#1
I stand my ground lyrically bound,
To a mic on my right arm aimin 2 impound,
Then next brotha that wishes ta speed bye,
Wavin' fake gang signs like he simply wavin' hi,
It makes me sick that all these wannabes wanna try,
To testify, I DENY!
Access to my tireless trainin',
As I work on the stage, style drainin',
All the methodical fools frontin' tools,
Screamin' they lay the law make the rules,
Yet they need mad PRACTICE!
TRACK THIS!
I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry sage,
Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz to turn the page,
You lock me in the cage, I JUST BUST YA GAUGE!
I've been work since the age of a juvenile,
Kickin' continuous hotbeats and phat style,
YET YOUR IN THIEF DENIAL!
Walkin' tall yet stolen profile,
And now your in Hell's court, time for the trial,
Your turn to be tested and bested,
Like I was before I rested,
And took on the brothaz on the current rap scene,
Kickin' madd whackness yet clockin' madd green,
I'VE COME TO REIGN SUPREME!!!
Bring forth my lyrical dream team,
DIVINE, MURDA, AND SCHEME!!
So don't forget to avoid the blink,
Stand wide-eyed and think,
Cause my gat reacts faster than your bat,
When its all over,
People will stand above and ask, who was that?
The insane mic rocka,
The fake bitch stalka.
#2
Transpotting, lyrical unstopping
blood clotting
Decay your soul, flesh still rotting
shit is and deranged
erie as it get
so high, shit label me lit
cotton mouth, foamy spit
get up and get out
altoid as i freshen mouth
you ain't got shit to talk about
keep your ass down
lay on the ground
police helocopt the skys without no trace of the sounds
I've had my ups and downs
I'm bound to succeed
Arteries unbelievable immortal never bleed
nuclear power,devour my senses
I'm a nucense taken advive from my relentless
Killing,claiming a witness
nemisis never get the best of me
Shit i be labled on the top of your family tree
Family flee, no green card in hand
Came first class to the U.S. and was banned
Lend a helping hand. or take a stand
I got my own click, It's my clan
Stick George and Abraham
into my pocket
12,000 volts,electric socket
I vibrate faster than pocket rocket
#3
I'm gonna destroy the earth's surface with fire from the sun
and make all of hell and earth combine as one
you were never raw
and if you wanna develop a war
i'm summoning demons to settle the score
forget proctecting ya neck and ya jaw
guard ya soul cuz i'm sending ya to hell head first in the floor
i control mics telekenetically
possessing my enemies using telepathy
and drain them of their inner chi energy
U barelly move the crowd when you shoot out a verse
I spit a and make fire and brimstone spew out the earth
a raging freak of nature
I'll choke you till you have breathing failure
then send you to meet your maker
a demon slayer and spiritual legionnaire
defeating evil by depleting evil's air
you don't want me in a fighting rage
cuz if you in my sights and range
I'm slamming into the spot you standing hard enough to send the planet back to the ice age
you are of what mice are made
your rhymes are plain
like seeing blue lines across white page
my lyrical format is raw rap
yours is wack, what you call that
I'll leave you stomped up like door mat
crushed and dirty
you cant touch or hurt me
I never spare anyone fu** mercy
I'm trying to keep a low profile fu** props
making you punks duck down with a sawed off buckshot
bite my rhymes and I'll pry ya k9s out with a pliers
and set ya fire to ya fly attire
till I fry ya
the critically acclaimed, lyrically insane master of ceremonies
my rhymes will posses you so never clone me
if you wack and playing with the mic
you playing with ya life
you'll probably end cut up and laying in ice
yo a crazy mutha fuka strate out the caribbean
prepare for the 145 tearing ya out the frame for the millenium
#4
yo i kick flows and rip shows
straight dis hoes, yeah bitch knows
talk shit bro and get ya wrist slit slow
and six ribs broke
i'm on some insane deranged shit
my brains size allows me to shape shift
like the black suited sentinels from the matrix
if i battle you don't meet ya death fake or stage it
cuz if you still got ya life i'm hunting you down to take it
my lyrics upset ya stomach like ulcers
i'm slapping you till you see planets fuck stars
i'm the type that be clutching a knife and foams at the mouth
fucking ya wife while she alone at ya house
i'm leaving punks in wheelchairs
i'll scare you till you feel fear
so tremendous ya eyes will bleed tears
and scream and screech till you need air
i hit niggas constantly like enter on ya keyboard
and blow spots up like 400 pounds of C-4
i dont wunt none of you punks cloning this
cuz i'm claiming more lives than a drunk motorist
i sack rappers like line backers for the packers
and snap they backs like gram crackers
and grasp the world in my hands like atlas
and i'll smash the whole map up
and give these insolent fools wut the fuck they asked for
forget a body cast try a body bag
if u wanna brag
i'm a pump the shooty fast
aim at ya frame and drop ya ass
#5
I been through many a battle
filled with scratches and gashes
when I start to flame, my brain
reduces you to cinders and ashes
light flashes
and smoke rises higher
and like the Hot Boys and NBA JAM
I got the DJ screamin that "He's on fire!"
I'm not warm, and **ck Hot
I'm leavin' ice on stage
I don't burn it, instead I freeze
when I go into a rage
wisdom remains in my mind
like that of a wise old sage
I'll still be rippin' it
when I'm kickin' it
at a wise old age
like how I Enter the Dragon
while I'm stylin' and saggin'
braggin'
(much love to b-boys.com, for showin' rappers, breakin' and taggin')
haters are stallin' and laggin'
And I be screamin' out, "I don't know you!"
shootin' power out my fingers
like my name was Goku
oh you
know that rivals trip over things they have to go through
when I make 'em commit hari-kari (suicide)
and say sorry
while I hit the red button rapid-fire
like I'm playin' on an Atari
Centipede
all y'all illiterate motha**ckas,
READ!
or you can watch me proceed
to give you what you need
and I make your eardrums bleed
with sonic booms cause
I break sound barriers with godspeed
like Guile, and all the while
grabbin' dollars with greed
I spread my words like I'm spreadin' my seed
doin' the dirty deed
like I was drinkin, baby, Doin' the Dew
Punchin' like Apollo Creed
oh, who knew it was you?
I bust irregular patterns like MNM
and clone the styles of others
while I continue to disassemble them
If I'm a mother**cker, have I **cked your mother?
now
my veins are enlarged
while I slaughter beef like Mad cow(way overused)
screamed at 'em and charged
"like" is all I seem to say
but that's cause I live in an ice cream castle like Morris Day
slicin' fools like OJ
Holdin' the mic till my wrists turn limp just like I was gay
flowers and sunny like May
making you darken and get shady like you went from white to gray
like a little kid who can't wait to get outside and play
with girls filled with silicon like
the California Bay
And you relax when I act like your shit is okay
but then I put a hunch in your back like I was diggin' away
makin' a grave while you startin' to pray
hard like a saint who really can't wait to hear what God has to say
like a deadbeat that don't wanna pay
like a sheep that went astray
Slicin' through skin like a laser ray
people followin' me like I was a beacon
guiding the way
like my name was Ice Cube
screamin' out YAY-YAY!
Like a guy with a pregnant girl, knowin' he don't wanna stay
I leave marks on your face just like my name was Mary Kay
much to your dismay
whenever I put on a display
pullin' knives and spinnin' silver blades that's Ginsu
Whippin' much *ss like I'm a full member of the Ginyu
explain me?
you can't even begin to
see what I'm into
is battling you
and power bombing you
and then I pin you
and spin you
girls, you know I wanna get in you
the steamin' demon
who's screamin'
and seems to be creamin'
mutha**ckas with a weakness of
dreamin' that I wasn't so supreme n'
streamin'
like audio on the net
beamin'
on a strong signal
seein' that y'all ain't ready yet
blowin' up like an enveloped bomb in the mail
while I repeatedly smack you in the mouth
and make you whimper and wail
incredibly shrinkin' MCs down to miniature scale
fools die off when they try to follow me like Oregon trail
retelling an ancient tale
pull out a dusty *ss book
I grip the mic and it starts to rain and hail
your mom will cry about the life I took
search for my flow like the search for the Holy Grail
like Monty Python
and ni**as scream while I
get my laser sight on
and my write on
with my light on
the tight song
is right on
point
while I continue to annoint
and tearin' up the whole joint
while other fools just smokin'
you need to realize
that although I play around
Nemesis ain't jokin'
and when we battle I make you start chokin'
on every sentence
when I come through your city and welcome all challengers
ni**as fall on their knees with all repentance
I run marathon freestyles like
the Bay to Breakers
and you see my face on boxes
like I was one of the Quakers
who the **ck do you think I am
after a battle
I'll have you screamin' out uncle and auntie and grandma
and yes sir and yes ma'am
onlookers screamin' out "Damn!"
got problems?
we can solve 'em, man
while I'm exposing you just like my **ckin' name was Candid Cam
I'm rough enough to where I can sand paper with my vocal chords
but invincible enough to where I can wipe my *ss with samurai swords
snappin' the thickest of boards
with my telekenetics
that's where I hold the universe
I got you fools sweatin' heavy
like I was calisthenics
and you get hit with shards of shrapnel
when I make my iron quotes burst
and disperse
you get worse
with verse upon verse
and at the end of a battle you'll have to have me call for a nurse
and driven off in a hearse
when they find out that they're facing me
emcees wanna to curse
I sling you around with one arm like a purse
but of course you realize that I have to deconstruct you first
and
ni**as know I'm supreme
but I'm not a supremacist,
stretching on and on like Dhalsim
and charming to feminists
screamin' "YOGA FIRE!"
like the last time I made a reference to Street Fighter
I don't really give a damn
cause I don't know who to give it to
but you know if you really want it then I'll give it to you
while I represent the Unknown, my old crew
fools wanted to grope when the pope dropped the soap
they zoomed in with a sniper scope and
made a noose for me out of a hemp rope
but lit it up and it made an increase in my temp, hope
that you can believe that this is only a fraction of what I send
when I have you rising up so fast that you get sick from the bends
I make speeches so superflous you have to commend
my style is highly noted and I simply must recommend
take my advice and run for cover
The beginning -the end
#6
I made you able to see me on cable and pay per view
To watch me beat on your family and neighbors in place of you
And I'm capable of stapling a staple straight through your navel
Until it latches onto your urinary tract and your peeing's painful
I don't hate you I just wanna take you and scrape you off my plate fool
In jail you was a fish a straight bitch that's why they raped you
And layed you on a table ass spread they duct taped you
And made you be unfaithful to that bitch and gave you aids too
If they ask around be sure to tell them it was MC MIKE who ate you
Who placed you in a grave you couldn't climb out of couldn't escape too
Many fake new greats who come up out their face to get laced who
Get traced body misplaced you should have learned from mistakes you
Ain't too great to be proven fake you foolish child I'll disgrace you
I never was too playful always kept a face to break you
You wish you could write a rhyme or even a line that was this tasteful
I'll take you face to face too keep a ace in the waist to waste you
Encase you in a case to display you and name you my latest plateful
This ain't bull the picture I paint you is MAXIMUSMERCILESS the hateful
Some pussy I know who hates to have shit spit back into his face too
I'm that venomous cat who rocks his denim and black in case I have to chase you
Lure you into the shadows bitch want to battle I battle for labels
I battle for babies in cradles JAYONE should be crazy afraid too
JAYONE I'm aiming for you and your friends and I ain't aiming to graze you
#7
Name is MC MIKE I’m faster than Sonic
Scientists cant predict when I erupt its just ironic
Spit'n when I wanna get you high like marijuana and any other chronic
Vacuum cleaner suck'n reactions fatal attractions
Action figure wit light'n quick reflexes hot spit'n action
In third gear I bring fear
90 words per minute transferring wack nigga's to mental clinics
Let me finish burning everlasting inferno
Channel 9 news another site lit up in flames who to blame MC MIKE the live and living volcano
18 years old 6 year pro
Mic check shit I burnt the wire
Hands on fire mic melted puddle a plastic
Strick... self-discipline
Spin cycle lyrical disciple
One freestyle at a time one 3rd degree rhyme at a time
17 bars of fires wit the rest of my life to incline
#8
yo
Venomous rap verses burst shit/
wit highly sharpened curses/
my tongue spit flows at speed that allow me to hydroplane on a dry surface/
the verbalist/
taking over the earth wit merciless rhymes/
possessing the strength to run forty miles an hour in water up to my waistline/
you don't want none of mine/
my rhymes are the type to leave you overcooked/
wit a body temperature high enough to walk through a active volcano barefoot/
I'm as hot as it gets/
brain organs that move faster than engines in jets/
so ahead of my time I can think back on something that ain't even happened yet/
when im on the mic/
yall cats ain't ready for me even if you collaborate/
yall say yall iller than me, you must be the type to exaggerate/
my verbal eclipse/
leaves the entire solar system frozen stiff/
when my cold flow hits space and causes the sun's glow not to emit/
you wanna battle MC MIKE?, you'd better shut up/
you'd better be fuckin quiet/
I'll tie you down in the middle of the street and incite a nationwide riot/
God Dammit/
I use my bare hands as a tool to break granite/
punch you through the head, and use my arm as a slingshot to throw across the planet/
I'm candid/
to make you breathe out, then sew up ya nose and lips/
and then throw you in a swimming pool and put a metal cover over the top of it/
torturous flows/
scorch those who oppose/
leaving you cats disposed/
you'll catch a massive electrical shockwave when MC MIKE starts his flows/
fuckin punks/
I leave yall in silence like a dedicated monk/
then pull lines out with strength of the undertow when the titanic sunk/
a powerful poet/ I be splittin em' seas like Moses/
wit a rhyme structure so tight it's feared by all claustrophobics.....
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