Friday, February 20, 2004
Instigate and create, muthaphuckas can't relate
to me, tight flows is an inherant trait
Hip-hip hoppin,
west coast rockin
Killin kids ears as if my voice was a toxin
Rhymes comin smoother than a cool whip toppin
Your league is inferior like the one the White Sox in
If Im the New York Yankees, then you're the Detroit Tigers
and when I grab my A-Rod I'll have ya shittin in ya diapers
Comin with more focus than the DC sniper
Im downgradin' your performance like my name was Mel Kuiper
Now its time to flip the script, like Wilson I'll flip,
when a bitch grab the tip of the erect dik
I tell the chick to lick the stick, but watch the prick on ya lips
here's a towel for ya chin, don't let the drips hit ya tits
Then check the hips for a slit, and give that plaid skirt a rip
Unzip then I dip into a tight ass fit
Now yes I know my words are dirty, and my mind is vulgar
But I've score more times than Torry Holt from Marc Bulger
Six foot three, and about two bills
I've got more Jack than 100,000 Jills
Quick relief like pills, with ill skills that kill wills
Im not Dr Phil, but Ill still fill and instill
Your heart with my insanity, you can't escape me like gravity
or handle these calamaties that are guaranteed to damage thee
From the inside out, I spout clout when I shout
if talent was water, then yer sufferin' a drought
While Im flowin like a river, makin supermodels quiver
Soul scarred like my liver, it's time for me to deliver
My message to the masses, the lower middle classes
Kickin sucka ass rich folk in their lilly white asses
With lyrics more wobbly than Peyton Manning's passes
your flows are more inept than the inert gasses
Now let me slide to the side, let my fellow playas ride
Im the leader of this world, Pindogg, be tha guide.....
to me, tight flows is an inherant trait
Hip-hip hoppin,
west coast rockin
Killin kids ears as if my voice was a toxin
Rhymes comin smoother than a cool whip toppin
Your league is inferior like the one the White Sox in
If Im the New York Yankees, then you're the Detroit Tigers
and when I grab my A-Rod I'll have ya shittin in ya diapers
Comin with more focus than the DC sniper
Im downgradin' your performance like my name was Mel Kuiper
Now its time to flip the script, like Wilson I'll flip,
when a bitch grab the tip of the erect dik
I tell the chick to lick the stick, but watch the prick on ya lips
here's a towel for ya chin, don't let the drips hit ya tits
Then check the hips for a slit, and give that plaid skirt a rip
Unzip then I dip into a tight ass fit
Now yes I know my words are dirty, and my mind is vulgar
But I've score more times than Torry Holt from Marc Bulger
Six foot three, and about two bills
I've got more Jack than 100,000 Jills
Quick relief like pills, with ill skills that kill wills
Im not Dr Phil, but Ill still fill and instill
Your heart with my insanity, you can't escape me like gravity
or handle these calamaties that are guaranteed to damage thee
From the inside out, I spout clout when I shout
if talent was water, then yer sufferin' a drought
While Im flowin like a river, makin supermodels quiver
Soul scarred like my liver, it's time for me to deliver
My message to the masses, the lower middle classes
Kickin sucka ass rich folk in their lilly white asses
With lyrics more wobbly than Peyton Manning's passes
your flows are more inept than the inert gasses
Now let me slide to the side, let my fellow playas ride
Im the leader of this world, Pindogg, be tha guide.....
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Whiff, strike three, fool you can't see me
Bringin back door sliders like I was Jimmy Key
And with each of my throws, my reputation grows
I leave you frozen trophy, in that knee bucklin pose
On your toes, hoes, Im not Pete Rose
But Ill wager Ill never see your ass in the show
On the bump, shaking rumps, like Wrecks in Effect
Leavin your hopes saggin worse than Ruben Studdard's breasts
Im the true American Idol, whose survival is vital
Relieving women like Midol, breathing through my prietal
eyelid, like Fernando, that old Aztec trick
Quick pitch on your bitch, a Richman like Mitch
With pindogg at my side,
and the mob as my allies,
Like Sloth Ill rearrange your eyes,
Have you screamin' "Hey you guys!"
Cause your rhyme style is goonie
Tastin' bitter like Andy Rooney
"You think we need one more?"
Recruiting hoodlems like Clooney
The Clic Eleven rolls deep, a steep creep while you sleep
Not a peep, sheep, we'll bury you six feet deep.
Cause your rhyme style is played out,
A Rerun like Fred Berry
The stakes are blood, neeya,
"I'm your huckleberry."
Bringin back door sliders like I was Jimmy Key
And with each of my throws, my reputation grows
I leave you frozen trophy, in that knee bucklin pose
On your toes, hoes, Im not Pete Rose
But Ill wager Ill never see your ass in the show
On the bump, shaking rumps, like Wrecks in Effect
Leavin your hopes saggin worse than Ruben Studdard's breasts
Im the true American Idol, whose survival is vital
Relieving women like Midol, breathing through my prietal
eyelid, like Fernando, that old Aztec trick
Quick pitch on your bitch, a Richman like Mitch
With pindogg at my side,
and the mob as my allies,
Like Sloth Ill rearrange your eyes,
Have you screamin' "Hey you guys!"
Cause your rhyme style is goonie
Tastin' bitter like Andy Rooney
"You think we need one more?"
Recruiting hoodlems like Clooney
The Clic Eleven rolls deep, a steep creep while you sleep
Not a peep, sheep, we'll bury you six feet deep.
Cause your rhyme style is played out,
A Rerun like Fred Berry
The stakes are blood, neeya,
"I'm your huckleberry."
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I sit here on my chair, and I feel sick,
and when referin' to baseball, im the prick,
that you knew, who blew, his fastball right by you,
on everyday, as you lay, your bat down in dismay,
just call me Roy, cause you got sent on another Halladay,
my Consiglierie put forth the knowledge,
I just broke your jaw, so you can eat no more solids,
just watch me abolish, the stereotypes that I demolish
sayin' that Italians cant flow, shit I sound polished
when referrin to me, and my main man Mr. Rothstein,
you better show respect or your money it will be costing,
my verbage hits you so hard you soundin' like you from Bosteen
cause Im that wicked good, im not from a wicked hood,
im against the norm but you still wicked should,
pay close attention, as I mention, the way to defend your own being in my dimension
cause its past the 3rd, you tird, im like a bird
ill lend you both of my ears, so you can say you heard
this Dego assain', i'm always passin, never fallin' too hard as if my name was Sebastain
peoples heads I will knock, my verbal trigger is cocked, boats I will rock,
as I sock, and block, probably mock, like 2Pac, crushin' the dock, on my way to hauck
my brand new edition, people pissin', me off to the point of no remission,
no remorse, of course, if you need to know who said it bitch, come the source,
dont come alone, like McCulley, you'll be stoned like a bully, my shit is alienatic
so address me as Scully
cause I have 2 sides to my being, I come with the blitz yo'
my brain is so congested and evil, shrinks callin' me a schizo,
people need to hold on cause I plan to hit so,
hard, ill be knockin young jewish kids on past their Barmitzfo'
if you want to call a truce, then meet me at the bar
got Domicans now sayin' "Remember the Alomar"
and when referin' to baseball, im the prick,
that you knew, who blew, his fastball right by you,
on everyday, as you lay, your bat down in dismay,
just call me Roy, cause you got sent on another Halladay,
my Consiglierie put forth the knowledge,
I just broke your jaw, so you can eat no more solids,
just watch me abolish, the stereotypes that I demolish
sayin' that Italians cant flow, shit I sound polished
when referrin to me, and my main man Mr. Rothstein,
you better show respect or your money it will be costing,
my verbage hits you so hard you soundin' like you from Bosteen
cause Im that wicked good, im not from a wicked hood,
im against the norm but you still wicked should,
pay close attention, as I mention, the way to defend your own being in my dimension
cause its past the 3rd, you tird, im like a bird
ill lend you both of my ears, so you can say you heard
this Dego assain', i'm always passin, never fallin' too hard as if my name was Sebastain
peoples heads I will knock, my verbal trigger is cocked, boats I will rock,
as I sock, and block, probably mock, like 2Pac, crushin' the dock, on my way to hauck
my brand new edition, people pissin', me off to the point of no remission,
no remorse, of course, if you need to know who said it bitch, come the source,
dont come alone, like McCulley, you'll be stoned like a bully, my shit is alienatic
so address me as Scully
cause I have 2 sides to my being, I come with the blitz yo'
my brain is so congested and evil, shrinks callin' me a schizo,
people need to hold on cause I plan to hit so,
hard, ill be knockin young jewish kids on past their Barmitzfo'
if you want to call a truce, then meet me at the bar
got Domicans now sayin' "Remember the Alomar"
Friday, February 13, 2004
When I pass the mic, it's like droppin a dime
Assist to Mussopini, slam dunk this rhyme
As I change over lines like the San Jose Sharks
You're stiff and overrated like Cherokee Parks
My verbal darts,
rip through the hearts
of marks and upstarts, im tearin you apart
My rhymes shock you like the third rail on BART
You're less of a man than any LA Spark
Time for me to rebound like Michael Cage
Cause like a fine wine I improve with age
Your pleas Im blocking out like I was Larry Nance
Keep your pants on, son, this aint the Neverland Ranch
When it comes to wack MCs, their egos I deflate em
My style fits me like a glove like I was Gary Payton
Got defense like Hakeem, but this aint no dream
Ill knock your weak shit back into row thirteen
Goin straight to the rack, y'all bitches cant hold me
Im known to penetrate as if I was Kobe
Then Im goin back door, and as the crowd roars
Reversin on your ass cause your defense is poor
Dont try me one on one, cause Im bound to upstage ya
And if you need a three, then "Hit me on my Peja!" (E40 sample)
Not trippin like Pippen
Won't Earl like Boykins
My style will make you tear up, like Remember the Titans
And now you got a price to pay
For rhymin in the gayest way
"I got skillz", and Im comin in a Hardaway
The cross over is killer
Good comedy like Ben Stiller
People think Im phatter than Oliver Miller
And now you're all washed up like Terry Dehere
Time for me to jump to the league like Sebastian Telfair
Assist to Mussopini, slam dunk this rhyme
As I change over lines like the San Jose Sharks
You're stiff and overrated like Cherokee Parks
My verbal darts,
rip through the hearts
of marks and upstarts, im tearin you apart
My rhymes shock you like the third rail on BART
You're less of a man than any LA Spark
Time for me to rebound like Michael Cage
Cause like a fine wine I improve with age
Your pleas Im blocking out like I was Larry Nance
Keep your pants on, son, this aint the Neverland Ranch
When it comes to wack MCs, their egos I deflate em
My style fits me like a glove like I was Gary Payton
Got defense like Hakeem, but this aint no dream
Ill knock your weak shit back into row thirteen
Goin straight to the rack, y'all bitches cant hold me
Im known to penetrate as if I was Kobe
Then Im goin back door, and as the crowd roars
Reversin on your ass cause your defense is poor
Dont try me one on one, cause Im bound to upstage ya
And if you need a three, then "Hit me on my Peja!" (E40 sample)
Not trippin like Pippen
Won't Earl like Boykins
My style will make you tear up, like Remember the Titans
And now you got a price to pay
For rhymin in the gayest way
"I got skillz", and Im comin in a Hardaway
The cross over is killer
Good comedy like Ben Stiller
People think Im phatter than Oliver Miller
And now you're all washed up like Terry Dehere
Time for me to jump to the league like Sebastian Telfair
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Konichiwa, Don MussoP
For giving me legitimacy
to divulge the animosity
That I feel in my heart for those who start
to depart from the objective we've stated
To sip on Manhattens till everyone's faded
Some have claimed that Im overrated
But y'all are just jaded to see that I made it
The Lord named the price, and I paid it
in full, look into my eyes to see the lyrical tool
that unspooled these rhymes out onto the paper
Im rearrangin' your face like your name was Kris Draper
Pindogg passed the puck, and now Im tearin shit up
Now you're stuck in a rut, slap shot made ya duck,
And now Im sippin champagne from Lord Stanley's Cup
Your stlye it bores me, right down to my core, G
Ill crack you over the head like I was Marty McSorely
I may be slim, but Ill leave you Grimm like Russ
Now embrace me brother like you were Commodus
An whisper with glee that Rome salutes ME
And don't do it standing, bitch, get down on one knee
Like Maximus I demand respect,
For all the suckas Ive checked,
and all the shops that Ive wrecked
Then it's ODELAY holmes, as if I was Beck
Let me now flip the script and rhyme in new dialects:
Yo no respeto a nada
Tus ojos son la entrada
A tu cabeza y que tu crees de mi
Pero sabes que yo soy un original G
Now, back to reality,
It's another fatality
In the principality of abnormality
Making your body, your head, and bones ache
Im gettin back in that ass like Preparation H
But my flows are not medicinal
No beats for you to listen too
The sickness that's inside of me, drives me to not abide by the
rules of our society, so if you suffer from piety
Its best if you just lie to me, because I cant be saved
Ive misbehaved and dug my grave
Thoughts deep like a cave, my death is closer than a shave
I must be Ace Rothstein, if you're Nicky Santuro
Im runnin action from LA out to the five burroughs
Wiseguys tell no lies, when buried at high tide
If you wanna go next Ray, step up and dont be shy...
For giving me legitimacy
to divulge the animosity
That I feel in my heart for those who start
to depart from the objective we've stated
To sip on Manhattens till everyone's faded
Some have claimed that Im overrated
But y'all are just jaded to see that I made it
The Lord named the price, and I paid it
in full, look into my eyes to see the lyrical tool
that unspooled these rhymes out onto the paper
Im rearrangin' your face like your name was Kris Draper
Pindogg passed the puck, and now Im tearin shit up
Now you're stuck in a rut, slap shot made ya duck,
And now Im sippin champagne from Lord Stanley's Cup
Your stlye it bores me, right down to my core, G
Ill crack you over the head like I was Marty McSorely
I may be slim, but Ill leave you Grimm like Russ
Now embrace me brother like you were Commodus
An whisper with glee that Rome salutes ME
And don't do it standing, bitch, get down on one knee
Like Maximus I demand respect,
For all the suckas Ive checked,
and all the shops that Ive wrecked
Then it's ODELAY holmes, as if I was Beck
Let me now flip the script and rhyme in new dialects:
Yo no respeto a nada
Tus ojos son la entrada
A tu cabeza y que tu crees de mi
Pero sabes que yo soy un original G
Now, back to reality,
It's another fatality
In the principality of abnormality
Making your body, your head, and bones ache
Im gettin back in that ass like Preparation H
But my flows are not medicinal
No beats for you to listen too
The sickness that's inside of me, drives me to not abide by the
rules of our society, so if you suffer from piety
Its best if you just lie to me, because I cant be saved
Ive misbehaved and dug my grave
Thoughts deep like a cave, my death is closer than a shave
I must be Ace Rothstein, if you're Nicky Santuro
Im runnin action from LA out to the five burroughs
Wiseguys tell no lies, when buried at high tide
If you wanna go next Ray, step up and dont be shy...
Fury stirs down in the inner bowels,
when Im spillin blood the paramedics call for more towels,
I growl, and envision rippin' the head of a fowls,
its like a falicie, as I bleed,
but realize that the devil is next to me,
trying to recruit the MussoP,
Tellin' me id be the next great soldier sittin next to thee,
animosity fills the air, as I order the dark army to flee,
but like Picasso im paintin' a different picture,
ear still bleedin' as a permant fixture,
crazy, delissionary, insane thoughts creepin in my mixture,
you think Tyson punches hard wait till these lyrics hit ya, I missed a
chance, to show my stance, as I reach for my lyrical lance,
and enhance, this feeling to take the Devil's hand and dance
doin' the Tango, like cash, im the best as far as my hand goes
you gettin my lengo', i got power over you as if i was the Mango
embrace your fear, my dear, can you hear, look in my mirror,
and ask it who is the guy in the world you most fear as your peer
you John and im the Deere, im kinda near, so you can hear me whisper Be Reeer,
side by side with my Consigliari, I know, it seems very scary,
no need for a library, shit kickin as if we were both Vinatieri
2 of the darkest forms of death that nobody can bury
he's the undertaker, call me the grim reaper,
shit gets deeper, as we beat ya, and defeat ya, with vehicular homicides that deplete ya
of body parts and bodily fliuids, we like druids, you never want to persue a
battle, cause your brain we will rattle, cutting off your dome and stickin it up on the mantle, like Mickey, shit can get sticky, or stick out like a teenage girls hickey,
we pickey, crazy insane, he is Santuro, so just call me Nicky.
when Im spillin blood the paramedics call for more towels,
I growl, and envision rippin' the head of a fowls,
its like a falicie, as I bleed,
but realize that the devil is next to me,
trying to recruit the MussoP,
Tellin' me id be the next great soldier sittin next to thee,
animosity fills the air, as I order the dark army to flee,
but like Picasso im paintin' a different picture,
ear still bleedin' as a permant fixture,
crazy, delissionary, insane thoughts creepin in my mixture,
you think Tyson punches hard wait till these lyrics hit ya, I missed a
chance, to show my stance, as I reach for my lyrical lance,
and enhance, this feeling to take the Devil's hand and dance
doin' the Tango, like cash, im the best as far as my hand goes
you gettin my lengo', i got power over you as if i was the Mango
embrace your fear, my dear, can you hear, look in my mirror,
and ask it who is the guy in the world you most fear as your peer
you John and im the Deere, im kinda near, so you can hear me whisper Be Reeer,
side by side with my Consigliari, I know, it seems very scary,
no need for a library, shit kickin as if we were both Vinatieri
2 of the darkest forms of death that nobody can bury
he's the undertaker, call me the grim reaper,
shit gets deeper, as we beat ya, and defeat ya, with vehicular homicides that deplete ya
of body parts and bodily fliuids, we like druids, you never want to persue a
battle, cause your brain we will rattle, cutting off your dome and stickin it up on the mantle, like Mickey, shit can get sticky, or stick out like a teenage girls hickey,
we pickey, crazy insane, he is Santuro, so just call me Nicky.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
WORM:
Mind ravaged by the scars of schizaphrenia,
My fits of mania have stumped the academia,
Voices in my head, competing for space,
One committed to destruction, the other enlightened by grace.
One speaks with a voice of abuse, its obtuse
Limited vision, making all my decisions, speaking of gunshots
and serrated incisions, of death and murder, flooding my mind with a fervor
It is the voice of hate, great statements debated,
ingratiated to that primordial side of my Id and my Ego
that side of my psyche where violence is my steelo
But on a white horse, rides voice number two,
heading my calls of distress, my mind is a mess
A nest of unrest, and despair clouds my chest,
the yin and the yang, becoming my crest,
Voice two seeks peace, seeks to quell the beast
brings relief to my soul, that dark hardened piece
On the verge to unleash my inner destroyer
Voice 2 seeks to argue like God's personal lawyer
Love and restraint paint my heart white like a saint's,
Comforting thoughts come like happy hour shots
going straight to my soul, and fill me with hope,
washing hate out like soap, and I finally can cope
as i ride on this slope in my descent into madness, and sadness
Im glad this voice of reason dares treason in this season of heathens
And forces itself into the front of my mind, allowing me to unwind, and unbind
The coil of confusion, this wall of obtrusion, a cloud of illusion about this
battle im losin', when like Susan, suddenly
im free from the hate that is me, and the soul takes control
limiting darkness' toll, on my mental acuity
until I flow fluidly, i realize the transformation is done
The two halves that are me are now fused into one.
Mind ravaged by the scars of schizaphrenia,
My fits of mania have stumped the academia,
Voices in my head, competing for space,
One committed to destruction, the other enlightened by grace.
One speaks with a voice of abuse, its obtuse
Limited vision, making all my decisions, speaking of gunshots
and serrated incisions, of death and murder, flooding my mind with a fervor
It is the voice of hate, great statements debated,
ingratiated to that primordial side of my Id and my Ego
that side of my psyche where violence is my steelo
But on a white horse, rides voice number two,
heading my calls of distress, my mind is a mess
A nest of unrest, and despair clouds my chest,
the yin and the yang, becoming my crest,
Voice two seeks peace, seeks to quell the beast
brings relief to my soul, that dark hardened piece
On the verge to unleash my inner destroyer
Voice 2 seeks to argue like God's personal lawyer
Love and restraint paint my heart white like a saint's,
Comforting thoughts come like happy hour shots
going straight to my soul, and fill me with hope,
washing hate out like soap, and I finally can cope
as i ride on this slope in my descent into madness, and sadness
Im glad this voice of reason dares treason in this season of heathens
And forces itself into the front of my mind, allowing me to unwind, and unbind
The coil of confusion, this wall of obtrusion, a cloud of illusion about this
battle im losin', when like Susan, suddenly
im free from the hate that is me, and the soul takes control
limiting darkness' toll, on my mental acuity
until I flow fluidly, i realize the transformation is done
The two halves that are me are now fused into one.
WORM:
Muffled cries of silence, but never a tear
Consigliari comin in with no fear.
Y'all act like I know ya, but I'll roll ya ova'
Im upsettin fools ilke I was Villanova
Got one in tha chamber of the glock on my hip
And a tech nine with hollow point tips that'll rip
through your chest, keep abreast of the last of your breaths
breathe son, catch a whiff, that's the smell of death
Fillin your lungs, it burns with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns
Your body goes numb, cold like ice, your face pale like rice
Nuttin nice, as you drop to the cement, there is no way to prevent,
Me from crawling into the back of your mind,
Press rewind and then find the sign of the times, replay the image of your demise
Then resize your eyes, with my Karl Kanis, kickin holes in your brain from the inside
Out, make your shout, like a castrated bull
Im scribbling REDRUM on the inside of your skull
And as you go insane, I gnaw at your brain,
Bringing pain as I drain, the life from your soul
Then bury you in a hole, forget about living, you've got a new role
You're the sucker MC buried six feet deep
From now on not a peep, bitch, enjoy your sleep.
Muffled cries of silence, but never a tear
Consigliari comin in with no fear.
Y'all act like I know ya, but I'll roll ya ova'
Im upsettin fools ilke I was Villanova
Got one in tha chamber of the glock on my hip
And a tech nine with hollow point tips that'll rip
through your chest, keep abreast of the last of your breaths
breathe son, catch a whiff, that's the smell of death
Fillin your lungs, it burns with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns
Your body goes numb, cold like ice, your face pale like rice
Nuttin nice, as you drop to the cement, there is no way to prevent,
Me from crawling into the back of your mind,
Press rewind and then find the sign of the times, replay the image of your demise
Then resize your eyes, with my Karl Kanis, kickin holes in your brain from the inside
Out, make your shout, like a castrated bull
Im scribbling REDRUM on the inside of your skull
And as you go insane, I gnaw at your brain,
Bringing pain as I drain, the life from your soul
Then bury you in a hole, forget about living, you've got a new role
You're the sucker MC buried six feet deep
From now on not a peep, bitch, enjoy your sleep.
Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name,
Please save me from these devilish thoughts and the distortion in my brain,
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, im being consumed by this flame,
as I maintain, and stay true to the game, its hard not to go insane
so put out my fire, if you so desire,
bow down and kneel to the insane cire,
dont kid yourself, I move stealth,
too much of MussoPini is bad for your health,
like smokin crack, I crack back, you lack
the verbal skills to attack
Italian, not black, with a new breed of rat pack,
remove you like plaque, in the box like Jack
the real Don, the real Teflon,
im the type of ride you never want on
burnin up your retna thru your iris,
call me your HIGHness, makin moves like Im Cirus
you better get a permission slip if you ever want to try this
verbal assassin, lacking passion, outlastin, and everlastin, my lyrics
blastin, makin you fasten,
your seatbelt, from this hell, you yell, but your screams are muffled
by the bell, the gell, keeps your tissue together and helps the smell
of decomposing, im honing, in on some bitches try to clone
the puppet master, its a disaster, when I plaster, you with acidic matter, your stomach becomes fatter, you hear my laughter, your own blood fills up your bladder, you climb the ladder,
to death, at my own hands, Lord, my demands are to repremand as I stand in this valley of darkness, my sparkness, is legend like the monster lochness
Holy Mary, its gettin scary that I can tempt fate and play God so dont dare me
im becoming bigger than a storied fable, im able, to chop up like Bill the Butcher on my table, never stable, you can play Cain and will be Able
This is my last ditch effort to escape this hellish Den,
This is my last prayer ever, you better answer, AMEN!!!
Please save me from these devilish thoughts and the distortion in my brain,
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, im being consumed by this flame,
as I maintain, and stay true to the game, its hard not to go insane
so put out my fire, if you so desire,
bow down and kneel to the insane cire,
dont kid yourself, I move stealth,
too much of MussoPini is bad for your health,
like smokin crack, I crack back, you lack
the verbal skills to attack
Italian, not black, with a new breed of rat pack,
remove you like plaque, in the box like Jack
the real Don, the real Teflon,
im the type of ride you never want on
burnin up your retna thru your iris,
call me your HIGHness, makin moves like Im Cirus
you better get a permission slip if you ever want to try this
verbal assassin, lacking passion, outlastin, and everlastin, my lyrics
blastin, makin you fasten,
your seatbelt, from this hell, you yell, but your screams are muffled
by the bell, the gell, keeps your tissue together and helps the smell
of decomposing, im honing, in on some bitches try to clone
the puppet master, its a disaster, when I plaster, you with acidic matter, your stomach becomes fatter, you hear my laughter, your own blood fills up your bladder, you climb the ladder,
to death, at my own hands, Lord, my demands are to repremand as I stand in this valley of darkness, my sparkness, is legend like the monster lochness
Holy Mary, its gettin scary that I can tempt fate and play God so dont dare me
im becoming bigger than a storied fable, im able, to chop up like Bill the Butcher on my table, never stable, you can play Cain and will be Able
This is my last ditch effort to escape this hellish Den,
This is my last prayer ever, you better answer, AMEN!!!
Worm:
Visions of death haunt me. Shadows of demons, playful, they taunt me.
Darkness comes, my world it envelopes
Awareness overcomes me, my conscience develops
I scream, but the nightmares won't cease, the deceased
haunt my sleep, I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And before I wake, if I should die, it will be without goodbyes
This world I leave behind me, where devilish grins and black cats
remind me
Of the hate and suffering, the death and disease, the men who please
themselves with wars, and bombs and killing, and as I watch
my heart is filling
With despair, I gasp for air, i gnash my teeth, I tear away my hair
A world without care, a world unfair
Racial hatred, gay bashing, sexism
This world is due for a global exorcism
Dear lord, I sit on bended knee, please, free me, from this atrocity,
Open up my clouded sky, let the sun hit my face, and open my eyes,
To the beauty of a brighter day, to the love that exists, show me the way
Until then, tonight I sleep, and pray the lord, my soul to keep.
Visions of death haunt me. Shadows of demons, playful, they taunt me.
Darkness comes, my world it envelopes
Awareness overcomes me, my conscience develops
I scream, but the nightmares won't cease, the deceased
haunt my sleep, I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And before I wake, if I should die, it will be without goodbyes
This world I leave behind me, where devilish grins and black cats
remind me
Of the hate and suffering, the death and disease, the men who please
themselves with wars, and bombs and killing, and as I watch
my heart is filling
With despair, I gasp for air, i gnash my teeth, I tear away my hair
A world without care, a world unfair
Racial hatred, gay bashing, sexism
This world is due for a global exorcism
Dear lord, I sit on bended knee, please, free me, from this atrocity,
Open up my clouded sky, let the sun hit my face, and open my eyes,
To the beauty of a brighter day, to the love that exists, show me the way
Until then, tonight I sleep, and pray the lord, my soul to keep.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Mussopini:
Let me take the mic from WORM and stir it up,
your rhymes come outta right field like Aubrey Huff,
dont make me act the wolf and huff and puff,
cause ill burn your hair yellow like Hillary Duff,
just shut up, put the mic down you aint tough,
your the one with the pistol, Im callin' bluff,
you remind of the bull dike who likes the muff,
my shit will make you tongue tied and hand cuffed,
just sit back relax, and keep it chill,
you got your dick between your legs, Buffalo Bill,
im the Jack and you gonna be, little Jill,
but only one fuckin' soldiers comin down this hill,
there is no escape, Neo, no blue pill,
where the fuck is my cup, I need a refill,
there is no inner strength, just sign over the will,
my call sign is Maverick, so chalk up another kill,
give me my medicine, another 5 dollar shot,
cause Im just a drunk now, I got off the pot,
never a donor, who wants the liver I got?
you out drinking MussoP, huh, I think not,
just drink your Zima, and make sure that its a lot,
you startin' to spin now, your head is gettin hot,
people round here call me Mel, cause I Ott,
to be in rehab sleepin on a fuckin' cot.
sitting in group havin' to discuss my issues,
next to the ex-drunk mother snottin' up tissues,
how she left her son, now hes too pissed to miss U,
damn she is lucky, a transexual didn't kiss U,
cause drinkin' to me isnt a problem, its an art,
if it was up to me, I set an IV to my heart,
to get me outta bars, better wheel me in a cart,
shit I should drink daily, Im the one ridin' BART.
Let me take the mic from WORM and stir it up,
your rhymes come outta right field like Aubrey Huff,
dont make me act the wolf and huff and puff,
cause ill burn your hair yellow like Hillary Duff,
just shut up, put the mic down you aint tough,
your the one with the pistol, Im callin' bluff,
you remind of the bull dike who likes the muff,
my shit will make you tongue tied and hand cuffed,
just sit back relax, and keep it chill,
you got your dick between your legs, Buffalo Bill,
im the Jack and you gonna be, little Jill,
but only one fuckin' soldiers comin down this hill,
there is no escape, Neo, no blue pill,
where the fuck is my cup, I need a refill,
there is no inner strength, just sign over the will,
my call sign is Maverick, so chalk up another kill,
give me my medicine, another 5 dollar shot,
cause Im just a drunk now, I got off the pot,
never a donor, who wants the liver I got?
you out drinking MussoP, huh, I think not,
just drink your Zima, and make sure that its a lot,
you startin' to spin now, your head is gettin hot,
people round here call me Mel, cause I Ott,
to be in rehab sleepin on a fuckin' cot.
sitting in group havin' to discuss my issues,
next to the ex-drunk mother snottin' up tissues,
how she left her son, now hes too pissed to miss U,
damn she is lucky, a transexual didn't kiss U,
cause drinkin' to me isnt a problem, its an art,
if it was up to me, I set an IV to my heart,
to get me outta bars, better wheel me in a cart,
shit I should drink daily, Im the one ridin' BART.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Sup y'all. Here is the first of I hope many freestyle posts. Eric and TJ started with an email session, and we have gotten to this point. Just log on and let it flow off the dome. Late...
ERIC:
Let me kickstart, set apart, leave a sour taste in
your mouth like tart, who knew that my lyrics flew,
right through you and detached from the new....school,
im a ghoul, doin laps around the haters as if I was in
a pool, dont drool, my verbal spool, will make all the
people refer to me as Joe Cool.
TJ:
Hot like a fire, making suckas perspire,
Doppin bombs like McGwire, it's the populace I inspire,
With speed like Rickey, and heat like Nolan,
Fingers so stickey all my shit's stolen
white chocolate on the scene, lean and obscene
ladies dream and then cream in that space in between
im the taste that they savor, more than 31 flavors,
bouncin balls off they chin like my name was Rod Laver.
ERIC:
I turn water into wine, call me Jesus,
some say im kinda like Pac, a lyrical Genius,
I got dope addicts runnin' round suckin Penis,
just to get a fix cause you know they fiend this,
dont need a strap, cause I got a lyrical weapon,
you better come up lame if you thikin' about steppin',
calm down that anxiety cause I know your distressin,
this here is clean aint no discrepen.......
cies, get on you knees, I got somethin 4 U to kiss,
kiss these,
Dimiss, never miss, when I hiss with my venomous piss
and raise up like a Cobra, you know a, real Don when
you see this Italian over you shoulda, making blood
splatter, you hear my laughter, it doesnt matter, if
you got 300 people that gather, to protect you,
resurrect you, and pep you, up, now you stuck, and
cant pass the buck, you a lame duck, and now I got 2
words for you................YOUR FUCKED!!!
TJ:
Step up and recognize, while I theorize,
About your demise, yes Im the one they despise,
Observe the size of my eyes, Im tellin you no lies,
You're the fool who tries, and goes home
with second prize.
Im a blue ribbon winner, eating suckas for dinner
A well known sinner, I keep your pockets thinner
Running through blue grass, like I was Artrose Pinner
Light you ass on fire like a box full of tinder
Investigations were made when you questioned my
success,
So I exposed your wack rhymes, like Ms. Jackson's
breast,
Im like a dealer on the mic,
Selling pounds of my hype,
Have you suckin up lyrics like crack from a pipe,
Im not an Oldman like Gary,
Im the Consigliari,
Leave you crippled and helpless like kids that are Jerry's
ERIC:
Damn you gettin' my all hyped,
my rhymes spillin' out while I type,
I take flight, like a kite, some say im wound too
tight, like a kike
puttin haters down, as I clown, makin you age just
standin' there like Tim Brown, dont frown, turn it
upside down
and smile, for awhile, as I kick my freestyle like
eminem in 8 mile.
I am a white rapper, but more like Italia, im Sam
Cassell screamin at the refs "I didn't foul ya!!"
While I abide, my raps coincide, with the times but
all the while im singin' "JUST LET ME RIDE" (Dre beat)
Damn it gets much smootha, I got somthin' to prova,
making people notice as if I was J. Edgar Hoover,
Take a step back, as I attack, im in your teeth like
plaque, but I smack,
The taste out your mouth, you flyin' South, I'll never
be the 2nd string...like Tim Couch.
TJ:
Time to proceed, I got the flows that you need
Throw me out of the game, like I was Rasheed,
Wallace,
Fine ladies that call us, love the size of our wallets,
While you clam up like mollusks,
I cross you over like Hollis,
Price, yes Im right, despite all the hype
I too exercise
My
Skills when I type
I'm Trump tight like Donald,
While you're clownin like Ronald,
To great heights I aspire,
While your puck ass is FIRED
Back on the scene, Im lean, holding green,
Stacks of bills in my fist, always tops on the list
Here is the gist
of the shit that you missed,
About the ice on my wrist
About the honies I've kissed
Im blowin up spots, like Im Timmy McVeigh
The dopest MC to ever flow from the Bay
Is the T to the J, killin you every day
I don't play when I say, you got the piper to pay
I'll knock you ass out like I was Cassius Clay
ERIC:
Like a pimp im smackin', you lackin', like a nuclear
warhead im trackin', and backin'
you up, like a prostitute i don't just give a fuck
you gotsta earn it, when I burn it, you will always
remain concerned with
Haters, pullin capers, crumplin like bad papers, as I
drape a
force field, I never yield, you lookin' peeled, it'll
take more than your crew to penetrate my shield
Alien nation, w/ jubilation, my creation, you'll be
facin, actin Hatian, a dull sensation, w/ no elation,
you are mistaken
Actin crazy, nevery lazy, always hazy, people amaze
me, but never phase me
Actin flaky, but DON's just made me
Go on a tagent, im runnin' rampant, here I stamped it,
call me (Jed)Clampett.
Dottin' T's and cross my eyes,
You gonna die, I will never cry.
Blood spills thick and deepish red,
you cant imagine whats in my head
Thoughts of murder, thoughts of death
thoughts of listenin', but goin' deaf
Life is precious but full of mayhem,
Im breakin down my vocab to laymen's,
anger bubbles, it starts to creep,
to the point where I cant concede,
I need to focus and try to chill,
but cant help delay the thoughts that kill,
every emotion deep inside,
people should run, and try to hide,
here comes the monster, 6 foot 4
200 lbs chargin at full boar,
dont need no weapon but my rhymes,
fear filling you up, better check behind,
lyrical fists flying left and right,
crackin your skull, man just to spite.
TJ:
Two AA batteries, then plug me in
Running off at the mouth, like Teddy Ruxpin
Leavin you dizzy
like sit and spin,
You promised me dope flows, so I ask "when?"
Truth is, Im controlling you like a muppet
Find you hidin in closets, I say "ello puppet!"
Then a thousand horns blare
to announce my arrival
The key to survival, is to kill all my rivals
Which means you,
That's who
I see
In front of me
Catchin left and right blows
Like you're Gerry Cooney
Don't hate that I'm great,
And that I instigate
The date at which mates
Equate me with your fate
And the rate I abate the state of your weight
Im a lyrical genius like Little Man Tate
So stop what you're doin
And lay down the mic
Before I choke your ass out
Like I was Bob Knight
But Im not a Red Raider,
Im a wack MC hater,
You versus me, is like Clinton v Nader
You're a hopeless case,
With no chance to win,
So get the fuk out my face,
And go learn Chinese from Jin......
ERIC:
Open them ears, Ive got great news
givin' you info like im Gary Gnu
I got you all askin' who flung poo,
we all know damn well, im the gorilla in the zoo,
Behind the rocks, locked in my cage,
all that I feel is my psycotic rage,
if you could read between the lines you'd turn the
page
I should be the 1st hall O' famer next to Crazy Legs,
You should get on your knees and pray to a new God,
your shit is played out, sorta like the Mod Squad,
all you do is suck dick your Neil and Bob,
You are now my new bitch, do you like your new job?
Step up to the plate, face the real Italian,
throwin shit so hard, it nearly melts your medallion,
Green, white, and red blood running thru this
Stallion,
Me and the CLIC and the hardest battallion,
No one even close in this place we call Earth,
you better recogninze just what my words worth,
Ive been this crazy ever since my late birth,
I will never stop this madness Ill talk from the dirt.
Trying to come real so you can understand,
that your not messin' with a normal human man,
you better leave this place, grab what you can,
Cause they'll be labelin' me sicker than the Son of
Sam
Dont ever think your safe, you better dismiss,
Im comin with the CLIC like gorillas in the midst,
Ill then turn around show you my ass to kiss,
Then I'll lead U to the darkness of my fiery fist.
TJ:
Aight, pass the stick
Let the spic give a flick
of the tongue, on the mic
with the rhymes that like
Check the back of your neck
For the sole of my nikes
Then when you black out
You'll realize its curtains
Been killin wack MCs
Since Al B Sure was uncertain
If you're in the Hall
Then save me a plaque
If you're Crazy Legs
Then I must be Jack
Tatum, suckas I hate em
You wonder where these dope rhymes come from
Bitch I create em
They spill out my brain
and onto the page
I snatch em out of the air
Like I was Justin Gage
Im a lyrical poet
and it's time that you know it
So what, you smoke on the chronic?
Muthaphucka I grow it!
If my life was a movie
Everybody would show it
I've laid down the line
Now you better well toe it
Ive been sent from above
To keep you suckas in check
When the party dies its up to me
To come resurrect
And inject my effect
Raise your fist like the Eck
Forget Kaiser Soze
Im the Usual Suspect
ERIC:
Listen up, your tore up,
like a inmate who got fucked,
in your butt, like a mutt,
hook your mouth
like a trout
this is the main title bout,
stick your lips out and pout,
your not ready for this world,
Shiela in my eyes your a girl,
like a baton I will twirl,
Grit n' grindin' like Earl (E-40)
Stevens, im a heathin,
you better watch it your bleedin,
all you hear is my breathin',
got Family Ties like Keaton,
I am foamin' at my chops,
I put the Hip in Hip-Hop,
you cant see me so drop,
you fucked with the wrong WOP,
im the newest sensation,
only pride and elation,
makin this rap game my patient,
bringin fame to the CLICNation,
you ask who is me,
its the E D and P,
Im a Lion, you a flea,
always representing Sunny V,
got you bobbin your head,
you too old school like Keds,
to my own word, I thee wed,
my lyrics are like led,
bustin thru all this hype,
got people red with their fright,
like a vampire's bite,
when I attack them at nite,
thats about all I can say,
at this time as I spray,
my bombs just like McVey,
I'll tear it up another day.
TJ:
Yeah, Im feelin ya kid,
If your shit was on sale, Id make the opening bid
But this aint eBay
The rhymes that I say,
Will make U Miss, like you was Ansu Sesay
My rhymes are obscure,
Making you feel unsure,
But the rhythm is pure,
Like a jumper by Kerr
This aint a three hour tour,
But let me be candid, Ill leave you stranded
Empty handed and branded,
With the mark of a bandit
Im a thief and a robber,
Unretired like Roger,
I've brought you more hits,
than the LA Dodgers
Im the Consigliari,
Flippin birds like Im Larry
You got the same chance of winning
as if your name was John Kerry
So pour me a glass
of the Courvasiour (sp)
And a drink made with Coke,
And some smooth Parrot Bay
A bottle of Amstel
Would do my ass real well
Make mine Ketel One
Hits me harder than George Bell
A Miller like Reggie,
a Bud like Bundy
This shits watered down, bitch
It's time to refund me
Then bring me a whiskey
and whiskey on ice
Drinks are on me, y'all
It's time to get nice
A last shot of Jaeger,
and Im on the floor
Take the mic from me, pindogg
Cause I cant rhyme no more...
ERIC:
Let me kickstart, set apart, leave a sour taste in
your mouth like tart, who knew that my lyrics flew,
right through you and detached from the new....school,
im a ghoul, doin laps around the haters as if I was in
a pool, dont drool, my verbal spool, will make all the
people refer to me as Joe Cool.
TJ:
Hot like a fire, making suckas perspire,
Doppin bombs like McGwire, it's the populace I inspire,
With speed like Rickey, and heat like Nolan,
Fingers so stickey all my shit's stolen
white chocolate on the scene, lean and obscene
ladies dream and then cream in that space in between
im the taste that they savor, more than 31 flavors,
bouncin balls off they chin like my name was Rod Laver.
ERIC:
I turn water into wine, call me Jesus,
some say im kinda like Pac, a lyrical Genius,
I got dope addicts runnin' round suckin Penis,
just to get a fix cause you know they fiend this,
dont need a strap, cause I got a lyrical weapon,
you better come up lame if you thikin' about steppin',
calm down that anxiety cause I know your distressin,
this here is clean aint no discrepen.......
cies, get on you knees, I got somethin 4 U to kiss,
kiss these,
Dimiss, never miss, when I hiss with my venomous piss
and raise up like a Cobra, you know a, real Don when
you see this Italian over you shoulda, making blood
splatter, you hear my laughter, it doesnt matter, if
you got 300 people that gather, to protect you,
resurrect you, and pep you, up, now you stuck, and
cant pass the buck, you a lame duck, and now I got 2
words for you................YOUR FUCKED!!!
TJ:
Step up and recognize, while I theorize,
About your demise, yes Im the one they despise,
Observe the size of my eyes, Im tellin you no lies,
You're the fool who tries, and goes home
with second prize.
Im a blue ribbon winner, eating suckas for dinner
A well known sinner, I keep your pockets thinner
Running through blue grass, like I was Artrose Pinner
Light you ass on fire like a box full of tinder
Investigations were made when you questioned my
success,
So I exposed your wack rhymes, like Ms. Jackson's
breast,
Im like a dealer on the mic,
Selling pounds of my hype,
Have you suckin up lyrics like crack from a pipe,
Im not an Oldman like Gary,
Im the Consigliari,
Leave you crippled and helpless like kids that are Jerry's
ERIC:
Damn you gettin' my all hyped,
my rhymes spillin' out while I type,
I take flight, like a kite, some say im wound too
tight, like a kike
puttin haters down, as I clown, makin you age just
standin' there like Tim Brown, dont frown, turn it
upside down
and smile, for awhile, as I kick my freestyle like
eminem in 8 mile.
I am a white rapper, but more like Italia, im Sam
Cassell screamin at the refs "I didn't foul ya!!"
While I abide, my raps coincide, with the times but
all the while im singin' "JUST LET ME RIDE" (Dre beat)
Damn it gets much smootha, I got somthin' to prova,
making people notice as if I was J. Edgar Hoover,
Take a step back, as I attack, im in your teeth like
plaque, but I smack,
The taste out your mouth, you flyin' South, I'll never
be the 2nd string...like Tim Couch.
TJ:
Time to proceed, I got the flows that you need
Throw me out of the game, like I was Rasheed,
Wallace,
Fine ladies that call us, love the size of our wallets,
While you clam up like mollusks,
I cross you over like Hollis,
Price, yes Im right, despite all the hype
I too exercise
My
Skills when I type
I'm Trump tight like Donald,
While you're clownin like Ronald,
To great heights I aspire,
While your puck ass is FIRED
Back on the scene, Im lean, holding green,
Stacks of bills in my fist, always tops on the list
Here is the gist
of the shit that you missed,
About the ice on my wrist
About the honies I've kissed
Im blowin up spots, like Im Timmy McVeigh
The dopest MC to ever flow from the Bay
Is the T to the J, killin you every day
I don't play when I say, you got the piper to pay
I'll knock you ass out like I was Cassius Clay
ERIC:
Like a pimp im smackin', you lackin', like a nuclear
warhead im trackin', and backin'
you up, like a prostitute i don't just give a fuck
you gotsta earn it, when I burn it, you will always
remain concerned with
Haters, pullin capers, crumplin like bad papers, as I
drape a
force field, I never yield, you lookin' peeled, it'll
take more than your crew to penetrate my shield
Alien nation, w/ jubilation, my creation, you'll be
facin, actin Hatian, a dull sensation, w/ no elation,
you are mistaken
Actin crazy, nevery lazy, always hazy, people amaze
me, but never phase me
Actin flaky, but DON's just made me
Go on a tagent, im runnin' rampant, here I stamped it,
call me (Jed)Clampett.
Dottin' T's and cross my eyes,
You gonna die, I will never cry.
Blood spills thick and deepish red,
you cant imagine whats in my head
Thoughts of murder, thoughts of death
thoughts of listenin', but goin' deaf
Life is precious but full of mayhem,
Im breakin down my vocab to laymen's,
anger bubbles, it starts to creep,
to the point where I cant concede,
I need to focus and try to chill,
but cant help delay the thoughts that kill,
every emotion deep inside,
people should run, and try to hide,
here comes the monster, 6 foot 4
200 lbs chargin at full boar,
dont need no weapon but my rhymes,
fear filling you up, better check behind,
lyrical fists flying left and right,
crackin your skull, man just to spite.
TJ:
Two AA batteries, then plug me in
Running off at the mouth, like Teddy Ruxpin
Leavin you dizzy
like sit and spin,
You promised me dope flows, so I ask "when?"
Truth is, Im controlling you like a muppet
Find you hidin in closets, I say "ello puppet!"
Then a thousand horns blare
to announce my arrival
The key to survival, is to kill all my rivals
Which means you,
That's who
I see
In front of me
Catchin left and right blows
Like you're Gerry Cooney
Don't hate that I'm great,
And that I instigate
The date at which mates
Equate me with your fate
And the rate I abate the state of your weight
Im a lyrical genius like Little Man Tate
So stop what you're doin
And lay down the mic
Before I choke your ass out
Like I was Bob Knight
But Im not a Red Raider,
Im a wack MC hater,
You versus me, is like Clinton v Nader
You're a hopeless case,
With no chance to win,
So get the fuk out my face,
And go learn Chinese from Jin......
ERIC:
Open them ears, Ive got great news
givin' you info like im Gary Gnu
I got you all askin' who flung poo,
we all know damn well, im the gorilla in the zoo,
Behind the rocks, locked in my cage,
all that I feel is my psycotic rage,
if you could read between the lines you'd turn the
page
I should be the 1st hall O' famer next to Crazy Legs,
You should get on your knees and pray to a new God,
your shit is played out, sorta like the Mod Squad,
all you do is suck dick your Neil and Bob,
You are now my new bitch, do you like your new job?
Step up to the plate, face the real Italian,
throwin shit so hard, it nearly melts your medallion,
Green, white, and red blood running thru this
Stallion,
Me and the CLIC and the hardest battallion,
No one even close in this place we call Earth,
you better recogninze just what my words worth,
Ive been this crazy ever since my late birth,
I will never stop this madness Ill talk from the dirt.
Trying to come real so you can understand,
that your not messin' with a normal human man,
you better leave this place, grab what you can,
Cause they'll be labelin' me sicker than the Son of
Sam
Dont ever think your safe, you better dismiss,
Im comin with the CLIC like gorillas in the midst,
Ill then turn around show you my ass to kiss,
Then I'll lead U to the darkness of my fiery fist.
TJ:
Aight, pass the stick
Let the spic give a flick
of the tongue, on the mic
with the rhymes that like
Check the back of your neck
For the sole of my nikes
Then when you black out
You'll realize its curtains
Been killin wack MCs
Since Al B Sure was uncertain
If you're in the Hall
Then save me a plaque
If you're Crazy Legs
Then I must be Jack
Tatum, suckas I hate em
You wonder where these dope rhymes come from
Bitch I create em
They spill out my brain
and onto the page
I snatch em out of the air
Like I was Justin Gage
Im a lyrical poet
and it's time that you know it
So what, you smoke on the chronic?
Muthaphucka I grow it!
If my life was a movie
Everybody would show it
I've laid down the line
Now you better well toe it
Ive been sent from above
To keep you suckas in check
When the party dies its up to me
To come resurrect
And inject my effect
Raise your fist like the Eck
Forget Kaiser Soze
Im the Usual Suspect
ERIC:
Listen up, your tore up,
like a inmate who got fucked,
in your butt, like a mutt,
hook your mouth
like a trout
this is the main title bout,
stick your lips out and pout,
your not ready for this world,
Shiela in my eyes your a girl,
like a baton I will twirl,
Grit n' grindin' like Earl (E-40)
Stevens, im a heathin,
you better watch it your bleedin,
all you hear is my breathin',
got Family Ties like Keaton,
I am foamin' at my chops,
I put the Hip in Hip-Hop,
you cant see me so drop,
you fucked with the wrong WOP,
im the newest sensation,
only pride and elation,
makin this rap game my patient,
bringin fame to the CLICNation,
you ask who is me,
its the E D and P,
Im a Lion, you a flea,
always representing Sunny V,
got you bobbin your head,
you too old school like Keds,
to my own word, I thee wed,
my lyrics are like led,
bustin thru all this hype,
got people red with their fright,
like a vampire's bite,
when I attack them at nite,
thats about all I can say,
at this time as I spray,
my bombs just like McVey,
I'll tear it up another day.
TJ:
Yeah, Im feelin ya kid,
If your shit was on sale, Id make the opening bid
But this aint eBay
The rhymes that I say,
Will make U Miss, like you was Ansu Sesay
My rhymes are obscure,
Making you feel unsure,
But the rhythm is pure,
Like a jumper by Kerr
This aint a three hour tour,
But let me be candid, Ill leave you stranded
Empty handed and branded,
With the mark of a bandit
Im a thief and a robber,
Unretired like Roger,
I've brought you more hits,
than the LA Dodgers
Im the Consigliari,
Flippin birds like Im Larry
You got the same chance of winning
as if your name was John Kerry
So pour me a glass
of the Courvasiour (sp)
And a drink made with Coke,
And some smooth Parrot Bay
A bottle of Amstel
Would do my ass real well
Make mine Ketel One
Hits me harder than George Bell
A Miller like Reggie,
a Bud like Bundy
This shits watered down, bitch
It's time to refund me
Then bring me a whiskey
and whiskey on ice
Drinks are on me, y'all
It's time to get nice
A last shot of Jaeger,
and Im on the floor
Take the mic from me, pindogg
Cause I cant rhyme no more...
