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Smoothly I dip fools like a muthafuckin loosie
Everyday I wake up, n roll me a fat doobie
Here's proof G, Dutch box with a thousand roaches
Light up like a candle when mad drama approaches
Frequently fuckin foxes cause I got equity
International businessmen, they writin fat checks to me
O.P., Watch me flow like the Hudson River
Player haters metabolize me through your yellow livers
Get sick, choke on dick, fuck off and die
Organic, while bubblegum fools ride sugar highs
 
Subliminal destructive forces from media penetrate society
O.P., represent five percent with mad propriety
Self-harm, fools be diggin into they forearms
Ism smoke cloud my mind but keep me warm
Critical mass, it be reached when I preach
I'm like a mad dog baby I can't fuck with no leash
Tie me down, try to drown me, straight up mug me
I slap chop fools, bodybag toys in Snuggies
Theoretically iron bullets supersede lyrical swords
But somehow I string together all the right words
Negative thoughts are slick, formless, hard to erase
Like liquid ink, mixed with DOT-3 racked from ACE
Hardware, I give self-hate a mental stare
Spin twice, jump, then vanish into thin air
Mighty mental mists of mace aimed at directionless
Peoples, leave evil leaders erectionless
 
DIS NIGGA DA TRUFF^^ see niggas was like u a 10% hell na 5% nation niggas n im eastern christian nigga
cypher
master
allah
ruler
 
Just quit while ur up, u cant hear what im sayin
My lips are moving while im blazin
She takin forever, i cant keep on waitin
Life dont wait for u, bein chased by satin
Number 1 contender in rap, me, keep ur faith in
Little piggys on skewers behind walls of gold
Im the big bad wolf and those pearly gates always hold
My lifes unfoldin, condemned to do wrong
Burn those disappointments in my zong
Born suburban, i've been losin but i think im gonna win
1 more toke and i'll be higher than i've eva been
Too many bitches to count in this life of sin
Drinkin more drank than a fish with a fin
Keep ur ears open and stay patient
B4 u know it, ima take this rap, and go ape shit
I know what ur gonna say b4 u say it
I aint inside of u, this aint no gay shit
If you say u know the truth i just have to aim it
Ten thousandths of a millisecond later, u are faceless
Playin baseball without the bases
You are the baseball and i am the aces
Outa the ball park and into the casino
Make a mil in 1 trip to reno
Follow the leader i dont have to lead though
Used to hear with ur eyes so i have to read slow
Take a bitch, what i call a free throw
Easy shots aint shootin a 3 pee oh(po)...eye-en-tee(int)
who are you? bitch, i am me
what the fuck did u think, Gee-Oh-Dee?
Stupid H-Oh, P-L E's
If u thought that was me, ur a disease
HAHA i am holy and i make u sneeze?
U must be drunk so gimme them keys
While ur at it gimme some of that brain
If u do any good i'll throw u in my hall of fame
Join up with icarly and ms kardashian
I bet u think she's young, but so am i
And i've been pimpin since the age of 5
Call this a wrap, i dont wanna have to try
To keep something goin that has made u cry
 
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Come try and stick for my riches,
And I'll leave homicide takin mad pictures
At the crime scene grinnin, smokin mad swishers
I don't fuck wit nines, son I got the .40 cal
Cause I got niggas runnin, drop em from a mile
That just be my style, I gotta kill these niggas now
Stackin up bodybags, another clip in the mag
Huntin' niggas like ya stags, and ya'll in season
Wavin' they red rags, that's just the reason
And this the exit door to yo life, you leavin'
Knock ya to tha floor, kick ya teeth in
Shoot ya in tha dome and leave ya bleedin
I pull the slide back, cause bodybags stack
Niggas fuck wit me yo vision fade to all black
Ain't afraid to react, my descision is to attack
Try to front kid and you get merked
Get done kid, wiped off tha earth
Try to run shit, get bullet holes in ya shirt
Leave ya whole hood, a sight like a playground
Where that nigga stood, white chalk all around
Fuck 5-0, in front of ya house bustin' mad rounds
They'll never know, leavin' shell casings on the ground
Murder weapon, finger prints, shit ain't never found
Way cops thought I was actin' my skin was brown
But that's just how we white boys get down
When you from the Beechview side of town
You niggas thinkin' bout home invasion,
best not cause it'll be ya life ya savin'
Test me bitch and its a dead caucasian
Yeah it's amazing, how dumb you niggas are
Breakin' in my crib nigga you ain't goin' far,
Unless I send yo ass up to live wit da stars,
Send you to the sky, talkin' bout make you die
So come and you niggas try to test me,
but come strapped with a bullet proof vest g
you motherfuckas gonn be victims murder in the first degree
 
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Outta Pocket said:
Subliminal destructive forces from media penetrate society
O.P., represent five percent with mad propriety
Self-harm, fools be diggin into they forearms
Ism smoke cloud my mind but keep me warm
Critical mass, it be reached when I preach
I'm like a mad dog baby I can't fuck with no leash
Tie me down, try to drown me, straight up mug me
I slap chop fools, bodybag toys in Snuggies
Theoretically iron bullets supersede lyrical swords
But somehow I string together all the right words
Negative thoughts are slick, formless, hard to erase
Like liquid ink, mixed with DOT-3 racked from ACE
Hardware, I give self-hate a mental stare
Spin twice, jump, then vanish into thin air
Mighty mental mists of mace aimed at directionless
Peoples, leave evil leaders erectionless
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^ props

(this from one of my tracks)
-I charge on this mic with superb skill
- i heard u got the word that im so ill
- They kno i can rap, i do laps on the track all day
- and if you dont believe, then check the stats hombre
- i be this spitting savage, way above average
- i burn on that kush aka the devils cabage
- the smoke aint cheap so you kno i got cash
- and dont get irash (irrational) when ur girl gets stuck in the ass
- well thats to bad i guess she digs a homie with doe
- and im just lookin for a hoe that can suck and blow ohh
- Never quit way too slick well known for hitten licks
- I rob any fool unless they kickit with my clique
- i grab that mac and go click clack and cock it back
- aim it at his cap cuz hes wack and i want that cadillac
- demize im well known holding it down for ohio
- and ima rep and stay high till the day that i die bro

http://www.supload.com/listen?s=1MOOxe
^ this the song, i got second verse..i produced the beat as well
____________________________________________
im like an orchestra
-compared to ur solo work
-ur just the bag man while im up front playin clerk
-ur the side of mash potatos im the beef on the plate
-im on top ur on bottom in the vegetate state
-u could say im king ur the expendable pawn
-listen up checkmate but this game goes on
 
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I like to rap before I take a nap, oh snap, I better take off and tap and tag my girl's ass
 
sometimes I fight the blues, other times I just face 'em
embrace 'em...shit, sometimes I even chase 'em
so I can get that feeling when I pick up the pen
analyzing past mistakes so I don't make 'em again
and I'm, back to the narrow path, the planet twirls
while I'm sittin around trying to understand this world
some cats ain't legit, they get, stuck in sin
I'll bring a mic to a gunfight, and fuckin win
mama raised a slick talker, spit the real story
but the fact is I had to practice to get the feel for it
my beginner niche is inner riches, where dollars are vices
knowledge is priceless, and I'm honestly twice as
nice on the mic device as those who follow advice
from outspoken fools with broken tools, but polished weapons
college lessons...did not affect my profession
hide the message in the essence, keep the rest of 'em guessin
like that.
 
I kick rhymes for the bold and shady
flow like golden gravy
I'll blow a stolen 80 and show an older lady
how to fuck like a champion, it can't be the luck
legs to the headboard, smear her vanity muck
got game, not fame
got brain, not sane
look back, not the same
a lot changed
yeah
everyday I hate it
everyday I love it
look up high as you can
I'm slightly above it
roll the fade up extra tight
ask satan for a light
heiroglyphic the walls of hell
graffiti when I write
I'm too ill
slay mics with true skill
try to penetrate my fortress
get your goo spilled
I do kill.
 
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Yo its verbal attack, on this sick fuckin' track
When you in my hood kid watch ya back
Won't be afraid to attack, lick ya for ya stack
My gat is full-size, ya weak .22 is compact
This is lyrical combat, and I just made contact
Cause niggas is killable, when I be hittin em with syllables
And these mags is fillable, .40 S&W up to the top
And when I buck you, you will drop
My flow is chronic, it never stops
Bombs is atomic, that I drops
Gunfire barrage, hittin' ya like a bitch's massage
You're a mirage, nothing but an illusion
Thought you could rap, source of your confusion
This was a fault, that I found amusing
Verbal assault, is what ya'll be accusing
Get educated, sit down and listen to my musings
My rhymes is clearly stated, my prices ain't inflated
I get it fo' cheap, like I said prices ain't steep
Yeah and I'm talkin' bout the price of weed
Gettin' paper, hustlin', that's how my crew be
We hold gats, and smoke blunts on city stairs
So you cats better become aware,
I'm a soldier and this is lyrical warfare
I be killin' the competition, my shots stay never missin'
And if ya listen, my rhymes stay never dissin'
Flowin' like my piss when forties got me pissin'
Start to front kid, you start glock kissin'
Guns clappin like thunder, niggas gettin put six feet under

Ayo son I got a PHD
In mothafuckin B and E
That's breaking and entering
My iron sights is centering
The deuce deuce right to ya skull
.22 round bouncin around in ya head like a ball
When I start buckin' I'll never stall
Put one in ya head for good measure
Then check ya pockets and claim my treasure
Trippin' in da bando, smokin' blunts with Lando
Makin' niggas dissapear like a magician,
Givin' a burial, I'm also the mortician
Murderin' punk ass niggas is my mission
When I pull a gat, its like multiple choice
Where the bullet goin, in you or yo boys
Yeah so motherfuckers best hear out my voice
You mothafuckas see my gold shinin'
I got tha fiends up in line and
I'm slangin' shit, up in vials
My name ain't in no police file
Niggas don't know my style
Cause you never fuckin' see me
I pass through ya hood like breeze g
Cause when slangin' gettin' money is easy
One word to sum it up, I make it steezy
So nigga come fuck wit my crew
You'll be fuckin' with .40 S&W
Wit' da forty glock, cause I be sellin rock
Ain't afraid to make a nigga drop, or kill a cop
Cause my money and rhyme flow, never stop
My pockets is never lean, cause there is always fiends
Ain't never gonna stop makin' cream
I leave mad niggas steamed,
when da cops put on the high beam
Cause I'm a ghost, that they never seen






combined some shit I had written down it fit
 
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Ason Unique said:
Come try and stick for my riches,
And I'll leave homicide takin mad pictures
At the crime scene grinnin, smokin mad swishers
I don't fuck wit nines, son I got the .40 cal
Cause I got niggas runnin, drop em from a mile
That just be my style, I gotta kill these niggas now
Stackin up bodybags, another clip in the mag
Huntin' niggas like ya stags, and ya'll in season
Wavin' they red rags, that's just the reason
And this the exit door to yo life, you leavin'
Knock ya to tha floor, kick ya teeth in
Shoot ya in tha dome and leave ya bleedin
I pull the slide back, cause bodybags stack
Niggas fuck wit me yo vision fade to all black
Ain't afraid to react, my descision is to attack
Try to front kid and you get merked
Get done kid, wiped off tha earth
Try to run shit, get bullet holes in ya shirt
Leave ya whole hood, a sight like a playground
Where that nigga stood, white chalk all around
Fuck 5-0, in front of ya house bustin' mad rounds
They'll never know, leavin' shell casings on the ground
Murder weapon, finger prints, shit ain't never found
Way cops thought I was actin' my skin was brown
But that's just how we white boys get down
When you from the Beechview side of town
You niggas thinkin' bout home invasion,
best not cause it'll be ya life ya savin'
Test me bitch and its a dead caucasian
Yeah it's amazing, how dumb you niggas are
Breakin' in my crib nigga you ain't goin' far,
Unless I send yo ass up to live wit da stars,
Send you to the sky, talkin' bout make you die
So come and you niggas try to test me,
but come strapped with a bullet proof vest g
you motherfuckas gonn be victims murder in the first degree
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word

OP - no

Ason you like AOTP?
 
Sometimes when I spit I feel like I can taste rhymes
And every now and then I feel love in a bassline
Game time, you know you cant front on this passion
We take things deep, while you're in the kiddie pool splashin'
Trappin, stackin'- pay attention to my fortunes
You gotta be jokin' if you think you rockin more than the
Original, mystical- thick roots of hip-hop
Stop lying to yourself, you know you feel it when the beat drops
When a real MC talks, it's like gospel out a microphone
In the zone I'm hopin that these fakes get their cover blown
To expose the egotistical bullshit that's like poison to our young ones
Promote drum tracks and spraypaint not hotheads with handguns
Cool calm rational but sometimes you gotta pay the bills
Through zip lock bag hustlin' and syllables
I won't pretend things are gravy but I say we rearrange this
So fuck ya attitude cause hip-hop can change shit
 
:!

flashy not fictitious, flow ridiculous
number one with a bullet, trigger finger tickelish
vote for change? please, they're suckin the same tit
life's a bitch, they skipped the foreplay and came quick
history repeating, time and time again
they're never gonna notice how it's never gonna end
forget how I be spellin it, find patterns in the elements
rage against machine, shoot holes in their intelligence
natural instincts to kill, one rhyme at a time
fuck that soft shit that you find in the mind
I like my fish raw, my money in dollar sacks
I speak that abstract but stand on solid facts
little black bombs with the mother fuckin fuse lit
flying thru your windows and you know you can't defuse shit
lose quick, when you're battlin' a champion
toppin' charts and crackin brackets that you can't be in
point a cannon at the devil, clean the mess that you be standin' in
so be polite and wipe your feet when steppin' in my mans-ion
 
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i wrote this to the song syllables by eminem ft kanye and 50

she said im so sexist,
he said im such a racist,
man i say in such an epic lyricist,
momz n teachers said i was a cynicist,
cant feel my shit like a nuclear physicist,
hop on the track n the beat hisses,
im to artist like a soda is to fizzes,
this is my masterpiece, i give art n she gives kisses,
all those nights... i gotta stop to reminisce,
i was just a man and then u became my misses,
u sparked my fire, n then u were my kindiling,
i became an 8 legged beast and got me spindling,
words together n makin metaphors and similes,
lets drive off into the sunset and head to sicily,
im an italian boy and your my morning lily.
im not some nigga from harlem or philly,
i came from a suburban neighborhood,
be my dame so i can start my knighthood,
ill take my excaliber n chop some wood... n make us a cabin,
turn you into my m.rs. ye thats an acronym,,
if i can have u forever i'll cut off a limb,
i aint goin out on a whim,
ur just worth more than my two cents,
i'd buy you for any expense: a million dollars n 6 pence,
u can have my heart, aint no false pretence,
if you break it ill make sense of your nonsense,
and turn this world into an intense suspence-horror movie,
the casualties will be far more immense than nam,
and after the storm has calmed,
ill still take you back cause i love u more than my mom
 
I hear a lot of wannabe G's thats rapping about killing
Come cook up with me you won't last in the kitchen
Cause I turn up the heat and spit fire at yo testicles
Burn your balls so bad your kids'll be born as vegetables
Im the incredible cheddar slicer, I'll rip your cheese to shreds
Then I'll tie your dreads to a cop car and call the feds
See you flying round the corner like a cat on speed
Laugh my ass off while I spunk on your mother's knees
I got an army of bees, that I keep in my cellar
And I ride em to battle, like a fucking guerilla
Punch you in the ass so hard that I gave you cancer
From the free radicals I make with my high velocity blaster
 
i ain't read this shit,
it ain't real talk!
all squawk!
onomatopoetic
that's how i get it!
 
How about someone post a beat, then people rap over it? You can type whatever shit out you like, but if no one can hear the beat they don't know how nice it'll sound.
 
I just wrote this all baked off of a certain lil substance:

One day I decided all outta da blue,
I’m pick up the mic, and it’s all brand new,
My homie way back we was sluggin some brew;
“man you got some fly rhymes” Man I got 2c-b-fly too,
So I started out cool, straight chillen In my denim
Chillen with my women, getting all up in it
But one fucking day I got tired uh that shit,
Smoked a cig and got lit
Inspiration came quick
So uh, ahooh ahooh, I blew up like Atomic;
Slow flow supernova implosion till I vomit
I committed to the game but I’m all up on it
Hotter than a comet, but still I’m feellin fizzy
Straight spinning till I’m hurlin getting dizzy,
back in those days, you can call it a phase
but I was getting blazed watching Steve Irwin get Tazed by Sting Rays…
but uhh
Yeah main, Lots of drunken reproduction,
Getting accustomed to disruption,
I need no re-introduction, -
I Started puffin Huffman (Mayne’s you know how it been)
Lookin’ Back on the year, shit, 2010
So I -
Ended my luncheon, Ham and turkey, extra onion
Breath smellin’ like a dungeon, I was feeling pretty cunnin
I was,;
Drivin’ straight fried of off 18 if you know what I mean
Then my phone went ring,
So I-
Multitasked,
Baked off my ass,
Burnt s’more fake grass and proceeded to crash.
Sheeit,
Woke up the next morning not feeling so nice,
Popped open a red stripe,
microwaved my thai cuisine with a side of brown rice
and i
assessed the damage to my Honda quite a view
lit up a stoag or two, continued sipping brew,
you know the ush;
the usual routine,
Although I never pop beans I wasn’t feelin’ too lean.
Ahoo. Excuse my pretenses,
Popped out the contact lenses and from there I lost my senses.

Damn, Quite a trip it’s all been,
I rode the road to the top and then once again;
hmm
I never seem to win
but uh, shit. shit ain’t nice,
And by the statement above I mean you ain’t get twice.
Spice.
Maybe a modest proposal is in order,
Never give the man you’re quarter till you’re sure you got your order
 
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