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Mad Skillz the revenge

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22:44 / 06.04.03

Tryna keep my hand in but it's only really just a
Rhyme about the rhymin and it's all that i can muster
Chasin’ down the lyrics like a freakin’ Ghost Bus-ter
And i'm Muckin’ up my timin’ coz I’m smokin’ a duster

Boy you think ur somethin’ with your bad-ass crazy talkin’
Ellijah, pack your mic away and keep on walkin’
Dissin’ all the sisters is a step towards ur grave
So lets see u talk backatme if u think ur so brave.

23:14 / 06.04.03

B-lith posse, come get some...
I'll slap ya all down like I slapped ya mum.
All weak MCs better run and hide,
You know, Keats and Yeats be on my side.

23:41 / 06.04.03

weak? hide? su-i-cide...
don't provoke me Freego
with the tired shit you tried

DENIED!
cuz all ya rhymes are fried
i'll leave ya in the freezer
when the rhymin's cut and dried

Yeats? Hate at the cemet'ry gates
I'll bury ya tomorrow with ya
lyric nicking mates

23:46 / 06.04.03

thinkingofitlyric'lyyoubetterneverchallengemecuzidontevenneedtobreathetobringyouverbalmiseryyoufindit'sacatastrophewheneveryouguyssteptomeyouhaventgotthepedigreetosharethefuckin'micwithme

[inhales and glowers]

Elijah, Freelance Rabbi

05:15 / 07.04.03

olulabelle i was only playing so just chill
all this talk of gonad slicing makes me kinda ill
I didnt mean to dis tha sistas or imply you are a whore
so to the double Xs i just say "Make love not war"

Drinking sipping whiskey at a quarter to four
Sore spot on my cheek where my face hit the floor
drank so much because i knew i wouldnt get laid
and all my money done been spent, though i just got paid

If i had a million bucks you know i'd have it made
chillin in australia drinkin Fosters in the shade
I don't know if i can keep this pace
or afford any more bruises on my face
need myself a hot one wearing lots of lace
dont need no freaky-deaky shit like girls from outer space

Sold my car for a dollar, to buy another beer
felt like i was drowning in a pint of everclear
the blade goes back and forth leaving red lines on my skin
for fucks sake tell me what condition my conditions in

this rap post is getting long
cant sing well so i wont record this song
i call my shit a cry for help when christians get me down
but when it comes to self destruction i get the kings crown

13:05 / 07.04.03

See me and my homies did a tempo check
while i be pitchin' up the spittin' you be slurrin' it to Beck
So I'm flexin' on the decks coz there's this track you haven't heard
replace ya frowing with a crowning straight from Gary Byrd

10:56 / 13.04.03

I gots my ducks in a row—I’m a motherfuckin’ dynamo
And I gots my freak on like I’m Edgar Allan Poe.
Ya’ think you know?
Well you ain’t got the flow,
Gonna’ rock your squalid show with my megaton blow.
The line I do not toe,
Sizzling lyrics that I throw
Are commin’ straight atcha, like irons from the coal.
I’ll take it slow,
Chillin’ like an Eskimo
And like your fuckin’ heartbeat, I’m everywhere you go.
el Zilcho, I’m the Zero,
eZ bustin’ out I’m your motherfuckin’ hero.

17:25 / 28.06.04

Like Morrison's X-Men, you cunts are disposable,
I treat your sub par skills like an Epic proposal

21:54 / 28.06.04

Ya’ think this rap, it ain’t it’s just pap.
Your lyrical stylins r a dead Bikini Island
after Test Able: your rhymes smell like a stable.
And I’m perched up on top of this table
deliverin’ to you the sounds of a fable
spun in silk not like the spilt milk,
but you’ll cry anyway. Ya’ can’t play—No Way!
You’ll be going down in this lyrical fray.
‘Cause the sound that’s around will drag you down
Like an undertow you won’t know what’s hit ya’
You’re left drownin’ like the young Ophelia.
Thinkin’ it’s clever to rhyme intellectual?
Your name droppin’ is largely ineffectual.
I got the skillz that echo through the hillz
The rhymes that float on platypuses’ billz!
Gonna’ step up and fill yer cup with sweetness.
Can you follow the progression of a rap that’s beatless?
Switchin’ up the timin’ I dance around your rhymin’
gettin’ you to move when I say “Simon Sez”.
Now eat up all your Pez.
And if you need to know, no I don’t wear a fez.
But now comes the time to say “adieu”
'cause you need to get yer ass back to class at the school.

02:21 / 30.06.04

You mean to say "Everybody" is wack?

I don't believe it.

02:30 / 30.06.04

In charge like Baio,
Smooth like mayo,
Smart like Plato,
Not the clay,
Cassius.
Wreck you like a fascist,
Fifty lashes,
Producing rashes
'Til your ashes.

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