Zymase

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  1. ayo i want to battle you dude since you think you got skills sayin stupid shit like ur're tha best well fake wanna be emcee drop you're shit first then i'll drop my shit as soon as you drop yours..... peace and good luck
  2. AYO CHECK IT SINCE YA NOT SLEEPIN AGAIN I FELT HITTIN YA'LL WITH ANOTHER ONE SO AYO CHECK AYO KID LISTEN I'MA MENTAL INSISTUTE TOO LIKE MY DAWG SCHILLAH//BUT NOT STRAPPED IN A STRAY JACKET, I'M ACTUALLY DROPPIN DEAD BODIES IN CASKETS LIKE A SERIAL KILLAH// I'M NOT HITLER KILLIN JEWS ,ABUSIN DUDES WHOSE REFUSIN TO FOLLOW RULES// SEE I LEAVE THE SCENE CLEAN WITHOUT LEAVIN CLUES// LYRICALLY MY MENTALITY IS ACTUALLY FATALITY// WHEN UR FACIN REALITY//I'M THE NEW ERA OF A SERIAL KILLAH// PSYCHO WITH THE SKILL OF A SHARPSHOOTAH//I THROW MORE BALLS THEN LUDA//KID LISTEN HALF OF THESE CATS ARE CALLIN ME THEIR LYRICAL MONSTER// CAUSE I BOIL THEIR ASS SICKER THAN I BOIL LOBSTER// AYO I WALK IN THE PARK WITH A 10 FOOT LONG TRENCH COAT DRENCHED IN BLOOD// CAUSE I'MA RAPIST AND THE NAME IS MR.PLAYASTARR ,THE VERBAL ASSASSIN OF REAL THUG// WITH THE MIND OF MUDERIST DRAGGIN CATS THROUGH THE MUD//LEAVIN'EM IN THE DESERTS, NO PLCAE TO BE FOUND//OOPS! SONIC BOOMS WAS CHASIN YOU IN YA BLOODYHOUNDS WHILE YA WAS STILL ON THE GROUND// I'M LIKE THAT JIMMY BONES IN THAT HORROR FLICK // CAUSE ON THE REAL MUDERIN FOOLS IS AS EASY AS MOUSE CLICK//AS I'M LOOKING SICK CARYIN THE DEVIL'S WALKING STICK///THESE FOOLS BE SOFT LIKE NAPKINS-N-TISSUES//WITH ALLOTA ISSUES//I SWEAR GOD THEY COULDN'T SPIT HOT IF THEY CATCHED THEIR MOUTH ON FIRE// SO THEY GOIN STRAIGHT TO RETIRE/ AND START SELLIN HOT DOGS ON THE STREETS LIKE OSCAR MAYER//CAUSE THEIR ASSES KNOW THEY COULDN'T DEFEAT MY EMPIRE//MY RHYMES BE HOT -N-FRESH LIKE THEY WERE STRAIGHT FROM THE OVEN//WHEN I STEP ON THE MIC KID BETTA DOUBT THAT I'M KEEPIN THE CROWDS MOVIN//HAVEN'T KNEW THAT I WAS SPITTIN HOT EVER SINCE THE FUKKIN ROOF WAS ON FIRE//YA'LL WACK EMCEES COMMIN SHORT ON THE RACE LIKE YA'LL WERE HAVIN FLAT TIRES// YOU CATS COULDN'T CLIMB TO MY LEVEL CAUSE IS MUCH HIGHER THEN YOU CATS CLIMBIN THE MOUNT KILLAMONGERIO //I'M TRIED OF YOU FAKE ACTORS THAT BE SOFT LIKE TISSUES-N-NAPIKINS THINKIN THEY GOOD ACTORS LIKE THE 5 TIMES GRAMMY AWARD WINNER ROBERT DENIRO// THINKIN THE GOT THE SKILLS TO GET A RECORD DEAL//THINKIN THE GOT THE SKILLS TO KILL// I BETCHA THEY DON'T GOT SKILLS OR THE HEARTS TO FACE THE REAL// SO THEY END UP ON MY MENU MEAL//
  3. hey do you people ever be on this site on the rhyming forum come on and spit some ya shit's out and stop nakkin and shit...holla
  4. ayo i'm new to here and i'm somalian emcee and my name is mohamed but ayo check my freestyle rhyme. ayo check check ayo lot of these emcees spittin fallacies//so i'm here to put dent on their brain cavaties// my stargey is one ya defeat// cause i spit cold flows that'll leave ya noise bleed// like you was on that 151 mixed with that hydro weed// ayo check it..i must be the malady's emcee to ever step on the mic// cause a lot of these emcees lacking ya'll were some anmics// i'm Zymase the "gloden child" the nigga that'll rhyme any givin topic//cause i see this rhymin shit like an optic// i'ma pure lyricist whose rhymes flow like the nile river// i'm sick as hitler with hot rhymes that'll smoke ya lungs & liver// that'll burn ya tongue & have ya body leavin like a quiver//i paint foos with nouns & verbs like i was a graffiti// i chew alphabets, words and start spittin rhymes backwards like was as sick as Joseph Taffiti// i'm that nigga that runs this city// you niggas couldn't spit hot if i lit ya rhymebooks on fire// call me the lyrical vampire// cause you niggas couldn't beat or even defeat my empire// i got you niggas screamin "HE'S ON FIRE"// you *****es better retire//before ya start gettin pains from ya neck like Andrew Mayers// you *****s couldn't lift ya rhymes up if that was ya only desire// i slice ya words with the finest swords and blades// then chop of ya knees // while i'm defeatin ya with a sicker dieases than aids// i throw flames to cats who tries to climb my level// and **** if you's ****in the demon or ****in the devil// face *****'s! ya'll not jada or the lox so ya'll chances are ya'll goin make it// ya'll make look like winners but deep down ya'll just fake it//only advice to ya'll is ya'll better ya'll bulletproof vest on//cause i'm spittin words that be hotter than lava with chemical smokin ya lungs//leavin ya body parts turnin into bones like you was in a scene in the "the mummy returns"// kid no need to carry machine guns//cause i got mad punches that weights infinite tons//