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Cook you in Hell`s kitchen for all the text written
Leave you looking like a dead kitten with ya head missing With punches that wreck buildings, Its death dealings Am in the bank siphoning the new money like a true Tony Also too bony to lift your weight shaky from all the hits you take Let me and my bitch escape with the biggest loot I run this like the quickest foot Eating hearts like a piece of fruit Do the shoot then Am out of this with the cleanest suit Ha ha ha you never thought I would be the one Keep it between us and don`t speak the plan Am just a simple man with an invisible clan We take it all and fly away to another location To commence another mass invasion The Nazi spy who made Anansi cry By telling her the grandest lie Fast and sly when A pass you by Controlling the biggest machines Realizing the most twisted of dreams When its go time for the children on scene We are all involved counting deep in the scheme Countless ways of getting it all Get up even when you steadily fall The Devil himself Will be preparing a call For the forgotten shadow Where is the God I follow Scarred and hallow sad and sorrow The place where they all crawl tomarrow Enough dope stashed to get your soul washed The police tried to get ma throat gashed Hands are now unable to move While A stay on the groove Am on the basement but there its your roof Medusa on ma side ready to ride Unleash the rebel inside pinching ma dome I lock you up with Mafia bitches at home Get all the pleasures you desire Burn the page with a lecture in fire All never retire and forever conspire with a soul on the wire You quick to flip like pancakes when you heard Ama writer That Will off your lights with a verse that is tighter Am known to plot more webs on the world than a Spider Let them choose the flow that is tighter Assme UN cheque toy list Key ero pisto |
Miracle worker, uncover the earth at it's curvature.
Listening to the overture while joking about these amateurs Spark flame on worthier & said fuck their furniture. Get 5 fingers to the face, let their pride linger with the taste. Turn their dinners to debates wherever the simpler are placed. Downsized and forgotten, get outside of your apartment. You ain't about life you a target, too proud like the departed. Get strung along the plotline, falling quick from the gallows Praising Talos at the skies rim...lights out and no candles See how the diversion handles and leaves them hanging out. You should be banking now, or thank the clown... Suckers mad because they don't have no pull in my absence. Suffering from inflation, overflated values in their balance. Better off closing all accounts and learning how to shape up. There's a reason y'all don't make any sense, y'all gone bankrupt |
I cant justify their faults, what if I called?
what if I changed it all by reigning on top. take shit seriously or nah.. serendipity is a treat that is luckily flawed. what you crushing me on? touching me on? nothing at all, competition is a burnt bridge compare that to the ears you heard with.. whatever your concern is consider it uncertain pull back the curtain & reflect on the surface. weird words written in cursive bout the undeserving... hatred dwells deep, what do you make yourself see? how you gon help me when you cant help yourself... see...smoke and mirrors, what you supposed to hear. you aint close or near, you aint getting quoted here. too bad.. |
Why do you look so sad in photographs?
--------------------------------------------- I guess dreams really do come true. --------------------------------------------- |
You don't gotta be a battle rapper to kill with rhymes bitch
Diss away all you want you average faggot, as your still behind this Get ahead or fuck off...tryna step in my shoes, Clock up the mileage & distance that I've did Then come & step with me dude... Claimin' your veteran status unmatchable Yet your sittin' right beside me, get off that so called pedestal fool. |
This is a direct message
i hate all of you peasants just pussy nigga that dont know'wheretheyhead in You shrunk and manifested not even half the man sees nothing on his reflection I say the truth only because I'm god destined I'm here to enlighten all your bad intentions Your stupid ass questions Here I give you knowledge so don't go biting the hands that feed it |
I salted her annually as we've grown together
...superficially fake. Apart in faint grand finale fashion, doing or dying. Sinking or swimming. In tonalities depth. Tonality's lake. Look in to her essence earnestly. take attendance. notice a appendage. bandage the offensive. rear-end it, stay suspended. constantly oust, strangle hold and upend it. the few feed off the have nothings. half stuffing your face, lying. gold mining. billions silvering their linings. fine wine, lobster dinner dining. no room for whining. all on your around-the-clock blue-dollar. collar around your neck. |
bothered by the amount of impoverished in debt
holla at me, cold sweats in a holding cell when I slept molded brain cells to dwell on memories I kept ribs cracked, no medical check. got my chest caved in payin someone elses debt now i'm losin my mind steady chewin the rind got game glued to my mind sittin at a stop sign so far it aint turn green, just read the main plot. my brains rotten and putrid concocting noxious solutions dip yall in acid baths then have to laugh this drastic graph just the lyrical version I am real hip hop and a despicable person fuck wit my crew? transcend to spiritual versions it's intrinsic to understand these vivid visions are reality that exist in each breath of the sickest demons in'tha galaxy i'm mystically sedated by a glistening serrated edge slicing deep inside my hand kissing bone as it's whispering a sacred pledge yall aint miss me but goddamn if i did either knock ya off the top tier wida heat seakin meat clever mean streaks deeper cuz these mean streets meaner i just opened up my eyes.. i miss when dreams seemed realer. |
I sense..
I distance readers, If your not lookin' between the lines then you need some instinct feelers... The difference between you & a guest? No distinctive features... Your just a reachin' bitch Lookin' for a hand out, Not givin' a fuck when your mans down almost deceased & shit... Your a self centered obnoxious fuck, An egocentric ass... That's a backwards cunt on some Emo trekkin' path. |
you're more bitch than the ammo guy from saving private ryan.
a bitter twitching journalist standing to the side in silence. you must be clutching onto clips, cheeks shiny like a magazine. deck hands often act like captains while they're suckling on Dramamine, swimming with the sharks'll lead you straight to Davey Jones, these kind of creatures tear apart all invaders of their home. |
Bingo dinner shoes
Chinese Godfather dude Sixteen candle. Sixteen deux Flamingo rule by King Neptune |
Lol @ Bingo dinner shoes...
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I'll let a down under dingo finish you...
Leave bite marks in your daughters clothin' & then get acquited for what you say you didn't do. |
i'm at wits end.
will this shit end? i keep a glocki by my side like it's my best friend. guess i been stressing even tho got benjamins i told that bitch to shoot me. i really miss them. she really missed him. glocki on my hip i dont do percents i just drank a fraction im not new to this really? get into this shit? i just fucked his bitch she said we got a kid i just snuffed that bitch (plan b pills) i'll bear the brunt of it it's a grizzly scene ill make a lunch of it |
deaths so close I could pull it ,
like a rabbit out a hat or a gat out my shoe, shanks comin out our wastebands in these wastelands, quickdraws back as a practice in school. one second closer to death. hold my eyes closed with a breath, and go mouth to mouth with every sickest disease spend a second with my demons n bleed from cuts that exist in your dreams just drink til the screams go silent, into mist that recedes rhyme schemes a gift, droppin freely in sequence my station too frequented to fuck with.. i only pop so many pills so that my frequencies adjusted you might see me.. but can't touch it style spitten freely you can't fuck with you might get kicked out the park, but that's not on my bucket list everyone can join my party til my freedom's deemed "fucken with" it aint asked in the form of questions i suggest that you trust it my minds a morbid station that your playlist cant fuck with both eyes stay lids; dirty like vagrants takin cid on the pavement drinkin thirty twos of perfect brew it aint a secret .. I've chosen certain doom content to drown myself in sorrow alone inside a room? true out in a field or half naked passed out on a bench.. you said i fucked who? straight pound liqour til what I write starts making sense don't need no defense, my minds contents could contain a vast mountain form like water in your vestle.. streams given birth like a fountain eaten so many just desserts .. it's like i cant count 'em time after time im kicked to the curb n about it, the only reason i ever come up is to get put down sniffin K till i throw up n turn the world to a blurry crease my forked tongue plows. it's like I keep my head up just to be the one curved but there's a fine line between sidelines and just desserts ima puff trees till i'm released from these bonds, n drink til i'm pissin out creeks - stream these leaks all over your song time after time i'm provin em wrong, keep movin along I wish a dude who didn't like me would write it in song I need a diss track! fuck that bitch pat, right? act write like you in handcuffs n got smacked wit a mag light hang in the cut so deep i stay up like stalagtite's i try to meet em in the middle try to see me? go a little harder dude. i wrote the starter kit that started shit that started you fools tryna make it rain, but if i could just explain.. it's hard to do i mobbed deep thru perfect storm just to sharpen this game i saw you walkin n thought id never need gas again carry you out this hellish streets.. used to stares as i'm passin em if there's only a few good people left i hope we're the last of em too many stay cold in the middle of summer i'm fitna warm the spot up with thought as real as it gets drop truth so heavy.. when it's moved - after it's hit.. it's like the groove you left putting feet to cement just a thought inside my mind, i guess ill let you pass me by, make an infamous imprint like an indigenous species one day ill go extinct - til then, i'm bombin discreetly droppin psalms like i'm preachin bout stars we'll be reachin pass the bar when i'm speakin forget i popped one and double in secret i'm troubled for reasons. to many people only thug when they speak didn't start it on purpose i just been pluggin for weeks. these struggling peeps comin so deep these bitches pissin 'emselves natural streams turn to puddles and creeks. i'll only warn you once, when i say ill go cold i aint frontin bein obnoxious might land you on the block when you say suttin watch your mouth when ya speak don't fuck with killers and creeps we stay awake when you sleep knowledge might cut like a knife out the sickness, in deed ill cure your innermost weakness by enacted plots I've mystically seen get it drawn out n surrounded by mist in a sleeve i swear to God I aint crazy.. I'm just … persistently me. |
This bimbo nothingness is just a pain in the arse
All I do is continue raisin' the bar for y'all to limbo under it Nigga's here get their anus done scarred By every Netcees member that they've be led in2 fuckin' with Should jet off on that menstrual like cycle, Let's get them pedals to fuckin' spin & straight up exit our lives fool... |
Why wreak havoc on these weak faggots.
All I see is average when you can't seize a pattern Breathe my lavishness and receive the damages. That heat they rambling is the creek I travel in. Ninja Turtle. You can just sit, spin & twirl... Catch a win or hurl ya stupid ass pen into a tilt a whirl. That shit don't make sense...so it doesn't make dollars. |
green jellybeans.
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Peep this jelly scheme, in ya gut, make ya belly scream
15, a smelly teen, swipe right on ya celly screen. move motion, motion move, make the potion groove. get the soap to use, I dont understand most of you. the armament, a further lack of unknown common sense a commoner, with a common pen, honor for no honorin make a move, step left then let your ideals digest. IRS tried pulling a quick one over the eyes of the blind attach that iron lung as close to my iron side... my hands are iron like, now I got stiff jeans... now its time to go dance to Billie Jean |
Ponder. It's here. Something's inside us.
Moderate to severe ulcerative colitis. |
leave it to the aforementioned
to act more freshman than the new kids. stupid. blame congruence on inability to grow now thats a new twist! actors that claim to go through it with alcohol & a taste for shitty music. swallow ya pride folks then pay it forward then leave on a high note. sanctity tainted while hanging naked like one of Michelangelo paintings everything is basic but amazement remains regardless if its the same thing. whether you change it or not the fact remains, its still the same thing. unmotivated master throwing quills on the back of an ostrich thoughts off topic, gas low with the E light on 8 ball corner pocket next to the pad I write on. idiocy tends to get my sight wrong. or is it being nonchalant with the price off send out the next page with the email newsletter forget sanity & pride, its time to see who is better |
This fuck misdirects rap,
It's his callin' & this trick Only gets guests to clap, The rest are callin' you bitch kid I'm scaldin' with spits, Your hardly legit & withdrawin' from hits I don't spar when I rip, When I come weak it means your swallowin' piss Netcees is followin' this Yeah mods I'm up & about, So watch what the fuck ducts from ones mouth I gracefully bow, While half of y'all bend over & start clutchin' the couch Every statement I make is cremation, Cats keep askin' favors from me like some fuckin' Harlem base head You should be askin' to be put in your place Which is last, & back on the wait list I knew you was a faggot first time you asked if bitches had faces Your hardly Witty, Your bars are shitty & that's been said already You'd have more of a flow if you squirted thru your pregnant titties Let's face it, An alias just means you can get punk'd via faceless deception & that makes you soft as the Pope's fuckin' wasted erections Who needs safety protection? Nigga toy guns don't spark, You bitches are stuck on the net here like tons of that carp. |
Wait till someone pulls ya card
you fools know who you are. hid behind the scenes wishin ya rhymes was mean. go head...read the lines between. faggot, ya shots wouldnt hit straight with a infrared beam. toss dollars at the stripper. you do anything just to get with her. dollar menu dinners in the middle of winter. every punch I land will turn you to Gilligan skipper. take aim at whoever want it better pay your cut or catch the audit. like we worried about change tbh. flip any style you like for teh lulz rip any style you like.... cross ya heart hope to die. bored again...on to the next style |
Ayo,
Try & stay on my level while I meddle with veteran's G Y'all couldn't find anythin' ill with the help of a medical team Even my seminal stream seems to be trapped in your jaw Man I hope your gift of gab is better then you wrappin' a job 'Cause it happens a lot, You forgot that it's chemicals that I eat kid With genitals in each fist your about as credible as 50's fuckin' beef is My rhetoric's directed, Who said we'd learn best to battle you? Not to tattle but I don't rattle herbs that are dressed as rappers dude We all fuckin' laugh @ you, In fact y'all know what a bigot is? All of our heads put together would never be as big as his. |
cool stuff guys keep it up
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Compare this muddy shoe to the bloody boot.
the things I kick would leave you & your buddy blue. their faces is what you would compare putty too. green with envy now compare em to Gumby too. rang in the new year with absence upon most minds. watch the road wind leaving tracks on the hold line. you are caller 7, hold for a second, gone the whole time. leave a message after the beep, we will call on our own time. despicable, predictable outcome when need is necessary soon youll both be ready to up & see the cemetery. leave a note near each body to read when they ready. its dawn now, hands washed with my clothing washed out. the moment is gone now but the story continues. you can feel the anxiety & build of worry in you. nah, the idea is ridiculous & the motive is slightly off. in fact the whole idea just might be gone? either way I dream of better times for those that follow the flows that follow, hints & fun shit that arose in a bottle. swallow 12 capsules & split each one between each grin they havent seen him since the idea of 3D prints. now I just been blue like the Will Smith genie since. forgot I was still rhyming...gotta go |
Ayo...
After researchin', I could say your wack in the worst way But all I see is - This was a nice bar but Ex, You do know that that shit's played & you stutterin' mutherfuckers wonder why you don't sit up in first place You could probably lose the use of your brain & not fuckin' focus Chokin' hopeless & I bet, No one even noticed These so called veterans crossed me, Check it - Bitches stepped to the boss They haven't passed a battle but mastered the art of acceptin' a loss Dudes if you were any stupider you'd be in the darkness & lost Always wearin' your bike helmets & gettin' the best parkin' spots Kids tryna be gangsta, All dope & poppin' You tricks thought rockin' time meant goin' for coffee These dicks will wear it, My disses of sick merits You ain't kickin' no more nigga's like minutes after a miscarriage. |
tell the bartender keep filling my glass
no point in concealing my stance. the way that I am feeling is grand. I remember the blood filling each strand the face of horror is still in my mind. wondering how others are dealing with life. if you saw what I saw... how would be able to see the end of the night the start of a new day pretending its nice. all these moments that are kept inside. are just dusted memories getting swept aside. who am I to object to life. but that doesnt change what I see in death |
Ayo,
Poisoned lives all gassed up, Feelin' free to throttle throats No stoppage for this shit, I drown myself in bottles that hit quick & then swallow boats So temptin' that outta all of the sins I'm the only one worth endin'...? Earth blendin', Send life in2 a frenzy... Cure envious sloths enjoyment Pride for prejudice? Make an appointment... I've already found your poison Self esteem has felt it's genes, Full of date stoppers & weight watchers I'll break profit, Make stoppin' of all heart harvest & see who embarks farthest Welcome to the picnic, Filled with a bunch of Pyknic midgets Sip on the villain bitch, Your self conscious without a conscience & ripped from the skillets slashed on some nonsense shit is not what the feelin' is Reality is beyond my thinkin', Above one's head is a God like bein' That I don't believe in fully... & yet I'm always tryna continually fuckin' see this pussy. |
Armed to the teeth, pardon the speech.
the flow I contain parted the seas. searching for another garden to eat. stuck in the middle of war with the weak. vacate the premises, en garde... technique of excalibur, swing sword better call a manager to bring forth. found the talentless that yall sing for. a dingbat with a slingshot springs forward. battle with Goliath protect the village giants fall grounds shake promoting spillage. consider them dammed, a cup to fill with... tears in a bucket, years of fuck it. jibber jabber battle rappers & fears of nothing. motivated by bitter rabble spit so clear of substance. most forgot what the pen does. look how many fucks he done sent up. the uselessness of the masked man extended his arm greeting with a backhand now he dance using jazz hands. thats the tip of the ice berg sonny out early for time served dummy. why bother this is light work for me... |
forget the yolks give em that egg white
Im baked on greens, syrup got my head right deer in the headlights over a fresh slice. toasted & buttered up until the next life. my strength like caffeinated cinnamon spice get your bare minimums right, get em tight flow with the lemon tide where I swim is nice line em up, get em tired, real persistent liars hooked in the lines, where they twist in wires puppets served quickly unless given fire you roll when you see weed so if this is right then idk what else to say. I just served breakfast in a senseless way |
The embers blaze
If i were to send it, i'd get sent away I write wet, penning lakes with venom traces, and dive depths You can't record. Shoot, planet: bored Feels are threatened Reconnection to the phantom port All ants to corpse, enchanted forest Camera forcefed.the branches mourn us My vibes dampen your nest Smokes follows me around the fire of her camping fortress Once they've been crowned a liar You can't ignore it. Just stands like BLAM, enormous Fan the horse shit, it doesn't change it Stay getting abandoned by those you think you can run away with Fuck today, bitch 4:20 Puff n blaze shit Fluxuation Consciousness Always on the cusp of raising Remember try to not to sabotage Everything drops and breaks when you try to grab it all |
serve it raw for the taste test
filet these fish & lay em adjacent left for the wetting, rice rains quick you allergic then just lay sick most folks favor the vegetation brains knocked with sense, hey kid listen clap your hands to make aware the pigeons scatter friends, there is an infringement leaving the living in an odd position imagine the things I could garner with them forgotten prisms wrapped in lost wisdom Gods children playing with what Gods given gifted & Gods vision, take a whiff of what Gods sippin persuade odd mischief & associate God with it cause you aint got bitches plus you aint got vision roll spectacular with the vernacular. back-flip over amateurs votes for me are unanimous pen nicknamed Excalibur roll weed in tinctures from Africa take a trip down the rabbit hole where the white kids speak spanish holmes & the dark skin roam the catacombs scooby snacks & a magic poem what a melon daphne we cant elope pack rat back at home with rapture flows acid spit with a armadillo shell got you holding back tears biting pillows well rubbing off nice knowing the brillo helps overtaken like when Bilbo fell. go to sleep kids, Elmo tales... |
Opposite the roundabout defected prime formula
regenerate secret sciences laced the transformable the light resides inside the eyes of neighboring suns flagrant runs traveling spirits forsaken at once for fun he rebuilds his rose from outside within unfolding vortex pin point the spin eyes wide like they took a hit of stims Pull the brakes and run painted gloves sacred love pressure pump hydrogen explodes change the mode talent in a cloud of smoke improbable lifetime my life lines are fucking distant answer this million dollars for ya wisdom monitors dance before the system Duplicate Its landscapes the enemy's fake your thoughts arrive late how much energy it takes bright capitalist gemstones and white abacus Offending baby momma's and all the slight averages winged journalist i write pacifist mimic your motive masochist The branded circuitry best buy with the urgency wise chip owls with the fly shit head turn im listening throughout the sail Vicious electrons fry kids behind the veil above the fictional peasant ascending background blends in this dimension building direction The lecture charged get sent back to the land of nod feel the stars get left beaten with a can of lard buried in the sod silhouettes in the fog killing god he's was never really there at all shadows on the wall standing tall daft punk who would of dare thunk the square cut flares your ears up batman fears thus first degree with the clear pus message behind a postcard impossible curses don't really go far ... |
You ain't Alex Tribec and this ain't Jeopardy
So don't ever fucking question my expertise I wrap my hands around the mics neck and squeeze, it'll never breathe Named my sword Will Smith, the blades edge will give you six degrees Of separation, put your body parts on a stake and build an effigy I'm a belligerent, hedonistic sex fiend.. Who never asks bitches nicely to "undress please" Tearing clothes off these bitches like they wearing Luka's jersey Every time i chef up some bars they're hot think I'm cooking Curry I could go on forever man but what's the hurry? I am immortal, the wear of age could never hurt me |
sleeping. not really. really just speaking.
yes, a mental riot seeking. apple-candy dandruff house keeping. thinking. what was spoken is like a chucky cheese token. redeem for a lesser prize currently broken. seamstress sally hozen. ok good night, Mr. J, are you dozing? |
Under packed earth, is that the question you're posing?
Reversing that birth, if the blessing is potent I shamble like the walking dead, an endless talking dead With quoteables and postables a psycho stalker read I got topics from tropics, apocalypse and weed A contrary combination, fertiliser quips for seeds Clean the rust off, the dirt out, the revolution Continues from 20 years ago on RB.com |
Thread starter here. Shout out to @Mr. J. In this thread he is the GOAT; his technique unmatched. Tribute to him: so tight and communicative.
// The Soviet child; Son of a lesser god: Psychobabble in an apple. Apple: DNA unravels - here it rattles Power Lord! On high in the hour. Battle fourth! Let me on high, Lord! In bagfulls'; if not, then by capsules (of course) My big stratagem, In the world Lord, Seeks out, brings in: the palpable, the coarse Picked apples. The masculine with apes, and damsels The LIGHT. Set my eyes on high, Lord! Channel, channel. Channel number five. Animal. Animals. They' all singing live. Thesis, thesis. In between the species In the time of Jesus. In the name of Love against telekinesis . In half the hour, Jesus Falls. Falls. Water falls. Channel, channel. Channel alive. Animals. Animal. Animal telekinesis dies |
Dragon much? So repetitive slut
Animal this, animal that How's about be a cannible bitch Might get fed better...if you switched you're style up & from anus you trick. |
Ridicule hangs off the lips of the lost
Money talks and this is a different cost Same old kicks with different socks Dipped in Lacoste, from a distant plot Humble pie dropped into the mixing pot Significance is the missed facade I bake in the sun, raise the stakes and I'm done The rats have been waiting for the crumbs How much gluttony does it take to succumb? The game played but at the expense of breaking a thumb Look at the time it took awaiting the one. It's all wrong now, he is adjacent to none Continue breaking it up, these dreams I'm awaking you from Mere throwaways, lost from the craziest one Which is I, bullets fall as they finish kissing the sky Mark the day of engagement, witness the lies Dearly beloved ... The one that I covet. No one has did it like I does it Slipping in the substance... Mask on basking in cucumbers Refreshing... |
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