Extra Verses

[Dynamic]

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
my brains main processing unit harnesses music
with honest abusement and talks of pursuement
you could be taught if you choose it if you got an acute sense
don't be stopped you must use it
with proper usage watch the truth spit out of mute lips
i got issues, i'll blow my nose with your skin tissue
so you think you hot shit? my heat seeking missles would miss you
are you sure you want to battle me? i break the biggest dude down like atrophy
these bastards be after me, i spread through your body like cancer G
fuckin bitch, that's my mic, you couldn't touch this shit with oven mits
i'm avote the government, i'm the "big mac" and "i'm lovin it"
my shortest flows enourmous, teaching evil subliminally to mormons
i stick my hands in hot coals to cool off after a performance
i'll blast yo ass so fast you'll crash slow
my words stop riots like the task force, even though i start more shit then assholes
when my pen hits the paper, it doesn't make a sound
but when i speak what is writeen, the crowd wonders how
such insightful words and wisdom could come from a common man
and mic control like he's got heiroglyphics written on his hand


all these lines have been written from my mind with percision
i probably got rabies all the times i've been bitten
my pen is fluently moving, the suns UV rays are consuming
it's like beautiful swooning when my thoughts come into me
my sights been blurred, by catteract, and as a matter of fact
people can look me in the eye and still stab me in the back
i've been flowin before niggas was causing trouble
before the launch of the hubble shuttle, before Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble
I feel like the only boy not incased in a bubble
I could announce the end of the world and still come across subtle
on a continuous basis, i translate my creations
into a more basic language so you can understand what i'm saying when i say it
maybe i wasn't trained in the proper form of entertainment
to chain my brain to the top of a plane is the only way to maintain it's containment
a wild and insane bitch can still have sophisticated arrangements
like a systematic engagement with the pavement when i listen to the litigations arraignment
me ruling this shit is of microscopic intrest
compared to an astronomical distance or crossing the pacific
it's like the galaxies after me cause i caused a catastrophe
but the anatomy of those bastards be nothing to how my actions peak

I'm a sick spitter, a quick sinner, the picked winner
the cat that don't shit in the litter, cold enough to turn spring into winter
I don't give 2 fucks about any of you sluts
i just give em a few bucks they hop back on these huge nuts
they thinkin it's too much, i roll with a rude bunch
on the mic i'm too tough, i grab it with a smooth touch
my tracks ain't no crude cuts, i spit like the food sucks
it's not cruel luck that my telekinetic ability could move trucks
you'll get sliced and screwed up like all these other foolish chumps
who thinks there cool enough, to take on Mr. Freeze who spews this stuff
all i got is fate and flows at top rate
i want to drop the hate and rock the states like tectonic plates
if not the bomb will detonate in an annonomous crate that's lost in space
then we all will face the common mistake of staring in the rabbit hole and getting swallowed straight

in the darkest of nights my mic ends multiple lives
toss a few rhymes, lyrics "on point" like i dropped a few knives
i've spit meatphors, even met a few whores
battle racism like i'm the head of the source

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


DYNAMIC

[QuietTruth]

You used these rhymes on here word?

Good shit, no matter what.

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

props for posting that.