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[Beesting]

Beef kills come eat mince

When Bee is on this site niggers get feverish
Cos I’m a cold ass emcee and I swip feet till nigger knees go trembling
Bitch ma rhymes got serious flu cos I flow quickly more than mucus on your nose dripping
So be sure you got your shit hot cos this Bee ain’t coming down here with soft shots
Put ya self on pause when you ain’t sure where you heading or be sure u find a torch
Or prepare for a quick burial cos this boy’z skill will kill ya faster than Schumacher riding a porch
Some shit I’ve been doing to weak emcees who tried to take me for a ladder in this African Hip Hop
Burn their asses to ash like no other and didn’t give a fuck if they took it personal or if they were emcee on current top spot
Call me the lyrical gangster, cos I shoot nines, put bitches on the line, if they fuck with mine
Sicker than a felon criminal, I rape emcees and screw their moms verbally while stealing their crowns
But I’m not yet king to this, cos the only crowns I’ve been stealin’ been possessions of street clowns
Claiming they got skills, yeppin’ shit, these niggers make me sick with these rap pop ups
Bee is true to this, and I tell you beef kills, so come rhyme with me, I’ll feed you straight mince
Still an ambassador from ikasi lami, I came here to represent, mfana ang’li dlali idysi
Head of this Plastik gangster rappers who been claiming they got the clique on this site
Came here to claim my seat, and if you think you got it, come let do it gangster and dirty gully
I stuff mics into nigger’s ass, leave ass holes gaping, and that’s the only way you wanna-be (Bee) gangster niggers be flowing
Bitch I don’t gang bang, but when I come, ma punches go bam on your face, you be like a bitch covered on sperm
Still claiming this lyrical gangster rapper seat, with evolution set in to action, cos gangsters got knowledge for this nation too
Still introducing lyrical thug life, these bitches better read between the lines cos Bee is back with the lyrical glock taking lives
This’s a call out to all those who think they got gangster heart, let do this shit with art, and see who got the fight
Let the art of war unfold, blood spilling on this battle spot, until the hard elite be selected among the soft.


Straight call out to anyone that thinks they can kick it on a lyrical gangster level. If you think you got it drop your ish. Don't even try if you doubting and if you gonna cry about ish. Those who can set rules set them and let the Art Of War Unfold.

[mceeQ]

u asked for lyrical suit of death/so i'ma burn ur like a iron/bars siuting da tailored face of death/
gun totting gangsta robbed of ur street respect/coz i had u crying in da open razor blade to ur neck/
i swipe ur master card based lyrics/these post N.W.A era gangsters are epitomy of gimmicks/
and i'm being a cynic, from ekasi which wasn't scenic/producing mega hertz bars and beats like alchemist/
words so explosive was dubbed da word chemist/more blemished than Brenda Fassie's career and crack habits/
a verb savage marauding average rap asses/i look away from yall like Ronaldinho's through passes/
ripp any syphas with bullets of Macgyvers/haters be hating but i give em hot showers like water geysers/
child minders! u mind ur baby raps/coz u know dat ishh stinks wheneva ur baby decides to crap/
place yall on a bed of electrodes/coz dats da only way culd shock us with distinguished current flow/ :lol: :lol: :lol:
was'gud Bee :lol: :lol:

[Beesting]

That's some ish dawg. But here is your feast for the night even though there wasn't enough time to cook it.

I got respect for niggers who got balls, but I still lyrically rip their foreheads and pull out their eye balls
Told this bitch, he should’ve got a torch, cos now his lost in this lyrical mash, referring to Brenda as his role model of hip hop
This nigger wouldn’t succeed even if he done pop, cos his spit pops up like Brenda’s lyrics from an unprepared white pop idol
Bitch is on the chemical plot, dude the only chemist you know is that mandrix dealer down ‘ur street you’ll visit tonight, dawg
Spitting ill shit from day one I got used to intoxicating fake gangsters like you who think can take shot
Actually, the call out was for lyrical gangsters, not for wanna be physics lectures who know shit about the streets
Rhyme is on point, rap is intact, ready to calm this kids erection taking him back to soft spots
But, shit I got no beef with u dawg, cos what in front of me is no steak but some shit already grinded to mince
So kid step off, or ensure you set your riffles on point steppin’ your game up if you wanna phase this Bee
But nigger don’t blame me, and regrets I don’t wanna see when your weak ass is exposed to all these emcees
With Bee emcee(Q)s retire, come back thinking’ their rhyme ‘s on fire, nigger that’s why I’m still here to remind u that fire of ‘urs is made out of papers
Famous for terrorizing these lyrical turfs, bitch I get in your mamma’s kitchen, cook real beef with ma dick and show you who’s the master chef
I cause damage in this lyrical crime zone, ma raps like potent coke, weak emcees choke when they try the smoke
Like Biggie I’ve set commandments, a booklet for self reference, but don’t get twisted cos I still go beyond and brake bones
Nigger, I’m d van Dame in this blood spot, doesn’t matter if you consider your self the strongest, I still brake you down and solve u like high school math formulars

[mceeQ]

welcome 2 da underground dude ur outta ur depth/screw face lookin' like u need air pumped into ur chest/
i POP off two bars and air out both ur lungs/and cross me forehead in prayer like a catholic nuns/
got da street rapper in me busting outta ma skin/stabbed a man once and swore i wouldn't do it again/
but you wearin' ma patience thin like super models/didn't get cuddles as a kid now u wanna rumble/
i remove u from ur circle of frends and put u in a box/outspoken with lyrics fitted with red dots/
i'll chop u to pieces like Brazilian drug dealers/and wat da fcuk u know about "tic" when you live in da surburb's/
cat neva touched da pavement street brawls broke bottles/on heads/i twist ur stringy ass like a loose dread/
and u dread ma skills verbal murda chalk ur name in/ur raps is light in comparision like Tswana's 2 west African's/
you a cardboard gangsta you not fitted 4 this/and i don't need ma punch lines ending with da word B*tch/
u wack rhymer and don't need me to expose it/ur spits sound like they were ghost written by kwaito artist/
so da Q and Bee are only pronounced together in Nas songs/u rhymin' with a "buzz" so dat u culd cum strong/

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

[Beesting]

Putting this kid down to his position I expose his fake ass in this gangster clique
Claiming his stabbed a man face to face, while he never even poisoned a rat
Nigger don’t fuck with thug life, you bloody midget, get off me nigger, you’s just a lil runt
Had some respect for your first drop, but now I got non cos you came weaker than fly weight going against Tyson
Nigger I’m the Byson on this street fight, I brake back bones, cripple emcees if they think they got it
This kid has been watching a lot of movies, referring to Brazilians and drug dealing
Maybe his watched them high on mandrix confusing Brazilians with Italian Mafia shit
Bitch look at me carefully, I don’t sniff from electric bulbs, unlike you, to me tik is a high school kid thing
That’s why you got this energy, bitch is high on crystal methol, saying Bee is a suburban kid
Yeah kid, I left ma mums pozzy, now I’m holding it down in tha Wood like Ozzy
Wena you still sharing a bed with you sister, I fucked her yesterday, she said you shouldn’t know it
I can imagine your broke ass eKasi, asking for five bobs, chilling at the corner mugging school kids, now you think you’s a thug
Bitch come along with Bee I take u on a journey through thug life and show you where the real is chilling
With your petty crimes I put you on medium D’s B block let the gangsters sodomize u or crack your skull if you refuse boy

[mceeQ]

No you didn't!!!! Mention ma sisters in ur spits jus shows how low some cats stoop to get street cred................

i don't know wat rural village you from btwn mthatha and cape town/when i spit all civilians need to get down
and i'm not talking about da dance u a kwaito fan/i'm a next gen spit kicker u shuld be in a marching band
i got mad soul blood money invest in these visuals/and i slay masichist cross eyed homosexuals
such as da bee da last time he saw a p*ssy/was when he was whoopin' ass fcukin' his grandfathers donkey/
this cat sucks so much d*ck his mouth is permanently a O/you a well beaten path and so is ur a-hole/
u deserve to be at da bottom i chin cheek such/u such big a-hole need matress as sanitary pad/
and u say u poppin slugs and dumpin' shells/u was playing in da mud with ur pet turtles/
these internet gangster b*tchez have really gotta go/howz it feel when some one tell u don't even have a flow/
if i say ur stupid i'm insulting stupid people/u so fat you stepped on a scale said to be continued/
b*tch you wack plus u lack da essential knack/take m advice an early night go and hit da sack/


enuff of da silliness guns and gulliness/putting holes in faggots is part of da business
poisons dipped bullets sharp tipped like AK's/or blunt out ur reality like pump action waves/
rayban's tinted so u don't see iris moving/you can try u matrix sh*t but ma gun is da pause button/
not a movie u be needin witch doctors n such/kids hearts and kidneys coz walk with a crutch/
'bout to hi-jack ur citi golf flow/and i'll blast ur in da chest with no second guesses joe/
kidnap ur coward ass and keep u in bliar pit/coz truth be told you ain't nothing but sh*T
seperate da two da street rapper and emcee/u muff dive ur gal when i sh*tted on her p*ssy/
and we smeared dat sh*t with vomit and dog piss/and came hard on this chick cum on da iris/
street concrete disciple with demon energy/seperate skull from spine to kill u permanently

[Beesting]

Okay boy, I been out of the office. But, I'll give you some some tomorrow cos I got some work to do.

Keep it lyrical gangster dawg. But, remember I told u ukuthi no crying.

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No you didn't!!!! Mention ma sisters in ur spits jus shows how low some cats stoop to get street cred................

Do you think I knew you have a sister. Dawg that fucked up telling me I'm trying to get street creed. It's fucked up. What about you saying you stabbed someone, what the fuck is that. Have you ever stabbed anyone in your life, nah, I think.l So between me and you who's stooping to get street creed? Fuck dawg. If youy wanna battle, battle. Don't come crying about shit to me.

[Beesting]

Okay dawg. I took a lil time-out off work to give you this. Moja. Hope you enjoy.

Let me keep a promise for this MC Queuing for murder list
I done exposing his weak ass, now it’s time for me to raise my fist
Watch me finish him off quickly like a cup of Nesquick
Dump his weak ass down the gutter and flush that fake gangster shit
Still cold ass emcee, ripping flushes, temperatures descending
Inactivating the spread of fakeness disease, it’s Bee doing the clamping
Fakeness been advancing for years, sure this kid couldn’t miss this shit
Now he drops down here to Bee crying, this bitch better be deceased
Or face defeat, cos you fail on deceit, sayin’ Bee’s down for street creed
Cos I got you face exposed, so now you make this sentimental toast,
With a glass full of tears, and you think that shit is West Coast
Bitch, I got no electronic handkerchief, but, for u I got spectacles
For your eyes to see when the trench is doing the gapping
Cos now I’m done with the jabbin,
Bitch it’s straight punches, so start the crapping
Or pack you dictionary rhymes, come on now, class time is done
Or refuse when I’m pressing you down,
And feel that harmer on your head striking your thick dumb
Or be a witness to your own demise, nigger for you I brought lice
Some shit to eat up your brain cells leavin’ you brain poor like church mice
Ooh, shit I’m done with this kid, finished leveling his skill
Set your weak ass below average, cos on this bloody battle spot you ain’t got what it’s takes to kill

[mceeQ]

master vengence spit kicker,i'm going origami on ya

i attack at different angles/untarnished bullets to ventilate ur body from ur chest to ur temple/
lyrically inclined so ma gradient be a positive/thumb screw spits judas who gave you da black kiss/
chopping blade vinyls to seperate ur spinals/u ain't built for this with ur luke warm vocals/
ur raps is ultra synthetic cotton mouth soft in da lyrics/ur street cred claim is almost generic/
i'm flirtin with multi-science narratives/a turbulent saga of third eye vision with hidden encryptics
ur luke warm performance will neva get gals to climax/neva hittin' da g-spot u always gettin' a tongue cramp/
i digg in trenches and take a b-boy stances/not liftin' da trophy coz ur strikers missed their chances/
power in words rollin' in austin martins/pseudo homosexuals get run over like bee sting/
styllistcally over extend dry tongue ring/ur raps is nasty like when u wear slops to show ur bunyans/ :lol: :lol: :lol:
a vein of sadistic violence evangelist silence/ur bohemian chants will be applauded with muted silence/ :lol: :lol:

[Beesting]

Blowing away this plastic gangster bitch feels more like I’m on my thirteen birthday blowing candle sticks
Started by burning his ass, boosted his aggravation like I was pumping a prime stove prickle
But still he spittin’ that weak ish even though he try spicing it with encyclopedic vocarb,
I’m sure on stage you crap, when missing the dictionary this bitch fails to speak
Here I got no missionary for bitches like you to come confess their lame kiddy sins
One thing I do is to beat bitches like you in hurry before they go far, faking street fury
Doesn’t matter how you boost to maximum velocity, you sound more like a retarded engine fuming intoxicated dust
Nigger, better put grease when you rhyme, maybe the spit will do the flowing, but don’t swallow your tongue and choke on you own dung
Got the Bee-sting on your ass, but, bitch try to reduce pace before you fall on that ugly face already damaged by the fakin’ in this drug fashion
I’m sure nigger thinks his on thug mansion and got passion like Pac, bitch you more like Snoops uncle, this nigger should be on pension
Maybe that’s why you upping for back up, your ancient rhymes are more than played out, they lacking life support
Nigger claiming Bee is a sucker for props is another flop popping outer your thick skull since u started confusing the HOP after the HIP with POP
Maybe that’s why I’m here to cut off you top, put your head in your ass so that you spit real shit, rather than this mess
Nigger the difference between Bee and Beef is the F, so nigger, after I finish Fucking you up,
I’ll be the Double Bee with double venom effect like a promoted soldier carrying a double barrel
Can see that you've contributed 442 posts since December, nigger, hope you know that you've been on shit distribution yeppin' trash like that bitch amber

[mceeQ]

Origami spit kicker death dealers.............

Its da attack of da testosterone clones/robotic movements bee stingin' me?he ain't nothing but a drone/
sh*t with one bar and killed yall career/you'll be changing ur name quick like menstruating "queers"/
you fall to master vengeance digitech techniques/u lack lyrical muscles like album of instrumental beats/
this is ma global invasion invading ur cyberspace/delete ur verb existence coz u can't last da pace/
voodoo chants and goats blood smeared on forehead/you can come with ur crew but dat means there'll be more dead/
inlisting tenants of regiments of spit kickers/non-compassionate but make u da passion of da black jesus/
dead on da wooden floor crucified for sins/expose ur homosexual swim suit editions/
i don't why u battle when ur mind inprisoned/need to concentrate on not droppin' da soap when u showerin'(think) :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: /
apostle of da ghetto rapper emcee dynamic/began da revolution when Ghana gained its independence/
they call me da southern fist punch lines galore/da steel lung dat breath iron into da metaphors/
you queen bee struttin' ur razor thin buttocks/i'll sink ur glass bottomed boats with similes of angel dust/
u ain't even venomous/...ma 50th calvary will ride on ur like red indians/
warriors on da war path/deaf squads of blind killers/show you wat a real bee sting is/ :shock: :shock:
here say sparing no enemies in da delivery/a blizzard to yall, u lack verbal dexterity/
da most known unknown betta note down da imagery/with a holy mic i'll abort your lyrical pregnancy/
this specific spit was to showcase ma abilities/true baseline listners know dat u ain't sh*t to me/
i wouldn't tell u dat but i'd tell ur mama/stab u with a mystical sword da nightcrawler/
say words and watch em turn into flesh and blood/mutilate adversaries with sadistic smile its a drug/

i think dats enuff for now

[Nameless]

:shock: :shock: :shock:


sick shit in here....

[Beesting]

Was just working on a public holiday and thought about feeding this dawg some real gangster meat.

Finishing this bitch I incacerate his tongue devoid him of ill spits
Get his speech terminated cos I'm the real terminator for these wanna-be battle beasts
Reading ma shit, fingers get jammed and jaws do the drop like g-strings when bitches see ma dick
Cos Bee got the big thing, rhyme is sick and fat like BIG's lyrics, nigger I got this clique
And that's called brief description the more to follow is a prescription of mad ass punches that will cause some friction
Cos now ma spit is packed like laxatives, bitch I'm here to ensure your shit flows more properly so we get rid of the fakin'
Bee down here to identify the real homosexual, cos the only one around is u, the guy who tried sucking his dick with his own mouth
That why the spit is whack, nigger got a broken back, but still expecting the clap from listerns who don't fall for crap
Yeah, Bee ain't crap, haha, unlike you faggot who's full of shit callin for cyber dick riders to come help mess this battle spot up
Like the Game I don't need that love, cos I got enough from straight women who knows how to do the real fuck
Bitch, claiming Bee's dick was never into any pussy hole is the same as sayin Eskimos ain't found on North Pole
Cos, nigger, even if I find this shit cold I rub it hot until juices from the mouth do the drop
Boy, that's why ma spit's hot, pussy infested tongue, I'm like that black hurricane that got Lil Kim shook behind Brooklyn's block
But, for you bitch I'll provide whoop, cos you lame ass gangster I've ever head of
That's why on this site I'm doing the rid off, bitch hope you reading cos this is where I begin the plot

[kast1]

dam!!!!!!!!!!! sick sick sick sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U KATS KILLED IT!!!

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[mceeQ]

its da Origami spit kicker again...lets begin

ma lyrics are algebra they straight confuse you/jus like da inspiration you get from drinkin' "liquer"/
under ur skin bee's aloe vera moisturiser ain't gonna save him again/i'm wiping off ur pigment and leave u white washed/
ur caucasian metaphors will leave ur face stomped/and romped and pulled off tossed off and hot sauced/
u ain't built for this coz most of ur beef's "off"/many more who don't believe die from coughs/ecletic archetypes sippin' smirnoff/
i'm back with da vertebrate grunge verb obserneties pumping fists for independant noun deliveries/
i'm stealin da spotlight like a gold and diamond center piece/format ur brain so u lose all ur memories/
da unchosen with 3rd degree thuggery like Watergate video rells/theres NIX-ON for u in this battle of skills/ :shock:
you blow hot and cold like snow capped lava lamps/need to get breatheliser to get da wine of ur gums and ur breath/
i'm scaring u like AIDS infected blood flow/not ill or sick ma flow is INFECTED joh/
gettin' girls to climax with church bell clits/while u still holdin' ur d*ck to penatrate but you miss/
bee gettin' huddled hiney cuddles cracked knuckles/they boning him and pinching his orangatan nipples/
hittin' hard and low with ghost face cresendos/break ur spirit and ur Madeline Albright hairdo/

verb abusers yall need to report me to da dictionary police :lol: :lol: :lol:

[Beesting]

Okay boy lets go. Non stop. Rhyme is unlimited. No dick riding and what so ever. Just sick spitz. Mfana mas'qeda la, uzoba ngu MC Qikelela. Hahahaha. Moja

Still incarcerating this fake gangster I lock his trap with ma raps, till he regrets why he ever took a stand
First rhyme was a booby trap, and bitch fell for the set, now his in my clamps I’ll forever slap him anytime I feel the edge
Cos Bee got the spits lock down here, it’s unlimited rhymes to spoon feed real beef to these battle hungry kitten
Give him truly till his stomach drops, till his brain busts when I smash with ma lyrical glock
Hope bitch is holding a clock, cos now is the time you need not to forget that you were never gangster type
Nigger I’m a soldier without a camp, but can still fuck troops if they wanna prove that the Bee is true to feeding these fools
Call me the number 1 sniper the nasty viper; cos I take off foot soldiers easily, before they think to type®
Bitch don’t tell me you gave your all writing that grungy crap, cos if you did I’ll penetrate and dump you like a pussy mugged prosti leavin’ you with fede-fokkol
I got no remorse for bitches who think this’s muscle building resort, cos with ma revolver I bust in the air till thoughts revolve
Year bitch, your flow is sick, sicker like seasonal rivers, with your dictionary missing, bitch it’s a dry season
Call me the Killer Bee cos like Ghostface I’m iller, but, you I’ll dismantle on broad day, fuck, even when I’m out on 4 packs of Heineken beers
Told you beef kills like a pack of purple pills, especially for yuppies and puppies who drops it’s down like peppermint
Bitch in this battle spot I’ll make you despise me cos I’ll expose what ever fakeness you try pose to me
This rapper pre-Madonna, booby witch yepping that voodoo shit, who u gonna scare with that lame ass spit
On every verse I come stronger to this bitch I never reverse even though base cods are unplugged I give him purely set his spit true surely
Better listen to this Bee be forever cool in this droppin’ raw cutting edge speeches while you sewing them ugly ass stitches

[mceeQ]

No d*ck ridin' ha?Origami spit kicker son

Da entertainment valuate you get ur moneys worth/unlike da bee ma flow is ma wallet and not a purse/
you obviously livin' in an alternate reality/where your da king but in real world dats insanity/
i'm a beastly angel ur losing lyrical material/dats why u pickin' ma lines to counter punch like this yo

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Bitch don’t tell me you gave your all writing that grungy crap
Year bitch, your flow is sick, sicker like seasonal rivers, with your dictionary missing, bitch it’s a dry season
Call me the Killer Bee cos like Ghostface I’m iller, but, you I’ll dismantle on broad day, f*ck, even when I’m out on 4 packs of Heineken beers

yeah dat was cold but i needed hard evidence/print ur face on paper like American dead presidents/
this dude sellin' pink light Clinique rhyme types/even with ur virgin spits you culdn't be tight/
i manifest ma power with use of verb magic/crack ur mental codes and make u a cracked addict/
a rap spasm bad guys die in da movies/a passionate lyricist while bee a lyrical groupie/
these a baby disses i'm bowling like Ntini practice sessions/i ain't serious hold up jus give me a second................/
they say devils may cry i ask da question why/now i know coz i massacared this Queen Bee's hive/
i drown u in ma spits dat culd fill up an ocean/watch u blow fart bubbles murdered by da deaf squadrons/
ur Betty bop Purity triple 9 sugar coated verb masterery/is da epitomy of eccentricity/
this cats 34 double D cup 34 C 26-43's and hairy p*ssy/don't fcuk with me/i'm a vicious lyrical machine/
while most of inspiration ain't genuinely(genuwinely) "in those genes(jeans)"/
i apologise for this but i'm gonna counter punch/if ur numba one ain't nowhere to go but down/
so take ur que and follow da yellow bricks out/ur da dorothy fag got fcuked in Oz and passed out/
nine heart beats coz i'm rabid alley cat/you so fat, you sat on 2 fifties and made a dollar black/
but this ain't science fiction/jus like da bee's website called StarWhores.com/
its ya version of revenge of da slut/ur transversite line is in btwn da cheeks of ur butt/
thong wearing gangsters neva get da respect/especially if they have a seven year masturbating itch/
ur raps not hard to me there is jus a blip/punch lines to bust all "four" of ur trashy lips(think)/

spit kicker baby boy hahaha :lol: :lol:

[Beesting]

Okay boooy. I'm out now. Will come back to this ish more. Moja.

[Beesting]

Okay dawg. The last super. :lol:

Still the gun thrilling disciple, shooting sick spits, penetrating weak minds like evangelist scripts
But, Bee ain’t no preacher to this, even thou ma spits features the last bible chapter, bitch, it’s my prophecy of your last super
Nigger’s spitting lame ocean currents, while Bee’s spitting that cold shit, captivating every weakness your rhyme is posing
Cos I spit icebergs like the Antarctic in the South Pole, I freeze up your mind, nigger fuck your lukewarm vaporous prose
Cos even when you try to expose, you lack the capability, quoting my whole verse, I demand a list of reference and more Pros
Still riding your wave, nigger I’ll surf ya mind and identify that weak tide motivating these bubble spits
Or throw you into this pit I’m digging, burry your ass alive, cos your shit is only worth for the ghost living
Put you back to faking Hard Living, cos in reality, you more like thirtheen year old kids practicing RAW where they living
Nigger’s dropping down here, cumin with that shit that make bitches loose their sex mood, come on bru, step-up the slow move
Nigger the only time you ever saw a chick climax, was in your wet dream having your grandma pulling out her legs
So next time you wanna punch dawg, put them dippers on, cos this bitch crap on himself, whenever he try speak

[mceeQ]

Origami spitkicker keeping yall entertained
i'm back with a verbal retort of all sorts/impressed u didn't feed on me to get a source/
of lyrical prose, basket cases da main course/i serve to any and all mcee's dat might cross/
ma path sick of writing these lyrical epitaphs/while da numba of ma wins increases jus like a graph/
i intricately studied vocals of supreme clientele/ghost writing in ma head haunting all ma brain cells/
so i meld and enter into any firewall/fast and furious metaphors scribbled in da elder scrolls/
choppin' up da bee till it starts to take its toll/you da "mouse" in da "wheel" but ur "page won't scroll"/
am a black-Smith with Will cyborg i-Mcee/ur tongue in cheek metaphors ain't gonna move me/
matter fact pull out ur tongue and mail it to ur family/coz dats da only way you culd post spits money/
a child of da sky from da dry sea shores/oozing out relevance from all ma skin pores/
da empty smiles of those who follow folklore/ma folk don't follow laws they break these chiseled jaws/
we fortified allies brown eyed militia/graffiti texts for da bee so you can get da picture/
and keep da "frame" as sourvernior ,"romans lend ur ears"/how many millionares u wearing over ur freakin' chest/
how many millionares you watch at da stadiums/broke end of month jus so as to be paying them/
but its all good i'm in place where there's no new moon/and stretch da bee's neck like he was a looney toon/

ahhhhh :lol: :lol: