Ok, I'ma get it started and then anyone else please feel free to add on... Let's make this an ongoing rhyme cipher.

If you're not convinced that my flow will stay hot,
watch me catch the beat running like I'm tryin' to shake cops.
Because I'm known to make plots that keep your mind and body moving.
Them poppy cats on TV ain't aware of what we're doing.
They just stay clueless,
but this is the movement.
It lets them know there's so much room for an improvement.
These drama actors ain't rappers, they got it backwards.
They just try to act tough over beats that's manufactured.
My crew on the other hand, captures prolific chapters,
the spectrum of emotion from pain on up to laughter.
From floor to ceiling rafters, the room is filled with rapture.
You're thinking you got game but I could rap your lyrics faster.
Your rhymes are a disaster. The craft is what we master.
And I could give your girl an orgasm simply by walking past her.
Haha see? It's the flow that makes 'em wild.
You can't fuck with the style cus our sound is versatile.
And while I'd love to stay and spit and get it heated like a crack pipe,
Next up is _______________, it's his/her turn to bless the mic.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

in hopes that you can feel this.
This aint some Nelly Tip Drill shit.
My words are blocks for my community to build with.
Tryna produce solutions to help my people deal with
these fucked situations and stagnant discriminations.
See I dont have any money, any cars, any hoes
And I cant rap about shit that I dont know.
What I know is what I breathe, what hear, and what I see.
Gimme a mic and let me speak
about my hopes and my dreams
For My People.
That together maybe we can achieve.
And once together we can stand
and tell the system tell the man,
"Damn this!"
See my words are like paint and the world is my canvas.
I am this.
Tryna make money to help my fam with.
And tryna leave as ancient masterpiece like the Temple of Ramses.
And damn if, that shit aint the truth.
Now I'mma pass it to ________ and let them drop some shit on you.

like pigeons under bridges
and shatter ya jaw so you know what a hit is
defelecting whack verses so you know who the first is
rhyming, rocking a show, and leaving egos bursted
you can catch me battling underneath scaffoldings
but leave from the block when you hear the glock rattlin
tellin em scat and send em fleeing to they cella
Newbie who throwing fits, you're old like ella
Second to none and reflectin the sun
The one shorties cling on set ya phasers to stun
Steady blazing for fun steady makin em run
steady checkin and perfectin I'm injectin a ton
I'm a monster on the mic rabbit on the turnpike
It's habit that I rap I excel at what I like.
I'm tight and never fail and compelled to write
handing this to who can ever hold the mic

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

yeah I do open mics usually around midnight
don't be absurd cuz I love the hype
lil kim's plastic surgery just ain't right
like lucky charms found the jinx
I prefer egypt and the stone-face sphinx
somebody said it's rhYmes only, word
it's poetry for the lonely, homey
50 cent and game got beef
now i'm wonderin' which nigga will pull the heat
rap cats havin' nightmares tossin between the sheets
I feel like rakim too ill for the technique

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

I grab the mic and take ova
This is lyricism comparable to Hova
I make love through rhyme
Time after time
Still in highschool
But I ain't no fool
See past commercialism
Put a first in the air for individualism
Beat the ass
Of any mc trying to pass
as another clone
leave the game alone
get your own style
get wild, treat the game like ya child
so i pass the mic to whovers got respect
For lyrical intellect

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

So I got to step back in to make this shit quite clear.
We incite fear inside you haters, ya'll are so gay,
and I don't gotta worry 'bout my players cus we're okay.
The one and only crew that's rapping shit that ain't been said yet,
smoking kind buds that'll make your fucking head sweat.
You redneck, you got a wife and kids but you still bed wet.
Keep spreading lies and teaching hate, I promise that you'll get wrecked.
We're sick of all the run-around so my people take to underground
to create and develop sounds that break the fucking system down.
So come on and get your hands up like a hijack.
Represent your section like a slice of pie graph.
Just keep it gritty from DC to New York City
so the ones that we inspire want to be in our committee.
This life is do or die and we're stronger if we unify.
There is no other force at work that's looking out for you and I.
Let's multiply, and we can change the course we're currently set upon.
We'll bond together and make change like protesters in Lebanon.
We're hella strong, and I don't need no body else to think for me.
I put my pen on paper and I make what I want ink to be.
The subject and the predicate, I hardly ever edit it.
I'll start a war with metaphors and get lethal with my rhettoric.
Let's settle shit. This is a call to all my people.
Now __________ can kick a verse, and I'll be thinking up a sequel.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

the world needs to experince peace
all this fighting shit needs to cease
so people can release
the hate within they heart
with all the fight were does one start
its just ripping us apart
and leaving a bitter taste in yo mouth
I dont care if you from the east west or the north or south
everybody knows what im talkin about
cuz wit without hope
we aint never going float
instead we choke
its hard to swallow yo pride
or not and leave yo ego petirfied
we all hide
behind shit we dont understand
so we claim to be the man
this is were i stand
without a clan
to carry out my plan
i let the rhymes do the talkin
while the world keeps on walking
but it want pass me by
without hearing what I
got to say
who's next to continue dis word play

Mostly what you spoke about is interesting/
Basically to the whole world you ment something/
Now we are about to stop fighting and start caring, loving, kissing, touching and hunging because we worth something/
By the way of I m Africa I can by the passion writing.
I got something/
While most peaple show nothing/
Most are define by way their of speaking/
Man is not a man just he is smoking/
I hope I send a message on what I m telling/.

20404061

i'm bottomline benevolent
committed rotten crimes like presidents
but sodomized the evidence
so anal retentive henchman cldnt clinch the messages
the dense-est precedents
i been set/ or am setting'em
you been vexed cuz on your newspaper and windex
they got this inf. stretched to the tenth
like a murderous mexican:
trends set (check.) femmes wet(check again.)
benz stretch(not yet.) but slim's blessed
like the chest of that tempstress you been sweatin and


i'll stop.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

So just sit back and I'll kick raps that'll break ya'll niggas like Kit-Kats,
and don't think that you won't get bitch slapped if you're lost, my crew is riff-raff.
We take beats and lyrics and we blend them into hot tracks.
You couldn't even take a shit if you were drinking Ex-Lax.
While we be making necks snap, you start writing me a fan letter
on how you love my shit and how you wish my band was still together.
"Dear Mr. Snafu, I'd really like to ask you
could I take you out for fast food? And get your name tattooed?"

hahahahaha... peace for now. Good weekend all!

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

Let me hold the mic, then leave it blessed.
Let me verbally whip dudes so hard, they almost feel caressed.
Aint been doin' this for too long, but I'm up for any test.
Cause my words have powers against men just like my hips and my breast.
I drop knowledge thru rhymes,
Speakin' bout liberation via time.
Jackin' ppls ignorance
Replacin' it with shit of significance.
Take me in, then exhale with replenishment.

til I finish it.
Like God gettin short wit sinners and endin shit
Look deeper in da lines it's the message not my penmanship
The fight not the promotion not the water but the ocean
Third eye devotion make us say fuck votin
Ya rhymes made you mills but they ain't worth quotin
Make sure ya house clean before you leave that door open
Cuz you lovin dem checks
Must be lovin the fame
but ain't you kind of a sucka for selling the crack game
But I guess I'll stay silent on some Jigga profilin
Just ya buhl whateva cleva takin stabs at freestylin
I could go on for a mile and but for now I will stay silent
and hand the mic to _______ before the cipher get violent

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

reality strikes
truth hurts..you perps
fallacy write
my art ups the speed..i'ma start chargin you pups to read
an hourly price
5.99.. for a limited time it comes with powered advice:
"don't trust vets on the internet
just cuz they're stylish and nice"
"they're double jointed with pointed
knives..smile as they slice"
"and 99.9 percent of these 'pimps'
live a cowardly life"
"way wimped so they play 'strength'
in the 500,995 lies that they type"
divide that by 365 and find
out how many times they lied last night
like:
he's a child in his mind
but 85 in the face
and she's a nine in her mind
but a 85 in the waist

like she's married w/ 2 kids but..
whoa.

pause.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

This isn't about the money
Or some dope honey
It isnt about respect
It's about real intellect
I'm a mic-spic
Getting by,by the tip of my dick
Another latino homez
Not riding on chromes
But me gusta mi dinero
So i'll make it from Boston, to the Rio de Ginero
Busca las mammictas que sea ricas
But i'm not to picky
Rhyme in english or espanol
Call your girl a whore
Straight to you face
Make you look like a disgrace
In front of this whole place
I'm always up for throwing down
and if u fuck around its going down
I'm through with this rhyme
So somebody rip a line from your mind

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*Note to self: Add Sig*

Whateva happens first
time to seperate the baddest from the worst
I don't waste ticks on false buck bravado
I'm twisted, seven thirty, a loose throttle
A capitalist supreme, convertin blocks to fiends
You bursting at the seams wit amateur pipe dreams
Couldn't see me in ya dreams even if you tried
Couldn't be more hot if my tracks was deep fried
Ya plastic sucka, MTV watchin muthafucka
Catchin the underside of tims tonight sucka
Legend around the way like the stilt or Jesus
I'm sayin we didn't do it cause yall didn't see us
If you hype, get on the mic and recite ya thesis

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

... that this cipher will intensify
cus we stay kicking raps for every day of the week that ends in "y."
From now until the end of time, you'll never comprehend my rhymes.
I'm sorry to offend your mind, but you sheep who follow trends are blind.
You'll never be no friends of mine. You pussies just pretend to grind.
Yeah, you can recommend the wine, but I never intend to sign.
My style is underground, defined: a poet and a G combined.
So I'ma chill and roll a blunt, unwind, then pick a dime and bend her spine...

My people will ascend in time.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

Oh shit, it's easy to see the rhymes are getting quicker
The lyrical quality and complexity is obviously getting slicker
If you tried to analyze my mind
It'd be like trying to find
Sanity in an asylum
I can be chill like valium
Or crazy like blow
Either way I'll rock it and rip up a show
It's crazy cold with this new england weather
Skys so vicious they lifting me up like a feather
I need the tropical climate
Where I can smoke a spliff, a good beach where I can rhyme it
I got all these ideas running through my head
They leaving me awake at night in my bed
So I need to stop before I explode
So heres (insert name) whose lyrics are lyrical gold

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*Note to self: Add Sig*

A OK or AU
You couldn't equate son if you was x minus two
my rhymes to yours
like planets to shores
ponds to bays
or strips to alleyways
Golden like Midas
Go then and try this
Goes and recites
his friends might like this
Til they hear my way
and look at you sideways
and sigh as I glance and make you shit in your pants
Upset sects from East Asia to South France
one up sets wit cocked backs in both hands
like pink vibrators get put in a trans
like dem untracables that got put in ya mans
my rhymes in da lime hold value over time
like gold mined from Africa
riots in Attica
an athlete genius's genes found in Gattaca.
Gimme Other Lyricists Dey Get Over Loaded Dunn
Got Overweight Lines Dat Drop Lead On Guns
Be sad if I'm serious cause for now it's fun
and only that just imagine if really loved rap
After that I'm through I'm a hand the mic back
After this is you do you really want that?

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

accurate avalanche
trapped
in an immaculate battle stance

na.

africans hurling javelins
in a sacrificial cattle dance

na.

vaticans backstabbing the pap-illian magic man

fuk it

anyway you map it fam
blak raps with that sort of attacking clamp

like:

grab you by the neck with my knuckles
puncture ya esophagus stick my dick in the hole
and force you to chuckle
rub my nuts while you murmur "you're nuts"
til i nut..dump babies in ya gut..
stomp on ya shit til you throw'em back up
sputtering "for pete's sakes bruh..you're crazy as fuck"

make you take the 'mornin after pill' just in case...

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

you knew ya place.
Gurgling up gems wit immediate pace
Dats me, Unequivocal Super MC
agreed?
a metaphysical metropolis seed
Yeah dats me
you ain't seeing
I'm a magical being
A bafflin bag of battlin
Cataclysmic cacklin
Dangerous Dose of Dabbling
in Everything Elaborant
Finding funny fuckas fighting me for
Glory
get's me going
Hell, he even helping me holding
my own dick
I'm so slick
I got my own schtick
I look at you and what you do could never match this
Say ya prayers Whateva here to rock da pulpit
You bullshit, ain't shit, this shit ain't you
you shouldn't flow you wouldn't know a thing or two
You either number one or a zero like CPUs.
that's binary you hear me not decimals
decks get hit often when I wreck dem flows
And this is what you have to say when the mic is yours:

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

I am the eye inside the storm.
My mental stance is Fuck The Norm.
And my style can be described in four words: You Have Been Warned.
Just a kid from Maryland who's dope like heroin.
Open up your heart to this for me to strike some terror in.
There's mad crazy shit that's going on up in my brain.
I can't explain. You couldn't feel my inner pain.
And day to day to day it's getting harder to maintain.
I feel like Ice-T in Surviving the Game.
Always running from my problems, hiding from stress.
The only way I chill out is plant some trees in my chest
Then I remember I'm blessed. So if you wanna come test,
better bring a dictionary and a battle-proof vest.
Cus these thoughts that I be kickin' got soul like some fried chicken.
We all try to stay young, but time just keeps on tickin.
And the world is changing fast, so I just try to keep pace,
and try to keep my brain young, though I look old in the face.
I'll give you suckas a taste of how not to stagnate:
Cut through the bullshit and all the red and black tape.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

He approached the mic from
a certain perspective
God first, the world last and got genuflective
In retrospect he spit
Til righteous saliva wet heads in dry pits
They in turn experienced a lift
from God's own hands given another chance
How He breezes on tracks
The wind in His back
Funneling truth from opinions and facts
Urban legend has it emcees sit on thrones
but there's only One this entire universe is owned,
by, why try or for fear of flying,
losing gravity to your feet kid can
keep you from dying - at rock bottom.

"Do to others what you would others have done unto you." - The Lord Jesus Christ

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I can remember my first rap CD
It was triple platinum and reached for me
I knew I had been missing
Out on some real shit and I needed to listen
It was rough and tough and straight thug
I started smoking sensi but rap was more of a drug
Blunt after blunt but it was rap after rap
I needed to put my town on the map
So God came down and gave me my mic
And stuck the rhymes to these pussys like the tounge of a dyke
I gave my town poetry with a beat
Talked about the drugs on the street
Listened to kweli and lil jon going skeet skeet skeet
But here I am with a plan ready to deploy
A intricate plot to destroy
Anybody trying to tarnish this art
I ain't afraid to hurt a bitch with no heart
I can't claim to be great, or even good
But I got everything everybody should
A lil soul and a whole lot of intellect
I don't care if you like me just have respect
So I know these bitches aren't fucken with me
If you are get on your kneese and start suckin homie
Cuz your girl already did early this morning
And your realtshionship is dead so start mourning
I pass the mic to the right
to (inset mc) whose rhymes are nothing but tight

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

like seal on zip-lock
A real threat like real storms I rip shop
blow up blocks and scenes and blow off steam
by barricading ya home and dismantle ya team
I approach the mic like it's a high class banger
I'm a rocket designer, a renaissance painter
If it's no shine, it's understood wit no anger
half of Bethlehem slept on the "bastard" in a manger
Earned my stripes, earned my position, I earn
I gain, make capital, increase and learn
A desirable nice writer with lyrics to burn
For a healthy dose of dollars
I make ya fans faint and holla
I'm through for now, I'm tired
definitely not wired
Next Apprentice get in the cipher before you get fired.

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

My temptation to hurt you is minimal
number 1, your pitiful
number 2, your practically invisible
writing this rap is spiritual, my mind has been a tool
im spillin the truth, it probably dont even sound familiar to you
i got this on lock like cops or your neighborhood watch
at any given moment i grab a mic and tear up the spot
its got-ten to the point where you cant get rid of this
real knowledge, im not talking about science and arithmetic
so bright that you need no flash when you picture it
pass the mic to(insert here)let 'em spit a bit, its ill as shit

660 seconds worth

i'm 'bustin' 'nuts' with the motion of fingers
slow 'poke'..hard to scope like the throat on christina
sold soap when coke joked and broke my demeanor
know 'folks' whose hope's soaked in the notes of a dreamer
focused on greener..pastures and passed past ure
ass backwards acts of actin like act-ors
i'm the last relaxed cat tappin the fast forward
to move fast as..that forward off of the back-'board'
that's four.. trillion..agrillion times
i made 'ill-men' in lyrical pavillions sigh
like " he kills them with triple fill-ings in every rhyme"
"that's why i re-read'em 6 billion 6 million and 16 times"

eh.

Oh no the flow is getting hotter
This is a fake mc slaughter
I worked hard for everything I got
So if you don't think I'm hot
Meet my gun cuz you about to get shot
Really though, I'm a nice individual
With discrptive rhymes that give you a nice visual
When cats talk about me it's like I'm a religion
Like i'm some great person with a vision
I love the attention but man Let me live in peace
I get mobbed just walking down the streets
My flow is crazier then blow
and all the mcees now this is my show
From today till armaggedon
Theres a message I am sendin
Of peace and equality and freedom
These are values of life and we all need em
So lets stand tall and together
Through the good and bad weather
And we will fight opresssion
This isnt just a suggestion
This is truth and I always act real
So lets go(insert name) show em whats the deal

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

and i'll begin wit when i set into the booth the mic rattles
cuz it knows we about to tassle
gettin into more shit than the little raschals
yeah i'm a slipper whittle whascal
with a dash tabbosco
I'll show you there is really No hassles
so who wants to take this bid
on the kid
to see if he can show biz
who the real wiz is

in my voice, people hear authotiry
ya style second class like American minorities
Every word uttered is saturated wit gutter
sickening exhibition of a battlin mutha
So focusing on a moment when you might get over
could have you gone in moments when the night gets colder
When ya life is older
and easy outs an option
Face a empty clip loader
a basketcase poppin
A brown sheriff stoppin and collectin bribes
I'm never droppin to second less I ain't alive
unless I die right now, unless I don't exist
I'm a stay hip-hop like a faggot stay bitch
On every guest checklist
I smoke herbs for breakfast
And get more snatch than a diamond necklace
sicker than sickle cell anemia yall
turn red and leave like seasons after some a yall fall
If you call ya style raw, live fish is well done
This is bullshit, (insert name) get on the mic and get some.

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

"On every guest checklist
I smoke herbs for breakfast
And get more snatch than a diamond necklace"

Hahahahahaha - Niiiiiice.

(clears throat)

It's Snafu on the mic.
Raps rude, but you like
the way the beat makes you feel
like you just hit the pipe.
I talk blunt, but polite.
Smoke a blunt while I write.
And I'm not going to front, girl
I want you tonight.
You got that body too tight,
skin tone that's just right.
You're exactly my type,
I'd let you hit, scratch and bite.
Dark eyes, dark complexion.
They despise our connection.
But jealousy's a bitch,
they wish they had your affection.
They're jealous of the way
that I make your toes curl.
No one makes my head whirl
like this olive-skin girl.
So now I'm the motherfucker
that will take on the world
for this girl who holds my heart
like a clam holds a pearl.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

I'm letting those flow loose
Killing mc's like they heads in a noose
I just smoked a bowl and damn im ripped
Last night was the bud light that I sipped
I don't sell drugs cuz i'm not that smart
But I smoke herb to expand my mind and heart
To experience differently
And to live my life indifferently
Stoned and analyzing every line of every rhyme
This fake mc's killing rap and it's a crime
No love for original hip hop
Just scared you alblums commercial so it don't flop
But come on keep the shit tight
Then you'll be alright
And we can give that sweet sensi a light
But right now I pass the mic to el loco
(insert name) so give us rhymes un poco

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

29 rhymes couldn't match mine
if they were phosphorous times nine
I'm the hard to find mind
the kind that could defeat Einstein
in his prime, An MC squared
mathematically multiplyin myself
dividin emcees into two parts of their self
decapitatin lyrical misfits
who can't spit and talk too much bullshit
I'll hit you like a pop quiz
now watch this
how I redefine the science of radio astronomy
and have nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
I'm sittin above gravity
sinkin battleships with satellite strategy
I'm the planetary battery usin the sun as an artery to my armory
spittin gama-rays at galaxies
bringing truth to hip-hop fallacies

9th wonder is incredible.

whisper.

feel the breeze from an open sky
take a breath
fill the trees in a broken god
take a left

throw ya arm over the ledge
kiss the heat
reminisce 'bout the position
of ya arms over her head
grippin feet
they say karma's on a thread
well this the beat
that i'm pullin it's strings to
get a seat
time's an angel in a condom's head
and this the beat
that i'm pullin it's wings to
get a seat

Not jumpin a bandwagon and skippin the odyssey
Was told I was prodigy and practically God
I dissected mysteries from Rome to Riyadh
and learned to sustain self above all else
and treasure all my visions and understand wealth
Understand that a man can't understand all
Understood that underhandedness was practically law
I butchered wrong perceptions since I handled thought
and suffered but convalescence healed the pain I wrought
Is man today influenced by external forces
or forced to respond to feelings from internal sources
It's safe to believe life is a spiritual fight
that man is driven by evil not the fear of his life
some conclude fear is the root of all pain
some can't escape the evil nature of man's brain
And all healthy thinkers are labeled as insane
Don't want you forming a picture without they mind frame.
just mate and take checks, now tell me this ain't the game.

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

Chico from Venezuela Maracy
Never one to want to die
Even though I got crazy thoughts
I always looked at my experiences and what they taught
Started freestyling in hard times
Stared finding realse in poetry and rhymes
But how could
A mic spic not from the hood
Make it in a realm
Where gangstas were at the helm
Though I saw hiphop for what it was
I saw the poetry with rhymes and what it does
But i try to perserve
And you can try to stick it in my rear
But nobodys gonna fuck me
Cuz nobdoy can touch me
Man I don't have ne special plan
Just a wish to drink beers in the sand
One time with my brothers
Wanna party and get yelled at by our mothers
I don't want much from life
Sept to ignite
My spirit with light
So I keep my life real and tight

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

summer in the city.

watch the sun smoke a piece of grass
heat the trash
stop the fun so the police harass
leave the stash
drop the gun by Miss deidre's path
keep the cash
hop the one to Syreeta's Ave
peep some ass

play it low til the sirens leave
fire trees
play the jones on elmyra street
fire steve
play some bones while she fries the meat
fries and grease
lay the cone with some icing cream
life's a dream.

From the earth
The herb gives my mind birth
A feeling of evolution
Legalization is a revolution

The shroom
Visions of my eminent doom
Floating above the earth
Laughing out loud in myrth

I'm a live for the world and everything in it
No need to worry bout religion but I'm sinnin
Havn't been a Christin for years
And one of my lest fears
Is going to hell
Cuz for as much as I can tell
These people are lying
And all I see is spiritualism dying
I have no problem with anyones belief
But give me at least a little relif
And follow through
With what you do
Whats the point of religion
If your life and spirit are in division
Commiting atrocities annd
Living your life through hypocricy
Though shall not steal
Man come on be real
Follow the commandments
Now i'm not trying to start a war
But before
Not trying to hate
Just trying to debate
Through rhythm and rhyme
And show you whats on my mind

__________________________________

*Note to self: Add Sig*

thugz label record contracts, coffee real hot and black
creepin wit da gat in my lap, loss paper in a game of craps
so I called touch tone for back-up!!!
he said it's 'open mic rhymes only'
even the best of the best get lonely
shed tears for too many dead homies
all i see is rap-nigga clones, all i wanna do
is write and be left alone!!!
a poet-recluse wit' afro boy juice
missed a tourdate, what should i do??
da major run entertainer, huey newton
hall-of-famer, it's real i'm jus in-saner
gotta prescription for this diction
call me the dc sniper, yeah man i'm real hyper
shout outs to dem cats up in rykers!!!
word i'm jus blendin in with this rhyme cypher!!!

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

kinda disturbing
came as sperm in
fightin millions of my flesh
next
im churning out my self for 9 months
and now whats left
is a nigga with a spirit
that battles sin
you can hear it cry
in the skin im in
its squarin up tryna win
in the event
of my death
for some months after that
i'll be sleepin
but my soul will be churnin like the black
womb that i was caught in
set to fight another squadron
born to do it
born to die
born for infinity
remeber me
you can feel me in the sky
this cipher rollin deep
like the words off my finger
i'll let it linger for a second
but after that the next 'll wreck it

>but after that the next 'll wreck it

Or demolish it completely
Lines took ya heart like the words was greasy
Please B I be battlin befo sun up
til dawn in my hood when they start puttin gunz up
sucka free knuckle til my knuckles bleed
buck suburban banks for bucks to feed my seed
you can't rhyme tough if ya life ain't rough
You can't really aim if you don't shoot much
Ben and Franklin da only ones I trust
You just can't win cause I can't be touched
And I'll never been screwed so I'll never be fucked
I'll still hold down til they pull me under ground.
cause pussies and dickheads stay fuckin around.

relieve you of ya title
after I fight you
regardless of what I might do
You already done

I'm handlin a cannon
You passive like Peyton mannin
Ya crew already scramblin
cuz they ain't got gunz

But of course I'm just fooling
it's a cypher reunion
drop what ya doing
and rhyme for fun.

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

heat...

Underground, on the train, you can't feel the heat
until you take the escalator and emerge onto the street.
The bums bang buckets along the concrete,
and the rhythm that's created is the city's heartbeat.
The philosophy is deep - you're always tempted by the devil,
operating everyday under a different terror level.
And as for the heat, there's never any consolation
except on Red Days with free public transportation.
So we chill at Union Station where relief is still a no-show
and my people buck the Po-Po with the music we call Go-Go.
Cus the way that we've been living is the opposite of Slow-mo
and the election of the president really hit us like a low blow.

Taxation without Representation bitches.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

This is work right here:

"The philosophy is deep - you're always tempted by the devil,
operating everyday under a different terror level."

well done....


..But Of course I gotta continue
Last I heard Whateva spoke and blew up speakers at the venue
A vintage writer worker who capable of hurtin
breakin, raizing, tearing down, and closin curtains
impeccable wit I delicately spit
swallow MCs whole like pelicans gulp fish
Santa uncovered skills on ya christmas wish list
infiltrated ya brain and robbed you thoughtless
hit rewind you in a bind cause you never caught this
in Illadel it's hell an industrialized jail
it ain't hard to tell every crib is a cell,
some nights I breath in as evil beasts ascends
and pray that Angel Death don't posess my kin
I term it fortunate that I'm living to write
If this as far as I get mayne I'm reppin despite
and constantly writin verses that last like ancient curses
and linger in ya mind like lap dancing nurses
get in ya soul like ole Southern baptist churches.

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

praying to the beast, eyes closed
prose flows through the lips of my Soul
sink to the depth, manifest
the beat behind the chest
dressed in flesh, the spirits rests
never sleeps, eyes green, badu dreams
the common emcee in me fiends for love
a feeling drugs can't complete
i'm lost in the streets of my mind
where alcohol does driveby's
shooting of braincells
no penny for a thought, I can't sell
what I remember
pay me some mind, where are the big spenders...

http://islasoul.bandcamp.com

>pay me some mind, where are the big spenders...

somewhere behind yesterday..dying to remember
the depth of the lesser days..combine'em with the tender
bill vets for the meds of sage..interwine'em with the ember
i confess i'm professionally..rhyming for the injured
dr. cosby..nigga..get'cha lazy style..up
not a doctor..nigga.. so my 'plays' be fouled..up
gropin for some feeling..un-focusd on camille(cham)eleons
smoking,joking,open when i'm poking keys but hopefully
ur 'gropin' what i'm (con)'cealin

...

groping what im concealin
holdin on to a feelin
hopin it wont open up
and u shoot u down
love don’t change
so look around
at ur pride
muddled
ur tears puddled
swimmin in what we cld be
& spittin out what we never was
then & b/c
of
the things u choose to hide
frum me
the nigga a bitch like me got u wantin to be
tatted & suited
legit & yellow bookd’ed
both our egos too big
to make love to
like chew me up if u choose to
one of us gotta be weak for this to work
giving in
to what im concealing
not-u
gottta be
better than me- that’s u

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

>gottta be
>better than me- that’s u
>
Don't get it construed
or fuck up and miss your queue
named yall head wind cause ya crews we run through
dominatin muthafucka cause I'm challenged by few
deforestation is taking place
inside ya mindscape
some timber choppin managin
and ego, id damagin
mind desserted like where dem be havin famines in
I'm just a celestial
God of gettin the best of you
like a reboot hopefully this a refresh you
Ya rhymes less designed than a sneeze so god bless you
Look at me wannabe so you see how the best do
and running up to nothin
just to sum it up we cuttin
but when you
rush into
my mens, they do pursue
so better have the V8 and a place out of state
Cause we'll hunt you down like escaped inmates
definitely unconvertible
to the church of not servin you
I'm an obstacle like hurdles do
You's a beach like myrtle too
they won't and haven't heard of you
unless you shockin nerdy dudes
hand the mic______so he can get in a word or two.

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

And in a word or two, I'll murder you
or force you into servitude.
Cus I'm the type of cat that likes
to roll my joint and burn it too.
Yeah, I'll have my cake and eat it
which means you're bound to get defeated
cus my words are powerful,
even the orthodox believe it.
I fire hot spit
out the full clip in my mind.
And I always talk shit
and tongue-twist when I rhyme.
You want to walk with
and run this shit how I grind.
But you don't rock shit
so I say now isn't your time.
But this crew, we connect
from the east to the west.
From the streets of DC
to the holes in your chest.
It's a very short trip from point A to point B
and now __________ will step up and teach a lesson for free.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

>It's a very short trip from point A to point B
>and now __________ will step up and teach a lesson for free.


lemme teach a lesson 'bout a shot from the dark
cupid's ruthless call the troopers
bout a shot to the heart
i'm nat'l lampoon..a buffoon w/a moby dick
and she shot at my shark
whale of an impale i'm frail
call the doc of the arc
he said
"bwoy..i'll tell ye bout the shits and the bees"
"do ye gott'ah fether belly and likwid in knees?
uh huh
"do yer face get sweaty when she lips jist breathe?"
uh huh
"well bwoy i'll tell ye..yer in shit ta ya knees"
fuck.

Now let me tell you about the
Ladies that sexually known
I like big black girls
In case anybody like to know
How we flow on bed
Is like river and rhymes
We always stay on time
No C.P.T
Just L.U.S.T
Me and you
Going back forth
And something
I throw it up
Like an alley-oops
Just for sport
I ain't no joke
Cause when the mic smokes
And everybody crowding
Around
You know I'm in town
Oakland to be exact
Crack Wars
And Lil Bobby Hutton used to be at
RIP
We react with the
Hyphy ways
Of course its crazy
In my days
Then and now
Presently known
To open up presents
Like Christmas
I give you___________
I'm guaranteed you won't miss it

I rock for the people, give them the truth that they want
I’m hittin homeruns, while yall stay poppin up bunts
I’ve been real as they come, and that ain’t a front
Bunch of possums tryin to be a skunk, fakin the funk
Shakeet Lokh Em is a beast emcee
And since I emulate God, none of yall can see me
My rhythm is avant-garde like Thelonius Monk
I stay putting out that melodious funk
Keep jaded rappers on high alert
Hatin my guts but they stay lovin my work
Cerebral rap that’s well put together
I’m lyte as a rock, yall heavy as a feather
With yall empty rhymes, hollow and fake
You ain’t never been to jail, and you ain’t push no weight
Mother Goose gangstas, cupcake snatchas
Never been hard until yall tried to be rappers
Shakeet Lokh Em is a beast emcee
This is varsity rap, yall stuck in j.v.
Yall afraid to break the mold and break down barriers
So yall stay with the plain like an aircraft carrier
I’m ringin the bells like an ice cream truck
Givin the neighborhood what they want
Based on pure skill, I’m a lyrical monster
And anybody who want it with this harbinger poet will get slaughtered
Simple as that, I lay you flat on your back
Or flat on your stomach, like when your homies get jacked
Shakeet Lokh Em is a beast emcee
Cognizant orator of the truth I see

That's nice.

I'll break it down for you like the Berlin Wall:
I've been writing these rhymes since you were learning to crawl.
And I know that you've been waiting for the curtain to call,
but I've been meaning to talk with you, concerning your fall.
My crew will take you out like a slutty girl on prom,
make you a casualty of war just like Iraq or Vietnam.
So tell me what the fuck is wrong?
Lame radio, same song.
I'm hoping that this DJ won't keep spinning for too long.


My b. I lost it. Not focused today.

Someone pick it up.

SNAFU

"My restlessness is my nemesis" - Mos Def

...the hot rhymes, i have it, girly mc's get they ass kicked
keep the J low like Afleck when i got my brain relaxing
i was raised around the bastards turned to crackheads
where i was the only aspiring highschool graduate
these cats try rappin' it, gotta be true to self before you could be true to rhymes
i visualize, then grasp bars like people doing time
tell the truth so im not used to lyin', you full of shit like a sewage line
they runnin to me like a circus
mc's get nervous when i serve my purpose
rolled my blunt, let______spit while i burn it

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

i never came at a dame on the 'net'..ya girl came at me
so if you initiate game at a dame with a log-in name
then you a likkle strange..and a bit of a lame to me
to each his own. but peep what's shown. it's plain to see
the same thangs she's sayin to ya mayne..she aim'd to b.
bub. and t, cuz from greece, some thug in D, who luv'd her piece
and more than likely this lil 'fiesty' is a twin whose nicknames are
Ug and Lee
fukk it bee..
i'll give you the rules
#1.

"she aim'd to b.
>bub. and t, cuz from greece, some thug in D, who luv'd her
>piece and more than likely this lil 'fiesty' is a twin whose
>nicknames are Ug and Lee
>fukk it bee.."

The rhyme was intricate
next level sophistication
extra-verse merriment
otherworldly explanations
I come at you from a non-existent trajectory
eclectic when I battle the nice MC directory
She carefully involved
wit mysteries unsolved
Only time she got wet
from takin her clothes off
could tell with each stroke
she was catchin mad feelings
dawg tore up her walls
like termites and bad children.
not refusin I'm abusing the stomach ya hear
We bumpin til she cummin like she gettin the chair
no hunch I confidently follow wit brunch and
she clutches gaspin for air
yellin kickin and punchin
Eyes glazed over like she seen the great pumpkin
can't handle stiff stick and some project thumpin

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

He's a big spender
But only if it's really on and she's a thick tender
My hunka chunka burnin love
All you heard was Unga bunga then you heard the thud
He dragged her back to the cave
With a fistful of wig as he cackled crazed
Shackled inna cage, she awoke with a splash
Seenta Sasquatch look alike smokin hash
He said, "I'm known as Flash, but my hos call me Daddy,
Hon I loves ya soft buns and your all beef patty.
I cant wait to taste the special sauce
My handsome face makes em wanna take they dresses off..."
She was helpless to his charms
Blood rushed to her head, her pelvis felt charged
He unchained her, she melted in his arms
She undid his belt and gave a yelp. It was hard.
Hella large. It made her give a gasp.
"Take it in the ass. What's my name?" (womans voice) "ITS THE FLASH!"

Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

up late on laptops im making posts
with j's to the brain making cells into toast
other rhymers try but don't even come close
now they know dubs the keystyler with the most
but enough boast now its time for me kick it
if all you got is props in rhymes theres no sickness
people blow they own spots but its shit kid
im not on my own jock i know i just spit this
if you think my shit is hot im glad you with this
but if you do not, im cool i dont need witness
im staying proud of everything ive acheived
dont got rims or cribs, but got everything i need
im chill with just having bare necessities
not sweating lifestyles of mainstream mc's

...(the end)...

poppa Ae,he,
never left you
i be lurkin-
plottin n' schemin, interpolatin text too...
shts like this give me the urge to splurge, as the rest do,
off the recollection, i see im possi-b-bly
the best to
do this,
im a tough talkin nigga with a disposition,
similar to dem cats on kamikaze missions,
but im gunnin to the terra with my 20/20 vision steady
stayin with the heat like a pocket fulla kitchens
ask your babygirl, she say she love the way the bo'l spit
preach his politics without ever takin the pulpit
how you look now- crosseyed
son'd
takin a full clip
to the dome, like you tryna learn bout gat-spit by osmosis..?
...im just kidd'n,
only give it to the masses in small doses,
but really, if death had next of kin they say the kid's the closest...

///lemme leave y'all 'lone before i get in the mood. folks lighting candles and putting on soft music for a nigga///

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

Bay bridge hot shit.
When he gets in the discussion
Why they change the topic.
Focus on the mic like aimin rockets.
I remain flyer, pilot in the fighter plane cock pit.
Dive in the mosh pit
Crush the whole train and the insides with stock tips.
They cant cock block it.
They wont get away with it like insider stock tips.
U like the logic how he left the market flooded.
It'll never be clean no matter how hard ya scrub it.
Retarded rugged just does it for the art of it
Holler call him baller on a movie star budget.

Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

imagine a cat
who can battle in rap
and tap an extravagant spat
that'd make a graduate poem addict
call me magical 'crack'
and after i tap her
ass in the sack
she'll tap on my sack
and whisper " mine." and "you sexy bastard"
"aint no grabbing it back"
i laugh at the stats
relax. i'm back when i'm back
you fake'ums master ur bations
i been masterin .dats
patient wit militant situations...

>patient wit militant situations...

Until the boss get crossed by false denominations
get tossed across halls following exonerations
Understand that we kinetic you feel me when you get it
get them handicaps spaces cause ya flow is prosthetic
fake like plastic fruits or velvet versace suits
strong dollars, staying power, or laser print loot.
can't dispute I chipped ya rep like my right front tooth
Couldn't be more down if I was Triple Fat Goose
A plethora of threateners and overhyped competitors
music video editors, examine as I test ya
Ugly like Aunt Esther or stripes and checkers
Was told "it's medical" so I sedated the hecklers
tested but never challenged I'm engrossed with my talents
Observe your life in scale as it hangs in the balance
a prophet once shared nigga practice the art of silence
I tremble when I dare compare my life to God
So many easily defeated from the shattered pride
so many battered lives and battle and war cries
torn up notebooks and abandoned hood ties
The truth, a Beanie Sigel to ya scandalous lies
The panels could never handle this silly candle wit
They say a nine gets way more shine when you brandish it
In my face like a farsighted news reporter
I hold more wieght than a GM financial quarter
Expressin instant decadence and very little hesitance
artificial emcees is contaminants like pestilence
Bar raised I'll get praised like whoever kills the President
A travelin cypher circus for the ladies and gents
They know where the first is soon as the second went
Making labels take notice with these powerful dents
fresh definite underrated never faded Prince
that rock events from Kingston to Queens and since
I was 30 inches high or highly sensing surroundings
dawg barking loudly but can't defend the poundings
when I pounce, no pounds,just blood in fluid ounces
No sense in the sequential cause my wins is countless
touted in other countries like Peace or Russian weapons
I'll be in more stereos than listening settings
They'll be no AI's when I come into question
Like Bush V Kerry, the nation's death procession,
I'm the blood, Skull and Bones of this fuckin profession.

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

ha.

sick is sick tho:


>Until the boss get crossed by false denominations
>get tossed across halls following exonerations
>Understand that we kinetic you feel me when you get it
>get them handicaps spaces cause ya flow is prosthetic
>fake like plastic fruits or velvet versace suits
>strong dollars, staying power, or laser print loot.
>can't dispute I chipped ya rep like my right front tooth
>Couldn't be more down if I was Triple Fat Goose
>A plethora of threateners and overhyped competitors
>music video editors, examine as I test ya
>Ugly like Aunt Esther or stripes and checkers
>Was told "it's medical" so I sedated the hecklers
>tested but never challenged I'm engrossed with my talents
>Observe your life in scale as it hangs in the balance
>a prophet once shared nigga practice the art of silence

3rd person.

they hate him in a game he aint playin, foulin'eem, sayin his ego is jumbo
he never skated wit'cha dame, still she sayin: "in actuality, that negro is humble"
"maybe a beat(bit) of a bunghole, but as a G that's hung low
he keeps both heads free, watchin his feet for the stumble"
and the snakes in the grass, who wait for his pass, try'n to take what he grasps
like if he gets a little bit inter-Ested in gettin wet wit a sis,
some schitz will come and take a jump in the lake wit a splash
He'll laugh.
say it's 'late'
then he'll 'Pass'
She'll crash
say 'what about fate?'
He'll laugh
and say "Ay..
have a good day
and fate, my ass."

Say hey, it's the flash
Flippin game on that ass
Spittin flames from the face gash
The kid is Rick James brash
Witta solid golden coke spoon
Offend the whole room and go,
"Oh, you goin so soon?"
Vagina lip guys, yall flow is so poon
Why ya tryna ride his dick, you know it's no room!
Sew up my own wounds so they cant sprinkle salt
They wont even say it let alone think the thought
Bring the god a single malt, bitch use a clean glass
Bring it fast, I know you want the new green cash
King calculate the numbas use supreme math
My team graduated from the blue and cream class
Ghost wallabees routines last if the show quality
You know the policy, yo so follow the lead
pass the jewels, dough, cell phones and wallets to me
In the middle of broad day for all to see
Cold robbery they had to admit it was so ballsy

Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

>Cold robbery they had to admit it was so ballsy

Cold robbin is redundant if the deed is costly
Projectin a fake image is showing off falsely
You test and get dat red X on ya chest
Cursor to ya name get deleted from the best
I battle you in distress on days I'm depressed
In different timezones nigga East to West
Never hated on opposition I learned from
Was hated more than a hood skank after she burnt em
they changed like women after out the pimp turned em
converted back once they heard me flow from the sternum
The hipocrasy of knockin me who you could not be
oodles of what you do do don't do shit for me
you big lipped me wit big talk and loud statements
then ended up lumped and makin love to the pavement
I call you bookmark cause you my favorite
I hurt ya confidence like I make auto payments

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

>
>I hurt ya confidence like I make auto payments
>


Auto payments?
That was not so blazin...
I assert my dominance with a hot flow and cadence
Ya team stopped prayin when the snot hollows sprayed him
Told him stop playin, told him not to follow Satan..
But he was all for hatin, wanted to be a devil
7th degree perfection flow, you could never see the level
Believe it's incredible, on the streets of the ghetto
I spit shit that punch holes through thick sheets of metal
Call it swiss cheese special, a low carb option
Shank em by the weights with the whole yard watchin
Carve em like roast beef hole in his heart coughin
Why you wanna start it up, it's so hard to stop him
I chain foes in dark coffins while there still alive
And leave em there til they die, like Bill did the Bride
Which is where it ends, you aint got the skills to survive
Flash a killer inside, drug dealer on the side
Vilified despised, full time man of leisure
I do a dime the same way as a damn skeezer
You cant keep her, while I backhand and beat her
She keep comin back, she think her man needs her
(you say) "Flash! I cant see ya!" Precisely my point son
My team treats these battles like we enjoy em
In spite of that these toys is slightly annoyin
B Boyin, turn out yall wifeys and boink em


edit- HOLLA!!!

Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

>B Boyin, turn out yall wifeys and boink em

boink em?

i could literally take my time
like:

hmmm hmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmmmm

and still critically out-rate'cha rhyme
cynically and continuously i out-date'cha time
and have ya mom
like:

mmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmmm

when i pull out my snake and grind
the faceless guy
still pullin eights to dimes
like a broken change machine
on the basement side
of an indian reservation
with the lake beside...

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I'll take this guy, and blaze him without breakin stride
Carve my name in his hide without explainin why.
Leave em all disgraced and dyin from the shame inside.
With achin pride tryin to find a way to survive.
Ay-day I strive to deny the inner hooligan
I try to stay away, but the sinners pull me in
It hurts my heart when I hafta be cruel to his kin
Take him away and make him pay for his foolish whims.
That's the way the bullet spins when the hammer strikes
Phantom of the mic leave you holey like the hands of Christ.
I raise both hands and fight get up and stand for my rights
Here's some free advice, DONT GAMBLE WITH YOUR LIFE...
I cant stand your wife, tell her come git her things
Tell her bring Daddy's dough or git punched with the rings
Dont front on a KING...

HOLLA!!!

Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

>Dont front on a KING...

I front on self-proclaimed Kings, that show nothing but talk
That's ill-prepared for gettin hawked, and traced by white chalk
Ya rhymes is soft, unskilled, girly or real daughter
not sturdy, you heard me, they weak like month quarters.
A tragic individual, disgustingly pitiful
My lines like dem smart bombs that wreck da citadel
take a hint or two I give you a inch or two
You like a stench, hell bent, I vent to get rid of you
I'm detected fear from moment you clicked reply
I eject a stare from the pit of my third eye
ya hopes drop when shit is hot like ice sickles
I dedicate this gab to whenever the real hits you
You featherweight son so ya jabs feel like tickles
Ask yourself why did he pick you, rhyme stick you
why ya team and they crew and they gunz let im get you
It's Whateva black the veteran of attacks
I'm salutin hip-hop by breakin ya damn back

Don't front..

***************************************
"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

>>>>I'm salutin hip-hop by breakin ya damn back

I'm shootin big shots and takin ya fans cat,
You can't git a beat, it'd be wastin the damn track.
I plants money trees and rake in the damn scratch
You asked for it, here, a taste of the hand, -SLAP!!!!!-
Grand slam smack, stupid sweet chin music
I'll beat em toofless, leave em bleedin with bruises
Let him marinate on the freezin street in his juices
Truest in the leauge, gorilla Street Pimp Ruthless.
Never need excuses, like wack beats, I dont make em
On the microphone 'm sayin, it's like the chrome sprayin
Cocaine binge snow flakin dope lacin
All his foes hate him just cuz all his hos pay him
Flows the vocation fire toungue hired gun
Retire dum filthy rich an then buy a slum
It's in his blood supply, the way they wired son
Face it kid, I'm the man that you strive to become
I'm tired of crumbs who believe that theyre tight
Watch em wilt in the heat of the strategic strikes
No need to fight, I got the Kung Fu team of dykes
..I hope you dont sound as weak as you write

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With all due respect fam. Step your game up before you come at Flash with them weak shits. HOLLA!!

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