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[cornelius]

Am coming to drop slight disturbance. shit

[cornelius]

the night i retire the mic skies will be dark and gray/
intrumentals shall play in hamonics to signify the beats i slayed/
i provoked skill, and in retaliation it struck my mouth/
evoking a splender use of words and verbs/
so i spat like am epileptic/killed beats with flows so hectic/
run through emmces heads like a nueronic impulse/
they could'nt rid my terror/i threw them off a cliff/
and let the force of gravity take its course/
mercy in the rap game was their last recourse/
but i had them bunddled to be disposed/
how could i appologize for lyricly staying immaculate/
while cats celebrate and claim they dominate/
i stayed literate/ready to ride militant/
but tonight my lungs quiver for breath/
i hiphoped all this time till my death/
the legacy of an emmce is never lost/
through our lyrics and words, our souls infinitely intertwin with eternity.

[MC SKILLZ]

perfect peace.keep it up soulja

[lil zee]

gawd is the only man that will come against me and the mic//
and even after life//im still gonna be ill and tight//
and when i lay down the mic/thet shall put 16 on my tumbstone//
suckaz in the streets still runnin scared like/ i was neva gonne//
the worldz avil will be on another level//
coz when i get to the top im re-placing the devil//

[cornelius]

hey SKILLZ whats the game going to be like when you retire the mic.lil zee thanks for ya version.

[kyt]

The night I lay the mic down is the night they slay kyt/~
til my voice box cracks i aint quiting for shite/~
decks beside my death bed the pad where my pen bled/~
for all its worth print my first bars on a T-shirt/~
when I evolve with the dirt/~
I hope my seeds hear my work/~
my material tel 'em popsi stayed mad imperial/~
mad for this thing/~ clinical and sick widdit/~
owned the pedistal the others just schemed really/~
he made them seem silly/~
he worked and stayed whitty/~
had so much in the kitty/~
now he's standing next to biggy!

[2012AD]

impressive.......Im definatlly gonna keep an eye out on more of your stuff... :mrgreen:

[cornelius]

I thought i had it till E BUDDEN slaughtered it :lol:

[Kizito]

Woo wee!!

The wise will grow bald scratching heads like this day was foretold/
I did all my chores settled scores like they did it before/
the real and the foul. The skills in his soul, He bust till he's old/
Gasping, His rhymes are hot though his body is cold/
His positive raps filled gaps like they were fillers for all/
the crap that they sold. She went from dead to she is mature/
I lay the mic then help them grow like manure/

Nice thread Corn... Its really real in here man. Nice one too Kyt !!

[cornelius]

Kiz! the way you dudes be scriptin will make me go for a second verse!
i like your openner[quote name="Kizito"]Woo wee!!

The wise will grow bald scratching heads like this day was foretold/
I did all my chores settled scores like they did it before/

[wreck-a-damus]

Nice stuff con

cornelius said:

the night i retire the mic skies will be dark and gray/
intrumentals shall play in hamonics to signify the beats i slayed/
i provoked skill, and in retaliation it struck my mouth/
evoking a splender use of words and verbs/
so i spat like am epileptic/killed beats with flows so hectic/
run through emmces heads like a nueronic impulse/
they could'nt rid my terror/i threw them off a cliff/
and let the force of gravity take its course/
mercy in the rap game was their last recourse/
but i had them bunddled to be disposed/
how could i appologize for lyricly staying immaculate/
while cats celebrate and claim they dominate/
i stayed literate/ready to ride militant/
but tonight my lungs quiver for breath/
i hiphoped all this time till my death/
the legacy of an emmce is never lost/
through our lyrics and words, our souls infinitely intertwin with eternity.

[lil zee]

this is some tight shit over here nyc corn

[mceeQ]

the night i will lay down da mic
is da night i lose sight of my goals and my reason to write
i been here for a spell been inspired to fight
clouds gathered when my thoughts were ingnite-/
-d/with huge dread i think hard upon da occassion
with dead legs from all da open mic show persuasions
da chasing and running for this pop occupation
has got my heart racing/so when i put da mic down i'll flat line/
and walk the thin line between heaven and hell
so these thots dat i scribe remained caged in a cell
when da mic drops/u'll find da feedback unerring
da silence might be golden but da passion unheeding
so this mic in my hand is neva going down
till the day me and it get boxed and stuck underground!!!

[cornelius]

Q you lyricly sick and good gracious their isn't a cure!

[kyt]

I aint no preacher but... here goes

The night I lay down the mic is the 8th day of the week
I play the field cos this role was never built for the weak
I grind hard see, rome wasn't built in a week
ask the builder, he didn't lift a brick while asleep
you can call this a speech a token for the few I can reach
if you aiming for your goals, keep your feet on the street
be smart and discrete/~ hold fast with the bit in your teeth
don't settle for shit/~ what you give is as good as you get
pay a dime and get a dimes worth/~
that aint wat your grind's worth/~
sealed and written in scrolls that'll be my life's work
birthed for the ages look further than the stages
haters can go to blazes /~ better still be toast in hades
the reward for the creative is been honored as the greatest
best who ever did it the best/~ they will achieve it

[cornelius]

me and rap stick like bread and butter/
so me giving up the mic,ha, never!

cause i was only nine when these beats stole my soul/
a juvenile with criminal ties failing to smile cause times where wild/
through words i discovered i could hide the pain inside/
but years latter its still inscribed/
i lost friends who thought i was infatuated with a childish fantasy/
but when they heard me on stage they where gripped with ecstacy/
i represented a block that had no love for me, they brought impediments/
but still i forged on with my regiments/mums interpreted me wrong/
but through the struggle and pain i lent to be strong/
now am grown/ with hair on my chin/but still hipnotic when the record it spin/
your kyt!we mother a revolution one and the same/
spitting insain/ flows so hot we chocking the game/
i've climbed hills so high,i cant go back to the surface/
so i chatter my teeth when the pain resurface/
suffocated by crtics and haters who wish to drown my forcus/
and foolishly i plunged into depression and drugs/
cocain and weed made me feel invisible/
over looking my foes like they are imperceptible/
now the words of my mum dawn on me like its inevitable/
so i stretch my heart towards the sky and thank GOD for the talent i possess!
its not about the swagg or floss hiphop is the language i speek.


AM AN EMCE HOMES, REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU HATERS THINK!
THE FLAMES OF LYRICISM WHERE WRITTEN IN MY VEINS BY A DEAD MANS TEARS!
AND UP TO THIS DAY I CAN STILL HEAR HIS SOBS! CORNELIUS LEO(HOME OF THE STREET SAHIDS)

[cornelius]

eissh cats were sick in this thread,
just had to read it again, thanks to all them peeps who reped

[illexicon]

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[mimic truce]

damn.ya'll have a difficult topic. i like most of this here. i cant imagine this happening, so it be a sad day...and if it were today.....


the facts show when you relax most,
so i take a step back to a max mode
hiphop' is lines at my hands palms,
when they unfold read my first and last work
the expressions in my match words
voice and tone of my body from paths chose
trying to clasp distances that were once close,
cos once, even i pondered from a mind froze
descicions i acknowledge even those of a fast growth
ive fallen hieghts only units of time show,
n finally i touched ground, and even blew my last smoke
im sorry for every bad word....
advice, and breath stolen to enact shows
but i try represent every corner, when the facts told
i love every angle inside this aura from my glass world
i just wanted to share my talents and last hopes
seed of my grinds earth...to celebrate a new order in every child birth
the reason its time to leave now, n let the youngings figure their times chores
the gift in my last curse, if not just acknowledge this ones work
this the night i will lay down the mic cos ....
i never said the same thing twice, n you can tally my last worth....

(i dont write to beats on this site.lol...just from the heart)

[Rikambura]

The night i lay down this mike....
hiphop ancestors jus might...will turn in their graves,they will git life
waves of shock will grasp the 7 continents
they will say this is unexpected a sheer contigent
monuments will be made,in a matter of moments
it will be one torment they can't..wont take no comments
more men will be needed to make the 21 guns salute...u know man
ma story will be taught in schools it will be legendly
cos ma skills aint elementry but they were tertiary
and in the heavens amma make a grand entry..
a monastry of rap is gone what's left....nothin'
madly they will cry,cos they know m simply one amongst the many
sadly they will try to revive me some will offer to be ma nanny
grannies wil grab the mike imitatin' the very thing i represented
grammies will be presented to ma next of kins..lit the candles
he who re-kindles the game..the king now he is gone
now u all bow down or now u will all fall down
spirits will wisper and they will call out
it will be cold out....side
amma take a few wit me as they will commit suicides
world war 3 will be emminet they gon make more missiles
no freestyles if u chicken nigga go inside
cos the rainmaker a hunter is gone...u gotta speak in a lower under tone
the top dog is makin' way for the under-doggs
lemme go ahead to the underworld...the other world leavin' the motha world