G.O.W: Lyrical Mind of a Mad Man

[RH1NO]

RH1NO
growin up in a lively hood murder was a livelihood

my mind isnt right i creep behind in the night,
with shadows as my cloak the reeper shines in the light
what i do, see, society doesnt define it as right,
but your pronounced time of death is the time of my life
one hand on my balls the other seeks the bible
thoughts i see are primal when the nine speaks its final
im a (D)eath (J)ockey dont be my rival
the key ta survival is makin slugs speak like vinyl
...'sa wrap if you been marked youre got,
your fault never should walk through dark parkin lots
as far as dots i dont care if theres cars or not,
if its too dark for shots, i wield blades to embark my plot
i was good for the ink i would break thugs
john gotti murkin dont work for irv, got me?
fuck ja i got murder inc on my pay stub
havin high definition visions and premonitions of vivid demolition
in a civic exhibition i rid them quicker than exorcism
im sick dont get pitted against a menace past or present
first last or second jus hope we never cross paths together
im no murderer believe me i had no help against it
yeah i stabbed her 50 times but it was self defense..shit

CEE4
i leave the house feelin good but i must be crazy, fuck man i just killed some slut and her baby
guilty thoughts start to plague me, i know its wrong but you cant beat the buzz that it gave me
its not my fault its the way my parents raised me, physically n mentally scarred, abused as a child
i spent most of my childhood bruised never smiled, and now you wonder why this dudes actin wild
should i play it cool or just fuckin run fast? i leave the bloodbath and proceed down the front path,
shit i hear sirens!
i never envisioned the cops would come fast, i know they aint gonna hesitate to let the gun blast
this is all goin wrong and im startin to panic, i hide in a garden spot a hammer and grab it
brain aint functionin my thoughts dark n manic, gotta hide so i run to the front door and chap it
a girls comin to the door, she lives alone im hopin, i raise the hammer ready to smash her head open
i think back to the bitch in the house lyin dead, frozen, and i can still picture the baby bleedin in its bed soakin
she answers the door i scream get on the floor!, do you live alone alone or are there any more whore!
im now in my element, a predator of the late night, in some bitches kitchen so i grab me a steak knife,
her husband bursts in beggin me not to take lifes, i shout one more step and your wifes gettin raped aiight
but he dosent listen he lunges and tries to stop me, this guys tryna be a hero he thinks that hes Rocky
actin cocky, he tries to rock me so i swing the knife and he tries to block me with a jar of coffee,
i catch him properly but the girl breaks off me, reaches to the drawer and before i know it shes shot me
the bullet hits my hip n brings me to my knees, i make a last attempt to get her and the gun gets releaesed
she tries to flee but i cock it n squeeze, hit her with ease, she falls to the floor next to her man whos deceased
she didnt die, shes still alive n praying like a priest, beggin god that before she dies all her sins will be forgiven
i tell her that im god, im the difference between death n livin, she screams i hope you rot in prison
good night bitch, i pick up the knife and start makin incisions, slice the bitch alive til half her skins missin
shes chokin on her blood, ive reached the end of my mission, pillow over her face n bang! i send her to heaven
now my mind is racin as i lie shot on the floor, what i night!, i wanted to make a killin i never thought id get four
i struggle to my feet when i hear the cops at the door, so i cock the gun and prepare to drop a couple more.....

TRAMATIK
a cool breeze sweeps the night,murder reigns as i creep outta sight
just feelin a bit mean despite,the fact i need'ta sleep kinda tight
somethins stoppin me my knees lockin B,what the fucks goin on??
i grab my gun and cock it G watchin the neighbor mow the lawn
this motha fucka ALWAYS GETS MOUTHY,lets pay em a visit
walkin outside with thoughts like 'i gotta gun and im playin with it
but it cant be worth it what am i doin,this aint what im sayin iz it?'
FUCK IT,i begin rushin into his house screamin and sprayin 4 a minute
the clip stops,i put it on my hip hot and what am i hearin?OH its hip hop
lerkin in the shadows i see the shells i let off,its at least six shots
i was waitin for a groan,maybe a movement,but im hatin this home
it reeks with death,as i stare into a mirror i see Satan has shown
himself,but WHAT..THE..FUCK..all i see is a shadow of my clothes
eyes dialated,someone grabs me from behind now its the battle of blows
a massive hand comes crashin down on my face i dont gotta ask it DAMN
what the fuck did i get myself into?revenge with bullets as i wuz blastin man
but the tables flipped and i aint able'ta grip,this gun my fingers are sweaty
it seems like the fables switched cuz this story iz turnin into confetti
and im the one torn up,tryna regain my composure take no pain az a soulja
theres a knife layin on the counter i grab it and stab em in his vein near his shoulder
but somethin odd happened i blacked out,and woke up with the phone ringin
i musta threw my back out but damn now my fuckin dome iz stingin
but what did i do,why am i soon'ta be arrested and i cant remember?
Revenge wuz the price of my life as i sit in'a cold cell durin a snowy December

GUTTA
I'm a motherfucking natural born killah like Cube and Dre//
Shootin strays at motherfuckers when I pursue my prey//
Been on the run for about a year I figure, been squeezing triggers//
Since back in the days when my Mug Shot was my yearbook picture//
On the streets im a chaperone of Death, going out full blown//
Like Stallone with both hands on the tecs, and my toes holdin chrome//
If I never felt u, you can explain ya case to Satan when I send you//
After I've filled up motherfuckers with more lead then in a pencil//
I'm livin presidential, cuz im makin killins, packin gats that's blacker
Than Jamaican children, stashin dead bodies up in vacant buildings//
Ask around son, anybody that talked shit got hit, that's how I operated//
Cops was waitin to leave me incarcerated when my murders was glock related//
Sometimes thought out, but most times not contemplated//
Watched women and children drop to pavement, as long as the killa got the payment//
Its whatever motherfucker, you can spare ya killins and emotions//
Cuz I aint got time to hear em, killas on the streets, I aint got time to fear em//
My nine wont spare em, it's a new type of murder on my block, that im pio-nerrin//
Cryin children help me let my pain out, aint neva takin no safe route//
But listen slick, I'm quick to take AIM, BANG BANG! and blow ya brains out//
I'll even leave a bitch with a stained blouse, alotta blood gonna drain out//
Im paranoid, psycho, aint getting paid off no Mic flow//
I'm too tight yo, wind me up some more cuz I mite blow//
Poppin critics, when I ride in my blue Honda civic 92//
First I saw Pac and Big get dropped, and shit the Mafia did it, so I wanna try it too//
And I might dude, Load up the nine, don't hear no screams, no cryin//
Fools that be testin, better be strapped with bigger heat then me if they tryin//
Cuz ill go squeezing ion, ran up on an old bitch, took her old purse//
Let off a bold curse, and knocked her down to the cold earth//
Ran fast, with hands on the cash, tell I heard stop! We Know You did it!//
Cocked the glock, about to catch more bodies than abortion clinics//
The cops start reaching, police cars start screeching//
We draw heat, in a dark street dawg its quite scenic//
Twenty five to life dreamin, I might just, fuck it I start squeezing//
Cops and pedestrians start leakin, quite streets with no hearts-beating//

[Haz]

Since back in the days when my Mug Shot was my yearbook picture//

^^^^ This Fuckin Line Man lol Word it Wus Hard

its not my fault its the way my parents raised me, physically n mentally scarred, abused as a child
i spent most of my childhood bruised never smiled, and now you wonder why this dudes actin wild
^^ Damn..

Ayooo C N Gutta Outshined Er One Else in This Shit.. Dey Came Hard Bodied.

[ArmdTaDaTeeth]

wow that was sick

[Cee4]

UPPIN FOR A MUFFIN

[Brah-Vo]

DOPPEPEPEPEPE SHIT. But i gotta say ya otha collabos was better.

Tramatik and Gutta shined this piece. nice work homies .

[B-Bear]

I expected Gutta and Tramatik to drop better then Rhino and Cee on this one... simply cause this is their style..

Tramatik:

U started off kinda slow, but one's the story settled it's really nice.. u're slowly elevating your multies, didn't seem forced at all on this one.. great story.. good description.. i'd say it's better then what i've seen u drop recently.. good job man!

Gutta:
"Been on the run for about a year I figure, been squeezing triggers//
Since back in the days when my Mug Shot was my yearbook picture//"

Your best line I'd say.. didn't really feel that G-Unit style.. isn't really my thing.. it's a good verse, don't take me wrong.. ur writin that gangsta shit.. that's your style and from taht perspective a deliver a good verse.. so good job to you as well!!

Cee4:
Best story of em all.. didn't expect u to drop this good.. your mutlies are simple and effective, although u have some places where your rhymin seemed forced.. thought u were more of a punchline rapper, but u've proven your versatility.. ur growed extremely fast as an artist/rapper.. and together with that eraned your respect!

Rhino:
im a (D)eath (J)ockey dont be my rival
the key ta survival is makin slugs speak like vinyl

havin high definition visions and premonitions of vivid demolition
in a civic exhibition i rid them quicker than exorcism

The start was ill.. great multies and flow.. u sorta fell off a lil bit in my opinion, but snatched it quick and proved your skill as a writer.. good job


On the overall, great job.. a few suprises i'd say, but on the overall it's pretty much what i expected - concerning the quality.. was really annoyed when i couldn't participate this time.. i'd come back strong next time.. and CAN WE PLEASE GET SOME MORE FEEDBACK ON THIS PIECE!?

[Haz]

RH1NO
growin up in a lively hood murder was a livelihood

my mind isnt right i creep behind in the night,
with shadows as my cloak the reeper shines in the light
what i do, see, society doesnt define it as right,
but your pronounced time of death is the time of my life
one hand on my balls the other seeks the bible
thoughts i see are primal when the nine speaks its final
im a (D)eath (J)ockey dont be my rival
the key ta survival is makin slugs speak like vinyl
...'sa wrap if you been marked youre got,
your fault never should walk through dark parkin lots
as far as dots i dont care if theres cars or not,
if its too dark for shots, i wield blades to embark my plot
i was good for the ink i would break thugs
john gotti murkin dont work for irv, got me?
fuck ja i got murder inc on my pay stub
havin high definition visions and premonitions of vivid demolition
in a civic exhibition i rid them quicker than exorcism
im sick dont get pitted against a menace past or present
first last or second jus hope we never cross paths together
im no murderer believe me i had no help against it
yeah i stabbed her 50 times but it was self defense..shit

^^^^^ "Shits over for u Brotha.. put it up!! your washed up dawg.. Your not Jordan Dawg Stop thinkin u Jordan Dawg ur Fuckin MAGIC use to be sick..your not it Man your not what the people want man , your swag need viagra stop Injectin yourself with that shit man .. fareal give it up brotha!!"

[Glamtrash]

Overall it was done well. although I agree that Cee4's And Tramatik's verses were better but from what i've read: thats their schtick.

its not my fault its the way my parents raised me, physically n mentally scarred, abused as a child
i spent most of my childhood bruised never smiled, and now you wonder why this dudes actin wild
^^ Love it.