tHa 9tH ReALm: rap when im bored like a guitar cord i make noise like little boys playing with fire crackers i aint a cracker i got back stacked on the walls so high its flying going by and messing with ya mind in time it gots ya in a bind this rhyme unlimited u prohibited and style is contributed i stimulate this to the next level embeveled in ya mind 50 million times in time i splat you like a rap i rip you into a million pieces read this and when ya done ill be sleepin with the fiends n swiging at trees im so trippin ima trollin i be rollin with a million dollar rose n i be tokin all day long im stoked and i be related to hardened criminals the law is unevitable its regretable but inforgettable
tHa 9tH ReALm
: ya like that?
Trix RT
: i guess
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol
Trix RT
: it made my head hurt 2 reda it
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol
tHa 9tH ReALm
: why?
Trix RT
: nah it's good
Trix RT: it's liek alot reading
tHa 9tH ReALm: LOL!
tHa 9tH ReALm
: u can do it trixy!
tHa 9tH ReALm
: can u rhyme anymore?
tHa 9tH ReALm
: lol
Trix RT
: i guess
Trix RT: i'm washing my pants tho =p
tHa 9tH ReALm: LOL
tHa 9tH ReALm
: ok
tHa 9tH ReALm
: peace
Trix RT
: leme finsih then i'll bustem
tHa 9tH ReALm: ima play cs in a minute
tHa 9tH ReALm
: later tho fa sho
Trix RT
: l8s
Trix RT: yo
Trix RT: I'm too hot to trot I rock and don't stop, always ontop like a cap that don't pop. I steal this spot and take higher, fly off like a 6 year old who's wired, 6 pounds of sugar l8er a new flavor of this Trixy mess, they type fruityless. A test from the best, but not to diss teh rest it doesn't need to come from the chest behind the vest, from the streets is not the only place music nests.
tHa 9tH ReALm: spit quick these hits stick in time ya mind is mine its unlimitd in rhymes so i used it and abused it corrupted it and refused it allegidly confused it so i bruised it and threw it in the trash a lifes long work gone to the mass its a piece of trash mine is a thousand times better its not as regretable as a thousand time inevitable dont touch me im combustible to the third degree like emcees i tear thru there invlountary muscles i bustle togethor 3 rhymes spit em togethor and they come out at the same time like mine is unstoppable unmopable try to stop me? uncomprehendable ya bendable like ya vest its not buletproof neither is ya chest nigga ya just fucked with the best now rest in bed and yes its tru it what i said
tHa 9tH ReALm
: like that trixy?
Trix RT
: nice
tHa 9tH ReALm: ;-)
tHa 9tH ReALm: want some more?
Trix RT
: Unstoppable not untopable, ya rhymes die liek all teh rest, whither a way I say they forgetable, lets' bnot talk about regetable, inevitavble? ya like ima stop that? just as much as i'll drop that, leave it flat as new i rhymes become old they become teh ones I spat before I spit out new ones, like 2 guns, smokin' so quike they flew past and ya relaxed cuz ya thought that it had past, prepare to breathe deep to place ya seen, ya wanna rhyme off w/ me?
tHa 9tH ReALm: tru
tHa 9tH ReALm
: lemme read my boys
tHa 9tH ReALm
: brb
Trix RT
: lol
tHa 9tH ReALm: unlimited ya prohibited in style like airplane miles ya wasted i baste in ya blood and dont take this its my weed its like the only involuntary and yes its inevitable non regretable but dont let me catch ya guns like hamburger buns ill eat em my tek9 will blast thru them like a heata smoke is slow as blokes they aint relaxed like a monsta pad i lay u flat like a mat this rap just tore thru and went to you like a dirty jew i ripped ya spine and looked at you
tHa 9tH ReALm
: 8-)
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol
Trix RT
: Let me see what I can do about this... another lyrical mess, worst that the last teh shit regressed but only as much as I guessed. I told ya ass my shit's the best ya shuddn't have mest. Like every MC i agree that I'm not only unstopable but untopable, ima hold my title till teh day I die the one guy who's rhymes still fly not a nigga can tie so shut ya eyes and sigh.
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol
tHa 9tH ReALm
: ok
tHa 9tH ReALm
: untopable nor unstopable ya hymes is trash like a medias mass it gets thrown around and harassed like a tek in ya cheast no vest can stop this ya die like the rest my bad son its already decided and done like a bum i run and stop and look and dont fall i ball like a bullet in ya mouth and a trout on a hook i chose you to be mine my bitch in time ya mind is mine no stoppin it like a chart im toppin it
Trix RT
: The attack get's weak the stench of ya rhymes becomes a reak, a break ya need to take a leak. ya sound uncomfortable ya wana come off unhuntable liek ya growth is unstunable. must I pick up the ball ya dropped when ya rhymes got fubled? when ya ass got humbled ya mind got tumbled. and now ya attack get's cold and te game get's old, ya wanna nether helpin'? be my guest lemme put my shit to teh test unless ya wanna give it a rest?
tHa 9tH ReALm: nope im down for round 4
tHa 9tH ReALm
: here goes its an unlimited flow a story rhyme bout trixy and his fake ass pixy and his hoe blueman shes his sone in command like a band of sweat on ya head this book is read and leaves ya lying on ya death bed the cushion is red like a unstunnable runnable nigga/ son u a bum aint nothin to it my rhymes just blew it and it just confused shit
tHa 9tH ReALm
: ;-)
tHa 9tH ReALm: LMAO blueman
tHa 9tH ReALm
: i meant son in command
Trix RT
: Round 4? nah nigga I'll take this shit to round 25 outlastin' every fool who don't step aside, never will I rest nor will I resign cuz in the #1 spot 4ever will I reside, my rhymes just glide mu shit just slides and liek the motion of the ocean it's high tide and high time to bust the sea wall, and make ya crawl cuz never will I give up and neva wil lI bawl cuz I got the shit that makes mountains quake cool as a lake teh shit that makes grown men cry and young men die.
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol nice yo
Trix RT
: yeah i know, teh shit just flows and grows and grows and neva slows
tHa 9tH ReALm: lol
tHa 9tH ReALm
: its a bind in ime ya mind is mine like unlimited men of marching armies they applaud me and surround me around me u a groupee
tHa 9tH ReALm
: im out yo
Trix RT
: l8s
Trix RT: Groupies or gotees? ya mean the heshin crowd? the pale faced fruits from the rich side o' town? do my rhymes make ya weep do my ryhmes make ya frown? again I step up again ya back down. Once and for all I got ta say this ya gotta lotta spirit ya shoot but ya miss, i don't wanna crush ya so i spit out ryhmes that just brush ya, but if ya ask twice be put down then i'll knock ya to the ground, when ears start bleedin ya know ya hear the sound, ofa thousand rhymes per minute nah mak ethat 10 thousand, liek zach de la rocha i'm housin'