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

That sounded like a diss buddy :laugh:

there is a diss the person above you

i meant that K-adik or watever

K-awdik****** whatever********

Shit net beef really ain't nothin'/
Smoke that reef, kiddy I'm puffin'/
Six lines the cypher king is back from dead/
Six times the sniper V has cracked ya head/
You really can't do the shit I do/
"You really Kill?" dude uh, yes I do/

My freestyle off tha hook,you other cats should hang it up.I lay niggas flat on tha ground,like a dick they can't get up.Get ya shit split up,I do my division pretty well,runnin tha confrence,playin NBA hoops in hell.You say my album won't sell,you right,I'm a cruise on tha charts.While you strugglin ta hold a job,I get bank jus ta start.And you jus a spark,I flame raps like blunts,niggas don't won't beef yall like babies wit no fronts.Pullin no stunts,I do action,all by my lonely,when I slap you over tha head it won't be wit black soxs hommie.No you know me,but you will soon enough and I don't never back down I don't know how ta bluff.

I rip katz leave them hurtin like they got tight.... fitted capz
Clip Ratz and kill any mc in sight..... that will spit somez Rapz
now fa real im sikk to deal wit shit..... i spit wit some wealth
Thought Ciggretes where bad for the health....but i relized it was myself


^^^^ To Sikk Bad fo ya health

im sick wit the flow n i dont need no reference
i tear u up in a battle or flow it dont matter ur preferance
i blow ya mind with my lyrical riddles
then eat you to pieces like u was a bag of skittles
im hot enough to burn the mic for ya information
heat it up to the point u get a nostril inflamation
i sit back n take a rip off that mary jane
n rap up the game wit a chain n let it reign
im not tryin to be vein/ im lettin my membrain drift insane
u dont want it wit me, i bring the pain
i pump out to much fire for your brain to sustain

elavate the rate of the the earth rate of people liven thats how sick shit gets when i'm spiten on the mic like a dj do it they call me the u.g cuss you be ripped like i'm a weapeon emcee's so gay like the tv show exept flip it starting the strate guy for the gay guys and he likes what he see's u be played out like a cd listin to too much just look you sook i took no pill to still be ill every emcee that battle's me dont no that floe's go wild file me in the xflies cuss im a misstory dis the glory naw just leave yawl gory

my life is like a toilet cause its full of shit sometimes.//
put my words on the net and niggaz steel my rhymes.//
boys put me in battle knowin ima be on top.//
last battle i had a nigga cryed to his pops.//
i take my time so i can go devostional.//
there aint no point of me rhymin if kids get emotional.//
ima rapper and niggas try to get me to sing.//
i'll kill any nigga and let a blind man watch the hole thing.//
so dont call me wrong when you know dat im right.//
like vergin girls dont ask just know dat im tight.//
niggas know not to test me cause a shoe will go to the hind.//
i'll snatch ya brains out cause battlin me ya out of ya mind.//
face facts either your wit me or against me.//
niggas say they dont like me but crews try to inlist me.//
go to war wit me and your swimin wit sharkes.//
dis fuse fa life and ima stay at a spark

I'm straight flowing showing depression opression agression
I'm agitated, aggravated, alienated I'm agile
I freestyle complx thoughts my flow is a beacon
Its beaming I'm creaming yeah so cheers hand me a chilled
Beer Peers are antagonizing, agonizing, In my hood
Its not all good free where ever I stood I got ambition
Got nutrition my ASIAN intutition Decended from
NEW JERSEY got a lot of ancestors in the Open Mic I'm a
Molester cuz these wack cats getting rap they gape
At my DEMO TAPE its animated created by me fool u
Getting fooled, schooled, ghouled my style is a rare
Baby bear everyone feeling it Its appealing revealing dealing
With special Topics not reall tropic just apprissing
Suprising an is arable and unstable

I pray to the Lord hoping he'll open heavens gates//
Letting me in, knowing I destroy emcees in 2.5 nano seconds into my day//
Hopscotching body to body Like Qbert mashing these squares//
Just as Happy as Buddy Love cause the fact is "I see nothing but air"//
I spit rhymes leaving Ghost in my Shells//
Reserved spirits on my belt saving them from an untimely hell//
Is it wrong for me to want to be sanctified//
Eating these squares like Wendy burgers w/ lemonade and fries//
I'm a threat Super Sized, Repping BK w/ the same vision in Biggies Eyes//
You rule the world like Pinky & Brain, I want the electric chair for emcees to fry/

one

Drunkness has occured...words beginnin to become slurrd/
On top of tha world....yah never seen ma type i'm absurd/
Vision begginin to become blurred... but keep movin onwards/
oVer all otha's im preferrd....outta this world bein transfered/
Ill....i belive yah missheard......superior is more tha word/
Tha most respected mc in ma parts and that is conferred/

Here I sit in Exile, chisel my face, profile,
I wish I could fake my death, leave this lifestyle,
cause this place I revile, I'm trapped, but meanwhile,
The world outside goes on without me,
my parents don't trust, they doubt me,
black van 'cross the street, stake-out me,

You claim to carry a gun, know how to use it?
I wish you would gimmie an excuse to lose it.
If your in the market for the best,
I'll paint a target on my chest,
with no vest, unlike the rest,
and if you're smart,
shoot me in the heart,
or thru the eyes 2 tha brain,
head to the barrel, end this reign of pain,
and the mark of my distain will be a bloodstain,
so redecorate the room in "brain-matter" grey,
have lil kids in the blood splatter, play,
and remember that it doesn't matter what you say

im sittin here lookin at this computer, thinkin
all these niggas raps is fuckin weak and.
it aint shit to do no one will battle me
i guess im to sweet why wont they batttle me
probully cuz my shit is vicious and putss niggas in despise
my shit tru most nigga shit is lies
its ok doe , i still murder em
im giveing you a lesson what im givein em

Why does everbody have to lie,that makes me want ot pull that trigger and makeem die.
Im only 13 and im white,I dont care if they think my rhymes are good enough cause I know they tight.
I aint gonna lie I roll wit a click,and I got a 6 inch dick.
All the hoes love me,when daddys start comein out dats when I flee.
All these ladies, want me to have there baby's.

but having babys equal shady ladies who make shit crazy
make your mind exploded as you travel down lifes road
but in reality your at the bottom of lifes commode
swalloing shit cause you white and you wanna spit
but thats it you never call it quits you keep spitting
elevate and come wit some hard shit thats hitting
and start leaving a trail of bodies of emcees who are missing
then they'll start wishing you come up missing cause there shit just aint hitten

Are you shaken? Rapping the best (stop right there) your mistaking,
Cuz a wannabe like you is over rating, that’s what happens
When you go home an start masturbating, because you have at
All like planetary, cause from your “friends to your lady"
All imaginary your probly so fat and lonely your
Name is probly drew Carey and your back is so hairy you
turn around and even Halloween aint that scary


your white right, you must be scared at night, cause when you wake up at the morning you start to cry, cause you lost your own f'n life caues it was my own knife that stuck it in you after last night, your over and say the same shit now its kinda funny "white pride" you lil' shit

nigga playin about spray in shit im not wasteng any clips hit point blank a full tank of gass to last the hole day well i unrole the grave list slash death check list that i check with my teck bitch you let your gurad down and rounds will supprise your eyes no lie gats in hand well i stand in the sadow of bigga nigga's but nothin a gat cant handle just another nigga on gods mantal

Nigga dont even know me, but he already makein theroy's.
Man u just mad cause i'm better,Bitch im starighgt from denhim.
And ill put a hole in u so big, It will make it look like the had to surgeicly remove cancer from a cig.
Now u jsut need to shut it, cause u just about over done it.
U prob cant even handle a gat, prob need the instruction's on a place mat.
Man im done I got to leave, u just made cause i better then u fuckin slave

I rip emcees new asses for talkin all dat shit//
Knowin when it comes down to one on one they callin they click//
Step to tha plate but dont step incorrectly//
Cuttin motha fuckahs head off for fuckin disrespectin me//
Murkin these hoes.........ole trifilin ass bitches//
Grimmy fucks love me when theyy take one glance at my riches//

one

yo mondo your flowws not cold you so faggit you walkaround saggen asken to put dick s in your asss hle you so much like the hoes i control talkin about all rip this about you rip that on you the only way you can use rip in sentce's if you say u.g ripped me

When I attack lines, I leave bloody bars-
I can give you 50 lines, thats 100 bars of slashes and scars-
Leave you looking like Freddy Crouger wit a opened mouth, but got sars-
Rap some real intelligent ish, like life on Mars-
Beat yo wack ass and knock you past stars=
You idiot, you lame excuse for a mc-
I freestlye off top, and you gotta write down, cause ya skill space is empty-
ANd simply I maybe one of the hottest on here quickly=
If so then what/WHO stops me from being the greatest-
No body, not even the latest=
B.I and 2(Tu) pac-
Know why=, Cause they gone, and I will prosper-
Dont giva a fuck if I battleground ya whole Roster-
A real non-stopper, round the clocker, wit a bad femme, bitches knocker=
On my side to hold me down and as I play around wit chu clowns, around town-
In open battle where I step in the ring and like Nelly it goes DOWN DOWN= baby-
THen yall niggihs start actin shady-
Jump stupid if you feeling froggy, cause I 2u can get crazy-
Kidnapp" ya baby, fuck, murder, then wrap ya lady-
THen take out the rest of the fam. wit misheddies and a 380-
Word round the block is niggihz aint seen you lately====

6:00 news, " A man and his family is murdered today, unexpectedly, the prosecuters have no witnesses. The family if 9 was brutally killed, but by who we have no lead.............

Yo im sick o these clowns think they got sumfin against me/
Imma make them see.... that i am an invisible Emcee/
I smoke cats like they were jus anotha blunt/
They be sayin they got bad blood....well then ya can suk on ma nuts/
Bitch you wanna battle......Yo i got more vocabulary then a game of scrabble/
i'll cut your neck open and eat out your adams apple/
Yo i spit toxic fluid...and leave you a waste/
You can't read my scriptz they don't even translate/
nobody can relate to tha things ma mind creates/
iT'S not ma fault yah jus don't compare but plz dun hate/
Yo watch wat ya say or ma finger might jus slip on this 38/

Man u aint shit so dont even talk dat, yea and when u comein for me u best be straped.
Cause niggas gettin on my nerves, hittin dem bitches wit big ass curves.
Yea and on da streets they call me Dime, and ever nigga know im straped wit a nine.
Why we got to sell crack to da kids sto get a proifit, to get why we got to robb it.