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Hip Hop stretches my imagination, puts me in a chokehold, death by strangulation
my throats cold like condensation, everything I've wrotes old and still contains
valuable information, my skills the same "infallible" I'll kill your brain
while mine remains flawless, my sustained knowledge, beats any named college
I train emcees daily, to write with excellence, and to fight with aggressiveness
best yet to step on the mic because your a specialist in your profession
I recite as a professional - destined to be hip hops extraterrestrial
if the shits hot, instantly it's not original, that makes me invincible
look how the god raps, your wordplay is over my head like a lobpass
I'm thought as one of the greatest, on Illest and I aint even got a podcast
that's not a diss, that's a fact, theres no politics in that
big time like a christopher wallace watch, I'm actually the novelist of rap
watch, I'll break emcees down like ice, when I'm not even around the mic
I can spit multis still soundin nice, i got what they never found in christ


i'm trapped in a cage like a creature//the walls are a theater, and i'm the number one feature//why didn't I listen to my teachers//walking around wearing a no fear t-shirt//its hot as hell, do I have a fever//why won't that bro, give me some reefer//i need to calm down, i feel like i'm having a seizure//i should ask the guard, when i get my leisure//lately i've wrote more books then caesar//whats up with these, weird looks from my keeper//i know he likes my as a friend is it deeper//he tries to put a move on me, he'll be put in a sleeper//before i was the reeper//how the fuck am i the sweeper//damn, could these clothes be cheaper//fuckng guards, turn down the heater//they must have broke the meter//earlier i spoke to peter//he was happy or choked, maybe neither//damn its hot, i wonder if jayz said that after Either//i need a breather//why do i hear screams//my girfriend, did I just see her//hope she doesnt hate me for being a cheater//at least I wasn't a beater//dumb bitch I should have leaved her//who the fuck is that crying//wait its my mom, like the night with Sirens//everything is Shining//feels like my life is defining??//earlier what were them papers, i was signing//wheres my lawyer, dining//why can't i stop rhyming//when i got arrested it was bad timing//i was going to go rock climing//no fear of dieng//what do i hear, is it my mind again//what happened to my pen//i need oxygen, this shit is toxin//i feel like my heart is dropping//if i die, do i get a coffin//i'm feeling really dizzy, and i'm coughing//this guy was trying to talk to me//he said something like last request//that would mean before my death//how the fuck could i forget//i was never this high on meth//my life has nothing left//put me below with more depth//then I lost my neck//

... Plex will hang on to the ropes, he will never fall off, I've been haunted by ghost, my vocabulary is to extensive to respond to your posts, so on with the show...give you a dose of the phenomenal flow, enclosed in the embodiment of what only the kids who are to hot to spit that text with novices besides me that means theres no good topics, plus no good droppers, all these kids thinkin they coming up with new tactics..not true, they should be moving all my drops to old school classics..learning from the best, it's time I ink my past, and they can follow the trail from the start, linked to success, so they can reach their potential at the half way mark, acting like my flow isn't nice, cuz they can't follow the scheme, criticize my work as all of them dream to be half this dope, do I really disappoint? or is it that the flow is at a point where I'm drawing circles around myself, arms turning purple cuz I'm breaking joints...

ill sample ur tracks with a handful of understandable raps
then dismantle ur ass with a can full of flammable gas
throw his ash in the ocean, he could never handle his past
like our battle that got promotion, but he canceled the match
wait for the ammo to blast, i drop like an anvil on tracks
ekoms is an example of wack, i can easily trample him flat
others emcees are gentle with him, cuz hes a mental victim
I sensed him slipping, its not like I really meant ta rip him
but now Im getting rid of smoke like Im against addiction
feel the intensive friction cuz like Fed-Ex I sent him shipping
the crucifixion of a useless chicken with my newest spitten
so ekoms get down on your knees like my music is christian

Fuck myspace rappers, I'll crush your mental state
Invade columbia like Chavez, bust your demo tape
I don't give a fuck about you, you ain't got to fake here
acting like you got more plays than shakespeare
and 08 is going to be your great year
you might not be homo, that's mean your straight queer
it's nothing to own ya
rip out your vocals chords with a fucking Tacoma
put ya in a coma and laugh, I'll even stone ya
bring ya death quicker than mesothelioma
you'll should respect me for no other reason
then I came first like Adam in the garden of eden



You got fake-scars, I laugh everytime you pull the race-card
how about I teach you how to make-bars?
as I take-charge, no battery, leave your face-charred
full of holes like the galaxy, you aint got a safeguard
all i got to do is show him reality
that's a fact, i don't need an all knowing mentality
calling me out is stupid, you're not going to battle me
you're just going to prove your own mortality
which is fine, spit a rhyme, it's safe to say
you won't learn shit, only a loss you'll take away
it's like a war, you want to show your dedication
you need medication, you can't even breathe
you're seeing your face man, and can't even see
what your facing, believe, you don't have a shot bro
if you give you will receive seems to be your motto
all this tough talk, fuck it, i'm sick of being interrupted
check +classic material+ on that subject
that's nothing, check +I'm a Champion+ that's ill, I just bust it
with skill, like fuck it, and kill, the track with will, i can't give justice
even historians won't able to deconstruct it


i don't think everyone has my style, that's just one of your mistakes
if they do, my child has been abducted, where is Nancy Grace?

moving weight about to shake this industrys feet
i aint in the streets Im on the mic faggots, making the heat
I hold rap accountable for creating a beast
the Illest Lyrics are laced in the beat ready to feast
you aint ready for me I piece together every flow perfect
ice-cold verses I leak are released through the devils worship
the worst is yet-to-come, im about to annex-the-sun
the time to reflect-is-done,you better check-your-gun and than-run
cuz the end-comes quicker than a second
youll get the message even if its trapped in a bottle
motherfucker I know my piss is hard to swallow
its like Im from another galaxy I could be named a star tomorrow
cuz the industry is weak and the bar is hollow,
im about to benchpress with it, been tested against all the veterans
the results were negative, none could walk in the shoes I step in
my aggression is unmatched, on every track I never hold back
no flack, no lack-luster tracks I aint busta, ill just bust ya back
like a soda can crush-ya-flat slash open cap glass who else must-i-trash
to get this point across, I could join-a-moss like sub-sist
and fuck dozens of wifes with to many husbands to write
and still wont give a fuck about your religion, its an easy decision
I wont be a victim to documentation that was written before i was living
stuck in a prison like every other fucking christian
i dont even give a fuck to diss em, I dont give a fuck enough to listen
i dont give a fuck enough to even sit with them, i dont give a fuck to even rip with them
spit with them, id rather just see their lips missing, its fiction and sickening

~plex
yo, its time we get personal
i was the first to show originality
n when the curtains close
nobody knows what happens to complexity...
~critics
is he reaching his destiny
does he believe hes the best emcee
can he master his skill even professionally
are multisyllables really his speciality
will he take that extra leap of fate
especially when it comes to heavy weights
is he already late, when that levi breaks
will he be there to shut those gates
why does he come off like he is two faced
hes always tripping while we are kicking
who tied together his shoe lace
are him and ekoms really still ripping
wheres this new phase, the audio
its been a year, and its still missing
i want a godly flow, i really would listen
but I cant hear shit, cant put the disc in
why is he always bitching about being busy
tell me why sometimes he dont spit critically
is he egotistical, or does he think he is shitty
does he hate god, jesus is with me
I love America, why is he is so picky

~plex
yo...put yourself in my position
Im an agnostic that acts like a christian
rap like Im a psychopath
blasting depictions before I even write a track
yes, i work all day and my life is crap
spit poison like I syphon gas
yet hold back when the mic is passed
cuz i want the hype to last
despite the fact, I have no ego
cuz I type a rap, and have a decent flow
people are just shifty and make it believable
the best emcee, not even close
like the moon and the earths distance
see my foes paint a picture thats inconsistent
try to spend less time with the semantics
I do text cuz the illiterates cant understand it
still Im shitty repping sets uncandid
Ill admit it, cuz like satellite youll demand it
me and ekoms are still laying it down
but dont test me, ill rock your planet
put my hand behind my back
and lay you down single handed
now its time you rewind the track

I'm hexed;cursed if I'm blessed with death first
the stress hurt, dont cry, you saw my best work
I was an expert, from here it can only get worst
I should quit this shit before my next verse
if i left earth,take my excerpts,from my book of rhymes
see how I took the time when you look and find
intelligence that hides on one side of a crooked mind
comes to foes you never saw any shook as mine
with one foot behind trying to stay ahead of satan
keep my head out the clouds, no meditation
flow dedication, i'm ready for what evers waiting
chocolate is sweet but revenge is better tasting
this is preparation for my final exodos
exit, split, that's an unexpected twist

we have no problem jacking ya fam, shooting gatz out the back of a van//
I know your style like the back of my hand//
best flow in rap, I got style like Kurse, wearing my eskimo hat//
got gatz that go tat-tat, even rhino can hear the echo on that//
I'm the dare devil, prepare medal, wear a sombrero like Ekoms, rock apparel like rocawear// (no)
let me you stop you there, my rocks have glare, bling so thick, it's like they shot me where?//
don't look at me with that cocky stare, cuz like spiral steps that will be a costly stair//
funny emcees mock me, cuz I'm creative, when wrecking this//
this entire cypher is narrative, without cuts, cuz I'm directing it//
who can hold down the best? want to flow now, I compound syllables//
release off chest, I'm always vim, when I deliver flows//
the hallways spin, cuz I'm high off inspiration//
and "adrenaline and 100 percent skill", that's called dedication//
that flow has a destination, giving recognition//
cuz I'm an emcee's emcee, so check out my next edition//

kooooool. i like it. i dunno what u was tryna do with it but it sounded pretty ku.

look how the god raps, your wordplay is over my head like a lobpass
I'm thought as one of the greatest, on Illest and I aint even got a podcast
that's not a diss, that's a fact, theres no politics in that
big time like a christopher wallace watch, I'm actually the novelist of rap

i liked this fareal.

This isn't a feedback cypher.

Im back-for-a-moment
not to rap just to slap-your-opponent
when Im battling u represent every man-i-hate
like congress; you make a perfect candidate
i tell time with the hands-of-fate
contaminate-the-mic while I sanitate-my-life
its safe-to-say I suck go ahead make-my-day-with-threats
remember like anna nicole ur a mistake-away-from-death
dont blow-the-smoke we all know i flow-the-most
its over-folks ya "ova-dose" like boyscouts i know-the-ropes
who can really stop-me-now
how many rhymes can you copy-down
already got-the-crown not-ta-sound egotistical
but when you need-a-pistol, it proves my lead-is-pivotol
pivot-slow, that's it what else can i give-the-hoes
dont need museums cuz I exhibit-flows
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My Right Arm Extends Further Then The Galaxy
I Follow All Murder Trends, Then I Merge The Pen
With Reality, I Feel The Urge Again, To Bend Words
Remember Complexity Is Taking Over In September
The Text Emcee Who Broke The Barriers Of Multis
The Interior~Exterior, Im Superior, To Default Schemes
I Make Adults Scream, Like tony yayo I Assault Teens
Killing Your False Dreams, Punches Come To My Head
As Soon As I Jump Into Bed, Something I Read
Said Emcees Would Rather Go Under The Assumption Im Dead
I'm Known For A Ridiculous Consumption of Led
I Play With Words Like They Are My Best Friends
Its Funny These Emcees Have More Bling & Less Gems
If You Havent Heard I Rip Flows, Im A Nerd With Pistols
And Spit So Many Topicals Im On The Verge Of Skitzo
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this flow burns my-chest-wicked, like a poison digested-liquid, which contested-physics, i got the-best-a-critics, I've assessed-the-ridick, n was left pessimistic of how the rest-ya-spit-it, whats realistic is i'm narcissistic spitting bars of sick shit, which can only be catergorized as artistic//part-blistic im the future like a mars-visit//the stars-risen, built to stop all killers like a large-prison//just call me the sargent charging anyone with arms-n//disarming until there barfing body parts swinging like tarzan//spitting arson, on our-land, holding up barz like a car-stand//i spit grande, each slit planned like a hit man,hold ya over the edge, n ur armpit glands expand like quick sand, i'm a soldier that pledged, to have blood on my hands, burying cobras n vets, that weren't ready like New Orleans flood-plan//
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the newest edition to the team reigned supreme in every aspect
i got suggestions to questions your not capable to ask yet
im on the last step where I blast techs until im the last man
its time to plan listen to me closely and let your mind expand
yo, we live in deserts buried in the sands is hidden treasures
the mirages are evils best work collages painted by an expert
most put in little effort then give in to the pressure of the heat
so I excerpt in the beat unbelievably deep words to retreat
we defeat those in tyranny while we keep close our homies
weve choosen irony for our weapon instead of a dome piece
ive been blessed in this game to maintain skill for a long time
on or offline thats why I got complex in the name and I do not lie
thats why I got friends condescending me like Im their enemy
my memory is short but so was the time you were a friend to me
so i remember it authentically, this isnt a diss n it wasnt meant ta be
i just dont have the energy to explain it you will get it eventually
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Im tactically ill, I will capitally kill
they want to battle me still
assault n battery is an understatement
Im ripping the pages
while you wage war on the secular
the atheist, my previous hatred
is in a new phaze to be debated
exclusive freestyle for the jaded

the jump off is exciting like lighting, cuz Im a specialist in writing
the best ta spit with pessilents, spray excellance when cyphering
got text ta flip not biting, just citing, leave evidence
I will never quit, still got better shit, climb to the top like everest
ever since a child, ive been wilding, while developing my style
no embellishing, intelligence is compiled in, always relevant
Im about to win, another battle, psychobabble is multilateral
the multi has to flow, for lyrical capitol, its trash if its not natural
axe the flow, start again, perfect scheme from start ta end
spit harder than, the first time, than sit back n let the verse shine
reiterrate the process, remove the worst rhyme, be cautious
than I top it, make sure its perfectly on topic, than I drop it
wait for feedback, from the mosh pit, one negative comment
wont take it as honest, verse was astonishing, I promise him

[2007]

We will put the "barrel to ur head" like *donkey kong*! brain matter "leaking" like a *water bong*
ur nothing to compete with, this isnt "nintendo" so *one sequence" is not enough to *beat this*
our team brings heat like the navy, we are "PROs" fuck these "Foes" youll are still playing ball on *JV*
youll could be magicians n still not amaze me, cuz we're "beyond hate" like the infamous *Jay Z*
we're famous *hold onto beefs* like *stainless steal* nine mill aimed at your brain its real!
you and R Kelly have the same-appeal, both praying to make-a-deal, before you break-the-seal
both these bitches are dead like a battery, ill put the *beat in sequence* like "dope producers"
we already know ur future, who sits below you loser, you use my style for parts like old computers
we will still break through ya like ice, its true that we nice yall cant *hold on to mics* like "Chicago"
study the hard flows in my arsenal, cuz you'll hated like bitches n sluts riding in monte carlos
in this industry you'll like "my partner" couldnt *make it*, thats why youll stay on illest n fake shit
we got tape fists with punches look at our greatness, youll cant "hit this joint" like we fucking *laced it*
we got this battle locked we "aced it" like "cards", fuck bars we are sending our regards
youll will be left with more "scars than Tony" like *Al Pachino*, ur rhyme schemes are stolen,oh.. freeflo
bestow are gift! and realize you faggots cant keep up with our shit, the hate is a wanna be artist
whose the smartest? of the two? you choose cuz neither do, fuck you this is ether two

Im holding a gun..
blazing bullets like rays on emcees
opposite perspective; over the sun
this music is reflective
I use it to connect with infected matter
thats stuck in my brain
Im a rejected rapper, fucking insane
glock with 0.485 cut in the frame
you might want to tuck in your chain
my minds a blade, thats sharp as knifes
I need to restart my life
I already ripped apart it twice
freestyle cuz I dont have the heart to write
they use to say I was to smart to rap
then I switched styles like an arctic cat
now macs having a heart attack
hes getting arrested without jail, just cardiac
its funny how hard we act
isnt it? Im hardly wack..more infinite
kicking it, with syllables equipped with
intricate, schemes that split into increments
see me ripping it? its intimate
between us, an instant hit, like white dust
fight us, Im mint again, instrumental
break you like dividends, simple, as civil cases
since Im hated, Im infiltrated by the system
resist them, Im innocent, vacate the premise
with an Ak, its imminent, the way I spray
Im sentenced to be like my parents glock
locked away ever since I was old enough to walk

lmao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this isn't a feedback cypher....LMAOOOOOOOOOO

get the facts straight,
i slap fakes so hard their back breaks
and they skid back..shit on the ground from ass scrapes
however long the task takes imma stack cake
and continue to surpass greats.. i heard other cats pray
so i come to attack the mass prey who lack faith
arv is a personified fast break,
only dickin sophisticated girls.. call it class mates

I stole the mic, I'll give it back to you guys in a sober light/
I hope I wrote this right, but when you're me, you can't control your life/
I've chose to fight, being overhyped, I know the price, though your nice/
and want to show it, when you roll the dice they are loaded/
soul on ice, emotions are as explosive as drone strikes & phone fights/
I'm just going to go, I'm angry to throw snow white onto road spikes/


[to Creative]
My rhymes are as violent as a zion tribal war/
your just a giant bore like a science tour to witness a dinosaur/
my shits as wild as seeing michael moore in a rifle store/
his rhymes are poor, another rhyme and another line ignored/
it will take a lifetime to get my mind restored/
I will buy a sword just to cut you like a vinyl board/
I'm pissed off enough to break his spinal chord with a sliding door/
when its time to score, I treat every game like the final four/

[to Quarter]
I'm at my last resort blasting any rapper with matching force, past remorse/
pass the torch to Quarter than snatch it back and tell him to go practice sports/

Warm-Up The Old & Cold I must be Microwave
Wrote some old rhyme hylogryphics in a Cave
Freestyle off the head but im no Horseman
Tragic strikes the least prepared Of Course When
Impossible seemed Touchabale Breathing Hope
Shot down ur dreams miles away thru Sniper Scope

Headache and a lotta pain
there's things I gotta gain
a few missteps take me back
thinkin' I'm really hatin' that
but it's growth and prolly maturity
I wish these pills would be curin' me
cuz I feel like I gotta throw up
why I gotta be thinkin' of the ol' stuff
damn my sides hurt from this shit
and my actions make me feel dumb as shit
I need to leave this place soul intact
but I can't cuz I put my soul in rap
while labels try to get it sold n wrapped
I'm tryna think how I got ahold of that
I'm so lost and my head keeps burnin'
breakin' into cold sweats sheesh I'm hurtin
someone gimme a hand or atleast a antidote
life is a code and I almost had it broke
but they keys gone, so is my heart man
I don't know what else to say life's hard fam
my face is gettin' sweatier by the second
if rap is a game and I told you buy the record
you'd prolly scoff at me, say fuck outta here
and that's just more doubt from here

vanished in a minute, seen the insults like damage to a midget, attack me when i'm sleepin, n i'll come back creepin hidden in black tossin african secretions, seen a leech for attention, so let me feed u aggression like u need an expression, can't get a hold of me without the reach or extensions, this is just as subliminal as when i teach u a lesson, its like ice age authority when u 'freeze' for the weapon, i'll key up a session n stuff ur fuckin face when u eat wat i'm sendin, i'm karate kid kickin the boards so u know this ain't the season for textin

Caught up in the game missing motive
it's like I'm confused and fishing oceans
for a answer in a treasure chest 20,000 leagues
when the treasure's answer was founded in me
I couldn't believe, I mean I choked up in irrelevance
lacked perspective, better yet, I lacked intelligence
who knew in a matter of time you'd lose the best thing
as soon as the fates dabble with your life it's upsetting
cuz they don't understand anything other then death
they say if you want to learn of life well brother then step
left in my own footsteps was a omen that looks best
hopin' hooks, nets, can pull out the cold soul now

manic depressed, before the words I had connect
I'd be graspin' the lead, then I'd be snappin' the head
while it's gaspin' for breathe, I'd be backed into bed
dreamin' of the damage I bred, still I really can't handle it yet
went from a bastard that had disrespect, for women to graspin' some sense
as the moments flash in my head, I'd see it, it all happened again
she'd come through make me laugh and then, she's gone dammit I'm stressed.....

-- Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:27 am --

Swimsuit tested been thru suspicion
susperia connected oblige to the mission
float upon matters of a different state
or let them moments POP and slip away
give today another chance, take interest
shoot the star, and try to escape with a wish
fixated on a dream, as it begins to sink further
.........

Throughout the mindstate, I'm left i-rate
I hate what I've become why can't I change
I saved so much just to blow it, so why wait
champagne popping, I am Sinatra did it my way
I praise the heavens but prefer doing it my way
I say this, denying the route the gave me
only I myself, only me, is who could save me
days come and go and I just become..slightly
angry...I wish I could be what I really can't be
they say I can't dream, so this all..fantasy?
can it be that I'll never be another average being

I just started to rap, like rookie cashiers at department stores
You fall in the trap, & get mauled as a snack, these carnivores
Look at you eye to eye, like throat slits, you're grabbing your neck
Talented vets..that'll choke you without grasping your flesh
Once their habits analyzed..Guarantee I burn their tough text
These others cats planting more lye than murder suspects
Don't mind me, I'm just warming up like muscles & joints
Feel the pressure as I clarify a couple of points
Quick to smack your face up, It's bad you have to follow somebody
I don't need to act gangster, I'm not Castellano or Gotti

time to work hard,stay sharp like the sacred jewel shards
getting high as me?!? bitch better take a trip to mars

im on another level,no space shuttle,
im so high every girl in the world wants to cuddle

guapo the farthest thing from failure,rap-games captain so sail on sailors!!
glock wit the beam have yall running like mayors

town mayors no john mayer,when his girls around it goes down like long-hair
am i wrong 4 smoking out a bong,my pounds so loud they though i hit a Gong