@emcee no one cares
 

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figured Id give you your post to leave you inspired
watch him perspire stepping out into the earths fire
volcano, I listen to metal face not the one you call Kano
saw the same flow that made me giggle at yall face yo
my flow bump like pimples its a place for your dimples
when you faced with riddles you like the taste of skittles
if you take the cake better keep it on your baking plate
get cut, crazy 88 put your body parts state to state..
envelopes & such with enough leftover to send em home
dudes spit so hard their thirst is easily quenched with hos
I aint tempted though I send a middle finger to those types
the competition is so hype, fuck from round here homeslice
get your own light & ride it out before you type it out
all I hear is silence now funny how life is when Im around..right?

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preciate the sentiment, the crazy 88 idea was a Kill Bill reference for teh lulz

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I laugh at kids that suffer from crack addiction
my sack is itchin from buggin out, last decision...
had me in the back of this 94 Cadillac with bitches
weed & syrup had me leanin with slanted vision
turn on the AC & dont crack them windows...
couple hours later your boy was back to business
responded to the call of duty promoting activision
I was on the run with a huge sack of fishsticks
Im nauseous, Im nauseous, thats the sickness
break up the watch & push back the minutes..
I think I made a mistake on my last decision
too subtle for anyone to figure out the bag of fishsticks
Im nauseous Im nauseous...

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I can't even read that shit? My hand signals "peace" that's it, then I'm outta here, leave mad quick cause your rap is weird. weak ass shit.

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When the Gavel Hits you turn to Scrabbled Bits,
Unravel Lyrics that Mangle Spirits,
Everlasting power Emanates from the God Head,
Which will remain till the end of time when the Apes are All Dead,
Choose the righteous path or your Faith is Darkened,
The aim of life is to inquiry Truth and Desire Enjoyment,
Blessing the Mic with Cypher Deployment,
That relieves the stress in minds and Perspire Rejoicement,
Aquire Atonement healing with water and earth using Fire as Ointment,
In heaven preparing for Religious Rites, Illuminating with Indigenous Light,
Chakras burning like solar energy Distinguished Bright,
splendidly rejuvinating and Healing Sight,
Extinguish your Might to Relinquish the Fright,
Make all your particles visibly Diminished on Site,
Curse of the Blasphemous Only pure hearted souls shall Possess the Knowledge of Truth,
To have the Word Marvelous compressed in a verse to Encourage the Youth,
My principal type of gold is What looks like Rubbish to You,
Like Krishna can Stop wars in the World by composing a melody of Love with the Flute,
Braham is the highest God in Hinduism, the healer giving a Class of Spiritism,
We can also Achieve supreme enlightment through the Path of Buddhaism,
Vishnu is each being and when the Hopelessness Instills,
He manifests Himself in action Consciousness and Wills,
Absolute Teachings from the Institution of Dreaming,
Brahma the principal god propelling power into Involution of Beings,
Giving them a physical body and Mutual Feelings,
In a path of Devastation Vishnu the propelling force through Prana Sensation,
Intellectual and spiritual facultiies that Awe with Limitations...

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while they waiting for revivals picking out rivals
Im on the side picking at vitals until I can easily guide you
they dont practice but they sitting at the recitals?
my judgement is final, if its a challenge, Id be surprised too.
if I write rhymes like you Id say shit like...like
40 caliber rifle shot right through your eye view
My best friend Michael likes to ride his bike blue
being less mindful he rides through traffic like BOOM
time screwed with his life too, schizophrenic idols
viewing videos viral, because he tried to vy too..
he wanted a rival & dressed as a cake with a title
he was liable to go crazed because no one liked too
like you....

or some shit like that whenever I try to battle boredom
but here I am in the OM section of a discussion active forum
downloading from an inactive torrent looking for old films
isnt that a Kodak? I just snapped with some old film......
because I cant think of a rhyme that rhymes with film
but maybe I should stop here & try to watch those films...

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Sucker you better RUN cause I gotta GUN
you gonna be the ONE, BANG BANG ya DONE
when that THANG RANG ya boys are SLUMPED
homey WHAT find me where ya BRAINS AINT
SAME GAME different JUMPS different LUMPS
I dont give a FUCK riding with my CHAIN GANG
SLANG CAINE from a CUP while slapping BUTT
back it UP 400 degrees up in the SHADE MAYNE
whats the RUSH its PAY DAY change is for CHUMPS
DUMPster SLUTS look how the GAME CHANGED
HEY HEY my HEYDAY in reverse like the BUS
beep beep homey WHAT my cousin name DAY DAY
what a STRANGE WAY to be earning them BUCKS
blap blap in the CUT, homey....WHAT

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Yo baby boy cant take a joke...
take a seat, take a rope...
jump off & try to make it choke
put you in a stone masons home
illuminati
rollin in the bugatti
feeling John Gotti
writing so godly
my template got me
sendin steel from the shotty
turn up the radio & party
cut lines down & snot me
snort me? prolly...
I dont give a piss in the potty
write shitty on tp...
watch me
this is so easy
so gaudy
woop woop
thats the sound of the police
try to make sense in your own rhymes
puuuhhhhhleeeease

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the cell is in my mental I send signals to the spaceship
my defense tells my senses to get through the wall & break shit
safety off with a great kick, let me show you my fields goal
decipher the foundation & steel sword that I now wield....so.....
its the visionary, make ya soul jam when I start to pick berries
turn their wisdom cherry colored, daily news that their lip carries.
another distant vocabulary that translates to blindness & ignorance
between onesided single syllable sentences that I add an A too
so while you getting denied I roll that 47 Ronin and just spray you..
the artistic portrayal of a mad man with so many played tricks.
that when the day flips its just a new way to say the same shit.
Im between daily prayer & credo, a grin & a double dare to beast though.
blind swordsman who has seen his fair share of evil, compare the equals
keep a diabetic mindset, every shot at me is the cure to your sweetness
feed the boar when its teeth fixed, feeling unsure in the precinct...
a forgotten thesis that bares resemblance to tomb raiding & dead languages.
I never understood what they said....anguishes...
anxiousness...how do you get away with it?

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I drift in haze as all previous thoughts eclipse the day
the gymnast breaks concentration as time slips away.
Same shit, different day; leave every witness slain.
the point is given in vain...give that persistence away
send it with your pride off to where the winners hide
kisses from the lips of life, fare thee well, get it right.
get it on course, get inside, get it when the gitn is nice...
float away to a distant lie where all types of commitments die.
slip & slide. a different story for a different time.
the hands on the clock walk backwards, life of a distant mind
look at how commitment binds to persistence's height..
the ground is worse than the fall, Im cursing the hall
creating a diversion for yall, camped up internment with thought.
burning the ball of their heel, the stove isnt turning or off.
something is yearning to talk but thats absurd in this version of wall

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Pat a cake, pat a cake, Im winning in argyle
sinning with a smile while spinning in the aisle
Im picking up styles from the linen of a child
can I fit in? try to but I think innocence is vile
the mission of the wild is to over-exaggerate
let the soldier marinate & unfold the battered cake
the manager ate his fair share then kissed fair thee well
& that airy smell that lingers left me wary...hell...
if we are sharing cells you better be sharing well.
get the bucket & fuck it jack, in your errors fell...
a selfish smell that hits you like the soiled clothes
a well oiled soul will be renewed once boiled slow.
what a joyous role we all partake in for royal notes
I stain the glass looking more like a pain in the ass
displaying a act of brevity when Im inane in fact
or innate to that or is it just insane to state the fact?
Im brazen, blazin raps while you search for table scraps
bunny ears to the cable...what a way to act...
did you see that? get that mufucker to change it back
put it in the adjacent jack & lets watch with an angled slant
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dedicated & headstrong, developed in a dead thought
miracle worker using a desktop..
spinning like a hedgehog, killing it during red dawn.
watch out for the throw down & leg drop.
body chops & head shots,,,the finisher Sunset Hot
putting a dead to your garbage & cesspools
disrespect you, broadcast it & sell it as a rental
raised in South Central, with a degree & pedestal
the cell can call the jet through, mind-bend extraterrestrial
the heights you ascend to turn into a telethon type special
word to Ali them meteorites are Rocky & destructive...
my hobby is corrupted obscene to the eyes with substance
diseased in the mind with dumb shit, dodge & duck bitch
Im quacked on some Bugs shit, my finale for the public.
began with repugnance, I get HAM on them subs kid...
my manners are fuck it, take the receipt & brag to the public
I go bananas with a blunt lit & a bag full of pumpkins...
the impact of the gun power will snap like a sunflower.
the reload make the punks cower...ashes to run around her.
Rosie O Donnell, Perez & Buck Rogers....moonlighting as a Son donor...
you'll get run over before I eat my lunch partna...
my delivery & my puns hotter, the willy nilly & bug poacher...
hand on a unplugged holster & let the hunch drop ya...
madness on a drunk saga while, Ill turn your mind into a slug owner...
clap for that flag that you hug...soldier....

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Here for fun, but never stop till im dun, sun, i cannot succumb,
On a Big Pun Drum I RIP shit,
The Unrealistic critic, sold by a speculative gimmic,
Break off the limits and kill all the critics,
rocketship spirits,
Go up explode left heartless sharp lyrics,
Like shrapnel I'm ample to end beef like cattle,
Preception has become peoples collection of memory
Search for identity

I turn your whole squad into a Human centipede
if you brown nose you shit faced, it makes sense to me.
a lack of gentry standing in the back seat mentally.
theres 3 other seats but you try getting next to me?
IM SNATCHIN THAT HELMET I cant help it, blessed me...
theres another penalty that put me a few yards back
putting more air through these fools, full on lifeguard attack
I pen each lyric on some type of erotic pad...
when I finger through the blood I get a dollar back.
get it in early cause Im on my manana swag.
the king got em shook like where my maracas at?
Ill put your career to loading up a McDonalds bag.
have you crashing the couch at your grand mamas pad
have you serving up more bites than a piranha pack
school or whatever....
abuse the punks sweater...
take his shoes....& whatever

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Your guardian angel I spit game to the heavenly bitches
tellin them chill girl the clips rain & Im deadin these bitches
but 7 in your wife with the other 7 in your mistress...
theres so much to game you have to learn my blessed apprentice
if 9 of them witness then thats fucked with a capital h brah
thats a battle for 8 odds sending them off to based god
praise the spaceships & apricots I got another bone to pick
the point is a bowl of shit you can put that on all your paper bwoi
my joints play DJ before the beat down I tell ya make some noise
I sip poison with a broken lip that splits with the daily word
lick wounds with salt in a tequila shot with & catered worm...
for 20 years in that bottle he sat, you gotta pay homage to that
treat a sweet 16 between where you would bondage that ass.
I got a problem with cats but my dawgs howl if you wantin them scraps
I send prayers with the ashes & the rest of this sunrise.
if I blow on them bastards the mirrors pop like SURPRISE!!!
you bound to shower in that shit, Lebroning in the freshest whiff
takeover like pestilence, strike...shut up Donnie...your out of your element

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yo....my boy best friends name is Livingsteen
Livingstein? imagine where I fix each treat...
boil the cauldron & kick it to a high degree..
what you tryna be? the eye of the future is blind...
& I see...got a pair of mittens to control heat
binging on my 4th week, look at what they sold me...
when I bust a rhyme I say....gimme some more...
listening to busta rhymes like....gimme some more...
my mind spirals in Capital Punishment & Liquid Swords
track 12 off of Cuban Linx with a feature from Nas.
the depiction of art when the boss starts twisting ya arm
pick em apart I lift my blunt that sits on the bar...
you dream about young money & Nicki Minaj
I dream of fortunes behind the oasis of a mirage..
my physics sends me to the distance of the stars
now Im feeling odd...now Im feeling like God...
I see the galaxy floating around me....wow..