im really gunna try this time

give it up ,
the creative juice's
the flow is - - stickin' up - -
livin' it up
how do i recreate the juices
I'm juice less and to squeeze would mean to further ways to losin'
meaning i can never get back what was paid even if the way's intrusive
starting at the base
the difference in what I'm kicking is eminent
discarding with the waste
not easily seen , the clues to a murder without a track so i have them wrapped wherever the rap and the bass
is packed....
shake hands and tremble
the fake stance assembles
the treble is relayed to balance so what i stand in - - must replace the shovel - -
granted , everybody digs
but i would hate to love to
too , the escape is subtle
where the subliminal is graced with a pivotal initial disgrace
thee initials are graves set at a lyrical display
where the axe is - passive -
along the logs on the flow
trees mark the growth and leaves scarred from both
my weak heart exposed
searchin' for the roots - - a purpose - -
for the servin' of the juice
and the verse is - - encouragin' , here's a word from the boots - -
i pick up like sonar , the misprints the misfits are slippin' right after the ode's start
and if it wasn't for this , I'd get to stir 'up the sweet to my lows' clog

Drop Boulders/ of rap on ya Head and Shoulders//
No dandruff needed/shampoo smooth, believe-it//
wen i speak it, you peep-it/
write hot//
rhymes is nice ,original, theres only one I like Cyclops//
You type-hot/might-pop/like cheap-lube/speak-rude//
To those who catchin attitudes/its so-tru//
Rap to have my music bumpin/
and for those who stuntin//
and for those who feelin my rhymes, aint dat sumthin//
No where close to being nuthin//
But i aint into myself like my heads in my stomach//juss being real
Rappin/ i cause nuthin but damage//
Wen i practice/ watch em drops tears like hands-slipped//
Ball-wit-hype//
call ya wack/you lack/sight with ya ears, you been the ugly duckling all-ya-life//no fairy tale/
no scared to tell/ yall how im feeling//
basically givin yall me, wrapped in a beat, merry christmas//

dat wuz a verse i used on one of my songs

numbers ain't the definition of sixteen
yea i know it sounds lame
but i know i can put in a couple words on what the game is missing
notice in order to rhyme ( see novices don't know this )
you gotta accentuate
know on whether or not ya bars can bend or break
rules can be followed , but i suggest u use guidelines and if they don't wanna listen
just hollow the print , no fillers and definitely no hollow imprints
what i mean is kill it , thats not what i mean
i mean kill for those who never heard a murder routine
learn to do it easy , look at me i learned
well , not really ..i learned as a fool that it ain't easy
easy...to do it big , notice how the south reps so freely
no options to coast yet they boastin'
flow is deep rooted in no shit
hard work isn't and everything else is
.....ha nonsense , what i read from bulls is helping me sell this

if ya too scenting quit chasing the game
cos with the fake shit it's impossible to stay ahead of the invasion
as soon as they start replacing ya name
the clones , are thee only ones' claiming it's trained

quote:

Originally posted by Laissez Faire:
CAUTION!!!
THIS SHIT IS LONG AS HELL!!!
If there's one thing i love to do, its to freestyle. I just happen to do this on AIM. I loved this piece. And if someone happens to read all this, you deserve an award. [/color]

I printed it off and i'm reading it as we speak, i'm feelin it

From start to finish
my heart's been in it
let's take it back to the beggining
where; god begun
and later i plan to finish it
when; sex was love and love was loving intimate
my mind i'll let you enter it like entering the dragon fly! you break you buy
I'm not your ordinary guy
i'll break the sky
and take over heaven me myself and i
and GOD; i might need some help
i can't control myself
i'm insane test my membrane
a few "sense" short of a dollar i can't make change
it's no longer the same to brainstorm
lightning strikes my pen the ink is the rain
i'm on top of my game i'm ahead of my age
they need ta write my name in a history page,
you never knowin what you got until it's gone so take this beat and bring it back
so i can know what i'm on
i'm so sick for my home i'm sick off the dome
i know a trigga happy nappy boy
waiting to squeeze chrome
i'm a lyric happy nappy boy waitin to rule thrones, i could've built it in a day i'm ready to rule rome!.... uh huh yea i'm ready to move on! magician no clone MAG 101 my own class
benjamin norris c-notes my own cash
breech birth fron the earth like a snake in the grass

get at ya boy let me know what i'm workin wit
RIGHTEOUS KUNG FU!!!