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    Post by Tupac on Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:35 am

    Seems we at a tie, nah I can't settle wit that,
    I ended that shit before, and i'm bout to bring that shit back,
    I'm runnin this shit like it was a fuckin marathon,
    Sweat drippin down my back, remind me of fuckin yo' mom,
    This tha makaveli prophecy, bitch I thought you knew,
    Like any other nigga, in my crew,
    And I thought you could rap? what the fuck is that,
    I knew you were a fagget, now I see why you stay "strapped",
    They nicknamed you ML, for Mothafuckin Liar,
    Fuckin homo, you're ass gets passed around like a goddamn flyer,
    You started this battle, now you see it's a fuckin mistake,
    I just crunched you bitch, like a mothafuckin frosted flake.
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:51 am

    I fucking love that drop homie!

    especially that line: "This tha makaveli prophecy, bitch I thought you knew,
    Like any other nigga, in my crew,"


    awww, how sweet lol!


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    Post by Tupac on Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:53 am

    TMP Adil wrote:I fucking love that drop homie!

    especially that line: "This tha makaveli prophecy, bitch I thought you knew,
    Like any other nigga, in my crew,"


    awww, how sweet lol!

    Lmao. Thanks Very Happy
    I liked;

    And I thought you could rap? what the fuck is that,
    I knew you were a fagget, now I see why you stay "strapped",

    ---

    Haha.
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    Post by Makavelilives* on Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:31 am

    Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Thu Dec 24, 2009 1:48 pm

    ^ LOL! That's awesome how you end that Very Happy


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    Post by Makavelilives* on Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:03 pm

    TMP Adil wrote:^ LOL! That's awesome how you end that Very Happy

    Thanks bro Cool
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:33 pm

    You're very welcome lol Surprised


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    Post by Tupac on Sun Dec 27, 2009 1:44 am

    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:54 am

    Shit man! I gotta rep you for that drop, that was AWESOME!


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    Post by Makavelilives* on Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:28 am

    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later
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    Post by JUSTINA on Sun Dec 27, 2009 12:55 pm

    lol! @some of them lines!!
    Yes, you deserve a Like a Star @ heaven by your name.
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    Post by Makavelilives* on Sun Dec 27, 2009 1:42 pm

    Haha Thanks J
    I got one
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Sun Dec 27, 2009 2:49 pm

    Nice drop homie! Very complex Wink


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    Post by Makavelilives* on Sun Dec 27, 2009 3:23 pm

    Thanks guys
    All came out after 3 days
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    Post by Tupac on Sun Dec 27, 2009 5:49 pm

    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

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    Post by Makavelilives* on Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:19 pm

    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Mon Dec 28, 2009 6:54 am

    Some nice lines there bro!


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    Post by Makavelilives* on Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:00 pm

    Thanks Adil. We steppin it up!
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    Post by 2SC Adil on Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:10 pm

    No problem


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    Post by Tupac on Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:18 pm

    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z
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    Post by Makavelilives* on Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:37 pm

    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z

    Ha nigga compared to me you first grade comprehension
    You travel through time? I warp to different dimensions
    I once knew a Russian who i gave a concussion
    Started as a conversion then to a discussion
    Mind states did not agree so it ended in Roulette
    Time slowly running out like a burning cigarette
    One turn, two turns, nigga place your bets
    I got a few tricks up sleeve that you ain't seen yet
    The Russian has been killed and as it turned out to be
    He was former member of the KGB
    A pussy who only looks good in black suit
    But when confronted in the hood it seems like hes mute
    That same pussy went home
    Feeling scared and alone
    Got on TMP and thought he was Tupac's clone!
    Your raps holding weight, the job of an ice cream cone
    Ask for a round 2 ask if you wanna bone
    You ain't bend shit but the raps you need to mend
    Don't ever think you can articulate
    Turn you into a bitch like a verb i conjugate
    Steppin up the level is something you did not anticipate
    As i said its been a while and your raps gettin overrate
    -ed
    Like candles for electricity your raps outdate
    -ed
    My raps can never be killed like the living
    -dead
    I got this shit under locks and locked
    -dread
    Tupac
    Tupac
    Street Hustla
    Street Hustla

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    Join date : 2009-12-19

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    Post by Tupac on Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:17 pm

    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z

    Ha nigga compared to me you first grade comprehension
    You travel through time? I warp to different dimensions
    I once knew a Russian who i gave a concussion
    Started as a conversion then to a discussion
    Mind states did not agree so it ended in Roulette
    Time slowly running out like a burning cigarette
    One turn, two turns, nigga place your bets
    I got a few tricks up sleeve that you ain't seen yet
    The Russian has been killed and as it turned out to be
    He was former member of the KGB
    A pussy who only looks good in black suit
    But when confronted in the hood it seems like hes mute
    That same pussy went home
    Feeling scared and alone
    Got on TMP and thought he was Tupac's clone!
    Your raps holding weight, the job of an ice cream cone
    Ask for a round 2 ask if you wanna bone
    You ain't bend shit but the raps you need to mend
    Don't ever think you can articulate
    Turn you into a bitch like a verb i conjugate
    Steppin up the level is something you did not anticipate
    As i said its been a while and your raps gettin overrate
    -ed
    Like candles for electricity your raps outdate
    -ed
    My raps can never be killed like the living
    -dead
    I got this shit under locks and locked
    -dread

    I made a promise to myself, I would never write a diss,
    But all these dudes that are gettin signed sound like straight shit,
    I admit the rhymes gettin deep, but im bout to throw the hottest verse I can spit,
    I was runnin the game before you sucked the milk out your moms tit,
    Now mothafucka, you best to come correct,
    To come back with this verse, call you're "boys" collect,
    Cause i'm bout to shred this forum like i'm a god damn admin,
    TMP be loggin in, "how the fuck this be happenin",
    I'm the devil nigga, you can call me Lucifer,
    I'll have you colored green, like you're the main crucifer,
    Your not on my level, you cant be like me,
    Understand i'm the new millennium Mario, you stuck with Luigi,
    I'm filmin girls gone wild, or wit Beyonce in a tub,
    While you got an erection filmin 1 guy and 1 cup,
    And all these fake rappers, always be gettin mad,
    Cause the game like Drake, sayin i'm the best it's ever had,
    I stay with the clock nigga, i'm so ahead of my time,
    I was makin tributes to Pac and B.I.G, before they died
    Makavelilives*
    Makavelilives*
    Thug Immortal
    Thug Immortal

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    Post by Makavelilives* on Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:13 pm

    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z

    Ha nigga compared to me you first grade comprehension
    You travel through time? I warp to different dimensions
    I once knew a Russian who i gave a concussion
    Started as a conversion then to a discussion
    Mind states did not agree so it ended in Roulette
    Time slowly running out like a burning cigarette
    One turn, two turns, nigga place your bets
    I got a few tricks up sleeve that you ain't seen yet
    The Russian has been killed and as it turned out to be
    He was former member of the KGB
    A pussy who only looks good in black suit
    But when confronted in the hood it seems like hes mute
    That same pussy went home
    Feeling scared and alone
    Got on TMP and thought he was Tupac's clone!
    Your raps holding weight, the job of an ice cream cone
    Ask for a round 2 ask if you wanna bone
    You ain't bend shit but the raps you need to mend
    Don't ever think you can articulate
    Turn you into a bitch like a verb i conjugate
    Steppin up the level is something you did not anticipate
    As i said its been a while and your raps gettin overrate
    -ed
    Like candles for electricity your raps outdate
    -ed
    My raps can never be killed like the living
    -dead
    I got this shit under locks and locked
    -dread

    I made a promise to myself, I would never write a diss,
    But all these dudes that are gettin signed sound like straight shit,
    I admit the rhymes gettin deep, but im bout to throw the hottest verse I can spit,
    I was runnin the game before you sucked the milk out your moms tit,
    Now mothafucka, you best to come correct,
    To come back with this verse, call you're "boys" collect,
    Cause i'm bout to shred this forum like i'm a god damn admin,
    TMP be loggin in, "how the fuck this be happenin",
    I'm the devil nigga, you can call me Lucifer,
    I'll have you colored green, like you're the main crucifer,
    Your not on my level, you cant be like me,
    Understand i'm the new millennium Mario, you stuck with Luigi,
    I'm filmin girls gone wild, or wit Beyonce in a tub,
    While you got an erection filmin 1 guy and 1 cup,
    And all these fake rappers, always be gettin mad,
    Cause the game like Drake, sayin i'm the best it's ever had,
    I stay with the clock nigga, i'm so ahead of my time,
    I was makin tributes to Pac and B.I.G, before they died

    That whole last verse was all a dream
    Cause TMP will never be on your team
    I smack you silly and awake you to reality
    You a bitch like Drake, annoying like an allergy
    Me nigga? I was runnin' the game even before Nintendo 64
    TMP Admins must have at least 50 posts or more
    Sure you film girls gone wild but all you get is erections
    Ain't gonna hit nothing so your dick gets contractions
    Me, im the main cause of the action
    Typa nigga that do crazy shit just to see your reaction
    You ahead of your team cause done your rhymes
    You making tributes cause you can't think of your lines
    Im ain't just another nigga out here to get mine
    When YOU were sucking tiddy milk
    I was with Beyonce she was wearing the finest silk
    That money could buy
    Your dreams too sky high
    So imma tell you right now and pop your bubble
    I can see your future deeper than Hubble
    Listen closely mother fucker because i won't mumble
    Battle a nigga like me, is a fight that never should of been rumbled
    Tupac
    Tupac
    Street Hustla
    Street Hustla

    Posts : 49
    Join date : 2009-12-19

    A2EZ (Makavelilives) Vs LilHomie (Tupac) Empty Re: A2EZ (Makavelilives) Vs LilHomie (Tupac)

    Post by Tupac on Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:29 am

    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z

    Ha nigga compared to me you first grade comprehension
    You travel through time? I warp to different dimensions
    I once knew a Russian who i gave a concussion
    Started as a conversion then to a discussion
    Mind states did not agree so it ended in Roulette
    Time slowly running out like a burning cigarette
    One turn, two turns, nigga place your bets
    I got a few tricks up sleeve that you ain't seen yet
    The Russian has been killed and as it turned out to be
    He was former member of the KGB
    A pussy who only looks good in black suit
    But when confronted in the hood it seems like hes mute
    That same pussy went home
    Feeling scared and alone
    Got on TMP and thought he was Tupac's clone!
    Your raps holding weight, the job of an ice cream cone
    Ask for a round 2 ask if you wanna bone
    You ain't bend shit but the raps you need to mend
    Don't ever think you can articulate
    Turn you into a bitch like a verb i conjugate
    Steppin up the level is something you did not anticipate
    As i said its been a while and your raps gettin overrate
    -ed
    Like candles for electricity your raps outdate
    -ed
    My raps can never be killed like the living
    -dead
    I got this shit under locks and locked
    -dread

    I made a promise to myself, I would never write a diss,
    But all these dudes that are gettin signed sound like straight shit,
    I admit the rhymes gettin deep, but im bout to throw the hottest verse I can spit,
    I was runnin the game before you sucked the milk out your moms tit,
    Now mothafucka, you best to come correct,
    To come back with this verse, call you're "boys" collect,
    Cause i'm bout to shred this forum like i'm a god damn admin,
    TMP be loggin in, "how the fuck this be happenin",
    I'm the devil nigga, you can call me Lucifer,
    I'll have you colored green, like you're the main crucifer,
    Your not on my level, you cant be like me,
    Understand i'm the new millennium Mario, you stuck with Luigi,
    I'm filmin girls gone wild, or wit Beyonce in a tub,
    While you got an erection filmin 1 guy and 1 cup,
    And all these fake rappers, always be gettin mad,
    Cause the game like Drake, sayin i'm the best it's ever had,
    I stay with the clock nigga, i'm so ahead of my time,
    I was makin tributes to Pac and B.I.G, before they died

    That whole last verse was all a dream
    Cause TMP will never be on your team
    I smack you silly and awake you to reality
    You a bitch like Drake, annoying like an allergy
    Me nigga? I was runnin' the game even before Nintendo 64
    TMP Admins must have at least 50 posts or more
    Sure you film girls gone wild but all you get is erections
    Ain't gonna hit nothing so your dick gets contractions
    Me, im the main cause of the action
    Typa nigga that do crazy shit just to see your reaction
    You ahead of your team cause done your rhymes
    You making tributes cause you can't think of your lines
    Im ain't just another nigga out here to get mine
    When YOU were sucking tiddy milk
    I was with Beyonce she was wearing the finest silk
    That money could buy
    Your dreams too sky high
    So imma tell you right now and pop your bubble
    I can see your future deeper than Hubble
    Listen closely mother fucker because i won't mumble
    Battle a nigga like me, is a fight that never should of been rumbled

    I signed wit slaughter house, bought a gorgeous house and forced ya daughters spouse,
    On my soft water couch wit 40 gun snouts in his borin mouth,
    Get the chorous out cuz we got bars for days,
    Keep it raw no dubs fuck whos gettin paid and played,
    Or should i say whos gettin played and paid
    Cause ya label could give a fuck if you died today,
    So i try to stay grimey never whiney like herminey,
    Try to fry me ill find the opponent leave him poked to IV's
    Go ahead and try me if you doubt my tenaciousdy,
    Nible but you cant bite less you cling tighter than ming on cassidy,
    Im bringin back the savagery no apathy on back of me,
    Back to reek tradegy on faggot geeks that try to rap bout Peace,
    I'll grab the piece and blast your face,
    You aint half as brave so you better act afraid,
    Or ill drag my sack along the cracks of ya face,
    So you have to smell my fuckin balls as soon as they space,
    How do they taste hahah, i craft raps with such ease,
    That just these 2 lungs should be hung on a wall for the elite,
    I pick a beat then let that and my speech correlate,
    Of course theres hate, but i give a fuck.. i was born to rape.

    mothafucka!
    Makavelilives*
    Makavelilives*
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    A2EZ (Makavelilives) Vs LilHomie (Tupac) Empty Re: A2EZ (Makavelilives) Vs LilHomie (Tupac)

    Post by Makavelilives* on Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:39 am

    Tupac wrote:
    Makavelilives* wrote:
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    Makavelilives* wrote:Round 2 mother fucker i think i can take it eazy
    Cuz Justina told me to use words that ain't sleezy
    So im floatin through this rap like it breezy
    Round 1 you got out voted
    Now tears drippin down dont try and hold it
    What crew you talkin bout?
    If its Tha Makaveli Prophecy now theres some doubt
    Cuz even Adil said he would never kick me out
    But a fake hustler who imitates Pac
    It won't be long before your ass dropped
    Oh Wait-
    I dropped it, it already hit the floor
    I thought i showed you that before
    When i said i wouldn't go easy no more
    I dont to rap about bitches and whores
    To prove you ain't nothing but an annoying cold sore
    Call yourself Tupac you ain't got no creativity
    My raps another entity
    From another dimension
    Like its time travelin from station to station
    I didn't know it would take a round 2 to prove my point
    And so i sit back
    And smoke this joint

    Voted out mothafucka, but look at me still here
    You need to back up, cause you're nothin I fear,
    Stop wastin your time, with your weak fuckin rhymes,
    Droppin bombs, yours done, like you stepped on a mine,
    Cause/The prophecy is honestly, demonstrably, on top of me,
    And imma strive to be, the highest natural rapper possibly,
    running this democracy.
    So understand when i blow strands
    im the man, up high you can call me Toucan Sam
    With the colors that im swimming in, aint the average clan, We be on the marijuana plant like 20 million mexicans, in an '88 astrovan
    Every verse that i'm spittin just get up and go,
    Deliverin and deliverin the knock out blows,
    LilHomie on point, so steady on the grind,
    My verse has got me cursin everytime i'm spittin lines,
    What happened to the game, i hope one day it wakes up,
    Back to the era of the raw uncut,
    All the cocain spitters always blazin it up,
    But i got the fire that'll torch the blunt,
    So ahead of my time that the clocks chasin me,
    Got utensils in the booth cause i'm ready to eat,
    The illest of the ill from my head to my feet,
    I'm so so fly, i wont be missin a beat,
    It's LilHomie, I speak the truth and my mind stay blunnin,
    Let me out the cage and I hit the bricks runnin,
    Took a couple L's, felonies mean nothin,
    Stand facin the judge still spittin and cussin,
    My p.o pissed, cause my urin always dusted,
    Sorry officer but my life is dirty n rusted,
    Fly on the outside but aint shit pretty,
    Life like a trial, 12 links in my jury,
    Can't convict me Ya Honor disagree wit tha verdict,
    Fuck the circumstance, now I got the ML learnin,
    Don't get it twisted, condo. me convicted,
    I'm the con artist that's got ya'll conflicted,
    Such a nice boo, we can't send him to jail,
    He'll become a criminal if he's sittin at cell,
    We gon' recommend you get an unsecured bail,
    Laugh to myself, the old losers just failed,
    I walk out the courtroom, behind justice in the scale,
    My release is bitter sweet like the kites in the mail,
    LilHomie hold ya head too strong to ever fail,
    No matter where they put us still livin in hell,
    They say my lifes so precious, but I really can't tell,
    I'm just livin to die and doin it so well..mothafucka

    It takes a mothafucka 3 days just to prepare
    Sweatin so much you stinkin' up the air
    Welcome back mothafucka took you long enough
    You disgrace Pac you woulda shot him like Puff
    You finally made a longer rap, congrats
    But it took you 3 days while scurrying with the rats
    Livin' in hell? Mothafucka you in Florida
    Only time you bitchin is when a mothafucka try n jack ya
    "Wheres your lunch?" -BLAP- Ya motha smacks ya!
    "Mom they stole from me again!"
    "Well what you doing around those Mexicans?"
    You make me laugh, 3 days just to prepare a rhyme
    It takes me less than 60 minutes like im Prime-time
    You never missed a beat? Mothafucka its been 3 days!
    So this shit here can go 2 ways
    Either you go to prison for bein' a bitch and get raped by gays
    Or i stay here gettin laid
    You been offa work for 3 days so you ain't get paid
    Mothafucka watch out like im the '83 Hoovers
    Beat you with my sushi stick like the 18 Buddha
    Im a go hard nigga
    Drive by in your yard type a nigga
    Always play the right card type a nigga
    Yea i know you always runnin'
    Take ya shots and none of em go in
    You already out voted get the fuck outta here
    Go to jail they put in you with the rest of the queers
    Im a crazy mothafucka everywhere strikin fear
    Your like is dusty and rusted hasn't been cleaned cause its day 3
    Comin back now tryin to battle with me?
    Nigga im the judge, jury, and executioner
    Take this shit spiritually im god and Lucifer
    The verdict has been decided
    The jury has resided
    "Three counts of cannot rap and trying to hide it"
    "Two counts of gray rap skills and trying to dye it"
    "One count of untruthful raps and trying to lie it"
    Judge slams the hammer
    You start to cry and stammer
    Im laughing, cause my pockets fatter and i could pay bail
    But imma laugh at you seeing you go to jail
    For, ehem lemme read it "Sucking at rap and cannot see it"
    In simpler words, for being a perpetrator
    They taking you in cuffs haha bitch see ya later

    Everytime I roll up, just hold your applause,
    Why's everybody clappin for me spittin 2 bars?
    I'm spittin too raw, i'm rippin heads off,
    Fuck a knife in a gun fight, i'm bringin chain saws,
    Master of the bastards, laughin at disaster,
    Sceamin red rum cause i'm murderin you backwards,
    Stab you in the back first, interrogate you after,
    Lock you in a chamber, as a killa, i'm a master
    Never spit a whack verse, always must attack first,
    Questions come last, got you searchin for answer,
    Rap game fuck it, industry disgustin,
    Me and TMP should be the topic of discussion,
    Forgot about the substance, radio some dumb shit,
    You look good in junior tights, auto tune club it,
    Guarntee'd you bump it, subwoofer thumpin,
    I'm here to save the day to get you mothafuckas runnin,
    Terrorizin towns, i'm compared to the worst,
    I was blessed with this talent, but internally cursed,
    Verbally i'm venomous, i be killin the verse,
    Toe tags and body bags sent away in a hearse,
    Victoms fall to my fiction, i'm your new addiction,
    Got you so hooked, it dont matter how I spit this,
    Raised in the streets now i'm back to the gutter,
    Sometimes i might stagger but i never eva stutter,
    Risin to the top the only way I know how,
    I be bitin at the heels of these heavy cashed cows,
    You stuck at the bottom i'm on top the water spout,
    The hottest in the prophecy, aint no way to put me out,
    Your shits so fake, its almost like W.W.E
    I give them knock out blows, shit, I run U.F.C
    Rhymes aint the best, but I can put up a fight,
    This cat right here too raw for Monday night,
    And it took me 3 days is all you said in your rhymes,
    Come back in 5mins wit shit, how many lines?...

    Wink

    Only 40 post how are you the discussion?
    My raps so dangerous niggaz be gettin' concussions
    You ain't from the streets nigga please how you foolin'?
    See a real nigga from the hood and you be droolin
    Think you a big boss play now, you run U.F.C.?
    I got 3 words for you bitch GET.LIKE.ME
    NFL bitches im only here on certain nights
    Cause real bosses need big ca$h to put me in the light
    You stutter like shit yea you can't take right
    You livin gutter and im livin with swagger
    Keep your distance like a foreign computer hacker
    Keep your bitch in place or i might just smack her
    Real rappin' technique is something that you lack
    The shits been lost now im trying to bring it back
    Bring a chainsaw nigga you a noob on Halo
    Me and TMP the shit right now like NATO
    Verbally your nothing you killed your own verse
    Lemme call up an ambulance take you to the nurse
    But you already dead lemme call the grave keeper
    Take your body and your soul give it to the grim reaper
    You ain't no addiction no rehab needed
    Your own raps killin' you your souls been depleted
    You shit in my recycle bin that needs to be deleted
    You cold pizza that needs to be re heated
    You a broke mothafucka, needing to break bread
    40 posts, 40 year old virgin who wants to get head
    All you doin is mean muggin nigga
    After you lose you suck up and start huggin niggaz
    I drop this knowledge like professors in college
    You from Compton, the Bronx, or A-Town
    I take niggaz like you and beat ya down
    I spend my days hustlin and runnin from the five-o
    Slanging rocks and swaggin with a kilo of yay-yo
    Think you gutter like the Connection Young Bloods
    Think you terrorizin' like the life of the Thugs
    3 days motherfucker thats the whole point
    Lemme break it down, does it take 3 days to smoke a joint?
    If you see the five-o you don't wait 3 days
    You take the fuck off before looking both ways

    45 posts nigga...

    I'm bout to show you what real rhymes naturally look like,
    I'm bout to end this shit like a fuckin sympathy strike,

    Ive....travelled through time, in non existent directions,
    Transcend dimensions like thugs with bad intensions
    Images, frightening, startling, and electric
    Bypass pioneers that would make you an epileptic
    My skills imaculate, you can't comprehend
    I change time, have a thought, and BOOM reality bends
    Articulatin' the future from the past, you see?
    The present is the past that the future wants to be.
    If u see me on the street i always got my notebook,
    While i'm profectin my craft cause to music i'm so hooked,
    Look at me and catch a glispe of how hope looks,
    I'm takin over this game like i'm a pro,
    To rappers of the past, ya'll got to go,
    Cause LH, comin through, with my pad and pen,
    Wit my title in hand somethin I gotta defend, Again, but noone but me will win
    Cause my rhymes is too fresh,
    But never the less, you already know i'm the best,
    I'm funky funky fresh, mothafucka I don't never walk,
    Best to recongize homie, before I put you in chalk,
    Raps so dangerous, you be givin niggas concussions?
    Bitch I turn concussions to comas, and I speak it like i'm Russian,
    I can rap like nothin, you struggle with A,b,c's
    So ima end this shit with, U - R - 2 - E - Z

    Ha nigga compared to me you first grade comprehension
    You travel through time? I warp to different dimensions
    I once knew a Russian who i gave a concussion
    Started as a conversion then to a discussion
    Mind states did not agree so it ended in Roulette
    Time slowly running out like a burning cigarette
    One turn, two turns, nigga place your bets
    I got a few tricks up sleeve that you ain't seen yet
    The Russian has been killed and as it turned out to be
    He was former member of the KGB
    A pussy who only looks good in black suit
    But when confronted in the hood it seems like hes mute
    That same pussy went home
    Feeling scared and alone
    Got on TMP and thought he was Tupac's clone!
    Your raps holding weight, the job of an ice cream cone
    Ask for a round 2 ask if you wanna bone
    You ain't bend shit but the raps you need to mend
    Don't ever think you can articulate
    Turn you into a bitch like a verb i conjugate
    Steppin up the level is something you did not anticipate
    As i said its been a while and your raps gettin overrate
    -ed
    Like candles for electricity your raps outdate
    -ed
    My raps can never be killed like the living
    -dead
    I got this shit under locks and locked
    -dread

    I made a promise to myself, I would never write a diss,
    But all these dudes that are gettin signed sound like straight shit,
    I admit the rhymes gettin deep, but im bout to throw the hottest verse I can spit,
    I was runnin the game before you sucked the milk out your moms tit,
    Now mothafucka, you best to come correct,
    To come back with this verse, call you're "boys" collect,
    Cause i'm bout to shred this forum like i'm a god damn admin,
    TMP be loggin in, "how the fuck this be happenin",
    I'm the devil nigga, you can call me Lucifer,
    I'll have you colored green, like you're the main crucifer,
    Your not on my level, you cant be like me,
    Understand i'm the new millennium Mario, you stuck with Luigi,
    I'm filmin girls gone wild, or wit Beyonce in a tub,
    While you got an erection filmin 1 guy and 1 cup,
    And all these fake rappers, always be gettin mad,
    Cause the game like Drake, sayin i'm the best it's ever had,
    I stay with the clock nigga, i'm so ahead of my time,
    I was makin tributes to Pac and B.I.G, before they died

    That whole last verse was all a dream
    Cause TMP will never be on your team
    I smack you silly and awake you to reality
    You a bitch like Drake, annoying like an allergy
    Me nigga? I was runnin' the game even before Nintendo 64
    TMP Admins must have at least 50 posts or more
    Sure you film girls gone wild but all you get is erections
    Ain't gonna hit nothing so your dick gets contractions
    Me, im the main cause of the action
    Typa nigga that do crazy shit just to see your reaction
    You ahead of your team cause done your rhymes
    You making tributes cause you can't think of your lines
    Im ain't just another nigga out here to get mine
    When YOU were sucking tiddy milk
    I was with Beyonce she was wearing the finest silk
    That money could buy
    Your dreams too sky high
    So imma tell you right now and pop your bubble
    I can see your future deeper than Hubble
    Listen closely mother fucker because i won't mumble
    Battle a nigga like me, is a fight that never should of been rumbled

    I signed wit slaughter house, bought a gorgeous house and forced ya daughters spouse,
    On my soft water couch wit 40 gun snouts in his borin mouth,
    Get the chorous out cuz we got bars for days,
    Keep it raw no dubs fuck whos gettin paid and played,
    Or should i say whos gettin played and paid
    Cause ya label could give a fuck if you died today,
    So i try to stay grimey never whiney like herminey,
    Try to fry me ill find the opponent leave him poked to IV's
    Go ahead and try me if you doubt my tenaciousdy,
    Nible but you cant bite less you cling tighter than ming on cassidy,
    Im bringin back the savagery no apathy on back of me,
    Back to reek tradegy on faggot geeks that try to rap bout Peace,
    I'll grab the piece and blast your face,
    You aint half as brave so you better act afraid,
    Or ill drag my sack along the cracks of ya face,
    So you have to smell my fuckin balls as soon as they space,
    How do they taste hahah, i craft raps with such ease,
    That just these 2 lungs should be hung on a wall for the elite,
    I pick a beat then let that and my speech correlate,
    Of course theres hate, but i give a fuck.. i was born to rape.

    mothafucka!

    Sign with slaughter cause you already been slaughtered
    Droppin' shit like pigeons it couldn't be any hotter
    Why you bringing shit into this like harry potter
    Thought you would left so i say welcome back like Kotter
    You the one gettin' played, im the one gettin laid n paid
    Come into this battle nigga you should of stayed
    You need your rhyme book like summer needs lemonade
    You need MTV Jams like a kid needs an arcade
    You need game like Iraq needs a military blockade
    But me im already made
    How you keep it you ain't know the meaning of raw
    You a faggot who follows the rules abides by the law
    If you drag your sack you like no marks
    If i drag mine i make the bombs spark
    Only thing you ever correlate
    Is a whack ass rap that only irritates
    Im coming back nigga like im reincarnate
    Put me on a weight by tons id weight on 8
    You throw shit around on your raps, then estimate
    Hopin' that i fail to decide your fate and open the gate
    But you on my estate so the Like a Star @ heaven is something you await
    Im a crazy mothafucka in a physiological state
    I brought death upon you now go meet him hes your soulmate

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