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so cold
nigger like me i'm to dope for you to cope//
i put my dick in yo bitches mouth and watch her throat choke// my rhymes are like fire there too hot 4 summer time// every fucking day i'm getting mo money an busting a new rhyme// wake up in the morning to find my mac looking straight at ya// fronting like u thug, i got ya begging 4mercy u fucking wanksta// i told u bitch i got too much enemy's and only 1 real friend// my g called nine milli, ahh fuck it, its a 9 with two m's// |
my rhymes is so dope pot heads wanna smoke em
emcees wish they wrote them cuz these lines are so potent shit im the illest emcee there is but its not of your business you fucking kid im the shit, and you are shit thats the biz, i flypt the script i have a lot of gold chains so i can hit them on your brain |
Dope rhymes dawg I gottem all the time just like nines
Just readin one time might pale ya face like a sick mime I blow fire like Hindus, Yoga Flame kinda like Dhashlim Opposition I crush down Like gas pedals I mash 'em Moderators; Ill blast em. Web site construction aint rap Just cuz they can easily ban people dont make em all that |
I split lids and rip kids cause their just wack..
I flip scripts and spit sick ya better trust that... I bust caps inside my verse cause i spit diverse.. You can try to give me my second L but ya die first.. And I hurt every wack bitch that trys to tap this.. And the fact is....i'll never give up this rap biz... |
Yo, I'm the new guy on the block, running my mouth
I'll piss them all of, up North or down South You doubt my skills Well at least I can afford to pay bills Y'all broke ass bitches Make me laugh so hard, I'm in stitches |
flow so sick to cause you slit your wrist
i'll leave you paralize that you wont make a fist illness is well know as for me isane lyricist makes you beg on your knees proclaim me as the newest bestes newbie just how i be dropping vets and groupies |
yo yo
take it from me, i'm the hottest level emcee aint noone better, i got the cheddar never empty i'll rape the script let me get back into it my rap riveted, glorification every occupation's interested to get my style, to get my women, get a life that's shits all mine, i got the best lines, cocaine dealers call it sex by the type my record is wack as hell, done mean much to me fuck the luxury, i'll give it all back, for a son in front of me No abuse will bury you, so take a shovel in case cuz my flows so energised i do it while running in place |
all the chics want 4 ejaculation
all over they face from masterbation my flows are better than a public station my shyt is heard all round the nation u know im better just look at my creation i send emcees back to the plantation |
im so tight that i feel squeezed
with i enter the room bitches get on their knees emcees idolize me cuz of my fly rhymes im just that ill every time by and by so look when i spit u can just learn from it knock top block to urself? ive alrady done it |
yo yo yo... my name is Johnny-
I rap ya'll up like old salami! I sing, "ladee-dadee, cuz, don't noBODY spit tha shit as quick as i can, hittin ya, man... and... my opposition is bitchin that he sucks at demolition so he calls me up to destroy you wit ammunition! boo-ya! :) haha! |
I'm Dope like Drug Fiends smokin' Weed..
Cause even if I tried to Fail, I'd Still succeed.. Read my Stench, cause I know it's the shit.. People come to RB, just to copy n Paste my spits.. Call Me Ritz, Cause I'm one Ill-ass-Cracker.. I'll shut down this site, and I ain't no hacker.. |
im so tight im like virgins
when i punch i crack sternums emcees front, i just burn em way i smoke kids im like the emcee burner im so sure of this cuz i spit wicked never pre-written, through my teeth grinnen |
Like Phoenix's Sig, I'm on "The Rise"..
Guys wish they could be me and look through my eyes.. Smokin' through competition like Old Chevy Put-Puts.. I slay other Rappers wit my machete and Gut-guts.. And put people through Ruts like Male Deer.. When people see me Rappin' on the corners they know who to fear.. |
yeah im the best of the rest
thats why nobody ever contests if someone was me they would live thankfully i spit ill shit like i got a desease but i dont i just am good at rhyming. |
watch me pop these copied floppies
move away dont try to stop me im ill spittin ill written crazy known to kill kittens committin infinite sins cuz i cant make decisions teeth clenchin fist wrenchin when i see shits thats bitten step up and rep up then begin the hittin |
kid with the ultimate ego/ready to serve you all like he was lethal/like it was illegal/my minds concentrated more on glory than assumption/put all that to rest with my newest production/the greatest of the great to test this moment/cause i dont give a fuck what you say/I really do own it/ self glorified as my lyrics allow/ but thats all i can really say for right now/Im new to this site and this is my glory/ to all you dope writers this is still probably boring
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i never knew i'd give a fuck about rap/
until a lite clicked and mt mind just snapped/ i kicked a verse standing in front of some friends/ a little later, i was kickin' verses in a 'cades Benz/ right now i'm unstoppable, like the west nile virus/ 2 huge ass platinum earrings, like a fucken pirate/ pretty soon, i'll stop progressing like a secondary cell wall/ i'm already the best emcee, my rhymes never fail at all/ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Gay |
im the games best cause im spitting hard..
And this is where all my ripping starts.... Skipping heart..beats cause i hit that bad... Lyrics are like wife beaters giva ya back hand.. I spit ill and my hits kill cause i just slay peers.. Ya wins like the fountain of youth..i delay years.. |
So you wanna know what about me makes me fly?//The way I recite's like I consumed viruses to spit diseases to make all opposition die//and I aint gotta ask why//comp be actin' like they don't know//'cause my battle mode's too reminsicent of Helter Skelter not to let the brains blow//Peep how my name flows//I'm the Lyrical Yearn to Rhyme In Changing Oratorical Niches//who's spirit'll burn minds when arranging metaphorical scriptures//Quickly physically move yourself from out my warpath//or I'll lyrically literally beat you to death with even more wrath//then armaggedon's past and whatever it's future will have//Let's just face it//my mentality in this reality could make the Matrix look basic//Rhymin' after me could leave your skill's existence in danger of being erased, kid
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All these mutha fuckers
gotta hear me 4 is 15 seconds my flow is reckless, an everything i spit at turns 2 ashes passionatly whips da ass outa any rapper dat passes massivly givin alms 2 da rappa dat caused dis rapture 2 happen |
I'm the embodyment of mc's nightmares, a million times combined//
undefined, yet my verse stays continually intertwined// i split you with precision, deep into your vital organs// Smash your head like a pumpkin, just call me Billy Corgan// I reach out and inject you with a lethal dose of cyanide// Chalk in hand to mark the exact spot where you died// blah...........................dunno bout this one.....................oh well |
all things move in my direction
eventually reachin my perfection what I say is unprecidented note my created theories and legacies journey to death to inquire the question triumphantly die and reluctantly come back with the rest of black technology even at my pennicle I'm still acending to intellegence leave the world weak in a low abunance of MindKontrol |
im the only one in here who can say he's ill and still be honest/
they lie and have it on they concience/ hot shit i keep it at a constant/ ill rock any body/ pick a spot / pick a continent/ i walk around dick swinging without consequence/ they stutter and im confident/ my rymes all mine/ while he bought his/ ive raised game / and these fags aint brought shit/ |
dope?
why is everyone spittin how they dope is cuz they can spit you cant be dope by no other means and shit? the way i see it im dope cuz im recongnizable im dope in my relations and everything else applyable maybe someone thinks that all my rhymes are shit but they'll still think im dope, doper than they'd had ever seen fit |
nobody can stop me now, im on de top lookin down..
havin niggas sayin look at him now/ i made it, thru steps dats basic, the young goddly one.. but dont get it twisted im de jon gotti, cut up bodies one/ dis dun is hot, 1-2-3, punches.. im de best comin in, the rest gotta, come-thru-me, nigga, u gotta love it.. |
IM SPECTAKULAR CUZ EVEN IF I WAS A CARPET U STILL WOULDENT RUG ME/
NIGGA IM SUPERMAN, SWOOPING DOWN DECAPPATATING THE CHARTS SEE/ SO B JUS SIT THERE AND ALLOW ME 2 MALEST U WIT MY COCK JOHN CARPENTER ADAMS WOUDENT HAVE IT NO OTHER WAY SO FUCK A SOCK I TOLD U IM THE BEST, LEAVE THIS NEXT LINE IN REGRETS IM THE KING COUDENT TOUCH ME EVEN IF YOUS A ___________.. |
i am the epitome of mc
most complete of entitiy of street lyrics and poetry you can't roll wit me, i dont even roll, i bank roll thugs on salary , jus like me street hoes trickin out gladly p i m p but aint snoopin 50...only g's /grand design aggrandizizing freely..my disease AID absolutely inevitably Davi fucka G...try to be a D everybody wants to be like me...every body bites me..btu nobody feeds me..i am orignal....bitch..every word i speak is pivotal...i affect the world frm economics to political... shit lost my flow...o well |
im the captain of my team/ileave red high beams skeemed
never wanna race this jeen of maleens b so fuck up and send ya regrets 2 ya boss cuz watch as i toss him up and he flossed fuck im done,simple and plain i told u im god,rip this bitch off the stage |
ooh de godds here, bow down..
i..cause fear, now how/ cud u not say im at like de top of my game.. i spit cannons of bars, each is like a shot to yuh brain/ u leff unconcious in my reign.. bodies is motionless wit a open chest, quickly stopped in de frame... |
geezy the illest like enemic aids patients with sars/
cold with filling dreams and the screamin placement of bars/ the man on the moon sit alone facing to mars/ tracing the stars/ rap engineer like honda is to cars/ searchin for something like singles who wander into bars/ kinda lost like when ya wonder in the dark/ |
yo chek it.....
Fuk that yo .....chevy aint got nada on Jet'I'm the real Vette' Revin set's to levels leavin cat's oozin like fertil....Chia Pets- spit'in wit ill spit-claustraphobic-hitt'in flippin' an trippin~ No matter who im rippin.....I'm leave em wit nada but Straw sippin- Day's ahead...Breakin domes like im the antonym of sudafed- call it a riddle call it a ryhme but by the time u figure what said u dead- nuff said...carsonjet-back up in the game'to replace the name erased- in the proccess ima' leave quite a few herbs dis-placed in lower case- |
yo its me, the nastiest nigga on the scene/
rockin so much bling i shine like mr. clean/ i end lives n choose when to pause it/ im the only kid sellin shoes to rappers out of my closet/ the only nigga on the block with every kinda lex/ LS, GS, ES, LX, SC, and GX/ decked out with clips that leave u on the deck/ dont need a vest cuz i rock trophies on my neck/ but dont get me mistaken, i aint even black/ im straight up asian, but im still hung like shaq/ just cuz i rhyme tight other niggas cant stand me/ but its aight cuz ill eat ur bullets like mofuckin candy/ :shoot: |
My rhymes doper than crack rock, the new kid on the block/
but I aint marky mark, so get the fuck off my cock/ Mike Blaze blaze mics, cracka this aint a game/ Mike Blaze blaze cats leave they head in a daze/ Half you cats 13 year old white boys downloading porn/ But now that I'm here u cats'll wish u neva been born/ I'll rip through ya lyrics like a rich kid on christmas opening gifts/ So read up on how to write rhymes I wrote the book on this shit/ :thefinger |
Lake of originality in this thread ppls brains not being fed
My rhymes is not dope but like oil on water they float It's lying on the haitis deceased river the dead man's boat Only the uppin is reveresed cuz im elevated above ur head And you think about how can u b like me insominaic in bed But my shoes is unable to be filled so continue to be ill willed Because god graced me with the ability to be continually ill skilled |
these are nimrod's fillins...i come to sink ya shipment
but you's all womens and children...1st ya'll can all leave the buildin' you folk sad like Dylan...cuz the times they are a-changin' ya losin ya headz like Reagan...heimerz got ya memory fadin' leavin' nimrod's son reignin'...flip tha script, now abel did cain in my style be java, your flow is "basic"...i'm the dragon now, bitch, get ready to chase it you wasted...got crunk in debasement with antesceptic gotta vision a'me killin you like johnny depp did while you slept kid accept it...i was guided by voices ta mag out ya earwhig and smoke out ya spirit...with a pinch of that crib shit but you malignant...ya spits is a tumor that can't kill the patient d run a train on that ass like David Bowie...Station to Station:hump: them's the brakes son...and that's the windshield...to getcha lid peeled ya shitheel...my flow is a windmill...yo shit blow like pinwheels |
The name is G1ft definition of ill
i flow in violence n silence for recognition of skill i flow sick i aint tryna get coppied n robbed im tellin u i got bigger hits than mafia jobs makin easy money while i rob casinos got skill hotter than a jar of jalapenos I take my time battling while U get daughtered cuz i flow sicker than polluted water I got the fighting power of mr. clean and i got the freshness of Listerine Im growing faster then kids that drink milk wit vitiam D Im illest of all I rip up every concert in the NYC so follow me to no loyalness to my own colony sure i can make mistakes but i make no apologies im hot kids i leave burn scars like pepper sprayers i will rise to power like hitler in elevators |
High Class will Bye-pass, out-last and take impact
The Out-cast, with a sad-past, An Ill emcee to be exact I drink bear, great fear, and slap the fuck out of peers Battles I inter-fear, Cause I leap-years, and a loss to careers Im Drastic, extactic as I rap cases in plastic My flows stay Drastic and cause havoc, as my punches elastic Others better? Impossible, my flows are the rap logical Unstopable, Un-dropable, Spit heat but bring confort, im tropical Just know im better, High Class bring a variety of weather My head never sever, im High Class, plus my ass is to clever... Thats High Class you Mu-Fucka's!!! LOL ... That was Ill, Admit it... |
diabolical mastermind
comic book hero smashing trashed minds garbage compacted pig sties disposable bits of hits burnt up like sunshine recorded on my off time I clock times while you suck lines refined words worded together tightly each nightly session hardcore grammatical aggression the ultimate written weapon keepin the weak pressed to keep steppin illiterate idiot mic checkin the spoken word veteran retired re wired and born again special blend assortment when the sun strikes the horizon im performin come again? friend the end is over pack ya bags start walkin and watch the women stay jockin my styles pimp poppin pop lockin shaft outfit rockin no need for ackward talkin sloppy seconds i reckon fo those commercial rap shoppin rapbattles definate keep bony jaws droppin out.. |
yo god created me in the image of himself
how fuk was he supposed to know i was gonna live my life in hell every night we syphe an eL, So YoU might as well, Yell how my nine excel, 5-0 know I never touch a cell but its all Good even GOD understand im gonna get mine but im all hood u start with the man i let my lead shyne at bedtime, I count up my dough and call it bread time cheddar stacks, so fat, that they took out iraq and put them on the map and even my bitch is gangsta u wanna get me through mi chica shyll hit ya ass with the chrome kick back and take su vida and im tired of spittin its clear dont fuk wit me Cuz the grind that im livin is one of pure luxury |
Useless sayings. im like Cuttin~lanes, as long as broken~cranes...
Loose-your-brains, depleat-ya-vains, closin all routes, wit my wicked~ways Nightless days, im statin words that stay.... like catch-words. that phrase. Fools dismays, im crackin verterbrayz i should come with a warnin, like razor blades Wavin knifes, in shades... carryin.. dosia's... in my black assortment case I leave an illness tracee... like im spittin aids when i bust you gays |
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