Open Mic: 6 by 6...

You cant get wit it, i flow wit the sickest
punches so sadistic they dont hit, they whip it
so lick it, kick the shots like beckam hit it,
call me jedi the way my thoughts have u lifted
or wicked, like witches, which is y im so gifted
sift through the make shift and take this, sickness.....

my metas are crazy like verbal asylum
Nails in ya coffin, so sharp go and file em
words like ta play like hide n seek, go find em
bitch my raps are nasty, u wont wanna be behind em,
let it loose against you fools and i would have to sign em
cuz if i was to be verbal he would be barred-- so confine him....

Set a savage--neva practice whats magic
your verses lack it, so pack it
u cant compete wit the generals tactic,
i spit lyrical matics but that fact is
My metas make you shit like lax-atives
so relax a bit n jus shit wen i max da hits

Im on my own neva needed no masters
neva prayed as a kid cuz i dont fuck wit pastors
im the one true god, yes i fatherd you bastards
a martyr now, harder now from erectin plasters
you niggas fake i diss u actors wit lyrcial disasters
my spritual asters lay siege inside, like cytoplasm blasters


Motherfucka i go raw, lay free wit- no- protection
leave u trapped like saw and- maybe- still -textin
you bested, im movin up and you still have no direction
Words so vile a pile of venom could bring my ressurection
leave myself infected wit sickeness without inspection
you ni66as biters, look in the mirror n see my reflection

Bitch i chop up woods wit ease call me da beaver
my words murderous but i neva leave da cleaver
my verses bring mircales to make u fakes believers
im the star reciever on the field relievein u relievers
my sports mixed up wit like punches n metas, still an achiever
Im so fuckin cold better yet im so damn hot...fuck it im jus a fever


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6 by 6 i finish wit 12 but fuck bars-- i do lines
i guess u can say coke owns-- these true crimes
2 down 10 ta go like dogfights-- wit blue mines
meanin chamelon rhymes bring down n slew minds
im through--you ni66as a joke--a fools rhyme
im the father of you tools call me tim from tool time
you mules are hybrid...but mostly found, a jack-ass
you cant stomach my punches cause then you pass gas
so say your sick and i'll believe it and call your acts ass
try n mirror me but i aint you--cant see through black glass
Even wit oscars you dudes garbage, so ya raps, trash that (oscar the grouch)
im the fuckin king of frees, so get at me n i'll jus lash back

















Edited by -Sεt- - 01 November 2007 at 6:29pm

not everyone can have the same rhymescheme...then that would be boring lol (i already told u that though lol)............thx for feed homie

lol ya im not as good as you lol

thx for feed bro, and did u not get my pm?

I thought this was a cool read...Was feelin a couple lines and i can see ya improving as long as you keep active and droppin stuff like this...BTW, my fav. verses were the openin one and the last one don't know why though they just stood out more in my mind...

This was good, a nice read...content wasnt amazin but flowed/rhymed well, stay at it