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Lyrical Homicide

i hop up out my bed, i take the condom off and throw it at the bitch n say wassup/ thats how i start my day every day then i hop up in the truck/ listenin to Luda Tip and Buck wen all the sudden i make the mosberg pump/ ima fuckin ace of spades wit this heat ur 38. just got trumped/ no not donald or ivana but ill throw u off a tower/ snow storms or showers hailstorms to Hurricane's/ fuckin blow up a court room if im the one the jury blames/ a burst of heat then my heart got cold an thats when the flurries came/ no 2 snowflakes alike and i hold my identity to blame/ and the remedy? a cup a hennesse and a blunt a that flame/ paint the city red wit my will but all i gots dis crayon/ as i look back, i say damm this game dat im playin/ all these foo's i be slayin, n da hoes i be layin/ my mind is on its own track and i think that its vacant/ maybe overrun by parasites or taken over by satan/ but for now im robbin n smokin until my days end/ all i see is an engravement wit me encased in da basement/ i kno im dead but the dirt, i think i can taste it/ i look over and i see im adjascent to jayceon/ not voorhies but a shiny chain a deasert eagle and torn sleeves/ its tha game wit his hand out n hes helpin out 'cane'/ wit dead deamons and angels slayn n the floor was blood stained/ n i woke up... n really hopped up out da bed n said???...

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daamn hurricane ya got more lyrics here than tupac ever did what up man?!

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AAAAHHHHH YEEAAAA....
im jumpin in it liket its double dutch up on the block-
walkin round wit all them jewels will get u stuck up wit a glock-
thats why i rock a fitted and throw my big bills in my sock-
im movin rock, just like its black top and ima high school jock-
but its 2009 and i just need sum quick cash to pay rent at my spot-
never wanted to be like biggie or pac, dont wanna get shot-
all i want is to rap an spit verses like its a loogie i gotta hock-
its a full time job im not the one who chooses wen i stop-
....so on and on and on i gotta go-
if you a beast den im beowolf, come on homie lets go-
as i sit here and reflect i just gotta fire up the dro-
its K-town fire and its straight off the streets of the MO-
and i have them high thoughts of me just rockin out a show-
by my side its Iplay n Grimlexx we gettin them checks u betta kno-
i was on a yellow brick road, but the lion n tin man, they never showed-
i run the block wen its hot i even run the block wen its cold-
.... cuz ima motha fuckin criminal-
but in my own mind and respects im a motha fuckin general-
and wen tha light bulb flash my ideas make me jet fa dough-
and anybody in my path will wind up a motha fuckin vegetable-
in a god damm hover round movin motha fuckin extra slow-
you keep pushin it to the limit i wont be there wen ya engine blow-
and wat woulda, coulda happened i guess we will neva kno-
and quit flashin ya fuckin pistol, ya the one that u dont never load-
.... im on my very own g shit-
ill cook your bitch ass up like a specialty deep dish-
and im ontop of the game cuz i dont share none of my secrets-

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HA HA, i adlib just like jeezy, and i drink purp just like weezy/
take the weed right off the skeezy, roll it up inside a leefy/
ima gladiator just like the romans, but im king like leanitus/
no denzel washington but my crew is sum fuckin TITANS/
fuck you and tha persians, my chevy steady swervin/
go to da end of the world to find out that u a damm servant/
im smellin oranges for the Hawkeyes, come january 5th/
Georgia Tech who? yall gon lose i just cant stand a scary bitch/
no KO cuz i parry quick, leave you open for a counter/
have u swimmin wit the mermaid and her fuckin friend the flounder/
fix u up wit concrete boots send u straight to the bottom/
just an aqua coffin, no luxurious lodgin, fuckin wit us at compton/
just 3 of the old regulars still doin they thing, we rhymers/
just cuz we are veterans dont mean that were old tymers/
we just the head liners, and groupies give up their vaginas/
and im like a god damm calender i always give remindas/

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Oh fo sho grim, i don't have one yet but the ol lady might make me one so i'll get at you sometime soon, and everyone else from the spot

Just kill instrumentals with my ill spits of venom
which conceal bits of wisdom, keep it real with the pencil
I'm the new Mr. Freeze way I chill with the villians
To thrill is so simple like puttin steel in his temple
It's my adrenaline rush letting the pen tip erupt
Writing lyrics for the spirit why some pretending to bust
If you'd listen to the scripts that I'm givin you chumps
You'd have cheese and flavor, pizza with cinnamon crust
Like driving a Bentley what I'm writing is simply
Exciting and enticing like I'm iplay Kennedy
Like fine wine to kidneys and prime time in Philly
I'm flying over Tempe while they're riding a ten speed
They're satisfactory while my raps a master piece
My past of chapters been so packed with blasphemy
I have to actually relax with bags of weed
In order to keed my tiny grasp on sanity

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Mr.Hurricane01 wrote:
life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose-
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice-
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke-
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke-
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west-
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST-
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed-
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench-
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup-
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust-
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk-
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk-
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it-
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it-
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits-
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin-
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves-
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve-
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV-
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK-
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI-
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy-
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi-
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy-
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly-
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY-
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell-----------



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

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Hey what's been happening guys!
We don't get to talk much coz we usually just put some lyrics down and bounce, fair enough too as we all have shit to do.

iPlayonu - Mr Hurricane just added me to facebook through PrincessEmma.. If you have it and feel like adding me, I'm www.facebook.com/grimlexx

Hurricane - Sup homie! HOLLA @ ME!
anyway.....

Sittin on a bus, goin' to the gym man
typing this on my phone, listening to that hot jam
this ain't coming from an iPhone coz damn
my Google Android G1 , by my standards is the MAN
it's gotta slide down keyboard and without I'd be fucked
I could never type this using keys or pushing the screen with thumbs
DAMN MAN! we just passed some fine lookin ladies
i'm talking smokin hot and not the type of sort you play G
I mean classy looking ladies that are just naturally gorgeous
made me wanna jump off this bus and get some numbers and talk gift
Can you believe the closest gym is 20 minutes away?
I thought this was the fucking city and not out in the fuckin hay
I guess I could just sit here and type and type all day
but the connection on my phone is starting to be lame
I hate these fucking tunnels and before I disconnect
I'm gonna press Submit and hope you fucking get this shit!

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Sometimes I can't help what the pencil lets out
Kinda like Hurricane when he's clickin the mouse
But the instant it's down in my book of illmatics
I look a bit saddened cuz I couldn't kill habits
of shooken real faggits with lyrical slaughter
Are you hearin this father? another queer to this author
But I never needed dad to scribble some rhyme schemes
Belittle my mind G and I'll have riddles of blinding
Rhyming perplexities pure extacy
Words extra clean the verse sets a scene
For a CSI plot have coppers raiding my crib
Askin if I know bout comptongame n' some kid
Claiming I'm Iplay and the cause of his death
He carved it in his arm while in his closet depressed
Then turned the Dodger fitted back and shot his temple
Posin like the Game before his offed his mental


just some shit

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Yo Mr.Hurricane is straight up killing it in here,
so homie hand me bong and hand me a beer!
so I can get loose and stress my biggest fear from up above
that you'll remember my name, and not remember what i'm capable of
Grim always spits the truth, go search my rhymes and you will find
Seven hundred PLUS (+) posts that all will always stand the test of time
I'll take you to the 90's ,Game was just unsigned hype
Back when I was rockin Nikes, a lakers throwback and a mic
10 years later and I'm still finding in my life
That I'm still rocking Nikes and I'm tearing up this mic
This is the legit don't quit shit that makes ya think
If Grim thinks this spit what if he wrote this shit
nah coz it's my gift to give ya what I feel not what I write
And if you ain't feeling it, homie that's alright
coz Grim is fucking gone, like batman in the night
But i'll be back for more, so homie just sit tight

One More Piece For You To Read!!!

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

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life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose-
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice-
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke-
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke-
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west-
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST-
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed-
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench-
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup-
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust-
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk-
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk-
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it-
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it-
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits-
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin-
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves-
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve-
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV-
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK-
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI-
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy-
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi-
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy-
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly-
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY-
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell-----------



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose-
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice-
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke-
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke-
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west-
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST-
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed-
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench-
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup-
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust-
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk-
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk-
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it-
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it-
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits-
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin-
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves-
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve-
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV-
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK-
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI-
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy-
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi-
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy-
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly-
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY-
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell-----------



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

Re: Lyrical Homicide

life can be so cruel for a yungen thats on the loose-
sippin on sum henne or on sum goose n juice-
my rhyme abilities were planned and aint no fluke-
wen u think u got me down thats wen ima juke-
cuz im the truth steady n ready im in the mid west-
grimm is down under and iPlay he is the WEST-
we all blow dro eye lids stay low yes we are obsessed-
but not no beyonce we all warriors poppin out the trench-
we speak of real life we say it smooth cuz we kno wassup-
and our words are nuclear warfare spontaneously combust-
unravelled truths busted open like a locked up trunk-
we are stowed away golden artifacts they are a box of junk-
im rich in spirit i can smell it on em and i kno they fear it-
this forum used to be a mine field but i guess we cleared it-
im well constructed and these foo's sloppy like this mornings beer shits-
my head held high as i look down and see then cryin, sobbin, teerin-
suckin down cancer out this newport as i tryn calm my nerves-
take a sip out this cup drivin and i try not to swerve-
im not no snitch in this life and id rather do life wit IRV-
i tell these hoes all the time im far from sweet, no ima JERK-
im in the hawkeye state im bouta get on my STANZI-
dont back down nor do i cower i aint no fuckin panzy-
im cold blooded like the foo that killed the father of bambi-
my life full of sunlight n birds chirpin u could say im fine n dandy-
wen tha fo fifth to ya po lips you be a st- st- st- stutterin stanly-
i see my family holla to yall but where tha FUCK is LIL ANDY-
Just holla at me i stay wit my alcatel 202-27-30 yup just call ma cell-----------



i would tryn think of sum more but i got dis paper due tomoro mayn...
one of yall follow up and do ya thang, ima fa sho be back im tryna
have dis damm forum back up and runnin like 2 years ago... DEUCES

jusssss a quick lil 16

I am the hurricane an your just a scattered shower...
i will fry u up quicker than chicken in sum battered flower...
den chew u up and spit u out n say dat u been bad for hours...
dont make me reach into my bag n pull out all my drastic power...
cuz i will shut u down quicker wit more damage than atlanta power...
i still rep the KC witta TECH9 and yall are sum faggot cowards...
and yes i stay ballin, but more like wilson less like rawlins...
im always full throttle and ur like an old car, steady stallin..
im serious as a heart attack ur def jam funny lets call u Martin...
my shit is known an spreadin quick n ur foreign just like a martian...
i will kick ya chest thru ya back and u can just call me SPARTAN...
have u "turn up missin" n ur face will be on a damm milk carton...
no trace of ur DNA so the DA got no leads n his case will ge DELAYED...
20 years later some yung blood playin in the creek will stumble on ur REMAINS...
by then its way too late ill be on the road rockin shows wit my DJ...
i am the shit right now and now i hope that yall BA-LEE-MAY (believe me) hahahaha

Re: Lyrical Homicide

Yo, we gonna show you a murder game on the mic
Iplay, GrimLexx, and Hurricane run the site
Where's the new Mc's to recreate the past shit
I dug all the holes and luke heyes made the casket
Desicration of the youngsters, sorry little Trycah
Even as a vampire on a New Moon I wouldn't bite ya
I let littleAndy fight ya and throw them luda bow's
If you been around the block ya'd know that dude has flows
Ask littleAfrica I hit him with the hatchet brah
Lyrical decapitation I split his fucken cabbage up
Shout to princess emma for always showin love
And reps to krisannecreeper for always showin up
Settin the battles for us the dismantle the channel up
W's come easy like a bitch sayin she'd be glad to fuck
I could never have enough like I'm Scrooge McDuck
5 star restaurants shit I'd rather buy my food from trucks
50 cent tacos cuz the munchies are attacking
Always sunny out in cali steady puffing on that taffy
That sticky purple goo like Barney was melted
Fuck a Harley I'm stealth kid and like Marley I'm well lit
Bright light bulb's flash ontop on my dome
That's why all my rhymes aren't bout poppin my chrome
Until a newbie fucks up like the first day of work
Then in the worst way I burst and let the verse slay a jerk

just a quicky

Re: Lyrical Homicide

hey hey keep doin ya thing lol

Yeszir yeszir yeszir... wassup yall

Ima fuckin monster and inc. is wat im spillin/ my mind is like a 5th a henn and tha liquor still distillin/ fuck a drake cuz my drinks are never spillin/ and my words are super cripplin/ rancid and diseased like a tall glass of syphalis/ paper comin in faster than the ginger bread/ my whip is a clean coupe cherry red like my rag/ and i take no prisoners, i bury snitches by tha bag/ bundle em up like a cold winter day/ no more breath in their lungs so they dont got shit to say/ steady servin powder you can call me J&J/ but for those of you who don kno im still tha HURRICANE/ only carry stacks of hundreds so, sorry i dont have change/ psychin up tha stupid bitches so i can get sum brains/ haha not quite a pimp but they listen to wat i say/ they handin over cash so i can smoke dis fuckin grass/ right now im in college but im still skippin my fuckin class/ tryna get off my ass, but its harder than it seems/ still will rob a motha fucka and dot him witta beam/ been known to do my dirt wearin only socks n jeans/ get ready for tha end of tha show, glocks cock pop n steam..........

Re: Lyrical Homicide

It's still G to the Rim, still L to the Exx
I'll be around forever, so don't you ever forget
I'm still smoking 'dro and still scratching those decks
and I'm still here with a beer, still demanding respect
Now if you still remember Grim from way back in the day
put ya blunt up in the air for those who've gone astray
I'm hear to just say, that it's been too damn long
I shoulda been here writing rhymes instead of smokin bongs
but that's just life, ya take it or ya leave it
it's those who take it running that are living life, believe it.
Now Hurricane and Grimlexx is a lethal combination
then you throw in Playz and it's a lyrical damnation
Only person who can save em, is currently serving bacon
Shout out to GansterTaz, who got busted - no probation
This is an open invitation to whomever and forever
come and spit ya flow like you know you can't do better
coz this lyrically and spiritually is motherfucking on!
this is Grim signing out like a dunk from Lebron

Re: Lyrical Homicide

I've been trynna drop some shit homie but my computer wouldn't let log onto this site?? Anyways...

I verbally slaughter steady murdering authors
Put the hot steal in their mouths maybe their words'll be hotter
Fine lines of precision like a surgery doctor
What's it worth to be proper on this Earth that breeds monsters
My artistry's complex a darkening conquest
My heart has been hardened since I started these long steps
So pardon these bomb threats I'm partially honest
I'm classic selling mixtapes on Carnigie Hall steps

..............

It's lights camera action for bright Brandon Jackson
Time to start sellin all those white grams he packaged
He might stand chance if he follows the game plan
From crawling on brave hands to ballin like Dame Dash
Stay flooded with money and call it the rain dance
But for those comin up man hollows make brains crash
So protection is key for addressing these streets
That's why Brandon Jackson packs chrome wessons with beams
No lessons received only destined to be
A provider of that fire coc, sess, and that E
The corners his playground takes orders and makes rounds
Known across eleven state borders as shake down
Rapes glory in they towns by sellin it cheaper
A devil in sneakers eyes read from the sheeba
As clever as teachers in a pharmacy class
Quick lesson if you reach he'll put your heart in a bag

since nobody wanna rap on here any more i might as well keep doin ma thang

i dont give a fuck homie i could really care less/ i be brushin ya teeth wit d'z bullets while im brushin my wit crest/ every day of tha year ya boy is awarded best dressed/ drinkin on sum henne smokin weed to cut down stress/ and im still strivin an livin prolly just becuz im blessed/ but it dont make no difference ill still be slangin packs/ wit gold n chrome eagles i still be bangin rats (no homo) im all about da truth too n i never change tha facts/ so u no i mean biznes wen i tell u its rainin stacks/ and i never trick my dough not even at tha strip club/ never sparin change never drop it in da tip cup/ sippin out a tin cup never fillin bitches babies sip cups/ thats y i got dis whip and why i can light my wrist up/ rob u wit da mack tell u fuck boys its a stick up/ tell u im liable to let tha auto go at a sound of a hiccup/ and dats y tha 26's on tha truck automatically lift up/ bitch wat? im bouta smack a bitch up/ if 3 of my homies throwin blows u betta be havin 6 jump/ you close to catchin my jist punk/ we dont be givin daps we only do face to fist pumps/ 4 steps i live by load it cock it grip DUMP!!!