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LiLi and Troy..i like the topic yall came with..ill try to switch to topics with a little deeper meanings..its just im workin on punchlines and metaphors...right now..

but hip hop needs a ressurection..

ill be sure to address the issue..
Keep the drops coming though

PC

Sinceer came hard with that one...for once even i am speechless.....PSYCHE!!!

but for real that s**t was good. way better than anything PJ ever writes

it�s a state of upheaval,
as I come full circle like the �round table� and go medieval,
gangsta rap is for the people?
it represents drivels of evil,
not symbolic like the eagle.
I�ll compare to call it a seagull,
like cigarettes why is that s**t legal?
Ceo�s in the rap game huddled..sex SELLS!!
ban these so called rappers in double X L
the games on red alert, the sirens blurtin
it�s a cold war on commercialism I got the iron curtain
the content today, that plays on radio waves, is raps dire version
no rappers can go rounds with the underground, not even a belled bout
old school rap got that thunder sound,
MC�s today are the super bowl, just �sell outs�

troy ima f**k you up. im getting no love in the forums yo. i ran that s**t on ES, don't even doubt it

this is the premiun blend, that gives pens meaning
send greeting cards to fleeting dreams and keeps my track repeating
you recieve nose-bleed seating, the believers sit on stage
and recite my lines with me, in my books, page by page
you're a trend, a fad that was cool for a minute
but isn't coming back unless hammer comes back in it
everybody's got a hidden agenda
people try to keep their mixes fresh outta the blender
ill end ya, whole phallical napolean complex
i hide takn calibur cannons in my hanes like s**t stains in congress
im too honest, they got me on tape for evidence
i rapped about eating p***y, they tagged me for eating the president
im everything that the kids wanna be when they get old
get big, get a tattoo in g=code and get gold
speak in genomes giving birth to c-notes, it seems
i breed evil in the hearts of the previously decietful
freedom reigns and teeters on the edge of extinction
but i still don't have the incling as to why the warning light is blinkin
sinking into the dirt with the worms and the earth
welcomes you like distant cousins bringing frankincense and myrr
from far off, i saw the sawed-off gripped in your limp wrist
i can see a b***h from a distance of more than a million inches
since its, the topic of discussion, get off my nuts, i still run the room
i make a habit of jumping mountains like sand dunes
man some dudes don't understand that metaphysics is explicitly dropped
but aknahlij'd at the drop of the bomb
stop it, salam
tropical storms, f**k it, topical palm tree swingers
im sending back all of yall who bring it
so if you got another question for the doctor,
sit still and take it, feels something like kissing helicopters
ill cut your gal bladder in half and make wifey a bag outta your fucked lungs
ill take a pause in between dissing you so maybe you can come up with one


psyche, i steal the mike like ike stole tina's pride
i've been through more weak minded teens than suicide
between you and i, their is no as or like
you stand in between me and my brethren just to pass the mic
fake n****s can't stand the might, cuz im realer than common cold
taking control, your nostrils can't inhale the smoke my fire invokes
i admire the balls it takes to see the opportunity
and grab it, but im about to make a habit out of making n****s look foolish see
im in every line you heard spit over a solid beat
i inhabit the tracks that other n****s claim as property
i write that words that to most seem demeaning or absurb
ill give em a number 1 that always comes in at third
im a steal a line once from scotty hogan,
sticks out in mind
why did the number eight fear the aknahlikjd one
cuz ak 8 9
i bit the f*****g jugular offf of it, called it a leach
laid it in the scrap heap, just another number resting in peace
because of me
you f*****s becomes corpses, of course its a slaughter
im shitting on your sofas, kicking it with the grand wizards daughter

what!!! i ran s**t in ES!!!! i am still the man. just because you dropped one long post doesn't mean your man

let me partake in handshakes
before jizza start ceasing heart beats of anyone is my vicinity
making victims of average citizens
you'll be special once i lay in you in the obituaries as confidential
ill make the whole city spin
on the tip of my empty pen
i lay the forms out on canvas and ask you if we're still chillin in kansas
im a cancer, a matter of fact, a type a cat who jumps gaps and never looks back
ill make you aware of anything other than stable
when i choke you with the cables, and suplex your through a kitchen table
im fully able, full posable, notable, cloaked in wool
still a damn G
quickly switching to plan B,
stiching your damn feet i amputate on the dance floor
lancing the sore, and you really think you gotta take romantic chances more
you need to get faces outta the bush, and realize that you're shook
got ya read like a short book
you're not worth a short look, i berth a court rook
and put him before a king, yo he really got took
dicks trying to put up lines that i already retired
i admired your effort but your weapons are tired
tired? i just got started, n****s departed i stayed posted
and roasted those who got too close the toaster
keeping the mic up in its holster on the hip
riding this roller coaster of life as if this is my last trip

troy, i made the ES room. just cuz i didn't get comments doesn't drop me off the radar. i ran that for a year before you logged on first. don't let your ego get in the way of your honesty yo. lmao

post something, yo. im the only one holding down DYR all of a sudden? come on troy!! cade! mikey!! where yall at?

Gettin ready for the battles ahead...

Feel free to offer feedback or quiver...
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The �drums� beat, like mallets to ya ears,
u have trouble being honest when you battle sincere,
I walk with my head low, and the ratchet-raised,
With a halo ur just 'dead weight' like a casket-grave,
its no fiction when I strike with friction like a match lit blazed,
the pretense is in ya defense you cant match this play,
i have ya shake more then cameras in a boot leg
Sin will fire at ya rims, but I don�t shoot pegs
ill let ya ride home, but you cant handle �bars�
f**k your bike, cuz on the mic I dismantle cars
I grip the axe, you cant spit the wax blowing candles hard

Both of yawll quit popping your jaws.

I came
I spit
I conquered

LOL

On the real though, glad to see this s***s popping back up

Ya'll got me buggin up over here! LMFAO!

I RAN THAT MOTHA F****N S**T IN THE E.S.!!!!!

WHAT?

SAY SUM'N!?

:P

Oh and......

I know ya'll been waiting......

*( | )*
*shakin booty*

LOL i missed that s**t

Good battles... good times...
runnin out them peeps dat thought they had rhymes..
::cool::

look guys...i ran ES...i run WC...it's just the way life is. i run rap forums. it's almost what i do for a living. its early in the morning and i don't feel like thinkin. i'll drop somethin soon...peace

Lmao! Troy, you are such an easy target. I see you on the side lines talkin s**t. Such a shame you follow in my footsteps but think you are the leader. Guess I just got so far ahead of you that you just dont realize you are a follower. LMAO!

follower my a*s. i was dropping s**t in this forum by myself for like 2 weeks. cuz none of y'all would step up to the plate. all this new interest in the forum is a product of my work ethic. get off my nuts!!!

speak these words to make my point.
How dare you call me bright,
then steal my right to an education?
Working twice as hard for half the credit,
then being classed as whiny because I said it.
Ignorance is not bliss.
I won't stand for this diss.
Working hours and hours with no sleep,
so I can keep, up with your standards.
Of clothing, of speeches,
that stick to me like leeches,
which I shed off with every word I speak,
until I stand in front of you all, naked,
And in the light of this truth,
nudism is the boldness of my soul.

this is following the topic of the persons last drop


Lifes rotating axis spins my head/
my soul constricts as my skin is shed/
in solitude my search is done, I elude the day/
united entities to bare all only in a nude parade?/
the proof is weighed, only with the use of traits/
often then not we find it easier to seclude our rage/
when will the bad karma cease
when feelings our bottled up an released
like a pit bull of its leash
and in the heart of an individual arteries pump stable/
even in those victims who sit alone at the lunch table/
I used to stare and reflect, and see my fears in their eyes/
compared was respect, it was clear through the lies/
it�s the remedial caste system with the lesser guilds/
steam of thoughts are like closed pipes the pressure builds/
an ego with its head up its a*s, no wonder the gestures yield/
someone always trying to test your spiel, contest what�s real/
lets condone within our bones, what deep down in our chests we feel/
we are all one but divided, were confided to be killed then be reborn/
crops of souls, it�s a lost control, even when were all children of the corn/

That was awesome. You showed me up, made mine look like rags. That was sweet!

all in favor of troy getting his head out his a*s and seeing the truth, say "I"