SHADOWBOXIN'

I may be white, but Im not ya eminem
Attack me with a crew of fools, bring ten of em'
When it comes to dope lyrics, Im pennin' em'
Where I been hiding?
Just chillin with Pin and them....
In a lyrical rush, face all flush, your larynx I crush
I snuff you out in a hush
Your corpse painted with blush
To make that shit viewable
And like Keith Murray, I be the most beautiful
Suitable
Heir, to the throne,
Prepare
to have your mind blown by this devastating poem
Killa Cali's finest, rappers call me your highness
algebraically speaking, your talent is a minus
A San Jo original, throwin up the dub
Garnerin' pub, sippin' bub up In da Club
Forget a 50 cent, Im' like one and a quarter
In the streets runnin' bucks like I was Terry Porter
My name ain't Brian, but you can call me the Cash Man
Im running this game better than Steve Nash can
Im like Optimus Prime, half-man,half-diesel,
So pray to me, playing the holy role like Jim Caviezel
Scratching needles
on the finest wax, swinging a battle axe
giving sucka rappers heart attacks
collapsin your chest cavity,
with the force of gravity, I damage thee
they call me Worm, watch me spread like germs
misrepresenting firms, doing deals on my own terms
leave you burned like a bad perm
you're takin notes but you'll never learn
Im a genius for the new age,
catch me on stage
my style is the latest rage
If I were elected President
I wouldnt be hesitent, to get militant
and start a nuclear event
to inflitrate the iraqi states
instigate and eradicate
drop em off at Allah's gate
with a little note:
Delivery, from the United States.

We pickin' it back up, just like a wharehouse truck,
not givin' a fuck, but you knew that schmuck
im a whammie takin' your luck, slappin shit passed you with the speed of a puck.
droppin bombs, droppin napom, no celebration TO, put down the pom poms
fuck Vietnam, droppin stupid shit "gunga galun-gala", like the Dali Lam
fuck them rock throwin bastards go read your Karan, no teflon needed, Im the real Don.
Of this Clic, no shit, did you think it was someone like B-Legit?
I give my 2 bits, when I spit, im a bomb waitin' to happen and Im already LIT
feel my hit, as I split, your body in half, better get, the First Aid Kit.
or do CPR, better call a CSR, startin a new regime, ill be the brand new Czar
am I near, or am I far, check the ra-dar, let me bring this whole rap game up to par.
checkin' egos at the door, my hits make you bleed from the pores, dont ignore
the skills I create like smores, gettin the crowd more hyped than a 10 cent whore
dont even try to snore, I'm breakin some knees as if my name was Frank Gore.
Trying to mob like dogs, who is creepin' through the smog? hoppin' like a frog
tearin' up another Blog, Half man and half Dog, would I be considered a Mog?
you better run, not jog, I'm turning faces green as if they were Kermit De Frog
you rappers are muppets, to me there just puppets, under my control are their strings, so Fuck It
sort they parts out in buckets, causin' a ruckus, crosses my hands over my nuts, screamin' out SUCK IT!!
only 1 part of my crew, never have to renew, from the Don, Bald & Ducky, Down 2 Worm and the Poo,
dont ask what we do, so we wont bother you, mouth of to 1 of us, thats the last thing you DO!!

My message is clear, neva fear what ya hear
I delve into your brain, penetrate the inner ear
Never veer from my peers, I steer clear of the jeers
Your style is queer like Richard Simmons' career
I've had my fill, of going straight to your grill
Like Bill I will kill, causing screams that are shrill
In a wave of steel, unleash the samurai sword
Blood is spilled
And poured, from the hordes that I've gored
Through your chest I've explored, and severed your vocal chords
No screams, just bad dreams
my blade eviscerates your spleen
And with precision and order, you'll be drawn and quartered
slice you off at the knees, leave you 2 feet shorter
Through lyrical mayhem, i decapitate made men
avoid and evade them, and the don's that have paid them
To take me down
I turn around, at each sound
In the darkness assassins attempt to surround
me
but they can't see, or even comprehend G
The extent of my madness, my criminal mindset
vicious visions of violence like a vietnam vet
deep in the recesses, clouding my mental
leaving bodies to be recognized through their dental
A lyrical killer and a verbal assassin
Im to murder what Magic Johnson is to passin
So fasten
your seat belt, for this maniacal ride
inside, where pride collides, with ego and homicide

Oops, its me again hitin' up the Blogger,
avoid shit, leapin' side to side like im Frogger
I saw my Consigliari hypin' up the CLIC
so I'll do the same in this compact spit.
Id like to call myself the Don, the daper of the crew,
but who really knew Id grow up w/ a nose like a Jew,
many nicknames, Gargoyle and Pete Nose,
MussoPini always sticks until I get saddle with Pinoccinose
brings me to the next, member of the bunch,
Tummy looks like Quatto, food he can munch
It is the BTizzle, the Spic that was lost
Pillsbury Dough Boy? Tummy pretty soft
Although he was gone, he has come back to see
the man we all love, known as 66 T.
Talkin' about scrill, then dont look his way,
the man even puts his groceries on lay-a-way,
Ebonezor Scrooge, maybe, with a shaved chest
"Number 2 Guard, Dude" a semi-wooly vest.
His hair recedes worse than ocean-side erosion,
"Ill just shave it bald" was his best ever notion.
The man is pretty swol, I will have to give him that,
that can only be BaldBagwell, minus the bat.
everyone look up, way up in the air,
Senator Palpatine should be called Terry DeHAIR.
Every crew has to have one, a tall linky head,
the man best make lots a money, the bankbooks in red,
It can be one dude, with that goatee should be a perm,
The only crew member nicknamed the Worm.
talkin' more shit, than a retard on crack,
the mans only heavy enough to carry a pack on his back
Lets hope the wind doesnt blow, to hard in SD
The Worm may go AWOL mistaked for a kite w/ a degree.
Whiter than white, looks like some paper,
the only crew member to up and move away from,
fallin' in love, and simpin to a Southern Belle,
give that man Turtle Wax, we know he cant use gel.
Power Alleys he is, if he was soup he'd be Chowder,
pasty and white as fuck, is it Casper?? na Powder.
On the opposite side, of the color spectrum,
the nomadic negro who would live in someones rectum.
"wsup duuuuuuuuude" is the mans favorite say,
"duuuuuude, can you drive me to Compton, its right on the way"
he tests your patience with his little ole' fibs,
the man who love Watermelon, Chicken, and Ribs.
Pot belly in a half, the man never goes famished,
can inhale the whole state, call him Nostrildamus.
I saw his new spot, on the corner with that sign,
"take me to Richmond duuuuuude, I can get you high"
Ahhh, to the last, and pretty much the least
amount of wieght, someone please introduce him to the things we call feasts.
The mighty WayneDucky, who gets pretty Malty,
the man would eat his own semen, just to say its pretty salty.
Buffalo Bill, I've seen too many times,
the guy can barely weigh more than a bottle of wine.
Are those strings from your shirt? a rash on your feet?
Its just the Bogalino, I feel bad for his teeth.

All in all, a damn fuckin fine crew,
They always got my back no matter what I go thru,
I man cannot ask for a better group of boys,
keep the shit real, and lets keep makin' NOISE!!!

I've got Benjamins like Benoit,
who shot that guy, you know, the new guy Hoight,
try to rush up on me and the clic, we'll exploit.
with our venacular, bitin' necks like Im Dracula,
its scary that I can cause a verbal massacare
fatalities, im confusin' peeps, so you can call me a philosopher, like I'm Socrates
I deem this day the Godfather's paradise, its nice, that I freeze you just like Ice
I make ya fall off like DNice, you pay the price, and make you wish you had a wife
that you can vent to, you better pray that I dont catch you
I'll rent you, a room so I can slit your throat like I was in Tenchu
The video game, its not the same, I should be a Bishop so you can just call me Blaine
mind eraser, you look to me like an ambulance chaser, speed racer
droppin' bombs on you like im Miller, an Indiana Pacer
try not to get it confused, I abuse, every person thats not in the Clic so you choose,
either way your gonna lose, dont piss me off, I kinda resemble a lit fuse
caution when you set me off, never soft, never leavin early so dont call me Chris Bosh
more like Peter Tosh, you better put the magical crystals right so you can leave the Land of the Lost.
old school, you retarded so you drool, and choke in a saliva induced pool,
im the tool, that you need to keep yourself, lookin' like a fool
Neanderthal, one swipe of my paw, you fucked up, you should be staring in Hee Haw,
I came, but never saw, I should be Ty, cause I never obey the law
drinkin', always thinkin', plottin', crazy so you might catch me winkin'
but not a rip, dont trip, as you slip, into a medical indused coma cause you got hit
with the combo, very intense, I belong in the Congo, Silverback doing the Mambo
on your back, Lex Lutherish so I put you in the torture rack, as I stack, and attack
permanatly in your teeth even the dentist cant remove this plaque
so go get the mouthwash, or even the colgate, I collectin' the toll late
take over countries as if I were Alexander the Great.
scavenger, Im gonna damage a, person who steps to this like a character
in a movie, so sue me, all of them bitches you kick it with want to do me.
call me your daddy, or Ron Jermey minus the hair and all the germs see,
to me, you about as big as a flea, so dont plea, I'll fuck you up with my Philosopy
Ill be droppin thee, crossin over so you better watch you knees, no discrepency
my mockery, I'll perform armed robberies, wannabes, better keep away cause Im Shockin' thee

Iller than the illest, Consigliari is the realest
Put the mic up on the choppin block and watch a playa kill it
Fool ya can't fuk wit these, best be mindin your Q's and P's
Step to me improperly and get smoked like some chronic trees
That make ya cough and wheeze,
like Fat Joe in a marathon, hatin fools like Im Farahkan
Playin your ass like ping pong, with big ups to Warren Flan
And the rest of the Clic, supporting this Mick-
Spic
Elicit I spit, check the shit that's been writ
About the west coast's finest, in drunken stupors you'll find us
From the east side of San Jose, back on down to LA
To the Sunny V boon docks,
Out to the home of the Gamecocks
But I won't leave out Patterson, cause that would be rude
Down the 5 to the 'No, screamin "All right dude!"
Now introductions are in order, the Clic knows no borders
Let me start with the one that's balder than Terry Porter
To ignore the Bald Bagwell would be extremely careless
He's the midget on roids who's incredibly hairless
After partying all night, and its time to pay the bill
He can be counted on to pull out a crisp dollar bill
The usual excuse, "Fool, I have no scrill!"
He'll turn over his wallet, and out, dust will spill
My man Rich Gregory, known as Kool Aid
He'd be his ideal weight if he was 12 foot 8
Ill give the dude props, he can rake like Kirby Puck
Hit a double off the wall, while resting a beer on his gut
Next in line, is the man of twine
A buck 'o seven and 4 foot 9
Buffalo Bill is what he's called
Because he has the annoying habit of hiding his balls
But I digress, the real issue's his chest
To show it off he wears tank tops with a suit like a vest
And how could I forget the great Warren Flan
The chubby third member from Cheech and Chong
The Clic's only member from across the border
He'll be more than happy to take your order
Flautas, carnitas, rice, beans and Horchata
He'll make you a taco while doing the lambada
Dont forget that southerner, whiter than chowder
You know him, you love him, give it up for Powder!
The latest Clic member to become a parent
Dude is so white he is damn near transparant!
Don't forget Beefy T, the eating machine
Just check who's in first to find his favorite team
And finally we come, to the Don of this fam
That hair frosting, nasally challenged man
They call him Pete Nose, or just Mussopini
And from the side it looks like he's eating zucchini
I love them all, including the one's I forgot
A life without the Clic is a life all for naught
Big ups to the Clic, true boys to the end
Without them Im nothing
I love ya my friends.