Monday, June 30, 2014

I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe... Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to.. The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..




I'm free-balling, yeah.. Spalding, too much ass for me to call in..
If it wasn't bad before, it will be, after this scalding pot of lava...
tips the fuck over, n' you're sitting there.... feel the hot synch your
wig faster than Michael Jackson's pepsi ad... I get this sketching Pad..
Turn it up a notch... get fucking socked to your mellon, that...
is too compelling, a felon at the state - yelling at the gate...
Sugar free, my stature is saturate... tie you up wit' the masking tape....
at the back, bending over - homie, your ass gets raped!
AWWW... why did you go there? Because I didn't, out of respect to your
gay father... I slay daughters, lay em' under a bridge.
That's not a metaphor for any hatchet burying, but I burry the hatchet...
One Flew Over My Cuckoo's Nest like Nurse Ratchet..
You thought of infinity? That's cool, I'm spitting a verse past it.
Emerging victorious, and that's where the story is.
Notorious... look as this basterd, style's Inglorious..
The Bear Jew... with his ear to the wall like, "Bitch, I can HEAR you"
Better come out slowly, or I turn you to a hoagy.
All your sides come out, and I hit you a double bogey, 'o' meh..
And yeah, natural fire yo I haft a desire
a momentum building within me like the river raft of Messiah
parting the red sea... the art's in, every partisan said, b.
Yea, retarded with threads on the board's like marketing spread sheets..
Oh, fuck the bragging... nah, I've done that plenty enough..
Pen's destructive, sending you fucks honorary medical crutches..
Definitive reach, limiting speech recanted to primitive beats..
That I'm hearing... 6 Million Dollar Man, see the geek's engineering?
suffer speech interference once your dial enters my frequency
An evil man. I'm sorry, I won't allow you to leave, peacefully..
Unique MC's are cool, but I don't quite get the feeling of ripping...
It's more like a regurgitation of borrowed thoughts, they're re-appealing the system..
I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts
inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe...
Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to..
The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..
Yeah... because I'M A DO ME... GRIMEY NEW KEY.. so envision that..
physicality with precision, where's the incision at?
Give me the scissors back! your shit's whack!!! FUCK YOU.
Bottom line's I'm the one you look up to.. makes sense
Sky high, see pilots as they fly by..
This is MY SKY... kamikaze you faggots, screaming out "BYE BYE"!!!
N'SYNC shit.. gonna jump into my time capsule
Make you feel like your putting, holding that 9, asshole.
My mind Castro... lines? Hasbro..
Play games, trying catch up to MY FAST FLOW..

I lift the directive, with every perspective inch.. Got Octogenarian descendants suspended in my thoughts, so the older generation has lent its gifts, for lack of a better word, to my potential, it's gravy.. my mental shifts off the resonation of every suspenseful wince..




Yeah, roll up in a mall full of shoppers n' take my clothes off...
tripping like a hippy overdosed a bottle of Zoloft..
I'm a fucking nut case, shit, I'm sure Mr.Peanut wants his monocle back..
demonic, have to balance it out for you fucks by spitting comical rap..
I've learned to fight fits of depression with written suggestion
persuading the global media to put their iconic figures into witness protection...
Back and forth with the panic attacks, exacerbated my anger
to the point, I dangle ye from an noose; you hang from an angle, bra..
I've learned a lot in life, not being a sucker's one of them...
The second's not to fall into second, be first... draw a connection...
My Silver Lining's Playbook - a flawless projection
of writing vividly, so you can explore the perspective, for your inspection..
Going over it many times, kid's writing is weak...
All of sudden a new generation's pushed back the standard of what's tight n' unique...
So you got these Baby Bloomers who're finding their peak..
Have yet to be seen as introspective, n' are admired for their work..
That logic is misdirected.
Kill off the garden variety like a disinfectant..
You're only old news cause western culture merits a certain look-ism to make it..
If that's absent? You're looked at as basic.
Creativeness is traded for craziness. And it's lame, the more sane it is.
Meat dress to keep fresh? or meaningful deepness..
with a seamless uniqueness, objective to how substance is seen on your TV screen sets?
Yeah.... I'm able to adopt different agendas
Because at least my body of work transcends the obviousness of camaraderie, perched..
on every thought. Word strong, curbing the molecular
curve on the verge of extinction... always up, let the vertical sink in..
Old school, from the emerging of Lincoln to the proverbial Sphinx and..
Determined to keep on point more than the surgical sinking his tools
into the cervical link, then...
MAYBE.. they'll finally catch my drift..
Bet it, bitch. I kicked out of my written is like, now you can fetch the shit..
I lift the directive, with every perspective inch..
Got Octogenarian descendants suspended in my thoughts, so
the older generation has lent its gifts, for lack of a better word,
to my potential, it's gravy.. my mental shifts off the resonation of every suspenseful wince..

You though? you know. Looking gayer than Bruno.
Hold you underwater, deprive you of H20.
I'm loco. The rest of you ordinary people just don't know..
..I snap? and EVERYBODY'S getting shots - 1 Hour Photo
Word to Robin William's prowess, my syllable style is..
Instrumental to how I'm killing a thousands of villagers, with the lyrical's, now it's empirical.
Here we go. ...RIGHT around like a Merry-Go.
Kevin MacLeod would be proud, he'd swear it's a miracle.

Friday, June 27, 2014

I've done it. You can either fathom it, or suffer Protruding the forum of doubt, causing the manuscript to buffer..

 
 
 
Futuristic, this is the past world...
I'm so sick, I make tracks 'Earl,
like 'Sweatshirt", no disrespect to that cat... TWIRL
concepts around like charm bracelets to disarm statements..
Bored as fuck... But I'm sure I've said that already..
I levy my mind, it tends to get heavy.... inside's the Serengeti..
Lion's are here, in many. You're trying, but barely ready.
The Zion, the sign of lyrics, a tier that's steady
over the sick, the hospital Mount Sinai can constrict inside of their medic folders, the older I get.
Get the cold shoulder, n' sniffle..
Break your bones, cause it's brittle...
Patrolling the middle, the epicentre of killing most of you clones with a riddle.
While I'm dozing, sleeping. The chosen meet the opposing deep end..
My specialty's exposing weakness, most humans have learned to know as secrets..
Yeah, strictly a sequence of sticking a piece of metal prod.
to your temporal lobe, until the experience alone, causes a mental implosion..
I rock tracks with every instrumental that's chosen..
So let's be smart for a sec... I'm dark and direct, with emotions hard to project..
I'm not a Matyr, but yet sacrificed my heart to the net.
My mind may have of slipped, but trust me when I say these bars don't forget!
Faggot. You're only a well wisher cause you're well wishing..
..I'm godsend, recipe for disaster in Hell's Kitchen..
Listen to me. It's a common analogy to say there's many fish in the sea..
but as idealism portrays, they're really at bay.
Realism leads the fillers astray..
My lyrics stay in a safety net of schemes, while I stake my next regime.
So place your bets with me. Reach a place, defining all time and space, of ecstasy..
embrace the emergence of greatness, and believe...
I've done it. You can either fathom it, or suffer
Protruding the forum of doubt, causing the manuscript to buffer..

Thursday, June 26, 2014

That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter... Interwoven rhymes, one line from another... Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...




They were asking if I'm still around... washed up
cool, let your feelings drown... Celph's grilling crowns...
Whether you like it or not, or wish to fight it...
Just know that when the curtain is drawn? The shit's recited...
So don't try to prick a giant...
Cause I'm not washed up. Go ahead, pick a hydrant.
Got your death warrant available if you wish to sign it...
I don't rock a mask or disguise when my tracks on the rise...
I always keep my music behind the pupil like the back of the eyes...
Yes... I went with that, don't blame me.
Got some "dick-riders" supposedly. Won't hate me.
Colder than ever, tell the Polar bear, I'm over here.
Been a frozen pair of icicles my whole career...
"Now, Celph, you know it ain't a career" well it's art,
and I'm painting in here... every day of the year...
That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash
than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter...
Interwoven rhymes, one line from another...
Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...
That means it keeps going, frame by frame.
Still driving, never changed the lane. And you wonder why your game stays the same...
That's because if you don't experiment with it?
How the fuck do you expect to explode? It lacks chemistry!
Look up the boy in the book, I can rap endlessly...
I go into my room and act like a black menace, b...
Might as well call me Dennis when this powers evoked...
With a clean approach at the root, I'm out of your Scope...
You cowards can hope for the change to come...
brain's deranged, exchanging puns... with these weak faggots that...
Can't get down wit' the funk...
End up going up to the mic to say what's up, and despite...
Resources saying not to... they do anyways like they got to...
You're looking at a top dude...
You're on the Rolodex... you just stop through...
Saying that you're the best, it's just not true.
Stay beast-in. Comfortable with my wordplay...
Right from the soil, don't give a fuck what the herbs say...
I push a pesticide, when I'm doing my dirt, lay
a plant in the ground like I gave a fuck about Earth day...

You'll likely see the type of MC you like doing anything to be hype on the scene... That's why they're fighting wit' schemes...




See, the average's of rappers have been stumped...
You'll likely see the type of MC you like doing anything to be hype on the scene...
That's why they're fighting wit' schemes...
Trying to wrestle wit' bears... that's why the top business prospects are investing in shares
pressed into locked job markets to share with the rest of their peers
That's why the pressure, despair of texture got investors aware...
the treasures is here... middle class citizens can't get a career...
litigation's and tyranny... appear to be
the only ones of hearing thee' down low on clowns, yo...
They now know... ready to pressure the game...
More than any one adventure contains
Hard to mention my name... school yard bully
to the elementary frame... hard talk, their defense is the same...
All squawk, call a birdie to that...
Train of thought got aim when I'm wording a track...
Out of my shell, hard cracked... like Taco Bell...
Devil's pie serving it, every step's a walk in hell...
I've lost my bravado, stopped caring for this...
I guess doing it still adds to my arrogant niche...
It's a cliche to say I have drive, arrive on the Free way...
But still be a merchant "on line", like it's Ebay...
It's ya D-day. Sweet, make the teeth ache.
While you work the machines, aye, I'll be there with the free weights...
I freebase... going out of every flow, like a speed chase...
Each pace, got baggage, like Springer does with a brief case...
Yeah that raw flow... Alaskan cod...
Setting out that master rod... out of this world, it looks like I crashed my pod...
like Roger did... no Stan Smith...
Grown man shit... your blow make a fan quit...
Hungry still, I'm ready for the banquet...
Ahead of my times, lines plan to outlive my grand kids...
Fuck is you saying? Talking about you hustling...
They don't put muscle in... I'm like, "where your hustle been?"
Where it at? Cause out here, I'm gearin' black...
Twins come out, get you and the misses - call it the Parent Trap...

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern... Weaving bombs in a neat pattern. You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...




Seeping deep in the cut... I ain't happy till the speakers are up..
Optimus Prime, rocking em' lines, and they're diesel as fuck...
So all were missing is Michael Bay, n' all them explosions...
No CGI, all reality in plausible motion...
No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern...
Weaving bombs in a neat pattern.
You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...
A controversial slang... sit or play up, I gotta lay up like Kirko Bangz...
Nothing but net that will blow your brain out like Kurt Cobain's...
Sitting on the La' La' La', with my pilot on Purple Planes...
While they're trying to figure me out...
It's not like I keep triggers...
No peace, got beats if I wanna ruin you weak niggas...
If you're not thinking big enough, you're simply not in my league...
Got liquid metal pumping through my I.V
Thai' weed... make my fucking eyes Chinese...
Cop like 5g's... then it's off to work..
dropping purp... around the clock, like an Office clerk...
This is me... freaking trees like I'm in a forest...
The kid's enormous with pitching, no Trouble With The Curve here...
Win decks, make em' words clear...
I got my herd here... Lions, we preserve fear... striking it in your colony...
No association with twitter, I make em' follow me...
Head Honcho, Apollo Creed fighting Rocky, get dropped with ease...
Second nature, I breathe through the essence...
each key as its weaving a sentence, through the fabric of time...
My body of work, the anatomy lines
parallel to my height, I'm on my gravity grind...
No space boots... Andy Kaufman, Man on the Moon...
out of this world, cause your planet some doom...
No speaking in tone, I reach in your zone like the defense linemen...
When I get to rhyming... it's best that you step behind, and...
Peep game. That chip on your shoulder? Is just a weak grain...
Running online shit, like Anonymous, I don't need names...

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme... acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...




OK I'm back... off of work.....
Felt like I'd put my pennies in....
stare at the mirror there with a friendly grin...
That guy I use to know of? I put an end to him....
adrenaline swinging back forth inside of me like a pendulum...
Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme...
acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...
Take a step a closer, and look behind.
Took time. Fuck fish, if you wanna come get this hook? fine.
Nobody's stopping you. Certainly not me.
If there was a top 4 that you had, I'm at least in the top 3.
And that's only because they can not see...
The genius, the mediocrity that seems to oppose everyone of my obstacles.
How can I sit idly by, dividing my kind of rhyming, aside..
from everything I've witnessed, I'm biding my time.
I'm coal mining, finding diamonds inside of my rhyme... pad...
I'm bad to the bone...I looked at him n' said, "define: bad"..
Because you're not mad like I'm mad. I'm fucking INSANE..
Pictures of Sharon Tate being stabbed by Manson up in my brain...
n' I'm reluctant to change... indestructible range...
Something that's strange... pure idealism for coming...
n' fucking busting your brains out of your cranium. You angry, son?
Well, I'm Titanium..... MIDI mind Alien.
Transporting thoughts among the millennium falcon...
Truly insulting, lyrical spits here mimic a cauldron...
Moving on property like monopoly, your ministries faulting...
This industry's a cult that recruits you idiots often...
So congrats -- you made your first dance hit....
Dick longer than Big's verse on that "One More Chance" shit..
Yeah, I don't fit the mold - I'm rather against it..
a 60 minute drop, that'd make Dan Rather contentious
My manner's rather impressive, gathering weapons at the site of war...
No holds barred, kind of form. "Why are you fighting for"?
I'm not like the norm..... I hate the media.
Superstar's are greedy fucks n' all we do is eat it up.

Friday, June 20, 2014

...I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...




Trust me, it's not a thing...
I bada-bing you Scarface's...
when em' hard aces come out of the fucking guitar cases! (Desperado, nigga!)
And that's a bar statement (think about it, where is that scene taking place? LOL!)
Get the heart racing...
I'm part Myers, I'm part Manson, and I'm part Jason!
I wait until you see that mask of mine, then I start chasing...
Cause I'm a mastermind with the ratchet, trying to match the violence...
of today's youth, find you a casket
and have you latched inside it... Beatrix Kiddo, but no actual bride shit...
No actual Pride shit...
No rainbows, or parade floats, but actual Pride shit...
I'm talking massive fighters! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride_Fighting_Championships)
That can pass as writers...
I'm a bastard fire... with a pulled match, and lighter...
No last survivor...
Yeah you got bars and sentences, but no actual priors...
And with a cop? You'd sing, like a classic choir!!...
You niggas talking about your triggers are blazing...
But you're a miniature Asian, them shits are only bigger in Beijing...
I stay king... look at your ricochets as a play thing...
You're certainly not ready for my shadows and what they bring...
I'm drama manifested... I'm the North Korean
dictators fire and fury, I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury
at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance
of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...
The images of "where are they now"
Yeah, fuck living...
Suicide... you either do or die... motherfucker, choose a side!!!!!!

Thursday, June 19, 2014

But trust me I spark fatal... speak on a clown bringing beasts to the town to eat through em', wound up like you're in Sharknado...The King, like Clark Gable... Don't play with these faggots, you take a swing n' I'm bringing em' Monkey Bars... to your park table...

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Word, they wanna roll weed, then proceed
to go for that higher drug, but a hit of this shit'll make em' OD
No kidding, no jokes, no writtens, no posts
from me is like having no potency in that roach, agreed?
Got it on locked down, so were freed...
So many locations for holding cheese, is like Ratatouille went overseas!
Skill sick, no disease... real thick... bones increase...
They can smell fear off of their flesh when the pheromones release
Cause they don't know a beast... but it's kick started...
Blood on the doors and whores with 666 markings...
Yeah... many amenities, but which market?
I'm going for the pitch, barking shit at retarded kids, sparking...
shit about shock value, just plugs for the outlets
Trying to get ("Reed" Dollaz), but can't stretch it, so it sounds Meek...
But the Richer(Richard) they get? they Storm with principle...
Sue'-in everybody in site, then go Invisible...
-Women is what they're like... don't wanna stay and fight...
playing like they're hot shots... until they're in Mourning(Morning), they gotta say GOODNIGHT!
But trust me I spark fatal... speak on a clown
bringing beasts to the town to eat through em', wound up like you're in Sharknado...
The King, like Clark Gable...
Don't play with these faggots, you take a swing
n' I'm bringing em' Monkey Bars...
to your park table... Iron, man... Stark cable...
jump start your heart with one shock, if you aren't able...
Ha... Marvel at the wizardry...
The shit I key, would make Harry Potter wanna visit me...
And you can Die Hard, if you're Living Free...
Life is like a game, motherfucker, I'm on the winning team!!!...
Got em' in a dream... nightmare is over...
Gee, I'm not your average Joe, but I can fight with a Cobra Commander!
Go toe to toe with the Lantern...
the arch nemesis... to space apart sentences with laser-dart emphasis!!!...
So play your part, and this is the end of your journey...
So much sentences, it's like I'm friends with attorneys...
But yeah, you're not a king... I'm plotting, bring your whole fam...
through and get em' blown in half; I call that Gustavo Fring!

 

Shoot like Django, debris from the pistol smoke would make wizards choke... Wizards choke like they felt it burning up in their throat! Making waves, this is a boat...nigga float! Saying So long, Jay!,(Solange) ...like a Jigga joke! If you're feeling this shit's too cold for you? Get a coat!!!...




yet... what's the point, he's still holding the cards...
Full tilt poker, cigars... and there's nothing here folding, that's ours....
Yolo, roll with the stars... tougher than a meteor hit...
Believe me, evil as shit... only chickens I see on the "Strip"...
Are your team... yea, my work's Jekyll
with "Relativity" in each, any jerk gets heckled... verses causing the "Earth to Echo"
Reverb for these herbs... live in the ground...
Just sprouted from out of it, feeling like citizens now...
Given it is profound... such a feat... my talent embarks
on a much more desirable plain... in the fire, a pyro' remains...
unharmed... no technicalities either... just ether
for you faggots, get sprayed...
daggers, I play with, don't get dragged in the way...
Or laid out on the Veranda, where the maggots can prey...
Get mangled, fillet n' dangled, they saying you hanging with me?
We can tango for free...
Shoot like Django, debris from the pistol smoke would make wizards choke...
Wizards choke like they felt it burning up in their throat!
Making waves, this is a boat...nigga float!
Saying So long, Jay!,(Solange) ...like a Jigga joke!
If you're feeling this shit's too cold for you? Get a coat!!!...
(How the nigga write so many lines)
Homie, flow's refined sodium, I'm... all too much for you salty niggas...
If you popping right off the top? It will result in triggers...
Nah, it'll result in insults to make you pull out your guns...
and try to squeeze...Not complaining, though
it's a normal response... considering the come up, it's what the formula wants...
And with me? I'm quite enormous in taunts...
I get it going, those feeling overconfident with it? I put their head below em!
Now what you "over"-confident with, you talkative prick?
I just put your head below your body, you looking awkward as shit!

Big fishes in a small pond... Fucking look at his face... all brawn... For that sympathy? All gone...




Yeah, I know..
The main attraction, they all are just a side show...
act... the type of guy to leave your spine blown back...
find Prozac inside of a backpack, left unattended, and...
You might well call 9-1-1 and get the medics in...
I'm menacing... only a disfigured neck where a head's been...
Flow fire, the result of the track? Looks like Freddy's skin...
RAWR... nah, fuck a growl...
I look like Jack Napier, with a tougher style..
Make a motherfucker couple his upper brow...
In concern... the tutorial so the winners learn...
Flesh's tough, skin's firm... infectious, they gotta wonder if it's a germ...
I'm spitting out... pathogens flying...
photographic memory, pictures capture the violence...
I know, pretty poetic, right?
A rap prophet, in the in-between...
Living his dream, and just doesn't care, making em' Agnostic...
You need flash cards? Remedial minded...
This isn't even intermediate, I'm in a different class then them...
Rapping comes natural, nothing prosthetic
in here... Iverson wit' the rhyming, friend... lines are kind of like Ricin
seeping inside the skin...
Sleeping, you tired then?
Sound like a 5, I win... I'm more like a higher 10...
So it's dire, you require some higher fire power, like...
a flame thrower... no more tokens, the games over...
I train soldiers... a poisonous viper, shooting his venom, son...
Killing off your team, even if there's 10 of them...
Fast, lyrics come in to term, like seeing Jenner run...
They could never come... close with this... put simply? There's no interest...
You can turn-tail, still doesn't matter, a quick kill...
So until, you can build up your motto? No big deal...
You will, get slaughtered the same, don't bother, fathered the game...
Got a lot to detain, fugitive shit...
Yeah, dude's legit... if you saw him? yeah, you would've flipped...
Big fishes in a small pond...
Fucking look at his face... all brawn...
For that sympathy? All gone...
Maul on... any track... ask where the pen's at. It's a Reynolds wrap...
For this game, boy... no Nintendo...
Up in the North, but still hold the central... don't even know his full potential...

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

I'm on a whole ..other level, the prodigal son of the anatomical one... So if you wanna become a casualty, the fabric I weave can dawn on you from..




My text is hard, I roll up in this, then move to my next cigar..
flexing bars, like muscles, I got philosophers saying that I'm...
the next Descartes, toughest on board, just when you thought Chess was smart..
If life's like a classroom, then bitch, I'm skipping the lesson part..
My message arch, is a symbol of words that kids can observe n' acknowledge
without earning a scholarship for a term, or ever learning in College..
You determined to follow this? Well, shit, that's cool...
I'm just letting it flow, like... my genetic was prone
to it, better know - round' heir, like the letter O' was of royalty...
The Real Mccoy's decoy to me.. Aluminum couldn't foil me..
I'm a... different kind of attack, the mind of IRAQ
locked inside of a shack ...miles away from civilization, just trying to rap..
Fuck it... you wanna go Mano e' Mano, bro?
I'm on a whole ..other level, the prodigal son of the anatomical one...
So if you wanna become a casualty, the fabric I weave can dawn on you from..
perspective angles, symmetrical to the pencil I've drawing in here..
Dog, a career isn't logical, here's a killer that'll murder ye...
Serving ye cervical linings to the linen of your living room furniture..
I'm just kidding, like fuck writtens, what's up.. with enough shit
in my bag, for a patient of colostomy to come up n' ask what it's costing me...

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Boredom is golden, I'm at the memorial of my former patrol, an... There isn't a forum or a board on the net, I see with a formidable foe in..




If there's even an INKLING of doubt, I open their brain just to see what they're thinking about...
I'm a Sphinx with a mouth of a paradox, drinking a Stout...
extra Guinness... yo, I flex' text in minutes...
So step to me, n' get your fucking NET REP diminished..
Boredom is golden, I'm at the memorial of my former patrol, an...
There isn't a forum or a board on the net, I see with a formidable foe in..
So when.... kids draw to the conclusions, n' use that anchor
to dawn on my music, I pull this ace out of the hole n' make em' all an exclusive.

Monday, June 16, 2014

So think about that for a second, I'm a practical weapon of mass destruction, latched in a jet and blasting over Castro's defense men...




I like sickness... I write with a tight fitness
regimen, I just get it in... no anabolic or medicine...
Trust me... hard in the paint, the bars are my strength... arms curls on the reg.
pick up a keg' quicker than ever...
lifting the lever off of the tip... Hugo Weaving, with a different Vendetta...
Holding the plane in the air, ready to balance it...
whatever the case may be? I'm thinking of this, waiting to land...
Anything feisty to kick this vacation off hand...
Time and space is the plan, I'm completely devoid of in between
Spitting off the top, going ham and living the sinners dream...
Then confession awaits.... I profess I'm a great, he doesn't listen...
Robbed of my goodwill, but if you see my content, there's nothing missing...
So think about that for a second, I'm a practical weapon
of mass destruction, latched in a jet and blasting over Castro's defense men...
My mental is an asteroid, colliding to earth when rhyming a verse...
And I'm tired, the thirst that's perspired over time is the worst...
You know? I got these migraines like, standing inside flames
Without a suit... Jack Spartan coming out the Ice Block
to face Simon Phoenix... yeah... the same effect... it hurts more...
All I see is more pawns that I can score on...
And it won't be before long that the resurrection comes...
And I gotta suit up my motherfuckers like Voltron...

my pen's the potion of any devotion regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...




I plan to rise... like the machines...
Writing between intervals... wake up from a sleep to be fighting the dream...
So it's like an operation, getting right with the fiends...
that are itching for the product that I'm designing right in these schemes...
I've always been alone, while they're fighting in teams...
Trying to be cynical like "Oh, he ain't nice as he seems"...
They can't wake these guys... hiding in their fake disguise...
That's why I ain't surprised, the ones so attached are now breaking ties...
my pen's the potion of any devotion
regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...
Yes, back to the Brink trucks, we got this linked up...
like clinked cups, celebrating our successes, drink up...
The firefly shining brighter now, a lighter to my entire style...
Only shooting higher, you can't quiet the choir down...
Hear the hums, hear the hues and the melody...
There's NO way that you're telling me that doesn't sound heavenly? (HANH)
And yet, I'm agnostic... people are born to lie...
So many predictions not met; who here's really mortified?
Looking for those testaments, try decoding those sentences
Needing some better emphasis, on those quotes and those references?
They said if you look harder enough you'll find it...
So I'm reminded daily... I'll always be stand still if they try to sway me...
Came out the dumpster... several years
later? a youngster... rap game's own Eddie Munster...
Tell me, what they're gonna do with a Prayer
when that single mom can't cope, so she's Losing Isiah? (HANH)
1995 shit, try to think...
Alcoholics feel more at home when they find a drink...
And I feel at home when I find the ink...
Like Kanye & Kim Kardashian feel at home when they're buying mink...
Or a Prada bag... with the message "I'm not a fag"...
But I gotta brag about what I wear, so it got a tag...
like an Ikea purchase... put it together...
On the hot days, still looking good in my sweater...
If Satan wants to throw hands we can throw hands...
Cause I got no plans, to be this hot and go for a bromance...
This is for my old fans, I'm welcoming the newer ones...
I'll be prepared when those rumors come...
Circulating like it's in a round about...
How's he gonna be the same when they found this out? Oh, and how's his spouse?
Is she doing well, taking care of herself?
In the limelight everyday, don't embarrass yourself...
Would the Kardashian's be the same without Paris's help...
Would America be better off without a terrorist cell
To blame? Only ones that know are the ones that can see the future
And considering the Mayan's calls? I do not see it in signs at all...
Look how our minds evolved... species that generate
so much destruction it's a miracle there's 7 billion people on earth...

Friday, June 13, 2014

So... uh, why are you here? Thought you were fly, but as far.. as the highest in here, it's safe to say you've aspired toward the real pilot you fear..(me)




Wow, never seen such a blatant attempt for words to rhyme...
Thought you were serving mine, your nervous kind
of ethics can't really emerge to the Persian Kind...
Think about it... did you really put thought into that?
Conductor popping a rap, push your train of thought off of the track..
Point blank. This boy stank. Can smell's decay...
Got bars, fella's gay, bars like you're doing hard time in Pelican Bay...
So...just a thought.... thought your random influx could touch the top?
But you've eluded yourself....your movement of stealth is unusual, my musical Elf.
See the remedial students I usually help...is not as bad...
Fucking nutty, I'm here to tell you to get off my nads..
That was in poor taste.... you're lacking the sport...
to spit the tactical form. lack the thunder, I'm back with the storm...
to push you back to your practical norm, aye..
Bro... there's just, no scenario of you taking this lightly..
I'll say it politely... that previous post? already invaded your psyche..
You're not weighing - despite thee' conscious effort of reaching...
When in actuality? this is effortless, a sequence of text.. complex to your perspective of deepness...
So at best, your uniqueness? is in a special thesis...
Not to be seen by mine. your entire meaning needs to be redefined.
Yeah... fuck, not even thinking about this little camaraderie sinking..
in his own boat, to the bottom... it's safe to say now, he gotta be drinking...
Ha, I'm the lottery kingpin.
You're at the dawn of extinction, like the comet' ...notably, your flow don't go toe to toe with me.
So you see? We're just too types of entities...
mentally? you're resenting me, but from a perspective, yours wasn't meant to be.
So... uh, why are you here? Thought you were fly, but as far..
as the highest in here, it's safe to say you've aspired toward the real pilot you fear..(me)
You weak lines outline your career.... I'm at a tier,
you gotta arch at a vantage... part of it's anguish, I'll use your heart to clearly mark my advantage...
I got the ambition, the drive, the ignition - parallel park on the canvass..
n it's awfully sandy at the beach of my logic, I hope you got your binoculars handy...
What...you thought you'd unhand me? you must be sipping wine...
My bomb is the ticking kind; you're still a dynamite stick behind...
So stick to lying stupid shit in your rhymes as an admission of finding..
missing defiance, written in the worst possible infliction of trying..

The universe... using words, fuck a mutual mate... You telling me eat the apple, right? You is a snake. I ain't portraying no one, that was a Judas mistake... To conquer the elements of reality, I'd move through a lake...




Speak slow with the cheat code...
High praises, better keep low.. or get Debo'd...
Yeah I need no... introduction...
Skip discussion, picture me sonning you like I'm Phillip Drummond..
Don't even look right... Kanye West
with it, living the "Good Life"... get the hook right...
work with the left...
I take anyone's verse as a personal threat...
And respond with an aerial assault to cause the Earth to eject...
The universe... using words, fuck a mutual mate...
You telling me eat the apple, right? You is a snake.
I ain't portraying no one, that was a Judas mistake...
To conquer the elements of reality, I'd move through a lake...
So yeah, better to get it going...
need me the anesthetics the medics hold in their baggage to let it go, man...
whole hand inside of the bag. Give me the drugs...
That's the inner stability they feed to our mugs...
Some people need Jesus' love...
Some wanna see the above and agree where the Deity's from...
Real talk tho, I feel awful.
Jaw made of titanium alloy, eating a steel waffle.
Yeah, they let the cat out of the bag now...
Burning the notes... from biblical wording to determine the scope...
of its history, but that will never happen... it's conservative
Scientific studies to push the area of nourishment...
That's mass appeal... take your group of pastors, reel
them into an establishment, spun around the elastic wheel...
And times that number by a million... normal civilians...
Who fight for their civil rights, but don't know who they're dealing with...

Trying to dumb it down for the masses thinking that shit's smart...




BET you did, Cowboy hat on, on my Texas shit...
vets get ripped part, when it comes to Music? I'm picking art...
All of these slow kids who started rap? had a different start..
Trying to dumb it down for the masses thinking that shit's smart...
It isn't... not even close, yeah I got me some jokes.
Teachers first day in that bitch, they're copying notes.
The Apache, slicing through flesh wit' the Axe, ready for blood...
The streets will run red... no fuck that, I'll get me a flood.
What you expect of me, cuss? We're not the same people...
Two vertical bars get slanted, remain equal
only to one. MY hemoglobin is made of petroleum, son...
The smoking barrel out the passenger side... who's holding the gun?
Silence the critics with silencers visits...
Pick a time and a distance.... to fire an entire round inside of their business!

but I'm beyond the limitations of what supernatural holds... Swing the axis low... with enough force in it to detach the globe... the impact will cause a reaction to swallow the atlas, whole...




Exactly... I'm devoted to the cursive text...
vertical leaps of memories make every single word complex...
Yep. You heard the best. And that's just
the sampler, you don't deserve the rest.... Everyone of you fucking nerds perplexed...
by it... that creationism mentality, same approach...
But a higher powers involved, in which they named the host...
I should explain this post... I mean biblical...
Just to give you a visual into the mind that's hindered you...
There's certainly room for normality to grow...
but I'm beyond the limitations of what supernatural holds...
Swing the axis low... with enough force in it to detach the globe...
the impact will cause a reaction to swallow the atlas, whole...
Yes... they're recognizing a leader...
the desire to be the combination of fire and ether
In a normal plain... born to reign, like X-Men's "Storm", I'm saying...
I astral plane wit' imagery - you hear the quantum cords are playing...
And that's just formulation... find a recording place, and...
teach em' about the coordination in every supported statement...
like what? Yeah, exactly... it'll take time to comprehend...
Jumping through the threshold of life, I'm like "you can hop the fence"
I got defense... like the other side of the crown attorney...
Speaking on the complexity of the words without sounding nerdy...
Def with it, I turn it up like "Oh, now you heard me?"
Yeahhhhhhh!



Wednesday, June 11, 2014

It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real.. A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield... My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...




I am much tougher now, learned to cope
Words had spoken for me in the same sense of security as the nurturing...
Looked at the body of work, started up hearses, then...
continued to process into venues, subconscious
of any reality realm... challenging the balance again... a palace
of styles that are gems... even the Mandarin wants his hand in them...
Word... never learned to adapt... that wasn't my regard...
flying bars, touching the sky n' reaching horizon's stars...
I got my eyes to Mars... looking at Jupiter...
Concepts perplexing to merit, hearing what's new to ya...
I jeopardize the balance who don't recognize my talents...
It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real..
A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield...
My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...
Get left for the kill... soon as I step, the weapon
concealed.... shows it's self.. now it's me and you... no one else.
But fuck that dog eat dog mentality... overthrow the shelf...
Scared Straight 99... "motherfucker, come hold my belt!"
Come hold these pockets, bitch... robbing you of your awesome kicks...
Any freedom you thought you had outside these walls do NOT EXIST...
Yeah, the apocalypse... sirens of mayhem...
From the composed structure of patterns when I try to display em', it's like...
Every subset has its own independent brain...
Mental aim got an exclusive shine, like a pendant's chain...
All these kids washed up... hear the sink idle...
Before it turns on, put your clothes through the rinse cycle...
This shit's psycho... I spit like no
Other on this board, hit high notes... like a Soprano...
I got this mic in my handle n' it's like, I'm lighting a candle...
In the dark of night, fighting with Rambo...
Fuck a butterfly knife, I swipe it right off the mantle..
And get over that hump, like it's a camel... some Sahara shit...
Four arms, some Kintaro shit... with a mask...
We're through the looking glass... n' it's looking good to smash...
I'm not all there... like Snooki's ass...
But it's OK, child... in the Situation, I play with that grade A pile...
roll up a J, WOW...
Then walk out that fucking bitch wit' the same style.. plain foul...
Ignorant. What's my name now?
Oh, that's right. It's the one you see displayed on this rap site...
Cockroaches scatter, like I went and turned on a flashlight...
Coming back from the dead, like I didn't care for a past life...

This is a lit match... AND a fuse... Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up... Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...




Yeah... n' he just keeps going...
free flowing MC's know em' as Terminator... just reloading...
these AR-15's, blowing... ammo through your flannel shoes...
dismantle dudes on some Godfather shit, quick wit' em Brando cues...(Marlon)
This is a lit match... AND a fuse...
Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up...
Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana
On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...
Hi, chump. Celph Taut... nice to meet ya..
They say life's like a Pizza... n' I'm looking for a slice to eat up...
quickly. Be like... yeah, hit me.
Seconds later you're six feet... riding shotgun up shit's creek...
Yeah, tackle with that...
Kill you, and perform the Eulogy after the fact....
Then die myself... from a laughing attack...
Dark Comedy - I'm a master at that... nah...
I hate death... further more? I fight on some battle shit that I've learned before...
That's why I turn to war, in most cases...
Met the Oracle and left a bunch of broke vases... No Matrix!
Tell a hater "Don't hate this"! ....You know what the reaction will be?
He'll probably bust a cap in your knee.
Shit, you have to agree... that was a dumb request of you...
An intellectual at text; I don't play Chess wit' you Checker dudes...
Giving me record cues... I'm Taut, bro
Just wanna jot, so that Medusa could 'rock slow'...
I said she was stoned... she was like "ha... you do not know!"...
Uh, actually *holds a mirror* - That's what I thought, hoe!
Shattered to pieces, they can't fathom this pattern
- features like a nice car, bought from the dealership. Realer shit...
Enough to make someone roll up on ya, and then steal your shit...
Enough to make Stephen Hawking get out his chair, and then feel your shit...
One touch, on some Healer shit...
Bored right now... see the score right now? keying, four nights down...
Keying, even when the sites down... that's right, clown...
I got access... cover the spot of four different thought lapses...
My temporal lope is like hip hop classics
explored through the synapses, then gored out of my head
while my cerebellum's attached to the cord...
Meh.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start... But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"... See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...




I see... but music's a child...
every consequence from infancy
is what mainly interests me into building these different themes...
They go off the walking path? Or they can sit between...
and fantasize the art form; they feel the pen's like written dreams....
Foreplay is their forte... I get it in all...
But they're drawn back, acting sketchy, how they expect to evolve?
They yearn answers for each question to solve
the lesser of two evils raping the culture... which is normally conformity...
Second nature is warning me... hide most of what
the music is born to see...
Then open your doors n' give em' the tour for free...
Best of the elites, rest at their feet...
the pressure that seeped into their digestive ain't give em seconds to speak...
Word...
And the cost is more than it's worth...
What's the point of the splurge if it'll lose you when you pen a verse...
Sacrilegious in nature, trust me the end's worst...
Ready to just burst into flames as soon as he enters church...
Word...
Can't talk to em' now...
These greedy motherfuckers mocking the crown...
It's a burial, aerial assault... hawks come around...
And turn the area into a hospital ground... that thought is profound...
I don't welcome it, but I can smell the death of it...
Scratch like the vinyl, make the record skip...
Check it, this is the beating drum for the greedy ones in the deficit...
Def. a sit down for this round...
I'm hearing em' rustle... I'm the Ferret, comparing their hustles...
Sunglasses on, surrounded by American Muscle...
in arrogance, must know the lyric is not on par where the Ferret is..
Scary shit. Real talk. Make you slice off each hairy tit...
On your chest like, "where his nips" ...seconds later "Oh, there it is!"
El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start...
But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"...
See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water
like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...
Now... back to business... I dunno...
I see a lack of interest of rap, so this is... like the craft I'm pitching...
Bringing back tradition... bout to put up a rap petition...
Back to dissing... back to cats with an actual vision...
For this shit... whether forum public decorum blips
of everything we could ask for... before Jook came a cash whore...
And had em' put up a trash board...
Back before politics happened... back when real boarders
followed the action...
Now, all of this whack... and ... I don't wanna part of it...
But shit... I'm feeding the beast... I'm in a catch stream and release...
But I ain't eating, capeesh?
So, I need to be leaving the streets with something that can keep em' in peace...(Not meaning police!)

Sunday, June 8, 2014

You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha', n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..




 Then I was like, my pen's the medicine, right?
I'm seen in a menacing light, to some, scum, but I'm "Out Of Sight"
like the old catchphrase, n' Omen - back in my old text days..
A weirdo, take you back to 69' like the grown sex craze..
Then throw you in the back of the truck, like a known sex trade..
Don't text me. Words upset me. I'm a net nerd..
at text words, directly. An expert like Dexter to death, we..
certainly have an inspiration for my cynical ways..
I'm in clinic, dazed.... pivoting blades at any lyrical mage...
Had that "Bomb Flow", she said... I said, "In here? it's grenades"..
If you thought you were puzzled before? Then this is here's a maze"..
You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back
to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha',
n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..
Godspeed... thank the lord that you're not me.
I've had colleagues say I'm raps modern Gilbert Gottfried..
That was a slap to my face... yeah, I've had my mistakes...
But shit, don't you DARE compare to that LOUD SON OF A BITCH..
Cause when I summon my pitch, I swear a frequency like
that doesn't fucking exist...n' trust me, I'm as tough as it gets..

my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm... My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..





Yeah, getting under your skin! who says that you need the surgery?
I'm murdering whores, dropping em' down like bargain prices at furniture stores..
my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm...
My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..
So fuck with you thought of me, off the top - no lobotomy...
My interest throughout the years is enough to help the economy..
So, @Storyteller and @KwaL!ty .... it's about to be a robbery..
I'm an anomaly of a moderner, follower's on to me..
God MC... have I said that yet? I hope not...
Dope thoughts, never Downhill for me, get a Soapbox..
I throw shots, and n' if I do, that's IT for you..
You're just lucky that it's through.. n' I didn't bring my sidewinder missile, too!
Bored, n' I'm tapering off, so I'm hope I'm not mistaking ye, dog..
The top spot isn't vacant to y'all - I'm taking it ALL.

you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line.. That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!




Whoa... funny thing is I can keep going wit' this...
my flowing exists in the soul, most don't even know is a niche..
It exists in the soul of the niche, the colder it gets...
My node's to.... show what's coming there to the chosen few..
Yeah, the chosen two... or the chosen one...
you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line..
That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind
the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!
LOL @ the Patrick Stewart face... I got that same face when I'm taking a shit..
In your bathroom stall, call your girlfriend in so she can take in a whiff..
Ha... you jelly now? Got that R.Kelly style..
But I don't think there's anyone under age 10, around..
I'm getting wild... about to shut it down in my first key...
As a matter of fact? I'm done.. this works for me, personally a man of diversity.

I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..




Like I ain't mean to do this... of course I did!
I've single-handedly raise the divorce rate in Canada, with my Star-spangled banner, bra..
Call me "Canadian Bacon", does this look like cured ham to ye?
Took a vegan named Angela, n' made the bitch eat a HAMBURGER!!!
HHAHAHAHA....TE-HE-HE... how sick can I be?
Well, difference you see is.. I got such a big dick, I stuck it in your chick n' it tickled the fetus..
Listen, I'm Geebus!, turn it up a notch...
busting locks of Dorm Room doors like Sean Connery, give me ANOTHER SCOTCH..
Then I walk into your girls room like, "You can come and watch"...
But I didn't let her... is it so wrong of me so?
I'm phenomenal, bro... coming right out of the Dog House, to give your momma a bone..
Like, "you can call it Simone", yeah... I had her Raven for it..
It was so fucking good that I had an Atheist PRAYING for it..
It was so good, I had PETA coming out their way to say THEY'D SUPPORT IT!
YEAH.. I don't have to explain why I rap like this, it's just instinct..
Thoughts feel like an iPad stuck up Lance's ass, cause it's in-sync..
I make the most rational people act first, and THEN think..
my pen ink.... is dope enough to make ZELDA DEFEND Link..
Not that it would be weird or anything of that nature...
I'm just sick with it, bro... my thinking elapses a flash of brilliance of every inking synapses..
I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down
like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..
What I'm drinking is acid... went back in time to meet
Lincoln and ask if... relinquishing black slavery...what was he THINKING with that shit?
LOL... Just kidding I'm black, figured I'd get in Storm Front's head with that...
I know they're feeling a prejudice deep inside of their head, it's just..
my mind's a colt... inside of a vault of Lion's who hear..
the Antelope's crying, and bolt... in that direction, I'm a rapping freshman..
Which's ironic, cause I'd hate to be in that profession..
There's this mass connection to the past, n meeting with that
repeated attack of Yes Man....

Friday, June 6, 2014

So, all rappers beware I bare the tactical tier higher it's practical here, the rappers who fears fire will need access to gear...




Some hood shit, could flip pages up...
Engage these little razor bumps that will fucking fillet you chumps...
Nah, back of the mind.. enough weight to crackle the spine
like a defense linemen who tackles behind the practicing line...
Cause that's how my rap is defined....
A captured design pictured and passed to the prime essence
of every line sentence sitting in his mind presence...
There's no finding a key... you see it idling inside of the hole
by the drivers seat... so a question for you is why compete?
I find the beat of the drum and fall asleep in it, son
Fall asleep on the Sun...
You got the heat conjured piece in the lung... I breathe it
and run any MC out the slums...
That's the consequence... any one not packing common sense?
Hah... they die too... that's the gist of it...
A sly dude, my instruments are minds grouped to network every rhyme looped...
So, all rappers beware I bare the tactical tier higher
it's practical here, the rappers who fears fire will need access to gear...
Why not? The fly spot, see the bird shit....
Deserve flipping every dictionary word, watch the verbs hit...
On the curve, how I preserve wit...
Just typing... fuck up a face for any runner that's stuck in his place...
I mean if you really want breathing? No room... a
heathen who looms around screaming that's he's in the Legion of Doom!
Like Animal and Hawk... I'm a Planet on a Rock...
yes... the loch ness of hip hop just dropping his top text...
The lock on the spot? Pressed down into iron
and forged... like firing wars my desires the entire discourse...
And now the sire is bored...
Every rhyme that he soared down from the higher porch is just lying, ain't no buyers remorse...

Thursday, June 5, 2014

They said to write from the heart, that parts like a secret weapon So the pen I work with writes words at 70 beats per second...




And that wasn't even the half of it... so here's the rest...
had to clear the air, it's best... for me to speak on a leveled tone...
Hard as a rock, an earshot from where the pebble's thrown
Outspoken enthusiast, crystal clear in his beveled zone...
Heading home now... grown child has to eat his words...
And he doesn't do it often, so on the surface he seems malnourished (think about it)
They said to write from the heart, that parts like a secret weapon
So the pen I work with writes words at 70 beats per second... (think about it)
Metaphors... when you see it come...
My statistic for meta(fours) in a 16 are 3 to 1 (3, 2, 1) every interval...
That's half metronome drum loop in a flow...
I'm like the... harmony embodied, the truth you don't know...
Nah.. I'm not that, I'm just speaking freely so I can say...
I don't got the drive today, even if it does ride away...
My momentum is my toupee... floating on the top...
While the play, in the park with their bicycles like Skylar Grey

She'll spread faster than a ridiculous rumor... When I stick my dick in her womb and open that rippled cocoon up...




YEAH, these kids live the fairytale lives, it's fictional...
I mean, how the hell could we perceive what they've written you?
Fucking aye, tired a rap... I'm firing at...
anything in close proximity... cause I hate it all, man...
need a fall plan... through the shot glass of life...
I beg for forgiveness, I ask for the light...
then I get slashed faster than the Passion of Christ...
But I'm a partisan though... no, I'm an artist, in full..
Just messed up... but guess what?
I still got love for all of this text stuff, n' don't care to suggest uh...
other method of spitting... never getting a written
to be splurged on this fucking page, until it has my nuts displayed...
I am a nut, you say... not appalled by that...
I ball, where's Spalding at? Looks like I called him back.
The mystical river of risking a liver to my influence...
eying Students outside the locker rooms, I was surprised to do it...
Idling in the drive way of the dorm, waving Hi through the room and...
Telling your 18 year old daughter to suck the tip of this broom stick..
So I can stick it in her clit and then move it...
Yeah, freaking maneuver the handle inside of that bitch, till it's skewered...
She'll spread faster than a ridiculous rumor...
When I stick my dick in her womb and open that rippled cocoon up...
Yeah, a nasty boy. That I leave that ass destroyed...
Right from the back, deploy a "C'MON", like I'm Pastor Troy...
"Mommy, what's that?" -- then I chime in with my rudeness
by saying that their mommy is a whore... the way she's on the floor...
Give them all a tour... yeah, where is my manners?
Hiding behind the parents, my answers would leave you embarrassed, like dancers...
Who forget their steps... a dizzying array
of evil, built in an unorthodox hierarchy... I'm bored...
Waiting for my girl to come over, so I can move my hand...
Right over her Redbox faster than the Movie Stand...

I get that high when I rap to fly and attack my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat




So to make up my mind? I won't add to that mundane ritual...
That 6 second clip obsession from most individuals
spending their time on world star, posting up comments...
And not doing shit with their lives, but promoting the nonsense
I can scope my subconscious... right down to the soul underneath
and deliver crushing blows to those that jumble their speech
But I'm not about that... I'd rather just, open up the mouse trap
Let em' scurry off to get eaten up by the house cat.
I wanna rap until the curtain call is purposeful...
I want my omnipresence to flirt the room when the verse resumes...
I get that high when I rap to fly and attack
my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat
Yeah, Louisville Slugger... figure it's a rapping phase..
Until you're swinging wildly inside of my mental batting cage...
Agnostic, the rap prophet. Followed religion, then backed off it.
From the black market preachers teaching outside
to the frat mosh-pits. To the dance songs that lacked conscious --
flavor, savoring past hot hits for cash conquests...
Yeah... fight for the feeling puts you right through the ceiling..
I got this mic that I'm wielding like a knife to your children...
Sticking up their social norms, corrupting the youth
With soul reverb sound kicking up in the booth..
It's all chuckles and fun till the knuckles just come out of nowhere and fuck up your gums
Beyond comprehension. That's your brain I plan to knock some sense in.
I hate the one linear outlook of life
So I deal with several dimensions when I pick up this mic
Lifting it like a dumb bell. Grunt, yell, drop the weight down...
One punch to your grill make your whole face round...
If that's the case, clown? I'm done with this shit...
Frank Castle on my motherfucking Punisher shit...

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

why... are you trying to stop its unwinding subconscious? This is the mind trying to find in his conscience a working example of talent being worth placing the slack on the perch of the ant hill...




From the darkest night to the lightest day...
I write in a quite decisive way... like the Sensei with his sword... swiping his prey...
Cause a type of delay of type - primitive mights get decayed...
Right on display for me to see... before I dismember that, easily..
Back fully erect... I bully the giants... liken...
my attitude to a lycan of folklore... howl till my throats soar...
tonsils shrouded in pain... I go for...
the elegance shown in my intelligence, hone
a magnum that'd have Tom Selleck disowned...
Word... I roam where the Elephants roam...
Elevating the veteran zone, speaking in a menacing tone...
His lower torso's wondering if the head's its own...
Or just a living chemical shown upon the residence of his neck, like his home...
Oh... they breathe life in this shit? Ways of enjoyment...
to display an art form that's been fatally poisoned...
I echo the sentiments of those who enrich the design...
Of the Hip Hip aesthetics, saying the music is still in its prime...
Yeah, syllables rhymed... wordplay...
a mountain I'm willing to climb, if you feel it... then why...
are you trying to stop its unwinding subconscious?
This is the mind trying to find in his conscience
a working example of talent being worth placing
the slack on the perch of the ant hill...
I say that Earth's a stand still...
people moving at vein... still trying to prove
their acclaim through music by doing the same
shit of those ruling the game... nothing intuitive, aim
for the formulaic approach they've set up
from the get go... the fucking train's like a Metro...
But that's the name of the threshold..
We got the wane of potential for attaining a press code
into the game of those saying their special...
Nah...
That's the lies that they weave, they try to conceive
this stupid bullshit code to follow, and promote it to no tomorrow.
I'm sorry for that.... I can't cope...
slipping off this damn slope... I think that template's a No Man's Land scope...
Even if you succeed in breaking the mold, there's no way to behold..
the baton for the generation to come after, these dumb rappers
are just... shoes to fill... all of you are prey
the music guild's an exclusive bill of rights for the politicians on who to kill...
But what's truly real? (reel)... yeah, double entendre...
cause dude's who feel like they got a (shot)... are (on a roll)
like a Movie Film...

like Alex Trebek... watch the chain reaction crash Rome to where the chalice reflects the destruction of my challenge to any talent that's left...




Yeah, that's what they're telling me...
They're celebrities in their mind... but I pry upon the cranial passage and place those thoughts into jeopardy
like Alex Trebek... watch the chain reaction
crash Rome to where the chalice reflects the destruction
of my challenge to any talent that's left...
Placing the mediocre from the balance, I've stepped
Conquer the reign... positively moderated the claims...
See no dominate aim... at me... remain happy... acknowledge the plain
ebonics, attain the dialect of the Gods of the Game...
It isn't plausible to knock me. Got me?
with Street Smarts... that's intellect rooted in hoods where no Degree is shown...
Lynch mobs and hangings on the wall, where history is known...
His story? his own.... living on a matter of principle...
Visible angst to the miserable lengths, I push the boundaries of which they hold...
But to be honest, I'd rather detail
the rate of travel, the scale I'm weighed on would shatter upon impact
of the mass that I hail...

Monday, June 2, 2014

This where the winners lie... in a pool of their blood... Giving em' an outlet... the entire movement's unplugged... You're in a room wit' a thug... my influence above the worst of the addictions, see crack as a Nubian drug...




Word... a couple lines... is all that it takes...
till the acknowledge the weight I hold in every bar that I make...
then they realize,"wow... he really is the truth"
I'm like, "Hell yeah!" on some Dre shit... back to the wording...
He's not a god, he's an actual person...
who's graduated with top honors after emerging...
From the tavern of dark mystery... magic, a marked Mentalist...
tragic, I spark sentences... havoc, no heart, wretchedness...
Like, go fetch it bitch... see the Frisbee fly...
like a record disc... hit a fucking pool of Executives in the eye...
This where the winners lie... in a pool of their blood...
Giving em' an outlet... the entire movement's unplugged...
You're in a room wit' a thug... my influence
above the worst of the addictions, see crack as a Nubian drug...
Got my place fumigated dealing; there's too many bugs...
in the walls... the fuck wit' an FBI tap?
See my flat? full of substance... I dare em' to try...
Bored as fuck, so my lair's been high...
right there in the sky... fucking parents are aware of it...
they got extra baggage n' deemed me as a terrorist... like I'm one of the Arabic's
And there it is.... a life time without subscription...
I write with conviction... see in the light, where the trife has been missing...
Stick it in your heart, like an incision...
with a knife, the decision to do so is me figuring out where I am...
Then it's like, there I am... swear the merit planned
like demerits, you build it up n' try not to get fucked...
But by the time you do go? You're too slow... try to move, bro...
Can't bypass the industry, without the new code.

the bullets move in rhythm... Every one released is like riding a tempo... The Architect lives inside of my mental... the kind of potential I create for each line is suspenseful... enough to give the philosophical meaning of Violence? a pencil...




I leave the streets for good... but I'm still in the rap...
The villain is back... look at the life go, as he's killing the track...
I'm the filter for what these syllables lack...
I grill em' n' flat- en' the foundation they were building, for that?
I sit back and watch the pillars collapse...
Trust me... I had love for the game, but my comfort's changed...
now it's something deranged... lost souls, giving up in exchange...
They wallow and bask in all of it, when I'm calling it trash...
History in the making for the future, when they follow the past...
This is Apollo, at last... beaten the Russian he lost to...
in spirit... those who want the drive? They can suck the exhaust fumes
from out the back of the whip until the revving causes the axle
to shift... tell the Monestary Monk... I am a master at this...
And his ass don't exist... I don't look calm...
because I've made it be... now they're relating me to the story, like A&E...
Ha... they're not ready for the calibur, X...
Smash their watermelon in Gallagher sweats...
A style so complex... the rubric for it's too enormous
to read... formative keys performed into mental ornament themes...
From Norman's debris... blood on his orange little sleeves
As he's pulling those showers drapes back with a knife in his hand...
Fuck it... that's right with the plan...
Ecstasy tablets, broken Vicodin's jammed
Inside of his van's glove compartment, trying to cram the last of it
inside of his damn... mouth, while he's hiding it and...
Idling in a Idaho am....
-- bulance drive way, at 5 A.... M...
on Friday... man... that's the shit that I'm on...
Get clocked out... every script's an alarm... putting em' in visual harm...
Illustrating the model...
Carried by Aristotle... once the hear the throttle gears? the motto's clear...
E Mano mirrors, Pablo...
C'mon, bro, share the taco...
Ha... yeah, I'm a feisty fiesta...
These kids are clowns, they live the life of a Jester...
And fuck around with children, like a Molester...
So what gives em' the right to contest ta'... rifle I pressed on
the side of your temple?
Guy, I was gentle... plus, the bullets move in rhythm...
Every one released is like riding a tempo...
The Architect lives inside of my mental...
the kind of potential I create for each line is suspenseful...
enough to give the philosophical meaning of Violence? a pencil...

wow... now think about that for a sec...
the illustration of graphics perfected by a tactical weapon
of rapping perception...
cats who lack the connection
to be components of concept... go for the complex schemes
that they use without knowing the context...
It's like I'm holding the objects of reality to control your subconscious...
And there's nothing people can do until I've seeped in my groove...
Yeah, I'm speaking to you...
*points*
Yeah. YOU!
The guy glancing at his screen right now with a blank stare...
in his rank chair thinking "Now, what gives em' the right to say the shit that he likes?"
Here is some advice: I don't give a shit...
I scribble this off of the top in intervals, limitless...
-ly ... n' if you agree with what you're seeing, friend?
Take that car of yours and go over the median...