Come get slaughtered!

Don't ever hand me a dead mic, countryman - red stripe.
Or end up Colombian neck tied.

Don't run from death or get caught in the next life.
Hit with a jet sized led pipe. Lets fight.

..Like low lives on a liqueur binge, throwing bottles at litter bins.
Spitting on vouve Cuz I'm sick of him.
His outlook's often as bleak as the weather cast..
when the storm strikes he'll be lost I'm the wreckage path.
Magnificent ****.
Larger than life like silicon tits.
And you'll find not that the biggest one hit.
My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains.
But drift on a high like im eye high in cocaine..
Exchange words with the man with no name.
You can catch me throwing up letters on the ghost train.
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates.
Hunched up, punching keys in till my bones ache.
I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons.
Can't move, vouves running on spot like cartoons.
I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts.
Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds.
Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods.
And im ready for death when of course God beckons.
On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons.
And grey skies hide sunshine from all heavens.
I'm threatened, by the seven sins of my species.
I don't need tv I read tea leaves.
Smoke the peace pipe in the chiefs teepee.
And I'll rise from the sea if the seized sheep need me.
You can put me on the mountain and I'd top spin gods bible.
Cuz all my life I've been buying stock in false idols.

So friend, I'm not afraid to sin for death's the eyes illusion.
We're all the same consciousness - I'd die to find it proven.

Op

Originally Posted by smoothtung

To who ^

Originally Posted by smoothtung

Don't ever hand me a dead mic, countryman - red stripe.
Or end up Colombian neck tied.

Don't run from death or get caught in the next life.
Hit with a jet sized led pipe. Lets fight.

..Like low lives on a liqueur binge, throwing bottles at litter bins.
Spitting on vouve Cuz I'm sick of him.
His outlook's often as bleak as the weather cast..
when the storm strikes he'll be lost I'm the wreckage path.
Magnificent ****.
Larger than life like silicon tits.
And you'll find not that the biggest one hit.
My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains.
But drift on a high like im eye high in cocaine..
Exchange words with the man with no name.
You can catch me throwing up letters on the ghost train.
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates.
Hunched up, punching keys in till my bones ache.
I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons.
Can't move, vouves running on spot like cartoons.
I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts.
Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds.
Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods.
P im ready for death when of course God beckons.
On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons.
And grey skies hide sunshine from all heavens.
I'm threatened, by the seven sins of my species.
I don't need tv I read tea leaves.
Smoke the peace pipe in the chiefs teepee.
And I'll rise from the sea if the seized sheep need me.
You can put me on the mountain and I'd top spin gods bible.
Cuz all my life I've been buying stock in false idols.

So friend, I'm not afraid to sin for death's the eyes illusion.
We're all the same consciousness - I'd die to make it proven.

GOOD GAWD!!!!! I wish there was a scale to tell how this made me feel, cuz "like" fails. If I fell to hell I'd be compelled to reveal this tale to the devil himself
It's hot smooth, fuk a mic, it'd melt his tail. Molten bars would fill a well and unjail those housed in cells unable to bail..

no

Originally Posted by smoothtung

To who ^

Been a juvenile delinquent,
since Jews in the Nile were relinquished..
And yes, I guess I ridicule religion,
in jest to contest my pitiful existence..
Is it best to confess my Kriminal intentions?
Discontinue wrenching on u with mechanical precision?
Fuk that! What MACK, conjure such an irrational decision?
Laughable to mention, me ending my tactical agression
of subliminal suggestions, as novel as racial oppression..
Delusional dependence on decimal positions
tends to present predictable symptoms,
its an act, u lack individual presence..
That's practical, evident...
You're beneath me, amongst the rest of the sediment..
I'm the great seas pressing it, feel the pressure yet?
Each wave, trough to crest crashing to wreck ya best..
I render your literal position obsolete..
Bend your internal visions, it's ROBB u seek..
But can't reach... But need! even though nose bleeds
accompany me, and proceed, til I leave..
Resembles addiction, are u hooked on pain?
Do u truly feel Its despicable, me dismissin your name?
I do. But u need parental supervision to enter the game..
U know where I aim, cerebral infection as I bust on your brain..
Leave you there, maimed. Mental decapitation, nothing there but my stain..
So open your eyes to this mystical location,
let go of your pride this is no typical vacation..
No games, no rides, it's your permanent residence you've arrived to die..
Hear the howls fiend from the sky,
here to free u of your Halloween disguise?..
Then relieve your lies of your life..
You envision gorillas in the mist then
wonder, "is the pistol full or i'nt it."
I offer minimal provisions, I offer terminal collisions..
Like a flight controller that di'nt know what last call meant..
I'm not of sound mind, but I decide if it all ends, wether u crash or land..
No fly by's, just try guy and ill test your physical condition..
I roll like a tire, you tire like you're rollin,
been eatin' Molly since Friday, and I'm still goin..
My pupils, still growin'. My pupils? Inadequate skills showin'..
Rise to the head of the class or continue wondering, not knowin'..
How I kept u in suspense, til the next time I was flowin'....

Is that Molly synthetic bro? Shiiiet aha



I'm a..
Filler of grey skies; spray paint tornadoes.
Fallen angel with a worn halo.
Moonwalk on a rainbow.
Multi-goal con writer.
Living in a frame my own soul's gone cyber.
Weed network, exert energy -
The head-nod expert.
Trenchfoot puttin' in legwork, the wordsmith
Still lifted off the first spliff.
I levitate in space then watch the earth shift.
Give a cold stare like I've never been scared before.
Live life; even though I know it impairs the norm.
Beef? hell on earth - better settle it there.
My sins are forgiven? heaven better prepare.
I walk full of fire and a belly full of hunger friend.
Uncontained rage takes place 'til I'm numb again.
I tread the righteous path through chaos -
My medium? this line as I violently pass through the seance.
Inspired by Kyah tried invoking ghost spirits.
I close my eyes knowing ill dream of dope lyrics.
You take your baby steps into the premises.
A photographic rapper, you develop negatives.
Your nothing but a different flavor; a condement.
Siphon the fetuses weakness before pawning it.
I'd kill him and no one would miss the common slum cat.
The lemmings would probably follow to the blood bath.

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!
I knew u was gonna bring the heat sun....burn it down bro I'll be on tonight...that one might not get dented tonight I'm a lil faded..and that sh¡t was serious....glad to get back in the ring with u tho..just like old times

***** I grind past the mother****in limit
My eyes to the sky til the day that I'm finished
Bullet to the heart if you don't lemme finish
I put up with this **** and I'm sick of these *****es
****in flow nasty, you should ****in ask me
Grind until it's ashy, what a catastrophe
Oh such a blasphamey, what these people ask of me
Never had my back, think they know me like a fact
Treat me like ****, but I'mma get em back
Til I ****in fade to black or I hava heart attack
Cuz I'mma ****in snap, you see me climbin to the top
You wanna shadow my success yet you never had my back
Yet you treat me like ****, you filthy ****in' rat
I'mma pop you lika zit or I'mma ****in bust a cap
I'mma drop you like a bad habit, trick ya like a mad hatta
Let the ****in blood spill, make ya whole damn brain splatta
Now tell me what's the matter? HA!
...

Flow go so thick like Guinness
Betta shut yo ****in mouth said I'd finish ina minute
And if you say a ****in word I'mma get my ****in minions
Cold blooded killers, I still keep ties
See through your bullshit, I can't bear lies
Do not face me, do not even try
Cuz the darkness inside me it ****in grows til
Til it eats me alive, I will not subside
You should just receed, you will not suceede
Monster monster, look what I've become
But I'm in it til I win it I ain't finished til I'm done

Putting stress up inside your head it isn't healthy
but i do it i guess for you to feel a little filthy
cause if your world was perfect you would have tried to kill me
for contaminating your society with the world as it should be.

and there no tolerance for all your distasteful incompetance
watch me reign over the top of this lyrical apocalypse
i cant stop the flows exiting the front of my esophagus
need only 16 bars to demonstrate how im dropping this

you keep on pacing verbal quizzes im acing
from the words of a mad mind im on my way to shining the shines
im constructing lines paving ways for you to go
up inside my head and intuitions so you can know
that i don't need your facts i know this track isn't all that
and if you still cant respect well **** you hows that?
your entitled to your own opinions

you don't have to listen if you think away your time is pissing
create your own flows but you can bet that ill listen
ill show a strong interest in what you'll be expressing
cause i don't live on the negative, and i don't **** smith and wessen

being the straight shooter dumping the flows on masses
you might have been around the block but im flaunting rhymes like stage passes
you know you cant practice half this blasphemous madness
it happens when you access my path of these infactious tactics and

no words in vocabulary you say wont get back to me
im in your cranial cavity the emptiness is fascinating
just by looking inside i can feel my mind dissipating
i think my souls going numb from the hollow sounds that's vibrating

so **** your opinions you express mine like the kings minions
but the only difference between ours is someday mine will be making the millions.

Don't ever hand me a dead mic, countryman - red stripe.
Or end up Colombian neck tied.

Don't run from death or get caught in the next life.
Hit with a jet sized led pipe. Lets fight.

..Like low lives on a liqueur binge, throwing bottles at litter bins.
Spitting on vouve Cuz I'm sick of him.
His outlook's often as bleak as the weather cast..
when the storm strikes he'll be lost I'm the wreckage path.
Magnificent ****.
Larger than life like silicon tits.
And you'll find not that the biggest one hit.
My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains.
But drift on a high like im eye high in cocaine..
Exchange words with the man with no name.
You can catch me throwing up letters on the ghost train.
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates.
Hunched up, punching keys in till my bones ache.
I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons.
Can't move, vouves running on spot like cartoons.
I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts.
Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds.
Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods.
P im ready for death when of course God beckons.
On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons.
And grey skies hide sunshine from all heavens.
I'm threatened, by the seven sins of my species.
I don't need tv I read tea leaves.
Smoke the peace pipe in the chiefs teepee.
And I'll rise from the sea if the seized sheep need me.
You can put me on the mountain and I'd top spin gods bible.
Cuz all my life I've been buying stock in false idols.

So friend, I'm not afraid to sin for death's the eyes illusion.
We're all the same consciousness - I'd die to make it proven.

I'm a..
Filler of grey skies; spray paint tornadoes.
Fallen angel with a worn halo.
Moonwalk on a rainbow.
Multi-goal con writer.
Living in a frame my own soul's gone cyber.
Weed network, exert energy -
The head-nod expert.
Trenchfoot puttin' in legwork, the wordsmith
Still lifted off the first spliff.
I levitate in space then watch the earth shift.
Give a cold stare like I've never been scared before.
Live life; even though I know it impairs the norm.
Beef? hell on earth - better settle it there.
My sins are forgiven? heaven better prepare.
I walk full of fire and a belly full of hunger friend.
Uncontained rage takes place 'til I'm numb again.
I tread the righteous path through chaos -
My medium? this line as I violently pass through the seance.

Hey.. I think all of those lines were written by Jehst. From different tracks, but all Jehst's lyrics. High Plains Anthem, Citizen Smif etc.
I recommend listening to Jehst's music and enjoying it.. but not attempting to pass it off as your own. Or did you credit him and I missed it?

Looking to see if anyone notices, I see stolen lines left and right on almost every drop. People use em on me il do the same thing

I enjoy writing my stuff out but if you guys are taking lines as well it's an insult to the time it takes me.

yo smooth, just don't bite lines full stop man. take pride in what you drop.

if you see other people biting report them, send them a PM telling them to stop or just don't reply to their verses.

don't start biting yourself man, set the example.

Originally Posted by smoothtung

Looking to see if anyone notices, I see stolen lines left and right on almost every drop. People use em on me il do the same thing

On every drop, you look for what you do
Implicate the rest in your coup
D'etat Of Stolen Rhymes,
Stolen LInes
Expect us to do your time
Along side by your side
But not this time
I'm not doin' your time
pay the price for your own crime
Commissioned and committed alone
without accomplice, on your own
Always acted alone
So call me to tha interrogation room
Where I can stand witness and testify against you
For crimes in which I'm not implicated
Cuz I never conspired, I'm not a thief like you
And I, don't need to steal to eat,
cuz I already got what I need
That's why I keep
Bringin' ya to your knees
While you keep on stealin'
These things
You ain't possesin'

Call me when you get some inner strength_
Your weakness is flung all over this place_
Filthy lies with bullshit walking_
Bring some game when you try talking_

Get me some of your wild thoughts_
Mix it up!!!! But not in knots_
If you think you got some "Bringing"
Consider it brought, without you singing_

Your dry humping me_
Verbally-
No style_ And a world of crap_
You wouldn't know a single verb_
If it was sitting on your lap_

You got from under cheese_
Down to your knees_
So Baby_ Please_
Go practice tease!!!!!

Drop your hope_Undercover dope_
Words with no sense_
That you spoke_

You keep repeating everything I say_
Your sorry azz, watching soaps all day_

How many times must you say my name_
Fake azz loser, you show your shame_

Venomology and sbu_
Both of you_
I'll run right through!!!!!

Find some effort and get a job!!!
Move out of moms, You f-ing slobs_

I got better thing's to do_
Than write some lyrics like 2 Live Crew_

I'm all grown up and got's to go_
Get Permission next time you flow.......

Lmfao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally Posted by Venomonology

yo smooth, just don't bite lines full stop man. take pride in what you drop.

if you see other people biting report them, send them a PM telling them to stop or just don't reply to their verses.

don't start biting yourself man, set the example.

I know i got you, sorry folks truly am. I have a self destructing side.

Never use the metaphor stealing to eat.
Men i adore thieve from the streets.
'Nevermore' feelings i seek like my life is the poem.
Man visited by the sea in the night by a totem.
Shows him;
The ocean you see is expanding.
You sleep by but need why know if the land sinks.
One can't breathe submerged in the chaos.
Humanity hurts by the worst of a brain wash.
Rain drops fall on the east coast.
Maine's crops chopped as the storm in the sea grows.
Team pose wrecked when my parents abandoned me.
Who needs those less than to fend for their family.
So when I was young I cussed and said f*ck mine.
Rhyme pad 'clean' but I couldn't get enough 'lines'.
Tough lives built but we weren't the architects.
None of you know me; so do my scars reflect..
Im the only one that see's phony in star elects.
They've gut our homes already so what will they harbor next.

I'm sorry for the inconsistent base of originality.
But I laugh in the face of a nation of criminality.

Nice one Smooth'. you're a damn great writer so you didn't even need to do it, that's the silly thing.
Its obvious you usually write your own stuff.. there's enough response, relevance and individual style in your own lyrics to demonstrate that they're original.

Originally Posted by MuseHipHop

Putting stress up inside your head it isn't healthy
but i do it i guess for you to feel a little filthy
cause if your world was perfect you would have tried to kill me
for contaminating your society with the world as it should be.

and there no tolerance for all your distasteful incompetance
watch me reign over the top of this lyrical apocalypse
i cant stop the flows exiting the front of my esophagus
need only 16 bars to demonstrate how im dropping this

you keep on pacing verbal quizzes im acing
from the words of a mad mind im on my way to shining the shines
im constructing lines paving ways for you to go
up inside my head and intuitions so you can know
that i don't need your facts i know this track isn't all that
and if you still cant respect well **** you hows that?
your entitled to your own opinions

you don't have to listen if you think away your time is pissing
create your own flows but you can bet that ill listen
ill show a strong interest in what you'll be expressing
cause i don't live on the negative, and i don't **** smith and wessen

being the straight shooter dumping the flows on masses
you might have been around the block but im flaunting rhymes like stage passes
you know you cant practice half this blasphemous madness
it happens when you access my path of these infactious tactics and

no words in vocabulary you say wont get back to me
im in your cranial cavity the emptiness is fascinating
just by looking inside i can feel my mind dissipating
i think my souls going numb from the hollow sounds that's vibrating

so **** your opinions you express mine like the kings minions
but the only difference between ours is someday mine will be making the millions.

is 'Muse Hip Hop'..?
his crew thinks not,
they'd mute his songs,
improve it lots,
put music on,
coz 'muse'sick's wrong.
I'm killing mics. his newest drop..
slipping, like the noose's knot.

a true rookie.
'Mews'.. 'p****'.
with his 'miss'treated like a child's pet.. and I'm a vet'..
as proven through the removal of 'mews'; a silent death.

"difference between us"? the same 'muse' that 'Em'used',
...coz if you're on the Dr's desk then I'll end you.

Originally Posted by quickill

***** I grind past the mother****in limit
My eyes to the sky til the day that I'm finished
Bullet to the heart if you don't lemme finish
I put up with this **** and I'm sick of these *****es
****in flow nasty, you should ****in ask me
Grind until it's ashy, what a catastrophe
Oh such a blasphamey, what these people ask of me
Never had my back, think they know me like a fact
Treat me like ****, but I'mma get em back
Til I ****in fade to black or I hava heart attack
Cuz I'mma ****in snap, you see me climbin to the top
You wanna shadow my success yet you never had my back
Yet you treat me like ****, you filthy ****in' rat
I'mma pop you lika zit or I'mma ****in bust a cap
I'mma drop you like a bad habit, trick ya like a mad hatta
Let the ****in blood spill, make ya whole damn brain splatta
Now tell me what's the matter? HA!
...

Flow go so thick like Guinness
Betta shut yo ****in mouth said I'd finish ina minute
And if you say a ****in word I'mma get my ****in minions
Cold blooded killers, I still keep ties
See through your bullshit, I can't bear lies
Do not face me, do not even try
Cuz the darkness inside me it ****in grows til
Til it eats me alive, I will not subside
You should just receed, you will not suceede
Monster monster, look what I've become
But I'm in it til I win it I ain't finished til I'm done

"thick like guiness",
not slick like this is.
simple schemes.. I'll win with ease..
he'll "pop like a zit" if this pimp'll squeeze.

I'm finishing "Quick" like I'm winning a sprint..
the lightweight's aimless and drifts in the wind..
this is legit: lyrics of his.. are "ill" with the skills of a sniffling kid.
living in envy of literate scripts, sickest when Venom administers his.
swinging to hit and missing the wits. a green-eyed "monster" slitting its wrists.
"mad hatta" swagger, try tipping the hat.
be "seen through the bullshit" like liberty caps.

I bet even your friends hate you:
..keep on asking when the death date's due.
..asking why your template's skewed.
..asking why your texts ain't true.
..yet they never ever ask about your next great tune.
just reply politely, coz you're worth sweet F A, Q'.

wackness admonished.. abandoned, abolished..
the eloquence shakes peers like rapping in sonnets.
it's a matter of logic; my rapping is polished,
adamant, honest and massively modest.
you're planning a topic and lacking the knowledge;
when "monsters" make fake moves it's animatronics.

"darkness inside"? I'm harboring light.. you're destroyed.
'tired' of coming with 'nothing'? just a yawning void.
your rhymes lack substance,
they defy rap's function.
empty headed.. just dust instead of a "brain splatta"..
you write like it's all black and white, apply grey matter.
be Quicker and Iller like the name matters.
quit dissing or hold your own to the same standard.
stay staggered like your lines' inconsistency..
mine's the epitome.. leave alive, like its a victory.

Originally Posted by _SBU

If he sees me in "Budapest"..
I'll see Smooth' and boo the pest.
I've proven depth, truth and strength.
Smooth' suppressed dellusions yet?
or too depressed to view the text?
best check who you choose to test,
your views project a crude pretense.
moody, stressed, amusing wreck.

Smoothtung, friend..
clued up yet..?
If I said 'rap or hiphop?' you'd.. choose dubstep.
new subject.. putting it 'blunt' as Snoop's 'club' sets..

I'm not "dissapointing" you,
I'm dis-appointing you;
I build and destroy, I'm the last of the "Craftsmen";
your crew of two are puppets, I'm the master that carved them.

hide the fact your life's a sham.. "tired rap, rhymer lapse"..?
-slit wrists with the mirror which broke when it inspired that.
this isn't tired, I never slip.
'Smooth' needs to re-tire; get a grip.

I'm sick of his lies; "tired rap, rhymer lapse"?
I'm iller with pride like my lions smashed a viral lab.

this is over your head like the texts are latin.
set to practise? tempus transit.
if you "see a writers back" you tend to stab it.
yet tend to panic and never damage.
collect regrets, the threat's established..
you've set a trend; forever passive.
you're coming with nothing, better check the demographic..
you're fronting with cheap imagery like a demo graphic.

uh oh restoration and order but my name isnt the gov...i hear a bunch of hating that has never knew love

ugly your style like michael with out his glove....peace is here and im done tryin to display the dove

backstabbin to vindication is all i see with no hesitation...the cool hand is here what an obvious failure of communication

send em home or unpack your bags to face the storm...i hear stories of self proclaimed lava and dont even feel luke warm

elvis died and he wants back sandwich and toilet...puttin diseased flows through filters and now im here to boil it

hate to see others get sick off of infected waters...the nasty is here but no lockin away of sons and daughters

they are still at home practicing fightin with fly swatters...time is up and you seem to think it has multiple fathers

setting blends,trends,amends, or all self titled ends...but loving to label is hondas labeling and claiming benz

they say life is hard without any friends or any companion...id rather have that then have no ammo but showing hand cannons

whats skill if it cannot adapt and continue with/without another...self limitation is criss angel is false levitation, claiming tip toein is to hover

tip toe is a must on my battlefield without steel or a dictator...ill put the shovel to your ground, you dig that hole and see how losing is being a debater

when we **** on ourselves and someone smells it and says so they must be a hater?....just breath in that smell harder than darth vader and enjoy the ripe like country boys like their maters

i see no ends to the false claims and horrible aims...i like to go inside a gash to but refuse to act like the dames, who only play games
forget hells flames or any who spits an equal shame...the winter is here with undeniable proclaim, sadly earthquakes cannot even effect those in denial of change

I did not come here to start any trouble or bust any bubble...just help you see truth upclose like the hubble, and get rid of all the stunt doubles

its time for at least one thing of our nature to get the truth...i see too many fairies who never collect the tooth, home you run babe ruth

that right im referring to the babe while your stuck in the sandlot .... so many permanent naps ahead but no longer offerin the cot

hes back and knows there will not be a witness .... your minds are in bad shape or poorly nourished, my lyrics equals fitness

hopefully things will start to improve ... I hear so many stellas but no grooves

come to dance with devil you will need his hoof...rabbits with no legs will have to rub the wolf

so it seems youll be after me lucky charms...too bad the leprechaun grows his organic and skips the farms

as to logic is treason when your material is lost....your lives are past debt, and i know you cannot understand the cost

now for this lyrical tyrant end this disaster....claimin to be free but not even aware his nation is his master

my location is everywhere n inbetween to show YOUR demographics...store your thoughts but your only options are paper or plastic

your acclaim to to decipher your origins of latin, it needs a bandage...it truly does sum up your style as to your speaking a dead language