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word life i c optikal drop a verse surrounded in confusion
he looks @ his rhymes n sees skill, its an optikal illusion I'm bored and im doin dis rhyme to waste sum time Freestyle cypherin, i cud rhyme bout, guns life~and Drugs or girls sittin dere chillin screamin fuk da world Listen to 2pac's new album loyal to the game I'm luvin 2pac, hes gone now, what a shame quik freestyle |
ya ish got me snoring, confused na ur linez is foriegn//
unable to undastand plus thay boring,my lines is pourin// down on ur head and then explodin,leave ya skull wide open// so wak ur choken,ur self so those garbage linez iz neva spoken// |
Yo
These shoes aint designed foe break dance scuff ya white tee push ya wig back and swell ya face fam I'll teach u how ta stunt cuz dudes acting hard now wit his mans later on gt rolled up like a blunt in white sheets he rollin like the klu klux klan I know dudes who'll chop ya body up and turn it to spam If u cut dude its just yo luck I got these chicks and these broads stuck on me like the hair on my nuts |
Even though..nobody'll Read this..and i'll never be noticed.. being forever underated..has a positve componets on it.. like since nobody notice's my progresion..nothing expected.. being neglected..since a whole new messege..of impressions.. if you read to this line..you lyrically inclined..I thank you for that.. I guess theres some tru emcee's perhaps..let's go run a lap.. aroudn the track..but we coming back..no lies..freestyles only facts.. -deph |
^dope
ok im a noob so its bound 2 b wack i want no hate but love without groping new or not imma leave ya beggin, hoping for survival, like a flame in a whole ocean a no this shit is gay as an anal promotion but am tryin instead of bieng undenying like a gay ass maths teacher taking and adding. :laugh2: omg :laugh2: |
weak weak weak im new ti this site ight listin
try to get what im sayin im prophetic with ryhmes blessen minds well testin snowlines i flow vived that decompose's emcee's ritens i.v blinds the timid unfortuned well spongen on emcee's you new i.b iller then--a--herpes retina slicing epdermis persicaly alerting cuss its like sergery lazer practice blassed but im still practally cuting a axis line as if mine damges stamina ryhmes listin to your audotorys and back off my mind by the time you dut or throw 4 lines or bars of your bizzar tactics your already be rapped in a black body bag or in plastic |
alright...just a quick keystyle.
Spark up a dub begin the day some stimulation for the mental I rap with pasties coz im high munching on thai soup n lentils With pastels n pencils Im sketching mad colourful pictures Outlining with artistic precision graffiti and dope rap mixtures and if these girls wanna rumble then ill be there on the double aint nothin subtle when i dip n slip up straight into their twaddle. |
Its the lil boy from the south of the U.S./
Wanna know what part im from nigga your guess/ Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious/ Damn i said that can't beleive im about to show this/ (_Y_) Oh my god its rap verse porn/ Now im harder than my toe was when i had that corn/ |
It’s no secret; I spend too much time observing
Other people; there lives, mannerisms, and stories And one could say that it’s all a part of learning Or is it that I just find my own existence boring Either way there’s no sorting through the lessons In one session because the question’s never end Forever in pursuit of the route but of endeavors lose Sight when I have to choose the right path Because Life’s task defined is what the mind casts In the role of happiness, and tracking its whereabouts Yet you can’t be scared about the doubt along the way Instead enjoy the ride sit back n let the movie play Truly pay no attention to what people say State your opinion cus you shouldn’t be afraid To convey your thoughts speak up and be heard Have confidence realize the true potential of your words Exert control over situations listen to yourself Make smart decisions don’t give in when other’s tell You to prove your felt desire, just pull the belt tighter Help them to understand that you command the fire Stand beside your plans believe even when you can’t fathom it Forget the past, look to the future and stay adamant For everything’s within our grasp it’s a matter of how we reach But do we already have the map that we needed to succeed And can you see the fee plus what is lost Between the free, the truth, the sheep The pleas we scream to god So please don’t bother to worry we’re all going to be okay Just as soon as we’re ready to levy the steady pay Of dead end destinations destined to quest for patience Right now it may seem like a mess but I kept reservations Along with hesitation aced the test studying all the exits Waiting to run just this once to become an exception To the rule leave my impression address these fools Caress success rest the stress and bless the tools With nothing as fuel but incentive to live Because once I’ve stopped giving I’ve finished the trip keyed.... |
Boop Boop, Boop Boop, Boop Boop,
Yeah I'm Gangsta, Cos I Get Mo' cheese Than a Confectionary. Fucka With Shibb, And Ya Bound To Get Dumped In The Obituary. Criminal Mind's, Sublime With My Philoshiphical Written's...<----Naw. Ya Wack Kid, Just Like Ya Bitten-Pre Written's..<-----Oooh Hecky Raw. Shibb'll Spark Beef Like Introducin' a Matchstick To The Grill. Don't Get It Twisted Hoe, When Ya Record's Fucking L:20 & Ya Win's:Nil!!. Stop Ya Tripping Bitch Get Down Don't Stutter Shib's Name........ Cos Slobbin' On This Dick, Is Like a Magical Lamp, It'll Grant Ya Fame. |
Names aren’t important, but I could never forget a face
Nor that look in your eye when you finally got a taste Place your hand in mine; please it’s not a lengthy journey Bliss sits just on the other side and the ride invites life, learning Discerning what we’ve built, to think we thought it was some how ours Without ever earning a spot caught rotting beneath the stars So keep the cards neatly stacked because it’s easier to take the hand When we eventually drift apart n spark the fire of another plan Another land already charted don’t get me started on where I’ve been It’s an unwholesome state of scars, mistakes, faith, and discarded friends Started to bend for others, but stopped deciding I wasn’t that flexible Still will anyone remember my handwriting…if my suicide note’s not legible? Edible or not is the question you decide what you choose to swallow Usually biting off more than I can chew confused with no suit follow Acoustic wallow, a blues riff for the future drifter’s of tomorrow Hoping to fit and that the trip comes equipped with a niche to borrow Ditched the car load for a pen, it’s lighter plus takes me further Where every thought starts on a whim and ends with a blinking cursor |
emcee's exclaim they rain the best lyrical vibe in message's//
well my flows take over like a death epdemic spit// when shit ripped from dudes asses dudes drop from abstract gasses im passen from my ass// this faggit above me soft so he got nocked in jail with those rashes// when i was 10 coppes had a wornt out fo r me for gats blasten and gats missin cuss i made death threats dudes thought implistin// when im herd wirte im the best like the west weed strat magnifcent// and in cyphers bodys drop they call it baggen infint citizens// |
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you're an embarassment you stupid child i feel sorry for your parents having to live with such a mistake and you're wack as fuck :thumbup: |
I seen things that shouldnt be here//
my eyes aint clear..im more focused// its hopeless It finally near..my only chance to advance ta tha next teer// with no strings attached just a smooth hustle// A few O's and some new muscle..incase of sum crews scuffle// a few troubles...keep blockin my path// any type of comp. back in tha day I would of chopped em in half// but now I feel remorse 4 all that I did// From that time as stick up kid ta havin my time takin doin a bid// HEY!!..I know yall dont believe me// but just percieve me as somebody makin peace with god instead of grieving// leaving some1 with state of mind with a way ta rhyme// create a buzz with a creative line with compassion an fate combined. -I dunno if I made any sense...but its free!! |
2kn
everytime i place a word on into the right position help's the next man make a correct decision my verbal presicion will cause a herb to stop liven im not forgiven you for your wrong asumtion's while im spttin on a mic,it's causing song abduction's holding back my lyric's isnt a cause i belive in. your fake,why act diffrent,it's only yourself your decieving. im ill,therfore leaving your health in a critical condition. im heading for the top a the game, your on a minimal mission hipocritical statment's,it's allway's the wak quick to rate shit. it's the one's with talent who stand real,never hate shit. im not the greatest alive,so ill never downgrade shit... you act like a creater,yet you never made shit..blah |
I ain't gotta do well..that ain't what i'm here for....
I'm here to bust heads and to see my wheels roll... Maybe pick up a few bitches and maybe a couple whores.... By usin custom made condoms u just can't buy in stores... Hold up girl i'm busy u can get urs... Just wait a couple minutes i dont wanna get sore... After i'm done fuckin got em both screamin for more... But neither know what other kind of shit i got in store... |
I ain't worried the slightest bit clicks cain't see me/
cause I burn niggas like they was songs for a blank cd/ hot flows in text will vex you/ I drop hot shit like a clumsy chef do/ I challenge opponents in 3's/ everybody get on they knees like they proposin to me/ most niggas are a phillip tv i'm the high def plasma to rap/ I got ya bitch blowin hard like she was havin a asma attack/ throwin bullets like Vick at serious heights/ ya friends didn't run as fast as you in them tims so that's what i'm callin a "Peer-less Price/ back to reality none spittin as foul as me/ nigga I'm digustin' like the cut on Vitali(when he fought Lennox) you can't see it comin' like midnight pillowfights/ talk and get wet up like tissues of a widowed wife/ lil jamaican in me I ain't the one to rump wit ya dumb kidd/ I got clips that will push ya back like Donald Trump's wig/ |
my scripts that I spit apoplexy plenty of human-bing's I cant be disarming of my gristly by fare imperative scripts that get in to the dome of heterodox glocks pop as loud as a speaker box with a million watts far lots of centuries they’ve been planning for my terminal its been discussed but I pop those niggas like a zit and the pus my offspring brings the end of civilization as its is a maze with no observed end to spend a life in a box with a bed is like been locked out of the world and in your head illiterate binges spilling alleviated things not suppose to be tolled to the people that live in peace like the cear we really have for small pox and herpes
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stop!!!
it's time for the fake to back off, only the real shall survive. every question in your mind is a lesson you will find but if they taught that you brought shit for double the price will you stand there and say,you a thug and love all the ice or will you be a man and admit that you fooling yourself you were raised by rich parant's,so you spoiling your wealth identity's being remade with the cut off a knife while the poor lose power,then they cut off the light's issue's not being confronted or even attempted to be sorted. as soon as a "problem" arise's,str8 to jail they get deported then they aborted a mission with a wak decision. they cant stand that hip hop is closing the devision(waaat) between white's and black's,bitch's, we fighting back the reason im lighting dack is to release this angiush. cause if i keep it bottled up inside,i may aswell just vanish im'a establish soild ground to acheive my goal, but at time's im confused,so that's why the weed I roll, it's like everything is'nt spose to be analized, tryna make it better,but fuck it once it's tanalized tryna treat it once,but they fail, then push it to the side once I step up to the plate,even bush will run in hide I have my mother's pride, but it get's in the way I have heard old timer's story's,of regret's in the day but i listen close,cause I aint dissen most but im wishen false little bitche's would learn respect for the game, cause in the end it isnt all about collecting your fame. ~2kn~ |
uh check it... its the rush baby!!
everything u see around you is adrenaline's fu-ry spittin bars at these cats cuz the rush cures me// u an amateur being battered by standings in my character I got u frozen in daylight like icepicks gettin touched by fur// to save ur life u need suicide,even if u had a chance to blur from my wrath that I bring u,its nothing but a devil's lure// so I can send u to the graveyard,fuck these retards they think their heart wont race if I showed them a death card// 4 bars but im done yo... |
Haha…these motherfuckers watch too much Disney… Now get with me… Light up some grass n proceed to stimulate the mental Rappin with pasties im high increasing my credentials Like pastels n pencils Ima sketch mad colourful pictures Outlining with artistic precision traumas dope rap mixtures I keep to myself For years I’ve dwelt in my mind the only refuge ive ever felt Never completely satisfied with life in itself and what ive got Smoking pot i dream of wealth, love and a life that’s heartfelt Blessin the mic turning restless to hype delving deep Contrary to popular belief hip-hops not all in the beef So im rappin on the side of the street n freestyling in pubs And clubs that bang that hip-hop sound with no plug-ins Im lovin this it’s the bomb it’s the shit all I wanna do is just spit And rip it with all that ive got I’ll give it Fuckin illiterate feinds I’m hittin u kids at the knees Featherweight emcees im not coppin ya pleas Fuck these gangsta emcees you tryin real hard to bleed U in need of a style makeover it’s not that hard to see |
How many times do you double take, watching life on closed circuits
when television's the religion givin premenitions to fit this circus hit the surface to search the worth of this vivid but vacant landscape an archeologist who acknowledges upset kept by the dead when hands break cus sands make a decent medium but recede in release of shape washing away the signs of age along with the steps we take and flesh can make the interior seem sizable, when the dimensions melt into a studio apartment of cartlidge heartless to abuse whats felt cus this is proof enough to tell the outcome of your typical conversation see im a better listener than kisser but i never miss an observation shit conservation is patience im at loss for em both burning a hole in my pocket thoughts rip the stitches amidst my soul the whole deep space odyseey has got to be more than liars for life is based on a serious work yet this version's satire a flat tire from those who admire the destination cautious on the road to enlightenment living frightened of the kids who walk it toss this in the ocean for me im mourning the lose of a homie pouring out licorice the spit wads clot plots to spot the phonies as i drop a lonely rock to the bottom just so i can watch it sink and im far from perfect nervous incarnate regardless of the gardens brink |
flow with the breeze and spit lyrical conflicts
that gets props from dawgs and picks up chick on some real shit ya forehead get lit from the hollow i spit make ya tongue get back on ya mamas tit so it just another issue i have to deal with sit back smoke on a spliff blah blah blah |
sittin here thinkin wat 2 get my girl 4 christ-mas
cant wait 2 c her again so we can kiss-lips jus chillin wit her spendin long nights 2-getha from da first day i new dis love would last 4-eva ties her hair in a bow and strikes a sexy ass pose u know-lay on da bed and watch as she dis-robes best present im probably gonna get all year wake up in da night and tell her she has nuttin 2 fear |
only god can judge me..so my crimes are safe..
i ain't trippin niccuh i put dat glock to ya face.. i switch styles like my murderz i don't leave no trace.. i got money but i cant afford to fall from grace.. its kinda sadd homie ya'll confused about meh.. i'ma G and a pimp and i'm bout to hit fifteen... |
i'm straight off the trizzle and headed for tha subway...
walk by this guy...hobo smellin mustay.... Clothes all rustay....hadn't changed in a while.... looked back at me and gave me a wink and smile... thats the kinda shit right there that makes my day.... A fuckin livin hell so i blew his ass away!!!..... haha...no happy endings here |
Imma rap singer dinger ding dinger
I can't aford dinner inner in inner Imma wack rapper tapper tap tapper The person below me will prolly diss me Even if there style is shitty I live the tough life of the suburbs Then I go and battle some herbs lmao some dope shit right there |
Just a lil sumthin...
U too wack 4 anybody 2 diss u And u probably too ugly 4 any gurl 2 kiss u Tha grounds like a an elevator, watch how i lift u Go 2 sleep and dream about how they wont miss u I kill bitch niggaz dat come in my zone and then make em relocate 2 a funeral home I bust guns 4 tha ones i love and tha ones i love iz tha reason why i bust my gun U mesmerized by tha gun? I didnt mean 2 offend u Bullets iz like gatorade, Iz it in u? U mite have tha talent but i dont see dat So i drop sum lines in tha cypher 4 people 2 see dat i can spit a lil sumthin but tha text aint shyt ya gun look shitty so ya techs aint shyt u aint shyt, who aint shyt? not me I got too much motivation 4 you 2 stop me u couldnt pop me even if i was your pimple Fuck complex rhymes, I KEEP IT SIMPLE i like 2 flow, drop any type of beat Oh its drama now? Well i can bring any type of heat dream iz dreams but it aint a reality tho I'll take u thru da hood, sho real shyt like a reality sho all tha drama and all tha chicks all my homies and all our clips all tha drugs and all tha slugs all them crooked cops and tha blocks all tha children and all tha shootin how we fuck bitches and all drug distribution i kno my freestyles kinda long but i make sure its like morning breath, kinda strong |
juss 1 bar dis on This man above me na mean
I kNo u may be gay ceez and love is new ceez and fuckin wit deez cause that a step above uq |
ceez u pretty tight good drop
ahah :thumbup: keep that shitt droppin |
lol the person below me dissed as I predicted
When ever I spit rapping Its certain something shit happens Read my last post and youll learn that If you got an afro I'll tear your perm back And sell your hair back to you For a gram and pack of food Imma head from back to the front of this shit Like the guys hair off the aprentice Soon I'll be runnin shit gunnin quick Spit a lil somin shit to stunna bitch Go muafucker hate all you like I'll just stomp you your to small to fight |
have you ever seen a kid fallign from the sky?
you say you havent,wel neither have i . why would you be so sarcasticlty gay. if i do a job you must drasticly pay. the day you defeat me is the day you die. your so fake,everything you say you lie but mayby i lie a bit to,but atleast i can admit it to you. who you think you really are with your lame bling. look closly cause the realness is what the game bring the lame sing song's of resentment and dispear. but on the real. who really does care. i glare at the world to see if it'sa right. but if im smoking p every night i might pass out due to lack of sleep. if you so real then how caome you black and weap . fuck you fake bitche's. |
I prowl the night skies, lost, bored of living a thousand life times
Trapped for eternity.. so what do I do? sit down and write rhymes systems systematiclly sizedown simple samaritains seeking solace people populate places of parishes from persians to polish great games of god like guys getting held goaless really rank rhymes resulting of ramblings after ya roll this spoken shit so sick simply something from smokin stick poke and pick at me prosperity pummeled by poletics the last lyricyst lives lower leavin this ludacris leader castrated clasp cock and cut it, cummed on like ceaders thats a shitload of alliteration right there.. |
to many time my ryhmes havnt beein good enugh for the love of the readers my minds diein at slow motion my flowin talents ls growen it seems but in battle its no effective like some vaccines i bring iller spits that i spit skripts ta split ribs that hit hard after the math after the fact that you got seconds ta say what you got to say for you never see the light of day again for all this murdering facts i look to the sky and say for give me for my sins
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yo herres some hen i bet u can sip dis
im a murder'er so i put gun's on my wishlist chris bitch i pop lick and drink wit my dink i put that shit in the sin that was very deep lol j.f.a Juss Fuckin Around """" yes bitch thats my fuckin thing JFA juss fuckin around ho-cake powder puff mcdonld fry chump u aint stealin my shit ~1~ |
i step up to the mic.... but i really i aint that short
my thunda regins over yall im tha king of this court and my record dont lie i simply cant be beat lets go toe to toe feet to feet im that street tha chips aint down i aint even in vegas man i aint wanna be around when tha shit hits the fan so ima take my buisness and slang somewhere else cause i can only trust my fam, god and self bliggity bliggity blahhh |
3 wins and no lose o shit we can tell you hot like dell toco sase but not really//
with week bars like that we can call you bizzar from 12 but not fat they cilly// since you be clowd all the time you sound change your name to try to fill me// that shit wasnt good so dont even hate but yeah my freestyle right there |
I've been on Mic tours,rapbattles,mcwars, rapverse and
da industry still aint fuckin recognize one black person Wat I gotta do ta score in dis game cause nothin count and it aint cause Im high,so I realized dat Im buggin out Then I got voted on by these plastic-free-slim-dudes so I realized my mistakes and I drastically improved Now, Ima changed emcee,carry dat thang wit me just in case a nigga wanna try ta bang wit me but one spray of dis shit and dat'll end dis game quickly but they don't know dat,you know how dis gang shit be So I break off any nigga who think they can hang wit me and keep pumpin dis shit til one of dem thangs hit me Young Mix |
u aint to bright everytime i get around your girl u wanna fight
everbody always talk about u because your rhymes aint ill the only thing u like to is do sit at home and chill u be talking to your momma and she tell u constantly u aint never going to be real and u to your crib talking shit about your momma as she aint going to blow up and be rich and you mad because u wanted her to be your bitch |
this is just a freestyle let me see how I do it
I say please read this so I can get to doin that doesnt make much sense but it doesn't matter anyhow im just freestylin and let me give u a bow ya man am sick wid it and im probably crazy Im spittin verses in real life like I was very dazy lookin at ur computer screen u see these verses and u wonder who's the fool who wrote these cursed things that's the rush in ur system the one wit da hammer and im puttin u down like a foot when it stammers what a wack line but anyways here I go ya man im just bored and ur a no-show hahahaaaa!! whatever!! :gfy: |
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