Diagnosing Rappers With StiGmaTism...
What up yall...Somethin New from me...ain't dun nothin in a while...Maybe Ill...Maybe Not...But, eitha way...
Diagnosing wack rappers with StiGmaTism//
No depth perception/ meaning you cant come close our touch my
Level, ya death is ever-present./
Im getting in that ass like men in Prisons// vexed with vivid visions// been sleep in the game, but rest assured the StiG has Risen!//
I be leaving Many Dead//
By cooling hearts/ with Frigid Writtens./
Creatin more Lipid Friction/ than Million Woman March.../
Sponsored by Jenny Craig!//
Giving you weak 'Headz' more parts, then a Mechanic at a Barber Shop//
Blasting them big gunz, while you letting off roundz like Olympic Starter Shotz!//
They call me the rhymin Picasso, cuz I got more Creations than other Artists Got// and I Make Raps/ with 'worn Break Pads'/ so you could say Im 'Hard to Stop!'//
I start Insane Trends/
Smoking em Out, like Isley's Muffler Do//
My game bends/ the same men/
Thought of as Highly Indestructible//
Im twice the skill...Colder than Sub-Zero, in a Mirror Match//
My effects similar to Liquor, when you get ya Liver Snatched//
Ayo...Real Heads...The Moons out...
But we surrounded by Wolves that's Scared to Howl.//
And don't even think to battle! I'll handicap ya helping verbs and Impair ya Vowels!//
Cuz it seems that they Sentence Departs from Truth Tip//
And besides, I got Less Contenders, than Lennox Parker Lewis!//
Not From D.C., But prone to Monumental Shit//
When I 'Drop' gems on the earth, I cause Platonic, Continental Shifts!//
Artificially Inseminated pages when I get Intimate with the Text//
Do I got Style? Well, Like a 'Drunken Henry Ford', I Invented it to Wreck!//
Ive been sick sense//
my blessed conception/ bringing lyrical lesson's that wreck son/
flow abstract/ attack/ kicking that encrypted diction.//
Matta fact, my stylez often emulated...heard more echoes than Kevin Bacon// For the simple fact my content remain flawless, even got heaven hating!//
My raps flagrant// and when MY hand raises...// even the Illest and against hypocrisy, began to re-tract statements!//
I be hitting niggaz with such a force that they brainz crack the pavement//
And even Alexander, couldn't attack this Greatness//
The Way I manage to damage.//
Im Enhanced with Immaculate Talent//
Practiced practice at what I lacked in to gain higher Status//
Minimized the Mediocre, Banished the Average//
Eradicate Half-Assed, and surpassed the wackness...Soaring over the Madness of held Rap Standard's!//
I mash mentals, with Pens, in a Maniacal Metamorphosis//
Mastering with Mic Devices, administering 'Best Performances'//
My Vocal chords transform, then personify to wreck ya Orifice//
And you couldn't reach My 'Point' of Illness, even if I gave you The Set of Coordinates'!//
My versus Power packed!// I Crush Herbs worthless, Coward Raps//
And Im so ahead of my time...'Everyday' I wake, The clock gets turned an Hour Back!//
I get so Amplified// that it make Q-Tip, get Back wit Tribe//
I swing Mics w/ a loose grip chip tooth's and bruise lips...its Asanide!//
Im on point like timers/ so take heed to the Bles-sed one//
And since they say Greatest is behind us/, then the Best has yet to come...//
Oh well...At least itz my Work...and im proud of it ;)! hah
Peace to My peoplez, them "Late Night Headz in the ChatRoom"
!Peace to the Board!
Keep Doin It...Hip Hop...
~Second City Sunz~
lovin this ish...just simply loving dis ish........you know I'm a gamez head cause I felt this line the most
"Im twice the skill...Colder than Sub-Zero, in a Mirror Match//"
Yo'....whenever we get the chance I'm gonna have to show you why Kung-lao is not to be fukked wit....on any version.......I got combos that be freezin' the system sun...........one
ill shit Stig..I liked that shit there..
is it going on wax by any chance?
Very tight Stig. Lotta very dope wordplay and punchlines, feeling this ish no doubt. Really had a lotta quotable lines. Keep reppin
tight my friend...very nice lines, didn't expect less---keep flowing and progressing
haha.. stigmata comming with madd dope lyric.s dope shit... look slike you learn from ol kgb eh?? sike.. dope though peace
Yo kid that was madd talented.much props to you i liked it!! much love playboy!everyone peep my freestyle verse right below this. madd nice. and tru to!!!!!! word!
First verse was more intricate in thought but the second verse took control with the flow. Both verses were piercin' my ear with the busy tone. Definitely off the hook is what I'm sayin'. Peace
This is solid Stig. No doubt. You rocked it. Peace.
Northside Chicago, IL
Cool, hard flow (if that makes sense) and nice intensity. Plus, I love me a good Chicago accent. (Oh, the mammories!) Well... whatever, kid. Keep doing that thingy thang thang of yours.
(((pEaCe))) ...to anyone just east of Lake Michigan.
"Fuck liberty. Give me death..."
- F l a t l i n e r -
YO, you came off at the end hard as shit. That was nice.
Definately got something to be proud of, many quotables in this one here's one of many,"I Make Raps/with 'worn Break Pads'/ so you could say Im 'Hard to Stop!, ha ha now that's dope and clever right there.
Haven't peeped before, but you got a new fan for sure. Peace to you MC
HG all the way! I thought you knew...........
ill...keep..doing your thing....
from start to begining...
Nice post kid....
Illl no doubt....
How can I be like you....
Tight post kid....
This is ILLY, Stig...no doubt, you must be proud...keep it reppin'...
...death to the ILLUMINATIon...I keep hope a lie 'cuz it's over for you!
i'm twice da skill
colder than sub zerooooooo
in a mirror match
stigmat got da ism
phat rhymes of wisdom
off rhyme caught you offline