I ain't got time to be submissive, I'm on a mission-
so I gotta be cold.
Keep my posistion and stay persistent-
cuz I"m bound to be gold.
Keep submittin' this winnin' ticket-
I got that Lottery flow.
AND YEA IT'S ABOUT TO BE OWED!
I ROCK hot like I"m coal...
Extraordinary, flow like I'm in an artery-(words)-
Hard to be following -(turn)-
top seeds to mocharies -(first)-
Then I'll be targeting, they audience and they followings-(learn)-
It's on astonishing-(terms)-
I'M DROPPING THESE WANNA BE'S!!!
__________________ Don't sleep; I'll be the hardest thing you ever slept on. Your style is tired. I'll be the bed of nails that it comes to rest on.
Reppin': where only what you want to happen, happens
Posts: 22,273
Quote:
I'M DROPPING THESE WANNA BE'S!!!
pardon me, poppin these arteries...
putting down shlt that ain't yours... coppin' pleas for their larcenies
Hard for me, to figure out... which direction you came from...
rippin styles from bk, the west, and south...
those are section you ain't from....
then claim to bless from your mouth...?
... NO. The selection is stained, son...
I remain one, the tamed one,
...the one you can blame son.
The scapegoat, pariah, unsung, and un-named one.
Fame's done.
To be recognized, is no longer my mission.
I've been beat, slandered, hurt...
... performed acts of contrition.
I was reborn, as omniscience
...when these cats wouldn't listen...
now these posers throw shots,
like "its rap" when it isn't...
Now risen, vision will slap hollywood fags,
...if they even act like they're dissin....
__________________
Quote:
Originally Posted by verbaltelekinesis
you got the market cornered on basketball knowledge, hell sports knowledge period. You the Jesus Christ of this Coliseum postin sh!t.
Why dont you do a lil less talk
Goin after rappers w/little stature dont get you no points towards become'n a true master
Its kinda cowardly, how can you be consecrated yet too scared to step out your boundaries?
You should mind your business & ask for forgiveness..
The Sniper got more heart than The Grinch does on Christmas
You not a problem, your a misfit on some bitc#-s#it
Just admit it, you only spoke cuz everybodies a critic
consumed by the image to be a big *****
**** the little your intellect is too fickle,
i break molds and unfold the untold,
and ask for forgiveness, dicks on my hit list,
you're fishin but missin easily dismissed and,
still at eaze cuz i bruise more than your knees,
you hide behind your 8's and 16s,
catch me on pine and broad street,
handle the beef bring the ketchup get ready to step up,
bring id, so i can prescribe the i.v.'s,
life is grimy, couldn't deny me if you tried be,
just move pass my flow and stash your hoe,
cuz i'd deck her eyes out like i was high off dro,
be easy and just don't see me...
Release from the nonsense, jeez I was just bein honest
Violence prone catz wits hits softer then styrophone bats
Got me reachin for the switchblade deep in my pocket
My rivals fall flat when I breathe heat on a topic
Not ceasin to drop it till my fire spawns claps
Like iron drawn back and unsleeving a rocket
Repeated I promise, It'll expire strong acts
With a sharp crack, and my onstage comp is where I'ma dock it
Molesting immature styles like Catholic Sunday doctrines.
a Danger like retarded kids stompin’ in mosh pits.
Obnoxious leaving the competition nauceous when dropping.
The blind sanitation worker, cuz I aint seein' your garbage.
my auditory cartilage is s!ck of your nonsense....
my auditory cartilage is s!ck of your nonsense....
When I spit it's like a prophet dilvering A message that God sent
niqqas can't stop it cuz when this maniacs in action I'm displayin raps thats makin cats collapse as they reacting
When E.J. is rappin it's drastic I'm causing crazy madness
slayin rappers like a trained assasin
trained to smash em like a dangerous savage, untamed and can't be managed
I'm like a gate that's fastened yall can't get pass em
like the hurricane catastrophe makin rappers see great disastas
you need some practice cuz you aint have as sick
amateur you like a kid lyin tryin to stay home from school, you just actin sick
but actual skillz is absent cuz lackin em
sohh on tips like bullets on ur lips.../ am the oc original criminal wit a gun on my hips// while am sittin here on b-boy stance.../ beatin my is like the virgin mary gettin ****ed no chance, lets be honest// am the hardest that ever stepped to it/ the whole truth no lie thatz wat i spit// if i say the man is a b!tch then he probably a sn!tch wit a life switch turn it and tweak/ and here that rat sweak.e
__________________
"just because, the candidate you've been asked to vote for is rotting in an english jail, shouldn't put you off, sure wasn't i one till a week ago. they can jail us, torture us, even conscript us, use us as cannon fauter in the some, but there is one weap
in ordance i was distained to lay witness to coordinates
but subordinance i was evicted to disdain sohh borders in
i sway images who lay tension to images thats vivid
so inframe witnesses can ordain wisdom inprisoned
in a mission to pause i slay intentions in flaws
whose main intent is to configure these laws
follow the wicked as we stay contradicting our acts
more facts upon acts to adorn blacks
im a animal in dismay a canimal who's concaved
with thoughts to go invisibal to evangelist thats dismayed
so bear witness to sohh slaves
and if spanky can come more abstract
its obnoxious so flashback
with enough tuitions to regurgate labrat
My re-emergence blasts acts to dark nights and black cats
Supersticious deeds feeding cruel and sadistic needs
The sickest you've ever seen, not plotted on a rap map
Or dotted with a gat's blast, it lays below the surface
Strays from lowered curtains till hurt is almost certain...
like simmese twins callin it curtains/
mah back is up against the wall/
check yah pulse cuz tha beatz aint workin/
black out mah name to keep naked lesbian
n lebanon pu**ies spirtin/
lifespan bin gone since Ben ladin road bareback/
to bear gifts of knowledge n fact/
to lose tongues of their dictions/
acrobatics freeze motion, meditate ova burnin
coals n the ocean/ like Aki sohh god of chat/
lifespan breath white ink laced w/ black/
So face the facts, I'm known for haphazardly blazing tracks
Casually causing casualities, insanity, calamities, brazen acts
When I feel it's necessary...to make sure my stress is buried
My words'll lock those talk shows, this King has bested Larry
Standing shoulder-width apart, I gets colder with my art
Creating tableaux's from frozen molds of souls right from the start...
__________________
Quote:
Originally Posted by Young_Dirty_Bastard
why do u think Len Bias took his life right after Boston drafted him.
Creating tableaux's from frozen molds of souls right from the start...
As I take part & spark into another adventrue
Of attention, I am the center.. A mentor to the aforemention'd
Subliminal sentences to show I'm a menace to my nemesis
Whose essence is present cuz my sentiment rescued you from evanescence
__________________ N.Va's greatest hustler and king of sohh.com Dont funk wit tha mid-east bandit!
Face flow glows, in the dark I throw out a life line that's iridescent
high off that herbal essence that lightens my heart yet darkens my presence i impose penance but all is forgiven, sinning with d'evils got me
toxic hot spit like i boiled it, i got n!ggas sayin' damn,
"Face just dropped some hot sh!t on the next MC waitin like a toilet.."
__________________
don't you get suspicious, I'm BIG dangerous your just a likkle vicious
These *****s don’t know who they ****in wit
Like I done laidback and let a ***** blowback syph
Neo on the mic is he really a myth or a dirty deed
***** panty-raiding ya *****?
I get em a lil bigger if the rubber don’t fit
What I serve make two birds wanna French kiss
It’s on I’m not playing what I kick is a bomb
Attached to a battery pack I’m heavily armed
I even got a blade that can cut ya arms, don’t touch
What ya can’t have back up holmes
Find a ***** in a club conversating a bit but regulating
Any vacant stool pass me a cig
And if I’m in a bad mood, pass me a swig
Of 1-5-1 til I see the devil and his kids
Somebody better tell ‘em it’s Spitt, the kid with an impact
Attached to an immortal fist
I try to be cool I don’t play that ****
Get outta line I’ll disalign ya cotdamn ribs
I take it y’all don’t like the way real *****s live
The type that be in ya home serving up ya chick
I know each foe know soul is quite old
Never get it twisted cause my living is infinite
I use to the be the mutha****a dropping my classes
With a 2.5 and a brain full of havoc I had it
I wrote rhymes channeling anger
I coulda been the ***** with a couple of bangers
Never did I thought life’s gotten more stranger
The method in the lowpoint living is a strangler
Cause I don’t like a lot of people all up in my face
Some women like ‘em rude with a bit of attitude
Acting a fool in any venue clappin any tool
I just play the damn wall parlaying like it’s cool
All day ‘til I see a ***** split into two
My mama tried to tell me that’s what liquor do
Pops slurred each word since 82
And it’s funny cause I’m broke with my moms like you
Now nobody make a move cause it’s time to explode
And fold in domes with these bars that implodes
How can I get down? Real backpackers know
Doing the MC Hammer with no damn soul
I just two-step and let the bull**** roll
Full clips get two pricks missing they soul
Big shot out to the people in the place it’s Oh
The C.O. flow let me know, chea
Big shot out to the people in the place it’s Oh
The C.O. flow let me know, chea
Go for the head so hurry in ya motions fa bread
Scope's infared but the flow is sohh soulfully spread
Hold up a sec while I reflect on what's supposed to be said
Gather my thoughts and than have my poetry blessed
We line up for communion, the body the blood and so on
It goes on from this worldly wait straight to the pearly gates
I'm no one...cuz in the big scheme we all can shine
Walk with pride my homies and it's almost time
I'm not a guide just in stride while we walkin the line
Keepin my balance on that tricky shyt, so often we try
To hold weight with the shyt that we thankfully with
Take it for what it is but what I'm sayin is pyff
Layin the hits year around to be in a sound state
Crowd waits in place while I'm backstage in a round pace
Debatin on the year, have my objectives been met
Or better yet I'm stressed on my next to be set...
<--- Lotame Behavioral Tags --- >
<--- Lotame Behavioral Tags --- >
