Three Piece Suit

[The Gonz]

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In the morgue explorin yer organs with axes/
Bored, lookin for the source of yer wackness/
Never thought I'd resort to these courses of action/
Just to be warmer than torches and matches/
Its a war between the tortoise and rabbits/
Just to be adored and awarded the fastest/
I'm lookin forward toward the Lord when I'm askin/
Why we're forced to be born in these caskets/
We're never warned of the storm til it passes/
As we mourn for those who were torn from the masses/
Once the score is subtracted, the game is over/
Frame chained to boulders, trying to tame a soldier/
Blame the disorders but guilt is the cornerstone/
Cold hearts need affection cuz their bodies can't warm their own/
Queen torn from throne, ego stripped of a crown/
Grabbed the script from her mouth and flipped it around/


They say that roses are red but my heart is the bluest/
As I move close to the edge, its gettin harder to do it/
I'm at rock bottom even though I'm on top of the roof/
Looking down at the world doesn't stop the abuse/
Its the way of the earth, so much hatred it hurts/
All the people below just sit and wait for the worst/
Paramedics and cops, cameras set for the shot/
I hear em on the megaphones trying to get me to stop/
Its the coward way but life has a sour flavor/
If I jump, it'll be on YouTube an hour later/
Its now or never, but my thoughts are clouded with/
How we doubted shit, but you can't talk me out of it/
This is how it is, I've come to accept the facts/
Death is fast in this land obsessed with sex and cash/
The next step's the last, I lean and leap for truth/
A sweet excuse, I reach and release the chute/


I could never believe that I'm destined for greatness/
That would be far too stretched of a statement/
But if there's ever a day I'm in a position to speak/
And all the masses have gathered to listen to me/
Would I try to entertain them or deliver a message/
Select an issue and make sure my scriptures address it/
Or would I give in to the hottest trends at the time/
And conform to pop culture's sensless design/
Jump aboard the bandwagon and ride til it crashes/
Get back on my feet and dig my pride from the ashes/
Denied of a classic, too busy following the trends/
My message could have been timeless, not hollow in the end/
I had the ears of the world but I wasted the music/
Had the freedom of speech but refrained from its usage/
If you ever had wine, would you trade it for bread?/
I'd rather state how I feel and be hated instead/

Fuck it, call it Three Piece Suit and a clip-on tie!


I got that prep swagger, attire is American Eagle/
I'm evil, when you retire I'll be there with a needle/
This is euthanasia, lyrical lethal injection/
This is The Beatles with weapons, attack an easel in seconds/
A perfect picture, whisperin verbs, the words are rippin her/
Grabbin her shirt and kickin her til every nerve is perpendicular/
I work with integers, I've got the power of numbers/
Sour with hunger, Ruckus will devour a hunter/
I top the food chain, stop, yer crews lame/
I know the art of kickin shit like the socks of Lui Kang/
I'll mock a dude's name til hes split from the torment/
Yall need to wake up if you thought my sickness was dormant/
Turn a kid to an orphan, its six in the mornin/
I slipped in the door then relieved my victim of foreskin/
Yeah I make house calls, this is Ruckus the Rabbi/
Fuck it I cant lie, my dick's stuck in my pants fly/

[-MenaCe-]

Ruckus:


In the morgue explorin yer organs with axes/
Bored, lookin for the source of yer wackness/
Never thought I'd resort to these courses of action/
Just to be warmer than torches and matches/
Its a war between the tortoise and rabbits/
Just to be adored and awarded the fastest/
I'm lookin forward toward the Lord when I'm askin/
Why we're forced to be born in these caskets/
We're never warned of the storm til it passes/
As we mourn for those who were torn from the masses/
Once the score is subtracted, the game is over/
Frame chained to boulders, trying to tame a soldier/
Blame the disorders but guilt is the cornerstone/
Cold hearts need affection cuz their bodies can't warm their own/
Queen torn from throne, ego stripped of a crown/
Grabbed the script from her mouth and flipped it around/

-Nice Shit. Flow is on point. Wordplay is Sick.

They say that roses are red but my heart is the bluest/
As I move close to the edge, its gettin harder to do it/
I'm at rock bottom even though I'm on top of the roof/
Looking down at the world doesn't stop the abuse/
Its the way of the earth, so much hatred it hurts/
All the people below just sit and wait for the worst/
Paramedics and cops, cameras set for the shot/
I hear em on the megaphones trying to get me to stop/
Its the coward way but life has a sour flavor/
If I jump, it'll be on YouTube an hour later/
Its now or never, but my thoughts are clouded with/
How we doubted shit, but you can't talk me out of it/
This is how it is, I've come to accept the facts/
Death is fast in this land obsessed with sex and cash/
The next step's the last, I lean and leap for truth/
A sweet excuse, I reach and release the chute/

-Nice. On Point with everything, story gettin better.

I could never believe that I'm destined for greatness/
That would be far too stretched of a statement/
But if there's ever a day I'm in a position to speak/
And all the masses have gathered to listen to me/
Would I try to entertain them or deliver a message/
Select an issue and make sure my scriptures address it/
Or would I give in to the hottest trends at the time/
And conform to pop culture's sensless design/
Jump aboard the bandwagon and ride til it crashes/
Get back on my feet and dig my pride from the ashes/
Denied of a classic, too busy following the trends/
My message could have been timeless, not hollow in the end/
I had the ears of the world but I wasted the music/
Had the freedom of speech but refrained from its usage/
If you ever had wine, would you trade it for bread?/
I'd rather state how I feel and be hated instead/

- Good Shit!


Fuck it, call it Three Piece Suit and a clip-on tie!


I got that prep swagger, attire is American Eagle/
I'm evil, when you retire I'll be there with a needle/
This is euthanasia, lyrical lethal injection/
This is The Beatles with weapons, attack an easel in seconds/
A perfect picture, whisperin verbs, the words are rippin her/
Grabbin her shirt and kickin her til every nerve is perpendicular/
I work with integers, I've got the power of numbers/
Sour with hunger, Ruckus will devour a hunter/
I top the food chain, stop, yer crews lame/
I know the art of kickin shit like the socks of Lui Kang/
I'll mock a dude's name til hes split from the torment/
Yall need to wake up if you thought my sickness was dormant/
Turn a kid to an orphan, its six in the mornin/
I slipped in the door then relieved my victim of foreskin/
Yeah I make house calls, this is Ruckus the Rabbi/
Fuck it I cant lie, my dick's stuck in my pants fly/

-Sick Ending last line kinda out there tho lol.




This drop was delivered perfect and madd creative the wordplay was on point. Nice Drop Ruck.

[Haz]

n the morgue explorin yer organs with axes/
Bored, lookin for the source of yer wackness/
Never thought I'd resort to these courses of action/
Just to be warmer than torches and matches/
Its a war between the tortoise and rabbits/
Just to be adored and awarded the fastest/
I'm lookin forward toward the Lord when I'm askin/
Why we're forced to be born in these caskets/
We're never warned of the storm til it passes/
As we mourn for those who were torn from the masses/

Nice Way To kick It Off .. Flow's Sickning..


Once the score is subtracted, the game is over/
Frame chained to boulders, trying to tame a soldier/
Blame the disorders but guilt is the cornerstone/
Cold hearts need affection cuz their bodies can't warm their own/
Queen torn from throne, ego stripped of a crown/
Grabbed the script from her mouth and flipped it around/

This Was Alright..


They say that roses are red but my heart is the bluest/
As I move close to the edge, its gettin harder to do it/
I'm at rock bottom even though I'm on top of the roof/
Looking down at the world doesn't stop the abuse/
Its the way of the earth, so much hatred it hurts/
All the people below just sit and wait for the worst/
Paramedics and cops, cameras set for the shot/
I hear em on the megaphones trying to get me to stop/

ill ..


Its the coward way but life has a sour flavor/
If I jump, it'll be on YouTube an hour later/
Its now or never, but my thoughts are clouded with/
How we doubted shit, but you can't talk me out of it/
This is how it is, I've come to accept the facts/
Death is fast in this land obsessed with sex and cash/
The next step's the last, I lean and leap for truth/
A sweet excuse, I reach and release the chute/


I could never believe that I'm destined for greatness/
That would be far too stretched of a statement/
But if there's ever a day I'm in a position to speak/
And all the masses have gathered to listen to me/
Would I try to entertain them or deliver a message/
Select an issue and make sure my scriptures address it/
Or would I give in to the hottest trends at the time/
And conform to pop culture's sensless design/


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BANANAZ!!!...


Jump aboard the bandwagon and ride til it crashes/
Get back on my feet and dig my pride from the ashes/
Denied of a classic, too busy following the trends/
My message could have been timeless, not hollow in the end/
I had the ears of the world but I wasted the music/
Had the freedom of speech but refrained from its usage/
If you ever had wine, would you trade it for bread?/
I'd rather state how I feel and be hated instead/

This was Alright ..

Fuck it, call it Three Piece Suit and a clip-on tie!


I got that prep swagger, attire is American Eagle/
I'm evil, when you retire I'll be there with a needle/
This is euthanasia, lyrical lethal injection/
This is The Beatles with weapons, attack an easel in seconds/

This Didnt Appeal To Me ..

A perfect picture, whisperin verbs, the words are rippin her/
Grabbin her shirt and kickin her til every nerve is perpendicular/

Alright..

I work with integers, I've got the power of numbers/
Sour with hunger, Ruckus will devour a hunter/

Sounds Like Ransom .. Shit's Raw..


I top the food chain, stop, yer crews lame/
I know the art of kickin shit like the socks of Lui Kang/

No..


I'll mock a dude's name til hes split from the torment/
Yall need to wake up if you thought my sickness was dormant/

Lol

Turn a kid to an orphan, its six in the mornin/
I slipped in the door then relieved my victim of foreskin/

Raw..

Yeah I make house calls, this is Ruckus the Rabbi/
Fuck it I cant lie, my dick's stuck in my pants fly/

Straight Endin ..


Solid Piece Homie.. Good shit..

[The Gonz]

Haha thanks man. Yeah that last verse I threw in was just some shit i dropped quickly in the shoutbox and added for shits and giggles. Preciate the feed yall.

[complexity]

Haha thanks man. Yeah that last verse I threw in was just some shit i dropped quickly in the shoutbox and added for shits and giggles. Preciate the feed yall.

The first had the sickest rhyme scheme.

The second was well worth reading.

The third verse was by far my favorite. The whole denied of a classic line was ridiculous.

The fourth had good punches and wordplay. I liked the other three verses better though.

Overall: 9.2/10

You're definitely @ the top of the list for Illest writers. This piece proves that.

[The Gonz]

Uppin, this shit is nice

[JHaze]

haha yes it is^, what can i say man your wordplay and mutlies, flow, everything is there and its always consistent, whole first verse is quoteable, second is ill, third is crazy and i liked how you ended it, the 4th has some nice punchlines, good shit man

[The Gonz]

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