On that, I tinker with a tactful thought, bustin black berettas I brought and all in that, achieve the dreams schemes I sought, Cadaver pits, with all the undead I fought. Flying mister crow man lands, picks a bottle, eats the worm, and goes into a trance Signature- death's dance, try and escape, but you can't! blast off, they flee with such might, but I lock on & pursuit, Like a- Kamakaz-I triple tongue twist on the mic, and blitz all night Ven the killer thriller will find you like the light Why not nice? I'm evil, plus vile Grabbed a knife, and carved you reserv-dog style. murky profile, hardly seen, captain kirk here to board and snatch a spleen. Keen friction sparks when my tongue and my mind flirt kids sick, known pickpocket bitches in grass skirts..
Check the dials, my style's calibrated... With peaceful intentions but still battle-rated, celebrated 'cross the globe... Like birthdays or Earth Day... They say "Check out Something!" I say "Check the wordplay." Take something from nothing you're left still with nothing... Not worse than you were but not better at all... Take nothing from Something except maybe one thing... This verse is the first one of many to fall... That being said, I'll lay this one to rest... While I liked a few parts, it's still not my best... Next time, the next rhyme won't be so abbreviated... Because next time, this emcee won't be so inebriated...
you might see me all blue all red everyday everyday cause im leaky jackson im leaky jackson i was born to be a ball player i was born to be a basketball player cause im leaky jackson this year im 20 next year ill be........uhh.... REMIX next year ill be 21 i aint guna lie man im leaky jackson.
lol, oohhhhh shit, I liked this one.. Fav lines man - "Next time, the next rhyme won't be so abbreviated... Because next time, this emcee won't be so inebriated..."
Back to the grind with a rhyme in mind it goes....no wait...wait... Back to the grind with a rhyme in mind it goes....nah, that aint it either... Yo...back to reality, back to life... Sneaking 'round a corner like Mack The Knife... Keep my pearly whites out of sight, dowse the light... Cuz I don't wanna see a firefight, not tonight... I'm on this site...just me and a few words... Well, maybe a couple thugs and quite a few nerds... It's absurd...the way I fit a category... I aim to spin a story when I spit my oratory... Using simile and allegory some of the time... But you won't find it here it's in some other rhyme... Yo, check the time...I'm gonna end this one now... Was hopin' to finish work sometime pre-sundown... So back to reality back to life... Back to 40 hours, 2 kids and 1 wife... Back to 6 beers makin' me feel alright... I'll try to spit some more shit tomorrow night...
your all a bunch o nerds spittin shitty gritty words listen to my verbs can you comprehend what you heard? im a skinny little white kid listen to this and shit and please dont try and quit cuz maybe i can rhyme spit with rip and do it really quick like a stinky hairy zit in your girls stinky hairy clit im like dirty harry if he ate a blueberry, you still rap like a fat faggot fairy thighs like thunderstorms face like jim carrey bet ill never even get married - not dirty doug ahaha
My venemous rhymes infect, every, enemie sect, amateurs can never better the vet's rhetoric, perfecting every section of raps down to the letter, lets allow him to work his words, without all the whack remarks, lyrical clash with swords, miricles mending the hearts, oracles sending the shards, of wisdom through swishers he sparks, divine inspiration.... combined with esoteric information, forms an ingenaric form of flowtation, born of hysteric forms of sensations, in his brain whenever he slays the hordes of the henchmen, sent at him, to attempt to combat his sin, but still his weakest defence, is enough for their maximum strength for i still remain in a relm of inferiority, surrounded by you fools who couldnt even snore on me, superiority, is what i preech, my wrath is still in store for thee. short and sweet, is nice but watch him pull it out, of coarse.. THE HEAT, in his kitchen his diction is always the cause of friction, between simpleton and idiots living in a world of fiction, but still get my hits in with no regrets. like voting for nixon
thats wussup man. play the beat, play the beat. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBQrgh3VKU4 My dicks bigger than the ****** hitter you're grippin. My dicks bigger than the beam supportin the whole fuckin buildin. Look out toys wiggers racists and little childrin. im catchin you while your shittin and predictin every lyric youre spittin. even yappin bout rappin original is bitten. Listen. Verbal precision reality dwellin within my humble spirit. I'm tired of 90 percent bein a fraud. my lyrics tend to come from somethin more divine than god. dont need a commentary cuz in my head i cary. more rhymes than words in your whole vocabulary. Look. My dicks more fresh than a chick that washed clit with a whole stick a soap. My dick will leave you bleedin like bitch that i hit and left with a slit throat. She was on her period beggin for a dick poke cuz i spit dope. I gave her the stickin raw without the dick coat.
I'm sick and tired, of feeling like a rainbow in the gutter how can you be admired, if you let the same flow stutter? someone build off?
addiction creeping into daily life seeing dying masters deadend madmen alright all city incredible dream poisoned ceiling passions tragic habits clandestine the high-times classic my dank mixed acid drowning the machines dropping massive tracks making danger major afterthought another drunk monkey astronaut magically dodging manufactured aftershock maniac uprooting so his reality opens other motherfuckers so naturally tragic havoc casualties, taking heads casually actually, crashing into dumpsters hella awesome substance hustler and if you think this shit sounded really damn weird replay it and pay attention to the first letter of every word that you hear
i feel you, addictions creeping daily, i can't run because i feel the frail flee, the incredible, inevitable, that my routine will fail me, the paranoia, of tryna avoid tha, new schemes, that trail me, it's like im spitting in the wind, crawling in my skin, evicted from within, evil's in my head, wicked to the brim, hungry for a life, depicted in sin, fuck who professed "it is what is, let it be", im about manifest the rest of your own destiny,
this isn't a freestyle i actually wrote it a long time ago but i'm posting it here anyway... tried to write it to this beat Will you, Keep it original, implant the digital I got a role to play and it's pivotal No time for games thats trivial I'm in pursuit of what is real (yo) You could call it a suicide mission but i'm out to bring light to the minions Don't care about your opinions, just shut up and start to listen start to listen sharpen wisdom smarts and vision where you gonna get some And to all you kids that front the only time you shoot point blank is when you cheatin on Duck Hunt I'm just being up front, live in stereo everywhere i go my hair is fro'd brains are fried red eyed from the herb aside from what you heard, i got the words you want as yours so please, don't bring up your jerz and cap matt here to remind you lyrics are the most important part of rap being that were livin now, musics' what we're givin back there is no turning back the sins of your past got you as a future contestant in the running man I'm a running man when i'm late for the sun tran unpleasant as I am I can understand when an m.c. has to leave his clan (unfinished that's all i got on this one)
Aight hand me that mic cause i got have it like an addict, cause rappin for me is just another bad habit. On my merlin toilet cause my shits magic. Standin next to other emcees just looks tragic. cause i pull all the bitches like a pussy magnet. And you can find me in the dragnet. grippin grain of a spiderweb fragment, hangin out the window cause i just gotta have it just gotta grab it. And if 2nd place gives you a bad taste Present your face so that i may stab it. Hearin my instrumentals has you relapsing, trippin off bad cabbage. Girlies like me cause i thug ravish, smooth like a plush carriage and my watch got a few karatsss.... bored, listening to a very odd beat
a wobbly lock and key,doesn't properly stop a thief logically ya quality property's a commodity but honestly, we'd probably stop if we had a job in the economy but monopoly policies mocking me often we have nothing hot to eat and they offer me no apology these office geeks spot the broccoli forget generosity tell me how could you not agree chronologically that the animosity's possibly a response to these atrocities
battle a while ago against a kid called fallen angel If Yu A Fallen Angel Then Im Hell Rising Yu A Fairy Tale To Wich My Rhymes Are Collidin Part The Red Sea nd Let It Smash Like Poseidon Piss on Da Bible. Leave Yu In A Vice. Joe Biden Dismantle Heaven N Earth Leave Yu Prayin To God. Yu A Fire Hydrant and They Call Me Da Dog Betta Get Ya Mask, Cant Breathe Through The Smog This Hell For Yu Boy, I Think Yu Yu Fell 2 Far