MC Timo Rex

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Terrence Coleman

I walk into the club and take a seat. I show the ladies love.
I make eye contact. Smile. Sometimes I give a hug.
I have cravings. I don’t mean to objectify. I am a respectful guy.
The sexiest dancer catches my eye.
I like them a little curvy and thick. Her exact size? I won’t specify
I recognize her humanity as she is dancing for me.
I like to touch but respect boundaries. I like the way she touches me.
The head on my shoulder is thinking about the dollars. My head at the bottom
has its mind on one thing. It’s her job to keep me wanting
(more). I understand the game. It’s the tease. I wonder how many Gz
a year this chick makes to let her ass get squeezed
Repeatedly. Like BBD I thought it was me. Then I realized it’s her job to make me believe.
I am her favorite customer. We are playing make-believe. My mind knows the truth, but my lust keeps me touching her.
I imagine myself f*cking her. Then the song ends, its over. I tip her. We part ways. Maybe I’ll see her another day.
Another dude approaches her. A reasonable price I had to pay.

Strip Club Etiquette

Aren’t you lovely, baby girl.
When you entered the world, you became my purpose.
I had lost faith. I had felt worthless.
I didn’t share my talents. I did the world a disservice.
Now that you are in my life, I feel no pain or strife.
You are my responsibility. I welcome the challenge.
You are my purpose. God gave me an avenue to make use of my talents.
That avenue is you. When I make decisions, I consider your point of view.
As well as the effects of my actions and how they affect your life. I am your daddy.
Daddy doesn’t always know best, but you are getting the best of my love even when I am stressed.
I am never depressed when I am around you. Sometimes, I will ground you
to teach you an important lesson. Discipline will build your character.
I hope you confide in me when you're older. Remember the things that I told ya.

Lovely

Circles
Why do we keep arguing over the same thing? I feel like we are going in circles.
Should we end this relationship? If we do, what are the consequences?
I’m sick of the nonsense.
I can’t read your mind. Nor can you read mine.
But I tell you how I feel. Yet you don’t take what I say at face value. This is unreal.
How can I get my point across to someone who make up their own facts?
It’s like you react…. without thinking.
Your feelings may exist, but what you feel is not necessarily true.
Just because you feel a certain way, doesn’t mean that I do.
At one point in time, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.
Now I’m daydreaming about independence and feeling guilty about it. I love you undoubtedly. But I love myself as well.
It will be my own decisions that will determine if I evade hell.
I don’t cheat, but is it fair to you to have these beliefs? You say you want me to lead, but you don’t want me to be chief?
I need more leverage. Your criticism weighs me down.
When I express myself, you get defensive and say I’m being offensive.
This is not a sport. I am tired of playing games. Do you feel the same?

Circles


Latest Uploads

I walk into the club and take a seat. I show the ladies love.
I make eye contact. Smile. Sometimes I give a hug.
I have cravings. I don’t mean to objectify. I am a respectful guy.
The sexiest dancer catches my eye.
I like them a little curvy and thick. Her exact size? I won’t specify
I recognize her humanity as she is dancing for me.
I like to touch but respect boundaries. I like the way she touches me.
The head on my shoulder is thinking about the dollars. My head at the bottom
has its mind on one thing. It’s her job to keep me wanting
(more). I understand the game. It’s the tease. I wonder how many Gz
a year this chick makes to let her ass get squeezed
Repeatedly. Like BBD I thought it was me. Then I realized it’s her job to make me believe.
I am her favorite customer. We are playing make-believe. My mind knows the truth, but my lust keeps me touching her.
I imagine myself f*cking her. Then the song ends, its over. I tip her. We part ways. Maybe I’ll see her another day.
Another dude approaches her. A reasonable price I had to pay.

Strip Club Etiquette

Aren’t you lovely, baby girl.
When you entered the world, you became my purpose.
I had lost faith. I had felt worthless.
I didn’t share my talents. I did the world a disservice.
Now that you are in my life, I feel no pain or strife.
You are my responsibility. I welcome the challenge.
You are my purpose. God gave me an avenue to make use of my talents.
That avenue is you. When I make decisions, I consider your point of view.
As well as the effects of my actions and how they affect your life. I am your daddy.
Daddy doesn’t always know best, but you are getting the best of my love even when I am stressed.
I am never depressed when I am around you. Sometimes, I will ground you
to teach you an important lesson. Discipline will build your character.
I hope you confide in me when you're older. Remember the things that I told ya.

Lovely

Circles
Why do we keep arguing over the same thing? I feel like we are going in circles.
Should we end this relationship? If we do, what are the consequences?
I’m sick of the nonsense.
I can’t read your mind. Nor can you read mine.
But I tell you how I feel. Yet you don’t take what I say at face value. This is unreal.
How can I get my point across to someone who make up their own facts?
It’s like you react…. without thinking.
Your feelings may exist, but what you feel is not necessarily true.
Just because you feel a certain way, doesn’t mean that I do.
At one point in time, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.
Now I’m daydreaming about independence and feeling guilty about it. I love you undoubtedly. But I love myself as well.
It will be my own decisions that will determine if I evade hell.
I don’t cheat, but is it fair to you to have these beliefs? You say you want me to lead, but you don’t want me to be chief?
I need more leverage. Your criticism weighs me down.
When I express myself, you get defensive and say I’m being offensive.
This is not a sport. I am tired of playing games. Do you feel the same?

Circles

I think proactively. I maneuver through a world full of manure.
Life’s a bad bitch, so I’m going to pursue her. My heart is pure, but my mind is corrupt.
Many become adults, but don’t mentally grow up. I don’t spit dope rhymes, I vomit them up.
I constantly move forward. I don’t stop or give up. Y’all better back up like a hiccup.
I’ll make you nervous like a drug addicted job applicant with a piss cup.
I heard your last verse and I screamed, “This sucks!”
I gotta give a shout out and a few big ups
to all the MCs that are chasing success. Continue to produce.
Pray and be blessed.
My heart goes out to those that stay in depressed.
I am looking forward to the future
while playing my position like Kama Sutra.
I tell it like it is. I am a straight shooter. Don’t be alarmed. Like a vest, I’m unarmed.
I was blessed with the charm.
My rhymes are cash cows. They’re the best on the farm.
I am real deal while others fantasize. I have sex with your mom so much I know her panty size
I tantalize while I analyze
life’s complexities. Especially, when I am writing ambidextrously.
Using both sides of my brain, so I won’t lose track of the train
that’s in my thoughts. My flow is unforgettable, so I’m not rapping in vain.
Y’all ain’t rapping the same. It's like Groundhog day, Y'all are trapped in the same delusion.
Where my competition thinks there is an alternative to losing.

Freestyle Wizardry

It is I, the guy with the spectacular vernacular. My competition sucks like Dracula.
If you attack, bruh. I am smacking ya with a spatula or flip flop.
Don’t even think about using hip hop…
as a profession. It is better for you to become a priest who listens to confessions.
My rhymes come with parental discretion. Listen, you’ll get taught a lesson.
It’s a blessing to have survived all of the battles I have fought. I am harder than asphalt.
I verbally assault you. I don’t need a weapon. I won’t stumble or falter. I rock harder than Gibraltar.
Let’s get the record straight. I create to elevate. However, if you dis me
I won’t even hesitate to knock the taste off the buds that are on your tongue.
I don’t tolerate disrespect whether you’re old or young.
You wouldn’t believe all of the challenges I’ve had to overcome.
I burn hotter than microwave dinner when it’s overdone. It’s over, son.
I am supreme. You are a zero and you're under me. I am number one. I am undefined.
My competition is unrefined. I am sanguine. Go back to the end of the line.

End of the Line

I’ll leave you nonexistent like an old man’s libido.
My style is irreplaceable like your only picture in prom tuxedo.
From the East Coast to Seattle. I am ready for any battle.
I don’t give a fxxx like an asexual virgin. I am determined.
Never splurging. I am economical. My flow is astronomical.
It’s out of this world. My competition is a joke. They're comical.
I’m so witty. I can pick up chicks in any city.
However, my passion is to be a rap assassin. It’s a pity..
to those who choose to oppose me with feeble flows.
Lame words come out the holes that are under their nose.
I am hotter than the spot where the equator meets the Prime Meridian.
I got more hip in my hop than frogs. They are amphibian. Sexy women in the Caribbean
are giving me play.. meaning the time of day.
They appreciate the rhymes that I’ve written and the shit that I say.
I am focused like a hyperactive kid on Ritalin. I don’t get tired like Michelin.
My adrenaline gets me revved up like a Ferrari engine when….
the pedal hits the metal. Like that green Avenger. I am incredible.
Rhyming over bass and treble. I always elevate to the next level

Ready for Any Battle

I play to win. I compete against foes and friends.
Because before you know it’s your time to go and your life will end.
Happiness is the goal. Money should be well spent,
but not at the expense of your inner peace. I am too proud to beg, so I move ahead like a centipede.
Slow and steadily. Bold and readily
I’m available for life’s challenges. I take my turn like an Allen wrench.
I put shit together only to take it apart. I perfect the rhyme daily. I practice my art.
I am smart like an honor student. I praise patience and prudence.
The world is full of lies. If you’re not careful you might meet your demise.
Or you might meet God in disguise. I welcome the latter. fxxx climbing the corporate ladder.
I lead a quiet life to avoid the chitter chatter and the cacophony of sounds from all the haters that are around.
They don’t even matter. Swing batter batter. Aim for the fence. Because you miss 100 percent of the swings you never take.
And those lames will try to convince you, that like spring, you will break.
Braggadocious bravado is my motto. Success favors the bold. I am a hard act to follow.

Play to Win

I got a big ego. My crew is dangerous. If outsiders act strange to us, they can’t hang with us.
Nowadays they strangle us with student debt and degrees.
No cures for any infectious disease. Locking us up if we don’t say may I, thank you, or please.
Putting us in positions that affected our mental state. And now I’m not supposed to hate?
Let me elaborate. When I’m stressed out I masturbate.
I don’t want to waste my time or seed.
Or not be there for my loved ones in their time of need.
Previously, I lost my mind for the first time. Luckily, I found it.
It’s hard to stay grounded. They say go to school, go in debt, and be a worker.
And we listen and follow their instructions without a purpose. Hypnotized by piety and the global elite.
How can I compete with a discrete society? I don’t drink the devil’s potion. I pray for your sobriety.
I am trying to reduce my anxiety. fxxx all media platforms with an intent to deceive.
I hate to beat a dead horse, but this world is full of discourse.
It’s about passing this class or taking this course.
But there’s no class on getting ass or preventing a di-vorce.
People chase paper. Money is an illusion. Where’d you get your education? What institution?
fxxx a pair of Nikes. I’d rather buy stock in Nike for the same price as a pair of shoes, man.
I can’t bear to lose, man. Television is a distraction that causes much confusion.
I’ll rhyme on any beat and bust it open like a contusion. Haters are cruising for a bruising.
fxxx drug dealing AND drug using. Substance abuse destroys people.
You can lead a horse to a trough full of water under a steeple
but you can’t make him drink and I can’t make people think
Most of y’all don’t give a fxxx. Trying to test your luck.
Wasting cash on the poor man's tax... playing the lottery.
There is a better way. There has gotta be.

Debt and Degrees

My Uploads

I walk into the club and take a seat. I show the ladies love.
I make eye contact. Smile. Sometimes I give a hug.
I have cravings. I don’t mean to objectify. I am a respectful guy.
The sexiest dancer catches my eye.
I like them a little curvy and thick. Her exact size? I won’t specify
I recognize her humanity as she is dancing for me.
I like to touch but respect boundaries. I like the way she touches me.
The head on my shoulder is thinking about the dollars. My head at the bottom
has its mind on one thing. It’s her job to keep me wanting
(more). I understand the game. It’s the tease. I wonder how many Gz
a year this chick makes to let her ass get squeezed
Repeatedly. Like BBD I thought it was me. Then I realized it’s her job to make me believe.
I am her favorite customer. We are playing make-believe. My mind knows the truth, but my lust keeps me touching her.
I imagine myself f*cking her. Then the song ends, its over. I tip her. We part ways. Maybe I’ll see her another day.
Another dude approaches her. A reasonable price I had to pay.

Strip Club Etiquette

Aren’t you lovely, baby girl.
When you entered the world, you became my purpose.
I had lost faith. I had felt worthless.
I didn’t share my talents. I did the world a disservice.
Now that you are in my life, I feel no pain or strife.
You are my responsibility. I welcome the challenge.
You are my purpose. God gave me an avenue to make use of my talents.
That avenue is you. When I make decisions, I consider your point of view.
As well as the effects of my actions and how they affect your life. I am your daddy.
Daddy doesn’t always know best, but you are getting the best of my love even when I am stressed.
I am never depressed when I am around you. Sometimes, I will ground you
to teach you an important lesson. Discipline will build your character.
I hope you confide in me when you're older. Remember the things that I told ya.

Lovely

Circles
Why do we keep arguing over the same thing? I feel like we are going in circles.
Should we end this relationship? If we do, what are the consequences?
I’m sick of the nonsense.
I can’t read your mind. Nor can you read mine.
But I tell you how I feel. Yet you don’t take what I say at face value. This is unreal.
How can I get my point across to someone who make up their own facts?
It’s like you react…. without thinking.
Your feelings may exist, but what you feel is not necessarily true.
Just because you feel a certain way, doesn’t mean that I do.
At one point in time, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.
Now I’m daydreaming about independence and feeling guilty about it. I love you undoubtedly. But I love myself as well.
It will be my own decisions that will determine if I evade hell.
I don’t cheat, but is it fair to you to have these beliefs? You say you want me to lead, but you don’t want me to be chief?
I need more leverage. Your criticism weighs me down.
When I express myself, you get defensive and say I’m being offensive.
This is not a sport. I am tired of playing games. Do you feel the same?

Circles

I think proactively. I maneuver through a world full of manure.
Life’s a bad bitch, so I’m going to pursue her. My heart is pure, but my mind is corrupt.
Many become adults, but don’t mentally grow up. I don’t spit dope rhymes, I vomit them up.
I constantly move forward. I don’t stop or give up. Y’all better back up like a hiccup.
I’ll make you nervous like a drug addicted job applicant with a piss cup.
I heard your last verse and I screamed, “This sucks!”
I gotta give a shout out and a few big ups
to all the MCs that are chasing success. Continue to produce.
Pray and be blessed.
My heart goes out to those that stay in depressed.
I am looking forward to the future
while playing my position like Kama Sutra.
I tell it like it is. I am a straight shooter. Don’t be alarmed. Like a vest, I’m unarmed.
I was blessed with the charm.
My rhymes are cash cows. They’re the best on the farm.
I am real deal while others fantasize. I have sex with your mom so much I know her panty size
I tantalize while I analyze
life’s complexities. Especially, when I am writing ambidextrously.
Using both sides of my brain, so I won’t lose track of the train
that’s in my thoughts. My flow is unforgettable, so I’m not rapping in vain.
Y’all ain’t rapping the same. It's like Groundhog day, Y'all are trapped in the same delusion.
Where my competition thinks there is an alternative to losing.

Freestyle Wizardry

It is I, the guy with the spectacular vernacular. My competition sucks like Dracula.
If you attack, bruh. I am smacking ya with a spatula or flip flop.
Don’t even think about using hip hop…
as a profession. It is better for you to become a priest who listens to confessions.
My rhymes come with parental discretion. Listen, you’ll get taught a lesson.
It’s a blessing to have survived all of the battles I have fought. I am harder than asphalt.
I verbally assault you. I don’t need a weapon. I won’t stumble or falter. I rock harder than Gibraltar.
Let’s get the record straight. I create to elevate. However, if you dis me
I won’t even hesitate to knock the taste off the buds that are on your tongue.
I don’t tolerate disrespect whether you’re old or young.
You wouldn’t believe all of the challenges I’ve had to overcome.
I burn hotter than microwave dinner when it’s overdone. It’s over, son.
I am supreme. You are a zero and you're under me. I am number one. I am undefined.
My competition is unrefined. I am sanguine. Go back to the end of the line.

End of the Line

I’ll leave you nonexistent like an old man’s libido.
My style is irreplaceable like your only picture in prom tuxedo.
From the East Coast to Seattle. I am ready for any battle.
I don’t give a fxxx like an asexual virgin. I am determined.
Never splurging. I am economical. My flow is astronomical.
It’s out of this world. My competition is a joke. They're comical.
I’m so witty. I can pick up chicks in any city.
However, my passion is to be a rap assassin. It’s a pity..
to those who choose to oppose me with feeble flows.
Lame words come out the holes that are under their nose.
I am hotter than the spot where the equator meets the Prime Meridian.
I got more hip in my hop than frogs. They are amphibian. Sexy women in the Caribbean
are giving me play.. meaning the time of day.
They appreciate the rhymes that I’ve written and the shit that I say.
I am focused like a hyperactive kid on Ritalin. I don’t get tired like Michelin.
My adrenaline gets me revved up like a Ferrari engine when….
the pedal hits the metal. Like that green Avenger. I am incredible.
Rhyming over bass and treble. I always elevate to the next level

Ready for Any Battle


About Me

Bio

Hi I'm Terrence. My pseudonym is MC TIMO REX. I am a life-long lover of hip hop music. I spend my time reading, writing, and researching various topics that interest me. I love to rhyme. I create battle raps as well as rhymes that reflect on the intricacies of life. I hope you all enjoy my creations. Peace!

CV/History

Family Man. Lawyer. Writer. Rhymer. Hip Hop Enthusiast. What more can I say?

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