I astro projected myself last night, something I haven't done since I was little, it was unintentional of course, and couple days before I had sleep paralysis
Astral projection? What're you some kind of hippy You know homie don't play with that stuff Think it's time that you get a grip. See It's not really reality It's made up, just fantasy That kind of talk get you laughed at, Ate up, there's no chance that we Could look past it, move on It's just too easy to tear open What's next? You believe in fairies? Of course you do, your mirror ain't broken. What's this about being tired of us You tired already dog? This is a marathon You ain't even hit mile 10 You down for the count? Shall I carry on? This here is the rap Olympics You ain't even hit the state level Step up you like some kinda demon But i already killed it and ate devils I'm way above you, you Buzz Light year You falling with style Your missing class is like your last piece of ass Ain't been there now for a while
Burns my son, how could you undestand? My mind's stuck forever in a state of Tantric Left hand's stuck forever in a shape of a mantis My pen game is more fluid than the Atlantic I put people more underwater than the Atlantis Games over, I'm not on some Contra s!@# I'm Kull I'm straight gonna conquer s!@# F@#4 that, this is Kubla Khan with writs me calmy spit, I'm not here to contradict One man MC infantry sending lames to infancy Putting holes in their game in this league Underground sending echos to industries As people shoot each other in the streets Locked in a prison of never ending beef Rappers fire shots that are indiscret They talking !@#$ no they be writing They be talking in the sheet They all be squaking so let's end these geeks Static Wanna 16, I'll switch schemes faster than your TV can split screens I'm like the Hulk with Roid Rage Encrypted with bars that deploy hate You trapped in that boy craze? I erase MCs make em a void state No like a chessmaster with the poised play You're in check cause you'll never taste joy mate Feels like I've been gone for a minute, Burns raps smell something foul It's like the game turned up and shat its bowels People be following hip hop like its the Dao The division has caused quite the fissure They say a 1000 words equal a picture But what about one from a scripture?
Coming in the forums like a hard man Leaving them like a child in a white van You try to rap kid I seen McDonald's raps better U bars are weak ur rhymes are bitter Go back to boot camp this is kaw If u wanna try me there's the door
Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped the second Tell them n!ggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melody, it's so heavenly That ****'ll get your hips to move no 70's All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that **** mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my genes, don't worry where my pants is Get with the script it's that ignorant sh!t And they bound to get sick off of this quick But I sealin' my lips, it's a shift I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this **** Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity. RIP Capital STEEZ
It's unparalleled how I wreck this My flow flawless, no flexing Drove off with the game so wreckless One handed while the other was texting So hyped cuz I know you gon check dis Can't wait for me to drop that next ish That you already asking about my verse Like hold up homie, you breakfast I ain't even started my day yet it's Ten more rappers to eat with my set list Can't nobody rap yet that stepped this Can't nobody copy paste my next hits Keep you at bay with my lyrical hexes You wanna attempt to unwravel my nexus Go ahead B you'll just buy my next Lexus
Capital STEEZ's birthday is coming up, its been like 3 years since his death, he was such a talented young rapper. I use to listen to him a lot in my freshmen year of high school
Writin writin forever with that niceness more effort to unload bars than to type this Fightin fightin always quick as lightnin too many rhymes on time Im fishin and yall bitin critics critics always in my business got somn for yall to lick up Ill bust til Im finished Wordplay wordplay aint talkin bout my alt I "stand and deliver" leave yall quiverin in awe cold wit it cold wit it leave yall shiverin & all every line is frozen yall just quotin my bars! Amusing amusing the way you using music my muse sings while fusing different ways to use it! still laughing, laughing blasting all competitors still sick wit it like rapping "under the weather"! too easy too easy call yall cheddar, u too cheesy you only life once & Im king and no yolo never beat me! U speak soft, speak soft go somewhere and beat off Ill sit on ur couches and wont even get my feet off! Rick James, Im Rick James Ill smack you like Chapelle Unorthodox, Im a paradox like its hailing in Hell! Im done now, done now Im merely having fun now Its almost 2016 so Ill finally put my gun down :roll:
Hope I'm not too late and this doesn't sound too bad. Here goes: I'm writin this rap Cuz I ain't doin nothin else Give me your best, son, Take your good rhymes off the shelf Cuz you got no style And you got no skill Your raps are injured, son, I'm moving in for the kill I thought this was a war game, But I can't find your fight Although I know you think you're good, You're not doin it right So sit down Grab your pen And a notebook, please Cuz MC Sonny's droppin bars with ease OMG can't believe I just referred to myself as "MC Sonny"
Ease? Please Get back on your knees So you're "Mc sonny" You actually think you're funny Blowing steam like a kettle You can't break my mettle You're the jet fuel burning And im steal beams not turning You're flames can't melt me Your bars don't get felt by me Sonny you're meat Feeling the heat I speak Burn you? You're still on fire Laughing as the flames rise higher I like putting thyme On my rhymes But im running out of time So lets speed this up a little... *beat speeds up* Im a legend Bringing your end You can't defend Your burns won't mend Do you need a hand You can't even stand I think your done Only time you're not first to come You're dead last You can't go as fast Try to kick my ass? You'll be in a full body cast Im done ive said too much Shown you all what's really clutch.
Have you ever even rapped in front of people before? You're shakin on the stage Ima kick you to the floor Then I'll take the microphone And I'll finish your rap I'll even make it better People will actually clap You're not clutch; you're a joke I'm laughin You're funny I'm comin back for more You'd better start running If you can't take the heat From these rhymes, get out the kitchen But you'll fall on the way, cuz B****** always be trippin
That was pretty good guys, but let me teach yall lesson, sit down scoot ya chair up class is in session, now listen......................................................Listen up young padawan, If you not first your last So watch me blast past this trash Treat em like Ricki Bobbi after the crash If your preference was to test your intelligence By standing front of raging elephants While flapping your arms like a pelican Then congrats you did become relevent I might disappear, but I'm back a minute To hack this hindrance Gonna talk that I lack an image That my degree hacks a gimmick That Skeeters too Academic? Try to track the scrimmage Like Popeye I'll smack ya infinate Like I downed a stack of spinich Yo burns to whack to win it So you still lack the facts of winnage Will outrap and extract ya finish I'll leave ya spun on tracks of crimson Like Rowling go ahead and craft ya fiction JK you can't get past the friction Of getting randomly hit with raps that fission Tested against Some's crap: get slapped on writtens So those facts he flippin will get trapped within the facts that be stemming Where am I going with this? Extract all the filling exasper the willing cause Casper be feeling like a ghost when he spilling But like a warlord with tact I'd be killing So go ahead and rebuttal all the c%^& with thee filling