Post a tight verse or rhyme

[Devious]

OK this has been done before, but i figured, why not do it again? lol anyway just post a verse or a couple of tight lines from a song.

Yo, projectiles lace the project aisles
organic hearts panic when I wreck shit and smile
With more props than New York City got blocks
I'll cripple your whole knot till your head drips of snot
First encounter with hell is facing Grim
Lacing human cells with radiation
Until cell mutation begins to permeate flesh
Like skin being pressed in barbed wire steel mesh
As 200 nerve endings record the pain
I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hitting the vein
The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue
Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official
I lack fear like a black bear, slash your chest area open
and have the whole world soakin within your hemoglobin
Then blast, your lyrics be on space and astrophysics
You couldn't be doper if you were Noreaga's chemist
Twistin the mic like Brooklyn fire hydrants in the summer
Bangin like a 4-Runner
Lyrically my formula is C4 to the 3rd power
Of ice fire and water
This equation causes manslaughter, torture
On the microphone, with the type of poem
That strikes like Capone with a baseball bat
Why waste a track? I'm better than all of that - Grim Reaper RIP (Gravediggaz) - Pit Of Snakes

 

[Devious]

And since i missed Big L's anniversary, I'll post a little something for a tribute

Fuck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York, and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin' my chips
You mad cuz I was in the van with your bitch, with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park
Countin' g stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie huntin', trigger temper, I'm quick to body something
You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'
I fuck around and throw 3 in ya chest then flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
I stopped hangin' around y'all, cuz niggas like you
Be prayin' on my downfall, hopin' I flop
Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' a rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what, nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you
You on some tagalong, flunkie, yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put ya money up
Put ya jewels up, naw, fuck it, put ya honey up
Put ya raggedy house up nigga, or shut ya mouth up
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of bloodshed
Turn ya touch (?) red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head
My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from
So what you actin' for, you ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga son, before I crack his jaw
You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men, I'm a be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have these niggas like, dammit, this nigga done done it again
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, 8 hundred and 50 rocks
I'm makin' wonderful figures, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas