Getting Back to...Playing Em...ha(Anotha One Of Those)
Anotha One...No Direction...Keyed in A lil While ago while slightly tipsy...but
I rock tracks with Pad locks//
StiG-dropz-catz-with-slop-raps, sip-hot-wax, to spit-hott-tracks! That's more COMPACT then Caps Lock!//
Ummm, Im Ku-Ku// dropping the cleanest do-do, in two scoops// I Embarrass, like you in a classroom/ and the teacher ask you/, Whats the meaning of FUBU?//(well, ask me, haha)
Im # 1 like Solo// holdin' verbal 4-4's to ya POLO//
You Fly niggaz bout to get ya value Jet Crossed like MOTO//...Yoo-Hoo!?//
son, check it, my style will Neva Fade//
I catch wreck like the Everglades//
Got a Full Clip; One of the Best yet; and the Illest Eva Made// I...
Skillfully speak, and seek to subtract you slanderous salamanders// by severing surfaces/ with my sovereign services/ from the South Pole to Santa Ana//
Terrorizing wit tactics// ya timid timing tells TiG you tactless// ya tribulation is on my task-list// delivering tremendous trauma when I tap-wits//
Interjecting intelligence in-places with in-depth incompetence//
When I inter-sections I injure-reckless in-hopes to be impeding-continents!//
My innovation is immaculate, immersed in idolatry//
In-comparison to idiots? Ingenious is what I-gotta-be//
Grasped greatness!// and I gash gap-in' wholes in ya cavity// grammatical great-mint(fresh) with galactical statements, and got-hops, minus the gravity//
I been chewing heads for so long, I should be lacking teeth//
If you don't wanna test death/ ya best bet/ is to Practice Peace// ...or Mask the beast// deep within, cuz you know I be crashing fleets!//
When I flow/ so hold on to the soap/ cuz its trouble if ya Ass in reach// ill bash and beat you to the mainstream, til you claim Bling, then smack B.G. with his own wack C.D.// yo...just axe MG//
If i the moderate the sickness//
I open up portals of torture to you mortals, til the pain wouldn't let you tolerate a sentence!//
When my shit falls/ it pounds floors, to sound wars with Big Dogs/ and they Stomp with Me!//
I astound boards to win Grammy's at speeds of Mach 4...you remain a Nominee!//
Im stopping beef, with you artificial anomalies//
I bring fire and brimstone/ I said hire a Flintstones/
But Still, you couldn't Rock wit me//
If the pursuit of perfection is Neur-Otic//
Im undoubtedly, Psychotic/ I once had dry eye sockets/
Then dropped some Triple Vision Visine to cure optics//
I don't know why wack poets continue to waste sonnets//
My face vomit// hearing who illest, when Im ill enough to brake my ankles and race sonic//(Seee-Gaaa)
Or taste rocket// fuel, with a bad case of gas// in a volcanic active place of ash, spraying flames in haste to make a blast!//
If you come to battle, do a StiG search, might save ya ass//
But if not, consider our first meeting, errr rather, mistake, ya last//
Whoa...That was kinda long...My bad yall...I know yall hate scrolling...anywayz...Quick thought thingy...and, as usual...
!Peace to The Board!
No Doubt...Keep Blazing it Yall...
~Second City Sunz~
p.s. - My bad to the heads I thought could still get in...the brackets and everything were set up already...out of my handz...but anywayz...Stay Up yall...NO Doubt...Spread Love...hip-hop...
That was of the hook, rough!! insane, left me with head pains cause membranes within my brains shook up.... ha ha Yeah we could definitely hook up... I'll give your email a look up.. kinda long but it was worth the time it took up...
tipsy...and you raced sonic....?!...to ill...keep bringin' it...stiggy...lol...one cousin
dope ish dog........you bringin' next level ish on the regular
IIght..set up the perfect situation for illness to spread and infect my membranes..this was dope though..lolol
I'm feeling this...tight Stig...you always give love and drop dope ish....thats the sweetest combination...a mad cool sun..no doubt...Peace and Love and take care, I"m leaving and you will definitely be missed..love ya kiddo
Peace Naiea...who says Goddesses can't get upset...
Well hello there the demonic plague.
This was definately a nice post, too many quotables. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT this was what stood out for me: I open up portals of torture to you mortals, til the pain wouldn't let you tolerate a sentence!//
tight tight. Why don't you hit me up with a verse???????????? click the little email icon. Peace sweets. <3, Krystal
And I'm supposed to take this kid in round 1...
We'll see, cuz believe you me I got somethin' for that @ss stiggy
The Tide is Coming...
stigkness yall.. pure stigkness ya
Maybe you should be tipsy a little more often...HA...anyways, you definitely illin' out on this, stig...
"...death to the ILLUMINATIon...I keep hope a lie 'cuz it's over for you!"
enjoyed it thoroughly as usual Stigmata.
keep em coming like multiple orgasms.
Grinna aka Tha Smyle Cracker.
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I was feelinbg this al lthe way through.. alot was funny as well. and made sense that good i liked it alot..
Yo peep my post under this a way it pretty tight freestyle. aiight son?
keep it real playboy.