“Put Up Some Music and Stop Effing Around”

- a comment left in my facebook honesty box

I need the occasional kick in the ass, thank you.

and your welcome.

mp3 – http://sharebee.com/c49bf1e8

Phee:

Its mr 4 wings and fries, flows unsupervised
used to be super sized, now you are neutralized
get deeper like a scuba dive, brutalize
who am i?
slap you in your face stupid guy
don’t ever come wan try test us
matter fact
we leave ur school tutoring extra semesters
check my lectures on the podium
slicker than petroleum
layin in linoleum
see what i be sayin, im foldin em
sucka emcees
middle finger all my foes still fuckin w/ phee
it go 1 for the money
2 before it fall
3 for grand phee, oh yea, and Rhyson Hall
and im still raw
metaphors out my jaw
or just because
gimmie all my applause
fuck breakin the law cuz they already bbroken
why should i pay the crooks if they out back smokin???

Rhys:

Ay ya yo
Its Rhyson Hall smokin crystalite bomb
dont touch the mic wand
im magic when ya’ll cut the mic on
the lady killer
aint her iller
than a till of looted skrilla
chillin in ya hand?
Ma Mr. Got Damn!
that nigga nice as Grandma’s
kisses when she hit u wit the hamhocks
and the macaroni after sandlot
games, i be plain old redic
see dick?
treat this
special as adhesives, to stick to your cereb kits
beat this
wit a bison bat, tattooed by Michael Jack
ya’ll contractin syphonitis from the type of rhyme i spat
hyperjack
any beat and pipe it back
like a hymen fat
baggin up the nightly cat
i am that
nigga, rap
figure
dreaded, to snack
these trigger happy rap cats like its after dinner
who winner?
u nigga
the high priest of rhyme treats
so try these
nuts up in yo mouth and let em digese…

provided to you by Rhyson Hall