Monday, September 27, 2010

New shit 20100927

Brownie Pipez be piping right,
from night till day and back into the blackest night
beats for breakfast got me kinda hype,
cleareyes in my redeyes help to fix my sight
I swear Ima be in the streets till I see a flash of light
and im walking towards the brightest light
They say when people love you or they hate you
it means that you doing something right

Thursday, September 23, 2010

My great escape-20100913

I heard inside there exists an exit, a way to escape
A way to levitate all your exess head weight
Alevate your shoulders of bullshit and dead weight
Damn I need a vacay 
I'm having a bad year fuck u and ur bad day
Most days I can keep it bottled but the situation dicates/
Fuck a verse fuck a track fuck a album I got ur discography so get off my dick lil dickface 
and go on and get ya shit str8
If jay are a  solid 10 weezy a hard 9 den I am a str8 8
life is a bitch and we're on a blind date
Up my sleeve I gotta ace
I feel we can't relate
If you don't know about base
Not from the beat but type that you scrape
When you trying to get some cake
When a nigga telling you that he can't feel his face
Spittin kickin rhymes is my great escape
Get a taste

In my zone-20100915

Step onto the stage
Go into my daze
Then I start to amaze
Whenever I write I feel like the words is jumping off the page 
And this is whenever I roam 
wherever I roam
Doesn't matter cause I feel as if I were home
Sitting on my throne 
Or sitting shitting last night's chicken on my throne
Uh
And y'all prolly ain't even get that
Man what's with that
Why I gotta prove myself by breaking off every man woman and child as if they were kit Kats
Fuck it I got my peoples behind me talking bout Pipez just rip that
So I gotta be like dj kick that
So I can click clack black out mash out posse and spit that
I just eat that up and shit that
That ill shit or that real shit
It'll be whatever I feel bitch
That's right
I'm every rappers' nightmare 
I say whatever I feel like
And I ain't gonna say it if it don't feel right
I think I'm too honest in my opinion
So take care when asking my opinion
And if me for advice I'ma give it to ya str8 and might say mother fuck ya feelings

New shit 20100917

I'm off the hook
Bet I can make em look 
Even if I look once y'all looked twice
How are we equals
When you half ass and I'm twice as nice
I defy logic 
I'm so hot but every flow is cold is ice
How bold am I
When I spy
A red bone chick with mighty fine thighs 
And pretty brown eyes
But I'll cut you off quicker than a samurai cuts (blinks or closes) his eyes 
Whoa
Uh 
My chain hang orangutan
Yeah I bang but I don't really bang the same
It's hard times hard times
But ive had harder days
I grew up when mom had bills she cuz hardly pay
Chops and rice was damn near everyday
I made out and I moved far away
Problem is I can't be too far away
Hip hop is my escape 
And I wish escape had I holiday
I still listen to sheek kiss and holiday
And the old jay
I still bump to big and tupac
Bad boy
Can't stop won't stop 
My first album ima call indoc
Can I get my props
My lyricist prowess is something like a fox
I'll rock ya snot box
And take ya face off
Like a bear claw
My flow's concentrated
You More like a smirnof
You the dust on my shoulder
Ain't even gonna deal with you I'll David brush you pff

Sacrifice-20100920

Don't fear satan nigga
Better fear me 
Got a str8 razor to turn pretty shit ugly
Jus for thinking I'm soft
I'll cut every lil digit off
Dismember ya body parts
Have ya looking like modern art
Pray to your higher force
Ima catch a body for breakfast
By dinner your ass will be the main course
Fuck ya manz, fuck ya fans, fuck ya kids, muthafuck ya wife
Cut you slow and say fuck ya life
Shove a cue in ya ass outta fucking spite
Devil's rejects gon treat ya body like a sacrifice 

Juice- 20100924

My vernacular
Is spectacular 
Super erratic 
And causing static
So Every word is like I'm smacking them
 Opps there more slaps again
Everything plus my thing and my other thing 
Is everything that I'm packing
Doesn't need to be said
But I prefer to say instead
I'm all bout action nothing like a actor
Never scared so acting aint even factor
All I do is drop hot shit
My verses are straight fire
And my freestyles be steaming
Momma was an angel but Mr. Scott made her give birth to a demon
Now with my Spidey senses a teeming 
With the Devil on my shoulder,
ya boy is a scheming
Doing what he can to get everything he's been dreaming
That includes money clothes hoes
House and the car but that ya already know, ya know
I don't think I know 
All of my foes
I'm wearing my big boy pants and they just hide in the folds
Ya dig
Can't remember how I was gon finish this
So fuck it homie this is it

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Cinderella Man

Im the main ingedant
Thoughts so expedient
Zoom
If i said it then I meant it
As long as I'm feeding it
This shit you'll keep eating it
And in my lack of obience
Is a glimpse of my brilliance
I am killing it hmph
With every outta line line
I insert in every one of rhymes
I got the feeling that it's coming close to my time
Ooo that's sends a tingle to the tip of my spine
With all the odds to defy
like every man I have a guilty pleasure, a vice or 2, and a deadly sins not on my side
Mine happen to be gram's cakes and pies, big booty women paired with alcohol, and my big heart full of pride
Now that you know all of that don't ask why I got alotta shit on my mind
So once you get me going better duck cuz more then words is gonna fly
I speak in tongues
And I got a double sided blade for a tongue
So pinchlines is deflating ya lungs
Konichiwa im still the sickest bitches and I'm as real as they come
See why tell a lie
I'm one he'll of a guy
I get up in that ass so quick and fast
you'll think you just died
So guess who
Who
Me dude
The lyrist killer with bigger then the banana spiders in
Manilla