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