Who Wants a Lyrical Execution?

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forums not dead but youll be hit with a qp

not mariquana but shots in your kufi,you want bars or bullets

rollin a looseleaf make classics like oldies by destroyin newbies

then spit so i will leave you injured on benches

at times life hands you lemons despite best intentions

 
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*quad city djs, ride it beat*

autie luke is gay, and she quiet

superlame aint play it and aint buy it

name a hit from this git been doing it since i was 6

all she do is yell strip she a minor, where the hits

all about vagina, bitches say he aint hittin shit

though he did lick the clit of a kid he admits

dat mumbo jumbo that he sayin what the fuck is he sayin

every1 from m-i-a- bout sellin cocaine i aint playin

strippers playin striptease 9th grade fake ids

f-l-a we sick, luthor gots no disease

he a virgin ivy league yall all sing along with me

we know he the police cause he only sold the weed

should of told that ho before luke my neice or auntie

if i go to m-i-a ill be luthor hunting

you the king every queen only wants one thing

for you to open up ur mouth bitch and put it on my thing

*hook*

now u rappin think im cappin do u wanna hear the plastic

magnum rappers thanks fantastic witness never saw it happen

on the muthafuckin map, tampa aint u coming back

know whats in the m-i-a heard a record its a rap

fuck yo bitch, gun yo bitch

a-m ova after 6

dats years thats fear no golds no tears

only nigger at the top with cracker juror of his peers

2 live crew appears only in the m-i-a

how a nigga that successful 3-0-5 aint sold no weight

if he good as he appears he got sons like girly kids

every ghetto muthafuckaz im just tellin it how it is

felon like a bid in the streets 4 only hos

how u fuckin every ho when game to u is dominos

everybody else got a uzi in the house

playin it while sellin weed and just pulled it out his spouse

*hook*

how the fuck is u a pimp who the fuck is yo wife,

that she lets her rapper husband chill with strippers every night

i aint sayin that she snitchin cuz somethin aint right

niggaz like that in dorms yo away with my knife

man i call it like yall saw it i cant tell on my folk

elbow got u aint sang it, did it luthor cambell

im still waitin to get bailed couldnt tell still in jail

realized he the police stealin mail, couldnt smell

rats aint on the beach u cant catch him he in cleats

4 my niggaz doing life luthor c, the police

man the base in tampa bay it is dope never play

got him doing shit on tape, st8 death row no escape

where my muthafuckin deal, u is fucked, this is real

15 years at fsp executed with appeal

so i know a couple songs, autie luke my favorite ones

aint no pussy like clean pussy, u so pussy here the gun

8-1-tray 8-1-tray every muthafuckin day

when the nurse did rounds i showed her my a-k

ILL BLOW OUT UR BRAINS AND DENY IT *whoop whoop*
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isaiah.is.god@gmail.com
 
i was born in 96 i got used to my daddys dick

nothing what i say is true except the shit that i spit

like my dads a rapist and my moms a fuckin whore

i killed everyone and then hid the corpes on the first flour

i had to do chores, and my dick is harder than four

smashed you in the head with a baseball,

then the crowd shouted ''score''
 
call my dick stuart because its very little

sittin n munchin muffins on the side of a fuckin skittle

keepin it fresh like the joker and the riddle

whos licking peanut brittle of eachothers testicles

im not suicidal or a rapist who likes butter

i hate people who stutter and people who shots putter

i walk around with a knife in the middle of the summer

brought my bmw to finally burn some rubber
 
knocked on your door then the bell said ''ring ring''

left a bee sting, a shoestring from beijing

you wouldnt answer so i took to a bat and made a swing

now your door's gone just like martin luther king

took a shit on your welcome door-mat then the smell decided to yell

''fuck you housekepper for not answering when he rang the bell''

thats how it goes if you dont answer ill fuck you up

tear you apart and hang you up-side down like a bottle of ketchup

you can hear from my words that im insane and all messed up

my family isnt better they're getting blazed at the cannabis cup

i should have come with them cause they're having the time of their lives

met up with some bitches with some kaviar and a couple of knifes

the kaviar is for the bitches and the knifes are spared for a surprise

ill give you a hint, dead bodies in my basement for me to stack up as piles
 
i didnt get in to heaven, now im sitting here with the devil

whos telling me to wash the disches, squash the beef, and get an extra pedal

i dont give a fuck man, cause i dont fuckin have an arm

grew up on a farm with a right arm and a retarded mom
 
i've been forced to bend over and toss the salad cause im in jail

the man who bent me over was a male with a wodden tail

he left a card and a trail in my ass for me to inhale

now my brain is going insane cause i put the meth in the wrong vain

the meth pumps me up and makes me slap hoes like a blue whale

who doesnt move around and throws up upon a set of snails

i was hungry of all the weed and meth so i bought my self a scale

i put it in the mail then took a sip of my ginger ale

now im standing infront of a church preeching about the holy grail

but religion is for faggots, id rather live my life in my own way
 
smashed a fucking cockroach then i fed it to my fucking bitch

who didnt know i put a roffie in it, cause im ice as shit

then i fucking sliced her tit, with a balisong and a bitch whos fit

in her fucking wedding dress, and now shes fuckin proud as shit

then the fucking cops came and i said i wasnt part of it

put a fucking drumbstick up my ass now i cant fucking sit

listed numbers one to six, tripple and ice picks

odd future wolf gang and drakes a faggot and a dick
 
Anyone wanna write about anything that means something? Whats the point of just shovin a bunch of lyrics together and only worrying about rhyming? I challenge anyone on this to write about life whether it be inspiring, sad, strange, deranged, but most of all true. Kinda like this...

I’m a missionary set out to be nothing less then legendery

Till im dead and buried 6 feet deep up in the cemetery

I’m makin my world my own FULL CONTROLL of my destiny

Makin myself at home at the top for everybody to see

Till the death of me till there aint nothing fuckin left of me

Imma be all I can be, cant you se its my blood my creed

Imma be freed, n relieved n you better believe imma gonna achieve

Heights that no one has ever reached, Just get your tickets and grab your seat

As I put on these clinics for critics and analytics

But this is your music for you to just hear it

HEAR IT in my LYRICS LET IT BE FOOD FOR YOUR SPIRIT

Your passion your purpose is always worth it,

theres bumps on the path its never perfect

Life is like math, it works if you work it

And I’m fairly certain I’m here for a purpose NOT JUST A BLIP ON THE MAP

And perhaps it aint glamerous no flashing cameras or audience claps

But if I can just change--- 1 life for the good--- was rightious whenever I could

Then wherever I stood I can accept that it was all for good

want more.....?

Call me Michael cuz I might go

Suipsycho on this mic tho

Lashes and Cuts comin out my wind pipe

Everybody panik cuz here comes the Dark Knight

Flick goes the spark of every beatin heart

SILENCE……..Cuz the violence must start

I’m a KILLAAAA Comin out and theres no where to hide

Attack full a rap and now I’m Mr. Hyde

Jeckells in the kitchen preppin who must die

I got split personalities and fallacies I fail to see

I just can’t stop this thing TAKEN OVER ME

IM BUSTIN AT THE SEAMS DOC I NEED A SUTURE

FIX ME UP QUICK SO THE GAME STILL HAS A FUTURE

Its too late it won’t wait … I have no way of Stoppin it

I stole the baton and theres no way I’m droppin it

NO CHAINS NO GUNS NOT EVEN A FUCKIN FELON

BUT WHEN I GET ON STAGE YOU CAN HEAR THE CROWD YELLIN

Now listen up real close cuz Imma only tell ya once

Yall need to rap for passion instead of rappin for funds

Quit spittin for the fame or ur name will always live in vein

TELL US OF THE PAIN, THE INSANE AND DERANGED

Care less about who you claimed n more about who knows ur name

Take pride in your work cuz u muh fuckas all sound the same

I shouldn’t have to buy ur album to see if you a human or not

There should be a disclaimer on ur cover warnin us ur a robot

MONEY HOES AND MURDER ---- MURDER HOES AND MONEY

ADD THAT ALL UP AND WHAT U GET IS FUNNY

100 Percent of the stereotype hip hop now has

Organically grown from jazz NOW IT HAS NO CLASS

NO INTELLEGENCE NO INTELLECT AND DEFINITELY NO SHAME

MAKE UP THE 3 INGREDIENTS OF THE RAP GAME

But who do we blame, when we listen all the same?

I CAN FEEL IT COMIN I’M SO GLAD I CAME

TO THE SECOND COMETH OF THE RAP GAME

Where we as listeners demand more from the artists

Push them to the limit and see how FAR THEY GET

Brilliance will BREED Hip Hop will rise from the SEED

By Reincarnation VIA Proclamation of our Nation

Changin Stations n Recordin tracks in the Basements

Bein Honest Bein True Being Proud of What You Do

Read a book Take a class Just get yo heads up out of yo ass

You SPAT on the Game when you lusted for the FAME

You Probably don’t even remember YOUR OWN REAL NAME

YouR soulless like a Ghost is……

I can’t even focus on you without CHOKIN

I’M A FREIGHT TRAIN CARRYIN STRAIGHT BIO-HAZARD

I’M A DANGEROUS LYRICAL LINGUISTIC SPITTIN BASTARD

I’M A BEAST IM A DRAGON

N IM BLOWIN SMOULDERIN BOULDERS AT THESE RAPPERS SHOULDERS YOU FUCKIN HAS BEENS!!

The GAME is now caught up to all U rappers antics

Now whats LEFT is for yall to PLAY IN TRAFFIC

While drenched in napalm fuel and I fly by light the FUSE

Your lives are my choose, win or lose I’M KILLIN UR WHOLE CREW

Who would of thought these rappers were so flammable?

I guess that’s what bein only made of PAPER will do

SEE IM REAL AND RAW LIKE FUCKIN RABID DOG

OFF THE LEASH READY TO FEAST ON ANY RAPPER LOOKIN SWEET

SNIPED AND SPOTTED I GOTTA GO AFTER 2 CHEEKS

2 Chainz… I Mane. Ill refrain from the lame ol same

IMMA HIT YOU wit something FRESH AND NEW

Like----What the fuck happen to you?

You must of got dropped way to many times

Cuz I can’t quit thinkin RETARD when I’m hearin ur Rhymes

Your CONTENT IS SO NON-EXISTANT

If I didn’t know you were rappin I would have thought you were KIDDIN

IS THIS A JOKE? AM I BEIN PRANKED?

IT SEEMS LIKE TO BE ON TOP I NEED TO BE MISSIN A BRAIN

Or Need Braids and Gold teeth

and preferably somebody would have already shot me

Then maybe I’ll be considered for the position

Maybe I’ll be FUCKIN DUMB ENOUGH for yall to start listenin

This ain’t a Beef Track or Attack

Just the FACTS that HIPHOP is now a CICUS ON CRACK

The Reputation of the Game had been Diminished

Depleted -- Deteriorated -- Deflated – Too FINISHED

Hopefully this will spark some inspiring flows....

-- Phoenix Rising --

 

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