twelve bars

[ant_emcees]

My twelve bars what's yours?

I be the emcee of emcees the lyrical
weight champion in competitions I got
throphys/ I need some one to console me
baby please hold me on anther level lyrically
tripping off the oxicotton and codeane/
I'm high of the drugs people soon feel
my buzz I shine like the sun light leaving
the night scene with Tiffany and Naidine/
once again back on the m-i-c doing this
as my hobby no other emcee can copy or
imitate/ my style no one knowing what style
of rhyming I practice but can see uniform I
have on with black belt around my waist/
I am at third level so very skilled not a
battle rapper but a lyricist its judgement
day what will be the fate/ of all emcees who
step toward me bounce back or get hit that will
make you move way back infared put a part in
your wave cap/ and push your hair line back or
get your wig split or your shit pushed in up
late having a night cap/ emcees sick I give them
a dose of dimematap or leave them in the hospital
with an illness get ready for that spinal tap/
one of the masters or rap right here about to
leave the scene when the director says its a wrap/
leaving emcees bleeding when at the gyno receiving
a pap oh wait what's that I ca't see what it is
pushing and pressing my buttons like smart phone apps/
steering at the chick with firm tits one hand on
my meat ready to fap say the wrong thing or get slapped
time is up throw in the towel I leave you paralyzed
now you in a wheelchair with a stick shift gear just watch/

-- Fri Mar 02, 2012 10:34 am --

mic check another 12 bars

A lot of emcees like to run they mouth
and yap yap and pull out their meat and
fap fap/ this is masturbation get ready
for this lyrical demonstartion yeah I do
the same thing but look at naked girls to fap fap/
you run up on me the fifth goes clap clap
and gun shots ring out and miss your head
but go straight through your hat/
stop take a break in your fitted cap or
if you rocking a snap back only way he stopping
that is you is neo from the matrix with that/
come hard with my attack you on the defensive
and i'm on the offensive you try and run
I load up the clip and fire fast/
you try and clap me I clap back you disrespect
me get disrespect back trying to draw or trace
me my foot prints when leave the scene etch-a sketch that/
wearing my vest ready for the streets lyrically
clultching gripping the trey pound test me and laid
out on the ground by sweet knuckle game/
I put all other emcees to shame this not a game
this is for real your chik is screaming out my
name/ so vida loca walking around town chasing
choca like I got my O.W.N network like tv's
Oprah/ looking at me come a little closer don't
mean to be rude or sound volgar at the strip joint
where this fine white hoe got her boobs in my face
body scent like strawberries and vanillia/
cock back and shot you on your proda i'm a top shota
onw of the original don dottas your polo look
filled up with polka dots/
trying to track me down trace my every move to connect
the dots and leave another clue when you partner's
white tee is covered in red spots/ bang, bang