Fit The Mold

51

“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

 

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---