I'm spinning webs like Spidey in your face like whitey and it's very likely that weak MC's are gonna bite me fuck it, they ain't nothing but shoulderdust this shit is antique: old as fuck and still holding tough as the sea of MC's be like pussys, worn out in no time up against L'Origine du Monde, Noteone a son of a fo' five spraying words like Eddie Murphy in cokehighs my mind is gold, undescribable like general semantics I leave a thousand holes in your temple leaking red like a flower power subscribing frantic romantics' household fuck if this is a diss I don't care about it get mad about it scream and roar, shatter your glass on the floor or laugh about it I keep it flowing like a plumber keep it growing like the summer keep it blowing up like my cock after the nicest suck by my lover I keep it giving like Santa Claus or charity fonds just as you keep receiving like cunts ha.
gotchu parasitic, im tryna be active but lifes throwing curveballs feel me? and @ riss if your spider man, im the hob goblin, pumpkin bombing, no stopping, the flow rockin', i'm droppin', users like myspace, i run shit, gun it, to be at my pace, i love the reference to a comic, but without flow, it's no separate to vomit , something you spit out, with out, thought, just involuntary i bet your mom is very, proud of her aging son, rasing some, hell on a forum, with toys before him, don't take this personally, but personally, this verse you see, as big as hercules, is just merkin' these, lurking fiends, trolling like the cyphers under a bridge, fuck making it rain, ill throw some thunder in this bitch, i do it like daddy zues, you must've had me confused, with what your used, to seeing slapped on the board, i bet you double take this like some cash on the floor. no diss, riss
Yo yo my mom ain't proud of me, she dispises me when I was 12 I (went to hell for snuffing Jesus) held a gun to her head screaming "I'm taking over the dynasty" dropped the pants to the feet and then took a little "Dance With the Devil" like William I'm falling and I can't turn back but like Alice if you saw the inside of my head your mind would vanish instinctively, in a snap without a blink you see I bet you havn't seen Murphy spitting words G it's quick and in a cokeburst ev- en faster like the way I'm spraying fecal matter straight into your face accompanied by evil laughter it's just a regular nonconceptual spectacle yet I still find that survival to the lyrical spiral is minimal
I'm freestyling with the keys like I'm in a JAZZBAND Oscar Pete - Rock Niels Henning Ørsted Pete - what? you can't see me like a motherfucking genie with cans in the BACKPACK comming out at night like Whodini never ever being spotted by police G the poLICE, ha brains washed and blowdryed like murdering proLIFE-rs it's true hip hop, so bite us go fuck yourself with a wooden dildo I'm addicted to this shit like Bilbo Baggins to the ring and we go on and on like conciousness you wont ever be able to fuck with us eternal life man like an extra-necklace-wearing Highlander mainstream on the scene playing out of a sarcophagus we puffing kush, sipping jack dropping a line or two about this or that every once in a while we spit a fact making the walls, the floor and the ceiling crack revealing the realness an ethiopian child crying a gangsta yapping about his shine lying street kids with beautiful minds dying so feel this we roaming the globe like pilgrims sending the message to millions deep like outer space at handstands, knowledge of self and stillness a likkle one time for ya mind http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRZ0WhWWOTg&feature=related
honestly do my eyes deceive me i can't believe what i'm reading i dont feel right knowing out there somewhere Riss is still breathing all your posts really need deleting not one line ever worth repeating Take a silhouette of my character I'm a dieing hero like Brook Berringer I crash and burn barriers find the loophole like brittish barristers get it?, dont get skittish, there its yours i wish i had an air filter for your words throwin you off kilter you'd be better off as a quilter old lady even as a mature big baby Riss admits to throwin fits and hits his mom, is that really the type of shit your on? I'll spit a psalm while you spit and get ya palms on dick and balls You try to get intelligent and lack development i hope you feel the embarrassment from your rhyme experiment All your credibility went out an open window, its gone as the wind blows I smoked you like some indo played you like Nintendo you entered the no friend zone
do your eyes decieve you? hell i cant tell if i believe you! still leave yo! you dont feel right knowing out there somewhere your momma still suckin off that giant white stream? cant be worth repeating after your dad gave your dick a bloody beating! you say your a dying hero? well bitch im the flying menace getting ready to flem-piss into that ugly mature baby you say you use for your erotic fits n hits with your moms palms and ur dads dick n balls in hand while yall eating fecies in washroom stalls! you probably play nintendo right and just sit the controller on that lil dicked lap of yours just to feed that hard on you say your good at making, sounds like an embarrassment to your sister after she iicked that blister of jiz off that flaking skin of yours. and you say rhyme experiment i thot that was all your moms sausage looking dicktaphone experiment? the only silhouette u see of a character is the one from duck man thrust your pelvis right into that donald trump huh! lol fuckin jokes im overly drunk and on some CID! XD
Chaos reigns in my brain like a fox eating it's own flesh I'm on streetcorners like Jesus WITH hordes of my people, desbelieving the dopeness awe injecting, jaws breaking the floor letting the songs transform my loungs into raisins it goes tic toc and I want to quit stop and end this but I can't, it's like I'm possesed by Satan as whack jacks and parasites are out collecting venom out from still lakes like Bill Blake it's impossible listening to this and still hate I fill gaping holes in souls scraping the occasional fuck-off off from underneath my soles I speak so cold my words are visible taking from in the atmosphere to hold your neck in a strangle I'm able to handle anything from cocainfiends fists to complex texts shit you Kan't like Immanuel that's how it is it's Riss I'm like Jizz in your face in a basement left by 2 sweating huge blacks and an asian hating yourself in the greatest emotional pain felt since in the middle ages when the black plague spread when I spit you hear angels singing and you can aim your little cannons at the clouds you'll never hit 'em.
I imagined this battle destroying you so let me start the trend Battlin' you again? First time I decimated you start til end Basically became a blend of guts, I offed you like Donnie Yen Bewildered by vocal boulders I bombard, scared when I grab the pen Bastard's a bafoon cause when pen hit paper, the least I ever spend on nucelear arms and reactor. I'm a weapon of mass destruction You'll be in denial of my arrival, hiding in past constructions of your mind and at times you'll try to deny your last conjunctions. And don't bother with a rebuttal, your weak shit never throws down If I could illustrate your verses, it'd look like Stickin Around I win battles by the largest margins, save your remarks and arguin Cause I'm far from novice, large in charge with 3 darts to target with Though I bet you didn't expect to charge you hard like billable accounts Verse one. The first to throw you off more than your own syllable counts
Me myself and I gets together like nuclear fusion blowing up your hood and leaving you confused like a stupid school student you can't escape me G I'll keep being in your face like oxygen your lacking skill in cognition is up against the man with the wisdom of Solomon your neuronlevel is deficitic like ombudsmen being defamed by congressmen I'm steady raising bars like debt ceilings in Washington and your hair can barely reach the bottom kid I slowly close in on the unsuspecting like the new EU economical government so cut the shit like an avant garde artist this is just the first step in the marathon hardly anything to speak of, because I speak up like a marxist and this verse is just one word in the lib'ry I'm all around these, pathetic MC's like atoms, they can't see, feel or find me till they throat cavity suddenly close and the feel breathing being hard to do it's like voodoo I happy slap em and get thousands' views on youtube So check it Anti, my lyrical skillz exceeds yours by lightyears you can't even leave the ground like Buzz Lightyear when the devil said 'sigh here' I spat on the document you didn't even have 21 to sell ... and I'm out like posting bail http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7tnHbAiklQ
I'm new in these parts so excuse my intrusion, but the fact you think you're hard brings me such confusion. the hardest hits youve had were when your parents got abusive so i'll take their lead and leave you with contusions. but you're no liar, I've seen you happy slappin with a thousand views on redtube dick in hand and jackin black stallion meets this riss dude it was mixed relations, and it was your own throat closing cause you get off on asphyxiation. haha I'm gonna stop there before it gets worse
You talkin' bout black stallion but i got the great red bull, bitch start screamin' when you get motherfuckin' full, if i get cruel, you're gonna die it's true, if you survive, it will be only thing you will do. You like big words,you like big cocks too, little poo pusher, what the fuck elton? its you? nice to meet you im here to rule, ill get some money while you fuck a mule.
come at me with some wackness i won't hold a grudge, call me a poo pusher when you're the one packin fudge. you say you're the ruler well those are made to be broken, trust me man you're worthless like an arcade token. keep talking about money and how you're stacking dough, that shit can't compare to my tactics though, I think I'll stick around keep attackin foes. I hear you barking maybe I'll have to bite back, you're the next I'll be targeting if i don't see a white flag. got you in my scope I'm about to start sniping, youre a dirty ass rapper only cause you never wipe it. Yes I'm fuckin a mule just tell me how you like it.
^ My token drops and out comes a million more of em bathing in treasure like I'm Jack Sparrow bingedrinking rum and you ain't even in the playing field like you're allergic to pollen try and hold a candle up against the sun man my rhymes are never outshined stay where I'm spitting, get sun tanned I'm like a rockband smashing guitars jazzfusionistic sick shit with twists of Händel and Bach I'm way ahead of my time aswell as the confined outlines of your mind I come correct like the bible described Solomons Mines I'll put a pole through your chest if you fuck with this style I treat MC's like pissoir's spit trays and dipers I got that realness - like zippo lighters ignited in stillness, pipers are paid all day like rents I'm intense like DiCaprio incept - man it's so obvious I drill suckers with no slopiness and the stage is set
Yeah, I'll bust your fucking cheeks in, Broken on the floor, leave you be fucking bleeding, Shut the fuck up, you're annoying as hell, Want to chop you up and toss you down in a well, Yeah, every single word I say, you know I mean it, But there was a time when my imagination was scenic, My thoughts were happy, friendly, and clean, Now all I want is to hear her fucking scream. What used to be 'good' has turned to 'bad', All I am anymore is furious or mad, Burnt down the memories that we used to have. "Oh wants wrong Nick?", "Fucking you, bitch!" But I think I'm getting too deep, The voice in my head is beginning to weep. Maybe I should just shower and sleep.. No. It's time I attempt my greatest feat. Actually, forget that, I don't have much to offer. Maybe I just want to get beat up so bad, you're left in awe for, a good ten minutes, maybe longer. Passed out on the ground in a pool of blood. Left feeling powerless like an animal in a zoo, But then again, I want to make you feel that way too.
Let me say now if you even respond to me I'll beat you unconsciously like I'm hercules no hyperbole I shit on you verbally it's killer defecation I'll be on a first degree murder spree CSI should begin investigation and if you're breathing the room of emercency is your destination I strike terror like insurgency spark a mic with these words it's detonation heart stopping like clogged arteries there's no topping me I'm a master of my artistry doper than aeroponic grows are harvesting my potency leads to overdosing while you pass harmlessly killin my foes with supervillian flows it would take a hero to stop me when you've had it say so I'm quick with the KO hit you like it's hockey I see the waist do I aim below kill your kids like this is casey talking Or deliver a blow direct to the ego like coming to school in a speedo
Once upon a time in a distant land the sun boiled the swet on your face, lips and hands you'd been walking for 44 days in the sand that's when you where approached by a mystic man he threw handssigns chopped off of apes and the words laid by God on his tounge was blatant- ly amazing see, now he's back in your face and you can't understand a thing like your skull undergone a blast and a ping yet it soothes you like listining to Nat the King or Frank Sinatra sing you can't compare me to the usual rapper's spit, even though most are black they lack a sack and a dick I can scream rat ta tat and it isn't even misacheiving like most that do you see, only few can open through the hologram and understand the huge steelbars residing over you spit 16 of them then followed by 4 then 16 more and your body lays rotten in war I've now awoken you...
Stop telling tales, Fuck your sharades Im comin' on you like bruno mars on grenades Talk about god like some old religion bangers I dissed that bastard when he and jesus were teenagers Now i diss you to like the fuckin who Teenage wasteland is the heaven for you Get out of here bitch or i will throw you out Sinatra and King don't know where are the bitches at So shut the fuck up while mom gives you an ass pat You are icknognito while i am at the god of art sixteen is only the number of your age Bitch shutthefuckup you will never get laid! <3
I'll make your girl cum faster than i can spit a rhyme then you can eat that sloppy seconds like it's dinner time I'll be movin on makin moves on your mom and pat her ass she's clarence carter strokin with nicer hands than a tagger has gettin hands on but teller no hands blow like the cataracs take her from behind break her spine like shattered glass let the image shatter your eggshell mind destroy your psyche kid welcome to teenage wasteland if you plan to keep up you need to pick up the pace man or just quit now before im in your face like raybans punish you like travolta but you can call me satan
Satan may ass, hes in a band, playing the bass Shut the fuckup kid smoke some grass While im in your moms room getting some ass You don't take your chances you just watch them pass Raybans won't save you from my rhyme blast you are a part of past you won't last even there you fuckin' amathere. I think i will never go there while you were a mere volountere. For giving head on the counter.I am the legend and you ain't even a starter BITCH! Tho i like the egshell mind part
Witchya foolishness! Speekin' of smokin' grass, and the homie satan's ass, I heard he got a tat the reads " puff, puff and pass!" To next mc, the one that came to kill it quick, fuckin' my moms? man i bet you on ya dady's dick! claimin' you don't get laid, cos you still celibate?! We aint buyin' ya lies homie, so quite tryin' to sell the shit! Bigger than an elephant, my rhymes is eloquent, you just irrelevant. could never compete with this fellah's shit. Me and my crew is frightening, like calligraphy on a six by six inch canvas, with a fat cap, in dim lighting. And it's exciting, the way we move mic's, the fuckin six six crews flow's just way too tight. and while we move right, ya'll move wrong. Don't believe me? check the website it's www.sicksandsicks.tumblr.com I like this thread.