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head spinning llike a twister of this dipper im phsycotic conversations wit my weapon but its silence is hypnotic thoughts runnin through my head from inhailing all dese meds voices getting louder sayin cut dat ni99as dreads
 
     
III'm doPEr ThaN a BObBY brOWn PIsS TEst/aLL GAs No BReaKS

 
Beat: Slaughterhouse - Pray (It's A Shame)

Trailer park, hated on the block, door wouldn't lock...
Spent days walkin' round thrift stores wit my pops...
******** new clothes, I was glad to have matchin' socks...
Every other day my window gettin' smashed wit rocks...
Learned to ride my bike real quick, it got stolen quicker...
Chilled in the summer, ********' froze in the winter...
Ate tv dinners wishin' for a tv to watch...
Tell doc I dodged'em all my life, that's why I hate shots...
Lost my grandpops early, never met the other one...
Miss my grandma, now I'm bout to lose the other one...
I'm ********' DONE, never guessed I'd feel like this...
I ain't know age twenty-two was gonna feel like this...
A sister just get on her knees to make pray.....
Her sister must get on her knees to make pay...
Sometimes, pray seem like a damn waste of time...
That's why I spit real so it ain't a damn waste of rhymes...
     

In a blunted stupor, Im feelin ******** super,
If life is a b***h than theres nothin left but to do her.
Constant money persuer, a dope flow connoisseur,
Gettin this s**t movin like I maneuver manure.
~Shin Maikaru AKA Lord Khanstent
n***a I'm free like styles
along with my car gas on full ready to ride for miles
piles, of s**t packed on my back
like a trash heap thats been sittin since last week, setup like bathroom tiles
I breathe deep and release cold smiles
smiley like the joker aint none though through a croocker
a heavy smoker my lungs should give
so hard on myself gotta ask how long will I live
since these times and days fly by
as I sit and regain conscience on my lively drive
checkin my s**t just to see still alive
without the maker how do I create
from the switches to the fakers how do I relate
I can't be human if thats in you
cause I can't but be me as you do it too
 
     
 
The elite emcee genius who fiend for raps aint done
I'll shoot ya mic out ya hand cause I thought it was a gun
Crooked cop I play crooked con, killin with proper song
Steal you in the face with a line, my punches are rather strong
Yet rather calm until you call up for a savage bomb
Dissipate fate with napalm until your physical's gone
Im a son of boom bap rap cat with a doom type pack
My backpack aint like these cats, the inside is black
Not white for all the holyness of consciousness style
But endless vortex of things, straight from the wild
Where the Wild Things Are, look lookin right at it
Beware the child dream star who see nightmares when he's rappin'
     
"In Her Eyes"

[Verse1]
Living her whole life;imprisoned in her own mind
Kristy was depressed; with a face of a gold mine
But never shined; spent her time
Going nuts; Throwing up;
Porcelain hugging; always running
People saying so what
She's a freak; leave her be; she wears a 16
In her jeans; literally; OMG; kill me
Besides she's like always withdrawn
She's an emo-slitting weirdo
Who gets beat from her mom
But no excuses; she ain't getting pity from me
Cause she's an ugly anti-pretty slut taking my seats
She's scum on Earth; God should of forgotten her birth
There's no defined entry to describe my words

But in her mind is worse; it's underlined with hurt
That blackens the summertime when the sun rises fourth
She closes her eyes, but only finds the voice
The noise; the laughter that cuts her in half; she has no choice
She's gotta vomit; she can't stop it
She's hawking up her stomach contents
Fifteen minutes past and it's getting all monotonous
It turns jet-black and no one's responding
Her vitals turn suicidal; do yall have a conscience
But her heart starts to beat; with blood all on the seat
She thanks God with a cough and starts to speak
This white-light ain't right, somebody save me
I could of died tonight, look what they all gave me

[Verse2]
But the recovery road; isn't up in her dome
She's dating boys crazy; and she's runnin' from home
Her boy's make their do-re-mi from selling the stones
But her attention is froze when there's a mention of hope
Kristy just wants to be free; she wants to see things
She wants to be the princess and fill in the ring
That gapes but can't; cos she's attached to her man
Cause he pays the bills and her belly starts to expand
And then nine months BAM; her whole life just spans
She's gotta Mommy mind; the future's Little Sam
But diapers and food stamps aren't compatible
So she uses soup cupboard cans as baby rattles
But it don't matter; Kristy can't take it
So she takes a razor blade and just doesn't fake it
Blood gushes and spurts; cellphone's in her purse
Nothing could be worse; Little Sam's in his crib crying
But all you can hear is that moment of silence
And...
 
     
 
My first words were cursed slurs dispersed to the curb
Emerged from a disturbed birth, I'm a wordsmith with a nerve
A sir to the elders, my words were shelter
They helped me keep well in the burst of pelters
Of the down poured, malformed of welters
But the welts helped steer a life of fear
Into a vengence unrelenting, in a time of tears
But blinded by my mind sighting that I might be geared
To failure, a jailor, of my talents
But through perserverence and phenominal balance
I stayed straight to the game and broke the chains
That held me down in a battleground of angst
I put it in a chokehold and ripped it's vocal chords
Slit him in his wrist and impaled him with my words
I'm a phantom with force and I stand with no remorse
This is the death of depression, haven't ya heard
     
My lyrics are the heart; the fuel; the strive
The need; the depth of what I feel inside
It's the breath; the life; the rest; the light
The dark; the uplift when you're lost admist
The darkest of corners; when you got no supporters;
when the sun never shines; it's always just pouring;
It's the death; the pain; the agony and rage;
It's the only thing that makes me feel close when I'm miles away;
It's concrete; it's forever; it everything; It weathers;
Storms; devistastations;lost hopes and litigations;
The struggles; the obstacles; whatever,
It understands;
No matter how large or subtle; it always gives you that hand
 
     
 
These tears are rivers but these lyrics
are bridges
Putting stitchings to these distances
that are keeping you missing/
Reminiscing our kissing in situations
suspicious
Our love's litigations case was safely
imprisoned/
Bodatatious with no patients; sweat
drips in soul greatness
Holding my baby; face to face there's
no faking/
Smiles are nervous but motives are
certain
Unity is served like it was printed in
cursive/
Fog's on the window and the sound is
exhaustion
Exchanging thoughts like it's mental
talking/
But no words are breeched; just the
speech of a heart beat
Beating through the chests just so we
could breathe/
But a hug contrives with a kiss on the
neck
With a whispered “I love you” with
looks so flawless/
Singing softly feeling nothing can stop
me
You stole my heart and I'm claiming a
robbery/
     
Beat: Forever- Drake
Chorus:
It may not mean nothing to ya'll, but understand nothing was done for me
And I don't plan on stopping at all, I want this s**t forever Man...

First I'm stating, westside product
I am when the wood meets the match, on fire
No liar, make girls riot
puttin heat on the rap game, no lighter
Got "battles in the bag", I "purchased stratigo"
Claim that I'll never lose... Tebow
They love my bars
but niggs mad they can't hang, no monkey bars
I'll make yo girl love these bars
these bitches are thicker than a snickers
damn I love THESE bars
But I can't digest em
b***h I'm the answer, you don't ask the right questions
See, I'm the answer, you don't ask the right questions
since ya'll can't see me then you'll have to die quessing
Cuz this is my relm and
I'm the king, ya'll are just court jesters
 
     
Yep That would be me ^^

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It's empirical knowledge you spit lyrical garbage
I'm a spiritual God with; with irrevocable dollars
On a pedestal; a level you could only acknowledge
You got toxic flows you know; you make me nauseous
You're word-vomit; Bubonic; it's clear;
Call you ViewSonic; flat screen; your apathy's near
I lay a 100 tracks a year and jut out like piers
And it floats my boat and I'm rocking the tops, queer
Hollowpoints are your only voice cause they me on deploy
I clack faster then Marshall Mathers in a black packed talent gather
Point; I'm the noise that Vibe's sleeping on boy
So I'll just sit on my 37's up in my Envoy
But whatever; I'm the best since Styles hit the west
Exadus up in this; you get a lead chest for stepping to this
Tephlon vest is what you need;Here take my rhymes
It looks like I got mouths to feed; cos you spit s**t everytime
     
This was an actual freestyle from an audio I did way back when. It was saved on my phone and I thought I'd share with all you peeps. =]

***This thread has been slept on for real.
____________________
I'm spittin' convictions and these kids are having conniptions
Cos I've mastered the writtens and have ravaged their wishes
These bitches claim cash, but they've never have seen Benjamins
And McDonald Big Macs are the macks they pack, bitches
Vicious flows be killin them all; spittin with diligence; On stage I get all the applause
All yall c**k suckers get off my balls; I don't see men like all yall swallow awwww
Call me sickly sadistic; I'm lyrically quick witted
I'm a spirit in existence; worship me you Jiggas
But you ain't got hoes and you ain't got no flows
But I'm out peace; this is Exadus you know.
 
     
Yes, I have a a beard and yes it's real. I can also confirm that I'm a chick magnet as well. PM me about my looks and we shall be friends. =]
People who think I'm hot: 63


Halo3 Custom games? Add me; I Exadus I
 
I take a head off in a dead cross with rappers under stress
Intricate syndicate of emcess were complex with this test
Of lyrical drama blasted point blanks with words from llamas
Due to spiritual karma I rhyme tec's down fairness for mama's
Callin rappers soft cause they lost their will to scofft cause
At a rap type wack no hype tracks just no feeling at all
I fight back not for rap, hip hop is a lost cause
But for my own sake, for rap's wake, i be the cultures final pause
Before they lay it down to sleep, peep the dead body
Stair long and hard ******** cause we're comin back as zombies
     
Sushi~X
I take a head off in a dead cross with rappers under stress
Intricate syndicate of emcess were complex with this test
Of lyrical drama blasted point blanks with words from llamas
Due to spiritual karma I rhyme tec's down fairness for mama's
Callin rappers soft cause they lost their will to scofft cause
At a rap type wack no hype tracks just no feeling at all
I fight back not for rap, hip hop is a lost cause
But for my own sake, for rap's wake, i be the cultures final pause
Before they lay it down to sleep, peep the dead body
Stair long and hard ******** cause we're comin back as zombies


Sushi Freeflow Cover
 
     
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Samurai Rhythm
Lost in translation, I was blinded by hate
but I deciphered the hieroglyphics left written by fate
Suddenly the destitute, sire set fire to & slayed
has returned with a new soul and a hungry blade
Too long has word not been carved into stone
and weak has grown measure of the flesh & the bone
and dead is the understanding of stupid and grown
sadly The foolish have ruined the once beautiful throne,
and if murder is their amusement
then i'll have to give 'em humor when i deliver 'em home
my role as an emcee has expired with time
i've grown bitter, with no claims against what isn't mine
but at least i can remedy the AIDS to our subtance
my sword and i grant divine knowledge through harsh judgment


Thoughts returned all the same. One.
     

What's life without rap tho?

I respond with closed utters
since I came from the horses head the land of no mother
brother and sister fight with each other
no other choice but choose a side with another
I tried, please believe me
but the sides are far from easy
in time I strive
to survive but its hard to stay alive
with these niggaz and these hoes plottin on each others
father fall to see the dreams follow
yes I've seen the best in each moto
yet the answer stays true to each stutter
I can't speak my will is weak
another
taking from the darkness into the light at full throttle
while I try to take a life to freedom's cold place from aristrottle
pondering and guesses all fade to new models
which I draw a new life to those that see bottles
I sit back and smoke my days away
wonder if I take this last hit will god praise the day
my life is the stakes lights shine to a new ray
colors made through light tend to pathe the way
my pleasures down low
as this last black from life takes me to a new low
 
     
when the clock hit fab, i might get the attn that pac s**t grabbed, when i cocked mc nabb
but i can tuck the eagle and just rock wit jabs, im quick you'd rather box wit Zab
~ Fabolous
All niggaz look the same behind a ski mask

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