Welcome to Gaia! ::

(how come no one comes to RH Free Flow no more thisn s**t used to be populated like a mah ********, So was GE but now that shits even more dead the LG like god damn LG and GE need to be ressurected)


One more intro and i'm call out a *****//
but ya'll better watch out i got a twitchy trigga finga//
like the bullyin commercials my rhymes b***h slapp yah punk a**//
i spit crazy like i'm the king Cass*//
Over passin all these that think they rappin//
niggas dont hate me but i'm still packin//
you bitches better remember my name//
you'll be hearing alot of me ima at the top of my game//
aight i better stop befo i blow the roof of this b***h//
i am a lyrical gat leave befo yah a** get lit//
*for all you Dee Dee Dee's out there Cassidy razz *

k i'ma spit this s**t off the top of my head
i'ma baller layin in a king sized bed
no these nigguhs cant ******** with me
go ahead try me get murked so bad you cant see
so you still wanna battle G
hell i'ma show you a true rapper's anatomy
i'm a lyrical ambassador the top dogg
too bad you only seasonal like egg nog

High Stylesss dramallama

yeah i'm white but that s**t dont matter//
i'ma rap heavy weight each bar leaves you splattered//
i spit all day till the sun-goes-down//
each line is a bullet this is black-hawk-down//
each bar i spit is another round aimed at you head//
when i finish this verse your career is dead//
i'm almost done got you beggin for mercy//
this is lyrical sodomy got you shittin hershey// xp

The insignificant are not participants in this contest,
the dissidents and the ignorant cannot contest,
when an individual steps up and gives his best,
in a fitted cap, matsumoto jeans, and sweater vest,
haters aware of their incapability
pull out they guns, resolved to take the cold iron and squeeze,
this is the unfortunate curse of the black America,
where the regular chant on the streets is "who shot ya?"

THIS IS TO ALL THE E-THUGS AND HATERS THINKING THEY SOLID ON GAIA

so you bitches think you got me all figured out//
i aint lil wayne but this is your drought//
you aint on my level so dawg dont even step//
this is the ******** net dude no need to rep//
you ******** trip cuz your all E-Thugs//
riding in an E-caddy sittin on E-dubs//
you think your solid cuz you talk s**t on gaia//
cutting out coupons from the safeway flya//
thinking you pimping cuz you waste your life on here//
jerk off while cybering get the ******** outta here//
but i'm ghost so peace to tha homies//
and watch your back to tha phonies//


just some s**t cuz i havent spit in awhile (FFEEEDDDBAACCKKK)

what do you think of my spit??

Niggas say its hot but its anotha cold summa//
where niggas keepin warm by huggin up dey brotha//
niggas lives r cold wich is spreadin 2 tha air//
da sun may b shinin but da ice still aint cleard//
Errry day I hear dat sum homie jus got shot//
shanked, strangled n drowned in T.Dot//
its anotha cold summer aint no time 2 play//
we busy warmin up wit our heats all day// (guns)
now, as ya hard I aint talkin bout da weather//
im talkin bout ma life if dats ya only question//
ma life been cold eva since i wuz 9//
da smile dissapeard frum ma face 4 life//
its like, y da fukk shud I b happy//
wen all im eva doin is livin life crappy//
smokin weed, drinkin booze, n endin up on the news//
on how imma disgrace 2 tha city n u//
it aint true, cuz im livin life ma way//
I dunt care wut u say, these r ma days//
god gav me life n he put me thru hell//
but hell is even colder if u livin it now//
b a man n take a stand n liv ya own life//
do wuteva u want cuz its remainin cold alrite//
no need 2 follow laws, or bills of nights//
its gettin cold today n it stayin cold tonite//

(Shots Fired pt.1)

The gory glory of my gory fury leaves your rhymes and stories to bore me
I cancelled your senior scheme like an mtv true highschool story
These kids are snow white they're informers similar to licky boom boom
they snitch on they peeps more than bomb attacks by a psycho dune coon
Got about 3 niggas I don't like, 1 hype, and 1 nice on the mic
Put them all together in 1 night, and you'll discover an overhyped hype
the first one talks ish but when he spits an aftertaste of s**t is hit
when I rip, he'll whine and b***h, and cry as the scene is split
the second is a funky dude with a crude and rude attitude
on the block he's food due to his self-brood and his swinging mood
The third is an enemy and not a friend to me, even if he was somehow kin to me
he can get respect by many for giving back the two stolen wins from me
The hype one got his fame playing games in exchange for a name
he's like a noob on ms and deserves a massive defame
the other dames claim to fame is the comprehension of his definition
he can't handle lg so he went to a surrounding with lesser value of competition
I'm not playing, all I'm saying is the reason i walk with my d**k swaying
As their raps are defraying I don't go super saiyan, but I'm super slayin'
All of these kids are soft, symmetrical to said "food"
the closest any one of them has come to p***y is spankwire and redtube

(pt. 2 coming soon)