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this is just more crap that i have put on ... lol enjoy!!! |
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I been through many a battle filled with scratches and gashes when I start to flame, my brain reduces you to cinders and ashes light flashes and smoke rises higher and like the Hot Boys and NBA JAM I got the DJ screamin that "He's on fire!" I'm not warm, and **ck Hot I'm leavin' ice on stage I don't burn it, instead I freeze when I go into a rage wisdom remains in my mind like that of a wise old sage I'll still be rippin' it when I'm kickin' it at a wise old age like how I Enter the Dragon while I'm stylin' and saggin' braggin' (much love to b-boys.com, for showin' rappers, breakin' and taggin') haters are stallin' and laggin' And I be screamin' out, "I don't know you!" shootin' power out my fingers like my name was Goku oh you know that rivals trip over things they have to go through when I make 'em commit hari-kari (suicide) and say sorry while I hit the red button rapid-fire like I'm playin' on an Atari Centipede all y'all illiterate motha**ckas, READ! or you can watch me proceed to give you what you need and I make your eardrums bleed with sonic booms cause I break sound barriers with godspeed like Guile, and all the while grabbin' dollars with greed I spread my words like I'm spreadin' my seed doin' the dirty deed like I was drinkin, baby, Doin' the Dew Punchin' like Apollo Creed oh, who knew it was you? I bust irregular patterns like MNM and clone the styles of others while I continue to disassemble them If I'm a mother**cker, have I **cked your mother? now my veins are enlarged while I slaughter beef like Mad cow(way overused) screamed at 'em and charged "like" is all I seem to say but that's cause I live in an ice cream castle like Morris Day slicin' fools like OJ Holdin' the mic till my wrists turn limp just like I was gay flowers and sunny like May making you darken and get shady like you went from white to gray like a little kid who can't wait to get outside and play with girls filled with silicon like the California Bay And you relax when I act like your shit is okay but then I put a hunch in your back like I was diggin' away makin' a grave while you startin' to pray hard like a saint who really can't wait to hear what God has to say like a deadbeat that don't wanna pay like a sheep that went astray Slicin' through skin like a laser ray people followin' me like I was a beacon guiding the way like my name was Ice Cube screamin' out YAY-YAY! Like a guy with a pregnant girl, knowin' he don't wanna stay I leave marks on your face just like my name was Mary Kay much to your dismay whenever I put on a display pullin' knives and spinnin' silver blades that's Ginsu Whippin' much *ss like I'm a full member of the Ginyu explain me? you can't even begin to see what I'm into is battling you and power bombing you and then I pin you and spin you girls, you know I wanna get in you the steamin' demon who's screamin' and seems to be creamin' mutha**ckas with a weakness of dreamin' that I wasn't so supreme n' streamin' like audio on the net beamin' on a strong signal seein' that y'all ain't ready yet blowin' up like an enveloped bomb in the mail while I repeatedly smack you in the mouth and make you whimper and wail incredibly shrinkin' MCs down to miniature scale fools die off when they try to follow me like Oregon trail retelling an ancient tale pull out a dusty *ss book I grip the mic and it starts to rain and hail your mom will cry about the life I took search for my flow like the search for the Holy Grail like Monty Python and ni**as scream while I get my laser sight on and my write on with my light on the tight song is right on point while I continue to annoint and tearin' up the whole joint while other fools just smokin' you need to realize that although I play around Nemesis ain't jokin' and when we battle I make you start chokin' on every sentence when I come through your city and welcome all challengers ni**as fall on their knees with all repentance I run marathon freestyles like the Bay to Breakers and you see my face on boxes like I was one of the Quakers who the **ck do you think I am after a battle I'll have you screamin' out uncle and auntie and grandma and yes sir and yes ma'am onlookers screamin' out "Damn!" got problems? we can solve 'em, man while I'm exposing you just like my **ckin' name was Candid Cam I'm rough enough to where I can sand paper with my vocal chords but invincible enough to where I can wipe my *ss with samurai swords snappin' the thickest of boards with my telekenetics that's where I hold the universe I got you fools sweatin' heavy like I was calisthenics and you get hit with shards of shrapnel when I make my iron quotes burst and disperse you get worse with verse upon verse and at the end of a battle you'll have to have me call for a nurse and driven off in a hearse when they find out that they're facing me emcees wanna to curse I sling you around with one arm like a purse but of course you realize that I have to deconstruct you first and ni**as know I'm supreme but I'm not a supremacist, stretching on and on like Dhalsim and charming to feminists screamin' "YOGA FIRE!" like the last time I made a reference to Street Fighter I don't really give a damn cause I don't know who to give it to but you know if you really want it then I'll give it to you while I represent the Unknown, my old crew fools wanted to grope when the pope dropped the soap they zoomed in with a sniper scope and made a noose for me out of a hemp rope but lit it up and it made an increase in my temp, hope that you can believe that this is only a fraction of what I send when I have you rising up so fast that you get sick from the bends I make speeches so superflous you have to commend my style is highly noted and I simply must recommend take my advice and run for cover The beginning -the end.
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one more emcee, but not yet finished!!!
Dont wanna fu** wit dis, Got jewels from my neck to my ris, if take off my flashy shit, all you got is man thats it, So if you decide to mess, then you’ll take 6 to your chess, and i’ll be the one gettin money, haha that shit is funny, sometimes bitches will rob u for your money, i give a shoutout to... i cant remember and to my wife ill be back in september, or better yet november, or how about december, because a brother need need sex, and cruisin wit his boys in da lex, my album will be hardcore no sound efx, crash the benz ill snap your neck, i ll nock you bitch ass on da grass, and then ill turn this ryme side ways stick it staight up ur monkey ass, then i ll cut your wrists wit glass, and i love bitches cause there like blunts puff puff pass,
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