Fuck that!
I'm alive! I keep life in my eyes until it's time to die in which case I'll close
the world down with me if she's pretty she's coming with me no excuses I refuse to die until it's my time and if I'm not satisfied I'll take as many with me as I have to
I'll clap you it's a must niggas think they hot till they see blood running off they nose and they skull bust
open
nose broken
stay chokin cause they don't believe me!
They wanna see if Style real or is he like a nigga in a movie
well allow me to reintroduce myself, I am the Ride or Die general the death of human in physical form au naturelle
I'm Dave Chappelle? No I'm french-MystaCris bitch! Got a itch? lemme scratch your back with the gat or this full clip I'm lyin
when I say I don't try to get into beef cause I'll reach for your feet as I devour your face I waste no energy cause I'm hungry for your waist angry at my taste biting chunks off your life
interrupted again by the Internet's most wanted
allpoetan again a lie I lie to conceal the fact i spy on other women jealous of their waist
and I'll say it one last time
FUCK MYSPACE!!
I'm done. I'm done. Hot damn... that felt good.
(From Garbage coming out of my head, Rappers freestyles battles and lyricists)
Got something to get off my chest too...
Although I've never been caught. And I've never, in any gunfight, been shot. Thank goodness, right?
Life as an unexpected blessing a burden
Angel came to me disguised as a virgin
I was working on whose house I would hit next
But this bitch dragged me off to the mall and in doing so avoided my death
Now that I think about it, robbing his house wouldn't have quiet
cause recon told me he had bombs attached to wires crazy nigga
I'm glad he never found my corpse on his floor
whenever he had visitors he told them don't open the doors
without his permission, except to his bathroom
because if they got there, he explained, it was a jack move
and one that was brilliantly executed to get past his bomb traps
(and this guy had everything from grenades to exploding toothpaste caps!)
But I'm glad, that unlike some, I've never been shot
I was stabbed one time, and that guy was a cop.
Unfortunately for him, the smoke cleared soon after,
and I heard he was dead from nerve gas laughter..
(From fuck it, Rappers freestyles battles and lyricists)
Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the FUCK over it/ Or should I say yourself/ You know it's getting out of hand/ and stop looking at her like she took your man/ you know she did/ she 100 percent woman/ and you 200 percent female dog shit/ Cause now you twice the bitch you were when we met/ Uglier than a period, and twice as wet/ Can't stand your kind/ nice at first/ then you flatline/ Behave yourself/ act like the man you are/ Or could be, with some corrective surgery/ slipping in and out of your bra with absurd ease/ better start acting right/ before I show your gym teacher them steroid pills/ and beat your ass until it shines like Paul Wall's grill...
(from S.H.O.T.S. fired (Show of Talent), Rappers freestyles battles and Lyricists)
Tired of all these punks talkin' about myspace on ALLPOETRY.com....
I'm tired..
I feel like
I feel like
Busting shots at the head aiming for the ears
No rhyme scheme whatsoever however more talent than a blonde on spiked beer
Stains on your clothes
red stuff pouring in the dirt
izzat from me? Your last thoughts, your last words.....
speak this if you can...
my flow is contaigous, everybody got it..
only problem is, you ain't this MC,
I couldn't be seen if I climbed a tree
and shouted out before jumping down your throat about this boat
that you put us both in
when you copied my style and tried to speak it
Only to find you can't Sharingan my moves
All you can do is Xerox my mood.....
THAT was a warning...
..........................................
(On the same page I battled two people.....this is my response)
Now I KNOW mothafuckas ain't tryin to get off a myspace shout out here! You tryin ta start some Lil Jon shit in here?
I roast both your nuts over open fires
Ya aint stick with your own shit boldfaced liars
Somebody light the funeral pyres
I got two cakes for the kiln clayface and claydoll spill the crazy shit ya'll done got out to get a Myspace shoutout
to a Myspace hata
I ain't that playa and you made that assumption without waitin
AND YOU MUST BE DEFIANT 2,
CAUSE I'M DEFIANT 1 BABY!!
Another lie, for your ears to spy, I rearrange ears eyes hips and thighs
when I wrote,
AND YES I GOT A PROBLEM WITH YOU PROMOTIN'
choked by the throat
lookin for an answer to what Father G 23 wrote,
yo stole his own
rhymes and wrote
a contradiction to what he spoke!
You can't win war with others if you fightin' yourself too
So let me explain the lyrics written by Crackert182
who know he was a white dude
and still made the biggest mistake in food,
mixing what doesn't, like falsehood with truth,
Yo said he had "one time boys" by his wingspan,
but forgot he said earlier that he scammed his clan!
And the boss being a spic, you not honkey, don't deserve it better donkey
For a white ass, you're kinda thick!
I'll be your devotion, and weed YOU out, ya prick cause YOU came here "thinking you were shit"
and guess what, Crackert182, who can't stimulate hiphop's clit,
you...
kind of...
are...
BITCH!!
No offense was meant by this total destruction of your two characters. (Respectively)
(From Mentality, Rappers Freestyles battles and lyricists)
I inflict pain causing blood stains by the way, this androgenous game I play, you fools love it, who's that swinging swords, she's lovely, there's this cat swinging bats, he's bunting, I can chill, but the heat doesn't, if it gets you in the head, you'll be lucky, I give nothing, Christmas time is the best if you running, all my rhymes speak funny, you piss colored Crip lovers, you wish you were funded, I keep loving even when Arithni doesn't, help was on the way till they heard I was coming, now you in the corner dummy, with the hat that brings back memories I see nothing, but the spiders ahead I keep trudging, knowing I'm alive and dead, they keep bugging, wondering who I am I keep trusting, those who know the plan to keep running, even though the Reaper has me in his embrace and I hug him, to keep him alert and jumping, if he missing I got his chirp number, cell phone, two way, all of it, and when my lyrics turn rotten, he'll love it, cause it means I'm pierced or sewed through like a button, rip my enemies a new hole, I done it, but he waits with me until I'm done in, when my feet stop running and my fingers stop gunning, my keyboard stops loving me and I die in Allpoetry, hopefully leaving a legacy.
MystaCris, the Ride or Die General
I think I did somewhat okay there..... "I can chill, but the heat doesn't?" I need to be smacked silly, cause it looks like I'm already stupid.
(From talk some ish, The Score)
Life takes different directions expectations lowered by suspected patience
a line for the ages
"I love you, girl" what the hell does that mean? Focus on cream, Get mine clean where are you? Between a rock and my soft spot, a unknown place I thought had long wasted away and it's replacement was shot facing myself listening for the phone call that would determine our fate instead- wait my phone's off-
Oh crap I missed it the call
was one that one that I was waiting for ALL day from girl that bird, that BIRD? Wait a second, she's hitting me on the chirp, beautiful sound, best in the world, when I'm listening to her- In fact, I'm giddy as her, I'm calm, yet she cursed me out, my emotions hidden from her no doubt she hates me- and then I hear it- she says it and her spirit flies across time and space to be with mine.....
............................................
(Same Page)
Me and my weak rhymes we aint the same
Hunting Glock, hidden pistol, all splatter brains the same/
I rap to give these poets a name/ I blow chunks of flesh at those who play the game/ wrong/ Never catch me without a brain/ if it's in my pocket I'm insane/ yet I'm still kicking that logic to the brains/ those that rock it know exactly what I'm saying/ If you spitting lyrical gold now you're sane/ I spit trash to prove I ain't the same/ My flow is the coldest not because it's lame/ Although that's one reason to attack the greats/ Smash the plates grab the fakes and jack this plane/ Back wearing black on black shooting at your back again/ I'm cooler than ice/ proving I'm nice/ is a vice of them/ MystaCris, tell us you're good, and we'll snort you like hash/ I always tell them my lines are like shoving cake in your/ ask no stupid questions, and I promise stupid answers/ they tried to catch me and had to switch from phasers to blasters/ cause I'm an animal in a corner, with a strong will for life/ And now if you'll excuse me, I've got to remove both of my hands with a knife/ because apparently, while rapping, my hands went out of sight/ embedded in the metal- I gripped the mike too tight!
(From who me
))), The Score)No jealous robot emotionally dead to those who end up red
pull blacks to get my green, that means that yellow cowards hide between dead bodies and fiends- hang out in hotel lobbies to beg for money, coming up with ways to get their next high- handing me bags same color as the ocean or sky a beautiful lie- better yet lay, cause the liar is dead, an ugly ass red, try to combine those two colors instead, and you find who was trying to come take my bread, those cowards and liars are snakes cause they shed, evidence became a trail and it led, to an old dusty path- but no blue and whites in my past or my path, cause I was clean- I had me a bloodbath, of red and blue blood, cause Americans are fools and the Crips are my Dads, now let the record skip so you can understand that,
understand that,
understand that,
understand that, I got blacks with white blacks and whites with black blacks, and blank checks to turn your black blacks into black blanks and blank blacks!
As for the story, hell yeah I got my green back...
Cause if you yellow coward or red fiend with a blue bag, I hate that, so I'm gonna keep you all mentally running, ya black cats.
(From Up For The Challenge, The Score) (This is also part of a potential battle. I was just stretching.)
I'm ready when you are, Crackert182.
And Grim Fate if you would like some too.
I'm just gonna stretch, first. Don't wanna hurt myself. I'm too old for this bull.
Mother-loving son of a loser
You talk so much crack it's obvious you use it
Stay in your lane before I come through scooping
Training is in session and I'm teaching
Ass whooping.
Can't you think of something better? Your lyrics
Rarely provoke thought, and they're rarely clever.
Instigate this battle, I promise to lose.
Stupid, the name isn't a language so it's easy to spew, small bite size tablets you can easily chew with your tooth, one of the few I didn't lyrically knock out of that gaping, overbearing cavern that you call a mouth, I'm just sticking and moving around you, cuz, feeling you out, with the grace of a ballerina and the weight of a thousand doubts.
Come. Let's battle.
..............................
And Now, a bonus....
From me.
Allpoetry people, I laugh with you quite evil/ as I provide plans to take over via la stylo/ transfer to keyboard/ then meet online with a trio/ plot to take over like akon like Akon cause we're ordinary people/ with John Legend skills/ unshakeable loyalty and wills/ I give wrists thrills because my knife thrust is ill/ And when it's time for me to spill/ I grab the mike chill/ cause the last fool who challeged me is laying there still/ And thus the memory doth fade/ MystaCris like to type like a chef loves the blade/ cause suckers get sliced and sauteed/ I crush your joint with ice leave your momma slightly dismayed/ Yeah you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed/ you say your skills are nice yet you ask me to trade/ a battle would be nice but I'm done for the day/ I wouln't waste my typing on a fly anyway/ just being a little cocky so please forgive me/ Swaggeristic expect lip from distant relatives I write poems I am a poet/ people take a couple looks at me right away they know it/ or they spoke it
and the police is lurking
the truck is hurting
I'm beating this keystyle thing or at least it's working
for a last request or wish
add me to your favorites list
and I promise you won't regret it!
(MystaCris R.I.P. 199?-2007)
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