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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...

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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…