Xmas Cheer

 59

“XMAS CHEER”

#10 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

Holiday Cheer jingle bells in every ear this time of year

tinsel's thrown to and fro and red ribbon wreath upon our doors
Jolly Santa's on his way ho ho holloring from his sleigh,

nice and naughty kids alike,  wish for gifts and tried to write him

leave him treats overnight, hoping for morning surprise,

wrapped bowed and bagged tagged from the north pole  
family's in love is shown underneath the mistletoe

 thicker than the blanket of snow Christmas season spirit draw

 keeps us close shiny trees with gifts to give and to recieve

celebrate our savoir Christ's blessed be the holy king choirs sing

five golden rings children dream of Santa's reindeer fleet

red and green keeps us believing the true meaning of our feasting

is for Jesus may he keep lingering in our 

Thanksgiving Rhyme

58
“THANKSGIVING RHYME”
#9 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
after two long months, the pilgrims had enough.
They sailed their way to the usa in hopes of better stuff.
Survival sure was tough . They called it Plymouth rock, t
he natives called it home, the two worlds met and alliances were grown
the fields were sown and soon together gratitude was rightly known.
They feasted in November giving thanks for what was shown.
It was kindness it was grace how they welcomed the white race.
In A foreign land the puritans were starving for a taste.
By the grace of god the harvest was enough to give him praise,
they made themselves at home and surely flourished in the place
they learned the ways and soon enough the natives got out of the way.
Now we save a day for giving thanks for what was taken it was Abe
 who said each state would recognize the holiday, now we imitate that day
 with what we place upon the ta-ble like the turkey that they slay
and the pumpkin pie they made, yams and beets and other treats
this feast is dedicated to the slack the masses taste cause ladies always do the slayin'
 

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  

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

63

"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.

Detroit Lines

60

“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

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

54

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.

 

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....

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

6th Floor Infantry

 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

Party Tard

Hear "Party Tard" on SoundCloud Link 

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

It's me and my amphetamines 

my speedy mindless nights 

I hide eyes wide awake pupils dilated 

by daybreak I'm a sorry sight 

I'm fried both day and night 

My thoughts are so fast I think I just strained my back

dry skin from too many cigs my heart rate climbs

My jaw clenched tight teeth grinding  

 I'm a user and abusing never minding what the crime 

I'm a junkie sloppy druggie fucked up losing all my pride 

no joke im just a dope head double dosing brain is toast, 

no day break in this basement for the next 48

how come my dopamine just aint enough to get me up? Chemically entrusted me, I squeeze out the last of all i got

Feeling me, till im pleased, then peace reality I'm off to a land where the scene aint a front

Where people got my back, and i'm leader of the pack, nobody taxing my ass, its a fantastic blast

family is getting distant cause I'm fighting for a casket

when my pack of irrational maggots be in a jam

they be asking where Im at cause Im nasty on the track

Im the liquor that they mix

im the poison im the fix

the blast, the mish mash the green the red the blue the black

im the callous on your ass, I'm under your skin a tick i itch you scrac

im inertia im the dart, im the devil's little nark

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

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

How biznotic! Never thought it could be so exotic

Its an erotic hypotic kinda godess

From my noggin out my body started in heart

When it comes out it be mighty hard to stop

This flow, I got it, like a powerful watah fawcett,

I fought it like a protestant before but now applaud it

Heard it, wanted it, so I sought it out then i got it ,

Signed BIZNOTCH on the dotted line allotted,

Got beef, got blood, aint got no doubt about it

Fuck it , i be on it, im a proud ass rhyming goddess

Your momma told ya, Quit bouncing on the bed, 

well my momma told me quit bobbing ya head

because we running out of tylenol, you'll never see me fall

cause i be climbing higher than the escalators at the mall

If you laying on the train tracks choo choos your last

pop a Louie pop a fewey till a chemical attack

Reaction AA hey fools say my name take away the reputation but you still the same

You want it to be known – let it be done be known

we learnt it at school about the books we read at home

but who was that? Dr. someone, professor thatsafact

enough of phds gimme lmnopeace

Cause the shit that I spit is so legitaytmirte

its so delicious, its a shame for you to miss

so listen to the princess as Im' enlisted cause

each one of my tits so big its got they own zip cvode

Who Am I ? You can catch me on the fly, knees knocking in my knicker bockers

rap a lot and talk a ton

a chatter box rapper smashing rhymes just for fun

Shit gets risky quick when emcees  wanna roast my mind

like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll get you right

Princess Service Announcement

 PRINCESS SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

This is a Princess Service Annoucement for ya brain 

Maybe youve seen me around, its time you know my name

To All the earth creatures universe's organisms 

reign molecules, middle earth, and outerspaces

From the top of all the space dust down to the earths crust, 

my jurisdiction aint no fiction, never gonna stop

Its Princess biznotch, the greatest ruler of them all

That's me! Your my property, listen up, obey me

call me royal highest ever, and your majesteez, please

Master of infinity, sassy kinda tyranny,

Every little bit of matter all mine, you see? Every element, imagination figments  

My kingdom span never ends, even when I just pretend 

My kingdom includes everything you want and all you got. 

Me and king pops own the cream we be the crop

I own all of your rights, all that's left I own it twice

The life and fam you got's alright, for me it wouldn't suffice

Cause I'm up in my castle looking down on you like mice

Recognize the law says you must play nice, and quite a lot.

love with all your heart no less be grateful cause you oughtta

Follow all the laws I got in effect if you not

I got Instant hex in stock that'll mess you up

I ain't even playin but I built you all like blocks

Product of the Biznotch DNAtion, I created ya

From my very throne, all my fine assets I made

Every human brain I shaped now I do maintain

I give populations patience so they can wait 

gravity so they on their feet

gave them time so don't be late

Home work so they can sleep, 

and of course they got me, so they got something good to dreams  

I'm telling you, this place is where you wanna be

Well here at Kingdom Biznotch, fun is number one

I gotta keep busy silly me might blow up the sun

I got science projects hobbies and i got the funds

Each endeavor biznotched in my bed post to the top

Like lover tally scratches, cept' they stand for large masses

I have crafted races, nations, even planets on occasion

Genocide eradication I've mastered innovation 

and You! the public, the subject of discussion

Wanna let you know whats up so you don't be fussing.

I got zoos of classified organisms Ive envisioned. 

I got provinces of organized classicisms in ‘em.

Ive got Tunnels in the sky,

Got some planetary shifting that's severely overdue,

Im blowing up the moon so you can see it better than you do,

So the dark side of your soul will lighten up, change 

The knee grows far to slow in japanese populations so

Im a rig 'em up till all they become japalegarows

I rid the lot of shitty crocks and stocked it full of hard knock knocks,

bred them deep in red head lefties, blended in some exta terrestries,

Rooted deep in baobobbies, tree limbs halfway to the stars,

Forefathers of the feathered, ancestors unearthly treasures, 

So surrender to PB, open eyes each of your three, ain't no joke, at your doors, knock knock from your majesty,

Who be chillin at the spot?

Open up kid quick, visitor is princess biz, here to check you, to inspect you, to correct your incidentals,

Thru frae, window pane, can't 

earth to universal truth Houston never to come trough all you wanted was a goddess from the sky not a statue, holographic info centric centrifugal force for a few, for the lay, residue left by me, pb, for your pew, worship, peace boat, treaty between all the folks, as long as you got me, everything will stay afloat

Giving Back The Leg

 RETURN THE LEG

Ive been selfish guilty taken all that wasn't mine

I stole a man's entire leg, to keep for all of time,

I keep it underwraps between my thighs sometimes, outta sight, 

Now his pride and stride, kinda limps to the side

but I just kept eyeing oh what else i did pine for

I needed more of him his lore I dreamed hed slowly hand towards me

cause what he took from me? my entire core for one thing   

i mean, no question ive paid out the ass because of him

Hes damn lucky that Ive kept the leg in tact, actually 

Cause His calves give me with more comfort than my kitty cat

At night, i keep it at my side, my rock prized delight,

I caress it sometimes when he ain't around or if he denies me   

He firmly asked for it back, i told him not a chance

But hes not getting shit from me If he doesn't earn it back

Fool me not I won’t give up If I didn’t need it I’d rip it up

Id have him watch me destroy it just for enjoyment

This appendage has become my new obsession, my trophy

Here take this, it’s a promise, to be honest

I gave my word and he said surely he did also

3 knees deep in denial now was I for he had lied before

From the first to the last, every fallen breath hes had

He just wants his leg back! So I held it tighter, friends

Cause if I hit the bottom I’ll need this leg to help me up

Certainly the man will be too preoccupied with other stuff

Lend me his hand? Its a bluff, No matter how stuck 

He would find a way to kick me to the dust blind my eyes shut

and still beguile me for the keys to the iron cuffs

But i wont budge, bite the dust? Nah, ill chew it up  

No longer will I swallow any sorrow for what I borrowed

Tough love stuck in my teeth with an aftertaste of blood

His outreached hand? I mistook for here's my arm oops

His lips tell every lie but in his eyes I see his charm

I grabbed him by the wrist soon he sounded the alarm

Pulled back before I had the chace to amputate another body part

I confessed its his heart I have been after from the start

Mastered the game of lust, however not the art of love

Whatever spilled out of him i was quick to lap up

Getting closer indeed but still we standed in the dark

I told him lay the path ahead and id catch right up from behind  

We were doing circles cause his limp fell into a stagger 

Taking Longer than forever we missed out on our present and our futures

Recognized the shackles weighing  which bind us is solid mass

Thats imprisoning our souls, soon a mutiny spiritual

Shall Unfold till we behold anew me that’s untouchable

So I had to let go, release the leg from my control

And End the fuss, for now the crutch was much too heavy and redundant

Thus my grip loosened up, and I gave it up

Now I stand alone and on my own is just enough

Biznotic - Blue & Green - Razpro

"BIZNOTIC"

Blue & Green by Razpro
Written 7/2012

How biznotic! Never thought it could be so exotic
Its an erotic hypotic kinda godess
Started in my noggin and came out of my heart
This flow I got be mightly hard to stop
This flow, I got it, like a powerful watah fawcett,
I fought it like a protestant before but now applaud it
Heard it, wanted it, so I sought it out then i got it ,
Signed BIZNOTCH upon the dotted line allotted,
Got beef, got blood, aint got no doubt about it
Cause a lot of moronics wanna modify my product
Got ideologies that i try to embodie  
A prophetic guided by ebonics and I'm honest
Ur pocket got a problem when it aint got a profit
Microscopic rock bombs shots and alcoholics
Wobble to the body shop upon a hippopotamus
Daughters hardly honest when narcotics in her mouth
Fuck it, I be on it, I'm A proud ass rhyming goddess
Till in a plot wadded up Ill be the biznotch

ORANGE SPED HEAD

 ORANGE SPED HEAD

You ain't even head you really just a sped,

 Needing a demon or some meth to help you flow your hand,

Need a beat, I’ll write in bed my feet so0 cold from stagnant still breath 

Even a slang a little twang to take my time to practice occupy my mind

If my tongues tied till I’m out of tries or when the pens about to dye 

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 

I’m straight strapped with rhymes for miles, I foam from the mouth and eyes

For when my eyes and heart on fire the stars come out and lights abruptly 

Stop my locks upon my mouth; try to make your smile come out

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’m killing time with lines too shy to institute my sky high style, 

Even though I ain't book shows my flows are honest enough for funerals,

I’m a sinner please forgive me but my hunger for the thunder 

Left my rhymes in hands of lifers and undertakers in crimes delighters, 

In time accumulated clouds'll Google me in ponders, 

My trace erased the double sighted mess behind my thoughts confessed

In stride I come back with lively bar in spite of lack

I ride it out I write it down this town is where I’m found

I ride it out I write it down I’m forever underground

Name dropping ain't my steez but there’s a reason to believe 

I’m a creation of the west AKA HEAD under distress without an audience to caress 

With all my rhymes and style go straight into the files, 

I got limos hursts vans and cabinets worth: Lamborghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini, 

my torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini, 

Tongue tied my submitted bliss by my afro centric incident, 

my venial sin stabbed my gut with "I'ma pass on dthis"

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, 

can't even rot an apple at my place because I’m pegged, 

appreciate the poison but my farmers keep me reg, 

the sugar to my jelly more legendary than monarchies, 

than mason jars than tarred and feathers tchotchkey's latch-key kids and wannabes, 

I'm a HUE-man, a white lie, a whore for fast talking boys, 

a warrior diploma with low-blows for sermons without purpose, 

I oink at your green eyes while we both stare into mine, 

a mirror and the sea a back drop from all of time, 

being anything I please but I’m a boring shut in-emcee myself, you see, 

I dig I dog I rock the bog, I swat you flies and corrode your logs, 

I chase the beat and claim to be the best beast, 

One day Ill feast while I lead the hokey-pokey - I TEASE

Shut the Gate - 8 Minutes Late

 8 MINUTES LATE

whats it gonna take

for me to finally shut the gate, let a loser choose his fate,  cause he love nothing more than H

8 Hell no i do not associate with junkie sicko fools thinking deadly drugs be great.

Ill negate your pain if you'd walk with me this way cause you're nothing but a waste of air,

of food, and yea - of space! ill replace you in a minute lace your dope with killa traits, you'll thank me cause I made that minute longer than a day, soon youre on your way back to whats-his-name and whats his place... thus spake a junkie people turn they heads the other away

worse than niggas roaches rape be the IV users, mate - sticking up for nothing but the needle in their arms bleedings least of all the harm scarring deep near and far stealing time away and every single fucking dime inside my car what a kid'll do for H even just a little taste be such a damn disgrace my vacuum cleaner aint even safe, wanna shake him till hes straight but its only if he worth the rate cause my hands are made for helping homies like they real estate, your credit out the door no matter how your spoon be silver, plate of steak like your a winner, just don't get liver failure on my watch cause patience running thinner, than that junkie bitches hair cause she shoots up her children's dinner,

you think you're fucking clever, babe? lying straight irmanda's face? Way beyond your tiny crate she's higher than you can relate cause while you nod out she be cracking up and eating cake sharing nothing but the time with you cause its aint worth the date - together banging never cause you always fucking late, when a junkie knocks it, and the budging stops, im the judge, so ill prop him up, cop his shit, check his vitals just for fun, grudgingly accept the state of aint no life inside this one, so just before he cashes out, i piss on him to mark my spot bunt his skull into itself and hang him from his own damn belt, take a cigie break down on knees crying like i'm 8? nah never you just wait, I got adrenaline but its not your medication infiltrate me breeding hate for all incarcerated by the H just like my babe