Drop A Verse Then Leave A Word for the Next Lyricist
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So what? I could go all Suikoden on somebodie's ass.
Like a Samarai armed with a nuke blockading the over-pass.
Armed with a sword and a sheath and a 15 kilo-ton nuke,
Not even a Jedi could survive, not even Luke!
So destructive in person, armed with a tooth pick!
How did I kill you? I stabbed you with a stick.
Going all Suikoden, back to the Samarai and Ninjitsu age,
thinking of how to destroy eden, and let go my ferral rage.
How to keep smokin' my weed n' pushing emceez to stage!
Next Word: donor (like organ donor... I think that's how it's spelled anywayz.)
Peace!
Like a Samarai armed with a nuke blockading the over-pass.
Armed with a sword and a sheath and a 15 kilo-ton nuke,
Not even a Jedi could survive, not even Luke!
So destructive in person, armed with a tooth pick!
How did I kill you? I stabbed you with a stick.
Going all Suikoden, back to the Samarai and Ninjitsu age,
thinking of how to destroy eden, and let go my ferral rage.
How to keep smokin' my weed n' pushing emceez to stage!
Next Word: donor (like organ donor... I think that's how it's spelled anywayz.)
Peace!
fuck it its over nuthin is bumpin less im runnin tha motor//
im runnin ya over, gunnin ya stomach in one sec so leave ya gun in ya holster//
a son of tha pulter guist//
i give no advice to ya donor types, u bitches givin anythin in ya to own a mic//
im polar white but have a brain of dope raps//
past smashed emcees on tha snow caps above my home's back//
wit a skull cap i rap death wit a half breath//
and if i have sex i blast chests wit mad seamon//
always tha last breathin when tha rest of tha class is passed eeking fa air//
im screamin wit hair raised up//
yo..i make more cents than a change cup//
wit a chainsaw i make ya drain blood from ya head as ya remove ya brain plug//
im tha same thug to blaze ya wit eight guns and leave ya chained up ina locked box wit make up//
im done now, kill tha thread//
wait scratch that there's more still ahead
im runnin ya over, gunnin ya stomach in one sec so leave ya gun in ya holster//
a son of tha pulter guist//
i give no advice to ya donor types, u bitches givin anythin in ya to own a mic//
im polar white but have a brain of dope raps//
past smashed emcees on tha snow caps above my home's back//
wit a skull cap i rap death wit a half breath//
and if i have sex i blast chests wit mad seamon//
always tha last breathin when tha rest of tha class is passed eeking fa air//
im screamin wit hair raised up//
yo..i make more cents than a change cup//
wit a chainsaw i make ya drain blood from ya head as ya remove ya brain plug//
im tha same thug to blaze ya wit eight guns and leave ya chained up ina locked box wit make up//
im done now, kill tha thread//
wait scratch that there's more still ahead
~Bustin at faggots clutchin the matics comin like magnets
~These hoes frontin with static put my gun to ya cabbge
~Nothin but hoes fuck with my flows gun to ya nose
~Run into foes, kill you and ya son in his clothes
~These hoes softer then pillow name should be willows
~Nothin but pussies prolly suckin on dildoes
~Smilin at niggas and then Ice grill hoes
~Get for real hoe hold the steel so I can blast and kill foes
~I bangs out the house like I came out the south
~Get some pussy and keep my fuckin name out ya mouth
Curt ya didn't leave a word ya i'll leave one Superstition
~These hoes frontin with static put my gun to ya cabbge
~Nothin but hoes fuck with my flows gun to ya nose
~Run into foes, kill you and ya son in his clothes
~These hoes softer then pillow name should be willows
~Nothin but pussies prolly suckin on dildoes
~Smilin at niggas and then Ice grill hoes
~Get for real hoe hold the steel so I can blast and kill foes
~I bangs out the house like I came out the south
~Get some pussy and keep my fuckin name out ya mouth
Curt ya didn't leave a word ya i'll leave one Superstition
You don't leave me in the perfect position/
To stand tall and rhyme infectious like superstition/
Like when a black cat crosses your path and your hair receeds with reciscion/
When your luck goe's bad and your still spittin shit with precision/
Slicing words inticing with pricing costs alway's leaving an incision/
Hearing voices, seeing ghosts, leave it to me to have a vision/
But now I must go, explod like fission/
A nuclear holocauste steaming like locomotive's in motion/
With one single notion to move forth in time/
The only dream of this emcee is to masta thy rhyme/
Next Word: farse
To stand tall and rhyme infectious like superstition/
Like when a black cat crosses your path and your hair receeds with reciscion/
When your luck goe's bad and your still spittin shit with precision/
Slicing words inticing with pricing costs alway's leaving an incision/
Hearing voices, seeing ghosts, leave it to me to have a vision/
But now I must go, explod like fission/
A nuclear holocauste steaming like locomotive's in motion/
With one single notion to move forth in time/
The only dream of this emcee is to masta thy rhyme/
Next Word: farse
PowderedLab your lyrics are a farse-aty/
There should be laws against spittin em/
cuz your rhymes are crimes like grand larc-eny/
you should think about quittin em/
what up kid I'm verbally splittin your wig/
ya dig/
I dont think ya do son/
punk youz getting crushed on RapTalk where we goin 1 on 1/
but its all in fun cuz it just a battle/
ya'll put your hands together for your boy from Seattle/
next word: situation
There should be laws against spittin em/
cuz your rhymes are crimes like grand larc-eny/
you should think about quittin em/
what up kid I'm verbally splittin your wig/
ya dig/
I dont think ya do son/
punk youz getting crushed on RapTalk where we goin 1 on 1/
but its all in fun cuz it just a battle/
ya'll put your hands together for your boy from Seattle/
next word: situation
The first rhyme you've written that I may actually respect/
Just take the time to see life for how it really is, look through my aspect/
An aspect of life where nothing will every be perfect/
A place where you must sit back and relax once in a while, just to reflect/
And why do I respect this rhyme above the rest, it's not as slow/
I've actually found ingenuity, structure, and flow/
It's the first rhyme you've written where I won't say, "You Blow!"/
So you've finally got a little respect from me... just a bit!/
So do me a favour, and don't blow it!/
Otherwise, you'll never hear the end of it!/
Enjoy this new situation and stop sitting on your mantle/
I'm waitin' to beef, for a victim to dismantle/
PEACE!
Next Word: Peace
Just take the time to see life for how it really is, look through my aspect/
An aspect of life where nothing will every be perfect/
A place where you must sit back and relax once in a while, just to reflect/
And why do I respect this rhyme above the rest, it's not as slow/
I've actually found ingenuity, structure, and flow/
It's the first rhyme you've written where I won't say, "You Blow!"/
So you've finally got a little respect from me... just a bit!/
So do me a favour, and don't blow it!/
Otherwise, you'll never hear the end of it!/
Enjoy this new situation and stop sitting on your mantle/
I'm waitin' to beef, for a victim to dismantle/
PEACE!
Next Word: Peace
i nickname my tec's period the way it make these pussys-bleed//
cops and neighbors in streets wishin there would-be-peace//
name says it all any cat will get-murked//
dump clips all in ya until ya fuckin hit-dirt//
this thread woulda been better if i was the one to spit-first//
done my job off in this bitch now its time for me to disperse//
new word...infest
cops and neighbors in streets wishin there would-be-peace//
name says it all any cat will get-murked//
dump clips all in ya until ya fuckin hit-dirt//
this thread woulda been better if i was the one to spit-first//
done my job off in this bitch now its time for me to disperse//
new word...infest
i invest in writ text ta infest on all faggott wannabe imbreads//
i been left a board wit whack rappers and mad whiners//
tha old folkz was down but tha newbies have ginas//
always bitchin bout criticism and hate fa a new face//
get worked up over tha net, unravelin like a untied shoe lace//
while u write, while u copy, while u paste//
i drop 4 diversive verses in 2 days//
take these new fruits a week ta think of a cool phrase//
man jus drop a flow of tha toppa ya dome//
i know u locked in ya home glued to tha moniter//
sound like god was usin a softener when he contstructed u novices//
u dumb fucks and ya logic is too whack ta view//
tha day m jackson is black again is when im as whack as u
i been left a board wit whack rappers and mad whiners//
tha old folkz was down but tha newbies have ginas//
always bitchin bout criticism and hate fa a new face//
get worked up over tha net, unravelin like a untied shoe lace//
while u write, while u copy, while u paste//
i drop 4 diversive verses in 2 days//
take these new fruits a week ta think of a cool phrase//
man jus drop a flow of tha toppa ya dome//
i know u locked in ya home glued to tha moniter//
sound like god was usin a softener when he contstructed u novices//
u dumb fucks and ya logic is too whack ta view//
tha day m jackson is black again is when im as whack as u
Seeing as I wasn't left a word I'm going off of nothing at all/
Spitting shit lyrically dense with no sense never willing to stall/
Just a couple of bars of genocidal spits gone tidal/
I'm gonna fuk over your bridal reception, knock you woman up and kill tha baby with contraception/
With a distorted perception of the facts at hand, alway's in demand of an upperhand/
Waiting and stocking, ready to barry you six-feet under the sand/
Listening to bitchez rap, but they sound like Remy Shand/
I would've quite earlier but people pissed me off/
Now I rhyme hostile with a phsycotic smile, laughing as I scoff/
Next word: malicious... <-- I think that's how it's spelled... oh well!
Spitting shit lyrically dense with no sense never willing to stall/
Just a couple of bars of genocidal spits gone tidal/
I'm gonna fuk over your bridal reception, knock you woman up and kill tha baby with contraception/
With a distorted perception of the facts at hand, alway's in demand of an upperhand/
Waiting and stocking, ready to barry you six-feet under the sand/
Listening to bitchez rap, but they sound like Remy Shand/
I would've quite earlier but people pissed me off/
Now I rhyme hostile with a phsycotic smile, laughing as I scoff/
Next word: malicious... <-- I think that's how it's spelled... oh well!