Author Topic: Who Am I? (Read 630 times)

Dynamic · « **on:** May 17, 2006, 09:05:37 PM »

Who Am I?
A guy who spits the sickest rhymes, spits the quickest lines, who ain't afraid to stick with nines
Who Am I?
A ladies best friend, have sex with hoes and have sex with friends, fuck a bitch over then fuck her again
Who Am I?
AN entrepeneur who's haunting your school with these awesome tunes that you be rockin to
Who Am I?
A psychopath with a knife in hand, sniff nitro gas before the Mic is grasped
Who Am I?
Just a normal man tryin to live his life on this land without being shot or stabbed or worrying about the draft

leave fools hiding like hussein, if you cool my flows will sooth ya pain
but i'm afraid ya brain waves might change as my sounds maintain
the very base of the game, may start to tilt and sway
as i kiss the mic and show the world my wordplay

I'll cause an inferno for no reason, you say you a heathen but you gasp for breath and start weesing
i need no pause for breathin, when i'm readin, or off the top of the dome when i'm speakin
what's the point of havin fans, you'll just lose your master plan
damn, superman can't use his hands let alone stand
christopher reeves landed on his neck and now he can't move his knees
and i'm supposed to believe in a god that rules over the seven seas with ease?
please, give me a reason befote i result to treason
who do i believe in when we get new desease every season

positively pushin my people to peace as i push the weak to pieces the police push to permanetly keep us

refuse to release us, so i recite my thesis religiously i reliuish he who's ready to recieve busts

My cockiness, rapper try to copy this on floppy disks
with sloppy diss, you can't stop me bitch, might as well call it quits
I'm untouchable like reaching for the sun
I'm reckless enough to take on an army with one gun
Have you shedding heavy tears like a one ton onion
And for fun i'd rap with one lung till my tongue's done runnin
considered a boss man in these harsh lands
walk with one hand in soft sand, a god damned madman
I spit the evilist lyrics to the weakes of spirits
they can't speak when they hear it, i'll defeat who's the nearest
I'll put a sideshow on the side of the road
I'll rhyme till I'm old niggas be hiding there hoes
I suppose you could try to oppose
I'll fire my flows, you'll dry and corrode then die just as slow
My rhymes so sweet, you'll need a diet plan
I'll draw a diagram of your glands and ram my hand through your diaphragm
And rip it ou without touching you, my voodoo pursue's you
stab your eyes you'll "lose your views", and i'll spit in all of your open wounds
I'd spit poetry at the speeds a motor couldn't reach
I'd "cut off your tongue" to take away your "freedom of speech"
leave the weak in stitches, can't beat the statistics
In battle be specific or i'll just beat you in an instant
If you want drama better head to the opera
or stock up on nunchucks cause you don't wanna be the reason i get locked up

DYNAMIC

Dynamic · « **Reply #1 on:** July 20, 2006, 01:57:24 PM »

obviously, i walk with ease, constantly
i be rockin beats while these bitches still be jockin me
talk with deciet, i'm choppin off arms and feet
ironically, i use chronic seeds as a commodity often see?
I translate my creations into an amalgamation of languages
so you can understand what i'm saying when i'm fucking saying it
feel free to hate it bitch, no need to investigate shit
i'm free from the containment of other hating cliques
used to be a student disciple of just using a ruthless cycle
crucifying idols, spitting quicker than stormtrooper rifles
we'll see how cool you stay till my crew gets a knife pulled
you ain't reachin that endzone nigga, you ain't tying the score
you're dying for sure, if you came up one you'd still be minus four
just talking shit i got a lions roar that would frighten a dinosaur
i stifle whores with dynamite in their car doors
my testosterone hormones overload when i'm in the zon
i speak with a gangsta tone like al capone with a megaphone
i'm a goodfella, Joe Pesci, don't test me dude
I'll leave all of your exit holes new entry wounds

get a microscope check my saliva, i spit shit with percision like a sniper
bite harder then a viper, i'll stike ya with my right fist
and with beautiful right kick, they be callin me righteous
when my rhymes hit, you dyin quick, you might have been a straight guy, but i knocked you out of alignement
you was fine before, but when i come around you turn sick
i'm consistant with spits, you call yourself ya own man but when i'm around you turn christian quick
ya bowles is slit, you smell foul as you lounge in ya own shit

this cat bites lines like a pirhanna i'll use a katana to rob ya fater till he got nada
you think you clever i promise i'm smarter, i'l slaugher ya daugher you try to talk to her but she's no longer apart of us
you start to cuss, cut your vocal cords, i'm harder then spartigus
so you try to halt the bus cause without ya voice you can't call the ambulance to pick you up
this shit is sick as fuck, no sex but you ass is fucked
i'm laugin it up as i pack ya ass in the trunk
disaster has struck as i slammed the trunk shut
push the car off the cliff, you look up, you know that you stuck

DYNAMIC