Archives: move verse...

Battle me you'll lose your life, do you really wanna chance that?
I've been known to rap my ass off, why you think my pants sag?/
stand back the man's back, the place is jam packed
and I ain't leaving till I hear the fans hands clap/
or till people start rolling out their dance mats
pop locking and breaking till their joints won't stop aching/
if I'm not making sense then just pretend to understand me,
most'll push more bull than Sammy on a quest to win a Grammy/
and that's just faker than Miami how y'all act so artificial,
but I am to wack mc's what weapons inspectors are to missiles/
and when I hear the starter pistol I pioneer and pave my own path.
Purposely I pulverize you punks I pray you know that/
man I hang my hat where home's at to reclaim the throne I won't slack,
gotta keep it movin everyday we show improvement/
so if you ain't in tune with the movement, or the way we do our music
I suggest you find something else to groove with: MOVE!

1/8 beach chair verse...

Life is just a beat to me, I'm just tryna spit to,
15+ years without seein my shit move/
So I'm 'bout to hit you, with so many lines that at times it might seem like just too many rhymes to sit thru/
Spit hop plus I'm hip too. 
Rhyme razors that will slit thru, muscles tendons and tissues,(use use use)/
Went from rockin open mics, writin rhymes and overnights, voices in my head keep saying to me "make sure you flow it right"/
 coach keeps kickin stuff to write, karma's got me lovin life, my mother just keeps praying for meeee/
See I got demons in my past and a rack of fukcin kids, so I gotta handle biz to keep em dipped in Yankee lids/
Plus kicks and hoods as well, lovin gifts from uncle shiz, teachin em the Way so they know exactly how it is/
So when I'm no longer here to pay for fades and lace their feets, give them all the rhymes I wrote and some shiny new beats. (beats)....

1/7 lar lengthwise levitate lashings liberal L lexer liability labrynth

My life is like a labrynth or a map that's lost a road, line my lyrics up lengthwise they'd likely span across the globe/ get so high its like I levitate and lately I get visceral,  My ability's a liability and I'm about to get liberal/ mc's are miserable when I unleash a lexicon of lyric lashing, dope rhymes are like food to me- whatcha doing, fasting?/ I'm everlasting, flex with texters, lexers and a lot more, just know that to challenge me lyrically will get you an L in the box score/ I got more in my top drawer, leave losers legless for a bonus, bring it to where your home is, better get a lar to protect your domus...beeeyatch.    

Archives: it's like that...

At long last, an mc that will stay on task and has gone past the average patterns of thought like dr john nash on strong hash/ in contrast, known for laying more cable than comcast, spraying my spawn upon ass in an explosion that's like a bomb blast/ my mom asked- what I wanted to be when I got older. Without hesitation I told her "universal mc and soldier"/ she put her hand up on my shoulder, I saw her fighting back the tears. I had this writing knack (that was clear) some cats likened that to fear/ transcended white and black for years but till this day still ain't accepted. It don't bug me 'cuz I don't let it yet some folks don't seem to get it/ I don't sweat it, it fuels my fire and inspires me to wage war. Now i spit like an enraged boar that's been caged and displayed since age four/ better believe my dues have been paid for, ran out of rhymes one time so made more. The hand I write with stays sore (this games dirty as an aids whore)/been sent as hiphop's savior save your doubting and negativity. By the end of this you'll be giving me the respect that I deserved initially/ viciously I attack tracks with these verses that don't lack facts. Those that know me know I'm a packrat with rhymes spilling out my knapsack/ I'm sick of r&b rap cats spittin thug shit with a pop sound. They might have the radio locked down but appeal to girls in cars with tops down/ y'all need to knock it off if not now I'm askin when?
When will we stand up like men and restore hiphop to the gem/ it was back then- before the trends, all the jewelery and the Benz. If we make music for us not them our means will justify the end.

1/6 hippies

I fukcs with hippies not strictly just for the sticky or the other drugs they can get me or how quickly they'll split a fifty/
i'll say it simply i'm picky 'bout who my friends be but hippies are friendly especially when they're on E, not empty/
I know plenty and met em while playing frisbee sometime in my early twenties when I was happy being filthy/
it gets tricky they first surfaced in the sixties when kids traded in their dickies and moved to progressive cities/
it ain't all hairy armpits and titties and nitrous that gets you giddy and going for years puffin without combs like diddy/
it sounds shitty but I'd rather be Tom Ripley sailing a course to Corsica sittin pretty in Italy!

50+ btw. holler
  

1/5 ohh nein.

The double 0-9 started off fine, I stayed on my grind with rhyme on my mind/ chills up my spine when when the prez got his shine, a sign of the times learned that life's about the climb/ by the time we hit march I needed to blow some steam, so I linked up with the team in Vegas and ran the scene/in between nights came the birth of the seals, unless you were there you can't imagine how that feels/ for real, a deal's a deal shit went down at the vineyard, a better tale of friending and marriage never been heard/ summer started early, went off without a hitch, finished with a perfectly quiet family trip/ switched the mindframe headed straight to the schoolyear, few trips to the city copped the kids that fresh school gear/ birthdays Halloween thanksgiving on to Christmas, new years eve 2010 yo what is this?/ hope all are enjoying this first week - I'm lovin mine, 'bout fukcin time big things in dub and dime...

1/4 reflection

As I head in a new direction I take the time for some reflection, my life's been a collection of various lessons and transgressions/ but the question, remains is if its change that stays the same,I incessantly wait in vain but should I continue to play this game?/ a blazing flame, I have considered myself but lately I've grown bitter as hell. My notebooks they just sit on the shelf, and I ain't saying that to shit on myself/ I've given so much sometimes so little is left, frustration sets the pace. Accept the fate in my reflection's face it helps to set me straight/ our time has come yo let's be great, no excuses useless why's. No surrender no retreat plus i can sleep when i die...