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Diss back to myself... ha...
Back to the drawin board and uppercuts liftin yours Take on e to the chest like crips on the vice lords My rhymes bring you to a stand still shock Bringin you pain is certain like life on crack pot Godly wit the platinum flows and my chains is gold Ya minds blown and ya cross hairs aim is gowne (gone) Speed past brothas without the best tires or porelli rubbers Not scared of the hot clug chuckas or no other Most times I'm writin but a god when talkin I fly wit the houston rockets towns see me often But when I blow up Im takin people wit me I'm seeking prospects to rap wit / and make histry (history) Call soar kaid out and get stepped on like corpses I'll skate on ya limbs like Jett and cam cord it I'm takin lessons from myself so I can stay real Kinda like hittin metal ya skills improve for the deal |
Might as well, the site is dead. Lets spice this up...
I'm gonna aim at your space ship that you came in Flyin through asteroids belts like I'm raiden My brothers in outer space don't lose sight of the power My lazer shoots at ten thousand miles per hour at you cowards Put a bandage on ya wound/ Like I said I'm handlin goons/ its all light work to me like sandles on the moon. My killers reside on planets wit guns./ we often partakin./ I'm hot like standin on the sun without my skin bakin I'm wit the family that don't care if we, / bust caps at ya ancient armor./ my raps prove that I'mma harder boss./ Like jesus christ our father dyin upon the holy cross like a martyr/ My space whips are from the 40th century/ The drink in my grip a sip of hennessey So trippped out I cant picka chick to sit wit me See the places of history within my subjective delivery / means to pause |
Freestyle!!!
If I can't cope / I'mma do dope the rest of yall won't see me less I lose hope/ The rocks can't do a three sixty round my neck I will shoot them choppers next till the slugs eject Loose leaf raps killin ya totin more than dillingers Do a lethal move wit my fist just like a monk killer If I keep a glass shard I can keep ya skills at bay Gettin good pay for cuttin you up like a flyin stray I mostly roam wit the bullets goin in ya dome I can't see you off but I can see you gowne (gone) The blue sparks out of the gats rough so I can't bluff I see you lookin for ya life homie thats tough! Brothas willin to be real which they place on they life But can't see the fools that pitch a kill on they wife I'mma tote the choppa like I have much to offer Opera // is what your gonna sing when I stomp ya /Uhh... I got the new way to put a dent in ya grill Brothas hope they winnin like they pro skill |
When I take a round wit the big clips.
I'mma short ya life if you don't lay down quick Ice cold gatorade dumped on ya back fa days Yes my quarter back gloves strapped for da game I'm bananas and I do double splits My man got 2 guns for them each to spit. I told ya, Ikeep a glock in ma jeans switch like 10 speeds half off the jaguar 12 V's prison scene aint cool but I'm still dumpin 5 shells the slugs hit then Imma be movin thru 5 jails Murda men set up shop for them to do it Broke they arms, folded em wit speed of the bullet Its hard in the city cuz death is plenty Poppin in broads wit an itch to shoot bottles of henny Know the cost of ya life on them frosted flakes Blow a slug in ya mouth and tell me how it tastes |
Double platinum
I move unnoticed / got weapons like a shogun Yeah / catch em asleep then I hit em while I'm rollin The post man / G's in my pockets and I'm ridin somethin stolen Oh! / Creep on em and I catch em in the open / The double glock cost me about a thousand / mouth open wolves comin cuz I'm howlin You soften than a muffin / I put in the oven Bread get buttered / but in the end you are nothin The bricks get coats on so the buildin holds up He's high cuz he be takin crack from bouldas (boulders) Uh! / You can catch me outside in a small porshe You trippin on my raps / like they all force Take these keys around / I would oblige more / Guess I'm ridin in a jaguar on all fours Lost in the street / like a weed head I'm about to flow life cuz I think we dead / means to pause |
I'm doin lost things / in a lost world
I payed the cost boy / like I bought curls I live it up homicidal for the cabbage I'm comin through smashin yo smarts like its smushed baggage I'm bout to throw yo brain out its complex Sad day for you ya gonna get conned next Slugs check frozen domes cuz you got an ice cap flows turn blue when I'm rhymin these ice raps Test me / I'll rock ya straight wit a black talon See my nature to control this gat to act violent Got rhymes that can still the ice in the sea Multiple clips cost 200 I'm just rightin the fee Wavin this copper cuz gangsta is way too gutterish Shoot a cap off then I let another spit / I'm the best cuz I kill outstanding brothas pride Lost cuz you can't see it in ya minds eye I keep magazines thats clipped to the guns barre'll (make it rhyme with pharrell) I been had the 'clips' homie ask pharrell yeah! |
you can't handle a gat , you's a transgendered trans Wyclef
The only ''guns'' you touched was your gay mans biceps You can't compete, I baffle creeps and any rap elite Heres your deadline; Quit!, ASAP you're weak! Yeah your raps unique, but doesnt go along with mainstream standards However, maybe you could get a deal with Adam Lambert When my aim is engaged I'll spit flames to his face He's the Terry Fox of raps, but he's too lame for this race. |
I remember my first rap.....pen, pad, cd player in my lap
Beast shit......you on the net talkin straps? With the word play of some toddlers skippin class Wait.... let's rewind and discuss the facts Talkin homo when you the one wit the semen on ur abs Lol I dunno..... one for old times sake. Deuces. |
I remember my first rap.....pen, pad, cd player in my lap
Beast shit......you on the net talkin straps? With the word play of some toddlers skippin class Wait.... let's rewind and discuss the facts Talkin homo when you the one wit the semen on ur abs Lol I dunno..... one for old times sake. Deuces. |
aww man... ok freestyle...
I aint wyclef or anybody else I'm a cross boy See me on that crack pedistal like I lost choice You could never see me fleets try to make treaties Go with the automatic cuz the gat gonna shoot freely But I aint talkin gats too much they down my word play Musta forgot that when I talk I'm eatin people like a parfeit (parfey) I been godly you seen the diction of the rap fission Perfect flows killin suckas quick like chain saw incisions Yall could never play the hard cat that like to bust back I say a couple words for the macks my raps aint lucky kids you can trust that I break em / I break em down to they chrome domes Asa mama lakem goin be your ring tone for ya camra phone ya little brothas is all yall is Yall kids might have chest plates but I'm splittin ya wigs |
Ideally imma chatter mouth jeweled up villain
See the bars floatin on the page rappin N chillin Drench ya with my gatorade till you are familia (familiar) Rustle up my old guage shootin like malitia's You don't know the way to rap fella lemme show ya Use your soul or your feelings throwin bo's like a boulda (boulder) Ia m real if you didn't know how its done I'll keep you till ya cramium is burned by the sun Rockin mics outta their dimentions so pay full attention I'm the god send fixin bridges like a good dentist You couldn't see me if ya glasses were government issue A couple people in my gang got the black pistols So I'm the crime lord bein loaved till I'm buggin I'll be shot across the face or burned in hells oven Its automatic bra / so like bulimics I'll cause self-static I'll be runnin head first like acrobats doin acrobatics |
Freestyle!!!
Im feeling the strain of a game totally played Rock guages at full aim as I blame kids that playin Stop sayin that Imma do this for ya schools Halt dudes from talkin bout fame and loot Brutes be on my shoulders somethin like a mass Pranksters be pullin gats bullets murderous fast Breakin past my limits gonna get em when I'm in it Flows right so yall goin mimick just as I finish Uhh... Mutual just like money to me that I love Guns shootin high get you hit by a slug Im a king so you gotta gimmie my throne Spit like a ruger so Im breakin critical bones A million dollars aint enough cuz I aint good for that Even for my sugery raps of fact that make hoods collapse I'm raw like stone crack / sniffed by quarter backs Techs be spittin at cats that hold them colder raps / For that dough I'm rollin like that creature on pillsbury Couldn't bury me if you were paul bearer of a cemetary yes / means to pause |
Im fenna take this game to another level
I'm on top of the game stayin way above ya level I'm in the street watch for a lane Yall ride but I'mma see you off into ya grave Poppin shots will get you smoked quicker than joints Rope around ya neck seein aint no provin a point These brothas aint seen what I'm capable of Jean will help you wit ya raps on paper because But see me in the hood man / own a sedan from choppin grams / see ya peeps can roll and be cool like ice land / uhh... You aint seen nothin yet till you got capped Big world so I can be wrong when I write raps Kill me never / got a heart fulla pride like a dough getta / Blocks walked on by kids that turn into dope fellas. No go-rillas / black dudes watch for the cold winter In a spot till I die makin these flows killa my main squad cant be stopped cuz the barrels we pop We aint rap artists we on the street fightin cops Talked to drug dealers told me to cop the sac's Got so high couldn't react to the rocks N crack Writin abou tht egame as I see fit to get the deal Doin the most as brothas get blinder from the loss of feel We are a dyin race with the basic sells You cope wil L's in ya face like flyin shells My aim is better when I weather my skills I'm smokin whatever when I'm writin the kills |
I'm surviving beyond all of the lethal light years
Techs be shootin heavily into ya chest make you cry tears My verbal contact stays catchin yo life wit pressure Vibes be flowin restin in the sky along wit my vectas (vectors) I might blast like a tech nine stop yo length like broke lines Take yo health behind closed doors in a house doin dope crimes My rhymes is the form of a written killer or messiah I speak wit powers like elementals then I steal yo fiya (fire) Born on the earth gettin high as a rap guy Get in front of the mack cries and get ya cap fried Your life is over as I draw back likea rough neck Flee as I dump next on the only one suspect Diamonds in the eve of summer behind its wake I'm wearin my wrist cuffs inside the skies embrace Whether or not you takin shots to the face I see you your entering heaven to the eternal saints |
Crazy this site is still here. R.I.P to '06... things have changed so much... 7 years? Dang son......
Came back in this rapforum cypher thing. HA... I won't be on this site doe... diff name, diff raps, diff game diff stats; overall diff, diff hits on the map! Peace RV~ |
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