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'