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

 


Mr. Mic

Listen To Mr. Mic on Soundcloud

(Sage Francis - Giants and Midgets)

 MR MIC

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,
hope you are listening cause i'mMR MIC

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,
oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,
hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in
long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,
but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing
I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,
But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya
Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? 
a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, 
like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp
No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse
You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,
You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign
oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,
Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,
What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,
Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,
Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home
Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify
You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime
The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer
You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right
No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,
You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,
Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies
You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,
You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,
You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,
You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between
Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's
Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot
You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts
Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths
Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing
Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem
Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass
Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,
The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,
You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,
Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,
You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,
You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming
Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate
Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates
Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools
The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'
So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,
You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,
I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,


Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two.... about to plug it in
long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,
but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing
I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,
But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya
Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? 
a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, 
like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp
No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse
You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,
You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign
oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,
Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,
What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,
Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,
Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home
Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify
You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime
The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer
You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right
No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,
You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,
Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies
You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,
You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,
You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,
You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between
Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's
Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot
You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts
Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths
Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing
Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem
Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass
Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,
The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,
You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,
Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,
You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,
You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming
Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate
Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates
Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools
The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'
So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,
You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,
I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,


Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....


V.2
so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,
oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,
hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in
long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,
but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing
I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,
But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya
Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ? 
a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers, 
a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirp
No matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - 
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or church
You make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,
You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough
 you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maign
oh mr microphone you just like a little ho
you be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,
Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,
Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,
They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya home
Any hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplify
You don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,


(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line 
Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's hand
winds ing-round-the chime
The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right
No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,
You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,
Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies
You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,
You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,
You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,
You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between
Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's
Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot
You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts
Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths
Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing
Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem
Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass
Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,
The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,
You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,
Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,
You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,
You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming
Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate
Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates
Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools
The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'
So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,
You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,
I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....

Tryna Be A Man Da

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“Tryna Be A Man Da”

#12 Thus Spake Ill

 

Can I get an A for this dude trying to be a man

Da thats me can you keep up with these stanzas?

Ego straight bitch, I hugged myself into da clink got me poppin what they say black my lashes up a bit cause im back full attack this time brought my pack of cigs cause i aint no princess biznotch for the kids said my piece bout the neck now im reping where im at cause im underground for good but im sticking with the facts

Im a chick weak clique but im straped with rhymes for miles 

I was raised in the burbs, hip hop brought me smiles

took me out the picket fence, ima henchmen on the bend   

cause I call my daddy Wu when I feel i gotta vent

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent,

Sent on a death dash every fool who on the set

Wanna talk lead shower but they flows go sour

Cause beyond the surface top live a girl who got power

So heres your princess, simply distresslesss

You can shake me poke me rape me but I never will confess,Cause this chick god blessed with a love for mental festering,One day ill caress all you heads with messy things

Cause yeah I'm kinda goth with a buttress fully stocked,

While im strapped embedded locked in a Tabernacle box

Like a fox in a den except im hungry for the shocks

Take me out rent me PLEASE I got the pussy chicken pox

Wanna hop and skip your pulses make you ask ya dude what? 

Cause I Love this shit to pieces but not sure if you inoculated, yet, if you crew, if you hear with one or two, can you recognize game if I’m rocking me some blues?

Can’t subdue my endless chew out of these rappers in the stew cause I got a lot of flavor you can call me bouillon cube, NET worth: Lambourghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini, 

My torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini,

I fade in and out but i was made to get it out

I shout I rap Ill trap you and believe me Ill attack

After taking out your ribs im going straight for the calf,

One day this ill I got’ll spat upon the track, but for now I keep on cackling’ cause you still think Its an act

I used to lose it get confused when emcees spew clever cues,

Now im the same way I stick em just right where I choose

Im amanda kellah Hamlin, sent to end the damn parade

Here to set your float ablaze, Ill ruin anybody’s day

I’m a sinner please forgive me but my niche just needs a fix,

My pseudo-afro pick tell you I somewhat give a shit

I crave a taste of brave I'm the cool from out the cave

I'm a kiss on killahs graves guess how I praise the ones who ain’t been laid

your a little turned away so off with all your thoughts

I’m a little sharp spark pluggin straight into ya heart 

I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little nark

Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start

My death wish bleeds like a bitch does from her knees

I never tease but damn how I can keep sleezes like a Super righteous sniper I bukkake by my Mic-holds, check my prose, then repeat, you swear to god how I disclose

In my mind like a samurai im a truely blesed emcee

You showed me code I held on tight through the doom and out the free,

Still rock in slow motion you get owned by my sticky tricks

The next side winder up dominatrix 

Shit gets risky 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

You ain't a head until you got mad plights trying to blind ya this hip hop plight like demons feeding mice

 provide flows by rhyme alone without context get you toast! If my tongues kinda tied ill la la la till the pen dies but when I’m outta tries, its t9ime to recognize.  

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 

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

Ima pass on dthis, said I when I shoulda wowed

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, I'm a HUE-man, a white whore wit some poise, I swat at your flies for your cause my arms my only toy I chase beat shoot the shit and claim crime be on the rise just cause I can’t see nobody smiling wide outside my lion pride