im not the rapper you wanna be talkin noise ta it only makes me stronger

so wuts up peoples? im bored and i just wanted to talk to some people but to go along with the whole music them im a rapper who down to battle?

too far? oh well i tried. now since ive stated my whole thought imma try to stretch it out by explaining what i just typed because one line posts are frowned upon:w:

I'm down for a rap battle, like ya mommas on her knees for a dolla, so holla

lol here is my rhyme...



I'm sitting in my room, red-eyed, tabulating the times, formulating verbal

architecture, crafting dope rhymes, excercising new techniques to crack a

punks spine, open your eyes, sail the seas, switch on your mind, it's the

green button beneath your muck and your grime, under all that ish you

attempt to call rhyme, one syllable, two syllables, three syllables, punch line,

that schematic gets the job done, if the tales you spit are the nursery kind,

attempt to work a pen and what do you find... that your mind's a rotten rhind,

dim bulbs, no shine, you try to find the right words, while the clock on your

wrist blinks "no time", I launch lines smoother than a single action carbine,

unpredictable, like a field of Afghani land mines, one false move, I send

shrapnel of the explosive ferocious kind, first line of defense to quell your

atrocious rhymes, I'm a rare emcee species, precocious kind

my mannerisms, capibilities, craft, and delivery, usage of matter

and energy, my knack for reducing pseudo-emcees to rubble, left and right

hemispheres always conquer the daily doubleeee.... word up

sorry crashed last night but alright


if i cant take the game over skilled and lyrically imma take a gun and do it physically you aint prepared mentally for ya boy j-a-g my rhymes affectin people psychologically forget usin a gun ill bomb you biologically while i transverse verses in some blood stained converses no rehearsin just hurt em with the subversive verses im dispersin when im versin um every person im mercin um put a chump up on the front page good luck punk when i dump with the pump gauge makin all talk turn to silence watch your mouth cause small talk turns to violence im like smallpox sick like a virus every person that listens simply worsens my condition freestyle or written noone wants to rap wit us that crap aint rap so bad you just need to rap it up