Bang bang.keep it goin.Haa

Hey, I'm back up in this contest, after a long rest

And to be honest I think I'm just back for the promise

Of fame, so prepare to check it, and exit the game.

A method of wrecking the shame, eclectic when ejecting the lame.

A pecking order distorter, more to the former quarter-porter

Than a simple border of a sort of morbid disorder.

An ambition to ease the restrictions on critical depictions

Of instruments of wealth similar to some siege-and-sieze missions.

Indecency hits the industry as Alzheimers hits a memory.

Remember me? No, cause I'm sending tender fees, my shit is free.

Fame is a distant dream with none visiting.

In America, the only time you'll see me on TV

Is if I'm shooting teens, killing sprees, reaping freely.

Or if I'm choofing, please, spilling drinks, feeling greedy.

For truly these enemies feed negative pieces.

Where good CDs go unsold, where untold masses of bastards are rappin,

About slapping bitches and trapping snitches.

The classics are back, but as indigenous, the riches are missing.

So fuck your shit system, the lyrics are victim, and here I depict them.

Your nerves are rapped? Can't work the track?

Cause words detract the verse when worse than fact.

It's like cherry removed from the Coke during a crunch time;

And now your joke can never set up a punch line.

Maybe it's cause you're king, flipping and serving beef,

Got the yellow and burgundy bottles,

You're an animal serving Old Mr. McDonald.

Maybe you're making bread, getting brain and taking heads.

But I'm doing the same, slaying the sane, you're a zombie playing the lanes.

THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.THESE NIGGAS WANT TO HOLD ME BACK.

Dope.

real shit tho,how is this a competition,we just spit lines? how will we determine the winner?

I'm just waiting for more people to join up. Right now I'm just throwing stuff out there. Are you interested?

i said jst say when.

I'll wreck your dialect at my discretion

Etching messages and questioning your estrogen.

You're wrestling, embezzeling the Benjamins.

I'm unhinging where the engine is.

I'm divine, slight the fight, Eisenhower, like Ike?

Striking mics at a bridal shower

Idle's how I stride along the plight like I'm riding towers

It's the ninth hour, smiting bowers til the lightning's over-powered.

How would I write when the detritus is alight

With dykes who blight the mic but aren't bright

enough to bide, and bite while the bile is sour.

I was behind the times, but I'm enlightened now.

Who here is willing and able to record to compete for prizes?

1. H311isREAL