The force

Hit the mic like a force of course
the people want it fast
like a Porsche driving on the nurbrurgren race course,
conflict connect like pussy and dick,
nervous tick the giveaway but the charges never stick,
grab the old man handle and he'll blowout your candle,
it's above board,
the sword hidden in the kitchen cupboard,
untold lies turn back divert your eyes
i's are dotted tee's are crossed an lost but not forgotted,
try to see my style, you might look directly at the sun,
burn you retina right outta your head for fun,
check the peds rockin' florsheim,
my rhymes are april fresh,
pinesol we make the floor shine,
now take a deep breath
don't even think yeah to whisper my name,
the full court press,
you know good defense wins games,
take it to your chest,
best used by dates expiration retire,
lost the inspiration yelling the soap box town cryer.
the art form that breaks from the norm when beat drops
catch me in the girls dorm at the school of hard knocks.
- Posted by Maddox

The bris

We burnin 91 octane,
Rollin through your boro,
serious hat low and brow all furrow,
No short cuts
mc's Gotta be Thorough,
and put the time in training,
even when its rainin,
get your hands dirty, and muddy,
thirty years of study, finally honed and toned,
growned, I own this,
was a  rap apprentice,
learning from the masters,
now I'm the artisan word crafter,
no more bounced checks
now the  check casher,
rhymebook stasher,
car crash disaster
explosive, the best,
pull up your dress,
expose your flaws like a flasher,
I take this shit serious Impressive,
the takeaway message is,
better count your blessing
pop quiz after this,
better learn the lesson,
I write with depth between the lines By design,
The kine, gets better with time like fine wine,
Toil in the studio, music and linguistic,
well oiled mystics, debunk false statistics.
loyalists are pissed, got my name on their wrist,
the rabbi,
I cut you down to size like a bris.
- Posted by Maddox

Where Rhymes come from..

You wanna know dontcha,
willin to pay wontcha,
Where do rhymes come from,
peel it back like an onion,
The mystery is Revealed in the rhyme session,
the lesson,
Never forget your first impression,
Scribbles in my book become the voice over the beats
You can find the DNA like cum stained sheets.
It's not a sound it's a movement,
Ladies on the floor shaking they ass prove it.
You should attune your mood to it.
spark you lighter put a spoon to it.
deliver the next hit like a nitrous balloon and groove to it.

Some old shit

- Maddox

gonna start this shit off right on the contact,
comb a rhyme through your hair kid, 
where the lice at. 
24/7 and plenty more rhymes, 
more fit to print than the new York times.  
achoo,  i got hip hop flu not swine
At the block party, sippin cote du rhone wine
got the most coast to coast toast on the regular, 
TK or Thyme hit me up on the cellular.
nobody know my steez, 
on the outside white kid, sport coat and jeans. 
But on the inside I'm a  hip hop fiend.
Can't get enough
 If you know what I mean,
In the story of my life,
Doin it right is the theme, 
summertime  party and
we livin the dream, 
surrounded by my team, friends and family,
Throw it down  for SC
Is sweet like candy, 
while the kids are all sandy, 
But i got this mic,
And I'm a doin what I like
And I'll  use the leverage 
party on Paul Minnie
 so Grab yourself a beverage.
take a listen down the rabbit hole with Alice
Hit the mic with mallice
 more cheerleaders than cowboys in Dalas,
They all want my fallus

Surround on all sides by pretty faces, 
you wanna know basis
check the drawers for the aces.
lay chicks like bricks, 
more notches on my bed post than ct has ticks
I'll pull a new rhyme out from under the rug, looking smug
meanwhile you're bitin  like brooklyn bed bugs 
studio thugs
can't make the rent, 
rap's for entrepreneurs 
not the circus clown tent

- MCThyme

well kid you know Im a political master, 
your political party is a fucking disaster, 
what type of shit are you sellin, 
pullin over the wool making everone yellin
 you attack the world like a soldier saying banzai 
and in the end all you offer is hamed karzai

your rhymes need adjustment and I will give you chiropractic, 
Il crack yo neck and you will flow automatic, 
you love what i write like Pablo Neruda 
I will slice you up and eat you like gouda 
dont mistake me, my brother is the one named Judah. 
Yet I still brawl like a maccabi
 hell man you will need your ribs back like applebees

- Maddox

I like how you worked the tribe in, 
while your vibin', 
meanwhile puttin on five girls, five timin.  
taste the honey drippin off the mic, I'm bee hivin'.  
Chiropractic all structure, 
watch as I pinpoint your weaknesses like acupuncture.  
dismiss you early like Amy, 
deliver the five finger punch, weaken your heart like Dick Cheney
writin it down is just practice, 
crack this,
 rap code with green barret tactics.  
Fire shit up like match sticks,
find me on the top ten bracket
take your milk money even your pennies, 
fry your headphones with a grandslam rap breakfast like denny's.

well it's hip hop intelligent, 
half black president, 
got health care reform on tap,
 it's all relevant. 
50 million under or uninsured american,
 this is the real war on terror kid. 
meanwhile GOP blowin out bullshit, 
they selling it, 
newspapers writin it up just for the hell of it

plant  ideas in your head like seed into soil,  
lyrical skill raise up like festering boil.  
people rely on this shit like barrels of foreign oil 
and all i do is spit it at the mic, ya like? 
look into your eyes and i can see the guilt.  
your bad breath and crooked teeth make the microphone wilt.  
bad rhymes settle to the bottom of the pond like silt.
ship to shore do you think you can take any more?

- MCThyme

Im the grown man from Boston, 
we fuck the girls from here down to Austin, 
no Steve we dont party with no Bush, 
dont like the longhorns and your girls fat tush 
I respect the unions but work on good friday 
why the hell am I not with you flying allday?
soon you will be back in cali so you wont puke 
hell tell your old lady go ahead eat the Cuke!

tears now
me too
out loud on plane
still laughing here
eat the cuke...... crying
crying again
can hardly type
eyes closed.  tears streaming
me too,  screaming here alone in office

The Tropics

By Maddox
Mmmmm the tropics,
warm sand and cold drinks,
palm fronds and thongs,
steal drum songs.
Caribbean rum and coconut potions,
shirt unbuttoned
rub me down with lotion
SPF nuthin
skinny-dip in the ocean.
we fuckin,
check the hip motion,
Life sweet like sugar cane,
pontoon plane
Daily departures to Havana,
 open air market grab a hand of bananas.
Midnight party on the beach lets mingle
shot me the glance,
facebook status "single"
Music pumpin while we dance
I'm sly
got my hand your pants
too hot now
take you to the spot now
got the ingredient
time to cook it in the pot now
got you spinnin like the ceiling fan
I would eat it in the box with a fox like sam-I_am
bed sheet fandango
got you open dripping like mango
grab you hips now give it to you harder
In the morning it's off to the next island
grab a charter

Coup De Grace

By MC Thyme
Pussy whipping when I sit on the
couch sipping the veuve cliq- go, time to pull your weave ho
Exploring all the ways to make you happy
the islands, the breeze,Eating red snappy
It's not all fun and games watching the news as the times change
Another coup d'tait,
with my rhymes I deliver the coup de grace
You're a puppet of the regime
The crooked policies r obscene
You follow the dictator into the abyss
Hit or miss should be ashamed man, all just to light your wrist

The Umpire

by Maddox
Maddox grab crotch
and won't botch
the job like Ty cob,
big fish in big pond,
 raps James bond,
 seamaster omega watch on the arm,
melt hearts when I flash smile charm.
 hailing from the empire,
deep dish deep fryer,
deep fish spit fire.
Takes balls to make these calls like umpire.

April 13th throwback

by Maddox
Poppin champ and bicardi,
rap champ is never tardy,
34 but they call the kid, life of the party.
 When I begin the session,
Bitches begin undressin,
eyes feast,
then whisper sweet confessions to this rhyme priest.
Count time, increased heart beats,
take a dose of your medication,
mountain top monk meditation,
going nowhere like stationary bike,
like candy from a baby
take your little tikes my first mic
We was rockin rap tapes back in early 80's.
Mid 90's whitestar the matching Mercedes.

April 13th

by MC Thyme

David price with 108 pitches, amazing,
like me with the latin bitches
Cooking up a cake so we can party
I'm pouring the champagne and the Bacardi
Maddox getting fresh on the mic and doing it his way
It's time to celebrate he is having a birthday

A smooth mc with a talent to write
He tucks the ladies in and says goodnight
34 and he lights his pipe
Makes his cider when apples are ripe
Plays the guitar and cooks up a meal
Full and blazed is how you feel
Speeds down the highway and avoids the trooper
Riding top down in his mini-Cooper


by MC Thyme

sipping on the rum, in the carribean breeze
nothing is hectic, we do what we please
hanging with the ladies from latin america,
flying down the highway in the speed that made me scared of her
chillin in san juan to recharge my batteries
sitting in the sun, to think up rhymes like these

We are the team that"s ready to lay down the track
got my mic, got a rhyme, so I upload the mac
Maddox lays the beat, and I write the rhyme, giving you this flow from MC Thyme
The flavor is real the spice is nice, grilling you up like lamb chops on rice
I know you want to hear about the sex and the ladies,
take me off speaker and Ill speak of the babe(ies)
We talk to the girls who go to V's secret,
the girls who get nasty and u can act like a freak with
like cappodona I dont always rhyme, just spitting out verbals to
pass by the time

This is no way a G thing, just fellas who like to get with the G-string
we are definitely lovers and not fighters, but don't be mistaken
If you cross us kid, well fry you like bacon
Like the navy seals with the Paki ISI
your compound is taken Bin Laden....Goodbye!

Location:San Juan PR

walk the streetz

by Maddox
I walk the streets with an ear for fresh, beats and old school scratches,
hittin' back and forth like tennis maches.
Pandering tracks with sacks of my phat lyric attacks, throat dry eat a manderin, meandering
back to TrapDoor for more juice or, throw back a black pearl cider with TK the producer.
Catchin SOS's, rap fans are getting restless.
that's why I raise the bar like bench presses.
blow kisses that'll  blush your misses, crowd hush, shit smelling rappers get flushed like dead fishes.
White girls and sistas
act like kids on christmas,
They wanna sit on my lap and state their wishes.
you bitches are amateur
BigMax pull microphone out the stone like excalibur,
Smash melons like galliger.
Catch me eating reuben sandwich on rye with JD Sallinger.
The chosen,
my rhymes are fresh and never frozen,
put in work
my pen prolific like Charley Rosen.

Maddox Demo verse 1 & 2

cooler than the refer,
cultured like kefir,
I'm the Indian chief follow the beat like heat seeker.
Mad alchemist mix my rhymes in a beaker.
Call me bunsen burner when I'm hot all heater.
My back and forth can scramble your brain like egg beater,
Ride up and down on the rhythm totter teeter,
keep my eyes on my own paper I'm not a cheater,
fear no man like don Juan I'm a see-er.
Oh shit I can go all night up on the mic,
just gimme a beat and I'm a be alright,
intelligent man got a plan no need to fight,
never bite rhymes cause I like to write.
never dig people who are too uptight.
Never too fly for my friends I won't kite,
never don't go for broke up on the mic.
It's outa sight my politics avoid the right,
- :
Unrequited love
thought I had you wings of a dove
gave you the white glove but nothing was a enough.
From the beginning, the apple of my eye
 Stevie Wonder I was blind
counted the time from the flash until the thunder.
But it never came you just left me standing in the rain,
should have learned my lesson,
but you became an obsession.
Pushing the limits of my affection,
lavished you with flowers and confection,
desperation and persistence,
your indifference made me question my own existence.
- Posted by Maddox

First verse from whitestar track 2

by Maddox
Im all in plus the kitchen sink,
What you think would happen when your work ethic is so pathetic
This no maybes native of new york drop hits like the stork drop babies.
Bitin mc's get vaccinated for rabies,
foamin at the mouth like the crazies,
Maddox out the box all bussiness and talkin turkey,
never fake tofurky,
chew on my thoughts like beef jerky.
quirky kid stole the cop car outside the bar,
and left it at the junk yard,
piss on the seat,
sprayed with contempt for the heat, feet kicked out windows and set the fuckin thing on fire,
smoke signals sent to the sky burnin tires.
Everybody want to know why,
the nightly news called it hoodlums,
troubled youth no one understood em.
You talk about revolutionary times
my rhymes only reflections
now people want their elections. Raise voice make choice,
push back
attack the dragon. Pants saggin
wall taggin kids in paddy wagons.
Lost generation, systemized incrimination,
when that failed, came the implementation,
dependence on technology to stimulate sensations,
pop culture crack for whole population.
Money came cheap and we were caught with inflation, and debt,
now we over our head just as deep as we can get..

- Posted by Maddox

From essentials

by MC Thyme a.k.a. BigBen

hear this sound and Your blood pressure's raised,
from this shinning intellect,
these rhymes must be praised,
when given on time
they will give you the benign...
Essential, a feel of hypertension
thats  what I'm teaching with vocal extension
Im just  here relaxing, not  preaching  
my goal is simple, to continue reaching 
all the ladies, and have them beseeching 
Me To kick-a little game
Beckham style from here to Bahrain 
Like the world bank 
I bring enormous pain
slash all the social spending 
the only money spent will be for tending 
the long term debt you accumulate
you can never pay it back, its like your gut overweight 
a currency injection in your towns and your city 
these dope rhymes will inflate  without  pity
it gets fast and hot,
we blow up the spot
3 quarter___court  shotLike Lebron, yet I'm not,
Leaving my home team dead on the spot
See the season through, with my boys that's the true
im dropping threes and dimes
your squad flees and pines
for an end of this barrage, 
sniff CO  in your garage
lSlow it down now and hear me
Now that you got a Taste do you fear thee?!

- Posted by BigBen

The title

by Maddox a.k.a. BigMax

No fear bite the bullit,

no tear in the eye,

Girlies flock like shit to fly

rise like yeast,

breaking bread at the kings feast,

Grab the mic, I might unleash the beast,

I go on last but never least.

Steal the ring plus the ringfinger off the priest,

bounce to beats when upstate back east.

take the drivers seat.

more fans than Miami heat.

Girlies buzzin

trash their vibrators when they meet my cousin,

Spontaneous ovulation

layin eggs by the dozen

- Posted by Maddox


by MC Thyme a.k.a. BigBen

My secret police will bury ya,
like Beria
you are politically empty
your philosophy cant tempt me
listen to this poetry
you will go with me
all the leaders are in the same bed,
making money off the people,
keeping them dead
the wars they make
the gold and oil they take,
keeping the masses down,
but wait, what is that sound?
Suppression they try yo,
But whats this...peoples revolution in Cairo!

The weeknd

by MC Thyme a.k.a. BigBen

Beep beep, that is the sound her jeep,
as she's driving away after putting me to sleep
I keep the ladies driving for me
keeping em flying to me,
I them happy like tribulus,
not nebulous,
just making him jealous, yes.