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instead of T.V...perhaps?

Uh.

Please be careful Mr. Emcee
I’ll knock that chip off your shoulder
When I blow past you like the breeze
And stir blank pages from your folder
stifle laughter as I pass ya
leave you choking on the odor
of the trees I sometimes breathe
damn, I thought it made me slower
I was wrong it makes me colder
snowy Japanese-mountain tops peak
in my mind when I rhyme sober
though when high I often find
satellites orbiting my aura
either way I write for me
to exercise my soul- uh
not to demonstrate the need to speak
and shit out the same hole-uh
oh well, now it’s over
time to load up
Unreal tournament 2003
And give this ‘L’ another pull-uh

uh.


Uh.
(edited to add extra Uh.):|
 
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god damn, vocab sounds a bit manic, man

making excuses, for all the rhyme battles that he loses

keep on smoking those trees just as fast as you can

history chooses, and it doesn't keep score on trees smoked
or floozies
screwed with

get ready for the new shit
watch closely,
and i'll show you how i brew this

i'll drop it outside your door wrapped in plain brown paper
hope you don't mistake it for your subscription to "Gay Ass Raper"

ya gay ass rapper, ya keep your rhymes in a trapper keeper
and if your boyfriend act up, i'm liable to meryl streep her

meryl streep her, now that's as funny as that water damaged beeper
that you carry around trying to impress your sunday school teacher
i'll tell you how to reach her,
from behind
cause that's exactly how i had her screaming like a horror feature.

what?

what?

J-Witty got a big ole butt

what?

what?

J-Witty got a big ole butt

seemore

[edited for one more round of the big butts%) ]
 
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Hiya!

(edited to shake big ol butt)
*shakes big ol butt


This verse has been birthed for Selection-ill-literacy –
I have no need to make excuses - no shame in these ill litanies
Whether I smoke-climb-spit rhymes or swing from vines in trees
You are on the ground beneath staring up in awe at me
You couldn’t reach me standing on Merriam-Webster’s shoulders
I’ll write wings from my back shitting rhymes as fly over
That’s right, shitting big ol rhymes from my big ol butt
Seemore duck for cover before you end up covered in this cut

As for the gay porn, well, I am guilty as charged
Ask seemore about my riding crop and how he used to call me “sarge” (winks and blows seemore a kiss)
Or how I’d strap a saddle to his back and ride him to North Campus Video
To get the new issue of “Horse Trade” and a pair of surgical-steel-spurs

Hiya! Hiya!

Alright I feel the need to pull this thread back
from the foul direction that its headed
Before we start rhyming about small Asian boys
Chained up in our basements
You know it will happen…

Hiya!
 
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blahh blahh blizzity, my brain's fried frizzity
I can't find reply so I post willnizzity
I'm here ya see, ta rip off your note pad
your puddle ic shit get's jumped to the lyr cad
ehhgory, my story, is ended, and sended
to the battle post to be critically defended

if this rap was like fame, it was short like Chuck Norris, but one can't compare when the box ain't in force

JTG
 
its about time my friend jimmy the gun that you come in and join us
like the sun, shine on us those words you enforce
its cool now lets begin
i always knew that this shit will never end
so you had plenty of time really
to get your ass in here and thrill me
with your rhymes or whatever you wanna call it
the shit that makes us all feel a bit more with-it
not with-it like cool, more like together
like we can handle just about whatever
cause we have this outlet to get all of this shit
out of our heads
and if were the only ones who listen oh well fuckem then
cause we are the strong who survive by our rhymes
when the world is shelling out such uncertain times
im glad i found this place where my pretty face means nothing
but something that means everything is the brain that is spilling

:):):)
thanks again seemore this is therapy
 
dear nephil,
it is my pleasure.
anything i can do to help you weather
these trying times
by trying rhymes out
on this mind route
of peace and prosperity
this ain't pain, it's hilarity
you can count on me
where ever i be
is never too far away,
you see.-more
 
You've been warned
This is merely the calm before the storm
Fuck with me and like a hive of bees I will swarm
On you and your crew, your whole operation
Anticipation ensures I'll never fall victim to hesitation
I hit a blunt as I'm still twistin' one
Pass me a bong while I'm still hittin' one
This is the life I live, fuck a jail bid
We got beef? You better watch your wife and kid
Run in your home, burner to dome, you know what I came for
Tell me now or entrails will be left all on the damn floor
You're not hardcore, you love my raps you gotta want more
I do plenty of work like hustlers on the first
I make crowds of emcees disperse when my mouthpiece bursts
Fuck the war in Iraq
I'm after you, so watch ya back and pack a gat and a bat
Undefeated, because I always come heated
Please believe it
"When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus."
 
I clutch my gun, as I bust my gun
Shooting at nothing, I do this shit for fun
You may think I'm violent or crazy, but fuck it the world made me
This way, and it's how I'll stay until my last day
I've warned you before, my rhyme style isn't for play
A heathen, I've seen it, I'll die squeezin' not screamin'
Soulless, so fuck it I'm already dead but still breathin'
Going against the grain like wearing flip flops in the rain
Despite the pain inflicted on my brain I remain
Smooth shit, you love it when you're groovin'
I step up to the mic, say my piece and keep it movin'
Inside my head, analyze my thoughts plus the advice others have said
Don't blame me for the way that I am, I'm street bred
Roll one up and take a drag, scribble with my pen on my pad
Put the weed smoke down 'cause too much can make my brain lag
And that's not needed
Even when I'm weeded my raps are still heated
Foes get defeated when my thought process is speeded
Not drug induced, the number of bars you spit should be reduced
I'm The Ruler like Slick Rick, so why call a truce?
 
through muthafuckas like you, sent to assasinate, i sit and wait
i know you think you're great but man, you showed up way too late
it's real easy to slip in through the back door, grinning
with a blunt between your lips, a puffy jacket and a record crate
but hold up...wait. a. minute.
i want to make sure you understand this villian,
the one you think ya goin ta be killin
ha, really? i'm sorry, i'm just not feelin it.
Whiteboy, is it?
or rather Mr. Macho, sellin nachos at Don Pablos
in the future,
facts like that,
you might want to do your best to hide those
like moonlighting at the shoe store,
"Hey Average Whiteboy, I can size those.
Why don't you go take your break, you better be back at five tho."
Oh No! your secrets out, but please try not to feel bad.
we need more people willing to take a full on verbal attack.

tag, you're it


seemore
 
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that came across a little crass, but what did you expecta
this ain't a mechanized 1-2 microphone checka
mc wrewcka, i swing like spiderman without the tights
nyg nyg this is roscoe p coltrane and i got these mc's in my sights
what a plight, best make an exodus
before i make a mess of yuz
i flex and buzz
i celebrate a festivas for the rest of us
can't get next to us
vocab and seemore speak in stanzas, cuz.
i gotta split. why? because,
i believe this rome is made of dust

seemore
 
fear the gun

the hip pop stops, right here on the dot.
one day I ate sheeze now hear it go plop
yo, I’m on top, like a Mormon missionary
gettin married to a teen queen scripture dictionary
shit’s scary, yo I’ll break-it down by the numbers
26 and 16, is cool if you fuck her
more num-bers? how bout 18 for some hand guns
but you’ll go to jail if your dicken a man’s buns
yeah I’m from Utah and no I’m not a Mormon
just stoned up on a salty lake with powpow when its stormin
yo, there is, some, ammo for the take up
where’s the little challenge in your weakly worded wake up
to the fact that you ain’t black with out a lot of makeup
now I'm on like I'm James Bond ready for the shake up
if you were a paste you’d be the bloody blow snot
if I were a steak I’d be the prime ro-bot
if I were a taste I’d be the chocolate ganj smoke
since you're a mistake your the cum cleaned at the porno
put in a turkey baste cause your moma causes flop
baste up her face like an ace infected dope shot
ohh no, disrupt the flow, I gotta go, ya know

peass
 
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Hold up SelectionIll and think about what you're doin'
I'm impossible to beat, because I flow smooth like fluid
You wanna come with lame insults in the rhyme cypher?
Punk, I was battling emcees while you were runnin' around in diapers
In fact, you probably still drink Similac, your whole rhyme style is wack
Don't try to come back on the attack or get smacked
Across the face, with my nutsack
Yep, I'm a nasty ass like that
But I get serious when you diss my raps
For you there's no hope
I pause to take tokes of smoke
Kid, you couldn't see me with a telescope, I'm just that dope
I'm not quite done yet, so don't fret and don't get scared
Whoever you are I don't care, probably just a square from Delaware
My raps are vile, switch your whole profile
My freestyle knocks you on your ass like a sonic boom from Guile
I'm like a suicide bomber 'cause I'm about to blow up
Mouthpiece is hot like a volcano when it erupts
I've already won the battle, so next time bitch don't show up
 
how sweet, now i've got mc's warning me
that my rhyme scheme might not be
all it's cracked up to be
well, we'll see
if the flames that spread from my mouth can be contained
in a fifty-five gallon drum in your outhouse of pain
daaaamn
i get raw like sushi
now i bet you want to change
the way you spoke to me
see
it's funny
cause your repeating the same shit
i wrote
a month ago
to quiet some other mc
aw gee
i'll let you regroup
while i count your girlfriends money.

i didn't realize this was a battle until just a moment ago
so
now i'll be sure to bring the fatted calf
to the rodeo
with more gusto

in the future
i think that'll do ya.

seemore
i never knew ya
 
instead of tv today I think I'll be the illest
iller than a sec tion whiter than the reallist
better feel this, or you better step off fools
like a buddhist monk I'm here ta enlight you
cause the meaning of my metaphores are physical in nature
my Buddhist gown and Christian crown expound I am the maker
my rhymes are sound, your mind they pound, so I'll stop wastin paper

JTG
 
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I've been watching y'all closely- now- and for a while/ now this shit's getting vile/ where's the uplifting style- of likened in-di-vi-du-als/ sharing daily rit-u-als/ of stylin' rhyming in timing with your LIFE!

rise above the needless renditions of fucking yo'momma in the
back and rhyme in time to your soul's goal of instantaneous
love-smack
-yep, that's-a-mouth-ful-to-say-the-least
BUT!
Be humble and let the truth roll from the soul to the tongue and out the door
and-then-some-more/ To the depths of the sea and the snow topped hills to the depth of me as the universe wills/ You and I are one and the same from the molecular emptiness
that occupies me to the mattered universe and the spaces
in-between
We-are-the-same.

Om.
 
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you know

ive taken some time to sit back and watch this show
lately, not feeling any words that flow
within me
i feel kinda blank, a little bland lately
maybe
i need somebody to come inspire me
give me some emotion, some inner turmoil
get my blood to boil my brain to unravel
im spitting gravel in your ear my flow lacks dimension
go get the shovel and dig me out of this pit of tension

blah
 
ok
let's talk about space and time.
mine's getting thin at the edges
the walls
in the hallway
are losing their dimensions
and i wonder
if i should spend my time
talking about the loves i find
or love the one i've found

all the art i used to love
is hazy, now
lost on the white walls that hang them.
i'm not one for complaining
but, it seems like all i do, anymore.

so, i'm sorry, if my bitterness
has ruined something beautiful
but lifes not always pleasant
and i'm not one for silence.
at least not for long.

seemore
 
boy oh boy
even that didn't seem to come out right
more whining and trite bitterness
yes?
i didn't mean for it to sound like that at all
you see
i've been trying to keep a strong exterior
through a rough patch asphalt i've been skidding on
and you're right.
it would be better for everyone if i wrote what i know
instead of tossing verbal hand grenades
into threads.

seemore
 
Oh, seemore
I see that more of you is coming through true.
-True?

Write whatever it is that you see fit.

But you know as well as I do
that there's an infinite possibility
to be all that's inside of you
- - -hidden away past the dark
exterior of how others see you.
---And me.

The optimism in what I write is an alter ego
of the one that goes through the motions
day- by- day in this ill-usion
where I feel no e-mo-tion.

And, just so you know that I know
that life is what it is-
It's dirty and gritty
painful and sick -en-ing.

And, just so you know that I know
that life is what it is-
It's amazing, a mystery
and ecstatically orgasmic.

Keep your chin up Mr. Ill one
and write what you know
-be it sinful, indelible, delectable, infectable-
or just plain -full of _ _ _ _.




=D
 
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