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on my way to the top, i'm a ticket from blowing
with rhymes devestating like a kick to the growin call me the mail man i can spit til your folding niggaz on RV claim they're hot but it aint shit til you show it! and thats true talk!!!!.......... |
u gottA be kidding with that bullshit....
4 lines 2 bars in a keystyle?? how long did it take u to write that?? got the nerve to put that aftr my drop... * P.S sorry for the freepost * |
im so fly like a mean "s"
no cologne on bitch im wash fresh niggaz rhyme iz bull___ no need to finish the rest but my flow iz expected to spit more bullets then a tech |
shut the fuck up!, what u talking gonna leave ya body on the floor looking a mess
you aint a crook this be MurDah, I cant write a book about it and beat a charge if i confess/ the four-five gonna see how far ya inside can strech you will get hit with a tech like im part of te ref's want to come at murdah like he couldnt just lay down and put himself to rest now i gotta become a what my name is cuz dude wanna put to the test me let tell you something right here, the hawk i'll take ya flesh off like i was geting undress with the tech beam making ya forhead look like a button, go ahead and jump off if u really wanna press my trigger i'l have ya takeing more shot then a poperiotcy-press and fuck u and ya bitch i aint feeling sorry-bro cuz she had me working the pipe like super mario ya game played like kids with atario my name bring FEAR BITCH, so if they say if really he MurDah the CHILD they'll Act like body KNOWS BITCH!.... you reallt dont want it... set it up... |
for the fun of it or for the love of it
there so many words i can use but no complex ones are apart of it its like they wanna starttle my fist, all they wanna sea/see is a flow like a fish making these bars short like milky-way i think im gonna go-ahead and fuck a milf today so many herbs who act like a bitch these days just want the gun to splash they face like facing waves alot of these bars are un-focused but its a keystyle i mean where else can u really drop bogus alright MurDah u loseing it get a grip Bastred but the more i do all i see is faces plasterd when the rage master... let it un-rage faster and all i witness is kids geting pop like pills at a rave basterd so what if i use the same word twice in a verse its still gonna be like rotten food the way ya stomach hurts should i spit or vomit first, with blows that'll hit hard like landing a commit, earth and its sad how ya best takes long to drop like an un-commen birth.... MurDah keystyle.... i know its weak... but trying to progress my speed of writing... |
i started from the trenches, smoking charc on the park benches
didnt start for perfection but more of an aggression but the more ya started stressing the more i started confessing that in this rap world to make it, i need a gun for protection in case someone feel neglected and un respected then the next second hes squeezing hes weapon leaveing'em breathless for needing to test this believe it im restless, till im leaving as the best kid im egar to mess with, niddles to pierce ya flesh with im evil with the best wit, this beef?, i got the "food stamp" like im cashing check's W.I.C milking rap like nest-quick, till everyone thinks im the Best Bitch...... |
No one has written in a while, like they have no time
Besides coke following me talking shit all the time He must have a dildo with a inprint that says murdah So when he say murdah wack, he use it in hops it'll go further U a sloppy burger with old rotten pickles U ain't no coke dealer, u think .5 still means a nickle I'm sick with the ripples, sucking on ya bitch nipples So we'll forever have bad blood like ya cells was coved in sicko |
The bored ass keystyle for people who bored as me
smoked and drank some beer, what more do I need Probley a connect shipping a few more of thes p's From a spot I know down at florida keys He push a lambo, strap like rambo ready alwasy to gamble Always on top of things and quick to fight always known to land blows He useally wins dice games but he decided to play poker He serious even when confused he's face never seem as a joker With a bitch by he's side looking like a stock brooker The way that ass looks from here, tomorrow she say I broke her Went for the all in move, thought he could catch they bluff 2 dudes went for it right away, now things starting to get tuff As the cards flip ova and was reviled the hearts pumps inceased a notch As he notice he beat 1 dude he smiled with confidence grabing he crouch The other player had momentaily stop he's hand from touching the pot Said hold on a min, my straight bigger, he automaticly went reaching in he's sox To grab the knife and slice dude throut for beating him for the bread Then as he turn he faces a rugar then squeezed an blew off he's head Now he dead for thinking he could get it reguardless which was he's prob Now all that's left is blood fsmily crying now he def on top talking to god... You can think u better squeez bratta's Settle the score and vsndetta's But when its ur turn to lose just accept it Before the next closed casket got you in it I'm murdah bitch I'll never switch reguardless of my story I say it throu text audio tape even camcord me I'll shoot a man before I gamble and save more time that way Go to the smoke shop and spend a grand on haze Roll a box of dutches till I need cruches to stand straight You niggas wouldn't know about being a gorilla if u own a ape I'l hit you so hard with 1 hook this man'll have u feeling u fighting eight Better concertart, you spiting on that novice rate That non buying tape people say for god sake.... Its murda bitch who decided to tell a story then some real Wreckless rap to teast ya crap without the steel Force feed u some punches as a meal Till you dude feel like u just got a combo deal..... Cuz its murdah bitch.... |
I'm so bored and drunk and high........................
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never favoritism, or ego's - just key styles for the masses
who drink out of the fountain of youth in crystal glasses I cast this, verse upon the axis spinning around in a circle, lyrics found on the crown through it's virtue They say, I could never get away this way but I would beg to differ now, everyday that I pray They can't cast the chains on me, I'll never be restrained in a 4 by 4 box, body abnormally contained conformists plotting there next hit ....perplexed wit plus a whole centerfold of darkness I don't see an exit Just an entrance.. way, should I stay? but everywhere I go it seems it's getting away. |
Holding the desert egales backwards woundering...
If I can strive through my struggle without fumbling... No future for loser just die or go hard... So if I have to grind then I am blowing the 4 off... Till you think you saw fire arms like voltron... I got hoes butt naked once they take they coat off... That's holding piff or that white that's so soft... That'll leave you cotton mouth or playin with snowballs... And just cuz you got her number, Don't mean she'll pick up your calls... Had ya pride so hurt your dick wanted to divorce your balls... Am a husttler so owning a game.. only time I had a boss.... True story you know what bugs me... Am so real being baptized only time I let someone cross me (get it)...... |
lessons expressed, testing the rest, breathless in chests
caressing breasts in a nest, expressing essence in raps presence intact, depressing with facts, guessing the acts peacefull, like pleasant pesants in naps, letters in maps? directing the stats, backpacks strapt heavy on backs carrying crack, marrying rap, most kids on RV? apparently wack.. |
i spit rap immaculate and i actively plan
stackin tracks let the bass slap like the back of my hand I'm not bangin, slangin, killin or fighting, got no ice I'm pinoy I try spit fire, but i just spit rice I rap with the flow... go wherever it takes me rhymin words is what i do and it never forsakes me I'll take on all challengers with a big grin i'm not scared to lose cuz it's just a path to a win I'm positive like forgiveness... <that to a sin laughin within, had to begin, glad to the end it's sad that rapverse is deserted i got hope for when the sites name is reworded Hurtin like merkin ourselves it seems long gone but remove the hearst cuz rapverse WILL live on... I hope... YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! |
macz and ak's decapitated and slauter my opponent
bring havok and much danger to who ever that wants it meaning all haterz, bitches, ganster or fagz they pop hard like fire works, immitating their dad (me) no condums, but were rollin wit gold magz 16 years on this planet but got old cash |
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The question is answer, while you stressing and prancer I'm lyricly cancer, spiritualy a desastor for rapping pastor Crapping in pampers, cuz ya shitty flow geting toss in hampers Trying to advance brah?, As soon as you post up you got broke down like bboy dancers Got soul? Got flow but then it got old Felt like he's dame dash they way he's style got sold The punches got mold on the knuckles that he shows So a battle here will be a slaughter house like the crew of joe's You fool with pros, this fool think he's cool as snow? Danm!! Till he start melting away at he's feet like the end of winter with a snow man Get at me got soul.... |
Tired of comin on this site and seein no activity
i'm gettin livid it's givin me no flow or versatility tryin to up my game but ain't nobody playin prayin rapverse stay in the game but it's decayin people don't even rap they just hate they all fake degradin a gateway to fate we could be big but kid's don't want to collab just post pictures and hate what people have it's seems over king kong is gone it's sad this was the best site i was ever on |
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Im Vicious Couz ill clap around Ya
Then get on the trap and Rap about Ya Put you down in the ground with a casket round Ya Come around and find out what these tear drops about Couz We hop out and surround ya have maskin tape around ya Face Couz Spike ya like the spikes of a mace does then hide ya body in the dump My bullets aint the mumps you can catch em more then once, when i glare these niggas hearts jump, and skip a beat, i crucify snitches,then turn around and fuck there bitches leave em wet like there girls exept stuck diggin there own ditches, then i curse em with spell books from witches cook em like the kitchen im hitler to these boys i burn em and disregaurd all their noise strong poise just commit suicide before i kill you boys acctually one of the worst ive posted ha. recycled the mumps line too |
Colorful slang i arrange on pages, you orangutangs suck dick attached to gangsters
Talking about banging, never seen a clit, or clip, or ever clicked out a banger You deserve a hanger, plastic bag, paper towels to abort that style See I'm foul, play out of bounds, like 50 with Ricky Ross baby mom in town Your girls into hickys, i'm into no kissing, blowing her back out and being history You're into misery and beating your girls ass cause she's missing me thats no mystery If you speak cash, thats like blood in the water to a shark, i'll rip your face apart Dudes play brave or crazed from start til the heat raise and erase their heart |
i come from..
the hardened edges of a world that doesnt appreciate worth..... whats its worth, but from since birth this jerks hated church n earth, ive got a chip on my shoulder larger than the galaxy it seems, i wake up every morning ready to kill, wishing it was a bad dream, dog ive had it, ready to end it.... reverse it ...rerap n send it..... mend it, think of these words as i grab my neck n bend it, god damn....you........im hate-ous call me betra-ous....ill turn this away from myself for wealth, fuck stealth,...i got 15 days left .......of good health..... thats right, im hype i got half a month of foresight, i feel empowered with the force of deaths might, its crazy right..... im the devil,..or am i taken byèm, ..... .... ... .. . yo it happened in seconds, my thoughts were of few, life or death.... i knew it was one of the ......two, as i reached for the hatch... and gasped for air.. i was motionless........... all i could do was stair... through the scope, there is a calm to this mayhem... i say when, will all of the seconds in this day end.. .............the time is everlasting now, this is rare to see, the shrapnel shimmers at me... as it glares in glee,.. how long now....... i only hear my own voice and tone, .i moan....alive or dead ... i must make this choice alone, i allow my eyes to flicker....... like a starts last ..glow so smile, cause i was like you only just minutes ago, so dont have tears of anger or let your joy be less.... ......know i lived my life full, till my very last breath though i cannot be seen i stand amoungst many, now a guardian above, for those who send for me,..... ..... .... ... .. . a drivers story ...heard and repped all in depth, one 5 freinds burried and now only four left, canadians in afgan all felt in the chest... left with just a folded flag and medal on their breast, we do this for an outh and a crest on our chest........ what the fucks wrong with ourheads......... |
I can probably tell you what's wrong with mine
every song and rhyme I've ever flowed is nitro explosive so it's 3 bombs combined never met a prominent rapper let alone ever seen, a clever scheme used on the boards since I was 17' and I was just about as murderous as I was then but like my history, all my competition's been passed tense and in my absence I've grown weary of rapping because the art is barely attracting anyone in the area at this.. moment, so I know it's going be something new If I try to fucking do, another a verse - it's over; end of discussion boo'.. I mean look at this cipher, we've migrated or grown raps has become like a fad worn out of the homes we see less and less talent get passed into the industry so we diss MC's to get recognized to the fifth degree in different keys expressing or expressions without a smiley face our lines erased in sands but the genetic footprint of time and space we leave behind, so our notes is MORE than something to free the mind music is our voice that we've constantly redefined |
it funny to see, cats still getting pissed off like their gettin wet,
or better yet, on thier 9th ....and being injected by the local vet, what the feck, kids typing like they think their some kind of tech, its my bet, yous could use 110% of ya skill...and still not turn a check, whos a wreck, use that noose on ya neck then burn ya set.... ,................ cuz ya passions gone for text on the net.. . . quik |
i'm from the C-O and i run my town...
you can hit wit a line or two til i flipt the script like an actor reading upside you's an actor or a fucking clown yea i said it but as funny as your lines are to your boy, i don't get it who's to say that glorifying that gangsta that you pretend to be will make you more worthy an adversary or enemy... my friend you see there's a thin line between bullshit and bullets don't cross it, how much a hollow cost to get your ghetto holocausted and that's just for saying offensive shit about my occupation where's all the snow you promised us, the block is hot and it's waitin |
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i take a swish of 5th of vodka
both hands full with my two chrome rockets put a barrell to your boy then pop it hear police sirens and drop it run to the crib unlock it stash the ev in the safe n lock it see your boys ride up so i pull out my tool n chop it your with the kind of girl who sais stop it but when shes with me she stays on her knees just cockin .... i dont even know... ha. im madd bored |
see i dont squabble over petty lines or petty crimes...
i turn ya head into a pasta dish like its speghetti time... and no one is frightend ya these weak confetti rhymes... im so great that i could shatter the levi at any time... when i get wreckless that tech spit and trust that its hectic... leave you breathless leaking next to the chain on ya neckless... im a soldier in this game incinerating ya platoons... like a western you flip tables when i enter the room... im a prophecy a prodigy of my own philosephy... yall droping bombs i drop bio-chemical mockeries... aint no one stopping me call it my democracy... this trash i just read aint nothing but a hipocracey.. i mix birds and hounds with verbs and nouns... its obsurd how my sound could just pirge ya crown and as i start to swerve around observe this round... thats hitting you in the jaw to conserve a frown.... |
hat cocked jeans loose keep my swagga tight
cut out the middleman if my paper ain't stackin right sick of the bull-shit, smell is gettin heinous between that and the trash talk and girls try'na get famous i am what i am my fam who you wanna bang wit ain't on that simple shit get a boot up in your anus bored... |
yessir it's on the dresser and i'm pretty sure you seen her
seen her, my girl is a nine millimeter heater sure that girl hot, specially when she get wild her mood switch i get a itch she have you sleepin from a smile and when she talk you listen, depressed you wanna kiss her just bought a silencer, now all she do is whisper men hold they breath every time that her frame exposed she killin em everytime, man that dime is cold she mine to hold, and she always down to ride in the field strippin niggaz check her out and i let it slide so they can see that ass, pull it back they see the brass me and her ain't married no papers your boy paid in cash i like rap, she heavy metal, she still my chick i keep her on a leash, just so i can pull her quick but she still mine, yup, Nina is my girl you don't wanna fuck wit me, i'll let Nina rock your world |
Been so uninspired to write, but when I do...
No-one can match the level of hype... nor have a clue to see, the unforeseen departure of my weaknesses. Speak to the heart of my soul... see through it's deepness.. Sleepless... eyes are open, know that the beat skips Heart melody relative to the symphonic element... The orchestra of the Human body composed through a letter it's Nothing, to be opposed ... oh, I know the roles Like an orchid rose pedal sweating droplets of ink down Functional to the brains pattern - harder to think now The momentum of the energy's up I think it's in sync now... I become one with myself; It's coming in link now Drink not to get drunk but to be wiser Looking at the eyes in disguise tries to put lies up Head tilted back with a face of spiritual absence Tapped the water vein of existence till' it collapses Spins on a axis, attracting from afar Resonated from hippies who've been desolate to a star See the Rose grow gradually & stem from it's noble roots.. Which explains in bold proof, I'm the growth it's exposed to. |
strangling bitches kickin out knees crackin faces
i never softened i'm always back in dark places slice ya throat tearin up your ACL slash ya thighs tear your back up incognito while i go past ya eyes evil thoughts hanging bitches and killing racists chop ya legs off and throw ya torso in chilling places Dice your body into pieces guessing where parts might land decapitate this motherfucker and put his head on the mic stand nobody is feeling you your reputation has decreased u tight? nah u like an old batman outfit made for the obese! i dont carry guns no need i'll hit u with a tazer with my knives, i'll cut u like unsharpened razors! locked and loaded makin the bitches bleed is just a reminda no fear cuz these faggots cant spit like havin dried up saliva relaxed mind state writin this shit i was stuck writers block carpel tunnel my wrist is gone wishin i could stop this clock dont point fingers, im gonna start bashin these liars not one to steal girls, not my fault shes spreading more than wildfires |
2010 ... and kats is still rapping 'bout gats?!
selling crack for fat stacks and don't live like that now these same dudes is wondering why the game's off track it's time to face facts... it's prolly cuz these lames is wack today's youth ...is too confused... they cant tell what's truth you want proof? track a rapper while he's leaving the booth see if all the seeds he planted in ya mind takes root where's the girls, cars, and drugs? ...the guns and loot? where the jewels at?... yo where that house on the hill with the pool at? yet you confuse that ..with a cool kat... how da fuck can you confuse that?! real recognize real but still others remain jaded believing bullshit accounts of how "so-and-so" made it there's a formula for gimmick emcees that are over-rated wackness created... payola pays it... and radio overplays it get ya minds right... cuz real emcees can speak "TO" the streets and spit heat without speaking about heat over beats! LET'S KEEP IT REALLY REAL IN 2010 AND STOP RAPPING ABOUT BULLSHIT, PEOPLE! THAT HARDCORE WANNA-BE GANGSTA SHYT IS DEAD! BE TRUE AND HONEST ABOUT WHO YOU ARE AND SHYT WILL SHINE THROUGH IN IT'S OWN LIGHT! STOP BEING A FOLLOWER! STOP TRYING TO BE HARD FOR YA BOYS! STOP PUTTING UP A FRONT WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE NORMALLY SOFTER THAN TWINKIE FILLINGS! RAP WHAT YOU KNOW! LEAVE ALL THE BULLSHYT FOR THE POSERS! GROW AS AN ARTIST AND VENTURE OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE! THAT'S WHAT REAL HIP-HOP WAS ABOUT.. CREATIVITY! |
So what can I say? I'm back in this bitch... The master of this, disaster coming after ya shit... Ya jewels, your watches, n ya chain get snatched from ya neck. Shit be like a beach party how rappers get wet. I'm a vet... like the net, so I have to connect... After ya death, I scribe n epitaph... in ya chest. No "Mark of Zorro"... shit. just you lying there, breathless. My iron here? reckless like a lion near breakfast. So try n steer'... next this, body count will be high as hell. N I 'excel' like Microsoft in this bitch with the rhyming shell... So why exhale? why you insist on living ya life... The minute I write I kill a motherfucker who ain't dealing it right... I ain't feeling ya hype... niggas are a lost cause with it. I'm flossing, big Boss Rick Ross with it.. Blah... bored as hell. |
dude.. give it up please
u rock so much dust I'm startin to sneeze its an ease to beast you - I'd hook ya chin that what you look like even after sips of voka & gin canna's old news..not getting radio play anymore he's getting f'ed over more often than a radio hore Vet .. please!!! tell you just kiddin man your honors display that last year u've been winnin man I'd rip up ya national anthem..u got hope, nah.. fag you'll be lookin redder than the candian's symbolic flag |
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unh...it's mr. i dont give a fuck,
k3 bitches...come and get cum, every time i rap i seem to get dumb but its probably just a trap i swear they Saw me kill sooooome, some pussy ass niggas, micheal jackson thriller...ain't no body chiller i got so much to preach but i still remain a sinner rappin aint a game but if it was i'd be the winner |
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^this nigga... anyways...
i spit for the fuck of it, yeah it's the kid son greedy wit it too, that's why i never give one i'm gettin twisted off liquor and some domestic shit that means it's homegrown, plus whatever i can get copped a bottle of somethin, already poppin it why do they call em perks if they make me feel the opposite whatever, ain't feelin clever, more to the head can't wait til i can't feel... or dead |
i'm a murderer
k3's a burglar run up in your house put the gun in your mouth bury you 6 feet deep to the south i swear you boys pussies...yall should wear a blouse money under couch flow's like trouts i mean like sharks i bite not bark choosin my roads like kids in a park makin that dough like im fuckin with starch k3 high like im fuckin them stars movin so fast like im ridin in cars ima east side banger mystery strangler im kind of like the best I rock a S on my chest |
Can't pretend wit' history or ever fathom it's road of peril...
My old apparel has gotten me on the old & narrow... That's old Dinero, fallen asleep on the train to go... Don't have a target in mind, I'm feeling my aim's is slow... Don't ever barter wit' critics all retarded for lyrics to such a high standard that you'd need a pilot to try lander'. This chit chatter, is nothing but tit n' tat for me. The higher echelon is a rhapsody... the leak's apparent like tampon's... going over MAX compacity. Pissing themselves... then call it orange juice for the faculty. Now back to thee'... slave trade, I call it Hip Hop in this day an age I stay amazed by the complete decaying phase.. |
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