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#9 | Denzil Porter | L!VE Art | Top Verses of 2015


I see you hold them niggas down
But you ain’t going up
I see a lot of people here
But they ain’t showing up
Is mr. Porter on the mic
Yo, hit the floor and duck
With lines whale-sized
By the time you hit the shore
You’re stuck
That flyer brother
More naps than tired mothers
On the road to succes
Is see a lot of tires cut up
I defeat thee
With your small buzz
Like some cheap weed
Can’t beat me
In the end (Indian) Imma win
That’s my Teepee
I’m fucking the world
Not carin’ if my neighbours see me
Matter of fact; let’s move the courtains
So that they can see me working
Some screaming fuck the world
But they lyin’
They using jergens
Everything they nose is fake
When they ride with them plastic surgeons
Better stay up in your lane
I don’t care if the sign say merge in
You’ll be deceased
By one arm of a beast
Repeat Steve Irwin
Be burning to carry on
When they heard me up-on them stations
Others rappers babble on
Like they early civilizations
They’ dumb whack
Claiming they did this and they’ve done that
Lost up in my shadow
When I move they’ll say “sun’s back”
I’m coming for your neck
I hope you got your bun strapped
Trust me
The point I’m pushing is no thumbtack
I run that
And if they eyes run red
Suggest you better leave
I just keep crossing the line
Like I should take some better threes
Eyes begin dilatin’
I’m saying you better breathe
You just a son of a bitch
You might be Caitlyn Jenner seed
Must be cola
How you claim you a liter
And never lead?
I’m an alpha, bet if she got an issue
I letter B , C
Some of y’all ain’t get that
Cause I’m rarely simple
I’m that button on your remote
I make you change your input
Huh, they call for a cypher
I thought that spliff rolled
I’ve been trolled
If you seen my pokerface!?
You’d ‘ve been fold
I win fast, you win slow
You must be Carl
And You been sold
That in sole is you feet apparel?
See homies wanna be a head,
Let’s Make this Sleep Hollow
beats and vowels
Stepping into craters?
That’s my feet you follow
I be with the bravest natives
Even go to beef
With arrows, sticks and bottles
Streets of power
In the streets we getting cobble
And the street shit
Might be new to them
If they can’t stand the bars
They should be neutral then
When the folks on your side
Say you’re just food to him
By the looks of it
You’re shook and shit
You’re ain’t food; you’ nutriment
I’m from where cops see ya
A bunch of black heads
They knock zema
Crazy backwards:
They use dirty tactics, to make blocks cleaner
Aw jesus, looks how they react
When these blocks team up
Some people sleeping on me
Is cool
Are we not dreamers?
Are we not from the cosmos?
Are we not from the skies?
Distracted from looking up
Cause we practice this 9 to 5, while I
Keep bringing this mic down
They wonder why
How else we gon’ see eye-to-eye?

  • Josh Allen

    A small misspelling in the title as well.

    It says “#9” instead of “#1”.

    Easily my favorite TBP verse of the year. Proof that you can incinerate a cypher and still have fun.