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YOU AGAIIN.........
your verses are terriblle i never read thru them...... ya bars are like pprostitues readers jus say screw em.... i mean i hope you be freestyle-n cus if thats a written.... you need to be taken down like j-reid did dwyane gittens... but ill play god and slay this rapper imposter... have dis boi part of the forgotten like jodi foster.... you looser then a white girl cush during spring break.... ya names ransum from being kidnapped and raped as an inmate... i mean your metaphors are corny some hit hard when worded right... but if i was you id post an I NEED Help link for some insight.... and then everyone would write....... not to be mean but get the fuck outtah here and put down da MIC.... cuz im tired of you waistin fee post space on the RV Site!!!! |
Ransum is free, cuz he ain't worth the note i wrote it on
your chick would swallow if she could, but instead it's an hour choke-a-thon this pussy's already fucked so i don't gotta pipe you you should check yourself, i mean come on, even God don't like you! and when i kill u gonna have to crawl your ass to hell forget my sig, in heaven there's no such thing as "don't ask, don't tell" it ain't love but good lovin how i'm stickin all the hoes well at least you love yourself, just stick to what you know... |
no need for calling out names but im about to killy ou birds with 1 stone...
you aint shit why go agenist ya paps ever since i left ya moms i've been hearing you complain non-stop must want the nine to pop and leave ya liver on the ground like rotten meat look at ya hoe clocking me, bust'in nuts on ya black shirt and make her rock the tee i cock back and start pop'in 3 like larry bird in hes prime you ez im hard... why you think you can verse mines? i curse ya mind and smash ya... watch... like i broke hes time you bogus and i notice it aint skill's but traffic tickets only time u was FINE your flow below simple, i'll X you out like im closeing the window im holding ya bimbo you called moms and whoreing the nypho blood pour throu ya dimples, im flooring ya temple ignoring the signal an have T.V worst murder going to present you you cant go for my title, im hunt'ing my rival so ya next sad poem link i'll say still UN-TITLED my lyrics is vidal im rip'ing ya spinal better hope the spirit behind you, or the morge is where u'll visit u'r kind to....MOTHER FUCKAH.... YOU CANT FUCK WITH ME... WHAT IT DO?? DO WHAT YA DO BUT STAY OUTTA MY FUCKING WAY.... |
i laugh everytime i see you post in here....
proof read ya lines before you back them wit confidence your flow is considered pussy willow not dominance you talk as if you king round here and demand respect one slice to ya neck is the only bow you'd ever get slap ya self maybe then you will realize you need work put a sign over ya name(need help)like a bum that needs work you need church cuz since birth you been negative in worth i hate to burst ya bubble but from my view ya rap career is n trouble :wtf: thats my face when i read sum of your post world worst rappers,you have experience so you can b host im not even sendin you punches but you taken on cuts....... so i suggest you roll wit protection like condoms to sluts |
^^^ time to whore this fuckah...
im confused with this fuckah, with hes life, words, and rhymes trying to give out advice yet have a worst record then mines.... LOL this time i aint about to get lyrical just stoping ya from floss'in im'a make him say I LOVE NEW YORK, when i knock'em out the ring like chance verse bosten.... an no offense but boston state is cool but i bet they reject-this fool.... from rep'in when hes weak as fuck yet hes sig say extensive?.... i present this kid with a chance to leave now, or i'll keep shiting on him till strobe stop us cuz he's no match, he's verse i'll never show like it got a pop-up-blocka.... so go to sleep cuz hes a fool, he drop flows only when he drull's an i know its crewl, but compareing us is like miami heat vs the bull's.... you a dick for thinking i dont stand a chance, cuz odviously now they seating watching the rest of the playoffs i have no boss so when i start i'll never lay-off, cuz when its hot outside... RANSUM automatic like a water gun fight the way It spray-off.... and dont come back talking shit still trying to give some advice miss-leading these heads cuz like a internet stalker he'll keep reply about the same shit...you can read about it throu the previous thread.... believe me hes dead, he'll never return after this like an open game for the wrong consule some pray he'll live... cuz my bullets like TEETH and he about to get a MOUTH FULL... MOTHER FUCKAH..... AND ITS LIKE THAT... you none rapp'in basterd... work on ya flow, punches, creativeness... niggas just work on everything before talking shit to me..... BITCH.... 1/one/uno |
Finally you come decent.......
First off its BOSTON not bosten you illiterate fuck....... ima have you dead and still like ya screen is froze and stuck for some reason you think you got skillz get ya mind right please..... cuz da way you post long ass verses i shld charge you overdraft fees... i'll murder you fam kill my self then tortue you in hell for eternity then when you reserect have my peole kill ya birth mom durin maternity creativity is what you yearn for kidd peep my lyrical intent my flow is like child supprot if you dont pay ya life is my garnishment my structure is off but it still flows wit promise your liked on Rv like when nas put out nastradamus.. :thefinger double fuck you ransum i wouldnt grant god a figure kidnapp you like they did mitchs lil bro and send back ya finger(paid in full) ima call this a holiday of an ass woopin like what de la hoya will incounter your only worth 99 cents kidd you not worth my penny on the counter... keep talkin greasy you know a battle is only to cum..... ill make sure your dead and X'd like they did Malcom.... fuck off lil one befoe i mash you out get ya shit together before you post against me bitch, befoe i pay you off Ransum............ |
what's the outcome? you in a casket, slashed in a dirt case appointed king of the hill ever since I've mastered the earth race came back to the planet and snatched a mechanics tool from the side of his holster and burned every individual living like bread on high in the toaster No wonder whenever you have a show they put you to the side of the poster nobody sees cuz you wouldn't "sell out" being fucking live in their culture! go back to rhyming words and putting ( - ) <-- these dashes betweeen it like it's going save your wack ass from surviving the vultures!!!!! i went in a convience store, naked and dabbled a few hands robbed the owner with a frozen sausage i grabbed from his foodstand! you fucking douchebags couldn't be on the level that I'm at if you went to Heaven and asked God to push the Bezel of timeback! hitchhiked a ride from a caravan that had a tire with no air so I stuck a knive in his whole spare and left it WITH FIVE FLATS! I'm back, 3 piece suit and a novelty sized hat from most of these wise acts, loosing their touch to make me depise rap |
lookin at faces of war until the both of my eyes crack hiding from the secrets of societys prized traps alot of rappers in here just like to defy facts and spit about garbage in the hopes to be live cats I guess you can say the rest of them stay to become deep in their retched lies until that podium falls down and theirs nothing left but to testify it's either that or sit in that metal chair all electrified from the shocks of million bolts hitting your flesh alive! until you come out of that blaze with a body so extra fried to the degree of pain forcing it'self from the pressure drive It's a gamblin' life you have to handle and fight What I say is truth but for the people that don't understand it kind've seems like I'm rambling right? I don't blame you, I'm at a certain age where I've grown pass it Sitting in a room with posters of cd's and old classics The higher class citizen view on hiphop is so flacid Piracys alive and causes records to go plastic! - sorry, had to drop two pieces...have so much writing in me. |
ransum... why not?
i got a lil name, so i expect that some cats might hate but don't play yourself, even rv thinks you're a light weight another name on the list of dudes i ran thru, nah fuck it, forget em joke about my poetry all you want but i bet that you read em and if u weren't a complete ass maybe you might even like it if you take a couple english courses to fix your grammer man, you might even try it and instead of carrying yourself as a dick, you might even hide it then drop something claiming that you're the shit and someone might even buy it... |
chip's is something you need in life
and from the look of this, u wouldnt be half of me if you lived life twice you not nice so dont think we hate'in but when i engage my bullets u'll get drop single like u didnt want to be date'in stop fake'in aint nobody impress with ya skills you wouldnt be on top if the number 1 spot was something to build act like you real an face off with my steel that'll chip ya flesh off and left for the dogs to meal for-real lets think about what you acomplish so far in here? u always need extension like hair and still couldnt have a shot with rum and a beer you dumb as fuck what 2 idiots fuck and made you if it was a dear they should of played you, where ya grandparent ran in and told them to behave u to hes a lame dude, from the rich kids who think they gangsta with color stain shoes you couldnt stop me in my act if you pictured of my brain view when it comes to dumbnest he the only one who has it cuz he wanted to toss gang sign up so bad, he took sign lanuage class..... MOTHER FUCKAH you gotta be stupid from trying to come at me.... stay in ya place little man.... you not fucking with me.. |
i roll haters up like mary j, then put there seeds(kids)/
under dirt like i was growin' more weed/ 17 out the don city, hardcore, i get it honestly/ worth so much till harmin' me a get'chu charged for larsony/ partin' me i (w)rap tighter than a cd's plastic cover/ get old and young groupies, so you can ask your daughter or mother/ about how i get down back stage, get paid/ and put the cock so far up in 'em, it be pokin' out there ribcage/ i'm inraged but somehow this keystyle is an outrage/ roll on your block and leave spots emply(baldspot) like an inside out fade/ so i suggest you get'cha cake and your lyrical taste up/ cuz half this verses LINES prolly went over your HEAD like JD's shape up/ but i can only blame mainstream hiphop on the radio/ but lyricism is back so i had to let' 'em know/ STAMP. |
oh snap,i aint know this was a diss cypher, well its on,
cannabars, i'm like the number2 get it? above ur name/ or the S***, but i'll PISS you off & get'chu pissed on ain't nobody as lame/ unless i'm talkin' bout chips, i'll get'chu LAID(lays) like FRITO's, man/ but not sex unless i sale ur lil ass to mike jackson, you'd be COOL on the RANCH/(dorito's) cannnabars is the type to go to jail with a plan/ dude prolly earned his name by takin' bars(dicks) in the can(cell)/ and with a name like ransum it'll make prison fags call you handsome/ earned ur name too, cuz when it comes to cocks, in ur ass they've ran some/ all up and thru it, you'd suck 'em off at random/ and when it came to jobs you'd hand them(handjobs)/ and far as rizo bein' a god! homie please/ all you got in common wit' it is every night you make men get on there knees/ but they ain't prayin' for forgiveness, i just ripped this/ so holla back for a real battle, let me end this. |
you not readyf or real battles,
cuz punches i'll lay you on the floor like my shadow i read ya piece of shit verse and it gave me a hunch kid that u a homo... since all you had was gay-punches you know alot about being gay, shit.. not even god can get you saved best to prep ya grave....cuz i'll have you jump in-it like you wanted to be layd ya rap skills like a fat-man jumping rope... you'll only go but so far wanted to be rolling on dub's...so i ran him ova with 20 inch rims in a stolen car quit stooling par, u'll soon run out of bars like escapeing feloney's but run into my automatic thats playing your tune and melady peep said you was aight! but ya NOT... SO Fuck what they was telling me you did noting but show us u'r old school like playing jeperdy playing why step to me?, should of keep ya mouth shut about a ransum i'll blam'em choping him up and can'em, an have ya moms crying like..you should of RAN-SON... MOTHER FUCKAH.... KEEP MY NAME OUTTA YA MOUTH AND BARS BEFORE WE'LL NEED a WHOLE HOSPITOL TEAM TO COUNT YA SCARS....BITCH... |
much respect. but do you wanna battle in the frontlines? this should be good. @ ransum
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word much respect kid i dig ya verse ya not that bad...
so yea go ahead and set up a battle this should be intresting... |
That shit aint gon be intresting... why? I've awready seen tha bitch in him
And You to, Tha Whole Site I see tha bitch in them And I heard you was gay how you runnin wit ya bitches man Chosen tha Prince is rippin him, I am Sin battle? aint no chance of you rippin him |
young sin, sendin' some sucker shit, she soft,bummy bitch bluffin' it
whats up wit' this, thinkin' that, this thoroughbred ain't up on it young sin is a whore in my mind check dudes profile, why you puttin' racy pics of your momma online/ yeah she fine right there/ spreadin' her legs tryna let her puss collect the nut that i left on her chair/ you a sick fag the kind to watch me do her, hiding under the stairs/ peakin' around the corner youngin' tryna get him a stare/ i would lyrically leave your ass bare, but'chu can't bare it/ so youngin' i'm a just leave it right there. |
Yea Don Got Punchlines Yea tha Boy Goes~Off
But Check His Record aint I tha One Tha Dealt You Ya First Lost???????????????? Nuff Said hahahaha |
no need for effort agenist this useless peasent
young sin, is living proof that pass retarts can effect the present i deflick ya weak punches and sending back with hay-makers if my finger tips was pussys and he push the keys he still couldnt rape-us this rookie wack trash garbage all balled in one, ya soft so when the 4 put a hole in one i aint playing golf..... mother fuckah.... |
I dont see why MC's are dissin' wit horrible submission....
Not realizing they are gettin' torn from there own diss'n... I'm just pissin' myself laughin' at these clowns, I got to pee now... When I get back maybe they'll stop droppin those lines so Senial.... |
i feel like im the best there no contest and im a keep going till the death
i wear no vest go out to war stress in hopes god can put me back with my man that rest (R.I.P) alot dude wanna test but they never have the answer i feel like cancer now a days i party with guns while i look at hoes who wanna be booty dancer i take my chances when i sip glasses that hold liquer im old fashion always ready for the dimes that want quick mashing without the passion i give complet satitfaction when i brake the oz down to fraction i gotta keep going and never slow down, i always keep the silencer with no sound i hold no bound never smile but hold frowns cuz im tierd of dealing with these clowns all they want is your hard work and money playing me like a dummy your real crummy for trying to take what i earn from me thats why i have no heart to those who i feel wasnt around from the start you can take my man away but never take our freinds and memories apart thats why i try to stay sharp carry guns and always ready to spark stay awar from the snitches who talk to norc and just drink bacardi dark and play ball and be happy im still alive and try to keep hes name alive i will servive no matter how hard is the strive cuz one day me and death will collide never be attemptd sueacid i hold to much pride and got a kid to live for always wanted to make it a rap but now i got more to live for usta use hoes for cash and ass guraduate on her face then pass it on to the rest of the class we a group sorda like a trop who we love to shot for what we believe in finally at last we do what we wanna, think about where we came from and who we lost but we know they really aint no goner i make these song up for peep to understand who i am and not trying to be thats why till the death i remember my best friend and cry while i scream hes name I LOVE YOU TEE... NO FUCKING HOMO..... R.I.P to my man who passed away due to the crime in NYC BRONX JAROME AVE TRACY TOWERS MOSHUKU PARK WAY 4 TRAIN D TRAIN, BX 1 BX 2 BX 10 BX 28 BUSES.... IM A KEEP SIPING THIS LIQUER FOR YOU MY NIGGA!!! IM AKEEP REPING YA NAME FOR YOU MY NIGGA!!!! IM A KEEP LOVING WHAT YOU DID FOR ME WHEN YOU HAD MY BACK WHEN I GOT STAB AND OTHER SO CALLED FRIEND RAN LIKE PUSSY I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU MY NIGGA MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER MY ROLE MODLE MY FAMILY...... T.T.M MISS YOU AND ALWAYS THINK ABOUT YOU... JURRASIC PARK ENTERTAINMENT GONNA BLOW UP JUST FOR YOU... WE STILL BLASTIN THOSE MIX TAPE WE MADE BACK IN THE DAYS MY NIGGA WE'LL NEVER LIVE YOU DOWN... I HOPE YOU PROUD OF US MY NIGG.. I KNOW YOU LOOKING DOWN AT ME I FEEL YOU, I SENSE YOU AROUND.... TILL WE MEET UP AGAIN 1DAY MY NIG..... T.T.M, DX SUCK IT, JURRASIC PARK ENTERTAINMENT WE HERE..... |
hahah...don dissin' me.? i ate niggas that ate niggas like you...check it..
text me, circulating they hip hop apprentices let's see Cannabarz - top of the line where most of the vets be It's about time that most of these RV faggots respect C or the adams apple right in their neck is getting a fresh squeeze it's kind've funny Don would ever try to direct siege towards Cannabarz and end up like Christopher Bale in the PRESTIGE! As far as I'm concerned Don your nothing more than a textcee whos skills are not even locally recognized by the best G's Faggot - i could break you apart n leave each bone in your flesh siezed wind beneath my wings? - you'll be lucky enough to be in the next breeze!! Rapverse douchbags need their fucking feelings in check please and stop using my name as an outlet for you to express keys Cannabarz is hip hops very own version of Gretski with a hockey stick for any young faggot innit to test these can will always remain raw, you wouldn't be "born buzzin" if the doctor who delivered you cut your cord with a chain saw!! so what you expect bitch? your even worse in this text shit how am I getting dissed by the 05 version of rexless? the only time you'd have somthing popping off was leaving this site and getting a luxury house next to your Ex's... Ransum critiqued you in pity, you can forfeit still.. or have your Jaw smashed until it's resembling Norbit's grill It's no question if asked, yack would probably be gay IN the lobby of some cracked down apartment offering BJ's your fucking awkward with keys..PRAY! we both have punches but i got "mines, under control/ minds under control" like a psychic talking to JEAN GRAY! found this little faggot's body in a hospital decayed because he tried to sign to interscope and Iovine threw him off of a freeway!!! [/i] |
now back to the regular scheduled program.... the cannibalistic, the only man with a animal instinct... the blood is only pure when the tip of my mandible drinks it damn fanatics rushing every open passage to get international access to the masses of the what Hannibal thinks if, the intruder of rap trys to manuever it back to the dark side, gets hit with the blade until the vital cords in it's heart slide DNA mixed with the scent of dangerous shark hide with evidence of body parts on every page in the archives I'm laughing at weak hoes who have to traffic their geekmode Cannabarz is on a level you couldn't access with cheatcodes a freak in the game, keeping streaks in the chain holy been deep in the fame peepin the people I've slain slowly |
You'll live ya darkest times when the kid is sparkin' lines
I got a college graduate flow, yall got kindergarten rhymes I'm so true, taking it back to hip-hop before '02 when emcees were real, not rapping shit they don't do Claiming they bust guns, not changing the game's whole view and when the fans buy their albums, they're so blue So I came back to save rap, the Jordan of lyricals if Nas said "Hip Hop Is Dead", guess I'm performin' a miracle The game now? Rotten to the core of it's physical I'm just giving it a more glorious visual There's no more talk about whose important to listen to I'm back! Faime S, one raw individual. |
watch the image grow, from the fucking rhythm of written flow armeggedon goes off just as soon as the sound of the whistle goes top of my game with the vocal power of mysticals if Hip Hops on it's crush than Cannabarz is under the mistle toe sick of those, read em repeat freedom of speech writers who need to be freaks just to redeemfully reach fires inspiring pain through the hire acclaims where the empire remains of superstars who retired their chains and it's back to the block now with the capitol lock down and the streets of anycity is just an actual cop town and I ain't packing the heat but cats advocate deep violence and clap but most of authority rappers will keep silent |
a wake up keystyle Diss to cannabars WHY NOT....
these emcee all got the same shit to say... a whole bounch of old punches shot leave'em in wheel chairs while i brake they mom back an leave'em on cruches cant no-one touch this and i'll never had my BACK-DOWN.... unless im sleeping fagets always creeping but they get floord for a ez sweaping shot i'll fire only time this fool thought about jump'ing off so all these old fashion diss's are more gay then geting cought hump'in bra's im stomping hard, gun cock pop'in and smashing ya guard time for some trashin, like ya pen paper and the rest of ya bars confess im the god and you just studying my books of elements all ya verse still i'll be wack if ya paid ya ghost writer with a check from settlement you wanna be me? but i'll fold ya, you better?.. thought i told ya with ya hottest cd... im like the cover plus the cd folder... im all ova ya an remain on the top while all ya so called grateness flop , god-danm you drop bullshit non-stop but i give you props kid cuz i wouldnt never relize how grate i am fuck brooklyn and i dont mean jay-z, biggie, or fabolous... aint none of them attack me i mean cannabars.... the only one who think he's the PRO-ACTIVE that can clear me out like acney (pimples) bet he wanna do a track...so i wrote a verse and he ran off for the track meet like sacilion pizza ya better stack chesse, an like ex lovers stop cuming at me before we blow up and battle, but i'll have my verse done in minutes he'll never show to battle so fuck ya snake moves you think that'll leave me rattle, cuz my shot are BY FAR better that'll have the DC SNIPER BAFFLED..... MOTHER FUCKAH.... YOU STUPID PRICK... KEEP MY NAME OUT YA MOUTH.... |
i can take it to you in anystyle so lets go to skillz.
(punches/wordplay) QUOTING CANNABARZ; "don dissin me?... i ate niggaz asses out that wish they could eat urs out"/ haha, well i see u still hungry cuz you keepin' my name in ur mouth/ i don't flipsides but a jab to the ribs a make ur side flip like freeway/ my lines are punches but i will give you more kicks than eastbay/ put 3 on ur back and the heat on ya chest like d.wade/ and you gonna need more than this month to see me(may)/ (multi's) see how, even my keystyles, are better than his weak styles/ and he whiles, like i'm a sit back and let this be? how/ this youngin' must be senile, knowin' that this g child/ will push his s*** back worst than weak bile/ movements, who is this. lunatic, thinkin', he'll see me with multi's/ to even see him(me) is costly, shawty, i won but he lost(loss) me/ cuz i don't get it, why this kid just, even would try competin'/ comin' to take this beatin', sucide must be the reason. |
hahaha...
Now it's time that I eat fakes, until the nerve in my teeth breaks faster than A&R's putting out a rappers release dates for petes sake, I could've sworn that I re-routed out each snake from the garden of eden, but don is under the deep lake Look Cardyack, I rock mandible tips as soon as the ink drips So you really wanna battle then Cannabarz will do it for pink slips your a light weight? both of you faggots attempting to type great need to read about 100 other verses before getting your might straight how the hell is ransum stuck in a bright state, you could be at the same dinner table as me and still wouldn't be able to eat off of MY PLATE!!! hahah and now cardyack is attempting to a fight c, but that might be, the reason it sounds like a impression of spike lee! I shouldve bitch slapped every person who hyped d and had him go to a school of rap getting tips of writing from ICE-T! but likely, your garbage so most the people have noted em-- as trash like every other mc's style that you quoted from!- |
you might be nice at flowing but punches lack impact
get back or get stab...watch ransum put hes gut.. on hes kids lap get bitch slap.. when this prick attack.. i'll rip'em and let'em see if hes limb attach get crack like them gang rocking blue, u the gas im the lighter theres no need for a match get hatch little young'in out that shell and get kid-nap like its hes only bail cuz ransum can tell he got lonely tails, cuz everything he try failes i'll brake the cell bars with ya skull and leave ya family with permanit scars think ya hard then.. then i'll run ya ova with tuck's, tanks and even ya bitch car you get more shots then a friday night at a rich bar and get broken off like hub cap that hit curves cuz they looking at this star im close to a champion your shit far, sound they alarm... should of listen to beyonce cuz no matter what, thinking u'r number 1 and get drop like her veyonce you in a bad mix, u'll get ate like cabbish for spitting that babish if ya made it to the studios and radios ya career would have noting establish im back bitch the beast slash savage get the hunch cuz you'll brake both ya arms for tossing 1 of those weak ass punch bring it on, im ready for war like im suacidle im bring it to my rivle, weather he wrote on jesus book..HELL i'll rip throu the bible my shit is vidle for your survivle, you wouldnt have a shot holding a riffle told ya i dont like you, ya verse wouldnt take flight with a sting and a kate to back on ya old account... fucking i'll put holes on him and let'em count you like broken axle with undergraduated machanics... cuz ya shit i'll never MOUNT TO SHIT.... SHUT The Fuck Up Bitch..... i'll rip off ya girls brast shit so when ya flip i'll just sit and laugh..cuz you suck half as bad... so here HOLD ON TO ONE OF HER TITS my flow lagit and i can go on for hours... but im done dealing with you cowards flow dirty cuz they never take showers, you need more then a presedent-seat TO FEEL THE POWER... YA WEAK FUCK..... DO WHAT YA DO... IM READY FOR WAR ITS WHATEVER YA DIG.... |
fuck it..im bored, ima throw more salt in the wounds... hha 50... ransum can die trying, the only time that this guys grinding is crushing his teeth together between smaller pieces of ny iron! he was trying to race me so watch Cannabarz just fly by him like the amerrican jetblue after drinking and fine dining! why sign him? as far as beating "around the clock" this faggot could probably do it to anyone but my timing! bitch, we can battle or spit back whys your name ransum? it's not like anyones going pay for ya ass when you get kid napped!? after reading your verse truly I laughed and cracked a smile this kids either the wackest child or his mindstate is past denial! have you ever re checked what your writing to me yet? you wouldn't have accuracy being the shooter from v-tech! |
parables parlay-in possible probabilities
articulating as usual oral agility lyrically loungin at the top, got opponents on edge some think i'm high, i'm just levitatin off of the ledge and if i fall, i'm a fly back up or instead, just say fuck it, and hope that i land on one of y'alls heads |
why am i goin' up against a guy named chip?
cuz when i trip he gone amke like his namesake and dip before i blow out his salsa with the mack, and let the bullets burn in his gut like an alsa |
this guy cannabarz....
he talk shit and writes like he's hand dip in dog-shit for-fit, cuz the flow water an about to errl on the track like am nausus cause this bitch talking like he knows something about me when a bullets is the only thing he'll get up out me... dout me??..... Then continue bitch.... i never slip the weather flips, Cuz 'sunny' he gone get wet like clits i'll pimp this trick and make him work the corner block i call the shots, and let him permanitly act out a death sceen on the spot im on the clock you just runing out of time i shuffle gramz of coke.... an sniff'in my work cant help you think of lines i put holes in ya brains like after effects of them drugs you thug? then i'll wire ya... like you want'ed to be bug'ed ( wire for police to hear) no insect but u'll see slugs, profile pic in the prisent only time you had a mean mug im sharp kid.. you flow like water am the shark kid thats ready for war and'll bang out with the narc kid no incest but you aint fucking with me brotha i kept this simple.... like me fucking ya mother that basic just face it, if i wanted you killed the cops couldnt trace it ya career i'll erase... it and replace it... with mines.. stranger ya kids with the belt on my waist kid your loseing ya mind... im fluint with mines...u'r in the past im crusin throu time i'll put new cl innine |
*ignores wack newbie*
Ransum? back again? what the hell before you get back on text nigga learn to spell i told him to get some practice but he back so soon cannabarz cut you and i'm throwin salt on the wound i feel bad when i gotta pick on these lil kids i mean Jay bites, and then you bite his line in your sig? that's some bullshit, no take that back, that's second hand dick so you can ride it and suck out the juices til you drown or get sick i'm an animal on the mic ask around if you doubt me i'm better than you, now what else you know about me?... |
ima keep this simple
cant really dis you chip's havent opened ya bag yet.... i kill mc's ... cant eat just one so any battle i grab it..... its habbit to control you lame fucks wit so many post... i read ya shit and giggle like daily emailed jokes.... newbie whateva call it what you want you cant tease me but ill get you baked cause right now you too greasy... im selfish so i promote honesty in ryhme and reason so do me a favor just hold ta breath 4ever until u stop breathin |
Ransum!? i'm eons ahead of your time...your clock is ticking round starships putting up a tavern would be the only chance of someone feeling your bars, bitch leave ya with scared hips, Hhaa..I was laughing at you acting likethe master of chess you got Dons vote, now theirs another 99.9 rappers you half to impress!!! skeet marks on the back of your dress after praticing passionate sex with your roomate, saying you "got balls" cuz he has his dick and "sac on ya chest"! like "MOM! i really HAVE TO CONFESS!" i let boys nut in my face yo! but it's only half off cuz I don't swallow it because of the taste though!! lmfao! YOU sick little queer! why do you think his names Ransom... faggots took out their dick, and decided to give ran, SOME !!.. you must've anticipated the facts expelled, either that..or you wack as hell at rap aswell, sounding like a generic version of Daffidels! |
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fresher than a newborn and i'm stayin fresh to death
and i'm givin all i got until there ain't nothin left solo since my group flipped the script on some simple shit take a breath with head down scratchin my temple which should i do, give up and let em win and let me lose nah, let the beef die, i've got nothin to prove except to myself and to the lord maybe he'll answer my prayers when i write letters to the other side there'll be someone there to listen and bump my shit, and Lord willin they might like it and allow me to spit what i want so i can work out my shit i love it, i really do and thanks for feelin me props to moms for my life, thank you God for killin me or makin me see the light, whichever you feelin most rap or intelligence, if i had to choose, i would pick both |
...which way to go
feelin every crack and crevice on this lonely road thunderstorm rollin my way, duck the clouds, still got hit had the i-whatever on the tip of my tongue but just forgot it now i'm stuck on this one way, dead-end kinda road like Pac writin about how he was gonna die in '94 look left i see all the practice and all the stressin look ahead and visualize all of the Lord's blessins look to he right and see some niggaz in the kitchen cookin crack wind blew so hard turned me sideways, close my eyes so i'm not lookin back conentratin on the ground, wearin down my pen along the way so i can help a traveler going down the same road someday hit that dead end but for some reason i saw the end of the line ain't like it, ran hard as hell then hurdled over the sign went runnin through the desert then started seeing some trees glance to the side and saw some thorough brothaz runnin beside me and they made me forget where i was from, we continued to run the storm passed, so did the sand, now just trees and sun and thought damn, no such thing as a dead end cuz after death there's life and after that who cares, but just the hope makes my future bright |
I'm used to hype, flows a guitar I live the acoustic life
hang my moniker on the shelf as long as the noose is tight swords that enter the white flesh on particular mic checks of phlem carbon-coded with poisness venom it's like death oncee Cannabarz steps in the ring it's one of the right/lefts history is told - Cannabarz is one of the sites best |
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