When I start rhymin, the Nations terror code Switches to Red
I dunno why, my damn bullets ain't Hittin these Feds
I'm jus dissin these rappers, until these Bitches are Dead
You'll find their fingers in a sandwhich you thought was Fish with some Bread
Or a bigger surprise when your crew is all jus Missin their Heads
Only thing you get filled up when you hear the *Click click* is Lead
One year ago I bullied my way into OM Hall Of Fame
But I dont use 10 syllable words so I wont make it again
I rack my brains, I'm never gettin the props I deserve
For the verbs displayin' my feelins I put in every verse
I wont use 10 syllable words, it drives me bizzerk to see
That if I dont, then rb wont pay no true attention to me
When I wrote 'Billy', I was happy, but now I regret it
Coz its expected that I write so poetic and its pathetic
Like I said it once before, but 'The Truth' never hit home
So I'm back to ensure that true emotion in OM is shown
...
LM The Life
& Times
...The Rhymes
as a cold hearted emcee born into the depts of sin
burning desire of murder of the soul felt with in
reasoning for living disappears with each step
killings of innocent people destruction of the memories kept
speak once of who i am and remembered by all
written emotions and stories like on a bathroom stall
'Head meets Wall'
individual with mind set of a killer
an emcee non the realler
misunderstood like the original creator of thriller
(( One side of AniMaL ))
...::Still Untamed/Uncaged/Unbeaten::...
My hands on freeze , as I try to please
with my artistic nature..I beg the chains be freed
from subjecting me to certain angles in life,
my pencils needs to be more open minded and precise.
Sharpe with the knife , cutting the paper with
drawings of sharpe images and wit , leaving heads timid
trying to analyze the vivid perfect pitcures I depict.
script with pics with master pieces with the tip ,
of a pencil hits the white sheet , leavin it lit
with ideas..
my flows spice up ya life like hot sex wit a slut
have ya moanin and groanin wit ya cp screen up ya butt
all these niggas wanna fuck wit my words
had censors goin crazy....my lyrics are upserd
never heard?
of Da AniMaL nigga?
it figuras
stay underground like worms and otha dirty diggas
dont think this is my best just something to mess wit
have ya tryin ta bust a freestyle like 13yr olds wit a zit
shit
...::Still Untamed/Uncaged/Unbeaten::...
Take it to defcon 1 when my rhymes start to explode
Thinking of survival...But you cant get help with morse code
Carry the load..YOu got no weight on your shoulders hater
I siad boulders...SO he went and became a stone engraver
Feeling like locomotives hit you broke in to pieces and vanished
Austrailin Island you go to where you four fathers are banished
Dismantle your thoughts like choppin cars at the chop shop
Being an arsonist is the only time your block was ever hot
Carry the 4 pound speak soft but carry a big stick
Swatting off bitches like flys on hoarse shit
Fuck the government Id put america in the gulliotine
Prostitutes, Fake thugs, Pimps and a Crack Fiend
Prom queen sucks dick blowin heads in the alley
Defending herself all up in the Prosittues rights rally
You use to be pretty but you sold your body to science
Now you called the nasty Reppin the Hookers Finest
not a fake thug dont wanna be a pimp
mo bitches tryin to get at me than fat ppl with shrimp
leave ya with a limp
cuz my flows so heavy b
make u slide out secretly like 'Heavy D'
first time spittin atleast on rb
hi guys im Da AniMaL aka K.i.D
noweight thats kool cuz the best started this way
most pros in this bitch think noweight niggas are gay
nigga no way
give me a chance and i mite blow ya mind
spit lyrical blessing even tho im lyrically blind
...::Still Untamed/Uncaged/Unbeaten::...
Im tempted to explode on these rappin infants
no resistance, strike instant from my vengeance
my flow poison carryin a contamination
Niggas think they cant die like an animation
take it I lose patience when these niggas fake it
Born through fornication, people swear I wont make it
My flow ragin, niggas misunderstand that their flow ancient
love it or hate it, I'm the answer to this equation
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The laws wasted lines,when they name my crimes.
I behold no gangs in fights, but everyday I rise.
I grab the pad,and I say with pride.
the greatest sight,its my creations.......
my favorite rhymes,were made by I.Contagious
the praise of life,is raising,if the rays of life can save them.
with gracious time,I take it,Destroy the doubt.
my dreams I can taste it,till I moist the mouth.
my voice can bounce,off the wall from beat to beat.
the more the bounce,the more I increase belief.
potiential lives,between the teeth and throat.
I can speak the truth,an evil soul released the pope.
The Klan logos seeked his clothes,I can't believe we moped
at the death of him,to pretect religion,blessin's isn't.
protection of the exorsism,neccecities.
route 66 got an extra six then.The best of me is the less of niggas.
the 1st verse was dope,but wait for the rest of lyrics.
Yo Im chilling in my crib wondering about my kids................
Baby mamma playing games , tryna do some " Biz "
Now she coming home complaining about a guy named prince
so I tell her she can't be doing that , so the drama gets ' tensed
She go homes and cries to her brother and cousins..........
She tells them that prince tried to eat her out , for some grubin
I told that girl stop messing with other guys or she get aids
so we broke up and she just started crying for days
I woke up this morning and heard my phone ring loud
That " Whisper song " came on so I was proud
I pick up and the girl don't know what to do
" I can't stop crying and stop thinking of you "
a quick keystyle ....it was more like a typical but...it came to mind right ?
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shoulda prayed harder dude...cuz now you've released me...
fucking wit them hoodrats man...now you just a diseased gee...
man you got AIDS....look at that its got da clap...
that shit was like a toddler rhyme...that shit was not a rap...
pop a cap...at a hotta cat...you been fronting for years...
you NOT IN BACK...dude i gotta stop ya track...
like im the train conductor...so you choo choo choose this...
true i fucked ya girl...but i told her YOU TOO LOOSE BITCH...
need a condom...on second thought dude hit it raw...
keep saying you a banger...but can you spit da law...
Leavin rappers curled up and die like it was jaws here
With lyrica warfare I shoot at shit make em dissapeer
Whodini? Ya you call me the Lyrical Illusionist
Look at your style son..Whats odd in this
No lyricists get dismissed and pist dude I clench fists
Im reppin the Nizorth so what you fuckin want with this
My punches are as hard as ali at his best/
If i havent ko'd you yet, just call yourself blessed/
Cuz i come hard with bladez of steel/
Get hit, the shit hurts cuz this is real/
Finish you in 3 bars, thats all i have to do/
See my spit, and your face starts to turn blue/
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Spittin Fallacy, Falseness resides In your Soul Temple
Ill mental bring pain Mutal hate the feelings Detramental
Skin Emcee's Alive Dangled by Hooks and Sharp Objects
1979 style dude is coming with the Played out Concepts
Laugh at the face of Death, Not scared to Go that Direction
I do not think, I kill and proceed I have no recolection
Reflections of a Homicidal Maniac, and Soul Catcher
Raise Body's STick them in the air Propped ON a Septor
Officianado, Rhymes come out like fags-in-the-closet
Disregard FemCees I take there fake styles and Mock it
Techiniccly Advanced Rival The SuperPowers Of nations
Enough to rhymes to compete with Down South Compilatoins
Verbal Linguistic, Words come to me like The sherriffs office
Go for the jugular no other way but on the Constant
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