Saint
11-22-2017, 06:31 PM
12 TECHNICS: the full collab
[05/31/97 22:24 EDT ] on Davey D's
1 of 12 TECHNICS
Experimental:
1 of 12 experimental technics of free flow/
get more creative head secretion than jobs blow/
drop lips, heads lick gums like dogs do dish/
scratch "ill" like pickles till words sound shhhh/
It smacks hittin the front dash as wack claim hits/
wip lash as heads take double takes of post tip/
ical method of many men who can't contemplate states/
like drunk MEN RED "I can't wait" to urinate/
ill that cause quick rates of infliction on cranium/
viruses that leaves mind text flows in museums/
permentant in minds of illogik, setting residence/
cause hestitant text blitz with skillz non existent/ words buzz "real it keep"s like bees but unreal/
lack personal feel less real than a combo meal/
with as much appeal as vegeterians for veal/
makes hard to heal as foundation lacks verbal steel/
to fight back the invasion wack induce real loss/
like red cross im in the middle of this halocaust/
to save states and soldiers lyrically wounded/
ruin it those try who defy the blood of hip hop/
I "regulate" declare "war'on G"'s like L.A. cops/
to prevent corrosion of the state nation, deliveration/
from it's own self destructive cycle of extinction/
exploitation by obsession of dollar bait/
no ressurection as peeps raise petty hate/
lack faith in the state that we must deliberate/
the next level will be ??????..........
GENUFLEX
HIP HOP STATE 97
1.0
2nd level of Technics:
Technique speaks a volume
creates doom for those without
devout followers can never be defeated
whack emcees are weeded out and exploited
the other emcees enjoyed it
the technic we deployed it
annoyed by fewl that cant mantain
its a damn shame that they must be slain
verbally caned because techinic wasnt owned
turntables loaned and never returned
without the 1200's niggahs never learn
you yearn for the direct driven
given a pair on christmas eve
the best present you ever recieved
your pleased and wanna pay your family back
so you eliminate deejays whos scratches are whack
the attack is never over
like a land rover your rollin over others
white guys and brothers nobody matches your talent
balance is the key to all technic
one you spin the other you speak
Check this out
Goombata
3rd level Technics= Delta Level 1 Engaged
3rd level Pyro-technic
esoteric rhyming style
using superior rhetoric
destorying generic derelics
with dope dialect
supported with massive intellect
mean Napier shall always come correct
inject nitric-verbalside into your heart
kick start you mental vehicle and watch your chest part
cheif pyro-techinician on a mission
watch as skills glisten
as bustas come dissin' end up missin'
in action like clothes on Toni Braxton
catching Vibes from scribes called lyricists
taken the genre serious leavin' heads delirious.
Jack Napier-
The Delta Element
De1=The Fire Element
ICU
4th level of techniques=2 away from 6th derivative
1200 years after the millenium,
Weak kids, still sending them,
To an early grave, behave, be brave, fuck knaves,
I enslave centipedes, thinking 100 legs make them quick,
You're sick, take a laxative to control bile slicks,
Experiment with this,
I am way above love like cloud formations in 9 variations,
Steady grazing,
Scalps like indigenous prarie dogs,
Sucking up all props like rain soaked gauze,
Hoes hum, queens sing the glorious tunes of harmonics,
Check these phonics over and over and you'll eventually see what's on it.
Empty Emcee
S.U.I.O.
SIXTH DERIVATIVE
5Alive
don't sweat it
forget it
it'll hurt you if you let it
brains strain to campaign in outer regions for a season
for no reason
I'm sqeezing off a clip at a time
blasting misconceptions with the elevated rhyme
mine
directed
fortified
protected
like a mainline contribution
my dope has been injected
transfering thoughts from stressful to serene
couldn't pick off my presence with an illegal moving screen
teaming up with like-minded scribes and entertainers
some might sum us up as chronic complainers
the maintainers of the true
fuck the red, white, and blue
you don't control the laws of this land
so why let them control you?
to do what comes natural is the ultimate lesson
like a freestyle session
posing many questions
look within yourself when in need of blessing...
R2G2
Sons the Serum...
6 level to the 3rd power...taken from above
the six level to the third power with demonic evidence
diminish the devil, take the elevation for the heaven-sent
Hostile messanger, lighting beadies with your dead presidents
dump ashes in golden urns, bring enlightenment forth to your residnece
and there i will reflect like solar rays off diamond karats
glare pain, squint your eyes, your mental takes flight like a African parrot
the planet rotates like Technic's // 1200 times, i ignite at every six
divided equation equal to 200 blows to each mix // melting cores of hard disks with mind tricks
split the mindless, from the upright to the spineless
release the wine from my grapes of wrath, while comp remains vine-less
assassinate the evil and exterminate the underworld
emcees take a step ahead or end up in a fetal position, curled
petty differences // vanish within instances
the next composer on the board, tell us what your interest is...
HOSTILE*COLOSSAL
Level 7+2= 9= 5+4th..
Numerical figures grow bigger with every follow up post
the vision is haunting, like the rampage of the Hollow Oak Ghost
verbal number lines extending outwards toward oblivion
number 7, the lucky number of all, bringing terror to wack subdivisions
1 of 12 techniques attempted with 7 levels completed
lend assistance whenever needed, no explanations to my steez
you wanna bring potent scripts while your slogan's are wacker than Bud Bundy's creeds
7th Heaven, bringing the ruckus in a visual format, fuck TV
the ill presentation has been demonstrated 54 times, simpler than easy
so be it, the time's up and I've finished catching necessary wreck
the microphone is left damaged, number 8 pick up the mic 'cuzz you're next...
DBS
Level 8 arms with octo-gonical:
It's the ocho, that makes them loco, cause they so so,
Oh no, Zirco hurt mo' brain stems than paintings by Yoko Ono,
Zeal minus bigatry got the enemy viewing my pretense,
Like it was sequents in sequence, blinding your third eye with impedence,
The metaphysical protractor, aligns factors to the twelth,
Increasing mine own health for a mental welath,
Cursing those that plagiarize and put off, my foot's soft,
To kick the dog shit out a man, my mind's upon a loft,
Higher echelon thought dwellar, somewhere near Heaven's cellar,
Every letter gets better once it leaves my head forever,
Let the, Hip Hop missionaries tarry no further,
We taking your props and skills like a burglar and burning rubber...out.
Zircon
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
9 Technics= Ill-Relevant Flex:
Four nines= 100% of fresh scent relevant
No dissapointment of the follow up
Intelligent
Segmented indenting vent dazes
Nine twelveths of the program
Progressive disclosure
Exam my Davey D fam
Walking on nine legged verbal in multiplicity
Thinkin they can outquick me
Ready but not willing to exit me
On the 9th follow up/ bustin cutz
Supliments supply alliances
Not your ordinary lyrical appliance
Circumstaces advanced in chances
Practical hoxes called jokes
9th MC on the m-i-c I choke MCz and clones
SpReE
Affiliated
Level 10: verbal swordplay:
Raise the pendant, level 10's my pencheant: benchin y'all and need I mention?
Lynchins followed up by loungin luncheons after launchin henchmen
Master of the flying guillotine, pristine poetics edit endless epics
Cut off suckas on the fly by droppin shit so sick it's septic
In retrospect it's far from far-flung, Achtung! I'm the baddest at this, bar none
Broke the seal on level ten, and then again to transcend what's penned the end
Before you breach perimeters, my reach expands as hands convert to scimitars
Slice and skewer, field my comp and make ya fewer, Reap and Grimly limit ya
Miniature daggers pierce your throat and stab your vocal chords repeatedly
See how easily I leave you speechless, how could you think of ever beatin me?
The labyinth you're lost in's quite a-maze-in, raisin lids to coffins
Prey-ing mantis makes grasshoppers hit the canvas much too often
Soften blows, but raise the dosage of the poison, poised in combat readiness
Guaranteed that you won't get ahead in this without the seditive or the steadiness
Technics mastered, rhyme equations cause disaster to the ill prepared
I know you're scared, you turned to see who's there, but I've just disappeared
A wisp of smoke and you begin to choke: awash with blood from where the wasp bit
Your life is forfeit before you ever profit from lesson 10... come off it
JON?DOE
NO AFFILIATIONS
LEVEL 11 ( The real REAL one....FINAL VERSION ):
Level 11 one less than the annual rotation
Dope verses is my vocation or occupation like hookers is flirtation.
I'm the kid fulcrum between 10 and 12.
Balance up the numbers as I delve on the rhyme shelve.
Pullin lyrics down like meths to cleanse yah spirits.
100% merits from battle rhyme collisions usin incisions.
Slicin paths through phonies and dope rhymers with victory visions.
Cuttin like crystal powered laser beams to apes in congo film expeditions.
Traditions get born from lyrical conquest of the mic blessed.
In a verbal fest, wear a vest or get your chest ripped in oral contest.
Puttin headz to rest from the 11th power…by the second, minute or hour.
I devour skin pigmentation and shit you out lookin like cookin flour.
Don't get sour or like Mc milk " I keep wipe N**** ass with extenstion cords ".
Rippin out vocal chords and slappin ass with spiked plank boards.
84 the 11th paragraph section of this rhyme collection.
I'll have you bowin down to my heavenly intervention of line invention.
Like streakers I leave you butt naked cause like Meg you tried to fake it.
Orgasmic…dynamic proportions unleashed to public…so take it.
84E + De2 = The Atmospheric Cover
meltdown (level 12):
Twelve terestrials templating toxic thoughts through telepathy/
Weaving wonderful words waylaying webs weilding weaponry/
Exceding existence establishing essential exogenous endeavors/
Liberating linguistic levels legands linking lexical ledgars/
Virtual vocation vocalizing vehement venacular via vocabulary/
eloquent elixers elevating eternal erethral expiditionary/
Spontaneous
Sons the serum...
[05/31/97 22:24 EDT ] on Davey D's
1 of 12 TECHNICS
Experimental:
1 of 12 experimental technics of free flow/
get more creative head secretion than jobs blow/
drop lips, heads lick gums like dogs do dish/
scratch "ill" like pickles till words sound shhhh/
It smacks hittin the front dash as wack claim hits/
wip lash as heads take double takes of post tip/
ical method of many men who can't contemplate states/
like drunk MEN RED "I can't wait" to urinate/
ill that cause quick rates of infliction on cranium/
viruses that leaves mind text flows in museums/
permentant in minds of illogik, setting residence/
cause hestitant text blitz with skillz non existent/ words buzz "real it keep"s like bees but unreal/
lack personal feel less real than a combo meal/
with as much appeal as vegeterians for veal/
makes hard to heal as foundation lacks verbal steel/
to fight back the invasion wack induce real loss/
like red cross im in the middle of this halocaust/
to save states and soldiers lyrically wounded/
ruin it those try who defy the blood of hip hop/
I "regulate" declare "war'on G"'s like L.A. cops/
to prevent corrosion of the state nation, deliveration/
from it's own self destructive cycle of extinction/
exploitation by obsession of dollar bait/
no ressurection as peeps raise petty hate/
lack faith in the state that we must deliberate/
the next level will be ??????..........
GENUFLEX
HIP HOP STATE 97
1.0
2nd level of Technics:
Technique speaks a volume
creates doom for those without
devout followers can never be defeated
whack emcees are weeded out and exploited
the other emcees enjoyed it
the technic we deployed it
annoyed by fewl that cant mantain
its a damn shame that they must be slain
verbally caned because techinic wasnt owned
turntables loaned and never returned
without the 1200's niggahs never learn
you yearn for the direct driven
given a pair on christmas eve
the best present you ever recieved
your pleased and wanna pay your family back
so you eliminate deejays whos scratches are whack
the attack is never over
like a land rover your rollin over others
white guys and brothers nobody matches your talent
balance is the key to all technic
one you spin the other you speak
Check this out
Goombata
3rd level Technics= Delta Level 1 Engaged
3rd level Pyro-technic
esoteric rhyming style
using superior rhetoric
destorying generic derelics
with dope dialect
supported with massive intellect
mean Napier shall always come correct
inject nitric-verbalside into your heart
kick start you mental vehicle and watch your chest part
cheif pyro-techinician on a mission
watch as skills glisten
as bustas come dissin' end up missin'
in action like clothes on Toni Braxton
catching Vibes from scribes called lyricists
taken the genre serious leavin' heads delirious.
Jack Napier-
The Delta Element
De1=The Fire Element
ICU
4th level of techniques=2 away from 6th derivative
1200 years after the millenium,
Weak kids, still sending them,
To an early grave, behave, be brave, fuck knaves,
I enslave centipedes, thinking 100 legs make them quick,
You're sick, take a laxative to control bile slicks,
Experiment with this,
I am way above love like cloud formations in 9 variations,
Steady grazing,
Scalps like indigenous prarie dogs,
Sucking up all props like rain soaked gauze,
Hoes hum, queens sing the glorious tunes of harmonics,
Check these phonics over and over and you'll eventually see what's on it.
Empty Emcee
S.U.I.O.
SIXTH DERIVATIVE
5Alive
don't sweat it
forget it
it'll hurt you if you let it
brains strain to campaign in outer regions for a season
for no reason
I'm sqeezing off a clip at a time
blasting misconceptions with the elevated rhyme
mine
directed
fortified
protected
like a mainline contribution
my dope has been injected
transfering thoughts from stressful to serene
couldn't pick off my presence with an illegal moving screen
teaming up with like-minded scribes and entertainers
some might sum us up as chronic complainers
the maintainers of the true
fuck the red, white, and blue
you don't control the laws of this land
so why let them control you?
to do what comes natural is the ultimate lesson
like a freestyle session
posing many questions
look within yourself when in need of blessing...
R2G2
Sons the Serum...
6 level to the 3rd power...taken from above
the six level to the third power with demonic evidence
diminish the devil, take the elevation for the heaven-sent
Hostile messanger, lighting beadies with your dead presidents
dump ashes in golden urns, bring enlightenment forth to your residnece
and there i will reflect like solar rays off diamond karats
glare pain, squint your eyes, your mental takes flight like a African parrot
the planet rotates like Technic's // 1200 times, i ignite at every six
divided equation equal to 200 blows to each mix // melting cores of hard disks with mind tricks
split the mindless, from the upright to the spineless
release the wine from my grapes of wrath, while comp remains vine-less
assassinate the evil and exterminate the underworld
emcees take a step ahead or end up in a fetal position, curled
petty differences // vanish within instances
the next composer on the board, tell us what your interest is...
HOSTILE*COLOSSAL
Level 7+2= 9= 5+4th..
Numerical figures grow bigger with every follow up post
the vision is haunting, like the rampage of the Hollow Oak Ghost
verbal number lines extending outwards toward oblivion
number 7, the lucky number of all, bringing terror to wack subdivisions
1 of 12 techniques attempted with 7 levels completed
lend assistance whenever needed, no explanations to my steez
you wanna bring potent scripts while your slogan's are wacker than Bud Bundy's creeds
7th Heaven, bringing the ruckus in a visual format, fuck TV
the ill presentation has been demonstrated 54 times, simpler than easy
so be it, the time's up and I've finished catching necessary wreck
the microphone is left damaged, number 8 pick up the mic 'cuzz you're next...
DBS
Level 8 arms with octo-gonical:
It's the ocho, that makes them loco, cause they so so,
Oh no, Zirco hurt mo' brain stems than paintings by Yoko Ono,
Zeal minus bigatry got the enemy viewing my pretense,
Like it was sequents in sequence, blinding your third eye with impedence,
The metaphysical protractor, aligns factors to the twelth,
Increasing mine own health for a mental welath,
Cursing those that plagiarize and put off, my foot's soft,
To kick the dog shit out a man, my mind's upon a loft,
Higher echelon thought dwellar, somewhere near Heaven's cellar,
Every letter gets better once it leaves my head forever,
Let the, Hip Hop missionaries tarry no further,
We taking your props and skills like a burglar and burning rubber...out.
Zircon
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
9 Technics= Ill-Relevant Flex:
Four nines= 100% of fresh scent relevant
No dissapointment of the follow up
Intelligent
Segmented indenting vent dazes
Nine twelveths of the program
Progressive disclosure
Exam my Davey D fam
Walking on nine legged verbal in multiplicity
Thinkin they can outquick me
Ready but not willing to exit me
On the 9th follow up/ bustin cutz
Supliments supply alliances
Not your ordinary lyrical appliance
Circumstaces advanced in chances
Practical hoxes called jokes
9th MC on the m-i-c I choke MCz and clones
SpReE
Affiliated
Level 10: verbal swordplay:
Raise the pendant, level 10's my pencheant: benchin y'all and need I mention?
Lynchins followed up by loungin luncheons after launchin henchmen
Master of the flying guillotine, pristine poetics edit endless epics
Cut off suckas on the fly by droppin shit so sick it's septic
In retrospect it's far from far-flung, Achtung! I'm the baddest at this, bar none
Broke the seal on level ten, and then again to transcend what's penned the end
Before you breach perimeters, my reach expands as hands convert to scimitars
Slice and skewer, field my comp and make ya fewer, Reap and Grimly limit ya
Miniature daggers pierce your throat and stab your vocal chords repeatedly
See how easily I leave you speechless, how could you think of ever beatin me?
The labyinth you're lost in's quite a-maze-in, raisin lids to coffins
Prey-ing mantis makes grasshoppers hit the canvas much too often
Soften blows, but raise the dosage of the poison, poised in combat readiness
Guaranteed that you won't get ahead in this without the seditive or the steadiness
Technics mastered, rhyme equations cause disaster to the ill prepared
I know you're scared, you turned to see who's there, but I've just disappeared
A wisp of smoke and you begin to choke: awash with blood from where the wasp bit
Your life is forfeit before you ever profit from lesson 10... come off it
JON?DOE
NO AFFILIATIONS
LEVEL 11 ( The real REAL one....FINAL VERSION ):
Level 11 one less than the annual rotation
Dope verses is my vocation or occupation like hookers is flirtation.
I'm the kid fulcrum between 10 and 12.
Balance up the numbers as I delve on the rhyme shelve.
Pullin lyrics down like meths to cleanse yah spirits.
100% merits from battle rhyme collisions usin incisions.
Slicin paths through phonies and dope rhymers with victory visions.
Cuttin like crystal powered laser beams to apes in congo film expeditions.
Traditions get born from lyrical conquest of the mic blessed.
In a verbal fest, wear a vest or get your chest ripped in oral contest.
Puttin headz to rest from the 11th power…by the second, minute or hour.
I devour skin pigmentation and shit you out lookin like cookin flour.
Don't get sour or like Mc milk " I keep wipe N**** ass with extenstion cords ".
Rippin out vocal chords and slappin ass with spiked plank boards.
84 the 11th paragraph section of this rhyme collection.
I'll have you bowin down to my heavenly intervention of line invention.
Like streakers I leave you butt naked cause like Meg you tried to fake it.
Orgasmic…dynamic proportions unleashed to public…so take it.
84E + De2 = The Atmospheric Cover
meltdown (level 12):
Twelve terestrials templating toxic thoughts through telepathy/
Weaving wonderful words waylaying webs weilding weaponry/
Exceding existence establishing essential exogenous endeavors/
Liberating linguistic levels legands linking lexical ledgars/
Virtual vocation vocalizing vehement venacular via vocabulary/
eloquent elixers elevating eternal erethral expiditionary/
Spontaneous
Sons the serum...