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Tall Ass Tails
I'm a tall tale, white wale, Shakespeare, J Brashear ,
Rifle Excitement
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“RIFLE EXCITEMENT”
#8 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
The day I found the gun
I held it in my hand
gripped so tight till my
fingers lost their tan
held it kept it close
carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a
teen with a beiber poster
never wanna let it go even
when I showed the bros
Next to me when i ate,
buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my
guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet
marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete
,
my side kick prosthetic
limb my piece protects and also
so my arms forever
free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece
My rifle super righteous
mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's
Tennising
TENNISING
(Basic by RAZ-PRO)
leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past
I was a high class michigander tennis team champ
A country club racquet team private practice year round machine
nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing
Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons
When that that damn ball hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence
where games end fast cause of that champion named
Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding
foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz
play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash
punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast
the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch
is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty
aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing
what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing
cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball
and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance
before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel
torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know
s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip,
when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -
the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way
boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending?
nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows
of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch
from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss
kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,
the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch
watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch
when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in
but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air
and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me
from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three
but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time
modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity
and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer
with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever
US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!
shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme
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COVID 19
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"PanDamIcky Sick World"
#11 Thematic, Raddest Baddest
Coronavirus, it's global crisis
Its inside us all around us spreading like wildfireSanitize and stay inside were all fearing for our lives
As the death toll rises, thousands more hospitalized
Worldwide, this quick killing influenza in disguise
Is terrifying, it could be humankinds demise
It's coming after every one of every shape and size
Covid 19 - hide your husbands, hide your wives
This deadly pandemic has the public in a panic
Health clinics are crammed to the max..
Half the masses lack access to tests
No one is safe you cannot even vaccinate
It can incubate for weeks before Corona seals your fate
For Gods sake, the NBA got cancelled,
Schools, too and most public places
So, Stock up on food, supplies, and meds... whatever you can find
All of Italy is in quarantine, and so are the cruislines
Corona virus of 2020 , were about to lose our minds
Covid 19, hide ya husbands, hide ya wives
Screened breathing depleted speaking
Tresses of Trayvon
Listen To Tresses of Trayvon On Soundcloud
TRESSES OF TRAYVON
but thats only cause my hair ain't dry yet,
still got another hour till this thang can come alive,
my mane is getting done but under a hood its hidden,
Cause these silky strans just need love and weather protection,
it takes finesse to get my messy mop of frizz snarl free and a lot of time to tame my do of ringlet wannabes,
if you wonder what lurks its my beast getting worked,
but I was fixing for a cigarillo so I grabbed my purse,
took a stroll to the corner store,
what up to the clerk, at first he thought the worst, n had to take a second look,
like I was maybe gonna rob him but I was
He didnt know about the half done job under the cloth,
little did he know I was primping just before,
Wasn't trying to run into anybody that I know,
I mean I'm surely super fresh but I was dressed in ugly sweats,
But on my way home, well, little did I know,
About the man who sat in the window,
between blinds spying on me,
But I'm as innocent and as infant,
As he gripped his glock,
My happy ass just kept walking down the sidewalk
cause nobody else be up for nothin
Zimmerman, and his racist sentiment,
Couldn't tell a homebound brown skinned kid from a criminal convict.
The Dope Crew
“THE DOPE CREW”
#14 Thus Spake Ill
and as they sleep in ditches I like to trick the little pricks
I'm the liquor that they mix im the poison im the fix
the blast the mish mash the red the blue the black
All our families r getting distant cause were fightin for our caskets
My dudes run hard but i fasten tact upon they ass but
when my band of irrational maggots in a jam
they be asking where Im at cause im nasty on the track
on the grind each mind I come across I do inflict cause this chick's spit's like so legitimate
it's so delicious it's a shame for you to miss, the kids in my audience need doctor visits, the speakers need bleach when I leak my inner thinks,
I Spike souls of hollow drones and imprison organisms with my visions cause my mission is collision into schism
Im the pitch the fork the poise who plays destroy
I toy so coy, guided by a blind surmise, abide by tendencies to wreck the the vine the ups the spine
Till we finally arrive back in time for we deny
Welcome to my dome come along and take a ride
im an endless magazine of slugs, a myriad of lies
In the land without a buoy we dont bob from side to side
we deep we slip we sink we shoot the shit to keep us right
Run away says my craze but my blunt mind says sit tight
Navigate through the maze murder time live praise
I crave a taste of brave I'm the cool from out the cave
I'm the kiss on rotting flesh cause I'm in this thing to save
your a little turned off so away with all your thoughts
listen to my beats as I drown you in the trough
take away your long face ill jump inside your lonely heart
My dark cannot be contained bumpy route is where Im bound
I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little nark
Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start
I hop and skip like pulses I stay poise never tarnished
death wishes bleed like bitches pinned under hills like fishes
I aim for prizes in the valley i'm the sniper righteous
like bukkake crime crews my archery your demise
i advise you keep your eyes diverted from this spectacular sight
kick your will my way i crop it n testafy it
fumble you like a crumb toss your toes n tar them
Im amanda kellah hamlin made to end all of your fun
The past held me down delayed my ballet for hours
every now and then my nervous posture took me south
My mind spun entirely around , I fired off my Five Deez
In my mind like a samurai im a truely blesed emcee
You showed me G-code I held tight my cross sticks
in slow motion you get owned by sticky tricks
The next side winder just another sleeze, i stab it
Im the cage after ribs Im going straight for all the calfs
Get it Fight Kick it stick with lyrics super thick
In fear some insist keep it tight but i resist
you cant subdue me but im truest in the crew
I abuse the right to sleep I accuse the pews
While im strapped embedded locked in a Tabernacle
A fox no den a crock of hungry wolves in zen\
My eyes say quiet time while my blue work on the lines
I apply the vibe and take the ride across the endless sky
My trails weave in and outta flimsy ties
my chemisist decides who shalll live and who will die
I fade in and out but i was made to get it out
I shout I rap Ill trap you Ill attack
But never willl I tell you all about the way back
When suicidal losers wanna get that little thing they lack
I lay down the facts and hang them upon the rack
I used to lose it cause this monkey's on my back
Now hes my main criptic passenger im glad to have him stacked
Shit gets risky quick when fools wanna roast my mind
like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll get you right
Never slay but rule of thimble kinda nice
Im a doll, son of a biscuit, coppin' dice
Roll the glock over top it off cause im outta sight
My clique got caught rockin me from under spots
like a bob cat walkin modeled me cause im so nice
Love this shit to pieces but im bleeding out my christ
drippin on your gown red blood from my mic
Fit The Mold
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“FIT THE MOLD”
#13 Thus Spake Ill
You think im out my zone cause i dont
really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow
ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make Members of the audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn, my stubborn cunt's sure just
me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided
Tryna Be A Man Da
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“Tryna Be A Man Da”
#12 Thus Spake Ill
Can I get an A for this dude trying to be a man
Da thats me can you keep up with these stanzas?
Ego straight bitch, I hugged myself into da
clink got me poppin what they say black my lashes up a bit cause im back full
attack this time brought my pack of cigs cause i aint no princess biznotch for
the kids said my piece bout the neck now im reping where im at cause im underground
for good but im sticking with the facts
Im a chick weak clique but im straped with
rhymes for miles
I was raised in the burbs, hip hop brought me
smiles
took me out the picket fence, ima henchmen on
the bend
cause I call my daddy Wu when I feel i gotta
vent
Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm
spent,
Sent on a death dash every fool who on the set
Wanna talk lead shower but they flows go sour
Cause beyond the surface top live a girl who got
power
So heres your princess, simply distresslesss
You can shake me poke me rape me but I never
will confess,Cause this chick god blessed with a love for mental festering,One
day ill caress all you heads with messy things
Cause yeah I'm kinda goth with a buttress fully
stocked,
While im strapped embedded locked in a
Tabernacle box
Like a fox in a den except im hungry for the
shocks
Take me out rent me PLEASE I got the pussy
chicken pox
Wanna hop and skip your pulses make you ask ya
dude what?
Cause I Love this shit to pieces but not sure if
you inoculated, yet, if you crew, if you hear with one or two, can you
recognize game if I’m rocking me some blues?
Can’t subdue my endless chew out of these
rappers in the stew cause I got a lot of flavor you can call me bouillon cube,
NET worth: Lambourghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini,
My torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini,
I fade in and out but i was made to get it out
I shout I rap Ill trap you and believe me Ill
attack
After taking out your ribs im going straight for
the calf,
One day this ill I got’ll spat upon the track,
but for now I keep on cackling’ cause you still think Its an act
I used to lose it get confused when emcees spew
clever cues,
Now im the same way I stick em just right where
I choose
Im amanda kellah Hamlin, sent to end the damn
parade
Here to set your float ablaze, Ill ruin
anybody’s day
I’m a sinner please forgive me but my niche just
needs a fix,
My pseudo-afro pick tell you I somewhat give a
shit
I crave a taste of brave I'm the cool from out the
cave
I'm a kiss on killahs graves guess how I praise
the ones who ain’t been laid
your a little turned away so off with all your
thoughts
I’m a little sharp spark pluggin straight into
ya heart
I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little
nark
Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start
My death wish bleeds like a bitch does from her
knees
I never tease but damn how I can keep sleezes
like a Super righteous sniper I bukkake by my Mic-holds, check my prose, then
repeat, you swear to god how I disclose
In my mind like a samurai im a truely blesed
emcee
You showed me code I held on tight through the
doom and out the free,
Still rock in slow motion you get owned by my
sticky tricks
The next side winder up dominatrix
Shit gets risky when fools wanna roast my mind
like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll
get you right
Never slay but rule of thimble kinda nice
You ain't a head until you got mad plights
trying to blind ya this hip hop plight like demons feeding mice
provide flows by rhyme alone without
context get you toast! If my tongues kinda tied ill la la la till the pen dies
but when I’m outta tries, its t9ime to recognize.
But never do I fade out; I keep it on
track,
I puff I pass to you be from my soul and not my
ass
Because I’m a little spacey while the rest are
kind janky,
I expect your ass to thank me from tid-bits from
my compilation,
Smoke cigs in front of your kid, Pompous my main
gig,
I trump your game in skill but speed remains
with those who stick with it,
I ride it out I write it down I’m forever
underground
Ima pass on dthis, said I when I shoulda wowed
brass tax straight up this shade of pink ain’t
tough
from this side of the court I rep the spot but
you all are stuck, I'm a HUE-man, a white whore wit some poise, I swat at
your flies for your cause my arms my only toy I chase beat shoot the shit and
claim crime be on the rise just cause I can’t see nobody smiling wide outside
my lion pride
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