Keystyle (freestyle) cypher
Drop your freestyles in here, dust off the keyboard and do your thing.
usual rules apply. |
damn, am I poisened by life or did I poisen life?
My home boys in strife for murdering with a toy knife rubber blade, mother says let the trouble graze past your head and behind you, never returning but I dig a whole so deep, hells close, forever im burning cleverly turning back and walking towards the future severly burning crack and stalking a lords disputes but Ill carry you on my back, to leave one set a foot prints throw you in a hole, I guess death is your prince blah |
we don't care so we lie steal and cheat
deceptful vegetarian on the low eating meat then denounce the butcher that gave that bitch her fair share i should've seen monster in the bitch before i let her in my lair just to bite the hand that feeds her, i feel like i need her i pretend it's my fault, but inside i wanna beat her with that rolled up newspaper and let her feel an inkling of the pain that can make a grown ass man feel like a weakling and a MARINE feel helpless... i thought forever meant forever but maybe i was being selfish... |
alertness blurting diversity with every syllable
pointedly pouring out prayers for the pitiful downtrodden, food rotten, cardboard living conditions cloudy turned rained on, hear this song and now know everything about me not likely try me, and ask me my favorite color purple, ask me how i can call my very own brother my nigga like i own him, well i do, i AM my brother's keeper i stared death in the face and watched them grim reaper blink, now what's next? all i have has been taken but i'm still me, and your boy is never breakin... |
basically she say to me, playfully, Satanly
that she get on her knees for some guy when she used to just pray for me but hey, it's still a good day, it's cool like a winter breeze my head runnin a thousand miles an hour, my heart negative ten degrees but i feel that shit thawin, and not from me gettin hot i'm over it like a bridge, or like the kids had started kickin pot to the curb this is the sweetest herb, this home grown recipe that murdered lovers for years and now it's infected me but the same can be put in capsule form, a hard pill to swallow but gettin rid of the bullshit means a better smellin tomorrow... |
im sippin n spittin n dis aint no writtin
im grippin on my soul...tryna stay livin n dis is my bizness, only chill wit da fittest i stay in bed all day cuz kemist da sickest n i dnt play games.......i only play riddles if u get my sayings then ur more than little spill more than skittles...cummin from da rainbow put me in da forest...u can see me play rambo there's no whip............but i wish i had a lambo i kill eavesdroppers.......................like dumbo |
my stack's be taller than dikembi mutumbo//
i like a bitch fat breasts and a rumproast// no i dont eat out, but i do fuck tho// and i get mouth like the piece// Get it? then i get out n hit the streets, so i can hu-stle// i need cheese like a mouse cat, quick like a mousetrap// if i didnt get it i'd b broke n shit// i got skills, muthafucker im supposed ta spit// ugly hoes so im so damn Ar-ro-gant// i tell em hold this n make em spit too, on my dick// then see how deep in her throat it gets// then stick it to her ovarehs// ovaries lol ^a lil bullshit keystyle lol |
alright...let me play dis like pianos man
let me gain sight to be da camera man see, i can make her pull down her pants n ima just dance like, im dat man yup, im dat man, u dnt gotta think twice just pass me da L n i'll beat da pussy right n i can do it too night n i love dem too tight n other niggas scared when they no it dnt bite im on myspace n its takin all my time let me end dis bitch n i'll cum back next time |
is this shit dyin? w/e, i got it...
it's an illusion, this all-inclusive dream of Americans selfish in nature, but we all are sharin them dreamin the same dream like me and the doctor King's in our own right, right the equivalent of proper but when our rights are stripped from us, what do we have left in this backwards world where good people are in debt to the taxers and whores, they even shared the table with our savior learning lessons but they fake it... give em a second alone with that very same table and they'll take it |
can't con the con-man or bullshit the bullshitter
force-feedin bullshit to our youth, no wonder they're bitter if you are what you eat, then what?, they ain't shit?, and it hurts worse than the insults after the hits and blows, i go toe-to-toe so my daughter won't have to and live by the gospels of Luke, John and Matthew that one day we might see a revelation, this dream we've been chasin becoming reality, a cure for this poor-scorned nation and actually believe the beliefs that they tell us we're all brothers in Christ, Semper Fidelis... |
do i thug? no question/clutch the wesson,u catchin tefs to the mid-section/whoever test my madness and method,u restin/injestin this verbal lethal injection to the intestines/spit on the blade,pull pins from grenades,u get stabbed in the gut and blown the fuck up,but hey/that's what an idiot get,go suck ya mommy tit,wallow in self-pity an shit/i'm from the city of bricks,bars,we spit bars,live behind em and get yard/
couple bars bored |
hard to fathom, a magnum up to your head to forget her
barrel cold against your temple as you're tuggin on the lever that might finally bring you piece of mind, *chuckle* or a few and i want to do it so bad, if you only knew how serious i was maybe you woldn't write me off faggot but it's kool, i know hard it is to kick a habit i've got a few myself, most of them considered bad like this . 45 i'm starin down, wanna pull the trigger bad but i'm afraid, not of death, but reincarnation all this bullshit over again, my heart still breakin and my life still shitty and my head still cluttered my near death experiences and the death of my mother i wish some of those "near" ones would've been a little closer anything, just anything, to make this life over... |
ya may say names blaze,im normal i remain sane
your not criminal just live in strangeways its not the same game i guess its too bad this MCs underground like tupac, just a new cat in the game that is spittin, your a new cat a pussy and a kittin plus you choose rats, screw that i stick to ma click quick, like a chick on a big dick the thing is, im not blowin up, guess its cause im english distinguish the fact that i bring this rockin and droppin im stoppin the men bad chest? il leave u in a coffin then thats not a threat its the murder prism im spurred to listen to words of the wisdom i learnt on missions, that verses figure the way that your life goes, and it might go onto a thin line like a tighrope and ya might joke about lifes hope verses big? my words are bigger yourshit bars make me regret the day i learnd to listen il murder for wealth, say murders triggerd i learnt that health is true to girls aswel so il havem all and fuck mother earth herself |
sinfull
as im crawlin on my knees threw these dirty city streets,
im makin my way threw drugs and sexual disease, rape and sodomy, a fallen economy, people killin other people just so they can be OG, you might say "THATS NOT ME", but open your eyes and see, that anyone who steals, lies, cheats or feels greed, is living sinfully, is living equally, amongst all the demons of this earth who roam free, doin as they please, doin what they want to, lifes not just an open door you can walk threw, you need to talk to, jesus christ my main dude king of the jews, king of all kings, cuz he rules over the earth and all things!!! :yeahthat: |
fuck it - I'm back, nut sac hanging out of my pants crevice...
a mass menace, using his tracks to harass tenants Plus the jury wasn't satisfied with the last sentence the Judge handed down to me so they're back to exact vengenace see my moniker is way beyond any monitor screen that I'm using... so I key keys because it seems to amusing to me when I'm fusing such a twisted description of logic any contradiction upon it is no competition to be honest so hows this site been since the dispurse of my last absense? besides the rap wackness the cats of replied back with? alot of syllables polished within non politcal knowledge behind president matters just false evidence evident after these cats wanna try and talk about more than irrelevant factors |
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