Andey if you itchin to hurt somebody just choose one. Doesnt matter if they in here or not. Get a victim and destroy them.You know you wanna.
Next one that looks at you the wrong way let them have it
....back to your old trickz....
POETRY/RAP battle Part III aka The Lion's Den
- Thread starter ladyscorpio
- Start date
....back to your old trickz....
I dunno what you talking bout
You know i love to make mention of your ins...encouraging ways...
Within ears, I compose lyrical autopsies and bypasses/
My style infects like AIDS passed through the masses/
Jack is a fucking movement like a million hoes marching/
Tongue clips like two flints within guns when thugs sparking/
fuck when doves cry, this is the sound of Pits barking/
Plus my heat will Foreman grills until they darken/
So whatever ya starting, take caution on ya moves/
Cause my spit leave lines in flesh similar ta needle grooves/
Jack, that evil dude, produces tracks ta kill careers to/
Then write notebook pads of Voodoo, leaving any comp subdued/
I make it do what it do, no cause, demon wit no direction/
Self reflection, crushing careers on a path to perfection/
Emcees search for protection, I slaughter sons ta daughters/
Fuck getting rid of bodies, I'll let niggas float face down in tha water/
My blood stain scriptures help non-believers get tha picture/
Or find their brain chopped and poured into a large pitcher/
In battles there are no victors, just those who escape/
While victems are verbally raped changing Hip Hop's landscape/
Nowhere is safe, I'm Pestilence, riding the black horse/
It's Revelations and niggas can't handle tha full force/
Of course, The Grimm Reaper takes eyes like Jeepers Creepers/
And leave emcees resembling sci fi creature features/
Like Satan's personal preacher, my good word spurns the righteous/
My spit is the result of a insane genius raised wit no guidence/
My style infects like AIDS passed through the masses/
Jack is a fucking movement like a million hoes marching/
Tongue clips like two flints within guns when thugs sparking/
fuck when doves cry, this is the sound of Pits barking/
Plus my heat will Foreman grills until they darken/
So whatever ya starting, take caution on ya moves/
Cause my spit leave lines in flesh similar ta needle grooves/
Jack, that evil dude, produces tracks ta kill careers to/
Then write notebook pads of Voodoo, leaving any comp subdued/
I make it do what it do, no cause, demon wit no direction/
Self reflection, crushing careers on a path to perfection/
Emcees search for protection, I slaughter sons ta daughters/
Fuck getting rid of bodies, I'll let niggas float face down in tha water/
My blood stain scriptures help non-believers get tha picture/
Or find their brain chopped and poured into a large pitcher/
In battles there are no victors, just those who escape/
While victems are verbally raped changing Hip Hop's landscape/
Nowhere is safe, I'm Pestilence, riding the black horse/
It's Revelations and niggas can't handle tha full force/
Of course, The Grimm Reaper takes eyes like Jeepers Creepers/
And leave emcees resembling sci fi creature features/
Like Satan's personal preacher, my good word spurns the righteous/
My spit is the result of a insane genius raised wit no guidence/
Dear Mr. HNIC
You should hear this clear
Take them ads and roll them the fuck on up out of here
I know you need the cash
But you aint down on your ass
And I don't need pics of fleshlights and white ass
I got this adblock though, so come fuck with me
So not a one of them shits do I ever see
And ban all the tranny's nigga I know you know the IP
I'll post this shit on BGOL in red letters OFFICAILLY!
You should hear this clear
Take them ads and roll them the fuck on up out of here
I know you need the cash
But you aint down on your ass
And I don't need pics of fleshlights and white ass
I got this adblock though, so come fuck with me
So not a one of them shits do I ever see
And ban all the tranny's nigga I know you know the IP
I'll post this shit on BGOL in red letters OFFICAILLY!
Fuck them ads
Why don't you crunch them abs
Donut eating fat ass
Shane speak out of order, Plus mad crass
Sound like you all gas, please don't pass
I got block too, and I duck them tabs
Like I buck dem crabs
off my firefox
You sound like a weak
tired OX
Your lyrics for sale Andy
and I'm in the buyer's box
You ain't stepped me, but you tried to top
Now your head is used as mop
No photoshop crop
But
Much respect for your skills
Only I'm the best
Shane kills
Ghost from the ancient Navaho hills
Madd Ill
I cause forward motion to stand still
I platter the puss of all you duck Bills
Ninja
You suck 4 real
Andey muthafucka don't forget the name
it's a shame
they buried Shane
like ron o'neal's nose in cocaine
face down, sounds not made
please don't be afraid
i'll kill you quick and take my time with your faggot brigade
all praise me king exalted
you all have been assaulted
by the power of king
champ don't need a ring
just a mic and a beat making fiend
a pen and a pad, and i attract haters like static cling
beast with it, flow too mean
ask your chick I bet she attest, i got the prettiest dick she ever seen
Andey muthafucka don't forget the name
it's a shame
they buried Shane
like ron o'neal's nose in cocaine
face down, sounds not made
please don't be afraid
i'll kill you quick and take my time with your faggot brigade
all praise me king exalted
you all have been assaulted
by the power of king
champ don't need a ring
just a mic and a beat making fiend
a pen and a pad, and i attract haters like static cling
beast with it, flow too mean
ask your chick I bet she attest, i got the prettiest dick she ever seen
Andey you know I likes u a lil bit right but
don't test the Hurricane 
Andey muthafucka don't forget the name
it's a shame
they buried Shane
like ron o'neal's nose in cocaine
face down, sounds not made
please don't be afraid
i'll kill you quick and take my time with your faggot brigade
all praise me king exalted
you all have been assaulted
by the power of king
champ don't need a ring
just a mic and a beat making fiend
a pen and a pad, and i attract haters like static cling
beast with it, flow too mean
ask your chick I bet she attest, i got the prettiest dick she ever seen
The fuk kinda fight is this
Yall motherfuckers making me piss
get in the ring throw those fist
if i don't see another ryhme
by saturday night at 9
I'm gonna go for mine.
put all yall in a line
murder will be the crime
[Not directed @ anyone in particular]
Just thought I would drop a few bars....
The *Grown-azz* is BACK / with a *grown-azz* rap /
Spit *grown-azz* TRACKS / and don't ask for *jack* /
Cuz Jack don't ask Jill *how a man* should act /
And *grown* don't ask *kids* for any *grown-azz* FACTS.
My lyrics are *fully-mature* / ya' *chorus too long* / and stuck in some puberty
/
*Star Wars* physics galore
/ ya' *force is strong* / but ain't even moving me /
Invade ya' districts for sure / ya' *boss was wrong* / I lock-it-down like security /
Take ya' biscuits & whores, remorseless songs / leave u disarmed with some purity.
Now add that up / this the *new math* for you herbs /
No pyrex but
/ I stay slinging some verbs /
U mad at what? / steady flipping ME birds /
Ya' hooks ain't tuff / got you fishing 4 words /
When *Thundercats* get frisky with some milky battle-raps /
Call me *Mr. Lumberjack* cuz I ain't having NONE of that /
See *Mr. Bet-on-Black* will *bet the house* you won't be back /
Cuz *Mr. Red & Black* chops *Forrest Gump*-ass chumps 2 *Little Haystacks*.
Peace to the sistas on SOL.
Just thought I would drop a few bars....
The *Grown-azz* is BACK / with a *grown-azz* rap /
Spit *grown-azz* TRACKS / and don't ask for *jack* /
Cuz Jack don't ask Jill *how a man* should act /
And *grown* don't ask *kids* for any *grown-azz* FACTS.
My lyrics are *fully-mature* / ya' *chorus too long* / and stuck in some puberty
/*Star Wars* physics galore
/ ya' *force is strong* / but ain't even moving me / Invade ya' districts for sure / ya' *boss was wrong* / I lock-it-down like security
/Take ya' biscuits & whores, remorseless songs / leave u disarmed with some purity.
Now add that up / this the *new math* for you herbs /
No pyrex but
/ I stay slinging some verbs / U mad at what? / steady flipping ME birds
/ Ya' hooks ain't tuff / got you fishing 4 words
/When *Thundercats* get frisky with some milky battle-raps
/Call me *Mr. Lumberjack* cuz I ain't having NONE of that
/ See *Mr. Bet-on-Black* will *bet the house* you won't be back /
Cuz *Mr. Red & Black* chops *Forrest Gump*-ass chumps 2 *Little Haystacks*.
Peace to the sistas on SOL.
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I smell fresh blood
fuk that, this is direct to the person above
this is battle rhymes
You were safe till I saw this line
"When *Thundercats* get frisky with some milky battle-raps"
I'll defuse your bomb rhyme chew on the blasting cap
Draw ya a map to show what every line lack
fit your whole rhyme catalog on the point of a tack
roll through your neighborhood in the jag with Jet black tint
You better duck if you see the windows vent
Thundercats, Thundercats, Thundercats HO
I'm bout to huff and puff and blow you out the door
Cause I'm more explosive than a nuclear war head's core.
Sometimes the radio-activity sometimes gets the best of me
some call me mean but I'm far from green
I make hulk look like a queen
Things are not what they seem
I'm not the one for you to double team
My name will echo through your dreams
Don't expect me to run out of steam
I'm known to turn crews in to track teams
fuk that, this is direct to the person above
this is battle rhymes
You were safe till I saw this line
"When *Thundercats* get frisky with some milky battle-raps"
I'll defuse your bomb rhyme chew on the blasting cap
Draw ya a map to show what every line lack
fit your whole rhyme catalog on the point of a tack
roll through your neighborhood in the jag with Jet black tint
You better duck if you see the windows vent
Thundercats, Thundercats, Thundercats HO
I'm bout to huff and puff and blow you out the door
Cause I'm more explosive than a nuclear war head's core.
Sometimes the radio-activity sometimes gets the best of me
some call me mean but I'm far from green
I make hulk look like a queen
Things are not what they seem
I'm not the one for you to double team
My name will echo through your dreams
Don't expect me to run out of steam
I'm known to turn crews in to track teams
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Radio-active? Hardly B.
I say u an Actor. Pardon me...
I meant a shady, inactive, Sorry G.
Get some *Proactive* for them
scars & fleas.
U just a *playground bully*.
Who stay around toolies...
until he gets *sprayed-down* fully.
Left decaying 'round *tulies*
by *moolies*, who be
laying-out rookies
worse than
delayed bookies
for *playing hookie*
with their chips &
cookies.
This kid is absurd.
My awkward words
will spark ya nerves.
Pull-up on curbs
to *park & serve*
a heartless herb
with nouns & verbs.
Pull-off with ya' Bird
cuz she preferred
*this beast* with words.
Ya' heard?
You can't score on me.
I got relentless D.
With a run-on sentence, see...
I'll run-off endlessly.
Single-handedly
*manhandle*
these flakes of dandruff B.
Understand me G?
You just Division 3.
My wordplay is
N.C. to A.A.
D1 ALL DAY.
Which means I jet
From North Carolina
to Atlanta...twice.
With no regrets
come forth, just to find a
*band of mice*
or a *band of men*
and stick 'em
in dey abdomen
with my pad & pen.
THEN COME BACK AGAIN...
To find their friends
I spit quick.
And think slick.
U nitwit.
Rhyming all porky
like pig shit.
You's a biscuit emcee...
like Bisquick.
Dip shit.
Dig me, Rigby?
U Bill Bixby...
fucking with Hulks.
Spit swiftly...
bussing ya' skull.
Blitz nifty...
Rush-in like Colts.
These hits be...
crushing ADULTS.
It's *The Juggernaut, Bitch*.
All of a sudden my glitch
has me bugging off spliffs
and slugging ALL KIDS.
Get it straight,
it's *Grown-azz*.
I'll take ya' cake,
ya' dumbass.
And brake ya' plates,
and some glass.
Find the biggest piece
in *one mass*...
to erase ya' face
& moustache.
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Don't question blame. I'll murder the masses and won't even mention names/
The best are slain, the rest refrain. Just wish Mag would go back from whence he came/
Raw, no doubt. My gall, my clout are poured from mouth/
You faggots claim "I sucked dick once to see what the fuss was all about."/
Welcome the birth of penance. I deserve the reverence I earn in seconds/
The truth? I see two capable poets. The rest aren't worth the effort/
Yeah, yeah...your burners...weapons. Tired gangster clichés/
I cause heat waves far more tragic than Greek plays. Defeat you weak maids/
Your urge to mock me? You're all just surges of copies. Clued? Hardly/
I timeless. Spit at your mothers 9 months in and almost aborted you through proxy/
The best are slain, the rest refrain. Just wish Mag would go back from whence he came/
Raw, no doubt. My gall, my clout are poured from mouth/
You faggots claim "I sucked dick once to see what the fuss was all about."/
Welcome the birth of penance. I deserve the reverence I earn in seconds/
The truth? I see two capable poets. The rest aren't worth the effort/
Yeah, yeah...your burners...weapons. Tired gangster clichés/
I cause heat waves far more tragic than Greek plays. Defeat you weak maids/
Your urge to mock me? You're all just surges of copies. Clued? Hardly/
I timeless. Spit at your mothers 9 months in and almost aborted you through proxy/
Radio-active? Hardly B.
I say u an Actor. Pardon me...
I meant a shady, inactive, Sorry G.
Get some *Proactive* for them
scars & fleas.
U just a *playground bully*.
Who stay around toolies...
until he gets *sprayed-down* fully.
Left decaying 'round *tulies*
by *moolies*, who be
laying-out rookies
worse than
delayed bookies
for *playing hookie*
with their chips &
cookies.
This kid is absurd.
My awkward words
will spark ya nerves.
Pull-up on curbs
to *park & serve*
a heartless herb
with nouns & verbs.
Pull-off with ya' Bird
cuz she preferred
*this beast* with words.
Ya' heard?
You can't score on me.
I got relentless D.
With a run-on sentence, see...
I'll run-off endlessly.
Single-handedly
*manhandle*
these flakes of dandruff B.
Understand me G?
You just Division 3.
My wordplay is
N.C. to A.A.
D1 ALL DAY.
Which means I jet
From North Carolina
to Atlanta...twice.
With no regrets
come forth, just to find a
*band of mice*
or a *band of men*
and stick 'em
in dey abdomen
with my pad & pen.
THEN COME BACK AGAIN...
To find their friends
I spit quick.
And think slick.
U nitwit.
Rhyming all porky
like pig shit.
You's a biscuit emcee...
like Bisquick.
Dip shit.
Dig me, Rigby?
U Bill Bixby...
fucking with Hulks.
Spit swiftly...
bussing ya' skull.
Blitz nifty...
Rush-in like Colts.
These hits be...
crushing ADULTS.
It's *The Juggernaut, Bitch*.
All of a sudden my glitch
has me bugging off spliffs
and slugging ALL KIDS.
Get it straight,
it's *Grown-azz*.
I'll take ya' cake,
ya' dumbass.
And brake ya' plates,
and some glass.
Find the biggest piece
in *one mass*...
to erase ya' face
& moustache.
damn grown niceness.....murda in de place...BULLET BULLET BULLET......MAG you dah trute
got me like damn...
Juggernaut? don't you mean you juggle nuts
I'm hitting you with devastating uppercuts
This lyrical volcano is about to erupt
I know you won't run cause you are 1 slow fuck
I'm excavating your mind
to see why the retard in you keeps tryin
with the lame ass rhyming
Get back on the short bus bitch or else you'll be dying
fuck your allstar game
I have world wide fame
You dreams of a 2 state tournment
is causing agonizing boredom
I'm making three pointers all day
while you hanging on to foul shots and a pray.
MC is a first round draft pick
grownazz in the locker-room sucking dick
Your admission to rendezvous with crews is highly inappropriate.
Ummm...I didn't get your last line.
Anyways...
World-wide fame?
You just a world-wide pain.
In a wide world full of lames...
I spot the SPAM.
You greasy sucka.
You ain't no gunna.
You's a measly runna.
Just peanut butta.
And I got your JAM.
Look Mr. McGuyver...
Ya girl calls me *Sky Diver*.
Cuz I'll drink *100 proof*
shots of pure Absolut
& pop the bubble goose
on your *Mother Goose*.
My *huddled troops*
rock double-boots
marching thru
her puddles, Duke.
And climb skies
to Hubble's view
to let loose
a pair-of-shoots...(parachutes)
or a pair-of-skeets,
on her pair of sheets.
or her pair of teeth.
Man, she's a freak.
Please nerd. These words
will crash ya' browser.
Shoulda ran. Funny Man.
Or stashed ya' powder.
Silly Clam. With 1 hand...
I'll SMASH ya' chowder.
Instead. Potato-head
got MASHED for hours.
Now just call him *Soup*...
Cuz he's on the menu.
Add some bread. Open a venue.
Now he's the *Boston Special*.
Bussing tables with his fables of
*Torching the Game*.
Scrubbing dishes with dem wishes of
*Fortune and Fame.*
Fuzzy Navels got him claiming:
*My Porsche is the Same!*
Cussing chics & other patrons who ain't
*Falling 4 Game*
Go hail a taxi-cab
u maxi-pad.
Or I'll get mad
and jab your
*flabby abs* with
more ad-ject-ives.
Cuz' scrambling jibs
is my family biz.
And I don't take holidays
or any time-off work.
I got plenty essays to
take dimes-off jerks.
Even more than that to
take rhymes-off SQUIRTS.
Getting paid to dismantle
unfortunate mammals
is *just a sample* of
these-type PERKS.
Easy.
Btw, nothing personal.
Don't take this seriously. I sure don't.
Good battle, tho. Peace, fam.
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Ummm...I didn't get your last line.
Anyways...
Which means I jet
From North Carolina
to Atlanta...twice.
With no regrets
come forth, just to find a
*band of mice*
or a *band of men*
and stick 'em
in dey abdomen
with my pad & pen.
THEN COME BACK AGAIN...
To find their friends
It was in response to this^^^^^^^
Are you leaving?
Nah, just messing around
It was just the first thing that came to mind - lol.
Pretty funny, plus it rhymed.
But it wasn't an admission.
By no means.
Peace.
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Aight time to heat things up...
Yes I am a world wide pain
To those who live their lives as a flame
As I expell from my lungs
adverbs, adjectives, verbs, nouns and pronouns probe your cranium.
Don't be scared the burning sensation is called intelligence.
In the form of a sentence.
Fuck your 100 proof
Your girl call me uncouth
cause I hit it doogystyle while watching goof troop
and she lied to you she really likes it in the poop shoot
especially When we do it in my bentley coupe
She tells me "MC grownazzman aint like you"
"He only packing a 22"
"He don't have a clue"
"fuck him it's all about you"
"I aint fucked him since I met you"
"thats why his balls are blue"
I'm in danger
of committing premeditated murder
Grownazz I suggest you persue this no further
You aint nothing but road kill
I'll body you and dump you in the landfill
Just for thrills
knock on your mom's door, let her know you were queerer than a 3 dollar bill.
Yes I am a world wide pain
To those who live their lives as a flame
As I expell from my lungs
adverbs, adjectives, verbs, nouns and pronouns probe your cranium.
Don't be scared the burning sensation is called intelligence.
In the form of a sentence.
Fuck your 100 proof
Your girl call me uncouth
cause I hit it doogystyle while watching goof troop
and she lied to you she really likes it in the poop shoot
especially When we do it in my bentley coupe
She tells me "MC grownazzman aint like you"
"He only packing a 22"
"He don't have a clue"
"fuck him it's all about you"
"I aint fucked him since I met you"
"thats why his balls are blue"
I'm in danger
of committing premeditated murder
Grownazz I suggest you persue this no further
You aint nothing but road kill
I'll body you and dump you in the landfill
Just for thrills
knock on your mom's door, let her know you were queerer than a 3 dollar bill.
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Please, bro.
That's weak yo.
I EAT those...
lines like burritos
con sofritos y
coquitos when I
meet those.
Get it?
Now it's Hannibal's time.
My animal rhymes
will damage ya' mind.
Plus, I manage my time
so the advantage
is mine.
I got work to do.
RHYME GORILLA.
And if my bars *Go Ape*...
You'll meet *A Bronx Tale* fate.
Trap you in a Bronx bar, late.
Just off the Cross-Bronx State.
Let the Bartender skate.
Start pulling ya' card.
Then pull-in ya' squad.
Lock all the doors.
And ruin ya' mob.
With 1 helluva job.
U just might escape
this verbal stint.
Walking like Verbal Kint
on some herbal shit.
But if you do
and still choose
to persue me...
Call him Lucky-Louie
for ducking loogies
I bucked @ Doogie
and his stoogies.
Even If u lock me
in a Bronx Zoo
I'll chew thru
ALL your chains,
cables and ropes.
Ride a Greyhound
2 *bid adieu* to
ALL your games,
fables and hopes.
I ain't no joke.
With limitless spit
I'm drilling this kid
and splitting his wig
with satirical sticks
& metaphorical
BRICKS.
I know y'all enjoy it.
The way I deploy it.
Before he call a time-out...
to pull his 9-out...
and get his rhyme-out...
and Shine-out.
Lights out.
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RHYME GORILLA.
Lights out.
Lights on motherfucker
Grownazz aint nothing but a thumbsucker
Your rhymes are those of an immature nut hugger
HEY LIL WAYNE DO ME A FAAYVOR
PUT DOWN THE PEN AND PAAAPER
I had to stomp the entire Bronx
It was January 4th around lunch
the whole world heard a crunch
Bronx was over run with too many dudes like you………… runts
Stop writing while high on blunts you skunt
Rhyme Gorilla? Hmmmmm
I'll take that compliment
my fingers I bend them
The middle I point to heaven
"Fuck You" my sentiment
I saturated your flows with blows
Left you prose filled with holes
OOOHs and AAAAHs from you fan as every blow hits your nose
I'm laying you out twinkle toes
Take you carcus
use it for target pratice
Now I'm standing infront of Judge Mathis
In small claims
Cause you claimed big fame
But really you aint nothing but a small lame.
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eanie meanie minie moe............................aw shit fuckit, i dont feel creative, but good poems up there^^^^^^
Gladiator battler/Pen mightier than sword/
One stroke of genius /overthrow u off the board/
Time to face the deck /and take the walk down the plank/
Either swin with the sharks/ or get hit the the shank/
yeah I'm pullin rank /taking names and kickin ass/
With my Eyes wide shut/I reveal the hidden mask/
A victim of my past?/ or just a rebel with a pad/
A duel to the death /sweet chariot's will clash/
My style based on my math/My arithmetic is sick/
difficult like calculus /with a miraculous intent/
Cot-damn I'm on my shit and/ I ain't even break a sweat
yall got knock the fuck out screaming "it ain't over yet"
See I'm a bolder threat /like Don King I want the cream
So do yourself a favor/(and) throw the towel in the ring!
One stroke of genius /overthrow u off the board/
Time to face the deck /and take the walk down the plank/
Either swin with the sharks/ or get hit the the shank/
yeah I'm pullin rank /taking names and kickin ass/
With my Eyes wide shut/I reveal the hidden mask/
A victim of my past?/ or just a rebel with a pad/
A duel to the death /sweet chariot's will clash/
My style based on my math/My arithmetic is sick/
difficult like calculus /with a miraculous intent/
Cot-damn I'm on my shit and/ I ain't even break a sweat
yall got knock the fuck out screaming "it ain't over yet"
See I'm a bolder threat /like Don King I want the cream
So do yourself a favor/(and) throw the towel in the ring!
MC like a preying mantis always poised to attack
I cock back 'n' bust a cap
Won't stop till ya taking a dirt nap
The black panther represents the strength of my anger
A street banger, that'll creep out the shadows and strangle ya
thread lightly my brotha
cause no one rhymes tighter
than Lord Mcguyver....Lord of the cyphers....God of writers
Blasphemous, ignorant challengers with no rhyme stamania
crying they felt like they were hit with a hammer.
But I'm itching to put and end to the bitching
grab my knife begin to stabing and twisting
No judge, jury straight executing
Bodies missing.
20 feet deep in the earth you will be baptising.
MC is captivating
get on your knees you should be praying for a saving
my infared beam is tracing.
I'm tracking the shell casings
Now watch how many of yall will be vacationing.
I cock back 'n' bust a cap
Won't stop till ya taking a dirt nap
The black panther represents the strength of my anger
A street banger, that'll creep out the shadows and strangle ya
thread lightly my brotha
cause no one rhymes tighter
than Lord Mcguyver....Lord of the cyphers....God of writers
Blasphemous, ignorant challengers with no rhyme stamania
crying they felt like they were hit with a hammer.
But I'm itching to put and end to the bitching
grab my knife begin to stabing and twisting
No judge, jury straight executing
Bodies missing.
20 feet deep in the earth you will be baptising.
MC is captivating
get on your knees you should be praying for a saving
my infared beam is tracing.
I'm tracking the shell casings
Now watch how many of yall will be vacationing.
y'all cats is iight got a lil bit a flow/but just stepped in is the worthiest of foes/tmobile type rapper cause im in ya fave five/ ask who i am im the kid from the 215/ only time you hear about my city is when some cop dies/ if they investigated all murders like that some young brothers would have probably still be alive/ but ima chill and get of my soap box/revolutionary rapper like an 08 tupac/ but the skies the limit so i guess im like big pop/ mims style fam, ima show u why im hot/ stop, and face it y'all not stoppin me b/ my hypothesy is i'll turn your flow into mockery/and my philosophy is deep like a young black Socrates/ y'all gonna be like dog stop it please/ cause y'all weak like them cats be coppin pleas/ plus anyone can pick up a gun and cock and squeeze/ but i just sat here and killed y'all lyric-ally/...but before i forget shout outs to my city before i leave...y'all peeps be eazy
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