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

 

Mc Sneakin' Snacks

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"MC SNEAKIN' SNACKS"

#1 Reign of Meh

 It's mc  sneakin snacks, in your kitchen after hours snatchin crumbs up off your counters battle raccoons for the scraps

you leftovers aint got a chance, cause without warning, i'm enjoying all 5 courses while you snoring

Your microwave i be employing 

And packed lunch im destroying

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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Olive Food So Much - A Rhyme With Friend Melissa

Olive food so much

My bean stalks be raisin up

Yo gurtrude! Throw a quarter on the scale

Ill take every flavor you sell

You see I ache for nutrients

I lose my vibe without my fiber

Which certainly does not promote my health or my style

My flavanoids are overjoyed whenever I indulge 

My recipes light the dull with secrets to fight the bulge

Lettuce drink to health and spice and serving meals with laughter

Pass the ginger, never miss the morning breakfast specials

Born outta the oven, my meals reflect my craft skills

Im like a scientist concocting ratios for real 

creating pears and apples 

cooking crap together till its a meal

Not I know you gotta lunch box,

so open it up and share, i heard you mom hooks it up

ain't no crust because she cares

Philly Steak Penn Station

 PENN STATION - Philly Steak

gonna get a philly steak on my lunch break at the penn station down the street it be great gonna fill my tummy up with allot good stuff, east coast hot subs, thick fries fresh cut, just can't get enough, this grub yum yum, call a buddy up, tell him meet you in the parking lot, 1'clock cause its time that you rock this number one sella, yeah its got the props people flock to this spot telling us they want it hot, we be pushing buns through the grill non-stop, no joke no coke we got pepsi products in stock, the only lines we got go down to the next block, babies, moms, grandpops, don't matter - they stuffed, any time of day, in and out quick enough, philly steak to the face any gender age or race, we be serving up great taste all day, penn station be the place, got dough give and take, saying thanks 4 the business growth a steady rate, get praise get fresh get sandwich in your hand fast, get fed, get full, give ya buds better subs than before cause our breads got the score and we get checks done more satisfaction in store mark my word PENN Station right on, lets smash a little more

Grammar Day In Effect

 GRAMMAR DAY IN AFFECT

Gotta know your grammar if you wanna write a stantza

Apostrophes please, when you're showing whose it beez

Or stick it in like a key where letters used to be

Its accentuating so we read the in the voice narrating

So Tell me which goes where and when

Well the rule has always been

If casting spells the H is dropped, cause witches got their lessons taught

Not from books but from warlocks, so they’re left out Heavens lock,

But the other spelling is not a curse, the H is replaced

This time to indicate that another option were the case

Choosing which is best, be a witch like from the westalso easter,

Its isn't math so grab your pen, learn these rules, i know you can,

Now lets explore deeper now: bout the colon

well its kreeps in after sentence incompletion

Fore what follows these two dots are more than happy faces thoughts

what belongs there, after all, a list or an assist

Like if a question were implied, a colon says: Get this!

A reply if the predicate clause left paws,

Not a comma, that be another grammar law,

Apostrophe on top but fallen down, a breathing spot,

Sure the comma's full of drama I cant wait to tell you bout iut

Because you kids might've forgot, we'll put back one of the dots

Grammar takes two eyes to see this semi-colon and where its tucked

To keep your sentences safe from a running on

The semi-colon breaks it up, Now 2 parts can get it done,

Suppose the first clause forgot its bra and needed support

The second clause then will need no direct object to sport,

First clause is the cause, the Second clause states effect,

To keep your readers right on track, the semi-colon must erect

You think that grammar is complex, but really its the thoughts expressed,

Even With a lexicon you're nothing much without syntax,,

If emphasis cannot be fed your readers starving for  some sense

carve some class out of your pen with proper grammar, friends

If you made the punch and got a full sentence construct,

Don't just stop abrupt without punctuation stuff, punk

My hunch is that u need a dot, or period, as such,

That’s for the regular ones, many are not

But if the sound is extra loud, an exclamation point bound

When three dots end it off, an ellipse is what you got…

Now your dont have to even finish what you though

Uncertainty is sure to be a lot of what you got

Rouunded sign above a dot, a question marks the spot

Ask a reader, hit me back, reflect upon a thought,

without this mark your readers won't know who what where when or how it was you sought

Ask me how to spell? cause Words sounds dont always tell

Puzzled by two ways trouble three can make you crumble down

Grammar cookin' in the pot got the rules u need in stock

Join the huddle listen up and learn whatever you forgotr

Who dat in the kitchen? NAH its with WHOM am I speaking?

He or she, both need to eat but whomever will do the dishes?

The former or the latter? Well you thought it didn't matter,

I don't wanna repeat so i stick these dummies in for each

Referencing the nouns and replacing them with freaky sounds

Former always first and the ladder afterwards,

Not another curse, just a lesson in order here at Grammar school.

Detroit Lines

Wack MC's talking about they want to breed as there scratching off there fleas deep in the Detroit era circa 99 about a decade after America's worst crime y2k make it 3 hate hate when the train came late all the city came to hate Henry Ford first worst mistake when the jeeps Lex coups beamers all got bent out of shape Motown came down with a rattle and a shake each screech heard deep beneath each one of the great lakes, left rubble so deep and greasy the lakes wouldn't even freeze , every other street got sheets of metal hidden in the streets, shrapnel hit the x upon the head with more than lead, my generation metal heads got rings around our necks and legs acrobatic we hadda leave the rest behind cause they were chained to mile 8 soon the Dilla beats left a soul bellowing from beneath, The assembly line chants and hand jive 9 to 5 men, couldn't do shit else cause they needed Clive and Melvin and the guys, they needed the line so their hearts could keep the time. As the boom boom grew and the fire coal and chug em down Old E 40 ounces NOTHER ROUND yea as the Trains were like wait we can do this shit all day, But NAH, the labor rang we gotta get the bling gotta ride we gotta show our pretty wives a good time that shine that shine that hunk of heavy rusty guzzlin' token of Jefferson level kind of rising butit wasnt just the grand rapids and the pontiac kids, it was SPRAWL it was DUBS it was fleets of chinky cheap ass dust, indust, Real, REAL TALK, what the fuck, why do the Lions suck? youd think theyd be running hard, but Pistons Tourque enough - Slim shady paved the way so caucasions could spray like Dre, but It was DILLA who made funky beats that make your teeth make a mean muggin like you bout to ejaculate, Woodward ave to telegraph and back, the Dream Cruise anthem got overshodowed and surpassed by Philly soul and billy joel, My Girl was all D had, the last of grannys cash gambled at the windsor black jack, all the city's Cadillacs had to skurrt they way across champlain so they could get the rubber wheels upon they axis from the ak-rowdy sleezy hoodlums from the south, the CLeveland baby cousins who had black tar in they mouths, they gladly left their mark as part of the Motor citiys Car's mark upon our hearts, but NOBODY ever gona know about just how many dogs were squatting around, how the buildings were worn down it was deplorable, it was porn, it was the birth of scorn tourism, the law called it voyeurism, like u peepin tom or pedo creepy uncle John, no photos were permitted to be printed for the nation's image be riddled with unsavory hidden legends forbidden, so soon the plymouth the village the ann arbor kids got the whiff, got the shrapnel stuck in thier skin, got the itch for the fire, they came to rival teams in pig skin tackle football leagues , with lions and tigers and spartans and engine parts the only thing left was a rabid beast no one else would ever wanna be, they didnt want clean they want rabid and MEAN they want Ugly, obscene, a scavenger a thief, Not a real killa just a leftover feind, a leech, the laughing hyena's cousin, the Wolverine. Just perfect ain't nobody gonna see how we really be.... Go Blue, U of M be crazy they hatin the state school and OSU, they So SICK from the water in flint they look greenish and Maize yes thats it, they Praise the HATE fuck the game, its not compete is defeat! Its hail to the victors fuck the captains or the trainers, The Go Blue tune makes the KKK sound cute. The Great Lakes protect the rest from the spite from the big blue's festering distressing expletitive relationships be REAL , and STAY TRUE, but any one who know they ass from thier elbow or shoe..... This Is The Way, and deep in the Mitt, the michigan fist hand will always bleed rust flakes falling from the frame of a ol Model T, like arrows peirced from chippewa archery teams. the ottawa tribal cries echo like lullabies as future steel workers are born on the floors of the unwed mothers stuck to rot in the Strait, the big D the only place, my Royal Oak roots shall forever remain.