R U Da Illest Lyricist on HHG?

[Heavily Weeded]

Spit to Jay-Z's "Intro" beat from The Dynasty, Roc La Familia
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In an absurd situation,
bitches is hatin not even knowin what I'm debatin...(whats shakin?)
The pain these mutherfuckers have been stakin...(and whats waitin?)
The reign I'mma lay for you for you mistakin...
What if Satan...
could ever refuse his will to follow me?
Probably...
I wouldn't have been labeled such a Prodigy.
And oddly...
I've had to tackle more than a tool box....
but I've got cats losin' they mind once my tool cocks.
A few shots to ya lips will have you practice strain...
And lyrics with no wits resemble an inactive brain...
And that brain's efficiency is totaled...strepped to the
throat of his actions which were never spitten vocal...
And the focal of the point is whom to battle next... (Not me)
Coming at me with the tendencies of the latter sex... (haha)
Be ready cause I'm at my limit with the silly games...
Y'all punches stray so far I wonder if you really aim...
Yet still the cats try to attack me blindly, fine B...
but be sure to react in a fashion timely, it might be..
that the void from my depature has started relapse...
since you've heard a Prodigy rap, its gotta be that...
Now I'm proud to be back but now switchin my lanes...
with some sicker metaphors doing a hundred and change...
To all my fans I plant lyrics you can try to jump in
Speedin by and like the weed that I fry its nothin...
Spit my lyrics to haters who claim its just lies i'm dumpin
Cuz even when I'm understood you frontin like ur high or somethin..

damn....

[NYCzOwn]

none of yall niggas shits can fuk wit myne

[penrino]

Slut, shut up. ^

[NYCzOwn]

fuck you you bitch ass mothafuka

[Child of Reason]

Yo you should do a storytelling thread

[uk_rap_attak]

I run these streets like an athlete,
thats why fear creeps in ya eyes when im near/
my lyrics runnin laps round ur ears,
hos in the rear,ridin dirty like chamillionnaire/
your number one idol,
cus everyone wants to be a millionaire/
so get off ur ass n stop livin in the past(playa)
cus its a fact gettin money aint funny/
thats why my rhymes come hard and fast like a bullet,
and ur old ass rhymes come outdated like a mullet/
u see i load it and lock it,
all that is left to do is pull it/
and while u still tryin to cock it,
i lose two to ur gullet/
only advice that i need,
live life to the fullest/
thats why i drink like a fish,
and smoke up like a buddhist/
like salt and peppr i push it,
i aint talkin no tracks/
the same word describes the gaps in paving slabs,
its COMMON for me to BE on the CORNER supplying crack/
see im the daddy mac, the BIG mac,but not wallace,
i get money out of u just like a wallet/

[Inept]

honestly 1 person in this whole thread has potential to be hhgs illest lyricist (current time text only) hhgs illest lyricist of all time ........not even close

[Ethereal]

^U gotta speak with your rhymes to answer the thread topic.

[stormpoet]

Preachin the shit
Spittin your lip
Cant tell what ya sayin
your words are drainin
My mind is saying
Damn these fools need to be payin
Harvard neva seen them
They cant spit worth shit
Too busy fucking with the old words
Never reasoning that using the new ones
Makin them better
Easier to spit
when you aint getting shit on your lip
why must you be gayin
All im sayin is that
Harvard aint never seen them
Dumb as rocks and swearin'
Makin up words that aint there
Why must ya preach that shit
Spitting from ya lip
All im hearin is shit
Get that shit off ya lip
Stop going down on that poo-tang and missin a good thing
Tossing her salad like you were in prison
hitting that shit on ya lip might please her
but come on now if ya get the fever
what doctor is going to see ya
and then you come a preachin
Spouting and spittin out of season
Never with words that been said
Harvard never seen ya
Why act dumb does it please ya?
get with it
Stop spittin that shit
start rhymin legit.
Go to harvard and get someone to teach ya
I hear Vanilla ice might need ya!

[$poke!]

Mindstate elevates! Fakes can't deviate the weak from the great!
Cant pay the stakes like horse race, ya going nowhere running in 1 place!(in circles)
Analytical rhymes paint pictures, and delivers visuals like movie screens!
Im amazing something like Freddy, reach in ya head and grab ya dreams!
On anutha level unattainable by heads wit out life angles
Heads can't think outside the box, stuck in lifes Triangle!
Niggaz aint aware of the cycle, take notice read the bible!
And ain't shit changed in the game but names and song titles!

iight imma talk some shit to ya...listen!

Heads think they spittin facts just wack attacks at intelligence!
Persistant irrelevance spittin ignorant and negligent!
But see SpOkeN'z Words are Truly GoLdeN, not just a HHG handle!
I spit facts attack tracks wit heat and not wack street raps and scandles!
Intellectual nigga wit triggaz I grew up on these streets took a break to get schoolin'!
So when heads try to kick knowledge doing it wrong! ME! you not foolin'!
See heads think cause its labeled the Hip Hop Game..its a game really!
Gone be that same nigga wit 10 CD's and won't have as many pennies!
Broke wit big fans once had big plans to own big cars and big land!
CD's on tha stand, but those small words on tha contract opened up some big hands!
Understand? tha plans to learn the business side before you ride!
Cause niggaz'll trick you daddy and while you slip they'll slide!
Pride tied, rung out and dried cause you tried to jump in tha game not knowing the rules!
Open ya eyes don't be confused fool tha brains a tool use it or you'll be that dude!
Wishing that shit was different should of looked before you crossed the streets!
Spending ya signing bonus on cars hoes clothes and new feet!
Not knowing that they want they money back paid in full!
Now them hoes own your masters and you got no pull!
Bunch of Bull huh! but that the way shit goes!
So when you peepin don't be sleepin' read that contract close!
See I thought I let you in on something useful not just some words noted!
See this shit here! shit should be stickied and posted! (S.T.A.M.P.E.D)



S.T.A.M.P.E.D is our Label and Production!
Just thought I'd let ya'll in on that it gives that last line some more life!
Ya know I need to have that sig'd! to the CP! i go!

[Calus]

I'm a nigga that keep his approach smooth/
and get into alot of shit that people opposed to/
but, I don't give a fuck, that's my only proprosal/
I'm keepin it old school and my flows CO2/
lyrically infected with diseases that's coastal/
I ain't for no bullshit, niggas I told you/
I ain't shook from shit, straight solid I'm whole dude/
and ya'll mothafuckas gon run up and toast who/
the gadget nigga grab it if you feelin that boastful/
I'll make the magets eat ya'll faggots like the rest of the hosts do/
I got a low patience and stationed to choke you/
unorganize your organs nigga makin your nose druel/
leave your flesh distorted out of breath til' it shows blue/
I'll leave investigations explanaitions are ghosts to/
mothafuckas like, "I don't like him, he's so rde"/
my niggas like, "Yeah, mothafuckas he's postal"/
and to ya'll little niggas that's thinkin I'm old news/
I've been ready for whatever death that I croke through/
I tried that other shit, doin what you're supposed to/
to hoppin out of whips givin rescue smoke clues/
ay yo, I ain't just professional local/
it's hepatytasis with obsessional vocals/
left with sighs and shit, I've always spoke truth/
bye bye's inside the clips niggas provoke who/
whatever you got, you better tote two/
duplicate, I demonstrate what your inside jokes do/
bring the knife back and bring it forward to poke through/
whatever bodypart, start some shit and I'll show you/
sweet tart niggas how to funeral closed view/
you don't want me to describe how I expose you/
it's institutional shit that you describe the dose to/
the booth's out of control somebody come bring the hose through/
THE RULER'S BACK!

[stormpoet]

calus that would be good if it had a little spellcheck done on it

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