Animal Instincts
Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 2:23 am
Here's my first drop on the site, check....,
It's the most lyrical one, you fear when I come...
like a braud that missed her period son, you rookies hear me and run...
when I drop a verse that's it....period...done...
I haunt the SHADOWS of ya NIGHTmares, then I reappear with the SUN...
I leave the murder scene and it's clearly been won, give son his respect...
I'm used to rappin/WRAPPIN lines tight when I come at ya NECK...
so it's pretty CLEAR HE'S BEEN HUNG, it appears I've become...
the superior one......you're too damn inexperienced dun...
my rhythm sears through the drums in the ears of the young...
you just releasing hot air, like you was a bullet that pierced through a lung!!!
so shiver in fright when grippin the mic...souls are buried...
don't compare me to posers that flow to hold a grammy...
so bring ya rhymes to the alter, and drop a hot written...
don't think that I'ma exalt ya, unless you got rhythm...
but now I gotta depart ya, cause you did not listen...
I'm bout to butter and salt ya, just like a hot biscuit!!!
f*** it I'll stalk ya, with demon eyes I approach thee...
til ur scared to touch the DIAL/dial, like you just like to be dirty...
then red dot you like a pirate with scurvy....
and kill ya dreams while ur still a teen, to be alive and survive through ya 30's...
chumps die if they touch mine's/MINES....
unless you wanna walk without ya knees, practice caution and proceed!!!
cause I'm fast paced I'm yawning at ya speed, oh you spit a rhyme...
that was sick as mine, my bad dog I was asleep...
I quick enough to smack Satan, while we bicker in hell...
and escape from the 9th ring, without a blistering cell...
whenever you envision ya skill, you should picture a snail...
that's been sniffed and inhaled to rot inside of a prisoner's jail...
that we know as ya cranium, you couldn't even piss...
a golden flow, so there's no doubt that you will remain a bum...
I know I'm pissin off the fakers on the mic...
don't love me cause I'm whack, I want you to hate me cause I'm nice...
This is street music B, I ain't throwin no party anthems...
and I'ma keep doin me, even tho you can hardly stand him...
I got you amazed how I've cleverly done it, and bring the drama and pain...
to whoever should want it, now who's next to be punished?...
Somebody weak on a track....I'll shut em down...
he tryna speak from his ass?...I'll shut him down...
for a lame to drop a quote, in my lane he's got to choke...
peep the disclaimer that I wrote..."you can't hang without a rope"...
(WHOA).....now you've had ya 30 seconds to relax...
I done traveled through the 3rd dimension and I'm back...
in a flash, bashing foes with a battle axe in the back...
of the throat, gashing leaving ya Adam's apple detached!!!
I match any rapper clappin a gat, that ish is funny...
I'll straight grab it and laugh like, "just drop down and give me twenty"...
while you were busy I gripped ya honey....slipped the twenty in her mouth...
hit her tummy?, homie I'm strokin til I hit the money...
I tear shyt up like a bad drill, my pen and pad still...
addicted to Advil because I'm that ill...
with mad skill...no Hummer, I ain't braggin with a fat deal...
but I'm still tippin, cause my stationwagon got a flat wheel...
that's why they label me a loser to the public...
cause I refuse to be subdued, I'm too cool to be a puppet...
don't say that I'm abusive, I just choose to be destructive....
and I blaze like an acoustic, I'm not the dude you wanna f*** with!!!
go head....think that I'm scared to hit ya, I'll have you flying...
like a pair of scissors, that a clumsy chid was prepared to give ya...
then choke you to silence, til ya bloodstream is turning to violet...
stripping you of oxygen, quicker than your hemoglobin can bind it!!!
my biggest slip up to this date, I took an eraser tip....
erased a six from a kid's head, and scribbled an eight...
as soon as the razor tip hit my vein it split...
not my vein but the razor, I guess my pipes weren't made to drip...
but you leak like a broken cup, I'll poke ur guts...
until I glaze ya ribs, and make you bleed red like you hate the Crips...
I BEES the block cause I'm dope as uck, holmes you aim and miss..
you couldn't even hold a BUZZ if ya name was SID!!! (lol)
(Street Illuminati)......you cain't correct us cause we came to wreck ya...
we puttin RED DOTS on these BLACK SQUARES, like a game of Checkers...
to take you back to the time, when you used to pray...
you couldn't even be next to I, if you were J/Jay(Z)!!!
Hook-
It's the most lyrical one, you fear when I come...
like a braud that missed her period son, you rookies hear me and run...
when I drop a verse that's it....period...done...
I haunt the SHADOWS of ya NIGHTmares, then I reappear with the SUN...
I leave the murder scene and it's clearly been won, give son his respect...
I'm used to rappin/WRAPPIN lines tight when I come at ya NECK...
so it's pretty CLEAR HE'S BEEN HUNG, it appears I've become...
the superior one......you're too damn inexperienced dun...
my rhythm sears through the drums in the ears of the young...
you just releasing hot air, like you was a bullet that pierced through a lung!!!
so shiver in fright when grippin the mic...souls are buried...
don't compare me to posers that flow to hold a grammy...
so bring ya rhymes to the alter, and drop a hot written...
don't think that I'ma exalt ya, unless you got rhythm...
but now I gotta depart ya, cause you did not listen...
I'm bout to butter and salt ya, just like a hot biscuit!!!
f*** it I'll stalk ya, with demon eyes I approach thee...
til ur scared to touch the DIAL/dial, like you just like to be dirty...
then red dot you like a pirate with scurvy....
and kill ya dreams while ur still a teen, to be alive and survive through ya 30's...
chumps die if they touch mine's/MINES....
unless you wanna walk without ya knees, practice caution and proceed!!!
cause I'm fast paced I'm yawning at ya speed, oh you spit a rhyme...
that was sick as mine, my bad dog I was asleep...
I quick enough to smack Satan, while we bicker in hell...
and escape from the 9th ring, without a blistering cell...
whenever you envision ya skill, you should picture a snail...
that's been sniffed and inhaled to rot inside of a prisoner's jail...
that we know as ya cranium, you couldn't even piss...
a golden flow, so there's no doubt that you will remain a bum...
I know I'm pissin off the fakers on the mic...
don't love me cause I'm whack, I want you to hate me cause I'm nice...
This is street music B, I ain't throwin no party anthems...
and I'ma keep doin me, even tho you can hardly stand him...
I got you amazed how I've cleverly done it, and bring the drama and pain...
to whoever should want it, now who's next to be punished?...
Somebody weak on a track....I'll shut em down...
he tryna speak from his ass?...I'll shut him down...
for a lame to drop a quote, in my lane he's got to choke...
peep the disclaimer that I wrote..."you can't hang without a rope"...
(WHOA).....now you've had ya 30 seconds to relax...
I done traveled through the 3rd dimension and I'm back...
in a flash, bashing foes with a battle axe in the back...
of the throat, gashing leaving ya Adam's apple detached!!!
I match any rapper clappin a gat, that ish is funny...
I'll straight grab it and laugh like, "just drop down and give me twenty"...
while you were busy I gripped ya honey....slipped the twenty in her mouth...
hit her tummy?, homie I'm strokin til I hit the money...
I tear shyt up like a bad drill, my pen and pad still...
addicted to Advil because I'm that ill...
with mad skill...no Hummer, I ain't braggin with a fat deal...
but I'm still tippin, cause my stationwagon got a flat wheel...
that's why they label me a loser to the public...
cause I refuse to be subdued, I'm too cool to be a puppet...
don't say that I'm abusive, I just choose to be destructive....
and I blaze like an acoustic, I'm not the dude you wanna f*** with!!!
go head....think that I'm scared to hit ya, I'll have you flying...
like a pair of scissors, that a clumsy chid was prepared to give ya...
then choke you to silence, til ya bloodstream is turning to violet...
stripping you of oxygen, quicker than your hemoglobin can bind it!!!
my biggest slip up to this date, I took an eraser tip....
erased a six from a kid's head, and scribbled an eight...
as soon as the razor tip hit my vein it split...
not my vein but the razor, I guess my pipes weren't made to drip...
but you leak like a broken cup, I'll poke ur guts...
until I glaze ya ribs, and make you bleed red like you hate the Crips...
I BEES the block cause I'm dope as uck, holmes you aim and miss..
you couldn't even hold a BUZZ if ya name was SID!!! (lol)
(Street Illuminati)......you cain't correct us cause we came to wreck ya...
we puttin RED DOTS on these BLACK SQUARES, like a game of Checkers...
to take you back to the time, when you used to pray...
you couldn't even be next to I, if you were J/Jay(Z)!!!
Hook-