James R. McMaybe Late Night Cypher

[James R.]

James R.
I hustle and I’m driven, underdog winning man I can’t finish
You’re trippin cuz you’re in the bottom of your last innin
I slash linens the tracks you lay aint fuckin with mine
The alarm clock man you can’t sleep on my buzz or my shine
I dunno where you been but trust me I wasn’t behind
Flow floodin the streets, I’m the shit you aint flush it in time

McMaybe
They come in like some racists', I cum buckets of amazment..
I'm the ace of spades when every single player needs and ace,
and I'm the flow, blowing skirts up like the sewers in flicks..
you wouldn't think I was the coolest but in two minutes it's...
been discussed and arranged.. No disgusting or aged...
I'm talking 5'6, nice tits, tight and her legs.....

James R.
Long as hell comin down to some open toes, potent flows
Got my name ringing from the Burgh out to Oakland yo
Black dudes hope I blow white dudes getting stoked, I'm dope
Causin seizures, filling bleachers I got the whole game chokin so...
I blow the smoke to sky watch it raise and dispurse
The game in reverse I drop and get dudes changin their verse

McMaybe
I'm at a stage where the beat, get's me enraged when I speak..
it's like a battle with my thumb against the 'space' and 'delete',
pray, then I sleep... I'm the calice to these execution axe words...
it's malice in his palace, breeding evolutions backwards...
I never get the best of shit... It's evident irrelevance...
has entered yet another thought, I guess I'll get the Vets and split*

James R.
Time lines get severed when I enter the colosium
All I see is bodies seethin and all I need is all I'm seein
So all I'm sayin is that I need to witness the massacre
Of garbage actors, attention whores, and fake rap amatuers
I state facts cancerous and on my tracks recite grime
Like 8 black panthers when I write, black on white crime

McMaybe
You're garbadge, abort it fag, I never lose, they fear me
I got more supporters backs than darwins evolution theory...
it's relaity, this fantasy is Wizard of Oz....
You got producers in the booth playing with switches and bars..
I got it war spelt backwards... Cold sweat, ask Kirk....
go bet stacks that I'll blow... get ass hurt...

[JPearson]

sick collab, quick verses that flowed well n ryhmed well

favourite lines were the 'alarm clock cant sleep on my buzz or my shine' seemed like it flowed well n good wordplay

n 'the space n delete' line... again seemed like it flowed well

[James R.]

Hahah thanks for checkin it Jamie and Cole