Thatrogueassdiaz
We're on the blood path now
Man I havent had one of those since 2006/2007. Love those things. Wonder if they can be ordered online?Y'all also forgetting the obligatory-
Truer words have never been spoken..if nikkas pull up in this, its on
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Ethnic Vagina Finder
The Great Paper Chaser
don't forget the bars about mental metaphysical gats and lyrical bullets
[adlib]brrrrrrrat!!![/adlib]
[adlib]brrrrrrrat!!![/adlib]
"Who wanna battle the ill mathematical, my muthafukkin brain is IBM compatible"
"Take evasive actions, flip like reciprocal fractions"
"My styles like AIDS, cause don't nobody want it".....
Fantastic 4 was dope tho....
AnotherRoute
Just another post by
The worst shyt is when a motherfukker would like naw bro I got some shyt and they would switch the music out when you was with chicks.Me: "Well I think Takeover was great, but Ether went tough, Em did murder him tho on Renegade"
Backpacker: "Aw, you cats are too commercial, you never heard of Sunny D?"
Me: "Nah"
Backpacker: "He outta Nebraska, he spit that real shyt, he has a mixtape, "Outta The Cornfield: Field of Dreams."....Fukk a Biggie, Pac, Jigga, Big L, he shyts on all of them"
Me:
[Puts on headphones to listen to a poorly mixed and mastered track]
Me: "He alright..."
Backpacker: "shyt is tight right?"
Me:
You would chilling drinking listening to some shyt chicks getting in the mood. Then they come with immortal technique and little timmy raping his own mother.
You could hear chicks getting dry when that shyt comes on.
It would happen a lot at the room parties in college, everyone chilling....you hear a popular instrumental and it ends up some random rapping about perfect cube roots and Greek Gods.....
IsThatBrothaMouzone?
Veteran
Feeling pyrotechnic, it's hectic, therapeutic like a medic...empirical studies and research still confirms that I'm an ethnic
Metaphorically symbiotic your presence remains toxic, wax poetically on the mic while your brain veers quixotic.
Metaphorically symbiotic your presence remains toxic, wax poetically on the mic while your brain veers quixotic.
Bumblebreh
Collecting honey and money
ThaRealness
Superstar
My circumference extends past your hypothesis
When I drop gems the CIA watchin this
Like genocide committed in banana fields in Haiti
In a world where being crazy is the sane thing
When I drop gems the CIA watchin this
Like genocide committed in banana fields in Haiti
In a world where being crazy is the sane thing
EA
A Pound & A Prayer
A student of metaphysics, I listen to Plato
Combining states, I was the brainchild behind NATO
Yall are killing me lol..thread is taking me back to my Ill community/Sohh days lol
The fans were horrible though...they would give rappers a pass for rapping off beat over a trash beat just because the lyrics were "real"...used ti give me a headache going back and forth with them...good times though
The fans were horrible though...they would give rappers a pass for rapping off beat over a trash beat just because the lyrics were "real"...used ti give me a headache going back and forth with them...good times though
SadimirPutin
Superstar
[Intro: Canibus]
Yeah! That's the beat right there
I'm about to black out with a hundred bars on some professional shyt, so don't try this at home, yo
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize it's all about timing
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African voodoo science
In front of twenty feet bonfires lookin' skyward calculating May 5, 2000
The nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big-ass "Canibus Comin' Soon" poster on the side of it
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin' me and they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed, crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin' for COM 12
Disguised as a nikka, signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off-scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' nikkas, confusin' nikkas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack nikkas wanna be down but it's not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shyt, swell your lip bigger than Bubba's shrimp
For acting tough and shyt, what a wimp
You giant Goliath, nikkas get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin' mad
Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the Florence flask in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircraft, trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nikka's breath'll last
I put him in a leather mask, spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nikka choke to death as I laugh
"You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask
nikka, pick a tougher task, see who the fukk'll last
Whoever lose'll get a solderin' iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye, quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than nine lives, infinite rhymes that can't die
A nikka with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes
Dividin' myself into hundred ten times
You can't deny the offerin's I offer
Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water
Fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MC's, then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin' it on since I been born and I'm a live long
And I'm a be gettin' it on 'till I'm gone
Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nikka like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndrome
In the wrist bones from gripping microphones this long
I'm just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off, whenever I get picked on
nikka try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong, like the Nation of Islam with suede Timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
shyttin' on nikkas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin' down low like we in 'Nam fightin' the Viet Cong
Screamin' "Incoming!" when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader, surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
And smash y'all, attach y'all to the back of my horse
And drag y'all across the motherfukkin' asphalt
Nine out of ten nikkas is frauds
You know who you are, always talkin' about your bytches and your cars
Your jewelry and your girls, it's like we from two different worlds
You motherfukkers really get on my nerves
'Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shyt
I close my eyes when I freestyle, so I could read what prints across them
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers then hit 'em with some more shyt, the raw shyt
Call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfukker to cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin'
Tell him it's important, tell him to call Sting three way and sing a chorus
Break your camcorders, so you motherfukkers can't record it
Call the news, I'll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
fukk the soft shyt and fukk what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb shyt
Y'all nikkas got your ass beat, 'cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid
'Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys
You fukk 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick shyt homeboy
A hundred years ago they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent, feminine, fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fukk up, cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints
Battlin' me, you never win
You thought you was the only nikka, that could sneak a weapon in? nikka, guess again
Cause after I'm finished wreckin' this shyt
I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henny and go fukk a lesbian
Yeah! That's the beat right there
I'm about to black out with a hundred bars on some professional shyt, so don't try this at home, yo
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize it's all about timing
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African voodoo science
In front of twenty feet bonfires lookin' skyward calculating May 5, 2000
The nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big-ass "Canibus Comin' Soon" poster on the side of it
I'm known geographically and intergalactically
That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin' me and they would've snatched me
If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity
Engines stalled and failed, crashed into a farmer's field
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin' for COM 12
Disguised as a nikka, signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off-scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' nikkas, confusin' nikkas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack nikkas wanna be down but it's not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shyt, swell your lip bigger than Bubba's shrimp
For acting tough and shyt, what a wimp
You giant Goliath, nikkas get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin' mad
Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the Florence flask in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircraft, trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nikka's breath'll last
I put him in a leather mask, spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nikka choke to death as I laugh
"You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask
nikka, pick a tougher task, see who the fukk'll last
Whoever lose'll get a solderin' iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye, quicker than the five speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than nine lives, infinite rhymes that can't die
A nikka with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise, dedicate it to dimes
Dividin' myself into hundred ten times
You can't deny the offerin's I offer
Flows that glow with auroras that sparkle like water
Fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MC's, then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin' it on since I been born and I'm a live long
And I'm a be gettin' it on 'till I'm gone
Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nikka like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndrome
In the wrist bones from gripping microphones this long
I'm just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off, whenever I get picked on
nikka try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong, like the Nation of Islam with suede Timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
shyttin' on nikkas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin' down low like we in 'Nam fightin' the Viet Cong
Screamin' "Incoming!" when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader, surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
And smash y'all, attach y'all to the back of my horse
And drag y'all across the motherfukkin' asphalt
Nine out of ten nikkas is frauds
You know who you are, always talkin' about your bytches and your cars
Your jewelry and your girls, it's like we from two different worlds
You motherfukkers really get on my nerves
'Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shyt
I close my eyes when I freestyle, so I could read what prints across them
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience
To barbecue your brain organs
You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven
I flame broil suckers then hit 'em with some more shyt, the raw shyt
Call my reinforcements, the Four Horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit
I dare a motherfukker to cross it
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin'
Tell him it's important, tell him to call Sting three way and sing a chorus
Break your camcorders, so you motherfukkers can't record it
Call the news, I'll kill your reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
fukk the soft shyt and fukk what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb shyt
Y'all nikkas got your ass beat, 'cause you asked for it
Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid
'Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys
You fukk 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick shyt homeboy
A hundred years ago they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
You fraudulent, feminine, fragile as a feather is
With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton
You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fukk up, cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints
Battlin' me, you never win
You thought you was the only nikka, that could sneak a weapon in? nikka, guess again
Cause after I'm finished wreckin' this shyt
I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henny and go fukk a lesbian
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