Freestyle/written. Battle me.

[MNK99]

-Word play/ improv games, lyricism is good to keep the mind sharp.
-I will make some stuff later; and have beat makers, but am not as tight with them as I once was.

I'll start:


("short sell ev to zero
keep it all in monero
dea comes around, i change my ethnicity like deniro
who you looking at, im worst than all your fearos
if they named a sandwich after me, it'd be the anti-HERO
Keep all my currencies hyperinflated, and hard to comprehend like Liro.
Or maybe it's nero, the shitcoin scavenger, bandana dangaler,
fake ***** strangaler, insomniac like a vampire keep
my teeth sharpened like fangular, I'm rigid and hard
to break like triangular, except I never dissapear,
even if they killed me, they'd still fear, you're hearing but not listening,
step up and lose an ear, like resovoir dogs, a virus in the machine,
like a cog, that doesn't work right, fly packages on different borders,
like a kite, higher than ike and tina, but I packs the nina, like BIG,
cuz fuck a misdemenor, call me a biter- but I'm a writer for myself
and others / like Jay-Z, fucking with manic, is krazy, nothing
anyone ever said could phase me, think real hard, before you try to play me,
I was cursed before I wrote this and perceptually crazy, while you realize your
flow is perpetually lazy, sipping tequila down in Mexico, like I was spannish, or maybe that's
Mexican, getting Arab Oil Cartel money with 15 of my next of kin, prince of poverty, like
Saudi, keep the bullet, fire, and explosion proof, diamond cut- AUDI,
feeling manish, always outlandish, battled thugs from Finch to Surrey, BC, and even the devil, in my empty glass of Hennesy, Cairo, NY, Japan, and Columbus Ohio, MANIC was sick in the head, and dead on arrival - I face demons, head on survival, lie to you and the court, and be convincing and swear it all on the bible.
Only fight myself, cuz there is no rival, constantly, stealing lines from my self, running around several missions, GTA-style, grand larceny.
I can't even remember bc I was in a hurry, it's a cold world dress warm, but I stay
in a wife beater, for low class, low IQ trash, that don't know how to treat her,
you're about 996 mills, I'm a kilolitre. That's liquid coke, put into atomizers,
and passed out like lessons and sermons, throughout the projects, like the pope,
but keeping them on short leashes, step to me and face the rope.")

 

[aztec]

This is Aztec reporting live to deliver endless hope. These dudes on the forum are no joke. Perseverant, assiduous, and brave souls driven by endless motivation. Yep, that is dope. Bam!

 

[bruschi11]

Holla holla holla!

 

[MNK99]

Wild Card Bitches,
Like Charlie Day in it's Always Sunny, but like old Common Sense, without the money ain't a damn thing funny,
I used to walk around, always fucked up, nose runny, sleep demons kept me awake, tried my way skeming, but never
stealing, cuz the last ****** that robbed me, no longer breathing, I release the truth on mixtapes, the EXECUTIVE IN CHIEF called it HIGH TREASON,
Most important meetings, are the ones I kept, because anything less than that is a lesser threat, talked to myself a lot, and my friends with rep,
happy to see me doing better, but the realest ones reminded me to come correct, put my voice in action, remove myself from street factions,
It's a business and cut losses from friends and foes, like subtraction, Listening to GZA and the RZA, with the mindstate of a whale killa,
when I'm trading, since I was 18, tried to front some for some kids that still were stuck in their street dreams, they fucked me over,
but I still appear in their worst nightmares, cutting em down w the range rover, because life is not fair, I may have to protect myself, keep it concealed, closed-carry,
Cuz I'm all about that C.R.E.A.M., like Ben & Jerry, I remember when I was younger, I really liked this girl Jerry, she was mean, and turned out
to be a hoe, I got ripped, all those little tricks were trying to get on my dick, I said fuck this, I need to reup on some bricks, DROUGHTS and FLOODS,
reached streets from East to West, when I measure the scales of justice, realize who is best, and I never used garbage street guns, like a TEC,
I'll be corrupt and legit, like the S.E.C. (Security Exchange Commission), 20 to life for a life that's inherently a sentence too, before I go out, I'm taking out all of you, no matter what, in my heart I kept it real,
that's why most never struck a deal, If I was rapping about bitches and money, with some grillz in the mouth, I'd be on every fucking channel in your house,
May have to have a business while I'm in graduate, never let school get in the way when I was educate, since the third grade, in this cold place,
I realized I was different, but no two snowflakes are the same, I see these kids on instagram always playing, flaunting like they measure their sugar in coffee by the ounce, I GOT GRAMS.
383-**45, (censored phone number) I remember the number, and predicted when you died, it's alright I forgive, but I never forget, A rare and endangered species, not rookie, but a VET,
Never needed a crew, because I run right through them, a bunch of Yes Men, with no ends, Walked them out like in American Gangster, and pulled out the Derringer,
to the mandibular, animalistic, and when it comes to revenge, Not particular, maybe even Vehicular, in the G-Waggon, for all those fake friends, and sensitive thugs,
that had to ease the pain and so they took drugs, for all those that said MANIC would never amount to shyt, Open your mouth and inhale a full clip, of relentless,
remorseless, potent, and hypnosis, double-cross me, I'll leave you horsless, I'm worse than any of your sick thoughts, immobilize you, beat you with your own glock, pistol whipping motherfuckers that thought I was slipping, tie you up and gag you rotate you, have a look at you now, like it 's thanksgiving.

lyrical, empirical, cynical, whimsical, unkillable, thrillable, my mind's a cup-that's-never-fillable, I'll be REINCARNATED as the Angel, that fell, back where
the DEMONS DWELL, because I made a deal, and the Boss, said you're going to hell, didn't want to share the THROWN, so 1000 lashes were sworn, I live by a code, death before dishonor, your honor, but for $90,000 dollars, I'll write a verse that will make all your bitchboys in the club holler. This whole thing took about 3 minutes, to some life's a game/ some a war, and I'm in it to win it, I don't need to pretend it, in my mind is where it was penned at.

(no offense, mad at some radio ho rap).

 

[MNK99]

Porn stashe, cuz I'm all about the cash,
Fucked *****'s ****** then caught a rash,
Streets know, if you owe me, you better not pay in halvez,
cuz that was they ass,
Swing lyrical swords and ripped in half,
And torn asunder, as I drop thunder, but
light travels faster than sound, and now they 6 feet under.
I stay mad ignant for my ****** that stay killing shit,
doctors said I better quit, but I still illing it.
Smoking dope and selling it, like the bad lieutenant,
streets is colder than ice, and organized howz Ize represented it.

Nurse, check my incision... Already made provisions, and I'll front you what you need,
but comprehend the conditions, running late on your rent, well now you're missing.
-I just imagined 1000000 bars, crashed a million cars, shattered a trillion stars, and I'm not even trying, this isn't MANIC in his prime, but when I slow down the rhyme, arrive back in time, at the scene, I'll shatter your dreams - thruout the mezzanine, with diamond bricks, cake clouded the ceiling, out my limosine, kick open the door, end your misering.

"Woop woop", that's the sound of the police, I damage and terrorize emceese with ease, carved in their cerebellum, is the initials M.C., I turned their hate into their repenting, but this isn't Lent, 40dayz r and 40 nights I wandered the desert, in search of a higher existence, cuz with the pen I was gifted, but it's hard to reach the youth that's infected, caught up with achieving gold sneakers and bitches and bleachers, that's only TEEVEEING, Caught a missed stray shell, from a lot of street sweeping, I only roll with those thatt measure their weight well, it's heaven and hell, the duality of nature, I stay neutral like Saul Goodman, whether the MIDDLE WAY, or some 5% NATION OF ISLAM, a lot of petty thugs go to jail, and then "drop knowledge", like their the DON, it's almost like they've never had none, maybe dropped out of college, before you read your first book, I already destroyed your CONSTANT, E=MC^2, and it isn't fair how some are born with riches, and others stay digging ditches, conniving and thriving, most of my friends were lying, and I stayed surviving, can't kill me, I tried it, sell you your own drugs, best believe the intangibles I added, you'll buy it, step up to the mic, and get annihilated, and I don't condone violence, but once in a while I try it, cuz you violate.

 

[MNK99]

Nice. Got some beats from an old friend, and some old stuff I recorded/ gonna monetize it in a different venue.
Got a sick minimalistic/sattirical beat for some Arthouse Rap, for one of the things I wrote here (changed it a bit to make it better).

Also got access to one of the first things I seriously wrote.... it was damn good. HOWEVER, I edited it lately and it's better now. It was recorded on a Chinese Microphone or something (oldschool, ghetto setup, with Russian and Tajik beatmakers).

ALSO: I ate some carbs (way way more than usual) a few times this week, because I went out and didn't want to eat badly, but came home and ate a bid badly. Look less lean, and feel worse (stomach pain). Then I started writing...
-Just goes to show you, the fatter the rapper, the better the rapper. It's carbs man.
-8Ball, Big Punisher(RIP), BIG (RIP), Fat Boys (RIP to some).
-in comparison to Lil B, or whatever crossdressing, lipstick wearing, troglodytic street urchins are out now.

Gonna get that stuff done tomorrow and send it to my boy to mix it.
Tight!
Goodnite.

 

[aztec]

@MNK99 dang you are a machine. When is the mixtape coming out? Upload it to SoundCloud so we can enjoy it.

 

[MNK99]

Totally forgot about SoundCloud for a second.

Nice !! Thanks @aztec you motivated me.
One of my friends is like "you're good, your flow is bad, don't waste your talent."
-They know I wanted to act a long time....
But unlike them I was in school and working on a different long term plan.
-But my one friend has a great flow, the look, pretty much everything....
-and he is driven, grinds.
-3 of us were trying to.make an album or something... But it's better everyone does their own thing and links later creatively.
-I remember being on the rooftop on Richmond,til 6 am and my friend was telling me about burning his notebooks, those were messed up times, I literally was clawing and scratching just to make it to school on time, fighting with my bro, had no where to stay. Slangers outside selling. It was screwed up at times. Toronto's soft compared to me. Bunch of fugaces.


Practiced a lot of writing when I was younger.

Cannot write bars properly unless I slow the hell down mentally. And flow is hard too.

Had mixer and other friends.
Need one friend to get back together with this other friend (for sick minimalistic Russian beats, basically Rza called Russian beats the future of hip hop several years ago, and our boy is amazing with the beats).

 

[MNK99]

I've been crazy as a fetus, took a team of psychoanalysts from Geneva to fully believe this, I leave you speechless, I'm open book, but everyone's got secrets, compliment you backhanded, that's a sneak diss. That's why I'll verbally abuse you If you choose to
Misrepresent what I stand for, before comprehendin' more,
Shine brighter than the Winter Sol-stice, this up Norrth Kid,
Educating motherfuckers way before -Coll-ege.

 

[MNK99]

Concerned, once you're better, drop some rhymes, articulate clever, from the Eye of London,
I remember clubbing and listening to Trance, with London Rain, on a train on the way to france,
sipping vodka, distilled with the elite mobstas, village soccer kids, called me a "bahstad", I really never understood what the
fuck people were saying, yet I comprehend only the deranged, sit down class and let me explain,
what happens when the system maintains the status quo, rare species like me have to go,
That's why I stay fully coked, like Scarface, it's a hard place, a constant test/ not in school,
and motherfuck the rules/ in any case, I never really had a place to call my own, even sitting on the throne, one shot could get blown,
I stay unknown origin and Art of War, 48 Laws of Power, sell arms to both sidez like Lord Of War, Never smoked grass/ apex predator, the ancient carnivore, in most photos, my face was sour, only the smirk when I laugh and usually, it was the breath taken from a life that was last, in line, cuz I never was in time, and they'll never fucking find someone like me, that has never fought for anything but they're dreams, I'm just disspasionate, they've only ever been about the cash and shyt....
Carved out rhymes, after friends of mine, I became hard to find, but I still remember sitting in the kid's BMW, father had the dealership,
good kid but was not on that dealer that shyt, some kept it real, like G.R., I remember when he flipped his range, and walked the fuck outta the car,
and Paullie threw two khalai onto a moving taxi, its vexxing, I was just a good kid, how'd I get into a bid, it was fucked up, came home sometimes 2 weeks later, the streets were live, and I was in danger, they asked R. if he ever killed anyone, he said: "what the fuck kind of question is that", asking questions amongst thugs is prone to make you a suspect, smoking hash and b.c. kush, get into any club, next day they ask what's your age cuz, that's why I relate to, those that pump slugs, shoot you in the vein, like a needle that's the vehicle for elite drugs, but I never sold, or that's the story I told, walking down the street thinking ill rhymes, couldn't focus and numbed the pain, with the cocaine, how can I explain?
where the fuck I was this whole time, Parents thought and fully believed, man you lost your mind, so much potential, but filled with so much resent-el, sensitive stomach, can't eat lentils, wake up nauseous so much, enter the mind and the mission, it's harder to find someone so modern but tradition, I'll be a lawyer, before I get older, and still play SCARFACE out in my office, and stay like Ghostface in the captain crunch hat on the video for Run, cuz my real life is really like that. It's like the war of 1984, Punjabi power, my closest old friends, even though I was from a different cast and class, sometimes, can't trust a lightskinned *****, cuz they're only about cash, and they'll fuck you over fast, but I walk unscathed thru any blast, and I'm back on track, to tear up wax, not too cold for me, because I stay silverback, running thru any warfare, like a heart attack, in your sleep, the cousin of death, like Nas said, but I got cousins I ain't even ever met, and friends that were like brothers, from a different mother, was a nice guy, but turned into a ruthless motherfucker, and this game is my wife, but I never love her.

World stay divided, north and south, even in your own house, down your street, your head, soul, heart and your legs, even fallopean tubes and ovum, that's monozygotic twins, few ever understand what the fuck I'm saying, that's why they get no ends, Family sticks together threw stormy weather, like two uncles lawyers, recently, a granduncle deceased, dad and uncle sent out a million, to an uncle, so their kids could fufill dreams, from a granduncle's will, I'm like what the fuck dad, I can't even pay my bills, make 10k a week, and then droughts, for mills, hemispheres stay divided, I stay neutral and undecided, cuz I'm forever indecisive, I love it and hate it, never wanted anything but to stay creative, but somehow it seems, the gangster shyt was always in my dreams, not sure why, but when it comes to this money, it seems the only way to make it is in street skeems, but it's not the 80's, maybe I'll be broker, again it's not the eighties, global recession, cut into my education, ended successions, mass depression, fuck your pension, maybe I could do hit's for 20'gs, but then who's protecting me?, either way, as soon as your born you begin dying, that's why I'm never crying and if it was, it'd be ice, running in my veins, changing lanes, but I never changed who I was/ I remain the same, players change, the game stays the same, treat my legit job just like selling cocaine.
etc.

 

[MNK99]

First things I ever recorded (where I gave a fuck) for ppl who think im wack:
I was 21/22.
-MESSED UP SOME OF THE LINES/ bc I cannot remember, but whatever, son.

I got lyrical content, rappers today are more like condiments.

Not the main course, they barely border on being side orders/

They can't stand the heat alone, never be at the seat of the throne/

They wake and bake and act all demented,

maybe cuz they were neglected/

Not a serious threat,

Really Just a nervous wreck/

Those that fucked me in the past,

How you gonna outlast/

Someone Like me, who's never fought for anything but their dreams,

I'm dispassionate, you only ever been about the ca$h and shit/

It seems without reason, some fake motherfuckers stabbed me in the back,

committed treason/

Now they're waking up with me on their mind

If they could only go back in time/

But they fucked up big time, I'm standing outside /

my [former homey’s ]'s front door, Nine cocked who ever opens the door's,

gonna drop./

It's nothing personal, but I'm bringing the arsenal./

You should have never fucked me over like that,

Honestly, something inside me always knew you were wack,

Sweat drops from my brow,

what the fuck have I got myself into now./

This is really messed up, I'm getting really fed up,

I'm standing inside, full clipped by my side,/

About to take you out for a ride,

I'm starting to trip -/

I don't need this shyt,

Am I in the right state of mind to take

You outta town - and forever put you down/

But it isn't that simple./

You gotta do what you gotta do,/

And so do I,/

I need to be making sure that you die./

But it's of no consequence.

This isn't me. I'm a true G',

Not gonna fuck up my life,

over some conniving, disloyal, bitchass ***** (name censored, something censored for sure).

trying to fuck over Manik, life doesn’t go the way you planned it.

You can’t hustle a hustler, and you can’t kill someone that’s iller,

Steal from me, but I’m still richer.



(I don’t need to do it, but I had to live thru it.....)

You've made plenty of enemies... Time's running out on you G'.

I don't gotta pull the trigger. I'll sit behind the scenes,

Appear in your dreams. Pull the right strings,

Air Raid your house like I got wings,

My eyez on the prize, even though I despise,

I got enough problems, this ain't the way I should be

Solving em'. I made the final call,

Listen closely, you can feel it in my voice.

Better hand up everything you owe me,

before I change my choice. Plus all the

Interest, don't be actin' all suspect.

I came back for the money, not to leave you all bloody,

________________________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________

You Should Live The Rest Of Your Life In Fear.

Haunted, Cuz Death Is Always NEAR.

________________________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________


-And something I wrote in March.

Lyrical Exercise - 2.05am, 03.23.2018:

There's an AK in my name, for those that think I'm playing.
Hard to stay sane in a world that's all just a game,
rich or poor, know that there's more to life than bitches and whoors,
and hors d'oeuvre, on yachts, and planes, life's more than what you got,
let me explain, because too many folks never understand what the fuck it is I'm saying,
I'm practicing game theory while skipping, class you're always talking about getting some ass,
but in the end, a parasite is how you're remembered at last, no emotions, no convictions,
really just a weak motherfucker, being extorted by a bleak motherfucker like me,
why? cuz I can, so fuck you man.

3 Strikes, against me since 21, experienced the heart torn apart, but I'm black where it counts,
and that's my heart. It's a cold world, and I'm always dressed warm, track pants, wifebeater, untraceable heater,
come against
my energy, you'll be repenting G'. / M.A.N.I.C., don't make enemies,
Get slick, I'll rain down real quick like Normandy, Not a threat, Just a warning G',
Consider it a Warranty. "Hey Manik, Why you always talking about money?"
So I can keep the stare froze, with ice on and sink your titanic, meeting bitches
that are Icelandic.
even though I got a sense of humor, this isn't fucking funny, Even if you
outearn me, you'll never outlearn me, I'm like the gangsters from the 90's,
not in a club, but on a rooftop playing chess with real G's is where you'll find me,
thoughts to fast for a pen to catch, you'll have to rewind me,
unsigned is fine by me. I' hustled from birth with a dual-edged sword,
Since the ending was cursed, I set it back in tracks, a hypochondriac
asthmatic with panic attacks, couldn't hear my thoughts on wax, so I
started killing them in raps, Try to cut my product, you better pay the
tax, because putting in work, and credit you don't deserve, you'll end up
missing and never heard from or seen again, my friend.

When I die, the world will mourn, but I always come back Reborn,
That's why I often speak with such scorn, horned but not a night owl,
I'm a night demon, for mother******* that stay scheming, I stay dreaming,
Forever meaning, what I'm saying, but remember it's just a game,
Analyze the lines, with a razor, check the number on your pager,
Kind of a quiet guy, in my eyes you see I've always been Major.
in the mirror, I saw the devil's smirk, took some shots on my way to work,
Made a lot of mistakes in my past, but I outlasted, and out cashed-it,
turned story from tragic to classic, Like Scorcese, nothing you can do
could ever phase me, even try to blaze me, you're memory will be hazy,
compared to me you're just too lazy, don't know where I live and what's my intention,
not selecting a shitty job, and working for a pension, so make your move despite the apprehension,
and get abused, because all I've ever known is tension. Dropping ill lyrical lessons, devilish but from above,
Naturally higher than you're latest session, so-called players keep guessing.
Fuck what you thought, in your mind, that you could get away with it,
In your heart you always knew you were fake with it.
I was a nice guy, and quickly realized that was my demise.
I always tell the truth, even when I lie. You've never flown straight,
with a glare from my periphery, you can sense the hate, contemplate a plan,
but it's just intellectual masturbation, I've been looking for you like that song with the Haitans (that song plays in bkgrd).
You chose your fate already, before I even
began penning, doe or die, but you can't choose your ending, I miss my past, but
it's erased and much like you, replaced.

Ask me for remorse, but my voice is already hoarse, so to stay the course,
I roll a dice, and it's 6, so go ahead trick, dig the ditch. Can't get rid of me,
let alone kill me, Fearless since my last downfall, you balled so hard, but
someone like me only has their balls and their word, maybe you haven't heard
Scarface rip through the projects, in the eighties, like Crack, seen through your
soul it's just an act.

 

[aztec]

Wuf wuf wuf hahaha!

 

[Aleksandr]

@Helen @TubZy @Orion @mattyb

on raypeatforum
many had to confess and express
rays ideas didnt work
charlie didn't like that decorum
gbold became hugh hefner with a smirk
after a protest,
to hackstasis we left with the pas / pfs,
dicks still repressed,
dudes still obsessed,
a forum founded on self-interest,
"yo Helen, what do you suggest?"

*Chorus:
Are we human?
Or are we... immunosupressed?
Gotta check that serum albumin,
on our health quest*

so we got a hair test
is it our treasure chest?
it said my adrenals were stressed
researching this shit was the wild west
bought some supplements, i had to invest
can i get back to my best?

low protein is being addressed
electrolyte intake being reassessed
HCL to helps us digest
hopefully the hairline wont be recessed
so far i'm impressed.
doing our best
is mineral balancing our bulletproof vest?

 

[aztec]

@m_arch hahaha dang that was hilarious. You need to record this and upload to iTunes. I would buy that track hands down @MNK99 make a duet. I am ready to freestyle in Spanish!

 

[MNK99]

MY FLow's bad rite now....

HONESTLY, sometimes good... MOST THE TIME: NOT TBH.
NEVER GOT TO PRACTICE MUCH.
SOUND BETTER WHEN RASPY.
YOU DONT NEED TO BE "HARD" IN today's rap world...
BUT: I know there's rappers that are terrible in lyrics, but CAN flow...
and really: IDEALLY YOU have either great beats/ or minimal for your lyrics (if it's some east coast certain styles),
GREAT lyrics,
and FLOW.....

-I cannot consistently flow,
but whatever.... Practice.

-I like my voice... then I despise it.
-BETTER ANGRIER...

-ALSO trying to avoid, rap... makes me more aggressive (serious).
----GOOD at times; BUT......... ALSO not good times.

-MY voice is actually pretty good... BUT: It's like my internal clock is messed up (no kidding! -insomnia, adhd++++++, etc)., and I don't have that internal metronome. Kind of like RZA vs. Inspectah Deck, or GZA, or Cappadonna, or Method man...
-HE is never completely on beat, but he can get away with it.
-Obviously, I am not nearly as good as any of those guys. I admit that. And this isn't my best freestyling nor writing.
-Just practicing basically.

 

[MNK99]

From now on all my personal Log Posts will be in HAIKUS,
to avoid confusion.
(Most, still executive summary posts will be in normal proper english --- (proper enough for this)).

 

[aztec]

You can learn a lot of Spanish in 90 days. @m_arch and you need to write a song together. Your writing skills are great. Your idea sounds productive.

 

[TubZy]

@Helen @TubZy @Orion @mattyb

on raypeatforum
many had to confess and express
rays ideas didnt work
charlie didn't like that decorum
gbold became hugh hefner with a smirk
after a protest,
to hackstasis we left with the pas / pfs,
dicks still repressed,
dudes still obsessed,
a forum founded on self-interest,
"yo Helen, what do you suggest?"

*Chorus:
Are we human?
Or are we... immunosupressed?
Gotta check that serum albumin,
on our health quest*

so we got a hair test
is it our treasure chest?
it said my adrenals were stressed
researching this shit was the wild west
bought some supplements, i had to invest
can i get back to my best?

low protein is being addressed
electrolyte intake being reassessed
HCL to helps us digest
hopefully the hairline wont be recessed
so far i'm impressed.
doing our best
is mineral balancing our bulletproof vest?

Just need a hot beat you are golden

 

[MNK99]

Some good lines there man @m_arch
"Are we human?
Or are we... immunosupressed? "

 

[MNK99]

@aztec, if you know Spanish and English, is Latin (basic Latin) easier?
If you know latin then Italian, Spanish, etc... are easier right?
Just thinking of random things I want to learn, when I move back.