I want some talented niggas

C'mon now, I want some talented ass mother fuckers to come spit at me...

I’m twitchin’ once, no, twice, and now I’m commin’ for you/ So you better strap up, and call yo bitch ass crew, too/ Yeah you got yo niggas, and I got mine/ but my niggas got glocks, A.K.s, Tommys, ‘n nines/ Fuck with me, and you’ll be swimmin’ with a pocket fulla stones/ Broken bones, and you mommy screamin’ “baby come home!”/ Call it a rap fest, a rap tourney, or a rap quest/ I’m from tha dirty, dirty south, battling, north, east, and west/ Listen to my ability/ To flow wit this ease and this agility/ Cuz yo my rhymes are actual/ Unlike your shit, mine’s factual/ This shit ain’t fiction/ It’s friction of the diction/ It’s the function of a fraction/ My lyrics knock bitches deaf so I spit in open caption/

Battling world wide --iwont4getthis1@yahoo.com

mine be one true voice hear it or not make your choice as i deliver the illest flow making u shiver as if u cacthing a cold while i terror sharp like a razor be uncut and raw turning bitch niggaz straw never demanding just commanding crushing all my enemies to worthless roman pennies accross the globe spreading my empire so i never godamn expire unless i decide to retire so please sit back watch the the show like a soap opera as i blow to fame educating the rap game like never done before

as soon as i enter/screams already delivered/i don't battle career amateurs/coz i'll merely vanish her /even ghost will wonder/he'll call me commander/ :shock:

he's army'll surrender/and i'll kill all offenders/thou shall it be/coz i ont hav a weapon/i carry uzis an glocks/to kill all tha demons/i write revolutionnary tracks/as anthems for tha marches/i'm tha best/nobody matches/i impose coups/like did hugo chavez/petrol mogul/4 my ford escal-a'z/i kno u'r entertained/thus!i hav a realm 2 reign/i hav 2 leave/ :arrow:

THEY AINT NO EXACT WORDS FOR YA WACKNESS
MO' I THINK ABOUT IT-YA'LL NIGGAZ NEED PRACTISE
BUT EVEN THOUGH, YOU'LL STILL BE LACKIN' TACTICKS- MEN FUCK THIS..
IT TAKES A POET, TOM DICK N' HARRY MCZ DONT FALL FOR IT
PRETEND YOU NEVER SAW IT-LIKE SIDE EFFECTS OF A SPLIFF BEFORE YOU BLOW IT...BOMBERCLAT-YA FAKE RHYMES ARE SHALLOW LIKE SOME UNDREAGE TWART, EVERY TIME YOU SPITT YOU GET BUSTED BY ART,
NIGGAZ LIVE LONG BUT THEY STILL UNDERAGE-AM GONNA STICK A "PG" SIGN FRONT YA HEAD-NUFF SAID...
NB: GOTTA END HERE, AINT GOT MUCH TIME ON THE NET
HOLLA BACK
SPREAD THA WORD...

YO THIS IS THE INTRO, TO THE MOST THOUROUGEST NIGGA
I CANT FEEL YALL NIGGAS, COME AT ME NIGGAS
I GOT A HEART FULL OF RAGE, A MIND FULL OF HURT
A TEMPER LIKE A BULL, THAT WILL RIP YO SKIRT
YALL GIRLIE TYPE NIGGAS JUMPED ON THE WRONG BOAT
SO I GOTTA SUBRACT U NIGGAS, LIKE I CUT MY COKE
MAKE A MESS OUT YOUR LIFE, STAY PREEYIN TO CRIST
AND HOPE TO GOD I STAY COLD , WHILE IM TOUCHIN THE MIC
CUZ WHEN I GET HEATED IS ALL OVER FOR YOUR REP
ASK ME HOW I DO IT, YO I DO IT TO DEATH
TAKE A PORTION OF YOUR BLOOD, FEEL THE HEAT FROM MY SLUG
DIP YO BODY IN SOME ETHER, KICK YOUR REMAINS UNDER THE RUG
GULLY AND GOON BODYS, STAY WALKIN MY BLOCK
SO WHEN U STEP, HOPE U PACKIN, CUZ U MIGHT GET SHOT
WITH THE GLOC, OR THE UZZ, PUT YO FACE ON THE NEWZ
9 OCLOCK BROADCAST, SAYS KNUCKLES IS A FOOL
SO U WANNA BATTLE GO AHEAD AND SET THE POST
PUT MY NAME IN FRONT OF YOURS, AND GET BUTTERED LIKE TOAST...... WHAT

nigga, no disrespect, but your lines are too shallow!!!! Drop your ego, sit down and write proper lines.

No doubt,
i "present" this "gift"//
"rapped" like it was a part of your christmas wishlist//
spit out the "illest" shit at "pricks"//
like they just got "syphillis sickness"//
mcees can't get to what i've go equipped//
like UN inspectors moving through Iraq's cities//
when animals attack, i'm on your back like Canadian Grizzlies//
i ain't lying, brave like a lion, i move like a cheetah swiftly//
control mics like a Safari Rally gears, mcees can't out shift me//
i perpetuate this flow from sharks who can't swim in its deep waters//
with more game ran than cocaine lands between Mexico/US borders//
i'm in it to win it/ i'm not a gimic/ you can tell it in my spirit//
where there's no limit/ to how i depict this/ still young black and gifted//
mcees best quit quick/ n exit/ b4 the feel the leverage of the mic in my fist//
where when i slam the floor like Thor the earth blackens and everthing ceases to exist//