My Modest Honda Odyssey

[yyhy]

Without an ounce of cockiness I'll announce and tout my Godliness
No albums out, no concert gigs, no crowded/shoutin' audience
Just vowels with countless wattage's and nouns I've wound in conduit
An outlet bound to java scripts, yea, a powerhouse with consonants
Go 'head, doubt my vow to dominance, I'll douse your stout metropolis
with shower clouds so ominous that your mountains count as continents
I'm Faust, an ousted Shaman in meditation, I'm
levitating, mind in a Shaolin shroud of consciousness
It's funny, maybe crazy or... nah fuck it, crazy 'splain's the source
of how a bunch'a vagrant/nameless hordes could underrate the greatest lord
Humming praises, saying "MORE!!" while nothing they spit's same as yours
It's double agent Jason Bourne coming/racing, trained for war
Enunciate my phrases warn, the others Satan's waiting armed
with his double bladed laser swords dunked and bathed in agent orange
The cockiest, rock solidest, confident, God novelist/headmaster
The dominant sketch crafters jotting their text patterns in Romulus red matter
The snobbiest ensemble of obvious top columnist/best rappers
The consummate tech hacker/monsterous net crasher toppling web chatter
I'm a psychopathic NyQuil addict, up nights just laughing... Cackles
echo off a devil's thoughts, throwing bibles at its shadows
A chiropractic spinal fracture, my mind's been shattered... Paxel's
the special sauce in a kettle clogged with spiders, bats and backbones
My vitals flatten, I lie in caskets while flying backwards... Paddle
through several fogs to settle lost in the eye of madness black hole
I'm a soccer mom, but father see, no paparazzi follows me
in my modest Honda Odyssey, but I watch my toddler constantly
Plotting schemes to rob and thieve your Maserati's complex key
I'm searching for my marbles, yelling "olly olly oxen free!"
When the cops arrive they'll find me in my room, it's full'a skulls
and when they ask me "Why?", I'll smile, "I do it for the lulz!"

Fed Eyerac twice... get some more later

[TheTruest]

Aight, so my only complaint is that half way thru, my enjoyment/interest peaked ... the content is so random ... and I felt like the first half of the verse "said more" than the second ... in terms of positives, this verse is basically a clinic on how to make multies the cornerstone of a verse ... the flow is almost constantly on precise point b/c the multies which are so good guide it ... and your vocab is so extensive that you're able to string so many multies together w/ the same scheme ... which you've been doing for yrs. I suppose ... dope shit.

[yyhy]

"You're so dope I'm tired of it" - Jon

hate you, go fuck a goat

lol thanks

[TheTruest]

I said that? Really? Lol, no doubt.

[BWHAHA]

and when they ask me "Why?", I'll smile, "I do it for the lulz!"

DOPEST LINE, of the verse. The rest was Above Godly, just great, idk why your stuff get's slept on, sometimes. oh well :-/

[.Void.]

Without an ounce of cockiness I'll announce and tout my Godliness
No albums out, no concert gigs, no crowded/shoutin' audience
Just vowels with countless wattage's and nouns I've wound in conduit
An outlet bound to java scripts, yea, a powerhouse with consonants
^This was sick.!!

The consummate tech hacker/monsterous net crasher toppling web chatter
I'm a psychopathic NyQuil addict, up nights just laughing... Cackles
echo off a devil's thoughts, throwing bibles at its shadows
A chiropractic spinal fracture, my mind's been shattered... Paxel's
^This was probably one of my favorite parts.!!

As a whole this was very nice.! The multies flowed great, the wordplay was sick.! Good shit.!!

[DRscribblez]

cool peice.
I will agree that at some times the concepts or topics seemed to be very scattered, and sometimes you pull it off, but there were times in this peice where it did catch my attention.
other than that, the intro hit damn hard. i never quote you guys's stuff cause i end up making it the whole peice when i try to figure out where to stop it, so just know that through the beggining it kicked ass.

then like bwaha said, the outro was dope. expecially for an outro.

[Killa Smallz]

sick lyrics bro. vocabulary is mad good. keep it up.