Heres an lyrical exercise i did lil bit ago

Simplistic linguistics this hardly is/ i wonder how positive i woulda lived if i watched fat Albert and the cosby kids/ and they tell me cleanliness is next to godliness/ stay clean they dont kno how hard it is/ my niggas say protect ya neck guard ya ribs/ keep peace in ya heart guard ya kids/ i peep what they say for all it is/ i chill build pen lyrics wit a quill and rep my assassin guild/smoke jane remember mayne was an assassins kill/ help me live right i wonder if this passion will/ either i love what i do imma be rappin still/
Like johnny blaze im a ghost rider/ refuse to be a ghost writer/not until i prove i spit the most fire/

For me its nas, scarface, big L, do or die, psycho drama. Yes if pac was alive biggie and big L as well as pun, then there would be no ymcmb lol or any of these other ******** artists lol. And i see you posted the lyrics to notorious thugs. I love that time.

Thanks bro i aint battlin either i jus spit aggressively durin freestyles i wanna keep climbing and getting better. Why'd you quit tho.

**** you got dope lyrics as well lol i been finding myself havin to keep up lol

Police sirens and ambulances where im from/

Anotha freestyle from shadows son/
Broken bones and excited females left when im done/
My niggas all yell b.i.t.e. that's till they d.i.e./
And me i see they influenced the way i be/
They all into army guns ill gotten funds/
Im the the type down for a one on one/
Smoke a blunt that make me shake like parkisons/
Doin this cuz i love the game nothing above my aim/
I learned life on my own done some good also wrong/
Balance my head by writin songs couple blunts/
Hit a couple bongs/
The grain i go against damn some of niggas no longer exist/
still reppin mhc even its me only/
Love it when people sleep on/
Spit fire dragon lyrics feel tha heat homie?/
Walk tha street like Michael myers/
Lookin for a chick that look like a young mariah/
I make girls sing like a choir/
The ones who kno look at me wit desire/
I make rappers nervous its jus simple/
The freeze like they had a gun to they temple/
You could glasgowed buck 50'd or i can ya face some dimples/
Mainstream'll blackball me before i can record a song/
Make sure im never on its cool ill run tha underground/
I spit hot enough to change the weather zone/
Ppl talk in small tones around me where im known/
Eyes so low you can tell im gone/
**** what ya heard as kid i was still hella grown/
This chick came to me as the same of me/
What you tryin to be?/
And i said b...i.t.e its m.h.c.

Police sirens and ambulances where im from/

Anotha freestyle from shadows son/
Broken bones and excited females left when im done/
My niggas all yell b.i.t.e. that's till they d.i.e./
And me i see they influenced the way i be/
They all into army guns ill gotten funds/
Im the the type down for a one on one/
Smoke a blunt that make me shake like parkisons/
Doin this cuz i love the game nothing above my aim/
I learned life on my own done some good also wrong/
Balance my head by writin songs couple blunts/
Hit a couple bongs/
The grain i go against damn some of niggas no longer exist/
still reppin mhc even its me only/
Love it when people sleep on/
Spit fire dragon lyrics feel tha heat homie?/
Walk tha street like Michael myers/
Lookin for a chick that look like a young mariah/
I make girls sing like a choir/
The ones who kno look at me wit desire/
I make rappers nervous its jus simple/
The freeze like they had a gun to they temple/
You could glasgowed buck 50'd or i can ya face some dimples/
Mainstream'll blackball me before i can record a song/
Make sure im never on its cool ill run tha underground/

I got weed for potheads/
Somethin to back down ha hotheads/
Im probably gon end shot dead/
Body full hot lead cuz a ***** had a spread/
Someone offered him a car and bread/
I smoke weed to calm my head/
Then go and paint my armor red/
Cover it blood from rappers less a common threat/
Necklace rings anklets and armlets/
Things used to hold the jewels i drop/
Rep the culture i love i will never pop/
Not concerned wit money not worried if i flop/
Psycho powered m bison hittin like m tyson/
Pursue knowledge like c west and m dyson/
A chick game me knowledge damn never have i been wisened/
Haha

I got weed for potheads/
Somethin to back down ha hotheads/
Im probably gon end shot dead/
Body full hot lead cuz a ***** had a spread/
Someone offered him a car and bread/
I smoke weed to calm my head/
Then go and paint my armor red/
Cover it blood from rappers less a common threat/
Necklace rings anklets and armlets/
Things used to hold the jewels i drop/
Rep the culture i love i will never pop/
Not concerned wit money not worried if i flop/
Psycho powered m bison hittin like m tyson/
Pursue kno

Dr doom taught me villainy
Genuine article dont accept the facisimile/
Venom in every particle and my compound chemically/
Im sick of rappers the mainstream is gimmicky/
Gimme the mic and ill run a touchdown and spike/
Power of grey skull might this mc is known to excite/
Words pierce like a pike killin rappers is a vice/
I rep a crew that the game need badly/
Im known for bein higher than brian griffin at a weed rally/
sadly/
Couple of em homers/
They all yellin doh/
I can't blame em/
Its all they know/
Live from illinois iga mecca/
Villain the mic wrecka/

Bro you got me hyped up wit ya lyrics. This can be alot of fun.

Who got love for the culture? This topic is about the love of hip hop, you can come here and spit, talk bout artists and albums and of course what really happened to real hip hop. Lets rep the culture yall....

The season by nas....the beat is toxic and nas is lyrically great as always.