For my intelligent brothers....it rhymes with lion's den...

[sean69]

Don't take it personal
Aint got no beef
but I'm roastin you flakes
Flame broil you fakes
For what it takes
I'm about to raise the "steaks"
Drop a verse
I raise you 1
Like CACs in slam dunk contests
This aint a game but the conquest is physical
This aint the bible but the contents is spiritual
The Lions Den
Version 2.1
This is a ritual
And I got your first born son
Sacrafice your pawns, shit I dont give a fuck
It's your move pussy--
No shit, your Queen is gettin' fucked
It's hunting season
And I'm due for a gluntonous feast
Buck shots touching you kids like catholic priests
Stalking out the thread
Like cats in the Sarengetti
"Lurking in the background"
But still y'all aint ready
The butcher
Sean 6"9' and I don't need a Slaughterhouse
Just give me a Pen-n-fold and I go in Danger Mouse
The verse is obscene
My UK brethren know WTF I mean
Explosive ending to the opening theme
I floss with the fuse of dynamite
Rinse with ether and spit flames
When I spit game
Bishes get low and garggle on my dick mane

 

[grownazzblakman]

I'm not taking shots at anyone
just keeping it going.

Sheeiit...
if it rhymes
with Lion's Den
then once again
hit a stopwatch-n
Stop & 'Watch Men'
sack rhymes
when Grownazz
'Linesman'
FLY-IN
between bars 5 & 10...
between yards 5 & 10...
to stop a 'scoring drive'
like it's '4th & 9'
in Overtime with
one chance to win.

The 'Black Rorshack' is back
riding beats horseback
so of course, Black...
open that 'horse-trap'
and ya' jack-ass
gets horse-jacked
& forced-back
when I pull
stacks of raps
out saddle packs,
jacket flaps & chaps
to clap paragraphs
of words @ Cowboy
Quarterbacks
'on their last snap'.

This D'Brickashaw
flips the score
on 'Running Back' rappin'
for running-off at the yap-n
leaves 'em assed-out
like Dr. Manhattan,
mumbling to their Captain:
"Better Double-up on the Bandit if he circles-in, dammit!!
but on the next 1st & 10...
run the double-reverse-play-action-pass… for the WIN!!

But that ain't gon' happen

Cuz when ya’ finish babbling
in that huddle ya’ standing in,
then put all ya' hands in
& yell "BREAK!!!" before dancing
to the line of scrimmage,
'ready for some action'...

Better Double-up the bandages
after ya' stanzas manage
to get 'overran' like
fumbles with a back-spin
once these verbs herd
each word to start
TRAMPLING ya'
antonyms, limbs,
'audibles' & yammering
from ya'-man's-n-'em
like a Stallion run.

So try to score &
them 'pre-season',
heavy-breathin,
cheese-eatin,
Comedians
will be needing
new teeth-n
ambulances
cuz even
Ozymandius
couldn't handle the
damages if this savage
wraps his fist
around a pen
& tackles scripts.

 

[sean69]

Drop more bars than them shit they scan at the register
I reckon ya
Didn't know I scatter dark matter with a scepter
Reminants buried in a sepulcher
Ashes, you Urn'ed it
Flames, I burned it
Shit is a monarchy Dante's Inferno anarchy
My armory rips open C-sections
I sieze sections of cells like infections
Like fuckin a ho with no protection
Sean describe your concern for hos in simple diction ...
Meh ... dereliction


Battle Mohammed, Moses, Jesus and his deciples eleven
Don't give a fuck we can go seven-on-seven
Me and my 13 vices now thats a match made in heaven
Why you rhyming in disguise
Dis-guy sees it like I got a quintillion eyes
Through a gazillion spectacles
Creatin' spectacular spectacles
Reachin' the threshold, the vestibule
Fuck it i'm limitless like recurring fractions
Immeasurable, supertemporal
Like complex mathematical abstractions
While y'all quibble with elementary decisions
I'm on a higher mission to invision the composition
Extract the data, it's cake walk for my grey matter
So evolved is my cortex
You fail to appreciate the essence of my core text.

 

[sean69]

Chillin' in heaven with flip-flops on sippin' a Snapple like "chyea!"
Who got the sickest flow in this joint
Jesus was like "over there"
I spit parables parabolic, slick
Words curve like voluptuous hips

...to be continued.

I'm taking my ass to bed. WTF.

 

[mcguyver]

I've got a puma laid, slain in my den
a victim of my pen covered with the shit its spitten
a puma? fuck naw she's now a kitten
tried to ride to my rhythm
yall should've seen the way I was hittin
shiiiitttt I was like a engine running on 50 pistons
screaming more, more……, damn right I aint quittin
the lil man in the boat is about to be drownin
lol naw I’m just clowin
down her throat I’m cummin
Game over puma’s been hunted
Yo lonestar come lemme show ya somethin
we aint fukin straight mcluvin

 

[Andeyhollawho]

Niggas is stressing
Crackers are saying we in recession
Deregulation is a synonym for oppression
Free market is making it truly free
For Banks Of America to steal money from me
While JP
Morgan Chasing my pockets for more money
I wish I could just put Gold man in some Sachs
Counter attack
But Nasdaq said we enDOWed to a Street with Walls
So it's understandable the higher we climb the further we got to fall
So tell me what exactly is the probable cause
Indiscretion
Is Obama supposed to give me new direction?
Keep your dollars and sense
Before it's spent
Make sure you pay your rent
One day that will really make cents
But ya'll don't follow that
Too busy or too complex
The Citi is a mess
And I think Washington is Mutual in being upset
This shit is all Chain-ey
Govt shackles
Pussy for sale
But niggas don't buy tail
But never seen brothers in the strip club talking making it hail
Hell
We must all be doing well
NFL
Revenue swells
But we celebrate millionaires going to jail
Who will live to tell the tale
Not the poor cause even the health of our nation is up for sale
It's all political
Dems being too hospitible
About putting sick muthafuckas in hospitals
Republicans spit on you
Saying that the market should be free
When it ain't free for them neither
We all catching a beater
The fleecing is the new ether
But it's been old
The gold standard is for the people holding the gold


That shits bold...

 

[2 ONE 3]

"The sound of tha underground my niggas we gotta put it down...
For my niggas on 6 Mile Mac'Nicholas...You know the style my niggas, we gotta put it down
Actually the style is harder than them other niggas you heard/ I deserve a CROWN" - Baatin

Something wonderful, rather terrific..Lie & wait/ Your mind meditates to this hit as I get specific
Explicit, there's no stopping the sudden death chest blow flow I elicit..The sound, the man, the noun, the head-hunter bloodhound right out the Pacific been spittin hot shit, you just been missin it..

Light in weight, yet if provoked, Folk I got no problem settin your screw face straight/ Hood purified like fried chicken on a hot-plate inside a Circus Circus Hotel Room/ I got you niggas scared to def like when your girl tells you her periods LATE/ Lyrical roastage, leaves ya with a critical prognosis, real close to smelling the earth and tasting the red roses

E-M-P be ya IV, and I'm pumpin the proper dosage...Best believe I got the heat right where the toast is & if need be I'm breakin 'em down faster than osmosis...Let go, your tanks running on Empty and you've got no dough for Petro...Best in show, come on now...YOU ALREADY KNOW how this thing is gonna go so make it easy and don't make a sound...

My people move swift in the night, The silence of the Underground.

​

 

[2 ONE 3]

Goin all in, no time left for all the chitter-chatter/ pitter patter sounds surrounds mean bloodhounds who roam freely within my grounds/ They love it when I start hittin with quick spittin verbs and nouns, straight leavin the hoes smitten off of what's simply off the top of the dome. None is written, yet it's still gettin 'em burned to the 33rd degree like Pippen.

Empro V I, be live...ALL CITY nigga no jive, down since '85
Watch & lemme get at cha' with ill subject matter liable to batter your whole frame/ Flying on a cloud, sitting regal black & proud, movin on the low/ The Quiet Storm's never loud, but will penetrate right through reinforced concrete and steel/ Rollin with somethin highly illegal makin sure we react to whatever it is you feel

Run them pockets!!

Ease up off that Watch..You know the drill
Peep how I hold your gasp, and you gaze for my attention/ Stop and listen the the raw and the real
Polishing the mic until it glows and glistens.

All in spinnin' as the clock quickens, desert heat is hotter than the dickens.

​

 

[2 ONE 3]

Empro meets Jimmy

What I speak
Seeks out where you hide
Shorty was born to ride
Guns?
Nah, I got pens and pads on both sides
Lyrical homicides is what I'm causin
No audible callin
Bitch I been ballin
Runnin the 1,2, and even the 3
Seriously the only BGOL venomous MC is back to make board bleed like the Red Sea
Plan and execute the heist
Poisonous Poltergeist
Who spit it nice each time out?
Still runnin the rhyme route
FORWARD progression is what keeps me ill at this profession
Not living in the past...
Fuck hype, Never will I be type cast like the only Black kind in a horror movie
I had to do it cuz what you spit just wasn't movin me
I'm DEE-BO wit the flow
No nigga is stoppin Empro's tempo
This hit is in real time and even on your TIVO
Spittin is easy, so believe me....
Don't push me or I'll make this shit more breezy than Chicago
Punchline fatal
Unsigned hype with no label
Rap Sonny Liston, quick to get in the stands and fight a fan like the Pistons​

 

[sean69]

the lyrically ravenous crew
Jimmy, Owl, Grown, mac and andeyhollawho
lingual buffet with multiple decisions
verbs and nouns are viciously linked with prepositions
areligiously spit schisms that split wisdom
catholic or orthodox themes we don't fuck with 'em
this aint a slaughterhouse
this is east, west, north 'n south
put necks on the slab - decapitate like guillotines
sip methanol and ether - spit oxyacetylene
flames deranged insane neurotics
addicted to the flow like liquid narcotics
we're like a secret NASA project the world aint ready
search for extraterrestrial mics similar to SETI
the Energizer Owl just keeps flowing 'n flowing
verbally blasphemous, Jimmy's a sin without even knowing
uncouth spittin at the confessional booth Grown is the truth
Machiavelli Niccolo fuckin' with Mac is a no-no
can't forget the arctic lyrical virtuoso
the hypenated-one sharper than ice-picks
And-he's so sick the hypodermic needle said "ick"
and we will never quit as long as llamas spit
as long as toasters roast [beef's]
unnecessary for vegan sandwiches
it's all in good fun bitches!!!!

 

[2 ONE 3]

I let the beat bang, I don't claim colors
Rap Dee-Boy, pretty boy, the top models favorite fuck toy...
Straight laced, catching the eye of a pretty face, then watch me FREAK 'em under them covers
Of course you know I came equipped...Both the commander & captain of this rap ship
Put me in the booth then watch me straight clap shit...Transforming the inseparable into Distant Lovers...

"I'm tryin'na bring it home, even If I gotta do it on my own"

The time is now...I gotta get in this mode. Back in this zone so I can proclaim my air to the throne...Grindin for years/ The result is HARD WORK...that's what your findin...

Ermias (Nipsey Hussle) got the spot blown...My nigga from 9th grade on, we're bout to get the westcoast explosion like the end result of a hand grenade being thrown

The time for E the MC is right now. The broadcast won't be postponed
​

 

[owl]

I stay melted like a patty
while making porns with a Pattie..
better yet, still stuck avoiding the paddy...

But it never helps...


I'm deep inside myself like a cell
more than that,
my reflections buried inside the cell
penetrate the thoughts of the well off
before they sale off
before they sail off..

but it never helps...

see me smiling in the sonogram held by an urban shrew
minus the thoughtless attitude
minus the climax of clips and macs
silenced by Aknaton and malcolm's murdered cues...

shuffle ya hips, whores, while I interlude...

cuzz it never helps

Like an aid or an assist
life is time's abyss
drift inside abstractions
or be slung by those reacting
no acting
no pretense
no remiss
although we miss
more real like
more loyal types
less contrite
less wanna be white...
collegiate yet we hype...
more originals, less rewrites...

but it never helps...

 

[owl]

I guess you are what you snort then,
and you could call me dormin,
but not dormant,
and never doorman,
sorry if i'm glorifying
simply telling my story no lying,
i can sense your guile, no need replying
in fact im relying on you
I am the MOLOCK of the owl's asylum
this island of noncompliance
I am
malcolm and eldridge
without the afro
without slugs ruining my cartilidge
even when the smarts no kick in
the passion is a homeless kid
crumbling an aspirin
on his girlfriends toilet
spreading a crumb of black tar on it...
I'm so far from it,
but so intune with it,
i see the toilet seat,
i hear the stars vocally,
i hear moons approaching me,
i feel my penis stretching worlds inside her
just grinding
i feel her soaking me...
I see her tears as her soul sulks for me.
I hear the gates of hell open and close for me...
You want to know why I don't care about your rules, socially?
Because I'm the only psychologist who could get close to ME...

 

[owl]

I never had swag
I had five fat
in the jagged torn corner
of a glad ziplock bag.
I had straight A's on my report card
before they drove me hard
and my drive got hard.
when my life got scarred..
but we all born marred...
i didn't find trouble
he was always there with me
see, Obama know the price of a kidney
so he gone charge you a rib
and if you need that rib to live,
then he gone charge you your life...
that's the game we play:
"The Price Is Never RIGHT"
as in the opposite of unethical
you can't capitalize on the powerful
so you buy low sell high to the poor,
and when they get low,
and then they get high,
you enslave they asses 'til they pay more...

 

[sean69]

I never had swag
I had five fat
in the jagged torn corner
of a glad ziplock bag.
I had straight A's on my report card
before they drove me hard
and my drive got hard.
when my life got scarred..
but we all born marred...
i didn't find trouble
he was always there with me
see, Obama know the price of a kidney
so he gone charge you a rib
and if you need that rib to live,
then he gone charge you your life...
that's the game we play:
"The Price Is Never RIGHT"
as in the opposite of unethical
you can't capitalize on the powerful
so you buy low sell high to the poor,
and when they get low,
and then they get high,
you enslave they asses 'til they pay more...

^^^

nice.

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[owl]

^^^

nice.

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appreciate that.

 

[mcguyver]

Don't take it personal
Aint got no beef
but I'm roastin you flakes
Flame broil you fakes
For what it takes
I'm about to raise the "steaks"
Drop a verse
I raise you 1
Like CACs in slam dunk contests
This aint a game but the conquest is physical
This aint the bible but the contents is spiritual
The Lions Den
Version 2.1
This is a ritual
And I got your first born son
Sacrafice your pawns, shit I dont give a fuck
It's your move pussy--
No shit, your Queen is gettin' fucked
It's hunting season
And I'm due for a gluntonous feast
Buck shots touching you kids like catholic priests
Stalking out the thread
Like cats in the Sarengetti
"Lurking in the background"
But still y'all aint ready
The butcher
Sean 6"9' and I don't need a Slaughterhouse
Just give me a Pen-n-fold and I go in Danger Mouse
The verse is obscene
My UK brethren know WTF I mean
Explosive ending to the opening theme
I floss with the fuse of dynamite
Rinse with ether and spit flames
When I spit game
Bishes get low and garggle on my dick mane

Should I?.........

 

[OnSlaught]

Play it at 21 secs into the vid and then start readin' (rhymin' ) at about 27 secs. I wish I could just flow it myself and let y'all hear it. When I was writin' it I envisioned a mellow deep voice with an intricate flow but yet it has hints of ghostface with the symbolism and imagery in it.

Shit, you can't explain or expect everyone to like it. This is also posted in my thread Free-Thought Creative.

Peace and enjoy...


I'm tryna act sleep
in the backseat
of a Ac jeep
'cause I got a rap-sheet
as long as my black meat
cops in the backstreet
Now I gotta creep
While I pack heat
Like frozen packed meat

Colder than ice and still they wanna cap me
Slow me down to no beep
That gumshoe got slow feet - With no teeth
What a fuckin' foul bleep

I heard he made an OG OD
That's cold B
Duke woke up wrapped up in cold sheets
Cryin' out, "Hold ME!"

I'm kinda lonely
With homies - Dead with no bed in slow mo...that's Cold G
The old me
Woulda let off some bee-bees
In back of the slew-foot Oppie
That's low-key
But now the new me
Got the 9 step plan like Dupri
Playin' it quiet as kept, like Snoopie
With wisdom like Tai Chi
I'm waitin' for Time to buy me
Peace of mind for free
So I can drip out like I.V.

To be continued....

 

[owl]

There is an inherent fear
within any dominant race or culture here
that causes them to oppress further
on a non-systematic equator:

You see her with her tainted bagage,
silently mad a being laughed at,
unable to snap back
the brother she regrets that,
the sisters she's mad at,
yet never exhaled exact,
afraid of those who don't fall flat,
held down but stands tall,
but now she's in front at docket call,
or a resume, that might not get that second call...

 

[owl]

Nobody's perfect
But see, I ain't pretty

Environment's suburban,
I'll remind you of the city.

You get your shine on,
I like to stay gritty...

You're the victimized,
scared to say who's guilty...

I'm seen in the victim's eyes...
my turn to refuse to pity.

you say revolutions are foolish
I say reform is political douching

squeezing out a few items we don't like now
but them same issues will return next cycle...

I'm driven,
you're drove,
I'm on top,
you'd rather get rode...

I accept to adapt
you've adopted acceptance

I'm the future,
you're just a bubble
blowing over
the refractions of my advancement...

 

[grownazzblakman]

 

[sean69]

Think you meant "or across columns left to right"

That was mad creative by the way. Nice!

 

[grownazzblakman]

Think you meant "or across columns left to right"

That was mad creative by the way. Nice!

yeah that's what i meant.
thanks man. Peace!

 

[sean69]