Welcome to Gaia! ::

I've been there, done that.
Swatted emcees with one splat.
Stryker re-emerges, and strikes back.
Strikin teens(Tina) like Ike's back.


I came in as a sponge, and absorbed game from many.
Retained all I could, then welcomed challenges from any.
Many styles to choose from to bruise crews without leaving clues.
Foes singing the blues when they lose for actin' like foo's when I cruise.
Then I moved on from one style to explore~the~other.
Wanted more, so got hungry like a T-Rex~for~another.
Stryker teamed with Stryker, and b***h niggas tried ta clap us.
But it resulted in me devouring worlds of game like Galactus.
Continued learning, took advice, and dished it out in return.
Gained company for the trip. And as a team, we learn.
Then poof! I vanish to a spot to wrap up like a cacoon.
Peeped the show from the night like a stealth raccoon.
Only to make my big return with more skill than before.
Ready for battle, waiting for people to challenge me more.
Unfinished business to tend to, near done with preparation.
Enjoy the history lesson. Next: My foe's perspiration.

high clazz so high, niggaz need glasses
bitches ******** wit hc? time to buss dey asses
and they need to take classes to earn g passes
i flow like water, im a broken pipe i always run
try to turn me off, i juss get hotter and make more flow son!
king of da snitches think he know a ******
he tryna snitch on me; so i pose and tell 'em take a picture
too fly to stay on earth - i got my own planet
and i think money has nicotine- im addicted haterz cant stand it
and no homo bishez - im not on that gay man s**t
well people can go to hell, if they think it makes 'em safe
i tell try and touch me, anywhere, any place
and the game is like nascar, goin fast, start the race
if you don't know how to drive, go jog, and keep the pace
and haterz need to tie their shoe laces - they keep trippin
after the fight people watchin like damn ***** limpin
and you know it's big pimpin, i got a blimp wit ma name
the first and last contestant in the hall of fame
and the wall of shame, is what they call yo back
so many hairs you stopped a hurricane attack
ridin' clean in a Cadillac, i'll catch homies later
time to get wats good and keep stacking up da paper.

Earth's flooded...
Those unrecognizable, died for the Hip Hop sponsors,
the verbally gifted geniuses, the mental-crossed godfathers,
the ones who find inspiration just by what God taught their
minds, self-proposed holy ghosts leave their cross gone, burned
like the minds of the racist youth, we're teachin' kids the wrong proverbs,
new minds think they're lyrically second coming, walkin' on lost words,
beautiful minds left on the altar, dippin' feet upon bong water/

White businessmen snortin' cocaine with stilleto,
black kids in pens smokin' crack in a ghetto,
smoke on the water, forgotten in lost heaven's meadows/
Strange fruit, southern trees, and I'm off in a limousine,
tastin' sweet freedom before the candles counted sixteen,
wine in his hand, pumped stomach stuffed with french cuisine/

Followers to the government, feedin' on a lead,
drivin' unmarked cars, still breedin' off of "speed",
"witnesses" to the divine crime blame devil's Halloween,
but look who's first in sin's line, familiar greetings: Adam, Eve/

Let me play you a sad song on the words smallest violin,
so that your struggle is raptured, troubles stalled with vio-lence,
after all, the loudest message to Earthlings is carried by si-lence,
we all fall breathless into the chest of lost lovers while ri-ots
tear this human holocaust apart, tyrant-by-tyrant/

Character's now measured by amount of coke sold,
green stacks have left us snowblind-oh, so cold,
yet that which cuts the lines hasn't made this world a snowglobe,
it's the monster behind the high, it's the first time's chokehold,
but grasp for air before ya' skeletons leave ya' corpse to grow old/

In the background, same fate-dammed outcome at a cheap price,
and the resulting crimes ironically lye inside a peace pipe//

I got alotta beef wit dese niggas on da jane//
dey b sayin imma b***h by sayin dem niggas name//
dey b on ma dikk messagin me dat dey will raid ma home//
if dey asses come on ova imma shootem in da dome//
i got alotta niggas who b allied wit BSV//
Its MOB, AFG n MS-13//
followed by some gator niggas on da J-a-n-e//
Niggas step up n come n fukk wit me//
I b loadin up ma barrel bro da 1 dats in ma gun//
da barrel is so big u may say its a barrel of rum//
n it screams so loud wen i pull da fukkin trigga//
jus 2 scare all ya niggas n warn all ya niggas//

wut its bout

dis 1 ***** tells me i wuz talkin s**t bout janestrip n all dat (I GREW UP ON JANE ST) n dat hes gonna get janestrip niggas 2 raid ma home xD

Deliver the ice-cold flow, make spines shiver,
Enter the center of the storm I endeavored,
The calm, sitting in the middle lotus position,
Lyricist and musician, enjoy the flow’s motion.

lol!

Put the place on air lock, suffocating,
Pollute airways got you seeing illusions,
Poison enter brain got you trippin,
Producing mirages, images sedating.

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