1st I diss Two cats in my post for multisyllables,
came on to find cats still busting raps with no thought
-or very minimal,
with vocab drab, wack fags, too many typical-
lines for me to quote or acknowledge,
what you wrote, I demolish,
my style's dope, kids, I promise,
notice all your comments, and peep this bomb shit
that I typed with little difficulty,
morpheus : android, level z, come deconstruct me,
next step write prolifically, conveyor lifting me,
towards higher force, 2 sides of my mind, resonate with perfect poliphony,
each line a work of heart, I pen rhymes in calligraphy,
non stop to make you catch epiphonies,
acid pro chumps can't compare to older symphonies,
a lot of emcees rhyme but can't write prose descriptively,
therefore, too many only reach mediocrity,
overcrowded cyphers implode, but thats just another prophecy
like divorces yall "Splitting the cost...." that's half a cent per thought!
These netcees are still pissing me off,
so ill, the moderators are ripping me off, then kicking me off,
so they can steal my props-
watch these net-thugs claim they hard, while I lyrically floss-
track me down, come to my house and get physically tossed, off, the precipice-or a 500 ft cliff, or even Mt. Everest,
whatever's clever bitch...

"Slow down son ya killen em'"

"Slow Down" ? not in me, so fuck it we can run it
like I said, netcees plummet from a summit,
ask who dunnit, and I'll punch you in the stomach,
whats with wack emcees falling back on the topic of bullets?
I spit more words than ten giant turrets,
leave you more than bruised, leave mods confused,
dropping names like kool g rap, shit, thats old news,
theres a whole crop of new albums to choose-from,
but thanks for cluing us in-think you're doing us in,
but a weak verse never proves a point, even with a name attached,
and if I don't like your rap, you get your brain attacked,
here's a simple fact-
if you're not spitting multisyllable, you're living in the past-
cause before kool g- a lot of rappers were simple, see?
simple, Streets, you a simply a pimple g. with simplicity,
like fox on ripple, it's a simple you couldn't crimple me.
a lintel soup without the lintel's b.
without double M , who'd you wish you could simply be.
like true wisdom, it hits 'em like in a raw hoes button
Morpheus showed up, if he left you'd miss him, even though i showed you nuthin'!
no bluffin', you huffin' and puffin', but my foundation is solid con-cer-ete.
hush, and quit your rushin' to fussin', and know those befoe G, were non discreet.
you a muffin' amongst cons who beat, they mom's for sweet lovin'
you the wrong physique.

bump to a time when this board was ill.