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i doubt anyone, specifically me..will want to see Troy take anything out of his own a*s..HA.

foreal though

stick to the topic at hand..FREESTYLE DROPS>>

yalls gossip and who claim, she claim shhiit could go back and forth like two china men playin ping pong...hardly as exciting by the way.....so once the Battle forum gets under way, im sure yalls bickering will come to a conclusion. The past is as relevant as two caveman inventing the wheel..no one cares who did it..but the fact that it was invented shouldnt go to waste...let it serve a purpose...meaning show ya skills, and what yall learned from ya past experiences...











sincerely
Sinceer

2 cents can be made dispenseful
Like a murder weapon buried to never be discovered
Got one time playing hide and seek, duck and cover
Syndicates as always on the blunt end of this rage
Slowly my words penetrate, as the ink runs down the page
Want beef? come see me off stage
Pain comes as easy as the blade
Waist deep in drama, my life continues to wade
Trudgging through this s**t, my eyes wide open


Locked up, I done a sweet bid there
Relate it? I aint gonna go there
Still reaping from the f*****g seeds I've sown
Assault charge aint got a p***y class for
Like if I was caught, for flipping home grown
My chip on my shoulder will get me far
Call it an insignia or a motherfucking battle scar
Whatever the word, the s***s stiched to my soul
Without it, my chin falls, Pen and heart are no longer whole
Lyrically popping at the mouth, got him figuratively
Laid down to rest, in a 6 foot hole
And as I bang his b***h, I'm praying
God rest his soul

Life is hard to go down, while I try to digest these signs
what to kill for, there is no billboard that says less is crime
im still bored, nothing to leave my mark that will stand the test of time
my flesh is mine, its not blessed divine, but ill ingest the wine,
why take pride in an image, say im picturesque but blind
Its simple to ones who are crippled, bullets caressed there spine
kids in autism, those in lost prisms, themselves is a quest to find�
Past cultures lived in tombs, culdasak thugs I believe chivalries doomed
so the critics assume..but its not like we get to choose our delivery rooms
Which jail or court, who failed the stork?..who is this impostors THRONE?
Genes to depict if were stale or short, it�s a mystery in a foster home�

MY HEAD IS NOT IN MY A*S!!!

i spit over old school samples with passion and battle-scars
crack the Bridge of D'arnath when i slay the son of Avonar
i'm the Scourge of God
F**k Atilla the Hun
cuz when i snap my fingers i f*****g extinguish the sun
i'll come at you so hard that it'll diminish your sons
they're not even born yet
so this verse must've been visciously done
i pull punches like cats pull the triggers of guns
and when Jesus comes i'll make sure he gets delivered and shunned
but if he makes it outta the wound all in one piece
i'll steal the gifts of the wise man like the pirates in One Piece
even if you enter a marathon, you couldn't run streets
my mental glock shoots stupid bullets
you'd call it dumb heat
i'm hotter than the UV rays that the sun skeets
and i make rappers eat outta dung heaps until their f*****g togues weep

yeah guys...i went there....

UV rays the sun skeets?

LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!

urggg...stop hatin...i'm the s**t

deep deep deep in that yellow a*s you can find this man's head

That's cold hearted Pj.

Troy is more of a target for both racial communities, but I aint gonna go there.

Cause that aint right.

It may be funny as hell, that he has his head stuck up his a*s, but it still aint right..

LOL

I got haters free falling like Lucifer from the heavens
Indicted for lyrical murder, while I was robbing the 7-11
Alibis come easy, when you prowl the streets like a panther
Even got the ruff ryders bumping this white boys anthem
I runs with big boy toys, coulda got a ford, but I swerve in a phantom
Terrible noise as your girls a*s skin peels of my leather seat
Fogging up windows, daydreaming bout murder, to that nice and slow beat
Hitting each stroke in sync, daydreaming on conquering another days feat
My pen is forged with destiny, not easy to bend, fortified steel
Dedicated to the decimation of lyrcists, on bended knee
Anonymous meetings attended for blowing 300 trees
I've built my empire under strict lock and key
Whatever is spit, I gain, under the 60 second mic rental fee
F**k it, take it home keep it a week
However long it takes, compared to my lines, yo s***s still gonna come up meek

Gone Away Extra Verse

sometimes it seems as though these people run from me
like a virus, i try so hard to fight this feeling
its so deep seated, this problem's left imprints in the cushion
they'll be skipping straight ahead no matter how you're looking
al my homies left the kitchen with a napkin when they entered for a snack
i'll all the s**t talking back
but maybe they're too far (gone away)
i sometimes wonder if in a world like this, man could drink his peers piss not to quench his thirst
but to find one way for God to let this s**t work
they're all heart surgeries, blood and split t-shirts
spread out on the gurney, wishing the nurse could press reverse
make a blessing of a curse, and take a lesson from mother earth's purse
yes, i do my best to cope, i keep my chin
bless the pope, his faith done gone away, keeps his lone soul within

"man could drink his peers piss not to quench his thirst
but to find one way for God to let this s**t work "

i dont mean to be slow or stupid..but i dont seem to understand these lines...at least i hope i misinterpreted them...is it wordplay?

no big deal, u had decent metaphors in other parts of the drop though..

When I address battles it�s a �stamp�ede
like mastodons to trample ya whole fam bleeds
from ya p***y bushes to ya family tree
lookin at ya father like�. can he breathe?
not even mother nature herself can stand me
I�m toxic to kill
like sadaam to his hostage
hot spits to spill,
I throw grenades f**k a mosh-pit
Like amnesia patients with keys,
u know I�ve lost-it
my mind sporadic,
with god to perish its divine tragic
U in a hearse is cute, I sin an persecute,
I combine habits
through amped wires I�ll speak,
and damnation will transpire through beef,
I�m the 8th wonder to sette ya steaks hunger, (stakes=steaks)
ya vampires is weak
u never seen a girl nude,
ya whole worlds prude,
watchin girls gone wild you just fondled with ya eyes glued
no surprise dude, you a straight clown with beef like
Ronald at the drive thru!!!

got pj already trying to remix my s**t. my head is still not in my a*s. how come everybody gangs up on me? cuz y'all hating on my mad skills yo!

it needed something more..u know, like skills. lol, u know im jokin

I�m the black hypothesis
Spitting revolutionary conclusions
I brought about the evolution of humans
Sculpting the stonework that will put Medusa to ruin
I already cooked the past so I�m a set the future to brewing
The present�s on my plate
And I�ll eat it before you losers start chewing
I Just Blaze tracks and these producers are booing
Cuz I spit the truth, I�m a shoe in
Like putting your foot in some Nikes
I�m on the mountain overlooking your psyche
I flow until empty, the artist who penned me
Made me battle the emcees who took it too lightly
In the books that I write the�
Prophets were colorblind so Moses parted the White Sea
Carry the torch, shining it brightly
To use the light to blind the Almighty
I fight the powers that be and rightly so
Because they make us senseless so we blindly grope
Finding hope is the reason Prometheus stole the flame
You wouldn�t believe the struggles we overcame
From s****y living conditions
To the most vicious of hurricanes
We fought through the thunder, rain
And lightning
Now we�re in-fighting til you get slain by your brother, Cain

i thought you actually had 2 be good at something to qualify it as a skill homie.

pj you suck for that one. and it's kinda funny that the clown never has anything funny to say

whispering whimpers between two twigs rubbing on each other
i can taste the face of the building falling over and crushing the underbelly
can i face the temptation of grace that lays before me
or will i embrace only the road home, going the opposite direction of glory
i only wish that this road will bless the paces i place on the concrete pavement
and stay in place so that the way i roll my tongue will remain the way the word "friend" is stated
im hated in all 80 states of friend to friend relationships
basically a blank poker chip nobody makes a bet with
i play tetris with a exit plan picked out, and a dead leg that every man can kick out
i stick out the 6 year drough and s**t bricks from here on out
i only wish that sticks coud burn without rubbing each other
in all the wrong ways, im only willing to get as far as this song pays for
and ill walk 4 days more to get away,
i spit away,
right into the wind
and my words that shot from my rotten gums lands right back on my chin
i grin, and laugh at the gale crass sarcasm, its blunt brand of irony
its swift way of gettin gone
6 days of becoming strong enough to intake a puff of lovelust
5 days to admit to myself that i may've fucked up
4 days to come to the conclusion that this hay ride through game time
is only 3 days away from losing it
2 days to soothe the swollen bruises on those knees
i got 1 day after the other, this is whack
but this rap and this keypad is exactly what i need

im about to drop a quick 16 in 15
cuz all the other emcees left the sauna
coulldn't handle the steam
you think you're stripping me of my dignity,
in your dreams
i bring on the cream like the notebook sex scene
im ryan gosling, f*****g over you mcadams'
get you minds rolling like cut heads of cabbage
im a savage, i delete you and leave nothing for fam to mourn
pantomime in a capella, black out in a snow storm
i flow in rhyme patterns and forms of words
so absurd and diverse, explicit, null and perverse
disperse a drought over the crowd like famine
and still got the underground and now the world web dancing
you just the jester keeping the big dogs happy, dude
while im shooting up herion and dopamine like little scrappy doo
what happened to rap, man? nothing, i just perfected it
and made this delicate paperweight and weapon to embellish with
ever since i wrapped the chord around my wrist
its been nothing but hurt rappers and balled paper missing the waste basket
i make caution tape a hazard, choke you out with a life saver
i snap quick and get so violent you'll have to sign a waver
i break bricks like hong kong and strong men from prison island
piloting this rap s**t get to sap it of some mileage
sell it to a college student looking for some closure
drive him around the country with a bomb in his motor
keep the mic in my holster, i drink acid and breathe fire
we hire weak jedi to return to the empire
i lie to girls so they can make something of it
and i loving every minute of it
you wanna talk? but you ain't got the sack to cough son
step back, relax,
this has been a quarter past with AK 1

I defeat fakes, when the beat breaks, coming after me it�s a steep chase
cuz im a street great, while your �broke grinding slow� like a cheap skate
curtains for b*****s when the heat drapes, I have cells of a titan, my bars long
I stay in the front of the pack like Armstrong
I�m wireless so you cant disarm bombs,
ur fucken a syphilis chick, the way her twat itches,
I stay �knockin down p***y walls� the way I SWAT b*****s
I �drive and go deep to the hole� even my c**k pivots
its simple, your in limbo with bars that cant stop midgets
ur just a mock gimmick, and my verse launches like the sound of a shuttle
u just a clown, with no flow, this b***h will probably drown in a puddle
ur voice isnt heard or seen your pitch is black, same sound of a muzzle
legend..?? if your �next on the list�, ill skip the track, making money, just stick to crack
Ya meters win(d) As adrian Peterson, you couldn�t uplift a �draft�..
I�m old school with a vintage rep, u get b*****s wet? But there dry like a spliff to crack