Topic: any rappers,hip hop heads, singers? | |
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calm down you need emotional buffering/welcome to skul of hard knocks/forward ever i never look back/animalistic instinct i hump with a wolf pack/royal rumble last man standing in the ring/my right hand is up all i ever do is win
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Spittin' with no better flow, you think your rhymes nice, But seriously that has to be a no, how could you delight ? I step into the arena, and start spittin' the real, You catch one of my really 'cold'spit, and you get 'quick'ly-ill' My body is stone, so I go hard, and your no more than steel, See my tactics, and start to wonder, if its something you can steal, You conceal, your own fate, by choosing, and leading, your own confinement, Try to complain, but your the one who turned on, and sided, Decided to front to me, and now you end up in back, By the time you reach me, come up with your improved little rap |
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yeah without my gist in your mouth you get tooth ache/you wanna space me off/off the stand you nut/am deep brooding/still germinating/i cannot be muted/gorilla war fare apes obey/you just a lower slain/you dig your grave with the extra spade/your rap so backward/i get your bone fractured/ till you fade away/i pave the way/now am emerging from the shades of gray/you cant stand the old me/ not to talk of better the new me/what you got cant be bigger than this/am on bigger team
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Rappin wit no class Imma teach ya ***/ starting from elementary since you rap like a kid aint grown mentally/ you spittin duck duck goose you too young for the noose so here's my foot in ya caboose/ man acting like bishop you ain't never seen juice?/ boosting up ya own head till I drop you from the roof/ now on to middle school Little fool challengin mcs who said that was cool?/ stay in a rappers place or you'll be added to my artwork that's macabre/ ya lyrics makin me laugh b/ you got ghostwritten rhymes by the dudes that made laffy taffy/ hip hop cops should lock you away like max b/ for comin in a spot where lyricisms at the max/ I break the wax wit punchlines that break a back/and you paying for ya words can't take em back/ lol yea I drop jewels this verse is a blood diamond/ I darken the world of anyone that say they shinin/ yes I'm cold I'm cold as ice/ even krs be yo this kid is nice/ I put the pen to this paper and give it life/ now imma take you high school if ya lucky you might graduate/ I hit you wit the science that clogs ya sinus and leave suckin ya thumb holding a blankie like Linus/ so let me once again drop a jewel/ the only gold you got is the stuff claimed by fools/ should never picked rap/ im tearin you apart wit this lyrical pickaxe/ leaving a body for crows to pick at/ tryin to diss me is worse than a cop out/ damn I guess I was too much this fool dropped out/
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A relegated team cant play in the champs league/am the undisputed incredible mister/my flow insane like a psycho/my flow so fat its leading like pooh/flow so hot it burns like acid/you say you better than me its suicide/you dont fit my shoe size/you feel my rap like a slap to your face/i come through like a thread thru a needle/am hardcore and you are limp biscuit/hearing my rap is like discovering a goldmine/imagine the worth of flows you gon find/you a lap dog am a ****ing beast/deep flow are effortless/free throws are eminent/you are so frial/you are not good enough to kiss my toe nails/i got ocean linners your lil ship sinks/i punchlines like people queing for mix drinks/beat you with a lifeline till you stop breathing/me and you prime numbers we're not even/your rap flow weaker than sand castles/you could try tying my shoe lace
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No sense in what you write, that's why I wrote you
No sense in my sentence is when I'm on the fence, bout to walk up and smoke you You try too hard, that's how you're going to die No need to drive my car, high as hell , and only got one open eye Rambling about illuminaty, won't even see me walking by God ain't gonna save you, or anybody that you worship Your teacher never gave you, information worth s h i t, that's why you learned **** I'm sick as f u c k I don't think before I do, a ****en nut, I know the consiquences to the s h i t I do Eat people like you, sit and I chew, break you bones I like it when they're crunchy too And that cream in your dream you probably thought was money is really semon, that you feaning funny process of dreaming// |
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this fool write lyrics like he mumbling/ trippin foot over foot all over the place stumblin/you need some humblin/ so imma punch ya number in/ cuz honestly i had to force myself to reply yo rhymes are made for slumbering/ for one you cant rhyme cant put this wit that/ hell you can barely rhyme cat wit hat/ yet you iller?/ thats the real killer i need that **** you gettin from dealer/i can see why ya got L on ya namesake/ cuz battlin me an L is what you take/ 2 more to multiply it and i need somethin more fillin/ cuz im tired of this wack rapper diet/ if you think you spittin harder than my wackest line/ you on some cokehead high ****/ ya record i wouldnt buy it **** i wouldnt even pirate/ i can spark this blunt and bury you wit bars before the high hits/ you must think you wayne so then im big daddy kane/ aint no lil in my name and still aint backin up the rhymes that you claim/ bruh i would drown you and the ppl who pull you from the abyss'll toss you back where they found you/ sayin thats a bad fish diss me and you seein how karma hit you now thats a bad *****/your incredible..incredibly sad once again i gotta be a rappers dad/ now son you're not as good as you think mc's will hurt you/ listen to ya father and be home before curfew/ do your homework pay attention in class/ or ill have to come to school after they detention ya ***/ then give ya yo whoopins cuz ya still too hard headed/ i saw that f on ya report card yea i read it/ now go to ya corner/ think about what you done/ lemme smoke my L cuz im disappointed in anotha rapper i done sonned/
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You killed it dawg. Brutal
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Here's something for a lil hoochie:
In my coup� got u next to me/ extasy when u on top of me you sexin me/ secretly undressin me beneath your eyes/ i can feel it when you ride it between your thighs/ mezmerised baby by the look in your face/ i got u hypnotized the way you scream my name/ theres not a thing in this world that could make me explain/ i walk out you in a rush because you gowing insane/ i might be a thug baby but i'll be still getting mine//you best read between the line//good girls do bad thangs all the time |
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i'm a wreck this now, so turn this up loud, I kill freestyles like OJ did his wife, anyone who bites my style is losing their life, Sorry if you think this is a contest, But i'm here to take over like the norman conquest, trust me you will be impressed, by the way I express, my stress, on this page, i'ma show my rage, I flow on here because this is my stage, I've been rapping many years, It feels like a lifetime, im so unique, when I rhyme, like a ferrari i'm so sleek,it should be a crime, so sneak a peak, maybe at the new king, his name is mine, thats right i strive to be the best I do my thing all of the time, this is not a test, I always bring it, **** the rest, For rapping i'm the new ambassador, i'll take you for a ride, your the passenger, I can make it to the top but don't need a manager, Pac, Biggie, Jigga, i'm a fan of ya, now i'm here to be the next titan, I'm like a clown to kids, i always frighten, my grip on your mind i'm going to tighten, When i'm on here my skills i heighten, I'm like a match and i'm lighting, On me your not a patch at fighting, I flow with finesse, and i don't smoke sess, weed, dope, whatever you call it, Thought I'm here to provoke it and i hope promote it, just like the pope did, but if i'm not catholic, i'm stuck on dopeness level automatic, It's hopeless, i can't be stopped i'm emphatic, sometimes erratic, i'm good at writing and mathematics, I got lyrical fitness, i come with the sickness, its hysterical to witness, when i flow like this, if you didn't laugh you'd cry, give me the stash don't ask why, hand over the cash or die, I'm not to be messed with, i'm stone cold, i just confessed it, but not good at b i t c h wrestling, I burst blood vessels, that the truth of it and I have a thirst for music, i got talent so now i'm gonna use it, never abuse it, arrogance don't excuse it, like an apple I bruise it, but only to prove it, that i'l be number 1 and will never lose it// |
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fatality
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Edited by
droppin_jewelz
on
Wed 08/05/15 07:32 PM
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To be honest the mainstream I had to bomb it/ cuz we lost out way soon after illmatic and the chronic/I see the underground and they ain't got they shine/ I wear a mask but the eyes they got is mine/ we of the same kind we loved the same times, and when they really said lines/ this is dropping jewelz and the jewels I drop they shine/ from tears, hard years, from the blood, that's where we get our love, the sweat we pour to make **** they can't forget or ignore/this is the life of a kid who just writes his rhymes whenever they hit him/ or after he rights his mind/see this is the climb its still not the time/ I patient either way shadows never shine/ but still I write these rhymes cuz I'm scared I might decline because I'm tryin to have a rap book left in a shrine/ and its top before the print stop/ it say 101 verses and rules of hip hop/
Hey mc go and do ya thang/we culture so much so its hard to explain/yo DJ go and do ya thang/scratchin an mixin make those wheels sang/ay bboy those routines you destroyed/ I'm rooting for you and ya troops you ready to deploy/ Another verse and I'm still not at my worst, that's a first today I aint see my curse/if wasn't for this would I wanna snatch a purse/ or do something that might make them or me see a hearse/ will a bust turn into a burst/ and would they say I was shooting first/ but see I got hip hop, I love you hip hop/ I just hate they slogan now is get guap/ and we listenin to it like its hot/ you say its bangin but mad if I say its not/ but ay my **** might not be for you, that's pretty true/ but im from the era where bein lyrical was really cool/ but I wouldn't battle me I'm pretty cruel/ asked the last one I had sitting on stool/ think about that line get back to me/ help explainin it yes I would gladly be/ casualties committed casually/ I spittin darts at about a thousand deep/ and kill on reflex if I hear a peep/building lyricism cuz of love of the game/ and I promise when I come nothing will be the same/ Hey mc go and do ya thang/we culture so much so its hard to explain/yo DJ go and do ya thang/scratchin an mixin make those wheels sang/ay bboy those routines you destroyed/ I'm rooting for you and ya troops you ready to deploy/ |
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Thanks bro I wanted to see if I could freestyle a song.
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That was some dope freestyling playa keep it rollin
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Black as the ace of spades.
my lyrics are high grade. im running the rap game my way. haters lyrics gives me migrains. im like carlitos way. rising to power within the hour devouring cowards. punks are about as useless as a dead flower. im moving on up like the jeffersons. taking you for a spin. im in to win. slice you like a mexican. murdering your next of kin. nobody know whos next to sin but i dont wanna kill. i just wanna chill. my homies smoke the the bud. im in the cut sippin on the the suds. thugs mean muggin buyin drugs. having bad luck. getting harrased by cops. that show up on the spot. the block is hot. its time to move to the next place. we out like its a street race. headed back to the home base. ill be damned if im catching a case// |
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Thats some dope spittin I see you're getting to where you wanna be! **** bro I would love to make a track or 10 wit you lol.
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lord if i dont make it thru tonight/
should you have to snuff my light/ if reaper harkens and you darken my sight/ let the ppl know i enjoyed all of life/ lately i been confident fulfilling some accomplishments/ been gettin some compliments and my pad still bringin a monster in/ meek vs drake i aint for that beef i need a bigger steak/ ill demonstrate how i pile up a dinner plate/ show you the female in these rappers when i make menstruate/ oral love to the mic in my hand make life live life thats my plan/ mezmorized wit reddened eyes starin at a deadened sky/ the fate of my culture looms and tho its mainly showbiz tunes/ know this is underground raw cut make ya jaws shut i tell rappers/ find an army to call up or haul butt cuz if you stay then yall ****ed/ im a mixture of bright lights and what lies behind a perfect picture/ behold the victor...behold the terror...im tearin it all apart im thru wit this era/ all i see is clown costumes and im killin all the wearers call the pall bearers/ muthafuccin undertaker i give the mic a chokeslam and make sure these niggas all croakin/ the emperor hattori imperial ***** cool as hell but he so good its eerie tho/ he like jason no he freddy tho no im like shishio i mean come really hoe/ jus a anotha off this this topsy turvy dome gonna hit an L/ and try to bring somethin top heavy and curvy home if she ask bout the blood and bones/ ill tell her i jus kill for my throne/ |
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My lyrics too hot. blow the spot
Nitroglycerin Sizzling Dropping more lines then fisherman With hooks to keep you listen Feel the friction Cuz my diction Going to make you move like eviction Demigodz in the jurisdiction Keep it in mind like intuition You think you hitting but your missing Cats wishing That they had the ammunition To witness the documentary Of how my raps written I inhale a breath within my chest before I'm blessing hip-hop I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests I never said that I'm the best but I'm better than you(them hataz) Try to step but I'm ten steps ahead of your crew I'm deaden you And every fake move you make Embedding you in the dirt Till I cause earthquakes Say you never heard of it But your ho knows my name Yo it's open Mic Screaming on tracks like Lois Lane |
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hmmmm i think we should switch it up a lil you know? how bout we freestyle a concept song?
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