Erotica Wants

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“Erotica Wants”

#16 Thus Spake Ill

 

Oh When will my lover love me down,
feel me get deep like I fantasize about
touch me get to know my every little body part
both my inner side and out, time he figured it out
The cunt gets it rough and the twat needs double stuffed
the clit gets flicked and licked with extra spit,
nipples and necks get bit with steamy whispers breathing wet
from my bum to my titty-tops, my skins like butter soft
but just rubbin it ain't enough to un-numb this damn cunt 
cause its time to start the blood pumpin... and fill me up, with all your loving
Need more him in my pockets dream of all we can accomplish
Wish we two could find the balance work it out but it's a challenge Cauze his mission only his dick jizz and not my snizz attention
Praise me taste me I'm the candy that you crave
Rape me take me I'm your bunny in a cage
  escape enrage let a man da get irate 
create a fantasy of grace as we consummate our fate
Dont wanna waste another date
Livin under grounds and Graves home maker and her mate , he and me someday, 
Blame me for your crazys, cause it's more than occasionally that we creep underneath each others skin and in our space , eat me feast three time deep in all of me please, wallys doll a lady a Lotta freak, never a tease a sleezy slut when he want fleas, a royal pain a Princess a pretty pet he can molest , a partner a puzzle piece that fits perfectly complete, repeating history once a upon epitome, happily for ever after now I really do believe, what once were ugly ducks, now are Swanns of great beauty 
 

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 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....