1/14-1/15 unbroken chain... Figure it out

Remain collected cool and calm, calm as breezes through the palms, palm the ball in my hand, hand connected to my arm/ armed with rhymes to punk posers, pose for pictures on roller coasters, coast through life hoping hope's enough to get us over/ over under wonder daily if the path I walk is righteous, right just sometimes seems so wrong, wrong turn into the hypeness/ hypest cat you ever met, mets got nothing on the yanks, yank a bitch up by the bun, bun and beans with ballpark franks/ frankly think it's funny how most mc's sound the same, same game new players, play to win how I remain...

1/12=1/13 zzz...

working on the album/mixtape..

1/11 make a wish..

I'm about to spark the rhyme mu'fukca, this is make a wish march of dimes mu'fukca, I got lines mu'fukca/ on my grind mu'fukca, wake up if you sleepin, we makin dreams come true like every single weekend/ we cover sports, booze, bitches, hotel rooms and nosebleeds, flip camera vids, rhyme sessions, time to show these/ homies we ain't playin they must all be disenchanted, a few days with out of towners make sure every wish is granted/ spit it frantic I get hyper call it manic stand deliver, sit back and watch as wishes granted like fifties on a hill for Shizzer...

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.