Ehh, I'm bored. Add on and what not.

I see you halftime niggas/ you rhyme pastime niggas//
Shakeet is still the cat that lyrically landmine niggas//
Don’t braaag my nigga/ cuz you traaash my nigga//
Revolution rap squad, I’m the franchise nigga//
You done grabbed my trigga/ and bodied yaself//
Step to the kid and feel how a lobotomy dealt//
Leave you dudes brainless/ from the lyrical stainless//
My technique is ageless/ in the order of sages//
In the books of prime rhyme you gone from the pages//
Your spot’s forever aimless/ so you remain nameless//
An “x” unknown/ a variable of clones//
Check my algebraic format I spit through domes//
The Stephen Hawking poems/ physics is fatal blessed//
Have my words straight disable niggas like ALS//
Unstable pests/ I revoke your license for bars//
I’m like D.C. did Cam’ron, I shoot for the stars//

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>I’m like D.C. did Cam’ron, I shoot for the stars//

I shoot for stars but I aim from these bars
re-tire, change ya wheels, cause I aimed for ya car
you sucka now, you should shoe, like buster brown
clutzy I'm crunchin a krusty, I crush these clowns
shorties adore me, they lust me now, busty and round
I bust in they mouth, freaks tryin to hustle me now
But I'm a hood villian now, you can choke on my children
I move more bricks than earthquakes demolishin buildings
I do this fo feeling, but if I approach with skill
I have the streets shook, scared to appraoch a deal
my folks is real, ya punches don't hurt, get a better line
I been here before it don't work like Kevin Federline
a better rhyme, a notch higher, breaking the pylon
I'm hot fiyah like dylan dylan dylan dylan dylan....

***************************************
"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 hot fiyah like dylan dylan dylan dylan dylan....

I'm diesal like a 38 inch python
Whatev my nigga lace me up and pass the baton
So I can carry on with this fire
Your my number 1 buyer and I'm the top supplier
These flows remove chicks outta pantyhoes
Come and get higher than Richard Pryor
Just like the spin cycle, my words fire rappid like an assualt riffle
You punks are raw meat, dead heat, just like clothes inside a dryer
Cross the divider
I be the reluctant life provider
Straight takin that shit from YOU
I NYPD BLUE niggas like Rob Schneider
My trigger finger got a mean itch
Rott mixed with Pit, thats my bad "bitch"
Yea, she bites so dont move...dont twitch
Can you handle my pitch?
Its crunch time playa, and you lookin like a snitch
Thats why they called me/ Mr. Trash man
Get that cash man
Fuck ya girl in that ass man
Lose ya hood pass fam
This is Dinero in Goodfellas
Three the hard way...
Lokh em, Whateva, and Empro
Aint SHIT you can tell us

>Aint SHIT you can tell us

Aint SHIT you can say, aint SHIT you can gain,
These cookie cutter rappers get RIPPED from their chains
I'm so high above, I could SPIT on the game
Kung Fu emcees then I KICK out the frames
And they gets NO respect cuz I SHIT on thier names
SPLIT tame emcees with a hundreed degrees
Treasonous with the flows so I spit from my knees
And please, don't think that you could bang with these thieves
I steal spotlights like a bright light bandit
Oh you was sayin' sumthin? Fuck UP! Yea, I canned it,
These heroin rhymes get the rap fiends demandin'
Me to stand up, throw the hands up, where I'm standin
With the medieval quartet/ Shakeet, he's the vet
Whateva slays the niggas with a war axe I bet,
Empro be the greediest thieviest/ and 'somble keeps
keeps the mic warm, staying mischievious...

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

>I'm hot fiyah like dylan dylan dylan dylan dylan....

So lethal with it, I'm certain the gubments got file on
Me? Never, I make moves these cats will never get tie on it
They can only sit back and spy on it,
Spit sonnets so these weak niggas can cry on it
These bonnet wearing niggas can never stand
on two feet, I'm a reflection of that, nigga in man
Y'all cats is stacked too hard, need a bigga sedan,
And I slay the first fool, these lines is too cool
No drool, I'm drippin venom from the mandible
Like a rabid dog, I'm going to damage you
Rip a nigga up to shreds, Kujo, is how I handle you
Call the local news, tell em bring the camera crew
Watch the bomb I hand to you,
leave a cat laid back and shellshocked,
Sign off on em, give a nigga my hancock
To step to me, you'll need more luck than shamrocks
Matta fact Imma end it now. fam. stop.

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

and I gotta hit the 06 to keep doin it/
I speak on my mind while twizzlerin phrases/
Get attacked and I'm twistin faces/leavin cats in
braces/tooth and neck, my flow displaces/
dislocates; my pursuers get led on merry chases/
it's pointless, I navigate impossible spaces/
and hide in daylight, I move without traces/
That said, I look up and see the night is starry yo/
my mind got more hidden levels than Super Mario/
the legend of the Fort Tabarsi* siege is nestled within/
ten thousand to three hundred is how our story begins/
and today it goes on, the murders and the martyrs/
the people with the peace are fire-starters/and it only gets
harder/we work magic with peanuts like Dr. Carver/
Everytime they take away something, we live larger!!!!!




(* The story of Fort Tabarsi is a part of early Bahá'í history, where the army of the Ottoman Empire attacked a group of Bábís who had manned an old fortress. 10,000 soldiers, 300 defenders, and the siege failed after six months. The story of the Dawn-Breakers is legend to us)

<---Okay Jima (© Bridgetown)

http://www.myspace.com/musicphilosophy
http://www.myspace.com/icapinstrumental <---updated 5/31/07
http://www.soundclick.com/realsoonthemental <---NEW

If you multiply a prodigal’s reign
by optical strain
you’ll get –eye-, that on top of shit, hardly watched
product of pain

like a paparazzi with not shit
but 50 cent in his pocket for change
I’m popping shit
and profiting
Off shots at popular names

Like stop the ?uestions
Cuz the answer to how to get internet popular fame
Doesn’t reside (no matter how hard you try)
In the crotch of that mayne

But as a prophet
Who recognizes his own Lot
In a constant of crotchety lames
I’m lower than you
Cuz this move
Is just to cube the views
Of dudes trying to figure whose
In my optimum range:

You.

Bang!

>In my optimum range:
>
>You.
>
>Bang!

Lui Kang, kickin,
bicycle, so official
new fangs, a new U.S
gang to enlist you

if you, test me with
ya issues, I wish you
christmas fa mistrust,
my gifts is pistols

it's just initial
fits for givin little
switch up ya pivots
patna ya pitch is brittle

stick you, next to
ya fix, the brick
my fist is ricketts
the hits is sickness
so sick,
Hepatitus B & C should picket
this shit....

***************************************
"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?

its

jist jokes
oops
just the gist of jokes
a goof
like groupie church boys who want to kiss the pope
having to sleep with catholic priests just to get them close

oops
i'm sick...i know
so sick with flow
that in truth,
even my 'shit' has a whiff of hope

it makes brittish chicks call me a wicked bloke
and after the cigaritts are lit she'll spit: 'what a wicked poke'
but the bitch won't see me with all of her shit in a 'wicked' hold
tip-toeing out her back door with my knickers on

pick a throne, and it i'm sitting on eating chicken bones
flicking through the thickest jawns on my picture phone
buttnekkitt, texting with my dick: "cum git da bone"
it's big-headed and illiterate so the shit it spits is wrong
like: "i'm buumerang. u'll alwayze cum bak when dis is thrown"

but he's just a dumb dickhead ngga... get it holmes?

heh.

>like: "i'm buumerang. u'll alwayze cum bak when dis is
>thrown"
>
>but he's just a dumb dickhead ngga... get it holmes?
>
>heh.


Yeah I get it,
the content is comprehended
I promise,
the textin pomp,
I stomp in it,
I'm being honest

People, I keep it,
the text, in bondage,
chained, maimed annoyances
in war, Hanoi Jane Fondas

My voice plain and proper,
deadpan talkin
Plain spitters I'm spottin
a dead man walkin

dead fans stalkin,
squawkin pigeons
pickin finishes
You are forgiven,
I sense repentance
in ya sentences

sinners in my position pray daily,
Camdenites sportin two twos in
Jersey pitts like Duce Staley
I sport a back up beat
in case my heart fails me
It's hell tracin back,
How can you not
Root for rap's Haley...

***************************************
"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?

For thine rhymes make a soul's noggin grow sore
I tell ye get ye gone 'fore the rise of mine grand tour
As thy flows sicken the humours and make much blood pour
Therewith cometh I into yon scene spread thus
Where might sprout verbal blisters with word-pus
So hie ye now quickly to the pen-school of Geothe's*
amongst thy schoolmates, all pilgrims of the short bus
Mercantile am I with thine small life involved
I barter thee and trade for mead, as mayhap thou saw
Wherefore bitchest thou, o ye peon of one brow
Prithee look to thine fate, get groggy now
Thy hurry left thee naked of verses and mixing
And carefree art thou yet thy life needs fixing
Perceivest thou not thy vocation caught misguiding?
I advise thee now, haste to transcend thy nixing!


* = pronounce Goethe as "gurtta"

<---Okay Jima (© Bridgetown)

http://www.myspace.com/musicphilosophy
http://www.myspace.com/icapinstrumental <---updated 5/31/07
http://www.soundclick.com/realsoonthemental <---NEW

this got me excited and stuff. man, its def pure white flame heat in here. keep going!

move it shug avery

<---Okay Jima (© Bridgetown)

http://www.myspace.com/musicphilosophy
http://www.myspace.com/icapinstrumental <---updated 5/31/07
http://www.soundclick.com/realsoonthemental <---NEW

If I was the first black president/ I'd flip crack prejiduce//
Flood the suburbs with it so they'd have first hand evidence//
Of that mind changin medicine/ effects make 'em hesitant//
To keep thinkin brothas in the hood are born decadent//
When whites with other whites they say how they feel truly//
"You see how this nigga is actin out on Judge Judy?"//
That's that media spin/ with their immediate sin//
Fascinated with our culture, tryna sneak in again//
It's West Africa's Middle Passage in the 21st century//
Exploit 'em for their talent with identity injury//
Each one, teach one, happy if we can save one//
But it's hard bringin blacks home if they 'on know where they came from//
And to give it to you on facts/ it's not about bein pro-black//
It's about anti-hate/ anti-fake/ and stayin anti-lax//
Not Metamucil/ but the apprehension to be a better pupil//
Of the struggle of our people, are our efforts futile?//

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>Of the struggle of our people, are our efforts futile?//

no, we just dont make ourselves useful,
minstreling generated created jaded pupils;
we only see riches, and few ways to obtain it,
temptation for evil in our veins hard to restrain it:
tainted, to a point of no return, bridges burned,
as Africa's back is turned, hoping that our lesson is learned;
logical men say who wants to be there anyway?,
diamond mines bone dry, all they offer is aids:
and other epidimics discovered anew each day,
flawed government gimmicks, hell, may as well stay;
shame to say, through stripes we gained freedom,
but now our minds are enslaved, unable to free them:
too busy tryin to be him, you know the next man,
gingerbread nikka, flea flicker, catch him if you can;
they mock you and behind closed doors they laugh,
but ironically, in public they give your back a stab:

edit: its a cold world, betta pack ya own heat (c) redman

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

>but ironically, in public they give your back a stab:

backstabbers, lil jasmine, psychological back spasms
charlie horse of no remorse, deep scars, leagues and fathoms
no foundation, no support, not a friend on the planet
living hell, forsaken for dead, daily bread, God damned it
no bandages for broken bones, wounds, just copin songs
alone, so low, I feel like a soldier just holding on
no opening up to strangers, all potentially danger
no religion, I get high off of weed spots and bangers
they say I need not feel anger, but fuck the bullshit
I got a full clip and man ain't make heat to cool shit
look at the fool they reinstated, world war anticipated
near crazy, Frankenstein, look at the monster you've created
In ya outdated outlook, ya plastic ass friends
Keep thinkin the people you been evil to don't want revenge
We see through you gettin people for all dem ends
That Karma stalkin after yall to return dem sins

***************************************
"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 Karma stalkin after yall to return dem sins

Blaze this shit with a million schorching hot pens
The passion extends both time and space
My lifeline is die cast
Just like the sankofa bird, I'll turn and look you dead in the face
The past cannot be erased
I travel with telepathy, my movements cannot be traced
This aint nothin but candy from a baby
I sell that shit
Got the world stuck since the mid 80s
Lyrical hypocritical revolutionary
ENTER WITH CAUTION! Is the sign
The bloodline we got is hereditary
Our 3rd eye guides us
Confide in us
Fight us
Really who wants this?
I’m sicker than every known Hepatitis
Sleep weak niggas like "the Itis"
School punks like fundamentals camp
Writers block first, now your hands cramp
Words cause blurs and give cats arthritis
Totally Righteous!
Spite us and give the crew more fuel
I'm not comin to argue...I'm comin to off you
Karma is a bitch son no matter where you’re from
Speak "Asalamalakum"
Right before sending you to kingdom come
We will Rock you.

>Right before sending you to kingdom come
>We will Rock you.

Rock you, Queens, Brooklyn, NYC, look son
not from there, Philly bred head, where crooks gun
my smile is crooked, took a couple of whuppins
never taught to run, but I knew when outgunned
the meaning of bookin, meaning I knew when to run
now I live to prosper, if not now, someday
I wish I could tell emcees they all hot in someway
but I can't, we all clash like titans for the title
in a cipher now, you destroy cats they wanna fight you
bite you, and return another day wit a swag to try you
fag shit, bodybag shit, white flag shit,
tag em up, never brag in front a cat who never had shit..

***************************************
"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?

>tag em up, never brag in front a cat who never had shit..

times like these lead to ass kicks,
if there was a league for classic spit,
we'd get drafted quick;
while jealous nikkas sit on they hands, fools demand,
attention with no show, no tell, a pitiful scam:
i rhyme in a trance over samples of steely dan,
in that mode--you may not want to too nearly stand;
i black out over chopped and flipped 'black cow,'
what now! insisting that you bow or get smacked down:
cause 'any major dude' could tell you he got flows,
but minor nikkas approach, and get torn new assholes;
i play the hero at times, other times im nero,
burn nikkas at the stake for the lameness that he wrote:
or she quote, im PC AT MY PC, no loopholes,
school foes with prose, who knows? its just how du roll;
could cue flows, through mouth, through nose its breath control,
eat'chu whole, i spoke, you choked, macbeth'd ya soul:

edit: this masquerade is over (c) george benson

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

>eat'chu whole, i spoke, you choked, macbeth'd ya soul:

Step in the booth, but 1st pay the toll
Stand up and get shot down
Rap circles around clowns
Bold blood hound, very little reverb in tha sound
Light up a pound of that dookie
Home of Tookie
I stay on duty like a decorated K-9
Spray from the back of the Cadillac put two in ya spine
"Attention must be paid" The death of a Salesmen
But this aint Willy Lomen
I'm sulfuric acid, rippin through skin
Hoe men, run men, and son 'em
Harder than titty's of silicone floss'd by Lil' Kim
Sharper than cheek bones on Grace Jones
Carry the cross
Bury the stones
Big brother see you
Ever got that feeling your not alone?
Come home, cuz we got that CRACK in these verses
Unload clips from our bitch’s purses
And bankrupt ya system
Spit potent venom so pay the creditor
Of course your only human
I’m more like the Predator

>I’m more like the Predator

Ya rhymes are in misprint, so go contact ya editor
The metaphor for ya career, don't test the ledge
Got you pushed over the edge of the riff
The cliff lookin higher than ever before
Forefathers workin on forearms, we workin on the control of our air
We goin for broke, but ain't gettin rich for their's
This new physicality, put our chest up to the mic
We gon write the biceps and only work on the white...
Cuz the red's already built
Filled in with prescriptions I didn't hand out, but demand to be taken
Forsaken lands explored, just to expose the bacon
No meat on ya ribs, and you gotta use ribbed to satisfy
Thinkin you sly, but juss inefficient
Like a genie... with bottled up anger,
Rub me the wrong way and I'll have you wishin
Ridin my coattails, and I juss grabbed the hanger
Every second is another decision...
Am I gonna purposely miss or hit this on the head with precision?

But I'm juss takin that shit outta context.

>Am I gonna purposely miss or hit this on the head with
>precision?

I don't know it depends if you intent or wishin
inside my rhymes I committed the sink out the kitchen
deep thoughts, pickin my brain is Marianas trench fishin
only a matter of tickin, the base of the throne is slippin
acrobatic wit cash, the stash mounts, I keep flippin
deep dickin as long as the walls keep drippin
and keep lickin til the tip of her toes repeats twitchin
peak flinchin, inchin up, simply inches from her gut
simple, mid-tempo, to prevent another nut
she cummin, pushin my stomach to prevent another thrust
I'm busting, shorty guzzlin but not to be a slut
gonzo, buck, I like to get Adult when I fuck..

***************************************
"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?

>gonzo, buck, I like to get Adult when I fuck..

I chuck scalpels when I spit like some un-aired "Nip/Tuck"
I call sloppy seconds on the broad, gimme the dick suck
Abroad I flew, I flow fluidly
Take a rap track and take hip hop back to what it used to be
Mic check one, two, then I blew to three
I see some old school fire, AND some cats that look new to me
Raise the truth higher, got more power then steam boats
I'm flashier than rhinestones on pea coats
And I'm still the truth like Halle givin free deep throat
Venom drips from my brain down to my legs, knees, toes
Still hustlin', determined to stack more chips than Chee-toes
These minute man rappers, why you still tryin' to cheat hoes
Spit lines that come cornier than Fritos
And I rock sandles, supportin' the movement for Free Toes.

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

>And I rock sandles, supportin' the movement for Free Toes.

Flip flop rock, lookin sharp as needles
Scratchin a vinyl, the medicine is prescribed and lethal
I scribe the death of a salesman, no more buy one, get another
Cuz ya sales-pitch is for the sake of the price...
I can stand when ya sit, my posture perfected
Re-elected on MY terms, the shit redigested
Offa the grass and back into ya mouth
The south never bridged the gap over which we shout
Grand canyon, cayenne stones and holes gapin
Shapin, the whole entire earth with one flow
One verse, one cipher, Cuz we cooled down from this brimstone and fire
So I tilt my brim a lil higher, the after-shock jumped from the wire/
And left out, the energy left is still dire

But I'm juss takin that shit outta context.

>And left out, the energy left is still dire

In dire need of help, call this mic killer for hire
I put my two cents on until this thriller expires
I can feel the desire, to get at me, son
But we won't stop throwin rocks until this war is done
I'm breakin' fingers, and givin' sore thumbs
Like an old school Nintendo, Regain my health with four plums
Causing a racket, with a Rack of new shit like Nordstroms
And spit the flames to flip flop rock, the chord strums,
out a melody, no criminal intent, no use for felonies
like DC slang, y'all bammas swellin' me, tellin' me
that this ain't fire, you silly, Keenan and Kel'in me
Those pawn shop borrowed flows is barely killin me. Feelin' me?
Travers the hip hop globe, sporting corns and sore toes
I come with funny flows, got you blowin' milk out your nose
More clothes, more caps and more shoes, is NOT
what I spend cash on, tryin to coast to gold shores.

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

>what I spend cash on, tryin to coast to gold shores.

Allow me to take you to the "other side" like the Doors
I rip irrelevant rap whores
From my point of view
The pound pointed at your crown
When I aim & point at you
Run the spot and evacuate
The jackass you just love to hate
My presence is more frightening than Jaws
All about the cash,
I give niggas a quick heat flash like women goin through menopause
Attackin flesh like Wolverine’s claws
But I'm no Marvel Comic
I'm a colossal comet
This is rhyme and reason
Similes and sonnets
Night ride and I'm here to burn more than 151 proof
Infa red aimed on the right side of your ear, fuck blue tooth
This be the truth yall need
Plant the seed and watch it flourish
In the game to win
Infect deep within the skin
Natural selection with teaching of Charles Darwin
You’re another body to add to the collection

>>You’re another body to add to the collection

Please heed my inflections
I cut with rusty barbed wire swords, causing infections
Those sweet candy coated confection
rhymes don't stand a chance in this direction
bring the city to life Eternal, Reflection
You remind me of school, gettin' taken out in sections
I leave you with abrasions, the crowd beckons
and sways to my mighty persuasion
phase this fusion, I'm abusing all assailants
These fools is just accusing me of raising
corpses of idiotic careers,
dead dreams that you were chasin'
casings strewn across your body, amazing
dazing any emcee that even THINKS he's man enough to be,
step up to me, I'll stamp your feet
Clap your progress quicker than you can slap your knee
You're laughable, my rhyme style is never affable
Claiming shit that never becomes palpable, you hear it?
Gettin too tall then I shear it off,
fear the god, niggas comparing ME to Rah or Horus
I'm callin you my hip hop dolores
I bitch slap you, like FUBU, it's only BY or for us

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

The Death of the Hired Man starts with insurrection/
it's time someone doubted the mirror's reflection/
I'm like White-Out, I'm the correction/but I don't need
facilities, I'm at the tree etchin/the final
draft when y'all still sketchin/the salmonella
sound that leaves y'all retchin/I'm catchin/
hell cuz I left my post to come cipher/
take my mind off LaToya, yo why'd he knife her?/
but things get tough when you choose to be a fighter/
a medal or a lit lighter, shining brighter/
they say it's going wrong, I say we're getting righter/
In war damn a gun, I trade lines like insider/
Take stock of the split, I'm a high-tech riddle/
surrounded by the Smiths and I bust out the middle/
little time for the middle road, I'm on the edge/
I can't help walkin the line, I made a pledge/


Yo fam I bet y'all ain't about to step it up and drop shit on a beat real fast!
http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2GAJ9YBXSZWD822S4NYLEM3CKQ

<---Okay Jima (© Bridgetown)

http://www.myspace.com/musicphilosophy
http://www.myspace.com/icapinstrumental <---updated 5/31/07
http://www.soundclick.com/realsoonthemental <---NEW

>I can't help walkin the line, I made a pledge/

I put my trust in Old faithful, you’re ungrateful
That’s why you’re hanging off the side of this ledge
No, don’t talk don’t cry, just keep blinkin
What the fuck were you thinkin?
You knew it was over when u saw that Big Black Lincoln
Shit starts to sink in
You see too much...
You'll never see again
I'll wear that ass thin
Backstab go grab foe or friend even nest of kin
Let me put this black fist right under your chin
Yea we're in this bitch and we're stalkin
Cold blooded niggas born to win
If it’s about money baby....NOW YOU’RE TALKIN
From flagrant agents
To Night Riders
Then Night Fighters
We bring heat like cigarette lighters
Formal flawless rap boys
Come on fellas, bring The Noise
Call out for God
Witty flows run shit from NY to Cape Cod
You cats slang petty raps
Niggas get ate in broad day like Scooby Snacks
Bring diesel like 12 Shaq's
Sayin fuck a sequel
You’re foreign just like a F.O.B.
All rise as you address Tha Mobb

...damn!

a lot of good shit in here but those two were extra nice

...(the end)...

that was a real solid verse.

***************************************
"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?

solid ish from all...

do you guys EVER get writer's block? deezamn!

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

You think all the time, so you should be able to write out them thoughts. But I agree, nice drop from all.

***************************************
"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?

If you just freestyle your verse first then type it in the shit wont hurt you. You'd fumble in a real cipher so it's only natural to lose it in here too. Just stop and jump back in.

Nice drop from er'body I think I'm gona jump back in. HOLLA!

☺☻

"i'm doing good, can i put my face in your buttcrack?" (c) P.Inf

"frankly, I think it's foolish to have a cat or a baby, but whatever" (c) veritas

@kingofthings

I see your face everytime I rap//
The summers in the 80's rockin Rob Base tracks//
We act/ relaxed/ imitatin pimps in 'lacs//
Dancin to our parents music yellin "Diamond in the back..."//
Smilin is a fact/ of life/ even with the trife sight//
Of white/ as nose stalactites//
Collapsed might/ is what's left of souls of black knights//
Still the same plight/ I saw the same thing last night//
Regardless/ I still carry my hood compass//
Ignore the pompous/ my heart lives/ where God is//
And that's why I can never forget/ Shakeet's urban orbit//
Most men would forfeit//
Broken locks on the door/ broken blocks of the poor//
Junkies smokin rocks the whole two four//
It's like as little children, we remained so oblivious//
To the trendiness/ of the opium in the city mist//
It's simply bliss/ we thought, to bask in the sun//
Yo we trippin out the first time we ever saw a Maxima//
We basically family, ay sun we tight//
20 kids playin Duck Duck Goose under street lights//
The less sign of the hurt/ the less cry of alert//
The crack kingdom was my best time on the Earth//


I was born in 1980
At the beginning of Reaganomics
So my mentality is forever twisted
Peace to the souls who never made it out...

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>The crack kingdom was my best time on the Earth//

if we could start our lives 'from scratch'-(Game/Marsha)

prolly wouldn't change shit
same sick pain, same flip -xaine- shit

same crack to my aunt, heroin to my uncle
same bat to my aunt for meddlin with a trunk-ful
same devils that haunt through...

darkened our spirits which darkened my lyrics
pardon where i authored this, just hearken to hear it

chartered through shark water..remarkably fearless

...i swear....

it'd still be the same 10 block...4 set strip

same 'hit the bedroom floor when them 4 teks rip'

same un-loading my brain
but no 'old and estranged'
no 'on an old computer hoping for change
straight-laced (sorta) with goals and a name
knowing
that the only thing i'd change is the moment we changed '

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

>that the only thing i'd change is the moment we changed '

From that potion of pain/ not the ocean of 'caine//
But from the povery frame/ that keeps our brothers in chains//
That keeps our mothers deranged/ to grandchildren explain//
That daddy's gone to a place where a number's his name//
The state muddles the truth/ try and befuddle the youth//
Angry juvies lash out and they'll unbuckle your tooth//
Caretakers vexed tryin to put their trouble on mute//
They doubled over in their stress, it would double you too//
Don't fool with income tax/ cuz the income's wack//
Bought some new furniture and have to send some back//
So just to get by we hustle, end up defendants//
On the President W-4, he got the poor as dependents//
That's millions of exemptions/ leavin millions in dissension//
Turnin purity to criminal and government detenton//
Equality is a fantasy like seminal emissions//
Rights for the poor? Not in this dimension//


You be home soon fam. Hold on...

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>Rights for the poor? Not in this dimension//

that's why we "PITCHIN",
a lifetime of labor aint worth a pension,
so of course there's "MAJOR LEAGUERS" in forementioned positions;
with shorties in the bullpen,
watchin every move until men, seek a revolution--BUT 'til then:
we live in the shadows,
ignored like fat hoes,
low on the totem pole, last straw will snap the backbone;
cause stat quo, is 25, a quarter of a century,
aint killed ya'self by then, well you will eventually:
that's their theory, the liquor/gun store conspiracy,
those sayin they never leavin the hood, aint thinkin sensibly;
as if they bulletproof, "nikka, no man can harm me!!!",
if you really want war, VOTE REPUBLICAN or JOIN THE ARMY:
cause fightin ourselves is senseless,
we need to come together, and penetrate the real enemy defenses;
forget our differences, lets combine and conquer,
to decline, exposes the spine, "charmin" or softer:

edit: who the fuck...want...what? none'a you niggas!!! (c) m. bleek

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

>Equality is a fantasy like seminal emissions//
>Rights for the poor? Not in this dimension//

Unless rights is visitation in state detentions
the plaintiff is more supported than state defendants
way back I grew up wit crack addict dependants
who witness they parents take more hits then the pennant
slingin on a BMX to any age race or sex
do or die, 2 for 5, for that welfare check
hustlin to get a bel air out of a wild wild west
and all they saw was the profit, but not the results
but thought about the overdoses when they ass got caught
and thought about stoppin clockin when that bail got bought
but after jail, another drop, he had to sail that thought
back to business, what I saw, I remember, shit was crazy
Kids selling rock to a 70 something year old lady
and selling rock to a mother pregnant holding a baby
she traded formula for crack, so he could get that mercedes
in Reagan years it wasn't shit we ain't sell in the eighties

***************************************
"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?

>in Reagan years it wasn't shit we ain't sell in the eighties

Scandals ringin out through ears, keepin you lyric heads seated
Study history so it isn't repeated, leavin the peers
Behind in class, ask no stupid questions, raise ya glass
From the tip of ya nose to the bridge, over the gap
Between the eyes, my pupils strive to succeed
But in a blind man's world, a one eyed man is king
And a 2 eyed man is prayed to
I rock rays through sunglasses, spread the message through the masses
But few can decipher it
Cipherin my way to the top, recievin liquid from the siphon
Snipin the shots, my call letters are WIDN
I'm beamin you up, through radio transmit
Permit no smoke from the Kool's, the fools will keep on dancin
2 left feet, think they fallin in love
My stanza is a gift from above, the tough get tongue tied
Even dextrous taste-buds and molars go awry

But I'm juss takin that shit outta context.

inside my inner coats, i bleed for checks under my arm
so under my arm
is an arm
armed.....with thunder
ready for that dumb harm that sits directly
under their charm

under my calm...is a storm:

do i move for this new job?
switch schools..move on this new route?
consume the goulash that moves wit indianapolis mulah?
it's true i'm
unsure if..i can take anymore orders from a toubob

plus i love cutting hair...
but i hate it
they sit
in my fukkin chair
and i'm tre' sick
baited
to say 'fuck ya hair!'
walk away quick

it aint that...i'm not cool with my route
it's just that the other day..
a piece of dandruffed hair flew in my mouth

fk it..come the 29th..i'm out.

_____________________________________

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

The black spirit is hunted
In this reluctant republic
Of educational pundits
Treating our children as puppets
Desegregation affronted
Through grit teeth, they misteach
The youth mental physique with curriculum redundance
28 days dedicated to the culture of Ham
What a Pulitzer plan
Pride is the inner vulture of man
"Give the men of ebony a break from ivory effigy
The shortest month will do
But come election, they'll remember me"
You can't compress our past into 1 out of 12
Our heritage had the power to pull the sun out of hell
Well...


You can fit Black History into a month or a year. Recognize.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>Our heritage had the power to pull the sun out of hell
>Well...

It's an eye-dea so swelled
From cocaine puffed up to the brain,
Locked in aim, inane syllables the same
As a man that puts a crack in a bell
Dusted off....
But still got a chip on his shoulder
We turnin still, frozen, the ill gettin colder
The blood flow is blocked by uncharted maps and unpushed boulders
Discovery channel... these ladies discoverin Chanel
For the first time, custom-tailored to fit the mandible
Jawlines tightened and screwed into a grimace
The last prison we walked through was diminishin
The bars we weld are sinister
This is hell, the medicine failed to be administered
Doctors producin the rhythm but malpracticin on the cylinder
That resonate my voice, foam-covered, sound-proof and killin ya
Hittin ya from all directions, choir sections preachin to the minister

But I'm juss takin that shit outta context.

Hittin ya from all directions, choir sections preachin to the minister*****

Sinister how the devil himself has wrapped in the
monstrosities of mere men to carry out his own plans
however by divine designs we understand the times
that God never thought different of the black man
He was His own Kind
Therefore don't bother me with that white Jesus picture
'Cos no one ain't seen God at any time He could be ANY COLOR
Screw racism, segregation and apartheid
I ain't just tryinna ask black folks to wake up
I'm praying they can see THE LIGHT
of CHRIST THAT IS.

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

SB Video: http://www.youtube.com/soulbrothavideo
SB tweet:www.twitter.com/soulb