most peoples hit songs r wut i like 2 call fragments//
cuz the subject is hot, but the predicate is absent//
the best i hav been,im in my prime presently//
sittin on top/u old dudes-time 2 be exiting//
my rhymes r jus everything/cant liv without them//
so i shake my head wen these kids start 2 doubt them//
u kno nuthin about skill if u questionin me//
im the most impressive MC,which means u lesser than me//
u still fall short even wen u the best u can be//
i aint gotta exert much energy wen facin enemies//
fuck rhymes/i’ll haunt ur dreams like Jason’s enemies//
u hide from the outside like fish in anemones//
cuz if u diss me,ill smack u so hard u wouldnt even remember wut u said 2 me//
most deadly wit intentions 2 leave ur species endangered//
like panda bears/this man is scared that ima be unleashin my anger//
You’re hot, but your nowhere near the best/
Not sayin that your bad, but nevertheless/
With one request I take away your breath/
And if that’s the sad shit that you spit with your last breath/
You’re the most impressive MC? But your not better then me/
Not better then anybody, LA or NYC/
How you gonna smack me when you can’t even track me?/
I’ll let you think back to the last time you got attacked so hard you couldn’t see/
You egoistic motherfucker, but you ain’t shit/
These people see you walkin down the street, they just think your another sucka bitch/
Vintage? Nah, Jay, and NWA is vintage/
You just ridin all over that new shit/
Your style’s still the same, even if you improved your skill/
Mentally ill bitches don’t know that I will kill/
You’re in your prime, yeah you cooked like prime rib/
I’m grillin you, you got burned wit your fake shit/
this thread’s fucked up with lyrical pollutions/
the styles gettin' old, we need an empirical solution/
i never lie when i recognize ancient, im the typical evolution/
ape to man, im a trendsetter in this game, the lyrical revolution/
got a cat callin' himself vintage, coppin styles and throwin' clones/
identity is supposed to be original, im vintage like the rolling stones/
not taking your name kiddo, just had to throw some shit on little pages/
kiddo ain’t impressive,he’s vintage only 'cause his raps are “Middle Ages”/
im tellin you..im the revolution that broke your flow and started upheaval/
you know how styles replace one another kid, your flow was just medieval/
claiming you’re at your prime? but primes arent divisible uncleaned/
im the x factor in this game, so im the factor thats invisible, unseen/
im on the DL, down low on the spot, down low with the drops, high with artillery/
place a missile in your lines, cause some tension which elevates to hostility/
you feelin' me? only time kid is impressive if we talk about impression/
his flow goin back to vintage like the american economy jumpin to recession/
kiddo talkin about hauntin other people’s dreams, i got a question/
im lyrically untouched by an ancient’s voice, liar..how bout goin to confession?/
priest at the booth doesnt wanna hear your sins, whoops i guess no blessin'/
so i guess its a conlusion that you live in delusional illusion, no second guessin'/
ay, can we guys just strictly rap and judge instead of talking about the hall of fame stuff? i just wanna read raps without bein interrupted by a random comment.
j-man wrote:
ay, can we guys just strictly rap and judge instead of talking about the hall of fame stuff? i just wanna read raps without bein interrupted by a random comment.
Once its finished thats whats gona happen, don’t worry I’ll finish it soon.
aint no limit to the sky
still a menace when I die
fools can pester when we try
but they just lesser when we fly
as we take off
but dont lay soft
hard work really pays off
see anothers skill get chopped up, sumthin like a texas chainsaw
whack as to be
even whack to read
wht’s the point of tellin a rap, when this track is beat
like I introduce it
produce it
never lose it
and move it
yet like heavyweight champs, this battler undisputed
he battles more than soldiers
as he raps on the track
goin gainst him like a boulder
gettin smashed and get cracked
till it’s nothin more
yet he’s sumthin more
you bumpin one song he’s bumpin four
stretch you out like rubberbands till somthin tore
layin there broken in half
start to soaken in path
knows the ropes as he flows with hope, opponent’s good? yeah I was jokin that was crap
you might be mistaken by racial slurs, and racial words
yet you’ll get runned over like roadkill when this pace takes occur
--- Afraid to die? In my grave? What I’m “runnin in to?"
If I die, I’m already dead, so I got “nothin to lose”
woke up round 5, startin hittin the block
to think I’m real glad to stay behind while “they” hittin the spot
of course there caught, all four shot, maybe,
if they are somebody slay me
and let me rest from the world, in a quiet sleep of peace
I’d obey the lord and everythin if this defiant street would cease
same stuff everyday, hoes fucked n bitches clapped
works like the mafia, see sumone know cut, then more snitched capped
people die every minute, yet one replaces
think they won this real battle, they just learned the basics
same cycle everytime, dude shot, unwanted baby born
leavin with no dad, aint it so sad, cuz this baby is torn
his mom probly out workin since the dad’s all gone
and the kid in the streets, and gets arrested by the badge and the gun
he probly learned to fuck when he was five, yet didn’t reall have desire
next thing you know his girl “call pregnant” and he callin her a liar
another menace to society, still happenin now
girl’s older bro proly got angry, and cappin him now
--- Afraid to die? In my grave? What I’m “runnin in to?"
If I die, I’m already dead, so I got “nothin to lose”
wen i write i bring words 2 life//so wen im spittin the mic is breathin//
old as a lyricist but ill always be considered a Young like i wuz Steven//
got the same arm strength-if u wanna test it,get knocked out//
cuz once vintage’s fist hits,ur body’ll be like kanye west n jus drop out//
send those shots out/wait i mean shouts//
rogue wont accept a loss like Bush,hes demandin a recount//
i kno wut hes bout/but he aint smart//
i got more knowledge than his mind in 1 of my wet dream clouds//
man u suck/im the greatest/u dont even seem hot//
ull neva make it/i couldnt take u into the game if i gave u screenshots//
my flows been deemed hot wit a twisted plot//
n u got so much ice in ya veins but still not as much as my wrist n watch//
battlin me is risky, watch//observe the talent//
im so much better thanu/u dont even deserve the challenge//
I know my mistakes, so I can’t be thug
yet I’ll still have you beat on the ground like an antique rug
since this is quick shit as I rip it, this cold case that I’m spittin
when stuff pop, you’ll be runnin like fat kids chasin chicken
short one 4 now
--- Afraid to die? In my grave? What I’m “runnin in to?"
If I die, I’m already dead, so I got “nothin to lose”
Sleep is the Cousin of Death
(sample nas’s line as hook)
sleepless nights/keep death outta my sights//
spendin nights scared with nightmares n shouts 4 ya life//
dreamin with a passion/but opposite of what your passion is//
nocturnal thoughts clashin n screamins wut ur reaction is//
so close to the end of the segment//
its insane how i feel this pain up in my brain like i can sense it//
the end is near/ur subconscious body cringe in fear//
Grim approachin but ur mind floatin infected wit poisonous ideas//
this is how i see it/n this is how its recorded//
not often do u view ur own death,nonetheless report it//
dream catchers seem that of low importance//
cuz if deaths near then i’d rather rest here and absorb it//
never ignore it if its reason was for//
that ya time wuz up/cuz u dont wanna leave ur team on the floor//
with 6 or 4 cuz man,u kno that u gotta have 5//
so when i wake,i find it great that i kno im alive//
Yeah yeah yeahhh this motherfucker won’t leave it alone/
Goin after me even though I’m already long gone/
Demandin a recount? Since when? I think you messed up in the head/
I’ll just sit here smilin, with the confidence that I can leave you left for dead/
Stop, look and listen, be careful where you tread/
I’ll mess with ya mind so much you gonna need to start takin meds/
Thinkin that your somethin like KANYE WEST/
you prick your just coppin his style, can’t mess with the best/
Fuck around with me, I’ll leave a knife in your chest/
Keep fuckin too long you gonna need a bulletproof vest/
I’ll infect you like a virus, put you on some voodoo shit/
make you get back with your punk ass and do what I want quick/
Why am I even fighting this little bitch?/
Fuck it, man I’m done with this snitch/
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