your best rhymes

theres this fat ass named frankey, hes a realy fucken hore, hes is realy fat he could bearly walk out the door,man dat kid is a fucken snitch,by his momas flick, but if he`s realy gay he should go suck his dady`s dick, dats a story about frankey a stuped fat crane, COME ON TINA ITS TIME TO GO BACK TO UR NASTY CAGE!!

Addicted to the beat like I was addicted to crack

Kyree is back wit this lyrical batch

Of fresh baked lyrics to battle the wack

This shit is verbal payback

Vicous nouns and terrifying abverbs

And these angry adjectives kill all these wack herbs

Dont think your ill

Just cause you O.D. on pills

Real skills like mine are the ones that get you to Beverly Hills

And Kyree kills with this lyrical 9mm which pierces the skin

You cant fight back so you gotta take it on the chin

Cause this situation is a win-win for me

You just came up short like Robert E. Lee

And na bitch this aint no Civil War

Im responsible for this rap that is hardcore

I explore upon your wackness like I was Lewis & Clark

Beatin your ass is like a walk in the park

Writtin up on you like Jesus in the Gospel of Mark

Ima snap ya neck for every stupid remark you make

God created lyrical flow on the seventh day

And gave it me in a similar way

Kyree is the name Im the beast

You must feed me rappers or feed me the beats

Cause I am something that cannot be beat

Salvage the beast or be salvaged by

The illest rapper whos odds he defys

A shot to the throat deals a blow to the vision


With a mission for precision with it’s neural division


As the thoughts drift along with every disposition


To the carefree mass of mindless decisions


Remission’s a nightmare of epic proportions


The goal isn’t recovery —


It’s total distortion


So just pour some more until your instinct hits the floor


Let your vitals start to roar until it seems like less is more


It’s an encore of chaos until your will is broken


Telling token secrets that were better left unspoken


Before you’re choking on blood...


or is it raspberry pucker??


And screaming “mother fucker!" till they mix you another


Sobreity is fading, invading the edges of time


Ticking off the hours with a fresh wedge of lime


Sublime retention then divine intervention


As your sin hits the toilet as a crude introspection


Confession forgotten, the aroma so rotten


Passed out on the couch, drowning guilt in its cotton

The spirits forgotten, not knowin who you are

Wonderin how the hell you made it this far

When you stuck behind bars

yo i kick flows and rip shows


straight dis hoes, ur bitch knows


talk shit bro and get ya wrist slit slow


and six ribs broke


i’m on some insane deranged shit


my brains size allows me to shape shift


like the black suited sentinels from the matrix


if i battle you don’t meet ya death fake or stage it


cuz if you still got ya life i’m hunting you down to take it


my lyrics upset ya stomach like ulcers


i’m slapping you till you see planets


i’m the type that be clutching a knife and foams at the mouth


screwin ya wife while she alone at ya house


i’m leaving punks in wheelchairs


i’ll scare you till you feel fear


so tremendous ya eyes will bleed tears


and scream and screech till you need air


i hit homies constantly like enter on ya keyboard


and blow spots up like 400 pounds of C-4


i dont wunt none of you punks cloning this


cuz i’m claiming more lives than a drunk motorist


i sack rappers like linebackers for the packers


and snap they backs like gram crackers


and grasp the world in my hands like atlas


and i’ll smash the whole map


and give these insolent fools wut the hell they asked for


forget a body cast try a body bag


if u wanna brag


i’m a pump the shoty fast


aim at ya frame and drop ya ass

Rituals and habituals leave my mind demented


Panicking over nothing, actions misrepresented


Unable to feel contented, there’s a must to touch


It’s unjust that my minds twisted like double dutch


Discussed through psychiatric wards worldwide


They stride only to collide, cures they can’t provide


So my mind stays fried, in a frenzy of repetitions


Where intuition on my condition is my only mission


Fighting for definitions, while seemingly chained down


For when I make progress, I’ve got to touch around


Losing my train of thought, derailed in an instance


While my mind cerebrates about everything in existence


Walking back and forth, completing pointless objectives


Through my perspective, I’m my own personal detective


I’m very defective, clues lead in a useless direction


Where inspection of my need for perfection…


…is just a case of natural selection


One in fifty thousand live with this rejection non stop


We need answers, or will continue to burn in the melting pot


Until then, I’ll live in denial, feeling hostile and not worthwhile


Continuing to suffer from rituals and habituals…


…Because the answer will not be in existence for awhile

There aint no other MC that can rap like me

And its just bout time that everyone sees

Im the illest freestyler so u must remember me

My rhymes are like jesus theyll set u free

Ya souls trapped in a cage

Ya hearts full of rage

Wanting revenge

Breakin the joints of hinge

Its not pretend

This is the real thing

Kasanova is here

You better start to fear

Im the new kid in tha city

Showin nobody pity

your rhymes so shity

Im the king of rap

Like lebron in basketball

Battle me and forsure ull fall

MY LYRICS ARE THE KEY

YOU FALL TO UR KNEES


ITS THE WILL OF LIFE

YOU TRY TO DECIPH THESE LYRICS

BUT THA WORDS ARE TOO ILL

IT SENDS YA CHILLZ TAKIN YA FREE WILL

THERE AINT NO DOUBT THESE WORDS WILL SURELY KILL

YOUR SOUL HAS NO CHOICE

BUT TO LISTEN TO MY VOICE

THESE OTHER WACK RHYMES

AINT GOT NOTHIN ON ME

J STEPH IS THE ONE TO BE

TRY TO FUCK WIT ME HOMIE YOU WISH YOU COULD

MAN FUCK THAT ILL LEAVE EVERYONE IS DISBELIEF

CAUSE THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE AINT NO GAME

EVERY OTHER RAPPERS STYLE SOUNDS THE FUCKN SAME

BITCHES CANT EVEN KEEP A BEAT

MY FLOW IS LIKE CRACK UR ADDICTED AS SHIT

SO SIT THE FUCK BACK WHILE I TAKE CONTROL THIS BEAT

CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU CANT SURVIVE THE HEAT

I BRING TOO MUCH

YOU WANNA BACK OUT

TRYN TO SHOUT

REACHIN OUT YOUR HAND FOR MY GRACE

GET YO HAND BACK UR A FUCKN DISGRACE

I SET THE PACE

ITS ALL TOO REAL

CANT CATCH UR GRIP ON REALITY

YOUR MY SUBJECT OF MORTALITY

THE INSANITY IS BUILDING

STARTING TO GO CRAZY

ITS REALLY KIKIN IN

NOT KNOWIN WHEN YOULL HAVE THIS MENTAL OUTBURST

Cat...Hat.

you are all on crack
so nick nack paddy wack
give that bitch a smack and make her have a heartattack
i goes by the name, of the one and only
you know my shit is hot so stay away from me homey
im’a stayed floss cause im the boss of course
eyes stay slanted you would of thought i ducked sauce
but i stays on my grind like 24-7
divide 22 in half i think that shits eleven
my grill has 20 karats of pure platinum
my shit will blind that ass like tracy chatman
i go to school with 2 guns a piece of bread and 2 crumbs,
look in my wallet you may find 2 cents and 2 funds
woop woop dats da sound of da police
woop woop dats my son and my niece

fuck all the rapper"s
who can crack back and still tacker and take over nasa
when i saw you whack rappers spit
i said that was some stupid shit
your peps small fish
am the ish
like canibus
and can i bust
turn u niggers 2 dust
after your fake rhymes rust
i pus lircal mad ness
kids at toys r,us can rap as nice as u bitches
fuck u sitches
fuck all u that rap after me or befour me
they call me — -E — and am the best MC
and fuck u B

Number sevens rhyme was boring to the days.
Everyone elses was the bomb.

Number seven stop swering you M***** F*****

STUPID RHYME

tabbo wrote: eminem is so gay
he is a dam stray
he thinks he can sway
but he cant pay
to pray
he chews on hay
to stay
eminem will always be gay

FUCK U MOTHERFUCKER!!!! GO ON AND SUCK YOUR DICK!!! EMINEM IS THA KING ASSHOLE!!!!

Alright that was nice shawty im just a beginner so listen

This nigga is scared, he cant beat me
Im like john cena he cant see me

You think its funny i aint vanilla ice
When i grab the mic you better think twice

1 2 3 4
Bitches around, act like a hoe

I hate people that gang bang
all ways doing the same thing

Killing there own race
shit U.S ain’t the place

Fuck all them niggaz that think they hard
all i know is they aint ever been scarred

So this is the end of my cypher
imma go out and become a snipper

Leave all this gangsta shit behind
and one day when i die ill press rewind

Patrick lee 2009
Age 17
saint,paul MN
JHS

yo bitch yo my entree
serve u up with tha triple K
i keep goin and goin like enegizer
oo thats rite that pink bitch was my appetizer
and for dessert
this gonna hurt
im eating out ur catholic girl’s plaid skirt

I mean, its sad 2 c wat lil niggas do nowadays//talkin bad, drinkin 40s and blowin purple haze

Sad part is ya really think ya rhymes it tite//and in da day im a bum but i stay FLy by night

ma flow is retarded on some special olypic games shit//i just repeat shit that ma brain thinks//i mean ma brain drinks...the same shit...that ya lames SPIT....then it learns from trash//and rearranges ya words and makes the shit sound BADD

Ya wackass dudes thinkin ya gettin money FagS?? i post up on the corner and out comes the fire out the ziploc bags.

wateva u need, whateva it be, i sell the truth 2 a liar, and if u into that EXtAssy shyt-nickname me ur supplier

so im done spittin, done wit ma lines 4 now///if inerested in learnin then simply ASK ME HOW


dat was jus some off the head lines 4 ya...anybody who hates could go hang ya balls of a lampost for all i care. 1

yoooo ima a g im da bedt of the best
no nigga will every try to hit me on ma chest
but thnak god im bless
thats why i never stress
i let ma soul rest

dats not all who ever wanna hola thank they can beat me holla

lilbighomie wana battle?

- R34L T4Lk

I aint gotta talk truth to spit real, just spit exactly what I feel, gonna eat the booth like a happy meal, im done with the smile on the face, time to embrace anger this a hostile case, spit at me.. il intrude your base, and give your bitch a wide awakening taste, you see im 200 pounds of steel, thats alotta rounds to feel, jump on my ground and il conclude the deal/

- random shiit.. plan on elevating it later.

kasanova wrote: MY LYRICS ARE THE KEY

YOU FALL TO UR KNEES


ITS THE WILL OF LIFE

YOU TRY TO DECIPH THESE LYRICS

BUT THA WORDS ARE TOO ILL

IT SENDS YA CHILLZ TAKIN YA FREE WILL

THERE AINT NO DOUBT THESE WORDS WILL SURELY KILL

YOUR SOUL HAS NO CHOICE

BUT TO LISTEN TO MY VOICE

THESE OTHER WACK RHYMES

AINT GOT NOTHIN ON ME

J STEPH IS THE ONE TO BE

TRY TO FUCK WIT ME HOMIE YOU WISH YOU COULD

MAN FUCK THAT ILL LEAVE EVERYONE IS DISBELIEF

CAUSE THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE AINT NO GAME

EVERY OTHER RAPPERS STYLE SOUNDS THE FUCKN SAME

BITCHES CANT EVEN KEEP A BEAT

MY FLOW IS LIKE CRACK UR ADDICTED AS SHIT

SO SIT THE FUCK BACK WHILE I TAKE CONTROL THIS BEAT

CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU CANT SURVIVE THE HEAT

I BRING TOO MUCH

YOU WANNA BACK OUT

TRYN TO SHOUT

REACHIN OUT YOUR HAND FOR MY GRACE

GET YO HAND BACK UR A FUCKN DISGRACE

I SET THE PACE

ITS ALL TOO REAL

CANT CATCH UR GRIP ON REALITY

YOUR MY SUBJECT OF MORTALITY

THE INSANITY IS BUILDING

STARTING TO GO CRAZY

ITS REALLY KIKIN IN

NOT KNOWIN WHEN YOULL HAVE THIS MENTAL OUTBURST

hey kasanova...there’s a freestyle battle tourney goin on sumtime soon...i need another person ta join wit me so we can battle...you up for it?

.R.3.A.L.1.T.Y. wrote: - R34L T4Lk

I aint gotta talk truth to spit real, just spit exactly what I feel, gonna eat the booth like a happy meal, im done with the smile on the face, time to embrace anger this a hostile case, spit at me.. il intrude your base, and give your bitch a wide awakening taste, you see im 200 pounds of steel, thats alotta rounds to feel, jump on my ground and il conclude the deal/

- random shiit.. plan on elevating it later.

hey...look...i know we aint on da right foot right now...but can you answer dis 1 question for me...wat is an apit???