Originally Posted by frogy200

For once I live in the fucking hood
I hope you got that and understood
I aint playin no gangster like you do
Talkin about your gun?
which one?
You don't have any
NO dick and no barrel
maybe just a litttle squirt from your vagina
you fucking tranny
masturbating to you granny

Ok I hope that shut you up
if not I'll cut your balls off
and put them in a cup
you here saying wassup
dont play smart
or you're gonna get cut up
I don't even care no more
I'm going savage on your ass
Make you into my whore
Since you look like a girl
leave rap and go jump around and twirl

Originally Posted by Embry0nic

I'll work off of this.



They say my old raps, they would slowly creep,
Because the rhymes were hard, what I wrote was deep.
And some people chose to sleep, so now I double back and expose the weak,
I'm shootin' for the stars without holdin' heat.
It comes from a place, where I almost was a waiter at Boulder Creek,
While waiting on a label to notice me.
It sounded like poetry and it's potencies' as dope as the coco leaves,
That get flown in from overseas.
The musics so close to me, I didn't put my seed in no ovaries,
Even though I'm not a parent, I'm apparently focusing.
Gimme a second yo I'll let my emotions be,
Thinking how I used to listen to Jodeci.
They was supposed to be still poppin' I remember the days,
Now I'm watching footage of JoJo fallin' out on the stage.
I'm like...
... I'm like this is how it is.
This is what can happen when you're trapped up in the biz.
This is why my rhymes had me thinkin' bout the kids,
Cause my raps question some of the wrongs of how we live.
When a youth ballin' hard rocks, cop car, car stops,
Scarin' us to death, gunshots replace alarm clocks.

These are kinda the lyrics for when your mom spot,
Is when you call home, cause condo dough is a long shot.
... Well fuck that forget the long shot,
The secrets as they speak it will come true, I'll be on top.
... Missionary position,
I wanted fame, but it blurred up my vision.
Now I dare you to listen,
I want change, I am purely existin',
To save lives, but with rhymes,
You would swear I'm a Christian, I'm..
.. Skimmin' the Mid-brain Corpora,
Because my reflexes are so out out of orda.
Flustered so many daughters who never had a real father's support,
And I gave em' torture cause I made feel like they was important.
Pardon me sometimes I be driftin' off,
When I envision that coffin I like to think out all my intricate thoughts.
That's De La Soul, you may not know, the way I roll,
Is 6, spit it 8 times 4, what they like more.
That's 2 verses
Take my bars
Chill
Bring it back and I don't strain my cause.
You said somebody else is better? Now I'm payin' attention,
I hear his bars, and I stay on the bench cause I ain't playin'.
The gloves... done came off
I've been aiming to mention my loud thoughts.
Pagans say I'm offensive so I'ma chill.

This is coming from my soul.
This is coming from my soul wait..
The place it comes from is authentic,
The verse's half curses but the lord sent it.
You could even take away your 4 senses,
As long as you can feel, I have your attention.

Impossible's a word that I never seen,
Till my stepsister asked to bring back yesterday,
At our father's wake,
I'd say he's in a better place.
But I don't know if she bought it,
I hope your recordin'
This ain't about rap yo
Children are dying,
The fathers are leaving,
The mothers are crying
The brothers are lying
The sisters is sexin'
TV is poison
The music is deaded
My dudes are depressed
And the school are neglected.
I'm not complainin', I'm just sayin', everyday is a blessin',
And while you hearin' this I'm bout to shed a tear in a second.
I'm like a contestant.
The game show is Deal or No Deal
And the offer just got higher,
I feel, like I'm tired.
The job is change music and I, just got hired.
This shit is really my goal and I'm honestly not tryin'.
It's still a million dollars in a box that's on the board,
So I'm turnin' down a offer, what I want from y'all is more.
I'm a heathen when I'm holy, like I'm walkin' with the lord,
But I'm walkin' with a sword, I ain't talkin' cause I'm bored.
I'm spittin' cause you was sayin' that you though I was a Con?
Go compare to some rappers that I KNOW I OUT-PERFORM.
Tell Holly Mandel, this the calm before the storm,
Everythin I'm tryna do, look around it's takin' form.
I hit the thread, they know my name, it's Embry0 it's not ignored..
... This is takin y'all too long..