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'
 

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

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....

Amandoes It Ill

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49

“Amandoes It Ill”

#11 Thus Spake Ill

 

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

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

But deep within me creeps the damnest thoughts I cannot talk

Since the mental break rage and hate came awake

Even electro-shock therapy was just a waste

Post-lobotomy my synapses still on the grind

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

a maniac on the track a psychotic ticking time bomb

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

I attack and cause fractures with my killer rhyme sprees

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

I push nooses door to door like  people selling vacs

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

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

I make kids from my audience need doctor visits

The speakers need bleach when I speak my inner thinks

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

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

My tongues split, like a serpent with a tight grip

on my mic spewing quick from out my esophagus

My dead heart tears apart my vocal box and flapping lips

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

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

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

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

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

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

im deep I creep from beneath so watch ur toes

cause commotion with explosions for my enemies and foes

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

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

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

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

 rip the hymens from their adolescent girls and take their names

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

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

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

 

 

School of Biznotch

SCHOOL OF BIZNOTCH

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

Red In Stone

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RED IN STONE

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

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

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

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,

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

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

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,

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

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

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

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

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

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

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

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

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump, 

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

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

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks, 

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel 

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters, 

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle, 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

Phone Vacation - Prefuse 73 - Desk, Pencils, Pens

 PHONE VACATION

Soundcloud Audio

Prefuse 73 - Desks.Pencils.Bottles

Hey did you get your phone back I've been acting whack stacking up questions that I wanted to ask you

 Made a racket downtown asking Bros yo have you seen so and so and they all told me no but did you try her phoneso

I tacke d a notice on the pole cuz I thought that you was lost bro or at the hospital yeah I'm glad to see that you're alright but I did have little a fright

The site of you is better than any text you could wright wanted to invite you a time or 2 to come and kick it with the crew but soon we recognize we had to wait for you to come on through hoping that your phone would soon be doing what it is supposed to do

Raddest Queen - Razpro - Washup

 

RADDEST QUEEN

Razpro - Wash Up

Princess biznotch is me one day ill be the raddest queen

the baddest and the gladdest only dream about such royalty,

loyal on your knees, kneel, lean up, but don't step to me

if u dare to push the envelope, ill pull u like a lever

See if keep the biznotchallenged then u clever

Watch the biznotcheck yourself before you speak of biznotch

Chill out with the biznotchangeyaflow

Stream of thought that the biznotch chase forever more  

whatever keeps the folks hitched, i nail em em like a mallet

Hammer heads who in my niche in the kitchen fill my chalice

Colorful my pallet be, brushin haters off gently

At the palace with her pals, thats the place you wanna be

Its debauchery cahoots cruising crews included too,

Hanging out, Talking bout how we used to rhyme in pews

Now these stanzas set to sell, but you know we keep it real

Musical sucess measured in a form spiritual

Hip hop heaven underground nah i don't mean hell

Like a llama spitting fresh fetched from the well

Fill another glass with those biznotch tales

Pass around what you got rhymewise with ya pals

Keep close with the folks even tighter with their ears

Do you feel me? Can you hear my clearly? check one, two

im going viral but these fools keep asking bout my style

My fashion sense in every breath i get dressed by the pen

Other rappers wrap themselves in trendy plastic sells   

get admired for their jacket brands more than their racket they call jams

Fans love the pants but don't give a damn where you stand

Fancy green grass and a mansion but your rhymes all trash

Put a cap on ya chatter time to practice all ya stanzas

119The Key to being emcee never quit the rhyme till u hacking

My other rule? No underpants, cunts, or any pansies

They can blow me kisses but dont get to ride my pony

In the land of princess biznotch, never anybody lonely

even bitches got a rhyme its a sandwish with baloney

Hungrey for some more of me, still think im just a phoney

see i got some personalities but they dont come for free

all my eyes combine and soon trignometrical design

Each ID a different side who am I? lemme decide

Never lies but i choose to recognize whichever side

provides the most to who be in the front or on my side

No surprise but its wise to verbalize where crowds can find

I apply every vibe, always color in the lines

in the sky high as ever but not all yall on my level

Like my 3 headed pandas in the sky doing stanzas

reaching crowds with more than sounds as they bounce from red

to write it down, fore to front in front of crowds you must know how they get down

tell the truth even if you only got like a few

Overstood logic means you know what coulda should

Fill your mind with OUGHTTAs and consider all that MAY or SHOULD

biznotch wanna say what you wanna hear but she do what she ought no matter how sincere she not  

Thus Spake We

THUS SPAKE WE

thus spake we  Princess biznotch said to me if you ask her who she be and her response is always 3. Yeah she got some personalities but they don't come for free, she and her I's combine and form a triangle inside cause when identities collide its like a rollercoaster ride trying to decide which one ought to be recognized. she wont tell a lie but the truths that she provide certain to be selected based on who in front and on the side, backing up her stats with facts, layin down the rhymes, stacking up the beats, maxing out the time, finally up in the sky spewing rainbows, getting high, no surprises but she wise, never crying but implying kind words each and every line, climbing out my mind and mouth we do verbalize, feeling light and darkness like they be my trusty guide, each and every color gotta vide that is supplied, as a whole the stream of light hides behind her eyes inside her mind, so as three heads upon a panda drop a verse or a stanza, what comes out, spouts about begins within and not without, reaching crowds with more than sounds as they go thru red to right in down but left the violet where it turns around, changes made in frequencies accommodating who be tasting all will be allowed, fore to front in front of crowds, you must know how they get down, so they can see a side of you, turning yellow into blue, but after all that I have learned in school I'm asking whats the truth, so i agree to sacrifice my own beliefs in light of anew, truth be looming over lying besides the logic and the would, behind what could in verse out stood, beyond evil and good, thus we spake in silence tightened lips, closed eyes, leave my ears to recognize, wisely sitting still filling in my pie, my minds eye with visions which i have implied, from listening to histories and lies, insisting blissfulness soon to collide with Princess' cries for all of us to unify, doomed to reside without any damn reply....

Don't Make Promises - Gang Starr x Dj Premier Type Beat "Heaven"

 DON’T MAKE PROMISES

Gang Starr x Dj Premier Type Beat "Heaven"

SoundCloud Audio

Don't make promises you can't keep 

or keep ears with brains connected at least an arms reach

 for even words without having been a stain 

on paper contain information that can resonate

in dreams and  can be savored 

repeatedly unknowingly lingering inside a person with a name...

or could  it be... exactly whos in front of me the same

framed mirror stained with shame pride and spit from years of lame e

xcuses pain and eye to eye moments blissful tidbits deeply fixed

 or am I just a narcissist forget the truth I'll plead the fifth 

cuz lalala I pinky promise this

 cross my fingers I hope my heart doesnt die if you refuse 

to risk this you get the jist

GCS

 GCS

GCS, Gregory Charles Schultz

my lover brother one and only best friend and impulse

 hes my dance partner prancer and my confidant

Speeding up my heart rate like a catapult

Just a little touch can make me quiver quite a bunch

Attached at the hip, hes geech, im bandit but he banned that shit

he laid so many tiles that ill be doing grout till Im out

Indulged so much me we bonded enough for an assault

Flipping notebook pages over tickled backs shoulder cats

The Tees were Traded tags tacked now his walls need plastered back

Connected when apart cause shes his half hes her facts

The whole worlds trying to figure out whats in their act

The bowl's packed his calves are firm we react standing back

Talking about the weak weakened or the weekend, brass tax

G&A all good still alive as we should

My baby boy Greg Schultz has my love that’s understood

We’ve jumped fences beat feet miles just to kick it in the woods

No biting for amanda she ask greg to smile please he shares teeth, pens in all these different colors

Minutes pass and hours last together greg commands she shut her trap

she wanna listen but theres always something that she wanna ask

his Patience always tested, back and forth confessions

hes a gift hes a present hes the past and future lessons

Geech the teacher at the school of equal love, a man does gregulate it

So its always fucking tough but do we really wanna graduate it?

in class drafting contracts passing notes letters paragraphs

On E fillin up which station? Min or his? Cigs is all we’re getting anyways so gas is his

He can read my breathing know exactly when i get ticked,

Passes me a squiggie I say he is pretty fantastic

He's the greatest listener and also the most crafty strange brain

Criminally insane how close we have gotten in our days,

nights endlessly connecting right into regret again

He keeps his distance but he always stays in close ranges,

my angel man greg vigilantly he observates me

getting ready sleeping washing me through the cracks of his eden

in the closet? Nah, but we get frisky not at all

I tell him one day everything will be OK and say

I love you greg wont you please come out and play