Open Mic: Can’t Do What I Do

This uses the expanded version of my "Lord Of War" verse... but either way, I dare anyone to rhyme like that THEN talk shit about what I do or not...



Move back, phaggot, I hate the way you cats rap it
That's wack shit, you know you don't really pack ratchets
Front like a pimp? I would rather back-pack it
You lack karats (carrots) like trapped, rabbits, you blah-blab it
Stop talkin and drop some heat till the track has it
I rock like AC/DC back in black classics
Miracle black magic, lyrical track's tragic
Godly flows stranger than spiritual black sabbath
Minimal wack madness attracks the rap bandits
Are you a comedian? you rap, we laugh at it
You couldn't be half of me with all your raps added
Cause your verses hold no weight, is your back damaged?
Mine are hotter than a lit box of stacked matches
Leaving black patches in your face and bad scratches
Niggas sleepin on my shit like it's a fat mattress
I smack maggots like you... guess it's a bad habit
You bitches know who the mack dad is
I'll keep you wanting more dope lines than crack addicts
They see me as rap's baddest
Who else you know can rap like Big pun and surpass his vast status?
I'm pushing babies around like a fast carriage
Only you think you're nice, you're barely past average
My rhymes were depressing till I dropped my past baggage
Now I'm so tight, I make it hard to breathe like asthmatics



And that's the way we go, till I'm on the radio
I greatly flow till I play crazy shows and they pay me dough
True to my crew, no one's as stupid as you
I grew from a flu, and you put me down cause You can't do what I do


I'm the Lord Of War like Nicholas Cage
Cause I'm a nigga that's brave, with a limitless rage
And I'm dominican made... Right now I'm sick of these fakes
It's a disgrace, you're all followers, fit for parades
Dealing with kids is a bitch at this age
That's why I abort your thoughts of even trying to sit in my space
Listen today or you'll be hit with a stray
Or fists as big as granades, as quick as a blade that'll swith up your face
King's spittin is great, Now I'm living to paste
My foot prints in this place, and my mission is laid
In plans written in pages: and I'm Ripping the "greats"
If ya don't quit with the hate, it's your biggest mistake
Itching to taste, title as best, I'm the sickest to chase
Now I'm ditchin the snakes, gettin you bitches replaced
I wish to erase you, to no longer live is your fate
You won't get to escape so just submit and behave...
My clique will invade... make your big head fit in the grave
And reading this can make you blind like mystery dates
and I roll up on you like I'm equipped with the skates
Your flows used to be better,I must admit, it berates
You ain't fit to be straight, hittin you with a fist would be great
You came into rap shady, I came legit and Irate
LA is dead, I guess it needs lyrical kick just to wake
Copying me is like trying to record when missing the tape


And that's the way we go, till I'm on the radio
I greatly flow till I play crazy shows and they pay me dough
True to my crew, no one's as stupid as you
I grew from a flu, and you put me down cause You can't do what I do

And that's the way we go, till I'm on the radio
I greatly flow till I play crazy shows and they pay me dough
True to my crew, no one's as stupid as you
I grew from a flu, and you put me down cause You can't do what I do


What? a 24-line verse with all multisyllables? That's me...

ooh, this is prolly tha best flowin open mic i've seen...not tha normal jehu isht wit emotional/deep thoughts behind it but i was still feelin it...thats the type ah verse not everyone can do so nicely

ahhhhhhhhhh that was so good...one question why?
why tha fuck are you not sighned to a major record label??? you're too fukin complex for em that why...they cant handle tha skill lol well dun !