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MisteR KeeF 5 million bars and smokin

Low said: "[QUOTE=MisteR KeeF]life: bleek drink for a good nights sleep hide and seek with demons inside of me - tryin to find myself for help with worries im always lost holding a bong and slurring where the line tween right and wrong is blurry idiots fury in a hurry not law abiding pursuing death by livin not hiding it's all better than the bottom of society where hunger makes average lives exciting inciting the past feels bad for my dads kids saddness 'cumulatin' that useless baggage dream bout wonder years like fred savage nice exterior inside ravaged with habits requiem for a dream wreckin these dreams within dreams i dream bout gettin' out the hamster wheel they keep me hungry nuff to damn near steal just to get by on life's bare neccesaties rather deal with karma police arrestin' me got mr testin' these morals of stories i find destiny has lies in store for me glory in forms of broken pieces and whats left borin' life im impatiently waitin on my last breath death the ultimate escape when the bulk of it breaks watch me put my finger on it hurts to hold it in place.... wait, first to confess absence of success holds me depressed when i do possess ability to progress yes i do got less tryin' not to regress with this intrest in daily reconfigurations mental irrigations section by section focus internal perfection not external reflections these eternal questions blessed and then some by being but whats clear whats most important here will never be possesed or measured try my best 2 reinvest in a treasure chest for forever from a dream within a dream dreamin' of the queen who means what she seems but i woke up seemin fake i toke up wake and bake broke up contimplate self hate late for my date with fate compensate find im way too smoked up to know whats really killing me really unfullfilling see i seem to not be part of a prophecy yah they mock me not knowin im not cocky im a drownin human an' i dont wanna drown lost below undergrounds where it cant be rewound but some can feel my sound - and thats what resounds in my heart i love the art within self not self in art charts off em im rhymin' influenced by a time when i munched a psillacybin i was still a child then turned into myself - comin' out a wisemen - time spent exercisn' talents tryin' to find a balance (Atmosphere Influence) somethin to take an' place adjacent facin fears of bein complacent with years wasted, wasted rhymes on minds eager to deface em i say balance like beyond even spacin' which is what im really chasin' not somethin' to embrace when i need sumin to believe in a way to spend my evenins not all bent and weeded too much is self decievin' and in turn defeatin' yearn to die from my internal bleedin' fucked up inside deameanor decievin' feelin' like a universe stuffed in a star or a mushroom they cultivated in a jar that i ate tryin to find another way to live to my benifit utilize surroundin negatives - facin' it, ima bandit on this childish mission throwin up gambits playin for position givin' up on gettin' any trinity to listen to my bitchen in me is whats missin gettin a grip on what has a grip on me tryin' to leave meaningless pawns be meanial tasks shouldnt be daunting - ignore needs just to see want bring out superficial things to be nothing not havin' enough of that stuff brings out conditionings the medias positioning is why im listening to my preminition sing heaven on earth is in a peace of mind im tryin to find some eternal sunshine to forget regret and live well one time rewind back to why it's all so tempting walked on got me feelin' exempt see in this motherfuckin' land of plenty hustle or have my pockets empty helplessly hopin' to fix a broken system where kats who make decisions dont listen to the vagabond travelin' on the edge of the sea its my babylon from there i can see the edge of me how life is tic tacs and the bottom of a back pack fulla clowns that for balance will laugh back at half mast to eternity thats that fact im done livin this life 1/8 2 1/8 ima make my way top stake me a place to lay and wait for it to take away each day tryin' to realize lifes worth tryin' to turn my anger back into hurt to deal with the hurt so im not berzerk and lego my ego and work on self worth numb from the story that they sell in church ive been to purgatory and hell on earth (purgatory is a jail in Utah) that was the birth of my crazy decision making (oakland is hell) id feel crazy wastin a lifetime waitin' for godot for somethin that wont show reason why sunday i dont go spit prayers in flows kats tween the cracks feel those bros livin' hour to hour on these streets gotta scour for a shower every 3 weeks work pays nuff to come back an' eat hustlin not for self but the son i feed peddle flowers in the game neck deep get that cash wrong people will respect me with that cash family still rejects me just to get by easy but deadly hollow calloused despised in a medly fightin lonely livin' only to drugs i givin' givin' death is immenant on this mission hidden one in a billion well wishin wishes which is a bitch cuz no one listens ill say lifes been disturbin since i recognized my impermance burnin' sense since i scrambled my mind on dextromethorphan hydrobromide highway one my home high to low tide represent the psych ward so dont try to pry my empty box open straight from oakland the token white guy broken inside hopin in time to get the benifit of the tide to get to the other side to see what its like, why so far left comes back right i try to cultivate good dreams days flow while im pushin el bees at the end of a rainbow mullin dullin pain and stayin way stoned keep a distance and complain im alone in my brain these moments i froze in a way unthaw and then compose my mom sayin' i'd reap what i sew pops sayin dont keep to what i know fuck if i listened but i did grow in their image my aura glows it shows im a peace of them hope they know they're a peace of me im just tighter with my friends cuz we cant conversate peacefully as time goes i see the need for me to get pride to leave at least do what i can and extend my hand wanted my father to be the bigger man now i dont bother cuz i dont think he can be...cause my anger is just dangerous beyond the cusp of villianous if theres a killer among us its not me im not a dumb fuck make bucks on weed lungs suck cash out like mob an' dump trucks un-touch-able mentally munchin fools verbally a buncha tools to expose the flows of those that arent prudent if i was a real gangster im not admittin to it let alone bragin' about it ona whack track fact that fags doubt it no need to attack back tripple beam balance fat sacks for fat stacks MisteR KeeF[/QUOTE] I Read It But It's Way Too Long!"

Freestyle Champ Tec said: "man i will not even bother red the first 3 lines no way i am readin that shit"

JJB said: "i'm not gonna bother to read all this when theres two word bars, theres filler yes, i read some, theres filler"

MisteR KeeF said: "life: bleek drink for a good nights sleep hide and seek with demons inside of me - tryin to find myself for help with worries im always lost holding a bong and slurring where the line tween right and wrong is blurry idiots fury in a hurry not law abiding pursuing death by livin not hiding it's all better than the bottom of society where hunger makes average lives exciting inciting the past feels bad for my dads kids saddness 'cumulatin' that useless baggage dream bout wonder years like fred savage nice exterior inside ravaged with habits requiem for a dream wreckin these dreams within dreams i dream bout gettin' out the hamster wheel they keep me hungry nuff to damn near steal just to get by on life's bare neccesaties rather deal with karma police arrestin' me got mr testin' these morals of stories i find destiny has lies in store for me glory in forms of broken pieces and whats left borin' life im impatiently waitin on my last breath death the ultimate escape when the bulk of it breaks watch me put my finger on it hurts to hold it in place.... wait, first to confess absence of success holds me depressed when i do possess ability to progress yes i do got less tryin' not to regress with this intrest in daily reconfigurations mental irrigations section by section focus internal perfection not external reflections these eternal questions blessed and then some by being but whats clear whats most important here will never be possesed or measured try my best 2 reinvest in a treasure chest for forever from a dream within a dream dreamin' of the queen who means what she seems but i woke up seemin fake i toke up wake and bake broke up contimplate self hate late for my date with fate compensate find im way too smoked up to know whats really killing me really unfullfilling see i seem to not be part of a prophecy yah they mock me not knowin im not cocky im a drownin human an' i dont wanna drown lost below undergrounds where it cant be rewound but some can feel my sound - and thats what resounds in my heart i love the art within self not self in art charts off em im rhymin' influenced by a time when i munched a psillacybin i was still a child then turned into myself - comin' out a wisemen - time spent exercisn' talents tryin' to find a balance (Atmosphere Influence) somethin to take an' place adjacent facin fears of bein complacent with years wasted, wasted rhymes on minds eager to deface em i say balance like beyond even spacin' which is what im really chasin' not somethin' to embrace when i need sumin to believe in a way to spend my evenins not all bent and weeded too much is self decievin' and in turn defeatin' yearn to die from my internal bleedin' fucked up inside deameanor decievin' feelin' like a universe stuffed in a star or a mushroom they cultivated in a jar that i ate tryin to find another way to live to my benifit utilize surroundin negatives - facin' it, ima bandit on this childish mission throwin up gambits playin for position givin' up on gettin' any trinity to listen to my bitchen in me is whats missin gettin a grip on what has a grip on me tryin' to leave meaningless pawns be meanial tasks shouldnt be daunting - ignore needs just to see want bring out superficial things to be nothing not havin' enough of that stuff brings out conditionings the medias positioning is why im listening to my preminition sing heaven on earth is in a peace of mind im tryin to find some eternal sunshine to forget regret and live well one time rewind back to why it's all so tempting walked on got me feelin' exempt see in this motherfuckin' land of plenty hustle or have my pockets empty helplessly hopin' to fix a broken system where kats who make decisions dont listen to the vagabond travelin' on the edge of the sea its my babylon from there i can see the edge of me how life is tic tacs and the bottom of a back pack fulla clowns that for balance will laugh back at half mast to eternity thats that fact im done livin this life 1/8 2 1/8 ima make my way top stake me a place to lay and wait for it to take away each day tryin' to realize lifes worth tryin' to turn my anger back into hurt to deal with the hurt so im not berzerk and lego my ego and work on self worth numb from the story that they sell in church ive been to purgatory and hell on earth (purgatory is a jail in Utah) that was the birth of my crazy decision making (oakland is hell) id feel crazy wastin a lifetime waitin' for godot for somethin that wont show reason why sunday i dont go spit prayers in flows kats tween the cracks feel those bros livin' hour to hour on these streets gotta scour for a shower every 3 weeks work pays nuff to come back an' eat hustlin not for self but the son i feed peddle flowers in the game neck deep get that cash wrong people will respect me with that cash family still rejects me just to get by easy but deadly hollow calloused despised in a medly fightin lonely livin' only to drugs i givin' givin' death is immenant on this mission hidden one in a billion well wishin wishes which is a bitch cuz no one listens ill say lifes been disturbin since i recognized my impermance burnin' sense since i scrambled my mind on dextromethorphan hydrobromide highway one my home high to low tide represent the psych ward so dont try to pry my empty box open straight from oakland the token white guy broken inside hopin in time to get the benifit of the tide to get to the other side to see what its like, why so far left comes back right i try to cultivate good dreams days flow while im pushin el bees at the end of a rainbow mullin dullin pain and stayin way stoned keep a distance and complain im alone in my brain these moments i froze in a way unthaw and then compose my mom sayin' i'd reap what i sew pops sayin dont keep to what i know fuck if i listened but i did grow in their image my aura glows it shows im a peace of them hope they know they're a peace of me im just tighter with my friends cuz we cant conversate peacefully as time goes i see the need for me to get pride to leave at least do what i can and extend my hand wanted my father to be the bigger man now i dont bother cuz i dont think he can be...cause my anger is just dangerous beyond the cusp of villianous if theres a killer among us its not me im not a dumb fuck make bucks on weed lungs suck cash out like mob an' dump trucks un-touch-able mentally munchin fools verbally a buncha tools to expose the flows of those that arent prudent if i was a real gangster im not admittin to it let alone bragin' about it ona whack track fact that fags doubt it no need to attack back tripple beam balance fat sacks for fat stacks MisteR KeeF"

MisteR KeeF said: "TOO LONG???? Shit.... I didn't know there was a limit... The whole point of this flow was to write something incredibly long... and I'll tell you what... there's not much filler in there either........... --- It's funny after all the shit I say in there... fool comments: it's way too long... Go back to your Dr. Seus books kid........ PEACE KEEF"

MisteR KeeF said: "its not how its written its how its read broken inside hopin in time could have easily been written broken inside hopin in time - Your caught up on some petty shit... the content is fuckin' good. Not great but good - so go piss on someone elses party... aside from that - thanks for at least taking the time to criticize which is more than most these fucks do.... PEACE"

MisteR KeeF said: "probably better that you dont... it might cause you to think. Go ahead and continue rippin fittys image and live in the image of cassidy... ill write you long letters... :)"

δφℓℓαbℓε δсίεηсε said: "funny ass little sig u got there :D"

xxSpiTTen_TrUtHxx said: "damn nigga this aint called WRITE A BOOK.. that shit was way too long n it wasnt even a hott drop.. be easy"

xxSpiTTen_TrUtHxx said: "40 who u talkin to??im confussed homie..."