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bonfire?

her i go
so da flow is amazing u girl go doin she say boy you crazy i might just be lazy or maybe like a dazy bright like i go hard to spot go far go soft u make me wanna barf hold up i just did i look at u like a scid mark on the ground do you here dat sound nothing.

Captain Cock wrote: bonfire?

you dnt kno what that is?

I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC//
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren’t sicker than me// - Immortal Technique

no

like a big campfire sort of thing, hard to explain

I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC//
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren’t sicker than me// - Immortal Technique

wow..supra what do they teach in school these days..

The Truth

yo wuzz good
im about 2 spit rite here about old skool
cuz im old skool nd hip hop waz off da chains back then
dudes 2day r wak
but im about 2 cum out wit a new album
but check it im aout 2 teach u sumtin rite now
im 41 years old

chorus:
everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna sing, everybody do they thing like a mothafuckin robot, when da show stop, wat u kno about how 2 go about this

verse 1:
seems like u cant sing or rap these days
witout auto tune in da back these days
well fuck dat i got sumtin 2 say
wit brown blunts, green weed, nd da smoke is grey
c, da best 2 do it was roger chautman
naw shawty tpain didnt cum out then
i was only about 10
had striped adidas
raised from back in da days
all types of leadas
now, im like damn they sound da same
my voice is original im off da reigns
dr.j, barry wite woah!
or barry manello the flow like damn he nice
so keep dat original flow
like wen i cum through duck u already kno
nd i dont flip no 0’s
2000 nd rite now wen i spit they kno

chorus

verse:2
this aint a diss 2 nobody’s art
cuz afrikka bambatta really gave it da start
u go in da history of brat man
nd u’ll c classic jams like planet rock nd pap jam
go online look up craft work
everything yall doin is past work
we already wore dat hat those pants nd dat shirt
so do u man if dat works
but we here 2 really talk about all da copies
cuz wen it cums 2 hip hop, we r orthodox
cats poor copy
copy sloppy
in dat section people should not b
there used 2 b a time wen u were writin ur rhymes nd u observed da rule of no bitin
no imitatin no hatin no fakin
we started breakin so we could stop fightin
gettin lite nd
i battle u, u battle me
da crowd judges 2 c originality
its not about a salarie
its all about describin the reality grabbin me accurately

chorus

verse3:
hip hop has a new urban faculty
a function of da collective mental anatomy
u cats got it backwards
u say real is wak
nd da fake shit, dats good
well keep on fakin it
just keep makin it
dudes like these
keeps da spot shakin
like krs said
we F-R-E-S-H, fresh

chorus

dat was the official doa

dat was da wakest shit i eva heard
wit dis 1 rap i will circle u like a bird
all i hear u doin is sayin “chirp, chirp”
stop fakin it man
just 4 dat rap u should be ban
frum dis website
u talkin about us new skool dudes nd u sayin u old skool nd all u do is bite
u also gotta stop lyin about breakin cuz back then it waz worse nd all u did was fite
u aint fresh
u a little bitch wearin a dress

nigga u gots 2 stop lyin
4reel

im probably wouldnt of dun dat kid
cuz check it

chorus:
microphones r not 4 theses mc’s who dont hav no survival skillz (flyin ryan)
c wat i’ve been, c wat i go through, if i dont look at u, its cuz idk u, kno where 2 go 2, kno where 2 hide, wat duz it take now a day 2 survive

verse1:
small time rappers aint as dope as us(flyin ryan)
wen u hear rappas in da club, u hope its us
back i da day they used 2 smoke da dust
but cats kept jumpin off da roof 2 much
so 2day we dont abuse da dutch
we used our minds 2 rite rhymes dat u can touch
my feet stay planted on da ground
u want dat soft pop shit, u betta book anotha sound
i gets down
i kno da strets, yall rappas got maps out lookin all around(flyin ryan)
yall want da crown
but y should i battle u if next week they gunna put u in da ground
dats a waste of time
i ratha blaze a rhyme
while sum1 tryin 2 race their mind

verse2:
who cares if they want dat pop shit
dat soft hip hop shit
beef bangin on ur door like rectam
i invent da rhyme dat waz ment 4 ur mind
i get phisical, i mean phyisicaal
mite leave u in smile
or just kill u in style
i am just da smartest mc
i am known 4 wat u call an artist mc
c, part of me b like pardon, pardon me
da otha side b like muthafuck hamma i will just bust a hamma
feel like a matress da way they b sleepin on me
they dont c im da craftmattic
i spread everywhere
led everywhere
shot bounced back, riccashade it looked heavy yea!
in my deadly year
wit a machette yea!
u thinkin u professor but u failin this year

chorus

flyin ryan a wanna b
he not hard

dis is a battle not a song
i’ll slam u like im playin ping pong
u an old man
tryin 2 b a rappa
like i said b4 u should b ban
go change ur babies diapas
unless u neva got any
if u kno wat i mean
but i get many
supposedly in ur song u tryin 2 say ur from da streets, so dat must mean ur breath smells like a fart afta eatin beans
dont u think its 2 late
i kno u dont get any buns so get back 2 masturbate
they didnt like how u rapped
dont even try 2 reply cuz u’ll get slapped

wow so this is a battle?
ok
if u insist

verse1:
i go on and on
my philosophies r strong as u can c otha old skools r gone
im on top of ny like king kong
these r da sounds of fallen
bring me on
i wear rappers out like sean jon(flyin ryan)
hit em like a bong
blow em out like chong
yall got it all wrong
if u a tru artist, its not all about sellin songs
its all about letta wars nd metaphors
creatin tours
u betta pause
i spit just becuz i rip rappers 4 da luv of it
4 da fuck of it
i would hide nd pray
but yall wanna thug this shit
so lets get these guns out
othas donate
but my hands c more pac nd pullin all ur funds out

chorus:
flyin ryan, im old skool split it up da middle
u only get 1 shot
get it 1 shot meaning half of both of da names
or betta yet i figure u betta have aim
now pik a style
let me style
choose 1
political rap conscious crack guns
scrore is tied, no time on da clock
u betta get da booze out
cuz u only got 1 shot

verse2:
i go on nd on
my philosophie i gotta c da best here 2 perform
cum on
who do it betta than us bx 2 bk stay rappin wit us
worldwide bootcamp click till we doa, bdp ur beat dont play
get it 2getha
im old skool b sittin on leatha
while u sit in ur car scratchin ur balls(flyin ryan)
try 2 figure out how i do it even tho u sell more records
im still rite next 2 u kid
i dont give a fuck about #'s
if i did i’ll jerk like every honest like sungas
now u wanna rok da game
but u not old skool so u cant rok my name
look at u, its a god dam shame
niggas got money but still got a small brain

chorus

verse3:
u aint seen a man beat da r like me since oj
no way
wat can i say
muthafuckas b hustlin hard high hopes nd low paid
dont play
look at this game
who was da ref
to blow da whistle on dat bullshit u did wit ur breath
NEXT!
as a matter of fact rite now imma go less
c if u wanna map rite now
YES!
u dont even kno ur website
dat like havin a fite
facin a lead pipe
no lite
so im gunna guide u like a soap oparah
im so propa
nd im alwayz on da streets no problem
goblins, goons, niggas wit crack balloons
yellin 4 more black
more soon
so now yall niggas bow 2 buck
this aint a movie where yall yellin cup

chorus

ok this is da knockout round 4 u old man
i just finished writing this

check it
you thought you could get rid of me but u cant! im hear to stay
yeah im hispanic but i never use that as an excuse
thats why im cleaning up your lyrics like a bottle of doushe
Stanky ass lyrics Stanky ass rhymes
i bust the shit out of all your rhymes
we gone party like it’s 2005
i run the spot and i leave in the streets
you wanna battle me im in the 3-1-3.
You think it’s funny i aint Vanilla ice
so when i grab the mic you betta think twice
cuz i’ll diss so bad i’ll end your life
better yet you see me you better commit suicide
cuz i’ll make sure this is a verbal homicide
Whoever said you can rap Damn they lied
Cuz you can’t fuck my raps they come to quick and to fast
This is Two Man race Sorry but you came in Last.

oooo really
so u just wont go away
we’ll just hav da othas vote 4 who 1

chorus:
oooo really
i think u murdered a track 2 kill me
impact like da back of da billy
club u take it back 2 wat it really waz
make 2 much noise i cumpare 2 him it waz
i swear 2 God these rappas scared of us
cuz otha mc’s just dont cumpare 2 us

verse1:
im back again
time 4 u rappas 2 take off da mask again
frum 1 2 10 i pass da 10
bumpin dead pests cuz im an african
i naughty by nature
grouchy by nature
4ty by nature
yall r corny by nature
meanin yall r all naturally wak
nd im naturally dope like coke b4 crack
oh really im like da weed in this rap
but u new jacks r like da seeds in this rap
i dont need 2 react
i dont even need 2 reach 4 da gat
i can c how u speak wen u act
u’ll b layin in da ground in 5 dayz
if this waz da 1700’s u’ll b my slave
if this waz 10,000 bc, u’ll b livin in my cave
im bringin new meanin 2 da turf im saved
im like a mountain man unshaved
walked da ice nd maya unscaved
im givin proof 2 do betta wit ur age
hip hops a journal, im turnin da page
everybody get da gage
dont play wit me im not a video game
im so serious put so many holes in ur brain
who oblireious
2 da fact u owe period
who da asset
nd who da aspect
oooo here he is
neck full of high class diamonds
wrists lookin like u made a trip 2 muhammed
in da colliseum or harlem or canal
u cop jewels by da pennies i go by da pound
any way i go by da style
not by da sound
so wen u cop my cd, u can go out of town
go out of bounds
im blowin da whistle
bdb yall kno im official
yall go on my tissue
yall niggas r shitty
u get wiped out lights out u got out wit me
im smart ur clothes fit me
this my gear
i gotta an arsenal wit me, nigga its my year

chorus

Theres no where to go camping where I live,lol

Philly state park?

The Truth

I wouldn’t go camping anyway crazy people out there. If I ever do I’m strapping though, so Id redefine anal sex when I put a hole through someones head.

The Truth

flow so cold call me the breeze,
makin these bitches hit they kneese,
the girls love me call me mr. fantastic,
cause they sware da dicks made o elastic
taste like a pickle call it a valasic,
im made of iron you just made of plastic

tell me what you think.
any feed back is apreciated

Yo Chekk it,
When I Flick The Band Its cause Another Stacks Gone//
I’d Need A Month For All My Funds To Be Withdrawn//
And My Pockets Are Greener Than Your Bin After You’ve Mowed The Lawn//
You Work A Week To Get Payed, I Just Need To Yawn//
Cause Dudes Be Thinkin 'Yo His Lines Fresh!'//
And Cleaner And Meaner Than Flesh Removed Off Your Chest//
Cause Noone Can Recycle Me Even After Death//
I Spit Hits And Bang Clips Cause Im From The Wiked West//
If I Was An Artist My Albums Would Sell Better Than Meth//
My Gun Dont Need A Supressor Cause There Would Be Nothin Left//
And My Fist Gets Closer To Your Bones Than If I Was Your Mothers Breast//

Feedback Anyone please?

I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC//
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren’t sicker than me// - Immortal Technique

-The Chosen One- wrote: ^Immortal Menace, what you typed 'bout me is really bullshit. You got da nerve to call me cocklips? Go fuck yourself, you shit-eatin' asshole! I’d fuck you up like da muthafucka you are.

You’re an excuse for a black guy and a disgrace to all blacks. I’m better at bein' black and rappin' dan you are. So waddya have to say to that, huh fag?

If ya don’t want me to call you a racist term, then don’t type shit to me 'cuz I get really pissed whenever some dickhead does dat.

But if you and/or your shitty little friends want to get back at me, I’ll send you my e-mail address:

gangstas_rulin_crackas@yahoo.com

I gotta ask WTF are you doing and who’s paying you to so it?

A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.
-Agent Kay