These bullies at school tried to punk me for my lunch money,
They must of thought I was a fool and simply a slum dummy,
I reached for my tool, they thought the move was quite funny,
But actually the move was pretty smooth watch how they run from me.
I am crazy in the head, I am about to spaz out,
I play with death, Its crazy how this going to pan out,
Its like I got kicked in a cave, I am trying to climb out,
I am toxic with thoughts, so criminal, I need a time out.
Pin a tail on the donkey,
But dont call me a ass tho,
I may not be too smart but you aint in my class though,
If you think I am dumb you are simply wrong and an ass hole.
Chan in his Hollywood breakthrough film Rumble in the Bronx. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You can catch a game at Yankee‘s Stadium, or beat down in the south Bronx,
Or peep the Jamaicans on Gun Hill and White Plains Road dancing all day long,
The Bronx is where hip hop was blazing and battles are set to get epic,
You got to know about to Bronx, aka Bx, 2,4,5,6 train don’t disrespect it.
The seconds are counting down, the message it about to burn,
Do I accept the mission or shall I wait and skip my turn,
I make things possible I just got to rally up my team,
After a successful mission, couple explosions, in my bed I go to sleep and dream.
Damn homie you lie all the time,
You lie about everything in your rhymes,
I try to get you to stop, so you can tell no lies,
But you will keep at it until your life is on the line.
#diedlying
Jixi Fox
The Creative Nemesis
jixifox.me
Liar Liar is one of my all times favorite movie. Jim Carrey was so awesome and one of his best movie.
Its not your turn to talk, so shut the hell up, no words,
Its not your turn to walk, park those legs girl, you not leaving me,
Its not your turn to borrow money, where is that $5 you owe me,
If its not your turn sit your ass down, and wait your damn turn.
red bikini, blue jeans and a mic in hand (Photo credit: aldask)
Hand me the mic so I can spit a sick verse,
So wild and crazy yet I don’t even need to curse,
With a wicked rhyme scheme that quenches thirst,
Of the thirsty rappers and hip-hop community with blessed ears,
That knows true lyricism and masterful mic skills,
I reach for my pen to bleed ink on these pages,
Of all the pain and struggles I felt keeping from going insane,
It’s a shame my words won’t echo over the ear waves to feed the needy,
But it will surely beat up the block, streets and local open mics,
Who welcome young emcees to stand up and rip the mic,
So as I sit there waiting for my name to be called,
I am breathing heavily thinking on my delivering and growing some balls,
So once I hear my name jumping out the speaker box while crowd looks around,
I shall pour out my heart and be true to who I am as I put it down,
So hand me the mic so I can let loose some bars, a freestyle or a sick cypher,
And make sure my mic is loud because I want the whole world to hear me now.
Loaded up all my guns because I am about to shoot,
Got so many bullets in my arsenal, I don’t know what hell I am doing,
I think I am going to put the trigger, test me if you think I am a liar,
The quicker we are to the truth, I let the rounds of fast, rapid fire.
(No one was harmed in the making of this, it’s just lyrics of thought.)