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Mc Sneakin' Snacks

"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

“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

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

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.

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

The Dope Crew

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“THE DOPE CREW”
#14 Thus Spake Ill

The kids in my clique lick blood straight from my wrists
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

“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

“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

School of Biznotch

SCHOOL OF BIZNOTCH

I'm a brainiac, in fact I'm highest in the class
I schooled the teacher equals I be skippin passt ya
I learn fools at the school of biz and write the rules
Wipe Degrees from your face shock me with a Joules
Instill in the pupils fuel more valuable than rupels
Instrumental tools of virtue all truths lessoning the scruples
For better future we say pass on what is futile
Time to recessitate the youth for His approval
Classes high on scores, my essey, Tido, could do more cause hes A C T away, buses short-staffed, Of course
The principals a fun da mentally challengentlemen
Detention shunned by rule of thumb, the other eight the apple core
handed in your dog cause you thought assignment more
rough Embarking up the tree of knowledge Grow a Stumpasore
Epistemilogy-whizz upon the classroom floor
We noses up the smarties used to pixiestick whiteboards
Lines of Dickinson, we read, better heads than before
Smily face stickers on the papers for rewards
For Amanda hides the formaldehyde, anatomy a time to ride
Girls and guys are given Pi in faces that are value-size
Demise of economics cake batter in your eyes
Get a whooping cough if you dare to drop behind
Cushin bowls of Chronic nicooteeny tiny Tim be on it
Smokin from his fam than there's Samurais in Japan
I teach how to grow supplywooden board screw and damn
Demonstrate shot a man down tryna reprimand
Study was, hunky dory now he understand
Poking Sally in the back He be ready I exam

Red In Stone

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RED IN STONE

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED----

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED---

Pusseyedon

PUSSEYEDON

it is not blasphemous in fact it's miraculous conception

its the spawn of biznotch spout from her very own erection

its her heir her mane little man her Apple in her hand

princess bore herself a processor in the lab

Inspiration: legacy, in my arms for all to see

What kinda dynasty could ever be what could I leave? you ask

Of the essence of biznotch but from not her uterus or crotch

Forever kingdom shall maintain a forwards march!

around the clock in any spot nothing less than all I got

How seriously surreal a god, and healing a metaphor, a kid creation by means of a mix of physics, heart and soul

but I'd say this sans-cock concoction super radical

Super-me 2.0, my first lass personal,

Watch out ! Son of biznotch, destined for power trip, a tower

one day he'll be king keened in to every lip sour

Whip in shape my flap trap cause what I spit need to be checked

I shall name him Pusseyedon, ruler of the sound waves,

Pusseyedon, Son of Biznotch, in his name, from whence shoulda came

Instead of ocean spray this prince reigns upon a different range

Every ear his media, where his saving grace is waged

I'm taking over fate, pumping mythological weight,

I'm changing legends myth bustin up to date,

Triton by tradition, modern day stereo remote,

Mic controller, floor holder, captain of news anchor folks

PA system patroller, cursed word muffler, joke amplifier,

clarifier sworn in speaker, ceromonial master

Eyes on the vibes, propagator of the amplifier

the bass floor bump stopper and volume recognizer

sinusoidal kinda guy concerned not with your eyes

but what's upside your head, on either side,

Pusseyedon keep in mind what might your inner ear be feeling like

Brainiac - Razpro - Braniac / Racishism

Braniac Instrumental

BRAINIAC

Its a brainiac attack! spectacular disaster
its erratic SMACK to the max impact im after
time for a psychedelic acid trip alas so
drip five inside mine eyes and drop a blotter after
Blast! sporative laughter captivate my mind all night
Ecstatic satisfaction and deliciousness collide
Til visions extra wise arise colors super bright
Light climbs from outta corners

#1.

a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster

Stirring up rubble down-a-trip-cid-istic travel

Blotta ripper drip mine eyes or extendemon highs, sir

Tons of wonder not zi deez befores ive undone fiver

Sidney uncollid-a-shall we psychatrip tonighter

Real erratic smack to the max impact designer

Paralyz-a lapse in awe of extralaugh insider

Captiveyes your ass brass tax-a-satisfactors

Adding up escstaticism casting outtalaster

Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice I passed her

Stashin up mass amounts-a-dice-so-yahtzee fastter

Splash in the past try to recognize alas, sir

Fraternize ur craft till its drafted doom to stagger

Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task er

Infactualize inside repli-try-to-circumizer

Invite the guesst entire text was left to doubterniser

Return-a-nerve-to sender UPS is mine toodine er

The milkman quintessentially an ass-man a molester

Breasts arrest his sani-tease a coconutty shiester

Under udders queasy he confid-o-boast-a-wowser

Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it uppster

Rashun now allow disease but ruff to ceasa supper

Weares a prophylactic tupp a spastic-raz-ma-tazzer

Talk enough a crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy

Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee

Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me

Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor

Rag-o-rama disco side to side-n--den-direct-a-whore

Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez

Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket minty-freeze

Breath a lize a topoly, controversal studi-ordeos

Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more

More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,

Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC

#2.

It a brainiac attack, specacular disaster

its erratic smack to the max impact i'm after

Parasitic trap time lapse sporactive laughter

Captiveyes your sass brass tax-a-satisfactors

Adding up escstaticism casting outta plaster

Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice Ive asked her

Stirring up masses rasta-psyche daddy Bastuerd

Splash in the past time to recognize alas, sir

Pastuerize crap till its just some stagnant matter

Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task it

Infectualize inside replicattatrophic ur badder

Invite the guess entire test left unassessore

Return to the sender sexy UPS man confessor

The milkman quintessentially an ass-man, a molester

Breasts arrest his sanity pro-teen coconutty mess

Under udders queasy he turn the milky way the means

Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it up

Rational logicaloiries bio-metrical diesease

Fees for all prophylactic spastic-raz-ma-tazz-i-kees,

Talk a lotta crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy

Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee

Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me

Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor

Rag-o-rama disco side to sidedirect-a-whore

Rounded out cast a ways a ways away to three or four

Five percentages ago, the earth was flat and board

Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez

Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket mints please

Breath a lize a topoly, controversal orderies

Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more

More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,

Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC

#3.

RASISCHISM

It a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster

its erratic smack to the max impact in fact, sir

Its a Parasitic time lapse trap enacting faster

Wanna Viralize my clan eradicate some factors

Captive by an empire dreamt up in my mind

theocractic matters reaking havoc under mines

An anti un-American semetic kinda mann

genetically expired notta fan of any land

DNAtion its amandamazing only race

damn my soul in a jam an my attic got an ann

got a classist status so high im in command

tons of wonder full of nazis blowin ima fan

Hit me hitlern historeasons why to give a damn

Rival families entire race problem be at hand

Trouble on the scale of kinda fishy to obscene

wish washy quaranic sandy arabica coffee been

Infectualize ghadaffi kinda scene ima copy

Monumental genicide monopoly devise

Left handed side of prized posses-shun green eyes

Applies to every Asian nation that i do decide

No longer janpanese allowed only can they stand

Purple Apparatus "Thick honey"

Purpleatus Status on SoundCloud

PURPLE APPARATUS

Purpleatus status says you may be in transcendence

transplant your train of prismatic van to the land of talent

laden in erratic rhymes these bards reflect ahead of their timeless

lesson in dramatics tax your ass chalenge your mind minus the habitus

the magistrate instated mas malignant staph infections and havoc upon your glands and fallace

newton under a malus supercelium for apple mash

you son aristocratic cannot corrode the path without a slant

to complicate the ascension you';d need an artifact or like a dance

to swing n swirl the track artificially a tunnel envisioner interceptor,

a scripter of make-shifts and fixin' figures

for wind force whispers and brash talks and knock downs

over stagnant remagnitize this gem we stand on

stocked rock of madness strapped and buckled in

my gravity in graves we stay in ghosts we boasts the spirits of photo-physical remains

in groaves in our hearts in our irises and in our morning toast

tongue decisive ultimately the fault of sandman crammed below our home

geologic remnants of crayons, between the ink and oil spills the wax,

the rubber splashes the bubbles shining down from space dust

since the dinosours were baby snakes, the tip of the peninsula where creatures go to mate

where its darker than the predawn early morning late,

the sprinkle of gas dust and phlem of love and hate,

lichen got wet got ill before the light, moonshine on water falls and pink on mirror lakes

the stakes for high ROY G BIV will never die,

all colours shall survive, the tones and shades arcade undertaken by eye strain

so simple each pixel mother nature got more flavor, we can dye or we can see

now lets feel our eyeballs guess the paper under this sky shall me?

Rasischism

“Rasischism” (Interlude)

#9 Thus Spake Ill