The Warm Up- New Mindless Track

[Mindless]

Guess who threw a bunch shit together he found in a google doc and slapped it into a track? I'm rusty as fuck but in the interest of not being someone who's "not respecting the culture" by hanging out in the boards here's this thing.



Yo these rap cats is mad wack, the worst on the mic
And they won't do shit 'cause they as useless as skirts on a dike
But I'm the first in a fight to go burstin' the pipe
And I'll let the lever go 'cause you never wrote a hot verse in ya life
I'm the best there ever was but I ain't gotta boast that
'Cause I'm like the Jeff Ross of hip-hop the way that I roast cats
Y'all wanna talk about guns like you got the most gats
But I'm like the hand not spreadin' butter, always cockin' the toast back
So dissin' me'd be the biggest mistake you ever made
'Cause if you ever hate then the lever make you levitate
You fuckin' fagots was never ever great
But I'm always genius, Mind's forever in a clever state
'Cause when I spit the shit
It's rediculous
Ain't nobody else on Earth near as fucking sick as this
So ask M if I'm ill so I can give you a preview
'Cause you don't understand me like I'm speakin' hebrew
When I see you I don't even greet you
I don't fuck with minors and you know I'm major league dude
Yeah, and you know I pack the heat too
Hard like Malt Liquor y’all I figure barely 3.2
So don’t go testin’ the kid
‘Cause I’m the best in the biz
With a weapon that’s hid
Right up in my wasteline
Hear that thing bumpin’ that’s my gun not the bassline
‘Cause these melodies my felonies and the mic is the steel
Bars make you stick ‘em up, got you frightened for real
I put the pen to the pad and I write with a zeal
The punches leave bruises that ain’t likely to heal
If it’s beef then you know I’m the agressor
Nine milli fitted with the supressor
I bet you thought I wouldn’t address ya
But I gotta know what’s a student to a professer?
Yes sir, I’m talkin’ to you
You keep tryin’ me I’ll be sparkin’ the tool
With the kind of wrath that goes back harkenin’ to
Zeus clappin’ thunder when I’m targetin’ you
If you a wack person keep my name out ya mouth
If you a fat virgin keep my name out ya mouth
If you never banged a gat keep my name out ya mouth
If you never made a track keep my name out ya mouth
It’s the return of the hebraic
And when he say it
You can replay it
And find something new ‘cause I’ll never be basic
Other emcees need to please face it
Against me ya bars’ll be wasted
Mindless hotter than hell if he draped it
In a fleece blanket doused in fire of Greek makin’
I’m sick as fuck dumpin at least eight clips
In a cheap waitress while I creep naked
A diseased rapist,
With a thirst for blood that can never be sated
You get cannonized but not leave sainted
When I say fuck it and take the leap faithless
Mindless. There’s a reason they say that he’s brainless
Each verse is a sleek missle for you cheap fipples
Because every word you faggots speak’s fissle
You rappers are beef vittles and I’m-a eat tripple
You’ll get shocked like car batteries on each nipple
Until you breathe little and leave crippled
Rhymes hotter than ten thousand degree griddles
Me? Fuck, I’m tougher than meat gristle
So if you see me comin’ you’d better keep civil
‘Cause y’all are nothin’ but the fakest frauds
That’s why I aim every punch line to break ya jaws
Y’all are fucked. Get ready to take it all
While I warm up and transform ya like Jake the Dog

[Mindless]

Guess who threw a bunch shit together he found in a google doc and slapped it into a track? I'm rusty as fuck but in the interest of not being someone who's "not respecting the culture" by hanging out in the boards here's this thing.



Yo these rap cats is mad wack, the worst on the mic
And they won't do shit 'cause they as useless as skirts on a dike
But I'm the first in a fight to go burstin' the pipe
And I'll let the lever go 'cause you never wrote a hot verse in ya life
I'm the best there ever was but I ain't gotta boast that
'Cause I'm like the Jeff Ross of hip-hop the way that I roast cats
Y'all wanna talk about guns like you got the most gats
But I'm like the hand not spreadin' butter, always cockin' the toast back
So dissin' me'd be the biggest mistake you ever made
'Cause if you ever hate then the lever make you levitate
You fuckin' fagots was never ever great
But I'm always genius, Mind's forever in a clever state
'Cause when I spit the shit
It's rediculous
Ain't nobody else on Earth near as fucking sick as this
So ask M if I'm ill so I can give you a preview
'Cause you don't understand me like I'm speakin' hebrew
When I see you I don't even greet you
I don't fuck with minors and you know I'm major league dude
Yeah, and you know I pack the heat too
Hard like Malt Liquor y’all I figure barely 3.2
So don’t go testin’ the kid
‘Cause I’m the best in the biz
With a weapon that’s hid
Right up in my wasteline
Hear that thing bumpin’ that’s my gun not the bassline
‘Cause these melodies my felonies and the mic is the steel
Bars make you stick ‘em up, got you frightened for real
I put the pen to the pad and I write with a zeal
The punches leave bruises that ain’t likely to heal
If it’s beef then you know I’m the agressor
Nine milli fitted with the supressor
I bet you thought I wouldn’t address ya
But I gotta know what’s a student to a professer?
Yes sir, I’m talkin’ to you
You keep tryin’ me I’ll be sparkin’ the tool
With the kind of wrath that goes back harkenin’ to
Zeus clappin’ thunder when I’m targetin’ you
If you a wack person keep my name out ya mouth
If you a fat virgin keep my name out ya mouth
If you never banged a gat keep my name out ya mouth
If you never made a track keep my name out ya mouth
It’s the return of the hebraic
And when he say it
You can replay it
And find something new ‘cause I’ll never be basic
Other emcees need to please face it
Against me ya bars’ll be wasted
Mindless hotter than hell if he draped it
In a fleece blanket doused in fire of Greek makin’
I’m sick as fuck dumpin at least eight clips
In a cheap waitress while I creep naked
A diseased rapist,
With a thirst for blood that can never be sated
You get cannonized but not leave sainted
When I say fuck it and take the leap faithless
Mindless. There’s a reason they say that he’s brainless
Each verse is a sleek missle for you cheap fipples
Because every word you faggots speak’s fissle
You rappers are beef vittles and I’m-a eat tripple
You’ll get shocked like car batteries on each nipple
Until you breathe little and leave crippled
Rhymes hotter than ten thousand degree griddles
Me? Fuck, I’m tougher than meat gristle
So if you see me comin’ you’d better keep civil
‘Cause y’all are nothin’ but the fakest frauds
That’s why I aim every punch line to break ya jaws
Y’all are fucked. Get ready to take it all
While I warm up and transform ya like Jake the Dog