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06-13-2006, 07:32 PM
When im on the mic I catch wreck
My style is motherfuckin mad murderous
Now you don’t try and rep saying you heard of us
Ask your girl, she’s been on the receiving end when I bust
Trust
Now on the mic you think your sick
But I got quick wit
Cause like Eminem, im Infinite
With rhymes that interlock like bricks
Which are also heavy and will crush you kid
Now for a while I suggest you sit
Go on take a seat
Watch my lyrical feat
Don’t hesitate
To watch me levitate
Cause im on another level
And blinding you like diamond bezel
Like so solid crew ”you wont see me in the video, oh no”
But im coming horrid to you & “you don’t want it with me, oh no”
Im the kid you see in the street
I got you sussed but you don’t know me
Discreet is how I maintain
But I got duns in the street that be repping my name
Im known on a low degree wherever I go
Got a lot of thought that I never let be known
I often move in the streets alone
I think about life & every situation that’s going on
When I enter like the wu-tang
You’ll know who the fuck I am
When I get on the set
I bomb atomically like Inspectah Deck
Illmatic/still at it
Im gunna test ya with sumat KRS said
Im in a dream but it aint all good
Cos im been passed off just like a blunt
And I cant seem to wake up
She said she like these nikeys
We can maintain in my room while you tell me just how you like me
A rhyme is a terrible thing to waste
If your gunna become and emcee, this what’s you learn from the basement
My rhymes are too nice for you to taste
Then with my tongue I lace
The beat
With meanings deep
Step to me, expect defeat
I wreck the scene, check the fiend
For dopeness, that’s hopeless
Cos im the locest
All the girls gather round me cos I more styles than the ice cream man
They run away from you, shrek looking motherfucker, with that nice green tan
(running away from a shrek looking motherfucker with a nice green tan)
undergound like the turtules
jumping over hurdles
in my breath I think I see splinter
cos its cold like winter
my rhymes’ll freeze ya
up, if hip-hop was a tournament
I’d ease the cup
I got your girl sayin, this guy ease me up.
Sit back and drink a Heineken
As I go inside my mind again
Waiting on life like im timing things
Well I rap for a laugh
Just kicking back
And the party’s phat
Heavenly divine
Wish you was already mine
Come to collect respect
19 years ago on this day I was born into this earth
half way to death, I was already there
had everybody praying & scared
for the worse they had to prepare
Its 10 to 1
Thinking how my life’s gone from win to none
You say by your waste your packing a gun
Approach me with it, I’ll be smacking you son
Now let me be truthful with you
That by your waist is really see thru
I don’t push drugs
But someday I could
And now that your rich and famous, I doubt that you would
I don’t stand on the corner of the block
Thinking because of me every dude under the collar is hot
You act to be this big O.G
Spoke to dudes on your spot
Got you exposed,
now everybody’s odds on favourite betting your not
this is living proof, spittin’ the truth
every word from me is like dropping a bomb of nuke
so im sick and making you puke
hurts like razors when you pee
or choking after toking some herbal tree
this is a quick verse
to tip the nerves
spit the verbs
kick the curb
it’s a risky life
sorta like skating on ice while juggling knifes
rhyme scheme
more dope than a dope feind
rhymes as ill a cannabill tripping off pills
the way I flow over the beat
you roll over desceased
lyricall efficiency is my mission g
cos I flow like a fish in the sea
now your boring me
see me sat in the corner snoring g
lowe & behold, watch as I unfold
like a holy scroll
on the mic im blessed
go after any emcee from the U.K or anywhere in the world that’s left
you masterbate
your old school listening to me on tape
yes its living proof running away
cos yet again im snatchin your chain
discreet like agility, sting like a killa bee
im the one who rocks it rightly
cos on the mic im tight G
im one half of the new group coming through L.P
hull gully
took the reservations from inside of me
told me to place em on wax, so I did just that
one low profile cat
and one living proof comeback
I speak the truth, living proof
What it stands for, now let it be told
Through the pen that I hold
Pleasure and pain
Like giving birth to a Bain
When I walk through
Heads talk, true
Third eye fish optical lens
Like the heat wave tropical bends
I even think of rhymes while taking a shit
Recite, recycle & sit on it
No1. crew in your area/maleria
Rhyme what I dream about – bailey with mouth on fire, eating snow
A smile on a face, worth wile to be traced
Mr. Bush & Mr. Blair, established countries of the world
Spare as thought to the population referred to as “third”
Where food is rare
Your spending on weaponry is declared
Enough to solve world poverty
Every time I drink a beer
I feel my mind slowly but surely slip outta here
This place is a state of been mentally awake
Brain cells are dying with every swig that I take
It fucks with my mind state
Memory fails, causes me to aggravate
I get vexed then turn into an x-men
I stay 2 fingers up to the mainstream
dumbed down music in the name of C.R.E.A.M
a real message is never seen
no real emcees
its about the finer things in life
rhymes used so many times they as old as Christ
they ain't battle in the streets at night
but act gangsta in the studio when its light
don't matter as long your earning money, right?
hip-hop's been turned into a business
why is this?
think they signing artists for money
all goes to CEO, dummy
I write these rhymes, to get peace of mind
Anytime I find, I use for mines
To think among other things, in-between the lines
Decline any negative thoughts
To keep a clear mind brought
Into how I sort. Out situations,
Dilemmas, full circle back to creations
Of thoughts, that’s word is born
Many pages are torn
Before I find my ideal starting place like a pawn
So many thoughts
This takes time, like chess, helps develop the mind.
In the heat of the night/I use my mic like a knife/stickin’ up mc’s like/you think your all the hype/ok ima battle you now, psyche/-o, you didn’t know/im sick with the flow/ im sick with the flow/ im sick with the flow
When i rock up on the mic
I be knockin any mc type
cos im kickin rhymes like batman does joker
and mc's battling with me, scared to go there
Just a bunch of kids
that rap for a laugh
i fucking hate Ja Rule
But fuck with me and i'll clap back
at partys people askin me to rap
gimme sum time 4 lyrics, a beat,
and you got a new wax
now watch me lace this beat
as im watchin you take defeat
i usually write lyrics without a beat
when im down, its my way of shoutin out defeat
i survived an Aneurysm,
now i shine with more styles than a Prysm
i dont need bars to write darts from the heart
cos im kickin a phat rhyme
with so much heat you catch a tan line
stop been stupid and rude
cos i got more styles than a rubix cube
im savage, i write rhymes that'll manage
to shatter your brain matter
i missed it out on purpose
i spit lyrics out my mouth cos im nervous
i speak slang with a slur and a stutter
and i sound slick when rhyming on the butter
where i live, its not known for stars, but the gutter
Living Proof is a testiment to medicine
my deadly paragraphs steadily appeal in mass
Sat at the back of the class with my hand up/ then teacher picks me out at random/ she also asks me if I’m done/ talking to the girl next to me/ as I whispered honesty is the best policy/ I want you and me to be / cos earth/ me and you deserve/ each other/ we could be high school lovers/ as im looking around at the others/ some I was known to call brothers/ tagging the book covers/ I’m wondering how could I/
Just say teacher dear/me and my peers/ are tryna hear/what steveo & nicko are kicking in my ear
V2: Sat at the back of the class with my hand up
Teacher said she didn’t like me manor
My attitude was very rude (duke)
But I continued to choose talking to the girl next to me
I whispered to her, ooh you could be my boo
And for all its worth, me and you deserve each other
We could be high school lovers
Cos you’re the one I choose over all the others
So I wrote my number on her book cover
The bell rang so I rushed with some brothers
As we were hanging in the hall I heard these heads call
There’s a kid who wants to battle and his style is kinda rougher
Sat at the back of the bus listening to music
She came and sat near me with her looks and intention to uses it
Wasn’t sure if she was interested although her looks did ooze it
When I met her she was in drama school
Her eyes sparkled in the sun like a jewel
Her name was Tanya, after a while I knew I couldn’t understand her
When we exchanged numbers that’s when I thought I knew,
Girls like her, there are very few
Then next day I decided to play it cool, it wasn’t long before her text came through
This whole experience and feelings to me was something new
The time we spent wasn’t planned together
I remember the first time our hands were together, there
In my street, a thought I keep,
Despite cuddling up & holding you, nothing was more sweet
She had awe about herself that made me think I had shyness defeat
That’s why I miss and remenis over the time you and I spent as we.
They call me nick, with a nice size ____. I make the girls flip like, “how you feeling this chick”. Damn shorty you trick.
Warcloud aka Holocaust type thought verse
You see the murky water
Mysterious like a lurky stalker
You may pass them in the street, similarly discreet
Not a big talker, like your local drug scorer
With each victim he grows taller
The brain, it is smaller & running double time
Which makes him scared of his own wild rhymes
he thinks they're vicious and commit crimes
Keeps them well hidden & preserved in brine
Causes himself an Aneurysm,
Believing from the depths of Hell is where they have risen,
They are damned, doomed and ridden.
At this points Paranoia sets in
A good idea to him, he cracks open his skull
Likes he’s done it many times, sorta like a cull
At the thoughts he tries to pull
But instead on the table he slams down 3 pounds, his mind
He splits it open, hands covered in slime
He tries to grip the grip the pen, but not for the first time
Because everything feels so smooth
He thought he saw the ink in his pen move
As he tries to write down why his life is so cruel
Ask’s himself, is my brain ticking to a different groove?
Am I tripping?
Blood spurting out my head and my heart is skipping
Getting weaker by the minute
Get my strength up, eat some spinach
But what do I do when I try to move, but can't?
Do I just lay here in a red pool?
Everything now feels so cool
Do I have anything to lose?
Which path do I chose?
Both have a different fate for me to use
I feel as though from the earth I am severed and confused
Many regrets, disturbance of the mind, forgive me,
Believe the phrase, “its Living Proof”; because the mind is a maze, I just wanted a different view.
i leave the mic in pieces when i savage it with my rap species
Battle me son, that’ll become
a-skills, u keep mentionin guys sure ur not the one into gay thrills.
i seen u on the streets pimpin ur ass to pay bills
My style is motherfuckin mad murderous
Now you don’t try and rep saying you heard of us
Ask your girl, she’s been on the receiving end when I bust
Trust
Now on the mic you think your sick
But I got quick wit
Cause like Eminem, im Infinite
With rhymes that interlock like bricks
Which are also heavy and will crush you kid
Now for a while I suggest you sit
Go on take a seat
Watch my lyrical feat
Don’t hesitate
To watch me levitate
Cause im on another level
And blinding you like diamond bezel
Like so solid crew ”you wont see me in the video, oh no”
But im coming horrid to you & “you don’t want it with me, oh no”
Im the kid you see in the street
I got you sussed but you don’t know me
Discreet is how I maintain
But I got duns in the street that be repping my name
Im known on a low degree wherever I go
Got a lot of thought that I never let be known
I often move in the streets alone
I think about life & every situation that’s going on
When I enter like the wu-tang
You’ll know who the fuck I am
When I get on the set
I bomb atomically like Inspectah Deck
Illmatic/still at it
Im gunna test ya with sumat KRS said
Im in a dream but it aint all good
Cos im been passed off just like a blunt
And I cant seem to wake up
She said she like these nikeys
We can maintain in my room while you tell me just how you like me
A rhyme is a terrible thing to waste
If your gunna become and emcee, this what’s you learn from the basement
My rhymes are too nice for you to taste
Then with my tongue I lace
The beat
With meanings deep
Step to me, expect defeat
I wreck the scene, check the fiend
For dopeness, that’s hopeless
Cos im the locest
All the girls gather round me cos I more styles than the ice cream man
They run away from you, shrek looking motherfucker, with that nice green tan
(running away from a shrek looking motherfucker with a nice green tan)
undergound like the turtules
jumping over hurdles
in my breath I think I see splinter
cos its cold like winter
my rhymes’ll freeze ya
up, if hip-hop was a tournament
I’d ease the cup
I got your girl sayin, this guy ease me up.
Sit back and drink a Heineken
As I go inside my mind again
Waiting on life like im timing things
Well I rap for a laugh
Just kicking back
And the party’s phat
Heavenly divine
Wish you was already mine
Come to collect respect
19 years ago on this day I was born into this earth
half way to death, I was already there
had everybody praying & scared
for the worse they had to prepare
Its 10 to 1
Thinking how my life’s gone from win to none
You say by your waste your packing a gun
Approach me with it, I’ll be smacking you son
Now let me be truthful with you
That by your waist is really see thru
I don’t push drugs
But someday I could
And now that your rich and famous, I doubt that you would
I don’t stand on the corner of the block
Thinking because of me every dude under the collar is hot
You act to be this big O.G
Spoke to dudes on your spot
Got you exposed,
now everybody’s odds on favourite betting your not
this is living proof, spittin’ the truth
every word from me is like dropping a bomb of nuke
so im sick and making you puke
hurts like razors when you pee
or choking after toking some herbal tree
this is a quick verse
to tip the nerves
spit the verbs
kick the curb
it’s a risky life
sorta like skating on ice while juggling knifes
rhyme scheme
more dope than a dope feind
rhymes as ill a cannabill tripping off pills
the way I flow over the beat
you roll over desceased
lyricall efficiency is my mission g
cos I flow like a fish in the sea
now your boring me
see me sat in the corner snoring g
lowe & behold, watch as I unfold
like a holy scroll
on the mic im blessed
go after any emcee from the U.K or anywhere in the world that’s left
you masterbate
your old school listening to me on tape
yes its living proof running away
cos yet again im snatchin your chain
discreet like agility, sting like a killa bee
im the one who rocks it rightly
cos on the mic im tight G
im one half of the new group coming through L.P
hull gully
took the reservations from inside of me
told me to place em on wax, so I did just that
one low profile cat
and one living proof comeback
I speak the truth, living proof
What it stands for, now let it be told
Through the pen that I hold
Pleasure and pain
Like giving birth to a Bain
When I walk through
Heads talk, true
Third eye fish optical lens
Like the heat wave tropical bends
I even think of rhymes while taking a shit
Recite, recycle & sit on it
No1. crew in your area/maleria
Rhyme what I dream about – bailey with mouth on fire, eating snow
A smile on a face, worth wile to be traced
Mr. Bush & Mr. Blair, established countries of the world
Spare as thought to the population referred to as “third”
Where food is rare
Your spending on weaponry is declared
Enough to solve world poverty
Every time I drink a beer
I feel my mind slowly but surely slip outta here
This place is a state of been mentally awake
Brain cells are dying with every swig that I take
It fucks with my mind state
Memory fails, causes me to aggravate
I get vexed then turn into an x-men
I stay 2 fingers up to the mainstream
dumbed down music in the name of C.R.E.A.M
a real message is never seen
no real emcees
its about the finer things in life
rhymes used so many times they as old as Christ
they ain't battle in the streets at night
but act gangsta in the studio when its light
don't matter as long your earning money, right?
hip-hop's been turned into a business
why is this?
think they signing artists for money
all goes to CEO, dummy
I write these rhymes, to get peace of mind
Anytime I find, I use for mines
To think among other things, in-between the lines
Decline any negative thoughts
To keep a clear mind brought
Into how I sort. Out situations,
Dilemmas, full circle back to creations
Of thoughts, that’s word is born
Many pages are torn
Before I find my ideal starting place like a pawn
So many thoughts
This takes time, like chess, helps develop the mind.
In the heat of the night/I use my mic like a knife/stickin’ up mc’s like/you think your all the hype/ok ima battle you now, psyche/-o, you didn’t know/im sick with the flow/ im sick with the flow/ im sick with the flow
When i rock up on the mic
I be knockin any mc type
cos im kickin rhymes like batman does joker
and mc's battling with me, scared to go there
Just a bunch of kids
that rap for a laugh
i fucking hate Ja Rule
But fuck with me and i'll clap back
at partys people askin me to rap
gimme sum time 4 lyrics, a beat,
and you got a new wax
now watch me lace this beat
as im watchin you take defeat
i usually write lyrics without a beat
when im down, its my way of shoutin out defeat
i survived an Aneurysm,
now i shine with more styles than a Prysm
i dont need bars to write darts from the heart
cos im kickin a phat rhyme
with so much heat you catch a tan line
stop been stupid and rude
cos i got more styles than a rubix cube
im savage, i write rhymes that'll manage
to shatter your brain matter
i missed it out on purpose
i spit lyrics out my mouth cos im nervous
i speak slang with a slur and a stutter
and i sound slick when rhyming on the butter
where i live, its not known for stars, but the gutter
Living Proof is a testiment to medicine
my deadly paragraphs steadily appeal in mass
Sat at the back of the class with my hand up/ then teacher picks me out at random/ she also asks me if I’m done/ talking to the girl next to me/ as I whispered honesty is the best policy/ I want you and me to be / cos earth/ me and you deserve/ each other/ we could be high school lovers/ as im looking around at the others/ some I was known to call brothers/ tagging the book covers/ I’m wondering how could I/
Just say teacher dear/me and my peers/ are tryna hear/what steveo & nicko are kicking in my ear
V2: Sat at the back of the class with my hand up
Teacher said she didn’t like me manor
My attitude was very rude (duke)
But I continued to choose talking to the girl next to me
I whispered to her, ooh you could be my boo
And for all its worth, me and you deserve each other
We could be high school lovers
Cos you’re the one I choose over all the others
So I wrote my number on her book cover
The bell rang so I rushed with some brothers
As we were hanging in the hall I heard these heads call
There’s a kid who wants to battle and his style is kinda rougher
Sat at the back of the bus listening to music
She came and sat near me with her looks and intention to uses it
Wasn’t sure if she was interested although her looks did ooze it
When I met her she was in drama school
Her eyes sparkled in the sun like a jewel
Her name was Tanya, after a while I knew I couldn’t understand her
When we exchanged numbers that’s when I thought I knew,
Girls like her, there are very few
Then next day I decided to play it cool, it wasn’t long before her text came through
This whole experience and feelings to me was something new
The time we spent wasn’t planned together
I remember the first time our hands were together, there
In my street, a thought I keep,
Despite cuddling up & holding you, nothing was more sweet
She had awe about herself that made me think I had shyness defeat
That’s why I miss and remenis over the time you and I spent as we.
They call me nick, with a nice size ____. I make the girls flip like, “how you feeling this chick”. Damn shorty you trick.
Warcloud aka Holocaust type thought verse
You see the murky water
Mysterious like a lurky stalker
You may pass them in the street, similarly discreet
Not a big talker, like your local drug scorer
With each victim he grows taller
The brain, it is smaller & running double time
Which makes him scared of his own wild rhymes
he thinks they're vicious and commit crimes
Keeps them well hidden & preserved in brine
Causes himself an Aneurysm,
Believing from the depths of Hell is where they have risen,
They are damned, doomed and ridden.
At this points Paranoia sets in
A good idea to him, he cracks open his skull
Likes he’s done it many times, sorta like a cull
At the thoughts he tries to pull
But instead on the table he slams down 3 pounds, his mind
He splits it open, hands covered in slime
He tries to grip the grip the pen, but not for the first time
Because everything feels so smooth
He thought he saw the ink in his pen move
As he tries to write down why his life is so cruel
Ask’s himself, is my brain ticking to a different groove?
Am I tripping?
Blood spurting out my head and my heart is skipping
Getting weaker by the minute
Get my strength up, eat some spinach
But what do I do when I try to move, but can't?
Do I just lay here in a red pool?
Everything now feels so cool
Do I have anything to lose?
Which path do I chose?
Both have a different fate for me to use
I feel as though from the earth I am severed and confused
Many regrets, disturbance of the mind, forgive me,
Believe the phrase, “its Living Proof”; because the mind is a maze, I just wanted a different view.
i leave the mic in pieces when i savage it with my rap species
Battle me son, that’ll become
a-skills, u keep mentionin guys sure ur not the one into gay thrills.
i seen u on the streets pimpin ur ass to pay bills