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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 8:29 am
Have to get this off my chest. I'll call it "Ariana tell em"
They stay saying they staying on top but to me it look like they stay lookin like they stayin on cocks
They stay saying they staying hood on the block but when they lose 45k out of mills they stay cryin to cops
Aint no one shot just robbed with a category less than a glock
Wanna be hard and pretend to be pac, till they stayin what they not sayin ON DOT
Talkin money and walkin with two scrawny bitches he aint feedin them NUTTIN, BUTT, c**k
I can spit better verses sleeping, while he dreamin he only nuttin up drops
And we know the shyts publicity give it up you aint ******** nothin but socks
I'll keep it smple you're making yourself a target tryin to be "G" cuz we all know that your not
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:06 pm
Step back matrix is gonna let this s**t go/
Can take on this northwest kid the last homie on the war path/
dump your a** in a dumpester and you stuffacate on grabage/
thats all you are is garbage and your record company/
dose not produce s**t like a in gay marrage/
what you trying to get at fake 50 ******** you up like 50 9 shells later your still/
studder talking about guns just watch your b***h/
i'll stick my eggroll in her mouth with my dumplings/
give her a nasty a** yest infection/
I belong on Freestyle fridays not wrighten wendays/
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:28 am
((I wrote this to this beat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN2pAm4YxOc&feature=related ))
Leave him, {pause} hardly, {pause} breathin
killed my ***** ricky for a foul reason (fast line)
killed my ***** ricky cuz they party was beefin (fast line)
hope his dad in jail keeps knockin his teeth in
now he'll feel my heart's, critical beatings
last words, eating into my soul, like steee-phen king
i beholding pens(pins) N puttin paper on hold
livin life is like a riddle with nothin to be told
do what ya gotta do and see what god has bestowed
take a role within society and then take tole
with a whole armada that never seems to folds
cuz niggas that break in reality are REALly hoes
in need of tight jeans but wearin baggy clothes
have no girls so they dress like a SOULJA Hoe (I sold ya)
keep it real with yourself & never sell ya soul
if soulja can do it i can do it too hell ill do it better got more swag
he cant be a wack a** rapper thats a compliment to the f**
him and his guard puppies are terrorists stuck to his butt crack (s**t!)
What the ******** is a jbar (at ya bar) Motha ******** looks like a nut sac
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 6:28 am
Spend my time out in the corners, I'm so hard to play with
Can't be measured if the gauge doesn't go past 'The Greatest'
I'm set in my place. ******** sword in the stone.
Put this mic Lord in his throne and I'll never be replaced b***h.
The flow ignites ya. So inspite a, all the s**t you heard-
all the stories that were absurd and all the myths you can't fathom
Tales of villagers, peasants and knights who were lit with words
The smokey tongue and flyness prove the realness of a dragon.
Cremate em alive. Don't entice cos I'm known to light up.
So lyrical...Even when I chuck my rhymes, I'm throwing fire.
Not very good. Ain't written in a while and heard a beat I liked.
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 6:51 pm
I punt midgets/ Over the distance of London Bridges...
Watchin'em s**t they britches/ Beatin' MCs with in inches...
Of they life on the MIC/ I EXCITE amidst the NIGHT...
But it ends in FRIGHT/ Cause I finger'em with a KNIFE...
Now that's for-play FOUL/ Now that's word play, WOW!
All for words movin' foreword/ THAT's my forte now...
HEY! No horsePLAY! But I pin the tail on the donKEY...
Always give the banana up RIGHT to the monKEY...
I'm on key/ Lo-key with a kilo of that PREMO...
Gettin' higher then inhalin HELIUM while in a HELO!
Killin' motha ******** beLOW/ But keep it on the d-LO...
Both my BALLS and THEE-flow more Grande than the RIO...
You know the steelo/ Humbled swag with a bit of ego...
Followed by two or three ho's/ No matter where the ******** he go...
They tickle balls while I piss on bras like "la-di-da~"
Then I'm like the wolf in sheeps clothing b***h/ "Bah-di-bah!" 1
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:20 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZcvVgzJiaw
Above is the beat
Heart lacking Air
I'm trying to be me how ever that's perceived
doing one two good deeds and trying to succeed
dying i must bleed hiding my pet peeves
and sighing to set ease while regrets test me
identity upsets me no one accepts me
but who needs accepting I'm the devils next seed
the worlds next dream something like a sex scene
finding new memories though no one remembers me
only new enemies sending to ending me
foes just rending me sadly and helplessly
everyone befriending me my angers unsettling
Feeling the adrenaline so i look to wrestling
buts it the same thing anger has me aging
my face is defacing my hairs are greying
my body's aching im only faking so they think
but i five eight i think im one inch less i shrink
so im defending while im fenced in my minds densing
my muscles tensing till theres nothing in the making
what am i chasing what am i craving am i just awakening
My worlds quaking my hands shaking like they did then
ashing skin roughens my heart toughens lack of loving
I need something My pulse is thumping my life is flushing
im so disgusting my mom wants but nothing but my brother a new sibling
I'm drippling over the hating the child in the making is suddenly flaking
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 4:02 pm
Don't look at me or in my direction
everything was took from my selection
you don't feel me so there's no connection
tired of the world ******** me like an erection
getting on in life with will drive and tension
my mind's bind by suicide intentions comprehension
I see quite fine but I'm blind sighted not to mention
everything around seems to die i might be next one
but i refuse to let my fuse go until i become the best one
cuz i know that im destined for success before we see Armageddon
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 4:46 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbGI8HqmQCQ&feature=related
I'm breathing for one reason but not one that I'm seeing
I got so many demons and many of them seeking
it not enough keep me from being a human being
the top is my vegan and no one can top my meaning
there being no dreaming is like porno with no seamen
it simply defeats my whole meaning of my soul seeking
im pleading keeping my eyes closed from those beatings
I'm simply defeated by a series of mistreatment
at night conceiving the night i was bleeding
just give me one even to make my life's easement
living with appeasement with no worries of no treason
sparked thoughts of all my enemies start to cease when
i start to belief in a season with peace without deceiving
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:28 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=je4ag2BvxaY&feature=related
Still shining just on gaia tryin out my rhyming
a lot of home work but need working on my timing
No assigned life style so i avoid school assignments
My grades still higher than before but they're declining
They said I always give up but almost the highest
They said I was spoiled but i didnt have much
and the only thing royal about me is that my life is flushed
Something like a child offense I cant be touched
and I'm like something Jesus' thought process I can't be ******** like an atheist with God NO LUCK
All my life I've been trying to grow up
all my life family was no show my big bro was a big ho
my parents were so slow my siblings were a no go
trying to balance myself on my own like a pogo
but everywhere i go to jump it was a no fly zone
so I took my self home 50 pounds 12 years old
five feet tall with lack of food messy hair from no comb
dried skin from no toilet tree we only bought toilet rolls
tooth brushes cheap paste the ones that you could swallow
I was never promised a tomorrow sick in bed couldnt swallow
parents at work while i raised myself i couldnt follow
the heart decease, the medication, the stomach ceased, the blood level escalation, the murder charge, the escalation, the asma i lived the see, the abuse adaptation, the weed that destroyed a broken family, the added hatred, the lack of love and collaboration, the 9/11 killing a disaster nation, and through it all there was no mask for satan
while i was dying he was masterbating women
come home to mom at 2 o clockfights had me awaken
blood on the ground i wasnt half shaken
by now it was nothing i close my eyes and take it
But the next day i cant shake it
shower get out and attacked naked
just because i tried to peace to home that was forsaken
supposed to be irish indian chinese but i live majority of it as a Jamaican
I'm a terrorist to my own lifestyle like a Taliban Arabian
but best believe when i go im coming the way i went
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:43 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzI2xpIqVqg&feature=related
I want to see the top but dont know where I stand
I'm like a cop I chase for good but then there i am
Sometimes I wonder if I stand chance
born with great knowledge now filled with ignorance
so short tempered now but i was born with diligence
lifes going backwards for me and it really makes no sense
just like me cuz im broke i never make cents
trying to get a job but im either busy or empty hand
I don't mind falling but I care where I land
If hit rock bottom I might break my mental gland
and this life im tired of it, its like working after you got fired and shyt
minds been hard wired and im sick of the pooper scooper cuz of lying peaces of shyt
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 6:43 pm
Beat is located here. You might have to download it to hear it, but it only takes a minute.
I'll finish the rest in my journal one day. sweatdrop Simply said, I'm getting ahead. I'm living instead of sitting in bed,
and wishing I said the things in my head. The dream to get bread. The means to be fed.
And you know I'd rather be dead, together we stand, to whether the wind.
Intelligent men, in resonance with the beautiful music that Relevant's in.
I'm better than men that resides with lies for nickles and dimes, in these fickle times.
It's old, It's tired, like Michelin Guy. I'm fixin' to find, the mission that lies,
in visions of mind. These writtens of mine, I'm spittin' is fire, so listen so I, can insigeon ya' mind.
Give vision to blind, inclined to vibe to this system of mine.
You listenin'? I....brake limits when spittin' the illest of lines.
So fly the ceilings collide, BOOM, in time, the buildings'll fly,
The minute i rise, the villians'll die, who prison the rights, of innocent lives.
So little I try, but givin' the time?, I'd christen divine invincible rhymes.
The women I find, insistin' that I, will give 'em my time, for liftin' and grind.
I'm givin' up my, attention to thighs, to slittin' the hyme, a splitting divide,
ya' fixin' to find, the women are tired, from gettin' a ride, and stickin' behind.
My glistenin' eyes, reveal what's real and heal the children dependent on I.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 2:11 am
what else can i say, it's here i stand and yes im here to stay
make my way on through the crowd straight plow through everthing in my way
so step back and make way, your superior has just entered the building
im spittin all that ill s**t that none of yall are even feelin
you hearin me or are ya fearin me, id advise that you take both precautions
b***h im brand ******** new, you outdated bitches is spittin marry poppins
my rhymes is ******** nut's, so rich i callem cashew's, im mvp runnin on this track, im runnin right on past youz
you runnen from ya past dues, im runnin straight attem
i drop bombs on obstructions, straight atoms
im sicker than the sickest and i lay it on the thickest, this s**t just inst my dream, this is my business
im spittin words explicit like advisory, stick it
i always speak the truth and what's truly on my mind, real s**t, your all bitches mrgreen
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:42 pm
See fresh out the kitchen,
Is the roc-star, yea i be dishin,
My mission to uplift rap out of its sad condition,
I take the game and other genres in juxtaposition,
and realize at this point,
If we don't change its are demise,
So i despise fake niggas,talkin triggas,
When they never made a figure,
But yet act like they bigger.
So they join New Era and try to catch a free flow,
till they see how we blow,
Far from the average ordinary negro,
cause we grow,
With each line passin,
This are tenacity
The punchlines have me feelin a lil somethin like cassidy,
So casually, i rapidly annihilate those around me,
They could never drown me,
They flows shallow, They will never down me
So i make it on the climb acapella,
I got a verbal capella, leave you shooken see i can rock a fella,
In fact no one could rock acapella better,
Caesar Saint Clair's flows always stay wetter
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 1:50 pm
Once the fog clears, the only one standing's Jaiden.
Presence so electrifying, it's like I'm the son of Raiden.
Bicycle-kicking my foes with lethal skills that's never fadin'.
A hero who's immune to death, but my name's not Hayden.
I'm revisiting LG during this brand new era.
With tendencies that may ruin ya marriage. Apologies to Hera.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:15 pm
Life's mixed up, I need some checks
Middle class stats, but I survive off less
Cursed out all my life, I'm still feeling blessed
life turns pages fast, I stray from the left
I hate illiteracy, don't take things out of text
Life is for living, live your life for success
people die all the time, you might be the next
rather not lie and get myself upset
so i close my eyes and give my mind some rest
wake up refreshed, and go blind to stress
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