ok Before you close it, am doin the links now, but i cant save documents and it was a keystyle, so i had to post it up....ujst a keystyle, feedback would be appreciated...Blah!
nobody on this site gon question me like am a top architect//
I pardon myself, niggaz leavin battles with no heart in there chest//
An i aint playin... cause injury to niggaz with my lyrikal skillz//
....still causin thrills, gettin paid like am workin on tills//
*Pow* am serious niggaz, ye rhymes just worthless am here for a purpose//
I’ll have you huggin the streets like green peace workers//
Reign on me, have vermillion shootin through showers//
an have you hooked on wires like computer towers//
so think of that when you wanna attack on a website//
get ye wig pulled back like over powerin head lice//
see if you can take the pain of this enourmous strain//
ill pause ye vien, fuck around an have a slug in ye brain//
an i stay fuckin, work it out bitches... erection, face//
its hard to concentrate, cos V got more dimes than a church collection plate//
put my dick in my rhymes, and start to rap fast//
little faggit, he didnt bust till 22 like a game of black jack//
keep punchin in keystyles, cos to me rhyme means wins//
wake up... an get a double dosin of head eryday like siamese twins//
dialects of ghosts, packin swords that disect ye throat//
throw up signs on the corner like fuckin’ direction posts//
cos Reg a gangsta... guns in yo raps is just plane lame//
only D block you visitin is a stand at a football game....we poppin//
lights am punchin, process of construction causes life deduction//
nigga thinks hes phat? have the pump to ye chest like liposuction//(oohhh)
this a slug fest, but the slugs at rest, fuck around an have a slug in ye chest//
you can’t fuck wit me... am so dope.... i aint never passed a drugs test//
pull out my gun an lick shit, pull back my leg an kick kids//
put you down on both knees like proposin to midgets//
we talkin bout keystyles, so fuck the lead and sharpners//
pierce ye skin like fuckin’ tattoo and ring parlours//
an my lines straigh, like i rap with drawin’ stencils//
then make rappers the weakest link like anne robinson specials//
before you attempt b, juss know ive been through plenty//
oh you got rhymes...well i keep both hands on the four like sixteen twenty//
shhhh... i rap quiet, sneak up and have ye bones shook....
this is the last warnin.....remember... V been through more MC’s than a scottish phone book//
out...
