Namix

[namix]

"vs. Wasta / Charles"
05-13-2003

Wasta says “Im busy”… textcee code for “prewritin til I gut my fingers”..
Kid makes more ‘excuses for bein late’ than incestuous sluts on Springer.

At least ur sig states the facts kid..
u knew Massive Was Ta be ur last rip; ‘n id put it in the past bitch..
but ur ‘bloodsheds’ so messy.. i forgot where I buried the hatchet!
u cabbage patch kids cant hack it; my skill’s resounding so listen..
I heard Wasta’s can blaze too, but only on the grounds of religion.
im poundin this bitch in… twistin ur spine til it starts to skew ‘n coil
…then I’ll open wide your chest ‘cavity’.. and make it chew on foil!!
dont provoke sword strokes, i use throats for my restraining sheath
its no surprise ur mouth is ajar.. but its no longer containing teeth!
proclaim defeat, shot ‘n smothered, with ur riders to jock eachother
I’d kick ur ass….. but im sure that Stayt of Mynd has got it covered
its not that ur crap with rap alone, thats why u braggin alarms me..
Wasta, u really just ‘suckin general’.. like any other fag in the army

"vs. Atari Logic"
10-27-2001

ur as sporadic as the weather is, so get the jist if ur clever bitch
some kids have a foggy memory of you…but your never mist
clown my race? by the looks of His-panic I presume hes shook
cuz i’ll always be more than ya Esse… like a volume of books
im still quick to kill it, leavin stitches in squares like quilts bitch
my skills sick to the bone...look kids, hes still trying to Milk his!
stomach hurts cuz ur wordy mouth, it never deserved my brow
ya ur corny shit gave me a-cyst in the past...but ulcer’ve it now
DARE to win, i kno what thats like, u didnt pass the class right?
cough up the courage to win? he OD’d on robotussin last night!
i’ll teach him to be a fighter, ya’ll can just save the repentance
Atari’ll never say Die after this, or use my name in a sentence!
look at what the predictors tell… what u provin? bitch you fell!
u slipped down a couple notches like when u undo Richards belt

"vs. Butler"
10-21-2003


look…

^is that supposed to be his battle-cry?!? haha, im far from shook
cuz his wackness is like his girl problem, it only starts with looks
i seen the unoriginal rhymes hes bustin, ‘n he wants to top mine?!
Butler’s drops might be a dime a dozen, but he dozen drop dimes
fuck ur alias! i got past it fast, n i’ll hit u so hard that i cash the ash
im not sure if “But is Dope”...but right about now his Ass is Grass
I bash broads with my brass balls, then slap ya for every rap flaw
and if thats ur last straw…then practice drinkin with ur glass jaw
i told him God dont like fags, hoping that he would be born again
but he was already makin religious movement…towards Mormen
u blow like the gayest grenade, I’ll win and aint even playin afraid
because like Butler in my Shadow… i have this Maid in the Shade
MODs aint gettin THAT strict, so why are you about to rebuttal?
ya size matters…but ur dick could fit in a sig without any trouble
he’ll never be compared to ill… i’ll be easily defeatin this rookie
cuz i got the lions share of skills…and Butler cant even get pussy
and imma keep bruising your pride, until u fuckin lose ur head
i love everything that chews u alive, but i’d still choose u dead
The Butler put me to work?!? fuck no, i aint helping you whore
i know you hear death knocking… so show yourself to the door

[namix]

"The Gates Debate" - topical by Plato & Dynamix
July 2003

ya'll ever really see this? saw plato come back and remembered this collab, its good shit.

namix = intro, closer & 'soul'
plato = voice of heavens & damnation

A Final Choice: The Gates Debate ---- By Plato and Dynamix

-July 2003

*The menial matters of everyday subside with our life’s demise. Yet Death arrives an illusion, disguised as conclusion, and one final choice will arise. For God provides freewill in lives, and amidst deaths shrill disguise He’ll devise one question that still survives. Though He’d advise the eternal prize, the reward relies on what the soul decides, if one abides: behold the skies, if one denies: the soul will fry. As love and hate collides, debates will rise and they’ll comprise of the King of Skies and Prince of Lies. You’ll see both sides that they provide, so answer wise as you reply and bear in mind that we inscribe the last sentence in our book of lives.*

Voice of the Heavens:
Aspiration devoured by the lonely souls across the road
Join me and watch euphoria unfold and truth be told
Omnipotent everlasting God can give eternal ecstasy
Stop living for the moment n start living for centuries
Predominant pleasure in a scale unable to measure
Metaphysical treasure, every dream fulfilled forever

Soul:
reminisce on heavens benevolence, no good gleaming through,
If a loving God can create crack babies, What Would Jesus Do?
I believed in you...prayers dispersed til it was all suddenly worse
some arc’hitect, I Noah thing or two bout you flooding the earth
in a sense my innocence was abandoned, a front, a grand facade
when u saw me turn the other cheek, it was for the Hand of God

Voice of Damnation:
Firing ballistic hate with sadistic Satan
Stop procrastinating there is no reason for debating
Temptation draws your wearily essence closer
Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life sober?
The time of your subjective apocalypse has approached
I know you don’t believe in God that arguments a slippery slope

Soul:
two straws and one glass, alas the story taunts have tore me
i dont wanna sell my soul to Satan, but God wants it for free
...you’re familiar voice has instilled my choice since adolescence
materialistic obsessions; like Satan, I lived through Possessions
i count my blessins with discretion…ur argument tells the truth
but if Gods tenderness is nonexistent... who In Hell are you?

Voice of the Heavens:
Don’t fall victim to the devils vicarious vices
Choose your path wisely or pay high prices
Your life grip slipped, now follow the crowd
Sail away on the boat that kisses the clouds
Wishes coruscate the lining of heavens walls
Everyone’s attention on you, your desired enthralled

Soul:
What ur impelled to sway excels dismay and shelves cliché
if I rebel His way ur compelled to say i’ll have ‘Hell to pay’?
I’ll spell my pain, its well displayed on an earth dwellin day
where the good always fell to prey…while the selfish pray!!
..yet your angelic apparition aspires altruism, nevertheless
now I could give a ‘damn in the least’…and heaven at best

Voice of Damnation
Figure a world without any drugs and no casual sex
Can you imagine no strip clubs, parallel reality check
Gambling and violence are part of mankind’s triumphs
Go with him and your voice will become silenced
Vibrant eyelids cloud God’s one-sided impunity island
Am no tyrant it’s the churches ideas of me that’s misguided

Soul:
Temptations mark hearts with abrasions... you dealt the thirst
much of the evil you provide in afterlife was my hell on earth!
despite God’s gift of choice, im indecisive as a mountain is still
For nothing in life was ‘free’, I wish God left it “out of my will”
A fountain of chills are amounting in spills, absent eyes tear..
one argument has darkened in the light, my decision is clear.

* You walk a path alone in your days, but its shown through his rays, even as the final stone is engraved. If you don’t desire His grace, a fires ablaze for you to embrace. When life is a maze God will amaze if you trace the prints he’s laid. Though His message conveys mysterious ways its your choice to give praise, delay or betray. The ultimate question you face, is not a lesson or race, a matter of taste, or a step on a ladder of haste. It displays your place and stays awake to gaze through a haze of dismay. For God has made your soul with Freewill bestowed, and awaits to see what you’ll make of it today.*

[namix]

Burd.
..yea i'm fly

Join Date: May 2007
Location: ireland.
Posts: 214
that girls name shit was sick


vs Peter Parker
08-21-2003

Irootnog: you know what I write when I come hard
Irootnog: I don’t bash women, I diss bitches

i dont bash women either!!

i just make PP rinse my dishes, kids gay n this depicts it
Peter only gets hard-on himself, when he disses bitches
he thinks his spittin amazes so he’s not admittin i’ll blaze his
he hears the fat lady, but thinks the bitch is singin his praises
i procrastinated this showdown in the past, knowin i’d kill ya fast
but now that this battle is afoot.. i’ll show u why ur skills are ass
dont tell me whats dope punk, i’ll kick ‘n shit stomp on those
lets see if Peter knows a good punch if it hits him on the nose
thinks he holds the board together good, but this tool is bent
Allen screws a lot of wood…and he dont even use a wrench
nameplays are ur best attribute!! shame ur lame with them too
bitch I could flip Peter Parker, but I don’t play with my food
“Dy n Cry rejoin my crew, boohoohoo,” continue to drool me
this battles like ur love letters, its gona end with Yours Truly.
i’l check his threads, the day fatty quits bitchin n boards his kitchen
i’d ‘drop some feed in Parks’, but he’d fight for it with the pigeons
I’d say quit while ur ahead, but u’d never stop with this shit then
u’d have to leave bboys forever before we’d say “good-writtens”
my girl said to go easy on u, ‘n ur dissin her? damnit P thats shitty!
she fought for ur life, now she quit the save the manatee committee
Mak Twitz gave u some confidence, but fuck that im just laughin P
ur ego was filled by compliments, but the glass was just half “MT”
ur sayin u’ll beat me to the ground? clearly ur just bustin jokes
cuz the only thing your taking down here is some fuckin notes
beat SC? u only say shit when knaws here, takin all us is doubtful
knawledge.. please teach ur bitch not to talk with his mouth full.
but u long to be in SC, ‘n ur left on the bench to admire our shine
Peter will pine us forever… and he’ll forever be riding the pine.
noobs know ur skill is nada, so ur quick at lendin them a dick
u only got the name Tilted Saga, cuz u wanna bend over Epic
bad kids are just wastin their time ya’ll, so jesus just be straight
and stop tellin wack-ass nobodies their decent, for Petes sake!

[namix]

vs. Immolate
07-06-2003

so hes got to say; Hails Finest: if we do 14 bars i’ll drop today
but fuck, whether i spit now or later immo drop ‘late anyway
im in all The Good Books, goin biblical wit scripts that u cherish
he never had a prayer, so im makin sure the bitch’s goin to Parish..
immo admitted he’s nervous… shit, i’ve got this chump so jumpy
his nerves are on the edge of Awol... n pullin a humpty dumpty!
ur skills hard to spellout like jewish holidays..im backstabin ya pal
n sendin ur blood vessels on a float trip down ur fukin spinal canal
im bustin ur crew like theres sometin to prove, i aint playin bitch
cuz im sick enuf to leave ur Clan-destine to lose, n reveal ur alias!

namix wins in a flawless



vs. Msea/Contradiction - DocSpitz bboys cash "4T" tournament champ match
07-31-2003

All ur bitten prewrittens got shit on, Robert.

ur rear was kicked the past 2 times, why’d u last the next day
Doc’s just gonna see more Fracture lines… on ur ass’s x-ray!
but keep “throwin up Tre’s”, cuz this battle is no slam dunk..
its more obvious i got 4T’s in the bag than homeless drunks
u know ur punked, i risk wastin my time to assure im tighter
i’d put my dick on the line, but we all know that your a biter
this faggot shoulda jumped ship, cuz in my mind he’s O for 3
n if I toss all gay men over board, we’d find ‘m all over ‘Sea
ur religiously beaded like a rosary, so stop proving your felt
if JPhilly feels ya top notch…its only when undoin your belt
n i really fuckin hate his style…this is sure to mind rattle msea
cuz only ill kids can make the finals, but yzeone not battlin me?
u were Phill’s secret treasure, but now he admits ur fuckin trash
‘n disses ur small measures, like he dont know whats up his ass
we should do a track if ur feelin it dude!! haha im just lying fag
before sharing a needle with u, I would rather fuckin die of aids
im not showin remose kid, u sayin ur ill is crazy even in a fable
but ur never holding ur horses, so i’ll leave all ya vitals in-stable
i’ll be KO’n this tool, workin msea like he magically got the job
u say im always ‘droppin jewels’.. so explain this flawless Rob!

namix wins in a flawless



vs. September Jr. (battle 1)
08-18-2003

September Jr. (9/11 jr.)

My opener’s merely in honor of the kid that made his name off Richard Corey nameplay

But u ruined that, these past summer months proved you slack
and everyone remembers that from September to Junior wack
i keep schedulin challengers, but i’ll find a place to lay him under
i checked my calendar, knowin Septembers days were numbered
say my breakdowns are confidence boosters? u need rocket ships
u tried to bite the only hand that feeds u, and it just socked ur lips
..crowds scream “dynamix!! dynamix!!”, when im packin stands
while ur shows are more like winnin this, cuz you have no chants
yet Sept still respects my taste, he’s even hoping to step my pace
wants to take after me so bad, riders are voting him second place
do audios if ur voice aint trash! imma lyrically unmask this faker
cuz like takin shits at dirty gas stations, your always ass on paper
I bottled up hate for ur crew…i’ll cap ‘em to feel normal again
tell ur fam to dress in all black, cuz the funeral is a 4mula-vent
:::::::We interrupt this blazing for a message to the voter:::::::
my every word smoked his verse..and I’ll be forever better kid
cuz in one line im droppin more fire, -man.. than 9/11 ever did

namix wins 8-2



vs. September Jr. (III)
September Jr..

I call this “Tic Tac Toe” cuz Dy O’s him his 3rd X

Dynasores and dynamite?
Someone hurry up and call the paramedics cuz Septs style hurts
9 11… you keep using played flips on my name, so Dy’ll yours
ur locations vague, but i said ‘i’ll coast thru this’, n thats pacific
..win? i kno u aint in the right state, cuz u Nevada chance in this
ur rhymes got goofy.. mickey, donald, and the entire disney line
your concepts never get my eye...but they get cornea every time
cuz u only talk nonsense! we never know where ur shits leading
..Sept thinks we check his ass out… but we’re really lip reading
some kids realize he’s snow good, but summer reasning for him
as September falls... i’ll get a spring in my step 4 season the win
and Septs arrogance will leave him bent, this fucks feeling tense
kid thinks he’s leavin big impressions.. but he’s just really dents
u’ll never beat me let it go, dont act like u’ll be good in this bout
if u say ur skill from head to toe, put ur fucking foot in ur mouth


vs. Da Biggest
08-09-2003
Quote:
Originally posted by DA BIGGEST
Now I'm 20 and have nothin to show for the last 20 years of my life is pretty sad
^I was about to say ur nothin! hmmmmmm, somethins funny here..
u knew id call ur life a joke, so beat to the punch by twenty years!
and this battles like ur drug addiction, looks like im makin it dope
so i’ll place numero ‘uno’, n like usual, u’ll just be ‘takin a dose’
u say ‘Dys wack’ to my back, but up front ‘Dys rhymes are real’
but keep playin the middle road, i’l play drunk behind the wheel
fuck callin hours, its no secret he wont be seein a grievin minute
but i let the cat out the bag, cuz ya’ll want me to leave him in it
best be believin predictions, kid sucks n lives down on his knees
so if u say ya mouth dont drop for me, its just all around a Big Ts
crowds usually chant nouns, if urs is heard i’ll be taken by storm
n caught wit my pants down, so ur girl screams its adjective form
u sense make no! im bout to show how ur very slow in ur thought
I hope u followed that cliffhanger, cuz this punch is throwin u off
yo im more vicious than this bitch’s itch for fixes after quit’n shit..
so consider my ass in ecstasy, cuz your never gonna be kickin it.

u drug addicted chicken shit


Namix wins 10-1

[namix]

vs. Da Bone
05-30-2003

Call me gay for attention or a soulmate? what ya got now?
kid lives by his instincts, and the gay clubs two blocks down
u know who rocks sound, u love my shit from hello to outtie
da kids even named after the thing he loves most about me
tho this post is rowdy, i’ll say ur good just cuz I luv to shock
but u wont connect to illness, when I figure out buddy-block
u signed up at a good time, we almost had a homo-outage
my skill is illa fo rill, hands down... and i “no Bones about it”

namix wins in a flawless



vs. Controversial
06-22-2003

I guess the thought of killing u as a fetus was not so distorted
it ended up being Controversial anyway, shoulda got it aborted
so why u wanna war kid? ur a pussy, shit, the worst, abhorin..
Con-verses are wack! havent liked em since the first Air Jordan
u never get ur “crowd holdin up arms”, thats vital to mention
so just forget about it like Charlton Heston at rifle convention
u say u can come ill if u want? whatcha ‘Harborin’ notions for?
u kept ur skill at bay, now they’ll be found on the ocean floor!
I got flows in store, im doubting ur talent, thats not so pers’nal
my skills undisputed, meanin the winner wont be controversial

namix wins in a flawless


vs Peter Parker (second battle)
05-13-2004

aiight Allan u lil Alabama pixie-stick thick dick dixie chick,

u kno, its sad Diana died, she was the royal family’s strong half
what that gotta do wit ur style? they both Dyna-steeze gone bad
his nameplays are Allan bad taste! Yo, white breads for snacks
sour dough is for pizza…but im certain Pita is not bred for rap
ur styles sorry as fuck, in fact fuck aint even as apologetic as it
i/t/2/u/female dog/ <-- this is me breaking it to you bitch
quit pretendin shit thats wrong, n sayin ur ahead of my time too
cuz id be ur girlfriend wearin a strap-on, if i was Ages behind u
but ya, u can eat E-quell! u prolly sprinkle it on ur burgers fatty
the way Equel son’d u, u should call him ur fukin Sugar Daddy
my favorite number is 7, but i don’t need luck in this to win it
his is 3.14159265, ect…cuz its the only pi his fatass cant finish
u quit battlin, started flowin weak! jesus christ kid, ur no emcee
imma expose the bitch in u, cuz she been ghostwritin ur poetry!
its over geek, get back to kickin that fiction u pull from college
i dont blame u for bein a smart ass, its fukin full of Knawledge
next challenger dudes! Allan is thru, wackest clown in his crew
i said i live by the sword, he said ‘cool i live by ex-kaliber too!’
now quit talkin that shit, “imma die!” boohoo, walk it off bitch
my spit leaves u so breathless ur lung cancer called me for tips!

ooooh.

namix wins in a flawless

[namix]

vs. Stayt of Mind
05-29-2004

Aiight Ben…

i know this battle has kept him up at night like a horrible snore
cuz im gonna be fucking upstayt like sex in northern new york
next week is already the sweet sixteen…shame im serving you
your like the North Pole, cuz neither of u will ever get past 32
ur shits more played than a hendrix guitar, why act like its hard
its like handicap wombat gymnastics with how badger flips are
he shoulda been in Vin Diesels new flick, kid would be the best
cuz Chronicles of Riddick is a story based on his history in text
this kid is always riding the vets, and speakin of you and lovers
Alarm gets you up……and he don’t even need to use a buzzer
theres a lexus and a hummer, maybe a jaguar and a cadillac yo
…………but Benz been owned by every single rapper i know
and in closer, ur not even mediocre, so stop pretending it queer
kid u wouldnt even stand above Norm as a bartender in cheers

namix wins

[namix]

vs. TimeVirus (round 2)
4-12-2004


Top 5 Battlers on BB (2004)

1. Dynamix (what can be said.. everthing out dudes mouth is fire)
2. TimeVirus ( TV! .. one of the sickest n most consistent battlers to ever grace the boards.. mos def a good fit for 2nd)
3. Cryogen (dropped in a ton of battles over 2003 and hardly lost any .. not many people write better punches.. good shit cry)
4. Butler (very good all around battler.. wordplay ..flow .. and almost decapitating punches and personals..)
5. Richard Corey ( Long live the king.. RC, maybe the most famous bboy.. still gracing the board with his usual violence .. and 2003 was no exception .. earning him the last spot .. )

forget the top five! babies are expensive, and this guy is just poor
since im over-time, if I ever let him work me call it child support
i should be ina antique shop- wit old tables, bottles ‘n other stock
because Time had a baby, and that makes me a grandfather clock
imma shoot at u, make ur wife n son sound like a holocaust choir
and like protesting Mel’s movie, have ya boycottin the cross fire
when cryo beat him he said he was leavin! ya’ll kno i am no liar
when it comes to actin like a man, u keep pullin a mrs. doubtfire
u lost ‘n said ‘i am done’, u should set examples n advise ur son
but what the fuck can you teach your baby? how to cry like one?
u harass kids til they book a rematch, after u got took in the past
Lieutenant made it look like a rape, u major self look like an ass
ur audios trash! well, ONE track developed u a lil fellowship TV
but was ‘balance’ good? i only askew u that cuz u fell off so easy
say 1 day u’ll be on stage? stop the hype bitch, u cannot deny this
ur from Deaths Bowels, so how u ever gona drop some Live Shit
the complete n-word is censored, but sayin nigg-a is an ok trend?
if the ‘er’ is offensive, then u aint gonna like how this battle ends
battler of the year is swell, but in the future will I shine as well?
if ya’ll have any doubts for now, then Time will tell..
Quote:
Originally posted by timevirus
dynamix is one of bboy's top five EVER

that's my word.

haters can lick the kiwis...

1

[namix]

vs. Glade (kenny wayne)
2-01-2004
Quote:
Originally posted by Kae Wayne
this whole crew is funny..admit it, ya'll suck n ya know/
spems is washed up, d's gay, n your jus the butt of the joke/

ur raps lackin the wit, shit ur life has us laughin more quick
fuck butt of the joke, u coulda just called me ass of ur trick
ur spit was mean shit kid.. i mean shit kid, it really hurt me
now imma play Nyce…like his bitch did… extremely dirty
i know i cant get off that subject, Glade its true
i could drop A whole piece,
…and probably get a piece of her A hole too
under covers smothered by lovers who busted their rubbers
running more trains on her than a fucking conductor
but I bet she woulda been one hell of a mother!
wont lie, ur girl n i are a lot alike, we’d go together just fine
i leave u with breakdowns, ‘n she left you with the up kind
what luck, it must suck you got dumped by some dumb slut
ur love life ended like our crew battle…Ex’s ass fucked up
u ‘n ex didnt make our team g, did u really plan to beat me?
JD’s like mp3 players………………. too advanced for CD
i don’t feel ur tracks! make a livin in rap? please be real
your CD’ll be wack…and no one from CD’ll ever CD’lls
some1 help glade! his cheeks are swallowin his face, dang
they’re almost as wide as ur bitch’s during our gang bang
my concepts shine, pushin thresholds ‘n crossing lines
while Glade only has salad thoughts
……day dreaming about tossing mine
her ass got rocked, slammed by cocks, when would it stop
i wonder how many licks it took to make her tootsie pop
so there were 4 guys there when her ass got stormed in??!
…i always heard that group sex could be habit 4men
i wasnt surprised to hear about the men… its scary
cuz like his favorite icecream…they all Ben ‘n Jerry
got my own car, family that cares, ‘n my girlfriend is pretty
i’d say i have a Nyce life, but his whole existence is shitty
thought I’d let ur diss just role by? u dont know ur roll guy
i’ll shut ur pie hole faster than u can swallow a whole pie

namix wins

[namix]

Richard Corey Diss
1-23-2004

“Dozing off at the wheel”? c’mon Corey, you know its true
when u meet us in crew wars, wheel be dozin right over you
Corey’s digressin, fracture must of giving u horrible lessons
because the style u portray is really just a portray impression
your profile says your XX old.. and at best its disgracin
it asked for your age… not chromosome specification
im cavin in ur cranium on pavement, draining ur veins and
after makin ya face plant, taken ur brain stem to ur gay man
bring all ya got weaklings, no matter what u will not beat me
shit, i don’t even like Camp… i’ll never be cot sleeping
i’ll kill this ghoster, my wordplay is much too ill for posers
cuz i got over a mil dude, and yours are just mildewed over
girls give Rick no love, he gets nervous and his throat clogs
i’d introduce u to new tricks…if you werent that old, dog
his legends been gettin blatantly tainted with every little key
now his rep dont just need Persian, it needs all the middle east
i had his asshole in questionin, all the facts were straight
cuz i seen more kids in-corey’s
than lawyers testifying in the Michael Jackson case
his style, raps, and taste….blah, i’m saying this brief
Core’ll grow on me……………..the day im a reef
he’s always bookin my reads, knowin this rookie can key
i said look to my style for advice, and he took it from me
alot of newbies were weak, but then u stepped up as teach
n showed how to make wordplay a real pun…….ish to read
ur getting nowhere chasing ur dreams, start facing it please
DC’s where u lived all of ur life, and its the place u’ll DC’s.


Severe Diss
1-27-2004

my spittin is fowl, so sit this one out or come witness it now
all u’ll remembers a swift kick to the bowels
‘n that D-tore ur ass so bad,
your shit had reroute through your dick or your mouth
we trample crews, u know ur dead! u fools can doubt our joints
but we’re still runnin overheads like schools wit no powerpoint
beat the JD’s? please! your nothing to us but lyrical feces
with no import-tents like countries that outsource teepees
even topically, u cant top JD,
give our roster a peep ‘n it’ll make ur optics bleed
so read it and weep…like what i’ll do to ur drop next week
we off these fakes, best part of wakin up is makin u softys ache
we’ll folger necks back, and give you permanent coffee breaks
i’ll tell u newbie hoes in advance, and what im typing is true
u aint got a ghost of a chance, cuz for once we aint writin for u
so whether ur over the fucking hill, or simply just not ill
make like Satan expandin his talents, and devil-up some skill

[namix]

MY DICK IS SO LONG, YOUR'S IS MORE LIKE HELLO
8-23-2004

“my dick is so-long, yours is more like hello” -Dynamix


i given girls scars on their knees, when they use to just talk
cuz bitches always trip over my dick, like I do when I walk
thats why we do not fuck, when they see it, for better or not
they go straight to the head like a fucking ever-clear shot
so the bitches open their mouth, I tell ‘em to give it a try
but the truth is hard to swallow, and my dick is no lie
i keep bitches happy and clean, see it aint just about the fun
deep throatin my cock is a good time ‘n a colostomy in one
so you wear extra large protection? what is that proving?
fuck magnums, my dick comes strapped with an oozie
I just cant find condoms big enuff, I try protectin myself
but my dicks always in the Source, cuz its too big for XL
they act like scared troy chicks, if i ever rock condoms son
bitches call me the Trojan Horse, because im hung like one
I talked bout jimmy hats for a minute, its something to see
Goodyear went broke tryna make a custom condom for me
so durin sex, im confessin- i only use IVs for my protection
becuz i need blood transfusions just to support my erection
im always at confession, God always forgave me my crimes
and you can say he gave me an inch, about fourty-eight times
damn straight I flaunting this man, you know it kid
we both got socks in our pants,
…but I got a couple feet to go wit it
theres pride amongst friends, jacking off, pissing, but shit man
how many kids do you know also equipped with a kick stand?
Im not a real kinky fan, I guess I like a bitch that’s a moaner
but the definition of golden shower,
…is goin to the bathroom after I piss with a boner
im even too much for a fat chick, because dammit the fact is
fedex n ups went on a joint venture just to handle my package
ur hung like a hobbit, while I can hang around the black kids
call me gandolf, cuz my white shaft hits the ground like magic
for real, the black myth? i no longer think they are pretending
cuz im a white boy, and my dick is fucking racist against me
sex with me is a religious experience, now your bitches will see
cuz after the missionary position, they’ll take a vow of celibacy
so if ur not stocked, its got to be shitty, really something to pity
every guy has a member, but i got a motherfucking committee

[namix]

FLEX TOPICAL - "Cereal Killer"
3-29-2004

cant beat me in ur wildest fantasy…i make a meal of vets quick
so quit dreaming, im constantly eating the Surreal for breakfast
i dont feel ur best shit, in the future u’ll be counting dollar bills
‘n since im Branded ill, i’ll make somethin in the General Mills
my every Post demonstrates skill, so kids keep taking my style
cuz theirs is more plain than Quaker oats or a Quakers lifestyle
im front tier across the frontier, still top pillar and lyrically iller
makin queers disappear,
cuz im like toothpaste before breakfast…a cereal killer

im harder than eatin cereal wit a knife kids, u guys should try it
cuz im sick of spoon feedin u da meanin behind my writes bitch
and want u guys to die quick! your worthless, so why deny shit
nobody would want ur Life kid---shit even mikey don’t like it
u better realize i am a pimp, everyone knows that Dy got game
Trix are for kids, and i consider hitting your bitch child’s play
but for u gettin laid is a goose-chase, and ur an ugly duckling
cuz unlike the kids chasin that leprechaun, u never get Lucky
and in the mornin after she fucked me, befo taking your calls
she gave me some Grape Nuts, and only gave you blue balls
im why ur Honeycombs her hair, ‘n why when u tap the bitch
she says ‘I gota have my Pops’ cuz she kno who her daddy is
shes a wham bam thank u mam, I go in and out-- literally tho
u sincerely hear me go, ‘oh honey, oh Honey’, Nut, ‘Cheerio’
but u have us laughin kid, We-tease u about ur lil scanty dick
im raw when I slam ur bitch, so u’ll be Raisin Bran new kids
so Sunkiss my ass, like you always do, you know how it goes
but if u somehow forget where its at, then just follow ur nose
i’ll swallow u whole, i aint here to make buddies with u dude
and i avoid ur circle of friends, cuz i aint into the Fruit Loops
crystals are on premium weed, i sold Golden Grahams of dope
better than me? musta had a bowl of Special K, that u smoked
u cant rap wit me guy, ur wack and im tight, it cant be denied
bitch, even your frosted mini wheats don’t have a sweet side
end wen yew wright like dis, u can forget ever gettin respect
u need spell check like the brand that spells checks with an x
ur neglected at best, ‘n altho im a white boi im a smart rapper
ya u engulf Cookie Crisp, but u cant handle this sharp cracker
Im a verbal attacker…another ‘kid tested’? another abused
i gave ur stomach some Kix, and even ur ‘mother approved’
i spew tougher than u, u develop a stutter after i spit my rap
I make u choke on ur words like you ate Alpha bits too fast
and i’ll watch as u cough and gasp, until u be dead and still
laughin as ur head turns more colors than fruity pebble milk
then move in for the kill, hold ur face up and throw a punch
leavin u wit 2 black eyes swollen shut, call them coco puffs
im coo coo, and when it comes down to it imma bust nines
shit talk bout a loose cannon, i always Cap ‘N crunch-time
u cats cant touch mine, so just face the facts you dumb kids
i call ur hits Apple Jacks, cuz they a bunch of fruit punches
rap skills, good looks, smart….c’mon you know who rocks
cuz bitch, im the Total package…like that fucking blue box



TOPICAL - "The Rainman" - Dynamix & Weapon X, topical tag tourny
5-27-2004

Topic: the story opens with one or both of you as an old man/woman, sitting on a bench in the pouring rain, soaked. flashback and tell the story of how you ended up here.


weapon x
If you look at it just right, the rain will twinkle and shine
and I get lost for a sec in a waning wrinkle of time
I'm still on the same bench, but my veins bleed the blood of youth
and the fat water drops splash mud on my polished boots
its a cold day...but the thought of the war gives me a rush
so I sweat in the rain while I wait for the Army's bus
a hand touches my shoulder, my heart tumbles and twirls
its my girl come to see her man journey into the world
I take off my field jacket, and drape it over her head
tell her she shouldnt cry, cuz Heaven now is crying instead
I tell her she shouldnt worry, that nothing is gonna change
and Ill return to this same spot just to dance with her in the rain
but life is a funny thing, u can never even the score
a month after I left, I became a prisoner of war
my family thought that I died, Vietnam swallowed me whole
40 years of my life, trapped in a cage made of bamboo poles
I still struggled to live, did what i did and then escaped
an old man covered in mud, running to make the Embassy gates
and now im back home, back on the bench, back in the rain
waiting for a bus filled with love or an empty bus full of pain

DYNAMIX
waiting in my own dismay, and waiting just to sustain lost hope
waiting in the same rain...in vain, and blood-stained up clothes
i can still hear her say “dont go!!” but the real outrageous blow
is to think i coulda made love not war, and was engaged in both
i was courageous tho, i didnt realize what i’d be leaving behind
whoever said its never too late to learn…didnt teach me in time
i’m still saving her that dance i promised… til then i’ll stay wet
for i paid the ultimate price…..when i wrote her that rain check
the wars my plummet, my heartbeat drowns the victory trumpet
i promised her the world…only to leave for another corner of it
i coulda let the bus go by, but thought she’d be proud i enlisted
now my life went by and i missed it, because she was the ticket
does she know my dreams in prison and my visions when risen?
what she had given that kept me driven and committed to livin?
it is our day in the rain! and even while surrounded by enemies
the whole time my cup was half full...showered with memories
most like to remember the blue skies, this is all i had to save tho
‘n the day my sunshine stood in the sprinkle, she made a rainbow
i sit on this bench when it pours, somehow it makes me so warm
since i cant follow my dreams, i’ll forever be chasing the storm
and if you look at it just right, the rain will twinkle and shine
and I get lost for a sec in a waning wrinkle of time.


TOPICAL - "The Death of Perfection" (RBL topical tournament)
1-24-2004

the Death of Perfection

throughout my life i was verbally abused by the masses
to describe the actions of those not content with “fantastic!”
my presence was elastic, stretched by self-loving addicts
my name always used in vane, unless meant as sarcastic
used common by has-beens when my essence was passive
tappin my potential was like squeezin blood from a ***tus
my life went by rapid, i was never alive for it to of lasted
it was just an open bottle of false hope…let me recap it

im an idea defined by scholastics too imperfect to grasp it
my name is Perfection, and i was the offspring of practice
as a toddler, parents praised kids if they just didnt have a fit
and set their expectations higher than the medicine cabinet
“ooh u gotta go pp again? awww, he or she’s such a gem!”
kids colored between the lines, but cant read between them
the parents seeded the dreams that their now seeking to see
and eventually,
they stop reachin for their moms and start reaching for me

then as a teen, i saw with my eyes, parents call it their prime
and perfect kids wonderin why
… they weren’t so perfect all of the time
alas, they still yearned for me ‘n then quickly learned to see
…it was like reaching maturity in an eternity of puberty
my arch nemesis was opportunity, it made kids cling to me
temporarily keeping false hopes afloat in a sea of iniquity
and the problems had only begun, and they cant be undone
cuz they soon went on the hunt, for that perfect someone

we were middle aged when i saw reality sever their dreams
they had a midlife crisis…all because they never met me
‘n when their glass was half full, what did that say
even if it ran over, there was still a bigger cup to be made
i seen the blessed givin in, the past always getting relived
n it all starts with them saying “I want the best for my kid”

im old now, ‘n the wounds i caused will never heal or mend
I am Perfection, nice to meet you, you’ll never see me again
im putting my life to an end… I hope im not dying in vane
please tell my parents im sorry i never lived up to my name

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The Funnel Cloud" (RSTL tournament on RM i think)
05-14-2004

In the Storm:

he ignores homes bein broken apart, the air blowin glass chards
as he kneels by her side, wind whistlin thru the hole in his heart

---it seems out of the clear blue sky the tornado cloud compiled
to wipe away the town, but not the tears that drowned her smile
one minute they were talking about forever, not about survival
one thing aroused his emotions--- now he cant arouse her vitals
what why ‘n how are trifle- everything comes around full cycle
now his life, much like ‘his’ tornado, is on a downward spiral

The Storm Develops (Earlier that Evening):

the day was made for a picnic--- the two watched the sun shine
they were on top of the world, its quite a view from cloud nine
‘im glad u’ll work late shift!’ her words n kiss were both mixed
“its like a birthday gift---- and your the one turning thirty-six!”
“each new day is a gift, so happy b-day, the weathers pleasant”
“God out did me, but lets go to Bree’s knives ‘n get ur present”
it was THE knife, the one he always wanted
he said “i promise to love...”
she responded, “just promise not to flaunt it”
a minute went by, they drove to the store, purchased the knife
it was the worth, not the price- how did he deserve such a wife?
as they walked outside, gray clouds foreshadowed a darker plot
if only he used the receipt to take back a choice in the parkin lot
a man they named ‘the bastard’, grabbed his wife in laughter
saw him, smacked her ass ‘n said “so can i have a piece after?!”
the temp dropped as fast as the husband’s hand in his pocket
he yanked out his knife and said ‘bitch if you want it u got it’
“but the only piece your gonna see is one coming off of you”
then they were gone with the same wind he threw caution to
‘you lost your cool!’ she screamed ‘i thought you’d be calm!’
‘the bastard tried to molest u, im droppin you off at ur moms’
‘you know im strong, im ur wife! whats wrong with our life!’
all their dreams went out of the window, along with the knife
he threw his Bree’s knife to the street, didnt mention a reason
as the cloud cover grew as thick as the tension between them
‘i’ll walk the rest of the way, go to work, u have lives to save’
‘just know i’ll love u in sickness or health, blue skies or gray’
he accepted her proposition- let her out, against his intuition
and said bye to his sunshine, as she left on good conditions




Back in the Storm:

he arrived at the scene, wind gaining speed, 2 ferocious blows
thinkin ‘it is the street my sunshine left me only moments ago’
a cop shouts ‘she used her last bit of strength to dial ur number’
and with that he had a reality crash that could rival the thunder
the cop yelled “a car hit her, driver lost control bystanders say”
“and we found a hole in his tire-----it was the size of a blade”
‘ironic hes Eddy Bree, manufacturer of what made this disaster”
but the husband had already knew his name, it was ‘the bastard’
he controlled all the elements, and cant resuscitate his mistakes
his actions formed a tornado…his own a vicious twist of fate
he yelled ‘this weathers shit!’ cop said ‘but its sunny n warm’
then it all made sense, as a tear fell from the eye of the storm



Topic: Something tragic happens and you trace the events back to find the source was your actions

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The #1 Problem Solver" (RSTL tournament on RM)
5-27-2004

i constantly cover your back, why are u ignoring my wrath?
i been a part of you even before your chord was detached..
so of course its a fact that i persistently implore you to snap
i kno they say violence dont pay, but u can afford to do that
cuz c’mon, you worked off your ass for this jerk in the past
your life was perfectly mapped,
and with a little economic down turn you get trashed?
dammit let go! the faggot fucked up ur plans and ur goals
if you cant manage a position, how can u manage control?
go to work holding a toaster, you know im advising u right
--turn this emotional roller coaster into the ride of your life
how many nights will u lie awake? theres no time to waste
its like you wait for mimes to make the silence break
there IS a time to hate, stop pretendin u’ll be regrettin this
i exist as ur friend in this, the social norm is ur real nemesis
this shits driving u to kill, now let me be ur chauffer instead
cuz u aint a push over, you just been pushed over the edge
so fuck ur boss, kill ur whole office, let the holocaust linger
then lie about an alibi--- theres a nice thought for a thinker
sure, some say lying is like grabbin a wasp by its stinger
but even pinky swearing requires the crossing of fingers!
i know the truth hurts, but its time that i be brutally honest
i always thought of u first, tho my role was usually modest

remember as a little rascal, when you played with ur peers
one broke ur lego castle, ‘n we made him break into tears?
or when ur mom established a curfew, u had it wit her too
so we took some of her cash and smashed up her perfume
and beating Dannys ass in class was a blast, he was a nerd
it didnt make u a maniac,
…it made u the first three letters of the word
i been defendin u since birth, now you have gotten taller
but for better or for worse, im still ur #1 problem solver

Now listen to me-
drape ur boss wit gas, toss a match, make a coffin his home
revenge is sweet,
so is the smell of flesh melting off of his bones
yell ‘u aint shit to me’, tell him his family is already history
rip the seems of his clothes and then strip him of his dignity
laugh as he chokes, and taunt “your wasting your breath”
…then open his case
light one of his $100 cigars from the flame on his chest
…and blow smoke in his face
drink all of his fine liquors just so your bladder is full ‘n
piss a puddle on the floor for his fuckin fat ass to roll in
say ‘firing me was a horrid mistake,’ shit all over his face
then rub it in with the last report that you made

u see, we can maim this bitch! we can leave this mess over
if u need me, my name is Chip---- i live on ur left shoulder
yea, u got an angel on ur right, she says what u need ‘n shit
but im the guy always telling you how to get it the easiest..
some call me deceitful, but we know im real more often
so dont see me as a ‘wrong’, see me as a feasible option
cuz i been defendin u since birth, now u have gotten taller
but for better or for worse, im still ur #1 problem solver

[namix]

FLEX TOPICAL - "The Restaurant"
07-21-2004

heres a riddle, what am I?

if u eat me ur goin to puke, keel over, and out squeal a mouse-
im Jack in the Box, like homeless people who steal their house
i’ve ate some crude food in the past- that gave me some gas
Sonic moves thru me so fast,
…Mr. Robotnic started booby trapping my ass..
i hate veggies, that is a fact! but my mom said ‘u gotta finish’
but fuck Popeyes chicken, shit, i’d rather eat Popeyes spinach
speakin of which, next on my list of restaurants wreckin a dish
only one who likes ‘Olive Garden’,
…is Popeye when protecting his bitch
like the International House of Pancakes? im not that stupid
but when asked to say what else is on my shit-list, IHOP to it
what’s on my top food list? well, i might write the list for fun
but u’ll never see a Cracker Barrel, like a white kid wit a gun
even my soul wont dig this next one, after it’s meals kill me
so u best believe it’ll be a cold day in hell if i ever feel Chili
Jesus has good fridays, comes back on easter, all better ‘n livin
but shit, if he had some bad Friday’s he might never have risen
u should be askin Eve bout this, since i have been preachin shit
she knows how an Applebee makin u feel real bad after eatin it
my girl chose a romantic place, but we hardly got much tighter
she said “meet me 7 o’clock, Outback!”
…so i went to the parking lot to fight her
i think Chinese food is the reason cannibals have ate bladders
panda express’l be extinct faster than da animal its named after
cuz chinese call US food shit, garbage, ‘n nasty, i tell ya its not
but we have names for ur food too…lassie, old yeller and spot
yea im off subject, but its so doggone cruel, im saying this too
fuck what your parents say, u SHOULD play with your food
i’ll burn down white castle with the burger king in it still, hey
and “fuck Dairy Queen!” like what my dad did to the milk maid
they’re icecream sucks! well its decent.. ok i lied, its perfection
but DQ food? they call it that cuz its not qualified for digestion
i get drunk then order the pizza, it gets me full with no regrets
then leaves me dry-heaving for hours… thats a Domino effect
ur about see me sick! ur about see me vomit! guaranteed i cry
cuz i see a Steak n Shake, like a vampire scared as fuck to die
Denny’s just sucks, but my meal wont be abrupt
thank God its open all night
thats how long its food’ll keep me up
and fuck Hardee’s business, i get somethin an can hardly finish
before my motherfucking stomach stings like there Arby’s in it

Jareds fatass almost died of obesity until he lost a ton of pounds
but fuck bein locked in Subway, i’d rather be buried underground
now ya’ll can quit saying ur dope, or u’d beat me...all of its coy
i should swallow u and then spit u up…just for talking Big, boy


--Repping the crew that sonned you, call us Papa Johns..

[namix]

ODE TO THE SIMPSONS!!
02-03-2004

now on the computer...
there were simcitys, simfams, simants, sim..shit, only begins
theres even a cartoon scared catholic parents know as simsins
but stop ‘n listen, it was so good they coulda charged us a fair
like when the Aunts wrote their will, it has no Marge in a heir
I was moved by it, like livin in out of state college apartments
but like Marges marriage, i kno Hommies where the heart is
but he was no father of the year,
she wanted to hear him call her dear, but kept of sayin DOH!
Homer took shots ‘n left bart-tender, without ever payin Moe
And like a failed law student, he just cant make it by the bar
dunno what the bus driver makes, but he Otto finally Lisa car
i’ll test fit all my guns in ur mouth, have ya crying like babies
n by the time im done wit u, u’ll suckin more than 9 Maggies
i’ll light u in gasoline, and then leave
Burns all over u like his assistants dream, this heads not lyin
except ur gonna be blown to Smithers… instead of by him
or should I pull the trigga now? i make bitches kick ‘n shout
its like the police chief at their door…the way i Wiggum out
heres a quick-key for the Kwik-E mart, but the owners a jerk
if i didnt mind shittin at seven-elevens, i’d take Apu at work
Moe shots please…shit, a whole damn handle
i drink more than Barney,
…the dinosaur when his show got canceled
and like Ned Flanders pissed… let me give it a shot
I dont think ur skill is didilly, didilly, didilly squat
if JD didnt kno better, we’d be giving someone a slap
but unlike Lisa…we dont like Bleeding Gums on the sax
im sick enough stab u in the eyes, and your girl in the side
ask bout my knifes principle, n u’ll Seymour Skinner alive
i know im scarring you guys, witness how chilling this is
my spits like pimpin for the janitor, givin u Willies bitches
at first I thought “I will just finish, find a bitch ‘n get lucky”
but i clowned around too much, now my dick is all Krusty
in fact Krusty should start a strip club, he’d do quite a job
ten dollars for a lap dance, and twenty for a sideshow bob
ur drops are like the love letters Lisa’s always gettin again
cuz a bunch of i read weird shit and then Ralph at the end

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The Unexpected Visitor" (i think this was in the RSTL, maybe in the BBs tag tournament though)
06-03-2004

i cry anxiously, to get noticed by a someone who doesn’t care
kick in captivity, to get the attention of a someone never there
and i can never tell time, from days of pain to a moments bliss
because my existence only is-----one of personified loneliness

forever my dreams are unfurnished, i’ve no meanin or purpose
all my life i’ve swum in solitude, beneath a sea with no surface
im anxious and nervous, and i burn in this furnace-like canyon
i kick in an isolated reservoir to form a mere bubble companion
but im quickly abandoned, as my pals burst i weep and i grieve
yet even my tears decease the instance that they are conceived
they’r wiped clean before they have meaning, or design a story
how can i know happiness, before a someone defines it for me
my vision is imprisoned, this encapsulating sea traps what i see
but im sure i’d find another pair of eyes even more captivating
i occasionally perceive voices, and though its hard to just let go
my response is useless, its as fruitless as when i argue my echo
life is an amazing gift, and though im far too enslaved to live it
i imagine how my loneliness will diminish, if ever paid a visit

“i’ve been waitin my whole life to meet you, how do you do?
i just grew my ten fingers! are u somethin i can count on too?”
i’ll welcome them to my humble abode, and harness their love
open the door for the someone to know, and my arms for a hug
“thank you so much for coming… it felt so empty to be alone
may i kiss ur cheek? my lips could never quite reach my own
my feet have grown, can u teach me how they can be used too
because i want to follow your footsteps…so i never lose you
i really admire you too, i know for now im crawlin on the floor
but i’ll always look up to you, even when ur not taller anymore
all the love i have in store! u can train me to be the bestest son
will u give me a hand? i’ve been meanin to fill this empty one
my contempt is gone! thank u for letting me be your first child
dont worry, u havent missed much- u just seen my first smile!
we can live where ever you want, cuz now ya’ll are my home
u can name me timmy, tommy, or junior- just call me ur own
there was a time where i was ignored, but now i see im adored
will u stare at me for a little longer? i never seen eyes before”
and then i’ll…

WHA..WHATS THIS?!? whats up with my living conditions
something is draining my emotions, AND the water i swim in
my domains diminishin, constricting, whats wrong with this all
the very reality i know is crashing down along with these walls
my pink torso tumbles down a funnel, head getin so pummeled
suddenly my eyes work, ‘n i see a light at the end of the tunnel
why do i fight towards the light...? i dont know what i’ll find
i just wanna dive at the chance to leave my loneliness behind
so move thru the suction tube of solitude, n see a surgeon guy
then i go blind, as the newborn light penetrates my virgin eyes
so I emerge and cry! my first real cry…because i had listeners
and to my surprise my cries are joined, by two smiling visitors

[namix]

BB Topical Tournament (Tag Team) - Weapon X/Ben Grimm & Dynamix:
02-06-2004


Lying/stealing/cheating to get what you want

Dynamix
Benjamin Grimm


our potential’s suppressed.
our progress digressed.
hindered success.
my opportunity assessed.
get caught and confess.

illegal ‘n immoral, like our freedom aint been crippled yet?
lying/stealing/cheating, can be wrong…or a triple threat
the constitutions always amended, guidelines go unspoken
mans eleventh commandment: rules were made to be broken

I've heard some people say, that lying it doesnt pay
but a lil stretch of truth can take u a long way
and I'm nice with the game, so smooth it isnt funny
I mean who wouldnt lie to make money or taste a honey?
look at me...tell me u aint dyin for some wealth
and Ill tell u that ur crazy and ur lyin to yourself
they move in stealth, we all lie, you’d prolly lie if i asked ya
im as honest as the day is long, in the winter months of Alaska
and yet some say lying is like grabbing a wasp by the stinger
…when even pinky swearing requires the crossing of fingers
in fact, its a fact that with just fact all fantasies are handicapped
perhaps Lies just a word for ‘aint happened yet”, IMAGINE that
i aint one of actuality’s casualties, reality bites like rabid beasts
fuck the boy that cried wolf, i got an entire pack of lies after me
I bend truths casually, deceit can be sensible if understood guys
like a drive off a par five, sometimes the fair-way is a good lie
or maybe next breakdown I’ll say how your rap really sounds
go tell teach u faked sick ‘n ur girl she packed on some pounds

every high has a ceiling, my body rockin and reeling
cuz damn...I get a rush of crazy feelings when Im stealing
its a bad habit...if I see somethin I have to have it
got a five finger fetish for things so I snatch and grab it
and I know its wrong, but its so hard to feel crappy
when all these new toys make the kid in me so happy.....
got an angel on my right, she teaches me what i need ‘n shit
got a devil on my left, he preaches how to get it the easiest
and im always believing him, ‘n steal shit, carpe diem bitch
i don’t know what the day may bring…but i’ll be seizing it
cuz me ‘n grimm, we’ll be stealin money by the bundle kids
all to phillip banks quicker than the fresh prince’s uncle did
a penny founds a penny earned, a penny spents a penny lost
from bubbleyum to diamonds son, i steal shit…at any cost
so please, go contribute to the GDP til ur money’s deceased
but the best things in life are, well, dont come with receipts
lets start discussin them cheats
Cheating's a vague term, yo Dyna...talk to the masses
men cheat at cards, they wives and on they taxes
damn its a fact kid, teachers aint teach us how to behave
either we cheat on the test, or get cheated out of the grade
shit its a short cut, I dare you to try stoppin me
dog...I even use fixed dice playin Monopoly
it aint cheating its blossoming, alls fair in love and war
so i bring guns to knife fights, and hookup with whores
save the tough talk, just shoot me an email
cuz if lifes testin me son, Im a cheat so I dont fail
cuz we’re fueled by desire, just two more logs on the fire
whoever said cheaters never prosper is a pathological liar

so in conclusion, the triple threat isnt a crime, give it a try
go steal a girls heart, cheat on her and get caught in a lie

[namix]

"ONE OF THE BEST"
USERNAME & NAMIX COLLAB
2007



user = the dude in love with good flow (bold)
namix = the friend giving advice with mediocre flow (not bold)

"One of the best"

she was one of the best
not just a tight pussy or wonderful breasts
i didnt love her for sex
but if i loved her to death
... why do i say i hate her under my breath?
i miss the touch of her flesh, the taste of her lips
the grace of her hips
i miss her nervous habits, the way she plays with her wrists
i miss that when my day was the pits, she gave me a kiss
and no matter where i was, i prepared for love
... so the whole world was amazingly fixed

your making me sick! from gettin laid to adoring her flaws
hommie its like you went for effect before forming a cause
I know she was gorgeous ‘n all, but now she’s a damaged trick
dunno how that pussy got loose, but im sure you had a hand in it
and on the romantic tip, dammit kid, i’d rather watch some ink dry
may your next butterfly kiss start wit a smile, and end wit pink eye
at least pretend to think guy – say your final goodbye to the bitch
then we’ll fucking light up a spliff and get as high as her pitch

Come on man, haven't I lost enough?
Im high off the lust, I spilled my heart.. and she mopped it up
locked it up, shit, ive already lost her once
it's not for fun, i love her.. but i cant really offer much
I've never been perfect
Never been loved, never rehearsed it
But I've weathered the worst and, anything better is worth it
Maybe she's right when she said I deserved it...

forget that absurd bitch, besides, living alone is more preferred
I know she wanted a love nest, but that shits for the birds
she always moaned about stress – like some nagging whore
fuck gettin a load off her chest, thats what cum rags are for
“for boys, Craig or George- girls, Maggie!” from awful to worse
if she starts thinkin of names, start makin her swallow her words
cuz you cant count on her worth – she is a leech, lets not forget
if money grew on trees, she’d be outside hedging your bets

Fuck it you're right, she's nothing but trife
There's hundreds as nice, but i wanted this one for a wife?
She left me bitter, 1 is a lonely number, ill never accept these figures
But with her... we'd grow together, and she'd still think she's 10 feet bigger
Maybe she's noticing that? is that why she's holding me back?
Because I over-react and threaten to hit her where her ovaries at?

its over, her wrath!
no more cuddly stuff ... back to raunchy, naughty, vile
no more puppy love… back to pounding doggy style
back to “plenty fish in the sea” and your freedom again
no more worrying whether or not she’s sleepin wit them
back to ‘your songs’, no chick shit that has guys by the scrotums
no more broad bands which sound more like dial up modems
no more cold chills of sorrow... no more hating you until tomorrow
or ‘accidentally’ forgettin birth control? thats a tough pill to swallow
back to some certainty…. no more from a man to a wreck
no more debating whether to ring her hand or her neck
no more drafting a pre-nup, no more from honey to pest
back to your quest for finding a better “one of the best”

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"Text 101" - message to new heads

PREFACE
its a message from the best kids, so if u dont spit or flow nice
i hope you notice this notice, and go from novice to no vice…
success is not simply just impressin ur equally sucky yes-men
so veterans can to teach u a lyric..or a mother-fucking lesson
u gota dozen questions- trust perfection, a wall-of-fame rhyme
take my advice to heart, so u can follow both at the same time

UNDERSTAND INFLUENCE
read archives for an amazing display of what rappers covet
before becoming a slave to the trade, learn the masters of it
but if u adapt-or-submit to their style, ‘n jack their illest stuff
long after their skill-and-touch rub off on u, so will their rust
vets shouldnt be ur end-all inspiration, I quite frankly attest
use us as ur only medium, 'n thats what kids’ll rank u at best
if u are The Truth, u can try to reach for the stars valiantly
but honestly… we typically stay out of touch with reality

WRITE RIGHT
sharks only exist as a myth, why would they admit a spits bit
cuz after all it is legit, if they simply attribute the shit to a flip
pre-write? dont even plan it! cuz dammit, its the loneliest antic
and ninety-percent of the net would lose their only advantage
and if u cop a style... they’ll call u pretend, so call on a friend
because once it becomes a group effort, they’ll call it a trend
experiment thru challenging rhyme styles that u gotta tend to
every verse has a scheme, just dont let yours plot against you

CHECK YOUR EGO
rhyme with better skill than me?! times forever still the key
the line between cocky ‘n confident is defined by credibility
sayin every verse is keyed? fuck if its rehearsed or freed up
it only shows ya bad insecurity, like a midday burglary does
we see the truth thru ur perjury bud, so quit ur damn trying
sure as newbies can’t walk crawling, vets can’t stand lying
new to the site, future looks bright! lyrically, u better shine
you have time on your side…I prefer to stay ahead of mine

NEVER QUOTE YOURSELF!
your just redundantly speaking, it was featured first reading
a line really worth quoting shouldn't be in need of repeating
just please keep believing, kids'll notice as ur shit is improved
drop ur patented lines...but let others do the signature move
u’ll want to spit with a group, but first u got sickness to prove
u could buy a house, ‘n we still wouldnt see ya interest accrue
if u want net prophets, my visions strong as the best scotches
I predict the next auschwitz if a noob rebellion projects off this
vets never bring a text con into context- it’d take fuckin magic
so if ur fake, bust the habit..
…because I never seen a sham rock, as luck would have it

FINAL ADVICE
listen kids, radio-heads’ll give u shit.. they rarely dont gripe
but well-written text can beat anyone, even the stereo type
dont trust promises on this shit, from some loud mouth bitch
who’ll give u their word, then ask u to make a punch out of it
at first it didn’t seem true, but originality’s a diminishing tool
drop novel off the dome like drunk bitches in finishing school
so spit original, from the soul- even if u had a superficial start
..because even somewhere in the artificial, there is official art

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What is That? ...The moment of creation....
02-24-2012

in the beginning... was a moment of light;
the motion of it created the notion of time.
which co-created space, time needed to fly;
its why every hello has to end with goodbye.
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light created dark, the two points made a line;
and that created sides, comprised of day & night,
yin & yang, up & down; right & left, wrong & right
good & bad, way back when it was still black & white
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as opposites attracted, the attraction took flight,
but since they were polar, the connection made fight;
causing some friction; effectively spite
but also a force that magnetically unites
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as the particles got cold, they grouped together tight;
once they all had slowed, we saw mass at first sight.
now see a new perspective in each blink of an eye;
its mind over matter cuz matter's a matter of mind!
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matter of fact.... if we stop to think twice;
it's statistically proven that it's better to be nice!
that light survived ‘n it shines even more bright;
for that moment gave birth to more moments of life!
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son...from that moment on, creation went viral
we needed to be down to conceive an upward spiral!
take two points on any line, subdivided it a while;
as the infinite children each have another child.
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things come in full circle, its the lesson in life
and a smile can outrival the full expression of pi
so see the light, embrace the love, live beyond time
then find Eve in the atom and Adam in the sky
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as pieces of the whole, we're all connected but we’re free;
what makes us all the same, makes us equally unique.
so please be yourself, son... it's a real easy feat;
by just doing your part, you’re making us complete!