my vast rapid rhymes, rabid at times and venomous lines/
strike poison into minds and explode like land mines/
you won't find an emcee sicker than me/
fuck with you physically, mentally and spiritually/
if you were me you couldn't walk a millimeter in my shoes/
i'm venomous like a brown recluse and i will empty a clip on you/
but that is all metaphor. i'm headed for your cerebellum/
you'll go back trying to tell them this dude gives them mental hell and/
will sever your nervous system, make you a vengeful victim/
of his evil diction. the words i plot are always non-fiction/
friction has heated up, resulted in you defeated/
till you leave feeling pleated like the jeans you wear when i leave you seated/
get it, you'll fold. God made me and destroyed the mold/
to me a candle you couldn't hold/
if you tried that move would be bold/
you couldn't get this with your best mic/
grab a Kane, Big Daddy, i think you're too old to fight.

i think i just accidentally made a really good BDK diss! lol! of course if you read the SECOND TO LAST line you will notice it was meant to be a reference only and not to be a diss.

my new theme song



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"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

yes this was pretty crap i just thought of it as i went along

yeah random i just felt like rhyming about the seasons
cause im high

yes all the bold words are album names

haha nice one that reminds me of Akrobatik's "Internet MC'S" song

what do you mean? that was just a comment about tha droppers rhymes......

whenever she walks by, it makes you feel nervous,
she holds her head so high, it makes you feel worthless.
how the times ticked away, but my days stay the same,
i never have the words to say, its always work and little play,
but with them i never belong, i cut off all my connections,
how can i right this wrong, i need time to find direction,
or a disinfection, from this stuttering in my mind,
my mouth fluttering just to find, a way through this curse of silence,
until a hip hop rhyme, opened up my eyelids,
(to be continued)

thanks, never heard that song untill you said it...

...
..why do i write? i dont care.. i hate you...
..wish you would die so tha air, could take you
..im pyschotic maybe tiny jus' 'a little bit
i gotta soft side though..
'an its fight'n to get out
but its likely to be bout'n wit tha fight words that my mouth spit
i dont give a shit.. then again i do
why do i fuck'n change my ways every time that i move...
..denial state of mind cause im goin threw some shit
..hope'n that its over but i know it never quits
quit blow'n on tha piff.. it makes my shit hurt
pyschiatrist 'an doctors then jus' piss me off worse
..wish ide hit tha coffen i do think that shit'd be perfect
..wish'n that im worthess.. cause i know im not
i jus' need ta' meet that person.. but i know i wont
im jus' in'a cycle..
suicidle thoughts, maybe i should read 'a bible
then put my trust in somethin that they say doesnt exist
..pray to 'a higher power till it saves me from this trip
..never go against tha grain if you sain
if insain? maybe do it 'an you might jus' see a change
'an its truth what im tell'n ya, use it if ya want to
i dont really care, either way i got my own shit ta' do
got ta' go wit tha moves that i made cause i made 'em
'an i hate 'em to this day, what tha fuck else can i say
'an its over...