if i had a damn mic i would flow audios
but im stuck typin with sweaty palms this blows
more than hoes i put holes in ya photos
with the end of a cherry of a philly blunt
cats who take time to write this theyre cunts
im only typin cuz i have nothin better to do
and theres always celebrity rumors but theyre not true
stop hatin on rapper that made it
you hate it

Niggas should really take advantage when I got writters block.Cause when I post you see Smok name in every slot.You can diss me if you like but I don't mind snot,I jus blow you out.Freestyle don't never stop........But when I start,you see tha steam like I'm reavin engins.

I'm full of demons murfukkka
an they all retarded,
Bustin caps at any nigga
an leave em' quickly discarded,
So now wah tha fuk is happin next
I duno I caught a nigga an put da X on his pexs,
Saw him three dayz later
Then I fukin blew off his chest.

popo got me on the run dont know what im a do
cant be wit my girl by the way i miss you
alss it is is me this bag full of clothes
this shit sucks and blows
like hoes
called up my boy on the payphone
he could tell somethin was wrong by my tone
i felt alone but homie stuck wit me
came and picked me up and we rode off in his bentley
he lived in the ghetto but pushed mad weight
this is the guy not to hate
he got me apartment a 2 44s
blah blah blah

What's Hip Hop? Is it rims, generic songs & hoping your monies long
Does it begins with a B-boy stance, a mic, turnables, or fresh adidas on
Is it conscious, backpack, floss or thugged out?
Is it about degrading or uplifting, do we live it or pretend it
These days what should we rhyme about?
I say, spit your individual truths and try to stand for something
Identify the poblems but add a solution to justify your wants and
No matter if you stunt or front man
We're all on the Frontline, so scream Revolution and start busting

peace

Please let me know what y'all think of the rhyme!

Fuck peace,I come to your block equipped with a 5 9 and glock 45
Blasting at your head with some strong despise
Feelings of pain,feelings of anger
Memory loss,I feel like a stranger
But I've been doing this forever,or so it seems
I go back in time,back to some long lost forgotten dreams
Amnesia,it hit me like my ex girlfriend
After she found out I fucked her friend.......... in my benz

Nowadays The Streets Are Creeped, Get A Slug In Ya Belt Fa No Reason,
It's Lethal Out There, Gangsta's Clappin Shotguns Like This Is Hunt Season/
But I Stay Chiefin The Green, Puffin More Than Smokin' Chimneys,
Watch Ya Mouth, Cuz I Carry Two Glocks Wit Me Like Yosemity/

Annihilator and Skeem! I mentioned Peace and now you're thinking I'm Soft//
Both rhymes were too weak like half a month, that 1 line prolly got u lost//
Let me slow things down for those lyrically impaired//
Using guns as crutches and Weed & Dutches as wheel chairs//
In Slo Mo, Homo, my So So Flows, Could bleed you pussies more so than 7 days//
How hard could you be, 1 dude lost, the other mentioning cartoons "Yosemite?"

C'mon man!

Again Peace

Yo Barz... you on the wrong page homie... no disses in here, just straight up freestyling. You want the diss the person above you page! (He's new here, guys... give'm a break!)

Holla !

lmao ayo....

cmon kid im spittin this as much as hicks-do/
then grips r gettin lifted an burnin like wicks-do//
yall cant touch VB, jus frontin on tha crew/
SixX step in, every emcee bumped to number two//
Stumpin cats in six lines, cuz these bars-r-hot/
An the vets in here r jus waitin for ya jaws-to-drop//

~1~

Killah QUeen is known to leave emcees demolished/the female Kanye cuz I dropped outta college/I spit first aimed at noone just to keep my flow polished/
we get the cypher going and I jump in/always and only spitten that crunked shit/
never on the punk tip/all my people love it.

I bring death.....niggaz call me the reaper//
Send cocaine disguised 'anthrax' to the houses of drug dealers//
Ether, scientific shit that I kick//
12 gauge buckshots make lil cats do backflips//
drastic measures, I take to protect me and my seed//
so watch as I infect these pussies like H.I.V.//
weapons of mass destruction, my life style is complex//
Creating all weapons, entirely out of inatimate objects//

When i see you i see wack cats rollin in packs
With a life i lead i can see you don't know how ta act
Wanna hate and call me a wigga cuz my skin aint black
I aint a wigga, you just mad cuz you can't rap
Thinkin you can, you must be on some acid or crack
Thinkin you next ta me, you must be trippin on some ecstacy
I spit my rhymes at you when you least expectin me
Even if you was a mirror you'd never be reflectin me
You like an insect ta me, thinkin you got game
I'll tear your ass out yo frame
You'll completely get yo' ass kicked
You'll wake up on the street but you'll be sleepin in ya casket
How long will it last man don't even ask, be first ta blast
Be like me and might be the first to see some cash
My rhymes hit ya from behind and give ya whip lash
I'm sick of you trick ass bitches always tryin ta get rabid
I've about had it, i'll get rid of you like a bad habbit
Have my rhymes wear you out like i do my old jackets
Anyone ever punchin me is like hittin a boulder with a tennis racket

:evilgrin:

i dont care who you think u are
some kind of a superstar
and this what a wannabe mc
sounds like when he cant free
but still wants to battle me
im like hell nah im real not a dick rida
ya come back wit sick rhymes ya a bita
straight off top no discussion
on point when im bustin

Cuz i hate my school of bitches/They in differnt gangs and hang/and no one ends in ditches/They claim crips and bloods/and scream mighty Triad Blue/but when in comes to pushin drugs/dey aint got no clue/White kids act black/but they still act wack/thing they got more game then me/and think they bigga/I'll still slap dem crackas in da jaw/just for sayin nigga/ tell em just because they dress like Kalox/They aint big tigga/But they still run they mouth/Like i run with da south/I can still ride by in a taxi/they get scared and run in the house/they think i'll do a drive by in a cab/They mom talk to me in a room alone,screamin/They thought she got stabbed/no i just gave her da big dick she neva had/Her redneck man scared just becuz im black/and that ill run up on him/and stab him in da back/and ill take his girl/Let my niggas ride her/like a train track/But let me change da station/Hagerstown shouldnt even be part of dis nation/Seen so many hillbillies/They could have their own special occasion/We could call it Farmer boy month/for all i care/I stoped doing the daughter/cuz i found out wit her pops i shared/i was like look/im not into incest/but if u wanna date ya pops/i wish for da best/just dont say u love me/Or bye a dirty D CD/you would be givin me a hand/if u wasnt my fan/cuz u swallow nut from ya family/scream my name out and da crowds like DAMN/aint we aint even at a younblood show/if trailer park trash was a sport/ud go pro/Hagerstown would be could for somthin/like shippin out dirty hoes/But right now my shit its gettin a lil wack/So ill save up for episode do/When Dirty D attacks