Sime

[trap.]

Name: Sime
Reps:

Title: "disdain"


i`ve convinced myself to take better care of my words and mince my health.


seeK:

my conscious is weary, from fighting an inner conflict theory,
where my bi.polars at? i know all despondants feel me
got a qualm with nearly 75 percent of the earth`s people,
at first feeble, but feelin worse than evil since my first needle.
i curse people, sataniK rituals are almost manically habitual
how in the fuck am i supposed to live in a world that`s so mechanically political.
insanity`s a miniscule portion of the fog within this psycho`s noggin,
and life is hard when my slightest problem`s are magnified within this microcosm.
so scared of the "real world" i locked myself inside and cancelled mtv,
chemical dependency has turned "me" into a kid who 'pretends he`s me'
i have a tendancy to annoy people, you think it`s unintentional?
be happy you`re even a herb, some kids come out as vegetables
this general writes in gutters, more lyrics than the tightest cypher`s mutter
blastin like the rifle`s brother when i lace tracks like recycled rubber.
a spiteful shudder, feeling disdainful towards this hateful place
but i`m straight with space, fuck tryin to make it to heaven`s spatial gate.
i couldn`t accept that true personality`s your unabashed personal reality,
since birth gradually, society seeks to obtain their mirth with salary.
my goal: disperse normality, enslave cliche` and strain to misbehave
i shift my weight until my wits displayed with explicit rage.
i ticket fate, and got a search warrant out for destiny
the hidden forces is my extacy, the key to my secret recipe.
i speak via telepathy, tap my inner mind, yeah, paint thinner`s fine,
already cold hearted enuf, it`s understood why i hate wintertime.

dredful pMp.

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Title: "Tick Tock"

tick...tock

conformity just bores me,
i strike chords not clocks..
if i`m wack i blame the cats that forgot to inform me
fuck a crutch, anti-storm-g,
never fuck with the trends
don`t trust fate, so i bench press my luck at the gym
send a wammie to my family...
except for my brother
seems he escaped this place before i pressed the buzzer.
i don`t roll out, bitch...i float through in yachts,
sell out therapies just to afford this soul food for thought.
my rhimes is dungeon..
most fams come a dime a dozen...
so fuck ugly, i`ll get Gross for a buck twenty
do the math dunny..that`s like half the money.
that it takes.. if you relate to how i get blasted homey.
view between the lines to me.. says: skew the core scene,
i got 2 40`s...and what is 90? 2 times 1 Colt45, b.
but what is this mess i just constructed buddy?
it`s hip Hop,
you don`t know?
ya betta ask some bunny.


aka george pMpton.

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Title: "Arrested Peace"

Arrested Peace


i used to...
Love Life, the bugged type who`d mention things...
..that would bless a session, with the best of sentences.
express my sentiments....i hoped to test the reach...
So i fought til i got to a state of Arrested Peace...
After a journey to the verge of where people purge evil,
and live in prisms of wisdom, without The Word`s steeple
Submerged in a version of peaceful mindstates...
a plurality of purity that takes righteousness and combines hate.
i say you should migrate, the time`s great...
a place where the crime rate`s aligned with a declining pace
Get a taste of sime`s stank, in a squeaky clean mansion..
Where a crooked line`s straight and "Let it Be" is the anthem
A place where camps come cuz indecency`s vanquished..
After you take a lava bath you can speak with the ancients.
since pain is love i simply assume death is exstacy...
And purity equals a life of sin that`ll never be catchin me.
it`s exceptionally ill, a place where professionals build...
Ex-ceptionally chill for real, without messin with pills
it`s my won zone...never look for ways to come home
i`m undone, and finally over my tainted love joneS

pMp.calm

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Title: "7/5/01"

twisted.daily or maybe less, it`s all gravy, bet.
i still engage in sessions while the band plays the set.
each day my breath inhales the world, maX with relaxation,
rap to beats while facin all the traps that greet the nation.
impact the weak ass stations, make`m listen to sime,
reposition my mind to glide while i`m trippin thru time.
pot?nah first, i deal with brew, the sky`s a shield of blue,
numb the world`s senses til no one`s feelin you.
what`s real is true, stay silent..let the essence speak,
the freshest freak, Developed a plan...to Arrest the Speech.
of course this shit`s devine, i meditate to set it straight,
i`m perfection, you can`t make the grade after several takes
this level shakes the axis of the Earth, masses hurt,
i map the turf beforehand, then attack the hapless jerks.
it has to work, the blueprint is destined for success,
i`ma lessoned vet who`s fresh, not to mention more possessed
A war of teXt engages against cats who need some facelifts,
tactfully abrasive, poundin white on black you ain`t erasin.
i`m straight you chaisin, make it blazin, steppin in Tim`s,
Oops, did i forget to mention?.......sime is reppin the pMp`

[trap.]

Title: "22602"

The pinnacle of panache with subliminal plots.
use minimal thought, with disguised messages,
My weapon is wit, apply it on effortless..tactics
stay fresh ...tictacs, switched shit. .. backflip
flashback? pinnacle of... plots, tip of the tower,
come clean like... fuck, i just slipped in the shower
i guess it`s back to panache...a fragrance glances
plagiarize..i..sime... played your wizest stanzas
blue finger print patterns, paint is silly when wet,
the master peace is silhouettes on window sills.
picture the calmness like the slam of an anvil?
or apt prose that`s apropro: landscape that`s tranquil
i`m being human altho it`s a new hue that i be in,
frequent spots often, use my view as my napkin. (clean!)
to make a long story short, just read the 1st and last chapters.
rappers...to switch speed you need the gears.
to think...i used to use qtip to clean my ears.
but i am here, the place is now, the time is me.
yukons jacked...njDRIVEstyle, ridin free..
blood flows in reverse, my wrists slit you...lifeless
i`m priceless...like...can`t cop me at payless
i find nites to be fine when i`m not fined for my rights...
hope you got ya mind right while watchin my mind write

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Title: "Tayspire"

Ya bruised nasty, lookin half-pruned and mad grey
i'm classy... so i'll use ya body as a human ashtray
improving vastly...bombin writtens...on a mission,
To honor wisdom, and walk far from contradiction.
A point to ponder, simon 1-der's why war is stronger,
As we support the Contra i get bored with monsters.
Absorb the Ganja, it helps me ignore the bombers,
Realizin this Earth provides an endless floor to wonder.
A snore in slumber, with visions i could feed to fiends,
The view's serene, wish i could live and breathe thru dreams.
Believe the scenes bombarding... simon seizes power,
Steppin to perfection? hi, i'm me...the bouncer.
That's called a brief encounter...time to slip thru time again,
Graded higher than 5 stars, like sippin a 6 of Heinekin.
sime is sick..i slide and slip, my seizmic rhimes can bend,
Bust glass jaws with appliance's and diamond rings.
Aspiring was a prior thing, stick to plain and basic...
Remain a makeshift king and bop to a disco laden play list.
Wasted a little bit...still out-riddle the sphinx,
Ain't All That cuz No one can even fuck with a little of this.
Ya not the dopest...honest, ya awful, shocked & hopeless
Get Left with rocks and loads of tea in Boston's oceans.
i locked the motions, but if you wanna prop this flow shit..
Scroll down and prepare for an unusually hot autumn Solstice.

pMpstatic.

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COLLAB
Title: Ides of March (A sime production)
Featuring: Aloe Vera and E2


[color=blue]sime:[/blue]

This is for the birds, like the bag lady throws bread
feelin .crumby. til i turned on some Radiohead.
i may be no Dred, but i pledge allegiance to Bob,
kid$ is money hungry today, sweatin Regis`s knob.
best believe this is odd, Forever duck the swarm,
call me a gay Bob Vila as i steady fuck the Norm.
i`m already up-to-warm, write shit with or w/out the bull pen,
hookt Bugz up w/. a few Karrots...this ain`t even the full geM.
i pull ends. stack cash with each line, i preach rhimes.
'explosive on land' even when i don`t 'speak mines..'
this be sime. forgetful? nah these kats just keep frontin,
well, act like you Kno and make a fresh beat or somethin.
my speech is bumpin, insert track for noise pollution,
i-net beef`s a blast (3 years ago), now it annoys this human.
keep employin amusement, while the rest of us laugh at you
only reason i beat Def was to get him to "act c0n-fused"
get quotes often, care less if ya sick, i choke naucious
and i don`t just push the envelope, i bomb the post office
this dope author`s posts one question, Got Weed?
sheeit, i get blazed rockin a blazer in a Blazer with Rasheed.
i make a Na-zi with openeyez, don`t ever hope to try,
the quotes are fly from E2, and Aloe`s posts are wise.
the mOs despised - i define smart and rhime with heart,
this hiphopdrunkie is the patron St. Ides of March.
the flyness is just a start... we`ll be doper next hour
pMp`s 'swish' in this game, balla`s who stay 'Net Prowlers.'

E2:

PmP is what I'm proud to be, so keep on looking out for me
While I creep up like outbreaks of foot and mouth disease
Drunk as fuck, metabolism slowing down like our economy
But after a couple bottles y'all don't correspond to me
The world is in high school, and everyone's keeping their ass shut
While I'm showing upperclassmen love like George Bush's tax cut
As for critics, I don't listen to those- French kissing a goat
My rhythm is suicide cause I'm never missing a note
Plus I can leave behind the war and even redefine the norm
Y'all must be selling high grade, cause we've seen your kind before
And you're only retarded cause thinking is harder to do
But don't take it personally, the world's just smarter than you
Life is an arranged marriage, we're all pre-paired to die
I'm strangling y'all like Caesars without an heir supply
I'm only for the ladies- so yeah, my dick is sexist
Pussy is cereal since I always eat Trix for breakfast
Opponents? Shit, I'll laugh at 'em again; half of 'em are gimp
Just sittin' trying to think of an acronym for PmP
And I know all about that cause it happened to me once
Who knows how many people I've met just asking to be one
So if y'all don't like my way of expressing my conscience
Please call 1-800 FUCK YOU for questions or comments
Now and then I live a little bit, though not frivolously rich
I can really make y'all look shittier than kitty litter gets

AloeVera:

Aloes up in this just to slaughter these wack granuals,
Fuck wine, I get Mighty and turn water to Jack Daniels,
Why run? You know i`ma confront ya Oedipus complex,
Breakin out, Can`t be 'taken out', I`m ahead of the context,
A regular bomb-threat, A kid who makes a sport of Resin,
I got the 'will to be' of a wilderbeest, I Phorce the legend,
Of course with Evan, Sime, And the rest of the pMp`z,
With the game more on lock than police evidence is,
Hesitant kids get stuck up, Fucked up in slow-motion,
Crumbs buy stocks in Jergens but never own the lotion,
I`m prone to smokin, But you`ll never see me go up in it,
In a world of option & choice our skills are still coveted,
Take your fill and spill under it, Leave the plains grazed,
You wanna 'see-sick'? Go take a ride on my 'brain-waves',
And name ways Aloe could leave ya with a folded chin,
Aloe gets in heads like when you smoke and hold it in,
Supposed to be molded in a norm, Guess what happened,
I fed change quarters, Sacked up, And then started rappin,
Took a Bizzare Ride to the Phar Cyde, Bashin the sky,
On average im high but Mary Jane keeps Passin Me By,
Rapidly tie loose ends, Oh, and i`d like to canibal nsync,
In with win streaks, We pMp`z think with animal instincs,
Calico brings heat, And thats along with Evan and Sime,
Set your clocks forward early cuz we`re ahead of our time..

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COLLABORATION: FEATURING...SIME, JLC, and Eso

Title: Diversity 'n' Illness: The 4 White Guys Collab w/ sime, eso, JLC




[Eso]:
Mantic embryos, these frantic frenzied flows throws blows to envied MC pros
its just an empty show though Anthony was tempted so Satan remains a latent
woe
a greater foe that hate will know, sins upon Eden's tree will grow, an arrow
on a cedar bow
chasing the seaward crow, to make your bread first knead the dough
blinded by the gleaming stones, the heathen bones beneath the Christian
thrones
memories bequeathed when leaving Rome, the dead are weaving treason's tome
moans of breathing seedlings grown and needing homes, I'm bleeding poems
reassuring evening grows from mornings mourning, the stars are out and Mars
is warning
a mirage is dawning, chaos about to start the warring, the dark is crawling
the starkest bawling, drowning, a carcass where the ark is mooring,
sharks are crawling, from the twilight, sparks are falling, Judahs lion
roaring
imploring barks, from Hades calling, I bet with death, slept and dreamt of
Cerebus
sought by Nemesis I caught the semblances of emblems on their pendants lid
dependence is the end of this, my penmanship can only trace remberance
I chase a heritige that perishes from the wounds of emptiness,
marooned, cocooned in catacombs of sentence
I leant and sipped the embers of my foolish temperance

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Expanding fissures electing a figure to directly ban the stigma/
You want to shake their hand, but they're extending an arista/
Crystal clear water reflecting an enigma, these hectic pictures/
Suspectin fixtures, now we inspectin victors like infected blisters/
A missed turn at a fork in the road... identity cleft down the middle/
Confused but still deftly shoutin riddles and respect devoutness little/
It's a hefty bout to settle... King Arthur and civility is our Guenevere/
Unfaithful when cowards tend to leer, led by the sour scent of fear/
It's now been a year since I looked for death, shook with stress/
It took the best to put to rest the burden left on my neural crest/
A hurdled test, gaining stength to move on past the troubled lores/
Why others try to get away, paddin up the doors, have another Coors/
That a lover pours, a substitute stream for hidden nonplussed dreams/
Only the acute perceive, because no one hears the mute scream/
The truth seems to blend with guile, a dour flower and the stem is vile/
Memorandums set 'em in tandem... attacking the central aisle/
With the intent to rile... dauntless to a sense of drama/
Despondent, hence when taunted they just respondin with "ya' momma"/

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[sime]:
step inside...
however, be forewarned - expect to die
what "I Got" -you couldn`t be- "On It" if the Luniz lent ya "5"
starin at ya tepid eyes, i see through ya best disguise,
sime`s the breadwinner shunn`n other`s yeast...so don`t expect to rise
i testify, my text.defies conventionalism, i`m inept to lies
kizzo`s disrespeck this guy and get hit with specs of Pi.
now THATS mathematiKs for all the gawds, erFs, and seedlings,
conceived at a horrible birth in Eden so now i wallow with curs-ed heathens.
don`t follow the words of reason! listen2heartful murmurs IF they come.
and i wouldn`t be proppin the G Bong if i ever learned2hit the blunt.
get spurned with bits of drunken steez, so who is touchin these??
this inebriated driver is a road hazard, so people, clutch ya keys.
i fukk2please myself, so premature ejaculations are what i "shoot" for,
besides, i`ll never "hear" a complaint if i`m steady fukkin this mute wh0re.
producer!?! kid you loop four times then call that sh!t a masterpiece,
i sh!t on flacid geeks, been fresh since days of Athens, Greece.
i bask in beef, so your little squabble ain`t nothin new2me,
we`re2ill, you can`t fight king d, eso, JLC and sime with immunity.

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[JLC]
NonRespondents, left motionless through cardiovascular trauma
Pre-Dominant flows as eye-opening as Radfords party in Pajama's
third eye wanders, my perception's distinguishes man's misconceptions
mind ponders, suggestions that I should head off in new directions
SmackDab in the middle of nowhere, tension's of dispair are in the air
Ya sh!t's HAD, need to retire worse than Hogan and Rick Flair
their MetaphorS were PLAYED OUT be-4 the POC hit Sethro's
mC's going to war, won't survive against this apocolyptic manifesto
Chugging Hennessy and ya'll still ain't "drinking away the pain"
Druggin kimothy to rape her and succeeding, think about ya shame
Carrying yet another problem on ya shoulder you can't burden
These stupid fukks think rocking baggy pants makes You Urban
U have to go to Source events just to ask "How can I be Down"
U fukkaz got Bozo feet, that's why everyone call's u clown's
words are violent winds conjured in the eye of a Tsunami
Folding paperWeight rappers out of proportion through origami
these faggots signing their own death warrent talking bout my momma
That's worse than diving in a pool filled with thousands of piranhas

We 2 freSh

Peace

[trap.]

Create / Escape
the power that a pen possesses..can send the message
extend the essence...reveal the real
it`s a tower that befriends the peasants..suspends heavens,
defends the desperate...seals the deal.
the story that the pencil speaks can dwell for weeks
it tells the speech..in a makeshift basement.
no glory in a stencil`s sheet, it`s hell indeed,
so dwell on the streets...that taste creation.
the picture that the ink depicts with a mystic tip..
is a twisted script...pursue the view
it`s a mixture of linguistic quips, and distant trips..
a hit of shit that you, too... should do.
the message that a rhime can tell..defines myself,
when a line is felt...embrace each last taste,
expression is a timeless shell...where minds can dwell,
and combine their wealth to excape the rat race.

16pMpdreams.





Rhime of the Month
the Doctor Oct on my block..plus i rock like Common
with talent on display like train cars...top to bottom.
it`s Flava..check the time on the clock that i`m rockin...
hate Pop...but Baby say i`m definately..."Not the Mama!"
i stop the Drama...
like i stepped on ya stage with a gat and deceptive mask
or ya wack sitcom of choice is gettin the axe
i exist for a few reasons...
to spit tight shit, flip hype scripts and be the odd 1 to offset ya crew`s even.
imagine me..
not improvin with ease consistently,
or standin in a cypher silent when someone wack is dissin me.
or comin corny off the top...or droppin a written that`s fuckin wack.
it ain`t happenin..
like me finally befriendin someone black.
perFect the motions..
get ya Open like.."Time To Make The Donuts"
and when it`s set you stay wet...like you forgot ya stank deodorant.
i`ll pierce you...not for hoops that fit thru ears smooth,
but cuz "sime" is tagged in red behind ya head...and i want a clear view..
plus...i`m just begginin to blast..
a grinnin cat who`s glad he took the Door in you and made it a Window to smash.
i`ll bring a razor to your face...
Not cuz you needed to shave for days..
But cuz my tag needs it`s "i" dotted...and i`m savin the blade`s paint.
These gangsta`s is all fake...peep game:
...this is how i be pMp`n...
step to the scene....greet women with sweet diction
and like Dunkin' Donuts leave every last G out the picture.
you`ll get ignored...like "don`t rip" tags on mattresses,
and misused more than milk crates DJ`s keep they classics in..
Y`all predictable..always sayin somethin foolish,
Like "All genre`s i`m cool with...except for country music"
That views Nixed..and all ya lines? Follow the same pattern..
Add some Stars and ya 13 bars is American flaggin`
No variety...and tricked into thinkin ya message is vital...
So ya wasted ya tip money on pressin some vinyl?
That`s a bad fiscal choice...you`ll lose.. ya SHOOK
Like thinkin you`ll make ya money back by sellin used school books.
i`m a study in permanence...dominant like great lords...
You left ya darkest marks on a dry-erase board.
When i`m bored with innovatin...i shop at used block markets...
And dig out an old phrase..from PBA days, so you fools:
"Hot Garbage!"
i`m a hypocrit boilin herbal tea..who wants his black kettle back..
so i can lose my mind like i`m Jack Kerouac.
to pad my stack i been pushin some dank trees...
tryin to gain weight like Dave Wells ... so i can Yank Ki`s.
and yall can thank me...for rottin the minds of the youth
by rockin rhimes that uproot values or shoppin dimes to these goofs.
i stack money each day...so i`m set for blunders...
Savings Account the same amount as my SS Number.
i`ll abuse ya future...disrupt sunrise when i boost ya rooster..
and spit the sweetest shit like i sipped syrup with the pigs in Super Troopers.
in the year of the underdog past failures got success locked..
so i`ll shine and the World Series`ll be the Cubs and Red Sox.
this the Rhime of the Month...so if it`s rated "9" today...
it`s a perfect 10 tomorrow when it`s the calendar`s time to change.

pMp or treat...

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Shags McGee
This guy`s in trouble..no love, despised by huddles
The Masses think he`s classless, he just sighs and mumbles.
He resides in rumble..no razors to hide his stubble,
Tries to hustle but he fails.... loses pride and stumbles.
The last Time he cuddled...he felt fuckin fresh
Used to get NUFF respect and expect nothin less
but it`s been a mix of beers and sixteen years since he touched a breast
he`s switched gears...no more need to brush his bref
Used to dream how many hoes he could add to his scheme..
Now he freeze cuz all the holes, he has in his jeans.
The most tragic of scenes...it`s the bags and the suds..
The booze and the drugs make him feel like he was dragged thru the mud
Turned heads as a hot soldier..wanted to be a God when older,
Now he only gets attention cuz of foul body odor.
It`s odd if he`s sober...known in this town as Shags
And the locals know it ain`t a lunch inside his brown bag.
The ground is his shack...on the hardfloor blocks,
Used to love to box, now loves a good cardboard box.
It`s kinda pitiful...he ain`t a criminal, livin to boost,
He was a proud dude, who made a bad decision or two.
If you think you seen him...before you laugh and diss his fall..
Take a look into his eyes...glimpse the crystal ball..
It`s a bit strange, but it seems y`all almost livin the same...
So next time you see a bum maybe you should give`m ya change.


pMpspit



aint tryina wait until They let us in



welcome back to the 5th
a new way in the mold school
its day 2, de ja vu, de la 2,
with the slick minded, sick rhimin
peice of shit simon
grinnin when im winnin
but still cool with when im losin
cuz with each loss comes an option for growth
rockin the boat on the mainstream
float with popular quotes
ive settled in,
took my own mental jetison
cuz we aint tryina wait until They let us in.
and my head is pin-
point sharp - used to abuse excederin,
now my spirit is my medicine.
so i run with the bulls
its the funk and the soul
the love and the hold on the glow of the sun thats exposed
and when the dark clouds come for 8 days straight,
i just stayed blazed,
drop tracks,
and keep shit hot like that.
see we got evil and killin
we got katrina and wilma
folks deceivin and illin
we here to free the civilians
from the grind of life, rat race retiree,
smilin,
cuz now 9 to 5 in this fellow's life
is the cue ball off the orange solid, into the yellow stripe

[Saint]

"Sime 'N Reason Rhymin Treason..." By Sime and Defc0n

Simplec0n ink. presents to you....
Defc0n and Sime tag team...

first verse was teamwork...


why do you rap? rebuttal me hops...
do you rap for yaself or just for the props?
do you try to be dope or just afraid to be wack?
would you post if i take away the feedback?
You rhyme ya raps now, your hummin' away...
You still gonna rap when theres nothing to say?
why are you rhymin, cause ya friends do it?
if they all bumped phish would that put an end to it?
y'all battle and pop ish, like YO im rippin him!
would you brag and boast if noone was listenin?
do you rap for us? or for the mounds of cheese?
would you still grip a mic, without a crowd to please?
what if there were no mics?, no fans or stages
would you add hiphop to ya list of random phases?
would you spit if there was no ceremony to master?
or would you quit cause peeps only get you offa napster???

Defc0n...

some rap for the streets with a passion for beats
i write to wind on wrappers & backs of receipts
beatboxin with lockjaw, blurt thru mah teeth
rappin over heavy metal & alternative beats
dopes defined, i spit with webster on "The Corner"
pullin' into drive thrus & rappin off the order
Raps omnipotent, stays prancin' in my dreams
left a rap memo on my answerin' machine
"Hi it's Def, i'm out doin shit that rappers do...
leave a message, if i like you, i'll get back to you..."
eye seek the blind so i can write 'em a poem
i leave neverending sessions to cypher alone
never buy bitches shit, you take me for wack?
if i really like a girl, i make her a track
theres...studio foam draped on my shack
got my best verse tatooed yesterday on my back
pittinsay entytway ourfay evensay it's sick rappin'
"Spittin twenty four seven...", in pig latin!
see its well beyond tracks & holdin' mics
i'll str8 'post' mortum and battle poltergeists
abducted by greys, those cats were shred to pieces
they spoke alien, i versed 'em in telekinesis
spit blessin the dro, never to choke
kick raps you can't see plus i spell 'em in smoke
fake rappers say "Thats bad for ya health..."
well so is lookin' in the mirror and battin' myself
"Go practice, you mic fiend in a pipe dream"
YO i don't even speak!, unless it is in rhyme scheme
Some kids 'rap for food', i eat rappers for snacks
burp food for thought, digest and pass this crap...

to sim0ne

Simplesime...


what`s the point of cuts and joints? sampling or similes?
are you rhimin til your hooptie dies or whippin an Infinity?
Cynically I`m genuine, these cats ain`t got the grit.
i`ma pretentious optimist with an extensive box of wits
it`s not the shit, hiphop is a matter with phatter presence,
people still associate the music i love as a stage of adolescence.
i`m standin brave at attention, servin her with dedication,
BET, DFX is aight, but i`m yearnin for a better station.
my head is pacin, searchin for the right words, i speak art.
usin so much paper i built a cemetary for all the tree bark.
fuckin fairweather flowing phony`s, you ain`t leavin a deep mark,
don`t try to depend on ya street smarts when you got a weak heart.
so where`s ya honor? hell yeah, i`m badgering the witnesses,
it`s pissin me off that kids are in and out like married mens mistresses.
adament with visages, and i`m keepin a stern face,
I don`t care if I`m a king of clubs or what i`ve earned, ace.
i burn bass with rhime and am known to often control with poise
but what`s hiphop anyways but someone talking over noise?
i`m offin boys with a skewed view and abusive attitude,
kids battling with writtens? time to suck it up, i`d rather lose
i splatter views in text or audio, 2 ways like motorolla language,
and i`m shoutin at those who crossover to pop like soda stained it.
is ya motive tainted? are you in this for the lengthy?
when i rhime i don`t just make the music, i help the music make me.
i never do it hastily while kids are rhiming cuz it`s the newest fad,
like their next single is titled, "Thanks for the scooter, dad!"
if i`m rude, my bad, but you`ll never bond and hiphop`ll never befriend me.
give the 13th letter contacts, and you still wouldn`t make an Emcee.