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Old 11-11-2010, 10:31 AM   #106
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Some arrogant poetry for y'all:

Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
itís a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/
you can take me outta context but chu canít take me out the game/
top five alive, shout my name, I push lame emcees out the frame/
on top of that, I move caine, mary jane, and that boy for ya veins/
avoidin that same shit, I spit knowledge for that void in ya brain/
hereís a jewel: first rule of engagement, donít fool with the greatest/
you a fool in amazement of the latest opus of dopeness I created/
it seem like I was gone for ages, but now Iím back from my hiatus/
I was busy gettin wages, havin foot races wit racists in police chases/
I reached my oasis Ďfore I could catch more cases in them cages/
them gates is outrageous, to turn a gracious imam to a straight sadist/
but I made it around them bases, now Iím at home in the majors/
magnum opus like Poe's Raven, I am Picasso in his latest stages/
cuz Iíll leave you in braces like teenage faces, but itís permanent/
cuz, I came from the firmament wit the worst intent on murkin it/
I circumvent suckas in murderous tournaments, so stay subservient/
donít get chin checked or wrapped around the neck wit a tourniquet/
I fashion the planets like Copernicus, you canít match my swagger/
dungeons and dragons, catch my drift or you goní catch my dagger/
donít stagger out cha cave til you slaves hear the commander call/
spittin space age rage, Iím like Alexander to yíall neanderthals/
goddamn, Iím raw...

This is the kind of lyricism that's untouchable
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Old 07-10-2011, 10:16 PM   #107
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I am legend, yes, I am brave, a violent slave inside of a lion's cage/
I get paid Zion's wage to stand tall and spit truth on a silent stage/
that's how I quiet this strident rage, to sit silent like a Mayan sage/
insteada firing an iron gauge like I did when I was bout my scion's age/
now we in the science age, but they still can't find a way to employ/
I'm finally understandin, I'ma always end up being a d-boy, no decoy/
the real McCoy, I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
then come ask me for a front, shit happens around this time every month/
yo babymama check ain't came yet, so you here askin me for a free blunt/
you don't really want to confront me while your bitch is here, do you?/
cuz I been looked thru you and got a true view of ya heart under that Fubu/
you ain't no Zulu, I wouldn't even need the two-two to hit chu wit that voodoo/
they call me Prophet cuz I'm a guru, but they call me Sixx cuz I'm cuckoo...
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Old 07-11-2011, 10:08 PM   #108
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They can't behold my luscious dame, I can't control this loveless game/
blowin dutches of the lushest jane, but you foldin up, it's such a shame/
it's insane you still hang on the same corners from whence my Cutlass came/
my bluntness maims, leave a fuckin lame with nuthin but a bloodless frame/
you fucks can't contain my bulbous brain, mayn, it's such a wondrous thang/
my fangs draw blood from the most sumptuous veins, you chumps just feign/
compare my bars to the lustrous plains of upper Spain after a summer rain/
or I can stutter my dullest pangs, spoken straight from Fred Douglass' pain/
for peers that I lost when the injustice came, out Sixx went, in Justin came/
in just a day I built Rome, I feel chrome on my door and a wheel made of grain/
my Caprice soaked in oak, this Dominican dime laughin like I just told a joke/
ice cubes in my deck and my coke, today was a good day, I ain't awoken broke/
I keep the fiends smokin dope, my folks rockin herringbones and golden ropes/
treasure every minute and hold it close, cuz I never know when this life might provoke a stroke...
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Old 07-11-2011, 10:47 PM   #109
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I grapple with Sheol, met the devil's daughter, now I'm mackin her well/
smackin her tail, in a blackened motel then I'm throwin her back into hell/
you deaf, dumb and blind, can't learn to sign, plus you lackin the braille/
to feel what I write from the steel and the nights when I was back in a cell/
I excel well, this verse is certain to hurt yo heart like darts from a burner/
but these words go further than murder, it goes much farther than fervor/
birds of a feather spark on the fertile herbal, it's an artist's precursor/
if you a truth searcher, these words is like the AOL and Ted Turner merger/
so I dare any cake-ass web-surfer, "real Hip Hop" mercenary to murmur/
my medleys may turn ya from musical shepherd to my g.o.a.t.-herder/
that's for KRS or the rest of the so-called vets that judge who the best/
you ain't never seen my front steps or bought a bag of these d-r-u-g-s...
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Old 07-11-2011, 11:13 PM   #110
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Old 07-13-2011, 10:46 AM   #111
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I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/


enjoyed that that most keep at it man and i'l be in from tyme to tyme
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Old 07-15-2011, 02:36 AM   #112
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I am legend, yes, I am brave, a violent slave inside of a lion's cage/
I get paid Zion's wage to stand tall and spit truth on a silent stage/
that's how I quiet this strident rage, to sit silent like a Mayan sage/
insteada firing an iron gauge like I did when I was bout my scion's age/
now we in the science age, but they still can't find a way to employ/
I'm finally understandin, I'ma always end up being a d-boy, no decoy/
the real McCoy, I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
then come ask me for a front, shit happens around this time every month/
yo babymama check ain't came yet, so you here askin me for a free blunt/
you don't really want to confront me while your bitch is here, do you?/
cuz I been looked thru you and got a true view of ya heart under that Fubu/
you ain't no Zulu, I wouldn't even need the two-two to hit chu wit that voodoo/
they call me Prophet cuz I'm a guru, but they call me Sixx cuz I'm cuckoo...
this shit right here nigga ! is some true talk

"you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/"

^^one of my favorite lines because i know halfway hustlers like that
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Old 07-30-2011, 12:23 PM   #113
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I'll be there like Tito's brother, when you need some weed then see no other/
see no evil and cease to covet, I keep a couple p's beneath my cupboard/
shout out to Karen, she's my mother, even Stevie Wonder can see I love her/
if you seen me swing you seen my slugger, I'll Jose Canseco a seasoned sucker/
I drink Jose Cuervo when I eat my supper, most ese's know I see no color/
black chick in my crib, don't need no covers, I'm too cold and she so gutter/
I got a hotel suite for my circle, they trollin Swisher sweets fulla purple/
I'm outside wit o-z's of the herbal, bustin serves wit the heat in my thermal/
pennin prophecies in my journal, Wu Tang is forever but Prophet P is eternal/
the microwave poppin d by the kernel, in the cyber age gotta leap any hurdle/
candlelight vigil if a fiend on they Herschel cuz I got the heat in my girdle/
composin a Constantine concerto, some nights is too black to see the inferno/
the streets is nocturnal, these words is hurtful to the external listener/
urban Krishna, it's time for a Hip Hop lockout, I'm the verbal commissioner/
send you back to ya suburban peninsula, holla back when the season start/
til you start to release a spark, yo cheapened art ain't worth a cuisinart...
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"I spit crack, you spit pipe dreams"...ill...
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Old 10-29-2011, 08:17 PM   #115
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If only you knew where the--source of this blue terror/
was, that keeps knowledge abuzz beneath my New Era/
cuz--I'm a true seraph in a pair of J's bought from Arabs/
a Machiavellian ancient alien hangin out my fiery carriage/
my skill's sickle cell sick so I virally share it, it's buyin me merit/
but skills can't salvage my marriage or assign me no karats/
the more I sell dimes of death the more my livelihood perish/
I'm likely to perish in a barrage of bullets from a sheriff's barracks/
probly put my body in a generic warehouse, up in the garret/
but for now I'm up in a terrace wit my parents and my heiress/
starin at Polaris, cherishin the evening, speakin in esoterics/
temple clerics for the one who rose, I don't mean no Derrick/
I don't need numerics to calculate the years its bout to take/
for the clouds of hate to make their precious way outta state/
the pressure stays bout the cake, the hood is way outta line/
green leaves I gotta rake, even though they made outta pine/
I speak heat when I salivate, although I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine/
speak heat when I salivate, I know that I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine...

Don't know where I'm goin, just realized where I've been/
descended from Annunaki, defended by the jinn/
intend to stop who mock me, twenty-five in my timbs/
play me once shame on you, it won't happen again...

I'm trappin within a corridor in kevlar, wit a forty-four Heckler/
or I'm on Marion carryin kush for the corner-store regulars/
I'm a warrior senator, born to form metal from worn pebbles/
shape your plows into swords in accord with the Lord's rebels/
my pores drip sweat aboard levels of hell, can't avoid devils/
my loins tremble at the thought of rot inside of a void temple/
a mind is a terrible thing to taste, Ray Liotta, Anthony Hopkins/
if I get jammed up, I'm poppin, unless I got the insanity option/
I have to be cautious, my son ask why people buy these ziplocks/
better he see it from me then learn about it from Hip Hop/
better to buy him some J's than give him some flip flops/
better to lie here some days than to ride round wit nick rocks/
cuz you'll get stopped on this block if you in Tahoes or big blocks/
so I avoid the pig cops at all costs, like potholes and pit stops/
my motto's to get gwap, stay grounded til the mother ship lift off/
used to get pissed on, now I'm pissed off, Truman Burbank, Christof...
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Old 11-04-2011, 11:54 PM   #116
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I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/
Optical One, got my focus back, Optimo blunts, got my yoda sack/
call me for skunk, got the doja packs, God, I'm so drunk off cognac/
thirteen elbows in grocery sacks, I just came from shoppin/
Picasso just got his mojo back, now tell me what you coppin/
bitches run behind me like Flo-Jo's back, I ain't never stoppin/
snitches wanna dime me, I throw em back, quarterback option/
fiends wanna find me if I sold em packs, quarters and poppins/
police know I'm grimy, I told em that, I'm more than a problem/
I'm more like a monster, a mobster readin Catcher In The Rye/
my accomplice, he's standin by, preach my message from the sky/
how can I not pass you by when you learn your lessons from a lie/
burnt your blessings in the fire of the wretchedness of your pride/
always keep your gameface everytime, even when messin up inside/
nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/
never mind, I know some lines is over people's heads almost every time/
homey, I'm a lion, almost every dime I make is goin toward my pride/
alpha-male grind, break down the bails til it's count the mail time/
thirteen pounds for sale time, I'm pitchin cuties like they loosies/
solid three fifty since it's dewy, three twenty-five if we gucci/
gotta speak the language if you wanna slang packs where I'm from/
there's a lotta train tracks, and you don't wanna end up on some/
get cha ends up 'fore you end up on some quest for the bread truck/
you can't depend on dead luck, that med must got cha head fucked/
misled when they said give your best then rest when ya quest's up/
with that said, I guess my text's up, now acquiesce cuz I'm next up...
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Old 11-06-2011, 10:55 PM   #117
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LOVE these last two pieces Picasso!!

every line is dope, but here are a couple off top that I LOST it while reading>

I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/


nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/
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Old 11-11-2011, 06:11 PM   #118
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I penned poems in past lives when the ancient of man thrived/
my patience is past tense, I pillage pagans as a pastime/
proper payroll got me poppin, like bacon in a pan, fried/
but I feel the world on me like I'm taken in a landslide/
between my girl and my homey, I'm takin my man's side/
trustin a chick over the clique is the reason my mans died/
tryin not to drink again but I keep a reason to backslide/
I got baptized in blood once I was stabbed in my backside/
now I'm pickin scabs in my Lac ride, cream-toned vinyl top/
watch for crabs with my cat eyes, while I make my final stop/
let Lionel drop, runnin with the night til my spine'll pop/
when I die time'll stop on the face of Zion's primal clock/
the Mayans were misinformed, 2012 is when I'ma spit a storm/
which will transform to a swarm of locusts sworn to scorn/
in the eighties I was born, but before Adam I was formed/
before atoms were conformed, and before Azazel was warned/
so blow the ram's horn, adorn the halls of every dorm/
for on the morn of my coming I'll harvest Jerusalem thorn/
and scorch the fields of corn, then it's back to my forte/
teachin you how to conquer like I did the Vikings in Norway/
never speak in haste or poor taste, my psyche is gourmet/
think fast, food for thought, I ain't ate in four days/
been prayin for my homeboy facin fourteen in his court case/
but today we remain tippin packs on this porch, blazed...
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^heater. really really loved reading this piece!
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In the booth, confession time, Hail Mary Jane, bless the pine/
set these rhymes next in line, Section Nine next election time/
no question, I'm mentioned by precious dimes smoke session times/
this endless shine tends to blind wretched swine, seven signs/
seven seals, separate grinds, sellin pills, several times/
set the deal, severed ties, if you trill then you empathize/
with the plight of the Wandering Jew, don't call me no fool/
calmly remove ya Mauris and take the jewels I'm offering you/
rumors you heard are probably true, not cocky, but awfully rude/
Emmo Bee, that's why my Monte is blue and my laundry is too/
catch me on the avenue or thru shops where coffee is brewed/
softly I soothe your soul with psalms in the calmingest mood/
ain't no exception to the rule, if you steppin you a fool/
a questionable move when you show irreverence to the crew/
this is overdue empathy, sent to my most respected enemies/
selective entities sent to be friends to me, sentimentally/
I got pity for any of those who selectively get next to me/
who were meant to be snakes first and fake friends secondly/
Pimpin Ken pedigree, mouthpiece make yo daughter get buck/
get stuck for hours in the shower, snort powder, get fucked/
no coward, the kids tough, I climb towers with big blunts/
I'm Dwight Howard in big trucks, high power and big bucks/
I might pound her and get drunk, and in five hours I'll get up/
take a nice shower, get lit up, all that 'fore she sit up/
no rest for the weary, no bread for the bitches near me/
so it's clearly said, this thread should be stickied, hear me/
you fairies are nearly dead, merely a Sex in the City series/
we got guns like Sons of Anarchy, you are departed dearly/
your heart is purely glass, phantom in a white, pearly mask/
I'm quite early for the trophy, but I'll prematurely ask/
don't make me show my dirty ass, ya flow is surely trash/
flames on you wordy crabs, burn you slow then stir the ash/
got my fo' securely clasped, don't you ask for no reefer/
this pain shall surely pass while gettin ass at my leisure/
seen both sides of the fence, the grass was never greener/
so I hold tight to my sense, my grasp is getting weaker....
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