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i wont start my own forum so someone rip this shit

im fluid, you knew this, how smooth i grove to this music,
removing the movement is usless, we're movin to do shit...
fountain of knowledge, devout in the promise..
drop hot shit, when I spit...higher knowledge like college..
ur 2 bars compared to mine, you lose 2 stars, you barely shine..
ur two thoughts surpassing mine, is a joke, like dude thinkin ur-ass-could-rhyme...

Theres always Treasures to Gain Thru, Pleasures & Pain Dude,
Puttin Pressure on Frames - Move quickly I rip shit that'll split Leather & Swade - Smooth//
I Measure the Game Too, Sector up Brains Fool, so you Better ObTain Clues,
I Sever & Slay Rules so i stay Clever & Blaze Booths for the sake of Cheddar & Fame Moves//
I only Listen to One, voice till my Mission is Done, so intelligent I could Re-Position the Sun,
My only Contridiction is Guns, life Isnt no Fun, Rippin it Up, Im pickin the Competition to Bust//
Bein Devinely Rated is like every Night your Debated to it bein stated that your Kindly Hated,
So dont Mind Me Sayin, that I Rhyme Amazin, when my Eyes Be Faded,
You couldnt beat me up if you Fight Me Wasted///

multi after multi without the written-division, now i'm gettin-a-vision...of how ya'll can "kiss my ass" while i'm shittin-n-pissin//
gotcha lips-in-collision, just like my foot when im kickin-ya-ribs-in till ur sick-in-condition when im spittin-decisions mysteriously like some hidden-magician//

no disappearing acts but i'll slowly-premier and make these ghostly-severe flows-reappear//
i'm only-sincere, it's these lyrics that u closely-endear, but these multis-u-hear r mostly-to-fear//

without extendin-the-free, i'll put the bend-in-ya-knee n get u fallin down like descendin-debris//
i'm not pretendin-to-be defendin-emcees, but since i stretched the intro im endin-in-three//



-edited- lol i changed one word considering i just typed this up and didn't reread it until now

nice from every1 so far

tom is a legend with ekoms the ominous presence
we bomb you peasants then its on to presidents
until the calm is pleasant, actually im to strong for weapons
but ekoms can play a song with wessons!
ghost can come along for lessons
my ruthless aggression is the truest
i just got through this session with a few kids
that excludes ekoms, how u like my new shit?
fuck.. what bar am i on? what-ever its just music

come lets see some multies yall

I'm Tossin Gernades, the Cost will be Made, Coffins will Reign/
I'm All for the Blame, Offin ya Name, Talkin is Lame, I'll Alter your Brain//
get Caught in the Flame, Flaws I Refrain, I'm Off of the Chain///
The Boss in the Game, Stompin you Lames, Leavin You At The Bottom Bottled An Chained////

That's Not Four "Bars" My Bad. Lol I'll Re-do Some SHit Later.

Posting-Rap I make the Most-Impact Between Ghost-N-Mac, multis bring my Devotion-Back,
Now Ill Accept Any Open-Match, N Leave Em Smashed Like Broken-Glass, Slashed When I Cut Their Throat-In-Fast, Blasted really trashed-kid, pull out my sword fresh from the black-smith, n leave medal in them like crashes, yo, i clash-with emcees with unnatural tactics plus i got a disease?!

Disease Infection Infests In Ya teamz Perception N
Complection,Perfection Blessin Ya Pressence//
Selection Present When Flexin,Pressin Ya Chest in,
Breathless!,Excellin Within Tha Depthz-Kid//
Suggestin Ya Exit,Or Suffer Led Injection in Secondz
Second Step-is Deadlier Weaponz We Reppin'//
See-a-Seperate Peice-Swept-Clean Of ya Body,
But Heat Pressed Direct,Makes ya Chest Bleed Less

I hit harder than fat women hittin tha floor/
beggin for more/ you can quote the raven but I'm never the more/
never the less/ I always impress/
they say i'm tha best/ cuz i'm always passin a test/
Fuck Christina, I'll drink my genie out tha bottle/
these kids need someone rich for a role model/
whut can i say...my pockets are fatter than Rosie O'Donell...

rosie-o'donnel can blow-me-tho-vato, my lyrics are holy-like-tahoe//
dude im sittin here waitin for ekoms to throw-me-a-taco//
im starvin, so i snack-on-emcees, tackle-the-knees n shatter there bladder-n-spleen//
im the master of all matters-in-these cyphers growin fatter-n-mean im batterin-weaks//

shits like PSP, got tha game-in-the-palm//
spewin flame-n-napalm so kids should pray-n-thank-god i dont take aim-n-spray-shots//
im mamin-lame-thoughts with grenades-n-great-plots//
the type break ya rib cage-in-8-spots ill twist n tangle ya frame-in-freyed-knots//

Sockettz Rotten Az a Prop Tha Barrel N
Start to Squeeze,Heat Seapz N Fleez,Suddenly//
See On the Scene all U See Is a Sea of Blood
Apparently U Shouldnt have Been Darein me//
Now I Plot Thoughtz,Ya Demise i Sought,No Sobbz
Nor Sorrowz,Borrow Precision From PrecisE An bring Horror//
Hit'Em Inflictin Deadly Depictionz With Delight,Aiight,
By Tomarrow You'll 1,663 Ft Deep in tha Atlantic,Tha Shitz Frantic

^^ 4got tha 4 bar rule lol