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I call out to the demons to banish these lyrical nightmares

Rehashing a thread with tight vocals to fight these focal glares

Subjected to torture from this meter, I destroy poetic wannabes

Corrupting a style is nothing, bringing it back negates the ease

Traversing the clouds with this verse, being clever is my curse

But alleviating charlatans only causes the level of terse to become worse

Flowing fast like the sands of time, my tongue lashes with every bar

I cause an uproar like Troy, even you can feel from afar

I'll dig your grave in advance to your defeat son, this game is through

10 bars can't be touched by any one hundred that you do

 
i'll take this rap game cut its throat pierce its heart

the murder of ya lyrics i will come and take a part

cut your words with my tongue slice your bars straight in half

i'll spit these f*ckin rhymes but what u rap it makes me laugh

follow me i know the path its long and steep u'll never last

forget your f*ckin gun and forget your f*ckin knife

mortal things i never feel but with words i'll take your life

throw it in ya f*ckin face these words i write you'll never trace

you're falling down below your feet they couldnt keep the pace

 
skilled w/the cut

but never sliced a piece

simply was educated in creating a numbers higher than three

got the best but never stopped

had each one of them dip down low and made it pop

now enough said about her - where's ya mom?

 
plead for ya life, blood on my knife

pull out my nine, now it is time

i'm on the line, now its a crime

beg for your guilt, burden is built

lean on ya back, show u some slack

now for the time, quarter's a dime

sweet as red wine, walk on the line

fall to your death, breath ya last breath...

 
steppin on dem toes

come up the hill w/ a box full of flows

stopped at the light and out came my gansta notes

next thing u know i drove off w/10 hoes

2 weeks lata i got 5 callin my phone

too bad i'm out on a mission tryin to get that one

its no fun to have 10 girls and never get no blow

that's why i'm out on these streets stressin my beat

got the ride rippin up the concrete

plus them highs that got ya earin singin

 
HHI (HipHopInfinity) was a website in the late 90's/early 00's that provided a haven for awful underground rappers. If you've ever heard the term 'nerd rap', you can thank HHI for it. Basically, incredibly unrhythimc, off-beat, acne-infested white teenagers came up with the disturbing notion that they could make rap music. The 'music' was littered with poor FruityLoops beats, big words that made no sense in context and had no place being in bars, a complete lack of direction in terms of song-writing, and no understanding of the concepts of cadence or flow. The reviewers at HHI would hang off the dicks of these 'artists' and effectively brainwash easily influenced, anti-social well-to-do suburban outcasts into believing that the music was actually good.....and not only good, but superior to every other musican in existence. God, words can't describe how much I loathe HHI.

So yeah, it's a bad thing.

 
Do any of them look like this?

doseone.jpg


dosevibepic.jpg


anticon.jpg


These are cats from Anticon, the most popular crew from the nerd rap artfag movement.

 
the guy in the last pic in the top right corner with the fro kinda looks like this one guy except no fro

and the guy in the top left corner with the blue hat looks like another guy...

i dont want to know how you get these pics....

 
ok gauntlet, if u didn't like that one, i got some more for u here.

my rhyming opens eyes and closes the doors to your soul

coal is the color of ur life after i stole it in whole

why must u pretend to be apprehensive of me

i think i just may be able handle it up to a tolerable degree

can you see? i think i just blinded ur 1 eyed vision

i made the decision to give u a lyrical circumcision

cut off the unnecssary and bring beauty marks to these pages

your pride retuns slowly in baby step miniature stages

bloodflow is noticibly droppin i begin to contront you

read over my flows and gimme an analytical review

i excuse you for not paying attention to my talents

do my lines even begin to please ur palate?

i wiped the plate clean with my blinding similies and metaphors

i manufacture my rhymes from a higher level that u could never afford

ur poor, and yet i feel no remorse

i cut off ur funds and pension isn't something that u gain from the peace corps

it seems that i heard ur definition incorrectly

my metaphors flood ur heard but indirectly

i have to press and fold my lines for the people across the land

they disapear from my mouth like a oral sleight of hand

closing time is when we shut doors and close our blinds

my lines fill ur head and expand in time in ur mind

 
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