I'll post some my older shit in here as well as some of my newer shit... I didn't know the format for posting writtens that this forum likes until a couple minutes ago... this is a lot different than what other sites do.

Anyways, here's something I wrote a while ago... I was trying to fit in as many multis as I possibly could while still making sense so take it for what you will... I've gotten a lot better since

(verse 1)
shock and rile ears with less sympathy than crocodile tears/
my style's fear; if you gonna call it off the dial's here//
defiled peers for years; child reared half you kids in rap/
with similac; kickin facts that end cats and they smidgeon acts//
ain't given craps 'bout prison rats; all y'all can go to hell/
lotta foes to fell; stop talkin 'bout ya bling like show n tell//
"Years of Prayers" won't keep me from dolin' hell with "Golden Shells"/
tried to hide in "Allie" but that wack shit ya "Holden" spells//
death and destruction; debt and deductions' what the industry/
breeds n succeeds at doing as long as you suckas let em be fuckin//
up the similes n imagery; like Timothy I'll be bombin gs/
on the free; honestly me logic be//
chronically demolishing opposition with compositions/
that stomp a written; in my league there's no competition//
stop the bitchin; I topped ya spittin when I first started/
still the smartest artist; I'll leave wack acts departed//
by the road side; my cold eye paralyze foes like medusa/
mic sedusa; smash wacks "today and the next" like meth usas/
you's a fool ta sacrafice ya career/
fa mere cash; stop the bull n take the digits out ya ear fast//

in a heartbeat, I body ya copied larceny/
with verbal arsony; dischargin-gs from varsity...//

(verse 2)

in a flash I negate sinna's cash; y'all been in last/
for a minute; as my spittin blast wacks I trim the trash//
cats; I spinned ya past tracks and all I gotta say/
is stop today; ya bought ya way in with enough gwap ta lay in//
drop the swayin; the mobsta sayins are played as fuck/
jay n rae's enough; you ain't contributin with these gay ass bluffs//
take ya cuts back; ya can't bust phat; to ya fans, cut that/
gay love crap out; take yall's nutsacks out his butt crack now//
what wack? Ya comebacks couldn't stunt the growth of hunchbacks/
come back when ya dumb raps supportin weight like pun's calfs//
TUNS that crew that you rat towards; like Fear factor/
actors all yall unit stans be talkin about is 50 grand//
like the rapture, I'm approaching the end/
poachin ya friends; towin ya benz, totin a pen//
prosin again; arose in the den but still made it/
with ill statements; y'all is ill fated cause like the matrix//
y'all only awoke in the end, like coke in ya gin/
i'm unexpected dope, I run the bestest show//
in the west biz known, as I wreck this song/
I test the chrome; vests is torn till chests is blown//
with next to no thought; like gotti Iím scott-free/
from competition; if ya think you better, top ma spittin//
bootleggers stop the bitchin.../

(2nd hook)
killin it down, ill with the noun, still in the round/
stealin ya crown; like a pulse y'all feelin it now//
in ya hearts; like shawn carter, 15 and just started/
up the carnage; if ya garbage, don't start shit//

(verse 3)
the sickest with words, stickin a herb, skippin the third/
and goin straight to home; you hooked in like the bait is gone//
ya fakeness show; I rate this foe a ten/
for every time he's been beaten by me in sequence//
the frequence shockin; fuck Stephen Dawkins, I am a God/
livin the high life; burnin more trees than the Amazon//
to my modern rhapsodys; what more could you ask of me?/
slackin, me? actually, I'm back in the//
booth with rappin steez you can only peruse/
n peep; and to those who choosin sleep//
when it comes to my shit...

(pharoahe monch vocal sample)

fuck you!

More shit to be posted in the very near future...