Tall Ass Tails

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"Tall Ass Tails"

#3 - Reign of Meh

Im a tall as fuck, lil chubby slutt

my daddy gave me long legs , my brother a upper cut

My BOmb rack achey back whoa I'm breaking necks

Thank christ my blue eyes my ma, ma(y) sassy ass

Cash my pride ousside, glutt(on) ride or die

but I'm too tall wu yall try to climb my heightsCause where my hips begin

A kids head cant comprehend

He can reach the legal drinking age, top shelf yeah OK 

But still way out of range if he tryna lick a babe 

The air is nice up here

Thinner than a hymen or red cunt hair !

Less pressure on my chest breasts be popin up and out my blouse 

Like kinky melons keeping men's milky dripping down his trou

No doubt my I'm fun like a birthday bounce house

shake and jiggle skin and sinning

Wet Lips whistling im a sirening come hither yeth bish

I'm a tall tale, white wale, Shakespeare, J Brashear , 
Thus Spake Francais, Dem sang Whoday, WHo?
I'm a real femme fatale, check your.pulse and pinch yourself, 
legends of the ridden mental case 8th Dimension space ragin Dame 
 
I'm taller than the deepest part of the atlantic deep 
I'd hit the pool with yall but the lifeguards panic
The hights i reach well let me see
my diving board sits between the ozone and himalayan peaks 
From the appalachian moonshine makers hideouts be my hollar
And at these alts the O2 be a shock and collar
twice the ventilation, half the molecules for taking
gotta train your respiration lest you in danger of fainting 
Sleeping on your breathing speed gets u dizzy or IQ dippin'
Clumsy ain'tt cute - 1 fell swoop , I mistep, 1 bloop, 
and im a cracker crumbling down twin tower
It's a shame to see  - A sorry sight my final breath 
ain't gonna  Raise a single hair Or scare a feral cat on crack
 Cause it's just an NFL Sunday night tackle  - A lil trip a slip on ice,
To the rest of yall - 10 times you fall down and a dozen you get up but for me ? It's a looooong way down
 
Cause I'm as tall as the [(PCO) road ]pacific coast highway be everlong
To hear you speak i gotta stop drop it low stoop to the ground
My posture top-notch n proper, priority Importance 
so open my throat in and out its a leanring curve no doubt
I smoke my lungs out but my diaphram my well (my god) (enough)
the life line light pulse the power to keep on keeping on
my ribcage weights upon my frame on me like a cast iron stake gate
im winded like a kokopelli loki shaman goblin, mate
out of breath when u this size, gravity a real force (a bitch)
like survivin' be a tough blood, Metabolic burn work 
im chubby but im loveley, fluffy big boned sports authority  
but that dont mean Im sloppy..wap .how FIT Ness
a long legged lady's lifelong nemesis - for as long as I belong to physic laws
i wanna body strong femur bone lean as a lemur tail be long
 but no gym rat or vain ass shallow Venus thirst ever, 
nah, my looks be the devil, catching lusts of innocents, a curse
 
my genes, my height my mighty FINE trite
Righteous white christ elitist believe me ! I beat the smight
Im NICE like my pool is cool with chu no dice
Top of Stalin's wishlist, Im hitler's top five
A couple hunned years of courtship, matching arms, debutant balls
girdle lady maiden dainty damsels in waiting
for suitors pre-approved packing family jewels 
boogies silver spoon heirloom fancy handles 
sets of master rooms my history be the epitome of 
Holier Than Thou n My Shit Don't Stink, 
Noses up Sit Down Pale Skin Lemme Louvres
smokin in his fam than samurais are in japan
So your genes pools get richer as your kingdom brings in dick 
from nether regions in the feudal system Chivalric manorism
so she's promised served as Exotic when they really need a Bard.. 
this hefer nefertiti ready 
spread my cheeks and pop this sphinx.....
 
 
Way up here my blood boils fast
cause sea level so low they lower than the rats
Wanna splash me? Try a tsunami, richeter 5 
try to bend me over yall need gonna the jaws of life (maryianna trench )
im at an altitude iconic as volcanic ash took out my clan
My upper body in ionosphere, my crotch dodges the ISS
get my heat from underneath me cause it rises up
pls my homeostatic sub Saharan desert storm be somthi' (else)
i lick the rings around uranus when Im on my tippy toes
and wipe my brow upon the moon n kick it to and fro  
I'm chem trails wen I cough 
I am litter bug when I floss
Hauk Tuah SUCKin dick be Smarter when You Straw
melting all your hearts 
when i sit down its whiplash for any head that stays attached
I exfoliate my skin to make him grin
cause when he caress me down im smoother than obsidian
I'm ahead the rest by 2steps cause my bones as long as redwood logs
My limbs grow thick ring by ring a hardcore hick,yall
To start though takes twice the torque cause when I stand up I gotta send out an alert to the airlines and the birds detroit rappers shrapnel 
rusty motors skuuurt skuurt
 
 
When I stand up, my veins pump blood faster than an Ethiopian like nerf guns 
super soaking in a race like Usain bolt 
winning gold place or show 
Gotta go slow... cuse of all the UFO's coo co birdy bird ever heard of vertigo?
What im saying is its 1 kick in shin, and its lights out man
Cause Im a riot to be around so like rittenhouse had to take me out 
as i fall i got curb stomped by a killer clown pig Chavinistic river dancing champ a soccer kicker ruder than the ALMS
And my head bones, yea they thick enough
to take your tusks up and out to lunch
 
But it aint a 1 man branch of anarchists anthem babe
I'm a trump tower
Like a 2 thousand man battallion brass marching band type of grand finale
to hand standings acrobatic circus men stacked carte blanche
Im a Ginormous Glamazion Heavy Heart and huuuuuuge fucking hands  
 
While the lower half the rest of me be down to earth as ever
in regular weeather got me changing shirts no matter if dick Goddard were to report the worst, if Maoism came to rule the earth
 I be steady monolith, more rock God can curse, 
I reach heights outta space but sun always stay my ACE
 in my view, arms up I reach heights most of yall can't even shoot
 buck shot even snuck up on, so I stoop, just so my
my eyes reflect upon your moon, and my lips spit  mist coming of the south pacific, opulence, my vision a million fish like a prism, my shine my light blinding acid trip delight
pearls snizz jizz gaked out crystal itis im the brightest BIZ its early xmas when I arrive
straight up my head top be the top knotch hiding spot even K9 proof my Amazonian Minnisotian Duluth size kinda lonely,  tell ya the truth 
 
 ain't no ice enough to bury these thigh cause my knees got tired and tried
 cause osgood-schlotter left my ligaments behind 
so they got torn from quick spurts faster than my tits burst, 
dicks been hard for me since birth, fast pervs, kids, creeps, anybody with eyes could see my skirt 
male teachers quit the district cause they knew they couldn't resist it 
the coaches met with the pto cause they wanted to let a 6 year old 
go triple on their jacket coats varsity before my cursive was learned,
hey had theyr eyes on me and al my "potential" 
cause I've been a beast since before my pretty seen
jailbait was my name and perverts broke thru via the gate
now my legs and story longer than the odyssey they farther than the eye can seent
and Im funny too, act like you know me
 My legs so long a giraffe could lick my asshole I get there twice as fast in haf the steps cause when I walk the earth BOOOM Blast off begin again fools thanks for the Compliement Lo Maign See what I can do.......
 
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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

 

Peanuts Warm Up

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PEANUTS (warm-ups)

When Charlie Brown’s crowd heard about my fine crown, It was like Oh brother? Good friend, where art thou? And soon followed the sound of my funk like wha what For when the Peanuts came to be snoop was just a song/dog to me, good grief a sweat splash, n a lie and zigzag a fashion sense.

when the pee wee team practiced all the cats planned their attack on the pup but the bird was the word, at least to lucy and chuck; But when the wha wha was felt in my bones and hearts, guilt, I took shelter in the box tales n knelt nightly in prayer for who the next heiwould be from and where?  

When word of my swerve fell upon the nut-herd, this kid with the blues and a blanket was so frightened he was like wha wha and jumped under that thing so he could hide – Cause my style’s so funky, when it hit the crowd it was madness, man, that tattered thing levitated UP n –he-rode it out, Most the crew dispursed, from the advice of his sister Luce, she saw the whirl inside her cup of beef stew and knew it was I who was passing through, Sally began the beef, passed the flyer out on the street, Ms Peppermint turned to Charlie Brown and Rerun and the rest took to the moundtains,

in the grounds all over town, to the sandlot and to theyr houses, The kiddies got jitters when they red the paper’s scribbles, cause my curls gave them all creeps as they wrapped their fingers around the sheet, Franklin was like PEACE and Sprang away on a shiny key, He saw the colors and the bubbles from the get-go, this foam just ain’t tight enough to play on our field yo

Pig Pen was the first to recognize that my curve-ball was meaner than a lead shower than a bird flick and than a board of water banning the kid from school so he just sat nut to butt with his old man watching his stank circulating around his brain get wack fast as His rocks and smacked him in the face, dust and gravel bits which was rumbling on the street, He looked like beat feet when he really couldn’t hardly even breath,  but he heard the boom boom made a chatter between his teeth

When Shroeder read the stats of my super 8-track, he stood up n tried to tap himself into his inner jazz-man, his style was kinda fuzzy but he jammed upon his funny bone for his ol’ grand piano was junky, He may have looked dumb but it left the kid wailing, straight flailing his arms. nose getting kinda runny, the beating of his feet let the whole town know something was bubblin’, 

WHen word of my swerve fell upon the nut herd,this kid with the blues and a blanket was so frightened he was like wha wha wha and jumped under that thing so he could hide. 

My styles so funky when it hit the crowd, it was madness, man, all the sunday funnies cries were heard throughout the land,

 Patty cake hid inside snoops kitch en lil wood stock well he hollared from the top, he tweeted about the hazards that were coming from my knock, The woird weet weet was learned by the lines of A1PB, that tall yella one with dooohg said WHULL i better get to practice but his chick said Nah, last weeks papes ex-invited the royal highness, she won't be showin up, but Lucy could see it n even hear it whirl inside  her cup,

the air started swirling so pig pen was cool at first the dust came up the gravel made the kids go what the fuck, soon the kid was blind we smelled him double triple time, cause he couldn't get out from the sand lot di-amond tri-angle, Dust balls like bukkakke swung hit him in his balls n cock and he fell down, got covered in the soot and like she said the BIZNOTCH wouln't take no second look, for when a junkie kid 'd hit it and cash out she'd be livid, she'd get rid of the evidence, stick you knee deep in the soot schroder watch from the window but best beleive he was locked lost in thought, he tapped his foot inside an itchy sock, cause that blondie kid was all about the jazz the black and white thats red all over the week old ivorie keys from which came out his measures creep... He looked at the time said Sunday's ALLL MINE so the looming wrath, the masked nasty FAST raps of Princess Biznotch won't ever ever last she may drop she may flow but she'll never step on the pee=wees toes for whatever news she bring ain't nothing its all the same just a sannce a sense a deathly verbulating mess, a hip, nah, a hop upon and off her granite rock, underground TALK about the D, the 3 and the mmTTTSCHOCK

this kid Schoeder lined em up and tappen em on their little butts for he had practices on his tusks, his grand oversized ivory and blacks plus his back handed cupped slam that rammed upon his pee wee clan and piano for months, he told em tap their toes but all the funnies simply froze cause they got hit with a master pro who knew about the biznotch flow, This blond headed funky man told the crew to flex their calfs and hands for they have to prepare to dance cause he knoew about the jazz and wanted it back but princess b was s classic rapper n tap dancer, the stats read cats for last vist that she had, man on the mic said BAM! Batta-up time to show the crowd your stuff, either Grand Master Flash or Franklin with his Af-ro stickaa  Out of all the tee ball batters this kid surly had the most talen

When word of my swerve fell upon the nut-herd, Cause my styles so funky when it hit 'em it was madness man, all the sunday Funnies cries were heard throughout the land. When they read the papers scribbles the comic strip kid all got jitters, so they spread the skinny about the Biz as they bit their lips, scared shitless.

Charlie Brown tried to stand his ground so he waited on his pitchers mound, but when my epic sound hit town he was nowhere to be found.

The first to sense my incoming finesse was this dirty kid pigpen cause he noticed something different about the dust ball swirling around his head, the static from my knack and pizzazz was looming up from overhead so it started spinning so damn fast til you couldn't see the poor little man

This bitch Luce who had a booth tried to sooth the pee wee crew, cause they lined up asking wha wha wha she thought that they should do. The chick was broke and had a beef with anyone not from her street so she advised all the guys to practice funk and jazz and rhyme so they could battle when I arrived. no one knew the wiser so they paid the girl in dimes.

This chick Peppermint Patty hid inside Snoops coop to do some rapping, but Woodstock well he hollered from the top so snoop came back and kicked her out on her butt, cause she was a bratty boss and he was a catty dog, so the tomboy joined the troop who were cooped in a classroom. Marcie put on her glasses and said "Sir, welcome to the crew"

This kid from a different school Franklin's ancestral lineage had some zing cause he had dark brown skin so everybody turned to him to see what he could bring to the table 'n he said something about the Tower of Babel cause in his pocket was a bible so they all prayed for awhile but the fuss from all my gusto made his Afro blow up double so they shut the book fast and got back to planning their attack.

When Shroeder read the stats of my super phat 8 track he tried to tap himself into an inner jazz.man so he sat at his ivory and blacks and practiced till every finger tip was calloused out of all the tee ball batters this kid sure had the most talent,  but the challenge of the upcoming battle Still Wreaked havoc on the graphics so the team took advantage of the kids whose ancestral  lineage had something in it that made it most black ass who's skin with blackest  

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

Hockey, USA

 HOCKEY, USA

you think that i'm Canadian because I got a blade beneath my leather laced up kicks and half my teeth knocked out,

cause my faced is stitched up instead of round my rubber pucks,

my lips are blue and pink and they be be kissing Stanley cups,

cause my pony's a Zamboni you think I ain't got no west side story

and you think i'm kinda cold cause my ball's not rolled

instead of 9, we shoot out, and it ain't some round ornage swine dimpled brown ball of twine we got, 

like I'm more eh eh than I am USA cause I skate upon a frozen lake, aint no way I'm from the states and I must be expat cause my games xrated

so what my turfs a little pinkened rink and I got a kink in my dinky taped-up, lipped stick, u think like yea, I could be inuit,

cause my dug-out's a deckcage beside my-indoor-only iceblock stage, you say I'm out of range,

 so you hate on my jersey, cause instead of 4 we play in 3 , checkered tops on referees, surely can't be land of the free? 

You think the RED that I pledge must be Maple Leaf, when I'm telling you, its more like Winged Feet, I'm from the Motor City, I sleep between 5 Seas with the rest of my team  ! 

Wayne Gretzky said it best, you miss 100%

of the shots you never take, so that's why i choose to play

Hockey and I rock a red wing and ain't a jockey, Pbiz Ice Cold, Sports Be The Topic of Current Study , Try and Stop Me

COVID 19

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"PanDamIcky Sick World"

#11 Thematic, Raddest Baddest

 Coronavirus, it's global crisis

Its inside us all around us spreading like wildfire 
Sanitize and stay inside were all fearing for our lives
As the death toll rises, thousands more hospitalized
Worldwide, this quick killing influenza in disguise
Is terrifying, it could be humankinds demise
It's coming after every one of every shape and size
Covid 19 - hide your husbands, hide your wives

This deadly pandemic has the public in a panic
Health clinics are crammed to the max..
Half the masses lack access to tests
No one is safe you cannot even vaccinate
It can incubate for weeks before Corona seals your fate

This inescapable outbreak has led to statewide measures being taken
For Gods sake, the NBA got cancelled,
Schools, too and most public places
So, Stock up on food, supplies, and meds... whatever you can find
All of Italy is in quarantine, and so are the cruislines
Corona virus of 2020 , were about to lose our minds
Covid 19, hide ya husbands, hide ya wives


Screened breathing  depleted speaking 

Covid 19 - no company keeping

Fiending intimate seeings of teeth 

Heal us please Jesus we need to convene

Peanuts

PEANUTS  

"Swazee"

When word of my swerve fell upon the nut herd… this kid got the blues in a blanket cause he was frightened he was like wha wha wha  And jumped under that thing so he could hide. 

Cuz my style is so funky, when it hit them it was madness man! All the Sunday funny's cries were heard throughout the land. 

The comic strip kids all got the jitters and they bit their bottom lips scared shitless when they heard about the princess BIZ.

  The first to sense my incoming finesse was that kid who they all call pig pen. Cause the static from my wackness made the dust and gravel rise like ashes, smacked the kid upon his ass and turned his skin like so damn black no matter how hard you try you couldn't see the poor little man.

 Charlie Brown tried to stand his ground so he waited upon his pitcher's mound But when my epic sound hit town, he was nowhere to be found. 

This chick Luce had a booth and she tried to soothe the peewee crew cause  They lined up like wha wha wha she thought they all should do. She was broke and had a beef with anybody not from her street, so she advised the guys to practice jazz and funk and rhyme so they could battle me when I arrived. No one knew the wiser so they paid the girl in dimes.

 Peppermint Patty and Sally hid inside of snoop's co-op to do some rapping,  And Woodstock he hollered from the top, calling out to all the birdies who be in his flock. 

Snoop came back with ammo stacked cuz it's cause he had heard about my act from the cat who lived next door, so they both warmed up their roars, but of course they all fell short, cause they're soft and I'm hardcore.

When Schroeder read the stats about my super phat 8-track, he tried to tap himself into his inner jazz-man. So he sat at his ivory and blacks and practiced till every fingertip was calloused, out of all the tee-ball batters, this kid surely had the most talent.

But still the challenge, reeked havoc on the graphics, but they did have one advantage.  His name was Franklin, and he had that dark brown skin, which mean he had some zing in his ancestral lineage. So they all turned to him to see what he could bring to the table, and he said something about the tower of babel.

So they all grabbed their bibles, tryin' to understand this child, and they read of what transpired when the people's pride was piled too high... when God said quit collabbin', I'm a mix you up like 

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.

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

Game Tourist

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GAME TOURIST

#15 Thus Spake Ill

You know I like to play cause I always act insane

But I'm really im a dreamer wishing rappers knew my name 

Today I grabbed some paper, let my pencil do its thang, 

It's cursed by the verses and I'll never be the same

You're thinking if im rapping then i'm more than likely acting 

but in reality my rhymes have constantly been stackin 

See I'm Checking out the game slaying english for the fame

I'm using all my verbals so the g-points I can claim

I plan on tossing boulders get you brushing off your shoulders

I'm speaking from the soul, pouring myself into a bowl,

If you can feel The Flow then Im closer to the goal. 

Can i get you feeling this? Are you ready, nodding steady,

Let me try a little bit.

 

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

Listen To Mr. Mic on Soundcloud

(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....