Hut 1, Hut 2, Hut 3, HUT!

Here I go, deep tight flow//
If Ole’ Dirty Bastard can do it, then so can I//
But my styles a bit cleaner a fact you can’t deny//
Don’t know why you would, in fact, you must imply//
That I… umm, well… lets see, maybe//
A family man I am, so why don’t we have a baby//
Yeah, that’d be nice – you could be my lady//
A together-forever-family now does that sound crazy?//
Love can be hazing and dazing//
When I shower you with flowers of bromeliads, tulips and daises//
(remember) Carnations are sent when you feel like being caring//
But roses are sent when you feel like being daring//
Preparing, be as it be, in fact it’s gambling//
So caught up in my ramblings now STOP!//
… I’m raving and ranting, damn, can’t you see that I’m panting?//
But I like being breathless from being romancing//
Look at my eyes, they know how to romanticize//
And its got nothing to do with my hips between your thighs//
So why? Even though I am a guy//
Would I say such a thing and run off and lie//
I’m not a Walkaway Joe and Trisha Yearwood oughta know//
She be runnin off to Garth while he be runnin to a Rodeo//
And I am SO like a Black Eyed Pea that wants knows//
Where is the love and where did it go//
But I suppose that this is, rather, the way that love is//
When all I really want is my WIFE! And couple of kids//
And a house, where we can live//
Own my cars, boat and bike and own my own biz//
But that’s it – I promise – I’ll keep it legit//
CTR till I die and see the throne where He sits//
Mean time, I’ll rock a mic with my crazy mad wits//
And kick back into my mind where originality sits//

Disrespect

What is disrespect//
Is it twisting necks//
Broken Tape Decks//
Unprotected sex//
With a crotch that’s suspect//
How ’bout a stacked deck//
Or a drunken car wreck//
A botched student project//
Cuz one out of four says, ”oh what the heck”//
A shady business project//
When people you respect//
Make your jaw hit the deck//
I confess I got perplexed//
When Kanye stumbles on set//
Takes the mic and interjects//
As Swift holds the gold, says,//
“Beyonce was the best”//
That shit is messed//

Kanye Fail

I remember back when – notepad, black pen//
I’d bump your beats and write a rhyme but that was back then//
We’ve watched you change – now its 99 plus 10//
Albums dropped, an album flopped and now you’ve gone and lost a fan//
Saw you live with the Roots Crew – show was money//
Kept hoping Jamie Foxx would pop out and sing ‘She take my money’//
In basements with hoodies and candles lit we’d spit it out//
Now you’re exactly what I expect from a ‘College Dropout’//
So dude, what’s up with you and the VMA’s//
Producing hits like ‘Jesus Walks’ don’t mean that you can act this way//
You’re the authority on what’s the greatest of all time?//
Lets talk Michael Jackson (RIP) Beyonce, get in line//
And Taylor Swift too but that’s what the fans were talkin//
But uh-uh. No way. Not when Kanye’s watchin//
Cause when Mr. West is in the buildin and other artist are on stage//
You saw what happened… Kanye you’re ****in gay//

5 word challenge II: delirium, kesmit, nadir, alfresco, parse

sell my soul to the devil? i think not//
cool for Chris Angel, but for me – i knock//
drink a Coke and harmonize with that guy that speaks rock//
“live long and prosper.” who said it? forgot//
in my line of work i sell myself like a whore//
instead of my body – my products – all done at your door//
i say, “relax yourself and let your conscience be free.“//
you don’t know who i am but you know G.E.//
and you know they make stuff in all shapes and sizes//
i don’t sell the shit – give it away like prizes//
and what we’re doin today for just a few houses//
is setting up a few systems for the wives, kids & spouses//
we pay for the equipment & install; all from the get go//
all we ask you is that you keep our sign alfresco//
and please don’t broadcast that we paid for your system//
and keep it connected so when they break-in: we catch ‘em//
“so if you’ll do these 3 things, we’ll pay for the rest.”//
i stand there proudly and stick out my chest//
but because i’m at your door – it makes you high & mighty//
and now this newlywed college kid is the nadir of society//
some scoff, some spit – others slam the door in my face//
some politely tell me to get the f*#! off their place//
why can’t we act like two grown intellectuals?//
since when did ringing someone’s door become disrespectful?//
you’d be surprised how a complete stranger could fill you with hate//
how in seconds you’re wishing their mom would get raped//
that their house would burn down with their kids inside//
i’m trying to give you a system that prevents the things i described//
for free. but your you’re a bitch and i hope you die//
blind ignorance is your kesmit – you can’t deny//
i’m not trying to sell you fake gold and shit//
i literally cannot be more parse with my pitch//
maybe its not you and maybe it is me//
nothing that is tangible but things internally//
and if i could change those things and never again fear ‘em//
then i would no longer be stuck in this delirium//

5 Word Challenge: Delirium, Kesmit, Nadir, Alfresco, Parse

Workin all summer in the hot summer sun//
It could be so much funner, its a bummer it ain’t done//
Spit flows like a gun, and the full clip, my tongue//
I put fear in ‘em like a serum, parse they thoughts, no avail, its delirium//

Kid stepped to me and i messed up his step //
Silver tongue change your kismet//
Put my shoe up the but and now he’s got  jump his step// 
So ill i spit to kill and then i resurrect his set//

Ya come back weird, now ya steer queer//
Some many dudes like ya, peolpe call ya John Deer// 
Staring up at their nadir like “Here Here” to derriere//
The end of work so near, i need to get out of here//

I know, lets go to Fresno and have dinner alfresco//
We’ll test flows on lesbo’s till they nose swings low//
mouths like a cheerio, ready to huff puff and blow//

They blouse down when they bow down//
 Like what peeps do when we step in a room.

5 Word Challenge: Delirium, Kismet, Nadir, Alfresco, Parse

delirium…while spittin at the aquarium//
jump in the water, cool off, cuz i’m the hottest son//
and not the hottest sun, you know thats just an imitator//
it’s been my kismet for life, to silence all you haters//
what’s all this business about ‘Jockin Jay-Z’//
seems all these Brutus’ forgot about me//
relax, yes times are hard and it’s nadir my dear//
but chill out for a sec let me put back your hair//
my bad…must keep it clean like i am windex man//
you hot…i’ll cool you up like i’m a ceiling fan//
Rapnerds, we’re definition like mos and talib//
interior and alfresco, you can’t ride with us kid//
so go ahead and parse, you will not find a mistake//
i’m cookin up verbal perfection like i’ve got an easy bake//
hold up, Rapnerds are back, on top, the floor we wipe//
with you, you little poser, till death we fight the hype//

5 word challenge II: delirium, alfresco, parse, kismet, nadir

the situation is this: we at a bar called delirium//
hittin’ on chicks,  i can’t miss and i’m fearin’-none//
i’m feelin’-one girl in particular and here-she-comes//
hearin-fun jams as we kiss and it’s clear-she-want//
mic-c.  I like-she and she likes-me//
this might-be kismet and it’s get-ting likely//
that we’ll jet to her place and then get nightly//
like a sun-set or keira ’cause we’re-a match that’s right, b!//
she thrill-me until-she starts to spill-the//
beans: “if my boyfriend knew he would kill-me!”//
a chill-creeps down my spine–i can’t stay here!//
she went from zero to 60; i went from zenith to nadir//
just then, a swedish behemoth yells out “HEY QUEER!”//
i hear it and my fearlessness turns to great-fear//
i steer toward the exit but he follows me-there//
“you dare to touch my girl?! i swear you better beware!//
we gonna fight! step outside, let’s-go alfresco!”//
yall already know what happens next, though//
i get decked, yo, dude killed me from the get-go//
my nose breaks like brembo outside the disco//
you could parse this farce, but the message is simple//
don’t go to bars with lars or you’ll get popped like a pimple//

The Dropoff, Part IV

Forth verse comes worst when he rushed in the back with a curse//
Like something from the depths of JK Rowlings purse//
Now peeps lay face up in the back a herse//
Lets head down to the grave yard and give them the dropoff//
They get knocked off, so i could kick my socks off//
I transform mc’s grills like they name is Lockjaw//
Lets leave in some ditches, try’n make our riches//
Turn’em into bitches and send’em home with stitches//
Lets get lean mean and green people call us witches from whicked//

Go on next topic we’ll step up and stick, where’s the beat?         Kick IT!

the dropoff part III

took a vacation from the nation of the killa mc’s
but now i’m back in action workin like my names bumble-bee
transform from mediocre to a form of ecstatic
light up the mic with verbal bullets comin from my automatic
procrastination is the crutch i use to make an excuse
for all the lack of promptly postin might as well give me the noose
i don’t deserve another day to rhyme while i’m in your presence
but at least the 4 of us don’t suck like evanescence
my mind is blank i don’t know why so i will keep this thing short
somebody make up a new challenge but until then i abort

ps…fight the hype…its the new holla fresh

the dropoff, part 2

Here here! I agree let me be the second//
To voice that these dropoffs aren’t steppin//
The levels we can hit and produce on a daily//
Ought to big, fat and driven: like John Daley//

Sometimes I don’t work but still get sales//
Make that cash money so I can pay the bills//
Why? Do my words flood these streets//
Do masses relate or just like beats?//
I don’t like the weeks where I beat my feet//
Knockin doors and still don’t make ends meet//
I don’t bust weak – I just bust your neck//
Damn your respect I just want that check//
And void it out too cause I don’t need no holds//
I’m giving you a medical pendant cause your ass is old//
And because you waste my time causin mad frustration//
You know you’re gonna pay that activation//
And I know in my heart if I waive that shit//
You’ll ask for extra points and I’ma have to pay for it//
I’m a college kid and I just got married//
You’re retired with pension and get social security//
Sign here and here and have a nice day//
And don’t even try to cancel within the first 3 days//