Bodey
02-04-2013, 02:59 PM
Codeman
Endsane
Badi Alii
When tested we're sick a diabetic with these forum flexes
steadily reppin mechanical weapons blastin you peasants
You should honor our presence cuz we veterans
Together we write for nothin but our individual betterment
Dope flow is my trait and it will always be real evident
I live for syllable severin with some finesse and elegance
I confess I'm blessed with a mess of intelligence
My quest is to be the best to mesh rhythm with excellance
Rap is my lyrical medicine using similes and mettas with
My cleverness cause ever since I was born it was embedded in
A hip hip resident not hesitant to represent my pen and writs
Sane is multie tasking while my punchlines is ending this
Never commend a bitch I will hurt and extend a diss.
What you live isn't real you daydream and pretend it is
Menacin sentences with ease its just my rhetoric
Whatever you throw will forever be soft like a feather pitch
I’m too fresh with it, embellishin the pen and wit
Compelling twists of pencil-shifts sicker than a septic whiff
I stretch the grid, flex its width— eventually the best emits
You get the gist? Respect this shit, you’re just another desperate clique
Writin like dyslexic kids on mescaline; quit sippin that depressant sip
I’m attention-deficit, obsessive—which became an epileptic glitch
Regression stitched to my essence, gripped at every potential pleasure since
So I'll move the pen until that wreckage lifts, hitting evanescence quick
Call me the quintessence pick the best aggressive to ever spit
Impressive when pushed to bust with an incredible script
Ill leave your crew needing a medi kit from the damage i inflict
Rammin through iron and brick like a cannon firing fire
The weaker get hit, leak liters of blood, fill the beakers and shit
I'm the grim reaper with speakers you pricks just eat what i dish
I'm at the peak of this at least for the rest of the week you bitch
Mentally sick and unfit cuz i'm behind you to just creep a bit
Plead the fifth you give me every reason to leave you ripped
Scream and wish that I don't unleash this legion of demon fists
I speak a gift when releasing writ that's completely fixed
When defeating kids my ball sacks what they repeat and rinse
My uniqueness is that I keep em flipped; their so meek and tricked
You piece of shit bow down to the master and greet the dick
This open mic fleets equipped with heat so mystique it's lit
The deepest clique together we stick like adhesive grips
Makin paraplegics flip, dissolvin the puke on a bulimic’s chin
Darken up every anemic’s tint while followers of Jesus strip
This writing could almost make a policeman hip…Almost
Open up your spleen and shit until our feces stick
So at least you can be someone even as a piece of shit
Agreed, I’m sick. Forever diseased with fits of this seasoned spit
Breathin in the spliff and releasin wisps of hits as it’s seepin in
Sneakin fire back from these elitist tricks, label me Prometheus
Endsane
Badi Alii
When tested we're sick a diabetic with these forum flexes
steadily reppin mechanical weapons blastin you peasants
You should honor our presence cuz we veterans
Together we write for nothin but our individual betterment
Dope flow is my trait and it will always be real evident
I live for syllable severin with some finesse and elegance
I confess I'm blessed with a mess of intelligence
My quest is to be the best to mesh rhythm with excellance
Rap is my lyrical medicine using similes and mettas with
My cleverness cause ever since I was born it was embedded in
A hip hip resident not hesitant to represent my pen and writs
Sane is multie tasking while my punchlines is ending this
Never commend a bitch I will hurt and extend a diss.
What you live isn't real you daydream and pretend it is
Menacin sentences with ease its just my rhetoric
Whatever you throw will forever be soft like a feather pitch
I’m too fresh with it, embellishin the pen and wit
Compelling twists of pencil-shifts sicker than a septic whiff
I stretch the grid, flex its width— eventually the best emits
You get the gist? Respect this shit, you’re just another desperate clique
Writin like dyslexic kids on mescaline; quit sippin that depressant sip
I’m attention-deficit, obsessive—which became an epileptic glitch
Regression stitched to my essence, gripped at every potential pleasure since
So I'll move the pen until that wreckage lifts, hitting evanescence quick
Call me the quintessence pick the best aggressive to ever spit
Impressive when pushed to bust with an incredible script
Ill leave your crew needing a medi kit from the damage i inflict
Rammin through iron and brick like a cannon firing fire
The weaker get hit, leak liters of blood, fill the beakers and shit
I'm the grim reaper with speakers you pricks just eat what i dish
I'm at the peak of this at least for the rest of the week you bitch
Mentally sick and unfit cuz i'm behind you to just creep a bit
Plead the fifth you give me every reason to leave you ripped
Scream and wish that I don't unleash this legion of demon fists
I speak a gift when releasing writ that's completely fixed
When defeating kids my ball sacks what they repeat and rinse
My uniqueness is that I keep em flipped; their so meek and tricked
You piece of shit bow down to the master and greet the dick
This open mic fleets equipped with heat so mystique it's lit
The deepest clique together we stick like adhesive grips
Makin paraplegics flip, dissolvin the puke on a bulimic’s chin
Darken up every anemic’s tint while followers of Jesus strip
This writing could almost make a policeman hip…Almost
Open up your spleen and shit until our feces stick
So at least you can be someone even as a piece of shit
Agreed, I’m sick. Forever diseased with fits of this seasoned spit
Breathin in the spliff and releasin wisps of hits as it’s seepin in
Sneakin fire back from these elitist tricks, label me Prometheus