Until you get a dime chick like me, you have no room to talk
I'll body slam ya ass to the sidewalk and treat ya head like chalk
Disable your body so much that you couldn't stand or walk
Pressure your body so much that'll you enter a stage of shock
So stop hatin' because it's only 9 o'clock

Actually, it has a tempo all the way through, you're just not a rapper who can get the flow for it haha, SO YOU GET GOOD.

LOL, you didn't even come back, fuck you on?

Pass the mic to the kid who knows what he's fuckin' sayin',
We could tussle for days, after I qualify your weigh-in.
I'm deep within my zone, you could never find a way in,
You've done okay so far, but now I'm not fuckin' playin'.
I can see your past life like a psychic historian,
I'm not just good, I'm a damn valedictorian.
May seem like a dick ride, but Ber's the salutatorian
Racing through these little shitty rappers in a DeLorean.

Someone fucking say something. I'm feeling creative tonight and I need someone to unleash upon.

Honestly
I'm deciding whether or not if I'm shuttin' you down,
I wanted challenge but all you're doing is fuckin' around.
Energy out the roof in this bitch, I drink Jolt,
Thoughts fast as Usain, turning the same bolts.
Terror era, all I wanna do is hear yo ass scream,
Back out before it's too late you European bream.

Welcome to school children, im teaching verbal-classes
If ya cant see im ballin then you need erkel-glasses
Matter of fact, my facts reach the masses
Hip hop aint dead man so forget the caskets
My verbal skills are straight so forget these fagots
My punchlines are funnier than a basket of bob sagets
Written classics, deeper than your moms baggage
I just speak my mind,
The Hell is a metaphor?
My style aint easy like the neighborhood rent-a-whore

When I write, I write with a poison pen
Whilst Michael Jacksons callin on boyz 2 men
Thinking its a delivery service, my delivery's perfect
Check the history of my verses whoever dissing me's nervous
punches aint even hittin the surface
i'll keep ya head in clouds like 747 jetliners
Tick off emcees turnin they heartrate to flatliners
Keep the music grimy and dark as a prostitutes eyeliner
Stay Underground like dead people and coal miners
I put my heart in this, got flames like an arsonist
Come dive in the talent pool the lake of piranha fish
The barmiest pharmacist nastiest narcissist
I target you kid's cartilage with my cartridges
so im always in the new shit like farmers is
ive mastered this, living like martyrs live
in the Gaza strip needing an armored crib and guards and shit
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heres one for the road my remix of the rap SIDEWALK by sarafina (the italics are his):

Time goes by, So steadily,
Living in hell, We wonder what heaven be,
Prisoners dwell, Hopin that they set em free,
Men Die, Leaving nothing but a legacy,
Women Cry, You don't need him girl! let him leave,
Kids lost, so they lead they lives recklessly,
What the future has in store we can never see,
It's hard to carry on not knowing whats ahead of me...

See my mom's dear friend she just lost her life,
That means a loving husband just lost his wife,
And with only one job now they lost they lights,
And the kids got no guidance so they lost they sight,
They eldest son got a full time, but never sees rest,
But they say to never suffer would to never be blessed,
We've seen our fair share, they our deepest secrets,
I find my hope through music where the melody sets,
Even songs cry out, Tryna cleanse these streets,
But nothings done the guitar just gently weeps,
Though its hard, we must believe,
I gotta dream, providing for my family is where ill be,
To give back all the love that they showed me,
And see no matter what happens life slowly,
Goes on bound to be blood spilled, Drugs dealed
thugs killed, thats real, but still...

Time goes by, So steadily,
Living in hell, We wonder what heaven be,
Prisoners dwell, Hopin that they set em free,
Men Die, Leaving nothing but a legacy,
Women Cry, You don't need him girl! let him leave,
Kids lost, so they lead they lives recklessly,
What the future has in store we can never see,
It's hard to carry on not knowing whats ahead of me...

Sav please, your raps to me are 100% useless,
Have you rapped here before cause' you seem new to this.
I smash fools in half who, thought they were rougher,
Your ignorance will be the reason in this clan that you suffer.
If this thread had sound, my raps would be knockin' and bumpin',
I got mans on my block that would leave you there slumpin'.
When I type I use my soul to let you know I ain't stuntin',
Gotta show your feelings, or yo rap don't mean nothin'.
5 heart beats in one heart, like I got the pain
Of Donald peepin' his girl and his brother, standin' in rain
I don't do it for the fame, I don't do it for the game,
I do it, just for the music so you and I ain't the same.
Still
Quest for c.r.e.a.m.
Still stay high as mezzanine,
Used to smoke the Evergreen,
Used to guzzle Hennessy,
Used to have empathy now all I got is memories
And they don't live like people do
Guns don't kill, people do.
Follow me I'll see you through, god son, gimme ya sins.
Damn those comparisons, I did it again.
I'm a beast when I speak, I got blue fur.
Bringing rhyme this way, you better just U-Turn.
I'm makin' up new words, I stimulize ladies with the package,
The greatest of the rappers, we don't play em', we don't practice.
We all try to civilize, how you gonna criticize?
Stupid eyes epitomize, what it is to live and die,
And come back live again, told you I can twist your sins
And turn em' into blessings, this is where your new life begins.

I woke from a dream that I was no longer breathing, I felt emancipated,
Took the last words of a cancer patient
and wrote this.

Just yesterday I was aggravated,
Realized that Embry0 hadn't made it
but won't quit.

But what the hell is makin' it?
Nice car, big crib, hang wit' friends, pay for shit?
Being able to rap lyrics, and say you're rich?
Club hop, pop a lot of bottles not fakin' it?
Is that what is, or is it raisin' ya kids?
Is it doin' what you love, or supportin' how you live?
My boy came home from a 7 year gig,
Said he felt like he made it just walking in his crib.

Know that I gotta try to keep these
Ill thoughts outta my head.
Look, somebody on twitter said I made their day, I said
"You're day got made when you got outta bed."
I'm just addin' to your life's recipe, I'm the Adobo.
And I don't gotta say no homo,
But homie I feel you and the real truth is what they wanna hear.
Focus came to me, I give you my fears.
I climbed over barbed wire, walked through broad fire,
Spit sick as bronchitis, ignored god's guidance.
They say "One has never quit"
So I can't quite drinking I be goin' through some shit.

You ever look inside your soul?
So people see the decency beside your stylic flows.
My honesty's definin' me, it kinda helps me grow.
But honestly the wallet in my pocket doesn't know...
... I swear one day I'll be like H.O.V.
Cause now I'm takin' tips, I do not strip but I'm exposed.
I envision prison, weigh the Cons against the Pros.
Should have been a Con cause, I just wanted dough.
But I want my soul, how can I complain?
I can walk, I can drive, but my ass be on a train and...

... In the back of my brain, I can
See myself jumpin' on the track, just a gain
Notoriety for cryin' and dyin' increase my fame,
So people can speak my name, I know I'm seemin' insane,
CAUSE I AM.

... I keep chasin' dead guys,
I see things a different way, Biggie's left eye
I want Big L love, I want Left Eye,
I don't have fans, but I will when I die.
But Embry0 don't die, in-fact I might start my own show.
Then all the big-shots give me props on the low.
Then I'll come through with a Staples shirt,
Have MC Hustle thinkin' I came straight from work.

... I am really one of ya'll,
Yes I can compare to Jesus Christ the son of God.
Cause I sacrifice myself and when I write you see my scars.
And my crown's made of thorns, you'll be down when I gone.
My sound is so strong, the corners of my mind,
Are similar to shorties on the corner on the grind.
Focused on the paper so it's more than spittin' rhyme,
I think hours ahead like I flow in Pacific Time.
So the west side hears it first, and they feel the hurt,
Of being stuck in some traffic, you not on time for work?
Till' you realize, the reason that your stuck and the cars are backed up was cause you're driving behind a Hearse.
And that body in the back, is not rushin'
So stop buggin.

... I wanna give you more, but my bucket list is longer than it was a year before so..

I said, I wanna give you more, but my bucket list is longer than it was a year before so...