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im movin up in tha rankings/ and it feels good//
i love smoken and drankin/ is love all drugs// sorry guys, im really high right ow |
White boy from the suburbs, what I know?
I know this - just fucking goes to show Rap ain't all about "yo momma a ho" Bringing intelligence to this tired ole shit But if you pass the blunt I might still take a hit Sick of the debasement of rap, so I write rap in da basement You be slappin your ho while I work on my word placement My rhymin and flow are far from impeccable But still I aspire to greatness, nothing less is acceptable |
yo word plays and metaphor
whats it for a life thats his no more a shine gleamed, his rhymes seen a king is spent, followers hell bent all believe he'll return, to theirs souls will be scorn a life thats not his anymore, torn from life, ripped into slumber humbled the world lost a soldier, in a war against itself hypocritical to egotistical, metaphysical it all widdled us away take a guess who's this about? |
cerile u vocab got sum tight wordz,
but tell me do u no the difference between wordz n herbz, coz im feelin the site, but i cant get a battle its like tryin 2 start a fight in a church, wit a chance i'll kill any sittin duck shot off of the perch, im stoned as fuck rite now i look like the lerch, so were cousin IT! were the fuckin spliff i wanna another hit, shit i love keystyle, lets ur true shit flow 4 a lil while, if u dont like me nore my stylre set up a battle n let me go wild, but approch wit caution i'll av u runnin fearin an abortion, sombe cautious, coz im so fucked up rite now im feelin pritty nautious, my eyes are red, shit i gotta lay down this shit goin straight 2 my head, so were my bed??? |
lemme holla at yall...tell u wuts on my mind
yo im bein overestimated/by hos who'll neva make it/hatin cuz these niggas cant catch the flows i be makin / u neva spit a puchline not one time not clever at all/want a battle then be ghost when i call/chill on the sidelines holdin ya balls/im makin moves bitch im bout to giv oprah a call/smoke dope till i fall/and yall?/u niggas neva flashin wit da ice /u wack, yall could get slapped up on the mic/think u ill, why dont u giv battlin a try/cuz for real im prolly the best rapper on the site/ IM BEGGIN U PLEASE, PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE.......prove me wrong! Da Ntruda BITCH!! |
Why is it that i'm livin a life of misery//
literaly// No body in this world listen ta me// Every body dissin on me// Not only hurt'n my feelin's but physicaly// It feel's like this whole world is sitt'n on me// It feels like// It's at night// The times about eleven// Just only one more hour...till the world ends, it's called armagedon// Alot of us will go to hell...and less will go ta Heaven// And these people tryin ta destroy my life, I just won't let 'em// Them always tryin ta get the end of me// Their my one enemy// Cuz i'm tellin you dyin.....it just ain't ment for me// If i don't hurt you physicaly, I'll hurt you mentaly// Cuz after hurt'n me once......killin you is the penalty// But don't worry...in hell....you will still suffer endlesly// |
back in eighty-seven
brought by the devils of heaven, b'cuz angels only exist in our mind, but im one of a kind, no such thing as true samaritan, just peal a carrot' n' - think about gold, cus education is sold, think about a job higher up the rank, fill a gun with a blank, shoot it, time to recruit it- bullet soarin thru the air, s'like im watchin the matrix, cus bitch, I dont play tricks, I mame those to name, the fucks that squeese this trigger on innocent fagits, roll around in shit coverd in flies and maggits, yo, their m' targets, better fly before my ass gets - kicked - pollish this halo hanging from my horns, cus I'm a rose, but beware my thorns, cus I was born to brew up this shit, screw up and spew up this shit, cus I grew up and shit, and now I'm an advocit, and all I do it rap and shit, dont use violence, cus my lines - they hit, dont use silence - cus inside id split, i guess this is it, time to say goodbye, but i'll be back again, give it another pry, we'll c whats happenin, i geuss this over, but i'll contue rappin n' we'll continue this crap and then, when its truely finnished, and im done and dismissed, we'll see who's ass god has to kiss |
somebody battle me
im gettin tired of rap, the whole game is full of lame niggas/
your labels ascap is low so how all yall pullin the same figures/ im starting my own label so holla at your boy/ "criminal intent" we cuttin more hoes than pastor troy/ we fly pass detroit on our way to west coast/ you bite lines off my album claimin you use them just for quotes/ no ideas original you know how the saying go/ i got chicks in different states yall are chasin the same hoe/ but this is a battle forum so ima give you a reason to hassle me/ listen close cause this why your freestyles are out of key/ Ready... often m.cees'll try to battle me/ it often ends up in tragedy/ evil thoughts flow through your heart but still you are not as bad as me/ so where'd you get the audasity to bring this bullsh*t to my face/ im known to save lives like a seat belt and i keep you in your place/ so watch what you say to me, im known to flip/ my theme song game over dont try to front you know the sh*t |
all i do is chill on the block and freestyle
so watch how u walk cuase we will go wild like the thornberry my guns will go wild so stop tryin to immiate my style cause u only rhyming like a stop sign yup i took ya spot so sit back and recline well all the props u had well their mine girls waitin for my album like a well-fare check line so stop playing before u get wet wit nines imma bout to head up cuase i dont got alot of time |
sit back turn on the tv it aint hard to see me player/
bet it hurt your feelings to see my album in your sons cd player/ telling you bransons ill daddy i want his autograph/ cause im the kid that gets taking to court and laugh/ all these cats want from me is respect and money/ but cant hold a convo with me cause your checks are funny/ you got dave chapel figures my dollars more like bruce bruce/ touch my wieght you get left with a loose tooth....bitch |
i'm bored....so why not drop somethin?
Aight..If I come to your house, it's definitly to finish buisness. 'N if ya bitch is out her blouse, ya know this kid did it. Believe it -- I'm a heathen when it comes to gettin these bitches breathin Like they so loud that they silently screamin 'n the only way ya conceived it is cause ya ear's started bleedin Ahhhh....fuck it...i'm done. Gotta go. |
Yo:
I flash so many firearms you'd think I'm the U.S. Army base/ I cam from one reason, and thats to lace ya case worse than leatherface/ The time is now to shut the fuck up and listen/ The time is now to duck the fuck down due to the ammunition/ Please believe I ain't missen, I'm fresh my the kitchen/ From the Cali State, reppin worlwide/ Nobody can't escape, cause I'll wash ya up like the fuckin' low-tide/ |
mister...please proceed with caution//
i rep the sinister streets of stockton// you bleed 'cuz we delete ya offense// chunks of human meat?...we feed to coffins// believe i, if you'll believe anything in thy lifetime// we squeeze dry the teary eyed and subtract time from ya lifeline// those in the right mind, hide or catch blackeyes like in friday night prize fights// i supply nines to tikes and send 'em off on trikes to pull off my drive-bys// im just a skitso in a trenchcoat armed with sadistic charm and a pencil// psych!!! a different type of lead will carve in your mentals like it was art wit' a stencil// im harvestin' them jokes to ya kinfolk with sharpened insults over hard instrumentals// its detramental that i get dough, otherwise its simple...i get to slit throats// (sorry, folks.....im tired as fuck and just wanted to drop a quick freestyle.) keep up the good work fellow battlecats. one love. ......s.v. dangerous |
Today all niggaz rhyme bout is killin n' weapons...n' dey so slick they'll kill ya in less than 3 seconds...u from da ghetto? what kinda facts are those...that line is about as used out as dose corner hoes...u wanna hav a gun fight?...i'll shoot a few rhymes, n' hav u wishin i pulled da black nine...fuck all u fake as gangsta bitches...u aint nuttin u jus rats n' snitches..one look in my eyes i'll hav u pissin, so listen...i aint ya average G...i got fresh to death unseen ability...jus all ya'll bitch wont take the time to see...ya'll jus like fuck me, les see how u feel when i'm on ya t.v.
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hey everybody i know you were waiting to hear from me again/
since the last time i post i heard niggas hated on three on them/ but im back to reclaim my spot/ but im not here to tell you who the f**k i shot/ thats bullshit rap even though i did do it/ but i dont talk about it even though i been through/ no need to let my pass come back to haunt me/ im waiting for my future to catch up, im right here if you want me/ the rest of yall im about to lap, the jesse owens of this rap shit/ ill race you backwards spin around and do a backflip/ and thats just for practice, cause i have no competition/ so keep your mouth shut cause i have no time for bitchin/ you wanna complain, but you got more post than me/ mad cause your old and nowhere close to me/ who are you suppose to be, im jigga you jaz-o/ im runnin on a full tank and your a little bit gassed so/ im a race you down the road to success til you on E/ you cant live being yourself so you dying to be me/ mad cause you cant beat me, cause rappin is like a foot race/ long as you win nobody gives a damn where it took place/ long as first is the place you took, thats all that matters/ cause if you ray benzino then im marshall mathers/ so take a look at me, do i seem like the average rapper/ i look like a cat that'll send my animals after ya/ but ima stop cause these a bars of pain/ just remember i spit fire and my words'll char your brain |
char your brain i'm back again smackin wack ass rappers with my ball and chain call me sane but i'm far from it crazy like ozzy, it is I dren commeth with the wrath of a thousand comets crashin to earth drastic blasts from plastic packin gats towards wack transvestites on mics chokin on they first bite, too much to chew choose to spew up their life, lost in blood rub a dub dub in my tub cuz u gotta clean off the mud take drugs rape butts slap sluts blah blah blah
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...blah blah blah, dren's words blastin at u like a "sawed-off", and sid leaves u running to the doctor like "somethings wrong! *cough *cough", i'm sick in the mind like mason during that crime trying time after time to tell everyone he's fine, and i'll tell u what - if u can find all the body parts i've hidden, i'll totally confess to all those murders i've commited, but still won't be no evidence just like OJ "who did it?", I DID! THAT'S WHO! look out sid'll get u too!!!!!!!!!!
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My shits about weed, cause i believe everyone can relate to that...tell me what you think...
i pack in 3 bowls, plus a steam roll to get me started tokin with 4 friends, 2 of which have already smoked themselves retarted one dude takes hits to the head like a fuckin pro funny how he loves blunts yet he doesnt know how to roll another one chuggin bong water till he pukes shit and hits the floor while he chuggin, runnin hits till he cant smoke no more askin us to hit from his lung thats on the other side of the door fuck walkin that far, we want a lung, lets take yours so we bust open his chest while he finishing off his whole stash and we take out his left lung, cause his right lung has turned to ash bust a hole through the tube thats being used by guy 3 holdin up the cypher to write this rap, oh no wait that dudes me we got about 4 grams left, we need a weed runner "dont you mean 5 people, you included?"...i dont know this tree seems to be makin me dumber i cant see no more iv gotten so high my mind is burnin it feels like my heads on fire, and these vicatin tablets arent workin i already took 5 of them yet my mind still seems clear thats impossible, if i took that many pills i wouldnt be here so does that mean i cant die cause my chest is kinda hurtin someone quick get a ambulance and one of those heart surgeants so they cut me open to see what the problem seems to be and when they crack open my rib cage, all they find is green trees so the doc, the nurses and me included start tokin up and the surgeant gets so high, that he forgets to close me back up so im walkin around the streets with a chest full of green plants if you want some, hurry up and pay, cause this weed sells fast |
im bout to freestyle with no beat
i meen sit in the black darkness with no heat/ fuck ryhmin bout the broke ass streets i gotta step my bars up to get to a new me/ u betta step u weight up be cuase u ryhme like stop sign spittin at the contcrete/ before i make ya brain match wit ya teeth have u grabing ya gut while i blast at ya feet/ |
Even When I Freestyle Or Keystyle//
My Style Is Wild Meanwhile Yours A Mild// Not Even Spiced Up// Spice Your Life Up Or Get Sliced Up// Im Just Typeing As Quick As My Mind Spit// Sorry If Its Wack But I Still Spit That Hot Shit// So Stop It// Run Up On You For Your Profit Make You Drop Your Pockets// Let You Try And Run Pull Out The Strap And Cock It// Ready My Aims On Lock Kid// For Instance I Can Shoot From A Distance// Young Tips Never Miss// Always Sprayin Hot And Heavey// Word Play Is Deadly// Take Me As A Joke...please Nigga I Aint Friendly// I Got Gassed When I Went Threw And Seen The Word Cypher// You Can Say That Your Nice But Dawg Im So Much Nicer// Show The Wrist Im Quick To Snatch Your Wife// Said Her And Her Friend Wanna Play Roles As Dikes// And I Can Join They Yelling Out Loud "tips Jump In"// Rideing My Dick So Hard They Made My Mind Spin// Dont Get Gassed Like I Dont Get My Dick Wet....inigga Your Wilding// I Stay Fucking A Dime Peice Do If I Ever Smashed Stacey Dash....i Still Wouldnt Be Smileing// Cuz All The Pussys The Same// The Only Thing Differnt About Sexual Activitys Is When Thhere Head Gets In Between Your Lap And Start Giveing You Brains.........lol.......1 |
I hate clowns they pissin me off//
ill cut there throats and tear there heart out// im sick of these clowns they look better dead// wit a bullet in there head// :shoot: I want stop shooting// Till they look like shit// So when there parents get the news they wont reconize there kid// to bad i did// cause if that clown didnt mess around with my gat he be bak// before i shot him dead, i beat the fuck out of him// i smashed his head in with a golf club, so he didnt look like himself no more// he screamed like a bitch dats when i turned around and made him twitch// that clown started to cry// then i ripped out his eye// He begged me to stop thats when i took out my glock// not a REALLY Story so dont think im violent. I just ryhmin about stuff like that and if you dont like ill rap about teddy bears and rainbows lol |
Sliding down a rainbow teddy bear under my arm
Give it to the cutest girl I see and start working my charm I like furry animals so if you haven't shaved don't be alarmed lovin' adventures so if it's a jungle you still wont be harmed but if I cant find my way I'll rip a handful out with my palm screaming sets off rage don't trip ya better stay calm Fuck this daisy field lets go back to my castle Bend over in the dungeon while I whack you with paddles Lets get married I haven't seen a bitch for years Let me be the one to wipe away my cum with your tears Ok, that's cool just give me a bita head or your dead bleeding in a bed with red sheets she bit it instead |
Let me drop sumthin so i could get my posts up:
This B da fuccn RAM homie repazentin da Bean, Fuccn Mattapan homie It's da home of G'z, When chromies sneeze, God bless you and bring you home, Jesus is untouchable I'm da heir to his throne, I'll never die, Becuz I'll never be forgotten, My name ringz throughout tha South Side of Brockton, Throw shots if you want I ain't even a movin target, I been thru da fist fightsand shoot outs i'm still tickin, I had murda beef but peep look whos still livin, I'm a soldia of da street plus a ill nigga. |
look look look
I'm da kind of cat dat'll bury u quickly// If u scandalous and u try 2 gyp//1 E'erewhere i go people like 2 uplift// But u don't wanna b da only one who 4gets me//2 I'm at drift here// So much pain but only on da inside will i shed a tear//3 4th bar still goin' and i just can't stop// I'll put a end 2 u once dat boi shyt pop//4 |
fuck LK man, them niggihz aint shit yo, we'll do them kats man, furreal though, they think they the shit young, word bond!
Why niggihz wanna hate on my squad/ Not knowing they'll get dumped in the ride/ And fucked up by my squad, reppin LK pride// We nevah underestimate ourselves, we incredible/ Lyrikally I can spit and reknitt ya sweater fool/ Rhymes is like a sawed off blast fucka baretta dude/ LK comin thru make way, cause we bring more Drama then black women and KaySlay/ And when we come to drop God just cant save yo punkass today// Cause we runnin this shit like a fuckin leakin faucet/ I burn niggihz in battles then rinse it off, then toss it/ I'wn know about my squad, but i'wn worr bout niggihz that think they flossin/ Cause in the right light, they can get got while we bossin// Lyrikal Destruktion and I'm out right nah, holla atcha mans if hotter than I/// |
Out every liquor store, the sickest whores, fall to the quickest war..
man vs. drugs, they battle wit needles that they stick like swords// into their flesh, to achieve a high like mount olympus.. they need it right, to breathe just fine, and no doubts within em// a sinners sanction is the fact that noone knows theyre doin wrong.. so smoke fills up in em, til theyve bout become a human bong// starts losin charm, character and personality become a rarity.. distanced from society, wen injected, to a dream scene momentarily// it seems routine, for the oldest crack head or fiend, to have a head of steam.. but in the end it doesnt even matter, cuz theyre lead to a deam-// on and on the cycle repeats itself, with peeps who need sum help.. but cant find it until theyre out for the count, wen their knees are bent// damn, its so hard to find it, wen sumone is in need of help...... |
Listen it's late tomorrow gotta work to put food on my plate
atleast some alcohol in my blood, get her drunk and rape Kate Making so much money man it's fuckin' hilarious but dammit Works backbreaking I'm so warn out but I gotta make it gotta stay real and realise the worlds only what we made it I'll wake up tomorrow see the opertunity for cash and take it Goodnight and peace to all the MCs, rappers west to east North to South, die with nothing else have money atleast |
here it comes. ehm ehm
my backs killin me, maybe because im getin irritated// there are some wacks on these forums that should be hated// blatently wannabes, an excuse of a rapper thinks he's all that on the other side of the monitor// bastards probably wearin specks or even a dictionary thinkin he's a hard muthafucker// anyway, back in the old days where no internet shit textsyle goes// real 'freestyles' in street alleys, provokin chokers to hold their verse before they let 'go'// niggas wid 'afros' spit poison at 'homos' so that 'tomorrow's' 'low-down' gets better with sick 'flow' rhymes// freestyle's voluntary, you dont get a dime// only respect and dignity in mind// thers no point lookn up to those 'bling bling' rappers like '50 cent'// the real deal happens underground, worshippn fakers is a sin, you should repent// im done here, enough with my couple o' lines// maybe someone that reads this understands my mind// its not just 'rap', its fuckin poetry at its 'finest'// its in my blood to speak , though i gotta fuckin 'sinus'// ROFLMAO a bit over the top i thought. oh well.lol |
Yo check it... These verses I'm spreadin' are leavin cats worthless... But my life's not perfect, only lucky at spreadin' merkage I shoulde be werkin' on some shit not sittin' here smirken' I eat food by slurpin' through a straw, my mouth's hurtin' Sometimes I wonder why I do I do text verses by the numbers Werds rollin' like thunder, don' know how... ...But my lyrics leave rappers asunder... |
Thats whack, sho nuff, homebiscuit
Three guys discuss as they take a hit Tossin the bong around the catchers mit slowly fadin away, remeninising, in a pit |
Be chasin this crack money cuz my daughter is hungry,
And puffin my L's, So I could keep from gettin grumpy, Drunk till da time flies and pockets are fat, I done camped out on da block, Minus tha sleepin bag, And no tent, Just a liter bottle of water, So if cops run up we could swallow what we got on us, Throw it up or shit it out soon as I get shit back in order, In da kitchen mixin coke wit bakin soda and water, On da block high post dish and drive give and go, Make tha play then on my way dog that's just all, I handle my bizness like it's a game of basketball. |
nigga dont fuck wit me i'll take out ya crew
if u want war squad up and gatha the troops u need beef u cant come skinny like snoop cuz im comin hard like shaq to the hoop i spit with wit and supreme intellect im so raw... ...even bigfoot cant follow my footsteps |
Now i told niggas before
dat da flow hace color (spanish for "it's hot") niggas don't think i'm real til' i kick down they door "wave in da 4-4" have them down on all fours and u would think my rap name would be "drugs" cuz da flow is so "raw" and some niggaz on dis site is fallin like they walked in a room wit no floor and they haven't "affected" anything so wut wuz the "cause?" |
ima sucessful runaway
w/ the intent to just sit and stay no matta where i am or where im livin at that day @ first i was lost but now i am found @ first i was weak but now im standin my own ground duckin around a whole new town no longer runnin from gun sounds no longer fearin of my father of beatin me down im feelin free, im ready to fully enjoy my life now that im away from the problems im not afraid to begin to strive look at me and where im from also look at where im from from the ghetto to a trailor and from that trailor to the slums i've rapped about the future and ive rapped about the past but mostly about my father and how he used to beat my ass |
im'a spit this shit, straight hit this bitch/
chillin in my attic, right next 2 tha semi-automatic/ gonna shoot every nigga walkin up at me/ i'm tha bigga nigga straight trigga nigga/ pull tha trigga out comes a blank, makes u hop like mr.tigga./ this shit aint great, nah not talkin bout frosted flakes./ i'll slice ur throat n spill ya in one of da great lakes./ i'm end dis shit, cuz i wanna read another spit. |
y must i b hated//debated,on which i do//when will dese niggaz get any kind of a clue//dat i do wat i wanna cause i'm still//i'll move in2 da white house if i wanted and nigga dats real//
i kno its shitty.... |
a good man
ayo,im sittin here,thinkin of something to spit
how bout dis chick im tryina date,but she aint havin it i think its cause the people i chill wit are disrespectful but shyte its her lost,she'll be feelin regretfull cause to be honest im really a nice dude and a freak when you need to get in the mood im down fo whateva,except that gay shyte now thats just some shyte i cant fuck wit other then that im open for all suggestions alwayz havin an answer for all ya questions but she wont open up,and let me in she says dating me is like dating a sin but yo i dont see where she gets that from nice dude,fresh clothes,aint hardly a bum yeah imma hustla,yeah imma cuddler i'll be ya rican teddy bear,its not fair,im not rushin her just tryina let her know she lettin a good man go if i cant have her,den i'll just be chillin solo lol...just a lil some-some on how i feel bout dis mami im tryina get wit |
Im the kinda kid thata "smack" ya "bak" for talking "crap"... n leave the blood dripping faster than a flooded "tap"... y pretend im "strapped"??.. I aint built to "elapse"... I aint gunna "collapse".. so if u wanna fight, we can either use fists or "raps"..//
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niggaz say marv suck nah y i always keep my ryhmes repeated-
im da fukkin best on dis "site" but dudes is 2 "blind" da "see" it- look at all dez corny ass rapper's is hype but mean while- u niggaz "pay" ghost writer's just da type ya "Free style's"- ya'll know jay his gat a blast,i know need money & i aint gon et dat in dat class- so i was gettin "shady" on da block puttin "yayo" in dem bottles "after-math"- dudes is dumb talkin bout havin a rocket by da waist,i'll start popin at ya face- da mod of dis cypher said 10 pages & datz it but after he see dis he stopin it at 8- GON |
I'm a junior in high school, makin' millions, runnin' down the street firin' on civillians/
Of all rappers who you think gets the most, pussy, that would be me, here in the bed/ Y'all who boast better toast your champaine to me, cuz I'm getting head from yo gurl in ya bed/ Campain for me, runnin' for president at age 16, 5'9" eyes that gleam, you heard of me/ But your not concernin' me, quit y'all bitchin', Your cheesy as mac & chesse/ I just thought I would mention, while ya bitch got her whip out, ya 'bout to flip out/ I got my bitch out, and the grips out, she got my dick out, "That's Huge!" Is what my bitch shout/ I was bored... i kno is suck... but oh well...lol |
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