don't like you nibbling on my bo zack
but the fact is you bitch ass is wack
and i can't control that how niggz holla
back with crack filled words stack
match stick that don't burn smack

i'll punch you in yo fucking mouth
and have you picking up the peaces
of locomotive engines you spinning
out of control funk master flex
run('n) d(own) MC you can see me
i crush fools destiny child drools had on
a smile all the while going between
bill folds you just a gold wrapper
i'ma diamond silver red gold stallion
weearing brass knuckles wild'n turning
yo body purple collapsing yo spleen
bitch n*gga i clean yo line
with half a woken mind it's my time
my dime that i pop in jut box slot
caught in lp groove making you teeth roc
gurillas strip bannas in bandanas
got you doing the samba in rio
mubble low under yo dying carcess
holding on to a wish of beating me
is like afish out of water yo flow is stag
prom queen but no king so
you pay yo cusin to go dutch
get you panties out a bunch
pool pit i spit you toes tap
and now you want to rap the fans say that
either he got the holy ghost
or this is yo roast
sizzling like toast
out the toaster
sending you
day dreams on a roller coaster
get the fuck ourt of here loser

debetic motherfuck
go take yo insulin
insulant dumb ass
no class

this was about building
bridges

you stuck on stupid shit
like catholic kids getting molested
by a gay pastor 22 years later
steal got you singing oh father

touch me again in the slum of kings
IP: 66.97.144.2



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TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

(gotta imagine this is towards me)

riot style, ill stakked all red queen dek
frat killa, benz ornament upside down hangin off my neck
don't fuck with dealas cuz my shit is pi rate
prime beef only hit on real and nothin fake
machete mean corn knife mean katana
I bring drama with my rime kata, try and educate
got a machete blade underneath two sawed off barrels
and at the end of them is an ax blade, heavy and not narrow
and I practice hackin through that door and bustin off a shot
loose arm, pull down, put a shot column through your spot
get that wound then rot

shot distribution scatter in an ellipse of what my barrel witness
as I snap it along a line, ill style like a true vet
then my back ups rush up and dismember the evidence
and in that fatal moment, don't try and test this
you never heard a MC rime like this

sons of elvis
sons of jesus
sons of X
2nd amendment's rawer than coke sex
get it, yo, fuck this blue state project
we raw country, fuck the city
farmer's market, home canned goods and reject
these machine brand goods, all that shit is suspect
pickin cotton or gettin hamiltons for formula?
or grow your own and buck the market? choice could be yours y'all*
this is a garden country but i'nnastates and naismith ruined it
forget em franchises, let the empire run that
fuck the city, rent some land, grow your own, and true dat

*or even put up a window herb garden and spice some meatballs, pasta, salsa, etc. yourself. Or pay someone you know a nominal (cash) fee to do it. I realize that not everyone can crush their own corn into polenta or get the ground beef from a steer they raised from the butcher, but why the hell are you buying that branded shit at the grocery store when the raw materials are cheap? The more everyone buys into labels, the more those people are controlled by them.

ok you let go a masts tec flow dragon spit
where it go so machine brands suspect you
hit into nas belly producing shit
phat people don't fit in todays society
smoking in the back woods stick and wu dangs kicks
back flips indains mexican african after the muchies
pop dollars popping collars chew on see air raw
goodies or up at 300 or return TMNT gutter braw
the old war saw is moving silent storm brewing
what you going to due ok i give you credit you knew
this was a conspiracy to fight me i drug u in foe
or enemy pick side because now adays i don't let shit slid
in the marley trenchs catching fire one inch punch
turkey necks crunch goes the corn bread you eat on wickedness
and drink the wine of violence i'm boston garden celtic
guardin roast throw back larry bird jordans out
wit two bad knees my lady sno blood toss'n turle shells
go run and tell i pop the dead pres on you mind
half you line was 60 year old man scribble on
nursing home walls form shit from under his balls
go tho the podeatrist and get yo pussy claws clip
sputter butter this ain't december but summer it's melting
sickles you harvest nothing but a loss thats the cost for response

rick ross i push broken down corvettes
to the junk yard strick a cigarrete
gonnareaha them mothers suckers wit a q-tip
bring the lip back i like these witty attack
but i'm the mack of these here boards you onkly can get this
on okayplayer big baby

yo I'm that ill sniper on a silo half a mile from the interstate
monocle on ya vehicle, verbal chemist gon' create
that chain reaction accident, bolt action on a dub plate
blow ya tire with that prarie fire straight outta farm state
now you careenin, tires sqeal behind you but it's too late
you jackknifed and screamin, see how I retaliate?
I roll with grain wagons, cornbread and chili sate
my appetite, I eat right and contemplate your fate
you roll odometers with mileage, tractor style count the hours
ATF and industr'l hemp, a convergence of the real powers
I throw that thunder style like I was april showers
TMNT? you right: we the renaissance in flower
don't live large, I hold it down, and that's true now or
later sucka, true rimers make em fakers cower
battle song comin on strong, between the sweet and sour
general tzu like who? in the elevator, in your tower
bib overalls and shitkicker boots, I'm coming louder

sitting behind psuedo illumination
Hellen Keller one fingered i read half ass production
rough draft B-boy stance out here thug'n
club'n 2 his own horn sprinkling fairy tail kush
when it's really garland corn bad mya's lovely porn
I praise my enemies and crown you pimp katt williams
but this ain't no comedy but when you spoke
i can tell this was a terrel kidnap story hoax
you g unit pass was provoke now jump on the boat
captian because going down is all you can mustard up nope
that wasn't dope because i'm steal focus

indie scrye bible, breakin mirs like gospel
warriors come bounce to this I won't tell
I used to do the queen of england, now she in a cell
I pull that greek fire from my belt, I met her in hell
everyone know they heard about it, can't decide or describe what it really is
but I'm the illa killa on them old secrets, E L L U L, anarchist Jesus
greek fire is moonshine is ethanol is that molotov thesis
incendiary rime for all time, I sip it or or spit it, all history is recent
nine nine five spit eth on enemies liive and check this
once they covered I flip that hot matchbook, the holy fire is my sys
chicago type writer and consciousness like that ill kr-s
did you ever see this?
bull headed man decapitatin man headed cattle
wack MC's wanna battle
try and test the poet, snake like rattle
pro gramma, cut a letter like leonardo, settle
the symbol score like michaelangelo
raphael show you the pitch(fork) were you alive at renassaince, yo?
donatello with the lever, real style is the TROJAN WAR

read up

you tell me who won
claiming to be a killa wit no gun
on the fuck run feeling the wrath of the son
it's far from being done

go ahead and call the cops
dying wit yo mouth open punk nigga show boating
blinging fake g's bitch please i'll crash yo block
and take yo verbal gloc

tie yo bitch ass
to suge knights electric chair death row shock
power from on top bouncing on yo ma ma so ironic wont stop
i love to be hated

can't comprehend it
this slop those rocs creeping across my post but you ass white
as a ghost magic stick pimp slapping victory toast you boast
on shit you don't understand

on command
infflicting trouble poping you and yo road dawgs bubble these no
where you can go to escape royal rumble a peace where death lives
taken hand

truck you may have won last century but this millenium is MINE
head to ya local theatre and catch an ill falcon rime
marky mark in the shooter, moonshine say it's killa time
and I'm the ninja turtle tutor, oak n'I a style comin onLINE

old navy jack flag and we bouncin waves full sail
don't tread on me mother fucker I'm sippin from the holy grail
I fucked loren on your sheets and left that snail trail email
you nero rimer, think you can step to fibonacci chain mail?
whisky kid but I don't roll with JD, that taste a violin lick
I put down a fifth of JB, strait raiza on ya scene with sick
lick quid
kr-s tan
good sam'ri tan
farma tan, the clan that stomp the land, heard?
funky king stunna, cattle thunda rumble in ya area
disc rippa bootlegga lightin his'tory hyster'ia
tearin up interstates, I'm the implement carr'ia
wreck in pa che, truck
not bad but I came to bury ya

look whose coming threw back doo
reaching for moo this ain't even a sho
blowing fire torching gasoline ahems
wit his back out hulk hogan cracking limbs
hannibal open up skulls word play run like tim
bo's in his de flated eagle caugth people
in graves laughing angels manipulating bugels
phat people eating bagels blood in viens
with no c.r.e.a.m. cheese wu killer bee
without wings crawling on my progress
i lift you during the process when
your lines was obess of making knots
to kill yo self kid abstract mash
up under gold gyms rack only 20 pounds
lack sound but my mount context kamakazi
karma super no eddie murphy cartoon
boom like an empty room your see threw
celebrating the new year wit a 25 common cent
new brew sorry if i act lewd but i'm teaching you
like the rat teach the turtles you say master
i lack i say practice harder smoking that
crack if you think you can beat me with that
i slap lps and bow you down on your knees
i'm holding all the keys revelations lamb
no this ain;t no scam young grasshopper
grab the stone block and make it hot
then you can share the top a yacht
like easy e rapping for food
expressing all kind of mood rings
but i'll till be roc's scorpion king
seting wild flowers free by listen

shyne do i look guilty coby
slip n slid over money 4 criminals minds tv
series bad boy pistons broke
stuck side of juipter nick kicks kitchen lines
single file when does side walks become private property
grown man's denile these dallas cops must not know me bond
lacking legality what they doing
and how they talk to us is blasphemy
it's about to be a few casualties
making it's way to the mortuary
emily barely of age catholic priest
exocisism those selfrighteous demons dying to live in him
pushing to give what i know
but say it ain't so
i'm crying i ain't lie'n
i'm try to do what i do
save souls but police roll
not a friend of me
fighting my vision enemy
belief in misery
breaking future me ankles falling to my knees
why can't family see
it ain't me it ain't drugs
but banks shots taking currency making me
scream from a field of crickets
and fire ants
three pair pants but no washing machine
in between prison and a shelter
i'm like god what eva what ever it's your will
but i'm ready to kill
feel what it's like to be against you
maybe it's true then i'll have ahouse
a car wit a bar to piss on you laws
since i've been following you all i do is
fugi falls i know you hear me call
o dragon of the abyss what is this
turning me into afish going wit the flow
don't act like you don't know

...but my style is all violent
it ain't a coincidence
love is war, war is love, that's the real
REPREZENT
if you really got that style magnificent
violent beauty I seen, blood and love like evidence
and I seen wack mutha fuckas committing the worst crimes
they deserve my sentence
my sentence is they should DIE
I was born to fly
Born to kill, born to die for it
march madness motha fuckas wanna try and score it
but the love is that thing that you never forget
and anyone who against love is against me
you seen that frat boy or feminist street theatre?
confusing children with the whole fake ass government system
I came here to start the real war
now is you alien or is you corps?
rosy cross greek dawn you been to that shore?
warhead all hardcore, do you know what you fighting for?
Michael Angel O yeah, I heard the drum corps
see in my city there be pimps owning apartment buildings
trading rent for porn and the girls think it ain't sin
red letta days, bout time we get violent
I'm sicka this shit like I'm sicka they government
roads, and toadstools, native sons reprezent
I'm givin up that wack sex trade for lent

don't ask me why you feel people should die
you running up on my post wit a nine don't cry
ain't shy dam dude acting rude well my response is lewd
saving weakass niggz too afriad to fight the police
so they fuck over yo and my nice it ain't they fought
it's the beast that eat on our bones thought we was gone
but i'm back from the coughing blunts bouncing off curve still lit
white flag burns as buddha's 8 fold wheel turns on
birthday cake candles fake got a file for those lost in the crowd
following my way should i say it doesn't matter if your
str or gay today day broke rize yo fist but don't sign yo name on
the drc list just to be cross out and cross over
i don't give a fuck if you drunk or sober
i ain't no push over fuck my family
they really don't know me
i don't fit the style because i'm to wild
the don sleeping in the streets potroling my beat
it's my feet they government is trying to take
so i move from the lake i ain't got no beef
a roni wheres my brother tony in love wit
his wife instead of being by my side making a scarafice
but i respect is life he chose i choose
to die in battle the dragons teeth rattles that's
me avoiding paper in pissing in cups so what
they stolen my job i don't rob because i ain't no criminal
what they trying to make out to be g
no i'm not a gangsta a hustla i'm
like big and pac a king i just ain't been drop

the fuck off you had you three sets
no out of respect i responsed but next time it's yo dime

maybe my dime already been spent (bless'a)
heaven sent and still hell-bent
fire'n ice paid blood price for the mayhem rhythm
thunda crak hackers got damned by the system
lit fuse firecrackas ain't anyone lis nen?
rage alone in the fields and
sole survivor field'a dreams thoughts harem
is she dead? I got one endangered ear
smoke h's fear and that medallion on me
worry I'm dead so I want to tell the story
of what they did, the police p'lease freeze and bee's knees hot cheese
or maybe not, streets too hot for the mp3's
trapped between two sides, damned by the both of them
try to form words to maybe explain sin
so hard to know anymore
but I think a man be for war, a man here to score
they all voted said "she" was best word of last millenium
I get up on this cloud and compute like pentium
so confused, seen red rouge and blues
kill for my lady if I had to choose
but all these obstacles crazy in my head
i'm dead maybe
no one wants me around ear to the ground, seer
walkin home hearin two shots bust off
twice now, but I still seem to be alive though
don't overstand how the architect planned it
if I gotta be adversary, that's who I gotta be
If I gotta hold this weight, I know it ain't eazy
to stay alive sometimes I wanna die from the things I see
how to even tech it or make sense of it I don't know
all I know is I been to hell, heaven, and flow
movin that alpha beta beta alpha
that dam nation on the highest shelf, a
rime school vision got me mad like A frame
A P 440 cop to love is insane, who killed kurt cobain?
free silver free gold, don't know what I'm makin
I never know anything that I'm sayin
was I drugged or was I born again?
gotta feeling I'm through the looking glass like Natasha, ah, sataN
glass shards in my skin sail whale sail kraken
ill unconscious when I write, this in sane break and
all I know is I've been in love, and san andreas quakin
findin derivitave rime is making me jake an
my dead dog black jack watchin predator 2
amoeba rime full time, a crazy wish come true
wars in my head and tell ya what I'm gon do
keep on bein ill i'a cuz I know I'm one of the few
who choose confusion over usin psych pills that them fake rimaz threw
yeah
I'm crazy mad insane but it's truer than what most folk do
alex in porno flix or was that me through a glass darkly?
true suita psuedo true troop who?

will they kill me measuring black suit cases
walking in blood clot crying embracing faces
you say no body is listen crack fiening
people to take a hit but they spit leaving
deaf scrubbing come off poles full metal jacket full of holes
wearing nothing in the rain but a blade of grass engulf john does
killing pleasure for fucking wit my hoes
sickle cain harvest style hope you got a recipe a macy's re seat
worms sneak under feet you march to hendrix beats
she smell sweet rolled up in a sheet sleep
in tonka truck trunk spike crow bar in pussy
looking into her eye i love watch people die
watch you from a far wit the cleans hair cuts
kinda fly why because you though i was a sucker
a punk as mother fucker because you was stealing my nut from
splaterring rubber coming impregnanted fiction
my deals missing so i'm whisper having you strain to listen
thumb print on jugular cat burgular for drops call
it's not over peter slicing right ear so you can't call back up
cuban mafia hack you up old war saw bathroom sceen
i'm deem king bum rushing in nostrils because you need oxygen
you can't win in god you trust but you just felt
his gust

psalms 18

who ever provokes me to anger threaten their own life
not this is drama like a pack of against drunk driving mamas

dam quick grip mc flaw slow on the draw
contract killing herns saw open'n dawg pound paw
chisel god's canvas know'n u ain't a fan to this
control by medusa kiss break'n yo face blissfully
into mighty planetary size gangsta alignment hail
fling at bush administration why you think life
is in a state constant constipation sit'n on
toilet wasting time with yo thunder cat hoooo battle lines
batman sign six feet deep decline finding
it's way to where bone rest pyro pryor flick flunk how
to smoke a nigga test if you want to be the best man
then jump in the frying pan fire increase in esophagus parched
dialect and no spit came kicking lams while their
down come on you wanna be king stop writing
and start mike tyson fighting or biting it don't matter
player hater this is pure hate and i can't wait
to ill ni a late you into dust blowing in the win

check the score 5 0

tell me about drunk driving?
nick hittin jordan in the gatsby
my rime won, I got the ill holy trinity
lightnin to thunda to prarie fire, see?
truck how you think you can even fuck with me
i'm elemental, periodic when I rock it
beneath ya wheel andDNA risin up
all war and intel riotzealmysticstudylightnen, you shook up
my crew sip buck, chew as wook, rook and queen style real fuck
ovatrhow ya area with the silver rhyme carria
adversary wire as rev DA
dada suckaz control and sympathize
wasteland la sik surgery can't kill the true eyes
argus seer'd with slang, fuck a gangbang
penetratin lady cats and vamps with the true erlang
georgetown farma king sing the riot
try and buy it, truth is no matta what ya chips witness
a plat plate from farm state sho you the bizness
hex style or chess style, my text tiles tessalate
schiz tesseract, you can't even relate
verbs to nouns, your sound is a fake MC masturbate
I got my cock in ma bell, all you club kings bring the hate
fake cops thought they killed the a cid Dick A
real cops bringin hardstyle profound agape (ep a ga)
hard like it's a pose to be
illa than me
lick quid you see
greatest of all time in the greatest game eva played
FFT
ain't no demos kratos that can kill the god of war
aquarian arian jug strait raw

may you rest in peace
then at least you can get some sleep
leaving competition in dallas resource center in soup line tweeking
busta vs mike halfway breathing tight rope walking crispy black
mya fallen greed with envy taking trips to the peeks
thats when i intro introduce you to what's they name
the holy trinity they say oh this yo enemy
i know them personally
the holy ghost said leave to me
taking you girl my style is like her pussy
stripe him of his man hood overflow discharge
in the hood oak cliff smoke water down spliff
looking bad how the fuck you came to this
it's your lucky day drawing smiles on that sad
mime clown keep coming around
i love setting you down
unuseful out put
in an ash tray cigar but
how you want to act
peter pan bumping smack
in pink you stink
u ain't joao zilhao
and i aint no discovery
but my delivery is the sickest
going the hardest
an this is only an x zibit
come and get it bout time you get it
i left the stage and shited
forget it
blind laying in it
call me john keats fascinated with gouging out eyes
why does yo pops cry
you ain't dead but your dying
yo ryhme'n lacks memory formation
so giving yo a swift punch'n
ginkgo to aid your timing you aiming
blup sharp shooter
fearing back talk second edition had you trip'n
fake ass entreprenuer soar snore buyer of attempt'n
wet sex'n sin sore my futile fertile period petition
take the cotton out your ears and start hear'n
keep fuck'n wit me and your going to stop live'n
nano-enemy tech no nine technic sweat me
neanderthal luda crash'n yo jaw trigger
immuno response soundbite spike like a hand on you back
then cut'n yo neck satellite neurotransmitter by law
peg tube placement

you think you rock pink my red rock harder
likka AK sideways horizontal spray
street sweeper warhead fountian of all knowledge
you degenerate motha fucka I bomb your college
apostolic knowlegde kick shit like gnostic
bosch paintings like tryptychs ill, you dead, I quick
bring the radium to your fake ass rap stadium
wrath of the math it's the sequel A T M
at the moment A T R, atari riot in effect
I'll give you more violent rimes on any subject than you could expect
daikatana suicide bomber on these evil generators
bring fire to a battle, uncover mass graves unda inta statas
got 'stats and the math says your times up
usurer motha fucka green team shoot your place up
run up on your city, I am her'a cain
you a fake ass machine nigga look at your name.

some suckas keep it so real that they fake the fuck
when they spit that jazz math GOAT breaks they junk

truck you scrap metal. My name is Michael, and it rimes with "go to hell motha fucka."

check mate demongirl4eva don't need her
but when you see chuck taylor sneakers
and wife beaters pull yo heater because
yo life just got hot suicide bombers
bombing yo spot general generators
choking u radium yo bank head bounce under bleachers
in dog pound stadium oral fixation sucking and fucking
bobbing and ducking teachers rim shots but i don't want you to call me pops see what happen to yo social skills for puffing a ounce
little phat missy and fiddy out of control
but you never had control
no body want you as bad as micheal jackson thriller keeps asking
if you had knowledge yo end-sluts put downs
would have been fine tune micheal myers drop out of high school never made it to college because he was abolished
by a fist and restored by laying hands
on the dead where's my bread

it's over you won
what's up hommie
we still cool
next time stay in control and
don't let you opponent know your frustrated

peace we'll do it again
another day

i bow in disgrace

Thank you for battling, and thank you for yielding. I agree my focus must be improved. You were a worthy opponent.

no i'm just a gabber the pleasure was all mines but when i threw out two it force you to keep up and threw you off it's not how the other person fights it's about staying within your style and perdicting your opponents steps! i've been here a wild and i love to battle
and people win by not what they say but how they play the game sometime not saying nothing and you'll win check out zin he/she is scar of freedom like that right there was what boxer do before a fight to make the other mad and when you get mad nine out of ten times you lose use ever thing to your advantage

peace
build

TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

finally feeling repercussions of petty crimes discussion
after being poor comes riches show me a bitch who can prevent me
get up off your knee you remember me freshly in the pen
you was set trip pen cry n fuck that bull shit you go n
threw stand n at the door yell n in the next breath pray n
loose canon act n dick dasterly exploid n into a million tears
feed n me 2 scoops of gobble gobblei ain't ronald mc donald
2 kill a mocking bird i strangle the swallow you spit
came up short of hit n red rum get n ghost snoop west coast
running up on yo game str up coward now scream peace
living lies i'm know world wide EZ pass me the mic
and wipe off this click shirt wet from knife to throat
wishing i croak kemit hold up police bull frog
pop pop shots of back off like hilter i stand up
enter scop in hand to start a holocost all over again

soundz like an invitation, word . .

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