The other one was getting a bit long in the tooth, so this is the new one. For the unfamiliar, this is where you drop your unadulterated/unfiltered thoughts for the world to see!
4 line minimum!
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The other one was getting a bit long in the tooth, so this is the new one. For the unfamiliar, this is where you drop your unadulterated/unfiltered thoughts for the world to see!
4 line minimum!
Yeah, never stopping. Feel the momentum enlighten the crowd...
Don't even know who you're fighting with, now.
The type to give out ritual asswhoopings, n' not even feel a bit of remorse.
Feel the residual force of power I'm giving your corpse.
Skeleton shape shifting to remnants that can be placed in a fossil collection..
You can say you're the best, but definitely not in this section
Thoughts so perplexing, even the shittiest drops get an honorable mention
For shitting on your best drops, especially if you want the attention
Your dire request. Church choir, confess I am the best.
I ain't impressed. If you trying to test, you can die like the rest.
A lion, I'm blessed with the natural instincts of prying your flesh
Jeffery Dahmer. skill meticulous with some fire finesse.
Oh, so noble and admirable that you had to know.
Network. My average is enough to shatter a pro.
Clavicle broke. Wanted to battle, but know I'm no average Joe.
Toxins burn peons to fragments I throw like a javelin pole.
Mastodon - feel the world shaking as a I travel the globe
You're swimming in rapid waters, paddling slow trying to handle your boat.
Hand to your throat, squeezing the life out of you - do it!
Already rocked the show, so, I don't have to prove it.
Lucid dreamer. Feel the movements, like a true believer.
Music deep, every instrument in the cue bringing you to your keeper.
Melody jumps off of the page and into the rhythm.
Bring you back to reality, I'm quicker to hit 'em
Fold 'em with one punch - you'll think you're reading a Shonen Jump.
loaded pump. Cops think it's clear until they're shown the trunk.
"Phew! What's that smell, boy?"... Oh, I think I ran over a skunk.
"Well, get that taillight fixed." Yes. They already know it is luck.
Cold, but you know it. What's up with the energy you got, patna.
Locking horns, that tough talk will fly, but not on forums.
You got your warning.
Talk is boring, know that Taut is more than dropping for this.
Pop enormous, bodies hanging in meat locker storage.
Yeah, unfamiliar in these parks - you're a walking tourist
Catch a fucking hook to the head; this thread's like a popular chorus
You not go'n ignore this, you ready to die.
Verse, or these hands, bitch - you better decide.
Cypher Alumni is the squad that I rep on your fraudulent set.
Pedestal looking lovely for the finish, if y'all wanna step.
I called to collect. These deep waters, so acknowledge the depth.
Hold masses, these cold classics give out funerals to bodies of text...
Yeah, nice to meet ya. The type of feature
to get you hype and make you wanna fight your teacher
In the middle of class, I'll belittle that ass.
After school, you ain't getting a pass.
Luscious Lyon's son; they said you was trash!
And guess what? Didn't take much convincing to believe it.
Throw up your set n' lose your guts - I don't care who's bulimic.
The Truman genius - really gotta follow the show
Or acknowledge the flow, I'm brolic, but know your baby mama
will swallow this load, all in a row.
She tilts her head back and shoots it all from her nose
Coughing, n' goes to the washroom with rolls of paper to get it off of her clothes
You call 'er up like, "Wyd beau"
She like, "Oh u know, out running errands"... pfft, fucking right... she out here, sucking pipe.
Got my hustle right, fuck your life if you see my grammar
Play your cards right or end up worse than Feech La Manna.
Peep the plan, I keep the cypher alive when I'm writing, a sign
of a titan. Your mind is enlightened. But inside you deny you are frightened.
Kind of exciting, I keep it real with the lines I am reciting
Fast hands, even when my guard is down - Iron Mike Tyson!
I guess this will be mine.
All I'll do is fill it up with the most simple of lines...
While I'm watching the world 'trickle' in time...
Ride the wave? Where's the surfboard at?
Fork in the road... food for thought, but there's much more than a portion, to go.
In reality? Enough demons have tortured my soul
You're tapping your heels, but, I don't think that's enough of a force, to get home.
Ball player. Call the mayor.
Transparent, y'all saw the layer.
But the speed is slow in your vehicle - that's 'throttled' data.
The God omega, I'm back.
I hope you got a prayer.
Old testament style - y'all started repenting when y'all saw the savior.
Nah, there's much more insight to be seen.
The dark taverns bring back the mirrors, reflecting light in your dreams...
As I'm writing the schemes, images of death start lurking...
Thirstin Howl... I said the God of this shit, so, it hurts to bow.
Conversely, I'm fucking this shit, raw. So, it hurts the 'bowels'...
It's personal (person-now-'l). Words are quickly bringing the curtains, down.
Ugh, and you don't know the half of it.
Out of my mind - make sure the mental jacket fit.
Attached to it.. not even professors are with the acumen.
And if you didn't get it before? Well, you can ask again.
Ruthless, though. Truth is, you should know.
Not like I'm hiding the shit. The site is comprised of why I am the shit.
And it has nothing to do with the fact I've been chewing you cats.
Nah, there's much more than that.
A lot more in store for this board, to track.
I got this forum tapped, milking potential.
Put it against your face with pressure, just so you can feel the credentials.
The skill with this pencil is too natural. Man, you GOTTA hate it!
Shit, I would hate it, too.
You're the outlier, so, none of this relates to you.
And even if it did? I doubt you would get it.
Talking bullshit, online. Sounding pathetic.
And now that I've said it you're pondering the aftermath.
You should be thinking Drake cause, this shit's going Back 2 Back.
Asian massage. Your little bibles aren't enough to play with the gods.
I'm only here, simply, to display your facade.
I'm saying, it's off. DO SOMETHING.
Get clocked, it's like 2' something. Old stereotyping ass.
"Officer, I dindu nuffin!"
Out at your crib, with the cannon, I don't care who's busting.
Home Depot with it, you know I'm cool with the tools, cousin.
Yeah, keep your hands to your side.
I got keys - this is the Janitor's pride.
It's regulating season, now. The Rock in this bitch, like shit, you don't see the brow?
So hot in this motherfucker, ya need a towel.
Even now, I've been ready.
Deadlier as ever, and yet... when the pen's in effect they're just realizing, now, I'm a menacing threat.
I send it direct where ya live. Committed homicide on the records I did.
In other words, you're not gonna get where you is.
Punishing you for shit you did, preemptively.
Top of the food chain, it will take some bodies before you get to me.
Yeah,
The bars paint pictures of horrors, these scriptures are forward...
Treat the rappers like my rotten children, go sit in the corner...
I punch kids, and give them a mean pop like an abusive father...
Spit it with flow like a fountain of lucid water, you should honour...
These tactical skills are mine to play with, such a masterful will...
The ratchets spill...your capsule pill, Dr.Ak, my practice is ILL..
But I’m faster to kill than any disease, come capture ya fill...
With a sickle, my first pickle be you, like that was the dill...
You might exercise your work as one of the best to weaponize a verse..
But Around my wretched vibes, you should be petrified to lurk..
You’ll get beaten near death and left alive to hurt...
I specialize in curses and all the other decrepit sides of church...
Rhymes dispersed, with little to no effort. I go get it,
while they where watching the throne...
Me, I'd rather watch where they're going.
GPS logged on, so they don't get lost in the moment...
Verses made for the ring, so it's nothing to toss an opponent, aside.
I know their disguise; they're not fooling me.
Came off of a "Saturday Night" run - word to Schooly D.
Who we be, is no concern to 'em bottom lurkers, thinking
they're the next to be on... arrested development: susceptible pawns.
Resting upon the mosaic arch, relaxed even...
These cats needing to get their papers together, headers like tax season.
On wax, we in a different ball game... Lebron James precision...
Off the head, like a brain incision...
20/20, my framework isn't exactly what they envisioned, but they HAVE to get the protocol.
I paid the tows, and all. I watched the roads they follow...
And work, until there's no tomorrow.
The doors, I break through... well, 'bout time. I make due.
Reached the pinnacle - I got a great view.
Synchronized down to a science, they take two takes to the directors chair.
They say the respect is rare.
But my head is above water - time that I get this air.
I had a hard life, there were times I didn't get to share.
Single mother and 4 kids... morbid, my father wasn't worth shit...
He dipped out... I'm here for my son.
I'll fight tooth and nail until the truth prevails..
Truth is, these dudes about 2 on the ruthless scale...
Food for thought? Their food is stale.
Train of thought... you could choose your rail.
The floodgates will give 'em a good view of Wales.
AND THEN SOME. Me and this pen, don't need any friends.
We Bonnie & Clyde.
Arm robbery, ride shot gun... get it? popped trunk, with a body inside.
Elephant in the room... it probably just died.
Popped trunk, elephant? Uh. Not even trying.
"Man, you gotta be lying". I shit you, not. Pick a spot,
whether they're a fan of Heavy Metal, or not, they're still gonna lick a' shot.
Either way! Misery loves company, but...
she ain't with me, today.
She said needed her breathing space.
They won't be happy until we're replaced...
Fuck that, I keep driving, better believe I don't have any vehicle breaks.
It's the talent they need to embrace.
I'm back on my bull', swinging the axis, your lull
has no effect on me, so expect to receive this package, in full.
And you won't need to sign for it.
I was already there on the top, ain't need to climb for it.
The original template, I was designed for it.
Rhymes legit stick to the page. The front-runner. Stanley Kubrick.
- with meticulous rage, I grip this pen.
You don't know how the lions eat, till you're in the den.
And see their grins, and then you got your perspective cut.
Put pedal to the metal, once the pressure's up.
Steadily building my momentum, what. I'm flexing, like super sets, enough
reps to pull a motherfucking PR stunt.
Y'all are weeds, I mean, we are 'blunt'. Catch me rolling if you want this 'smoke'.
Get burned, faster than a fucking marijuana tote.
You cats are comical, the shit's phenomenal, homie.
You don't want those problems, though. Fall back.
With all that shit you've been kicking.
Shit's ridiculous, pimping. My thoughts are cerebral - this is critical thinking, 101.
Watch your foundation come undone, with one utterance. I done punish it.
Cesarean - you can't stomach it.
I run with this forum on my back, but at my core? I am relaxed, chilling.
Got the 'lax feeling. I'm not the cat for your past dealings.
I'm the gambit, wear my heart on my sleeve.
Before you catch your second wind, though? I will make it harder to breathe,
through the panel frame. My greatness is something I can't explain.
It's enough to drive a man, insane.
Damn it, mane. I rose from the ashes; feel the volcanic reign.
The power is regal... and magnificent...
I don't know how you get down with your people, but I'm regulating.
I'm on point, something like the head of Satan.
Legislating the movement, and closing up shop.
They simply can't match the flow that I got, it's diabolical. So, they just watch.
It's fucking uncanny, but the moment is lost.
They know I'm a boss, they're catching both of these balls, and the shaft, like a throw in Lacrosse.
But fuck all that, you want see the chill vibes.
This is my movie, but the hero still dies... that's important to note.
Rode the tides, from the waters I was forced to approach
Nothing but a corpse, in a boat, coursing through the seas, tripping.
I keep these keys kicking... I make 'em listen
to the scythe, dragging across the floor... parental advisory, it's a lot of gore.
They couldn't take what they had, already - I'm dropping more.
I take it the ends of the earth... they only way you can stop it? Is if I put this pen in reverse. '
Feel the momentum, I think the pendulum's cursed.
My mind is methodical, by default. So let's keep it a buck.
This shit was on the cutting room floor, but I figured...
The more it's unfiltered, the more you are triggered. I like it.
Shit, it's basically the motivation I write with.
I didn't get to where I am by being polite, bitch...
You either rocking with me or not, you get it? And I don't stop,
until the cartridge, is empty.
All of my enemies are marked, if they tempt me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, which means
it's no longer beating, inside my chest. Which basically means, you can die if you try and test.
You wonder why I'm 'vexed? Cause nothing's for real.
Got me uncomfortable - a bunch of grumpy old motherfuckers, bro.
Still bumping their gums about their legacy.
But I won't let it get to me. They told me, "Just let it be".
Phonetically spell these words out, so you can see it, in sequence.
You may not be a religious man, but, you need to believe this...
Evil uniqueness. The words fly off of the page.
You're walking, ablaze... looking awkward - don't get lost in the maze...
My thoughts are enraged, volcanic. Turn you to molten ash.
You're gonna crash... fill the road with gas, n' then I throw the match.
You know it's facts - the paradox that you prayed upon.
Waiting on these pussies, so I can put 'em where they belong.
Ain't no problem - super decisive, when my skill's in question...
Food for thought; syllable quenching, to the point I can feel 'em digest it...
But you're still anorexic. My model Aristotle talk.
Molotov cocktail, while you were in class, nodding off.
I was hitting the books, with a majestic jab.
My text vocab leave you out of luck, like a black man, trying to catch a cab.
Best to laugh. Because it's easy to flex the wrath.
Test your path, the impact is enough to tear your chest in half.
I guess this pad's become with instinct.
If you had an inkling, you would know that I'm the kingpin.
So, fuck what you're thinking now.
This is the facts, you need to drink it down.
Your hate is not enough to sink the crown.
I got bodies on my list, don't come the next one.
My evil thoughts are a lot darker than my complexion...
Spitting fury to seize your soul.
Compare my heart to that of freezing cold...
I had it in me since I was 3 years old.
I'm blowin ya chest like a gym work out ,
pressin the guage to ya abs let the lead dispurse out ,
I'm burnin ya kin to the white meat ,
see me killin ya family , ya close homies life is pricely ,
You add time to the mix , I dip out in seconds ,
with a couple milli's tucked , hot dudes holdin the weapons ,
I hold my tithe's to the lord under my socks ,
God's with me so I pay homage to his angels who watch ,
you talk in the picture , you better get allah in this piece ,
I'll drop you with ease or would you have me draw out the peace?
I'm layin up jays , fall back along the lines ,
eclipse shots with the gun and bucks flyin behind ,
The heat is sure to arrive while I'm high on marijuana ,
pull the AR out , blast at the cops in Compton California ,
better yet I'm on ya , hittin you every "time" like "clock work" ,
I got the goods , bet you aint got my stock work ,
I feel like I'm on T.V , shockin these fools now I'm famous ,
Goons by my side , quickly they run to the point that they chasin
I'm walkin in this jungle , high tryin not to bungie ,
I see how you takin shots , tryin to steal the goods from me ,
I got one shorty , one gun in ya face like I kill cat's ,
The problem is I'm "hard" and you get the "iron-y" like "steel mats" ,
I drain out these dudes , my heats on point like jewels ,
countin ya blessin's makes me want to count my cool ,
New era caps no hard hats , on top of the charts ,
wit my chrome strap on me , givin a red dot then shot marks ,
I'll peel out in a acura , the power I feel is over bear'n ,
I do rap like food scapes , butter yall up with out swearin
This lock smith keeps keys to the safe , I'm poppin latches ,
on point like girls on a target , too good lookin for pagents ,
My hood look goons the goonies , way colder than Alaska ,
breakin into the zone wit guns , I’ll pistol whip you after ,
My breaths colder than winter winds , grappling with diligence ,
moon walkin for these kids like Michael showin his innocence ,
I'm printin my name on the page , the jokes are outta here ,
wrote the game for harlem , the fame helps me persevere ,
I never fall when I tight rope , the scene is heavy ,
and when I speed I soar like a tech nine talon or chevy ,
The dimes are ready for sex , virgins fall out of glory ,
I made clean with that drink , I need to keep a fourty ,
dudes think then their words release , too hard to keep ,
like the mind of a fighter , might of his thoughts so deep ,
Forces go forward and rip reality , past the balance beam ,
Its time to race without precaution so come challenge me
Guns aspire higher than a soldier could ever achieve ,
cuz the shots bring drama , toppin all his valiency ,
I mold my actions like clay , raps runnin like pottery ,
and I know my flow is too hot for you to stop me ,
Hunting for a mystery is superb , I test the words ,
the gravity of the situation is balancing wet with herbs ,
You vets assured that I'm automatic , strictly for the cause and habit ,
Ready for the fall of the planets , bringin the stars and havoc ,
I'm damaging all prospects , message to the order of all awesomeness ,
All powerful rapper causin militants to brawl in the mist ,
I'll Knock the heat out you , stick and weave till I'm adjusted ,
Pull those thoughts out ya head severely exposing your brain functions
I work as a word caster , halting the beat masters ,
when you beef with me , I realign bodies with my blaster ,
out side is the war zone , games played in the street ,
get played out faster than goons that thought I was sweet ,
I'll destroy your home , god can't save you cat's ,
cuz I'm a terminator , I'll take you out like you was trash ,
They’re all here , the dudes that think my games a fool ,
so protect ya thoughts with a head vest on our next duel ,
Cat's get schooled in this place , guts are rightfully needed ,
I'm fly as an diamond angel and I'm throned like I'm lord Jesus ,
You'll return to the dust fast , the power of my mind casts ,
the force of a nine flash going to fly past for a quick crash ,
I'm more of a killer gassed , nines focused on the mission ,
and I'm winnin like Jay-Z , on my way to making millions
I take civilians, stab 'em and ditch 'em...
bad with a mission of driving in a cab, with a gun stashed
in the cabinet drawer...
Cats asking me, after 20 years, why you still battling on forums?
I had to ignore 'em...
I mean, rap and recording is what I do. It's what is passing my boredom...
What else what I do, be a financial adviser? Nah.
Don't wanna market, yet. Playboy philanthropist - I could get Tony Stark upset.
The mark of death. My mind is racing, annihilation.
Try and face him.... you'll die, while I am chasing you, in the woods... like I'm Jason.
My vocation is making your fish, fry... who has a penchant for killing pencils, fulfilling mental suspense?
Uh, this guy. It's why... my words never line up, correctly.
It kind of upsets me, but not really. Acid build up, like buying a Pepsi.
Your wife is trying to be sexy, it's not working.
I'm dying, she lets me stick it in her American Pie, while she is riding my jet-ski... uh.
Wait. Back track. Rap facts 101... I want my Axe back.
So I can swing it, yo.
I thinking I must be Lincoln, though. My chains clinking, my ink is low.
I see it blinking, no, it must be the fact that I'm thinking slow.
Ramp it back up to 160, turn you to mince meat.
Fucking CEO of this bitch - I should be in Vince's seat.
Rinse/repeat. What your banking on doesn't interest me.
I'm an entrepreneur. You're cow manure - your sound isn't pure.
"I know it is", But... how are you sure?
I mean, not a hit record to your name. You ain't repping what you claim.
There's a lesson to this game, every question is the same.
I'm guessing it doesn't change, not in the slightest.
Talking, but your words cannot be deciphered...
You're probably hyper, and need some talking down from the ledge...
You know what calms me down? Clowning on heads.
Pull the covers and see a clown in your bed, found in there, dead.
Scary shit. I'm throwing fists if what you say next doesn't agree, like Zo Williams
and Aries Spears... what I carry in here? Clearly, it's fear.
It's what exile would look like to President Chump...
I mean, Trump. Sorry. Honest mistake.
But, I wanna drown him in a bottomless lake. Nah, I could care less about the politics.
I don't follow it. All of you on his dick need to stop it, the nonsense is,
all of it is basically cock gobbling hobbyists... like, if you actually looked through history, shit...
The only reason your mad, is because...
He reminds you so much of a past president, what is his name?
I don't know, I don't even know the governments aim, other than to be covered, in shame.
It's fucking insane. Role models, that none of you claim.
Y'all are just looking for something to blame, up in this game.
Game on
I got nothing for this gun to aim on
So i drop my weapons, thats when i drop these bars
I evacuate earth to colonize planet mars
Up in the stars is where im headed
Yeah you know i said it
Traversing the milky way galaxy
Is my God given destiny
Thas all i got... for starters lol.
I quit caring a long time ago,
wearing the weight of the world on my soul.
Down the river Styx, I would float,
ignored like Eeyore, tail detached, oh no...
Depression or Anxiety, can't keep up anymore,
always beat up, endured, dreams stuffed with storms.
Me tough? Oh sure. Never mind these sores.
Clean up the tears as they disappear beneath pores.
Deep down, within my core, a child's hurt and battered,
his words never mattered, his worth always tattered.
He burnt every chapter, took the truth and buried that bastard,
depended on booze and pills when his friends gathered,
just to make it through that social disaster.
He'd go home alone, walking through the cold,
just him and his headphones through rain or snow.
The pain he'd known became a wave of woe,
and eventually it'd completely take control.
I quit caring long ago, the weight on my soul,
down the river Styx, I'd drown and float,
ignored like Eeyore, tail detached, oh no...
Its time for a test , high school is back in the mix ,
Building mathematics , number one rapper stackin the bricks ,
I got a handle on my self while I'm baggin the grips ,
my magnum and clips , bangin like female hymilaians ,
"be good to ya lady" was the sayin ,
Way better than commentin on “whats shakin?” ,
I smoke papers until I get arrested by the cops ,
wasn't my idea to be JFK'ed inside drops ,
so I can't ,
I'm pullin up in dodge chargers wit the amps ,
Thought I was bettin on my own loss , no chance ,
Like I was losin my skills and decieving at band camp ,
afterwards I ghost cat's ,
Silhouette the shadows of the net havin the most raps ,
don't get close to that ,
Soar Kaid ,
powerful like a crash that'll make ya shoulders crack
You sleep on ya pillow while I'm posted in a hard spot ,
cops on the corner , but this is where the guard stops ,
Seein red on ya clothes , metal links on ya neck ,
How couldn't I love that , you dig deep for respect ,
I Breeze past the press , liftin up cowards in secret ,
I'm liftin weights in my mind , my powers the deepest ,
The city beacon straightens you out like your father ,
its fashionable to shoot up cat's so wear armor ,
I tat my gun on my flesh , exposed by the sleeve ,
I fly like birds when I puff the dosure and breathe ,
notice my deeds , givin money to the unsatisfied ,
then they get in the weight to sniff , their brains gratified
I'm makin money , now I'm spendin dough for jewels ,
I bring out the gas to smoke , cat's blow the fuel ,
I see cops , they stop all the time to buy donuts ,
the music is bleek , but I'm brave like a shogun,
gamblin will kill you , hopin you make enough to live ,
you get the max sentence , wearin cuffs in bids ,
I'mma deal hard , my knives slicin bags of dope ,
got containers of crack sellin to those glad to croak ,
You fail to impress , my clothes 2 X ,
girls want me ,
my raps universal , no correction ,
my world is funny ,
take a pop quiz , my culture is a passable test ,
Lamborghini's drivin across town pass in the west ,
Cat's runnin in my streets want to blast the techs ,
Got the camouflage wit dickies under mask and vest
Class connects, I'll get you on game, as long as you past the test.
Fantastic, yes - they're Reed Richards, why? Because them
beating me, in here, is a massive stretch.
So First Class, the words have Xavier's blessing, it's amazing,
all this skill, n I still stay in this section.
They say it's perplexing, while I'm flexing out the muscle game.
They're trying to fan the flame. Well, it's a volcano
you're up against, so I can't complain.
My shots go off before they even have a chance to aim.
And that's just the start of the show.
It's not even apart of the flow, they're harping on, though.
A marksmen, I know my target before he locks into my cross hairs.
Far as I'm concerned, you're inviting the shark on the boat.
The blood's in the water, so don't bother...
- the anchor's going down, which makes it harder to float.
So it's troubled waters, your folks are looking for their life jackets
while the rapids are making you apart of the coast
With your upper class attitude, don't get your cardigans soaked!
I'm a diamond in the rough. The finest of the cuts.
You're a minor, so mind what you're saying.
It's been awhile; it's about time that I came in, - side of this game,
without sliding a payment.
Fuck finding my change, this is the rise of a cavemen.
Theory of Design, every line is a chain
linked to rhymes I've been stating.
Man, you're talking about Big Bang...
I'm talking about opening the doors and letting these kids hang...
And get hooked inside of some sick slang.
I'm talking about hits that can be likened to domestic assault...
I'm far gone, the message results
fallen on deaf ears, like you're addressing a cult.
I'm simply the best through no fault of my own, I guess.
But I digress, I'm the Hulk in a full rage, putting your text to a halt.
A full page, desecrated. Investigate it. The best is stated.
Domesticated. Best relate it to the deaths in Vegas.
Stephen Paddock, shooting into a crowd.
He brought up heavy artillery to the top floor, and wasn't stopped 'fore
on suspicion by the hotel staff, that's something I'm still figuring out.
I mean, it got a nigga' in doubt.
But rest assured, you won't stop me before 'em triggers get out.
The mind of a sadist, confined to his pages...
Violent, but they just... stay quiet and say it's time to be patient.
Just wait until his reign is over, to feign composure.
It's a lame attempt, in vein, to get your brain, some closure.
I remain a soldier, I'm saying I'm Super Saiyan Ultra.
A supernova, that's falling to earth.
Every bar that I work is like the tab's been set.
Don't get stabbed in the neck over not paying your battle respects, it can
get messy - trust me, I'm not the only one that's been carving my niche.
You know about Karma? Yes, you do. The more harder it is.
You're in the car, with your kids - windows rolled up,
clawing, from the inside... I'm pointing and laughing... Merry Christmas, bitch,
that's just a joyous reaction...
There's no scenario here where you can avoid you all crashing... uh huh, it's gonna happen.
Whether you like it, I write with a vice grip on my pencil, it's like this
lifeless carcass, staring back at you... cause, that's the attributes.
I write a passage or two in rap, then you're through.
I'm the Kraken, the masterful jew, attacking a German Soldier with a baseball bat, in a room..
full of other Nazi haters... commentators... typing along.
Ya don't like what I write in a song? Then ignore it, bitch.
I'm more of an immortal than Kenny McCormick, is.
And that's just a warning if you feel you're ready to war over some forum ish.
Rest assured I've won many battles, and lost few.
And every battle I lost is simply NOT TRUE.
I rock through the top dudes, no breaking a sweat.
You're in a sauna, waiting for death.
The creationist, I make it stressful for you fucking fakes, on the net.
Point blank, I blank, point, and kill you.
Nah, don't get it twisted, I will do... some shit like, hold you over a balcony, while you write me a check.
Not one single rapper has frightened me, yet.
Y'all nerds, but - all things considered - I can see why you'd like to forget.
Roll eyes, and roll credits. I'm-a go get it.
Raw to the core, no edit. It wants to die, but I won't let it!
You say some crazy shit to me? And crazy shit will happen.
It will go far beyond rapping, hoe. We'll get to clapping.
That's a show. Ass exposed, on the sidewalk, with a massive hole.
Caught it from the back , with no sight who did it - Grassy Knoll.
You shake a cop down the street before gettin shot ,
I'm movin fast ,
I see you while you and the heat blasts ,
I go according to the cat's thats higher than average ,
I'm gettin my baggage ,
I think how could they seat a savage? ,
While doin me , I'mma throw it back like Jodeci ,
Even if I'm drunk , aint a man holdin me ,
Or if I'll rollin weed ,
Yeah , I got the semi auto ,I'm havin a blast ,
I know the fiends escapin from facin my wrath ,
These dudes could hold ether , with the cold fusion ,
and be exposed to the criminal path ,
being aided in whispin the craft ,
The reason why I'm beatin ya dogs is fully known ,
the paint on my guns is fully chromed ,
You see me? , my car is a coupe , its nearly owned ,
The price was bonified and the insides are chilly toned
Tell me who's really grown, The Hillbilly vibe
feeling anxiety chill your bones, while society tells you conceal it - no.
Fuck it, I break the axle. Collapsing their foundation
with my weight; an X-rated asshole. Robert Redford, come to take your castle.
Your girl dancing naked, in brown-plated tassels.
Coming out of my birthday cake, while she plays with a lasso.
Dancing slow, no romancing, though. It was my cake,
but I pulled my pants down slow, made my wish, n' then,
gave her a chance to 'blow'....
I'm-a be honest - where there candles? No.
So, you could only imagine what was going on in that moment
Getting dome - while little homie relaxing.
I know, when it comes to these emotions, I am colder than Aspen.
She gets rode, with a passion.
This hoe's just asking me to ride my Apache Chief.
I ate it through the panties, but, that was 'brief' (get it).
That means, that was short.
She gave me that ass, for sport. Rocking some crass, gymnastic shorts.
She likes to role play. She was like, I'll be the "Nicole to your OJ"
and I didn't get it, at first.
But shit, I was like "OK..." ellipsis, and all...
Lips on my balls, sucking 'em shits, through the drawers... dry hump.
Then, I stabbed the bitch like a masochist,
She said she needed lube for her ass, but it's... not that kind of party...
I just wanted the dome...
But she wanted to bone... she blowing you off, while she blowing me up, calling my phone...
I'm all in your home, rearranging your furniture - giving you subtle cues.
Trying to help you out... ya know, Bros before Hoes, and all that.
But nothing knew. We both have something in common - you go home and fuck her, while I fuck her, too.
Only difference is, I ain't loving that bitch.
I don't need a prior commitment to slide in her, just stroking that pussy
while she's applying her lipstick.
I'm on some slick shit. Not gonna lie. I toss her aside,
You buy her cards and get lost in her eyes (smh)
LOL. Sucker for love... back to that OJ line, cause i fucking her, raw.
And when I left, I wasn't stock with the glove.
She wants me to be the main dude, gave me a couple of hugs.
I see the messages she texts to you...
And you believe it? Damn, I guess it's true.
Love will make you do the stupidest shit - nothing new.
You love her, but she ain't loving you.
Check it, I'm coming through. Hit you with the 1 and 2.
I already had winter on lock, before the summer was due.
I'll humble a dude. Sugar Ray Robinson, check it.
Methodical wreck, every match I'm in, so, you gotta respect it.
Pay homage, the effort involved is a stretch, it's
comical, pressure - EMS gotta pull you out, on a stretcher.
Word to Allah, this is my cosmic adventure.
Rick and Morty. Hard to believe, in 7 years, that I'll be hitting 40.
So. I be hitting 40's. Pouring out, for the homies.
No doubt, I've been cozy. My prowess is going out, like an OG.
So, if we gotta duke it out? I'm Yolemite Sam.
Guns are blazing. Such cunning, cause son's amazing.
No one can change him.
100 pages of pure bliss. My words piff. Ya heard this deserved its
just desserts. But, for what it's worth?
Credit goes where credit is due. My level above your plain,
A Saiyan, I never get chewed.
Simply incredible, you? Forever subdued.
My lineage goes deep. No beat. I still rock it.
Phil Collins. Flip, I'm still balling with that Above The Rim knowledge.
I learned Computer Programming, in College... then
Dropped it all, just so I can pick up this pen.
You kids can pretend all you want, n' spit with your friends
In your basement studio, but we truly know who is Coolio.
I pity the fool, insidious fuel, exposed.
Dual, compose the hues in your student woes
Put on your shoes, because you can lose your souls to these music moguls.
They use a choke hold to screw you, folks out of your just dues, using locals to do their shows, so
It's the institute you know, pursuit of more dough...
The spiraling out of control...
They devour you, whole. So, now that you know.
It's best you do it yourself, mate. Fuck getting help from these selfish pricks.
Social media politics, you can lose your sponsorship over followers.
It's all a ploy to model us.
Making you all adjust to the analytics conducted...
And other shit that isn't in the discussion when they're talking about your publishing.
It's the structure you've been accustomed to. Rubbing elbows
And shady deals. Saying: they are your friends....
Probably gave you a benz as a way to pretend that they will stay to the end.
Out of your money. Power hungry.
Your doing shows, losing dough, out of country. You're now their lunch meat.
Yeah, the hustle is real.
Nuts if you get stuck in the reel.
It's a vicious cycle, how do the customers feel?
The pressure from both sides... how you supposed to see the fork in the road,
when you're inside a vehicle you were forced to control?
it tortures your soul, can't sleep at night.
Getting so deep, it's like you have to jump just to reach the light.
Lust in his heart, cause he was sleeping with the preachers wife.
Told him if he cheats, he'll feel the heat, for life.
So he comes to seek advise, in confessional. Trying to get rid of his sins.
They say he's already to deep - he can sink or swim.
It's an ocean of rife. They know it, despite the writings on the wall.
You're here, still fighting to evolve.
I was quiet. Into drawing. Introvert to the fullest...
It was the inner working to pull its weight, and now I'm working and looking straight.
They told me, the fisherman lost many fish before he finally hooked his bait
And he found so many fish, it was almost like he took the lake.
The nerve of these people, determined to cheat you - it's the nature...
of the game.... the stakes are too high...
They call it the game, but it's still the 'lake', in my eyes.
It may be the end, but, I ain't gonna say my goodbyes.
Cause, I got all the fish in the boat... and now, I'm claiming my prize.
I love you, no matter how long it's been since we met,
if I see you're stressed, I can't get it out of my head.
Until death, I'll do what I can to make it okay,
cuz if I see you cry then I'll probably go insane.
Deep inside, I know you can all be saved,
and I'd rather die then not try to keep you safe.
Behind these eyes, I'm a guardian of the brave,
the ones just too broken to remove their chains.
I'm a gargoyle, Goliath watching over the plains,
so don't be afraid when you see a beast uncaged.
I might look ferocious but I promise I'm tame,
I might look repulsive, but I promise I'm unstained.
Never meant to hurt a soul, can't let it go when I do,
I always feel so alone, walking through snow for any of you.
Feel it in my bones when you're cold, here, take my shirt,
here's a hundred in gold, I'd tear out throats if you got hurt.
Doesn't matter if I'm feeling worse, seeing others struggle burns,
there aren't any words that can describe my level of concern.
So if you're ever in pain and feel like your tears aren't enough,
just send me a text and I'll try my best to cheer you up.
Because I love you... it's just who I am...
because I love you... no matter where we stand...
Because I love you... I can't change how I feel...
whether we're friends or not... my passion is surreal...
"A chasm, unfulfilled" would be the title to my life's story.
But it isn't something these historians can write for me.
Fight or flight response, by nature. I take your
sheltered existence to my reality, so you can see what it's like
To be in this light, and not burn. Your nocturnal.
You got words, interpreted through a stock journal.
With many friends and relatives you CANNOT turn to.
Cause they don't understand your depression.
They just stand, with a less than satisfied face, thinking
you're just demanding attention. Right.
The fuck would you know about your soul being crushed, as a whole.
The whole meaning, and nobody to console,
it's like your souls leaving. Everybody is being cold, for no reason.
They tell you it's because it's the snow season. Nah.
Don't like it, at all.
Inside of a room, trying to fight through withdrawals. Feeling stifled, I draw
pictures as a form of escape.
Knowing deep down these heats seeks me out
attempting to reason, I draw back.
Episodes. Eventually wheezing. And all that, adds to the stress.
I wish I could go to sleep and be out of breath, choking.
My wife is in a blissful sleep.
I wake up in a nightmare, my hand nearly hits her cheek.
She asks me, "What's wrong?" But I do not wish to admit defeat.
So I say it's nothing - a bit discreet. Still coughing fits,
feeling nauseous, it's acid reflux. Feeling the need to vomit.
Hard to breathe, without feeling that squeeze in my throat.
I hardly sleep, anymore.
It's like a chisel slowing chipping a piece, until it reaches its core.
But it's my fault, cause I work late, so I be eating before
I go to sleep, and ignore what people informed me of about not properly digesting my food.
And I guess that it's true, because... it's just, not getting through.
*sigh* FUCK.
Wish I could just listen, for once. Pop a tums. Feeling like it will stop it,
but it never does. It never really hits the spot.
I end up just, writhing, in pain.
I try to sleep it off, but the feeling remains
As long as I don't die from it, I am still in the game.
And it doesn't seem like I'm willing to change, so maybe
I'm a prisoner of my temptations...
eternal shackles, attached to my feet.
I can't seem 'em, but, they're latched, underneath. Ready
to pull me back in my seat.
The chrome blasts in my hands till the task force comes ,
I値l speed off in a car faster than a cheetah can run ,
I値l meet you up in the hamptons talkin about mansions ,
I知ma be deep in my raps portrayin myself with passion ,
I play the joints that rock crowds ridin a Aston ,
I speak like a savage ya boys a criminal assassin ,
You look at my diamonds wantin to steal em ,
If you could get away with that then I値l catch feelins ,
You aint rich like Wiz being wed to Amber Rose ,
I知ma be real to you dudes rappin the best flows ,
When I see the heat in front of me I知 gone ,
Forget it I値l run till I知 thirty without being owned,
I hear a storm brewin I can see past the rain ,
You slippin and tryin to bring out more of the pain ,
I知 runnin away from the cops getting away clean ,
I知ma sell more crop excuse me that痴 more weed
I bought this foe foe with the work I made ,
Now I知ma shoot like I知 crazy sayin no mistake ,
I知ma go on a rampage lightin cat痴 up wit beams ,
Shootin domes till they cant recognize their own dreams ,
I ride in the chevy with my girl friend present ,
Blazin shots to ya face till theres no recollection ,
I知 endin lives with a rap like a radio active sun ,
And I知 studyin the cops on how they packin guns ,
I blast till the revolver jams from the special rotation ,
Cat痴 clappin freely I知 proud of the ghetto ovation
I'm the best at my craft letting off a warmongers laugh ,
cats in college leave when I'm done learnin in class ,
I'm burnin to blast wantin only to create confusion ,
Your a guiding light? Then you live in delusions ,
Drop all of your lies to be good to tell the truth ,
I'm at my house smokin dro gassin my booth ,
I'mma menace to society strong with the force grip ,
holdin the mic like I'm biggie givin my best performance
The rest are dormant... they don't even move, I don't even lose...
So why is there even a game?
Check the top score, they're seeing my name. Repeatedly! MANE!
They just can't catch a break. The first goes by, so I send the second, straight!
And not a second late!
Yeah, big dog on campus... the pride treasure.
Far as I measure, they're not up to my ledger.
That means, my pen... catch it just poking around...
Fuck your focus, man my focus can open the ground...
And swallow ya whole, without as much as a thought..
My knuckles have brought devastation among many faces, beyond
whatever statements I have made in a song.
I was playing along. Reality is? This battling shit's
my bread and butter. The Scatman of rap, but I don't ever stutter.
The head for eleven summers, and much more.
Y'all a done for. I made a repertoire off of one forum; I'll come for 'em.
Son boring. He don't wanna fucking poly wit me.
Muhammad Ali - the Haley's comet of bombing of free.
Take your ashes on a jet n' drop it off in the sea
of piranha's to see the results it'd cause, cause I'm mean.
Outwardly. If you need the statistics for it to be realistic
Then begin reading it, dip shit, cause I have nothing to hide.
Racking up bodies like something up in Dubai
I'm the most controversial thing of 2019, so let's push Trump, to the side
He isn't even in the conversation.
My worst enemy is myself, not trying enough.
So why in the fuck would I be worried by somebody online, with the stuff I'm dropping?
It's me. There's no other option.
The paradigm, compare our rhymes - we don't compare.
The overseer. One line ill enough to kill your whole career.
Nigga's, don't body yourself.
Line after line, they're looking to go.
Throw a hook in, then a flash grenade, to cushion the blow.
yes , yes , yes , yes , uhh , uhh , uhh...
I'll disgrace your career on a whole nother level ,
After I kill you I'll put you in the grave yard settled ,
I'mma have to shoot the gauge twistin you like contortion ,
Send you to the hospital see how they do you like abortion ,
I'mma floss with a couple M's on a long saught vacation ,
Then I'll have my goons end ya life with the fourty four lazer ,
I play with the lakers the way I shoot around town ,
Or I play with the heat wit the flames on lebron'ed down ,
Don't even try to make a sound , don't make music ,
I slay you with the notes send you to school like a student ,
Don't hold on to ya pubics shootin chicks in they throat ,
wash ya "mouth" out like I was aimin at ya teeth with the "scope" (scope mouth wash)
uhh...
Deceive or let live so they might decide their own fate ,
Send good vibes don't do what you can do to hate ,
or I'll put the guage in ya face , I'mma Sun Tzu rebel ,
I love livin to destroy the fascists including the devil ,
I'mma tree in the forest a ninja on a quest ,
Skilled with the sword but bigger on the ways of death
uhh...
Kids will get laid to rest.
Fuck a class, bitch - this ain't a test.
I made a mess with their brains, I guess I'm just trained
like Travis Bickle, while you're evading press.
My game finesse, on this board, is said to be...
the same as Magnus Carlsen, PLAYING CHESS!
YES.
They just had an enlightenment.
But not in the same context of this pen I've been writing with.
In light of it, they say that my writing is like if you light a wick.
The rider, wit spatially aware of his environment.
Uh. That was raw... Metal Jacket, I'm packing. Jaw cracking...
release the Kraken god. The crackling of the chapel walls, collapsing...
around you, while you just gasp, in awe... at it all.
Adderrall capsules flattened and sniffed from the cabinet drawers!!!!
Uh...
I guess I'm having a private party.
Recreational habit, eyes are blood shot, sipping lime Bacardi.
Rocking a two-piece suit, and a bow-tie - oh my.
Man, I haven't been this high, since everybody, and their mothers, were
talking about 69.
And I'm not gonna have the conversation go there. Nah, not this time.
It's mine. 166 lines running through my head, concurrently.
So, with that being said, this actual 'thread' consists of several 'fabrics'
I use go get back at you, heads...
Manufactured ahead of time, a web design
spider embedded mind based on several different metrics, I'm
the symbiote floating between the open genomes
We going between each home and decoding your DNA
To see the way you proceed those weak poems that you've been writing...
Ooh, it's exciting. I'm shocked, my thoughts should be concluded, with lightning.
The movement of the Cypher Alumni dudes, are like Vikings...
Exuding an unusual might in music, it's frightening, for you.
But likely it's you, that is typing. No excuse, the Bohemian Rhapsody
of flowing, exclusive. The instrumental component is used, so you can throw in acoustics.
My goal is to be as feared as LL was, in In Too Deep, holding a pool stick.
So homie, don't make me lose it.
I'm snapping if you give me the 'cue', cause from there?
I can't be defused. Your chances of surviving the onslaught get decreased, dramatically
If I get I angry, b.
Streams of volcanic chi hit the granite. Leave, as an amputee.
You don't stand a chance with me.
Branches broken and used as tools to remove your family tree!
Proton hand cannon, you get a surprise shot, like Brandon Lee!!!!
Cypher Alumni, nigga. Can't you see?
Me and Sammy, we are like Django, freed.
And not even that reference does it justice. We does this.
6 guys in the crew, aspiring you to early retirement.
Nigga, I am that dude. And that's the bottom line!
You get out of line, like Bush? And we're firing shoes.
This ain't a bomb you can try to diffuse.
You'll probably die, getting the wires confused!!!
FUCK OUTTA HERE. Sammy Poe is my family, bro.
Shit is natural for us to do this rap, while they rush to become a factor, they just
have to adjust to the fact they can't do it like that, so trust...
My ability ill. Really, it's like giving Dr.Manhattan the limitless pills...
They look at me gazing hard
Til my homies ride up and flambate them char
Your goals are far and your dreams are in your sleep
I creep like Kruger with the claws and the nasty teeth
My brain is like Einsteins, they'll savour the matter
My raps are like a groupie fucking your favorite rapper
I reside in the hood ridin inside the best whips ,
"Brushin" up on the styles faster than "Crest" gets ,
I'll Go to the West Inn showin off with the benz'o ,
I'm writin more rhymes wit this number two pencil ,
Wonder what I get into should I conjure the fact ,
When I spit a six-teen all the bonds men get back ,
You caught in the crack but you don't give a care ,
wit chicks the only time these "balls" get hit in the "air" ,
I'm wreckless when I entertain causin bounties of pain ,
Speakin on the same thing after Pac returned to the game ,
Watch me succeed in rap breezin past new school ,
I cause these killers regret that they holdin two tools ,
I eat at Katana while you chumps eatin gruel food ,
I last a couple times over entrusted with good news
The hood views are not aligned with mine, I'd rather be out of that
common attire... phenomenal, plans of pushing beyond your desire.
They wanna retire - I can't blame 'em, but it's not my lingo...
Demo, push the EP so that consumers can cop the single...
The politics, I acknowledge it. But don't abide, or follow it.
It's all a way of pushing you in... the pigment, they look at your skin. They ig'nit.
They dig it, they can sell 'em a view... it's deep in your melanin,
but know, you're an intelligent dude...
Don't get fucked, keep yourself with the celibate few...
They wish to ring high society, but their bell is askew...
Word to Bell, she could tell it was true... The Beast was a man...
But sometimes, all you have is a street, and a camera.
And they know it well enough, so they speak in a manner
That's Loki - it's no wonder their people feel they need to be wit' a 'hammer'.
Thor's blood, no Odin sleep. So they weep
The component flowing through their whole mystique, I'm challenging.
No discreet. My talents been like talons in their arms, rested on the scales they've been balancing.
They fancy themselves of the culture, but don't know how it's been.
Word to Cole, it's a Power Trip. The scowls of mediocrity as high as the towers get..
Make sure you duck for cover when the nuclear showers hit...
My watch is striking doomsday. The fallacy's what the crews say...
I separate from the team, a war machine with a deuce trey...
Put that in your reflection, the "trey deuce', The Rooster - you are the coupe's prey...
The Goose egg has fallen, right where your family jewels, lay.
I see the world differently than a knife swinger ,
I'm sliding in cars burnin the heat like ether ,
I got the thoughts that I slay with , the stainless
holds shells to eat dudes till it becomes craveless ,
The hood has menacin guys tryin to live safely ,
One shot can bring pain their moms responds crazy ,
Scowl faces movin in the streets with one gun ,
Don't forget that life only lasts under one sun
I enter the game deriving to you my own flames ,
I settle with the thought that you are just the same ,
I'll show you the optics sit down with a posture ,
I beam like a Oscar winner walkin the isle like I'm awesome ,
I will be the cosmo's come to earth from outta space ,
I tell a man about the bible then I show him what is faith ,
Yes , I'm back on pace with life I rock for a million years ,
I stop the tragedy insued makin the feel for ya peers ,
I'mma break the real down explain the world that I see ,
you take my melody I seek a better sound on the beat ,
I'm free as a bird I fly outside of the planet ,
Healing like gods touch I can fix all of the damage ,
I strobe shots like a camera I evenly sort beef ,
I live in the hood but shortly I'll be inside peace
I am the truth, aye. And I put that on the bible...
Bad, on arrival. RapBattle's icon; had to grab me the title...
It's basic math in my mind, yo... you simply don't have the tools
Or the attack, for survival... I'm already out-rapping my idols.
I'm 33, now - so I'm thinking differently...
That's why I keep this ink with me, the throne's mine, instinctively.
Omega, the soul taker. Can rap with the best...
Every action, attests to the skill in the message, f'real...
The celestial feel... my being is not of this earth...
A god has been birthed... fuck your facade,
cause it hurts you to know I've remodeled my worth...
This is the campaign trail...
I embody skills that can't be measured on a man-made scale...
One Punch leave a black hole in your chest...
big enough for you to have the whole globe, to digest...
Just know I'm as cold as the rest when it comes to both flow and finesse.
Methodical thinking on a scale to the Paleo model
I predate all of you -what you wanna do?
Sting like a butterfly; I think like Muhammad do.
I was watching ComicView, wanting to be on the tube.
Remembering my ole days... in my old age
This whole phase really got my tires screeching, like road rage...
I need my own stage, just so that I can talk to y'all, Walking Tall..
Cock her jaw, stroking the pussy, nigga - I'm Doctor Claw.
Living off the residual success, all affairs are in order...
I was in class, while you stared in the corner.
Compare me to Dorner, crossing over North American borders
Or your parents forcing you to marry a foreigner.
Or carrying out a terrorist order.
Pussy... I'm already over the edge, holding the ledge.
They say they got bodies, but they won't show me the threads...