Game Tourist

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GAME TOURIST

#15 Thus Spake Ill

You know I like to play cause I always act insane

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

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

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

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

but in reality my rhymes have constantly been stackin 

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

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

I plan on tossing boulders get you brushing off your shoulders

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

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

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

Let me try a little bit.

 

The Dope Crew

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“THE DOPE CREW”
#14 Thus Spake Ill
 
The kids in my clique lick blood straight from my wrists
and as they sleep in ditches I like to trick the little pricks
I'm the liquor that they mix im the poison im the fix
the blast the mish mash the red the blue the black
All our families r getting distant cause were fightin for our caskets
My dudes run hard but i fasten tact upon they ass but
when my band of irrational maggots in a jam
they be asking where Im at cause im nasty on the track 
on the grind each mind I come across I do inflict cause this chick's spit's like so legitimate 
it's so delicious it's a shame for you to miss, the kids in my audience need doctor visits, the speakers need bleach when I leak my inner thinks, 
I Spike souls of hollow drones and imprison organisms with my visions cause my mission is collision into  schism
Im the pitch the fork the poise who plays destroy
I toy so coy, guided by a blind surmise, abide by tendencies to wreck the  the vine the ups the spine
Till we finally arrive back in time for we deny
Welcome to my dome come along and take a ride
im an endless magazine of slugs, a myriad of lies
In the land without a buoy we dont bob from side to side
we deep we slip we sink we shoot the shit to keep us right
Run away says my craze but my blunt mind says sit tight
Navigate through the maze murder time live praise
I crave a taste of brave I'm the cool from out the cave
I'm the kiss on rotting flesh cause I'm in this thing to save
your a little turned off so away with all your thoughts
listen to my beats as I drown you in the trough
take away your long face ill jump inside your lonely heart
My dark cannot be contained bumpy route is where Im bound
I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little nark
Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start
 I hop and skip like pulses I  stay poise never tarnished
death wishes bleed like bitches pinned under hills like fishes
I aim for prizes in the valley i'm the sniper righteous
like bukkake crime crews my archery your demise
i advise you keep your eyes diverted from this spectacular sight
kick your will my way i crop it n testafy it
fumble you like a crumb toss your toes n tar them
Im amanda kellah hamlin made to end all of your fun
The past held me down delayed my ballet for hours
every now and then my nervous posture took me south
My mind spun entirely around , I fired off my Five Deez
In my mind like a samurai im a truely blesed emcee
You showed me G-code I held tight my cross sticks
in slow motion you get owned by sticky tricks
The next side winder just another sleeze, i stab it
Im the cage after ribs Im going straight for all the calfs
Get it Fight Kick it stick with lyrics super thick
In fear some insist keep it tight but i resist
you cant subdue me but im truest in the crew
I abuse the right to sleep I accuse the pews
While im strapped embedded locked in a Tabernacle
A fox no den a crock of hungry wolves in zen\
My eyes say quiet time while my blue work on the lines
I apply the vibe and take the ride across the endless sky
My trails weave in and outta flimsy ties
my chemisist decides who shalll live and who will die
I fade in and out but i was made to get it out
I shout I rap Ill trap you Ill attack
But never willl I tell you all about the way back
When suicidal losers wanna get that little thing they lack
I lay down the facts and hang them upon the rack
I used to lose it cause this monkey's  on my back
Now hes my main criptic passenger im glad to have him stacked
Shit gets risky quick when fools wanna roast my mind
like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll get you right
Never slay but rule of thimble kinda nice
Im a doll, son of a biscuit, coppin' dice
Roll the glock over top it off cause im outta sight
My clique got caught rockin me from under spots
like a bob cat walkin modeled me cause im so nice
Love this shit to pieces but im bleeding out my christ
drippin on your gown red blood from my mic
 

Fit The Mold

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“FIT THE MOLD”

#13 Thus Spake Ill

 

You think im out my zone cause i dont really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make kids in my audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly  Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn,  my stubborn cunt's sure just me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
 has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided