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Recorded this audio today and part of this verse i posted previously, so now you can hear how i inteded the delivery to sound. check this shit out....


AUDIO LINK:

http://rikit122.fileave.com/HollowThruHim(myverse).wav

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Im just 12 and I wrote this in ten minutes so it probably sucks

here goes notin


verse 1

Cheaaa!!! YOU KNOW IT NIGGAS! You want this,(yea)
This is Lil C BITCH!!! Ladies be dancing in the club , each time I walk by they say hi! Those guys angry cause they know im so fly. Cheaa!!! Those niggas so jelouse I think they gonna die (yeaha)

verse 2

Niggas hatin on me` cause they want to be me, I ain’t trying to be cool just trying to be Lil C. I say hay nigga why you like that to me. I aint like that although you cant see(yeaha) man you just want to kill me , I do to even though you don’t see,(cheaa) I will be me with out you questioning me, and I will be cool even though you don’t see , and I don’t care what you say because nigga that’s just me , so fuck off nigga and let me be me! Cheah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

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NICE INTRO WELCOME 2 THE RAP GAME LIL DUDE,JUS KEEP DOIN U.

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i forgot that i might be hard to understand becuz of my piece of shit mic, so here’s the link again and the lyrics to go with it.


http://rikit122.fileave.com/HollowThruHim(myverse).wav







LYRICS:

i spit crack, like they dealin' in dat alley//
light them nigga’s up like we doin’ah grand finale//
flow go hard like im tryin’ah win a grammy//
see how i got money that be older then your granny//
when i hit the stage, nigga’s be like yea his flow go//
disagree, 40 cal make you jump like a pogo//
i do it solo, fuck yall, no homo//
and im gon' throw my sign up like a logo//
on note though, fuck’ah cop like robo//
but i will never stop seeing that dough unlike a hobo//
and that is, fo sho tho//
i beat this beat up like a dog with it’s feet up//
now dj cut this track up like’ah meat cleav’uh//
i spit sick, they like bless you like i got a fever//
ya girl catch my flu im in and out her then i leave her//
cuz she know that my bars be fresher then some lever//
fuck a ho and they drama, they ain’t fuckin' up my weekend//
bitch talk smack and i cracker like some wheat thins//
chop her up bag her and then i pack her like i’m cheifin//
im sellin' records nigga i ain’t even out yet//
flow be shockin' niggas like they fingers in an outlet//
so mu-fucka if you think you really bout that//
- like an aussie i will bring a nigga outback//
the burner flip’em and we cook’em like an omlet//
nigga that is on bet, we leave’ah nigga armless//
i am so on this and im just being honest//
im the shit, you nigga’s is garbage//
so, put’ah dick in your ear fuck what you heard i am the hardest//
part of me like pardon me like im the best i’ll ever be//
these nigga’s is testin' me but they can’t get the best of me//
im servin' up the best mc’s and now they want the recipe//

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check out some my stuff i got posted and tell what u think about it from the 4th of july till now.

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yea, im’ah take a look back

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Hey thanks and all keep doin me

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My lines sting like a lungful of crack

Kyree is back with this lyrical attack

Metaphorically, Im in the teeth of wack rappers as bacterial plaque

My flow can break ones back so lemme unpack

This traumatic lyrical heart attack

The soon to be schitzofrenic smack dealin and overdoser on penicillin

Just say im the evil rap villian

Leavin ladies tied to the railroad tracks

And im the reason babies getting the disease known as tay-sachs

This lyrical collaboration makes rappers need cardiac resuscitation

Microphone blazer sendin prank calls to the world health organization

An uprising to a police investigation

Getting more pussy than the Clinton administration

My flow disrupts your brain and sends you to classes of special education

Give your son or daughter mental retardation

Im on top of the world like its axis of rotation

And time I aint wastin cause im a microphone innovation

Creating sick rhymes is what I do for an occupation

With no hesitation Im a ill spitter myself

Rhymes like these puttin rappers on the shelf

Dealt with more than Skywalker in an asteroid belt

Im a lyrical tub of acid and wack rappers I melt

Chip away at wack til there’s only a k

Massacre them faggots without a delay

Im like a fat man eatin rappers like they were food at a buffet

Kyree the walking oxy moron

Expanding upon the subject of what’s goin on

Im the icey-hot cold as fire lyricist

Built to hurt causing more pain then bleeding wrists

Putting wack rappers into a hold of submission

Keep’em outta commission wit this lyrical ammunition

It’s like when this paper meets pencil lead

It creates a form of blunt force that goes straight to head

So other rappers take heed

Cause my lyrics cause death and it’s guaranteed

Came out my momma’s womb as a fuckin bad seed

Destined to succeed and rappers in the way would be ran over like bulls on stampede

Murk wack artists wit my literary work

Kyree, stamp you out like a hotel desk clerk

In my line of work Im the sublimenal ball of hurt

Keepin all you rappers up on alert

Cause in my raps they dont bite dust they bite the dirt

Leave em on the ground and pour gasoline all around

Light the match drop it and you’ll never be found

It’s that easy cause thats how Kyree will make it sound

And I’ll even take it back further

Ill murder your mother durin ultrasound

And then Ill take further again

Cock block your father while hes doin his thing

And now Im wit your mother doin a show up in Beijing

Skills and flow is wat I bring to the table

Have enough money to make your life a fable

Leavin a car bomb underneath ya Mercury Sable

Liva la Kyree

Im as important as vitamin E to an amputee

The soon-to-be spokesman for MTV

Cause im a killer emcee

Ego larger than the state of tennessee

Doin drive-bys on wack emcees in my GMC

Tinted windows black

Givin no warning of attack

Kyree, the only mother fuckin who keeps the flow on track

The only motherfucker who can bring the flow back

Built like a Kentucky thoroughbred

Mix gunpowder wit lead live ya in a hospital bed

And im cocked back like a shotgun gunnin

Got all these fuckin faggots up, up, and runnin

The cunning lyricist who spits these clever lyrics

The shit that you hear is my most cunning

Sent on this Earth to make your girlfriend start cumming

And also to take over Hell to make it keep burning

Cause the only reason that I havent yet died

Is cause heaven dont want me

And hell’s afraid that leadership is what I’ll provide

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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

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Who wants to battle?

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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

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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

KASANOVA 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

Last edited 17 Jul 2008 11:16 pm by kasanova

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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

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You guys are pretty good. Do you have anymore right now?

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Ay man I aint Lil Wayne but if ya chop my nuts off Ill sound tha same

I aint stuntin like my daddy cuz my raps aint as lame

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Put a cap in his ass and I promise he wont sing another a milli a milli a milli

Im a whole 500 Degreez hotter and I just started this game

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

There were 3 damn droughts cuz i drank all his water

Came around twice and fed my dick to his daughter

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

He aint the Best Rapper Alive not even the twenty-third

His voice sounds like a white trash drunk whos voice is slurred

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

I may not pop bottles like I won a championship

But I got lyrics that’ll make Waynes heart beat skip....heart beat skip

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

When Kyree hits the scene best pack ya Duffle Bag Boy

Cause im on a mission that is a verbal attack of search and destroy dissin

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Best send tha Fireman home cause I put out ya flame

Put ya wack ass lyrics out without even takin aim

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

And Im so Fo Sheezy that Weezy is too easy diss

His lines arent worth my two squirts of piss

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Talkin bout Gangstas and Pimps this gangsta needs to catch a glimpse

Of the new wave of sound of my type of Gangsta Shit

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Go DJ that’s my DJ

Just kill me if I say that any day

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Shawty aint humpin cuz shes suckin on ma lollipop

Ill take her later to see if I can make that cherry pop

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Pop that Pussy was a song about himself

Lil Wayne doesnt need dissin he does it by himself

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Sky’s the Limit? Yea boy that’s a crip thing

Last time I checked werent you a blood Wayne?

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Pump that Bass while my fist sets pace

I’ll give ya a reason not to feel your face

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Tha block aint hot it’s cold as snow

I got Mr. Carter regurgitating blood from his own menstrual flow

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

I be runnin laps around Weezy’s raps

Wayne I do want war I’ll make ya lungs collapse

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

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hit me up somebody with a response

“THIS GAY DON’T POP THE STEAL” while I “OFF AND KILL” call me *DOC* the “WAY MY SHOT IS ILL”/// I *RUN GAME* on this *KID’S DAME* so watch as I make his bitch disappear “WHEN I COP A FEEL” (Copperfield) /// You’re crazy if you “THINK MY RHYMES AINT REAL” cause everyone knows I *BLAZE THEM TECS* and [AIM THE BEAM] *ON ROOKS AND VETS* you as a [GOOD EMCEE] is like a broken [CHANGE MACHINE] it don’t *MAKE NO SENSE*(CENTS)*/// These wack emcees make me mad have me {STEWING IN HATRED} so I *BUCK OCK FOR SURE* cause like a *CLUMSY DOCTOR* I keep fucking {LOSING MY PATIENCE}(PATIENTS) /// I’m hot with my lyrics “LIKE I’M TOTING WITH MY PEN” “WHILE YOU’RE POKING OTHER MEN”(lol you homo)/// I stay *BANGING CRAZY HOES* and *BLAZING CAR RADIOS* “LIKE I’M SMOKING IN THE BENZ”/// And I don’t always know the who,what or where, “BUT I ALWAYS GET THE WHEN”(win)///

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Hello King John.

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i dont have anymore right now but im workin on one its almost done tho

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Im the definition of a lyrical musician

Watch out Colonel Sanders cause Im makin the transition

Eatin wack rappers like a bucket of chicken

Poetic like Charles Dickens

Im a year round tradition

Lyrical phychic hypnotize you to listen

And as the plot thickens Im a cause it to twist

Make the super hero slit both of his wrists

Causin all this to happen call me the evil microphone killer

No one’s iller, Im the lyrical blood spiller

See me on posters plasted wanted for serial killin

Fillin out papers at the local unemployment place

Shot the clerk in the face now Im takin her place

Show up to work drunk and about 3 hours late

Cussin out my supervisor tellin her to suck my dick

Now Im sittin in court cause I thought she said just a lick

Got me subcluded from the rest cause they afraid about the bullets in their chest

The original manic microphone smasher

In this environment im a more quick adapter

Fuck you more than a sex craved raptor

And I wrapped her in so much seram wrap wrapping

That she’s pretty much just a chromosome mapping

Too much illegitimate rhymes causing fury

Two days later Im sittin in front of the grand jury

Cause my fury is straight blind

Like Jack Black Ill make things rewind to a time

When there was a beginning to this rhyme

Creating a smokescreen to the sublime democracy we call the United States

Creating Lyrical Earthquakes off the scales of the Richter

Constricting flow from half ass rappers like a boa constrictor

The swifty swiftless predictor

No other oxy moron is quite thicker

Posting up like postage stamp sticker

Ill give ya enjoyment like the taste of a snickers

They say my raps cause sublimenal mind warfare

My lyrics send people straight to hospital care

Or even worse an electric chair now your family is in despair

Kyree, the multimillionaire walkin on air as if I were MJ

The basketball king and one wit weird instincts

And if I inbreed

Im a make a whole family of rappers just like me

So cant you see the style of fresh that I must maintain

The insane ill rapper who stays stuck in your veins

Quite like cocaine Im fast on the hook

Rhymes like mine should come with an instruction book

Unhookin mics at your show and use’em as my own

Lyrical cyclone eatin away at your neck bone

Needin cologne cause your lyrics aint fresh

Battlin you would be like an internet page refresh

Tearin at flesh til you turn mesh

Just like your style cause your style turned ripe

Bitin on my hype would be the worst choice for your type

Id smoke your ass like a crack addict on the pipe