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At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot looking for shade
I rearrange your ribcage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the Indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than running back
Stunning man with brave and cunning raps
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flipping like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analogue tapes to digital DATs
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryna diss back
If niggas keep telling you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Till I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringing the wrong raps to combat
Like bringing a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggas is wack, rapping over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brassiere to Nasty Nas here
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear
 
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggas
Twin towers here to ruin niggas
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
Or Osama bombin' shit

We slay niggas wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hula hoop barb wire
Run through hell with gasoline draws on
You can't mute me put the pause on
My guns shoot like fast-forward's on
And dress cute when the war's off
What you doing dawg, you playing wit it
You make your bed right you laying in it
You keep your shed tight you stayin' in it
You bringing niggas where your kids sleep
I sing to niggas while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka
I hope you high muthafucka
Ready to die muthafucka
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets

Beanie Sigel - Its On
 
And when I was five my favorite movie was the Gremlins
Ain't got shit to do with this but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and a little intervention
And them birds don't fly without my permission
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons
See my World is Different, like Dwayne Wayne
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang


Live from the 504
It's Mr. Crazy Flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
Even if it ain't sunny I glow
If it ain't about money I go –
Nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor
Money controls where I go
It is the sail to my boat
And it's going down,
It's going down like there's a whale in the boat


See it's me, Roney, and Terry
And my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum, just call it fruit punch
I'm an old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers, you're just new lunch
Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes
A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
In the middle of the war, where my enemy at?
I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back
'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?"
Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back
Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that
I walked right in hip hop, like "Where my dinner be at?"
I ate that, and I was like "Where my dinner be at?"

I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back
Got two bitches in my pants, quiet, neither them that
A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that
Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that
And to the kids – Drugs kill, I'm acknowledging that
But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that


Might just drop the entire Drought 3......
 
Open up ya mind, hope it's not confined
If you look in mine, what you will find
Where I'm at, we measure time in light
Light years.. give you some insight
Even tho I'm right here, I'm in flight
Outta mind, but in sight

- BRIAN B.
 
showed my ass on this lol



Bitch it's me BRIAN B. roll one
rest in peace Pimp C, smoke sumn bitch
Whatcha kno about it, go & turn it up
Gotta pound down to a gram ion give a damn
My nigga, gon & burn it up
You already kno, professional, won't let it go
Need my greens like vegetables
I'm talkin bout spinach, cabbage, broccoli & collards
Not that babbage, above up average, I must have it
Got damn, what was the name of that last shit?
Ion kno but it was smokin
California chronic, might be from Oakland
Or somewhere up in Humboldt county
Grown proudly, w/ love & care
Then mailed to Tennessee, put it in the air
Literally & figuratively, I love this shit
Maybe it's jus me, myself & I need no help
Cuz I can smoke a whole zone to the dome, no lie
As time goes by, the smoke accumulates
This that shit that helps ya thru the day
Move away from negative vibes
You can tell in my eyes
& by the smell that I'm high
No need to hide, out in the open w/ it
Hell yea I kno where to go & get it
But fuck that, need to grow that shit, ya dig it

Makes more sense in the long run
Save a ton & harvest one
When it's all said & done
Smoke in my lungs is all I want

Don't matter if it's a blunt or a joint
Pack a bowl, I mean shid you get the point
 


Like sulfuric acid I'm lethal, soon as my words reach you
They eat through brains of those that chose to speak to
A wiser and smoother, keep up or I lose you
When I manuver words when I'm heard I confuse you, bruise you
I'm high potent, devoting much time into one rhyme
Every line of mine is worth quoting

I'm like a college dorm, people will swarm
For knowledge, applicants chill out and fill out a form
I know I'm the best MC, no one can mess with me
I'm a recipe, diss the P and you're history
Percee P's the man to praise
For day's after a phrase is said I'll leave your head phased
No one can surpass the P, get on before or after me
That can be a catastrophe

Brains I kill, when I build
With my skill, in my field cause I'm ideal
Foes I decompose from nose to toes
I will dispose of all of those that chose to go to my shows
You gotta hand it to me, you know I'm uno, a sumo
Doing Judo couldn't do no damage to me
I stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up, I ate up yours
Sprayed up yours, cause get laid up
Thinking I'm a make it big, you rap fans know that
Preparing to hear rap, and you snap your Kodak
Diss me, the P? That'll be suicide
You no frills with no skills, I'll just put you aside
Rappers are skinned in battles and winning them from within them
Befriend them, before I beat them I greet them then eat them, then send them
Now go and hide, my lyrics coincide
And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside
The Giant, you got something to say?

Percee P from Lord Finesse's "Yes You May"
 
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Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me
But the trunk Pac-10 so I never played collegiately
BIG 12-gauge to WAC a nigga in the SEC
And that's a second, my mind's a MAC-11
I might not hit nothing but y'all know that I was present
See me and a bear in the woods then help the bear then
Huh, my life is Leonardo in The Revenant
Listenin' to lead playin', I ain't talkin' Zeppelin
Boston George before we got the blow, I'm out here Johnny Depp'n

:clawd2:

 
This bar wasnt clever but at certain time in my life I related to this line.


"didnt come for the money. we come for your life"

PLIES
 
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It was a crooked i line
I can't remember it but it was fucking mean.

Something about a cross burning or some shit
 
Imma stick to 2019 barz

"Pistol grips get to squeezin,
Wish a nigga would like Liam Neisen"

-lute

"I'll still get the digits even if she on her cycle,
Take some hot head like Michael"
-devin
 
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