Write what you want

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Maskil, Aug 13, 2013.

  1. Kron

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    Yeah...

    Gonna just... rap off the top... taking cats off the block...
    Nah fuck that... I only said that cause I'm lacking in thought...
    Started from the bottom, well OK, moving back to the top...
    with raps... that would make corporate heads wanna invest in capital stock...
    Yeah.. just saying some shit... so if you're saying the same
    thang, then just split... the pain and anguish I get is second
    nature to every multicultural language that's flipped...
    So in normal protocol? I'm going off... dozing off
    in the Bread Aisle like Asher Roth... face covered in Popeye's Tabasco sauce...
    These kids see the MC shit I free, and...believe in
    the religious nature of getting paper... that's birds of a feather...
    Because alternatively? I can grab lyrics and word em' together...
    While you break em' apart... what I'm making is art
    You thought Chivalry was dead? Nope... The last hope surpassed by the glass scope...
    I run the gamut, but these tracks don't...
    Memory sprained from the medical claims of the mentally insane...
    thoughts that leap out of my skull... concepts
    of creativity to overpower the dull... they got the brawn, sure, but how's the gull?
    Not that great. Dropping hate like Donald Sterling
    make a toxic waste concept placed in the media, faced with obnoxious states...
    Yeah... Mark Cuban on his part, looming...
    Video recordings of filth lurk in a dark room and...
    In the butt of it all? discussions involving
    racism buzz like a saw... NBA has another withdrawal...
    Nah... privacy leaked inside of the streets...
    You either ride with your pride, or you try to retreat...
    But not me, certified with the desire and peak
    the entire elite empire to see inside of the finances seeped...
    In... to this global affair... you ain't mobile
    you modal, you share... in the same investments lifted in the mode of despair...
    So there goes your career... can't fuck with...
    the substance... they wanna take you higher and higher...
    but how's the flight deck... ?
    Pretty light. Yep.
    Prepare for the fall taking the right steps...
    Look at the cop patrolling the night desk...
    It's like a quest... that keeps you up at night, the stress...
    is pretty frightening, yes... that's another type I would like to address...
    Just imagine being in bed and feeling impeding doom...
    Not knowing where you are like the infant child when leaves the womb?
    How quickly do we presume to work with our instincts
    and lash out... at anyone there. Emotions? yea, plenty to spare...
    Over the border, while demons sit in the Embassy chair...
    Waiting to attack me, but I'm looking back at em, happy...
    I'm saying, this fucking life's full of drama that lingers...
    between the Devils paws consisting of his dominant fingers
    pressed deep... provocative... don't know what my option is...
    While celebrities are on their Madonna shit, adopting kids...
    Feeling blocked, had to go and look at the monolith...
    That stands tall... they spin it around, but that's the man's call...
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    But I don't give a damn, y'all... I scream at the top of my lungs...
    from the bottom to the top I have brought the power to rock you cowards...
    Yeah deflower your ego's, they looking
    at the result like, "How's it legal?", Soylent green type of shit, devouring people...
    Scour the earth with a powerful verse... a reign supreme....
    Like how the fuck can a Canadian change the scene?
    Saw the genetic make up; maybe it's Maybelline
    Maybe the day he dreamed of being the best, the being attested to seeing the rest...
    It's like fleeing the nest...
    But the overbearing light is feeding his stress...
    He's gonna keep trying... the melody plays the beat by him...
    Rinse and repeat, the invincible peak... prying
    it... the requirement of reaching a higher niche is desired, which
    fires him up... retiring punks prior to cutting
    the structure down... an entire 360, he doesn't fuck around...
    Sucka... both knuckles ready to do damage
    How do you dudes manage to keep a handle on skill... planning with an amateurs will?
    Nobody is a fan of ya, kill on point and keep going
    like camera film... see if you can keep pace with the stance of the Guild...
    All of the shit that goes on can't prolong this assessment...
    Plus the reality of the matter goes beyond the investment...
    I mean, check out the talent to be... see how the senile
    easily forget how we pile up and leave a bunch of bodies surrounding the scene...
    They're crowning a fiend... a man who loves witnessing death...
    The interest has left such a profound mark on his life, that the "dark"? is his light...
    You can see him walking the park, with his Parka and knife...
    Taking a spark, getting baked before placing a stake straight through you heart...
    Which is one of the ways he can take you apart...
    Just face it, his complacency marks a way of making this statement, his art...
    A disaster that's calling... A Picasso who plasters his wall
    with the dead bodies cast, and doesn't ask for applauding...
    Just grabs his mask and goes mauling...
    Spitting acid, dissolving
    tracks in the bin... with a Phantom Mask, masking his grin...
    Ha... pretty graphical? tactical placement... me
    Moving faster than Jason... through the woods before slashing your face in...
    Cutting you in half and then placing
    the lower torso into a trash bag that's stashed in the waste bin
    ...placed in the back of his basement...
    Weird shit... the lyrics got spear tips... lames get owned...
    Big names get their heads chopped off their necks; Game of Thrones...
    Singular motion, I play alone... a swinging devotion...
    of pain I've honed... writing the same, in a changing tone (huh)
    Yep... Donald Sutherland with the smoothness... conniving as shit..
    Maniacal with two mechanical arms prone to violence and shit...
    His timing? legit... yeah, rhyming as quick
    as Twista' and Mac Lethal... a venomous cobra penetrating the pen that it holds up...
    If you're ready for war? I hope that you're sending a soldier
    A culture so demented the prose poses death while pretending it's closure...
    Ugh... a beautiful ugly musical drug...
    of lunacy wit... in tune with his dick, fucking your wife, I'm Alan... unusually Thicke...
    There's too much truth to this shit...
    The exclusive, man, he use to be sick...
    enough for a picker up... now he's losing his grip on the views he's equipped...
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  3. lazerscope

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    Rude with the quips, brutally quick when I...
    Draw the weapon, cuz I keep rugers on hips
    Ain't new to this shit, plus my crew is equipped
    To whip any stupid newbie who be spewing dumb shit
    You can't hack it ~ Swag? I can't lack it
    Only poly with niggaz in my tax bracket
    These days rap's a racket....Pack you vest, put on a dress
    Drink lean and talk about sex, then automatically you are the best
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  4. K.I.T.

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    automatically you are the best, from north, south, east-west//
    we bring that stress,to ya,chest as words manifest /
    like rum liquor, cognac or maybe whiskey/
    all's, I know by the end of the night, im gone, be, hella pissy//
    drunk, as motha, but yo I kinda hate that/
    cus, the next day, im like a needle in a haystack//
    meaning im not going outside, unless, my stomach decides/
    to build up some courage, for me to get outside//
    my front door, cus I want more/
    til im smelling soo, bad, it's, coming outta my pores//
    and other places, that I didn't know I even had/
    I was really glad, but now im feelin really, bad//
    or mad, for getting soo trashed/
    and all of a sudden im seeing cigarette ash//
    inside of a glass,that drunk out of/
    I guess thatll, be the last time that Ill go to that pub/
    or maybe, im lying, because who cares?/
    as long as you got enough money for ya own cab fare//
    I swear, imma, square, tryin to fit in a hole/
    but I always, get frustrated and left in the cold//
    trying to find, a, new role, for me to follow/
    or maybe I should just be, my own role model//
    bullets stay hollow, na im gonna shoot nobody/
    plus I say that all the time like it was a hobby//
    maybe they'll pay me probably/
    by buyin some cd's, that they'll enjoy when their feelin, groggy//
    in the morning, some say, im swarming/
    from here to norman,you can catch me, while, im touring/
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  5. lazerscope

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    With neither malice nor greed I achieve the impossible
    I scheme to box a few who think completely illogical
    Stay on point like cleats on soccer shoes
    Hear your rhyme? Believe I have to snooze
    On avenues and corners one time wanna swarm us
    Surround us, lock us up, give us numbers
    Within the hundreds ~ It's like we're the hunted
    May Jesus's cup runneth over, my head stays anointed
    Rappers I toy with like cats to Koi fish
    Cuz they got no clue what toil is
    Working like a slave so I'm eating like a king
    On the run, the beast wanna see me in the bing
    I sit back and think about the hardships and sacrifice
    And wonder if there's something better in the afterlife
    It's like alotta melons out here I have to slice
    Well-mannered rappers I slice in two..Still ain't half as nice....
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  6. Kron

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    All I see is red... like I stopped at the traffic lights...
    whack cats can't rap so they resort to flashy ice...
    But then I laugh at that, A&R's and execs...
    Smoke cigars and address the culture; yo, you can't measure bars from a desk...
    Those pie charts inside charts are a mess...
    You got the, sound scan... straight from the top, the music is now planned...
    A thousand fans behind securities, waiting out the stands...
    For the rapper to come out and shake their hands, that's what the crowd demands...
    Nah, how are we feeding the ego of what deemed as a feeble
    attempt to nourish the beast from the industry these people present?
    Indecisive, they'd rather be on the fence, then see it makes sense
    to speak with some sense(cents), it's worth it's weight in gold...
    That's what they're saying, yo...
    Might as well bait em', know the way to go...
    The play the role like Californication on HBO...
    But think about it... it's the X files... they played us for chumps, b...
    The paranormal of hip hip movements, where's David Duchovny?
    I'm saying it must be the way they're displaying the jump, thee'
    entire sector requires pressure... vice's inside the dresser...
    Trying to think outside of the box, well, mine is fresher...
    Break a leg is what they told me -- find this guy a stretcher...
    Play in the moment to outweigh the opponent...
    Fear is only a facial component placed in atonement, you dig?
    Yeah, dig deep... that grave is only 6 feet...
    The gravel from the volume can fill up sheets creek... pip squeak...
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  7. K.I.T.

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    Threes Company, like a ménage a trois/
    I couldn't, believe it because, it looked soo raw//
    including metaphors, coming out the front door/
    listening to odb baby give me some more//
    shimmy, shimmy, ya, with it, that's how we all spit it/
    East, West, north, all the way to the South pacific//
    just to be specific, in these days and times/
    I spit blatant rhymes, til I gotta pay some time//
    In jail with it, I hope I don't have to/
    I guess that's what I get for having such a short fuse//
    or being confused, with these rap tactics/
    it's hard to tell from the real and the plastic//
    get ya ass kicked, na Im just playin though/
    like back in the day, get with the scenario//
    that you see in front of you, what you really gonna do/
    when we, start formin in front of you//
    like Voltron, I bet youll know its, on/
    I sip brews all the way to Don Perion//
    or Champane plus Im bringin the pain/
    say it loud and clear, until you remember the name//
    k.i.t. or keep it infinity/
    kit bizkit stay rockin the vicinity//
    for your enjoyment and employment/
    you got a lot of prince's, but theres only one anointed//
    one to hold it down/
    sittin on the throne, I ain't messin' around//
    Im like Barack Obama, without no drama/
    Im on cruise control, while talking to the Dalai Lama//
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  8. lazerscope

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    Back at you like bad karma, piercing through ya wack armor
    I eat you fags up for breakfast like a hungry Jeff Dahmer
    Controlling the spot...brain so overloaded, should be glowing on top
    Peep me on every block blowing the pot
    Think cyclical, compared to most who are miniscule
    Can't expect a boss to fuck with you little dudes
    Fuck around and get split in two, spit wisdom like Splinter do
    But no rat...Rhyme 'til the eyes in ya head roll back
    Know that!
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  9. Kron

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    It's so whack... this amazing thing we call human life...
    We drive our own ambitions like we've assumed the right...
    To do, but lose our sight of what's important... I swear, it kills me...
    After all of these years and I'm still trying find the real thing
    It scares me because I'm getting at the age were things are vital...
    Feel like I'm stuck in a cycle, and there's nothing that I do
    which works, so I'm cynical of decisions I make
    Which seems to always equal out to my biggest mistakes
    But then I realize, I've always went with my first instinct, I don't know
    Never had time to think shit out, never thought of riding slow...
    Like I got my summer tires deep down inside of snow...
    And every direction that's blocked off where the ones I tried to go
    I'm trying grow, as a man, but I'm stuck in my ways
    That platform is reluctant to raise
    So I'm sucked in a phase where I could either do what I was doing
    Or change and get out of my comfort zone, see something improving
    This idea of being me works I guess, but I'm feeling ill...
    Most of the things I thought I liked before, I don't see appeal
    It's like, I'm always wrong in the end...
    It's like I got to pretend that my thoughts were right all along
    It's open-ended, but I hope I find my way out this mess
    And my happiness out weighs all this stress...


    And that's real...
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  10. lazerscope

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    Yes...indeed homie, I truly feel ya
    Sometimes you're bothered by nothing in particular
    Except you just don't FEEL RIGHT, whenever the wind blows
    Eyes cut sideways keeps you up on tip-toes
    You hustle everyday and night, just to get dough
    And come next week you broke again...guess that's how shit goes
    Hit the sack with paranoia, and can't sleep, cuz of paranoia
    About to become the first addict off of marijuana
    Friends greet you with forked tongues with talk 'bout short runs
    But they the first to snitch on you when the law caught 'em
    Cuz these days, loyalty is like a four-letter word
    That's why I don't say shit, but sit back and observe
    Who the realest, who the fakest, who'll say anything to anybody
    Foul niggaz who the type tap your own pockets in his robbery
    So I stay low, avoid new niggaz like they po-po
    My sugar high, and these niggaz sweet like cocoa
    Can't fuck with 'em....
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  11. Kron

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    I could write thoughts in an ice box, still come heat...
    The white fox... knocking the hinges off most of life's locks...
    Continued to cause mayhem in the middle day...
    This isn't a give away... this is lyrics laid on a paper; they're scribble prey...
    What up Scribble Jam? this is your little man...
    like Marlon, getting in between the borders, no middleman...
    Flow unexpected like a newborn baby that isn't planned
    So you kids can scram, food for thought on a paper -- no kitchen pan...
    Fuck with the wishing, I went out for what's mine...
    a thousand of lines, left everyone of your prowess behind...
    Pry through the cowardice mind, with a mental
    lapse that will devour his spine with enough power to knock down the two towers, combined...
    You ain't far ahead... I interweave words, that's Charlotte's Web...
    enough bars to scar the dead... till they go blue, like Marge's head...
    It's code blue when these bars are read (red)
    I'm an architect, the matrix patriarch
    detect the art, a threat big enough to rip apart the net...
    like a giant whale, so if you try and bail? Denied, like the plaintiff's plea...
    When the judge sends them out because all you fuckers the same to me...
    Even my brain's seen by the demented pace of my pencil trace...
    So down to the root? I need a dental brace... a brain assault, a complete mental case...
    I maim the vault.. if you tried to knock on my door? it'd be the same result...
    I don't halt. Your pain will bolt... n still I cut it down to the nerve...
    The power surrounding my words...
    it's like... a flower emerged from out of the earth to become a Venus flytrap,
    after it was showered in dirt...
    So I don't care for the petty talk? if you run your mouth? I let you walk...
    Break you down like a Tetris block with no extra thought...
    So don't expect to rock with the Stone Cold...
    ashes cover every entry way...
    And shake up like a nervous child in an elementary play...
    Trust me, I went from theory to mental, so clearly it's central...
    Get it? So clearly essential, teachers find it scary I still carry this pencil...
    And it's not for class, but I'll take em' to school...
    Lessons, grades, pages -- it's cool, I play with these fools, easy like lemonade in a pool...
    You can be tricked. They got as much appeal
    as they 3'6, after Juicy J left or a Bad Boys Remix...
    Make em' say ugh... the flow ugly, they won't hug me...
    It's still there, it's so lovely, I kill queers with that Flavor In Ya Ear
    but no Puffy..
    You can tell it's organic, I'm killing it easy
    syllables leave the type, fill up and leave ta' scenery dead in a second...
    So don't be hesitant stepping...
    Lips sealed, won't get a confession... I'm like, a medical weapon
    aimed at your head when I'm wrecking...
    The Walking Dead and Inception... I'm dream layered, but ready to kill...
    Be major with the pen in the pad...
    menacing with every thread that we have...
    It's like, letting em' back in to crack the top
    of the trash bin, this rap's Bo Jackson back to go for his last kin..
    Shit, fight or be fought... I'm likened to a Lycan
    from the time that I drop the rhyme, you deciding the stop Optimus Prime? you could not...
    Lines designed on the spot, interwoven and realigned
    by the time it's thought... it's thrown like a contract, I sign on the dot...
    So if you hate me? it's cool.. but don't mistake me
    for a fool, I'm too great to be fooled, Ancient, a Monarch placed in the tomb...
    brain remains with the same character traits when I escaped from the womb...
    prematurely, a being, hurling out the pussy to see it early...
    Tell the Rap God to back off...
    the straps off the tomahawk, blast off
    on tracks, dog, with stats that can crash a lap top..
    Then I go for the big apple, like Mac's stock...
    With the Black Op's clothing, holding a Gat, pop... a bullet right through your last thought
    You were thinking of me? Look how intricately
    I put words together like Abraham Lincoln, when free-
    in the slaves, even when the Europeans enraged...
    But be it as a may, I'm a massive blaze...
    A fantastic raised spastic, caged inside of a prison...
    Or two race car drivers crashing at the time of collision...
    They think I'm some kind of magician
    with the lines that I'm pitching and think math
    when the ink splats every rhyme that's written
    inside to (multiply) my (division)!
    Ugh... fucking faggot back off of me, now...
    I'm like Coffee, the style energetic, Rocky just knocking em' out...
    Where Adrian tho? Crazy the flow, like
    the Labyrinth, know they made me in
    so many fashions, I'm changing, fists swinging on clips
    like Steve Alien's whole...--
    Fight compilations... world star, I hurl bars
    at you makers, part of the Partisan, take up
    the art that's in the heart of my Data
    So disregard any beta monarch, I say the...
    most heinous things... pain it swings wildly
    from the pages, so they made me king...
    Baby, it ain't a thing... I'm the Damien child...
    plaguing, a pagan ritual with it...
    lyrics that mimic the breaking point of most of your physical limits
    So don't test me, there's no netcee that's ever survived...
    Pen is genocide to the head, inside, it's like my ends have been energized!
    Entrances, there's no exits...
    All of my zones are like the Berlin Wall, I dethrone
    the Gods on my own accord when I go to war
    Horrocore, easily fit... bones squeamish, it splits in two
    Sick twisted dude, quick to move, like the Los Angeles clippers do!
    After the Donald attack, I fondle a cats
    assets beyond what's rapped, the Jon O' Conner defacto leader of rapping ether...
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  12. Kron

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    (Nigga, stop rapping) No, it'll not happen!
    I rock rap, and post up... like the Block Captain...
    this is capital one... you take 5 after
    the action begun.. but can't throw up, money...
    when your whole squad is lacking in funds...
    I doze off on Zoloft... I go 9 to 5, with no job...
    A post apocalyptic nightmare when I drop and rip shit...
    So it's often business... every talking witness...
    Get crunched, like awesome fitness out my fiber optic distance!
    Yeah... squeezing to kill...
    Seeing you ride your vehicle, I jump out and put 3 in your side...
    Before you see me, good bye...
    I am the meaning you've believed as a lie...
    A social deviant, dine with the the genius mind to feed the design breathing, inside...
    HANH... You can't call it, your damn ambulance
    stalling, I wait... brain over brawn, you get drawn to the gate...
    So you all can debate the skill... that's fine with me
    It's time to flea now, the freestyle rap you see in the mean while...
    Watching the green pile, Mr. Bean style... silence is golden...
    rhymes exposing the signs of every single side that's chosen...
    So once you think you picked the particular one that's correct...
    you can come and reflect the outlook of the complete sonning you'll get...
    Son, your defective approach is expected in coach, I'm first class
    the directive of most effective denotes your talent and skill of balance, f'real...
    Where's the challenger, still
    holding up that mallet, his will to cock it back and slam on the grill
    lacks the manner of the Gallagher feel...
    Right, you're Ally McBeal... light... it isn't a fair fight...
    The rare type of weird to strangle the air out of your Air Nike's...
    You parasites don't compare, the comparison right here's
    out of the question... got a towering aggression to overpower contestants...
    I mean, my lines leave the impression on the mind...
    It's seen by the kind of teams who've come out of their time machines
    to witness the craft... I mean, just picture a cat
    who kicks it with raps with a signature tact in composure
    never missing a lap, so the closure
    of ever being this ill only seems so surreal, because it's compelling...
    He's buzzing, discovered the intelligent species, who've developed unique themes...
    From prehistoric relics and beat schemes... metronomes...
    acupuncture pressure zones through instrumentals honed, to make his presence known...
    enveloped a whole new language you would never know
    with a clever ode, and let it go mainstream, without the help of Rosetta Stone...
    C'mon man this was long planned...
    You were waiting to hear it... would only paint it generic
    so they common folk could understand it
    to wake up the spirit... ancient spheres shake in hysterics...
    You can see time in space hibernates in the merits
    Finely placed in his lyrics
    You wonder, in your face you're embarrassed... but recognize
    the traits they inherit...
    Is like a foundation of a new found race giving birth to a generation of parents..!!!!

    These are the things they didn't want me to say...
    They wanted me to keep quiet and speak idle to keep this ignorance on wash and repeat cycle...
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  13. K.I.T.

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    repeat cycle, I heard it, before/
    put in a figure four, laying on the floor//
    rhymes galore, like busta,
    I hit u with ketchup and mustard,/
    with rhymes in a cluster//
    all u, wannabe, mcs and rushers/
    get hit with rockets when I usher//
    in like the r and b, singer/
    this right here, is a door ringer, thatll give, u a stinger//
    just like Katrina, listenin to trina/
    missy misdemeanor,/
    aint, nobody stopping, me my velocity is possibly
    kindve impossibly/
    are your chances of beating, me
    I do this frequently, im no over the night, emcee/
    i spent, many years at this
    malpractice lookin at your chat list/
    your an actress//
    claimin you a man,
    i don't, understand/
    how you got on a rainbow rubberband//
    around your wrist, while claiming you be thuggin/
    your a kissing cousin, what are you buzzin on?//
    it must be the don perion/
    10 years from now youll, be, singin the same song//
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  14. Kron

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    My thoughts outline the script to the reality show...
    I can shower the globe with thoughts, but I was told to stop...
    So I did, for a minute... and continued when I wasn't watched...
    Didn't need the birds and the bees to know that the buzz was hot...
    Dozens shots and opportunities missed...
    all the lunacy, with the community putting me as a puberty risk...
    I'm an evil man, believe it...
    Ran trains on em' damn dames, your man's AIM's like Hawk eye... so stop, guy...
    I did not try... just was letting it loose...
    "Head" or "Caboose"... I asked, she said one, I went with the other...
    Fucked the two bitches in the same dorm, hoping they wouldn't mention each other...
    Fucked raw, I didn't mention a rubber...
    so when they discovered
    I fucked em' both... the whole discussion was like...
    Don't fuck wit' em'dykes cause nothing is right...
    Yeah, safe to say I paid dearly...
    They stayed near me. Did enough dirt in my time to make a grave fear me.
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  15. K.I.T.

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    fear me, like I was some kind of predator/
    this a new era, sir, so u should come with some better words//
    fast enough, to cause a blur, my concern isn't fur/
    more like a rap addict, spittin things you have never heard//
    just take a stab at it, cus you never know who's gonna give u static/
    where the scene is tragic and it's kind of black magic//
    and satanic messages, instead of blessin it/
    they got it all twisted like banning gay marraiges//
    my flow is effortless like playing hella Tetris'/
    when it's going mad slow so you can see your measurements//
    my flow is heaven sent, you can see the wings and all/
    like I was a angel giving you advice and all//
    that you can, take and, melt like a candle/
    im like allen Iverson, coming with mad handles//
    leaving you scrambled, and on top of a dinner plate/
    you got about 5 seconds, oh,my bad, its already late//
    put down your freaking cape, cus, there is no escape/
    unless, your gonna, challenge me, to some kindve debate//
    but I can tell your fake, so quit while your ahead/
    have you walking with a leg, like what john wooden said//
    me, im making hella, bread, so that means im getting fed/
    but I still need me a car to help me go ahead//
    in this game of hip hop, and who can rap the best/
    I don't got no complaints just keep the beat inside my chest//
    me, im coming out the west and the home of Hugh Hef/
    in a battle between me an yu, who cares who won most def//
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  16. Kron

    Kron Member

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    I am my own threat... seeing myself in a mirror
    brings about sweats and perpetual terror
    Anxiety plagues my mind like the rhymes in my head are sirens
    From paramedics finding a dead body inside of the thread...
    I am my own nightmare... think about
    prying through dreams... not hearing a sound from your own voice, trying to scream...
    A mental case... a psycho with a rifle loaded up...
    In a postal office full of workers, just going nuts...
    Time will tell if my wounds will heal...
    They'll only know that when the tomb is sealed...
    The momentum will be something the whole room can feel...
    Like a dramatic scene on a movie reel... the epidemic
    of drugs got the youth of today frustrated
    The 70's hippies, coming of age... like they didn't have fun in those days...
    When you think about it? They started that era
    So to say it's worse now? Is like a margin of error...
    I can assassinate this ego that I have, but I don't wish to...
    I'd rather entertain the fact of shooting myself with a full pistol...
    Watching my brain splash in third person...
    I am my own worst person. Killing myself, before reaching for help...
    Heavily medicated and I'm not sedated...
    Every single thought is raided, blood shot, complete loss of concentration...
    Empty Smirnoff glasses outlines my room...
    No disguising doom... well, at least from what my eyes can presume...
    Perceptions are a bitch... efforts getting ditched...
    More bullshit than a top executive can pitch...
    My teeth grinding, eyes closing, dozing in and out
    of sleep... see the homeless, as they lie in the street...
    And I cry, but at the same time it's like I'm trying compete...
    With these guys, even fighting fatigue...
    Look at my kind of physique... they don't hear me though
    It's weird, I know I'm there appearing to be in fear of growth...
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  17. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    Give thanks to the Holy Spirit
    The choirs of angels in Heaven know these lyrics
    Hova giveth, and take away if you're undeserving
    I was told with the sinners He's not discerning
    So I got, the prayers of my mama on me like a flak jacket
    Pain? I couldn't mask it, seeing these lames that can't hack it
    Used to walk around like my arm was attached with...
    Any weapon, ready for action to pop any second
    Read books about Gods that many mentioned
    My mind trying to infiltrate the religiosity of any system
    Blessings? My life has plenty missing, but I'm still trying
    Thoughts are deep as the Red Sea, you should keep diving
    To touch the oysters and pearls within this boisterous world
    I tried to stop fucking with all these poisonous girls
    And find the right one, I guess soon, when the time comes
    That's when I hang up my jersey from the game, I'm done
    Since Rhyme One, was hailed a prodigy
    The masters of the game bowed down to honor me
    I could have decapitated 'em all logically, instead I paid homage
    To re-pay those that wanted me to prosper, is my main promise
    I do this for ya'll, reaching heights I thought I couldn't climb
    In the process did a few dirty..sorry, thought you wouldn't mind
    So I guess forgiveness is Shangri-La, mi amor, my El Dorado
    Damn...who knows from life what's next to follow?
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  18. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    [quote="lazerscope, post: 1070632568, member: 180607"
    Damn...who knows from life what's next to follow?[/quote]

    Hot girls I like when they come towards me/
    the beat is beautiful, like Lark Vorhies//
    From 'Saved by the bell', your saved by the bell/
    walkin around with garder belts and ponytails//
    claimin that you hard, but that's not the case/
    cus the only thing you packin is a can of mace//
    in any situation, I rise to the occasion/
    and at the end of it Im going out John Blazin//
    like I was method man, I be the best again/
    whether you black, white or just a pedestrian//
    Goin, through life and your daily routines/
    my crew is, too mean, rippin up ya crew clean//
    just to be specific, throughout soo many districts/
    I represented well, even when I'm spliffted//
    Gifted unlimited, rhymes, universal/
    my rhymes is controversial, like tobacco comercials//
    with Joe Camel, spray like enamel/
    Im hard to handle, changing you just like a channel//
    until you get it, and everything seeps in/
    I got that fire thatll have you high for the weekend//
    and have you preachin, like you was a pastor/
    there's too many mc's for me to be a master//
    How you gonna run against me, when im faster?/
    Hit you in the head like I was doin a ghetto blaster//
    lolssss, two, verses, lolssss

    like Im bad news brown, Im bad news for u clowns/
    come on with the c'mon, get down with the get down//
    If you love the sound, just put ya hands in the air/
    there's, a battle for 2night, I hope you come well prepared//
    because, Im soo ready, sharp like a machete/
    your flow is comical like 'American Wedding'//
    the neele Im threading, walking a thin line/
    you couldn't match my logic with probably ten minds//
    that were albert eighnstein, real dope, well defined/
    my flows is like watching kobe bryant playing in his prime//
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  19. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    To drop a dime, is something I'll never do or demonstrate
    I might catch diabetes, cuz most niggaz is lemon cake
    Talking bout moving heavy bags but really tho they featherweight
    Claiming that ya doin' dirt, while what I do is elevate
    Elevate, my papes up to a higher plateau
    WTF you think I gotta leave rap fo'? Answer: to get cash flow
    I want a monopoly, where every square on the board is "Pass Go"
    I'll beat the truth outta you with Wonder Woman's lasso
    Playboy you not that nice, you ain't no G, you got no stripes
    You liked a played out spot downtown...bars all hype!
    The Luca Brasi type, sleeping with the fishes
    Place closed, I'm still eating, you cleaning up the dishes....
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  20. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    yea, I, did this verse for a song, lolssss

    Wasn't, made for these times/
    Im like Albert Einstein with an incredible mind//
    or maybe Ill go back to the 80's/
    where I was a kid and gangbangin was crazy//
    where they had chief gates, and no escape/
    he had a battering ram and a superman cape//
    but then that led to a lot of crooked police/
    and people in the streets yelling 'no justice, no peace'//
    over the Rodney King verdict and he cops got off/
    we rioted the streets and hit c with Molotov//
    cocktails, it was hot like hell/
    people were stealing everything and not going to jail//
    the police backed up and just took cover/
    bloods and crips learned to love each other//
    During the Peace Treaty, the streets of LA/
    were soo bombed you'd thought people had grenades//
    In broad daylight, people would put their name up/
    without a care to prolly where they would end up//
    But that's in the past, nowadays I gotta work hard for the cash/
    It's .25 cent just to hop on the Dash//
    you gotta work hard like everyday was your last/
    yea,full, blast// or full throttle,/
    for our kids we gotta be a role model//
    so put down all the clips filled up with the hollow/
    especially me and my own 40 bottle//
    Fighten my demons with every sip/
    I use to drink it so that I wouldn't trip//
    or get nervous or something like that/
    it was my only way to fight back//
    Last edited: Jun 2, 2014
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