RapVerse.com Community - First Rap I've Ever Done ... Tell Me What You Think

Werd... On this cypher all we did was give eachother shit to put in our rhymes ... You'll see what we mean ... Good thing to do if you have writer's block ... Just fuckin' around with shit ... 80 Bars ... 40 Each, lol ... Worth the read though ... Some funny shit ... I'm Illest, He's Dreamhack ...

champion ring, nissan altima, safety or style, stopping power
Illest
My steez in particular has a real stoppin' power
And sure your's is plain but it aint droppin' towers
Clockin' hours in behind the mic, gracin' it wild
Aint gotta follow rules, aint no safety or style
Ain't need a benz, We'll pick up the foulest sluts
Give us a rusted mutha fuckin Nissan Altima
Don't fuck with us, cuz dammit we kings
Ya'll wanna spar? Then step within the champion's ring
walls of your stomach, platinum album, baby diapers, sex with your mom
Dreamhack
I got you callin eight hundred numbers stallin and frontin
got you sick in the mind and killin the walls of your stomach
i got the dopest style out i could release a platinum album
so many wack fucks so you know that i have to doubt em
im steppin up in crazy cyphers yall takin shit like baby diapers
when im done with this verse im leavin in a blaze of fire
yall is sonnin your self like you had sex with your mom
i attack head on and lay it on thick when spreadin it on
offensive rebound, desk and computer, chicken and rice, robbin you blind
Illest
You carry nickle plate, is the net to just shoot up?
Cuz what the fuck that do at your desk and computer
My words is stickin' in, gettin' in your noggin' and mind
Style come through swift as fuck, I'm robbin' you blind
Getchya hands up, not an anthem, start stickin' 'em high
I got you Chow Mein, like you eatin' chicken and rice
Ya'll pretty sad, the truth? Can't post on the net and be found
Wont get the mic back after spittin, this aint an offensive rebound
windshield wipers, case of beer, flock of geese, quite the nuisance
Dreamhack
get swindled by your own crew, cleaned up like the windshield wipers
i raise my pencil higher, winnin by a hair ya need to trim ya sideburns
i didnt wanna take it here you shake in fear, get me a case of beer
ill handle you drunk or sober, just set a date, and name the day and year
i got emcees dropped and on they knees, im fly like a flock of geese
rappers tryin to get in my face, but wont diss me from across the street
you fallin right into this trap im settin, your quite the nuisance
got ya cryin too, your lyin sayin ya ill, dont fight the music
cd burner, speaker wire, chocolate cake, gone with the wind
Illest
I aint care how many shots you claim your heater fires
And fuck a mic, strangle you to death with speaker wire
We the hypest, stompin' jakes, and eatin' and droppin' fakes
"Here Try A Piece Mom", I put weed in the chocolate cake
We spit some other shit, come back, and bomb it again
Ya'll featherweights, I sneeze and then your gone with the wind
Rant and rave, Use whack writtens to heat yah furnace
Cuz only shit you puttin' out is on ya cd burner
box of crackers, pack of smokes, paper plates, mac and cheese
Dreamhack
munchin on a box of crackers i come across these rappers
they asked me to battle, but said "sign this autograph, first"
fuck a pack a smokes, kats oppose me and get smacked and choked
when your family sees the dead body theyll see that i attached a note
next to the razorblade, I used to paint your fate and fade it grey
and take you outta this world like i served you on a paperplate
you can pretend that you got friends but you actin lonely to me
wack and phoney, your spine is yellow like macaroni and cheese
internet chat, finish the sentence, running the system, walkin my dog
Illest
Fuck a battle, I aint lettin' cats finish the sentence
And how you claim that you a vet? This kid an apprentice
You sit here battlin' through all this internet chat
Up on another emcee's nuts with his dick in the back
Of your throat, I'll straight up fuckin son 'em and diss 'em
Hip Hop would be sorry if you was runnin' the system
So quit with talkin' alot, get to startin' it off
You at the end of a leash, like you was walkin' a dog
can of pepsi, seven eleven, permanent marker, hide and seek
Dreamhack
man you ready, you tried to grab the mic but ya hand is empty
I cant just let these weak kats try to pour it on like a can of pepsi
i perfect my presence and dawg i hit up seven eleven
and when i hit up kats to battle its like the step into heaven
cuz they dead in a second, your learnin im harder
cuz what i write is final like a permanant marker
im playin hide and seek with society kid who you try to be
try me, my rhyme scheme is bulletproof when ridin beats
capital letters, right hand man, stuck in a hole, riskin defeat
Illest
Adjactives sever netcees who claim they madder then ever
Tryna make me pissed by dissin me with capitol letters
That mean you yellin, duke? You're riskin' defeat
I'll slap you and punch your mutha fuckin' bitch in her teeth
Ya'll fuckin' with pros, faggat, Ya'll is stuck in a hole
Weeks later jake'll find you in a dumpster with mold
On yah body, no matter what you do.. Might stand chance?
Shit no, Just come and try it, Bring yah right hand man
golf and tennis, grandma's titties, half a second, speed of light
Dreamhack
yo im swingin on these fools like i was playin golf or tennis
family and friends at your own show, is that what you call attendance
you get called a menace, pants saggin like grandmas titties
landin quickly from the flight hittin bitches from random cities
I got a magic essence, I thought you were dope for like half a second
your end up in a cast or body bag, your wack..accept it
gimme the lighter i ignite trees and light weed tonight
quick to rhyme runnin when I see a mic speed of light

Werd...
So, eh ... Tell us what you think ... Chumps
Dreamhack thinks toilet paper gangsta too
Me And Stren Are Like Geese ... Gettin' The Flock Outta Here ...
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