I swear I'm the hardest artist since the dude who dropped the Dynasty.
When it comes to the best lyrics, you niggas ain't in the same line as me.
Back then they wanted me, I'm hot they want me more man.
Flow colder than ice makers making ice in arctic snowlands.
I got rapbattles.com confused, and self esteems melt like snow, man!
While they melt I remain solid in my state of precipitation
With my participation in this nation of hatin
I know ya'll waitin on my downfall but this is where I'm stationed
Got em patiently waiting on my flows hotter tha Cajun
Rapbattles skeedattle hand the rappers a rattle
Before I paddle all these preschool basic emcees in a battle....
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DEv is nice I mimick slick shit like bottles of ice
Not nice I hang a bitch for the fact of sacrifice
Techinally advanced you can call me a space man
So why all the hate man you got no 100 grand
You cant spend shit the masterful lyrists
gettin dissmissed to the state of total bliss
Forget God, I'll beat you to death with a Bible
After reincarnation, I'll repeat this simple Cycle
I'm so Icey, I'm easily freezin these Gs
But I spit more flames than Blizzard from M T V
I ain't one of them bitchs afraid to show their Record
Although I've rarely battled, I'll take anyone in any Whether
Ya'll can't change me you can't phaze me,
you can sure hate me but can't seperate me,
from this rap thing I put strategies in a sling,
I don't need bling bling all I need is a mic thing,
1-2 punch makes you develop a hunch,
to much shit thrown at your chest to much to digest,
Tacticz
.. Dat'z right I'm white ....
~ Lifted Minds ~
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im the nigga that niggas fearin me on the streetz
i set shit off like that nigga swizz beatz
nigga get back b4 you get blinded by the ice
i leave lips icy blue ......cus i spit artic ice
im the hottest shit in the nation......since a heater
i got a favorite toy....yall kno him as a heater
ill murder yall faggot wannabe wussies......
my glock be horny.....itll eat out ya face like pussy
<MARQUEE>THE CLOSEST THING TO THE HOOD YOU'VE EVER HEARD</MARQUEE>
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[B]its "young-thizz" spittin game to "young-bitch"//gettin em "sprung-quick" off only a "tongue-kiss", and if u a "dumb-trick" ima empty my "gun-clip"//and watch u and ur crew all "run-bitch"//<<<just a little sumthin
young thizz in the buildin and im feelin like yyyeeeeee
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My brother lace the track and plays it on auxiliary, but before that
I place the raps on the track yo its really me,
my shit sweet like my girl Hilliary, you feelin me,
yo, I make you brace for impact, as my compact skill reacts,
to the blood stained axe, I face cats that peep steel bats,
steal raps, like kids that use cars for real jacks, packs the napsack and rewind my phat raps, The empire of Anshei Amas, you peep this like freak kids thatll poke your carcass, originated from the far side, I work at the IGA part time, come home and start rhymes, live in silence never outside, hate life goona die hopefully tonight,
write what comes to me,
yo, I crease over my many convicted sins,
Creased them like the crease in eminems butt chin,
but then, i can still slap on his raps and bump to that cats freestyle raps,
the machine that cant stop doin what I do,
I pop anyone bro you know im here for you,
Alright,
Im gettin the fam tat of my right wrist, so everyone can no from where i exist,
but before i exit, im goona tell it, like it is, the freestyle bizz, is fucked as it is,
no need for your raps to be out in all that,
fuck that, cut that, snap back lace the track.
true story actually ahahah but i didnt say it in rhymes ahahah
eminems butt chin that was alright ahaha
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
yo i resign in chicago....... on tha east side
were da police die..lil kidz cry
you kno my name ..but dont holla bak
see me in tha streets i got green and white stuff but dont deal wit crack
...you need 2 get ahold of me ima be were im at
....kick off wit tha second verse
only white kid that dont go up n tha booth n neva have 2 rehearse
som call it a curse but more like a blessin...still i keep niggas guessin"who is he"
matter a fact im new 2 tha game...thats y i still recieve welfare n eat roman noodles plain
a yo i get banned from the booth cuz i spit sick shit.
not diaria, but just plain sickness,do u get this?
i'm swift with the rymes cuz i got mental quikness.
go head throw a punchline, my fiery flow would leave yo fist lit.
battle me? just another victim from ma hit list.
so afta this quik.., battle, u thinking *damn i'm never
going to forget this*
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yo im sicker than youi and .......ya hiv
im spittin shit so fast....niggas is startin to time me
i got big guns every i be.....
cus every body in every hood wanna kill me
because the bitch like me........it aint my fault
im so hood....nigga startin to call me the boss
<MARQUEE>THE CLOSEST THING TO THE HOOD YOU'VE EVER HEARD</MARQUEE>
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im what the last guy said...gotta add some more compliments...
i got too big of an ego???just cuz ive got more confidence...
label me the king...cuz im residing on da throne...
label me the king...cuz im riding on da chrome...
label me the king...got ya hiding in ya home...
label me the king...got ya fighting me alone...
muthafucka this is one on one...put my gun on son...
watch him run his tounge...once ive finally won we done...
aint this a ton of fun...
ill have your head for treason...have em remove ya head no reason...
when i hear ya dead its pleasing...
i'm like 2pac in his prime//
angry,verbally its my time to shine//
thug life forever, my heart beats with the streets//
like a porn star to these hoes, face catches the skeet//
test me and get a F minus for your effort to compete//
flows so hard,on impact it knocks out all your teeth//
Im the best that ever was and ever will be,
I strike from the west and move forces through the east,
the peace never cease as gods wanna kill me,
the real me, Resha to the death,
Fightin me, Ill take you to your last breath,
The family crest flows through me like blood circulation,
I control minds like mental manipulation,
leave you in verbal constipation, as I spend time destroyin the US nation,
hyper inflation, desicrating your race an,
but im not racist, Im just blatent for people who diss races,
I place this flow on the track like that,
Combat, is where my bombs is at,
sacrifice your toy like life, to bomb at the real all night,
I can teach you but you must listen,
in order for you to glisten you must begin the biblical mission,
The history of god is long and a myst to me,
leave fakes in a ditch with a lyrical hysterectamee, (wasnt sure of the spellin)
History is a mystery, that confuses you like a visectamee (again ^)
Respect me, like the respect given at funerals,
Humour fools as the night rolls passed and dawn comes up,
fucked up is how I leave you when you betray me,
Ill stray thee like the raps that flow through me...
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
yo look... me being me is the deffinition of a tru G//name's TOUCH so dont get it twisted come thru ya hood alwayz lifted//i got a roll game that beats out steam rollaz//dont b scared jus cuz i drop bouldaz//i stay high every day of my life u tlkin like i aint got game man u get ya girl taken//but still that aint the reason y im a tru G the reason for it is, is that i make my money
like drug dealaz grow treez
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