i kick emcees like a soccor ball
when you go in between the poles
they say goaaal!

i write my rhymes on a yellow napkin.
and then i pretend like nothin happens.

yo, i'll make you look dumb and sad
you wish that i was your dad
so don't get mad, get glad
like the plastic bags
oh, what you mad?
you smelly like your pussy is on the rag.

Yo,you wanna gun morehouse,
his style is strong,
your style is kinda feminine,
like that of a thongs,
ill rip your head off your neck,
licence to kill,
but this is a lyrical tech,
plus this minds so ill,
my method kills,
your rhymes are false,
like your identity,
fake alias,with no complexity,
no understanding of depth,and truth,
he was speaking from his heart,
not just shit like you,
your facing the scar,
Ak's wild,like that of an orgy,
your rhymes are more basic then a 4 year olds story,
ignore thee,ignore he,
what can i do?
but keep gunnin,
ignorence,that sounds just like you,
you wanna go,you set it off,
3 round or your shut off,
your still soft,
a soft patch,from a hard bach,
this is a hard life,
so you gots have a good comeback.

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

>i kick emcees like a soccor ball
>when you go in between the poles
>they say goaaal!
>
>i write my rhymes on a yellow napkin.
>and then i pretend like nothin happens.
>
>yo, i'll make you look dumb and sad
>you wish that i was your dad
>so don't get mad, get glad
>like the plastic bags
>oh, what you mad?
>you smelly like your pussy is on the rag.

really fam?...
if this is what you have,
you need not call out anyone


"i kick emcees like a soccer ball"
is that what's hot in the streets?
you must be like 12

emcees in here will end
your hopes of even looking at a pen again.

i don't even battle but
i may do it just to make a point.


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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

I'd like to see your rip dis guy.

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

Playa, fundamentals of Sports
No play, no work
Get cut first draft
Pimp slapped by Björk

Wanna be a patriarch?
Well Daddy, here’s the trounce
“Mama why come my baby brother
Named Mo’house?”

I'ma tell it like it is
cauze it's MO from the start
MO bounce 2 the ounce
MO good for your heart


Say What?
you wanna run up?
Shut us down?
Acting like U
Queen with da knock off crown?
Your Majesty be realistic
You ain’t sadistic
U big mac
Of filet o fishes
But you fizzle on delicious
'sides
You reppin the Bay like
Like E & J repped Benson
If you took a glad bag full of asprin you'd
still feel tension

Hey baby, you FEEL that THROBBING inSIDE your DOME?
it's me and OKP making a humble home
got you all hooked
Cauze it’s clandestine clean
One Up, Put your word up
SCORE team!!
If knowledge was the key then
Your rhymes be on curb #3
Hollerin’ “Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?”

Experimental is your MO
eg. More hot air than open windows
Gotta hankering for a hunk of cheese
But then, yo
Let me teach you fundamentals
of game credentials, y'all

How U gonna play soccer
If you ain’t got balls?

(applause)

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

Ah...yall being a lil too harsh...Cut him a lil slack...This is usually not my area of expertise but I'll continue with this young chap's initiation.

The battle format is sweet sixteens
Sliced heavenly
You can't go to war without heavy weaponry
I'll bang out your whole infantry
With lyrical mortar shells
Leave whelps around your ankles
Like leather belts
Melt ya like Microwaved plastic
I bounce back
I'm elastic....
Just leave....You're frantic
Not credible enough to be an MC
Edible like a pair of your girl's thongs
Now get gone
I'll show you how to do this
Of flow I'm affluent
You're truant of skill
In need of practice
I run the rhyme drill
I'm charging from 8 pm
Till the crack of dawn
Yarn....this bores me
At ease soldier
Put your gun in your holster
I ain't got time to toy
Around
So put up your drum
Before the sun goes down
Around your side of town
And I come around
And crack your cranium
Like a walnut shell
Ah shit....I'm usually abstractly
Phonetically fanatic
But just felt like doing a lil
Tampering with your tampon
I’ll stamp on and trample you like
Bison...in the Wilderness
Searching for the water hole
In this case
That orifice below your girl's nose

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


Check it out

i come in like sham moo
strip tease u
then i turn to master bait
wit no hooks
i caught crooks
like martin malcom x
wit a hex
wipping vets nose
wit old pros
that's how it goes
smoke traveling in exhaust systems
leaving him exhausted
flabbergastic
normally i come over dro matic
young joc
put his gaurd down
when i come around
wit pits slobbering out shelby
got the whole world wondering can we
get wit him
limp biscuts tried
24 seconds later commited sew a cide
sprayed on the weeds
you engulf
nas wife calling me the bossy
nasty digging deep
after i spoted a leak
it's that time of the month try not to speak
and bare it all
watch how the kings me fall
playing wit a china doll
mauled and haul away

TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

Ill drop by the way.

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

But believe me, I'm retired

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

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

u can't be serious..I'll nasir jones ya ass my G..holla back with ya best

yo, ya trip the shrooms like fantastic do ya?
spit like a ill taught misfit true huh?
words ya say come laced with that package dude
smell them rhymes get sick and die, got bird flu
slander no matter your mind is soft jack
shit you say unfounded like a fellons tossed crack
lucid lyrics, not hardly when you spit
write those words on TP cause thats true shit
two seconds of my life i aint never gettin back
when i opened a post, saw ya name, quick to hit back
but back i cant go, i read and now i know
that crack that you smoke took ya mind and broke
like you need to do from the keybored, oh lord
i laugh till i cry, read that shit and cry more
and i dont freestyle so if its wack im sorry
then again fuck a sorry, just log off homie

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I was born in Kaiser Hayward
so you best back up
lyrics boin you like a lazer
make ya chest act up
I'm
marijane like I said
I'm so bay with the shit
i gotta rappin 4-tay
I be that pimp of the year
Make you limp to the peir
Drop your azz off with the saegulls
Military play them beagles
Alcatraz to the rear
the mac and Doc of your dre
Look like i keeked the sneak
outta of this battle
call me cattle cause I beef on beats


HA HA!!!! I'm so bay with it!

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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...

ECHS Guacho here!
^5
Richmond all the way! (By the way, Mo champaign, Mr. Fortay?) I used to love that fool...

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five