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All I wanna do is drink smoke and take pills, make mils with snake trills and clown dudes with fake grills/ they wear them shits in they mouth down south and out west, but in the east this is how you pass the test/ yes you get yourself a chain, the best place to start, and make sure it's made from an element off the periodic charts/ try hiphoxygen or rapinum, if you're hot use trillinium, then get that shit molded animalistic or reptilian/ with a 20 comment minimum, I'll paint a perfect picture, then wrap that shit around your neck and call it a constricter/ perfect gift for family members friends and red heaired giants, just beware of sneaky leftcoasters with their bitterness and defiance/ cuz your chain could end up tooken especially if you ain't lookin, thank god you got a chain guy on the low somewhere in Brooklyn!

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In my lifetime ain't too many things better than watching your first son match his sneakers to his sweater/while the 2nd one learns his letters and the 3rd is even better, rhyme games and word puzzles during grouphang get togethers/ what's better, than nas' illmatic and it was written?/ or a pumpkin ice cream sandwich at the wine kitchen?/ what's better, gettin hyped up or trying to kick it mellow?/ how bout flippin rhymes with shza or his boy mike costello/...

12/18 me-definition

Walking talking Stephen spits that change you can believe in, I know it’s odd but this job that I got, makes me feel even./ Never leavin!/ Pipes they still cost a fortune so do abortions. My way had to be forced in kill cats from BK down to Lorton/ my presence felt, spaghetti westerns skip the cowboy hat and lasso . People think VA is shorthand for vicious asshole/ I won’t set ‘em straight, I celebrate , why stop em? I just let em hate. So fly that I can levitate, let me demonstrate/ battling me is like a yellow light, prepare to get stopped! this throttle of mine like a bottle of wine you get popped!/ stop actin like you sick already, be a visionary, and understand there’s more ways to flip styles than missionary/ All your teachers see you and talking like “ I knew he was a bama". Neighbors thought you was the faggot type when they caught you dressed like grandma/ keep talking loud I got a megaphone, known to spray a poem to tear away your dome, time to go reclaim my throne, yo it’s like…

12/17 a December to remember...

Sippin too much elf punch I'm bound to beat myself up, tis the season to get drunk during this festive twelvth month/ all I remember of December is the high the rest a blurr, all the frankincense and myrrh reminding me of yesteryerrrr/ dressed in fur, a red jumpsuit is Eddie all types of sweaty, fueled up like he robbed Getty not time to go yet but he's ready/ bathroom sessions at the bar quick smoke get in the car, wintherthur ain't that far plus you can call in sick tomorr/ so Santa jumped in millers chevy and decides to follow Steve, too bad it wasn't close to Christmas it was all hallows eve...

12/16 K Kind, Kabob, ketamine, kaiser, kingdom, kleptomania, krypton, Keightley, Knockwurst, Knownothing

In my kingdom we kill ketamine and deal in the raw, is it considered kleptomania if I steal you in the jaw?/ I'm feelin flawed people hate me, scare away bitches like Keightley, I'm kinda kind but lately this state of mind has made me/ into a monster I'm from krypton merk any beat that I spit on, tellin bitch rappers git gone as soon as the mic gets clicked on/ I'll kabob these kids put shish thru their little sis, all these knownothing chicks don't know who they cluckin with/ duckin quick when the glock bursts, my car's out front? You better knock first, there's a good chance I got her kaiser roll wrapped around my knockwurst...
 

12/15 dirt mcgirt...

Battling me is like flirting with disaster, otherworldly I'm a master, went from zero to thirty faster than your boy ol' dirty bastard/ spittin bangers to these flamers since before 36 chambers strangle strangers out of anger alone in the zone of danger/ well known it's a no brainer, game changer stayed at the crack spot, proposterous but came with a posthumous spot on Blakroc/ don't judge him unless you're matlock that's roulette with a gat cocked, pointed at the temple can't it be all so simple?/ pioneered the wu movement but acted like nuthin to it, one of the best to ever do it most probably never knew it... 

12/14 phashish.

So theres this- new sensation sweeping across the nation, it's got weed freaks spacin and changing the conversation/ victims range from paul to jason so quickly out comes the sticky, copped it from some hippie, who'da thought something was phishy/ got me all types of twisty eyes misty start feeling sick, forget that other bullshit homie take a puff of this/ Quick fast get the stash, red lit it it's getting passed. Yo what the fuck is that? Just hit it it's called the phash/ I did now I'm fallin fast, ignored him he said be cautious, front seat I'm getting naseous I'm spinning here come the jaw spits/ in my own personal auschwitz, waves of regret galore, pull myself up off the floor and ask where can I get some more?!

12/11 being green...

Wet my pallette with some green then splash some green on my easel, greenbacks from green raps keeps my shit biodiesel/ this is clean coal technology, my mean flow is scholarly, I steamroll these queens yo they seem so bizarre to me/ honestly, I gotta be coastin on a mission, I can control my emotions but can't control my emissions/ what I'm spittin is the raw, rocket fuel to dead them all, other rappers watered down sound like they rhyme with ethanol...

12/10 thug

How do we understand thug in a world of racial tension? Can we see it in a press conference in one's facial expression?/ or is is more about the clothes or a set of corn rows? Or do I have to swap out the word women for hoes?/ is it meant to bring division like mathematics or religion? Do I have to burn the ism or do a term in prison?/ or is thug something created so the racists can spew hatred? Is being a thug a statement? Can it be someone who's "made it"?/ whatever the case I say we trade it and get rid of misconceptions, and congratulate AI on his homecoming reception..

12/9 J: joggle, jack, joboo, jade, jazz, jay, jitterbug, jersey, jargon, juballation, jabberwock

I caught a jitterbug, the flu, got a lot of it too, asked Jeremy for a Jack he said I gotta jiboo/ my jargon is rude, beatin me's like trying to outbargain a Jew, treat rappers like jay did his jerseys, to the garbage with you/ harder than who? My jubilation's easily mistaken, I'm old school like jazz and prone to jabberwock your face in/ what you facin, amazin,  I'm like jade to an Asian, and if joggle was a word right here would be the perfect placement...

12/2 iambic, icon, illuminate, ideology, ignition, implicate, infantocracy (def:goverment by an infant), ignorant, ingenious,

Steve the ingenious icon illuminates any path that I'm on, implicated in the murder of any beat that I rhyme on/ when I'm gone, the ignorant will spread their ideology, rhyming i's but without j hiphop would be an infantocracy/ puzzled by this prophecy pentameter's iambic, that's the way I planned it, new ruling king I AM it/ punch you once then I-reland it,  abuse a beat like Ike, matter of fact more Joe Jack the way I incessantly beat up mics/known to speed up fights my fire ignites the ignition, I'd like it if you listen, I've got the pot but no pipe to piss in

12/1 don't forget...

I don't drink to forget, I drink to remember. Reminiscing and having kids are the only ways to live forever/ I will never, disregard the circumstances that caused this kid's rage, which is why I tattooed 'nunca olvida' on my ribcage with a switchblade/ been rippin this since sixth grade, but still stay relevant, puff tree heavily with the memory of an elephant/ heavensent but hellbound, spellbound from chronic vices, rememeber me for lyrics that serve as pnuemonic devices. 
  

11/30 why wait?

A true procrastinator has mastered 'i'll wait till later', I ain't trying to be a hater so just consider this a favor/ why wait unless you're a waiter, waiting is weight that weighs down fakers, to all you wasted ac slaters there's several ways to skin a gator/ shit is layer upon layer of putting off get nothing done, lemme tell you something son life ain't happy fluffy fun/ shit is rugged rusty guns, dusty rum and bad liquor. why wait? grab a snickers and slap bitches out they knickers!

11/25 tryptophan trip with fam

We travelled hundreds of miles by plane to visit fam in a distant land, thanksgiving brings out the best in this recovering Christian man/ listen man, ill take you back the inside track on a tradition, for a couple years running we'd stay at my sister's for thanksgiving/ see, me I like to cook, I find the process quite relaxing, boombox bumpin Michael Jackson, kitchen knives ignite the passion/ dicing slicing action in a fraction of the time, remove the turkey from the brine, generously coat with thyme/ oh it's time to stuff with stuffing, stuff that stuff right in the oven, get back to the pickup game of football cuz we're down seven to nothing/ puffin chron when mom ain't lookin, drinking beer while dinner's cookin, watching hours pass by but it seems this year we're mistooken/ or mistaken, I ain't fakin went to check progress we're makin, peep the turkey time to baste it, maybe pull a piece off and taste it/ then "oh shit!" I must be wasted, how could things have gone so fuckin wrong? Spent an entire day cooking and noone turned the oven on... Damn. 

11/24 the bad...

Then there's bad. Bad is a word that was flipped so we could strike back, plus the name of the third solo release by mike jack/ bad is a blow to the beak with a spike bat, or learning that the mc of your favorite song didn't write that/ bad is a poorly timed hi-hat or a weak kick, or when Victoria won't let you in on her little secret/ bad is when your dime turns out to be a freak bitch, looking for every Tom dick and Harry to sleep with/ peep this, bad's the state of mind when you can't see the silver line, choke and can't spit a rhyme, punishment don't fit the crime/ in a different time bad was facing a recession, I say bad is being lied to to and we still ain't learned the lesson/ bad's a case of coke depression dropping the blunt during a session, thinking this day was bad but more worried 'bout the next one/ bad is always second guessing an not trusting your own gut,  blamed for crimes you ain't commit but the culprit won't own up/ bad is bourbon thrown up, wifing a known slut, crooked cops with blind eyes for some cash and a do-nut/ oh shucks! 

11/23 slept. tropic days of thunder...

I'm a- topic hunter that will bring the tropic thunder, make mc's stop and wonder why I'm on top they're often under/
spit a dropkick hop then punch ya lyrics sharp enough to puncture, you're microscopic not enough to stop this hotness the prophet punk'd ya/
better off in a bunker hunkered down noone around, the music'll dull the sound, kick it over mull around/
I'll leave your skull in ground, dumb it down so masses get it, we massive so forgettit flag half masted blast beheaded/
get to mass the master's said it, I'll outlast surpass pathetic, call the medics and ambulance, these clowns don't stand a chance/
all they do is chant and dance, wear big pants and try to act hard, while I'm so potent should be glass jarred for runnin laps around em: NASCAR. 

11/19 Connect the dots. mustache, calipso, Steven Segal, dust bowl, Area 51, drum n bass, the Netherlands, DMT, fingernail

If you must ask my mustache is the place where I save coke, can't live in the Netherlands cuz  my rappin ass'd  stay broke/ I'd be smokin dmt, shovellin blow in my fuckin face, at club area 51 dancing to drum n bass I love this place/huff duster from a dust bowl while the dj spins the disco, paint my fingernails black and feel the rhythms of calypso/ oh shit yo! There goes Steven Segal and Cisco! I knew the Dutch were behind but who'da thought that they'd be this slow?!  

11/18 H is for habit, hybrid, highlight(s), heimlic, horticulture, Hager, hesitate, heifer, and heirloom

I rhyme sick need the heimlich you'll be runnin out of air soon, ask hager he'll tell you my rhymebook's a family heirloom/ I'd like to highlight the fact I exposed the first mc hybrids.  Who called out these 'green' rhyme recycling posers? I did/ I swear it on my kids these heifers hesitate from habit, while we stay puffin trees like we got degrees in horticulture- faggots! 

11/17 what's beef

What's beef? Beef is the broad side of a cattle or a contest between mc's spittin rhymes in a battle/it's only natural to have competition and rhyme rivalries, especially when there's money involved and a bunch of tough-guy mc's/surprisingly most rappers turn to homos when you meet em, talk a lot of beef but deep inside they're really vegans/ nowhere near as skilled as stephen, find, outrhyme 'em, kill 'em, leave 'em, take the illest human being have him beggin for his freedom/ shoulda seen 'em Steve the butcher punkin dudes like Ashton kutcher, bring the beef to Bruce when I get loose and that's the truth/ as for proof I hit the booth and none can hurt me or outwork me, I vote we smoke out beef and make jerky.. 

11/13 where my dogs at?

I skip the bull-dawg, I'm a matador or Labrador retreiver, massive as a mastiff ears to the street like a beagle/ I'm evil, box me in I'll outbox a boxer rock a flannel, poprocks vodka and Daniels I'll outcock a cocker spaniel/ while my man will- keep pushing me to spit work to split jerks, my Jack Russel bit Kurt, guaranteed that shit hurt/ prolly rip the kid's shirt, soft as poodles or ramen noodles,  me vs you? Just type rott vs chihuahua into google/ or even youtube, screw you, I'm Sun Tzu you're a shihtzu, rip thru your tissue till doctors can't fix you/ I'll whistle, call my dogs to hound you blood or basset, lyrics flood the masses, yo who you f*ckin askin?!

11/12 happy day j.

Yo this one's for jscott, just jpressed my argyle socks, my jcrew sweater vest, tie half Windsor knot/ dress it up head to the Kitchen for an instant celebration, by the time you read this there'll be a new location moves  he makin/ had a son in the winter so he named him after summer, down to roll to Charlestown in a triple stretch Hummer/ its no wonder he's a stunner, plain to see this bama's grown,  don't answer my calls bad reception in his new banana phone/ dialtone, leave a message second guesser snazzy dresser, dressed as milosh walkin Milo Nike suit nobody fresher/ no sir yessir, know I got you next fifty if you need, congrats on fulfilling the goals that we all just blamed on weed....
 

11/11 anagrams

Steve the EVANGELIST has always been EVIL'S AGENT, NARCISSISM is MAN'S CRISIS and I'm guilty of being flagrant/ you got ACHEIVEMENTS? NICE, SAVE THEM, I'm a little off kilter, for perhaps the same reason A SHOPLIFTER ~ HAS TO PILFER/  my MOTHER IN LAW's a WOMAN HITLER, a NEEDY CHICK like DICK CHENEY, a DISHONEST HEDONIST at the wine house with Amy/ you'll be EAGER to AGREE my SAINTLINESS ENTAILS SINS, these gay rappers are PRINCESS DIANA and the END IS A CAR SPIN/ I MUST RANT so I throw TANTRUMS until it's time to craft a rhyme, DIPLOMACY's a MAD POLICY but my SIGNATURE's  A TRUE SIGN/ that-I'm, an ANTAGONIST but NOT AGAINST mc's, it's just that my lonely MEGALOMANIA has A MAIN GOAL:ME.

11/10 nothin but a g thang...Gallows Gamble Garbarino Gangrene Gelatin Gemini Geisha Gluten Glossary Ganja

Its me, Shallow steve on the eve of all Hallows, wanna battle? Thats a gamble,  you might end up in the gallows/ im a veteran, against me you will never win, watch as i turn pig faced rappers into gelatin, keep tellin 'em/ I'll amaze ya, got chicks from north america to asia, blaze haze with neighbors, prostitutes and geishas/  Shootin glue on glutes if she's allergic to my gluten, ask my man Garbarino, son this new shit is a nuisance/ crews are used to spreadin lies, two faced geminis can't hack it, I'll burn a whole ton of ganja or gang of grene with gene jacket/ peep my glossary, I'm gorgeous with the gift I spit at rhymecamp, staying on my grind-can't, you see your flows dry while mine's damp?
   

11/9 Alan Thicke 1947-2009

So I'ma present this in a diff-er-ent light, and murder the dad from Growing Pains in the Thicke of the night,cuz he ain't rippin it right/ son what I'm spittin is nice, and when it's all said and done- I'll be sticking his wife, and after hittin it twice/ And gettin sweet head, ima make her eat lead, together they can weep-dead, boil the meat off their faces and make a sweetbread/ that's what I call a meathead, did you really think hiring Arsenio Hall would give you some street cred?/ f*ck no! You'd better duck yo,  Before I wreak some havoc, retribution for the hassle I got from your border patrol customs faggots/  you're a dude that likes cocks, you ain't Rachael mcadams, snow, avril, hartman or mike fox, you prolly root for the white sox/ cuz your home team ain't runnin shit, even your own (tv) son didn't listen to none of your punishments, plus lil ben was gettin molested by boner and lovin it/ doesn't it all make sense?, in present tense? Steal you in the face like leonardo dicap stole your presents then left?! never repent, what i spit's the right,he'd be pissed tonite, if he found out i told everyone how good tv shows were his kryptonite/ that bitch cant fight, plus he's ugly, them playgirl photos of you and that fuzzy bunny were fugly! i'm like an '87 fairoaks britches rugby trust me, I'll f*ck you up sonny.....   

11/5-6. What's Good?

What's good homie? Good is when you in  training so you can rock knots, rip a rhyme to find you got another follower at the blogspot/ what's good homie?, good is an 18 year old no rocks scotch, or partying with ridiculous chicks and nobody cockblocks/ what's good homie? Good's a  sick cipher with a large crowd around it, or going to your favorite bar and it's the right amount of crowded/what's good homie? Good is the pair of jeans that a corner bag is found in, or hittin up a party and wack mu'fuckas ain't allowed in/ what's good homie? Good is watching my kids spittin jayz, a five year old puttin on for his city shit is crazy/ what's good homie? Good is how they don't cease to amaze me, I strive to raise em as good as or better than my folks raised me/ what's good homie? Good is when you puff the tree comfortably,stay up till three and wake up for work the next morning like it was nuthin b/ what's good homie? Good is when you don't expect nuthin free,  so you grind with the rhyme so you can spit that shit ruggedly/ what's good homie? Good is when your friends are more like your family, reminiscing about high school and college, bumpin 'Can't it Be'/ what's good homie? Good is a text from Red "on the canopy...", or gettin so mad at music it brings out the mc and fan in me/ what's good homie?!!!  

11/4 game six..

I cant conceal it, i can feel it with my sixth sense. Me? I've been sick since cd's cost sixpence/
Stay doing well over 60 on 66, 30 pairs of shoes in the trunk equals 60 kicks/
I quickly mix, my letters and numbers to catch mc's in slumber, only 6 degrees exist to separate me from Stevie Wonder/
6 feet under, carried by six to your place of rest, $600 says the yanks win by six, place your bet/
6 blunts laced with wet, blaze the set on some outrageous, six dead rappers reported in the paper on page six/
take this back to basics, I call the shots, call ya bitch, Steve triple six been dope since Paul the sixth/
call it quits, eighty six ya, like last night Boston did the sixers, stickin six sisters that suck d*ck for swishers/
spliff twister, mister nowhere close to six figures, stick out like a sixth finger on a six foot stick figure/
sick as six shizzers, 12 blades, 6 scissors, im sick off the sizzurp i sipped with six strippers/
f*ck snow i sniff blizzards with wizards of six types, spit six bars for the Source and they gave it six mics...
I could really do this all day..  

11/3 26 bars marathon...

Steve Pheidippides flippin these styles for miles, this pr*nc*pe child is wild, sent to beguile with smiles/
meanwhile, its nightly that mc's wanna fight me, 26 bars and runnin hit the finish line scream out "Nike!"/
rightly, the crown is mine, defend it with skills from Sparta, rhymecamp making history- something you want to be a part of/
pistol popped by the starter, I hurdle the murdered rappers, words'll disperse disaster, this personal curse'll snap ya/
merk a verse if I have ta,  I'm after the notoriety, if we voted no flow-er tied with me, I'm overdose you're sobriety/
get comatosed for tryin me, my diary splashed with red sauce, tellin bamas to get lost, cut a mu'f*cka's head off/
you dead lost, or last, while I finish first in this hiphop marathon, spittin no pot to piss in nor a ghettoblaster to blare it on/
somewhere along, the line between insanity and stupidity, I teach mc's about humility, can't run this race without running into me/
I set the pace with my delivery, just a taste of what god's given me, so don't expect no sympathy if you ain't dope enough to spit with me/
I'm sim-pa-ly, quick off the mark, get ready get set let's go now, rhymecamp timestamp a throw down, no chance I'll ever slow down/
I know now, that I ain't a sprinter it's distance that makes me a winner, no short bursts of energy I'm a full century of winter/
longevity continues to remain the name of the game, so to finish the way I came, me and pheidippides one in the same/
runnin from fame, do whatever I gotta to push forward, so passionate for hiphop that I'm willing to die for it....       

11/2 Already did it...

So I've been had rhymes, I done seen bad times, cats is waitin for their cake I already had mines/
Im still hungry, plus I've been ahead of you dummies, I already finished off rappers trying to take the crown from me/
done with dunny, I been had sons and kids, already a god, I'm already done with this/
if I had one more wish,  I already used it,  I been killed music, I've been on that new shit/
I catch it then lose it, it's already a game to me, I've been saying what's on my mind exactly how it came to me/
no one wants to play with me, I been spittin flames for free, already swallowed the torch and scorched all lame mc's/
they been sounded the same to me, I already shook em off, if you lost your head, it's cuz I already took it off/
what you get for lookin soft, I been spit the hardest, already heartless, been proving what heart is, with smart shit..... 

10/29 on seeing Jay in Canada...

I'm not a Canada guy, but i get Canada high,
With a flow so wet it'll be hard to keep Canada dry/
Damn if they try, so many classics can’t wait to hear Jay bust ‘em
iPod filled with so much dope you prolly won’t get thru Customs/
I’m accustomed, to traveling for music, got a reason
If you’re able to doubt you should be counted out for treason/
It’s freezin, in Canada , but worth it to see Hova
Even though your favorite emcee still lives in Nova!/
I’m kidding, of course, Jay’s earned the title ‘greatest’
Cats will travel to different places just to see him rock stages/
Far surpassed famous, more of an international icon
Reach kids across the globe, with or without the mic on/
I hope he puts Mike on, to rap along with a hot song/
Just tell him to hit your boy up at everythingrhymes dot blogspot dot com!

have fun and be careful, mug...

10/28 part 2 F...fawn, fabric, foreigner, feces, fellatio, fermentation, foreshadow, finicky, fanatic, fantasy

I'm one of those finicky mc's that considers fakers foreigners, you fawns spittin feces are about to meet the coroner/its a fantasy if you think you're defeating me in a battle, fold back my foreskin during fellatio so I don't cast a foreshadow/ got beef? Bring more cattle, refer 'em for termination,  compared to mine your raps come second like malolactic fermentation/  I'm a fanatic with this rap shit, it's woven in my fabric, make mc's disappear like they was AIDS and I was Magic!

10/28 what's better?

What's better? A dope battle or good song, a blunt or a good bong, doing what's right or a good wrong?/ what's better? A quiet evening at home or an all nighter, rockin a large crowd or small cipher, a train bomber or stall writer?/ what's better? A classically trained dancer or street breaker, musician or beat maker, strong Beam or a weak Maker's?/ what's better? A  full iPod or crates of vinyl, church with reverend Run or saying grace with Lionel?/ what's better? Retro Jordan's or clean One's, dirty or clean fun, a solo win or a team one?/ what's better? A studio album or live show, you stay while I go, shit - how should I know?/ What's better? To me it's all oranges and apples, SoBe's and Snapples, Crunch bars and Krackles/ clotheslines and tackles, money clips and wallets, drug addicts and alcoholics, damn coach I can't call it!

10/27 eff the phillies

So NY's known for baseball, busy days and sleepless nights huh, while Philly ain't been hot since Mike Schmidt and Lenny Dykstra/ I'm known for rippin mics brah, gettin straight silly, moved on to Dutches cuz I can't stand the phillies/ a city, of brotherly love to me sounds like some fags, watch me burn up a uniform and pee on a red hat/ get that? step back, autopilot do this yearly, all we do is win pennants and go to the world series/ clearly a better team, better city, better fans, I hope that next October the phillies got some better plans!  

10/26 crew

Okay, this oughtta be a live one, when it comes my crew the word friend just don't describe 'em/ where im from they're siblings this kid brings the rhyme raw, this is who I rhyme for, who I'd break a bamas spine for/ who I'd sign the dotted line for, prolly sell my soul too, me and half my boys prolly roll thru your whole crew/ i told you, most ain't ready for T-Y or Teddy, JMills cosmic chuck Shay-Z Red or Eddie/  plus Nicky Ritz, Sal, Treech, Bob and BNick, making waves when we spit, you faking end up seasick...bet.

ps..rhymecamp went live on friday and what happened was not practice. it was the hiphop gods letting us know that we're on the right track.

10/25 leftovers

An oldie but .....



I'm what they call a Jack of all trades but the master of none, alright - that's a lie I'm the master of one/ I'm a disaster, this bastard tackles rappers for fun, laugh at 'em, blast and see how fast they can run/ outlasted by none, surpassed the best the test passed I aced it, your broke raps are basic on some brokeback and gayshit/ music's blaring time to face it, pay the piper meet your maker, a little Makers Mark and water turn on the beat I'll seek out fakers/ bring the heat to herds of haters, the world's a stage and we're the players, my vision's Tarantino violence mixed with Scorcese layers/ plus the dialogue of Woody Allen sometime in the seventies, words deserve to be heavily, preserved and observed for centuries/ they say the best inventions be birthed out of necessity, my notebook looking like the joy of cooking but with rhymes instead of recipes.....

10/23 well hung. over.....

I woke up in a daze, at least a little confused, amazed I'm still alive also a little bit amused/ I'm used-to blacking out just glad that someone found me, it's more than just a headache I prolly overstepped some boundaries/ I can recall a few moments when I acted a real fool, so I'll call everyone I was with to make sure we're still cool/ check my phone for messages to help piece together this riddle, stop at mcdonalds large coke coffee and a mcgriddle/ one whiff and it'll - throw it out with the quickness, amazed I just spent $7 for 2 drinks, what is this?/ right now I got bigger fish to fry so f*ck it, like how'd I get this bruise and what happened to my hundred ducketts?/ I'm stuck, it sucks, on the verge the urge to vomit, gotta change my jeans they got the smell of whiskey and smoke on it/ I promise if I come out of this I won't drink for a while, god knows I'm lying my fingers crossed with a smile....

10/22 flip your name, using the first few letters/sounds..

i changed the assignment a bit, trying to get it right!

St. Stephen, on all saints day evening, stay hawking broads in sterling, till they screaming. Stupidity left me stuck on Hawk street steamin, stranded and eatin hamhocks and steaks, still scheming.

Stoic stereotype refused talks to stay stagnant, stoked cuz Hulk Hogan struck out at the pageant. Shotgunned a schlitz then stumbled straight to the station,
Stellar stalks of celery stealthily starved the statesmen.

Stephen H. Awkward straight stalking Tony Hawk birds, stoned I stock words, like Tone Stark a talk-er. Still a show stopper, stow hawks for doctors, stole a stalled stockcar, stashed it in the stockyard.

10/21 E... Edible. Ergonomics. Exodus. Endurance. Estrogen. Emulate. Embezzle. Effervescant. Erie.

It's incredible, who wouldve ever thought that mc's were edible? They ain't got beef, these cats are estrogen injected vegetables/ come mess with us, I'm calling for hiphop's first mass exodus, first class specialist, emulate my endurance it's effortless/ it's eerie how I'm clearly a version of verbal chronic, my words stirred with tonic fit perfectly ergonomic/ I'm working on it, effervescent bubbling I won't fizzle, I'm puzzled embezzle riddles with cats bringing their own sizzle

couple of classics if interested..

topic was cocaine rap:

When we party you don't know how crazy shit gets,
for real...we've been compared to the eighty-six Mets
shzas daryl straw. and i'll be doc gooden
and we'll watch you turn from tough guys to fags like John Goodman
yall couldnt, wanna even battle these nutty rejects
cause every time I rhyme I find myself with bloody kleenex
at open mics hollering 'me next!'
rip three sets
but badly
end up in the parking lot selling my boogers in little baggies?



or topic..murder something to DOA:

Yo this is anti anti-drugs, death of the straight edge,
those judgemental Jesus freak j*rk*ffs, that hate heads/
Thinkin that you're better than me 'cuz you made some fake pledge?
watch me drag that ass up seven flights then throw you off the eigth ledge/
uggghhhh..don't get it twisted or contorted
the pills the c0ke, everything get snorted, unsorted/
this ain't for x's on the hands,
watch the shza slit your throat while I snatch off your plastic bands.
My weekends don't involve sobriety.
this sh*t make bamas wanna try to get high as me/
Yeah this sh*t violent
you're f*cking up if your white night is silent...........

10/20 A Team..

Sprayin rhymes from my brain is how i stay sane,
wanna join my A Team? you'd better bring your A game/
Shaza Baracus bring the ruckus to Johnny Rockets,
rip rappers rhymes apart like limbs out of the socket/
I'm an animal, dismantle you from midsection to mandible,
handle body parts then pass 'em to Murdoch and Hannibal/
Stephen special forces the way that i wrestle corpses,
investigate traitors enmeshed in this metal fortress/
The torches have been lit, my team moves like the Black Hand,
vigilante campers spittin rhymes in a black van/
Spit Pac-Man, Power Pellets I tell it the way I see it,
Caged animal free it, it was a crime we ain't commeeeeiitttt!!!!!!111booyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

10/19 Worldwide...

I've got this - passion to be, international Steve,
Shay Z lit the fire then he passed it to me/
Act-u-ally, it's time to take these smokin vocals global,
roast hopefuls from scenes local across the coastals/
i'm s'posed to, rip rhymes so i went and bought a shredder,
head getter, bet cheddar in Ledbetters/
Once a bed wetter, target harlots with red letters,
trend setter, white loafers a red sweater/
what's better, than a new platform to get right?
a new way to send kites, a rhymecamp website!

thanks cousin!

10/16 freeform friday...

Okay it's dope rhyme Friday so we doing this shit my way,
That means drinking wine and stealing from my mom, sittin Sideways/
Steve Giamatti open my trunk see a body,
everyday be a party, gatdamn we are naughty/
That's my nature, text rhymes so no wasted paper,
spaced out on laced blunts a case of beer and Space Invaders/
In case the haters come a-knockin I got something for protection,
Shay Z blow out their brains in the opposite direction!

10/15 Where the Wild Things Are...

WTWTA how 'bout a movie with no suction,
A guaranteed smash hit Spike Jonze production/
What the what son? Just pass the popcorn to me,
and watch how 10 sentences come to life in a movie/
The story moves me, the word 'inspired' doesn't cut it
answers the question "what if - you dare to dream?" doesn't it?/
A film for the ages it's ageless, a favorite
the basis for statements about banking like Spike's agent/
Amazing! I can't wait to peep it this weekend
if you ain't where it's wild then you prolly just sleeping..

10/14 Disapoint, Dylan, Dandruff, Diego, Dank, Deserve, Devil

Quick and dirrrty...
Yo I get it in, hop in the car and pop a disk of Dylan in
Rip a rail of Diego's Ritalin, I'm dizzy and my dandruff still-itchin/
Puff dank till I'm blank (fill it in), deserve death the way I been killin 'em,
Disappoint the judge when I dipped on sentencin, but is destroying the devil still a sin?

10/13 Canvas, courtroom, compass, candle, costello,control, cellulite, contrary.

Killer Costello kicks it and cause hysteria,
Quick grab my compass so we can canvass the area/
The report says two bodies were found outside of the courtroom
The cellulite is melting and they'll be catching rigor mort soon/
I'll try to control my anxiety but there's some shit I can't handle,
And this is a good example of burning out both ends of the candle/
The Shizzer and I are on it equals relief mixed with grief,
Plus we've seen our share of bodies contrary to popular belief..

10/12/09

It ain't a holiday, it's a holla-day
Another make-three-quarters-of-a-dollar-day
Another do whatever you gotta-day
Live hard so you don't rot away
It's a parmagian and sopressata day
REminisce about ballin at Nottaway
Talking about the ones that got away
Dream of days past but not today
What else do I gotta say?
Shit, I wonder what my father'd say
If he could see the god today
Amd watch his grandkidssmile and play

Backstory...

We started rhyme camp as a way to get your boy back into shape in order to make a new album. And if there's no album, at least we would have had a lot of fun. The project was imagined and created by Red, the 7 foot assassin, then taken over entirely by Shay-Z, the Shizzer. The working product is a set of daily mental/verbal calisthenics, designed to keep me in the present thinking about the future. This site will display the "daily rhyme" as challenged by the shizzer, which is ultimately tool sharpening for the final product. Welcome to RhymeCamp, where everything rhymes...........

First and Foremost

shout to mills for scrubbin my mouth out.