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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:23 am
Im Eating Doritos Wiff My Moms,
While Out In The Cornfields Niggas Dropping Bombs,
On Gears Of War I Always Pick Dom,
To Bad In The 3rd One He Dies So Young ..
The Rhyme Was Just For Fun Because Its 3 In The Mourning,
Im Playing Xbox , No Ones On , It Feels So Boring ,
Im Nearly Crashing On The Desk,
My Eyes Are At Rest ,
Refrigerators ...... Alligators .
OH s**t Now You Know Imma Beast At Raps (Sike)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 1:24 am
they say he changes when the sun goes down
rumbles in the jungles round that time when the fun goes down
funk those clowns actin like they can withstand this hit-man
peddle dope lines; no kickstands. squeeze arms like wrist bands
"what them numbers lookin like in his pants?" quit countin my pockets
shockin like wet sockets that even my accountant packs rockets
can't trust nobody... you been knew this rappin was just a hobby
but i had to lobby for the thugs parlayin down in the lobby
of every radio station trynna get a record play hit
to set the record straight big ups to the ones who make it
hope they get play like wayne, ye and drake get
and then they'll put me on the track full of niggas that i trained wit
it makes sense. makin pence and whatever the highest currency is
from the eastest parts of Europe to the cleanest parts of Berlin
no magic; no merlin. burlap conceilin the strap ready to burst in
any facility like "little me has come to take over this vicinity"
get punished for obscenities. empty seat get replenished by my men and me
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 4:30 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Rf1V7mJ-KO0like a thief in the night, i'm seeing your bike over jewelry cause i'm needing a knife for seeking the right brewery of blackness to drink because the milky way's C.R.E.A.M doesn't fit into my scheme of being black and having dreams about being king, lacking the sacrifice. this i tackled twice for capital. the accurate price i devise from the categorized stem of thought was brought to you by the following letters i stole from your front door after the property, in a better position dropped in value. so your credit cards? confiscated it's complicated. i need the money to get exonerated of my cleptomania. it's like a five finger discount every day, every man for himself type flavor served on heavy plates; your responsibility. no. your duty as just another american to protect your property over your life with a hair pin trigger, giving me probable cause for a self defense case. so i get money for busting into your crib in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:15 pm
beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PAOwqu8_MA&feature=relmfuI stay pennin' perfections and punkin' the pitiful lyrical Yall are minimum, minuscule; two sylables finish you I'm the boss of my craft; Holocaust in my raps Motzltoffin' when I'm bombin'; top dog in my class And I ain't ever slackin; stayin' polished and prime By abolishin' the wackness by the classics and rhyme Ya flow's flaccid and celebete; I rap intelligent With the spirit of lyrics for hip hop's relevence Respects to Kris One and Pun; EM, Ap and Run They fathered hip hop and me as a son But these marketed crooks are starvin the culture 'Cause Flash is forgotten and Wayne gets the Pulitzer I'm sick of the auto-tune, the swag and the pants And if the dougie is hip hop; where's the break in the dance Maybe I'm takin' a chance sayin' hip hop is dead But I'm alive and well, ******** these popluar trends
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 2:03 pm
f**k out of here ***** get punched in yo grill
im ill, and i kill anybody with skill
so if u dont got it come thru like i dont got it, came thru straight shot it
i like kid cudi, i like lupe, i like wednesday, i like tuesday, i like friday it is my day, call that high day yeah rofl
i suck at freestyles
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:08 pm
Beat: Click HereIt's business as usual; breakin' outta cubicles Smokin' loud by the ounce; music stays beautiful Got rubberband blue dreams in my blue jeans Hoody stay baggy 'cause my baggy got no seeds High above heaven; blunts stuffed with the sevens Never slackin'; dope smoke's puffin' like dragons LaLaLa is what I'm smokin on; it's hella strong I hit a bong; I hit a pipe; paperplanin' all night Homie hit the fog light I'm higher then skirts on prom night In the backseat with ya b***h; ask me What I got's a lotta pot; purple's in the circle I'm down for the smoke show; ******** that commercial I stay on the med grade and elevate my pen game The weed stay swellin; turn you Helen in one plane So vote for green peace and smoke this green piece I'm out homie, peace
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:57 pm
BEAT - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JqLVOyZ8k8&feature=relatedOK...IMA THA #1 MC,...CANT FADE MY FLOW/
EVEN WHEN IM LOW ON VOLTS U CANT GLAZE MY GLOW/
HEAD SHOTS.. twisted ..STR8 2 YA CRANIUM/
FROM THA LOCK-N-LOADED NICKEL PLATE'D TITANIUM/
HAD 2 DROP A KEYSTYLE 2 SHOW U HOW ITS DONE/
I'LL MURDA U SON,..MY LYRICS LIKE A DUMB DUDE WIT A GUN/
I CAME 2 BATTLE NE1 BUT NOBODY ANSWERS ON THE LINE/
BUT I CAN ACCEPT NE CHALLENGERS & KILL ALL 1 AT A TIME/
I DO THIS....4 FUN & THE LOVE OF HIP-HOP/
DEMOLISH BARRIERS..b***h THE JUGGERNAUT U CANT STOP/
I WALK IN A CLOUD,..SO HIGH U CANT SEE ME NI66A/
MAKEIN SMOKE SIGNALS...THINK IM BOUT 2 BUILD A TEPEE NI66A/
SHAWTY SAY SHE REAL WET, SO MY SAILOR TOOK A SWIM/
STR8 MARINE IN HER STREAM,...SHOULD'VE GOT THAT s**t ON FILM/
JUST ******** ROUND WIT THE KEYS...BUT I DO THIS s**t WIT EASE/
GOT SUM s**t UP IN MY CLOSET, THAT'LL KNOCK OFF YO SLEEVES/ rofl
& THATS REAL TALK..... stare YEA NI66A DATS REAL TALK/
THOUGHT SHE PLAYED CROSS COUNTRY THE WAY I MAKE A b***h WALK/
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 4:54 am
Hit you straight in your lips, before you see it, like the glory hole,
so the story goes, DCD bust the teeth outt a sheep witt a corny flow;
On the Maury show, pourin coke down the throat of a sorry hoe,
with self-esteem issues, so she'll let me pack her up where my pork should go!
I'm RUTHLESS, stupid, watch one dude screw ya whole movement,
proven, to be the greatest, you provin'... you need improvement;
School em'... its PROF. Music to you students, professin music to the new kids convinced that music they speakin fluent, y'all a nuisance, and even MUSIC knew it! rofl
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 7:48 am
Known for keepin' the hammer c**k'd, leave ya body flop'd,
crew gets molli-wopped, then I hit the clutch and let the hammer drop;
Then I hit the crib, ya b***h know how to make her body rock,
dump the d**k in her, send her to pay respect to a body box!
Cold, and often twisted, the point, in case ya missed it,
these visions so ******** vivid, picture ya bleedin I bet ya feel it;
Darker than any villain, bout' stackin chips to the ceilin,
if the blood gotta be spillin, aint makin it back to ya children!
NEW KID IN THE MIX! Get AT me if you like what you see!
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 5:55 am
I'm bored as ********, and sorta' rough, this morning uhh...
so i'mma write a bit and rhyme the s**t 'cause boredom sucks.
It's like...7 something, and my head is bumpin'. Said it's nothin',
but frontin', 'cause somethin' been munchin' inside my head for months and...
so I fed him lunch and read it somethin'.......
forgot the...name at the moment, but told him to get to bed, the sun's been...
summoned. I'm wonderin'...if death is coming, soon...
Since twenty-twelve will end the world, I read on sunday news.
No i didn't. "The flow I'm spittin", is what I wanted t‹o rhyme with next.
But chose against it, 'cause didn't want the sentence to go ballistic,
and s**t s**t with scolding gimmicks, and fix it like broken image,
with bold itilics, now go and listen to to this s**t, and fix the misfits.
Made sense, didn't it? Nope. It's italics, not itilics, so...
not givin' a tidbit of s**t b***h, 'cause this is a sickenin' flow.
...i hope. But either way, It's almost 8, and I need to get some sleep,
and stretch my feet, and pass the day with masturbation, flowin' skeet.
...and if you were wondering if this verse made any sense, or point...it didn't. : l
G'night.
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:37 pm
IF they call you the dopest; Imma smoke ya then I'll ghost ya
Been the king, fingers ringed, independent everything
Rose from the the ashes, cheap liquor and them white lines
I've never lived lavish so I don't sip on that white wine
Rhymin' is my lifeline while flyin' like it's priceline
But rooted 'cause Roots gave me thoughts from a lifetime
All ********' 90's, I'm duckin' from the ******** that "got paper" flow; Ex stays relatable
My heart's to the masses, Noah's Ark to the wackness
I'm savin' the real, keep the hooks for that bad b***h
This "rappin'" is has been and passion is past tense
I rock that throwback and class that lack sense
Ya brain's are hungry so I'm feedin' the famished
By obsesin' ya bandwidth; download my canvas
I'm Da Vinci at rap s**t; Mono Lisa's just average
Pioneer ears; ******** hooks and the adlibs
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:00 am
I don't know, I kinda like being the realist in it
To paint a picture vivid and have em know you meant it
Scripted illest syllables stacked in rap. Where my villains at?
The way he check the mic, he could prolly foot a bill wit that
I've killed a cat out of curiosity to see if it could bounce back
What a waste of a sound track. Smartened up to count stacks
give it up for these punch lines; pound that like a bro
And spit that s**t he get just for shovin up his nose
The ingredients was teeming with unidentifiable supplements
Substance filled flows that go over heads like duck and miss
You lost ya mind? Here's a map so you can find out who you ******** with
His ******** wit gives sustinents to the starving people of the pu-b-lic
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Namiko Kaito Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 9:48 pm
BeatI'm goin' back to the microphone It's a cyclone in the writer's zone Lightin' zongs are how I write my songs Elevating bar rasin'; educatin' all nations Marley mind when I rhyme; and I'm still blazin' The skill's brazen when I put it down Run the town like Jay; track record's in the pounds I ain't talkin' 'bout the sling; understand my wordplay I'm in love with the game; yall can't manage first base To white girls with booties Feelin' a boozy; lemme introduce me I'm a boss at this craft, still chasin' the cheese Don't call me Mac; but Miller's ill with the steeze I'm Exadus, reppin' spit with a heart beat flexin' ribs And I'm wreckin' s**t; goin' ahundred like Benjamins This is what is like Wiz and Black and Yellow Never actin' ghetto; just a rapper twistin' 'Rellos Yall p***y like litters; stale cookies, you bitter The only time you nice, is when I mix you with liquor When I'm drunk as ******** grindin' up in a club But then again my pen stays slicin' you drugs Nah, I ain't callin' you dope Yall are potent with death overdosin' the globe I'm claimin' my throne, King Spit's in effect Nah I be the s**t, yall are water with text
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:22 pm
I guess niggas turn a blind eye to guys reachin out like wi-fi
Signaling for peace like flowing sheets of tie-dye
But I mean, I tried. Now I'll do this favor like a nice guy
And bring it to you in a flow that's razor to your nice tie
I'm cuttin fools off. All offers loss at the alter, boss
Cause a holocaust before the coin toss hits the marble gloss
Floors. You must be against us, if you ain't for it
The way I been holdin in these scorched scripts you'd think I had torched ribs
Now I'll let it out. It hurts when it's read aloud
But y'all come back for more like you can't get enough of what I'm Gettin out
When in doubt give into his clout. Cause a fuss like the biggest pout
Whatchu bout? s**t, I doubt. Def niggas wouldn't hear him out
So until I start to get some cooperation ima start poppin vagrants
Takin lyrical shots that's aimin at all who's scared or do a lot of fakin
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 1:14 pm
... I see a lot of letters but I'm not impressed.
Thanks for showing everyone a break down of why Teezy's best.
This isn't Teezy best... This is toe level.
Burying MCees with no shovel. I slam 'em in the
Ground like a ball in the endzone. Listen to the
Sounds of the rhythms my pen's drawn. Niggas using
Words bigger than their appendages. Yet every time they
Flow, they usin incomplete sentences. The difference is...
... I finish s**t, then I flush. Face ******** ya
Girl until my p***s erupts... Enough.
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