GACKED OUT lol DOPALOST ALONG THE WAZE"Beach ball - raz pro"..

GACKED OUT lol



DOPALOST ALONG THE WAZE

"Beach ball - raz pro"

How come my dopamine just ain't enough to get me up?

Chemically entrusted me, I squeeze out the last of what I got

Feeling me till im pleased then  PEACE reality, Im out

Off to a land where the scene ain't a front

Where the people got my back, where im leader of the pack

Nobody taxing my ass, its a fantastic blast

Arts and Crafts Laughs Fresh raps all that

Huge Stash of that funk, bottomless phat bags

left behind the past, went beyond the train of thought i had,

Finally a spot that belongs in me not on my pants

Where i'm at's the place to be, I'm out my mind but in my peace

Forget me not but never know really who i be

WHO I want to be you can see me through the trees

seems busting out my top notch upper body rock drop

in my pond nah man i think ill knock u out

watch out dont lose ya head hold ur breath

Cause this catatonic rhyming goddess a tsunami
Dropping More than just Haze, kamikazi sound waving

Verbal Arsenal about to hit you all with My name

Rhymes flow chronic beats until the crowd know me     

Nod yes, applaud the princess like the rest,

but the response is kinda modest for the emcees i'm most proud and the ones i bump the loudest cause they can bless the crowd, give em something real to think about, leaving them in silence, wish I had a truth worth spillin out  

 any TRUE emcees still around to make me proud? Knowing when to bow and when to lead keeps me grounded. When Im wowed I give props and emcees my admiration

Your momma told ya, Quit bouncing on the bed, well my momma told me quit bobbing ya head

because we running out of tylenol, you'll never see me fall

cause i be climbing higher than the escalators at the mall

If you ain't on the wack track then you better adjust your path pop a Louie pop a fewey till a chemical attack

Reaction AA hey fools say my name take away the reputation but you still the same

You want it to be known – let it be done be known

we learnt it at school about the books we read at home

but who was that? Dr. someone, professor thatsafact

enough of phds gimme lmnopeace 

to roll a leaf, Join the team, if you down with the scene these kids about the streets, but I'm more into paths, see

make way to the back yard, surprise party attack

 pin down the asses, hit the kids with candy dishes,

bobbing for the Benjamins, gain some sense for petes d heavens's sake

they say sleep upon it when u really gotta think, i say nap on the table send your cards out saying thanks

take ya bed out to breakfast cause its time u laid upon the lovin

taking pillows to the face, cover up how many geese u chased

on the way to dinner got some head board

 from across the plain i chase detail every day

patiently await the month of maize so i can say shucks like a give a fuck today

MR MIC
so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it inlong time been loving you, tuggin on your string,but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thingI've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched yaMight my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ? a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers, a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirpNo matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - 
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or churchYou make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough
 you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maignoh mr microphone you just like a little ho
you be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,
Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya home
Any hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplifyYou don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,


(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line 
Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's hand
winds ing-round-the chimeThe pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)
You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats rightNo matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequenciesYou can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed betweenCrews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up'sProperty of who be trying to rock you in the spotYou reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping heartsBleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouthsWhichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thingWhoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlemWhatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glassMagnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung lamingServant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitateFables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-matesYoure a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of foolsThe masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,
Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....


so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it inlong time been loving you, tuggin on your string,but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thingI've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched yaMight my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirpNo matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worseYou're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maignoh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya homeAny vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplifyYou don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chimeThe pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizerYou get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats rightNo matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequenciesYou can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed betweenCrews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up'sProperty of who be trying to rock you in the spotYou reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping heartsBleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouthsWhichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thingWhoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlemWhatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glassMagnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung lamingServant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitateFables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-matesYoure a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of foolsThe masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....