METTA }{ all metaphores

[Etell E. Gence]

I though we needed this ta just drop all metas n shit so someone drop and start this off with some hot metas

[Catastrophe]

iight here is ur metaphorical monsoon you wanted so bad


..My Words Are Hard Boned...They *Date Back Longer* Than Tha *Rosetta Stone*...Elevation Stays Grown Holmes....Cuz Im Known In All Homes...Now A Known *Telemarketer Of This Net Shit*..Kids Blame Me Fa *Harassin They Phones*!!!
Im Prone..To Dislocate Bones....Ive Shown I'll Hold The Throne..Doubt Me?...They Alwayz Agree...Then *Step To Me* But *Fall Down* Like A *Broken Porch*...I Blaze And Scorch...Cuz I *Carry More Meaning In My Fire*...Than Tha *Olympic Torch*!!!
..I Date Back To Tha Anglo's And Saxon's...Barely Try But Yet Im Askin... How All You Herbs *Stick To Bitch Posts*..Like *Articles* In *Maxim*!!....Bitches Just Waxin...Then Its They Face Im Blastin...Why?..Ha..Cuz Cata Gets *Charged For Rapin Kids* In 'Music' More Than *Michael Jackson*!!!!
Yet they Taskin To Get Ended Yo...Herbs *Skill Is Groin*..Why?..Cuz They *Start At My Penis*!!....Rhymes Perfect With Cleaness...Cuz Anybody Than Can Defeat-This..Comes With Dickriding Delete-Shit...Cuz All These Kids On My Ass....*Stay Around Rank Shit*...Like A Fuckin *Hygenist*!!!


whoa whoa whoa....

Sincerly metaphorical monsoon'd by;

Catastrophe

[Etell E. Gence]

aiight time ta fuck it up

go ahead getcha sqaud up//
cause niggas out here is fake like flea market products/
pistol whip ya as ill have you speaking in german//
and make you make stupid sounds like pee wee herman//
i aint wit da monkey buissness but my block bannanas//
and im da shit i need ta get a box of pampers//
niggas think dey glideing while im holding da blazer//
and my rhymes hot like cokes in jamacia//
my freind are killas and my fam burglers//
and i squish beef like buns with hamburgers//
got names on tact tote da folders//
and i hold more cake than dey tote in krogers//

ill drop some more right now im tired as fuck

[Vallus]

Lmao......


When I draw a line, your fam will draw the line
I'll have saw the sign and will have sawed your spine
Assaulted reply, without contact it ought to imply
It's a metaphor, like saddam, I'm in court ready to fly
walkin out the doors not stayin for retorts or strikes
I ebb back and forth like water,
bezzle surroundin the scores of prodder
sandy, damn he got the torch,
it's ok, get it for wut it's worth, I obeserve on blotter
perturbed the spotters, like unearthin golfers,
crackin legs like an urge for lobster, my workers hotter,
stay perched with plotters, scopin skirts and coppers,
A violent day, time's astray, a non potent clockwork
typin away, it has ripened with age, takin this light for the race
slowin things down like the matrix in a fight orra fray
Likened ablaze, like bringin lichen's to raid,
even if you survive the frightening's pre-ordained
It'd be like tryin suffice smoke for oxygen in supply to the brain.....