Spit some bars

[THe TRiNiTY]

My elite brain, brings pain to these weak lames//
That seek fame before skill is achieved, gained, so peep game//
You ain't hot, you don't speak flames//
Unsigned for life, no labels call, you got as many rings as Queen James//
So keep it real, **** all the fake and phony//
You get pinched, you Soprano to the pigs, you just playin' Tony//
You way below me, no way to clone me, a rare type//
While you mother****ers are overrated like Air Nikes//
Unabashed, unafraid, whether gun or blade, never run away//
Leave you bums ashamed, can't take the heat, run to shade//
You run in place, while I run the 40 in under 4//
You can barely take a stab in the dark, when I've swung a sword//
The son of war, murder birthed me, serpents cursed me//
Need a sacrifice to whet their appetites, not a person's worthy//
It's certain you're the type to stay confined to a box//
While I'm the realest **** you'll hear this side of the LOX//

[Mr. Philadel]

dam...this thread STILL in rotation ....props to ALL the spitters in here....and BOOOOOO to the critics in here LOL...I'm gonna bless it again...dont worry

[Unknown Champ]

the repercussions of me cussin and eruptin and startin shiiit in public//
will have people discussin why they should seperate him from his brothers and cuzins//
cuz he and cuzins behave similiar 2 a filthy dirty dozen of missle dats skuzzits//
so suck it, pardon while i yak this yak in this bucket//
lost everything including my car so i gotta truck it//
dont listen to me ima just ima just buzzzin//
bam at da buzzard//
In an asian accent "i feel sorry for your mutha mutha fukin motha"//



Read it fast and make it ryhme. That was fun

[THe TRiNiTY]

Psychotic, I'm prodded by constant antagonists, a by-product//
Of anger and pain, emotions up and down like hydraulics//
Want to call it the quits, ball my fists and move on, move on//
But chosen a proven method isn't somethin' I'm able to improve on//
Who's on my case? It's easier if I'm tellin' you who isn't//
The truth is it's proven unusually difficult to get through this ****//
I'm losin' it, the proof is this, spewin' writtens can smooth my mood a bit//
But, none of this newest **** is doin' it//
I exude a mood of truthfully useless ****, pretending to feel exuberance//
But who is this show for, when no one's buyin' into this ****//
Before, I couldn't fathom rappin' and lackin' a passion for it//
Now, I feel half this trash is average, wanna pack in and forfeit//
Feel out of space, trapped in orbit//
Unreliable, like reporters who lack the sources, it's a clash of forces//
Part of me, ardently starts with these lines as if honing my artistry//
While part of me won't take part in these....lines//

[Mr. Philadel]

since pain is the breakin of the shell of understandin'
my pictures more vivid than the **** that you imagine
took the fammine out my man and, never boasted a breeze
cuz concealed noble deeds are the most esteemed
so lets toast to the dreams, like a Jeanie's in the bottle
you say its impossible I'll say it says "I'm possible"
its logical to trust in the truth and the probable
if honor was profitable, we'd all be honorable
I'm a grown ass man, so I spit it accordingly
age was the price that I paid for maturity
and yea.... the lames do annoy me
lames play games that destroy all loyalty
unfortunately, them boys enjoy the shame
its "whatever" wit the pleasure to avoid to the pain
I had to endure distain, like LeBron on the road
but I'm blind to the hinderers, eyes on the goal

[-The Glove-]

This HipHop **** is in disarray,
Seems like all of that history and influence, has been pissed away
Instead of revolutionaries, Nobody has **** ta say
It's bull****, *****s talkin' about full clips, When we should be pushing the kids away
From the violence and drug ****, the sex and the thug ****,
Goddamn, I remember when I used to love this,
I think it's time we bring this **** back to it's heyday,
Get back on that conscious tip, instead of lookin' for a quick pay day,
**** the suits, and the media, who gives a **** what they say,
It's time we take back control of our ART,
They pimpin' us, so open your eyes, that's a start!

[D-MiZe]

Turn your vest into a polka dot, ain't no doper shot,
I shot dope like the rope got hot, I drop heavy,
Pop flames when I hit that Chevy, best be ready,
My aim real steady, I don't let shit slip,
Slap motherfuckers with the .45 clip,

You want a top tip?
You motherfuckers are backwards like hop hip,
My shit bang while yours skip, boy, don't be trippin,
I'm straight rippin, I'm ahead of you and you're quittin,
Burnt you out and all that remains is your ashes,
Rappers who fuck with me, their stock crashes.


Just some funny shit.

[Stab Judah]

They say my words are like a bloodbath, I darken the night..
life's written like misery, i often write...
I off and fight with visions of spite
surprise my lies despise
who known
these spies
learn lessons
demise

[Stab Judah]

See me on the news, I got news for ya
walk a world in my shoes,
I got .22's
a zip
lights flash not before I dip
slip into a new form, i'll go green
nah mean
i got me
i got each case, do not plea
**** a flee eyes do not see
do not see
you not see
nazi
ya'll seem
do not dream
red beam took
all get shook
burn the book

[THe TRiNiTY]

My cerebral procedure ends these herbs when these words get fired//
Send ether to weaker MC's, who battle this writer//
I stand in the fire, without breakin' a sweat//
Safe to suspect these rappers are facin' a dangerous threat//
It ain't safe, is it, yet? I'm bring the massacre heavy//
I shatter battler rappers, machete's leave 'em chopped to confetti//
My conscious is deadly, you novices best me minded you're p's and q's//
Or get beat and bruised, ya weaker crews get eatin' through//
Easily defeatin' dudes as weak as you, simply speak the truth//
Ya speech is crude, like the oil we send soldiers to retrieve, you newb//
I'm an oddity, probably locked in these bars psychologically//
But I got the keys to break free, ain't no stoppin' me//
Lyrically, causin' atrocities, catastrophically knockin' down properties//
Constantly bombin' these obviously pompous geeks//
I bomb the streets, fuck the police, their weaponry won't put a dent in me//
Won't render me helpless, fuck who you send at me//
Send police, military infantries get killed with this semblance of similes//
Syllables intended to end the life those who injure me//
A phenom, of astronomical importance//
A force as enormous as the source of human's original coordinates//
A planet of a man, disconnected from his usual orbit//
A planet hot enough to approach the sun and scorch it//
Enforcin' the wrath of Khan as I trek through the stars//
The blood I spill has painted the surface level of Mars//


That.... felt good.