Universe
09-29-07, 11:20 AM
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde
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I’m number one in text so if I call you nothing at best…
Like a pulled muscle, it’s really not much of a stretch
I chose to reject the haters to show success is greater
Now everyone just steps to me like broken escalators
With a pen and paper, time can vanish without a trace
It’s my name that made me think I’m running outta space
Most wordplay’s in the spelling, it’s easy to solve y’all
So check it, I’m putting you in your place like a golf ball
U.S. gun laws cause hysteria, teens pack in their area
Don’t need to be a superhero to be capped-in America
If I challenge your character, don’t quit your day job
It’ll be a great day to take off like a space launch
Don’t mean to make a scene but I can’t fake a tragedy
This aint TV… bullets do more than graze anatomy
It’s a mistake to battle me, it’s something you will regret
So protect your neck and quit while you’re still a-head
If you play your own b!tch, horrid scripts seem worthy
Fukk ya claims, I never faked nor-bit like Eddie Murphy
You don’t know the meaning of ill, that’s easy to see
If your posts are ‘teeming’ with skill, their featuring me
These verses seem wasted if you’re dropping art for free
Your CD’s aren’t in circulation, their blocking arteries
As a glutton for beef you became a snitch in the streets
So when you turn-yourself-into-police, I take it literally
Jerked in the industry, guess my cock just backfired
I’m still hoping to get these rocks off like trapped miners
I’ll beat off left handed to not be in this bed pantin’
But with that said… I’m all for-head like Ted Danson
Of course you spit random, you can’t articulate it more
So drop coarse language like a dropped language course
I’ll laugh at your tantrum, it’s nothing you can ignore
Then rape your national anthem; fukk what you stand for
And since you‘re on the rise, congratulations are in order
Y’all ‘inter‘-stellar artists like burying a star performer
Our job’s to improve this forum, somebody’s got to try
I’m the guy who does his job; you must be the other guy*
When printing rhymes, I’m left dying from carpal tunnel
Kinda like when Princess Di’s car pulled in the tunnel
But none of you pupils shrink when shown its light
They dial-late, like perverts calling phone sex lines
It’s no surprise, I know your rhymes can’t add up to mine
That’s like buying a pile of lumber, it’s fairly cut and dry
I’ll preach one last time, cuz you barely impart the truth
Garbage shoots out of ya mouth like it’s a garbage chute
Although I inspired a few who post substandard sh!t…
Like captain hook in neverland, I don’t have a hand in it
Why throw a panic fit? That’s what a phobia targets
If you don’t fear your enemies then any foe-be-a target
Since I quoted The Departed*… vets stay quiet now
Because whenever I’m around, heavy lies the crown
The hype’s already dying down, but in my defense…
What I’ve said proves the means justifies the end.
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I’m number one in text so if I call you nothing at best…
Like a pulled muscle, it’s really not much of a stretch
I chose to reject the haters to show success is greater
Now everyone just steps to me like broken escalators
With a pen and paper, time can vanish without a trace
It’s my name that made me think I’m running outta space
Most wordplay’s in the spelling, it’s easy to solve y’all
So check it, I’m putting you in your place like a golf ball
U.S. gun laws cause hysteria, teens pack in their area
Don’t need to be a superhero to be capped-in America
If I challenge your character, don’t quit your day job
It’ll be a great day to take off like a space launch
Don’t mean to make a scene but I can’t fake a tragedy
This aint TV… bullets do more than graze anatomy
It’s a mistake to battle me, it’s something you will regret
So protect your neck and quit while you’re still a-head
If you play your own b!tch, horrid scripts seem worthy
Fukk ya claims, I never faked nor-bit like Eddie Murphy
You don’t know the meaning of ill, that’s easy to see
If your posts are ‘teeming’ with skill, their featuring me
These verses seem wasted if you’re dropping art for free
Your CD’s aren’t in circulation, their blocking arteries
As a glutton for beef you became a snitch in the streets
So when you turn-yourself-into-police, I take it literally
Jerked in the industry, guess my cock just backfired
I’m still hoping to get these rocks off like trapped miners
I’ll beat off left handed to not be in this bed pantin’
But with that said… I’m all for-head like Ted Danson
Of course you spit random, you can’t articulate it more
So drop coarse language like a dropped language course
I’ll laugh at your tantrum, it’s nothing you can ignore
Then rape your national anthem; fukk what you stand for
And since you‘re on the rise, congratulations are in order
Y’all ‘inter‘-stellar artists like burying a star performer
Our job’s to improve this forum, somebody’s got to try
I’m the guy who does his job; you must be the other guy*
When printing rhymes, I’m left dying from carpal tunnel
Kinda like when Princess Di’s car pulled in the tunnel
But none of you pupils shrink when shown its light
They dial-late, like perverts calling phone sex lines
It’s no surprise, I know your rhymes can’t add up to mine
That’s like buying a pile of lumber, it’s fairly cut and dry
I’ll preach one last time, cuz you barely impart the truth
Garbage shoots out of ya mouth like it’s a garbage chute
Although I inspired a few who post substandard sh!t…
Like captain hook in neverland, I don’t have a hand in it
Why throw a panic fit? That’s what a phobia targets
If you don’t fear your enemies then any foe-be-a target
Since I quoted The Departed*… vets stay quiet now
Because whenever I’m around, heavy lies the crown
The hype’s already dying down, but in my defense…
What I’ve said proves the means justifies the end.