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.....