La City walker
Ill beat stalker
Baggy jeans saggin
Anti braggin'
International jet laggin'
Complex compassion
Weak mc toe taggin'
Automatic leg spreader
Fly no matter the weather
'85 born
Last 2nd shot taker before the final horn
Acura Integra drivin'
Dick to pretty lips collidin'
Low fade waves
So-so grades
Nike employee
Freestyle board known "E"
Non smoker
Occasional weed toker
SB Dunk wearin
God fearin
Never leavin after the smokes clearin'

A little autobiography straight from the (213)

Add your own

Im the reason the rap game needs to step its game up
the Fire breathin ill spitter that keeps ya brain stuck
Throwback Hat rockin gat poppin Insane Fuck!
That keeps ya entertained cuz he dosen't say the same stuff
The number one Hustler
Music provider to Customers
That Hip Hop Junkie
Thats Bumpin PAC while He's fuckin her
That dude that stays ahead of the class cuz He's never a slow learner
But he stays sittin in the back of da class cuz he's a 24/7 Dro Burner!

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

I just had to say this..

Your shit is hot, man. Don't take this as in insult, cause its a compliment, but this is light years ahead of where you were when you came on this board, on the real. Keep writing, I'll be checkin' your shit out.

"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche

the sixteen line spitter committer
guaranteed slitter of weaker in my perimeter
or radius, whatever level of mathematics
the abbott of bad habits, like serving up rabbit
and telling you it’s chicken, but back to the topic
who ain't i? the cliff notes biopic
mid-west, michigan rep
we drive big-bodies, so i takes many steps
cause gas prices rises, slices and dices
and i need single man sexual devices
like cheap hoes my momma went to school with
and on her birthday, she gets the best gifts
cause i sling dick, on every hoe’s work shift
and buy thrift, and they show they ‘preciation and shit
who ain't i? my moms best son, the one
who always eats two extra hotdogs when we run out of buns

>dirt&water<

all jokes aside
tryna keep this left leg
out the grave
sleeves up for decisions thats made
could speak about
hours in to
complete this home office
scarred hands'll build fortresses
nuff said
well read,educated dumb nigga
but a few years removed from a gutted swisher
it aint right less i type it out latenight
who am i?
a face in the crowd who for them i type


<--get grown,bus!--


me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

let's talk:
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my uncles:
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I'm the one that wades the water with fire inside
the one that thrives against the current so he fights with the tide
the leader held back because by his own desicions
free man by definition but captured in mental prisons
aborted missions
potential is missin if its never lived up to
pride cuts the ties leaving me more work to do
tend to be the brotha that love forgot
tend to like it that way, last name is havenot
as in havenot a chance as in havenot a clue
as in havenot a dream as in havenot but do
know no limits like mary call me yeast as i rise
from the wishes to reality to many folks suprise

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the best acrobat with language, a product of joy and anguish
the process is painless, crak in cracks in the pavement
parceled in pages or paper Whateva the setta of paces
escapes wit no traces of engagement the fif facelift patients
Haitians amazingly shot by the United nations
half amazin, who am I? It's corrupt motherfukka
dry ya tearducts, they don't give a fuck,they undercover..
suckas is embedded, I fake game like I'm knuckleheaded
but I'm potentially fathoms above suckas in semantics
concepts, exponentially, quantum fuckin mechanics
the upper echelonic standard, I was banned from this planet

one thousand years minimum...

...for smuggling second chances through the space-time continuum (LOL)

I'm connectin my wireless net-work to the next millenium..
pentium processor transistors gettin into them
the pillars of this is cyclical and cylindrical
fiscal critical, niggas giggle its meant to tickle
punchline and pistol, poppin pricks like a pimple
its simple, I'm sporatic its minerals in my spittle
digest it, Its a setup, I'm well read, like Hienz Ketchup
u-p-s and fed-ex is fed up, I'm seconds from a medic
flew in to connecticut, "flew" is the predicate
genesis to exodus, religiousness to etiquette
lets settle this, second this evidence
evidently, elementary is elegance
elephants thats celibate indigestion of elements
digested it, processed it, elemental excriment
sediments and seperatists, weaponless
wept on this, baby's chest is restless
neck stressed from the heft of my necklace

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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'm murder in the first
I'm murder wit the verse
Who curses whoever he verses (.VS)
My weaknesses are minimal
The anti subliminal smooth criminal
California head chief and general
I'm standing fast, getting my mind right..
Construct shit just like Frank Lloyd Wright
Outside it's a full moon, but the pavement is all black
Contemplate sellin crack and become the real BLACK Frank White
Some niggas hate because my status continues to elevate
Pushin this lyrical Colgate
Mind from body.... I separate
I tell foes I sell hoes only to eliminate you
But raise the crime rate once again
This flow ain't blowin in the wind
Metaphorically I make steel metal bars bend
Who am I?
The one whose career begins when yours ends
Standing tall at whatever situation I'm facin
Back to back...side to side...I got cats pacin'
I'm the new era terrorist living inside this nation
Sure, I got what cha need
I make niggas bleed a week like a female’s menstruation

Marijane
Whatch out
I shoot like MJ
and if you know the rest man
you best not press play
I'm so much
much more than
so much less
more
or less
form
it
able
and Born to bless yours
Core is press board
I'm flimsey like steel
Give me the wheel
and record your death
or absorb the message
I make em whore like open
noses open like presents
I got this with presence
I'm fly
my targets
are all hit
my cock pit
is softened with knowledge
until you get high
I'm sacreligious to sack religion
in bags like bag pipes
and play to open gates
with black keys of life
I'm hackneyed and trife
Black freed and white
I'm a cache of contridictions
attracting the light....



www.myspace.com/marijaneraps

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WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN

I swear I'm a marry an OKP


Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...

who am I...not a motherless child
but a chid of a drug addict
tongue gymnasatic ill sptter the dun jurassic
who am i....flask sipper...the go getter
that father figure my son born healthy delivered
still sarcastic raised Cali the bastid
new york born heart and soul for them ass Knicks
a tru believer in karma an organ doner
you get what you give 15 times stronger
abandoned the trees for greener grasses
startin this healthy tip to see my son smash it
i cant explain it...who am I
a dead eye....still confused about visual issues
cant decide which road im takin
misdirection run and slam hands on the pavement
am i usin this shorty
on some bernie mac "ohhh loooordy"
12 years from forty
that shits scary
still not prepared
paper makes it barely
check to check
respect respect
get grown quickly digest the stress
mistakes made and learned
still have a few that need patience burned
ima ace returned to the deck
one of many cards pulled now trace them steps

"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek

all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh

Who am I, boi? I'm unpersonified
Got the question repeatin itself like askin yaself why
Cuz the sky aint ever contemplate the direction its movin
I'm the cold front that leave half-naked chicks frozen
I am that black cloud that blew in, I got ya crew recoupin
See thru stunna shades what it's like to be headin a movement
See I Am, simply, boi don't make me get poetic
Cuz dam my eyes see clearly why the world is so hectic
I mirror the business so I am the bulls n the bears
Chicago gusts blowin makin ya ass feel bare
Windbreakers can't ever break the spirit of the air
Cuz the Spirit of St. Louis can still feel it in the air
I am the fire in my eyes n the villain that ignited it
I am the father of the hatred n the abandoned sentiments
Dead from the beginnin these heatas be leavin ya heart fire-lit
N molten lead in ya chest couldn't be stopped by tha cold steel outside of it

I AM

Ak,abbreviates the full name,
AK47,yea my styles are pain,
shooting slugs out this brain,
kept my mind on fame,
spitting shell after shell ever since i came,
leaving your hearts broken,
minds touched,
women fucked,
laced in hitops,
a sack full of nuts,
this crazy street kid bout to take a step up,
the food chain,
like drugs and the highest class,
is somewhat of cocaine,
of the highest quality,
that defines me,
only when i stay on top of it,
peace.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

Who am I?
More than a body mixed with vessels of blood,
far from lil shorties pointin black weapons at hecklin thugs,
My message is love, laced with flows thats almost legendary
against a industry dead, like white ghosts in a cemetary
I'm out for the glory, with pens and stories only advancin my steps
None before me-- Adam's flesh blessed with west African breath,
rappers runnin wild while their dreams' blow with the wind,
I perfected my style, my dreams grab a steady hold of the pen
and write these words that my hands merge with a page,
recite em on mics, and later perform 'em on stage..

www.myspace.com/jayehlmusic

i am
nine systems of simplistic seclusion
i'm so motherfuckin scared my whole life's an illusion
daughter of a killer
but i pray they can't prove it
mother by thirteen
i'm a product of losing
biochemicaly fucked up
schiztophrenic confusion
created by a pattern and intelligently prove it.

had to say.. I never remembered the talent level up on here bein' so high.. now bear wit me I'm a little out of practice.


Practiced habits die hard,
s'hard to act this way on a masked tape mattress
s'hard to match this blasted track list
Soundtrack, its the melody of my life
pounded back through the message of my wife
She gone now.. s'why I'm back writin' songs now
Never wondered 'how' til rights about now
but oh well, I never heard the sound
so clear as the notes and rhythms I found now
Just rollin' with the rhythm, keep track with divisions
dolin' out revisions, never settle with women

Just remem-ber-in all the down ass men
the people I'da layed my life down for..
All my down ass friends
Remember, cause I'm back in Sac Town again,
Remember, cause I'm back in the 9-1-6
with all the same fuckin' parties, and the same damn chicks but
Its all good 'cause I've grown from the damage
See I can survive when I feel I can't manage

Its all just life, like a Jurassic 5 classic track
Askin' back about shit, rappin' about shit,
And no dreams of gold or platinum plaques
just about givin' myself heart attacks
when I'm listenin' to playbacks
in little children's hatch backs
Is that a blunt? homie let me snatch that
I'm back involved and livin' where the green grass at.

"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche

The second coming …
After first in the train line …
The corner cut man for insane minds …
Cutting corners …
The photo exposed
Pose’d with gold burners …
Walking razor …edge liver
The cat Fading mc’s like sharp clippers…
Shark deal ‘em for the dorsal fin killing…
Ocean ray jump in the boat and heart pierce ’em …
Fuck yo Promotion nukka!!!
Out the box thinking
Feet stinking …
after I kick you in the ass with my timberlands …
Swaggerlious …
Adamant that this nine placed in ya abdomen
Will have ‘em begging me to just kill ‘em
The Pocket runner
Iced chain and gold teeth hunter …
When my cupboard don’t contain food for dinner …
Call me Mister
L>O
That FLO
Loesin
Amazin
Or just ZiN with or without the Zugga



GONE!

sig.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guess who's Back

The guest appearance
Standing off in the distance
The flicker of light
That disappears in an instant
The unimagined phantom that
Lurks in the night

The cold concrete
Winter wind swaying
Oaks.....
The multitude of strokes
In the throat of
The serpent
Provoking
The subtle, rattle and
Ring of the phone
The fractured bone
Constricting the flow of
Blood to the vein
The power of pain
Fertilized and reproduced
To leave you soiled and
Shamed

http://www.youtube.com/user/cierno?feature=mhee


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a lyricist by nature/
I've fathered mcees/
the maker, the owner/
fulfiller of propecies/
you were told I would be arrivin/
now I've appeared/
I broke out the shackles/
I stay prepared/
I'm light years ahead of your last thought/
hotter than fresh laid asphalt/
the reason you last lost/

high-caliber totin'
upstate sheep-farmin'
Harlem flat dwellin'
petty theif no big felon

too often found drunk
looking like a burnt out punk
busting my ass not to flunk

job-needing, book-reading, people-feeding, soul-bleeding, woman-eating

gypsy