Salutations,
Rappaz and all those that think they got rimez, are illustratin',
style bland got no illumination, pure misreprentation'- to the art and name Emcee, 100% discreditation,"
y'all need to spend some more time even in your own minds in preparation,
how bout some pallati's, yoga, or meditation,
some malignant form of deep relaxation,
figment of corn, biohybrid porn experimentation,
mad bitches read your post but couldn't even feel your penetrations, another thing most of y'all up in this club- only got 1 liner participations, does that mean, your emcee skills are like nillz or just in hybernation?
Wheres your continuation, your movements are already antipated as being within no configuration, you speak, but did I even give you authorization?
all these dogs foaming at the mouth, betta get thefuk out or come out wit some rimes, or some supercharged large vaccination,
and whats these rappaz asphyxxiation, my minds like turbo, left y'all in the borough, when i surpassed the sonic barrier in acceleration,
you need some other form or method of transportation,
or a new mind and enlighted projection of optimism within your own delivery of communication
rip out your vocal chords, so you could send waveforms in oscillation, to that vocoder strapped to your neck, wait, i could use it for effects, i think its time for some laceration,
while I got bitches all masterbatin', fingers all stinky wit ejaculation,
got gothic dominatrix's flagellatin' rubbin their clits down in tha basement, leave emcee's bloody like a hormonal 14 year old girls first fullblown menstruation, break out the lubrication, emcees dont know tha 4-1-1, they still spun digesting information, blow up mo spots than dalmations, watch this club start detonatin', the only mad kats this club has is for saving on game stations,
but still 1 luv to da whole nation, y'all come and post some rimez if y'all think you can step to mine at tha foundation, thats right I'm that caucasion, got headz bobbin their headz all lined up in formation, destroy any emcee -any location,
we know u rappers bite, you'll need them fukin' teeth, Chief,.. for when its time for your own bodies identification..
wheres y'all retalitation? 4 real kids, i'm waitin', for you to prove my point, y'all need to bring your rimestyle up to date at least into some form of modernization, you can do what ever , even try disqualification, on what grounds, wit what justification?
Whoever wins any lyrical joust in anyclub, if its other than my name its pure and simply just impersonation...'
acid rain precipitation, falls on the ghetto's,
i ripped from professional New York rappers to backstabbers in New Haven,
Emcee's this is your last notification, these carnal words of manipulation, are for real, no imagination,
lyrical eradication, of all these emcee's stagnatin like drunkboxers intoxication, from reading this visual stimulation, I hope it causes impregnation in minds like egg transplants and invivo injected fertilization,
rappaz broke off from progression, take words they think they heard, but they dont even know the ennunciation, I often wonder why do i feel the obligation, to school emcee's like its my occupation, left too many headz in the lands of obfuscation, let me stop this rime, obviously its too intense, like mutilation, continuity and innovation, you need some heavier gunz to battle me, just to bring forth a minut amount of intimidation,
maybe the next generation will have more pull on my gravitation, bring your headz back to earth rappaz, stop your levitation, drop your elevation, this aint no starship federation, deep space 9 exploration,
i know thats your fascination,
phasers beam your ass into disintergration,
rappaz are bout to explode they talk too much shit wit minds full of constipation...
yo kidz i'm waitin'...
im just playin'
Lazlow
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