Take A Breath...

[Big BpG]

Beware: The Following Shit Will Amaze You

I Peirce The Mind Like  a Forturned FABLE//
Switching Up Rhymes Like Flipping Through CABLE//
Unable and WILLING//
A Lyrical KILLING//
After I drop my two cents, I'll send out the BILLING//
Super FANSTASTIC//
This is not at all DRASTIC//
I make your rhymes look older than a park named JURASSIC//
CLASSIC FLOW//
Pimping Lyrical HOES//
Pull Up right next to you Bitch In my 64//
I know you Like THIS//
Why? I'm  PHYSCIC//
My rhymes are so tight, even Maxi-Pad BITES THIS//
LIGHT THIS... I mean check out this VERSE//
I could flow better than anyone with a mouth full of STARBURTS//
FIRST, realize my INTENTIONS//
If there was no Alphabet, I'd still cause TENSION//
Did I MENTION, I'm the reason you FEAR//
I'm also the reason a deaf man wants to HEAR//
When I open my mouth, you better stay CLEAR//
If my mouth was a gun, I'd have killed 6 DEER//
From the UK all the way to the STATES//
I'll be the first key-styler to show up on a MIX-TAPE//
WAIT, I could be wrong or RIGHT//
But people love me so much, they watch me TYPE//
You say what you want, BUT BPG IS THE NAME
THE IDEA OF ME,  CREATED THE HALL OF FAME

-Big BpG

[Silence]

I dont really think shit like that could amaze me/
or even phase me, its worse then my flow when im lazy/
and that's mad often, layin up in bed like it was my coffin/
Lemme soften, that's a little to DRASTIC, /
cause you  rhymes sound fake, sorta like PLASTIC,/
fucking distroyed like the JURASSIC park you talk about,/
but switch the style up like coke when its cut,/
packed into a parliment butt, dogg, yea, you a mut,/
Bark like a terrior and bite like one too, /
me?  when I bite its nothing lyrical,/
just straight sphirical, in the cavity where your brain once was,/
Now huh think how i what must?/
No sense made when you try and bust/
but lemme erupt, you choke up,/
get broke up, i spoke up,/
and started the real battle in this ruff/

So yo, yo, check it.../
take a breath like its your last/
body hard in a full cast/
string up in traction/
from my reaction/
and satisfaction/
of verbal abuse to the point/
you just break, snap,/
hear that loud clap?/
your head, and my bat./

Flip it up a little to a third style,/
I know your ass already in denial,/
or sunk in the nile/
which ever is clever, so let me sever/
cause times up, time to get crunked/
get drunk, and show your weak ass up/
by a boy from the minneap,/
always in a verbal scrap/
so let me cut this slack/
and snap back, broken rubber band,/
fresh styles, never bland,/
off the streets and gritty as sand/
hold the master plan in my hand/
always on demand, leave you canned,/
layin' dead up in a trash bin, /
that's right mother fuck, pure sin,/
im in it to win, on point, safty pin/
sharp, throwing dart, straight to the heart,/
lyrical post modern art,/
neo-apocalypitical, massive syntrifical,/
force from your head spinnin'/
i see your bitch grinnin'/
so I take it, so painlessly,/
knowing i was what you wanna be/
off the streets of the KC/
changed up to 507, 612/
mass media, demographic group,/
cutting deep like a ginsu,/
you really wanna see what i can do?/
fool reply, we'll take it to round two./

==Silence

[M Dogg™]

tight shit Silence... keep on rhyme dogg

[Hittman]

Nice Shit BpG....Would Be Dope In Audio.....