Young Vicious aka Tetra has returned to the siccness flows for an unknown period of time. This is actually mostly just to help keep my brain juices constantly flowing, because I plan on writing a full length album this summer. Anyway, this is a thread where I will be periodically writing short verses. For the new cats who never got to witness me drop heat....now u get a taste of the OG flows board. For all u vets.....IM BACK! Any feedback is appreciated...cuz I know Im a lil rusty and not as tight as I used to be.
HE HAS RETURNED!!!
- Thread starter YoungVicious
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My dome harbors an unwinding-mind, with blinding-rhymes, as I fight-with-flair//
aim my infa red sight-with-care, then chalk u up like strikes-and-spares//
my scriptures are so bloody they've been called the "Scarlet Letters"//
emcees cower BENEATH my verbal SHOWER, then leave feelin UNDER THE WEATHER//
I receive more BARK than PAPER TRAYS, but less BITE than outdated products//
your career's stuck in THE NET like Sandra Bullock….Im CHOPPIN tracks till I leave SAWDUST//
My boots treat your face like treadmills till your skull's a pile of BLOOD-FROSTED FLAKES//
but Tony the Tiger aint in my commercial, Im only promoting violent fates//
your SHIT wouldn’t be TIGHT if your intestines were BOW TIED//so put the STRING AND SCALPEL down, youre more washed up than a low tide//
more SICK SPITS than oral herpes come from this intellect-youre-facin'/
extended clips of teflon terms left u a "hollow man" like Kevin Bacon//
:devious:
aim my infa red sight-with-care, then chalk u up like strikes-and-spares//
my scriptures are so bloody they've been called the "Scarlet Letters"//
emcees cower BENEATH my verbal SHOWER, then leave feelin UNDER THE WEATHER//
I receive more BARK than PAPER TRAYS, but less BITE than outdated products//
your career's stuck in THE NET like Sandra Bullock….Im CHOPPIN tracks till I leave SAWDUST//
My boots treat your face like treadmills till your skull's a pile of BLOOD-FROSTED FLAKES//
but Tony the Tiger aint in my commercial, Im only promoting violent fates//
your SHIT wouldn’t be TIGHT if your intestines were BOW TIED//so put the STRING AND SCALPEL down, youre more washed up than a low tide//
more SICK SPITS than oral herpes come from this intellect-youre-facin'/
extended clips of teflon terms left u a "hollow man" like Kevin Bacon//
:devious:
Visions of defeating YV is a mirage, so facing me is like traveling through sand dunes// your stuck on local play...I tear through whole coasts like Hurricane Andrew//
Ive elevated like hover crafts to fame, so call my journey a "Star"Trek// Ill BEAM U UP with infa red as I grip this 14 bar-tech//
I plow through like tractors, pounce like raptors, on those with the nuts-to-gloat//
leave punctured-throats...Ill WRENCH YOUR GUTS like you been swollowing nuts-and-bolts//
youre big mouthed like Mr. Ed, but soon youll treat my nutsack like salt licks//
heart black-like-Stallions, chop tracks-like-scallions...makin all hateful lips halt-quick//
with a profane toungue I spout-bars, at the direction of those who shout-hard// opponents speak with hate, but behind closed doors they use my style like mouthguards//
in the midst of battle its a deadly forcast when people scream, "here his reply-comes!"//
so I suggest you throw in the towel before your throat gets wringed-like-one//
flammable like Exxon, leave necks-gone, empty more shells than oyster-bars//
my voice-leaves-scars, so when I aim my verbal weapon...hoist-your-arms//
::blows smoke from fingertips::
Ive elevated like hover crafts to fame, so call my journey a "Star"Trek// Ill BEAM U UP with infa red as I grip this 14 bar-tech//
I plow through like tractors, pounce like raptors, on those with the nuts-to-gloat//
leave punctured-throats...Ill WRENCH YOUR GUTS like you been swollowing nuts-and-bolts//
youre big mouthed like Mr. Ed, but soon youll treat my nutsack like salt licks//
heart black-like-Stallions, chop tracks-like-scallions...makin all hateful lips halt-quick//
with a profane toungue I spout-bars, at the direction of those who shout-hard// opponents speak with hate, but behind closed doors they use my style like mouthguards//
in the midst of battle its a deadly forcast when people scream, "here his reply-comes!"//
so I suggest you throw in the towel before your throat gets wringed-like-one//
flammable like Exxon, leave necks-gone, empty more shells than oyster-bars//
my voice-leaves-scars, so when I aim my verbal weapon...hoist-your-arms//
::blows smoke from fingertips::
