HAHAHAHHA, editing other people's post is so original.... did you come up with that on your own...i've never seen that done before.
Its saturday night,I'm left here spittin ryhmes to myself. Let me tell ya, I'm not that normal book off the shelfs. But I'm left here reading the same shit,monor your beyond belief. You and your gang need to bounce,that would be a slight relief. If you have beef to settle,I don't have to flash no metal. I'll slay you with words,syllables,and verbs,comin at you in herds. Gesus say my verses are from lyrical hell,but who the hell is he to tell me, Right from wrong,I'm the only one on this track,no playback or repeat. I'm the one spillin words,now you need to take a step back. This aint no internet beef but this is critisizm to the slightest. I may be a toy,but this comin from the brightest. That you can't stop me,I'm the fast lane,going insane. Fuckin sittin here,speakin to myself,I think I'm going crazy. Thoughts arent clear,my eyesight has gone hazy. I should be out paintin but its like 30 degrees. Can't stand that shit,to cold it's gonna make me sneeze. I'm going to make this verse go long,gotta stay strong. I gotta stay up,don't want to be forgotten,so take a hit of the bong. Take a ride in the clouds,I'm right where I belong. wayyy to higghh! yezzzirRR!
My words bring so much pain I'm so dope, a psychic motherfucker/ That'll hang you with no rope/ Leave you with no hope, cut you and your ho's throat/ With no blade, leave you stranded in the waves with no boat/ Your rhymes make "Soulja Boi" look like a lyrical monster/ I stand up straight, confident, with imperial posture/ You said some shit, but I lost you, didn't make any sense/ I'll put on hit on you and your fam for a fraction of twenty cents/ Just stay back, and stop trying, you're annoying and too persistent P.S. your "Technique" is not "Hidden" it is nonexistent. LOL, no beef, Hidden Technique. I was just bored.
taking no names, fuckin gorgeous dames, doing a buck and change, goin hard switchin lanes, front seat road brain, a little teeth bringin the pain, nuttin in the car leavin a stain white shit on her nose like cocaine got her wet just like rain gettin laid or head my only aim playin this is a fun game
my rhymes are illicit, at times hard to hear/ lines so consistant, drop bombs far and near/ lyrical madness a result, of my vicious antics/ spiritual shrink u'll consult, from my malecious tactics/ i mean what i say, not being facetious/ dead serious like the prophet, the only Jesus/ death was brought up once, but they had to survive/ meth was the option, but with, they would not thrive/ last thing before i end, i have something to tell/ i can rap dispite what you say, so u can go to hell..
dude, its not my problem if you have a noodle face! if you cant read the criminal slang, get the fuck out and get my dick out of your mouth man i never fronted
Actually started laughing at some of this stuff haha. Was tight Went to Vegas and wrote some stuff under cellphone light at midnight on the way back... So then I'll continue it it’s the circle of life turned elliptical, and I’m caught in between the curves conflicting with headlights that flicker deeper in and out of my conscience I can feel my mind a drifting a soul ignited, I can envision precision of risen hearts minds that find time to uplift, a mission, driven to do their part find the start, never part and leave empty-handed keep it going till knowledge is no longer branded and stranded in between 2 worlds that hurl and twirl it careless dares lest his fears, the arid, be commanded fearless the twin soluble molecule, fallin on hurt that calls indefinitely stalls amenably, imaginary itinerary, but I never planned to feel so chemically free condemn the sleek, heed the unmistakable, breathe but don’t choke laugh but don’t crack back a hollow smile, life fixed, never broke never spoke, never showed my whole thoughts, the automatic reply the spots are brought into light, taught caught and sent off to fly
Noodle face, kittenkaboodle, poodle race/ Doodle on paper, biting snickerdoodles, Space/ Ing out, mad bored, kids these days are fad whores/ Fag stores, like Abercrombie and Fitch, just saying/ Maybe they're not for gays, but for people who like paying/ Numerous dollars, foolish collars, popped up/ Purchasing mad clothes, even, though they're already stocked up/ Do not mind me, just a kid with OCD/ Who can't sleep, I should be catching Z's/ But I'm watching Fresh Prince, with Carlton/ He's smaller than, all the other guys/ Small fries, fall sky, bye, bye/ I'm going to bed now/ I'm done with my pointless contribution to this thread now/
you turned and I followed, swallowed my pride, drive tides of the mind the kind that shine only mine, the sign that rhymes, holy crimes story lines, chimes, rings a clock ticking, picking up pieces that always stay shifting conditioning, missing a point, anoint a special, all-knowing, uplifting split-second shining on long drawn songs that spawn ideas furnished, burned with earnest currents of mind, I pawned innocence, an inner sense of tense harmony of whence drunks were punked, losers were used, we copped common sense we dropped halos to the ground in protest, a grotesque imagination steady deviation, start with one letter, spilled thoughts on paper the consummation a nation dazed under a haze of global warming emissions get high of chlorofluorocarbons, condition the superstitions into digestible, detestable, easy-to-swallow, hollow “truths” and I’ll say that in quotes, confused just cuz you can’t prove it
lol, riot and hoodbitchsucka cant put a word me, im so fresh so clean, so me fuck all the shit your saying, its like an homosexual party making fun out of me, its juste making me laugh bitches your so bad, probly born in a box, your mom was a hoe, and im your dad bro