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Alright man, you arn't spitting s**t till you rate my "A Day In The Life Of An MC", and I wrote my bar, but I'll be sleepin' soon, so I won't reply to your next one till tomarrow, aight?
Dreams and visions of a life worth livin
Thousands of dollars flippin
But not from work in the kitchen to the block pitchin
Just my mouth, pen, and pad
A bag of weed to keep me from gettin sad
Naw can't have that.. gotta stay focused and never slip back
I dun came to far to relaspe
Or fall into another money hungry chicks traps
Just gotta focus and perfect my raps
S.P. The Southern Prince
I don't have to be on T.V. for you to know I'm the best b***h
Shin Maikaru
Walkin' down the street seein' all the people I meet, battles tryin' to compete tattles cryin' at my feet, "Please, the guy pushed me out the seat", I ain't about to battle over a bus seat, just chill till I get to my destination, everybody wanna diclassifficate Shin, got to my job and went in, sold a couple of CDs with some M&Ms and candy Sprees, but day dreamin' got the best of me, thinkin' bout MCs always tryin' to attack me on tracks exactly to distract me, girls tryin' to attract me dressin' tacky showin' they rack just to get on my sack see, hitman trackin' me paid to get at me always get the strap tryin' to whack me, theifs runnin' past me with a pack a crack tryin' to jack me, everybody attemptin' to put me in a sack under the cracked pavement, they do anything for payment, all this disarrayment, all this while tryin' to pay rent, gettin' a record deal would be a God sent, I could pay for a good meal then get on the mic with no hood feel, just straight mceein' standin' on my foot heel, now that I spit I split like a banana peel, went to a casino watched a dude reel away his life while gamblin', after a few drinks I jet and saw the same cat on the street ramblin', "Man, that stupid card dealer, I can't stand him", few more blocks saw a poor guy look at me with his sore eye, checked my pockets for some change I could hand him, right across the street a man got shot at random, started runnin' to my home and reflect on the def tone of my life, happy I'm out the death zone, it's ok for a little fear to be shone, right? I hope so, don't want the guy thinkin' I'ma homo, a girl was supposed to come over but turned to be a no show, the drinks catchin' up my face started burnin', stomach started churnin', got some snacks out the back of the fridge, filled myself up while reflectin' back as I was kid, ain't nothin' wrong with the things I did, put the dish away saw the time and I must say, it's bout high time I turn in', what a day for me, but there's even crazier s**t for me to see, proved I wasn't just a hype in the studio, saw some Gangsta Paradise s**t like Coolio, but for an MC, it's just a day in the life~

A Day In The Life of An MC


Nice man.. I agree with Isha it's real.. and thats what we need more of. I hope you get signed XD Just not to Aftermath..
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Shin Maikaru
Walkin' down the street seein' all the people I meet, battles tryin' to compete tattles cryin' at my feet, "Please, the guy pushed me out the seat", I ain't about to battle over a bus seat, just chill till I get to my destination, everybody wanna diclassifficate Shin, got to my job and went in, sold a couple of CDs with some M&Ms and candy Sprees, but day dreamin' got the best of me, thinkin' bout MCs always tryin' to attack me on tracks exactly to distract me, girls tryin' to attract me dressin' tacky showin' they rack just to get on my sack see, hitman trackin' me paid to get at me always get the strap tryin' to whack me, theifs runnin' past me with a pack a crack tryin' to jack me, everybody attemptin' to put me in a sack under the cracked pavement, they do anything for payment, all this disarrayment, all this while tryin' to pay rent, gettin' a record deal would be a God sent, I could pay for a good meal then get on the mic with no hood feel, just straight mceein' standin' on my foot heel, now that I spit I split like a banana peel, went to a casino watched a dude reel away his life while gamblin', after a few drinks I jet and saw the same cat on the street ramblin', "Man, that stupid card dealer, I can't stand him", few more blocks saw a poor guy look at me with his sore eye, checked my pockets for some change I could hand him, right across the street a man got shot at random, started runnin' to my home and reflect on the def tone of my life, happy I'm out the death zone, it's ok for a little fear to be shone, right? I hope so, don't want the guy thinkin' I'ma homo, a girl was supposed to come over but turned to be a no show, the drinks catchin' up my face started burnin', stomach started churnin', got some snacks out the back of the fridge, filled myself up while reflectin' back as I was kid, ain't nothin' wrong with the things I did, put the dish away saw the time and I must say, it's bout high time I turn in', what a day for me, but there's even crazier s**t for me to see, proved I wasn't just a hype in the studio, saw some Gangsta Paradise s**t like Coolio, but for an MC, it's just a day in the life~

A Day In The Life of An MC


Nice man.. I agree with Isha it's real.. and thats what we need more of. I hope you get signed XD Just not to Aftermath..
LOL xd
Just dropped this in the Pimps guild....

hehe,

yo,
thanks for the props yall...
thats just how my brain hits at nightfall...
if I spit on the mic, you might see how I sprawl...
my words and verbs, but its daylight...
so I kick the next best thing, in text...
while I'm at work, makin a paycheck...
mixing chemicals, and splicing particules...
while my mind wanders, uppin my lyrical arsenal...
and I don't take it personal,
if I get dissed online...
chumps only do it cuz they can hide behind,
a screen... in reality...
my delivery would severe a spleen...
in any endeavor, including in bad weather...
when Thunder Foot kicks it off, run for shelter...
cuz whack rhymes act as a helper...
to crush dreams of phonies being emcees...
with my flow, in Japanese i say "Namenjanai yo"...
and that means, don't ******** with me...
cuz my style is Primal... like Neanderthals in Bloom...
and created fire with the spark of my tooth...
the way I spit flames... is more than proof...
that cats are in denial...
cuz going up against me is suicidal...


(hehe, a quick one while I'm here at work.)
It's a freeflow, don't watch the movie called deapthroat
If you're 13, like most of the people on this forums deep boat
We wave away, it a weird way to go, I am the kapitein
Lyricls are clever, but drunk, you can call me the Albert Einstein
Who do I like, do I have to make a choice
Usher or Eminem, it's only to show the forums shows
Ushers got a six pack but Eminem sells more untits
And these so called real rap/hip hop knowers ruin it
Underground it the way to go, Mainstream simply sucks
But how underground is it, when this forum rules those spots
The worth of an album isn't measurred by it's fame
But more of the way they play the game and make it insane
My my brain goes wild and make me love their play to tame
My internal functions and make me love it and are never the same
Raps are clever and never lack any supstanse and are hoped to snap
I need to know who's real when I steal and download raps
second anniversary gaia ballin, my minds free fallin
im gonna get to brawling if the page keeps stallin
them twins handin out s**t, talking mad slick
they wanna act like pussies - i can act like a d**k
so i say ******** them all theyll feel is a p***k
i get annoyed at you ill introduce your throat to the shick
circumsizin air heads yeah im poppin baloons
put an end to them olsens or them hilton buffons

....eh back to the ball
for those who care to read...

everybody wants to hate and puritrate on what i gotta say
so what i will say right now is for you to back on up and don't rebuttle nay
i'm here to give you a different perspective, somethen really deep
i never wanted to give you somethen horrid or to make you weep
just to give you insight on what you go and reep
you act like you know it all and can be mature
its not my problem, but i could help you find a cure
open your eyes and open your mind and see something pure
everybody has an idea of a place they want to live
they just never seem to find it in their lifetime
and we can't descriminate on what we hate or what we dont understand
we shouldn't act like bees and we all follow the hive
we should be more like insturments and harmonize with the rhyme
that we develop everyday and just will throw out with our hand
when the time comes to say, we need to change everybody did
but why follow the mainstream we should do what we decide
go on out and seize the day, never want to stay on line
i've lived my life that everyday never ran never hid
i just came here to give to you breaking waves of tide
a new formation formed in rock, somethen i can say was mine
but give it back to those who need to realize whats wrong and right
too much drama too much struggle, we shouldn't even consider a fight
but instead let open our wings and fly as we were a kite
flying next to our bretheren, nothing but the wind to stop us
and when it died we would confide together in the night
party long and discuss whats on our minds
and never worry about some terror, not have to be in view of light
we can travel anywhere, go to places that were once in binds
cause we never thought to walk on where it says not to
why hold back any longer than we have to
pressures and lectures we all have heard
but the whole damn time our minds were on what we could view as a bird
soaring high over the land where all this anger subsides
a true soul of music has what we need to prescribe
a different side a different place, the otherside to break that wall
down to the ground where it shoulda been in the first place at all
we shouldn't construct what we can't keep up
never ask for more and overfill our cup
too much is what we seem to do
and what we should there are too few
so give to yourself a word that turns to a ray of hope
learn to understand learn to recognize learn to respect learn to cope
we all are here we all live and die
i look at you and your words you use to act all high
it makes a tear run out my eye, i look on down and i sigh
why must people be so blind to those who try to help them find
the key to open the doors to their mind.
I've been gone awhile, some know me, some don't,
but im still just Styles, can't change and i wont,
I've been tryin to make sense, excuse my absence,
still wishin i could make cents, pockets lined with lent,
and nothing more, nothings different, nothings new,
still got love for my pimps, pimpettes, and b-boy crew,
I'm doin my thing, the thing i was comin to do,
and if you hate my name, then n***a, im comin for you,
but thats not likely, i know ya got love despite me,
and the same goes, i give it back ten fold,
mold my brain in different strains until my future unfolds,
Im taking the fighy to the industry, im wearin my gloves,
i'll still be gone for awhile, shoutout to the niggas who remember who i was.
You alway's seein' one rappin,
makin' it seem easy like bustin or cappin'
you alway's knowin' what's happenin'
but if rappin makes it to the top of one of your dreams
I think its time you bets start learnin what rappin truly means
they call me slinky,
don't take alot a time ta thinky..
You see I'm tougher than bricks, but sweeter than a twinky.
I'm not exactly a pro,
yet I still got the flow,
Rappin's like poetry, only adding me in it makes the defenition of floetry.
Sometimes I don't know what to say
I go on any way
just to make my day..
I like to rap and i like like to rap real clean
and ladies and gentlemen, the definition of what rap means
HOLLA!
Rate? Commentary too please.

Retards Attempting Poetry? f-- this and f-- that
Rhythem And Poetry flowin' through me so you besta ease back
I got a quick attack that'll send a rattle to your dome
F-- an MC? I got a verse that'll send ya fa--ots to your home
3 wins, 2 losses I'll give you a week to pre-write ya sh-t
After 2-3 hours 1 line's all you can spit with?
Pre-knowned as the master, lyrical genious that'll ease your mind
Dealing with cowards every day that say the same rhymes
This not old school, it's new school playa
Life in the studio is why I pull through, to spit news like the paper
I carve crews to be true a MC and make Crowds Move
Out of the darkness forever in the spot light
Give 'em 30 years and they'll still say I spit hype
Life like a disciple making scars though history
That's why ya amatures are showin off ya jealousy
Point a finger at me? I'm a monster and I feed off beefs
Please...stop with this cheap talk to weak thoughts
So distraught, 'cause l "KucFeD hiwt ory mnid" like I did with these words
Don't think you're on my level, cause you're moving in reverse
I'm worse than a cures, I'm a plague to your idols
This is a new classic, put stitches in your head to show off the work that I do

-Provoken aka Lost-Wings
--02-04-05
aite, lemme bust somethin....


yo,
Thunder Foot's back, so get your raincoat...
cuz I drop fluid that makes your brain float...
you might drown, but there's no escapegoat...
try to fight for survival with an eye full?
I think nope... ya better cope with your fate...
a fatal grave mistake, for tryin to fake like you brave...
I stomp on your brain, and leave it concaved...
as i pave the way for fresh lyrics of today...
with high pressurization as I spray...
use the mic as a hydro nozzle...
concentrate and aim, onto emcees whose steez is docile...
turn around and decay 'em like fossils...


Meh, a quick one. Not feelin it, hahaha.
Feels like i've been gone for years, but i'll be around soon people, especially for booboo haha. So let me give ya a little something i wrote.

I'm the omnipotent mc, i got black women prayin to the largest,
The biggest miracle they've seen since the judge dropped the charges,
But aint no need to post bail, this n***a here is still at large,
Bringing the hottest flows, straight from the heart of the street,
this volcanic mc, spittin magma up through the concrete,
My flow is like aids, since it only get's iller,
Watch me shine in my prime, a certified killer,
The flow induce tears, like repeated blows to the nose my bars chose,
About 5 of my lines, to kill at any given minute,
which means my rhyme book often ends up the defendant,
And as you ride, my multis multiply, then simplify, honed to penetrate ya side,
Right through the back seat, in full stride, triple homicide,
Its true, Styles is still ill with the steel, forcefeeding cats a lyrical meal,
No wonder mc's is trippin, look what im spittin, banana peels,
Or better yet banana clips, thats molten spit. to be continued. hehe
free flow sticky my mind is really tricky
like the resin in the bowl my flow is often sticky
smokin' tokin' and livin' it up, never really gave a ********
always out lookin' for a way to make a buck
******** real work its all berserk and it ain't no way to make a livin'
to be what i want, exert what i got, go out of my way its a givin'
tryin' harder everyday, never givin' up when i hear 'you're gay'
i never will leave the spot, always here to spit it hot, every single day
its what you'de call my nitch the way i come with it
in comparison you just a monkey, actin' up and throwin' s**t
cause you got a fit when i stole your bananna away
peal it back like your skin, with these words i slay
yet too many people have i seen been layin' to rest
you wonder why all those die who were considered the best
is this all a simple game, or is it a simple test
when we get where we are at the top we are put to death
like this is a tragic play, a copy of the end to mcbeth
everybody is in bloodshed runnin' fantically, as if crack heads for meth
its unbelievable how we simply act a fool and be used like tools
one of the few i am proud to say, i dont' take s**t i make my own rules
we take it ole school, ten paces, back to back one turn, the real duels
this is how we do, everyday we go, shakin' streets with beats
we here to make everybody stand on their feets
jump to the rythme and say 'man thats some fire'
like the stuff we pack in bowls to get us higher
so lets just say you can begin to learn to call me sire
leave you on the side of the road like a blown tire
or like saw with the bear trap on your jaw, tick tick tick you pulled the wire

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