Sticky: The Freeflow Sticky

[Samurai Rhythm]

...And at this pace, my expressions in face are riddled
with odds & sods, Gods are not enough to stop a metal
plate. It's man made, these hands played creator.
Title role to uphold my soul in the theater, I made "her"

I bit down upon the shackles of steel
with broad paws scarred, marred from
the lack of appeal that's bled from a long lost
cause for more sounds of soft winds, but instead
they all adore the path that ends in a coffin.

[LyricalInfinium]

Shin Maikaru

Listen...
I get bitches sweatin', like they trippin' off extacy...
I ain't even do nothin', they just standin' next to me...
Lord Khanstent, a ********' M to the extra C...
Ambassador of hip-hop, the booth is my embassy...
I will forever B, like after the A, but before the C...
Will anybody best me? Honestly, maybe eventually...
After I'm dead and gone, but everything that they said is wrong...
Because I'm the type to get ahead, even if my head is gone...
Yes I'm strong, sayin' ******** you, like I'ma do me...
Ain't sayin' I'm big, but ya'll lookin' like one inch and two feet....
Everytime they hear my songs they be like "Who he?"
I hear ya'll songs and I'm like, "******** the raps, who's beat?"
Who eats? My spits rock solid like I'm drinkin' concrete...
Makin' brainless fools fall off easier than trippin' zombies...
Come on b***h, I'm "it" like I was last to say "not me"...
With an attitude like "time", you mo ******** can't "stop me"...

Dope s**t right there. =)

[4o9]

Dug this up out the vaults

You say you eat grits but where's your integrity?
I don't see it and I don't feel the melody.
Could be my incompetence, but to place the blame on this,
Something with so much arrogance is too damn easy. Isn't it?
Hope I didn't loose you over rocky terrain.
Am I moving too damn fast for your micropolis brain?
This unmanned train of thought aint making stops for the lame,
It's on top of the exponential growth of the game.
My flow's so insane, it pours with the forces of 40 untamed horses.
I'm deplored by what you claim to be chores.
It's a privilege to mount up on these chords and
Tug on your whore-chains like the reins on my corncob carriage in the rain.
Cherish every bit of merit you gain from the errands
I brainwashed you into playing as sterile slaves.
Don't get any thoughts of your own unless alone is the place you call home.
I deboned the foundation and rerouted the mound's facelift
To a radiated bracelet around the crowd's same wrist.
I make s**t up and make it make sense, you're only saying it's junk
Because I wrote it in your script. b***h! .
Listening to the whispers of the destiny I'm manifesting.
This aint no jesting topic I'm taking the head of your pessimism
And lobbing it off into my rice bowl and eating it up with chopsticks.
Chalk this up to another optimist with crisscrossed hypocrisy
drip-dropping sloppily a viscous vat of androgyny cautiously.
I caution creeps that sneak and act all joshingly
When I peep the plans they fail to execute like 'magnifique!'
I magnetically attract magnifiers magically to apply the pliers
To you liars living in denial of my sneakers that grant me miles.
Is it my fault I choose to pick up my gifts? (YEP)
Is it my fault you picked up b***h habits instead? (NOPE)
Step back unless you want me to give you what you're asking for.
I don't think you really do but if you continue to abuse my bubble
I'll have to assume you're a masochistic whore.
I'll pass on the pass me the self-destruct button.
You have fun with that one, really.
I'm getting my kicks from putting my nose to the grindstone,
Sulking the sun up to get my razor-sharp head to glimmer.
You're gonna sit in a skillet on such low heat that
Your meat will generate maggots spontaneously before you even simmer.
I'm the big bang boy, exponentially getting bigger!
You're just a white dwarf star and we'll soon turn down the dimmer.