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LEVEL II

 
 
 
 
You do it as a profession
I do it as a hobby
I'm closer to being signed-And now your knees are wobbly
You can't stop me
Even if you popped me
And who do you think they love the most?
The Messenger-Cause I'm the biggest host.
[The Messenger]
I see you took the elevator and now you reached level 2
just 'cause I'm respondin it doesn't mean you at my level dude
you being signed? psshh that label's screwed
I'm hot and underground, they call me devil too
I got a rebelious crew
that would reverse your views
like mirrors do
hearing your rhymes I ought to laugh
the closest thing to you bein signed is me givin you an autograph
You can't complete the job like you out of staff.







haha thank you man I really appreciate it. I won't take it personal haha

You wearing all black?
You must be attending your crew's funeral
You riding a 6 door cadillac?
What kind of hearse is that?
Your previous verse was wack
That was your worse attack
Did I just hear your track?
You'd get your rear whacked
and that's a clear fact
You are fucking clearly fat
Act like a magician and make a disappearing act







Your singing songs? that's real cute
but it's that style of rapping that I ridicule
I'm not playing when I say that I get rid of fools
that's why you don't see kinky posting in level 2
and the same goes for menace too
and you know it's true
I wanna rap beyond them, like HOVA did
get my own Beyonce, hopefully
hand over the mic like tay swift
it ain't rhyming if you repeating the same shit
It's like fuckin in a different bed with the same bitch
Imma make the game sick
stop posting your crap before I pull your card
you need to stop acting big, like Jamal Woolard.
Im an animal, I go zoo-per hard
I'm too quick to guard






Man...don't think bcauze I ain't sayin shit you won this level
I got "Get thee behind me Satan", for you devil
I'm smashing columns if you try to reach my level
All day every day I got bass for some treble
Yeah, I see you punked them other two
But I ain't easily scared, stupid is is what stupid do
I beg your pardon, I thought I was clear when I told ya
You can make a betty crocker commercial drinkin Folger
with a soldier
You don't have me cryin, but dyin, laughin in tears
You got 16 gold bars, but I'm gold with 16 gold ears
And speaking of singing songs this buds for you
That's blueberry yummy and honey melon dew
[The Messenger]
That was nice man...

In this rap shit, Im never last in
My rhymes never end, they everlasting
I get smart money, and carry clever plastic
I made your bitch bend over, that bitch's elasctic
she got no tits but her ass thick
Never questions me, so don't ask it
unless you are ready for a casket
thats synonymous for coffin
Yea im sick but not the type you cough in
fresher than your morning coffee
you carry a gun but is next to the cuffs G 
cause you a fucking pig you see this?
but even then I wouldn't cop your CDs
Yeah...aight player, you get a point

Man, Mauric10 gone-----
You like a lil brother who won't take his lil ass home
Ya wanna be like The Messenger, ya big brother
The one and only, there is no other
But you must've lost your doggone mind
If you think it was my girl you had from behind
From what I heard, it was dark
And you was like Superman is to Jane Clark
You love to rub a big 'ol chest
Not my girl tits but hairy palms with big 'ol wrists
Now how is that for sickness with your flows?
Cause what you sayin, nobody knows
Not even the broke pimps and wore out hoes
Which way did he go; which way does he goes?
[Bend my wrist]
no homo
-The Messenger-
Nah I'm sure it was your girl Messenger
matter fact, im still text messaging her
but don't be mad I'm just messing with her
quick pump and dump
I don't get attached unlike you, chump
I know I'm fire, fuck Donald Trump
so don't act tough
poke your face, call your bluff
its good to see you coming with your best stuff
but it ain't enough, my shit is too rough
so why are you trying for?
you can't tie the score
while I'm tired of scoring
your rhymes are boring
I'm so tired of snoring
and its not even a good morning
but you still got me yawnin







Mauric10, you should just give in
You losin man, and you can't win
I'm borin and you snorin
You better wake up-
We battlin, we warrin
I already told ya that stupid is what stupid do
That don't jus apply to them, that goes for you
cause you stupid too
You a slow nigga
Young, dumb, and full of cum
Don't know nigga
I ain't new to these streets
I'm lookin, I'm plottin
Catch u slippin, u droppin
What can I say
Some like it cold, some like it hot
Some like to run up and step back with a knot
You can get it
With bitch slaps wid it
That's right, now you see me-now you don't
You say you will, but don't bet on it fool
You'll lose-cause you won't
we are not bros, like Warner
you call this shit warring?
you really don't want it with me and that's just a warning
I'll bag you up, call me Kurt Warner
you shit is hot, but mine is way warmer
I change cars so often they call me Transformer
Like Optimums Prime
I had 2 options in life, I opted for crime
I had a glock first then I dropped it for mics
I am not stopping this rhymes
I'm stomping your lines
stupid is as stupid do?
well messing with me, that was a stupid move
You changin cars? Nigga you ain't got one car
You mean changin shoes like a ghetto superstar
Wassup with that? You still transforming
Well give me an "A" for my performance
How about them bananas?
The ones who wear "I'm a snitch" bandanas
I say Hasta Miana
Save the drama for ya mama
Yeah, nigga I do want it with you
I'm snatchin your crown and steppin on yo shoe
I told you punk, I ain't never scared
I'm on level 2, with a level head
Break bricks with shit called leavened bread
You so slow-don't know what I said
Let alone not what I meant
Nigga you was meant to be present
But I'm the President
I'd take you out the game but your sub's missing
I will choke you out and have you in submission
You think I'm broke but that's just your intuition
but I think you are the one having trouble making tuition
y'all niggas stuck on the old shit, into tradition
well I'm taking over this shit like the acquisition
I step in and kill it in the booth
if you are the president, I'm John Wilkes Booth
or Lee Harvey Oswald
You live in a fantasy world like 'ol Walt ---Disney
but you can't never diss me
you will never beat this me
I'm always going beyond, you underachieve
you are like $999, always under a G
I'm a fucking thunder MC
I'll leave you wondering see
why am I everything you ever wanted to be?







Yeah, I hear you talkin
But You ain't sayin shit
So imma keep on walkin
You keep playin "it"
I gotta give you props, when it come to yo drops
You still a youngin son
You ain't droppin lyrics, you droppin guns
Slippery handed, mic mismanaged
Break yo shit, now yo mic damaged
So what you sayin now, say it again?
You sound like Michael Jackson muhphucka
You can't win
And I don't stop
I'm something like time, and I won't stop
I'm a real charm
You just a "diss" arm
You wanna know what makes me laugh?
I think about how yo dirty ass don't take a bath
Now see...
That's cause you said I was under a "G"
In this case, your acquisition has been denied
Go back to the lab son, at least you tried
Hahaha, I'm The Messenger
And I'm microphone CHECKIN ya

By the way, yo shit was hot man.
ohhh man that was a sick drop man, mad props. Sorry for the delay but spring break and work got me busy man...but here I am.


So now I'm Michael Jackson then
I guess I'm in the moon walking then
listening to Michael on my walk-men
after this you won't talk again
Imma call you Charles Chaplin
but it ain't about black and white
and I forgot to say R.I.P to Mike
but it's alright I'm here to rip the mic
you ass is getting ate tonite
my style ain't food so stop trying to bite
I ain't little but you style I belittle
I'll box you like kitty litter
you a rat like stuart little
I'm shinning like I am in glitter
your style is a little bitter
my shit is a little better
Imma end this cause I'm bored
you will always be last like the E chord
I'll always be on top of u
like the number 8 key on your keyboard






aite bro for sure go take care of that Michael Vick wannabe. I'll hold it down man, thx for the props haha I'll see ya later then G, take care
Nigguh
You not Michael Jackson
You Reverend Jackson
The man in the mirror
Who head back crackin
Ova and ova again I tell ya
Yo shit is weak and yo back is yella
If you don't know then let me tell ya
That's a coward, you a Howard
You always talkin
But yo shit ain't walkin
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids
I'm claiming high stakes, takin high bids
Nigguh you know what it is
Don't act like you dont
I'll rhyme slap your ass
Now say I wont
Rippin your rhymes is easy
Like Kinky Kids time was breezy
And for Dennis the Menace you smashed too
He don't want none, he know what it do
That's what I'm tryin to tell you
Sit yo ass down son you thru
You started hot but that last verse was mild
But I can adapt to the subject, I'm versatile
Now Imma show you why I'm the best by miles
It's because I rap about important stuff
while yall niggas still trying to get it in like you importing stuff
Nigga you probably drinking snaples
Trying to grow an Adam's apple
surfing your iphones app store
lookin for an app that will make your rap soar
while sitting outside the gap store
listening to ash roth for inspiration but you find none
I often would say that I'm done
but nigga this has just begun
you want no beef like vegans
and I know you can't wait till I drop, you eager
cause my style be bigger than any nigga
I'm traveling more that that LeBron nigga
and if you really wanna brawl, I'm the wrong nigga
cause I'm not afraid to pull the trigga
and release hollows that put your body in strange figures
I don't stress about gold diggers
but if you give good brains I'll take you to fancy dinners
and we can pop champagne
and if Messenger is at the top I'll bring the champ pain
I took the crown I'm the champ again
you prolly wanted to go to camp wayne
haha how cute of you
my crew is a guerrilla troop
your crew prolly wear gorilla suits
get the fuck out of here I'll give you the boot
and don't talk to me your ass is mute
Giggy Giggy Gat
Giggy Giggy Gat
I'll slap your ass
I'll bat your ass
Fuck around and make me mad
I'll Gat your ass
Piggy Piggy Pop
Piggy Piggy Pop
I'll drop your ass
Straight mop your ass
Fuck around and make me mad
I'll pop your ass
I'm a lyrical scientist
A lyrical poet
A lyrical rhymer
Don't act like you don't know it
You using fancy words, I gotta admit
But what you spittin man, don't mean shit
Yackety Yack
Don't forget that song
Cause that's your track
You play it all night long
And as far your versatility
You ain't even articulate G
I always use a lighter
Cause you ain't no match for me
You my boy, but you still a buster
Just like Dave, you a all day sucker
--The Messenger--
I'm getting more brain then nerds
while you are making your own words?
giggy giggy? what are you quagmire?
well let me tell you this, I'm quite higher
I'm the one you bitches admire
Fist up in the air, my arm's tired
I'm hotter than the bullets my arms fire
hoes all around me like campfires
I'm off the top like a turban
I get around like a tour van
I do this for the urban
meaning that I do this for the streets
I do this shit mentally
cause if I say it, I really meant that shit
I came in so fast the doors still revolving
but as soon as I reach for my revolver
my crew starts revolting







Making up words man,
That's all I do,
I'll make up you,
Put ya ass in a dress
With some make-up too,
Stick ya azz up on a corna,
Yeah nigga,
You gonna,
And fuck around and
Don't have my cash,
Imma take my shoe
And beat yo muphucken ass,
Yo flow is sick
But mine is sicker,
You like a time bomb
Without the ticker,
You like a pistol
With no trigger,
Yo dick may be long
But mines is bigger,
No HOMO
I'm pro BONO,
I'm like Edward Scissor Hands
You like Alice in Wonderland
Just like a bitch,
I gotta hold yo hand
Follow me, Follow me
Down the yellow brick road
Swallow me, Swallow me,
Nigga eat my load
I'm wipin shit on your carpet
Where you pay rent
Sugar coated rhymes
For yo sugar coated scent
Believe Me, Believe Me,
I'm a god,
Receive Me, Receive Me,
Or taste the sod
I'm still wa-walkin
And you still ta-talking
You talkin to ya self
Inside a coffin
--The Messenger--
you got the wrong nigga in the coffin like death at the funeral
you just mad cause yo ugly ass gets fewer gals
my flow is nastier than sewer canals
all up in your grill like root canals
I'll stab you and shoot your pals
I'm running on fumes I don't need no gas
I might need perfume cause you smell like ass
but for now I'll resume the class
cause I'm hip-hop the professor
I'd like to see you put me in a dress sir
I'll open you up like a dresser
Nigga don't address me
Call your self a messenger
but you just a mess with germs
Nigga, I'm spitting gems
Yellow and red circles like M&M's
but thats just my visa card logo
call me insance, crazy, or loco
I really don't give a fuck dawg
I get all the bitchez
And all the hoes
The players on the block
Know how I roll
But you couldn't possibly know
Cause you so impossibly slow
And who is you to call me ugly
When your fronts are gone
and your eyes are buggy
Don't judge me
I'm a plugged G
I don't call myself The Messenger
Nigga I am
I want you
Like Uncle Sam
I'll buss yo head with a can of spam
I don't know who you are
But I AM THAT I AM
--The Messenger--
The only reason why my fronts is gone
is because I ain't fronting
and my eyes are buggy?
that shit don't bug me
underground like bugs bunny
please someone come dug me
you prolly writing rhymes in a snuggie
how the fuck you a thug G?
the only time you are plugged
is when you take it from behind
but I'll take it easy, I'll be kind
press the stop, hit rewind
but now let me remind
everyone who's alive
meaning all the mankind
that I'm still on my grind
If you don't feel this your blind
so I'll write it in brail
now you feel me for real
I ain't rapping for deals
I'm rapping for meals
I already ate you,
so I'm goin to taco bell to get my fourth meal
nigga its a done deal




Nigguh step back,
I'm quick with my rhymes
I'm better than forever
I'm greater than all times
Come roll with me
Wade in the water
I'm like Jesus
Two fish with your order
I just can't trade you for a quarter
It's been one
I hit you in yo chin son
Man imma rhymer
and you'te just an appetizer
I'll eat you before I eat my real dinner
Cough, Spit, Chew,
Cause I'm a real winner
--The Messenger--
more like a real whiner
I'll turn this to gore, and I don't mean the 49'er
plus my crew is finer
I spit more than a shoe shiner
I'm one of the few niggas shining
one of the few niggas dining
yall niggas still need to sign in
I have already designed it
yall niggas define shit
yall should just resign, quit
I'm getting whats mine quick
this ain't no surprise quiz
so be prepared for it
and be scared for it





I'm steppin out
And then I'm
Steppin in
I'm hittin pockets
Then I'm back again
I'm shootin lyrics
To the stars
From Venus to Saturn
Pluto and Mars
I'm coming thru
like a hoola-hoop
I shake hips and lips
like super dupes
--The Messenger--

I silence so call loud cats
but that last verse,
you shouldn't be proud of that
how did you even allowed that crap
but you know whats really loud? the gat
but enough with the gun play
enough with the pun saying
and enough with the god praying
cause he won't even save you from being my prey
Let me tell you the truth you must face
you wanna be 'hip', but u are only a waist(waste)
now tell me how does that taste?
all this nigga do is copy and paste
he writes thinking he gonna be the best
i bet he is always saying "this will put him to rest"
but one he posts I respond quicker than an easy test
then he is all sad saying "dammit now im drepressed"
nigga learn from the west
we spit true shit from the chest
what the ghettos request
the kind of shit that make niggas wanna protest
the kind of shit that make niggas wear vests









lol...yeah, you right, that last one was outta there...lol...Aiight fool, you get that, nice come back of that whack shit...lol....I'll be gettin at cha...One!
I'm hittin you with that sublimnal
Straight past yo lyrics, cause they minimal
Don't worry, I'll be gentle
As I lay my wrath you gentile
I'm no sugar daddy
But I keep the bitches,
I may spring for the dranks
But hoes comin out dem britches
With the lyrics I'm better
I make the bitches mo wetter
I get some now,
And they break me off later
I got nothin but love for you,
And crumble you up like paper
Frankly, I ain't here for the Franklins
I do this for the fans see
trying to remember my bank pin
cause a.t.m I'm at the a.t.m
doing a quick cash grab
then heading home on the cash cab
nigga if you wetter where the spash at?
if your hotter where the ash at?
nigga I'll smash that
you so much of a bitch you prolly have an ass tat
haha
yall niggas smoking herb
but nigga we plant trees
I got more goodies than a pantry
so tell your hoe to pull up her panties
and put on her pants please
now get off my land, peace

Nigguh, you ain't got no fans
You ain't even got no plans
But I will admit
You shole is funny man
You got me laughin
My sides are hurtin,
But it's time to end the show
So imma pull the curtain
All that shit you said
It ain't true
Copy and paste
Nigguh that must be you
I may have did it one time
But I don't need to paste shit
To smash your rhyme
I give you props on your metaphors
But keep talkin shit
Imma kick you through some metal doors
Make you wax some waxless floors
Or put you in a room
With aid infested whores
I told you stop playin with me boy
I'm a sex object, not a sex toy
So when you really ready
And your flow is really steady
Holla at your boi
Other than that
It's ships ahoy
~~The Messenger~~
Your rhymes are softer than styrofoam
where you get your style from?
the salvation store?
flows like yours is why I change the station for
I'm ahead of my time playing playstation 4
your as phony as this nation's war
i won't wipe your waxless floors
because of your wackness dawg
I'm heartless bro
you can't see my money, its darkness dough
your rhymes are lies, loch ness flow
I hope you got long less yo
because I'm running this shit, don't try to catch me tho
from LA to richmond
difference between me and you, I wanna get rich more
you always behind the king like Mo Williams
you wanna succeed, nigga i'm mo' willing
I promise i won't do any more killing
Imma just start chilling wow
I'm Julius Caesar now
we in the see-saw now
i push more weight so you are going down



You just won't listen
Wherever I stand I glisten
Wherever you flow
They dissin
They can't wait to get
To the intermission
I'm the mission
I'm they're decision
I cut you deep, it's an incision
You need a physician
I got high position
With high proposition
Making all the decisions
I'll subtract and break you like division
You are the one that's gonna get cup like a coupon
you can't see me, the coupe gone
your rhymes make the group yawn
you are the troop's pawn
meaning the weakest on your crew
you wouldn't beat me with 4 you's
Im number one like before 2
Im not sick just now but before too
unbelievable shit, be more true
say my name like Beetlejuice
I just beat you dude
bigger buzz than beetles do
bigger than that Beatles group
no beef like a meatless soup
listening to game and snoop
west coast in this bitch
we fresh in most of this shit








I'm on top of the world
You back in the day 
Just like the jerry curl
If you think you winning
You dizzy, ya head spinning
My flow so steep, watch out
They make you dizzy
An unethical style with my craft
I get busy
I ask the bitches for brain
They say "you so silly"
That's the deally
I'm a master mind
You're a donkey behind
Stand back mark
Before I kick you sensless
Send you back to your lab
With just a pad
On your menses
~The Messenger~


how you talking about menses
you can't see your style is whack?
damn bro you need some lenses
luxurious flow, i only drive benzes
I get more green like the other side of the fence is
nigga I'm offensive, no defenses
can't ever sense this
you are not better don't pretend please
on pizza is the only time you spend cheese
don't try to befriend me
it's time for you to surrender
you are surrounded
I'm all over the place like surround sound
I'm in profound ground
while you niggas still in the shallow end
you niggas still swallowing
I'm straight out styling
trying to get off the poor land
blazing and I ain't even from portland
I guess it's time for me to
Bow down and submit
I gotta admit
Mauric10 you da shit
It's been real man
real legit
I guess what I'm sayin playa
I quit
You win
~The Messenger~
I guess theres nothing else for me to say
no more dues for me to pay
no more dudes for me to slay
cause Messenger is the only nigga
who stepped up to the plate
pulling out rhymes that I didn't expect
rhymes that deserve my respect
I don't feel like i won shit
especially when you quit
but I guess this is where it dies
but if I had to call it, I would say its a tie

Much Respect Messenger, good shit G


Thanks for showing the love G. My bad about quitting. I ended up losing my dog, and I'm kinda wrestling with some shit. I know it's easy to get another dog, but it's hard when I had him every since a pup, and he was the best dog I ever had. But as far as it being a tie...man you killed it. You got mad skillz. If you give me a few days to really deal with the fact that I no longer have my best friend around anymore, we can go at it again. I wish it was more than just me and you though. But of course, you went in so hard with the Kinky Kid, I haven't heard, seen, or smelled her anywhere.
Keep up the posts man. By the way, are you on facebook?
Let's level it up big bro.
Yeah bro I feel you. I'm in the middle of moving as we speak but I'll level it up too
 

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