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wh-whatz happenin'?!! heh heh, u kno me maiiiiine...

okay... ya boi still hard/ off da ward a vodka/
but can still musta up enuff strength/ ta pop ya head off like a bottle/(heh heh)

yah... im da hoodz one n only role model/ do not follow/ if ur not a tenth a dat/
not one cat/ can reach my stack/ cuz my gat/ 'll skr8 tilt ya fitted cap/ all da way ta da back/ (haha)

like dat?/ ya ***** gonna leave a lotta dead monkiez/
laid funky/ justa get da cheddar out dey Red Monkeyz/

Seriously homey/ i can tommy ya whole set/ in one sec/
leave ya one leg/ jus so u can hop ta ya death bed/

play wit da best/ can get ya a** 23 in ya neck/
Michael Jordan a vet/ justa let his head fade-away inta his chest/

yes... ya boi 4eva wear a vest/ just so i dont get ran thru da isle fa 10 itemz r less/
but ya ***** aint dyin just yet/ u'll be da first within a sec... datz a bet/

rofl you feelin my style I see

I know not of what the future ******** this, I'm bored, grab me some fries/
And a coke that ties with a burger/
Not gonna wonder if my mind got murdered/

Back into server, sever the words for/
Making sentences, it's becoming a slur-urrrrr/
That's my mind on no sleep, overdrive/
Stay alive? No, wait, yes I survived!/

Now to the next boss, my habitual addiction/
It's a damn good thing I don't take riddelin/
My little friend, is this the end of me? Damn!/
Just log back to server, connection lost, try again/

And I just sit there as if it dawned/
My freedom lays outward, past my lawn/
My lawn, blood red and long, soul is tortured/
My soul is barely breathing, defeat the order/

[[I was just bored, and posted some random s**t]]

Now presenting what I'm representing, while I'm in hot supplementing,
the pills that I spilled like a cryp, life aint' always bout' how fast ya' run,
when ya' killed then sipped holy blood
like ya' justified a gun,
my rhymes will sweat outta' your pores,
like you concealed behind closed doors,
a heart, a mind, and maybe more,
like the opened core, o' god's blessed shores,
you're a two-faced mantle,
to the sun ya' can't hold a candle,
you'll never find nightlife,
too busy lightin' your path with a limelight.
Just remember what image you've signed, “aiight”?
Somewhere there’s an angel in this hell I call dimension,
not that there’s any angles or exponential positions that I’d mention.
I’m bringin’ up the metaphorical ice age with fire, tryin' not to melt the black ice,
but nowadays it's nearly retorical, to ask if bein’ color-blind’s expired,
so let's let make this historical,
and my apologies
to the man with the last name T and all ya other true MCs, The King,
I know ya'll had a dream,
but maybe ya’ got caught up in your self-esteem.
And I know ya’ll people got a lust for teams,
but me an’ the people gonna’ save ya’ from your fantasies…
We’re your own Justice League.
at least my people laughin' with me.
Hey this aint’ the end here, if ya’ aint’ found the spotlight ya’ aint’ even been here,
ya’ can’t find inspiration in the dark, we all know it’s what ya’ fear,
so turn on ya’ nightlight,
and turn ya’ back to lied life,
and come with me and the rebellion to the lightside,
and you'll get ya’ reward when the times right.
Yo, I aint' no gansta' idol,
and my skin aint’ designed in tribal,
but I still passed these trials,
so now whose got their fingers on the dials?
Press #1 to stay in denial.
Cuz’ ya’ the storybook rabbit,
quick to ya’ habbits,
ya’ never lasted to an aftermath, ya’ always take “the latter path”,
while I take my time, I don’t need to pre-write my rhymes,
when I’m spittin’ outta’ time,
while ya' livin' life in flashbacks of mounted crimes.
So let ya’ voice chime in,
don't just let someone else's choice keep ya' ridin’.
Toked-back Mountain is ya’ rested retrieval,
Ya’ aint’ no prophet, ya' aint’ bested relieval.
Yeah ya’ should stay in the middle,
cuz’ ya’ lines mid-evil.
But just halfway, cuz’ ya aint’ as bad ya make yourself seem
and that's a fact,
ya’ just a mellowed-sick road, just an empty pathway, tryin' to conceal the fact that ya’ wack.
But that's okay when ya' talkin' through chains,
a bottle and a pipe to kill ya' pain.
Back to origins,
I've left the loop sore again.

211 as i roll leaving cats like they be inflicted with paralysis
i be dropping mad verses so get ready for exigencies
coz im hotter than the wildfires turning cali into dust
as i drop mad science you just start to rust

im the deus ex machina you cant touch me b***h
your getting xenophobia coz uve never seen my hits
i drop verses far stronger than a mother ******** A bomb
when im done yeh fo sho u be looking like a bum

with a stream of billingate your leaving the scene
thats how it feels when your dealing with an mc with skills
you wanna be better let me teach you how
suck my d**k you piece a s**t go head just take a bow

im feeling sorry for your pitiful torn up visage
i told you im real b***h! it aint a ******** mirage
and yeh im godlike but sorry your just s**t to me
so sit and shut the ******** up coz you cant stop me

All I see is a table with some bread and butter,
I'm going to rhyme random stuff without stutter,
Serve random lyrical food of whatever,
You can't eat text, never, it's just like writing a letter,
It's close to that time we most likely Remember,
Remember all those soldiers who died, (<-Remembrance Day)
For a war that could've had us all fried,
I'm standing here remembering all these things,
Had a convo with Shady mentioning yao ming,

iight...

Face back ********/ remember me, kidz
came skeet fast/ like a ***** ready ta j**z

but yall niggaz aint ready fa this/ jus hold on
im too strong/ my pimp hand'll send u hoez long gone

so 'til then/ imma jus sit back n conceive planz
ready fa war/ wit loaded semiz in my two han'z

n da way i clutch em/ remind a ***** a havin a girlfrien'
take her onna date/ then dump her a** onna notha man

man... im da s**t/ im lettin da drama gon head n begin
start flame warz/ n continue 'til da bloody end

clap clap/ 'til ya niggaz have ta pour da henny hen'
then/ begin from whence i started once again

My lines are so icy cold got em resting below zero
I run people of different colors like I'm playing guitar hero
Got denero but I'm aware though of niggas i gotta terero
They coming at me like bulls better go get the banderillero
I'm kicking it like it's a classic you can't grasp it cuz Ima pass it
cutting through the lane like a hatchet into the lyrical basket
I run rap careers like the army don't tell and i won't ask it
I'll end up going to mak it or beat you in ya home put it right in a casket
Or we could go slow and take this whole thing and be easy
Go swift like the wind and keep this whole thing real breezy
Believe me if you see me, I'm chillin tryna go get a freebie
From the breezys who be teasy I'm gonna get one to see if they can please me