tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40040012011-06-08T02:32:08.671-04:00Da Crew:<br>Tito Dumoeba<br>Tito LL Pooh J<br>Tito Pogiboy<br>Tito LudaChris<br>Tito OtOt<br>Tito Tasty<br>monkey bar chicknoreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-1101312211583897482004-11-24T11:02:00.000-05:002004-11-24T11:03:31.583-05:00

You should read the Bible every night in healthy portions, I wrench up my rivals with my rhyme contortion, You’re whack like abortion, my tongue twists like torsion, The Word makes you wealthy like Nike endorsion, God’s the bomb like atom, Christ’s the Prince of the Palace, Pop the Dom Perignon, raise your glass and chalice, To the Don of the dawn, you need Mass not malice, From the Cavs with

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-1069497597076398232003-11-22T05:39:00.000-05:002003-11-22T05:42:26.746-05:00

Hairs is on my chest like my name is Tom Selleck Roast is in the oven, ask the Rock, can you smell it Stanky on the spot, I'm so good like angelic People call me Overzealous Psychedelic Relic Overzealous monumentous rhymes fanatical Psychedelic crazy bowel movement radical Relic but I'm strong and rested from sabbatical Kick this verse with emphasis Martin Gramatical Look into the future, aks

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-1069439748005103062003-11-21T13:35:00.000-05:002003-11-21T13:36:25.936-05:00

Dollar ring. JC. Trophy wife. Hawaii. Gonna sing like, it's the one year anniversary Of tha Pink Mic, Anna said pretty please So I'ma hit nice, like Muhamed Ali Coz I flow like a butterfly, and sting like a bee Not like all the other guys, i'm the OtOt emcee My savior is Jesus Christ, da MAN Holy Coz I cook a lotta rice, with spam yummmy Spam, Spam, Spam, for Anna the #1 fan Sausage, Pork, Ham,

mChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09522229061140872098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-1059590594335921962003-07-30T14:43:00.000-04:002003-07-30T14:43:14.193-04:00

All the ballers in the land from NY to SD, Shake yo’ butts, wave yo’ hands, and follow me! All the ballers in the land from The Heights to A2, Shake yo’ butts, wave yo’ hands, and do what I do! Welcome to the summer school of Balling Excellence, I’ll be your Professor E, ‘bout to drop some dimes ‘n sense, Forget everything you knew cuz they have no relevance, Cuz the game I got’s heavy, like

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-1058276871383589412003-07-15T09:47:00.000-04:002003-07-15T09:47:51.230-04:00

We go deep inside the beat, take the pen to the sheet, Try to hold the presence and essence of the seconds to see, How the moment ebbs and flows, cuz a poet’s heart knows, That in memories to come show our souls exposed, And as our thoughts turn to words and our words to prose, When we reminisce we kiss away all the world’s woes, Want my past in a jar, and up on a shelf, But instead I pop the

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-938292122003-05-05T19:20:00.000-04:002003-05-05T19:20:08.193-04:00

God’s Blessin’ me, so I bless the mic, ‘til eternity, surprise and delight, Backwards blue D, on my dome just how I like, Greene with NV, rock an a capella night, ’98, that is, I’m kinda outta the biz, ‘stead of fortune ‘n fame, I’m feelin’ family ‘n kids, Droppin’ dimes, droppin’ rhymes, droppin’ ego ‘n id, Eatin’ whack MC’s and rookies like these cookies I hid, I’m a fool for stoopid flow,

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-881091612003-01-27T13:52:00.000-05:002003-01-27T14:03:14.000-05:00

Men pause and ponder how my rhyme’s ridiculous, So pleasant and precise so right on time meticulous, In your hair and everywhere wit’ flow so ubiquitous, My flavor’s top like tootsie pop so take a lick-a-this, I’m a very verbal viper and I’ll snipe ya from afar, The type to pry you open oh so slightly like ajar, Yo, you’re quintuple bogey and I’m puttin’ for par, I’ll smoke ya like a stogey or

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-870250582003-01-06T16:48:00.000-05:002003-01-06T16:48:15.410-05:00

Suicidal psychos make no frickin’ sense to me, Candy coated I’ve been voted emcee of the century, If you’re preppin’ for a pardon Jesus Christ’s the One to meet, Yo check it China Garden’s always got da buns to beat, I’m never ostentatious, yo go check the dictionary, Often overly outrageous written in my obituary, I pray your life is light before you see the cemetery, Come wit’ me ‘n bow the

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-869714082003-01-05T15:06:00.000-05:002003-01-05T15:08:43.000-05:00

for a tasty treat eat up this practice beat (click here) so when we lay these tracks your meter won't be whacks

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-863618982002-12-21T10:30:00.000-05:002002-12-21T10:30:23.596-05:00

I got a Bible full of raps, the King is on my side Pass the mic on a slant and hit me in stride, cuz On the cross He died for us, He should be glorified, and Those who vilify the Lord, just love them, don't despise, cuz The evil one resides in lies, his call is to divide and Drag your soul down straight to hell on a one-way ride so Seek the Lord, He loves you, no need to run and hide cuz Hell

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-862395272002-12-18T17:33:00.000-05:002002-12-20T16:18:17.000-05:00

shift F-7? what u b sayin? 'puters n keyboards is not wut i'm playin i'll fry up yo' mouse n yo' pad like it's bacon i shake-n-bake floppies to ground mash potatuh's so put away macs n pc's on tha rack it's time ta react coz mc O-T is bizack i'm pickin up slack fo all tha rhymes that r whack i'm holdin it down like a shot a congac so swallow it up close yo' eyes open wide this rap's gonna

mChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09522229061140872098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-862291132002-12-18T13:27:00.000-05:002002-12-18T14:12:54.000-05:00

*back to rock the pink mic..... rock the pink mic.... MC Thumbz in da house!!* here we go yo here we go yo so what so what so what's the scenerio~? satan won't pass gO don't collect 2 bones, nO won't even try ta flO i'm coming at ya in full stereo even louder than dpma's ol' frO they call me powerpuff, brO- cuz i'll rock you like mojo to tha jojO Gimme some mO'?!? This Gospel is so

monkey bar chicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-862285642002-12-18T13:14:00.000-05:002002-12-18T13:14:03.276-05:00

make it right, rewind the tape, like slow-mo-stilly freeze frame, contemplate flow-so-silly simple, fun-da-mental-ly pro-found-really the Word turns your can from boy to man like mo-town-philly so hip-hoppers, pop'n'lockers fill the dance floor and the churches all my poets rappers rockers go on forth and spread the Wordjust don't waste time with empty rhyme or american idol searches check what

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-862266062002-12-18T12:24:00.000-05:002002-12-18T12:24:50.000-05:00

Original Pinksta postings from Cricket...Cricket... 11/29/02 Wicked Rhymes Yes, it was a great weekend at Lorie's. Thanks Lorie for hosting. Thanks Lorie and Anna for cooking. Thanks everyone for creating good memories for me. Anyways, in tribute to such a great weekend, I've decided to drop a little something on you. This is dedicated to the 6-man crew Droppin' wicked rhymes in a VW Tearin'

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-862265692002-12-18T12:22:00.000-05:002002-12-18T12:22:50.093-05:00

12/3/02 Rhyme of the Day I gets crazy cuckoo like Jack Bauer Hide your girl, I'll steeler like Bill Cowher Just kidding, it's getting down to that hour Shut down the computer, turn off the power Make a PB&J to devour Or some messed-up candy, Late and Nower Now and Laters, kind of sour Must make rhyme end, I don't know hower. Yuck. Good night. -Stanky Lebiftheque 12/4/02 don't make no sense

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-861838772002-12-17T16:18:00.000-05:002002-12-17T16:23:44.000-05:00

(continued from dec fourteen) must trust my savior jesus, absolutely heaven sent money power can't trust, bad way to get respect my fam may leave me in the dust, my crew is not perfect my future boo my lil crush, may one day make me upset where's my hope and my trust? my unbreakable foundation? there's no knowing just, how long'll take to shake them don't i know i must, prepare for ill

mChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09522229061140872098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-861321702002-12-16T17:25:00.000-05:002002-12-16T17:25:59.146-05:00

Shift F7? I got you shiftin’ in your seat, I'll shut you down faster than ctrl+alt+delete, I’m hard drive master, down the lane, convert for 3, I’m P4, 1.7 and you’re Apple IIe Tough to beat like the Glove and Supersonics got you seein’ trails like you was smoking ana-chronics I’m triple Ph.D, you're still Hooked on Phonics I'm such a cunning linguist I flow in Flip-bonics aNo Ba, ASo? siNonG

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-861287412002-12-16T16:13:00.000-05:002002-12-16T16:13:44.926-05:00

***************************** Welcome to Pass the Pink Mic... For your lyrical pleasure we would like to extend a warm pink welcome to MC Conehead... 45 seconds... go... ***************************** check it, Pink mic in the hand, we're so silly, i don’t understand Here we go, here we go,…. J to the E to the S-U-S Just say yes and leave the rest to Him, whose got, unconditional love,

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-859852072002-12-14T03:52:00.000-05:002002-12-14T04:16:39.000-05:00

Stop smokin', chokin', gropin', strokin', give it up like Lent Some people like to think they're God and show no penitence Position, money, power, wealth, have no significance, like MC's in a fog, they're dense, they have no relevance Just Who is in that monstrance is of utmost consequence Believe in Him, don't ride the fence or claim ambivalence MC's be fake like Nutrasweet or some equivalent,

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-859563212002-12-13T13:37:00.000-05:002002-12-13T13:37:05.583-05:00

Oooh, ya'll need to know, where they stand, That they share a special thing called Love, I know they do, what about you? Do you need Him in your life? You can run all you want to, Shun all you want to, Money'll just taunt you, Girls'll just daunt you, He'll always want you, when nobody wants you, If you die now.... WHOA....hold up... If you die now, can you face the consequence, ponder eternity

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-859290272002-12-12T23:29:00.000-05:002002-12-12T23:31:09.000-05:00

I humbly pick up scraps, like I pick up microphones Cacophonic phony rappers bore me just like dialtones Cologne MC's they stink and duplicate like they was clones I'll disgust you with percussion like I'm playing xylophones Stop. REMIX! When I say Ryan, you say Lorie. Ryan! Lorie! Ryan! Lorie! When I say praise, you say God. Praise... God! Praise... God! When I say scream, thank God up

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-859251972002-12-12T22:03:00.000-05:002002-12-12T22:03:14.610-05:00

yo, yo... so here I go, I'm here, hooked into the scene pass the pink mic and read me droppin my mean lyrics, my style, you ain't never heard, look into the dictionary - I'mma give you a word. NEWS, something, for people to hear, Friends Romans countrymen yo lend me your ears. Here's the story, started half a decade ago, of a lovely girl named Lorie hanging out at Necto's. She was chillin,

ryannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-858988602002-12-12T11:17:00.000-05:002002-12-12T11:17:47.260-05:00

***SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE FROM MC THUMBZ*** ya'll need to recuh-nize that it's time for the one-n-only MC Thumbz to kick a rhyme check one two i said check one two now it's time for you to hear how i do the things i do when i flow for my crew down in what used to be the three-one-three but from b rabbit i heard it's now the three one third?? wErD now back in the five-eight-six i throw it

monkey bar chicknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-858617972002-12-11T18:07:00.000-05:002002-12-11T18:14:11.000-05:00

with methods Sacramental, like Baptism and Eucharist i'm armed with gloves made of love as if i were a pugalist... a lyrical fighter, i throw my rhymes out instead of fists knock you out anyway, trust me, you won't be missed another victim of my rhythm, they try to jumpstart your system seeing lights like a prism, your brain's been split like the Schism, your body's a catclysm, spurting blood

Pogiboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11760674374083968794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-858578812002-12-11T16:43:00.000-05:002002-12-11T16:46:19.000-05:00

speaking of the Lord and intervention that's divine, that's what you'll need to cure your rhyme's so dead like flat line, vocabulary guru, my skill's phat like pork rhind, so contagious that instead of eye you're getting pink mind, my words get stuck inside you, it's like scary, cancerous, one cell one word grows through you like dumoeba lyri-cyst, chances are you're lost in this cold lonely

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-858206422002-12-10T23:22:00.000-05:002002-12-10T23:22:56.450-05:00

God forgives our sins and conquered death by resurrection When I rhyme the pressure elevates like hypertension I'm the principal of rap school and I'm handing out suspensions I'm original, strive to defy all logic and convention Monumental like erection, deep like introspection I entice and dice like anatomical dissections Concoct and mock all MC's with my lyrical perfection Miraculous like Mary

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-858019272002-12-10T16:38:00.000-05:002002-12-10T16:38:11.883-05:00

Hmmm... what this? smells like Otot... Stanky like biftheque, want more? come sniff my foot, I'll febreeze you my rhymes squeeze you, words so tight like girdle, fresh,stealthy,cute, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtle, I spin a tale like Veggie, silly son, yo rhyme blows, like genitale and wedgie, leave you hurting, exposed, from east to Hyperwest, from drisilla to li'l ho's, everybody reconize

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-857848602002-12-10T10:17:00.000-05:002002-12-10T10:22:38.000-05:00

subtraction n addition?! look who yall been missin! mc OtOt is in tha system! so add him to tha vision! i got tha mic u betta listen, it’s pink but don’t be dissin coz ill rhymes will be written, all your pride i will be strippin so sit down for a second, or maybe even a minute, put salt in your wounds, they’re cuts from my made up, rhymes that’ll phase ya, their sharp like a rayza, so hype

mChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09522229061140872098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-857738782002-12-10T03:58:00.000-05:002002-12-10T04:01:14.000-05:00

Wishin' I was on vacation golfin', eatin', fishin' Bounce pass the mic to SLB with your lyrical point guard dishin' Like Brian Grant in Portland from Scottie Pippen's assistin' Wack MC's can't hang with us, they're busts like Eddie Griffin But I combust, I'm dynamite like explosive nitroglycerin Strip down MC's like turpentine or glue that they be sniffin' They replicate like CD-R's, copy,

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-857402622002-12-09T14:29:00.000-05:002002-12-09T14:31:30.000-05:00

Keyser Soze? Isn't he just imagination? A fake? A Poser? A Master of Perpetration? Now pass ME the mic and witness my escalation... MC Pogi on the mic. This is my debut So high at the top, all you see are my shoes. But I'm lovin' the Word and how you're spitting out truths. Trying to clear up the fog for those ones with no clues. So Listen. We're all Christian. Trying to avoid Satan's lies

Pogiboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11760674374083968794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-857341562002-12-09T12:04:00.000-05:002002-12-09T12:04:34.970-05:00

From NBA to MBA, Drop dimes like I drop class, No looks, no books, but I still pass, watch me move my rooks, checkmate yo' a$$, pink mic in hand got no respect inside, drop pride, like genuflect, my rhyme's look nice like MC Pogi- Boy- leave 'em hungry, like empty perogie when rhyme's the crime, time after time who's blowin' up the roof? the Usual Suspect, just like Keyser Soze - poof I'm gone.

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-857197622002-12-09T04:29:00.000-05:002002-12-09T04:31:01.000-05:00

Like Ray Allen shooting 3's you know I never miss Rejecting wack MC's like shots, like I was LudaChris Old ways and habits to dismiss with a farewell kiss Leave you crying with my diss, like no presents on Christmas Scratchin' like disc jockeys pissed all gifts from your wish list No bikes, no trains, no video games, I'm the biggest rhyme store there is Gee whiz I have all types of flow and you

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-856899312002-12-08T15:09:00.000-05:002002-12-08T15:09:28.466-05:00

Lather Rinse Repeat Repeat Lather Rinse My mind's labyrinth spits rhymes like it's mint Listerine so hot in my mouth so cool comin' out so fresh words I spout No doubt, my Jesus' gots clout and mad skillz Don't pout, cuz He's all about Love's thrillz He's fine, on point, permanent, marks like Sharpie, He's mine, yours, omnipotent, sparks like Sparky, Anderson that old Tiger GM, The Lion slash

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-856797692002-12-08T09:55:00.000-05:002002-12-08T12:27:42.000-05:00

Romans 12:2, like renewal of the mind Discern what is the will of God, relax and unwind You say you wanna battle? Like Nirvana, nevermind I refute MC's like evil, with God I am aligned So here's a verbal workout, like Eric Nies's Grind Our rapping skills are finely honed, so why are we unsigned? On any given Sunday I take my bread and wine From the work of human hands and minds, like pulling

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-856503462002-12-07T15:30:00.000-05:002002-12-07T15:30:06.440-05:00

Anything but that, check 3 2 1 Dumoeba MC, countdown like Houston, you have a problem, cuz I'm ready to launch, stop traffic with my skills, like I'm officer Ponch- arelli, so smelly, are my feet cuz I'm Run Ning past you on the inside track like I'm Mun Ying Cheung, Connie, check the six o' clock news, Spit the wit and HighLight like I'm ESPN twos, Spinnin and scorin' like my last name was foos-

Human Amoebanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-856303282002-12-07T02:06:00.000-05:002002-12-07T03:57:11.000-05:00

Anything but that, check one two three LL Pooh J on the M I C Everyone is Filipino on my family tree Cuz being Filipino is the place to be Like being in a state of grace Or floating in outer space Or running long distance Like I was running an eternal race So lace up your Nikes or your Reeboks or your Keds I'm lyrical gangbangin' so hide me from the feds Don't bother comin' at me if your

J-Sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13848279372338343497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004001.post-856277382002-12-07T00:41:00.000-05:002002-12-07T00:42:46.000-05:00

say something...anything... check one two three!!! ...anything but that.

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