Namix

[namix]

"The Sleepless Dreamer", 10.14.2012

while all the sheep are sleeping, the dreamers stay awake;
as the herd is worked by the game dreamers came to play.
the dreamers go from a knight at night, to a daze by day;
swim then sink, they wait to love as sleepers wade in hate.
as the sleepers keep on sleeping, chained in Plato’s cave;
dreamers keep on dreaming cuz it’s only too late to wait.
from white to black: in great dismay, light is made to fade;
but dreamers find that silverline within the shades of gray.

[namix]

vs. Egotistical

Kid hopes for a rap career?!
…I simply just find this question stunning, Wire you going about it?
Ego only shocks me when i put metal objects in his emotional outlet
this dick will never measure up against me, he’s short and i’m big
i’d mention the fags love life but thats all folks, like porky the pig
i bet ur almost done with ur verse…cuz the stench is lingering fast
i’d never thumb thru ur work, get your boyfriend to finger that ass
‘n fuck the newbie groupies who-keep pretendin this faggots mean
they can follow the rainbow, but i get skittles in vending machines
it could be as simple as 1, 2, 3..but in plain English im way too ill
so dont count on a win…cuz uno, dose, u dont have a tres of skill
I get arrogant after a kill...and I knew my knife was goin to boast
cuz my blade really got Egotistical...after it Pride open his throat
hope ur jottin down notes, cuz ya livin garbage like oscar the grouch
if ur skills even Remote, it must be hidden somewhere under a couch
though our records wont relate after this, i’ll still find him 'n I alike
cuz mine will be a good 4-nothing, ‘n he’s been that his entire life!

Thanks for putting me on your buddylist, lol

vs. euphemism
10-31-2003

happy halloweeen heh

ya u got up here before me, ever think i could be a new member?
be glad u made the Thirty first ...cuz u wont be seein November
Aura gave u a tough loss son, last round ur ranking was awesome
but now that Six is 18…joey lawrence can let their love Blossom
Euphemism euphucking suck… listen bitch, your dissing is thru
i have a leg up on the competition…just to keep pissing on you
yea im after the thrown…so quick lets get all these votes-pooled
if hes in a class of his own…its a euphemism for home-schooled
we can reflect on all ur years rapping, but it would offer no help
cuz after they ‘took u for a ride’, u had nothin to Chauffer urself
hes never mustard up any skill, so he’s playing ketchup instead
and Solution has a sandwich…after Mayo is spread on his bed
i’m gonna leave this square bent out of shape, for the last time
everyone knows u cant make the circle of life…with a flat line
cant match mine, i’ll put your lights out so bad it hurts to sleep
if u snooze u lose.. so i aint even gonna read ur verse this week
next time u bathe in the spot light, i’ll throw toasters in for ya
because i can come off the wall quicker than ur posters of aura

vs. Verbal Weaponz
10-02-2003

IMMA GET Verbal

…READ MY LIPS, beacause you need a lot of help to win, its true
u dont just need a-cyst, u need a severe case of herpes simplex two
cuz i aint throwin this.. but if you Badger me im sure to throw a fit
so if u want to keep on diggin yourself a hole… fucking Gopher it
and forget stones and sticks, i got rusted machetes to jerk with fury
i’d be scared of VerbalWeapons...but I know that words can hurt me
i raise bets and teach them to rumble, believe it u will get pummeled
and after im certain they beat your Ante, their gonna kill your uncle
cram ur face, Verbal-lies bout bein ill, its all talk ‘n a damn disgrace
cuz it means the bitch has gotta skirt around the truth..and his waist
….i got hollow tips, hes just got void advice on the keys to advance
‘n i’d have to go to a gay disco club before i ever see the ‘Guidance’
i clown weaklings, ‘n enroute to plow the kids that are now peaking
VERBALS WACK…. that’s why my skill goes with out speaking

vs. .LM.
10-17-2003

...eh, here's my no show verse.. kids need to stop sleeping or just not check in tho


kid cant match against me, best believe ya’ll can take him gently
cuz the top 30 is just like high school years…beyond ‘LM-entry’
but im gonna keep creapin muh way up, while u just bitch instead
…sad u wont see below ‘thirty-too’, like Mexican kids with sleds
dont know how you got here, and i dont care who this bitch cons
but the winner of your last match wasnt clear… it was Bronze
LM just go buy a vowel or something, you’ll get torn on the site
i have ALL elements of a good rapper, your just a Boron the mic

...and for love of the word of the week heh..
i'll craftily spacecraft thru this bar, before i blast off in laughter
cuz the wins so far sighted from you... it went to LensCrafters

[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]

"NBA Finals Key"
06.07.2008

i can pack stands in LA - hell, it isnt hard when
namix is soo slick, imma sell tics in the garden!
seats behind the bench, i even sit there nightly!
when u see PJ Brown, it means u shit ur nighty
my shoes? you aint fill jack son! dammit bro...
you couldnt even doc rivers in a gambling boat
the celtics roster came out faster than obama clips
somehow they just kept Perkin, like ya momas tits
some teams are promised a kobe, honest shit
and some are only vow’d a meer radmanovic
LA put “rad man” in his name, homo gimmick
i bet atlanta fans would put the “no vic” in it
the big 3 aint friends! i bet KG hates all of u
so fuck pal, peers - and fuck ray allen too!
luke watches tape, he hates the tough love
listenin to daddy commentate his fuck-ups
kb won MVP, his teams rising up notches
he Odom so much,
i knew he’d be Bynum some watches!
if kobe’s on fire, he starts attractin the load
then its like pow, pow, pau, gas’ll explode
james aint 1 of a kind, i’ll lock & load a gem
FUCK POSEY, i got a pocket full of them
the celtics are efficient, with a garnett in the picture
the lakers are resourceful, with a farmar & a fisher


"Diss ease"
01.22.2006

started at rw, went to bboys, wit a true blend of flare & spite
like leeches wit diseases, my style’d soon influenza parasites
made new trends and eras tight! all followers can quote that
cuz you wouldnt go against migraine if you were a cold pack
and you kno that most cats are no match, have a survey kids
your style will never be as breath-taking asthma wordplay is

illest guy on the earth, born in a cradle that lies in a hearse
…diagnosed with narcolepsy after four lines of your verse
ur ass, i fuckin tourette to pieces- ripped ur seam in sections
but really, its easy when ya bred pussy like yeast infections
bitches, listen i’m simply made to win - i aint lyin or shittn
while u tryna save ur skin, like possessive psoriasis victims
angry pioneer spittin, contracted herpes, got awfully pissed
then hit the roof, and knocked the shingles off of your lips
fuck goin head to head, once we knew u were into some men
Mono-e-mono became a kissin disease between u ‘n a friend
one encounter wit me - ill - u cant hear the rumor more often
you cats’ll go from a coughin or tumor, to a tumor a coffin
got thrones im defendin, bitches to roast, a casual psychosis
and a bone of contention… like misdiagnosed osteoporosis
vets aint think u deserve a shot, u herbs forgot, absurd or not
so u newbies can usually just callus pissed like a urine clot
fucking with me’s just a disease- i’m tight and shine bright
its like disrespectin a tic bite. the way I take the Lyme light
…but I hope you keep sayin how hard, ill, sick, ail you are
and in the same breath..... fucking inhale some SARs!
i’ve challenged u, but you are not too prone to grow dick
and you turned back several times, like multiple schlerosis

but i will stay in touch, fuck given graves some flowers
because ICU…during intensive care unit visitation hours
my crew’s spit is blazing cowards, i’d get a deal behind us
but our agent would contract diseases the second he’d sinus
see, i put the rhythm in arrhythmia, a vet defacin all the rules
my insults might smart, but my every dysplasia for a fool!

[namix]

vs. Calefaction
02-26-2006

Namix (PR)

he’s mr. body, calefaction, status and tom --- but better known as pale, thin, and has a flat chested mom

Lets start from the beginning,

an army baby- his mom was drillin some men ‘n started a riot
after a thick milky substance was discharged from her privates
so the infantry infant traveled to Goshen, Colorado before then
Warwack describes his last stop…and his battle performance
pretends to have e-friends! your myspace is a proven laugh bro
truly sad tho- u couldnt make a social list out of cuba’s castro
i’ve made most my bitches, im in the lotion business now tho
and after i make Cale-mine, he’ll still be a watered-down Aloe
he promised he’d blow up first, but still the ho sounds like shit
im glad he broke his word, hopefully he’s syllable counting it
he fell off at a fucking tragic rate, and his model run is dead
now it takes running back debates, to hear Tom’ll son a head
olympics are on tv, but it’d be neat if it was greece featurin one
cuz for like three weeks a month, u can see crete from ur cunt
ur fates sealed, and after i chain steel to ur blood-stained heels
u’ll get that kinda wet nap that dont come wit airplane meals
so go look for a trend and conform again, ur steeze is graphed
talkin about the road to victory, but only takin the beaten path
so key ur trash, but i understand if u aint got time free to do this
cuz you spent the last two weeks fucking prewriting excuses.

Namix wins 8-1 (BB beat RM 8-1-1 )

[namix]

"You Aside" ~ Lars & Namix, 11.06.2012

Lars = paragraph; Namix = not

Marvel comic books were the start. I’d got enough of my hard-earned pocket money to feed my addiction. Reading through fiction. Endeared to them instantly, I leafed through the pages in disbelief and amazement. Though my heroes were makeshift, these were the days when my life mirrored their own. Gifted. In control. Distinctive and bold. Instinctive, even though I was given a role to depict. It was so much more different. I had goals. I had Vision. There was no confidence trick. I had hope. I was vivid. A full blown optimistic. It was golden. I was in sync with the moment and I lived it, ‘til it was over.

you were the light in our eyes, you colored our face;
the wind beneath our wings…. and under our capes!
ya famous, known well! revealed yaself, the mask is fake;
ya came out of your shell, as we helped to crack the case.

never-mind our accolades; we’re the dreams u hadn’t saved
got stashed in a trash bin; as your back in that masquerade!
we’re the saints of tomorrow; save your praise for latter days;
cuz we swung from divine just to face the wrath of grapes.
see, we’re made of the character you seem to lack in ways;
so in disbelief, you had to leave;
…….but best believe, the magic stays.

Now I’m monochrome. I’m on my own. Pixelated. The ink has faded. I’ve gone and grown and got so old I’ve lost my soul like Rock ‘n’ Roll. The pictures faint. Disintegrating. I’m in a state of disrepair. My dictions dated. Reiterated. Within the page theirs hidden tears. My staples loose. I’m unattached. I’m tainted, chewed up, full of crap. I’m ancient, fruitless, rubber stamped. They take me, use me, put me back. I’m utter trash. I’m rubbish. Scrap. Unloved. The past. Forget about me. The pressure’s mounting. My head is pounding. Can’t let it out and it never ceases. I’ve begged and shouted, pled and weeped ‘til I’ve shed a thousand empty pleas. I’m dejected. Hounded. Empty. Drowning. Help me now, then… Let me be.

dismissed your conviction, we’re too bitter to win;
and too sour to speak of a mint condition we’re in.
you were once a conductor, but you’re now a puppet
who keeps forgettin his youth pursuing fountains of it!

from the valleys to summits, you scaled to plummet.
too attuned to a tune that the fat lady aint sung yet!
if you said it, you done it; it smarts, you’re the dumbest;
son, summon some courage from that pit in ya stomach!
in a crowd of ten hundred the wisest one is the youngest
cowards are known to take their life,
….but heros know what they took away from it!

No tortured soul should walk alone. After all, I know, I wont be missed. I’m slowly sinking. Cold. I’m finished. Loneliness is closing in. I’m broken, twisted, old I’m sick. Malodorous and over with. I’m droll, I’m slipping. Scolded, distant. Motionless and frozen stiff. I’m bone and limb. I’m blood and tissue. I’m toes and fingers. I’m muscle tissue. I’ve no existence. I’m ghostly. Grisly. Unwholesome. Filthy, tired & I’m weak. I’m woeful, stagnant, quiet and serene. I’m a growing cancer. Silent. I’m asleep. I’m a closing casket. I’m finally at peace. I’m suicidal with my ethos doing battle with my will. I’m the Jagged Little Pill that Alanis didn’t swill. I can’t handle this, it’s killing me. I need to find escape. I am languorous. I’m history. I’m bleeding. Dying. Fake. I am vacuous. I’m misery. I’m evil. I am hate. My only chance left is to quit, to leave, for me to find my way…

you once lived in the moment.. yes, life is in tense;
yet ya lost all ya good sense along with ya innocence.
we were larger than life but much smaller than livin it
so here’s the truth, if ya less interested in what fiction is:

we DID mirror your existence… reflect on it, reminisce!
we ARE your story, and we’re precisely as you pictured it!
all the heros and every villain, no figure is figurative!
then one day reality hit & ya forgotten how to scissor kick!
see, no crime is victimless – so just believe in us a little bit;
cuz we believe in you…
and’ll have an answer to ya problem as the next issue hits!

[namix]

"Seeing What Is"
11.22.2012

I once saw what I wanted, now I’m seeing what is
was ignorant… but now I get, the reason it’s bliss
for I was lost… and then found my reason to live
amazing grace didn’t sound more sweet than it did

cuz the plot gets a lot darker, deeper, and thick
but the ending is lighter; sparking me like a wick
it’s the story of a good book with no pieces omit
but the message gets hidden by reading too quick
---
I once dreamt I was awake; but kept sleeping for kicks
and kept livin in the present so life seemed like a gift
I knew I wasn’t perfect, and know most people are sick
but seen too many more broken to think I needed a fix

the more wretched the land, the better I am; it seemed so legit
so I elected the chant; rejecting the chance to be more than it.
protected my stance; neglecting to stand, in need of a lift
was given a hand… but never did plan on keeping a grip

we’ve all been living for believing… that a reason exists!
to question ‘I am, who am’, who’s been teaching us this?
my interest was amountin, which had piqued on a cliff;
and faith was a conclusion reached by leaping off it!

I kept seeking and seeking; couldn’t cease or desist
defining my life by trying to find some meaning of it
but the wisdom of the ancients said to believe like a kid
and the question wasn’t answered til it ceased to exist

i bet that I would testify; if I test, and reason with it
but beyond that shadow of a doubt was a deeper abyss
for what we sow, we shall reap; and I really dont knit
so it seems the seams I sew are all too easily ripped!

always something up my sleeve, an unreachable itch
i was deceived into thinking that we cant be tricked
but now i’ll swallow my pride before it breaches my lips
and practice what I preach, so I can preach what I did

we all get what we deserve, and receive what we give
…I once saw what I wanted, now I’m seeing what is.

[namix]

"Timeless Words" - 23 famous quotes on the mystery of time
11.29.2012


From rock ‘n roll icons to religious leaders;
From ancient philosophers to 20th century scientists;
From inventors & poets to politicians & social reformers;

The mystery of time has been revealed to us through a series of clues left behind by history’s most influential figures. It’s been easy to overlook the common theme across such an uncommon group – UNTIL NOW!

- - +- -+- -+-+- -+- -+ - -
some say time is like a river; if so, most don’t go with the flow of it;
as we fear the future, frozen-stiff; or get stuck in the past, motionless.
although history has told us this; only time will tell if we notice its notices;
so behold the timely wisdom in the timeless quotes of those who’ve spoke to it:
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Mark Twain had noted that being flattered on youthful looks is a sign of getting old;
Chinese Proverbs hold “an inch of time cannot be bought with an inch of gold.”
“one company can serve some of your needs all of the time,” Lincoln wrote,
“or all of your needs some of the time……….……… but never both!.”
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“time is what we want most, but use worst.” to pen the words of William Penn;
“the years teach much the days never know.” a lesson learned by Emerson.
“yesterday’s gone; tomorrow’s not come.” Mother Teresa said with a grin,
as she continued, to this end: “we have only today, let us begin.”
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“time is the wisest counselor of all…” taught the wise Pericles of ancient Greece;
while Edgar Allen Poe insisted we’d see our present existence as a dream.
“the moment has no time”, da Vinci beamed; and even Gandhi agreed;
as he decreed “there’s more to life than simply increasing its speed.”
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Edison believed it’s true that time’s our only capital & is the one we can’t afford to lose;
“How did it get so late so soon?” came a question from the rhetoric of Dr. Seuss.
“Time is a created thing…….” responded the founder of Taoism, Lao Tzu;
“Time is an illusion”, the great mind of Einstein would also conclude.
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Pink Floyd made Time; Green Day wished for the time of your life;
both of which long after the Rolling Stones first had time on their side.
“use time as a tool, not as a couch!”” said JFK, who gave us years of insight;
“better 3 hours too soon than a minute too late…” a great Shakespearean cite.
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Henry Ford claimed “most people get ahead during the time others waste.”
“Every day is one less day.” Tom Ford added after, but fashionably late
“You may delay but time will not” Ben Franklin did state to the states;
also pleading, “never leave ’till tomorrow which you can do today.”
- - +- -+- -+-+- -+- -+ - -
“We must use time creatively,” persuaded Martin Luther King
“…..and forever realize that the time is always hope to do great things.”

[namix]

"A KEY to Freedom"
01.10.2013

Oscar Wilde:
“Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.”


Namix:
Seeking starts with understanding we don’t really comprehend;
A decision beginning the process of perceiving what’s at ends.
Many pros and cons will follow one’s conclusion to commence;
And the choice appears more shallow the deeper one descends.

The truth resides within the lies; where belief & doubt suspend;
Forever united in the division... and in agreement to contend.
It hides between one and zero, while oddly even forming ten;
A key to freedom releasing a feeling which leashes us again.

It may seem positively negative based on previous pretense;
Until we feel rightfully wronged once enriched by being spent.
We open new eyes & old wounds; we bleed so we can mend;
It takes those ups & downs to see the peaks & valleys blend.

Each mission is similarly different – but the anomalies will trend;
As we discover strength in weakness we once easily condemned.
When we put the quest in question, it means the truth impends;
The meaning is straight forward, and it is just around the bend.

The final click comes in time, but we need to relinquish “when?”
For us to see how far we've come just before we leave again.

[namix]

The Opposite Problem
03.08.2013

do you have the "opposite problem"?

an optimist?! NEGATIVE! just positively positive
the secret of the universe relies upon the opposites
for context in our populous, how competent are colleges?
took a lot of ignorance to comprehend what knowledge is
it’s a problem which is relative, its apparent we adopted it
it's extremely unique, so commonly it’s moderate.
see the glass as half full with a modest bit of cockiness;
but if ya never topped it off, the cup would still be bottomless.

without a winter would a summer even be a thing?
if I never had a fall, would ya ever see me spring?
it’s sink or swim; but what’s a swim without a sink?
I think that I know – therefore I am, I think.
we peak then plateau, and we gradually shrink
no matter how far ya go, ya always on the brink.

Do you have the opposite problem? it’s likely it’s so:
answer with yes, or no – it’s residing in both.
a friend, or foe, above, below – in binary code
the ebbs and flows, they come and go, a high and a low

we want yes without no, wanna know without lessons
never had the answer, but want it without question
seek some direction: east 'n a south; north 'n a west
from chaos there is order, we’re an organized mess
it’s simply complex, we want a grade without a test
wanna win, no contest; wanna host? be my guest!
every notion we protect, all the motions we object;
are all perpetual at worst, and immoveable at best.

beauty is skin deep… but how shallow is sight?
when beauty’s best seen by the beholder who’s blind
can ya find an absent mind present in a moment of time?
in some cases ya capitalize; others, lower than swine.
but it takes both to take off – a case where all the pigs fly
and its the lowest swine who go most high, hoggin the sky‼

Do you have the opposite problem? answer it wise:
the answers black and white but may range from day to night
no wrong or right, narrow or wide, just a demand to supply
the secret’s too revealed to hide, so expect a surprise.

find depth in our shallowness, fulfillment in our hollowness
our future leaders will rise from those who can follow this.

Problem Solved.

[namix]

"The Emperor’s New Gear"
02.05.2013

Dedicated to the “skill-to-shit talk” ratio gettin all kinds of fucked up.


the emperor’s rockin new gear! but what he rocks is not clear.
and after some reflection, the queer should of gotten a mirror

wonderin who?

THIS DROP IS FOR YOU! come get handled like my business.
some put stock in you; but you couldn’t keep my interest.
wanna hold our attention?! ya too shitty dude, sorry…
at best we'll be dye vested like a hippy groom party.

is this a flex about his clothes? is it a diss about his art?
either way, it isn’t very hard to see me shittin on his garb.
i be spittin out them bars…boy, they fly just like my venom;
he could battle me in skinny jeans, i’d still be tighter denim.

fuck the black shoes, black socks, & black pants the cat got;
see him beat to the ground…
….and leave a REAL profound impression in the blacktop!
even as a vegetable, he’ll be pushed around like a cash crop;
until im charged with extended battery like a fucking laptop.
got some bad clocks, he's ticked but not movin; i detect weakness;
so i'll rip his fuckin throat apart and sell his girl some neckpieces!

then wear his heart on MY sleeve; people, see we had love!
nothing has ever came between us except really bad blood!
wheelin in mud, when he’s found flat; its exceeding bad luck;
….who said changing attire was easy after bein jacked up?
help arrived, but the tow-truck man just stopped to diss him
cuz he cant pull off the lugz.. or yoga pants he rocks wit’em

don’t get me started on his taste, no topic deader than that
if I liked the distressed look…….. I’d rock his head as a hat.
but first i’ll make him face his fears; wit one look in the glass
once he soils his pants, im going to plant my foot in his ass
style-wise, cant iron out the problems, wrinkled too vicious;
so i'll put his blouse thru the wringer with this bitch still in it!

his impact aint lastin long, kids act like his rap’s the bomb
but that formalwear off quick as a drunk chick after prom
I can pull quotables out my ass.... he got nothing this fancy
he'd have to pull his only one-liner out the front of his panties

caught his name 'n let it go; what’s my reason to be skeptical?
if memory serves, I’ll remind him that his pieces are forgettable
i might blog about his spectacles, use my site to cite the truth,
make my tightest Loophole ever, describin how I tied his noose!

he coulda used my tutelage; he really needed supervision;
but didn’t need the cross-training to receive this crucifixion!
i discovered a cover-up, revealed it; now the mystery’s dead;
find the legend buried deep within some conspiracy thread.

[namix]

Originally Posted by Diode

these threads exist for the lulz

if ya lookin for a couple lulz; find em on netcees, where the laughs dont end!
but if ya lookin for some MAJOR lullz, head back to PR & check your traffic trends!
bound to laugh ya ass off! NC knows where its at, PR knows where its been;
and that bitch getting sooo ugly we’re down to complimenting its skin.
but its super nice you took time to design the tightest skin since tranny nut sacks
and take pride in a site, which thrived in its prime, in an art you fucking suck at.
ya just wack. I’ll write in half the time it takes a guy to laugh at this ass clown
cuz you board the way you wipe your snatch… front, and then back down.

CHRIS TOLD RICHARD TO SUE ME ON PR… HAHAH, BITCH, HE SAID STOP!
CHRIS POSTED MY OLD AUDIO ON NC... HAHAH, BITCH, IT GOT PROPS!
yet this hasnt-been hasn’t had it?? naaw, the boy’s still enjoyin asses…
and chris in dem to the point half our board’s anointed catholic.
get that ego altered, boy: i’m badass at what ya bad at; ya tech & bad raps;
kid started RCA fan club… heard corey preferred Sony, then back tracked.

took a music class & said my classical taste blows ass…like I respect him?
im about to fire up some Canon in D, just to blast the shit out his rectum!
so I don’t appreciate the faggot’s taste.. dammit, it’s beyond understandin,
cuz while i prefer muh Canon in D… he just prefers his D up in Kannon.
too personal for netcees? this read like I give a shit? bitch, i’m being blatant.
too many statement punches? take away my punches, im just makin a statement
so how will you respond to it? a clever pic? get better bitch! no answer for this hell
you’d only draw interest in a MEME battle...... which pitted namix against myself.

it’s cool you use to be atrocious bro… a REAAAAAL motherfucking disaster…
but this year you improved a shit load, so ya site renders shit content even faster!
it’s cool that your skills are still sorry… im sorry im not more of an apologist...
but for us to see ya laysik lines, it’d take bad eyes & a trip to ya ophthalmologist.
It’s cool that you got married bro, I’m sure the wedding brought tears!
must have been emotional… to be the first engaged PR member in years!
but it’s cool he’s soo committed; for those who didnt know, his story’s tight!
Diode invested in something for 7 years… and STILL pays for Corey’s site!!

Originally Posted by Diode

winner and assumed final battle champion ever on PR:

namix

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Originally Posted by Senny Sen

Would you prefer to own netcees.co rather than project rhyme?

Originally Posted by Diode

i’d rather own both

Originally Posted by Diode

namix bought it from gow

so i have like no doubt the 5 of you remaining will leave here for there in the next 6 months

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Originally Posted by Diode

mofuckin namix just stole Scrypt from you dude

thieving

nasty

Originally Posted by Ol' Man Corey

Diode, I think you misunderstood what he was going for. He was just writing a mission statement for how mods/admins and leaders should go about providing an optimal environment for writers

Originally Posted by Senny Sen

It hurts so much that diode didn't get to buy netcees.

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Originally Posted by Diode

if i die, rc is in charge.

Originally Posted by Three-Planes-Aligned

Don't take this the wrong way, but please die

additional references available upon request. step off son.