yo my rhyme designs are far byond this time/
spit bars and blind 20/20 vision eyes/
cause my minds lyricaly inclined/
to freeze time and rewrite the history book headlines/
criminal thoghts are sober/
top noch flame thower/
high ranked microphone soldier/
plus iam heartless to the point where dead bodys chouldent be colder/
the lyrical leviathan/
remain off the chain/
certifed to spit a ton/
place 2 mics infront of me and i instently/
cross my hands like isreal over steel and bless each one/
cause iam truely byfar the illest/
spiting bars to raise spirits/
hip hop scientist/
and my thory is that no living crutrue is even remotely equpit to spit wit this/
superb battle spcealist/
microphone blessing exabistionist/
slash incredible award wining lyrical novelist/
stone hearted rhyme poet/
spiting continueous lyrical flames/
twenty four hours out of three hundred and sixty five days/
so when i approch the mic stand/
all challengers/
might as well cuff their hands cause they'll never touch me anyway/
and even if i chouldent speake/
id still murder your squad telaqaneticly/
medafore vegalante/
lyrical leviathan/
turly the sickest emcee to be concived from a womens ovary over the pass century/
muther fuckers iam ten mic levels beyond the norm/
a perfected verbel lord/
been shiting sick rhymes since the day i was born/
and even after i die i'll propysey from the sky's/
until the day i return to this world in the form of a lyrical thunder storm/
cause yo mentaly hells fire's i withstanded/
and scientificly iam clearly the illest emcee/
who ever placed his foot on this planet/
i'll be declared the greatest in exsistence/
even if apon the mainstream scene i remain albumlist/
my surperiour tecknical lyrical content/
i'll still hold the power/
to scorch the finger tips of each turntableist/
who may ever get the previlege to flip my underground shit/
so fuck every bicth who think's he's a tight lyricist/
but in reality aint even worth the immucalent words that real mic controlers poeticly present/
your not an emcee your just an ideiot/
while my bars are far to intelligent/
cause most of mankind dwelling on this godforsaken earth/
dont even deserve to stand in my presence when iam spiting a verse/
true mic fend vocaly surpreme/
and much to real for b.e.t./
to gritty for rap city/
and to black for m.t.v./
when rhyme rageing/
rather droping hardcore hits on the street/
of freestyling in your basement/
my styles strike wit direct effect/
for vocal mic checks/
cause my survivals based on the precise way that i spit/
and i refuse stop until somebody else gets hit/
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(6/4/01 2:42 pm) Reply
yo
good shit some bars were shorter than others but overal good spit.......
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