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i consider myself first up, each time i bust
lady's love the touch, if its not rough, then they ain't worht a f**k
get into trouble with the borders, these girls are crossing the line
and i'm just trying to find a way to coax the coke away from my dime
im lying, but not just to say i did
honest to only my condoms, "say hi kids!"
six nine, sick rhyme, i deliver so refined insightfully
got the government thinking bout signing me
i got the underground buzzing when i stomp my feet
i bless the ground, too bad you b*****s are underneath
f**k the crowd, f**k the cash and the complements
f**k common sense, f**k home sweet home and the mantle we set it on
peddle on, i got bigger fishes to fry,
the bigger b***h, i cry, don't be mistaken
but i still manage to be a bigger guy than the LA lakers
fakers roll up attempting to be hard
i flash my scars and they fall out
i call out to DYR and stars come out
we jack up the status quo, make middle class poor folk
make the middle path a bad joke told in a porno
that w***e stole every bit of sense left in me
so i dropped the topic like a magazine and picked up another twenty
pennies to the dollar, dollars to the rock, rocks to the head
im the red on this block
smoothe operator, press zero and wait kid
can i get a listing of all preps and racists
this s**t basically the illest strip of tapestry
ever tramsitted into pixels on this laptop screen
and if you got something to say about stone cold facts
ill throw you on your back through a mat of thumbtacks

"Just me and Troy rippin like a birthday package"- Perry Spadoni

no truer words were ever spoken.....

ante up b*****s. DYR is in the building!!!

i drop heavy knowledge like Dumbo landed on his a*s
Lyrical bandit, so i use flows, grabbing all your cash
kinda like Gambit, command your kinetic energy
you don't exist, like sympathetic enemies
you can't revive hip hop cuz there's insufficient remedies
speechless is the what the holy pendant rendered me
but it didn't last
i started spitting as soon as the food for thought entered me
i enter broads like Bruce Lee entered the dragon
i was born in December
so the month after November we're fasting
pay me homage as your leader and God
who the f**k do you think taught the Sheiks the jihad?
i'm on a one on one battle with Lucifer
I'm a loser sir
so i proceed to assassinating Jupiter
slaughter capital
so i find bliss in the gore
and n****s feel me like the tits of a w***e

where y'all at? maybe i'm just to ill for the lounge...

Lord knows the kid has talent

since nobody else is spitting i guess its up to me to keep the lyrical torch lit....

FREEDOM!!!!
that's the battle cry being shouted over the shots and explosions
we go to war on the wetlands but we can't stop the erosion
its all being taped just to max the exposure
blood , sweat, and tears
every soldier lacks his composure
i take whack emcees and make a fool of em
crack the tabernacle and conquer Jerusalem
slay Saddam and Osama's men
bombing em
and raiding the tomb of David and Solomon
that's a lotta men
who'll never see freedom
take em by the hand and i lead em
to the Nile where i feed em
to the crocs like the Egyptians did the Israelites
vivid fights during the darkest, explicit nights
it's sick when the Devil takes a virgin and rapes it
then he nails Christ right back to the star labeled by David

this one was kinda s****y but i don't see anybody else droppin s**t

The king has returned to reclaim the throne
I apoligize to the haters for taking so long
Salivating at the mouth, begging to hear insults
Following with a tape recorder, a papparazzi cult
Bouncing from town to town with my mic and my smile
Campaigning for mercs, relieving this stress gon take a while
Hitting the streets for soldiers, Like Bush I'm conjouring fools
Holding 3 guns but using my pen as my tool
Three step process Imma show you n****s what to do
Insult the silly motherfuckas, when the start bucking
Accept apoligies from, the motherfuckas when the get on they knees
Now they bid to your beckon call, I aint never said please
I laugh at the times, the sickened ways of the world
Wrapped around my small finger, this is my world!
Politicing in the hood, I'm running for office
My opponents can't make it to the conference
Them b*****s is lined up in coffins
Don't worry if you hear Bush coughing
His throat was shallow, I got my check in the mail
It was his love offering

Freedom!!!!
You damn right that's the cry we ask for
As I'm pulled over, just for driving my nice car
F**k the war, It's a battlefield off the front porch
I'm in the forefront, holding the torch
Imma lite up captiol hill, like a Barbeque
You keep laughing at the war, till the next soldier is you
Control over us, they will never be through
With teaching you to kiss their a*s, they gonna band hip hop and screw
Keep smirking and batting them eyes, thinking this s**t I'm saying aint true
Till mainstream pop, is force fed to you
How many n****s without a penny, without s**t to eat
Whilst 3,000 miles away, n****s got plenty to eat
Homeless in the captiol of the richest f*****g nation
Do we need more motivation??
I read the f*****g paper, with no intent to be inspired
As all politics, continue to balance on the puppeteers wires
Listen to my words, let me spark that fire

One Nation!!!
That's the s**t they keep feeding us
Damn right One Nation, but they keep f*****g dividing us
Let it happen, Don't buck it, they will continue to kill us
March on the town
Cause some f*****g hell
Get thrown in the jail cell
As our brothers keep dying for Texas f*****g oil wells
Get a raggedy as bike, with a gun rack
Squeak it all the way to D.C. One shot is all it takes
Cause it's gonna be so loud, they gonna cheer in Iraq
Like a virgin girl, Bushs' mind hasn't been penetrated
That's because the right m***********s, have never been motivated
Pop his cherry, crack that b***h in the jaw
You do it good enough, you aint gonna have problems with the law
Everybodies waiting, don't delay. It will be sweet divinity
Make Bush feel death and you have taken his virginity
Make that b***h fear for his life, as the gun presses his temple
Watch him cry then let him go, and watch him run to the next
Muslim Temple

bout f*****g time...i was starting to worry....maybe hip hop is dead...once they kill me

that was lame yo. lol

hip hop, sin't dead its dormant inside our mind state, a cell
a blind race ran by a mime with a snowball's chance in hell
i put the hooks to my rhyme books like i know what u did last summer
i know that before adam's song, there came the idea of chugging liquid plummer
undercover obnoxious, waiting for the right time to unleash my apoxy
and stick you like a jab from rocky
call me cocky, but i ain't came yet
you paying in advance, but you keep writing the same check
who fcuking asked you to put me on blast
and tell planet that i can't tell your face from your a*s, dig it?
i brain storm tunnel whirlwinds that rage the south pacific
and laid the foundation for pessimists and cynics
live it everyday, and you'll see my angst, feel my paint
spreading krylon across your tanks
bustas can't even fathom the fathoms im spitting at em
emphasis on mental mathentics and pushing over the live stock and sleeping cattle
peeping toms on the blocks, breaking my logic down to ebonics
taking my supersonic tempranics and tranforming my lines into robotics
so drop it, im so new orleans
that even the jeans i rock got
goth written on em
hot topic dropping on em
you thought it was hot in the saunas, man, im baking n****s in jamaica queen
roll that town up like footage of barbque baked beans
im the king on the throne with the mic and a choice
of whether to execute by guillotine or with my voice
i speak like iraq right after the attacks
we don't want your type in rap, you trying to make gold from scrap
i practice alchemy in every state but solitude
playing god with the lot of you, pedal to the throttle reaching for the corkscrew
torque few can match or handle, i drop wax that can increase the life of candles
wife in sandles, kids in mommy's cameltoe, and daddy's got both behind his asking you which hand to show
you get the one with the middle turned upwards
and i keep these fiends bright yellow like mustard
got hardened criminals running for the hills
and im moving in for the kill
bullets sitting in the barrel, resting on my congested will
professor will you give me a pill to make the lime light fade
cuz i don't want the mic if i gotta live my life on a stage
im ready to say "peace out" and head for the time clock
ready to punch out and make time stop

it wasn't lame...you still ain't as ill as me though...

ill as what, f**k ya fam, yo, your side show is getting canceled
ill hold you over the fire and smash you on this anvil
pain pills couldn't kill the pressure the hammer drops
anecdotes, sotries tell of no antidotes you f*****g jokes
you can go on and talk, flirt with the boys
while i'm off to the side wondering why the water's turquoise
hurt toys who try to nic my patterns, i let em have it
and come back harder than bad habits
god d****t, i been spitting these 16 since i was 13
i merk foes that don't heed the warning, i smoke coke fiends
you catch skeet like hotel bed sheets, i breathe deep
and heave leaks like levees into these busy streets
ease the movement like fat people use grease through doorframes
i'm coming in last cuz im the best like sleep and surnames
your name is b***h, man, can all that tought talk
you'll be lying on my sidewalk cuz you couldn't squeeze fast enough
i left sprite cans and vicatin bottles in my vapor trails
you killing me is like holding together wood with paper nails
you fakes is getting stale, i flail my arms in an attempt to pull in some samaritans
i've killed more white teens than herion
blame me, fam, you put a notch in my waist band
defame a made man and made his bling change hands
turning you furburger-having b******s to urchins
in the bottom of the toilet bowl, yo, its curtains for you vermin

hip hop ain't dead till they show up in kenner with the armed forces
guns blazing at the 6 or n****s atop black horses
we'll never be in forbes as the world's riches
but the D still flip swtiches and treat ya dawgs like b*****s

I live, breathe, s**t, and bust for rap
yall are fake as bras when ya stuff the strap
I rap through worm holes, I crush the black,
matter in the thread of space and time
I swallow liquid fire an a can of mace with limes
my scriptures are imbedded you cant erase the signs
I come in the clutch, one touch I can encase a mine
I live, breathe, s**t, and bust for rap
I give weed scripts, I love the bags
�quick drop..i ll be back for more..got to hit the sack..pun intended..

I thought I'd step in this b***h and make my name known,
So far on this site poetry has been the main thing shown.
Almost like I went underground,
Yet under the flowetry the hip hop is still found.
Giving me the roots to my rhythmic nation,
The base of makes my poetic foundation.
Put away the grit, to shine in spoken word,
If you listen close,
My urban spirit is still heard.
I've come a long way,
Once a seed, now full of fruit.
When I pick up the mic,
Everybody screams "please don't shoot".
And so I salute,
All of those that lead the path before me.
Without Afrika Bambaataa
And Kool Herc
Hip Hop wouldn't be a part of me.
Starting with two turntables,
Graffiti and the style of break dance.
Giving those of ethnic backgrounds,
A new way to take a stance.
Wanting to be heard,
And music opened up the door.
At first hip hop was political,
It wasn't always hard core.
Grandmaster Flash,
Run DMC and Jam Master Jay,
Def Jams first succesful artist,
LL Cool J.
These being the founders,
Giving me the verbal ability to speak in rhyme,
Opening the doors at a less fortunate time.
I speak for those before me,
Raise a fist in the air for Jamaican Pride.
Without the Jamaican dance and beat,
Hip hop would have had nothing to provide.
Rest in Peace,
Those caught up in the hip hop war.
More caught up in the fame,
Losing purpose of what a true emcee is for.
As I listen to the radio,
To each commercialized verse.
I bow my head and pray,
As I watch hip hop carried away in a hearse.

Yeah.....I've still got it.

Damn....white girl has SKILLLLLLLZ!

still ain't as ill as me though....*pouts*

frozen....
there hasn't been a web of freestyles that I have woven..
still I'm having a hard time wit motion..
as my emotions been spread around like lotion
yes, a fucked up notion--but F**K IT!

my life been on fast forward then stop
no time to pop, be gamblng before the flop
where are the lines dat I want to drop?
Inside.. perhaps this is the time that I confide
so you others can take my ride in my life
wit no stop lights, in and out
never at home, In the outside world is where
I've been on the roam, searching for that liquid with unwanted foam
BEER!...
Liqour, seeing who can take the most shots, but not get drunk quicker
fading away in the darkness, the lights no longer flicker
getting lost in the third eye on the heirogliphics sticker.

Work's a b***h as I take the blame no snitch-trying to stay emotionally rich
thinking about this beautiful blonde I want to be wit.
to which...things are haywire and on the fritz..
But she's strong, before long things will be fine wit nothin wrong
And she be oing is singin her fav song...
FERGALICIOUS....

this is what the forum should look like at all times!!!

and in the heart of darkness here comes....Significance

hip hop died the day i slit my wrists in the tub
cuz i fell for music...
but the b***h wouldn't give me no love
so i poured some s**t in a cup
took my sleeve, lifted it up
said "what the f**k" and proceed to cut
man it felt so sweet when the skin peeled
i'll never kneel
with an iron will to bend steel
watching the red nectar discolor the water
SELF-SACRIFICE
i'm the pagan that crumbles on the altar
i've been dead ten years
still laughing at those who fight for the crown
cuz i and only i had the balls to f****n die for sound
i am around every time someone tries to resurrect me
bring hip hop back
to find the cause of death you'll have dissect me
inspect my gears, see what made me tick
the answer will never come like an aborted baby's dick
hip hop didn't poison itself
i was injected
i died the same day gangsta rap was invented

I feed on death, and im going into battle a starved fighter
feather footed Im quick to step, �abort� victims with barb wires
It�s hot iron, hard fire, bend the law or sanctity, I�ll disbar biters
I radiate radical renditions of verse and �rose� with infrared �thorns� acts to men
I swear sworn wrath with sin, breathe is death like air born pathogens
no longer with my chin up, but I stay close to bars
Infuse and listen, its Confucianism with a dose of Sars
yall stay with greed glutton, a devotion to the cake
my purity is nothin, even when I turn oceans into lakes
becuz it�s a fresh flow, the man practice, anyone in text know,
its like the grand rapids, my rap spits will crack ribs, so lets go,
i got colder scares, I blind like a solar flare, ya brawl impaired
no mercy, im raw but fair, just know I stay solo like solitaire