thanks man im stoned so liek a said its a bit rusty i been think about getin abck into writing alot lately
word is bond, i smoke the best crystal-meth in yuh front lawn im hot ta death, with grimey roten meth mouth breath ay dawg hold up one sec there one hit of this glass left.. *ppsssss.sizzel..* yeahhhhhhh now take that shit, dun be a bitch... hold the hit now ditch the fix to the floor like dumb quick.. what a bore this foils tapped out the liquids gone there is no more twiggity tweakin like cage was liggity leaking in waterworld back in 04 time flys, fam dies, she lies, i dont see the same for my mi amor she tanted my visions that mental mind fuck timebomb/whore fuck it though better left for dead ill get her head and get the red..adrenaline gland fa sure cas the antichrist said it would take me high then i ever been before ..fuck the abuse ill put her to use spun the fuck out robbin the poor... gurl's life
damn it. mann next time you about to post. warn me hahahah but for real. that was some dope shit though.
Started off as a freestyle earlier, decided to type it down... My world has been shook I came back to reality Little things aren't as important anymore is my mentality I used to be all bout my clothes and kicks My mind focused on tryin' to be with these chicks I'm seein' clear now, non-stop punchlines and lyricist tricks All these kids talk about today is stayin' strapped with a gat When they only got lead in a number 2 and they rock a low hat You see I don't give a fuck you did time or you pulled off a crime If your shit isn't legit I'm a dismantle your line, pick out the lie in your rhyme So what you slang rock out on the block holdin' a glock You couldn't kill time if you held a hammer to a clock You kept that shit cocked but you never popped a shot So enough is enough with all your "ghetto" "tough guy" lyrics I hold respect for a few only and put them in high spirits You see it's incredible when the pen unleashes on the paper Sparks a reaction as lyrics pose questions like an instigator Not just leavin' you breathless you'll need a second respirator I'm waitin' to blow up although I hold a mic as the detonator I would rather stay unknown and put out good quality music Only hold in high regards to those I respect who view it Or I can try to come with heat off the top of the dome An insightful poet who in under a minute can lay down a poem It seems like rappers relate better to a trash can with their music Makin' a WHOLE good album today is rare, is it a conspiracy? Nah just a theory, but when I speak I want people to hear me It'd be hard to turn down a check for a cool mil Just to spit rhymes on a mic for money is ill, although the industries kill They take away your music sense and fuck with your will Today Hip Hop has become less of a relevant movement We're pass self-destruction, it's time for a new re-construction Whack ass "rappers" make me wanna lose it, the music they abuse it Just to get highly paid, groupie hoes so you know they get laid In the hood nah they should have stayed, but the ghetto got played It's the basis of everyone's raps talkin' bout sellin drugs and holdin gats Fuck that I'ma spit pure crack, keep the game intact So sit back, relax, and lose yourself to these tracks Because when I rhyme I only tell the true facts Hidden Teknique respects Nas, BIG, Noyd, Hov, Paps Big L, Pac, Binary, Immortal, Em, and Andre 3 Stacks Fuck Hip Hop The Industries can have it BACK.
on sum demonic shit, dantes ninth circle, lyrics will merk u, my words arnt just hurtfull, shockwaves alone will leave ur skin purple, dwel in city streets that feinds like to lurk through, theyd stick u for ur jacket.watch and shirt to, thats why i gotta roll with beserk crews, who'd start swingin hachets befor ur boys could aleart you, to the lunatics asylem, i know disgusting and vile men torture their victems befor they defile em, corpses im pilein, like stocking shelvs in isle ten, at the devils supermarket, minds dark with, killer insticts that a shark gets, blood thirsty on nohas ark with, rooms full stupid kids and there smart pets drunk of the dome, heres the beat i used http://youtube.com/watch?v=p30mS2OWvPg
im a lyrical chemist venomist like pit viper strike like a sniper/wit percison like a incison from a surgeon/murderin beats wit ease like a disase i bring thse haters to they knees
the fuck out of here with your so called hard steez you gonna be the one on your knees eat your cunt bitch before i split you up open leave your defragmented body in a coffin ill be the only one laughin oh worddd, your a sniper? your flow sounds more like peter piper sure your rhymes are fine but in a real battle, you aint got no shine one of the the gullyest lyrasist just murked the "lyrical chemist venomist."
many men are shit, claim there marksmen then have missed, like this bitch made venamist, hit u with a dope punch line.then a fist, frontinlike u hard when a bitch, is wat u really are,
never said i couold rap infact u dont know how to act prob never been on a track i write graf n thats a fact u dont know hip hop ur whole album gonna go flop .......... i live, eat n breathe hip hop u a rookie in this shit n im vet
nuff "said" you flow is somewhat dead, talkin about coffins, shoot you in the head leave you worthless and i bet your friends would careless, ill eat you, like a hungry african and i dont care whos ass-yous-been-in , cause ill rape your girlfriend choke her up and if you provoke ill say sorry like we was burning the toke, uh you telling people that they cant shine i dont see no light on you, ill kill you with a lethal land mine, sell your arm for atleast a dime and if i see your dick, ill sew it on my forehead, pass the mac fill you up with some more lead. i love you said <3
prison aint nuttin to be proud off, cuss it means ur either getting fucked by lawyers or big black ******s
fuck by laywers n i know it aint shit but it made me say fuck the system even more i dedacted to this hip hop game fuck the fame
im a vandal n ainti goverment i do what i do cuz i love hip hop n belive n what is right fuck war fuck corrupt systems
keep on runnin ya mouth, ima show you what the true meanin of pain is. im the one who hammered the first nail in jesus. name's big t but my *****s call me erak flow with the wickeds from philly gonna make you have a heart attack rip ya spleen out ya throat hang you out in my front yard then ima laugh when you choke grasp all your hopes and blow out your brains leavin nothin but gun smoke.