rhyme talk

im walkin tha walk/ talkin tha talk/ rockin tha hiphop scene/ wit a fascinating gleam/ what a gansta rapper/ what a rhyme genius/ they can believe i'm poppin them things wit a big shot/ explodin wit vibes on radio/ blazin hot tha stereo/ a bit of me they wanna feel/ when they wanna get some thrill/ why despise me/ if you dont like me /i dont care if you are tha boss of your empire/ in ma hood i'm da vampire/ i'm a big boy wit a big toy/ i do big and bigger things/ fly in big and bigger wings/ y'all know it is flamin hot/ when i touch da spot/ y'all know it's total massacre when ma joint hit da club/ thats why people loose control /when i hit them wit ma flow!

trista

I'm da backbone of da Rap loonies/lipstick/No one can prove me wrong/ cos i'ma gansta /top notorious ganster /who survived sixteen shots/and still breathing on da streets of crime/ Me aint no hustler movin faster/but da real gansta/ this is my life way /if u dont like it anyway/grin pounds/ my shot is swinging/who's kiddin/ no pleadin/just mild whisperings shakin down black fellaz/some fellaz / cryin beggin on the streets for money/but always gambling/ You tryna mess with me/i gotta make u flip down/ with ma crazy clicky gun/listen round town/ my song gives adirty punch/ You better go wash your mummy dirty underwaers/ and stop messing when i'm around

slingshot

This is the real slingshot poppin this splidiz/with Rap Clause Gangsters/Y'all love ma style y'all got crazy/ kneeedl bowed, kissed my feet/ /i'll drop ma gun click on ya slippery lips of stiches/ all ya hands up/where your guns are/drop that gun lets face reality with tristic/i got crazy pretty coinz of pound sterlings/ rollin on ma lyrical manuscripts/as i was crown the black lyricist/

rhythm with bruise

i was down in tha hood/ thuggin street of smoke fuse/in ma gangsta shoes/ wit no excuse/just a rhythm wit bruise/i had critical bloody game broken loose/i got shot up/ in tha game of crime poppin/ soon jailed and beaten/time running they thought i'll be dead/but im still breathin smiling wit tha same style/y'all have forgotten my crazy rhmes ticklings/ that gives a bloody hitz/for many riches y'all trade your souls for money/ but cant be like me!