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

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“Detroit Lines”

#17 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

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

Tresses of Trayvon

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 TRESSES OF TRAYVON

You see me in my hood,
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 

working on my bob
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,

My tangled head prevented me from presenting all my best,
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 you see me walking by and instantly I'm outta line cause its night time the moon is up and I be out so I guess I must be getting into something cuz nobody else be up for nothing at this time a night the only Stirring up be troubling

you're wondering what kinda laws that i'm defying and my long leg strides tell you I'm running from a crime, 

so what u some street team justice league master

neighborhood watch leader ? crime stoppin' thug blaster?

All-seeing cross-guard n' side-walk referee

Armchair window peeper, after hour peace keeper?

On the lookout for hoodlums in hoods who be up to no good,

On the watchout for thugs in Lugs who be out for blood

Got a keen eye on crooks and kids crossing through your yard 

Your fully loaded glock tightly gripped between your arms

Imagination's running wild when you see me, just a teen

Already got a lawyer to protect you from police

you see me walkin by, instantly im outta line

its nighttime the moon is up im out so i must

 be getting into something
cause nobody else be up for nothin

at this time of night the only thing stirring up be troubling

you're wondering, what s kinda law i be defying,

my long legs' strides tell you im running from a crime 

I've got my hoodie on and up so i'm terrifyin' ya

you're dreading what be in my pocket as your finger slides....
Zimmerman, and his racist sentiment,
Couldn't tell a homebound brown skinned kid from a criminal convict.

Cause what I was teaching for, was just a comb, you deplorable murderer - I never made it home.

6th Floor Infantry

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 6th FLOOR INFANTRY

So here is where we work on our psychiatry,
We all mentally absurd, we're all hurting differently,
You by be nuts or got some self-inflicted cuts,
but we are all on the brink of bustin' up and out of luck
cause this lock-up ain't for just anyone,
It takes guts, it takes trust, and it takes hustle and Doctor fussin',
Bout who be down and who be up, what's in our mouths,
and what year we think we're bound,
This is the 6th floor infantry, here we stay, n here we cray
Don't tease the quiet one, don't try slidin' upon ya socks
Its an understatement If I said this sucks,
Head down when you walk, monotone when you talk,
Fore any excitation mean you need more of those little... DOtS
In your mouth. More sleep. Less eccentricities.
Gawks? For what? He's just schitzin' some, that's all,
Why pace when you can grace the nurses with Tourret- sounds
So He claims he's an albino black panther.... so what?
The way he hustles lunch says he fights for sport, play, game and by the way
his kung-fu seizures came straight from the clink, so he know a thing or two
about getting your drink
A nurse s my servant, I shall not want,
He makes me take my meds a lot
He gets me fresh jammies and brings me me my meals,
My cavalier cleans the shit from beneath   my heels

Erotica Wants

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“Erotica Wants”

#16 Thus Spake Ill

 

Oh When will my lover love me down,
feel me get deep like I fantasize about
touch me get to know my every little body part
both my inner side and out, time he figured it out
The cunt gets it rough and the twat needs double stuffed
the clit gets flicked and licked with extra spit,
nipples and necks get bit with steamy whispers breathing wet
from my bum to my titty-tops, my skins like butter soft
but just rubbin it ain't enough to un-numb this damn cunt 
cause its time to start the blood pumpin... and fill me up, with all your loving
Need more him in my pockets dream of all we can accomplish
Wish we two could find the balance work it out but it's a challenge Cauze his mission only his dick jizz and not my snizz attention
Praise me taste me I'm the candy that you crave
Rape me take me I'm your bunny in a cage
  escape enrage let a man da get irate 
create a fantasy of grace as we consummate our fate
Dont wanna waste another date
Livin under grounds and Graves home maker and her mate , he and me someday, 
Blame me for your crazys, cause it's more than occasionally that we creep underneath each others skin and in our space , eat me feast three time deep in all of me please, wallys doll a lady a Lotta freak, never a tease a sleezy slut when he want fleas, a royal pain a Princess a pretty pet he can molest , a partner a puzzle piece that fits perfectly complete, repeating history once a upon epitome, happily for ever after now I really do believe, what once were ugly ducks, now are Swanns of great beauty 
 

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

 

Mr. Mic

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(Sage Francis - Giants and Midgets)

 MR MIC

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,

hope you are listening cause i'mMR MIC

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,

hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  

instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? 

a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, 

like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp

No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse

You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,

You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign

oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,

Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,

What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,

Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,

Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home

Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime

The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right

No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,

You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,

Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies

You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,

You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,

You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,

You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,

The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,

You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,

Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,

You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,

You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'

So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,

You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,

I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two.... about to plug it in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? 

a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, 

like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp

No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse

You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,

You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign

oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,

Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,

What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,

Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,

Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home

Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime

The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right

No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,

You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,

Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies

You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,

You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,

You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,

You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,

The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,

You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,

Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,

You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,

You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'

So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,

You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,

I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....

V.2

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,

hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ? 

a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers, 

a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirp

No matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - 
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or church

You make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,

You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough
 you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maign

oh mr microphone you just like a little ho
you be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,

Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,
Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,

They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya home
Any hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,


(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line 
Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's hand
winds ing-round-the chime

The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right

No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,

You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,

Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies

You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,

You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,

You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,

You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,

The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,

You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,

Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,

You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,

You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'

So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,

You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,

I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....

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

 

Amandoes It Ill

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“Amandoes It Ill”

#11 Thus Spake Ill

 

call me PB, heard about my rhyme spree?
my momma said amanda, then began the beat,
forever been a twisted sister and bit of a freak, 
believe you me do i gots nice genes,

My doctor says I’m wack and gives me pills I gotta pop 

But deep within me creeps the damnest thoughts I cannot talk

Since the mental break rage and hate came awake

Even electro-shock therapy was just a waste

Post-lobotomy my synapses still on the grind

On the mic or on the page I tear it up and cause abrasions,

a maniac on the track a psychotic ticking time bomb

I’m strapped with rhymes for miles, I’m flowin’ all the time

I attack and cause fractures with my killer rhyme sprees

Can’t stop my sporadic emcee represnting : east, west, Protect ya neck cause I’m after all who wack, in fact, 

I push nooses door to door like  people selling vacs

I’m straight stricken with the sickness and its seeping from my core, ignore me me never or my clever bound you under the floor boards, I roar, like an omen spreading ten fold put u in a comatose so watch you're toez, cause.imma coming from below like mycelium grown

Since afflicted by the crypts, the shit that I spit’s so toxic,

I make kids from my audience need doctor visits

The speakers need bleach when I speak my inner thinks

cause i'm vicious and infectious, cause more than hookwinks

I'm possessed by a demon since that day I damned the bitch

My tongues split, like a serpent with a tight grip

on my mic spewing quick from out my esophagus

My dead heart tears apart my vocal box and flapping lips

I'm blasphemous I'm murderous I'm horrendously equipped

I'm a sinner and a tick under your skin I'll make you itch

I’m the liquor that they mix I’m the poison I’m the fix

The blast, the mishmash, I’m the callous on ya ass

I hop and skip your pulses as I drown you in the ocean

Like erosion I rub close enough to make you lose ya focus

im deep I creep from beneath so watch ur toes

cause commotion with explosions for my enemies and foes

I choke out fools with their own chains made of and gold

cause they fake so I lay their plastic asses out to bake

 I rain upon their lame parades and give their babies extra shake

 fill my glock with diamonds from their grills and barbeque their brains

 rip the hymens from their adolescent girls and take their names

how heinous can this game be how much further can I take it 

I'm Amanda and to me rapping's just like cake

I'm Amanda and to me rapping's just like cake