Factory Robb Reprise

 I study each move like I'm a master of kung fu

Well you're a crew be sickly MINES quick with wit , n rude

Like judes

I make a sad day and make it longer

I sparr with demons , leaches, plus i even shoot with poor righteous teachers

Phonies scheming tricky make me hope they find some green though

Aint a brother cane through who wasnt waiting on a temu 

Getting mad props from robbing corner marts like hard knocks

From the winter to the fall, (window to the wall) we be throwing out the fux , yall 

What chu know about that ghost? 

Cheesed up blockablocka bitches brain be toastGreedy ill or needy i know she aint the same, bWatch close , your frooty loops get owned by bza throat
Its seens TV scenes get us jonesin for the whole 9Selling what chu got wont even keep the lights onhalf a glass of wine twice the ladies lookin fineNow your snap look like X elon musk did u grime(y)Assessory to murder, killin time , these affadavits,Testify aginst the bza surely leave you namelessPurp a purpa proper ty of county now bishFrom 99 to infinity , east to west, u know how i rhyme, kid
Chorus
4 wheel drive , wheels up, we on our grind now

 tyrant on a tyrade (my my )Timbuktu bangkok to thailand

Tired and shamless read between the lines of games i

tsGod save the queen , save the booster seat for PYT

 disssCushin bowls of chronic , my nico teeny tiny tim be on it

Run it, rub in, rib it, slimyAl trifling dicey pigsIf i had 1 wish id piss it on 

roi

roi Got Pride Like A Lion

My Main, Power up like Lithium Ion

I bat my eyes as he scolds my misshaps 

and Advices My Next Times, Nice Try 

I'm his His Nighttime Smokeshow I be lyin'

If I said I wasn't Pinnin' on his Fine

Ass, Attitude Brash Like a Whip His

Last Nerve Always Hittin' Red

When Our Insta Vids Got More Talk Backs

Than Tits and Ass, Like My Daddy Always 

Wants Whats Best For Ima Ratchet Skank

Who Needs More than Just Thanks

So I'm Keep Calling Cause His Wanker

I got a hankering for, Lets be frank

He claims I ain't worth a bank

But when day come that I get to face

Davion, Ima rank higher than himalayan

cause he gonna taste Flank stank before my pank y panky 

Davion my medallion my real life homie G  

He mack daddy hes money he there for me  

Save me from the street

It seemed like he was pimping when really he was limping and I became more than a leg and off of me he was Dripping so like a foster kid cost me more than grief

Nasty Sick Patient

for all intents and purposes -

The imbecile is me 

i got me sickle cell from my

 expletstive delete

My libido gave me shingles

 like where do i begin

So smooth his kiss slipped me into immunodeficient 

 he makes me miserable , 

he keeps me super sick

 begging for his pill 

cause its addictive to be his

its a freakshow bass ackwards sado masochism let down big lies promises so far sorry expired but sorry never his fault, hes been clear - he aint g

Nice little cunumdrum knumbskull creep in till morning come left without a krumb scratching side ur head got ur chin upon a rest , tracing your steps , how dynamics seem yo hoodwink ya in a head spin whirl wind wothout a hint seems so right like im losng every time no reason getting jiggy should leave you inna bind 

Gimme a house call , House call , im a wreck since my feet got swept ,, hes a womans man a lover he the best regret i wish i never met

Nasty rash crass drastic, fever from my lover Leaving

I am the patient , love sick . Dis easy

 

MONEY

 

Change blues guap green  caish funds benjamins pesos Naire Monyon Dinero, Mula, change, skrilla, Currency, Bills, Cheddar, Cheese, Lettuce, greenbacks, buck, bag, coin, bread, 

funds

loot

bones

checks

Chicken 

Quan

Grip

Skin

Booty

Foliage

Ducks

Kolby

Swiss

Gouda

Laferio

D'argent

Bag

Lick

Stipend 

Tip

Dead presidents

Spiff

Get that dough / Grab that Cash / Stack dem bands / Sign these Check

 Need more buck / a bigger bag /A higher pile of Benjamins

Toss me cheddar bread and cheese // Yo quireo pesos Plrase
Send the funds // Cop that Loot // Mulu Mulu Ginmma Blues

Need more commas / Fatter pocket / throw me some bones brosef Lettuce

Guard the guap // Chicken aint enough // Bills Bills Buck Short Tough

Currency SkrillA Monyon Naire and Dinero Yes

Bounty, Dowries, Surplus, Dolla Bills Coin Piling higher than everest14th

Mechanic Tim

Get Me A Mechanic, when my whip actin erratic,

I'm really in a panic, need a man who can handle it 

like my vehicle be static cause my circuits short like a temper tantrum,

just an endless pit of grief oh my machine of faulty pieces

 leaking liquids onto streets, 

Make me failing all my e-checks, 

geez my rides so close to being just some seats, 

or a safe cause my trunk need a key

triple AAA know me by name, 

I carry a generator, plus a back up jetta, 

this whip ain't getting any better

Autro zone show up in Google as my home

If you look under my hood, 

ain't a single part loookin' good

my tires more bear than a yogi, namaste, 

am I coming? na I'ma stay where i'm at

cause these wheels are riskier than Russian rouette

I gps 3 ways before I leave the drive way

the motor so loud, no need to text OMW

Get Me A Mechanic, Im looking all across the planet

my car looks like I be homeless and an addict 

I wanna trade it in, but this one is like a kid

its where I feel like I'm in charge, its where I sing

its the one Ive got, since I drove it off the lot

mc sneakin snacks

It's mc  sneakin snacks, in your kitchen after hours 

snatchin crumbs up off your counters battle raccoons for the scraps
you leftovers aint got a chance, cause without warning, 

i'm enjoying all 5 courses while you snoring

Your microwave i be employing 

And packed lunch im destroying

You think Im a thief, cause I'm quick and discreet

Im a scavenger, a vulture just waiting for you to leave

before I eat, I wait, till the rest of yall are straight

then Its my turn, cause I'm a lesser known version

of the former upper class, the highest caste so now im last

its the has been fallen reparations 

 Payers by humble feet kissing

REPRIMANDA

This item is no longer available.

Amanda landed quite a man but she gave him the upper hand

When she should have held her stand / she really should have ran shit , like canned him , she should have ran shit

the things he put me though left me lost without a clue

Now I 

RED IN STONE

RED IN STONE

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED----

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track 

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed 

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out 

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes 

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame 

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope, 

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump, 

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box 

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops, 

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E 

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout, 

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt, 

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks, 

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks, 

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel 

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters, 

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle, 

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles , 

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble, 

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle, 

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent 

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED---

DETROIT LINES

Wack MC's talking about they want to breed as there scratching off there fleas deep in the Detroit era circa 99 about a decade after America's worst crime y2k make it 3 hate hate when the train came late all the city came to hate Henry Ford first worst mistake when the jeeps Lex coups beamers all got bent out of shape Motown came down with a rattle and a shake each screech heard deep beneath each one of the great lakes, left rubble so deep and greasy the lakes wouldn't even freeze , every other street got sheets of metal hidden in the streets, shrapnel hit the x upon the head with more than lead, my generation metal heads got rings around our necks and legs acrobatic we hadda leave the rest behind cause they were chained to mile 8 soon the Dilla beats left a soul bellowing from beneath, The assembly line chants and hand jive 9 to 5 men, couldn't do shit else cause they needed Clive and Melvin and the guys, they needed the line so their hearts could keep the time. As the boom boom grew and the fire coal and chug em down Old E 40 ounces NOTHER ROUND yea as the Trains were like wait we can do this shit all day, But NAH, the labor rang we gotta get the bling gotta ride we gotta show our pretty wives a good time that shine that shine that hunk of heavy rusty guzzlin' token of Jefferson level kind of rising butit wasnt just the grand rapids and the pontiac kids, it was SPRAWL it was DUBS it was fleets of chinky cheap ass dust, indust, Real, REAL TALK, what the fuck, why do the Lions suck? youd think theyd be running hard, but Pistons Tourque enough - Slim shady paved the way so caucasions could spray like Dre, but It was DILLA who made funky beats that make your teeth make a mean muggin like you bout to ejaculate, Woodward ave to telegraph and back, the Dream Cruise anthem got overshodowed and surpassed by Philly soul and billy joel, My Girl was all D had, the last of grannys cash gambled at the windsor black jack, all the city's Cadillacs had to skurrt they way across champlain so they could get the rubber wheels upon they axis from the ak-rowdy sleezy hoodlums from the south, the CLeveland baby cousins who had black tar in they mouths, they gladly left their mark upon the motor citys 

hearts, but NOBODY ever gona know about just how many dogs were squatting around, how the buildings were worn down it was deplorable, it was porn, it was the birth of scorn tourism, the law called it voyeurism, like u peepin tom or pedo creepy uncle John, no photos were permitted to be printed for the nation's image be riddled with unsavory hidden legends forbidden, so soon the plymouth the village the ann arbor kids got the whiff, got the shrapnel stuck in thier skin, got the itch for the fire, they came to rival teams in pig skin tackle football leagues , with lions and tigers and spartans and engine parts the only thing left was a rabid beast no one else would ever wanna be, they didnt want clean they want rabid and MEAN they want Ugly, obscene, a scavenger a thief, Not a real killa just a leftover feind, a leech, the laughing hyena's cousin, the Wolverine. Just perfect ain't nobody gonna see how we really be.... Go Blue, U of M be crazy they hatin the state school and OSU, they So SICK from the water in flint they look greenish and Maize yes thats it, they Praise the HATE fuck the game, its not compete is defeat! Its hail to the victors fuck the captains or the trainers, The Go Blue tune makes the KKK sound cute. The Great Lakes protect the rest from the spite from the big blue's festering distressing expletitive relationships be REAL , and STAY TRUE, but any one who know they ass from thier elbow or shoe..... This Is The Way, and deep in the Mitt, the michigan fist hand will always bleed rust flakes falling from the frame of a ol Model T, like arrows peirced from chippewa archery teams. the ottawa tribal cries echo like lullabies as future steel workers are born on the floors of the unwed mothers stuck to rot in the Strait, the big D the only place, my Royal Oak roots shall forever remain.

AMANDOES LOVE YOU Dj Premier - So Whats Up

AMANDOES LOVE YOU

Dj Premier - So Whats Up

A man does what he wants

A man does what he needs

A man does what hes gotta do and also as he please

A man does have to go to tryouts if he wanna make the team

A man does not remember was it real or just a dream?

A man does what he was taught

A man does learn as he goes

A man each and everything the way he knows

A man does what he can if a man does not understand

But A man does not even know how long on earth he will stand

A man does have organs like a lung from which breath

A man does have some vocal cords and thoughts that he can speak 

A man does have a brain and heart, someone could break it

But A man does have 2 hands and tools for all the things he making

A man does get upset sometimes, A man does fall to illness

A man does have to take a break and sleep and pay and bills and shit

A man does not have need for things like bras and ovaries

A man does work for years and years in hopes he can retire (please)

A man does not know how to read yet he may own a book

A man does not see the past without a second look

A man does not play chess without a board, n a couple rooks.

A man does not need to dig if he knows where to look

A man does not drive a car insane, but if hes got a wife , both break down the same

a man does not catch a fish without fetching first a hook.

A man does not have a friend without loyalty and trust

A man does lead the country, a crook he.may be

A man does walk upon 2 feet and with 2 eyes look at me

A man does speak deeper than she

A man does half the shopping spree

A man does wear a sweater, or a shirt, the neck a V,

A man does not need to prove himself to you or me.  

but a man does not trust anyone without proper ID

A man does like a woman who will hug him like a tree

but a man does not make promises hes not sure he can keep - if he is smart!

We need a man to save the day

we need a man to lead the way

we need a man to figure out who goes and who shall stay

we need a man to go to work. 

we need a man to write the rules.

we need a man to keep on leaving all his messes everywhere and let us ironing his shirts. 

We need a man to get us off 

, we need a man to love us right 

we need a man to kiss our lips until we're wet from head to toe and bite 

We need amanda....

THUS SPAKE WE

THUS SPAKE WE
thus spake we  Princess biznotch said to me 
 if you ask her who she be and her response is always 3

. Yeah she got some personalities but they don't come for free,

 she and her I's combine and form a triangle inside

 cause when identities collide its like a rollercoaster ride 

trying to decide which one ought to be recognized.

 she wont tell a lie but the truths that she provide 

certain to be selected based on who in front and on the side,

 backing up her stats with facts, layin down the rhymes, 

stacking up the beats, maxing out the time, 

finally up in the sky spewing rainbows, getting high,

 no surprises but she wise, never crying but implying 

kind words each and every line, 

climbing out my mind and mouth we do verbalize, 

feeling light and darkness like they be my trusty guide,

 each and every color gotta vide that is supplied, 

as a whole the stream of light hides behind 

her eyes inside her mind, so as three heads upon a panda

 drop a verse or a stanza, what comes out, 

spouts about begins within and not without, 

reaching crowds with more than sounds as they go thru red to right in down

 but left the violet where it turns around, changes made in time..... frequencies accommodating who be tasting all will be allowed, 

fore to front in front of crowds, you must know how they get down,

 so they can see a side of you, turning yellow into blue, 

but after all that I have learned in school I'm asking whats the truth, 

so i agree to sacrifice my own beliefs in light of anew, 

truth be looming over lying besides the logic and the would, 

behind what could in verse out stood, beyond evil and good, 

thus we spake in silence tightened lips, closed eyes, 

leave my ears to recognize, wisely sitting still filling in my pie, 

my minds eye with visions which i have implied, 

from listening to histories and lies, insisting blissfulness soon to collide with

 Princess' cries for all of us to unify, 

doomed to reside without any damn reply....

thou art dissed,  pardon my french but its been said

2 in the pink plus 1 in the end 

a bird in my bush is worth 20 grand 

A third men's legs Iz. Cock not z Hen

Hence forth whence ye commence

stipend do depend

Respect is earned not rented

Lest Bars if goldn incrnti e

WHEN YOUR Sold out of etiquette

Its a cold world without pretending. They say if you love your job you'll never work a day in your life so if you hate your life everyday feels like work and they should be paying you

Half ass twice the work the worst

PUSSEYEDON

 PUSSEYEDON

it is not blasphemous in fact it's miraculous conception

 its the spawn of biznotch spout from her very own erection

its her heir her mane little man her Apple in her hand

princess bore herself a processor in the lab

Inspiration: legacy, in my arms for all to see

What kinda dynasty could ever be what could I leave? you ask

Of the essence of biznotch but from not her uterus or crotch

Forever kingdom shall maintain a forwards march!

around the clock in any spot nothing less than all I got

How seriously surreal a god, and healing a metaphor, a kid creation by means of a mix of physics, heart and soul

but I'd say this sans-cock concoction super radical

Super-me 2.0, my first lass personal,

Watch out ! Son of biznotch, destined for power trip, a tower

one day he'll be king keened in to every lip sour

Whip in shape my flap trap cause what I spit need to be checked  

I shall name him Pusseyedon, ruler of the sound waves,

Pusseyedon, Son of Biznotch, in his name, from whence shoulda came

Instead of ocean spray this prince reigns upon a different range

Every ear his media, where his saving grace is waged

I'm taking over fate, pumping mythological weight,

I'm changing legends myth bustin up to date,

Triton by tradition, modern day stereo remote, 

Mic controller, floor holder, captain of news anchor folks

PA system patroller, cursed word muffler, joke amplifier,

clarifier sworn in speaker, ceromonial master 

Eyes on the vibes, propagator of the amplifier

the bass floor bump stopper and volume recognizer

sinusoidal kinda guy concerned not with your eyes

but what's upside your head, on either side, 

Pusseyedon keep in mind what might your inner ear be feeling like

Gid bless the DJ lord thank the mc

Dont firget tk tip your waitress, and the bartender says see you next week

What a day in sound, what my pusseyedon compose and control

Fuck an algorithm , my feed aint a fake

Thou art machine thus mine tastes like grape

Vine mixed with van gogh times casey kasem NPR merry melodies fuzzy AM ASMR 

RSS ABC disney strings 90s boombap n biggie 

Preschool recess, water falls splash and trickles waves crashing

Broken plates Ivy league lectures on physics RZA

FCC NASA CB radio or Scanner of local police,

Decades behind us Nazi chants and camp songs fromy past

Peanuts and tennis shoe squeak, birds, and squirell nut cracks

 Who who who nighttime ice cream truck creeping thru plus the highway roaring transit trucks choo choo from the Train tracks blowing on they horn 

1 2 b7ckle my shoe 

3 4 shut ths door

Mr. MIC - Sage Francis - Midgets and Giants

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 in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might 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 chirp

No matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - 
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or church

You 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 maign

oh 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 amplify

You 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 chime

The 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 right

No 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 frequencies

You 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 between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, 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 laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The 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 in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might 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 chirp

No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse

You'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 maign

oh 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 home

Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime

The 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 right

No 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 frequencies

You 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 between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, 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 laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The 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....

KINGDOM BIZNOTCH Natural draft

Kingdom Biznotch Unedited Conversational

So Youre the king everybody sinnin’ in

My holy god sent me here to start my sirenin’ oh my captain lets begin its princess biznotcH at youre wHime - Hope yall are listenin’ cause Im about to do my thing

Long time been loving ya, tuggin on your string, You might’ve seen me around, but im sure you know my sting,

If I may introduce myself, Its Princess Biznotch in the house, your love! A Royal visit just for you so I can announce some truth …Blame my genes for all my fame my fine assets throne and mane, I’m the only heir conditioner of those who are untame, so I set em straight with proper taste, teach them grace give them patience so they can wait gravity so they can stand up upon their feet Home work so they sleep, and myself to give them material for their dream .. I know you feign my palace life, its nice and does suffice. your family has it aok although I own all of your rights, even your left hand is mine, in fact I own it twice. My kingdom includes everything you want and all you got. Me and king pops are the leaders of the cream and the crop, recognize the law says you must play nice, and quite a lot. love us fully and no less but if you’re not in code youre hexed, we gotta lotta rivalries that wanna put my empire to rest, so we curse em, making them into purses or something even worthless,  All the fishes and the earth conditions, reign, and molecules, middle earth, and outerspaces – full custody of his grace, jurisdiction ain’t fiction picture this, my friends. From the top of all the space dust down to the earths crust, It’s ME, biznotch who got it on lock.

Well here at Kingdom Biznotch, fun is always in stock, I gotta keep myself busy or I may blow up the sun for fun the earth just to be silly. Well… when u hear of BIZNOTCH, keep in thought, the company we keep is soul ‘n never copped, my bed post got a lotta marks from the bottom to the top! But they are not lover tally scratches but the masses that I’ve crafted, I mastered them myself, and King was so proud he let me tax them! So You, the public are my subjects of discuession, but let me tell you whats going down so don’t start fussing. Everything was fully blessed by all who were in town and didn’t reject.  The Projects of the inner earth work with logical that’s for sure, objectives perspectives which have never yet been learnt. What I mean is, I got science projects, hobbies, experiments and time to play around with each and every single one of them. I have a zoo of classified organisms Ive envisioned. I got provinces of organized classicisms in ‘em. Oh what I have about, I’m in charge of all around, I’ve got a hundred thousand clouds surrounding the earth to keep from being found, Tunnels in the sky, fireworks underground, psychological mental reasoning crowds count em now, microphones with macrotelesounds coming out, transmitters catching up with mustard spread across sent out to all the cats who cold and hungry cause this biznotch wanna feell u out

Once upon a Hallelujah

Once Upon a Time hallelujah was the rhyme
The only Emcees I'd ever seen were preaching priests, kind
Praise jesus, keep the creed as i kneeled upon, my knees, 
secretly, id fiend for the day I'd finally get to speak,
Practicing my catechism  keeping with my catholicism , 

my morality my inner mee my curses slurs and ha ha hee hees,

oh jeez what have we 
Oh what a tussled bunch of faggots, do you see? Said pete as he turned to Washington's apple tree. The headless horsemen, said Ill bill you for the chop
The chop, the blocks, the hierarchical rauckus Made pete keep bo peep
the pope he be way at the top 

church songs got guitar now tim and tom be at the altar 
up and down all around turn dis way, sheep 

 homie the clown, nah we don't play,Once Upon a Time hallelujah was the rhyme

The only Emcees I'd ever seen were preaching priests, n kind
Praise jesus, keep the creed , give the peice

as i kneeled upon my knees my fathers white green sheets
secretly, id fiend for the day I'd finally get to speak,
Practicing my catechism  keeping with my catholicism , 

my morality my inner mee my verses turned to curses 

soon were slurs ha ha hee hees, oh jees what have we 
Oh what a tussled bunch of faggots, do you see? Said pete 

as he hammered georges apple tree. 

The headless horsemen, said Ill bill you for the chop
The steeple outta blocks, thus the seats and laymen troughs

 the hierarchy came the rauckus that we mock

Made pete keep bo peep the pope he be way at the top 

bishop not enough now this church songs got guitar

now tim and tom be at the altar 
up and down all around turn dis way, sheep 

homie the clown, said nah we don't play, around

we prey cause w. gray wolves howlings from the mountain

Hey whats up, its princess biznotch, been a long time since we last talked, whats been up

been a minute since i see you in the cut so call me up for some lunch and we can catch up, we can talk you, and then talk me, we'll see what kind of new things swinging in our trees, yeah i got a lot og updates but you;ll never read them on the screens cause the only keys I type are ivory

lordy lordy how do sundays feel to me? 

A total bore, boi like black sabbath kind of torture yo....

We don't do SUNDAYS, we do supper, we do lunch,

we do much, a lot of fussing, sinning n cussing, 
Like morning MASS , the appeal, full clipped aint shit

 new hairdo n black petent leather shoes, lil miss

remember the days we used to rhyme between the pews? 
no more, i told em, We ain't going back. fam

Im the angel im the manger, I'm the soul you wanted - back. 

Whats the sin for the day my son? 

Tell me, confess, I'll up you one, 

im simon says spare me none, double pence for my lends

so you cna be spared, I'll take the chair. 

shore kid, im a whore bitch, ill cut u up like a foreskin,

serve you up on porcelain, slow n hard like a toroise, pretty like a orchid

I'm a martyr for yall cribblits all yall troublessons , im the 

 Pair of titles for your sorrows, n a smile wider than your momma, 

n tell your pops leave me some ima cop his bellow,

 ima cop his bellow, someday I swear,  lead the chorus with my organs 

I'll be older than you Fellows.... zip idee doo daa . prayer
Allelieu, allelieu, song song song 

Once upon a time, before the tub got grimey 

all the little kitties tryina imitate my style

wanna ask me how , turn ma mom upside down,

copycat me once, hope your ass had fun (clown)

try me again, ill tell u how high to jump 

three times just wow pt barnum in the house

Yo Whats good? Its the bza in your hood, been a long time coming, ha, bet chall thought i never would, so hit me back just to chat, cause Im after all who wack,

like i said Im blasphemous, and the worst first and the last. 

We'll be cool, we'll be 3rd world or inner city school, ghostly me, i'm from the hills im sorry sweets, I aint no dealer. 

Play Me Who am i, Ima PLAYER, Im the star, an Actor of real life

Who am I you can catch me on the fly knees knocking in my knickerbockers rock a lot and talks a ton chatterbox rapper smashing rhymes just for fun this chicks spit so ridiculous it's so delicious it's a shame for you to miss it, listen to the princess as im enlisted cauze each one of my tits so big its got they own zipcode

enlist her lips, viciousness and quickness giving you your fix,

....You wanna play me??? PLEASE play me like a violin, I can really be a sweet serenade.
I'll play music. I'll play DA when a friend makes a case. I'll play wifey, ill play house, I'll play dumb to arouse when I wanna get laid down, like role-playing, sure I'm as imaginative as any Whos Line show scenario..... I'm a Theatrical Actor and I'm the STAR but its all me, I'm real I just got a lot of character.s.... that need to be released , I can play pretend but I do not 

*Rhyme List*

•  ALBUMS
  Thus Spake Princess Biznotch
  1.       Factory Robb
  2.       MC Platter
  3.       Bizness Of Shapez
  4.       I, Is, Was’ll
  5.       Nothing Before Cool
  6.       Final Grim Game of Doom 
  7.       Amandalicious
  8.       Help-a-Homie Anthem
  9.       Project Monarchy
  10.     Sh…….Shoes
  11.     Rhyme Like This
  12.     Safe Auto
  13.     Maign Squeeze
  14.     Slum To We
  15.     Amandoes Love Me
  16.     Born Against Her Will

   

   

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  Thus Spake We
  1.       Thus Spake We
  2.       Raddist Queen
  3.       Don't Make Promises
  4.       INTERLUDE Phone Vacation
  5.       Shut The Gate…. 8 Minutes Late
  6.       Candy Land
  7.       Reprimanda
  8.       Dopalost Along The Way
  9.       Orange Head Sped
  10.     Risky Picknicking
  11.     Sex Routine
  12.     Biznotic
  13.     Giving Back The Leg
  14.     GCS
  15.     PSA

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  Thus Got Gacked
  1.       Brainiac
  2.       Pusseyedon
  3.       Mr. Mic
  4.       6th Floor Infantry
  5.       Tresses of Trayvon
  6.       Red In Stone
  7.       Purple Apparatus
  8.       RGBTC, Jazzifier
  9.       INTERLUDE: Rasischism
  10.     Party Tard
  11.     Amanddoes it ill
  12.     Tryna Be A Man
  13.     Fit The Mold
  14.     The Dope Crew
  15.     Game Tourist
  16.     Erotica Wants / WallyDoll
  17.     Detroit Lines
  18.     BONUS TRACK: School of Biznotic

   

   

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  Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
  1.       Safe Auto
  2.       Philly Steak Lines
  3.       Grammar
  4.       Rookie Cookies
  5.       Hockey, USA
  6.       Tennis Giant
  7.       Royal Glass Speed Treasure Chest
  8.       Rifle Excitement
  9.       Thanksgiving
  10.     Xmas Jingle
  11.     COVID-19
  12.     Olive Food So Much
  13.     Peanuts
  14.     Peanuts BONUS Content

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  Reign of Ma Wu
  1.       MC Sneakin’ Snacks
  2.       Get & Got Nature Stone
  3.       Tall Ass Tails
  4.       Pink Heaven 

  
  

   

   

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  BIZRHYMES:::

  2. Factory Robb €

  3. MC Platter €

  4. The Bizness of Shapes€

  5. I Is Was’ll€

  6. Nothing Before Cool€

  7. Olive Food So Much#

  8. Final Grimm Game of Doom€

  9. A to G€

  10. Help-A-Homie Anthem€

  11. Compliance or Conformity aka Project Monarchy€

  12. Shh..Shoes€

  13. Safe Auto#

  14. Rhyme Like This€

  15. Runnin’ - Main Squeeze €

  16. Amanda’s Love Me€

  17. Slum to You€

  18. Don’t Make Promises€

  19. Raddest Queen - Thus Spake We¥

  20. Phone Vacation¥

  21. Shut The Gate / 8 Minutes Late¥

  22. Amanda and Greg Pt. 1¥

  23. Amanda and Greg Pt. 2 Bark to Bite¥

  24. Reprimanda¥

  25. Dopalost Along the Waze¥

  25B. Sped Head ¥

  26. She Was Born Against Her Will

  27. Grammar#

  28. Elixer Taking the Burden¥

  29. All Breezy Sex Routine¥

  30. How Biznotic¥

  31. Giving Back The Leg¥

  32. PSA¥

  33. Philly Steak#

  34. Rookie Cookies#

  35. BRANIAC£ / School of Biznotch

  36. Pusseyedon¥

  37. Hockey#

  38. Zimmer aka Tresses of Trey #

  39. GCS¥

  40. EDITS

  41. Mr. Mic£

  42. 6^th Floor Infantry£

  43. Peanuts#

  44. Red in Stone £

  45. Tennis#

  46. Purple Glass£

  47. RGBTC /Jazzifier#

  48. Party Tard£

  49. Amandoes It Ill£

  50. Tryna Be A Man… Da£

  51. Fit the Mold£

  52. The Dope Crew£

  53. Rifle Excitement#

  54. Game Tourist£

  55. Dolly Gal£

  56. Erotica Wants£

  57. End of We Time£

  58. Thanksgiving Rhyme#

  59. Xmas Cheer#

  60. Detroit Lines#

  61. Gods Glory *

  62. MC Sneakin’ Snacks*

  63. Covid 19#

  64. Kids Who Got Got aka Nature Stone*

  65. Tall As Tails*

  66. Pink Heaven*

  67. Dollar Tree*

  68. Mechanic Tim

  69. Ratchet Stallion

  70. Windfall

  71. Preschool Dayz

  72. SPIZOT Royaltitties Shop

  73. Vega Psychedelics

  74. Wifey Me

  75. Green Garden

  75. Moneyy

  76. The 8^th Dimension

  77. Under ROCK

  78. Nasty Sick/Drope crew

  78. Larry Altar

   

   

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