[Zodiak Stizo]

The prevalent cause leading to your definite death./
Bastards' bound to get broiled from the heat of my breath./
i let myself starve for the weak cuz i enjoy the hunt//
its how i carve out the week every day in the month//
i dont speak about tools i employ im too much manage//
let myself foam at the mouth till u calling me savage//
its not for dough, everything is all for pride//
a battle's an uncontrolled environment get it n let words ride//

[VicValSwift]

its not for dough, everything is all for pride//
a battle's an uncontrolled environment get it n let words ride//

So I can spit from the heart, in an essence grand
But I'm reaching out to souls with a senescent hand
And I don't really know where all my blessings stand
I'm sorta feeling like a meager adolescent man
I say "yes I can" but my head knows the truth bites
Maybe if I rip the booth right I'll get a new sight
I lose might with every single minute I waste
And I'm tryna fill all the spots in an infinite place..

[BboyJedi]

I lose might with every single minute I waste
And I'm tryna fill all the spots in an infinite place..

This infinite place be infinite learning/
your mind set to run and none more concerning/
If you borrowed before don't bother returning/
the destination on this free ride is no more discerning/
Now what i'm inferring, is that you don't go deferring/
from the original perpetuals that drunken lips were slurring/
whatever you thought you were is past before and during/
because i'm here to educate all on the commanding rules/
Think of me as your teacher and this thread my school/
It's appreciate, and keep my cool/
*cough* whatev- lemme just spit my set/
i'll place a bet, that this is the best one yet/
and for the record, you're all rooks and i'm the vet/
I'm neck deep, and you ain't even got your feet wet/
heres how it goes.../
I'll shoot you down like a Wesley Sniper/
My rhymes are vicious and venomous like a poisonous viper/
The more i spit the more the crowd gets hype-er/
They scream each time i spit a new cypher/
But think for you talk, cus this here's life or.../
...death/
My raps could be sold for millions like crystal meth/
I'm ruthless, I take 'til there's nothing left/
And homie i'd come up and take your dying breath/
Then I 'd sell it on ebay/
You buy your Shit, I get mine the free way/
You crumble against me like Cassidy vs. Freeway/
When I hit the arcade I always get a free play/
50 and G-Unit still tryin to free Jay/
Anyway, all I'm tryin to say/
Is I can cut you up like a chicken fillet/
More and more the crowd wants me to stay/
I mean to not rhyme you;d have to be a retard/
If someone spits you, you spit them back hard/
kissing ass won't make your lyrics more smart/
Inventing new schemes is how you set yourself apart/
As for me, Look back through my shit/
Every thing I’ve written is a hit/
See, I don't know if you know it/
But I know that I show it/
In every line that I wrote it/
apparent that to me that I live it how I quote it/
so please, let's get focused/
And don't sugar coat it/
when you own it, that's when it gets noticed/
And that's when you get smoked bitch/

[smashley]

when you own it, that's when it gets noticed/
And that's when you get smoked bitch/

Drinking all my worries away/
Alcohol set in to keep the problems at bay/
Still suffering from emotional scars/
Still bleeding from a punctured heart/
But let me speak for my path is rich/
Text set like philosophical blue prints/
Less of a blessing, more of a curse/
Bounded by the passion I exert in every verse..

[B-Boy.FReaK]

Less of a blessing, more of a curse/ Bounded by the passion I exert in every verse..

So I go around town just to traverse and my pair of converse is slowly breakin' down./

I'm still out tryin', lookin' to find my way./
But I can't see the endin', only to get into a fray.//

So all my blood gets spilled into the earth that I step on./
Even though I only seek for a place to relax on.//

Now my sole* is bare, down to the width of my hair./
But I simply do not care cuz it's been a while since I've lost all of my flair.//

*also intended to mean soul

[BboyJedi]

Now my sole* is bare, down to the width of my hair./
But I simply do not care cuz it's been a while since I've lost all of my flair.//

Surgery with no anesthetic, that’s how I operate.
So step back, before I put you in your proper place.
The ref said; stop the race, cause you can’t clock the pace.
Maybe you ought to wait, cause today’s not your day.
Take the day off today you haven’t brought the game.
Boy you've lost you way you should have hopped away.
Cause I locked the cage and you cannot escape.
My fists gonna rock ya face, then ill chop ya waist.
Man ill drop the safe , watch how it propagates.
Til it knocks ya away like a solid block of weight.
It'll leave ya looking messier than a pasta plate.
these keys are aptly named like a blackboard.
Watch ya name, As i chalk ya fate.

[smashley]

these keys are aptly named like a blackboard.
Watch ya name, As i chalk ya fate.

I stay standing in an open field/
Trying to isolate imaginary from real/
I take two steps towards the sun/
Another attempt but to its warmth I succumb/
A breeze trickles in and kisses my skin/
But still allowing for the light to soak in....

[Transcendent]

A breeze trickles in and kisses my skin/
But still allowing for the light to soak in....

And warm my soul, because reality has made me cold/
Hypothermic youth in a wasteland of sleet and snow/
With feet slowly sinking down; down into the dark abyss/
The struggle ceases seemingly, a martyr for the martyrless/
A part of this regardless of their race or religion/
Or color of their face, long as there's spirit within 'em/
A spirit of wisdom come to guide the weak and lost children/
Only a small following, half the generation's frostbitten.../

[VicValSwift]

A spirit of wisdom come to guide the weak and lost children/
Only a small following, half the generation's frostbitten.../

The cost written; the powers confiscated life
And the sun's burning with intense concentrated light
Violent winds disturb all the peaceful placid plains
And frosted rooftops are melted by acid rain
Passive pain induced when all the powers'll clash
Signaled by an eruption in a shower of ash..
An hour will pass while corpses turn rotten in the street
Our history erased and forgotten with the beat...

[therealkickass]

An hour will pass while corpses turn rotten in the street
Our history erased and forgotten with the beat...


But luckily for me the beat was heat/
So I never forgot it cuz it was on repeat/
Like when I TiVo the show when Al went to the nudity bar/
Got drunk with Bud and threw Marcy’s boss out of a car/
Or when Kelly entered into that bikini contest/
And her top was not able to cover her big breast/
I guess I do store a lot of randomness in my brain/
Like Comte De Dampierre is a damn good champagne/
And all the lessons from life that was learned/
Like never take something that you didn’t earn/
Or signal when switching lane or making turns/
And following your heart every time it has a yearn/
I even remember when Hal Jordan took on the Green Lantern Corps/
And Steve Rogers was a Secret Avenger at the hype of the Civil War/
Or how I felt the first time I read a comic book/
And the place it took me cuz immediately I was hook/

[Masao]

Or how I felt the first time I read a comic book/
And the place it took me cuz immediately I was hook

Hook, yo I'm bent on bomb bardin' this track
I assail with little fail, my mouth missles attack
Which computes to key-boardz, the Wordz(Bible) perfect
I'm definatly not perfect, I serve a God who is
And He's the reason why rap, I'm in rhythm with Him
I'm in rythm with Him like Chuck Smith and soul drummers
No need for rum runners I'm not that type a athlete
On a track meet, blazin' ductches with your coach
I'm runnin' till the end way past a roach, burn
I keep my soul lit, hot fire, stiff splif
Cliff...... I'm at the edge, movin' mountains
Fountains.. cry Acapulco hot sauce
When therealkickass spits class with class
I'm not a Catholic so I don't go to mass
This verse is like hail mary jumbled up gamble
Peace to Bboy.org, let the next one handle

[smashley]

Peace to Bboy.org, let the next one handle

Like a moth to a candle.. I'm enchanted/
will power's fragile, but the flames still avid/
Realization that the body's weaker/
Ideation that this is nothing but armor/
But the mind, it's on a different plane/
Biding the time till it deigns/
Gives in to the physical needs/
motives for what's underneath/

[therealkickass]

Gives in to the physical needs
motives for what's underneath


And what’s underneath my heart/
Is a part that’s lost from my start/
A fellow showman died and his image fried/
By a prideful media that lied so many times/
No matter how much I try to explain why/
People just deny and pass the truth by/
It makes me seriously furious how delirious people can get when defending a lie/
But I admit I’m curious of how much TV they consumed to get so mighty and high/
In 93 one of the mothers made some wolf cries/
But as it turn out she pulled the same shit on five other guys/
And in 05 in front of a jury of none of his peers/
The truth still was reviled and he persevered/
But for me it was sad to see his demeanor worsen/
And it’s hard to get over the fact that I’ll never see him in person/

Michael Jackson
RIP
1958-2009

[Anghellic]

But for me it was sad to see his demeanor worsen/
And it’s hard to get over the fact that I’ll never see him in person/


so I speak here with cursin, nursin the flow back,
till it's knee deep in Ouij-jees, Flow's wet likea squee-gee,
so oldschool like bee g's and kill s'mo raps like "hehe"
That's a giggle I laugh, like an eager winner to serve ya,
dinner poisoned with paint thinner, n meat cleavers ta hurt ya,
Watch a rival spray like a sprinkler,
My hits sting like bee's and Harry Winkler,
lil nicky, I smoke icky green pot till my lungs hurt,
If you brung dirt, toss it and check my girls purse,
Cali bomb mix em up with a bong, two blunts n im gone,
smoke like im cheech and im chong,
you see your reading this wrong,
easy to tell that im gone,
cause six gravity's mix and fix me gradually,
makin my way down from up actually is a masterpiece

[Voyce]

makin my way down from up actually is a masterpiece

Actually, I mastered keys, battles colder then some acti-freeze/
Cats are feelin' Apathy, losin' wars against a V, doin' so happily/
Practically, I act out the facts wit ease, kinda like Socrates/
I pop the frees, I rail more hoes then roads of Monopoly/
Livin' in hipcracy's, hip hop we see, smoke more green then a Poppy leaf/
Makin' cops go flee, awkwardly, makin' fruits rock with beets, from CAPPED LOCKED IN KEYS/