Lyrical Lounge 2012

cb71109

Rising Star
BGOL Investor


Have you every been at the bottom
Trying to climb to the top
But your love one's trying to take all you got
They are no where to be found when they balling out
When you get a lil doe, now they call out
Sometimes I wonder what this shit all about
If I don't take care of you, now we are falling out
So I stay locked in my house, ringer off no doubt
Call my moms crib trying to get my whereabouts
So I bounce on em, and Keep It Moving
Fuck your love I don't need no new friends
I cant win with ya'll, so all day I'm losing
 
Nice:yes::yes::yes: I am glad to see someone kicking off 2012-
I just woke up, but I will be back....

I will fly w/ you;)
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In the lyrical lounge anything goes
Just make sure you come correct with your flows
So protect your neck if a sucka hit you low
Light their ass up and show them how it go
Aint no half stepping when your locked in the cipha
We got real motherfuckers that make you put the mic up
So go tuck your chain that your grandma got cha
Wanna test me , I'll break you off proper
And for those who bleed estrogen
I'll make change of your ass no less than 10
Everbody get dead ,even next to kin
Fuck you, your fam, and best of friends
So take this as a warning shot
I'll rob you, and scream fuck the world all upon your block
Cuz freestyling is in my blood, and I was born to rock
 
warm weather in the winter,
global warming, poles shifting lets see what this will get ya
Heavy fog rolls in, here comes Mcguyver the lyrical strangler
I aint no fortune tella but I can tell ya the future's air has the odor of a massacre.
onxyfemme won't be back
CB get your emotions under control please tell me, that first rhyme, your shit was hacked
when you read this, pause walk away before you react
My style is shots to the dome I hit beats with full body contact, while you dance around tracks


I spit these lyrics
In the spirit of spirits
a shot out to the missing and dead poets
 


You aint not killer, you just talk alot
I can't feel ya, or hear the shit that you bark about
Your best bet is option
Be like Unk and walk it out
Or catch major hell if we spark it out
I'll get one of these (SOL) ladies
To rip you new asshole
and put 100 on your head with the cash flow
Or let them set you up,
Talk to you sweet
Get up in your pockets
While you take them places you sleep
Then I creep while you fuck their brains out
Cuz I'm in your bank account getting change out
No doubt about it, you never should allow it
But never run your mouth if your soft and not about it
 
I aint no killa?
Tell that to the long list of recipients to my career endda
Shout out to the dearly departed magnificent butcher
I battle poets like you every day, you sweetah than splenda
you shoulda payed attention to this level on ya career elevata labeled caution
I got the Gods peeping down looking to see whats the commotion
They see me whopping your ass at lightning speed but you are stuck in slow motion
Mac is ahead in the score cards dirty boxing, kidney punches and eye gouging.
while ya moms on the sidelines screaming "thats my baby someone call the cops, fbi, cia, secret service, and all branches of the military to help him".
You have no idea who you up against
begining of every round the ring girls hold up cards not with numbers but saying "Mcguyver wins".
with every punch landed on your moist chin
not your head but your whole family tree spins
The name's "MCGUYVER" motherfucker, the "KING OF KINGS"
While you,.........You are one of them Lord of the rings elf like things.
 
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Who rhyming?
All you so called MCs lime lighting
I'm back so pay hommage to the king
Mac been doing this since cain been hating
Like him you weren't abel, half assed out the stable
I drop words more aspiring than the "cage bird sings"
Yall been awaiting, anticipating, the inspiration of god's greatest creation
so make room as I spread my wings
and do my thing........rhyming





Mac turned a new leaf
In the past my words caused beefs
I was numb to the fact this shit don't come to yall with ease
So now I ease when I release these verbs
novocain will be embedded in every verse
But I must warn, like count blacula I may be overwhelmed by the thirst
so please alert the paramedics, coroner, emergency room nurse, and oh call every funeral home in a 50mile radius and tell them we'll need all their hearse.
why you think grownazzblkman lurks and owl has a phobia for red shirts
2 one 3 walks around looking like a zombie
I apoligize excuse, me
I forgot about the new leaf
Turns, walks away while rolling down my sleeves
whispers....."I forgot to put the novocain in this verse."
"Mac doesn't drop the type of shit you find on star search"
this the type of shit you find in star's work."
 
Yo I moved spots, from avenues to rude block
Refuse is the easy way to get you shot
Mess up your snap backs and ya crew tops
Who is you ock
You must wanna get stretched out like crew socks
I'm not friendly,
matter of fact I'm like dancing with a copperhead
This is a warning for you
Suggest you to stop ahead
Have ur body cracked open like rotten eggs
 
All the popular votes.
You are ahead, every line you wrote is a winning practical joke
I could rhyme bragging about counting C-notes
while my dick soak in tahiry's moist moat
Lavished parties on 200ft boats
The first floor of my crib a 100ft pool with apple bottoms keeping me afloat
Dried out this new leaf and processed coke
But nope, I don't gloat, showboat or entertain jokes
Did this fuk just ask who am I?
I'm the one who electric slide down your block
on every corner set up shop
employ everyone in your family, even your moms and your old ass pops.
Knock down your crib and build a skyscraper, rent you and all of em the top
Christmas day go to the basement and from the foundation, snatch every block
and watch every one of you useless bastids drop.
Now my challenged friend that's an ock
 
Yo I moved spots, from avenues to rude block
Refuse is the easy way to get you shot
Mess up your snap backs and ya crew tops
Who is you ock
You must wanna get stretched out like crew socks
I'm not friendly,
matter of fact I'm like dancing with a copperhead
This is a warning for you
Suggest you to stop ahead
Have ur body cracked open like rotten eggs



:yes: I like what you did with this.
 
Things aren’t always what it seems
Nah Mean
Its not cool to thug behind computer screens
Knowing they are mixed with yellow and green
U just yells and screams
And swear there mean
Or maybe nice upon the mic
I drop mad science that makes u think twice
So go chill and drink a sprite
Calm your nerves before reality bites
Alright
So gone move about and kick rock
Or take a lesson from a real teacher of poetry and hip hop
It’s on lock
Want to learn than just watch
Cuz I was born with screaming “One, Two’s & you don’t stops”
 
Survey says....we must hold you accountable
Your rhyme has no basis, no merit, no fizz, no ummph and it screams desperate and uncomfortable
Me a thug, nah but I see where you are coming from
I'm firing these rhymes at you like gangbangers fire their guns
everyone shouting damn cb up against pac, biggie, jayz, big daddy kane, and big pun.
They are wrong, I'm all of them multiplied by a billion.
As It was written, I've risen to detox the hip hop nation.
Inject it into my veins and piss out a culture free of capitalism
Free every living black panther from prison
perform CPR on the Apollo theater and Harlem
Go back to the days white people won't come there in fear we would harm em
Fuk the gucci, Bugatti, and other white own promtions
an end to black on black violence, except this one. It'll be televised worldwide in slow motion.
A thug? yea, I'm toting guns with bullets the size of hambuger buns
Pause while I address the yelling ad screaming lines you've written
I'm actually whispering but these hollow point rhymes are exploding on contact and fucking with your nervous system
got you hallucinatin, Except the part where you the victim
everyone watch while I Mike Vick him
Abuse this french poddle aka CB, do my time, get out and go back to doing my thing.
get you weight up, spend more time in the rhyme gym,
take some vitamins
and maybe next season you will be close to being competition
 
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same ole song
drops take way too long
sitting here wondering what went wrong
Turned out to be one hell of a lyrical lounge :rolleyes:
every rhyme 's a gong
I'm working on cgi and he's still on pong
I knew I should've tucked the brawn
I knew I should've whispered when I yelled get strong
now he's gone
same ole song
.
.
You should've pulled a lebron
be patient and soon you would get your cham-pi-on
 
So now your a champion like labron in M.I.A
Where you been son, you must have been M.I.A
Your in my way
Better yet you D.O.A
I school lil young-ins like you because I don't play
Get ate like Frito-Lays
I got a mad skills home skillet
You dont want to see those ways
 
AHHH I see someone found their sack
Did a nut check now ya trying to make a comeback
Shoulda kept running last rhyme was a trap
You aint in my weight class you too compact
This is hand to hand combat
you should be over there with wouncie's women playin slap for slap
Cause I'm ruthless I'd peel your cap
with a grazin smack
Now watch the crowd react
"FINISH HIM MCGUYVER LIKE YOU ONE EM DUDES FROM MORTAL KOMBAT"
Back, forward, low punch I threw my hat
Its a wrap
you just been decap

Fuk yall expected he's a subcompact
Up against a full size mac
 
Yo Richard Dean Anderson said he wants his name back
Don't need no fake imposter all on his sack
Messing up his rep
So I suggest you need change that
Reloaded with massive shells unless you came back
My style is like an animal
You don't wanna see how wild he is
Make u tuck your M.I.C in and never rap around your kids
Or freestyle yourself into a coma
That's the state their find you in
Room 187, its a murder suicide
Exploded like astroids and star-ships collide
 
Riiiinnnng, Riiiinnnng, Riiiinnnng

Mcguyver - Hello,
Lemme speak to Richard Dean Anderson this is Mcguyver

Richard Dean Anderson - This is he.

Mcguyver - Oh shit you getting old ya voice changing, I almost didn't recognize ya

Richard Dean Anderson - Ha fuck you motherfucker, long time no hear whats up my brother

Mcguyver - I told you bout that brother shit we cool, known each other forever
Ah fuk it I guess you can call me brother

Richard Dean Anderson- Mcguyver you always talking shit, what the fuk you want?
I see you killing that cb dude, his screen name, long disappearances, is he in the joint?

Mcguyver - Shit I never looked at it from that angle but you do have a point

Richard Dean Anderson - Oh and I saw that "give name back" shit he put in his flow.
If that dumbfuck really knew you taught me everthing I know

Mcguyver - He is alright, can rhyme but has a long way to go

Richard Dean Anderson - I would recommend he spending some time watching some of your shows.
Maybe he can get some more computer time if he wasn't busy blowing the C.Os

Mcguyver - Ha, yeah right but now, he an animal, guess he missed in the last rhyme where I agreed with him
A poodle, soft and pink
He keeps coming back though, he done threw everything at me even the shit under the kitchen sink.
Aight I gotta go, the audience waiting

Richard Dean Anderson - Ok lata, get back to the annihilation

Hangs up, end conversation.
 
Yo let's get it blazin like mid july summers
I'm on your head like dogg the bounty hunters
I can get you if I want to
Besides I'll front cha, some rhymes if that humble you
Believe me this mountain of trouble can rumble and tumble you
I'll leave your whole flock in front of you
Straight shots and uncooked food
Is how I avoid court cases
Closed caskets, missing witness with no faces
While snitches walk the bottom of seas with center blocks for feet
I'll destroy anybody or anything that get in the way for me to eat
And that include you, or anybody who they think I'm talking to
Since this life is hell I'll just walk it through
High out my mind, so i'll drink to that and spark a few
Lime greenery, I need a change of scenery
Cuz these now these lames think they are seeing me
They wearing binoculars
From the blind side they are watching ya
Hoping they can steal a line and best way to copy ya
So there's no telling who shot cha
Now you sing like the opera
Wonder why the bitches don't jock ya
 
He's hot, he's blazin, he's claiming to be amazing
Until he figures out who he's facing
Red dot constantly between his eyes this motherfucker started believing he was indian
Call me homeland security taliban is all I see there's about to be a lyrical assination
So ya C...B compared to me there is no comparison
When I spit
Sucka MCs take the nearest exit
cause I'm the walmart of this market
and you aint even big enough to be a target
Implanted dreams of grandeur in the mind of a surrogate
But I'm bout to reach into your mind and revive the memories you tried to assassinate
Summer of '08
It was you, your girl and all your boys chillin when I went up to her and whisper in her ear
“fuk you doing with this lame, my dick is measured in light years”
Turned to you and yelled “TUCK THE HATE”
Before you become a horizontal star on the 1st 48
Cops rolled by and I asked em where’s the nearest lake
Cause if these fuks move you’ll be draggin it.
There is no debate, I'm the blueprint for great
Got more hits than the biggie Duets
Your shit gets the most ejects
stay cooler than a shower in 100 degree weather
Smoother than shaft, you would think I walk on feathers
My social security number aint nothing but letters
“Don’t fuck with him” fine print “he’s a gawd damn serial killa”
“will turn your block into a live remake of Michael Jackson’s video, thriller”
So I say welcome to ya blazin summer
better late than neva
I've been in this bitch poppin my colla and spittin lava
these rhymes I'm ghost riding, straight Johnny blazin
Burned the lounge down and built a lion's den.


Turns around drops the mic and the pen
walks away spittin a remix to meek mills amen.
"There is alotta greatness in the building.....AMEN"
"Mcguyver's in the building.....AMEN"
"They put record sales on hold when I'm spittin.....Amen"
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How u call urself lyrikal?, old-retired-stargate-twilight-spiked haired guy with peroxcide, magnets and ductape shoved up ur butt. Can it! LIke the BGOL fam say, "BAN EM!"
Red Star spittin white snort keyz dat leave the whole board in a red-nose-database-error-tantrum. Imma comic head phantom, wit 25 bitches, pic any-1 at random. We still gonna ban ya
 
Even though its the lyrical lounge
There's no time for slacking
It's always somebody slick capping
Rapping
All talk no action
Soon to come up missing
Nobody knows what the fuck happen
At the scene was lime and tools from black N decker
All they got was broken bones and dental records
He needs to be identified
So notify the next of kin
The morgue seen this type of destruction
It must be him
The same dude that turn fake rappers into cat food
The crime scenes are classic with spent shells and plastic
All they know he used rhyme skills that are drastic
 
They in here with their fingers crossed hoping I am a vegan
On my mantel is hannibal lecter's skull for safe keepin
Specs of dots is all you so call competitors is to me
A bootleg Stan Lee and a negro stuck forever in his alter ego, a black Bill Bixby
Failed at being a hulk physically and mentally
Gamma rays laced purple haze
and a catalyst for anger lets try a nice taze
from a tazer gun set on "this bitch no matter who he turned to going up in a blaze"
anyone knowing my history already knows this will end tragically
Everytime yall drop a rhyme, board members tempted to drop the Shaq smiley.
someone came in here thinking he could write a comic book ending to HISstory.
But that alphabet soup you dropped earlier screams Cerebral palsy
no disrespect to the truely challenge, cause I know they upset, screaming "that motherfucker more retarded than me".
 
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