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I'm one of many with the glow and wind fore blows ,
Sheeted like a lake in the snow wit reptilian toads ,
The reason I don't know , I think I'mma angel in a mist ,
My fog is history and the gods up high speak of my elegance ,
I live in luxury with the wind evening up with luck ,
My songs pierce souls to their pits and their left for stuck ,
I'm levels up with amazing awards for my killer chords ,
You'll "picture" your demise before you even "see" the floor
nah virb do what you do. I'm cool... Whatever happens happens. lol...
I'm blazed up , my knuckles see'n the blunt exposed ,
Fingers rolled up wit the trigger on the milli off froze ,
Breachin bottles of drink on a half ounce or a pint ,
Chicks dancin wit they chests out in a joint that I likes ,
You half the sucka my real foes are , I grant damage ,
to fake Gangsta's frames goin toe to toe wit the hammers ,
I speak clean as a tricks pockets when it goes to a pimp ,
Fly wit this weed it got me lifted like I jumped off a cliff
I drop seldom like Tyson or haley's comet... returned to vomit and defecate on any opponent who registrates, I said my grace, finished my race, the state of my mind got New York plates, I moves the weight, May the 8th be with you... anything I slang straight official, to keep your health, let God teach you things you can't teach yourcelph, let your spirit melt in the chorus of this metaphoric, off, you'll be better for it, let that revirb at your liesure, I observed two nerds exchange words, both of y'all, are tips off the same berg, my ball's.. I sun'd you, either by shining bright, or my big ass dick caused an eclipse and turned day into night, A day in the life, both you dudes could try to walk in my shoes and combined couldn't do it twice, now go play nice before I terminate life like an exterminator searching for mice to sacrifice into the afterlife because my words are greater
- ILL Finesse
Ah sorry bro, my bad. No offence intended, I was just playing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Soar Kaid
its cool virbius I just got a bit frusterated. Its a cypher anything goes. Plus I don't think you'll be deducted for it. lol. Do you man.
Man , when I play wit the heat my palms get shakey ,
Cuz I'm outta the gates like a tour car named mercede's ,
That means I'll ride on you , fourth gear or even the top shift ,
Put the guage to ya skull and write you off wit ya top split ,
I spit that crack often like ya boys Styles P , and Jada Kiss ,
Get ya face "polkered" wit the "aces" in the game like haters get , (polked or pokered...ha)
Dog you got baby writs , but like I'mma stop being crunk ,
Like a marathon I guide my self to ride the beat on these chumps ,
Your a hoax on the net , let me catch you inside of a joke ,
I float on the site like bots while I hunt to expose your last posts
...just playin around...
Nah, in retrospect I don’t feel great about going at you when you were trying to enjoy a chill cypher. It was poor form and I appreciate you calling me out on it. Peace!
Yeah of course your “palms are shaking” coz my drops are nuts.
You know, like, shaking a palm to drop coconu... I mean, what the fuck?
When you chat br...
No, wait, sorry... when ‘some’ chat breeze about their heat, it’s common stuff.
When I get their palms shaking, ain’t a tropic gust.
I ain’t tryna hurt your feelings, so there’s a lot that’s not discussed.
And now I feel a certain way, but, let’s pretend it’s not disgust.
Uh... Dog, you seem like a... born shooter.
You rapped about an “ace” and it sure ‘suit’s ya.
Since this a nice, polite cypher, I won’t mention your short future,
And I definitely ain’t gonna say you’re a Soar loser.
I roll wit my homies froze from the neck by the green,
Life's hard like a ballin court shootin wit the greats and older G's ,
But I'm young at age , the guns got them inside of the skies ,
Cat's is hateful , they talk about blazin the weed like Tech 9's ,
I adjorn from that cuz I judge some cat's is hard wit guts ,
I pull up in a blue mercy cripped out wit the insides plush ,
You see the world got money and people is well taught ,
wit the drama leveled off the block and guns on every cop ,
Food today like soul leave ya stomach on end of grea-sy ,
and if you good wit ya talk and quotes these chicks is ea-sy ,
that's how it is and understand that it aint to be changed ,
We live this in trips to other cities that rule inside of the game
Virb you aint hear the war call yesterday that I'mma warrior ,
I'm the one to put ya thoughts in a messed up "state" like California , (burnt up state boy)
I'mma steal you like craig did debo , kaid will play the star role ,
When I slip in like a theif wit grenades stole from ya bomb hole ,
Yes I'll blow you up wit rhymes , dog who could you trust ,
I'll explode ya dome , your hoodie eroding your head wit atomic dust ,
It don't matter who shot you , my gun shakin slugs off in ya grave ,
I'm like an architect cuz these bullets gettin graphed on to ya brains
Im here to complain, you queers are lame
No fear, I'm just saying, stand clear
This ain't fair, no comparison, you faker than Leaf Erickson day, I move and shake in an arrogant way, for dessert I'll have a creme brūlĕĕ, return with some fire shit and I'll say touche, but I ball all damn day like NBA2K, so this can go two ways, you can die today or tomorrow, escargot my car go 150, swiftly, word to biggie, the affinity within me rekindles the rentals in Lincoln continental's, go back to the hotel and do something confidential, let me compliment you, but before I make the night monumental I gotta rock the mic and end who? I intend to defend truth righteously, the best to ever do it I might just be,
-iLL Finesse
I check up on the list while I'm smokin out of my grill ,
I'mma paid artist , lookin to see if they rap like my skill ,
One cat , low brim skim milk look like he's built for the game ,
He's rappin goodly like an angel , but aint good for pain ,
The other dude , he's hard and spits sick like Cann or Cass ,
Talks on his feet like peeps aint ready for the stuff he blasts ,
Either way I'm ready , wonderin what in the streets kept me ,
from steppin to em one by one wit the best flow cuz I'm deadly ,
I Start spittin a hot 16 , glocks waste'n in they lane heavy ,
I'm killin em both wit lyrics to they ears because the streets bred me
He flipped the script like “left alone/ left a loan”,Quote:
Originally Posted by Celph Taut
And that was pretty clever yo,
But it’s some shit I’ve heard before, it’s hella cloned,
So it’s natural that I just ‘lost interest’ when the debts are known.
Called ‘Celph Taut’, and the wordplay there is mad advanced;
He’s basically saying that his battle bars are lacking class.
He said to “check the last page” where I beat him with ease, go read it and see...
Yeah I beasted the scene; you can track the thread back on some Theseus steez.
He’s like “peep the accolades”...
Fuck that, peep the raps displayed.
So, in your past you beat a batch of names?
What happened ay? did battles change? or did your actual brain dilapidate?
It ain’t who you’ve beaten in the distant past that matters mate,
If that’s the case, it’s more about who beat you in your latter days.
Talkin’ bout his accolades, like, ‘one time, before this punchline shit...’
I’mma kill him while he’s sitting reminiscing; this is one sided.
Said I’mma kill him while he’s sitting reminiscing; it’s ‘once-I-did...’
Pfft... (yeah I could never express it better than one sigh did).
I'm flashin money with my charm out , flyin in the popes garments ,
bossed up cat wit so much bread , my guards can go armless ,
I'm matchin wit this Louie V , who gotta do this but me ,
Clothes on like a rap track wit a chain on my neck dunny ,
I fix that dope for my presence , that smoke and bake session ,
Roaches lifted from the zip page , hope the high gives me a lesson ,
I reach for my guns , never put the grip in the vision of haters ,
The piece will roar like a beast when it busts to penetrate ya ,
I'm wearin boots like lugs or tims , two step to the street music ,
Or walk it out electric slide style from the east trance movement
I free on the road , bringin these MC's to the plate ,
Tellin em I get wiped down more than my cell phones face ,
I'm movin clean like Stanley steamers with the leaner ,
I ball like a cat thats been down with the crime schemers ,
I drop those mouth waterin flows , makin you think of food ,
These D's got investigations but aint got none of the clues ,
I make money on the street like its goin outta line fast ,
I spot a minute on my watch but how could the time last ,
You dust ya shoulders off after a deal rollin wit a chick ,
In a dream , livin hood , ridin in a ghost , drivin a stick ,
I’m eatin on my watch while my team eatin at the shop ,
I rock these raps like Versacchi and keep it at the top