Revolver Ocelot Explain Yourself

[5 Grand]

I want you to explain to me and everybody on ABW how I am, "the shittiest rapper to ever put pen to pad and have the audacity to record it"


I am going to post my favorite songs and I want you to pick the bars, lines, punchlines and wordplay that supports your statement that I am the "shittiest rapper...."

 

[Qawshun]

This could be good

 

[Chicity]

Good intro

 

[L3NU]

He really trying to sneak promote his album lmao

 

[AP2.5]

Who is the chick in the thumbnails. This is all I care about

 

[WilberDMillz]

 

[Nopeee]

I thought this was a metal gear thread

 

[5 Grand]

@Revolver Ocelot




The Pimp Game

Word up We about to talk about the pimp game

I need a plan to get to heaven before I’m 77
Even if I need to pack a weapon
To get there I’ll fight as fair as the next man
Bullets don’t kill but cause and effect can
Injectin heroin between your toes God knows
Weed smoke in your lungs and coke in your nose
I compose a perfect rhyme about organized crime
In my prime and I’m ready for Showtime
Ready for war hardcore like a whore
At 3:00 in the morning lookin for
A John so she can make a quick transaction
She’s an expert at bringin men to satisfaction
She’s seen more action than troops in Iraq and
Afghanistan layin underneath a man
It’s the world’s oldest profession
And a pimp is the second oldest any questions

(Chorus)

I know the pimp game well I grew up in a brothel
My childhood was just awful
You could have the strongest rap in the world
But you ain’t a pimp unless you getting money from the girl

The first rule of being a hustler never dress bummy
Look like you have money
The second rule is that your word is bond
Remember that and you’ll go far and beyond

If you wanna be a pimp then you gotta get money
She got junk in the trunk figure it out dummy
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I’m a professional and my style is refined
Now bear in mind I’m inclined to get violent
And when the shit hits the fan I’m inciting a riot
Quiet mild mannered I acknowledge knowledge
Pick it up off the street or learn it in college
There’s a lesson to be learned seven days of the week
So exchange ideas and think before you speak
Acquire knowledge and the skills to pay the bills
Keep it real steel sharpens steel
You could do what you feel or do what you like
Everything is fair you got that right
But if you don’t believe in God you got it all wrong
And that’s why God Bless The Child’s my theme song

(Repeat chorus)

The third rule should have been number one to me
Finish high school and get a college degree

The fruits of my labor are better than gold
See my name in capital letters all bold
22 point font what you want
Avant see me at a 5 star restaurant
You at Burger King tryna buy one chicken wing
You can’t afford the whole thing
The stakes are high take a stand and testify
You ain’t seein nothin like a private eye
My money supply is near infinite
Ever since I was an infant I’ve been infamous
Mobb Deep the choice is yours Black Sheep
You could get with this or you could go to sleep
Pop pop seven shots from a .380
Drive off in a hearse or end up pushin daisies
Lately I’ve been thinkin about slavery
And how the white man acts so unsavory
They wanna fly a confederate flag
And pledge allegiance to a nation they never had
They have the nerve to say that Blue lives matter
When they kill another brother and we just get madder
You can take off your uniform and blend in with the crowd
Black men can’t do that that’s a fact
It’s a race war and my dick is my weapon
They shoot Black men we fuck white girls pregnant

Word up
Knowledge
Mic Shabazz
Wisdom
Livin large
Understanding
Stayin in charge
Culture Freedom
Got the boom bap
Power or Refinement
Boom goes the bomb
Equality
Word up to Islam
God
I self lord and master
Build/Destroy
I sincerely love Allah’s mathematics
Born
Ya heard
Knowledge Cipher
No diggity
Knowledge knowledge
All praises due
Knowledge wisdom
Arm leg leg arm head
Knowledge understanding
Word up
keep it real
Knowledge Culture
Mic Shabazz
Knowledge power
Boom Bap
Knowledge Equality
Knowledge God
Knowledge Build Destroy
Knowledge Born

@Revolver Ocelot Explain why I am the "shittiest rapper ever to put pen to paper"

Take all the time you need

 

[Revolver Ocelot]

@Revolver Ocelot




The Pimp Game

Word up We about to talk about the pimp game

I need a plan to get to heaven before I’m 77
Even if I need to pack a weapon
To get there I’ll fight as fair as the next man
Bullets don’t kill but cause and effect can
Injectin heroin between your toes God knows
Weed smoke in your lungs and coke in your nose
I compose a perfect rhyme about organized crime
In my prime and I’m ready for Showtime
Ready for war hardcore like a whore
At 3:00 in the morning lookin for
A John so she can make a quick transaction
She’s an expert at bringin men to satisfaction
She’s seen more action than troops in Iraq and
Afghanistan layin underneath a man
It’s the world’s oldest profession
And a pimp is the second oldest any questions

(Chorus)

I know the pimp game well I grew up in a brothel
My childhood was just awful
You could have the strongest rap in the world
But you ain’t a pimp unless you getting money from the girl

The first rule of being a hustler never dress bummy
Look like you have money
The second rule is that your word is bond
Remember that and you’ll go far and beyond

If you wanna be a pimp then you gotta get money
She got junk in the trunk figure it out dummy
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I’m a professional and my style is refined
Now bear in mind I’m inclined to get violent
And when the shit hits the fan I’m inciting a riot
Quiet mild mannered I acknowledge knowledge
Pick it up off the street or learn it in college
There’s a lesson to be learned seven days of the week
So exchange ideas and think before you speak
Acquire knowledge and the skills to pay the bills
Keep it real steel sharpens steel
You could do what you feel or do what you like
Everything is fair you got that right
But if you don’t believe in God you got it all wrong
And that’s why God Bless The Child’s my theme song

(Repeat chorus)

The third rule should have been number one to me
Finish high school and get a college degree

The fruits of my labor are better than gold
See my name in capital letters all bold
22 point font what you want
Avant see me at a 5 star restaurant
You at Burger King tryna buy one chicken wing
You can’t afford the whole thing
The stakes are high take a stand and testify
You ain’t seein nothin like a private eye
My money supply is near infinite
Ever since I was an infant I’ve been infamous
Mobb Deep the choice is yours Black Sheep
You could get with this or you could go to sleep
Pop pop seven shots from a .380
Drive off in a hearse or end up pushin daisies
Lately I’ve been thinkin about slavery
And how the white man acts so unsavory
They wanna fly a confederate flag
And pledge allegiance to a nation they never had
They have the nerve to say that Blue lives matter
When they kill another brother and we just get madder
You can take off your uniform and blend in with the crowd
Black men can’t do that that’s a fact
It’s a race war and my dick is my weapon
They shoot Black men we fuck white girls pregnant

Word up
Knowledge
Mic Shabazz
Wisdom
Livin large
Understanding
Stayin in charge
Culture Freedom
Got the boom bap
Power or Refinement
Boom goes the bomb
Equality
Word up to Islam
God
I self lord and master
Build/Destroy
I sincerely love Allah’s mathematics
Born
Ya heard
Knowledge Cipher
No diggity
Knowledge knowledge
All praises due
Knowledge wisdom
Arm leg leg arm head
Knowledge understanding
Word up
keep it real
Knowledge Culture
Mic Shabazz
Knowledge power
Boom Bap
Knowledge Equality
Knowledge God
Knowledge Build Destroy
Knowledge Born

@Revolver Ocelot Explain why I am the "shittiest rapper ever to put pen to paper"

Take all the time you need

This retarded shit doesn't even make sense. Song is called Pimp Game and only the 2nd verse is even remotely on topic. 1st and 3rd verses have jack shit to do with "Pimp Game ", your talking bout slavery and whatever else pops up in your delusional ass mind.

You are.......

 

[AP2.5]

Who is the chick in the thumbnails. This is all I care about

 

[BountyHunterRo]

@Revolver Ocelot




The Pimp Game

Word up We about to talk about the pimp game

I need a plan to get to heaven before I’m 77
Even if I need to pack a weapon
To get there I’ll fight as fair as the next man
Bullets don’t kill but cause and effect can
Injectin heroin between your toes God knows
Weed smoke in your lungs and coke in your nose
I compose a perfect rhyme about organized crime
In my prime and I’m ready for Showtime
Ready for war hardcore like a whore
At 3:00 in the morning lookin for
A John so she can make a quick transaction
She’s an expert at bringin men to satisfaction
She’s seen more action than troops in Iraq and
Afghanistan layin underneath a man
It’s the world’s oldest profession
And a pimp is the second oldest any questions

(Chorus)

I know the pimp game well I grew up in a brothel
My childhood was just awful
You could have the strongest rap in the world
But you ain’t a pimp unless you getting money from the girl

The first rule of being a hustler never dress bummy
Look like you have money
The second rule is that your word is bond
Remember that and you’ll go far and beyond

If you wanna be a pimp then you gotta get money
She got junk in the trunk figure it out dummy
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I’m a professional and my style is refined
Now bear in mind I’m inclined to get violent
And when the shit hits the fan I’m inciting a riot
Quiet mild mannered I acknowledge knowledge
Pick it up off the street or learn it in college
There’s a lesson to be learned seven days of the week
So exchange ideas and think before you speak
Acquire knowledge and the skills to pay the bills
Keep it real steel sharpens steel
You could do what you feel or do what you like
Everything is fair you got that right
But if you don’t believe in God you got it all wrong
And that’s why God Bless The Child’s my theme song

(Repeat chorus)

The third rule should have been number one to me
Finish high school and get a college degree

The fruits of my labor are better than gold
See my name in capital letters all bold
22 point font what you want
Avant see me at a 5 star restaurant
You at Burger King tryna buy one chicken wing
You can’t afford the whole thing
The stakes are high take a stand and testify
You ain’t seein nothin like a private eye
My money supply is near infinite
Ever since I was an infant I’ve been infamous
Mobb Deep the choice is yours Black Sheep
You could get with this or you could go to sleep
Pop pop seven shots from a .380
Drive off in a hearse or end up pushin daisies
Lately I’ve been thinkin about slavery
And how the white man acts so unsavory
They wanna fly a confederate flag
And pledge allegiance to a nation they never had
They have the nerve to say that Blue lives matter
When they kill another brother and we just get madder
You can take off your uniform and blend in with the crowd
Black men can’t do that that’s a fact
It’s a race war and my dick is my weapon
They shoot Black men we fuck white girls pregnant

Word up
Knowledge
Mic Shabazz
Wisdom
Livin large
Understanding
Stayin in charge
Culture Freedom
Got the boom bap
Power or Refinement
Boom goes the bomb
Equality
Word up to Islam
God
I self lord and master
Build/Destroy
I sincerely love Allah’s mathematics
Born
Ya heard
Knowledge Cipher
No diggity
Knowledge knowledge
All praises due
Knowledge wisdom
Arm leg leg arm head
Knowledge understanding
Word up
keep it real
Knowledge Culture
Mic Shabazz
Knowledge power
Boom Bap
Knowledge Equality
Knowledge God
Knowledge Build Destroy
Knowledge Born

@Revolver Ocelot Explain why I am the "shittiest rapper ever to put pen to paper"

Take all the time you need

Who’s reading all this lmao

 

[5 Grand]

Here's another song for @Revolver Ocelot


Please explain what's wrong with my lyrics and why I'm, "the worst rapper to put pen to paper"








Whats the Mathematics

Yeah
One Two
More Love Less Hate


When I walk into the room I get greeted with high fives
Girls swarm around me I love being alive
I strive to live a lifestyle that’s lavish
I’m a civilized person and I’ll civilize a savage
All or Nothin I got superior weaponry
Highly intellectual I should be on Jeopardy
I build with mathematics and deal with high explosives
Step to me and get injected with overdoses
Of cyanide and then I’ll rip out your heart
Throw it on the floor or toss you to the sharks
Unless your alter ego’s Aquaman you should be nervous
Cause I’m the 5,000LB man at your service
On time like a Mavado that’s my motto
So step off you have a better chance hitting the lotto
Barricade the door if you think you see me coming
Nigga With Attitude 100 miles and running


You can blame the white man or blame the system
But nobody in their right mind would listen

(Repeat 4x)

I spit fire like Puff the Magic Dragon hawking lungies
Play gin rummy first album so I’m hungry
Actually you are what you eat
If that’s a fact you can call me beef
I haven’t eaten pork since the 1980s
No swine when I dine I guess the Gods must be crazy
A pig is 99% poison I drink red wine
I walk the moderation line semi-refined
Reformed good nutrition and healthy living
I meditate don’t deal with organized religion
Rotate girls nine months at a time
Write rhymes Sugarhill Gang 79
First rappers I heard didn’t grow up in the Boogie
Say word don’t shoot Trayvon Martin rocking a hoodie
Where’s the justice just-ice or just us
My grandfather used to ride the back of the bus


Chorus

I study math and numerology
This educated man lives in a civilized society
Where people that are quietly
Manipulated through subliminal psychology
What’s the mathematics

I grip the mic with persistence I’m first in existence
So if you wanna battle be prepared to go the distance
Its 93 million miles to The Sun
It’s that bright yellow ball in the sky that’s where I’m from
I’m from another planet I’m that other brother
That came to mother Earth and I’m smoother than butter
Laughter children playing at the family reunion
It’s good times stock market is booming
Unemployment’s low crime rate is down prosperity
I can see my future looks good with clarity
Can’t say the same for you because you’re lazy
Won’t get off your ass and your work future’s hazy
Murky at best incarcerated to say the least
One way ticket to the belly of the beast
You can blame the white man or blame the system
But nobody in their right mind would listen


What’s the mathematics
Whats the mathematics
What’s the mathematics
What’s the mathematics

@Revolver Ocelot Take all the time you need

 

[5 Grand]

Dear Daughter



Dear Daughter
The worst father ever I didn’t even bother
To say this face to face I know I’m a disgrace
Look at the bright side you got my blood runnin through you
But the dark side is that I never came to see you
You see I couldn’t get my life together
And if that makes me the worst father ever
No excuses I missed every single one of your birthdays
I know the pain inside hurts in the worst way
And what’s worse than that is I’ll probably never meet you
I know this song is coming out of the clear blue
I heard you’re good at sports and athletics
And that you’re smart and good at academics


Take my advice and go to college after high school
I didn’t and that’s why I couldn’t raise you
But it’s more complicated than that
I was shooting for the stars when I was younger and I fell flat
I was in 5th grade when I started reproducing
Came back in 6th grade and we had a problem Houston
I knocked up every single girl in my grade
They said that I should mow lawns so child support could be paid
I said forget mowing lawns I learned how to get money
In 9th grade I had so much money it wasn’t funny
Started setting up trust funds for kids I never seen
Supreme Human Being baby making machine
My DNA’s all over the place like Alexander The Great
I know the difference between alleles and traits
But wait its not too late to write the wrong
And that’s the reason that I wrote this song
I’m not goin out like a deadbeat
Someday me and you are gonna meet
Dear daughter I can’t stop thinking about you
And I want you to know that I love you



I’m adopted too so I know how it feels
But it worked out for the better I’m just keeping it real
Me and your mother no way that we could raise you
How could we we were still in high school
Look at it like this your mother didn’t have an abortion
My biological daughter your biological father
Dear daughter you got a sister from the same mister
A brother from another mother I love her
Because she carried you for nine months
And I still haven’t seen you once
I won’t front the curiosity is killing me
Like a cat but satisfaction brought him back
If I make any money selling this record
I swear to God I’ll make a sincere effort
To track you down come hell or high-water
Dear daughter dear daughter

@Revolver Ocelot Take all the time you need

 

[Revolver Ocelot]

Here's another song for @Revolver Ocelot


Please explain what's wrong with my lyrics and why I'm, "the worst rapper to put pen to paper"








Whats the Mathematics

Yeah
One Two
More Love Less Hate


When I walk into the room I get greeted with high fives
Girls swarm around me I love being alive
I strive to live a lifestyle that’s lavish
I’m a civilized person and I’ll civilize a savage
All or Nothin I got superior weaponry
Highly intellectual I should be on Jeopardy
I build with mathematics and deal with high explosives
Step to me and get injected with overdoses
Of cyanide and then I’ll rip out your heart
Throw it on the floor or toss you to the sharks
Unless your alter ego’s Aquaman you should be nervous
Cause I’m the 5,000LB man at your service
On time like a Mavado that’s my motto
So step off you have a better chance hitting the lotto
Barricade the door if you think you see me coming
Nigga With Attitude 100 miles and running


You can blame the white man or blame the system
But nobody in their right mind would listen

(Repeat 4x)

I spit fire like Puff the Magic Dragon hawking lungies
Play gin rummy first album so I’m hungry
Actually you are what you eat
If that’s a fact you can call me beef
I haven’t eaten pork since the 1980s
No swine when I dine I guess the Gods must be crazy
A pig is 99% poison I drink red wine
I walk the moderation line semi-refined
Reformed good nutrition and healthy living
I meditate don’t deal with organized religion
Rotate girls nine months at a time
Write rhymes Sugarhill Gang 79
First rappers I heard didn’t grow up in the Boogie
Say word don’t shoot Trayvon Martin rocking a hoodie
Where’s the justice just-ice or just us
My grandfather used to ride the back of the bus


Chorus

I study math and numerology
This educated man lives in a civilized society
Where people that are quietly
Manipulated through subliminal psychology
What’s the mathematics

I grip the mic with persistence I’m first in existence
So if you wanna battle be prepared to go the distance
Its 93 million miles to The Sun
It’s that bright yellow ball in the sky that’s where I’m from
I’m from another planet I’m that other brother
That came to mother Earth and I’m smoother than butter
Laughter children playing at the family reunion
It’s good times stock market is booming
Unemployment’s low crime rate is down prosperity
I can see my future looks good with clarity
Can’t say the same for you because you’re lazy
Won’t get off your ass and your work future’s hazy
Murky at best incarcerated to say the least
One way ticket to the belly of the beast
You can blame the white man or blame the system
But nobody in their right mind would listen


What’s the mathematics
Whats the mathematics
What’s the mathematics
What’s the mathematics

@Revolver Ocelot Take all the time you need

Bruh

YOU

FUKN

SUCK


I can't even call this shit elementary cause I've heard 10 year olds with better flow, bars, and cadence, than your wack ass.

 

[Revolver Ocelot]

Who is the chick in the thumbnails. This is all I care about

It's supposedly his "baby mama", even tho according to him he had to find her on Facebook.

I thought there was a rule about using females pics without there consent. 5 Grand using her pic to promote his horseshit has gots to be worse than posting nudes.

 

[5 Grand]

In God We Trust (Extended Version)


Word Up

Mic Shabazz



I got you sayin to be or not to be like Hamlet
God dammit I’m the lillest MC on the planet
You could go to the Moon Venus or Mars
But if you step to me on Earth you’re better off behind bars
Or catching SARS I win world wars
Steal from the rich they blood suckers of the poor
Cure cancer smooth romancer
When God asks why you’d better have a good answer
When’s the last time you’ve been to church
Cleanse that soul the devil lurks in the hallway all day
In staircases dark alleys and ghetto tenements
I reminisce and bring it back to the days of pyramids
Egyptian African now I’m on a black watch
Check your sun dial and synchronize your clock
When it ticks make sure it doesn’t tock on the offbeat
11:59 and 59 seconds cipher’s complete


Chorus

In God we trust I hope the truth is in the Bible
In God we trust my life line for survival
In God We trust don’t forget to say your prayers
In God we trust I can’t prove that he’s there
In God we trust not tryna sound bombastic
I Sincerely Love Allah’s Mathematics


My style’s hot Sun put you in a cemetery plot dun
It’s elementary my dear Watson
No shit Sherlock this is pure Hip Hop
I complete 360 like a hand on a clock
It takes about a minute no gimmicks {none}
Pass the mic to me and I’m in it to win it
I hold weight like scales and hold heat like thermometers
It doesn’t make sense regardless I’m still bombin ya
Supersonic speed I smoke hydroponic weed
With so much THC it makes my lungs bleed
I lay down wake up two or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts you got that right
You wanna move to Three Mile Island because it’s safer
Rocks paper scissors I’m scissors your the paper


Chorus

In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust

God’s my father so why bother steppin to me
Just imagine the depth of my weaponry
Mental telepathy and night vision
Immense vocabulary on top of the rhythm
I’m good at explaining what I’m thinking
I’m that iceberg and you’re the Titanic sinking
That’s a metaphor I got the phrase that pays
Twisting 26 letters millions of ways
The skills that pay the bills it took a long time
To figure out how to write the perfect rhyme
More bars than New Orleans in Mardi Gras
Three times doper than a Menage a Toi
Colder than a freezer I’ll make you a believer
I created the Earth and still feel like an under achiever
Cause I didn’t make it big enough
I’m going hard like porn stars in handcuffs
Or a boxer in the 12th round of a boxing match
Marine biologist looking for a shark to catch
Work or starve I want sirloin steak
I wanna live large and I got what it takes
It takes two like Rob Base
Me and a beautiful girl we’re gonna share a place
Get married and start a family of seven
Five kids if you ask me that’s heaven

I got razor sharp rhymes aimed at your ear drum
I’m from the center of the Sun that’s where I come from
The planet Earth doesn’t make sense to me
You got people that can’t control their own destiny
They’re waist deep in their own problems
And their waiting on a mystery God to solve em
What kinda sense does that make
What makes rain hail snow and earthquakes
I can jump up and down and make the ground shake
Hit the ball out the park when I’m standing at home plate
Eye of the tiger when I’m swinging at a curveball
You’re screaming for an encore believe me I heard ya’ll
Call and response routines I got a book of em
See me freestylin to Mobb Deep’s Shook Ones
Part Two you know how we do
Cash rules everything around me and you
Unfortunately those that scheme for cream fall victim
Stick up kids got gats and sticking em
But love’s gonna get ya if ya let it effect
Your whole way of living trust me it’ll wreck ya
Rock your world and bring you back to the stone age
Well maybe not that far but like third grade
The moral of the story is to love your life
And street smarts says never bring a knife to a gun fight

…word up

Mic Shabazz

Check it out ya’ll


I’m an old man goin bald with grey hairs
Bad back but my mental’s in tact
In fact as you get older you get wiser
If I told you all I knew it would probably surprise ya
This live wire shocks you like a taser
Baskin Robbins I got 31 flavors
Rocky Boad and Butter Pecan
Chocolate vanilla on and on and on
I live fast and avoid car crashes
With the ripple effect like olympic diver splashes
The blunt ashes tell part of the story
Super human crew who the fantastic four be
I’ll knock you down to wherever the floor is
And have you running toward where the exit door is
Sure as the Earth is round I weigh 5,000LBs
With the atomic bomb sound
Picture mushroom clouds coming out the speakers
It’s hell on Earth for the woofers and the tweeters
How’d ya like to meet the Grim Reaper
Would you believe it if he told you that I was his teacher
How else could I reach you
Power of the full Moon high tide like the beach do
I’ll explain it to you later
But for now just remember to say your prayers


Picture a family of four dying in a tragedy
Thats the result if you ever try to battle me
Capital punishment I design strong rhymes
You’re playing football on a field full of land mines
I rap over beats with extensive bass
Shine like a diamond for girls with expensive taste
Won’t let this beat go to waste
I’ll spit a hot 16 bars right in your face
I give chase so you better run fast
And hit hard with the force of a megablast
You’re better off behind the 8-ball
Cause if you stick your neck out that’l be your downfall
I make hurricanes and turn your lights out
Or spit a tornado and blow the mic out
Like candles on a birthday cake
I’m a problem like 104 divided by 8
Multiply it by infinity manifest the trinity
Represent the holy ghost God grant me serenity
To accept what I cannot change
Like my fingerprints or my government name
Its Michael complete 360 like a cipher
Never been to prison I don’t wanna be a lifer
So when I murder MCs I’m very careful
Screaming Word Up and leaving you with a earful

…Mic Shabazz
…Boom Bap LLC
…Fivegrand Corporation
….Trademark
…5,000LB Man
…DJ 37
…Word Up


@Revolver Ocelot Take all the time you need

 

[5 Grand]

Knowledge Me





Ayo give me a drum break or even just a bassline
You could rest assured that I’ll kick a strong rhyme
My style’s mature like a veteran whore
Workin in Nevada son you can’t do me nada
The only thing you could do is call me poppa
But don’t pop off because one punch will drop ya
I knocked a dudes teeth out in my last bout
And now when he talks no one knows what he’s talkin bout
I guess that’s what your teeth do
He can’t chew he drools and he stopped eating beef too
He doesn’t want beef he’s vegetarian
Scared of me he fears me but at least he’s thinking clearly
He won’t come anywhere near me neither would you
If you knew what I was capable to do
Picture a black belt in kung fu
Vs a wanna be thug with an unloaded .22
That’s you I’m the black belt
I trained with the lions on the African veldt
I’m like Tarzan king of the jungle
The GOAT of Hip Hop but I still remain humble
God doesn’t even know the secret to my style
That’s how I’m able to be so versatile
Switch my style up like a chameleon
Keep a poker face at the table deal me in





I’m throwin javelins at your heart and piercing your chest
You throwin darts at me you’re not as smart as me
I’m steady like a metronome welcome to the terrordome
Persuading the best battle rappers to drop the microphone
My style reminds you of Nazi Germany
I’m violent and burnin bodies if you never heard of me
There’s no winner just dead bodies and ashes
I’m quickfast you move slow like molasses
You need glasses because you’re blind as a bat is
I crash parties and drink up all the liquor
Cook weed into hash the THC hits you quicker
I smoke two Ls like my name’s Jack the Ripper
Negro please you threatin me with a gat
And I can travel through space and time and come back
Put the gun away son you’ll just get done away
Hip Hop’s my home base and you’re just a runaway
My style’s for everybody on the planet Earth
Including anybody on the Moon for what it’s worth
I’ll travel to different stars and galaxies
And see if anybody out there wants to battle me
I’m like Buck Rogers or Battlestar Gallactica
Or Iceberg Slim the way I’m bitch slappin ya
Out rappin ya like Saran I’m body slammin
I’ll put the Sun out if you on the beach tannin





I’m classic like the diary of Anne Frank
Big payday like a heist at a bank
Savings and Loans gimmie the loot gimmie the loot
The root of all evil the devil’s excuse
Prophecies of doom we’re the prophets of rage
I’ll plot your destruction regardless of age
Somebody said we need to save the children
It’s every man for himself can’t stop the killing
I stay on topic can’t stop the prophet
Can’t stop the bum rush crush competition
You get one wish on a life or death mission
To the whitehouse I’m paintin it black
With a star and a crescent picture that with a Kodak
I’ll kick a mason in his ass illuminati
True and living gangster intimidate John Gotti
I’m turnin crime families into Girl Scout troops
Cold stompin em with Timberland boots
You got bootleg knockoffs
I ménage A tois with fly girls while you jerk off
I got it made you wish you lived the life I live
I got a harem of wives so guess how many kids
A man can produce in 37 years
It’s back breaking work blood sweat and tears

@Revolver Ocelot Take All the time you need

 

[T. Sanford]

I'm thinking that you posted Field Mob classic cut but yet it's a nigga rapping about a periodic table

 

[Sony Montana]

Y’all let this happen

 

[5 Grand]

This retarded shit doesn't even make sense. Song is called Pimp Game and only the 2nd verse is even remotely on topic. 1st and 3rd verses have jack shit to do with "Pimp Game ", your talking bout slavery and whatever else pops up in your delusional ass mind.

You are.......

Bruh

YOU

FUKN

SUCK


I can't even call this shit elementary cause I've heard 10 year olds with better flow, bars, and cadence, than your wack ass.

@Revolver Ocelot you are clearly a white boy that wishes he had something to rap about.

You haven't produced a clear explanation of what you don't like about my lyrics or delivery.


You sound like a lil kid that can't express himself clearly so you make ad hominem attacks to try to divert attention away from the fact that you don't have a valid point.


If you want to make your point to me and everybody on ABW then you are going to have to do better than saying "you suck" Everybody on ABW debates Hip Hop, MCs, lyrics, wordplay and storytelling all day long. That's all we do all the time. And the best you can do is say, "you suck" and post a meme.

Personally I think you are a white boy that tried to rap and couldn't get anywhere. You are a player hater. You're mad because you can't rap on beat and it pisses you off that I'm doing what you wish you could do.