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Old 02-06-2018, 06:53 PM   #1
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Default 1000 Bars of Illness - Tyson

Originally posted January 20, 2002. The project of course, was never finished. - KempoMRK


leavin ya stuff, emcees got their teeth in the dust/
treason, seepin' through the meanin of trust/
mathimatical, trappin you, crash you with stab wounds/
autograph you when i use bullets to create your tatoo/
mad feuds, textcees got their limbs glued to keys/
scared to grab the mic and abuse the speech/
the first right, the freedom, how the dirt taste?/
steppin to me cause electric n heat, creating an earth quake/
breakin cali off the map, left in the pacific floatin/
with no specific notions, my mens extend to flowin/
suspend from boastin, MCs ain't ill enough to chatter teeth/
throw energizers in a fire and get assault and battery/
madness at an average reap, school days are gone and bad/
no more getting money from mom and dad/
on my own, to retrieve my own cash and expenses/
blastin the gimmicks, cry and laughter attractin my image/
the mirror side, clearer side of the arch nemisis/
the dark images creatin the satan of a sparked genisis/
start feelin this, cause its gonna catch you on the 1 2/
body chop will punch you like karate blocks and kung fu/
instant messages buzzin an fly/
is this a fuckin disguise?/
cats jabberin about bullshit, sayin nothin but "hi"?/
do you have common sense? think before your jaw flaps/
off the top so hard, i rock tracks with a hard hat/
put down ya gaurd black, it ain't gonna stop the gloomin/
comin with lots of humans to wreck ya til ya plot is ruined/
not expectin a single soul to read, just expressin thoughts/
in the way im supposed to be, concious has been stressed and fought/
beaten by itself, held down from shinin/
tyson is a name in itself, a well-rounded diamond/
glitterin rocks, spittin the glock like my mouth was a trigger an locked/
life owes me something, but god is odd, and he figures its not/
fuck him i'll uppercut him, give him a cut chin/
then punch him in the stomach until he's munchin on his lunches/
opposite of h20, but burn hotter than lyrically possible/
wanna see ya friend? try and visit the hospital/
if he went round for round and toe to toe/
flow for flow, pound for pound, he got blasted like kosovo/
flowin poems from my mouse click to tokyo/
round 6, drown chicks when i roast ya soul/
chew stick, a huge bitch, nothing but whines and bitchin'/
with actual skills that remind the mind of when diamonds glisten/
I'M FUCKIN RHYMIN! LISTEN! wy I am so ignored? Pull it/
I got a trigger happy gun and a finger, with some bored bullets/
so why not give em a job, let em out my misery/
my image seen as my own enemy, verbal energy/
need a swig of listerine, i dont have a CLEAN MOUTH!/
everytime i FREESTYLE/
every other f*ckin word gets BLEEPED OUT!/
meanwhile, I'm thinking of a way to steal this kid and peel his wig/
put my T~R~E on his cranium, and eat my last meal in it!/
I got a million spits, this is just from my left hemisphere/
cause if my right was free, i'd fight emcees and be pinnin queers!/
now this is what i call some muthafuckin Rhythm here!/
how you gonna run around squares that are trapped in a sphere?/
I'll tell you how it happens, first you get ya ass kicked/
then you get switched with a stunt actress and get ya stuff blasted/
then i pull out a mack-10, load up the black clip/
and blow the sad wig and mad grin off of a bad kid/
fuck the system! fuck the shit! fuck the mothafuckin government that runs this shit, ill take each of their nuts n dick and tie em to a blind crew of a sluttish bitch and tell em they don't know who their "fuckin with!"/
until their upper lip can touch their ribs/
until cats realize i deal lies with ruggedness/
cause cats don't know i've been flowin on the microphone/
ever since clinton was pimpin and his wife was boned/
got the hypest tone, out of all christians in the universe/
take ya cross and use it as a gagger when i throw up and spew a verse/
got the hugest curses to leave any dude with nurses/
with big boobs and purses/
spit flus on purpose/
wind tubes and earth spins/
leave a whole big crew in hearses/
carpool 'em, fool 'em, pull 'em out the back and slap them/
I usually hit on girls with 9's, but today I'll prolly MACK-10/
suicide from a stupid guy, get my future fried/
live with pain, spit in vein, givin game to a new disguise/
a new tyson, bigger and badder like chris rock/
fuck the difference between slip knot and hip hop/
fuck kid pac/
fuck cyphers behind the thrift shop/
fuck a big glock that can rip shots til the clip drops/
fuck smokin reefer, all it does it ban me from my family/
and if thats not life, than what makes a man me?/
what makes a fan peeps? somebody to root for me/
somebody usually to say my verses was super sweet/
always have a fake smile, emcees is make belive/
switchin a trance, just to get in the pants when im datin queens/
just using them, manipulative, gettin pussy cause of the puppy face/
i feel bad for the women, my tricky ways are such disgraced/ -97
fuck this place, this is the final wordplay, the very last punch/
get dumped in a scary trash dump/
then blow up with no guts when i inject the gas pump/
your whole style is ass punk, mine is hyper than riddelin/
belittilin little men, when i spit with them, full of beliegirance/
ignorant tiny-crews, get dead and dread in their shiny-suits/
YOU'LL BE ON MY NUTS FOREVER! Your stuck together like siamese dudes!/
Explosion from heat wars and mountains/
to flowin with keyboards and mouse clicks/
my royalty will spoil peeps, get boiled teeth/
name in vein, games ashamed, the loyalty/
used to be boys with me, then became a dick/
said you'd never treat me like my step dad,
you the same as him!/
wantin and hopin my disapearance/
persaverin', hurt to squirt the tears in/
waitin til the years end, the numbers decrease/
deceivin life, usin jesus christ to go under his wing/
lightnin strikes, the thunder'll sing, chorus in the sky/
cought enough grills to look foreman in the eye/

Im loki, low key, i flow beef, got a whole fleet of roasts every time i show teeth/... get it?

i can go street, bring out a glock nine/
but i'd rather flow over a slow beat, and rock rhymes/
get ya 'read' like stop signs from novelist/
got my knowledge dipped in college bitch/
and im droppin out as a sophmore modelist/
plots demolishin/
dictionary/
rippin fairys/
spittin with so much beef my teeth come equipped with dairy/
get a visionary/
im on top like missionary/
better chances of bleedin than seein ray charles kill stevie in pictionary!/
the charts are climbin, hearts declinin/
im the verbal smarts of rhymin/
charred and shinin/
dull and bright, skinny, fat, opposites attract/
so that means you'll see the light when i put ya optics in a sac?/
doubt em, ass kicks is the outcome/
madness, mad libs on the album/

illest jams by the millagrams, equals-a-hit/
I froze Alaska, blowin past ya, I'm lethal-as-shit/
got the illegalist whip, weed-stash-under-the-seat/
dimes suck, times up, in rehab,-puffin-with-fiends/
nothin but cream, like donuts-n-porn-shops/
you don't want beef? Go-Suck-a-pork-chop/
show up, the door locks, windows are rolled up/
like hollow babies, leave you with no guts when I stroll up/
you got no nuts, your rap-crew is cashews/
pull out a gat dude, fastly autograph-you/
blast you, leave ya chromosomes on the asphault/
donkeys cause trouble, its an ass-fault/
bats, balls, play hard ball with ya facial-structure/
im white, but its hiphop, whys is racial-brother?/
ya mom is my favorite-lover, got a jealous-dad/
redirect like stop-signs, the glock-9 is hittin fellas-fast/
sell-ya-raps! get out the game and stay-away/
and be happy your record is still on lay-away/
all you say is about how you don't shave-ya-legs/
then explain the skin layers in ya razor-blades/
eyelashes, eyebrows, cheeks, make up like RUPAUL/
in reality, you prolly don't even have TWO BALLS/
you lost, got hot flashes when I spit heat like older-ladies/
something you don't know, my nuts are what holds-your-babies/
means I'm fuckin ya wiz, rush and bust in her ribs/
and she deep throat, her tonsils are touchin her kids/
take ya wifey in the back, liftin the shirt n skirt/
I don't rap, I sit back, the pen does the dirty work/
the first place, I'm and earthquake, you just a whirl wind/
make the world spin - like the ovaries in ya girlfriend/
I was nice before incests and violent kids/
before insects were impressin scientists/
before the tin man could show a heart/
and animals came in pairs of Noah's Ark/
flowin smart... layin my head in the golden park/
showin art... got so much ice, that it glows the dark/
NO REMARKS! Keep ya teeth sewn-to-ya-lips/
try to hit me and split 3 bones-in-ya-fist/
off the dome when I spit, like Rushmore/
crush-whores, like the cops, when I sweat, I bust-poors/ (pores)
Fuck-Scores, this a tough-war, and you messin-with-styles/
you a liar, I'ma survivor, your just Destiny's-Child/
can't ya rhyme?/
I'm the champ in lines/
near done - bust ya ear drum when I amplify!!/
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{-breathe-}

the keystyle master, bout to be a free-champ/
the kid got more "high-lights" than weed-lamps/
indeed-plans, will be crushed in my palm/
seed-swam, the second I bust in ya mom/
runnin with arms, they get 'beared' like grizzlies do/
you gonna chip ya tooth, when you tasten Ricky's shoes/
chronic is sticky too, dude, its glued to ya lungs/
grab ya miss, ask the bitch “what you do with ya tounge?”/
I shoot ‘n’ you run, the treatment for you liar racists/
Cover you with fire blankets ‘til your ablaze and in higher places/
Like the guys in Matrix, I’ll leave a hole in ya dome/
Take your body from hell, like shoes, put ya ‘sole’ in a home/I roll with the “grown”, and I don’t mean noises of anger/ (groan)
Leave ya favorite kids in my radius, ya boys are in danger/
Toyin with strangers, leave ya cold like an Eskimo/
I’m on top of US like Canada, you resembling Mexico/
Test ya flow, putting ya verses with a proctor to see/
I get mad BRAINS, my nuts gotta doctor’s degree/
My pubes got a lex, my penis a millionaire/
Fish swim in the pool, my dogs eatin with silverware/
Best respect, for I stretch ya neck, the hard tales/
This vet is vexed, be “catchin wreck”, like guard rails/
Get ya heart ‘scaled’, resembilin snakes, ya timbalands shake/
Tremble ‘n’ wait… I’m ‘sew’ nice, that the thimble can break/
Ricky’s mean, got the sticky green, sealed ‘n’ ready/
Got a real machetti, that will leave you lookin’ like veal spaghetti/
The steal is heavy, where do I go since?/
Since I “partied like it was ‘99”, left the scene with no ‘prints’/ (Prince)
Mocking murderous bakeries, my bread’s-illegal/
put American’s bird in the Sahara, and shoot it with a ‘desert eagle’/
the seven’s lethal, in the game, I got and get dough/
roll up the spot and then smoke, drop the window, cop the indo/
poppin ten hoes, callin 1 after another, they page-my-celly/
then they get daddy long stroke with a side of K-Y-Jelly/
part of the mothership… flowin-and-rhyme-stories/
don’t know who you fuckin with… like getting thrown-in-blind-orgies/
blessin ya fame, win with E’s.. not the medicine’s name/
Air Forces on my feet like stepping on the president’s plane/
Who holds mo’ bills in the oldsmobile than Tyson with smoke/
Fightin the hoes, boxin ring got my licsence provoked/
wreck with nobleness, ht a kid, left him motionless/
stabbed the dude, started passin through electrice voltages/
chest and solar disc, both left in the recycilin-bin/
take the man’s pride, his damn wife, and knifin-his-kin/
knocked his eyes in his chin, fuck this kid, I’ll punch his ribs/
so hard that he’ll be able to taste his lunch again in his upper lip/
RUGGEDNESS! A cross breed between denim ‘n’ leather/
Cash is great then, masterbation? Sex with women is better/
My rhythm is pleasure – any music in Hip Hop/
Ask what time it is, next minute, your losin’ ya wrist watch/
Shoot ‘til the clip drop, reload – fire-rifles/
Guns like water, continue, to start over like dryer-cycles/
use knifes as darts, quite the art, guns a toy/
how you gonna be ‘hire’ than me when you unemployed?/ (higher)
shoot at ya REEBOKS, I’ll plan-a-scary-verse/
You like to EVE’S DROP, like the ball on January First/
A life-time-illness, I write-rhymes,-brilliance/
Bury ya clan, make ‘em Men In Black, and right-by-Will-Smith/
Ty’s-lines-kill-kids, roll around with steel trigs/
Treatin domes like bananas, I split and peel wigs/
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Old 02-06-2018, 10:36 PM   #2
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i read four random lines.

they were trash.

but not ill.

thanks.
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Old 02-07-2018, 01:02 AM   #3
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^ ur trippin.. as far as multies are concerned this is legends all the way
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Old 02-07-2018, 01:06 AM   #4
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Test ya flow, putting ya verses with a proctor to see/I get mad BRAINS, my nuts gotta doctor’s degree/My pubes got a lex, my penis a millionaire/Fish swim in the pool, my dogs eatin with silverware/Best respect, for I stretch ya neck, the hard tales/This vet is vexed, be “catchin wreck”, like guard rails/Get ya heart ‘scaled’, resembilin snakes, ya timbalands shake/Tremble ‘n’ wait… I’m ‘sew’ nice, that the thimble can break/Ricky’s mean, got the sticky green, sealed ‘n’ ready/Got a real machetti, that will leave you lookin’ like veal spaghetti/
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