my words come off the top like suicidals off of buildings and my mind is so open that everyone sees what im feeling from 440 to T. W. O. one six, i see through you darelicts like white shirts on wet chicks what a dumb fucking mistake when you decide to step to me tryin to put it behind us, but ima ressurect the beef i produce my own beats, best believe im cookin up my own heat unlike most rappers nowadays, i walk on my fuckin own feet. and i take care of my own beef, with right hooks to ya dome piece kickin it with punks, skaters and ogs, dont even front like you dont know me kinda wack, i cant freestyle for shit.
haha i like that even thought you think its wak...its a freestyle it aint gunne be great...anways: a lyrical essense is the the presence of my rhymes so you better take some time to rearange your lines cause the shit your wrote down before sounds so bad, you needa pratice more ill mop up the floor with a blowup whore that popped before i had a chance to score *laughs cause that was witty haha* yea you can make fun of me cause im wack but im having some fun and ill attack back shit that really sucked and i didnt make my point but you shoulda ducked when i threw that joint but now you got junk in your eye and your mad so, i guess ill just say goodbye and its too bad
sketch and riot they be buggin out so let me explain what technique's about hidden and small time gonna write the book mobb deep explained it that y'all are shook jackin our lines like a "small time crook" re-model this thread give it a whole new look alluded anxiously y'all atrociously awaiting for diabolical rap diplomats i am debating walking down the street with cans in the hands paint in the bag, bandanna covering my whole face so my identity stays concealed when i paint the place ...............continue??
work all night in the movie theater, just to show the masses the coming feature. R for restriced? shit i'm rated triple F, filthy fucking fresher than a VHS.
Their Aint No Such Things As Half Way Crooks, How U Gunna Diss Me, Talkin Bout Writin, Homie U Need Need To Hit The Books, I Got To Much Power Need To Cypen, It Out, Or I Cause Weather Abnormalitys, Ill Stab Up Ur Locality, Try To Batle Me, When Im Not On A Beef Thing, Like Cattle Be, Hidden Used To Be Chill, But His Technuques Slippin, Smalltime How Gunna Send This Fool To Clash? If U Dont Properly Equip Him, I Know The Bitch Is Chickin, Only Jokin No Dissin BUT I THAUGHT I SAW U FAGGOTS KISSIN... NO BEEF
gonna grab the book write a page make you regret the day you stepped in the way if you want to go on ahead have at me but my wordsll sting like bullets in ya chest cavity with the vocal gravity and the mental capacity unlock a Hidden Teknique and you get damaged see you got totaled, wrecked, destroyed contract expired now your record deal is null and void while we still bringin all kinds of noise Sketch up like 3 different things, evil beings thatll just rip apart and shatter all of your dreams so when you wake up sweatin, know that you sweatin we still think you can sleep a wink when you got one of the monsters comin out from ya bathroom sink ready to choke you out when you just wanna sleep, tired and to make it all worse then monsters kick it with Riot drainin creative juices out of you, now you uninspired which may be a good situation, because your rhymes were in bad taste and like Jim Carry you the liar liar cuz you aint done half the shit we did not rockin a bandana, got a ski mask kid cuz i used to paint up walls now im redecorating the halls with blood from other cats who was weakened by the lyrical lashing they received thought they could hang with the big dawgs, but they runaway like i was Jigsaw when i ask "wanna play a game with me"?
IM 3 EVIL ENTITYS, THAT GOT SENT TO ME, POSSESD BY DEMONS FROM THE LAST 5 CENTURYS, SHUT UP BOUT JIGSAW PUZZELS, SEE UR BLOOD, MAKIN BIG 4 PUDDLES, U MADE UR GRAVE, DIG UR SHOVEL. U MIGHT BE ROCKIN A SKI MASK, BUT I COULD MAKE U FLEE FAST, WHEN U SEE A BOMB BLAST, THAT'LL LEVE UR ASS, IN A PLASTERR CAST, GET SMOKED LIKE A RASTAS HASH, THIS A STICK UP, PASS THE CASH, U DONT SKI BUT U STILL MASKED, U FASS, GET SKOOLED IN THE MASTER CLASS, SUMIN I SAID OUT LOUD AN DIDNT WANNA FORGET Im Fresher Than A Summer Breeze, This Shits Fun To Me, Lyrics Come Wit Ease, Cuss I Bun Up Trees,
how can you destroy mobb deep like that, i dont get it i should hit you in the face, cut you in little pieces and send you back in the middle of africa you bite so hard, i should call you shark the fat ass, aight? you frontin i give you this, but the skills you claim, i see none of them you think you rock like eminem, bitches like you im killing em your a fiend of my flow, just watching me spit make's you trip like a crackhead that didnt get his dose, im dope like the blood of a cyclist, you know it you just hate when i push you down and hit you in the face bitch
the rhythm of the street is somethin very tragic. the flows and blows always landed like a bandit. evergreen scenes women wanna fathom havin, but you the man and cant lend yo hand cause you ran your whole fam into the ground searchin for sound. callin all your homies lookin for ya next pound so you can serve the next round. your homies want delivery like you were fed ex ground. walkin clockin on the bus stopn n the pigs comin want'n ta talk n, now you on ya way ta city courtroom cause that pig you got 2 sockin. they released the beast into the denver city streets and now hes on a hunt pig stalkin. any black n white thinkin he gonna get ta poppin, wait now you stoppin. now your thinkin a lil clear with the doja in the brain, gotta find a way ta maintain the thc feelin ta gain, broke out runnin full strain slippin over evry grain, gotta find ya boy wit the lime green lung drain, feelin awkward like a stock herd. the shock reverb now ya speech is sluured wakin from the noise you heard, sounded like a cat purred, but ya visions scured alcohol in you blood stream the last story was a dream did i make it out clean or am i stuck in a cycle of these things makin my ears ring like when mariah carey sings through my temporal lobe the x stings last nights frights and lights were in the middle of the forest i got bug bites. amazingly last nite there were no fights, some dudes even showed up on motor bikes yellin yikes cause the seen like 23 dikes all eva mendez look alikes sike!
It's hopeless...through all of this smoke, I've lost focus I'm dreaming of being so rich, but so far...I'm homeless That's show biz... Broke but nobody seems to notice So I speak through poems and pray the right door opens I can never take back actions or the words that I've spoken All the people I've let down, the promises I've broken I got the world on my shoulders, and I know I can't hold it Buckling at my knees, at the seams I am folding some fuckin...other shit. bad moods inspire me to write often.
its hard sometimes but life goes on, after night, there comes a dawn. . . always a new day for the on coming the signs of hope keeps your heart running for all the shit we put up with in this world as people we pray in the bad times, but don't turn to the steeple in the best of the best we bask in success but then we confess that we hold a lot of stress somedays we're down in the gutter, worst of the worst somedays we don't realize who should really come first...
I faced the fact I'm not what my moms wanted/ she got in my face,tried to put me in my place,saying im on the wrong road,she taunted. She says i try to act a different race,says im a disgrace,I was ecstatic/ I said bitch its my turn,listen up,now hear me out,I said it so quick,Like it was automatic/ I told her how i lived,from the sippycup i sipped,to the weed i be smokin,now im chokin/ I wanted to let her know the life I live,give me a chance to explain,loosen my chain/ livin the life of a thug,rackin everything i need,making other bleed,sometimes insane/ but,I'm clearly not a thug,look moms I pay your bills,help you through dramatic thrills/ I know i've done wrong,but this my song,so you just listen,just quit bitchin/ my grades are fucking pathetic,my health is bad,I believe I need medic/ but nothing stops me from runnin this shit like a track meet,I'm still on my own feet/ don't lean on others,tells others to get like me,but they don't see,the real me/ I'm silky smooth,keep it in line,while others be cryin,tell me I'm way to serious/ But actually I'm just real,but just prepare my meal,i'm just curious/ what happens if one day I leave and never come back,living off of shoplifting/ You'll see,I'll show you,I'm independent,now your ridiculious,your tripping/ told me to stop talkin like a thug,but you really just need a hug/ to settle your upset emotions,causing comotions,over nothing that you think is something but clearly your wrong. blahh.
Look at this song,I got mad ryhmes rollin off the tip of my tounge. ryhmes tight as a noose,they'll leave you hung/ haha ill finish this later.
baby girl you my world, and i dont wanna let you go like a bong hit got me feelin this shit, head to toe its all butterflies and smiles when im talkin witchya like a special moment in time, i dont wanna forgetchya took a mental picture of you, and i see it in my dreams like our lives is being projected up on the big screen even though my life is crazy you still wanna be my lady and like cheesy love songs i can only say i love you baby i gave up drinkin every night, because that you aint like and i started chewing gum because you said smokin aint alright and all night i dont even sleep because you always on my mind like damn is this really happening are these feelings really mine? close curtains mane, this is the end of the show and again, baby you my world, and i dont wanna let you go... haha.. Small Time Love.
im back like the fuckin chyropractikly whack i am a bomb shelta and a radio shack a taco bell for when you fuckin cravin a snack rehab for all you hobos cravin the crack i dont care if you white or you black you start beefin my ass and i start to attack lyricly kick you in your sac and hope you fight back then finnish you with a dope ass smack cant seem to live without the sound of the klick klack im bullet proof like my jacket is flak so fast that i hit the trains as they roll down the track got all them toys wantin to lick at my ass crack and all them haters too scared to talk smack im just back
now whos gonna make me act a fool bitch dont you know i carry tools aint scared to pull it out on all of yous bwoy you should know thugs dont play mind ya p's and q's watch what you say like crack my bullets make ya brain decay rot away in the casket wont see another day cuz your words come outta bulls ass had to act like you knew something, get brash now you get mashed, face smashed and because of you im on the other side of the glass talkin to my mama and my baby they cryin even though one day maybe ima get up outta this cell and bring hell because you had to fuckin play me got caught up so you snitchin steady bitchin that the shit werent worth it to begin with what the fuck how you gonna say you was down homie? when now you lookin like a straight clown homie better get up off me fore i really lose my patience got the cops nervously waitin for me to take my chow tray in because this aint just talk ima back up what im sayin even if the .44 gotta blow a lid off or two as long as i get up next to you give you a little talkin to and i got a gun, in it six little friends they all go faster then you, and wanna make ya life end BLA BLA BLA! and off they go one by one into your dome skull explodes from too much pressure now i got bits and pieces of brains on my dress shirt run up and you finna get gunned up mane. Small Timin' it!
yo sketch3 lets have a rematch theres only one catch you have to try to sound skillfull when you spit back and when you lose dont have yourself a panic attack i spit ryhmes off the toppa my head, you're lyricaly dead you dripping red from the big ass hole in your empty head i got street cred, you get knees fed- to your face. your a disgrace and a burnout like bill and ted. im educated, you need special ed i know a bout ted, he's you boy friend he pegs you in the rear end you see a fine ladie and your penis bends you know im fresh and i think i frighten you i crazy so you dont know what im gonna do but i can most definatly promise dude, your probly gonna need the paramedics to come find you when what i choose to do to you is through
u wanna start shit, but im ending this, swinging swords at ligaments and apendeges, no way to defend this snitch, talk all big, but u pretendin bitch, if im offending pricks, when i tell em to fuckoff, im only recomending it,
too short, you got nothing to say to my words thay spray cause you cant deny when i say your sex is gay ive been looking forward to THAT all day? man im dissapointed, i exspected more and now im wondering what i did this for out last battle was like a fun ride, now you sad, like some widow whos hubby died im not gonna lie, i actually thought more of you, but them weak words are worse than some that moner do and that is true