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aLiAs R.I.P.08
03-15-2005, 04:40 PM
my brother's shit.....

Part1:
No need for mic checks, I yell out my fly techs/
Got a crowd sobbing over a challenger who lies dead/
Well cry pests, this is never fun time when I'm next/
Every line supplies techs that create a rhyme reck/
My time? Bet. Finally I can make a guy rest/
The verbal nine spits, fatal flow is what the guy gets/
This verbal rape that can lyrically define sex/
Their skills is undressed, popped, and stained where my lines spread/
It's crime? Yes. It was caused by anger from life's stress/
They lifeless, you can see the marks on they lungs where my bars pressed/
This die-fest with rhymes that punch they lines with rights, lefts/
Drowning over my saliva so there was no use for the life vest/
This is a mere child who spits mild and still the cheers wild/
Foreal, how? Consider all the sickness that is bestowed/
I'm real proud because I'm one of the few who have the courage to speak out/
To speak loud and able to get the support from the reached crowds/
Lyrics that are able to give the people a feel to/
Unlike anybody else, reason of me spiiting the real truth/
Thinking I'ma bow down to you but only God is who I kneel to/
Possessing powers unlike no other, who knows what he'll do/
When ready to drop something, my skill is prohibited/
Emcees trying to avoid defeat because they can't live with it/
When you spit, it's shit, you bit a kid who is sick with it, now your sick with this/
Well listen bitch, the shit I flip will have you moaning like when I flick a clit/
Then a I flip the script, kick it quick, strip the prick, then kill the kid/
I can picture it, skip the hit, move on to seeing blood and let it drip/
You see I ain't the type of cat to look you in the eye and run away/
Trying to frighten me when you pull out the strap, but still I stay/
Trying to threaten me warning that this is where you layed my grave/
Either way, the only way I'll die that way is if you push and spray/
Fearless who brings fear to the fearful who brings tears/
Steers the mind the release spears the can pierce through and out a tree's rear/
It's real clear, this mere peer can ignite shit's that real fierce/
Holds dear his mind gear, but the heart he holds dearer/
The palm touches mic, the mic recieves wet activity/
The flem that possesses the destiny of the enemy/
Casualty of one who had no chance of a remedy/
Is the Men- who-be trying to attack this man-with-heat/
I am a soldier who has chosen to end the growth of those who posin/
I rose to blow all those who clone and roam like drones and take the token/
The ones provoking are left broken, or other cases are left choking/
The hoax's are left in smoke and croking, now this was the last time, and I have spoken/

aLiAs R.I.P.08
03-15-2005, 04:42 PM
Part 2:
I create a rap based on the wicked life that I'm living/
Producing lethal lyrics out of the skills I was given/
When the ears connected with the music, I was driven/
To step in and test my knowledge, Acing it with shit I'm spitting/
Equipped with the artillery held by the tongue releasing purity/
You're sure to be buried deep after taking hits from the words I speak/
Currently you ain't heard of me but my verbals will leave your word's deceased/
I work the streets but hearing your name and power hasn't occured to me/
The mind rests, awakened, unleashes a rhyme test/
The mic's best spits verbals that eat and digest/
Mc's that stepped in tryna calm this crisis/
A die-fest embraced from evil that leaves you lifeless/
I work like magic, miraculous with sadistic tactics/
Make the bad tragic, stack bars and attack with the flow I crafted/
Shatter you like you glass, in fact this rap is just practice/
I crack-heads, you got that? I got this that torture ten times that shit/
I thirst for the worst, when my tongue squirts, you become cursed/
If I’m first I’ll drop lines that’ll have your confidence dispersed/
Through my work your vision's blurred wherever my verse lurked/
Fucking jerk, expecting victory against me in my turf/
I reign supreme, redeem the name, spit, then fin the game/
I read the brain, sustain the pain then bring the shame/
Drain the lame which fades his fame with a style untamed/
Aim to bring and claim this thing rightfully mine from those I slain/
This vicious lip-gifted, spit-sickened kid glistens/
Sits, listens, then it's his, grips, hits it, bitch gets it/
Bitch is ripped, imprisoned, addition to this shitlist/
This is it, test this? Get inflicted with death script shit/
I have no care in the world about your health factor/
You should've never then claim that you is the best rapper/
Fictional minimal lyrical is ridiculed for being an actor/
I just read you through, criticized and moved on to the next chapter/
Are you serious, thinking you man in enough but when I drop something, you switch gender/
Like an army, I'm serving more shots then a bar-tender/
Mixing death with rap skills, working the lyrical blender/
Then murder your shit leaving a memory you don’t want to remember/
Punch lines with fists lined up and cutting in front of each other to punch on the next line/
While you getting the opportunity to write your fancy shit with you pen, point-fined/
I’m a fulfill a cartoon fantasy like I was Bunny, Bugs/
Tricking you to be my friend then have your ass drugged/
Tie you up on the train tracks ready to crush your guts/
Enjoying this train ride as if I was Michael Jackson on a school bus/
It’s hysterical how these niggaz think they hot with they parables/
Then fuck with the general, you wanna battle? Then let it roll/
I’ll let it go, your just making your money fucking around with random niggaz, you blend with hoes/
Or better yet a stripper tryna jump on my bars, and swing with the hotness, but your just for show/
This massacre never ends, I just keep on going/
Rhymes speeding time making it easy to see the tree top growing/
Thinking you will be able to reach the full meaning of my morality/
I’ll end this mortal concluding this combat through my fatality/
My mind blooms killer instincts that acquaints you with your doom/
The rhymes is the groom laid on top of the bars that settle your tomb/
When the knowledge is revealed, your brain is an empty room/
Fuck with me again I’ll leave your facial similar to the moon/
Your skills aren’t original, they’re like a slut, already used/
People who accompany you with sailor hats doesn’t count as a crew/
Artistic verbally and manually, projected your death from what I drew/
You don’t have the necessities to walk the streets around my shoes/
Ready for another war but I don’t need the top glocks/
I’ll treat you like a glue stick, twisting your neck till your head pops off/
I rock with the hardcore minded niggaz, you rock soft/
Going to the hospital for the flu needle is the only way you got shots/
A giant to rhyming rhythms killing with silent feelings/
No pretending especially when my mind has got you shivering/
Driven to end your living by hitting with different synonyms/
Just warning the haters with a sense of knowledge is how I’m ending this/

he younger than me....he goes on another board....just wanted to share his shit....

crazedSoulja
03-16-2005, 03:23 PM
tight mane...got skill cuz....

ThugQueen=)
03-22-2005, 03:35 PM
yes you got skillz