Quick witted wit slick jibberish like tricky dick. Sick sentences soft sentiments and sayin shit. U like lyrics that touch ya spirit then take ya pic. I got thousands like niggas in government housing. Stack em and pile em. Reverse verse just to arouse em. Peep the album im so serious but im smileing. Crowd around him the cypher tonite is astounding. I got luttuce and zestly dressed like thousand island. U small herbs cant congure verbs ur not a problem. Im slightly nerd thats y ya bird give me
Like an asian runnin from godzilla- the thrilla in phila, oil drill like armadillas/ you spit so much shit you talk stools, joe not cool- not a camel but drug mule/ beetle bailey flow daily quite fairly/ you ghost fairies lost bone mass no dairy/ my mics aye aye apple of my eye/ to critical to cry mix a cinnamon and chai/ the victor fly baxter bad guy fits the crime/ nickel and dime like ehrenreich up until the day i die/ takin every last peice of moms pie
This is..Cassette Trippin/ Real Niggas wit a mission..Now hit em up, The Sickest Stuff You Write's what Im Livin..To the Night-Life and The Clinic..Niggas wit Jobs, The Cause Thats goin Timid/ The Bars Applaused, Stop Your Jaws At any Minute..Cuz, I dont Trail, My Lines Sharp as a Nail..So Catch that, Your Best Rap is a Snail..Dont get that then Its Proof to me/ Because the Real you Claim to Be's Stayin Fake to me/
man yall niggas scared i go hard-i rip lames 2 shreds not shards-if the tube was the planet i'd be god-but i'm gods best-now u get put 2 rest like the rest-if u cross niggas wrong thats wen u gotta wear a vest-so liv ya own life u aint no threat-im in a race wit time till i meet death-we ran across each otha but we aint spoke yet-stop flashin play money wen your really in debt!
Robski had to tell niggas its time to go, hard wit mines, i spit that marajuana flow, blow you like kush, get wreck with that son see, tough like 3 gators and crocidile dundee, who want me, who wanna get lumped up, stuffed wit cotton, like you got your butthole plugged up, fell these slugs slut, yall niggas is all pussy, soft around the ass, when you wipe around your tushy
it's all good i'll jus post mine up-i don't spit so u can think i'm tuff-i jus 2 luv 2 hav fun wit the beat's i crush-i should b etched in stone that iam lust-so as u bare witness each beat get's burned-iam that shot as the shell turned-but b happy that u got away with anotha lesson learned-4 ya own safety u need 2 b concerned-stop postin wack shit like everybodies blind-my lyrical finesse is compact&more refined-im the tube batman jus throw up a sign-i make the hater's mad every mothafucin time
I drop atomic bombs in the valley of death After me, there wasn't any valley left My valient steps over the vallets vest Created an unprecidented Alien mess... Mexicans and my next of kin were messed up in an OD of estrogen I stress the pen, you stressed to win Why stress that shit, when you can stress to live? Im blessed with gifts of death- the exorcist My ex was bitch- so i Xed the bitch Left her in a box like some freshin kicks
show ya skills make the invisible visible, we need proof you can flow so its more believable, step into the ring gloves on hands up, cos dont ya just hate it when rappers make shit up, I for one came from the battle of the planets, a funky headbanger on the throne where the banger sits, as i unsheath my sword ready for what may come, the calm before the storm & then came the drum, cryptic clues paralyze you-your fate undecided, im not on wikipedia so ya cant see what i did, *KAYFABE*
Fire and brimstone flows, you'll get your lips sewn closed, im ice cold so don't moan if you get your hipbone froze, this emcee never forgets like an elephant, you'll regret spitting rhymes so irrelivent, i see your inconsistancies, this instant youre extinct to me, i bit into these rhymes instinctually, so better move out the way of my 1,2,1,2, don't box me because i subdue the untrue, sorry to say my fingertips type more intricate rhymes than any of your british kid simple shit.
Down a hidden path with clever math, he put together scraps of treasure maps, found a weathered shack and a magic chest bound in leather straps, he heard stories of commodities and objects of odyssy, so a prospect of oddities he thought there ought to be, but upon open no gold tokens, just a mic so dusty it must be old and broken, back in the day you could find him at raves, now hes hidin in the batcave tryin to get some tracks made.
Between droppin flows, and crossin roads like a hoppin toad, he often sold commen colds, for coffin loads of forgotten gold, goblins know a co kane flows just a stones throw distance, but to those shmoes who don't know: good riddance, at night time i dont fight crime, i write rhymes and I kid not, I design the fine line bewteen einstein and hip hop, no shades of grey it's all two-tone and i'm a white dude who occupies the true thrown, may as well put your name on your own tombstone
ya lyrics so wack-kids stories make me laugh, part time gimp face the wrath of the real math, a glimpse of the truth makes ya wanna retire, hide behind ya mama saying mama my ass is on fire, yeah thats right punks jump up to get beatdown, must be another canadian fallin down, but who cares as theres too many suckers, my daily operation brings another ruckas, so next time check who your testin fool, pretenders get headchecked as my mic stays cool, read and learn suckerduck! *KAYFABE*
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Is this the same sample as Talib Kweli's Hostile Gospel?
bandicoot2ps1 4 weeks ago
50 Cent - Hole In Yo Back [G-Unit Radio 10 - 2050: Before The Massacre - Track 1] = FIRE
82thadangerous1 2 months ago
YA HEARD? HOLLA!
ThatsSoCash 3 months ago
This beat is HOT
ike19142 3 months ago
favorite track on the album
geeman856 4 months ago
saints row!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
asherbling1 8 months ago
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asherbling1 8 months ago
This is a good cypher beat, esp. when it speeds up and ppl pull some crazy shit out of their ass.
TheRealEthereal 1 year ago
Quick witted wit slick jibberish like tricky dick. Sick sentences soft sentiments and sayin shit. U like lyrics that touch ya spirit then take ya pic. I got thousands like niggas in government housing. Stack em and pile em. Reverse verse just to arouse em. Peep the album im so serious but im smileing. Crowd around him the cypher tonite is astounding. I got luttuce and zestly dressed like thousand island. U small herbs cant congure verbs ur not a problem. Im slightly nerd thats y ya bird give me
weezy250 1 year ago
her talons
weezy250 1 year ago
man i cant quite understand your flow.
or i dont know you're uniquer than most.
collabo or a battle, i got weed to roast.
stab or i'll jab , if you hit kin thats close.
laughin at plastic rappers actin fashionable.
so fulla shit, before they eat dinna they're full.
airic554 1 year ago
de la!!!! comin hard...im loving it
briank1ne 1 year ago
MF Killed This Beat. MF Doom + Jake One = Real Hip Hop
ALLEYCATZ1986 1 year ago
MF Killed This Beat. Doom
ALLEYCATZ1986 1 year ago
Like an asian runnin from godzilla- the thrilla in phila, oil drill like armadillas/ you spit so much shit you talk stools, joe not cool- not a camel but drug mule/ beetle bailey flow daily quite fairly/ you ghost fairies lost bone mass no dairy/ my mics aye aye apple of my eye/ to critical to cry mix a cinnamon and chai/ the victor fly baxter bad guy fits the crime/ nickel and dime like ehrenreich up until the day i die/ takin every last peice of moms pie
EFPhiladelphia 1 year ago
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pause this video. let it load 5 sec. press left arrow key for 5 sec and play the game snake. thumbs up if it worked.!
Garyboy8 1 year ago
im this years finest/ youre a bitch in the making "weird science"/ judges say your first impression is a minus/ got you under pressure like congestion in the sinus/ can't beat em join em, strengthen this alliance/ and keep your mouth shut what you learn from this lesson is in silence/ .....here the hit list go handle your business/ leave no witness even if they were autistic/ and when i say "break a leg" i aint being auspicious . © zerominus
zerominus 1 year ago
this beat is hell
cottonworks 2 years ago
This is..Cassette Trippin/ Real Niggas wit a mission..Now hit em up, The Sickest Stuff You Write's what Im Livin..To the Night-Life and The Clinic..Niggas wit Jobs, The Cause Thats goin Timid/ The Bars Applaused, Stop Your Jaws At any Minute..Cuz, I dont Trail, My Lines Sharp as a Nail..So Catch that, Your Best Rap is a Snail..Dont get that then Its Proof to me/ Because the Real you Claim to Be's Stayin Fake to me/
MrBlackAl 2 years ago
man yall niggas scared i go hard-i rip lames 2 shreds not shards-if the tube was the planet i'd be god-but i'm gods best-now u get put 2 rest like the rest-if u cross niggas wrong thats wen u gotta wear a vest-so liv ya own life u aint no threat-im in a race wit time till i meet death-we ran across each otha but we aint spoke yet-stop flashin play money wen your really in debt!
RexGdubb 2 years ago
Rockin to this beat, unique and elite
they all sleep, countin sheep in bedsheets
the next meet, subliminal actions not visual
They want to pull the mac but no they're not criminals
Me either, blaze reefer, stained teefas, lame divas, can't reach us, the bonus features
unedited, wordy, closed captions, never heard me
desert me, oasis, y'alls mirages don't concern me
Shiningtigah 2 years ago
Robski had to tell niggas its time to go, hard wit mines, i spit that marajuana flow, blow you like kush, get wreck with that son see, tough like 3 gators and crocidile dundee, who want me, who wanna get lumped up, stuffed wit cotton, like you got your butthole plugged up, fell these slugs slut, yall niggas is all pussy, soft around the ass, when you wipe around your tushy
Madkin23 2 years ago
it's all good i'll jus post mine up-i don't spit so u can think i'm tuff-i jus 2 luv 2 hav fun wit the beat's i crush-i should b etched in stone that iam lust-so as u bare witness each beat get's burned-iam that shot as the shell turned-but b happy that u got away with anotha lesson learned-4 ya own safety u need 2 b concerned-stop postin wack shit like everybodies blind-my lyrical finesse is compact&more refined-im the tube batman jus throw up a sign-i make the hater's mad every mothafucin time
RexGdubb 2 years ago
I'll be a rap catastrophe
Floating in my Galaxy
Chillin with the stars
Puff and passin on that cali tree
SPT391 2 years ago
This was sick when they did it live on Carson Daly.
joe00000000 2 years ago 5
StutterinG123 2 years ago
dont need beats rock it accapella
bamboolounge you's one sorry fellah
came into the world with next to nothing,
it's my job to make a path livin to last
the beat box is my detox make weak niggas like you crumble like sheet rocks
no chance i will never loose you under any sircumstance
lyrics misspelled ah well
the friction beneath my feet feels danker than winter sleet
masterminda2 2 years ago
hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm greates beat
costando 2 years ago
this beat bumps, but I'll try to out bump it.
blow bud like Louie Armstrong blow on the trumpet.
it's the heavily intelligent, slightly irrelevant
Jap on tracks stompin' raps like an elephant.
on a safari, waitin' in the bushes for snakes
and these slow runnin' beasts, cut 'em up for their steaks/stakes.
fillin' my belly with the souls of the past
but these wack rhymes upset me and start givin' me gas.
want a Beano? maybe a glass of club soda?
I'll take a whole bottle of scotch. 40 of king cobra
chaaoos 2 years ago
you're such a lyer:( when you say you don't have skillz...come on i know you:| )
emceekeiko 2 years ago
okay , i lied hahaha, im ok for an amateur i guess
nebunu1223 2 years ago
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
broo why you didn't writed some lyrics with tha other guys haa haaA?
emceekeiko 2 years ago
I'll rock co.kane 'esque flows till the propane explodes.
epshot 2 years ago
Fire and brimstone flows, you'll get your lips sewn closed, im ice cold so don't moan if you get your hipbone froze, this emcee never forgets like an elephant, you'll regret spitting rhymes so irrelivent, i see your inconsistancies, this instant youre extinct to me, i bit into these rhymes instinctually, so better move out the way of my 1,2,1,2, don't box me because i subdue the untrue, sorry to say my fingertips type more intricate rhymes than any of your british kid simple shit.
epshot 2 years ago
fresh outa the box comes a camanche with zest,
why cant you understand you are now rocking with the best?
ya rhymes are laughable but the joke's ya diction,
another canadian misfit wack contradiction,
the montreal screwjob had more integrity,
i could reply to your sad rhymes every day to infinity,
is ya mc name moosehead or really epshot,
cos I deliver the real while your a bloodclot,
my clout is incredible rep is legendary,
be honest every time i hit back your flows are secondary,
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
ya damn right it is, he just submitted though!
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
Ha never, i just wrote out my next paragraph but youtube is being nutty at didn't post it up. i'll have to try and remember what i wrote now.
epshot 2 years ago
youtube aint nutty its just sick of your superwack rhymes, im sure we all are!
real mc's never forget................
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
knucklehead biteabeat then talk shit,
you won 1st prize for an mc who cant spit,
dogmatic with rhymes ill flow skillmatic,
no drama needed says mr pragmatic,
im out like usain bolt chasing ice cream vans,
or white guys with white lines and no tans,
***KAYFABE***
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
terrible rhyme.
epshot 2 years ago
jealous
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
Down a hidden path with clever math, he put together scraps of treasure maps, found a weathered shack and a magic chest bound in leather straps, he heard stories of commodities and objects of odyssy, so a prospect of oddities he thought there ought to be, but upon open no gold tokens, just a mic so dusty it must be old and broken, back in the day you could find him at raves, now hes hidin in the batcave tryin to get some tracks made.
Thats how you rhyme.
epshot 2 years ago
Between droppin flows, and crossin roads like a hoppin toad, he often sold commen colds, for coffin loads of forgotten gold, goblins know a co kane flows just a stones throw distance, but to those shmoes who don't know: good riddance, at night time i dont fight crime, i write rhymes and I kid not, I design the fine line bewteen einstein and hip hop, no shades of grey it's all two-tone and i'm a white dude who occupies the true thrown, may as well put your name on your own tombstone
epshot 2 years ago
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago
This mic is bound to transmit sound
hand it down? May as well skip town
Avoid stages you'll make small wages
small potatoes like highschool plays for all ages.
Sorry to say, but it's a tragic fact, your shows would get canceled for a fat kid with a magic act
your radiowaves will never be on the stereo
unlike this young emcee from ontario
epshot 2 years ago
aint no time for playin as ive already pulled your file,
occupation says wack where as mine says wildstyle,
stagefright is ya nickname and vanilla ice is ya dad,
ya get no props or respect so dont get mad,
gettin burned on youtube is kinda embaressing,
better that than ya dad given your ass a good hammering,
ya played ya self as a noskillsmc talkin shit,
you remind me of when tyson KO'D berbick,
case closed its over 1-2-3,
my autobiography reads MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME,
BAMBOOLOUNGE 2 years ago