[Awe-Dio]

"sorry i was stretchin the cypher...y'all can take a minute tryna top that." - Enkore

gimme a second, i'm sick n' i cough rap.. lungs full of asbestos
honeys cop me a glance wit money in eyes, cuz i'm drivin a lexus
wear a cross on my necklace, where my ex's ring use to hang on the side
bumpin the new Nas, thru them rockford subs that bang in my ride
i do my thang when i ride, left hand clutchin the wheel the right touchin her clit
been in luv, 1 night's more than enuf, now these hos say i'm too much of a prick
but the things they want is far too much for a chick
i'd rather stay in touch wit my click, smoke the dutch in a spliff
big joints shaped in a cone, relieving the stress, escapin my dome
wave goodbye to the street, soon as i get this mixtape in its own

[Enkore]

"wave goodbye to the street, soon as i get this mixtape in its own" - Awe-dio

wavin at home, good bye, u know it's a good time,
to head outa this hood-high levels of crooks stride,
through these stones and bricks where the good die,
young, and for fun, these little niggas jus jook, I,
gotta retrieve some positive, from this environment,
so fulla negatives, pessimists, is gettin sick,
cuz they dun even try to understand the rhetoric,
i'mma representative of, henny and the bud,
fuck spendin twenty for food... try twenty for a dub,
get-a-nigga-snuffed, if he showin-me-he-beast,
please, i feast on bitch niggas and i never get enough, holla.

[Anghellic]

Originally Posted by Enkore get-a-nigga-snuffed, if he showin-me-he-beast, please, i feast on bitch niggas and i never get enough, holla.

While I pop dollars, Cause imma pimp when hoe's holla,
Gangsta's all follow Cause I promise a new tomorrow,
I break my back to get cheese, So we shine in the hood,
Get Coke, muh fucker we so grind so what's good,
I know snow, Even in SD where the sun shine A'Day,
We just trying to eat, So fuck a 20 sack,
I flip a 20 sack to a 30 up,
Flip a half eighth n turn it back to forty fuck,
flippa a eight to a quarter, a quarter then I smoke it up,
Take the cap n clean it what, rinse it cause Im am,
The type play witcha girls blouse, While I blow a Half Ounce,
Cause I need that Chron, Like I need that Puss at ya moms house
Nigga

[flobotopics]

The type play witcha girls blouse, While I blow a Half Ounce,
Cause I need that Chron, Like I need that Puss at ya moms house..anghellic

staying bombed out, not knowing how to calm down
break you into elements then make a compound
usin' fussion with the wicked words abusin'
never losin' when the DJ spins on one's and two's an
raps protrudin' til they look like houdini illusion
confusin' all those who don't know what the real is
yall can feel this, bluff no matter what the deal is
fuck who's realest cause i'm just here to bake fakes
take a pace that no one can keep in the race
disappear with no trace, cats bland like no taste
on your chinese food, new phex-dam where yall find these dudes

[Enkore]

"on your chinese food, new phex-dam where yall find these dudes" - Flobo

i'm highly rude, sorry mate, start talkin, i'll stomp ya face,
guard ya space, gimme the chance i'm known to disconbobulate,
wack punks, who act up, rollin in like a fat dutch,
listen dukes, i'll eat ya food, leave ya lookin like a sad mutt,
damn chump, tryna match up? the pieces simply don't fit,
i'm trouble, not subtle, wilin out, callin out ya whole clik,
coughin out a lung, from smokin, and i won't quit,
fuck it, i'm coughin out a lung simply becuz i'm so sick, bitch.

[grim]

coughin out a lung, from smokin, and i won't quit,
fuck it, i'm coughin out a lung simply becuz i'm so sick, bitch.-Enkore

simply put im-just that contagious
Diabolocal black plague ive been around for ages
rewriting pages-history is mine to quote
so you'll find yourselves white slaves-with a noose around your throat
bitch nigga think that chain makes you hot man best get off it
cause when they make you run that in the street, best believe its all profit
and in a second you'll realize that some shit that cats spit is real
some'll leave you stone cold with the medusa ice grill

some'll leave you stone cold with the medusa ice grill - ^that dude

ice grill? oxymorons bring the laughter out o'me
people gonna diss this spit coz shit is what it's bound t'be
a clown y'see, i never seem t'feel the social boundaries
n'tho i'm fuckin shit it seems that dobb is still astoundin these...
plebian ne'er-do-wells, be rappin bout they guns'n shit
if stupidity was energy, these fucks'd be a conduit
blow a fuse'n show ya choose t'prove t'dudes y'flows of use
ya snooze y'lose coz in this game there's disses backed with known abuse
coz errybody wants t'take a new kid and destroy him quick
so beat them to the punch'n hit them first, ayo, employ ya wit....

[Roc]

so beat them to the punch'n hit them first, ayo, employ ya wit.... - dobb

the street smarts, cats won't pump.. they got weak hearts,
it's not a metaphor when i mean harm, i speak darts,
leak targets, love to connect.. my shit is vonage,
fake thugs keepin it real, fuck.. i'm just bein honest,
rose from garbage..

[Anghellic]

Rose From Garbage, gold from copper,
brain is the clip i let off when i pop ya,
exploding shells rings bells n bring hell,
i sing n yell till you can hear me from roswell,
im not well, matter fact im so ill,
infected with this curse i must spill,
rhymes out the refill, times is out with my detail,
coppin a benjamin percent on the retail,
n burn a burner fully just to show em, how i heat steel

[grim]

heat steel, the streets ill, now taste the curb
my victory is concrete-fuck all you herbs
like words' bond i spit strong and smooth like bengay
students stay after class a asswhoopin from sensei
sense a disturbance in the force, cats beefin about ham
killin hiphop with pork, luke, then i'll cut off your hand

[dbaznxdragon]

killin hiphop with pork, luke, then i'll cut off your hand -grim
Stab ur foot, slap ya tongue til ya taste turns bland/
While i coast through my own mind, u seem blind 2 my light/
I emit might through power-wording multis while bolting bright/
Take flight higher than Marley, sight sharper than double 20's/
Run G, i bubble toil and trouble wit mischievous rhymes, free/
of encasement, waves 2 impulse electrically in studio basements/

*bboy pose*
spit's like my smell, ya'll bloodhound minds can't even trace scent/

[Anghellic]

Run G, i bubble toil and trouble wit mischievous rhymes, free/
of encasement, waves 2 impulse electrically in studio basements/
DB

studio basements... switch n involve placements,
depression and induce hatred, just face it,
half these rappers are basic, they wasted it,
so stench i can taste it, its like they laced it,
with straight shit, with corn still left in it,
I'll rip ya heart, with ya chest still wit it,
wet a beat i'll still get it,
continue the cypher proper,
so someone else can still hit it

[Enkore]

"so someone else can still hit it"

and who else can come next but the infamous one,
been rockin the mic, they wonder when the kid had begun,
my dude, it's been four years, now i'm killin it son,
learned from a couple niggas, now i'm iller than thum,
matter fact i'm as ill as they come, still in the slums,
southside, and u know that i'm splittin ya thumb,
dumb dumb, dun try to touch the skill i posess,
ill defz, till the death, and we still in effect,
cocksuckers and clowns think they ill as my set,
yeah right, damn tight, when i'm chillin wit sess, fuck it.

[Awe-Dio]

"yeah right, damn tight, when i'm chillin wit sess, fuck it." - enkore

grabbin the tech, buck it.. if mutha fuckas try n' mess wit our cream
exchange dope for dollars, stack enz, re-up and invest in a dream
then exchange the GS Lex for a CL Benz...
the dream, to get more spins than Sprewell trends
but u dont see Latrell's on my feet, i'm rockin them dunks n' A 1's
i take flight, no more fair fights, nowadays even young punks'll spray guns
watchin my city being corrupted, run by drug money n' crooks
they dont even realize the type of money under the books
if it was up to me, i'd put government officials with high ranks in prison
but now they wanna model the Reco Act and charge us for Gangsterism

[Tuddles]

but now they wanna model the Reco Act and charge us for Gangsterism - Awe-dio

america sponsers terrorism, high ranked officials dont understand how we livin
two jobs minimum wage on welfare, and they spending money to wage warfare//
they dont care, but whos give the athourity to kill a minority
if you ask me, i think we got problems wit our own Security//

It seems its been like this for an eternity
and change isnt apparent, its constant modernity//
its only a matter o time now
we gotta stick together now//

an uprising, a revolution its Evident
they blame it on us, the residents
I Blame it on the president

dont get me wrong i love America
but were stuck in a state of Hysteria



(um can anyone give me some crits on this? in a PM thanks)