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Kind of taking some of my lines from the shoutbox and some new ones thus forming a freestyle/written type of deal.

If you have a minute, sit and listen closely
to a dope MC
its catacyclismic, when I roast beats
lyrics mad sadistic like a fag with lip stick
this is past specifics, this is the facts of business
I craft my hitlist then smash these bitches
this is eminem at the rap olympics
with just a pen an a pad, I create a track in minutes
that leaves an everlasting image
I write shit as abstract as physics
fuck, i put so much passion in it
this isn't an act or gimmick
its like the government is testing a massive sickness
rash and itches, clap and syphilis
I attack my shit list, fast and vicious
with rapid disses that cut deep like jagged dishes
bagging bitches, honestly, i should post anonymously
evil geniuses, this isn't comedy, this is like ekoms and me
going on a bombing spree, we never have been drama free
ever since we came upon the scene, we've chronically
been droppin monster keys, I'm back to battle mode
attacking flows, smash an average joe to a rappin pro
I catapult to raps plateau, head back below to clash with foes
then come back from my sabbatical with ghatz that blast ya slow
I keep the max open like that save by the bell episode
magical, think rational, key like international, an MC past his prime
still cracking minds, back to shine, on top again in half the time
thrashing guys my career is maximized its like I'm god spitting
i say this without a thought given, i'm in a class of my own, i have autism
I'm so hip hop, I believe in my rapping, plus I can keep the ghat in my palm
while I'm completing a back spin
when I leap into action, defeat and attacking, you suck, speakin of lacking
keeping the mac ten, gun up, squeaking and clappin, till the suns up
even sleeping and strapping, come up, get beat in and smashed in
it was dumb luck, he isn't lasting, dumb fuck, the people are trapped in
if i run up, with an eagle and blasting, jump up, I cause an upheaval when packin
when the ghatz tucked, five seconds and a sequel will happen
I'm back up causing an equal lethal reaction, the most evil imagined
you can't see that I have it, until I reach in my jacket
you see it I clap it, 100 times, we are a species of habit
a clip through each of you faggots, I'm ethering each of them
with heat, i'm off the meter then, or at least teetering
i'm a man of legend, who can get tribal, or i'm a legend of man like the bible
girls get pregnant and plan to have a child with half my style
this is style that i mastered while i was a bastard child
my best work is hidden away like catholic files of pastor trials
trashing rivals, acting pyscho, the facts are trifle until I react with rifles
or an axe to dice foes, i got more tracks than michael, complex knows his math
I expose your raps, I chose this path, you expect my foes to last
I fold them fast like clothes, I roll in cash like hoes, I already know ur wack
so why show me that golden plaque, I don't even respect those who passed
fuck loading ghatz, give me the bullets, I'll throw them at you
you'll respect my art when you see the full body of my work like roman statues

Pure sickness. Lovin the multies, lots of witty lines, the closer was a great touch. Its quite obvious that this writing style is very easy for you.

That it does. Thanks for the feedback.

Sorry about the structure like I said a couple of the bars were freestyled lines.

Yo this whole shit was FIRE from start to finish you had alot of sick lines and witty wordplay in there..

Good Shyt!..

hot fire...made my mouse heat up n my screen change colors...lol...good shit man...good to see u still got it





Gramps LOL

f you have a minute, sit and listen closely
to a dope MC
its catacyclismic, when I roast beats
lyrics mad sadistic like a fag with lip stick
this is past specifics, this is the facts of business
I craft my hitlist then smash these bitches
this is eminem at the rap olympics

Raw As Fuck.. Lmfao


with just a pen an a pad, I create a track in minutes
that leaves an everlasting image
I write shit as abstract as physics
fuck, i put so much passion in it
this isn't an act or gimmick
its like the government is testing a massive sickness
rash and itches, clap and syphilis
I attack my shit list, fast and vicious
with rapid disses that cut deep like jagged dishes
bagging bitches, honestly, i should post anonymously
evil geniuses, this isn't comedy, this is like ekoms and me
going on a bombing spree,

Damn Plex.. You Stringed Together Your Rhyme Scheme So Nice...
Massive sickness was Sick.. Abstract as Physics LoL
Rapid Disses That Cut Deep Like Jagged Dishes Was Nice...

we never have been drama free
ever since we came upon the scene, we've chronically
been droppin monster keys, I'm back to battle mode
attacking flows, smash an average joe to a rappin pro
I catapult to raps plateau, head back below to clash with foes
then come back from my sabbatical with ghatz that blast ya slow

Cool...Kind Of Like a Pause...




I keep the max open like that save by the bell episode
magical, think rational, key like international, an MC past his prime
still cracking minds, back to shine, on top again in half the time
thrashing guys my career is maximized its like I'm god spitting
i say this without a thought given, i'm in a class of my own, i have autism

LMAO! Last Line...




I'm so hip hop, I believe in my rapping, plus I can keep the ghat in my palm
while I'm completing a back spin
when I leap into action, defeat and attacking, you suck, speakin of lacking
keeping the mac ten, gun up, squeaking and clappin, till the suns up
even sleeping and strapping, come up, get beat in and smashed in
it was dumb luck, he isn't lasting, dumb fuck, the people are trapped in
if i run up,

Shit Seriously Reminded Me Of Freeway's Style... Love How you Put This Part Together...



I'm back up causing an equal lethal reaction, the most evil imagined
you can't see that I have it, until I reach in my jacket
you see it I clap it, 100 times, we are a species of habit
a clip through each of you faggots, I'm ethering each of them
with heat, i'm off the meter then, or at least teetering
i'm a man of legend, who can get tribal, or i'm a legend of man like the bible

Decent..Strung Together Nice...


girls get pregnant and plan to have a child with half my style
this is style that i mastered while i was an acid child

Didnt Like This line.


my best work is hidden away like catholic files of pastor trials

Tough As Hell...


trashing rivals, acting pyscho, the facts are trifle until I react with rifles
or an axe to dice foes, i got more tracks than michael, complex knows his math
I expose your raps, I chose this path, you expect my foes to last
I fold them fast like clothes, I roll in cash like hoes, I already know ur wack
so why show me that golden plaque, I don't even respect those who passed
fuck loading ghatz, give me the bullets, I'll throw them at you
you'll respect my art when you see the full body of my work like roman statues

You Def Went in.. Enjoyed How you Ended Your Verse.. Something About The Last Line Got Me Buggin LoL it's Raw But you Should play Around with it a Lil



Anyways This Drop Was Raw...
Consistent As Hell..Your a Good Writer.

It sucked that is what got you. I appreciate the feedback.

damn this shit was just venomous!!!! fuckin fire bit by bit man good to see the old plex back doin his thing just droppin raw shit man... keep it up i like these text styles u write up dooooope!!!!!!

yep you still got it.


my favourite part was the closing section

you can't see that I have it, until I reach in my jacket
you see it I clap it, 100 times, we are a species of habit
a clip through each of you faggots, I'm ethering each of them
with heat, i'm off the meter then, or at least teetering
i'm a man of legend, who can get tribal, or i'm a legend of man like the bible
girls get pregnant and plan to have a child with half my style
this is style that i mastered while i was an acid child
my best work is hidden away like catholic files of pastor trials
trashing rivals, acting pyscho, the facts are trifle until I react with rifles
or an axe to dice foes, i got more tracks than michael, complex knows his math
I expose your raps, I chose this path, you expect my foes to last
I fold them fast like clothes, I roll in cash like hoes, I already know ur wack
so why show me that golden plaque, I don't even respect those who passed
fuck loading ghatz, give me the bullets, I'll throw them at you
you'll respect my art when you see the full body of my work like roman statues


it was borderline too many bars and i wasnt feeling the section which preceeded the above highlighted. it just seemed like rhyming for the sake of it and you werent saying much.

I'm so hip hop, I believe in my rapping, plus I can keep the ghat in my palm
while I'm completing a back spin
when I leap into action, defeat and attacking, you suck, speakin of lacking
keeping the mac ten, gun up, squeaking and clappin, till the suns up
even sleeping and strapping, come up, get beat in and smashed in
it was dumb luck, he isn't lasting, dumb fuck, the people are trapped in
if i run up, with an eagle and blasting, jump up, I cause an upheaval when packin
^^^^^
i would of left this out

u had lots of witty lines throughout. for example

i say this without a thought given, i'm in a class of my own, i have autism


also you had nice rhyme schemes and im impressed how you can maintain the same rhyme for so long while keeping it interesting. its easy to spit a bunch of multis but on the whole you do it without comprimising the verse

this shit was sick great witty linces nice wordlplay and excellent multis throught which made your flow great that drop was fire

Yes. C4. Those were kind of uncharacteristic lines that I wrote in the shoutbox a few weeks ago. The only reason that I even kept them in because I'm in love with the line, I keep a ghat in my palm while I'm completing backspin, I don't know why, lol.

This shit was fluckin' rediculous, homie...
I'd quote some dope lines, but then I'd have to
copy & paste the whole verse, long shit tends to get
slept on, but any real MC can recognize that it takes
more talent and skill to stay consistent and not run
outa lyrical steam when you craft a long joint.
this shit was on point and ill all the way through,
the structure and multies was crazy, one of the illest
joints I've seen from you, stay droppin' that hot shit.

okey, for the foreign guys, u need to explain catacyclismic!


first of all, u make me look bad, so i don't like u anymore! secondly, i don't really need to anything deeper into this then saying, yup man - u still got it, the evil genius is a fuckin lyrical one! the first 14 bars or sth (don't remember the exact number) was sick. no more comments needed .. didn't quite feel your kept that level goin tho, but u picked it up again towards the end .. if i remember right, u'll prolly say this isn't even close to what u can do, sooo i'm kinda lookin forward to the next one! only thing i'd like to say is that i think u get more out of your lines when u shorten them down, like the beginning, it just sounds sick when u put all those multies together like that ..