Thursday, September 16, 2010

When I am down I resort to rhyme,

it vents shit good pretty much all the time.

Things seem fine, but some people are just one kind.

Never fail to boast what they have, things which I can't find.

Arrogant motherfuckers I call em, so what if they're rich.

I still won't say "Excuse me", I stay with "Step off, Bitch"

Next up I should be moving on,

drop my pen and look forlorn.

But I can't do that I'm same as D12,

I'm a fucking superstar rapper powerhouse.

Look at how they dissed Ja Rule,

8 versus 1, this time it's cool.

So from now I'll be cramping stuff in my head

But right now I'll head to bed.

This my last jam until after EOY

MC Snigger here to wave goodbye.

YYY

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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

All this while my rap shit has given me hope,

right now this'll be my dopest shit that I ever wrote.

Rappin has always been my efficiency,

while you cope with your immunodeficiency.

some people just ain't easy to please,

so imma rap for ya in the language of Chinese.

肏你妈屄， 干你妹，

滚你爸爸，你不配。

Fuck your mother, waste your sis.

Fuck your father, face my fist.

Rap is in my blood and pores.

I grew up with proverbs and metaphors.

Product of daily 5 hours of books.

My vocab's split in all crannies and nooks.

Alive as I've always been,

I don't give a fuck as long as I win.

All along in low vision and unclarity,

its not me, it's my lyrical ability.

I don' give half a shit about things anymore,

I just shove my headphones on and blast Paramore.

For how many fucking times was I kicked to the ground,

I ain't gonna let it happen the second time around.

Don't think I can't spit what I write,

Imma bitch you up right, firm and hard as graphite.

I don't need anyone to take up my responsibility,

I know that I'm fucked, but this is just me.

YYY

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