And also...

Some unused hip-hop stuff. a couple lyrical exercises in here emulating some peoples writing styles and what not.

They call me a cracker 'cause I eat cheese
I can't really argue with that
because I really do enjoy cheese...

Be an MC

Get up - Stand up - Let me see your hands up
I said Hands up! Can't you see this is stand up?
Better mind your manna's 'cause I'm a Bruce Banna'
say the wrong thing and I might just smash ya' -
Bash ya - trash ya while I say
Cow-a-bunga baby, do you like me when I'm angry?
now c'mon children let's all play nice
I am a rhythm junkie and this is my vice
here is my lighter and here is my spoon
inject the beats and we all get loony
I'll make you believe that crazy shit
when I'm up in your head like Joseph smith
I can cause bad dreams in the might
Move your hips kate bush like -
'Wuthering, wuthering wuthering heights!'
so bow get down, I am the new prophet
you could call me gibraltar by the way that I rock it
The D Moe B be moe MC, the best maybe just wait and see
well p2p e r o p
brb t-ttly talk to you later gotta go now bye!


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Weezy Styles

Keep me up like viagra
nicotine, caffeine, dopamine sandman
call him the bag-man
'cause he brings me paper baskets
full of zip lock bags and
-Damn man- My feet took hands and
ran to Istan-bul -
-Fool honey with tongues I don't understand man-
'cause I can - can

I'm gonna push buttons like a boy named boojee
Fuck up the pace like a kid named Cudi
Fuck up the game like a guy named Rudi
Man that won't shut up 'cause he don't give a fuck
So sue me
unh
Here's the forward lateral
you and your crew, well you're all just colateral
damage to my shrapnel - thoughts-
roam coast to coast with a hat held like
apple pie in the sky
I'm getting hungry, I guess we better get hiiiiiigggghhhh

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Oh look at that
We're back in your house again
slipping in I'm slithering
so silky smooth your glistening
and explode like nitroglycerin
If your speaker's got cones
then this is what you dip them in
with a sound so sweet and cool like ice cream
make you want to break out and make your own scene

If you are ground then I am the power
I got the charge to last for hours
Gimme the sweet and I'll give you sour
You gave me your daughter she gave me her flower
So tell me petunia, where is the metal?
I thought you had it covered with a rose petal
I can't hear it, but I can smell
I know when I pass through your layer of hell
Sweetest apple of my eye,
call me william tell
Please take a step back,
I've got fruit to sell.

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Sadist playlist leaning on a tasteless rascist
gonna be wasted - basted- to dry for hatred - faceless
don't waste this chance to make this miracle reality
gonna be a new breed climbing up the old trees
dress up like a newsy - nose free- never caught
standing to feel free so let me be- acosted by your
news team on a cross beam, so dock me - down-
mock me - up- it's so costly making anarchy
jesus joseph mother of mary
who gives a fuck?

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In a world where kids sell drugs to babies to support their baby
that's pregnant with their kid
who will never be a baby much the same as they did
on perilous streets where the goat billies the kids
who can't escape the grid
locked insanely in a prison not of his own creation
or his fathers or evil men
but instead by the indifference of the masses
complacent and lazy
so believe me when I say
oh baby...


sitting on a busy street as hip and jive collide
with the smell of unwashed hands and feet
bodily unrest from the booze or lack of sleep, I -
Hear you whisperin' in the ear of your lover
mumbled to yourself as you sleep in the gutter -
light that cigarette and suck it like a teet if you're
going to tell me nothing ever tasted so sweet

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In justice we'd trust if our justices weren't corrupted
disrupted as an american regime assaults the american dream
using america's means to achieve unamerican ends
but when would my schemes justify another mans means
or worse defining where where his dream ends?

please allow me to mention a dissention in the ranks
because we're losing all your pensions to scoundrels thieves and mountebanks
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I'm back like a prophet
so get ready to cough it (up)
get your's before I stop it (up)
because I am more profitable than the most hospitable hospital
that I see you at,
with your mario messiah who never tires like sonic the hedgehog
drinking tonics and all pissed
about the death of the sega
yo there went a major player when we lost it
so all the players say aw shit
what? I thought you all was catholic
but don't get me wrong
we can go on and on
cause this song is a bong
and I ain't gonna stop rich
'cause I'm all about the long hits
especially when its
one of my favorite topics
so get ready to go when I flow on pokemon - kids!

So, Fuck ash catch'em. We be the greatest
and my ass'd dispatch'em if he ever had to face this
actual master, I'm like a natural disaster
with relentless hits that keep on coming
only faster and faster
in a barrage of, endless ferver
I'm the relentless pervert
who's got you on his server
from when he hurredly scurried worried around your house
because he's thirty and dirty and you might think he's kind of nerdy
or you might think he's a perv-yes
he was all the while word-less
he caught you in a short-dress
got pictures of you shirt-less
and unless you best the vets your best bet is to let it rest and just
forget, about it
pretend that you don't know, about it
resend that im text, without it
until you can't ignore, how it's
on every screen and every teenagers dream
collecting the cream and it makes you want to scream
Do it - Miky and the Sex Machine!

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Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it

So inspect this, mystery
Move to the left keep my symmetry
Move to the right, I'll rock the same
Now I'm moving on up
well that's the name of the game
I'm so calm as I handle this
You might just think I'm a pacifist
but don't be fooled by this manifest
'cause I'll kick you in the fucking teeth! What?!


Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it

Well inspect this, here's a mystery
Scooby-dooby doo who's the best mc?
Who's got the flow? Who's got the meter?
Who will blow your mind then blow your speakers?
Your teachers were right, shut up and learn
Who's always there with the quick return?
who rock your body like he rock the mic?
'Who is the hotty with the body so tight?
See through the smoke and you discern
Who got your people shouting, _hoof_ Burn!
Who is this mad man, who could he be?
well olly olly olly oxen free!
Would you expect the DMOB?
Hell yes, Hell no! No one expects me
a sluth in the night a real noir detective.

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Now see here's your problem
you get no Sun
You hide in the basement from
every One
You say it's ok 'cause
you get work Done
But hey there- hey man-
where's your fun?

`-

I was born with dinosaurs
who came and forswore
the gladdest of all whores
to knock on your door
In these times of war
You better find your metaphor
and keep it in store
to rock it real hardcore

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Like hootie and the blowfish you just ain't (got the) metal
I rock like a boulder you're more like a pebble
I hold like gibralter you succumb to the devil
You know I'm the Luke Skywalker man you ain't even a rebel