A True Emcee(EndSane,Genocide,Natural, King Keith)

[EndSane]

Was on old netcees...One of my favorite pieces Us four done tbh...Just felt like posting again

Natural:
I be a true emcee its all i breathe, sleep, and, eat, I vibe to beats
I collect that inner strength thats deep in me to craft my steeze
I rap and rhyme with relax & ease even catch me hash a free
Confident not bashfully strongest to casually cause u casualtys
Baffling you whack half ass rappers Happily with my strategy
i'm straight packin heat when i body ah hotty scheme accurately
Monsterous slaughtering constant consciencness slobbering
I clobber the flow and ejaculate the oddities on all of these
People with no remorse or apologies i'm a flow balla beast
The doctor of Assault and Battery Badly Battering and ravaging
Corpses, lavishly, savagely with the tomahawk hatchet mastery
I'm out of the cage, tore out of it like plastic, destined to wreck havoc
It's about time, cuz finally ive had it, i'm slayin this illmatic
Explosion on deck my swag is corrosive to most ah tha vets
Adjust the dosage potent correct, i'm demanding respect
CodeMan the bandit i guess i brandished the weps damage is done..

Genocide:
I talk about the shit I survived, relationships -prison and time
The basic shit, simple designs, how chronologically we live and let die
I hope we find a better system next time, but fuck it I guess
A true emcee never backs down, he writes something instead
Hunts with a pen, to put food on the table if its nothing but bread
Goes hard in the storm, sworn, until his life fucking comes to an end
Doesn't pretend, cause I ain't got no fucking friends to convince
Besides, I'm pretty confident that no one better exists
My magnun opus is a letter to him, because he's either dead or a kid
And ill deliver it myself, to the whole that the devil is in
I'll never settle for shit, without a fucking argument first
Cause I will never be bitch, long as I got a heart and it works
Pardon the verse, I only curse to get across a serious thought
It doesn't take an eavesdrop to know your hearing is hard
Superior, dark, I feed upon inferior frauds with serious fangs
If you remember one thing, my fucking theory is BANG!!!

Hook:
A True Emcee don't be flashin no guns
He shoots his victims with vernacular son
He's full of wit, the only imaginative one
We are true emcee's on spectacular runs

EndSane:
It’s a lyricist slang and in time I may go through a period of change
EndSane cause early I developed a furious rage and delirious brain
Clearly the strange was fascinating as I created sinister sacraments
True emcees practice this perfecting there craft above the average shit
I turn the fastest pen and burn the masses with pure nerve and badness then
Some edit words with Photoshop I create jpegs with verbs and adjectives
No ass to kiss we rap that’s it, lifestyle of a master mind and wordsmith
Placing vivid imagery upon our canvas only to capture lines with purpose
After time it’s certain you become a diligent writer when feeling inspired
Natural talent shows but the skill is acquired…so hot you kill em with fire
The illest with style always staying true to your form proving its more
Not about losing the war but conquering the enemy and wooing his whore
Infusing the gore of my victims together I make ’em bleed for their beliefs
These douche bags gave me every reason to unleash the demon and the beast
You’re seeing the peace sign because the deuce doesn’t deal with baloney
You put-on the gold chain and baggy shit, man your only real as a phony..

King Keith:
Mastered the art of a concept, you should swim in my conscious
My thought process is complex but filled with logic & content
Bring life to particular objects, yeah, I bleed when I write
The imagery I paint is surreal, the diction quite strong when I type
Right? Imagine the skill if brought to the mic- hype & dopeness
Psyched & focused, light of Christ golden enough to ignite explosives
Gimmick emcees I might expose ya', your nakedness is shameful
Cuz y'all be plague'n the airwaves with that lazy shit & same bull
It's painful how hip hop died & was buried in casket
Due to worry & acid, a habit that always burned her while it lasted
Couldn't handle her absence so I meditated & spoke with Venus
She said, "Uncover her body, poke your penis & revive her with a stroke of genius"
You bastards should thank me, I wrote the thesis & gave birth to your motivation & drive
Fabricated the lines calibrated to enhance your fascination & vibe
Leave the competition assassinated, any witness'll feel the chill
Truth is truth, a lies a lie.... but real recognize real.

Hook:
A True Emcee don't be flashin no guns
He shoots his victim's with vernacular son
He's full of wit, the only imaginative one
We are True Emcees on spectacular runs