Hell Dwelling

Seriously B., shit's finna be me and me enemies in this
bi-atch because mentally these heathens in need of Jesus
freak frequently when reading scenes I'm breeding, keep 'em pleading,
but no freeing from the grieving, leave 'em seething as I'm heating,

'cause I'm bleeding out my soul. Your boy's hot but flow so cold.
Lose control and I'm all on it, flaunt it. Daunted by my roll?
Dust flies off the unrolled scroll that laid hidden and unknown.
Don those spectacles you own, see the truth as it unfolds.

"Unto he hath said the Devil, 'Hence thou journey lies but thorns,
for forsaken be thou brethren, but through me ye be reborn.'"
Reincarnated, hated, frustrated, stripped naked, degraded, scorned,
and placed in places where no faces show embraces only horns.

It's been a battle since the rattle traveled from my hand to gravel.
Paddled if I tattled 'bout the getting fucked in shackles.
Now I'm striking atcha not to match ya, but to bash ya, wrack that ass up.
Pack the bags up. Wake the fags up! Rave's a quack, don't need no back up.


www.lyricalbattlegrounds.net

Just Rhymes

Oh, what gives to let live the shrill thrill that is me;
shitting skill that reveals, indeed kills weak emcees?

With my incandescent light I glow bright through the night.
When I write I ignite kind of like dynamite.

Every sentence written lets you witness sickness within sinnin' brigands.
Mention competition, get 'em missin' just with dissin'. Listen,

this shit will not stop till my clock's ceased to tock,
when I'm dropped in a box. Caught some shit sucking cock.


http://lyricalthreats.com/forum/rap-cyphers-f22/4-bar-cypher-1470/

Connecticut Shooting

We rap all day about guns without perceiving the threat,
But we're now seeing the flaws and must not ever forget,
'cause shit is serious, delirious how this day came about.
Our children or our guns, which do we dare live without?

They say people, not guns, kill. Well, I'm not so convinced,
'cause that firepower inspires violence. That's real evidence.
When will these politicians get livid and give in to vengeance,
and rip out every single sentence of the second amendment?


http://lyricalbattlegrounds.net/forum/showthread.php?110-Connecticut-Shooting&p=412#post412

Less Than Human

Gnats all around us, lice in our hair,
Aches in our backs, defeat in our glare,
For we matter not. Do we not?
Regarded less than human is our flock.

Daily degradation, hatred everywhere,
Lack of education, infants in our care,
Not even family plots when we rot,
Regarded less than human is our flock.

Beaten and broken and bent out of shape,
Bashful and baffled, we bastards of fate,
Hell played in mazes of rays from the sun,
Horrified by howls of hounds if we run,

Aimless anguished labor for fat millionaires,
No wealth to come to us, only whips if one dares,
Of acts of inhumanity this was the epoch.
Regarded less than human, still, is our flock.

Theater Shooting

I hope this recent shooting at a Batman showing raises enough eyebrows to convince someone with authority to change the gun laws. The truth is that the number of guns in the United States and the number of adult citizens are neck-and-neck. That's pathetic as far as I'm concerned. We live in the Land Of The Free be shot on any given day. I hope you all enjoy this freedom of death.

In Your Presence

Happy Birthday!

Another year is happy to receive
the wonderfully fair air that you breathe.
Though at times it's hard, I’m still happy to be in your presence.

Naturally as a breeze through autumn leaves you move me.
Without effort you seamlessly embody grace and joviality,
with a glow that grows, and it shows to all in your presence.

And those days when you’re down and not making a sound,
when the tension is high and the tide dies down,
your silence is loud like the horn of a clown.
Now that's one hell of a presence.

You hum your own tune as you step, looking sweet.
Every street lies in wait of the stamp of your feet.
Like grooves in concrete you’re embedded in me.
That means I’m always in your presence.

Mr. Sinister Lyricist Vs. ExCeed

ExCeed

I rhyme one way, takin flight off the run way
listen while I bruise, I bring the news, you copythat?
You copy cats with hip hop style and sloppy hats
you flop your stacks, spend a lot of cash?
Your cheap lines, cheap computer, money where your problems at
The little birdy told me nothin, cause he wasn't singin
Yeah I hit hard, you'll hear dumbells ringin
under thirty, not a birdy, I walk
with bags I take 2 drags I swag
then bag your hos, keep them beauties as collaterol
fantastic flow farms that cabbage mo
and I'm glad I still know I bag that dough
Glad I got that bag to handle trash some mo
My castle got some cards with the aces on top
When I seige I shut it down and those aces flop
Talk hop scotch not hip hop and walk what you talk
Sorry If I bitched you, my rhymes had you in the chalk.



The Rave

Man I nodded off a little, cause that shit bored me to sleep.
Cheap and weak, and speakers weep when ExCeed speaks on a beat.
Let me seep into your veins and give the sweetest relief,
cause you're going down fast, homie. We all feel your grief.

Do your money talking. All that jawing shows what you're about.
Just a sell out that's been well worn out, but where is your clout?
In your dreams is where. Bet your car is worth more than your house.
Same old same old flout, without a doubt, the game can do without.

But the real is what you're reading; steady growing, no defeating,
moving freely through your blood stream. Your veins are now heating.
Feel the fury do you boy? Feel your blood start to boil?
Only getting worse from here, The Rave will never recoil.

I'm a psychopathic mohel, leave you lyrically castrated,
"bucked naked!" like The Players Club after St. Louis razed it.
Hesitation is the safest plan when you fuck with The Man.
I'll cook you, eat you, and shit you out faster than Hannibal can.



From http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t1743-mr-sinister-lyricist

Black Men in dresses

Now they've got Charles Barkley in a dress. Sign!

The War On Drugs (Blacks)

As far as I'm concerned the "War on Drugs" is nothing more than a war on blacks. Since no measures are being taken to prevent drugs from getting to the streets, and the petty pushers on the block receive more severe penalties than those of the high profile, clean cut, white collar opportunists that conspire to get the narcotics in the country in first place, it's only logical to conclude that the poor young kids on the corner are the target of this war.

Mr. Sinister Lyricist

Rage is what you feel when you write like this;
When you don't give a shit if you hit or you miss,
Cause you The Shit, and you knew it from jump,
Ready to bite a nigga head off as soon as he jumps.

You be mean muggin' mutha fuckas just for the hell of it,
And your homies keep asking, "Dude why you be buggin'?
Why sometimes you be all quiet and don't wanna talk,
And like a bat straight out of hell where ever you walk?"

And I reply, "Ya'll can all go fuck yourselves,"
While I'm bumping that D12 World by D12.
Protect your health, and stay the fuck away from me.
Unless you wanna get ass fucked, don't fuck with me.

I'm a punk that gets punked by none of you punks,
Smoke the funk and stay drunk, but never stunt,
On the hunt for a weak rhyme chump to make brunch,
Skip lunch, wait for a new bunch, then take a chomp.

Now a chunk of yo ass is missin', and my ass you kissin'
while I laugh and piss. Now stop that "fag-shit" dissin'.
This is the christenin' of the illest spittin'
sinister Mr. Lyricist with a pen. So listen in.

Origin: http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t1743-mr-sinister-lyricist

For The Gays

Hook
This ain’t for no ho-mo-phobes. (Oh no!)
It’s for the gays. (Hooray!)
Let’s celebrate. (Hooray!)
Have a parade.

Unlock the clo-set door. (You know)
Or burn it down. (Uh huh)
Let’s have a rave. (Say yay!)
You’re with the Rave.
repeat 2x

Verse
Let’s have a – masquerade, paper faces on parade.
And if you’re – old and grey, you can where a younger face.
Erase – all the pain – you felt along the way.
And feel the – jubilation, no shaming here today.

We got – fiends and queens, some dressed like Halloween
But know the – finer things. And they’re decent human beings.
And there are – butches with bushes, but no cushion for the pushin,
Cause they ain’t got no fat, just muscle, but still good looking.

A rookie to this here life (yes I am), but feel the pride - and I
will stop contributing to the hate, or be denied.
So lift your heads to the sky, and live your life till you die.
If you’ve got fear inside, realize it’s your time to shine.

Friends, Americans, foes, come on in out of the cold.
This is the new renaissance. The sissies are the true bold.
And all you haters are cowards that soon will be overpowered.
The hour's ours so cower, cause you're now out of your hourglass.

Hook
This ain’t for no ho-mo-phobes. (Oh no!)
It’s for the gays. (Hooray!)
Let’s celebrate. (Hooray!)
Have a parade.

Unlock the clo-set door. (You know)
Or burn it down. (Uh huh)
Let’s have a rave. (Say yay!)
You’re with the Rave.
repeat 2x

Off The Chain

Lucky my lying ass ways ain't got me killed thus far,
But had to cut that shit short, and thank my lucky stars.
So, here's the deally, I suck on the jimmy,
And plenty bitches wishing it was them I was hittin'.

And they can get it too, if they play their cards right.
And that's to play the background, and forget the limelight.
But hoes nowadays got lots of sleazy ways
to break a real nigga down, and play'em like a bass.

But if her mind is right and keeps her body tight,
Then we can confide and bump and grind all day and night.
Please pardon my bi sentiments, cause I will not relent.
I'm so self-indulgent with this shit.  "REPENT!"  Yeah you wish.

This is the wish of so many fallen fags;
The bashed, the trashed and the hags have found salvation at last.
Come on and follow me to the Jordan Stream,
For we have love, hope, and a dream to be anything
WE WANT!

Soul Dance

Verse 1
Finally Friday night, can’t wait to go out,
And find somethin’ nice, know what I’m talkin’ bout?
But first I've got to clean my insides out,
Self bump and grind until the slime spouts.

Entrails are spewing only that gooey goo,
That natural lube inside each and all of you.
And when it oozes, I exude sex tunes,
Web shemale booties always do the duty.

A cute well-hung bitch brings the shit out,
And when they bend and spread, I wanna eat’em out.
At that point, I gotta stop,
Don’t wanna stop. My dildo rocks.

It’s getting’ hot in here, like Nelly.
So I pause the pod to stop the Kelly.
And I’m feeling the pain in my belly,
Now I’m ready, time to go get ready.

Hook 1
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

Verse 2
What the fuck is on ya’ll niggas mind,
Looking at me and feeling that I’m fine?
But you can’t accept that shit can you?
You niggas are such haters. I can’t stand you.

You got guns and we got guns,
So, let’s get together and have a little fun.
I can make you cum, and you can make me cum,
But brotherly love I know you want none of.

And I’m ready to die for what I believe.
And if you go, I’m sure that many will grieve.
But I’m an outcast so if I’m outblasted,
There’ll be considerebly less who’ll think tragic.

But this is fantastic,
Acrobatically giving you rhyme feeds to bring you to your knees.
So open up boy. [(Uh) Open up]
And tell me truthfully, you wanna suck?

Or we can fuck, me in the buck,
(or) you in the buck. So yo what’s up?
I like my nuts cupped and tugged firmly,
Or maybe cuffed and stuffed inside yo mouthpiece.

Man we can do whatever that brings pleasure,
And boy I’m off the meter, no need to measure.
Let’s get together and go to where ever,
I know this scene is hot, but I can show you better,

With leather straps, where I can gag you,
Or you can tie me up and light a candle.
Let the molten wax drip on my chest,
As I squirm and wiggle in the pleasantest,

Foreplay that’s oh so unrelenting,
Let myself go, and no pretending,
Just resending me to where plenty
desires are met with this chemistry,

Hook 2
And we can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man

We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man