02-06-2018, 06:53 PM | #1 |
Scream
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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!!/ __________________ {-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/ |
02-06-2018, 10:36 PM | #2 |
rhyme capsule.
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i read four random lines.
they were trash. but not ill. thanks. |
02-07-2018, 01:02 AM | #3 |
death to amen
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^ ur trippin.. as far as multies are concerned this is legends all the way
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02-07-2018, 01:06 AM | #4 |
death to amen
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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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