yo it's funny how bitches wanna know yo name
after u pull up in a dubed out 05 4 door range
niggas think they got u cause they know yo game
but then they think different when u blow yo flame
nigga gettin bread stay on da hustle
get his weight up and aint get no muscles
money power respect aint everything to my homies
I just want people to hear what I'm sayin so they know me
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the wind blows, the airs cold, my minds a mess
the sinned soul, heaven folds, the devil gains the bet
lifes a test, as we search for the best and nothin less
knife in chest, pain is blessed, amongst the fuckin rest
i want nothin more then somethin stored inside a chest
money galore, power of 4, as we die when strived for the best
Most say, up my vocab, complexity's in
In life, most things are SIMPLY SAID with a grin
I rather be passive not saying things to offend
But Hip Hops a gladiator sport expressed w/a pen
Mics and turntables Deejays and Emcees
A booing and whewing crowd we rock to keep them pleased
So I pledge to bend emcees knees reversed liked ostriches
Ostracize all opponents leave their life support up to hospices
Got a mic to hit, soon as I slur spit
From my vocal cords, scream 'til I submit
From bloody murder, fury flowin' in my veins
I Against I, a battle with my bad brains
I'm bout to blow like the smoke from a train
Keep me in your thoughts, so the memory remains
Get chicks wetter, than the dew when it rains
Dangerous than stepping on an Iraqi airplane
The hardest thing to do is stay alive and well
When you're endangered and locked behind a cell
I question everything though never ask why?
Never hustle my soul like my name was Sun N.Y.
This is my ode to the love of my life
But I never change for pussy, I just drill and drive
Covered in camouflage, cut like a chemist
The army has no choice but to enlist an anarchist
pussy tommo didnt want to battle me out here we did it over the personal message things i still think i won peep this
His verse:
bitch you lame!,
can you spell ur name,
no! you need help,
thats a dame shame,
ha ha they laughin isis,
don't choke u seemed full of buisness,
u know i think its funny,
how i got down on ur honey,
and road her like bunny,
and you know ur mamma,
i think shes a whore,
on account of all the people,
who knox on her door,
fuk man u thought she worked at the store
My verse:
ok peep this fake ass motherfucker
I own this shit, Tag you wit the biscuit, dont risk it,
get your shit split, peep this as I creep in,
Seep in like osama and the towers,
I reign showers of powers on you coward,
fake dont know nothin did you even hit me back on that rap question yo I wasnt buggin,
I aim for the nug, and bust a slug in your mug,
lyrically, until you fearin me, I rip mics,
into your shit hype, turns right down upside,
you fuckin with my rough side, now im at eleven,
12 I sent ANOTHER rapper to heaven,
but wait that was wrong counting my bad,
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
woke up quick at about noon just thought that i had to be in e-ville soon gotta get drunk before the day begins and my auntie starts bitchin about my friends bout to go damn near went blind young niggas at the cornner throwin up gang signs went the grab my clip with the nine on the side of my hip went outside pointed my weapon just as i thought those fools kept stepen jump in hit the juice on my ride got front and back and side to side
i bring no weight, but i flow great, and I put people on they back like the late OJ /
i have no weak skills, skin under feet peals, and im similar to grass but this weed kills /
Round this bitch time kills itself
No one else.. Move with haste.. Play the hand you were dealt
Scriptures heart felt.. But spoken with pride
Sometimes so hard to find what you feel inside
Look but you take the risk of not finding the answer
This shit will have your head spinnin like a b-boy dancer
yo, who on this earth can compare
i'll give every one of ya niggas a shot,
now who says that rox dont share
yo homie i really dont care
so lets get this clear,
im the sickest lyricist to enter ya ear, ya hear!!
I serve punch lines, like its lunch time
fuck a crunch time, i can murder any nigga wit one line
the verse is much worst, than seein ya self in a hurst
i can make ya heart race, and put holes in ya new shirt
you didnt think you got hit by the shells
till you started to hurt and fell in the dirt
its hard to feel good when nothin below ya neck will work
I hate a cool jerk
dats why i always keep a wesson for protection, you only carry a rubber
sorry brother, but you is one dumb muthafucker
i dont wanna melt ya ass like hot butter
but you a soft nigga so I gotta make you suffer to get tougher
you think you rough well my neck is rougher
the only people i respect is my son and my mother
i love fuckin bitches, but i never tell a girl i love her
i was born in da spring, but I fell in love with the summer
ya boy is a gunner, no wonder
why i keep a tech stashed under every seat in the hummer
ya bitch stay on my lumber, her head game is good
that cluck cluck could chuck much wood,
cuz tha ducks that can really suck mad nut, is them bitches from the hood
as i strive to battle the best i find no contestants
every nigga i flowed against was dead in seconds
no competition or challange
i was born to be the greatest rapper
hip hop is my life, your shit is just a practiced talent
Last edited by RoX-aka-kgh; July 5th, 2005 at 05:09 AM
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
im 2 sick...45 wit extended clips/
yea i got rubber grips/ and blue rags like crips/
now i bang slag, dont really run wit a gang/
but i been know to hang...in the streets/ scuffed nikes on my feet/
bench park i use to sleep/ and if a nucca creep/come correct wit the heat/
give me time like jacob/ then watch what tha kid can make up/
your life was made up/skibbles...of what u whis you had/ in your notepad/
i lived it...you heard about?/ i did it/
is it against my health,i spent my wealth......
on dense welps and condensed stealth.....
books on topics of liften heavy objects.....
holdin steady rockets i already dropped it......
atomic explosion skin riddled with nuclear erosion....
wars my only notion,now i need a peaceful potion.....
grab a handfull runnin through tha sand with out my sandals.....
just another scandal,coroprate scums still feelin trampeled....
my nerves are ample so thats my sample.
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you no theres no way u can take me
next time your see my name it will be on the chapionship borad he he
so yea this means i wanna battle
ill beat u so bad your turn into a little kid and play with your stupid rattle
who sika then me??? nucca plz/
i beat compition wit ease/
and have em second guessin/
they kids...askin questions/ students...learnin new lessons/
im blessin/ the mic wit this god sent flow/
SiDaGeuinus...ya already kno/ tha name mean mo/
tha then just a couple words/ listen as i serve/
food for thought/ ya eyes i caught/
when i write i recite/ thats why my shyt virgin tight/
now follow my light/ have sum respect and plz dont bite
ima get my drink on and kill this flow
freestyle so good got mikey askin fo' mo'
he likes it he likes it hey mikey he does
got niggas singin my rhymes like " 2 turtle doves "
if ya flow is incredible call me super stretch
you'll hit your limit and i wont even extend to my best
more or less
capital A.n.i.M.a.L
will be the guardian at the pearlly gates sending niggas to hell
...::Still Untamed/Uncaged/Unbeaten::...
lol sik nucca...
iight
man im stress out/ cuz everybody on this site is played out/
no mind of they own...stay bitin/ thats why a nucca like me keep writin/
i rip average mc to sheads/ and have em in locs like dreds/
fuck tha nuccas wit vocab smaller then a moped...i break bread/
wit god MC's share G's spread wealth like nestle
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