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[Pooyan Cyrus 424]

Killin Dealin Grindin 'n Chillin

Twenty Four Seven look at me see what 'real' is

Don't get me wrong it's Four Twenty bring that green and ice

Fly that sh*t it's time to realize

 

(I should complete this!)

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

I got nine figures on my file

The other emcees will have to wait a while

I got fans lined up for miles and miles

And all my haters are in denial

As I sell out arenas from Nova Scotia to the Nile

I'm the best thing, don't you see?

I'm the MJ, the Bee Gees

The AC/DC of the emcees

The hottest white rapper since Ice Ice Baby

Or when Eminem said it wouldn't be the same "Without Me"

The biggest thing to come from the Pacific Northwest

Bigger than Nirvana? Take a wild guess

Though, not to hate on the legends, god bless

So yes, I guess, I better get down to serious business with this

All the stations who don't play my music? Ignorance is bliss

My raps are taking over

I got more luck than a seven-leaf clover

Moreover, I'm so rich I got nine gold-plated Range Rovers

Anyone trying to be bigger than me? Game over

[ilovebender.com 37]

Step into this

Game

Recognise

My name

Don't care

For fame

Everybody's the -

Same

People want to blame

They moan bitch complain

People think I'm strange

They go I'm insane

Edited December 24, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

When you hear my name

It'll put yours to shame

Forfeit the game, your friends carry all the blame

Your beats all sound the same, they can't be this lame

And I'm a wild animal, I can't be tamed

The hottest emcee from Seattle

Take me in a battle? Better bring a paddle

I'm like a cowboy, takin' name on a saddle

My words echo, and make the snakes wanna rattle

My legions of followers will fight you as I embattle

And my beats make like Kelloggs, they Pop, Snap, and Crackle

So better pick up the pace, you can't win this race

You may be the King, but I'm always the Ace

My words will punch you face, harder than a mace

Defeat you embrace, stand in place, you big disgrace

You've officially been displaced, and your history erased

[ilovebender.com 37]

You ain't gonna rattle

Am a cowboy you my cattle

South London meet Seattle

Bring beef another battle

I think you need a paddle

Mast has came off your sail

Now you need to bail

Sink another fail

Edited December 25, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

Wait, you think you take me?

You think you can handle this OG?

More Notorious than Biggie, Fancier than Iggy

Cooler than Ice Cubes in some Ice-T

I can detect your rhymes better than bloodhound

Against me, you're fail bound

While I emerge the victor, safe and sound

Afterwards, you'll be crying back to London

Maybe you'll be done then

[ilovebender.com 37]

I gotta admit

You spit a

Bigger ego

Than my dick

Jacking it off

Like I do

To barely legal

Ebony teen videos

sh*t written like

How you like Iggy

A' C' D' C'

But you can't reach me

I'm like I' L' B'

Dot com

And you know

What I'm

Talking about

Drop off

The bomb

Before ducking

The f*ck out

Boom!

Edited December 25, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

If you want to take me on, then just say so

You'll fall harder than The Black Eyed Peas after a Super Bowl halftime show

My lyrics will make you burn, like a towering inferno

Don't need to stop and think, I'm a go-baby-go

You're just a sad-face clown, goin' after the crown

But you'll fall down, to be lost and never found

And your rat spill is nothing to my rap skill

I'm up in the air, then I swoop in for the kill

I'm so cold, everyone will be chill

So chill that they'll be frozen

With my lyrical abilities, and rhymes that I've chosen

It will hit you, and you'll drop dead from the poison

And those who witness will preach your downfall as a slogan

[ilovebender.com 37]

Alright then

I'll f*ck you up

Like 'White

Lightening'

Frightening

Your biting

Of lyrical ability

By Ms. Dynamite

That's right

Don't think I don't

Know what you type

It's hype

Just like

S' S'

D' D'

Same sh*t

Different day

See a million swim

Like you even heard

Of convicts tryin' to

Escape from lock

Down to escape the

Rap so c'mon Punk

I know your arse is free

But what chance

Are you gonna have

If you do the math and

Equal yourself to me?

Edited December 25, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[ilovebender.com 37]

They say I'm sick they say I'm a f*cking lunatic

So how about that tactic or am I just being dramatic?

Got my own Rampant Rabbit not Ann Summers and

It's looking to blow to cum in the face of a young negro

Latino or white

Love my Indian pussy too now that sh*t is alright!

Edited December 27, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

Not too long ago, I wasn't so hot

Just a kid tryin' to roll with the big shots

But now I'm flying first class, and everyone's givin' me guest spots

I'm blazin' up Seattle, with all the new cars I bought

Wait, think you can be bigger than me? Ha, I think not

I just keep scoring hit after hit

All without even trying, man how do I do it?

To all you posers out there, you better just quit

Because I am straight up killin' this sh*t

I'm in a Bugatti, while you're stuck in the transmit

[ilovebender.com 37]

Yo yo yo

Just like yo

I

Like

You

I

Do

It's true

Gonna

Wanna

Think

About

You

Am under

Your spell

Been

Giving me Hell

But I

I like you

I do

I wanna give you half

Because you are my all

But your other half

He keeps you warm

And I

I like you..

Every single f*cking day

Every single f*cking way

I

Like

You

Edited December 27, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[waxman. 2,230]

Untitled #1

Figure this, figure that -

Now loosen your grip on that chrome-plated motherf*ckin' gat

I got the pockets that stack fat - high

A brother packing heat is a brother that's 'ready to die'

My, oh my, you try to act so damn fly

You ain't no Curtis Mayfield, just a krab-ass alibi

My spits are sly and son.. don't forget it

Lucifer and coal burns.. you've already met it

Regret it? Too late, times done - embed it

I said it, I got away with doing time, a free sentence

Prevented my act of sin, but your daughter consented

I invented, this cold game of distraction

Whilst you've been reading these rhymes.. fool, I've been packin

Slugs, talons because this sh*t I be reppin

Model 108, AKA, Smith & Wesson - lethal weapon

Aids infection, these tunes beat boppin, I inject, and -

Erect, for the entire block and set to see

Rollin by with no homicide but just my boy Triple P

When you pass through our block, there's a fee

And the price to pay, well, no-one will save

Because it's expensive to bury a fat f*ck in a shallow grave

You're just a slave, to the mindless group of sheep

You're about as useful as a mechanic six feet deep

And it's always the wealthy that seem to f*cking reap

As my grit from the chamber ozzes and leaks.

 

Untitled #2

Trip, he may have some fatal half-sound flaws,

but they don’t halt him in his greatest downfall/

He's represented by his sins of the past through a peace pipe/

Inhaled deep through toxins that cause mind-bobbling feast spikes/

He’s a beast alike – his shadow that follows/

Laced in desire and envy, of the soul that he borrows/

Never guessing twice because he pulls it up times by triple/

f*ck the duo, it ain’t dynamic, but this trifecta causes ripples/

And if you ever want to tempt this deadly son of a bitch/

Last thing you’ll see is four rounds loaded in the clip/

Because the time between his loaded gun and the time between the impact/

The entropy of time lapse causes suffering like a drug relapse/

Painful to watch as an onlooker through this void/

This hatred and fear disperses within this darkest void/

And through this void of plateaus of technological advances/

He’s humble to spit a line along the line as he freelancers/

He gets glances, from the taverns, laundry mats and the corners/

As the vibe of his soul at night dances with the mourners/

As his shadow he owns himself is that of death/

Dressed in black, he likes white tims, and blends within the rest/

My words of hate that spilled never meant bad/

Nor a warning of a spot plot, this sh*t don’t go that mad/

More so a stimulant to stimulate the mind as a test shot/

In my diss I gave to you, within it, you advanced yourself non-stop/

But I ain’t your teacher, nor do I ever want to be, as I’m a fugitive of the unknown, for all to see/

Perhaps a starlit night will fulfil my legacy/

Until then, I’m Strait B, kickin with Triple P.

 

Untitled #3

See who’s the man that administered the cash flow

Now see who’s the man that diminished the cash flow

Wrote a brother off for another brother’s astro, experience

Motherf*ckers think I’m blind, naïve and ain’t serious

Who’s to figures this? A kid with less than a Benjamin

Find a better friend, I’m up like David Lettermen

I gave you power and you blew it on Silk Road medicine – probably

Wouldn’t be surprised with Mal, he’d get up in a robbery

Stop a pulse with one cap and dump em’ in a quiet lobby

Proceed to snuff the cash for sniff and snort a way to the dull

I had the money, capabilities and total control

You had nothing less than an account – I had the fat stack rolls

You used our private supplies for your own private demands

With a private man that I’d never succumb to shake hands

Knowingly blowing another mans hard earned paper

You have the balls to say I lack skills, f*cker, smoke some capper

Oh, wait, that’s right, you already did

Got the cash, made some deals then you finally counterbid

Did it seem small in quantity? I think there was a reason

Ripped off, underweighted, yeah, this may be treason

But you can’t do sh*t to this motherf*cking statement

Coz you got high with a fork off a spliff in a basement

Face it, you’re a motherf*cking degenerate with ambitions like skyscrapers

Unachievable but you try and fail, this ain’t a tiebreaker

Try n’ make-a, rhyme that you can actually spit

Coz you have zero flow, the waters stagnant, you might aswell quit,

Throw in the towel, grab the nine and consider suicide

If you were a dog in your family, they’re first thought would be euthanize

Because your death as a human would be too cruel to brutalize.

 

Untitled #4

Nice try P, but blindness can't cure ignorance

I go full out like an unarmed hindrance

And you're naive to the game of our life that it feeds

Fed by the fiends and the foes, money trees, and clothes - got this card but nobody knows

Coz somebodies nose is cold shut, close

Too much powder, packages and bread vieana

To much power, envy and greed like Tony Montana.

 

Untitled #5

They got my casket closed, My eyelids froze shut,

Speaking to the preachers,

And then the foes show up,

But naah, don’t trip,

Those fools are cool,

Use to roll with em back in the days of Highschool,

halls, corridors and chambers,

Men, money and players,

You know that society has two favours,

They favour the labours,

Coz the World Trade wasn’t built by thugs and players,

It was built by shady men paying thugs and players,

Laying slugs, selling drugs and bumping Roy Ayers,

Gold bars, large yards, their money stacked on layers,

But even if I had to go tell you the truth,

Their acts of evil upon this world are too ruth to truce,

But yeeeah, better trip,

Those fools are corrupt,

Coz they paid to built the World Trade,

Then they went and blew it up.

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

What's that on your face? You look so teary

I see you weeping, after this you'll fear me

How can you explain this huh? Where's your theory?

My skill leaves lesser emcees weary

As I tour the globe, takin' names from Sydney to Lake Erie

I go up on stage, and make it

While you desperately try to fake it

I'm the best in the game, an animal you can't contain

So don't try to complain, you'll always be the same

I'll always be the bane of your existence

You fall on your knees as I make my entrance

Fools try to bring me down, but fail 'cuz of my persistence

Even if I fall, I'll come back with a vengeance

Buildin' up the tension with a mere mention

Wanna get schooled? Class is in session

Edited December 28, 2014 by NightSpectre

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

For this one I tried something different from the usual topic of boasting about my abilities and instead went for the conscious topic of high school drama, specifically from the perspective of a man who abandons his integrity to be with the rich, popular queen bee and then realizes the error of his ways. Here we go:

 

Yo, one time I was a loner on the outs

Just one of the "losers" without a doubt

But then I met you, everything changed

So I exchanged my integrity, to be with you the local celebrity

The perfect example for everybody

Rich, beautiful, could do no wrong

But now I am here, stuck singing this song

I had the nerve to ask you on a date

And you said yes, great

You were the queen bee that everyone could see

I was your knight in shining armor, the one they wished they could be

I was blinded by your gaze, you were a real charmer

But that armor cracked when you harmed her

You pushed her, tortured her, and made her life hell

And you just smiled, proud of filling your hollow shell

But now I realize that I'm better off without you

That you were a bitch, and everyone else is too

You proudly stand high wearing that crown

But you've lost that right, time to put it down

What you did was f*cked up

And everyone can see what's really up

Once we're out of school, everyone will forget who you are

Remembered only as a spoiled bitch who drove a sports car

And those people you tortured? A new life they will have found

While you're miserable, no longer with anyone around

You'll be cut off from your parents, how's that sound?

You will no longer be the queen bee that you were crowned

 

 

[GrindingOnDatNRG 181]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWDBTrlAjWQ

To this beat.

 

 

When I'm rapping I sincerely hope that you're listening

My rhymes are colder than using air conditioning in winter man

I'll leave you wishing you where as sick as me wicked wizardry

In my infancy I learned of the mystery of history

Because my actions leave you in a parallax like dropping acid

When I'm smashing mics I'm killing beats like an assassin

Doing damage on tracks like graffiti writers painting panels

I'm a radical animal I'm a gun and the beat is my ammo

You couldn't fathom, your Adam's apple compressed to an atom

You'll be shattered pitter pattering back my raps diagonal

You don't wanna step kid unless you got a death wish

I'm a rap maniac I eat beats for breakfast

Edited December 28, 2014 by GrindingOnDatNRG

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

I got the girls all over me like ecstasy

All the players and high rollers next to me

I'm so poisonous, I'm toxic

Call me caustic, burnin' money like it's nothing

I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm nauseous

$5000 champagne out of a gold glass? Watch this

I may not be cautious, but I can go to a world that is cosmic

To alien worlds, either frozen or somewhere tropic

Come with me, you'll enjoy this I promise

Just take some time, soon it won't be so obnoxious

While on your journey through the cosmos

Try to use the utmost care not to break the spell then you'll be there pronto

Top dollar alcohol and drugs? Now that's a combo

[ilovebender.com 37]

She be ringing me

When she wants her weed

Guess I like her weave

Well c'mon now

What the f*ck

Does that say

About me

True say

'Am not

Always

On the pay

Guess I

Found a girl

Who really likes

Ta' blaze

Think I'm crazy for you girl

But you got yourself a man

And I really can't be fussed

So I think I'm gonna stray

Yeah there's too much stress

And you treat me like a guest

In front of all ya' friends

Who get to sit on your bed

I'm on a chair happy that I'm there

'Least this time I'm inside not working

In the yard go out shot work in the dark

I love you girl

But your

Attitude's a trip

So sorry

I'm not on it

Edited January 1, 2015 by ilovebender.com

[GrindingOnDatNRG 181]

When you hear my name

It'll put yours to shame

Forfeit the game, your friends carry all the blame

Your beats all sound the same, they can't be this lame

And I'm a wild animal, I can't be tamed

The hottest emcee from Seattle

Take me in a battle? Better bring a paddle

I'm like a cowboy, takin' name on a saddle

My words echo, and make the snakes wanna rattle

My legions of followers will fight you as I embattle

And my beats make like Kelloggs, they Pop, Snap, and Crackle

So better pick up the pace, you can't win this race

You may be the King, but I'm always the Ace

My words will punch you face, harder than a mace

Defeat you embrace, stand in place, you big disgrace

You've officially been displaced, and your history erased

Dude that's dope as f*ck. By the way sorry for sooking in the rate the song above you thread. I guess I was just having a bad day and also thought you where trying to annoy me but I realised you where just rating the songs normally.

 

Here's another beat, so get your groove on!

 

 

I'm a real lyricist my raps are crazy

I amaze ya when I blaze ya

This is fantasia with impact like a crater

So turn the other way when I am spraying mc's they be regretting

Every time that they tried to write a rhyme but ended up forgetting

What it is they gonna write I cause a memory wipe

Despite being alike we not the same like a spoon and a knife

So think twice

In the night I go out like broken busted up street lights

You squeaking like mice man n' I ain't up to a fight

Edited December 29, 2014 by GrindingOnDatNRG

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

I got the lyrical flow that straight-up kills

You're faker and even more plastic than Beverly Hills

It gives you the chills, when I'm done you'll be poppin' pills

I aim for the thrills, and I got the amazing skills to send you back home to Phil's

Get off the stage you shill. 'cuz I'm firin' up this grill

I'm the dream killa, the rilla, the sharp rayza

I've got a sold out concert in Malaysia, smell ya layta

Edited December 29, 2014 by NightSpectre

[ilovebender.com 37]

I'm tired of politics what's it got to do with me

We're all consenting adults in the land of the free

Say gay for pay in Soho on Old Compton Street

But so far no man can afford me and I'm straight

From Thornton Heath where my love for Kirsty

Gives me grief

Edited December 30, 2014 by ilovebender.com

[Gnocchi Flip Flops 26,294]

Gurl da way u movin, it got me inna trance, dj turn me up, bitches dis yo jam (come oooooonnnnnnn) i'ma sip mascoto and u gon lose dem pants (oooooooohhhh) i'ma sit here and we relax watch u do it wit no hand, guuuuuuurrrrrrrrrlllll drop it to da flooooooooorr i love the way yo booty gooooooooo all i wanna dooooooo is sit and watch you mooooove while i throw dis cash

[Homemade Dynamite 4,040]

Take a seat back and let me show you my genius

Ain't no rapper stirred up so much controversy since Yeezus

Went up on Rolling Stone magazine and posed as Jesus

My words are so strong they move objects like psychokinesis

Anyone can come up to me and get their ass kicked, it's part of the season

I do anything with no need for rhyme or reason

You'll never see it comin', and it'll haunt you like a sin

So you see? I'm just a normal kid on the street

That is, until I say that magic word "SHAZAM!" and then I'm the hottest emcee to never miss a beat

Compared to other so-called "rappers", actual skill takes a backseat

No one else has ever achieved this feat of flowing talent and lyrics so complete

So amazing, all the lesser emcees try to say I cheat

All just because they can't own up to defeat and admit that their raps are obsolete

[ilovebender.com 37]

G T A

Gun' run to a

Bike an' jack it

Ride it

'Round town

Find me markin' in a

Parking lot got a

Four by four now

Drive it

Crash it

Smash and grab

Tactic

Car gets trashed

Quick it's

Drastic the

Cash big

Ya' likely

To get wasted

Relocated near

That car

With a

Casket

Car two

Three if

Ya' count that bike

You had Bitch

Ridin' with a coffin

In the back

Spotting hookers

Like crack

f*ck that

Take this hearse

Off road

An' try an'

Break out

My load

Boom crash think

I'm explode

Reload at a hospital

Near my home now

C'mon proximity

Summoned me

To ma' patch

So am gonna'
Start a war

Like we in Iraq

Take that

Mutha' f*ckers

Jump into a

Sports car an'

Stunt it to ma'

Garage

Edited January 2, 2015 by ilovebender.com

[the lost nipple 73]

Yeah

My name is Ponchito

I live in a burrito

I like to eat tacos

All day and all nighto

 

Yeah

Yeah

My legs are hurtin

My assholes burnin

Your daughter's flirtin

With a big large curtain

 

Yeah I'll be suckin that D

And drinkin that Pee

In the middle of da summer

Cause I'm a f*ckin G

 

If ya haven't noticed doe

My vernacular is spectacular

I'll be f*ckin them hoes

But your dick aint a spatula

 

Man cause you like cuttin

Your cheese with a chair

You do lots of lovin

With a big teddy bear

 

Your legs they are weak

Your arms they are sweaty

Put your vagina in spaghetti

And eat some broccoli you fat f*ck

 

Thank you

[M0rk 4,870]

SICKEST HIP-HOP LYRICS EVER!!!!

I saw a black cat
Then I saw a fat rat
Then the black cat ate the fat rat
Nigga

I'M BETTA THAN Y'ALL WACK RAPPERS

 

just kidding

 

[ilovebender.com 37]

I be the worst since the first burst on to the scene

I'm coerced through purse and work is obscene

Perverse these words release what was once seen

Made out with the best tits and got called a chauvinist

When I looked for my queen... Mmmmm...

She was on me her tits were so pretty big natural

And jiggly and the nipple sealed the deal for those titties

Think about that pair to this day right and I got a reputation

Which makes it harder fer' me ta' play right

Edited January 1, 2015 by ilovebender.com

[Gnocchi Flip Flops 26,294]

In da' Strip Club

 

(This a Nitti Beat)

All you nigguhs talking bout bounce that ass

This ain't no free show we want the muthaf*ckin cash

f*ck yo weed don't want no dranks

Don't even thank that you can f*ck me

You ain't even got enough to even touch me (ch-yo)

I heard you stuntin in yo benz

but them broads know its from yo muthaf*ckin friends

wannabe balla nigga yous a hoe

Clainin you rich but you can barely slang dope

Callin us freaks, but you the freaky one

tongue linkin on my pearl like a stick to a sneer drum

until i cum

all in ya f*ckin face floss ya teeth with my pussy ass

and then I'm outta theres

I cares the f*ck bout how you feel

but i will slip a mickey in yo drank

cause you thank

cause I ain't the hoe

to shake my ass in the club fo you negroes

I can't stand a muthaf*cka talkin sh*t

when you know you get sprung from my pussy lips

flip yeah that lil dick yeah you call me hip

...

 

I give up.

[Drill Sergeant 1,586]

I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long

Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song

So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed

And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read

 

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain

If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain

If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape

I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape"

 

I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean

But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine

So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad

And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad

 

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain

I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne

I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape"

 

So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place

I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face

It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you"

And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"

 

"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain

And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne

If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape

You're the lady that I've looked for, come with me, and escape"

 

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain

If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain

If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape

I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape"

 

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain

I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne

I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape

At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape"

[ilovebender.com 37]

Gold diggin'

Bitches

Who wanna

Smoke up

All ma' grass

You're a genius

And I love the way

You have that ass

Girl it's not second

Class and I think it's

Surpassed

It's the best

And I wanna get you

Undressed

f*ck you

Feed you

And breed

With you

Too girl

I want a piece of you

Edited January 5, 2015 by ilovebender.com