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They say hip hops dead
I think they gonna bury it
Listenin to the radio
All they ever play is ****
I need somethin original
Someone spit that stupid flow

somethin original, somethin original
i gotta keep em waitin my flow is so suspenseful
imma let the beat build. wayne
then i go hard. t-pain
when the beat drops my verses follow like rain
and ill never stop. ez tag lane
everytime i spit the beats get abraham lincolned. slain
my flow is so charles manson insane
and i wont stop til the end of the game
beast

Reese Invoked the beast, well here I am in the flesh.
Marking your possessions, pissed on and left in your dept.
Quick hold their feet, as I perform this verbal surgery.
On your brain with laser precision, carving my name surgically.
scarring you permanently. Sk'ns a Mad Doc with a Scalpel,
Leaving you hanging you upside down vertically. You could say I'm that *** hole.
Reflections remind you of the time, you were sliced with a rhyme.
swimming inside your mind, from side to side.
We are that incredible team forcing night mares as your dreaming.
in a pool of lyrics floating you closer in the deep end..
The murky waters are freezing, suddenly something coming for like horror flick.
You can't see it. But you cant ignore it it's A.

A.

Flow it fast, flow it slow, either way its finna blow
No row, no death, but my breath still sick for show
And my lines dope like we opened kitchens at harlem's throat
Pope 'mongst men, Hefner 'mongst women, leave the soap
Show and tell, Hughes Jr, Innovator or Sooner
Sooner you swallow truth, the faster I leave junior
There's no facing this, ni*ga has the back, not tasty lips
No telling he's an atheist, blessings absent like double dips

That stupid flow you say
Ask wayne, i bet he'll know
Nigguhs talking bout gettin b!tches, You couldnt even pull a h0e
Like E-40 told me, Nigguh,just tell me when to go
I can spit that retarded flow,but i cant give you rap heaven
when kids like soulja boy rap like they are only seven
the game died, lets face it folks
the mainstream rapper are a hoax
bury the game in the casket
cuz in a year ur gonna ask it,
"why dem Nigguhs rocking baskets"
Aint notice? Why do Nigguh's backpack have Dora The explorer
NickJr. better do something before they wh0re her
When do rappers ever have sick cyphers
why does it take a second for their lines to be decypherd
the game gets easier each generation
wack tracks are played across the nation
its sad cuz all u do is rhyme, its easy
just ask that New Orleans man named Weezy
Rapping is regressing like Benjamin Button did
if you can base a whole song on f*cking lids (hats)
Snapbacks back, tyga, yeah i called him out
and young money can come if they wanna f*ckin bout (Like Boxing Bout)
Cuz their dopest spitter was another man named Curren$y
That was the only dude in the crew that was a G
The game aint dead, its just in hiding
Like some west side nigguh f*cked up when he was Ghost Riding (Rappers aren't about what rap is now)
Get it, cuz the rap game is that nigguhs car
and we are the generation that might take it far
So their might be hope, so much talent in my sight
so who will be the rap game's shining knight?

(I actually like Tyga, but I needed a line)

When I said baskets it was because so many stupod fads occur in hip hop, like wearing children's back pack, so it seemed like they randomly did it to me, and the next wierdest looking thing on my list was ppl wearing baskets

Uhhhh

'Fraid of the dark? Get out shark shadow.
Lock em in cages. Make the damn bars rattle
Slash the competiton like he own over half
Keep it in his head like he excel at math
Of course the young master ride beats, Times past
Cook on the stove, cracked flow cause a relapse
Synapse fire random, stand for raps anthem
Jump from line to line like an addict had his dream done
Time and time again, the bastard has been fought
MCs make bad pupils, popped like acid thoughts
To the dome four shots, see the light like moths
Strikes like a tiger, Niger flow like sloth
No cloth can contain the spill, slick like a oil spill
June not at the peak, finals pushed back, new deal
So when they dam the river, just know one fact
Never has June dropped the mic, blood pact

Flowin' spiritually, like the ghost has a hold of me
Spokin' lyrically, never knowing bad positioning
Petitioning the whack repping rap left envisioning
Finishing the pack letting macks get a hint of me
Ethnicity, does it even matter nowadays?
Thats the reason my folks ain't even rappers as they say
So fxck all the stereotypes, good luck to the daily folks I'm
Ruckus to the radio and something if I maybe go try..

Ghost grabbed onto us, but we ain't encouragin a call to any buster.
Roast them, they can't get through us. Courage is somethin they can't muster.
Flow so heavy the mic comes equipped with a tampax.
No more levy, the mental waves succumbs haters damn acts.

I think its time to branch out like a tree.
Go from a businessmen to a straight og.
Or vice versa,
but I need to rehearse a

Speech for my inauguration
Cus I'm the President of the Lyrical nation
Wetter than a haitian, Shake you like Japan
The aftermath's radiation, make you into spiderman

But my words are Raid, so I'll spit till you've been sprayed.
Your morale has decayed, so I'll get you a bandaid.

Eh.

Killin' all you buggin' me, I eject raid
Feelin' like a bumble bee, I'll inject pain
Got you in checkmate, Bouncing off me I am your minds membrane
Lend change, cause I've spent time tryna make my sense raise

Attempt to select the best phrase in my head's brain
Sent messages to a text state on this thread's page
Offends may, occur on this ambiguous chat
But just let it go on with this continuous rap.