Regulate

My plan is to regulate with a desert eagle, fuck scuffling,

since advanced schemes the man dream not, too high,
too fly, who I? Asiatic black kid sees through the plot,
groove hot, my hood is flaming I move not, you soup,
The Ancient black Hebrew, proven to be smooth,
I bust for ladies lust, what I practice is God's science,
the one man alliance, blamming iron, Black Moses,
host my people, rules and jewels like I am standing on Zion,
endangered species are dying, we speak math,
outcome of the wrath was a blood bath, the path I follow,
is laid by God, work I put in made me hard, Shakespeare,
with Shaka Zulu's spear, rock the mic make ladies shake their rear,

Never sell my soul.

The nappy headed king sling the pronounce that bounce,
on beats, go round and hold down my hood, never sell my soul,
it is all good I am down and make my name know through nouns and verbs,
the super sonic bomb spit you talk trash, I stay calm kid,
I brag about my skills, you brag and talk how you kill,
I stalk my pray and like RUN DMC I walk this way,
the blazing showcase for my peeps, I do not smoke weed,
no more pork, I pop cork, rock mics for a sport,

No one can stop me from rapping, It is in God's hand,
the advanced plans and smarter moves, tear the roof off,
the pure hip hop fan, no blam blam man, the Asiatic black kid,
rap this, no more practice I got it in my blood, flip quick for chips,
grip the microphone, rhyme in a hyper tone, drop an icy poem,
frozen more emotions in motion like the Indian ocean, posing
overdose of lyrical narcotics.

True hits stand on more corners than Rubicks cube,
rude spit hits harder than you think, smarter moves,
harder grooves, the Spartican, Shining like Re,
check the god agian, darker tan burning under the hot sun,
out for props, rock spots and blast harder than shots from glocks,
got more blocks on lock, from slums to the docks,
Your cook rocks raps are not all that, save the kids,

with your wack act you can fall back, the streets are filled with,
goons who creep under the full moon like a pack of wolfs,
make room or soon you will be doomed,
like a spell from a wicked witch, or you wanna see,
black Jason on Helloween on the Elm street,
get redder cause I have to, to the beats on time, don't nap dude,
this is rap true, further a due, label my moves smooth,
able to tell the rude truth, enigmatic fat raps, overcome setbacks.

Cold brag.

What the deal? There no realing for fake ones,
for God's sake I cake up raps, never broke wax,
I want soul claps, I ball fat, roll that green,
fall back, cold facts spitting, I am hitting,
The jackpot, thoughts that is dope, it is a
cold brag, smoked like salmon rappers be,
the traditional recipe for ones who's blessing me,
ladies use to stress me, thugs use to test me,
black kid from Asia where the best be,
Kick like Wesley Snipes, the hype physic,
ill like Mike, build like sheiks in the dessert,
into deep like seeking treasures,

Unwind in a six.

As If my vocals are graphics, I came to tell the story straight,
balling great, all the plain facts, in insane raps,
nobody can claim that, I am the main act,
reign and rule, I make rappers loose their loot,
not strapped like a boot, but raps are smooth,
clap no tool, act cool, the black kid with soul,
All the non believers are done, run with the guns,
front on me I show you styles, indeed peep this for awhile,
I came long way pal, with lyrics that is sick,
no gimmicks but the realism, unwind in a six,
come grind with the rhyme mastermind, need a fix?
for chicks and thugs I flip like a dosage of narcotics,
like a magician I got mad tricks,

No hydro.

No hydro but a tight flow, alright,
the bright type of insights, take you to new heights,
like kites, do not bite just write, mad fights last night,
cops want bribe, stand tall and ball with a golden soul,
no role play this is life, this is like living the last days,
some go fast forward, no replay, masses chase wealth,
some passive with raps no action, drop lyrics about fashion,
I am asking my self why all these rappers whacked son,
guns blow daily that is how they view us,
no love to be found, I am down like a meteorite,
not that complex, the content about combat,
the context is bomb threats, come check the ill formatted,
dope raps for soul claps

I rock.

Who got it on lock, bust raps like a glock,
why get knocked? I guess it is all about the buck,
I see why you stuck, So bro you need an other profession,
such as rapping, not gat clapping,
bring the instrumental, I centre the mental,
for fly ladies gentle, I make it rough,
I am hard like hockey puck, I rock Iraq to Kuwait,
the weight of the cow meat from the street is huge,
I am acting smooth in the booth, I get rude since my mood,
is all hood, give the punk rappers the boot,
what the deal, what I drop for props,
never stop hops, forget about drops and yachts,
let’s rock spots and drop top notch hip hop.

Set the mood right.

I reign like I am the ruler, the fly girl fooler,
dope songs on in my poems, deep like the cyberspace of Lawnmower Man,
I am all sober, not slinging grams, so scram fam, my vocals blam,
the vandal walk like Jesus, thesis is peaceful, streets and the beast,
how to escape the eternal fire, desire for spinning higher,
not singing is a choir, the flyer individual with the daily ritual,
the ill villain, give you a feeling, that is real,
ball out and go to all extremes, fiend for all the cream,
mind state all green, surviving the rough times by any means,
so it seems, the greed is taking over, Strike with a hype,
the snake bite of a cobra, set the mood right like a opera.

You better ink.

The freestyle fanatic, the addict to caffeine,
the supreme slang to stimulate your thoughts,
I do this rap thing for a sport, name a court,
I flame the target with hard hits, spark it,
the dark kid, making heads nodding,
The Asian is all about innovation, spacing with,
my feet up, set the vibe like channel live,
check out the station of identification,
flavour lacing, from the attic to the streets,
the endangered species on the beats,
peace, I take you higher than trees,
ease and breathe, the scene lit like trees.
Freeze your wrist might be, bling and bling,
Showing off your mink, I think, you better,
Ink, the dope raps, for soul claps.

No wilding.

No wilding, bring the sound from here to Ireland,
the low pro hip hop hero, the champ stomp cats,
bomb raps to ear drums, the calm act I fear none,
I am aware that people might stare at what I do,
do not care, do not hate the player or the game,
isn’t nothing changed, gain props and hot rocks,
the buttery dough what I am after, if you ain't,
touch with the rapture, I have to blast you,
stop talking trash, check out the righteous path,
check the math, sick like a horror flick, outcome,
was a bloodbath, I got to get stacks, check,
I wreck, the vocals blow like techs, texts flex,
What is next, the best is out to sling the dope,
Grammar, not hammer blasting thing,

Love, peace and happiness.

Is there ever going to be love, peace and unity in hip hop music? I think it is hard to reach these above mentioned goals in the hip hop community. There are many music genres where there is a harmony. I think that is not in the nature of the hip hop culture. I think there is an element from the streets involved with the hip hop culture.

Love: Where ever there is love people can work together and achieve something. This is in the hip hop culture that is why there are so many collaborations are in the game of rap. I can give you an example the song called "Black republicans" is a song made my former enemies who became friends and made a great hit. Nas and Jay-Z are hip hop's big names in the hip hop music. I think showing love is the way to get things done.

Peace: Where ever there is love there is peace. I think in the today's hip hop culture there is lots of peace between rappers. I think rappers Cam'ron and Ma$e are really cool. They influence other rappers to collaborate and achieve riches.

Unity: Where ever peace and love is there can be unity. I think there is a lots of people need to join in some sort of community to take them out of the social isolation. There is the Templeofhiphop for all the heads out there who like to study the hip hop culture. In this case you can be part of a culture.

Capone and Noreaga.

This is one of my favourite rap duos of all time. They have given many contributions to the hip hop community. They released songs like T.O.N.Y, L.A, L.A, Driver seat and many more on their first album.

The solo projects were really successful. The solo album of Noreaga called N.O.R.E was partly produced by Capone. This album was really a success. This album contained songs such as Superthug and N.O.R.E. The beats are great. The video of Superthug is shot in a mansion and in a dessert. This beat is mad hype. The solo project of Capone called 'Pain, time and glory' is an underground hit. It contains many guest featurings of Grim team.

If you like east coast rap music this is the rap duo you got to check out. They are really shining in the rap music world.

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My style unique.

Who at this? the hip hop fanatic dropping gems,
my hymns for the spins, blend poetry with beats,
sweet and no beef, because I speak no evil,
keeping my style unique for my people,
wetting heads with the fluid like regal gear,
be aware do not stare at the young wiz kid,
I might flip, and make your heart beat skip,

I see people slide in fat cars, like stars,
by far I practice my body, soul and my mind,
drinking wine is not me, my freestyles flow,
for free without charging a fee, see further,
how I do, staying true not spilling brew,
stand in between the crowd like an interlude.

Lyrical bomb spit.

My rhymes are sick like it is out of a Vietnam flick,
the Asiatic calm kid got lyrical bomb spit,
the hard hits I present invent and set trend,
with the hype flows, the for sure blow, and you know,
the style that is untouched, the roughness no bluffing,
split a Dutch and watch how I rhyme great raps designed,
check out the whole nine, so fine.

Check the dope sounds from the underground, while you wonder how,
I bring the thunder, now, gats spit like blauw, and I admit that I can spit,
the hype flows to show how this should be done,
I am not the one to clown around,
the glow of my chain is blinking,
just link and sink in your thoughts,

Ill rhyme patterns.

The brown skin king to drop poems off the dome,
crown me, do not clown me, I am down, get busy,
bring the sound kid, from the underworld, No bid,
get rid of snitches, we all got eyes on riches,
many ended up in ditches, money is the root of all evil like witches,
I am not rude at all, step correct when you approach me,
foes frozen I roast you with toast,
ghost you with poems, it is known like flavour of prawn,
do the dirt by my lone some, act grown and mind your tone, son.

grammar sling the thug thing, the rapping ritual of superior spiritual,
witness the slickness, the remedy for the sickness,
the convo is thick, betting not or sweating,
the ill rhyme patterns, form here to Manhattan,
fly ladies in satin

Soul and mind combine.

I be at the coast, catching a sun tan,
no sweaters or heaters needed, not getting drunk,
or weeded, I serve rappers in a hurry like rice and curry,
vision never blurry, Use to rock South Pole pants and understanding,
of this Asiatic kid is advanced, dance to smooth tunes under the moonlight,
set the mood right, rhymes I shine with,
soul and mind combine, I see people fine dine,
I represent the whole nine, always something fresh to rap,

Smooth stepper, the brass drinking loud mouth story teller,
slick raps for everybody, I sling no shotty,
thugs crime like Gotti, rocking the party,
no one can stop me, do not care if you know karate,
my raps goes click clack what I am a paparazzi?

The divine glock nine called rap.

Eyes on the ocean view, sun tan lotion,
for my skin, and I begin with ill sentences,
deeper than Rollie and a Benz mind state,
I stay laced with dopest beats and spit,
in a hype, the type you never seen before,
you need to explore all about the Asian,
It is not all about paper chasing,
Destroy Satan, with the divine glock nine,
called rap, the metaphorically all that,
fall back you fools, I represent the Now school,

You Rainman, eating swine and cause you know the girl next door,
thinking you are playing man, I am slain ehh, you laim ass,
this rap no politics of scholar ships, streets are involved,
so guns blow, sons run though, stay where you be at,
rats can not step in a dope manner, smell the gunpowder of smoking hammers,
the dope rap kid holding down the nation, PraShawn snap your neck like prawn dome,
no more home grown.

I got rhymes.

Word up, I see murder plots and cats that gets knocked,
Blocks with crack spots, I got rhymes and beats for the street to rock,
I talk no bull shit, ill raps that spit like a full clip,
the scripts are written to be hitting with freestyles,
in mean while sit back and watch, pop some scotch,
check out top notch hip hop, out to get props,

lyricism for heads to check, I wreck and rip with styles,
word to God I got to eat, It ain’t sweet,
I do not talk the talk if I can not walk to the beats,
My raps is the truth, metaphors are real,
Euphoric dope raps you can explore like the core of art of war,
I got to flow, for a higher cause I work without a pause,

The truth.

I attack on wax, countless mic checks, flex texts,
stack like bricks, stash like chips, the props the main issue,
rhyming about drops and yachts, not me to diss you,
keeping it real the raw deal, four wheeling the sub urbs,
some people high of bubbly and herbs,
feeling all right, battle tight, never snake you,
there are enough fake dudes are around, I will break you,
like a b-boy, fly ladies smooth,

I give you the truth, not rude it is bitter,
my moves are like a game of chess, I have never been a quitter,
the lines spitter, out to make hits, no doubt never fake sick,
I take cake and make way now,
stakes are high, guns pop, I get props, rock spots, from the corners,
to the docks, pumping LOX, into deep with sharks,

I witness.

Can not be stopped, the lyrics form like the articles,
the chronical, punch lines fly till it is bed time,
form here to Kuwait, I move my muscles and flex,
hop out of the whip, bomb graffiti text,
this kid cool and calm, I am a grown man with plans,
under the full moon to dope tunes and beats, soon I return,
to earn to burn, never turn my back on my people,
for instance I witness lots of snitching,
striking distance with those oppose the frozen cold flow,
in motion like a flick, ill poetry, grooves too slick,

The individual is the murder raps slinger, the gutter butter,
ill formatted dope rhyme thinker, never stutter,
in another words I am narcotics type of lines inker,
bragging boasting is the daily ritual,
tagging, tongue tosses and turns, of course the bosses max in flavour,
cross waters and borders for paper, thugs dream about chips,
grip the microphone and zone from midnight till the early morn,
sling for cheddar, word is bond.

Serve the mankind.

Grind and rhyme all the time, no falling behind,
all soul and rhythm and blues and jazz, newest,
rapper out, I got clout, down with the underground,
Like a crown I shine, the ruler, the scholar who hollers,
showing true colours, flowing with styles,
low from the mainstream hype, the main thing to make hits,
I break like b-boy, for god's sake, my art great, spark like a scud,
mark the techniques, hard hitting and spitting ill formatted,
dope raps. fall back, I got cold facts, why fools like you all really paid,

The preservertists, serve the mankind,
angels with 7 swords, with the wrath,
and bless the righteous man, my people,
got the brightest plans, from goons under the full moon,
to hustlers, some need the slightest gram, we sharp like a harpoon,
fiends and thieves, guns and all the hype, now what the deal?
small time schemes grow, ball all the time, do not get between bro,
I am like a high roller, could of being a slave,
for Coca Cola, I choose the rhythm, let it hit them.

Ill with vocals.

Ill with the vocals, chill with kids wishing a soulful,
formatted dope raps, me I am all that, dressed in all black,
some need to fall back and do not stress the facts,
That I am holding down the underground, lyrics,
without gimmicks, the slick raps for you,
so grab your brew, gather up your crew,
hear, what I send through the wire, for a higher cause,
I work boss, hotter than chilly sauce,
pause rhythms, and begin with fly sentences,

Focus like a lens, doper slang, do not hang,
on every word I say, You might light herbs,
I do not play hate, I am on time without delay,
I spray like graffiti, from sub urban to the city,
got it on lock, the block knows my name,
aim for more fame, play the competition like a ball game,
no matter the weather, it is fat, I drop this for props,
use to rock Perry Ellis sweaters.

Where I am at.

Rap fast and slow, wrath blast and make dough,
where you be at? I make moves and fed up with drug plots,
massive murder rates, thieves and rapists,
kids scheme, teaming up, beaming and dreaming,
fiend for cream, the dollar slang, the street scholar,
with plans, holler for an anti blam, blam jam,
my hood is grimy, sudden deaths, cats take breath,

People die, slugs fly, young minds wasted,
green bags are rolled, actual facts,
coming at you, I bet you had to sweat to get where you be at,
why getting wet up, if can see through the set up,
some jokers are fake, we make and for god's sake,
for props and to rock the hot spots, I am focused,
like a lotus above the waters, my sound can not be,
unnoticed, the underground rapper, not a gun clapper,
what I got on my heart, is preserving the hip hop culture,
art of rapping just nod, I got the smarts to drop knowledge,
from the start, word to God, you heard the audio visual version,
I rap for props,

Centre the mental.

I am a goon creeping under the full moon,
soon I find a tune to kick my slick raps,
sharp like a harpoon, spark the mic from mid night,
till noon, harsh like the third world,
smart creative original lyrics,
the slick convo no gimmicks,
thick vocals entire for ladies desire,
for my brothers I kick this with wisdom,
knowledge for the temple to uplift them,
centre the mental, lord,
I flex my next text the best way, soulful above the norm.

The position I am in you wishing,
catching tans while I am fishing,
intense with sentences no limits,
the gent not bent these days,
forget he says she says,
Check what I display, the visual,
I do not play hate, the ritual of bragging,
and boasting from coast to coast,
the host with most hype texts.

I love hip hop music.

I think it is great to be a hip hop fan. I am not from New York that is why I am not familiar with all the New York slang. I think what makes the hip hop culture great is that the streets are involved. Hip hop music's main purpose was to keep the kids off the streets. In the early stage of the hip hop culture it was achieved by the oldschool rappers.

Nowadays the streets are involved with rap music. The main figures in the hip hop culture are the street smart rap artists. I think that is okay too, because this is a great opportunity for the street kids to make it big in the rap game. I think it is all right to kick knowledge on the microphone. It is also all right to represent the streets through the raps. I think the most famous rappers like Pac, Biggie, Nas and Jay-Z are street wise rap artists. They influenced the young generation of rappers in a great manner. They were the ones who brought the streets back. In the mid eighties rappers like Rakim and Kool G. Rap were the early adopters of the street smart raps. They originated gangsta rap. Soon the west coast rappers took over and dominated the charts with gangsta rap. It is great that hip hop music became main stream in USA, because it is a great way for rappers to eat. I think even the underground rappers can shine if they stay true to the style they master.

I love hip hop music. It made me a rich soul. I hope hip hop music can survive the time, which is still to come. I hope there will be new generation of rappers who is willing to come with their own styles and keep rap music a diverse music genre.

The one man alliance.

I will rhyme; fine lines combine with beats,
ear to the streets, I pack no heat,
stack more lyrics; bust this for my peeps in Jeeps,
freestyle fanatic, who at this? It will be me,
free your minds; it is all science, the one man,
alliance, show you peace signs, crazy not me,
lazy hardly, God is within me,
the art is part of the black kid,
hopping out of the whips, mind on chips.

I got love for my fam, the grams I do not cook,
Holy scrolls keep me from falling into the eternal fire,
slowly smoke my cigarettes, assassins for hire, getting drunk with vets,
on the set not dreaming about drops and yachts, forget bets,
props my main issue, it is thin air like brain tissue,
disappear, me do not care, but beware approaching me,
fly like Fin air, the Asiatic bro be.

Seek knowledge and wisdom.

Seek knowledge and wisdom, speak science,
to uplift, want to be rich like the bank,
of the Nile, God's people exist in the,
Garden of Eden, destroy triple six,
the descent of the Asiatic black man,
still smoking the microphone, blaze
in a hyper tone, amaze faces,
with the ingredients and the flavours,
for my peeps to get the papers,

The style profound, deep like the ocean,
flow with techniques, I bet vets,
get with this, stacks of math,
digital black book, the villain,
dropping without hooks, not stopping,
just listen, the Moet flow, in a position,
you are wishing, not just dissing,
accomplish the mission, the combat
in the concrete jungle, the calm kid,
playing humble, rapid rap fluid,
You know it and knew it, the true hits.

The hype kid.

From back to the front, I move the crowd,
no doubt, the hype kid that rips shows,
the flow stay tight, the soul is bright,
the goal is to fight, the power,
I eat great, work hard do not get played,
out for the cake, I wake the heads,
make through my talents, forget about being,
a felon, the melons are swollen, soldiers
are fallen, I am balling, you claim,
with the styles you have been stolen,

The golden shine when I drop my raps,
upon the crowd, enlighten with a dope aim,
mics getting ripped, no ice, more rice,
from a dice game, the precise tactics,
accurate I strike the fake with the wrath,
my path is laid to get bread, Ebonics,
super sonic, the calm kid is to drop,
bomb spit, from Iraq to Kuwait,
I was getting my weight up,
from selling weight, do not hesitate.

My ancestors.

Fine lines designed for me to shine,
my people fine dine, I grind,
rhymes combined with beats,
the streets is red hot, I am not,
slinging rocks but get bread,
without breaking a sweat,
the supreme knowledge I drop,
my ancestors created great civilizations,
the science of Gods and Earths,
gave me the birth,

I got knowledge to be street smart,
wisdom from the bible, overcome,
the system, my rivals arrive with rifles,
I control my soul, the original man's ritual,
be rhyming on a digital rhyme book,
without hooks, I leave wack rappers shook,
like a booty at a carnival,

My rhyme book is digital.

My rhyme book is digital, the cultural ritual,
the superior spiritual, wisdom for your system,
listen while I rap, dissing is crap,
read the facts, do not sleep, it is wack,
my slang is the bomb, this kid calm,
hype when it my time to spit,
rhyme fanatic, vocab is legit,
the slick format, mind on gold plaques,
use to smoke fat sacks, now that the garden
of Eden is here, I am aware, practise
my mind, soul and my body,

the hotties use to make my dome sky rocket,
now that I am looking for the next one,
my text is blessed son, I wreck with techniques,
checks flow, I am set, bro hip hop is alive,
some rappers are dead though, where you be at?
while my people bleed, I see through fakers,
they refuse to make, they can take,
but they never can touch my pride,
where I reside I never have to hide,
the true colours of my skin,
the position I am in makes me immune,
to your dissing, they just wishing,
the status I have, the math and the craft,
can not be mastered if you lack,
power to the people, God of the Israelites,
I praise.

The iron lion.

The original man's understanding is slamming,
set trend not getting bent, sober,
dope raps got cats in cobra clutch,
intense with sentence deeper than interest in a Benz,
immense how I make sense, build my empire,
from here to Zaire, work for every cent,
the gent, what I mean is what I meant,
time is money, funny how it flies,
I slide like a quantum physician,
the mission is to blaze the beat,

I am so hood, I am so street,
quite polite for fly ladies,
my brothers always get me right,
that is what keeps my family tight,
I twist the others, I shine my people too,
the truth shall be heard, from here to Zion,
I represent the Iron Lion.

Widom body.

I need no Buddha, my natural high is,
all about moohla, the wrecking techniques,
identical to no, although guns pop,
my people run for crumbs, sons catching bids,
I pray for the slain rappers and their family,
the main theme to not to hit the mainstream,
keep my status underground, bringing the thunder sound,
you wonder how I stay above the waters like a lotus.

I stimulate your thoughts, I brought my skills,
I got bills to pay, chill and droping knowledge,
dropped out the collage, still a street scholar,
dressed in Wally moccasin, style is street,
politics of the Asiatic kid is full of peaceful
thesis like Jesus, will the next hottie be my wisdom body?
but, I am street like Gotti.

Keep hating.

If you keep hating my people, there would be,
no ground for you to stand on, use to rock,
South Pole pants, my mind state is hands on,
grand slams and now chicks want me like Uncle Sam,
land on tropical Islands, zoning from mid night,
to the early morn, known corn in plain form,
off the dome songs, cats sniff out there nose bone,
crap they into, They ain't being through the half,
what I have being through, I ain't rude, but do not test me.

The best be hot, you doubt you are sick,
the slick formatted dope raps for gold plaques,
I ball black, tight like a fitted,
hype like I am entrance, now rappers physic,
I pray to the God of Israelites, pistols blow,
my mic is loaded with vocals like a scud,
the ruff sounds, the brown skin kid keeps it real.

In the streets.

cats plot I got hot raps to drop,
nothing but dopeness, hoping for big bucks,
I see crazy ducks stuck, do not care,
I am aware, I stare at fine chickens,
in the streets it is going down,
crazy clowns are getting gassed,

massive plans are set up I get ahead,
for bread, I rhyme and combine soul and mind,
my body remains the temple, God's science,
I practice, attractive females I smile at,
soul be rich like the bank of the Nile,
it is all phat, the soul claps and all that.

Aim for dough.

In plain form aim for dough,
Moet flow, wetting rappers with the fluid,
You know it, style stay fat,
Praise the most high,
Asiatic black kid the most fly,
I ghost you with poems?
Known for grammar slinging,
Off the dome lyrics, no gimmicks,
The scripts I write,
Tight like a virgin,

More style for you pal,
Freestyles written to be hitting,
If my skin pales, I catch a tan,
Getting tipsy off the whiskey,
Me and my friends, intense sentence,
For a Benz I spit, moon is lit,
Goon creeping like a thief,
Thugging and hugging the culture,