DV. Not quite a diety. But a goddess calls me daddy. A princess. An heiress. Look close you can see a little Isis. Stop hatin' Judas. My righteous is priceless. Between you and me, just between us, like Jesus. DV is a black genius. My blood Noblesse. Hegelian synthesis disguised as progress. My rhyme in one breath will make an atheist say God Bless.So, let's keep this real simple.
DV kick ass like the Nazarene in the temple.
Watch me pump the shotty and put it to the temple of evil.
Watch me uncock the shotty to show what the power of love can do.
I'm like one of them books they left out the bible.
The Book of Denmark Vesey should be gospel.
Skin the color of chocolate mixed with caramel.
This not the place to be if your ego is fragile.
This the place to be if your intellect is agile.
Understanding DV is gradual.
I look best in British cut flannel.
Aston Martins with mahogany panel.
Your Highness is mos def the finest lyricist to ever spit rhythmic via fiber optics. Count the times I've blown your mind, shined light on the divine got black men and women to combine and entwine to continue the blood line. You cats just rhyme. I realign paradigms. Ya'll cats is nice. Denmark Vesey is the headline.
Come test. Like litmus. My right left leave you toothless. Even my love is ruthless. 40 cal leave leave you roofless. Like a black Atlas DV bench press the world staight off the chest. I advise you to build a spiritual fortress and stop eating noxious substance that makes you nauseous and gives your lower extremities numbness. NWO using GMO to poison us.
My swag is epic. Your swag needs a Heimlich. My aura is thick. Your little aura is sick. Your persona needs a medic. Your game needs a psychic. Your spirit has an anxiety disorder and needs a Xanax. Birdeye you my little white side kick. Thordaddy you clever but robotic. CNu hilarious but forget about it. UB actually quite poetic. Big Man innocent. IllMath gotta give you credit. You kicked it. Big Wayne did his thing, you know he ripped it. Kon Womyn legit. Sister did her thing. She went for it. But when it comes to the title. You know I copped it. If it's a championship. DV got this.
DV, you're right. I am a robotic machine. Got nuckas in here sportin' Borat vageens. Two scoops of raisins, two hundred pounds of dopamine. These fools be runnin' like Harriet Tubman. They see me comin' from the future like Terminator, searchin' for resistance. Found a dude named DV Conner, he's part of my assistance. He introduces y'all to a lil' black supremacy. Adds tradition, swagger and a lot of personality. That's why he'll be useful to the system and singularities like me. Cuz that's the race that demands my vigorous pace. All the rest is just attempts to save face.
So thanks DV, for your black supremacy. Freez a cracka up to do his best you see. Layin' the groundwork, seperate the cream from the crap, no more excuse from all these blacks. Cuz if DV can do so much swaggerin', ain't no excuse for these other nuckas who be staggerin'. I'll be back. Just started floin'. Already amassed a collection we'll sell to a Cohen. Kick these nuckas off who be hoin' and thordaddy let you have the spotty back cuz I got to be going. Back to future that is....
KonWomyn said...
thordaddy, thordaddy, you tha kingdaddy, son;a crown not a frown
is what i wear on my throne,
Ill you're the illest, slickest with the sweetness
'scuse me while i blush
at this lyrical crush,
now you treat ms lady
right n keep it tight
like romeo not homer-doh.
fist ta daddy dubya,
y'know i don't swear so i can't say yo' name ;)
keep battlin' bigman,
you say you tha deuce,
but let's see whose
really got tha juice.
so 'scuse me again,
while i flip the scrip'
n' bus' a sermon from hermon
to burn the pulpits
preachin' fictions,
drinkin' Jesus blood,
flooding they guts wit Jesus flesh
n' toastin' crucifixion
instead'o Resurrection,
so don't look for me in they pews
i'm suppin' ital with my jews
drummin' binghi beats so hard
i got beatniks
vibin' to Blackbeats,
n' ravers rippin'
'frobeats for breakbeats
bustin' wacky two-steps
pullin' screwface when i buss up the floor.
i mash up tha riddim,
put they beat in recession,
call a funeral procession.
dem got no chance with my chants
cuz i don't really do raps, but
wraps of kente
stitched in floetry
so beautiful, so bright
God's Sun is called Eve.
68 comments:
My man UBM already voted for yours truly. Plus me, makes 2 votes for Illmath.
Illmath is one bad cat
But still no match
For the hip-hop savior
A Viking nigga aka
White knight messiah
Jesus 2 the remix
Up from 6 below
Comin back addin flava
Showin negroes how to flow
Preachin ghetto gospel
From his cubicle pulpit
Spittin fiyah by the keys
Got niggas on they knees
Screaming "Uncle Tom" for mercy!
But not spittin but swallowin
Chins dribblin like Iverson
So bow ya dome to your hero
Thordaddy, king of negroes!
DV you can't win your own award. CNu hands down!
Yo DV
You know the chance remote
These nuckas goin' vote
For da white boy
Who cut thur throat
Have these fools on da outside
'Fraid da cross da mote
Full of gators and pirahnas
These nuckas be stubblin', bumblin'
Cuz they just don't want none
Stayn' silent outside the castle
'Bout da draw the bridge
Come and wrassle
Make these nuckas cast thur lot
Make these nuckas squeal an' cry with snot...
DV,
who the hottest dog on this blog
who the Kingest kagne in this domagne
who the wisest sage on this page
who the biggest bomb on this DOT COM
Is it not
the unforseen
machine
of
Dope-a-mean
in the flesh and in the net
in the one Mr Thor.Daddy
you see herb nuckas, MC don't stand for Most Consonants
Big Wayne!!!
DV
Between u.n. me
You said 'fo me
Plantation Negroes
Every two out o' three
Ain't no wonder why the crowd be silence
Nuckas havin' nightmares
Of thordaddy N violence
Suckas wake up
Cold and clammy
Got nuckas cryin'
Cryin' fo' do' mammy
Hello DV.net. I am Big Wayne's personal assistant.
Mr. Denmark Vesey, Big Wayne asks me to pass along his best wishes.
He also asked that I pass along the following message:
Hey Boredaddy,
Big Wayne is happy to have introduced the word "nuckas" into your vocabulary.
Allow him to introduce another.
"Moderation"
Big Wayne will not cast a vote for himself. He wishes to allow the people to speak. He feels that voting for one's self reeks of desparation.
Finally, Big Wayne will also not ink another verse until he recognizes a worthy opponent.
He has not yet done so.
- Personal Assistant to Mr. Big Wayne
Lol mini-Wayne... Ain't cast either... And thanks for "nuckas"
I'm the blue eyed devil n y'alls mythology
I'm the blue eyed devil synapsed t y'alls psychology
I'm the blue eyed devil pump thru y'alls physiology
I'm the blue eyed devil of y'alls ID-ALL-U-C
Ideology has U.C. me as the enemy
ID-ALL-I-C with humility
Self-proclaimed
Undisputed
U C ME AS I C THEE
That make it me
Blue eyed devil
"Black Man's Story"
That makes thee
Black eyed nucka
Tryin' bring thordaddy 6 feet unda.
I give Whorebaby an A for effort. Also your usage of colloquialism was impressive. It afforded you the legitimacy in this contest that you so sorely needed. But, unfortunately "Poor baby", that put you in paradoxical quandary. Your overusage was your undoing. It also simultaneously acknowledged my supremacy. You trying a bit too hard. but keep it up tiger you'll get there. Keep spittin champ.
Funny how Thor is trying sooooo hard to get DV's accolades. Telling, if you ask me.
Illmath says
Quality over quantity
Thor dad says
Quality in quantities
Subtext, please
Illmath deal in ones and zeroes
Illmath feels with guns and arrows
But illmath feelin' quite a conundrum
Confounded
Profounded
And heavily grounded
He contemplates his place
On the Internet
In life
And all of outerspace...
Then he face the pace of grace
Scramblin'!!
"Look"
That's my place
Right behind thordaddy
Tastin' the taste
Of quality in quanity
Stuffn' yur face...
Phuck an award, I don’t need no more of those.
I use a phuckin Emmy to pick my toes.
And I got another one to scratch my nose.
Put ’em both together, impress the hoes.
I’m like Goldman Sachs, I got gold in sacks,
I got cash in stacks, even after tax.
All rhymes, no tracks. Digital, no wax.
Still I vote for Ill, putting suckas on they backs.
Ill
My style is methodical
Cutthroat
Concise
And highly diabolical
I don't mince words
I mince meat
You can be lady
Swept ya off yur feet
It's complete
The defeat
It surely is
Of the illmathalogical Internet whiz
Dude used to be rappers delight
With'all this tantrum and bellyaching
JUST.B.A.FLAPPER....
Deserve ALL.OUR.SPITE.
Yo ill
Just say what I say
Ain't no mystery
This craft is ya consciousness
And all its history
Been thinkn' bout yur consciousness too
All the pain and misery you been thru...
All the deception since conception...
All the aliention fo' yo' nation...
And it seems to me
That I can be to thee
Something akin to ah re-awakening...
Ill
It's plain to see
I know thee
Better than yo'no yo'self
Boxed up
Stocked up
Put on the shelf
Slap on disclaimer
"Dude retire...
"No longer entertainer"
Wrapped like a commodity
Dusted like a dime store oddity
It's odd U.C.
U.B. odd to me
As a dude who can't c the plot he seeks
A dude who can't smell his plot that reeks.
Yo Ill
Feel the chill
The transformation
Bombarded yur brain
With all kinds information
By the way
Big Wayne on vacation
Where Ima 'bout ta send you
All expense paid
By you and yur crew
No thanks needed
Get some relaxation
Lose the hate, anger and all hestitation
DV is Simon Cowell
Thordaddy be a
Wannabe American-
African Idol
Like Gay Aiken
Flamin at the Apollo
Spilled more ink
On this dream
Than India Inc.
And his kitchen sink
So let this wigga shine
Like a flashlight he blinds
Triple D cells
Powering his mind
Sparkin a revolution
Flippin the scripting
Like patties at B King
ML King he continued
By Thordaddy to
Let freedom ring!
From every ghetto
Let niggaz bling!
To townhall hellholes
Let these handouts flow!
Playas raise a toast to
All tha hustlas on the dole!
A new voice in the wilderness
Separated from his flock
He sought out new witnesses
This shepherd found himself lost
And cried to the wind
Something about Mary
Something about nuckas
About radical autonomy
Something about everything
Until he realized that
The wind just wasn't listening..
*crickets*
*pin drop*
Ill, will you give me the material? Or, will you snort the milk and spill the cereal? I'm a serial thriller! More action than Jackson with a penchant for traction. I seek what you will not dispense with. Your until now invisible lyrical genius. Here wipe that dribble. Take the pen and give it a scribble.
Ho daddy
You got things one eighty
It's all them nuckas
Tryn' be like tho'daaaddy
This just 'nother medium
Break thru all the tedium
Spread the prop
That change the plot
Create the meme
That change the theme
Thurza word in rhyming lingo...
Itz called "concession"
Itz when nuckas drop off
In pretty procession
Get up early Sunday
See'm line up fo' confession
Go in the church
Hear the preach' make uh suggestion
"Don't hate young nuckas...
It causes yur heat and all that ruckus"
"You put the white dog back in the corner...
Pretend like you ain't been the lesson...
White dog bite back for all that messin'"
Of the dynamics that are highly predictable...
The consequences that are readily depictable...
It is clear that on this path the clash
Is unmistakable
We are on the edge of the crucible
And may not be reduceable
To nuckas and whitey
Living in harmony
When nuckas are livin'
Seein' they harmin' me
Makes the ole stock blood flo
Feel the pull of history and ancestors
That's fo' sho'...
Jumpin Jehoshaphat,
Farst is still joshing?
Or is it “Josh is still farting?”
Gosh, flush the john, Josh.
The farce of your jousting
is funnier than your face after a fisting
from Jooz who nosh on dead Christians.
“My Favorite Nazi,” the name of the sitcom.
Josh Farst the star, DV the Satcom.
Spittin juice like that Chattanooga Chew.
Or was you chuggin jizz from the Juice Crew?
Yo Nipster
You must be delusional
Spread my name far and wide
You must be collusional
Take a page from these otha haters
Shut your mouth
Leave the swamp
Let alone this gator
Cuz I eat Koran for breakfast, lunch and dinner
So no submissions here
Yur admission here
With my permission
And in my opinion
You be the best of best
Of my po' lil' minions
'Sup
LOL @ Jumpin' Jehoshophat.
Tuff choice coz they've all got skillz.
Big Wayne you're tight but sending Li'l Wayne is not a gd look, bra.
Thordaddy good effort, but like Ill said it's telling.
So whoever gets the highest vote btwn IllMath "the Essence of Essence" and CNu - the chicken thing was classic.
Hip hop's Dark Knight
Prowl in the dark night
To stalk mics
Need a couple grams to spark right
Quart of gasoline to light it
Drop the beat then I proceed to ignite it
Da real A Musical hybrid
The movement I'm here to revive it
Planets aligned it
So timely, I'm spittin more than most
Just Be glad you bore the ghost
On hip hop ima overdose
With A Head buried in qoutes
No joke, I smoke and then yow
I detox to a beat box
The street rocks, the beat drops
No weak raps for relapse
This ain't hip it's real hop
Thick, the Pockets Conceal knots
The scene stops as I approach it
Immortally qouted when wrote it
Got an alterior motive
So notice I'm more focussed
Don't know cuffs
To boast stunts, ghost front
So Refer to him in the form of a sermon
Thorbaby not only wants it. He neeeds it! Lmbao!
"Jumpin Jehoshaphat,
Farst is still joshing?
Or is it “Josh is still farting?”
Gosh, flush the john, Josh.
The farce of your jousting
is funnier than your face after a fisting"
Daaamn!.... Nipsey go easy on the kid. He's a novice
"Phuck an award, I don’t need no more of those.
I use a phuckin Emmy to pick my toes.
And I got another one to scratch my nose.
Put ’em both together, impress the hoes."
Can't tell nobody nothin' after sayin' THAT!
I'll vote for Big Wayne.
DV, you're right. I am a robotic machine. Got nuckas in here sportin' Borat vageens. Two scoops of raisins, two hundred pounds of dopamine. These fools be runnin' like Harriet Tubman. They see me comin' from the future like Terminator, searchin' for resistance. Found a dude named DV Conner, he's part of my assistance. He introduces y'all to a lil' black supremacy. Adds tradition, swagger and a lot of personality. That's why he'll be useful to the system and singularities like me. Cuz that's the race that demands my vigorous pace. All the rest is just attempts to save face. So thanks DV, for your black supremacy. Freez a cracka up to do his best you see. Layin' the groundwork, seperate the cream from the crap, no more excuse from all these blacks. Cuz if DV can do so much swaggerin', ain't no excuse for these other nuckas who be staggerin'. I'll be back. Just started floin'. Already amassed a collection we'll sell to a Cohen. Kick these nuckas off who be hoin' and thordaddy let you have the spotty back cuz I got to be going. Back to future that is....
DV, please make him stop.
Yo UBM
What the hex an Emmy
Sounds like a cross 'tween Ebonics
Anna nuckas favorite word
"Gimme"
Pick yur toes
Pick yur nose
Impress the hoes
Econ 101
Down the value goes
U.B. demandin'
They be supplyin'
They be demandin'
U.B. be cryin'
Lay down, rest
Cuddle witha "gimme"
Wake up refreshed
Holdn' you a shimmy.
Yo anon
What DV goin' do?
Ban me
Be uh plantation Negro like you?
Dude pops out the chair tryin' da pimp
Doubles up
Adds anotha limp
You just uh bit part actor...
Tarintino's gimp
So listen shrimp
While I dip you in the sauce
Pluck ya from my teeth
Catch ya on my floss
Flick y'on the mirror
Lonely remnant feelin' queer
Strangely it be
Beggin' mercy from DV, not me
Mr. Your Daddy.
Ill
You know how the game is played
Provide - Me - Material
You know how the game has stayed
Runs - Thru - My - Arterials
You sittin' back like u runnin' the bank
Got UBM, CNu an' DV coverin' yur flank
Yo that stank
Get on the battlefield
And weild yur illmathalogical lyric
Make it simple
Or make esoteric
Don't matter t'me son
Just give sum heat
Don't be playin' shy boy
'Less you 'fraid uh defeat.
Roll tape:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqXi8WmQ_WM
Ill
Your words like shanks severely blunted
Got nuckas cross-eyed an' stunted
My words like daggers that stagger
Got nuckas feelin' real hunted
Dudes be scoopin' up yur incomprehensible words
Nuckas comin' up witha hand full of turds
Slip thru the fingers
Ya got nuckas noses in the dictionary
Slippem' my prose
Got nuckas minds playin' pictionary
And what is the pic that they see...
It's illmath saying,
"He so damn scary..."
Like Dirty Harry
You feelin' lucky punk
"POW!!"
Boy, now ya sunk.
Konwomyn uzza con, woman
A modern day plantation negress
Thinkin' tryin' too hard is white man regress
But that's all secondary
To what you mistakin'
Thordaddy don't need try
Serve these nuckas stiff, stirred n shaken
These fools spoke fo' themselves
Oops, strike that
These fool had con woman speak fo' theyselves
These nuckas be speechless
Cuz thordaddy leave 'm headless.
*yaaawwwwnnnn*
thorbaby, thorbaby
you're a flapper not a rapper,
why the regress to negress,
when empress is progress?
confess i'm a godess.
quit the dissin' its too tellin'
you're on lyrical laxatives
but your rhymes still constipated,
deplorably dissipated
'n uncomplicated in content,
i'd be content if y'leave
my name out y'game,
i'm seeking lyrical elevation
not flapper degradration
so put your fingers to the keys
& act like a King.
Wow... I was almost prompted to come out of retirement but Ms. Konwoman annihillated you effortlessly and concisely. good job tho Thorfruity. You got out your little rhyme dictionary and put in work over here at DV.net. Kudos baby. Whew.. lotta time dedicated. Ill take you over Byrd any day.
Honestly you use "internet vernacular" better than I can dream of.
"Anna nuckas favorite word"
"Anna" in lieu of "and a"... Boy u good! Sadly enough the more you rhyme the more you lose.
Ok guys lets have a dance contest and see how hard Thor will try. LOL... KonWomyn If I wasn't workin' it out with my girl I'd ask you to marry me.
Konwomyn... Yooz gone woman. Out the pic lil' chick. Try da smotha the bomb like good lil' fodder. Yur nigel boys should be feelin' all hot an' bothered. But as is case, these busters send you to be thur face. Konwomyn... The con woman. I like yur loyalty. These nigels should be treatin' ya like royalty. Royally screwed is what you get 'n return for livin' yur laws. But that loyalty's empty when konwomyn's the one witha balls.
Ill
Just stay 'n retirement
Words heavy and brittle
Just like suh-ment
Fall tada earth
Let gravity take over
My words like predators drones
Lightin' fast and likin' t'hover
Over yur dome
Like illmaf's clone
Talkin' 'n the ear
Makin' ill all crazy
Thinkin' bout comin' out retirement
When nigel so lazy!
A cunt trumped a chump!
Queen of spades beat
The King of hearts
His played out hand
Got turned out and
Outplayed again
Playa went long
But came up too short
Put her in his sights
But fell in her beaver trap
This jungle feline
Made a beeline right back
Got his gun like a strap-on
Then broke his back bareback
Turning predator to prey
From a plump white grape
To a raisin in the sun.
Even atom ant had to comment
On this huge embarassment
This little big mandingo
Bigger than a molecule yet
Not quite an ingrown follicle
Ladies so damn skeptical
"It's the size, not the swagger"
Wanting matter they can measure
Claim they can’t feel shit
When humped with a razor bump
Smaller than they clit
But atom ant insists
“Bitch, dat’s all bullshit!
Fuck your airplane hangar
I can split atoms with this wanger!"
Ill
This an 'innet massacre
Charge...
Minus 1st murder
Hate crime
Extenuating eternal factor
Punishment
Death penalty
For ill's thousand years of trauma
Thordaddy on death ro'
Ill still cryin' fo' mamma
"I'm 'bout t'blow this joint
Don't care for nuttin' but blood
Upt this point"
That's how it haz 2b
Cuz ill will will Ill to'ads me.
America 'n decay
Ill happy
Punk nigel go away
Ill sappy
Blue eye lose his way
Ill slap-happy an' hella nappy
What?
You think that pass me
You think I
CANT
C...
C
ANT
I can see
That hatin' crackas
Is code, creed, commandent
Of yur
FEEL-
OS-
SO-
FEE!
So answer the question...
Nah, I ansid'it fo' ya
That's why thordaddy
Alredee run thru ya.
Konwomyn
One two three...
Fo', five
Words you dun syphon
In'tween
Con
And
Woman
Need ta put the hyphen
Cuz lil' lady
Livin' progressively
Which means she treat white man
Aggressively
Hold on dat creed
Obsessively
No need speak cryptically
As is typically
Of those who speak mythically
Of the proclivity
Of white man and his incivility
Civil war declaration
But nigels ain't scrappin'
Left lil' ole konwomyn
To do all thay rappin'
Dayyum
I gotsa new profession
Tangling nigels up
Sendm' t'confession
"Ole Lord, don't make me uh hater...
I'm like ewok
Dude like darth vader"
"Chill son,
You ain't the only one"
Been slashed and burned
Turned and churned
Earthed and wormed
So be on yur way
I got yur admission
So see on yur way
You follow my mission
And flee on yur way
If yur in the condition
Cuz yur rhymes are dead on arrival
And arrival of yur most diabolical rival
Makes thee
need to see
time to be
like a flea
and flee the scene
I'm atomic bomb
At Nagasaki
Ghengis Khan
Ruthless, cocky
Pillage uh village
Chock full of nucka
Grab da impressionable ones
Slip'm uh sucka
Putta sweet taste in thay face
Putta smooth pace in thay veins
Putta right thought in thay brains
Changin' the way these nigels think
Changin' the smell uh these nigels that stink
Changin' the psyche uh nigels on da brink
Stuff 'bout ta get cataclysmic
Illmath upstairs, studiously
Doin' the uh'rithmetic
Yo Ill
Whatsa final calculation...
13/5-4(23+2)/8*9=
Yo daddy,
Uza 'bout da rule the nation
One step, two step
Y'all slept, Thor kept
Flinging rhymes like Rhesus poo
White boy in this hood?
Somebody holla "Whodehoo"
One time must be out
This pretender claiming clout
DV set free this wigger wannabe
Just me, or is this comedy
Must See TV
Insulting queens, taking swings
At Big Man, God MC
Lyrics make minds free
Where CNU and his hot pee?
Golden shower, before I devour
Flour boys, Satan's toys
Claiming power, lacking poise
Fat boi flow, legendary swag
Rhyme harder than Dirth Harry's mag
Numb skulls, dead brains
You feeling luck fool?
Rip hearts, shun fame
Verbal darts leave skidmarks
On shaken herbs
I'm that shhii, nah that turd
Yeah lil' magne
Come out stickin'
This cracka tho'
Turn nigel inta chicken
6.1. 200 L BeeS
Causin' more buzz
Than tabloid sleaze
This dude comes hard as rock
In place of my faith
Soul.Dead.Nigel.Carries.Black.Market.Glock
Sockit to ya...
Got workhorse in my holster
This buster dons a cubicle
Give his brain uh minor bolster
'Bout ta let illmath free
From my 1 man prison
Lock lil' magne up
For all his derision....
Oh what???
Ya thought I was done???
Ya good lil' fence sittin' Christian
With believers like you
Bible ain't worth no mention
Did I mention ya really liberal
Dress up in drag
Think ya'll cerebral
But ya stunted boy
No capacity to seperate truth from fiction
Uzza blunted toy
No capacity ta tell righteousness from deriliction
Cuz you relativist
Thinkin' God is all autonomous
That's just yur wish boy
So ya k'b uh radical autonomist
Think you got us fooled with yur commitment
If liberal fool
Ain't no such thing in yur existence...
Hey lil' magne...
Know yur weakness
Lil' magne
It's the battle 'tween
The Truth
And yur overall nigelness...
It's the schism
In yur prism
Cause the chasm
In yur vision
Cuz homey's story didn't start
Fo' hundred years ago on the Mayflower
Rather, started thirty odd years ago
With sum conceptual power...
Yur moms and dad dun thought ya
Brought to earth
And then mis-taught ya
Took ya story back way too far
But not far enough
Fo'ya t'getta look at the face offa African slave czar...
Primitive entreprenuer
Sold ya to an alien nation
All these years later
Don't blame ole nucka fo'ya station
Turn the station
See lil' man doggin' out his nation
He par for da course
Ole nucka be his Master
Wrote lil' magne story centuries ago
Now lil' magne think itz disaster...
Oops, got caught
Doin' all that stereotypin'
Sayin' lil' magne life sucks
Accused of serial hypin'
Of course
Lil' magne say life is beautiful
Combattin' racism
Cuz lil' nigel is dutiful
Pitiful in fact
Braggin' 'bout bein' so lucky
When the rest of his brothaz
Is broke, BLACK and chunky
Cuz bein' black is evidence of oppression
The question is...?
How lil' magne break frumda white man's 500 year slave session????
Lil' man
Riddle me this...
Ain't no such thang as "actin' black"
Why tho' "wigga" out lika diss
And if "wigga" uh diss
Then ain't you sayin'
Black man don't exist
Cuz only uh white sucka
Mimic the moves
Of the Almighty Nucka
Cuz imitatin' the nigel
Put cracka 6 feet unda...
Or, am I outta wack
Cuz actin' "wigga"
IS actin' black
Mirrorin' the advantageous
Reflectin' greater supremacy
Call thordaddy "wigga" just t'be salacious
But I'll be gracious
Tell ya what ya mean
How ya become a replicator of the meme
Says be real scared
When whitey exist
Be real giggly
When whitey desist...
Lil' magne
How 'bout this lil'
Hegelian dialectic head-fakin'
DV just thordaddy
Minus 'bout fifteen pounds bacon
Self-evident supremacists
Cuz we seek superiority
Self-evident polemicists
Cuz we seek the other's inferiority
Ain't no evil in that
As long as ain't violent
But you still fakin'
Like yur strangled, hosed and silent...
Lil' magne
Can't you see
I'm relentless
Chase a nigel from Dego
All the way to Memphis
Bring the nigel back
Teachin' him a lesson
Be so magnanimous
Pay HIM for the session
Say kid be gone
Try to be a man
It could take real long
Especially if ya attach to nigel thinkin'
This line uh thought
Send a nigel sinkin'
In2the abyss
Where he will miss
All that exists
He exists as a puppet of his beliefs
Not really though
That's just what he sells to the thiefs
The redistributionists
Seeking reparations
Cut throat politics
Tearin' through the nation
But nigel bereft of big creations
Like buying a country
And buildin' a nation
Preaches integration
Lives segregation
Infuses his politics
And rips apart a nation
Time for cessation
Of the molestation
Of mother America
My LOYAL nation...
Ain't read what you wrote
Don't have the time
Besides I can quote
Every single line
"I'm Thor, look at me
Please, somebody?"
You thirsty son
DV gave you a mercy run
You bit Ill, then you jacked Wayne
In love with "nucka" and "magne"
Typical cracka swagga jack
Next you yelling, I created rap!
Nevermind, I ignored my clue
Slipped up and paid you
That attention you lusting for
What Poe said?
Nevermore
Big Man Nice!
Next you yelling, I created rap!
lol ... ahhhhh. That's pretty funny.
And Mike Fisher would introduce us to the "Global System of White Rap Supremacy".
But ...
But ...
But ...
The boy was sayin' summin':
"Preaches integration
Lives segregation
Infuses his politics
And rips apart a nation
Time for cessation
Of the molestation
Of mother America
My LOYAL nation... "
I mean.
DV call 'em like he see 'em
TD tryin' to warn the Goyim
Come on, son
This just uh practice run...
You know me
Blunt the proxy
Stunt the enemy!!!
Got skin thicker than Serena's booty
Lil' man quotin' Edgar Allan
Got'em all fruity...
Pebbles in his sneakers
Be twitchin'
Like East county tweakers
Weaker than me
Cuz ya ain't a seeker like me
Of truth and consequence
In this reality....
DV and his pet
Ain't you bored yet
With this strange fruit
He piss on the floor
You holla, "Cute!"
See me
I just smell pee
Box his nose
Flip my prose
Mutts yappin'
Suckas rappin'
DV dappin'
Internet clowns
Mentally locked down
Like the Juice
I holla "Free OJ"
Chunk da deuce
thordaddy, thordaddy, you tha kingdaddy, son;
a crown not a frown
is what i wear on my throne,
Ill you're the illest, slickest with the sweetness
'scuse me while i blush
at this lyrical crush,
now you treat ms lady
right n keep it tight
like romeo not homer-doh.
fist ta daddy dubya,
y'know i don't swear so i can't say yo' name ;)
keep battlin' bigman,
you say you tha deuce,
but let's see whose
really got tha juice.
so 'scuse me again,
while i flip the scrip'
n' bus' a sermon from hermon
to burn the pulpits
preachin' fictions,
drinkin' Jesus blood,
flooding they guts wit Jesus flesh
n' toastin' crucifixion
instead'o Resurrection,
so don't look for me in they pews
i'm suppin' ital with my jews
drummin' binghi beats so hard
i got beatniks
vibin' to Blackbeats,
n' ravers rippin'
'frobeats for breakbeats
bustin' wacky two-steps
pullin' screwface when i buss up the floor.
i mash up tha riddim,
put they beat in recession,
call a funeral procession.
dem got no chance with my chants
cuz i don't really do raps, but
wraps of kente
stitched in floetry
so beautiful, so bright
God's Sun is called Eve.
mmm mmm mmm!!!! KW
Poorbaby. I stopped reading your posts (posts not flows) a looooooong time ago bro. Your boring. You don't get it. Im beyond you. . A lame is a lame is a lame. You're devilish and simple. Im a King baby boy stop squawkin'. Damn your energy is like a fucking vacuum.
Oh snap! is Thorcaddy one of my hebrew brothas? You know Illmath rides with the jews. I thought you were the typical inbred redneck like Bryd. I might even battle you if you're jewish. You may then be on my level.
Konwomyn
Chunk da deuce mean "bye"
Where grub Red Beans and Popeyes
Two fingers up, grill in the mouth
What y'all niggas really know
'Bout that Dirth South
Dem boys there spit ill
Goodie M.O.B, OutKast, UGK trill
Me, I ain't got that feel
Just chilling and playing
Bragging and slaying
Weak suckas, dumb and frail
While I flow old school
Like Superfly and coke nails
Big, bouncing afros,
Hot pants and go-go boots
Back when YT got scared
Cause Haley exposed Roots
Those were days Alice
Yelling like Archie Bunker
When black was beautiful
And Doctors were dunkers
I wasn't even a twinkle
In Pop's clear sight
But I still know nostalgia
Sitting up at night
My boy thordaddy tearin shit up
Whatch'yall gots to say
With a one two fools can't even play
Caught you fools slippin
Probly on the block sippin
Waitin for a CVS door to kick in
http://weblog.signonsandiego.com/news/breaking/2009/08/cvs_robbed_in_san_diego.html
Thought I was bullshitin
DV, this spot is hot
but I aint forgot
That we evolved from the plantation to the block
That's why I keep my hand on my glock
cuz niggas swear they see a mark
anywhere that my escalade park
Science be a candle light in the dark
Religion is just an ill wind, sorta like the smell of a fart
And I'm no prophet, I speak truth so don't dodge it
A man turning into an owl is straight nonsense
Peace!!
Da Global System of Black Supremacy
Is a strait-up asinine illegitimacy
A product of an enslaved mind
Posting pictures of nude behinds
He who demonstrates reactionary masculinity
Has weird ideas from here to infinity
Thinks the captive of imperial elitists
Is God’s Son, though he’s the weakest
President since the Peanut Farmer
The Eloquent Warlock is quite the Charmer
Married a girl from South Carolina
The White House has never seen nothin finer
The Complex and Goldman controlling his fate
Had Messy Jesse threatening to castrate
Scared as Hell of the Zionist AIPAC
He’ll never measure up to the Panther Tupac
Black folks hoping he’ll turn out great
But the spine is missing from this invertebrate
Runnin from race like a Derby Colt,
The long-legged Mack Daddy is Usain Bolt
This dood above
Like Carlton on steroid
Fresher than tha prince
Some kinda new black android
Mind be like a linear program
Thought Barack Obama
Was the black man's black man
Nah fool!!!
This dood autonmist...
Doing his thang
And mr. Bradley
Sittin' back critiquin' his game
That's no shame
'Cept ur analysis
Is oh so lame
Check it...
This dood lookin' to create some grand memes
Maybe a Caliphate
Maybe a left-wing mind control machine...
But make no mistake
This prez ain't 'spandin' ur freedum
In the words of DV
U just be "dum dum..."
Flash n tha pan
Is tha ash n the can
This dood Barack
Turnin' out 2b uh diabolical Stan...
Nigels put the butt out
Getta proctological exam
Been uh psychologically scammed
Neurologically bland
Is tha hand u wur dealt
Carryin' Obama invisible imprint
Lika slave gettin' uh whippin', wearin' da welt...
To be continued...
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