Freestyle Rapping

[thesilentvandal]

yo hood rich sucka, wanna battle me ? im always down :)

[HoodRichSucka]

^^im straight, but thanks...

[SBOMBS]

Anal World Brrraaapp Brraaapp Brraaappp
V-town Whhhat

The Doctor Said One Bowl Of Sbombs Supaa Sweet Cream A Day Will Make Ur Ass So Fat U Wont Walk In May

[MonoR]

yo sucka, you look like your so proud, you beated me, grats!

fucken fagget.

[HoodRichSucka]

i 'beated' you? 'fagget'? sumoe was right, you are illiterate....

[MonoR]

fuck toi sti danglais fif

[ForGiven]

wtf?
seriously,wtf?

[Passleoinj]

aight it's time for yall to shut your fuckin bitch ass mouth up

you mad at me cause it happens that i beat you,
kept running your mouth like an olympic talkshitter do,
see sketch3 and sumoe , the perfect couple
with hoodrich filming and forGiven giving the oral,
you bitches are strong together cause alone you aint shit
talking like you a G , you aint packin nothin but chopsticks»
i improved while you just kept spittin dumb shit
im going up , taking the spot , gettin your ass shot , going on the level your not
bitches im hot
the flow's methodic , thoughts sporadic smackin you as an habbit,
if you dont know when the fuck you should stop your show
ask general tao

[steyr]

me and some homies of mine are gonna lay down a dis track against speed skaters.

["Riot"]

no longer express emotions
due to an anti-emotional potion
i feel like this is a motion picture
that shouldnt have gone worldwide.
despite how i feel inside.
im stickin in this for the thrill of the ride.
im tellin you kid this is it,nothing left to hide.
what you gonna tell your boys? if your not to puss to tell em.
That i directly injected an infection straight to your cerebellum?
or that you make hot tracks but cant sell em?
you pick.
because either way you a trick.
nothin but a babyback bitch on the corner.
beggin for quarters.

haha off the top.

[UnConscious]

I'm tired of yall talkin bout "I'm the best, blah blah blah"

I'm the best

Hate it or love it...

I got too much on my mind I'm bout to go insane
With all these feeble minded children tryin to pick my brain
I can't change the channel, it's static - I'm such an addict
For the knowledge known as power, you cower, you thought you had it
Like maggots you crawl and feast on aftermath of this beast
I'll destroy your will to fight and smite you down like a priest
I can't preach any louder so you better get my point
I'll leave you wrapped like a tourban, sippin bourbon and hittin joints
I'll point my finger, clap twice, summon soldiers to end your life
I'll pillage your whole village, steal your children, rape your wife
Do you dirty like Darfur, down six on par four
Pushin daisies, I'm teachin babies to hold heat and rob stores
Your core is shook, like California's Rift Valley
Your sould is took, like strollin down deaths alley
I'll tally the number of lives stolen in this first verse
Ten times twelve, carry they two - I've filled another hearse
I've lifted another curse, brought hurt and quinched my thirst
The blood of young Emcees keeps me rollin like Fred Durst
The worst has yet to come so you better be pepared
The war has been declared, your thoughts are so impared
You're scared, you're all alone, no crew has got your back
No clue to how to act, your racin like heart attacks
The fact is, your destined to hit the dirt
Insert the nine mill and drill your plaid skirt
Desert the crime scene, forget what I've seen
I'm infected with dope, the vaccine to 5 fiends
Routine procedure, stash the gat, burn the evidence
Next stop I'm in route to loot your parents residence
No mercy, here's a number, take a seat until you're called
I'm vicious like pitbulls, talk shit and get mauled
Appalled by what you see, your face has been erased
Your soul now burns like mace cuz grace can't be embraced

Come with fire or don't come at all, but play with fire and you will get burned...

Holler if you feel me...

[Passleoinj]

I'm clean ,still spittin verbal essence
washing vile mc's head/ winning , uh , you have no chance
I'm a buffed one , lyrical steroids taken and im well trained
Got you on your knees , im countin my bread while you give me brain
you ain't the best , better stop dreamin on like aerosmith
watch and learn, realise your skillz were just a myth
I'm the ace with the perfect play in my hands
full house on the table , bullshit you mumble and gimme your benz-keys
you say you'd burn me , i call that bluffin
I drop unexpectedly like hash in your muffins
I'll leave you there , Unconscious , head cracked open
I'm gonna Rodney King your ass with no hesitation
ambitious , i'll never step back to anybody in this hell
dont even need to spit now , my name talks for itself
if you had to hang on to somethin , it would be at life , or at a rope
i'm so fuckin restless , i sent sketch3 back to europe
you aint underground youre only six feet under
i come and go faster than a drive-by shooter
you cant get rid of me , my adversaries crying when i come around
i leave your pockets empty just like the bullet shells on the ground
wonder what kind of shoes you wear to fit them ankles
youre broke as joke now , ask mama why the bank calls
what?

[Edward"Sezer"Hands]

stupid shit.
watch dis shit unfold.
i heard hell is hot & da real world been cold.
tired of going down da wrong road, gave up my life and my soul i sold.
constant affliction in the battle of mental and physical addiction.
locked up in a one man prison .
sex drugs & hip hop.
it use to be fun when did it stop?
shit just flip flopped.

[UnConscious]

Now now little buddy, you just made a fatal mistake
You spoke my name in vain and now your life I'll take
Slow and painful swingin bats til the last bones break
Til the last vein cakes, til the last strain quakes
Injected Potassium Chloride directly into your heart
I laugh as your jaw clinches, arms jolt, your eyes dart
Depart from human form, sending your soul straight to hell
Little did you know, I'm Satan, hell is where I dwell
Waiting for you with open arms, now a servent, now a peasant
God can't hear your crys, so say good-bye to all that's pleasant
You're in my house now, no hope and no escape
Destined to spend eternity duck-taped and anal raped
I'll scrape up enough remorse to tell your family you were brave
Then eat my own words and vomit bodies into graves
You see I just don't give a fuck, Your wifes pregnant? She's dead too!
Hit it doggy, the sheets soggy, stained in blood, she said few
Surgically stiched her upper lips together with hollow tips
I flipped, I'm well equiped, I gripped and let 'er rip
Removed the fetus and ate its brains with chives and rice
Proceeded to fuck her pussy with the embalming device
I'm bombing precise, I made the virgin mary weep
They call me UnConscious cuz I put competition to sleep
Composition unique, Get on my level hoe
Mouth shut, sayin nothin, lip-locked with the fo-fo
Status qou, it's how it should be, you're mouth on hush
Open up, get buttoned up, like swine swallowin mush
Followin us like the feds? Listenin to us talk?
Glistenin when we walk, not that ice but twin glocks?
Your block will get knocked, pressin two to your dome
I'm thrown and in the zone, I'm prone to lift the chrome
Postpone your next plans and hop inside the van
Either join me or perish as Fat Man divides Japan.

[Passleoinj]

you claim you a G , snitchin all day to the popo
got you motherfuckin life on hold , rapper youre homo
your boyfriend in the black van , bag on the head
screaming where the fuck is my husband
tie wraps around his hands,
i rock skullies on the regular , white tank top plus a sweater
my name's passleoinj i'll make sure you'll remember
Not also you came here as a beginner but as a be-******
actin like you all hard , but i aint the one wearing tommy hilfiger
all your vocabulary and shit , thats just boring
your so predictable , i could call you girlfriend
you should stop spittin cause your scaring me
that crooked eye and apple bottom jeans
thats just funny, imma make you my bitch
cause in this rap shit , im the motherfuckin pimp
your raps are maybe rhyming but they empty of sense
methaphores absent ,style aint showing any presence
if you went to jail , you'd probably get down on your knees
all day , so you wouldnt have to get up every time theyre done
practicing sodomy
you wanted to talk shit , so do me , i aint leaving this place
without a crown on my head and my pockets full of money
yo , i breath hip hop , inhale lyrics
snort rap and drop bombs on you bitches
what now?

[sketch3]

i spit hellfire straight in ur face,
like im in satans embrase,
may have fucked up but only great are disgraced,
im ruling in hell hating this place,
waiting for fate,
tempting angles leaving bait in the gates,
to paradise, evil spreads like when arrows fly,
talking snakes with narrow eyes,
tellin shallow lies,
ill rape ur soul when ur bone marrow dies,
for a few meaningless possesions,
cant even purge me at weekly confesions,
cuss im the evil thoughts,
growin in everyones mental, the reason ur boys gone,
prayed but he still caught a bullet to the temple,

[UnConscious]

That's some cute small talk, next thing you know he wants my digits
Such a faggot ass kid, your games small like midgets
I see through your front and I'll call your bluff
You a pussy ass ***** why you act so rough?
Why act so tough, you think rich like puff
I'll leave full holes like shila buff
You a clown, a circus act, Your the ring leader for gays
You rock the pink panties, no skullies, no shades
No wife beaters, just bra panties and skirts
Flip flops on your toes, your hip-hop hella blows
You don't know the meaning of hip, you thought thats where you buckle your belt
You don't know what hop is you thought thats what scottsman do in kelts
Higher Inner Peace, Helping Other People
True definition of I and to me you aren't equal
Poppin off at the mouth, but your tongue is shootin blanks
My tongue fires missles cuz I'm aimin with tanks
You see I'm stong in this ring and no way you'll wear the crown
You see I'm gritty with these raps, you singin like Chris Brown
No respect for bitch *****s, I'll spit in ya face
No way you pull triggas, You'll voice is weak like Mase
How can you bark like a dog but shit bricks like a snitch
Only time you held heat is pushin irons, you's a bitch
A house *****, foldin clothes and doin dishes
Workin for nothin, aint no way you holdin riches
No bitches on your arms you a punk in the streets
Scared to walk down your own block, you's a chump, you's a geek
You stay behind the computer talkin all this ish
Best bet you wear glasses and you talk with a lisp
You aint better than me, your soft like virgin pussy
Last time you seen some snatch was your mothers, it was bushy
I can speak because i've seen it and I know what its like
I used to pimp that bitch until the cunt went dyke
Now I serve her up like silver platters at neighborhood bar
I aint makin no money cuz bitches cunt stickeir than black tar
I come with easy shit cuz you can't handle hard
If i spit some real shit, you'd be readin of hallmark cards
I have a soft side but its reserved for the ladies
You basically my bitch now, heres the keys to the cedez
Pull it around to the front and give you a nice tip
Give you the 9th wonder, asunder your outfit
A tornado hit your town and world is left rocked
Like Dorthy clap you shoes and only think happy thoughts
I don't drop 16 cuz my flow last forever
You hatin on me cuz my rhymes is more clever
My lines is more Feder cuz they fuck you and leave
End up pregnant from my words, next thing you know your spittin seeds
My youth comes out ya mouth you remind me of me
Only thing is I was never gay, look in the mirror, its plain to see
Im G like Garfield cuz I'm the dopest and illest cat
You rap but can't even hit flows swingin at sinks with bats
I'm the faucet cuz my flow is everlasting like erections
I'm aliased as scientist cuz I'm know for verbal disections
Rip out your adams apple and feed it to my dogs
You remind me of the dutch, dancin around in clogs
You a fairy princess bitch, thats the only crown you wear
Here's a sash, here's some tampons, here's a bra for your pair
You stair into my eyes and realize all hopes lost
You the driver, no one important, I'm top seat, I'm the boss
I keep the words coming, reminding me of your girl
The bitch took off her panties almost made a ***** hurl
A squirrel you're on my nuts so baby please ease off
Like a doctor you grab ahold, look twice and say cough
Inspection of my package, yes I'm carrying bombs
Yes my dick is big, almost as big as your moms
2,240 pounds, so call me a ton
You only rap for beef, while I only rap for fun
Punchlines, I'm makin jokes, talkin shit and sniffin coke
I'm dope, I'm an addict sniff white til I croke
You still hangin from my jock, last to cease victory
Pullin at my coat tail, but like a child all I hear is the bickory
And Hickory, Mr. Dickory, please get off my cock
You're small like mice, only able to nibble at my sock
Ankle bitter, you aint big, you're small like fleas
You jump from dog to dog, hand out reached
You want a piece of the pie but you aint put in work
You hide behind desks, answer phones like a clerk
I smirk, I laugh, I chuckle and little chumps such as yourself
You aint totin no heat you aint pullin in wealth
You aint pokin no pussy, you still toyin like elf
Big boys with big toys will destroy your whole shelf
I dealt you a royal flush and you still singin go fish
I'm packin like a cuban and you fruitier than a swish
Get out of my sight, don't even try to retaliate
You're measurements are short comings no need to calibrate
So be easy son and stick to playin with young ones
I'm the Cancer, super contagious, I'll leave your lungs stung

Sit the fuck down

[hazetheone]

wow

[UnConscious]

96 bars, Eat every last one punk...

[hazetheone]

fuck around on the internet and get e fought
this is mozilla murder bitch we come harder than you thought
fucking with me in real life you diet will consist of concrete
i got a booty fetish
your one of those *****s getting off on your moms feet
took you 96
i just killed it with 5
dont come around here
till your ready for a nose dive

ive never freestyled in ma life haha

[UnConscious]

Haha not bad, not bad at all.

Pretty dope for your first time. Keep practicing, can't wait to see some real fire.

[hazetheone]

ive been interested in it but it slipped my mind
i might start writing some shit down

[Passleoinj]

i can't fight back man , you won

I'll be back in a while tho , when ill get to the next level

[UnConscious]

Hey man, that was a good battle.
You came with some fire lines for sure.
Thanks for the challenge.
You're dope as fuck in my book.
:D

[Passleoinj]

thanks man , i first battled you cause i needed to battle someone experienced , so i could learn faster. I learned a lot here man

[UnConscious]

Good shit, son.
Love the challenge.
I usually don't battle, stick to the verses and preach knowledge but this was definantly fun.
Thanks again.
:D

[Hidden Teknique]

Comin' with some constructive criticism off the dome
puttin you boys on blast, the freestyle thread aint your home
4 new PMs from kids who are like yo got a line you can loan?
my lines are built with knowledge and fire but i'm unknown
lets start with pass, i'm sorry but i'm a put you on full blast
you have one good bar then the rest is straight trash
you couldn't buy a few dope bars if you had mad cash
everytime i look at your shit makes me wanna out lash
when i spit your lines, i can barely find a flow
just like it's hard to find clothes up on a hoe
your rhymes against Unconscious were stupid, his were smarter
you came weak, he came much harder
lookin' like a battle between beyonce and hova carter
you're lookin like an outcast, not 3 stacks, but a martyr
next khed, lets move onto riot
I wouldn't take your shit for free, let alone buy it
Your rhymes ramble on, shits too jumpy
you got midget rhymes, like the dwarf grumpy
Unconscious most of your shit was ill
reads like your tongue has a license to kill
that 96 bar keystyle was absolutely absurd
you smoked all the kids on this thread as if they were a herb
lyrically put these kids teeth on the edje of a curb
ya flow is nice dude keep it up shit is superb...
blah off the dome

[Passleoinj]

yoyo , dick ride much ?

Battlin against me here is just suicidal
i'll make you food for all of my pitbulls
I got girls playing rock paper scissors
to see who's gonna suck my dick first
I fucked your ex's before they were youre ex's
that means you know how my dick tastes
I got your ass sitting on a chair, full of ducktape
videotape you while you getting rape, Pass on stage
Leaving you in the hospital hall running with scissors
My lyrics fuck you up , they horny like a twelve grader
You ain't mean , I feel like getting bullied by my mom
The only way you could be in the streets is by being a bum
I make you emotionally unstable like a game of ping pong
ups and downs ,like your bitch bouncin on one of my songs
you're a king with no crown, a junkie with no heroin
A pussy without a dick, Youre 50 cent with no steroids
you dont find flow in my lyrics ,thats because you can't rap
dissin and dickriding in the same verse? What the FUCK is THAT?
your name matches your skills that means you aint got none
hidden technique , give up on rap , this game aint for you son.
motherfucka

try finding another way to be an asshole

[Small Time Crook]

wanna talk mean, like the owner of the caged bird that sings/
crush your dreams by all means and then nothings what it seems/
wanna fly but ya wings was clipped/
wanna state an opinion but nobody gives two shits/
and for you bitch, i wouldnt even give up one bullet from these two clips/
not worth it, talk shit like you jerkin' it, stutterin mumblin' steady/
better be ready cuz the battle ahead is guaranteed to get heavy/
fuck that shit cuz i gnaw and chew on metal/
fucked up crazy level, and your styles a flower short a few petals/
dont wanna commit then dont meddle/
press down harder on the pedal and the cars pickin up speed/
this life takin thing seems like a need, over the bridge maybe now you'll be free/
sittin in the afterlife waitin, standing, sittin, what the fuck/
gotta deal with me for eternity, aint that a bitch for luck?/


uh-huh...Small Timin'..!

[hazetheone]

yoyo , dick ride much ?

Battlin against me here is just suicidal
i'll make you food for all of my pitbulls
I got girls playing rock paper scissors
to see who's gonna suck my dick first
I fucked your ex's before they were youre ex's
that means you know how my dick tastes
I got your ass sitting on a chair, full of ducktape
videotape you while you getting rape, Pass on stage
Leaving you in the hospital hall running with scissors
My lyrics fuck you up , they horny like a twelve grader
You ain't mean , I feel like getting bullied by my mom
The only way you could be in the streets is by being a bum
I make you emotionally unstable like a game of ping pong
ups and downs ,like your bitch bouncin on one of my songs
you're a king with no crown, a junkie with no heroin
A pussy without a dick, Youre 50 cent with no steroids
you dont find flow in my lyrics ,thats because you can't rap
dissin and dickriding in the same verse? What the FUCK is THAT?
your name matches your skills that means you aint got none
hidden technique , give up on rap , this game aint for you son.
motherfucka

try finding another way to be an asshole

about a quarter of that rhymed??

[Passleoinj]

yo its actually a freestyle , i didnt correct my shit so eat me haha

[KrazyKrac]

so do anyone one of you actually rap?

[sketch3]

no

and pass i dont correct anything either,
just cuss its of the dome dosnt meant it can not rhyme

[MonoR]

you aint got shit to say bro
just shut it
shhhh

[sketch3]

u have to much to say,
im not even beefing but saying
'' it dosn need to rhyme i freestyled it'' is just dumb

[Hidden Teknique]

Your excuses of being whack are they aren't corrected?

You can't freestyle over the internet, I just type down off the dome...

Don't get pissy..

ANOTHER one off the dome

You in fear for your life
get shanked with the edge of a knife
you'll get lyrically slaughtered for poppin off at the mouth
i'm like 90s NY rap you're like snap and pop from the south
your raps make no sense, you say you'd rather be bullied like your mom?
you're sexually confused, you wear a skirt and cheer with the pompom
i'll leave your transexual ass completely in the gutter
i meet you in person...still talkin shit, nah you stu-stu-studder
sup with that?
you just a fuckin rat, nah you pussy i'm a call you cat
lyrically put you in shock got you lookin choked
a rope round ya neck, a gun to the head you gettin smoked
piss me off huh i got a short temper and fuse
watch ya back on the street end up on the 10 oclock news
Pass you ain't never goin down in history
unless you on the 10 o'clock news for being a murder mystery
enough is enough e-thuggin to the death bitch you know i'm rough
and dick ride, nah i just give credit when credit is due
and it was not at all deserved by you
get a clue muthafucka

[Hidden Teknique]

A Freestyle I Had Earlier Today, Or Part of It Anyway...

I'm fuckin tired of being profiled by the popo
Cops target me because I walk with a hood solo
Fuck this shit i'd rather rock a pink polo
And them let me walk cause they think i'm homo
But you see i'm comfortable with my sexuality
Truth is these fags carry a badge so they can harass
Just bullies that put my face to the concrete and give me pistol whip lash
So when I see a cruiser I'm outty I dash
Because 8 hours of bullying is better makin cash
They walk around there whole career waitin to bust the gun
I come to there city to write on their shit and let them know where i'm from
Pisses them fuckin pigs off all of the 5-0 holds a short fuse
Arresting a kid they're a local hero on the 6 o'clock news
Fuck cops and the corrupt law they in force
Overthrowin authority i'll endorse
Fuck Police everyone hates the faggots
they're just tiny men with a gun...nothin more then maggots

Fuck Police

["Riot"]

i sit here at 4 am all alone.
im in the zone.
staring at the ceiling.
my eyelids are peeling.
cant describe what Im feeling.
so heres a hint.
alone,listening to my air ducts vent.
alone,as my body lays bent.
alone,as my body casts limp.
sit up,take a sip of cocacola.
look left,open my motorola.
no effort,its already dialed.
my body heats low,consider it mild.
a scared young chil.hi,911 whats your emergency?
I suffer all alone,dont mistake the urgency.
Cracked walls with unstable fixtures.
low ceiling with uneven pictures.
cough syrup and coke,a posionious mixture.
2 week old granola bar,use it as a mixer.
take a sip,dont move.
feel it trickle down my lip,nothing to prove.
feeling my guard fall.
feeling blood vessels pop in my right eyeball.
voice tone of its own.
but now all i hear is the calling tone.
nobody cares,im all alone.
so i put down the phone.
look right out the window.
staring into the dead night.
you should try it.
The worlds so small i feel like a giant.
Theres your hint.
You choose,whats next.
revise previous moves.
several options to choose.
I think im here but whos to prove?
all alone in the dead night.
unlit flourescent lights.
cracking drywall in my sights.
confrontation of spiders,watch as they fight.


thinkin about putting something like this on a track.

[UnConscious]

Just a drunk freestyle, no biggie

What went down tonight? Just me and a couple peeps
Bought some jager hit a kegger now my wallet's really cheap
No money left, I'm broke, but I'm hella feelin buzzed
Another round of Jager bombs, I'm no longer feelin judged
Off in my own world but I'm still mackin on this chick
Down another shot of wiskey and I'm startin to feel the kick
I click the remote and change the channel to somethin good
Somethin that I can feel, somethin thats really hood
Some national geographic and what do I find?
Taboo, outta the blue, witnessing vampire shrines
Drinking blood is but a custom in another mans land
Voodoo - but a religion, sacrificing ones lamb
A plan thats raw, but at the same time holy
Ugly, but as beautiful as Angelina Jolie
Acholi is the tribe that is experiencing hardship
Northern Uganda: warzone, so full of Charred Lips
Scarred trips down the path of life in Africa
Some sweet, some sour, some spicey like paprika
I'm askin ya, if you can feel what I feel, touch what I touch
If you can appeal to this steel, keep up like double dutch
Cuz I'm hard like a rock, I was Built Ford-tough
Like the Champion of World Poker, I'm callin your bluff
I'm takin a puff of light-light from the city known as Boulder
This town, it gets around, and there isnt shit colder
This weed is fire, but gives chills like glaciers
Known as Heart Attack, smoke 2 blunts - need a pacer
A chaser for this hit, damn I'ma die of choking
Inhale and cough, dope ganja, not even joking
I'm smoking the good shit, I know you want a hit
You don't need a permit, you just need to learn it
The art of Inhale, taking the perfect breath
Need a minute for preparation, jump in and see death
Like meth, your hooked, another Boulder addict
Driving hours to get green, cuisine, you thought you had it
But glad it was smoked up and the mornings aren't nearly rough
After blazing, soft and mellow like jello or cream puffs
Enough with the talk of sweets cuz my tooth is gettin horny
Stiff like Kansas Stalks, but absent of feeling corny
It's throny and pricks, saluting like large dicks
I possess the taste for sugar, flick bugers like charged bricks
I lick poison dart frogs to get my high
Search the Amazon for the last piece of pie
I try to stay on topic but I guess I'm too drunk
I'm lost like Dorothy and my ship just sunk
I'm drowning in Alcohol but I'm enjoying the ride
At least I'm not alone, got a chick to my side
Providing shes drinking too, not a one man team
Without her I'm lost, a trout swimming down stream
Extreme to the core, I'll cliff dive under the influence
Coked up and on acid I passed the rate of affluence
Have you since been in love with a girl who rocked your world
That you would die this very moment and give the whole world
Swirled, intertwined, combined into one
No matter the rough times, these ties can't be undone
Your spun like spider webs, so cought up in the moment
L.O.V.E, no C, but you proudly own it
You clone it but theres no way it will come out right
Deformed like Pregnant women downing miller lite
Despite your Conscious thoughts, you let her take the drink
Even though you know the consequences, you don't take the time to think
Autistic, disabled kids, prevent a lost hope
Mentally ill and scarred, something thats hard to cope
I rope the last calf and whisper knowledge in her ear
Preach the usefull speach, hopefully will persevere
I chear and get excited when my words have gone to use
When the last wound is healed, Good-bye child abuse

Lol@my druken thoughts

[Passleoinj]

I meant every motherfuckin' word

I don't give a fuck

I will not fuckin' stop.

Your disses are whack as fuckin hell , tech give up.

YOU don't really want that , i bring the cut throat rap
got the bars that enlighten your day, at the same time
shuttin your trap,
when we ride on our enemies,
chances in killing me , you aint got none
they say live by the gun , die by the gun
i got your ass shaking on the mic ,
terrified by my magnum,
You don't really wanna see me,
with the 9milli , give you the gunpowder conversation,
you're a beef singer but you ain't got no voice
you ain't gon be laughin here , when i'll kill all ya boys
look at you giving explainations and shit
bout my disses and all my vicious hits
i'm kinda confused cause i never know
either you dissing me or dickriding the next man
when ill come for you , hope you got good cardio

[Hidden Teknique]

Your shit makes less sense then a fuckin bum
Talkin like you ghetto and ridin with a gun
Bitch your punchlines keep gettin' weaker
You barely have a voice, can't hear you outta my speaker
You'll kill my boys?
I wouldn't doubt your crew is full of whack toys
You got my ass shaking on the mic?
Who are you to talk, you got less dick than a dike
Your puncin' bag puts up a better fuckin fight
Your girls pussy's tight because you can't fuck her right
Look brahh ya got playschool rhymes
On the playground committin playground crimes
Pushin' kids down in the sand and takin they dimes
You on the mic is like a quartet of mimes
5 years you'll be doing a 20 year bid in jail
You mute and seem to be blind, hope you can read braille
You're always referring to me dickridin
I think you a homo still hidin in the closet
Suspect gay references seem to cause it
So I'll give you a part of warning advice
Don't come around wearin' all them jewels and ice
And please make sure you don't stand in the dark
Click...Click...Pull and then theres the spark

["Riot"]

yo hoe.
im a gangster.
your a wankster

HAHA Just kidding im a prankster:)


mad ill ryhmes.

[cebs oner]

whoa this some hot :o

["Riot"]

yoyoyyoyoyoyoyoyo son!
you beefin with me!
you gonna get punkd comin in this thread!



:D

im really high im sorry.

[Passleoinj]

yo hidden , if my shits so weak , why do you keep on repeating it in your rhymes?

you make no sense ... bitch made ass motherfucker

edit:

I'm too high for your shit , you'd have to jump to hit me on the ankle
who the fuck wanna beef? i'm rawer than sandpaper to wipe yo asshole
im frightening you , see ya all shakin on ya keyboard
thinkin you flyin high but you barely have attitude
dickrider , line biter mouth runner i know how you roll
fuck you man , hidden technique youre too full of yourself
i got shit on lock like a cellblock , im close with death
you wanna do this shit , i do this shit for real
I'm so intense right now i write with my own blood
makin sure you feel me , imma motherfuckin thug
youse a internet writer , youre shit is faker than santa claus
imma slice your little ass in 4 measures ,
make the beat drop , im a rhythm killer
you wanted on top of the dome
i peel your cap with the magnum
long barrel, lung's like ak's
tongue tied , tried to blast me
I got the drive-by lines that shut you up
im riding in your hood and you dont come out that much
ridin dirty like the south with the candy drop top
with the gun cocked ,you sweatin behind your screen
cant believe im getting dissed by a retarded teen
bitches i ram them , doors i slam them
hoes running their mouth like you i fuckin KILL them
i freeze you up on the spot , colder than a russian winter
i make you go back to your old job , suckin dicks for a dollar
youre going nowhere next , youre the route 66
you aint on the map , you barely exist
fuck your texts i bring the streets on the internet
you wanted beef motherfucker , just take it.

apologize

[cebs oner]

yo u think u talkin to just anyone

[cebs oner]

u must be a rookie n this graf life

[MonoR]

graff and life in the same line means that you are a rookie...

[Hidden Teknique]

Apologize for what, makin you my bitch?
I'll have my boys tie you up then toss your ass in a ditch
Bitch made mutherfucker can't stop runnin your gums
Bitch you ain't even got a blade how you gonna say you got guns
This battle is pointless you aren't even worth any more of my time
Blah, blah, blah, blah I'm another E-thug line
Fuck you faggot lets meet up any place any time
Enjoy your fuckin jaw and your fuckin spine
I ain't the shit and I ain't fuckin ripped but i'll leave your jaw broken
For all the shit talk you have spoken, Leave you out in the open
So bitch I'm fuckin done with your non-lyrical ass
Take some fuckin notes, think of me as an exhibit
Come back in a couple weeks, because I'm too fuckin sick with it


Some might call me boastful or possibly too cocky
I'm actually pretty humble until you try to mock me
And I'll admit from time to time I got a short fuse
But it's reinforced with the passion to win and never lose
I'll start off shaky and stumble then go straight off the dome
I apologize for breaking your girls back, couldn't hear the crack over her moan
And I'll give you back the 2 hundred to repair your bed
But I railed your bitch bent over after she gave me phenominal head
I don't need a nine to kill you with the lead, I'll use a number 2 to draw red

[MonoR]

yo hidden , if my shits so weak , why do you keep on repeating it in your rhymes


bitch made ass motherfucker



Bitch made mutherfucker

here we go again...

[Hidden Teknique]

Nah, I'm done beefin' with this kid it's pointless. It's all in fun kids take shit way too seriously.

[Passleoinj]

this fagget is getting on my nerves repeating my shit
I know im good but can you hop off my dick ?

You claiming you fucked my bitch several times
the problem man , i aint got no bitch , its over since a long time,
i told ya before , i fucked your ex's before they were your ex's
that also mean i was right in all of my texts
youre basin your rhymes with fictional facts
not only youre a nerd with no friend , but your lyrically whack
come on man , get over the beef and start over , new
cause if you wanna make it last forever , im that kind of dude
now lets start with some real shit


Silly kid , if i see you i'll put you in the I.C.U
i have no mercy on the mic , and on you too
youre fuckin crazy if you think imma spare you
with the red dot on your forehead , just like a indhu
i'm getting kinda upset , cause you aint really sayin shit , keep repeating
dont make me show the biscuit cause i know you really dont want it
im the Gunpowder Don , Godfather son the beef is on
Hidden Technique thought he was superior
look now , he's the official cocksucker
I got shit movin' , hustlin' til the day i die
when I draw , duck and hide , say good bye
you're a rat dude , see how you project your complexes
you wanna meet me in person , say your prayer n god bless ya
cause i bust to the chest , and rush like no-one else
you don't know me yet but its coming fast as hell
i dont have to be lyrical to officially murder you well
i bring the death as i step in your place,
the murder rate increase thats the concequences of not keeping pace
im the ace and youre the joker
youre the pimp with no hoes , youre alright and im better
you barely can rap , and youre trying to diss me?
is you crazy?

APOLOGIZE

[Hidden Teknique]

There's no such thing as a fictional fact, if it's a fact it's non-fictional.
And I.C.U. bitin' Biggi...You're too fuckin stupid to even battle.

[Passleoinj]

just cause i said I.C.U im biting ... man get your facts straight

just accept it , you aint made for this game
and if you have something to say
dont sing it bring it



im waiting.

PS : i.c.u means intensive care unit...bitch

[Hidden Teknique]

I know what I.C.U. means you dumb fuck.
I like how you avoided the fact you said fictional fact.
And actually the whole line is bitten.
I don't have time for 14 year olds, so stop waisting my time.

[Passleoinj]

wow , tell me what song of big it is
and you really want to know if i care about fictional facts

i aint english so eat my shit

[Hidden Teknique]

Then that explains a lot if English isn't your main language.

And it's not Biggie, I thought of what's beef but it's another artist but it doesn't matter.

I will give you props for being able to do anything that fluently in another language that ain't your own

[Pickton's Pigpen]

i burned down your church, and shitted on your moms
stabbed a bitch with a crucifix and smoked meth with Gesus on your front lawn

[SKECH-91]

aight son.... here i go G
pussy's think they done wit me
i dont think so, you see i just started B
i can throw it down in a second or two
so be smart and dont act a foo
and if you fuck wit me im not holding back.. ima DELIVER
ill hook and upper-cut you in the LIVER
and if that shit dont work ill just pull the TRIGGER
throw your body in a RIVER
take your girl out that same day cause i invited her to DINNER
and when the night comes ill show her what im about
im talking about making you bitch scream and shout
with out a doubt
aight cuh now im OUT
PEACE...

[SKECH-91]

aight son.... here i go G
pussy's think they done wit me
i dont think so, you see i just started B
i can throw it down in a second or two
so be smart and dont act a foo
and if you fuck wit me im not holding back.. ima DELIVER
ill hook and upper-cut you in the LIVER
and if that shit dont work ill just pull the TRIGGER
throw your body in a RIVER
take your girl out that same day cause i invited her to DINNER
and when the night comes ill show her what im about
im talking about making you bitch scream and shout
with out a doubt
aight cuh now im OUT
PEACE...

[Case-One]

yeah,
i drop this line better than the last one
everywhich ryhme comin through ta blast ya
not with a heata but witha brain meter
spitin off my dome shakin rus chrome
even when i think i rip tha micraphone
don't need tha pen-n-papa when i'm in the zone
i speak each line like i'm goin through and through
every page of whatchu call a rhyme fool
time for a lesson the mater of which i'm stressin
my brain pattern breakin off a flow smokin indago
ya hear me knockin at the door yeah now you know
it's time ta go on a mission bombin every incha
the city where i live at tryin make a come back
pick ya spot an hit that
first comes tha white
then comes the flat-black
pause for a second
and never fuckin look back

["Riot"]

I snort fat lines and i aint talkin about cocaine.
talkin about propane.
so if i think to hard my mind will exhaust toxic fumes.
so i stay clear from the price is right and family feud.
but what you dont know is im comin for you.
I speak so hard that jaws hit the floor,adults cant mastercate.
while preteens masturbate,i spit at a fast rate.
so bring hate and ill blast you with a multiple syllable metaphor.
dont even respond,cause ill fuckin rock ya core.
ready for this,I'm egotistical.
what do you expect,thats pretty typical.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

yo riot...
please sit these steez out n be quite
be slient, be petrified of this verbal giant
shaking like epileptic ravers when facing this tyrant
im not violent, but i get testy, so dont dont test me i wont like it..
dont try it fuck rocking your world ill distroy your whole climant
ill dead thee and impress p's by rockin out successfully
from real life im def, death cas press a dent into my creative process

step off
ill repeate it time after time, line after line, rhyme after rhyme
quit frontin the only linez you fuck with are the sidelines
and thats real, im here to steal prime time, fuck 15 mins of fame
this whole timelines my time to out shine


sorry im rusty

[JEDI-MASTER]

not bad ges, not bad at all

[GeSuS_KRiST]

thanks man im stoned so liek a said its a bit rusty i been think about getin abck into writing alot lately

[GeSuS_KRiST]

i burned down your church, and shitted on your moms
stabbed a bitch with a crucifix and smoked meth with Gesus on your front lawn
word is bond, i smoke the best crystal-meth in yuh front lawn
im hot ta death, with grimey roten meth mouth breath
ay dawg hold up one sec there one hit of this glass left..
*ppsssss.sizzel..*
yeahhhhhhh now take that shit, dun be a bitch... hold the hit
now ditch the fix to the floor like dumb quick..
what a bore this foils tapped out the liquids gone there is no more
twiggity tweakin like cage was liggity leaking in waterworld back in 04
time flys, fam dies, she lies, i dont see the same for my mi amor
she tanted my visions that mental mind fuck timebomb/whore
fuck it though better left for dead ill get her head
and get the red..adrenaline gland fa sure
cas the antichrist said it would take me high then i ever been before
..fuck the abuse ill put her to use spun the fuck out robbin the poor... gurl's life

["Riot"]

ges. why the fuck did you have to pick on me man.
couldve roasted someone else. i mean...cmon!

:)

[GeSuS_KRiST]

lol cas u were the last person to post, and thats usually who i go after =)

["Riot"]

damn it.
mann next time you about to post. warn me hahahah

but for real.
that was some dope shit though.

[JETPACK!!]

CRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!




attack

[Hidden Teknique]

Started off as a freestyle earlier, decided to type it down...

My world has been shook I came back to reality
Little things aren't as important anymore is my mentality
I used to be all bout my clothes and kicks
My mind focused on tryin' to be with these chicks
I'm seein' clear now, non-stop punchlines and lyricist tricks
All these kids talk about today is stayin' strapped with a gat
When they only got lead in a number 2 and they rock a low hat
You see I don't give a fuck you did time or you pulled off a crime
If your shit isn't legit I'm a dismantle your line, pick out the lie in your rhyme
So what you slang rock out on the block holdin' a glock
You couldn't kill time if you held a hammer to a clock
You kept that shit cocked but you never popped a shot
So enough is enough with all your "ghetto" "tough guy" lyrics
I hold respect for a few only and put them in high spirits
You see it's incredible when the pen unleashes on the paper
Sparks a reaction as lyrics pose questions like an instigator
Not just leavin' you breathless you'll need a second respirator
I'm waitin' to blow up although I hold a mic as the detonator
I would rather stay unknown and put out good quality music
Only hold in high regards to those I respect who view it
Or I can try to come with heat off the top of the dome
An insightful poet who in under a minute can lay down a poem
It seems like rappers relate better to a trash can with their music
Makin' a WHOLE good album today is rare, is it a conspiracy?
Nah just a theory, but when I speak I want people to hear me
It'd be hard to turn down a check for a cool mil
Just to spit rhymes on a mic for money is ill, although the industries kill
They take away your music sense and fuck with your will
Today Hip Hop has become less of a relevant movement
We're pass self-destruction, it's time for a new re-construction
Whack ass "rappers" make me wanna lose it, the music they abuse it
Just to get highly paid, groupie hoes so you know they get laid
In the hood nah they should have stayed, but the ghetto got played
It's the basis of everyone's raps talkin' bout sellin drugs and holdin gats
Fuck that
I'ma spit pure crack, keep the game intact
So sit back, relax, and lose yourself to these tracks
Because when I rhyme I only tell the true facts
Hidden Teknique respects Nas, BIG, Noyd, Hov, Paps
Big L, Pac, Binary, Immortal, Em, and Andre 3 Stacks
Fuck Hip Hop The Industries can have it BACK.

[sketch3]

on sum demonic shit, dantes ninth circle,
lyrics will merk u,
my words arnt just hurtfull,
shockwaves alone will leave ur skin purple,
dwel in city streets that feinds like to lurk through,
theyd stick u for ur jacket.watch and shirt to,
thats why i gotta roll with beserk crews,
who'd start swingin hachets befor ur boys could aleart you,
to the lunatics asylem,
i know disgusting and vile men
torture their victems befor they defile em,
corpses im pilein,
like stocking shelvs in isle ten,
at the devils supermarket,
minds dark with,
killer insticts that a shark gets,
blood thirsty on nohas ark with,
rooms full stupid kids and there smart pets

drunk of the dome,
heres the beat i used
http://youtube.com/watch?v=p30mS2OWvPg

[cebs oner]

im a lyrical chemist venomist like pit viper strike like a sniper/wit percison like a incison from a surgeon/murderin beats wit ease like a disase i bring thse haters to they knees

[SAID]

the fuck out of here
with your so called hard steez
you gonna be the one on your knees
eat your cunt bitch
before i split you up open
leave your defragmented body in a coffin
ill be the only one laughin
oh worddd, your a sniper?
your flow sounds more like peter piper
sure your rhymes are fine
but in a real battle, you aint got no shine
one of the the gullyest lyrasist
just murked the "lyrical chemist venomist."

[sketch3]

many men are shit,
claim there marksmen then have missed,
like this bitch made venamist,
hit u with a dope punch line.then a fist,
frontinlike u hard when a bitch,
is wat u really are,

[cebs oner]

never said i couold rap infact u dont know how to act prob never been on a track i write graf n thats a fact u dont know hip hop ur whole album gonna go flop .......... i live, eat n breathe hip hop u a rookie in this shit n im vet

[kog_throwie]

nuff "said" you flow is somewhat dead, talkin about coffins, shoot you in the head leave you worthless and i bet your friends would careless, ill eat you, like a hungry african
and i dont care whos ass-yous-been-in , cause ill rape your girlfriend choke her up and if you provoke ill say sorry like we was burning the toke, uh you telling people that they cant shine
i dont see no light on you, ill kill you with a lethal land mine, sell your arm for atleast a dime
and if i see your dick, ill sew it on my forehead, pass the mac fill you up with some more lead.



i love you said <3

[cebs oner]

u may spit a few bars but u aint never did no real dirt n been behind bars

[cebs oner]

know ya hip hop history n know why u do what u do true hip hop lives the 4 elements

[sketch3]

prison aint nuttin to be proud off,
cuss it means ur either getting fucked by lawyers or big black ******s

[cebs oner]

fuck by laywers n i know it aint shit but it made me say fuck the system even more i dedacted to this hip hop game fuck the fame

[cebs oner]

im a vandal n ainti goverment i do what i do cuz i love hip hop n belive n what is right fuck war fuck corrupt systems

[cebs oner]

wanna know more pm me

[dullerium7]

keep on runnin ya mouth, ima show you what the true meanin of pain is.
im the one who hammered the first nail in jesus.
name's big t but my *****s call me erak
flow with the wickeds from philly
gonna make you have a heart attack
rip ya spleen out ya throat
hang you out in my front yard
then ima laugh when you choke
grasp all your hopes
and blow out your brains
leavin nothin but gun smoke.

[cebs oner]

im do what i do n u aint gonna do shit but bump ya gums so keep talkin cuz i love pain fuckin idiot grow up

[SAID]

your wasting your fucking time,
you aint even rapping, i aint seen ONE rhyme

[GeSuS_KRiST]

the fuck out of here
with your so called hard steez
you gonna be the one on your knees
eat your cunt bitch
before i split you up open
leave your defragmented body in a coffin
ill be the only one laughin
oh worddd, your a sniper?
your flow sounds more like peter piper
sure your rhymes are fine
but in a real battle, you aint got no shine
one of the the gullyest lyrasist
just murked the "lyrical chemist venomist."


i bet you was hoping i wouldnt notice bitch dont rhyme with open

[cebs oner]

looks like he cant either

[cebs oner]

i

[SAID]

one line ?
half the shit you say doesnt rhyme man and your gonna bitch abit one line?
ahahaha!

[GeSuS_KRiST]

haha u fucking blow... line doesnt rhyme with line you fucking retard...

i dont need to spit for anymore then one line.
theres no point...... my production beats would MURDER ANYTHING you could do

[GeSuS_KRiST]

looks like he cant either
go back one page if u want to see somthing, i dont come inhere much cas its sickining, considering i hang out with REAL emcees, who world tour....

["Riot"]

hahha oh god.

[SAID]

damnnn gesus..
i thought you were into death metal and shit, but damn, that verse you spit was fire man..
:eek:

[KrazyKrac]

CRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!




attack

Started off as a freestyle earlier, decided to type it down...

My world has been shook I came back to reality
Little things aren't as important anymore is my mentality
I used to be all bout my clothes and kicks
My mind focused on tryin' to be with these chicks
I'm seein' clear now, non-stop punchlines and lyricist tricks
All these kids talk about today is stayin' strapped with a gat
When they only got lead in a number 2 and they rock a low hat
You see I don't give a fuck you did time or you pulled off a crime
If your shit isn't legit I'm a dismantle your line, pick out the lie in your rhyme
So what you slang rock out on the block holdin' a glock
You couldn't kill time if you held a hammer to a clock
You kept that shit cocked but you never popped a shot
So enough is enough with all your "ghetto" "tough guy" lyrics
I hold respect for a few only and put them in high spirits
You see it's incredible when the pen unleashes on the paper
Sparks a reaction as lyrics pose questions like an instigator
Not just leavin' you breathless you'll need a second respirator
I'm waitin' to blow up although I hold a mic as the detonator
I would rather stay unknown and put out good quality music
Only hold in high regards to those I respect who view it
Or I can try to come with heat off the top of the dome
An insightful poet who in under a minute can lay down a poem
It seems like rappers relate better to a trash can with their music
Makin' a WHOLE good album today is rare, is it a conspiracy?
Nah just a theory, but when I speak I want people to hear me
It'd be hard to turn down a check for a cool mil
Just to spit rhymes on a mic for money is ill, although the industries kill
They take away your music sense and fuck with your will
Today Hip Hop has become less of a relevant movement
We're pass self-destruction, it's time for a new re-construction
Whack ass "rappers" make me wanna lose it, the music they abuse it
Just to get highly paid, groupie hoes so you know they get laid
In the hood nah they should have stayed, but the ghetto got played
It's the basis of everyone's raps talkin' bout sellin drugs and holdin gats
Fuck that
I'ma spit pure crack, keep the game intact
So sit back, relax, and lose yourself to these tracks
Because when I rhyme I only tell the true facts
Hidden Teknique respects Nas, BIG, Noyd, Hov, Paps
Big L, Pac, Binary, Immortal, Em, and Andre 3 Stacks
Fuck Hip Hop The Industries can have it BACK.



yo tech.. u got some nice ass flow... underground type... canibus feel


if u ever wanna do a track u shud holla at me

[Hidden Teknique]

If you're an addict it feels like your head is full of static
You can't think clear, your head is clouded and vague
You couldn't give a fuck less bout everyone else, death is the plague
Steppin into the driver seat drunk, fucked up and deranged
Fuck everyone else and those blue lights I'm going a buck and change
Swerving in and out of cars celly won't stop ringin'
On the radio...90s Hip Hop has got me thinkin'
The Golden Era of Rap seems to have past
It's quite disappointing, I was for sure Hip Hop would last
I pull over and stare out at the lights and up to the sky
I could have killed someone driving or even worse I could've died
But instead I end up for one night in the City Jail
I would've stumbled home drunk, except I couldn't make bail
So sittin in a small, locked room, simply contemplating
I start ciphering against myself, conscience debating
The thought of words being able to cause happiness or pain
Different lyrics you spit contrast more then rain to a flame
Most emcees spit lie covered rhymes
Talkin' all about how they mack all these dimes
How back in they younger days they committed crimes
These bitch made motherfuckers basically sold they spines
2 months at most, none of these cats done real time
These dudes don't get a big enough check so they whine
It's very extenuating, so I'm a come through with a flow full of amaze
One that'll reminisce you back into Hip Hop's younger days
Feel the beat bump through your soul as they lyrics run through you like a maze
So sit back enjoy the flow and puff your haze...

[cebs oner]

hey gesus i see what ya talkin bout

[spin_vandal]

All u pussies are shit, all ur rhymes are bit, now sit back while i throw on this skit, u trik

This shit pisses me off when all u think u can rap, makes me so mad i just want to snap like the mutherfuckin mouse trap, i hate liars, imitators and traitors, fuck even them skaters, yes i am a true g, i should make all u pay a fee for just listening to me.

[SAID]

all ur rhymes are bit?
whaaaa

[Passleoinj]

CURRRRTIS

lol

[GeSuS_KRiST]

damnnn gesus..
i thought you were into death metal and shit, but damn, that verse you spit was fire man..
:eek:
lol im a hiphop producer man....

hidden man when u gonna get on some of my beats dawg i know u got writens for days....

[SAID]

you got any beats i can check out or something ?

[GeSuS_KRiST]

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=batch_download&batch_id=UWduNnFJYXloMlhIRGc9PQ
UnderDosedGesus - Mildnight Bitches

[kroc_oner]

meh whatever

spit rhymes so furious it leaves *****s delirious
when u try and spit its just hilarious
your like a clown but at the end of this you ll have a frown
walk around like a your a king but your so broke u couldnt get a free anything
u think im mean just wait till i rip out that litle thing in between
your such a pussy you run away from a toy gun thinking its gonna end ya life but by the end of tonight ill just be sleepin with your wife
cause shes addicted to these rhymes i write if u gotta problem we cud take it out side and fight
u think your sick but I'm nastier then 2 girls in one cup or to gay fag men getting butt fucked
ill lift up your whole crew like a toe truck yall bitches wouldn't do shit that's why i don't give a fuck so step the fuck back before u hear my gun go *clack*

[SAID]

nice stuff Gesus.
you got it with some vocals on it ?

[GeSuS_KRiST]

lol thats the best ya got kroc the cock??
you know what happens to kids who pulls toy guns?
they get shot, they get tought, on sum Yo hot ta trot ta Rot type plot
other words, left fo dead, check what i said and maybe input that information into your head be4 trying to be a big dawg pullin fake lead...


an naw said... i dont spit on mics... its forbidden....

[kroc_oner]

umm my rhyme wasnt toward anyone but i wasnt just sum random stuff tht came to my head and i like your raps there pretty hot

[WoeInfinite]

okay, prolly gonna call me a toy n shit, and this prolly isnt the thread to be talking in, but i just listened to you beat gesus, and thats dope, so what do you do it on...like is it legit turntables? or a computer program, or like...keyboards? i have no clue about this stuf,f but sounds dope, and i would like to check it out atleast...

[SAID]

lol thats the best ya got kroc the cock??
you know what happens to kids who pulls toy guns?
they get shot, they get tought, on sum Yo hot ta trot ta Rot type plot
other words, left fo dead, check what i said and maybe input that information into your head be4 trying to be a big dawg pullin fake lead...


an naw said... i dont spit on mics... its forbidden....
no i was thinking like maybe someone bought it off you and rapped over it?

[UnConscious]

Droppin lines like dimes but don't confuse me with a snitch
I'll leave your ego full of holes, verbal blows makin you twitch
Yes they call me unconscious cuz I'll leave you wrecked and nausious
One look into my eyes, surprised, drop dead, so be cautious
Watch what you say and don't you dare speak my name
My vocals destroy plain clothed hoes turned into dames
I'll preach verbal saudomy, rippin into the cerebellum, verbal lobotomy
I'm 17 with a baby face, crazy pace, speeding, can't pass this prodigy
Can't follow me, I'm on a whole nother level
I'm the 4th deminsion, always first, second guess, you'll have to settle
Peddle fast, on thin glass, one mistake and break, crash
Hurtling down, bottomless pits, your wits split and smash
Knowledge has been abbolished and your time is up
Your left to internet schemes such as 2girls1cup
You see I stay in the cypher spittin flows and throwin bows
You reside at pied piper's, tutin flutes, not wearin clothes
You gayer than elton john and yet you somehow claim to be straight?
The only time you ate pussy: your kat-woman themed birthday cake
I'm done for the moment cuz my mind is gettin cloudy
I'll drop like jagerbombs next time I'm feelin roudy
So long and fare well, I'll be back in a flash
Next time I'll blow like St. Helens leavin competition covered in ash

Lol weak shit but its all good. I'm feelin hung over =\
JAGERBOMBS!
JAGERBOMBS!
JAGERBOMBS!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JMOh-cul6M

[JEDI-MASTER]

real quick....
Everything I spit is straight fire
Delawares most wanted
First states vandal squads only desire
Illest bomber on the block take a look around ull catch my name
I eject a tag faster nd burning through an aks C mag
Moving faster n the speed of sound
I got mad beef wit crs nd sud
Not one can paint,they all just clown
im up son
Hallows to Dusty fills
Anxious, Over worked , underdosed
Im a have to pass it off to my man gesus
He knows wats up
Blew out his knees , but this *****s still on sum real ill steez
Mackin the hoes left n right
Hes floridas vicious creature of the night
Throwin up them mean 666 jawns
Graffiti idnt checkers, it’s a game of chess
wiping the board of toys like expandable pawns
like they say there must b darkness before a new dawn….
( throw up sumthing ges, nd ill come up wit a longer verse next)

[HëRbN]

Aight im gunna cheat a lil. This aint right off the brain but it was the other day. I wrote it all down as i thought of it Lemme know whatcha think


Gas masked patrons
painting with no aprons
They have a name
and you know they were there.
but you'll never know it,
no matter how much you care.
and that you will
cause they were bombing
just not your home or a hill.
Some claim them artists
Some claim them felons
Genius in their Melons,
No water
Just clean wall slaughter
paint with a message
display your purpose
get up and get out
Show em all youve got clout with out a doubt
Caps in their pockets
armed with art not rockets
to fill you minds through eye sockets
no criminals just revolutions
they have solutions
but you only see pollution
your government only dilution
Their words speak volumes
But never in a book
Less its a picture someone took
cause you mistook
their plan to rep their land.
art destroyed by sand.
take pride in you city, cause i know they do.
Born and Raised
but seeing it torn makes them crazed
So their opinion comes out in sprays
Usually at night but some during days
And when it comes to this, they'll all say crime pays
They say speech is free,
But not if you ask me.
They'de say the same,
But you'd be to quick to point blame
So in the shadows their genius will remain
All because of your disdain


Artists with a plan of attack
and a message to which you cant fight back
Conquer when days goes black
they've no need to strap flack
cause no one will spray back
paint, no bullets
Beanies, no mullets
urban exploration
they claim whats uncharted
no backstabbing, rarely cold hearted
gauranteed to have no piece from when they started
only proof in pictures and memories
Ink, markers, and chemistry
make their own
just to pick a bone
say what they want
with a faceless name
all for the love of unknown FAME.

[Hidden Teknique]

When I rhyme I escalate above y'all others, so call me impervious
You can't stop reading this rhyme, my next line keeps you curious
When I post you can't resist from seein' what Hidden Tek said
Rhymes iller then Jack The Ripper, Lyrical slaughter leavin' ya dead
I'm not the illest emcee and you know I don't pack a nine millimeter
All you other kids on here "rappin'" I know y'all don't neither
I gotta bounce soon so I'm a cut to the chase, keep ya briefly
Ya rhymes don't mean shit to anyone give up ya can't reach me
Anything ya type it lacks structure and flow you're not in ya niche
This isn't mainstream bullshit, ya on a computer, not with ya clique
And we all know you don't got paper, you don't flaunt the brick
For all any of us know, ya on ya knees puffin' up on that dick

I'll do one later, just a a min or so to throw some shit down...Gesus I see ya homie

[mr.housearrest]

***** stop talkin, you wastin your time ,hit u with this clip and erase your mind,cuz im known to come up from behind mine,hitcha from yah blindside leave yah body up on the clothes line bitch,comin from the slums i aint never been rich,and if a pussy try to rob me thats why i be clutchin the duece fifth,so approach me if u think u a G and ima let my *****s slice u up for a stack or a key,it dont matter to me,you can get it how you wanna,big crates full of dat stank marijuana,ya digg....and i fucked up so thats all i could think of but yah

[ODonthesetrees]

Damn, i just freestyled liek 4 different verses, deleted them all, need some sensi to make my lines crawl

[mr.housearrest]

uhh o another 1,...listen its either shoot or get shot,ill blow up yah spot,yall aint about that savage shit you just be talkin alot,but me,i be walkin the spot ,gun cocked and im ready for the chips and i dont give a fuck who u dealin with,so please test,bust the glok and tattoo up yah chest,nah no hostages sry im killin tha rest,i think i rested my case ,leave these *****s alone,nah ill shoot up yah home,spitin straight off of the dome cuh...

[Hidden Teknique]

Hidden Tek is sicker than the average savage
Lyrical homicide puttin' y'all wannabe rappers I ravage
I don't give a fuck you got more kicks then Jet Li
Or more chains then a Runaway Slave on flee
You see it's straight poetics, ya gotta be lyrical
A cunning rhyming miracle
My words have spirit, you word these words to hear it
Set me off these words make you fear it
I don't got cash, fuck it I'm bankin' on the lottery
I only settle for quality, so my raps are never watery
I try to give it my all but these words are only part of me
Intricate, you gotta read the signs in between these lines
I'm deep in the hole, three felonies I got mad fines
Destruction to Public property is part of my crimes
Life didn't give me lemons it handed me bad limes
So I'm a take what I got and go full force
You can't hurt my pride, I'm a stay full on course
My life experiences is my rhymes main source
I'm seein' clear now ya boy is headed straight north
I work with what I got a pen & a pad
Dream of being able to work in the real "lab"
My saliva must be liquid fire, the booth is a sauna
I do my best not to fuck with the beef shit it's just drama
"ayo hidden tek why do you keep callin' me out?"
Bitch your shit is fake and whack, you impostor rap this isn't what I'm about
I only got beef with those fake whack emcees
Who claim they drivin mad whips or they're movin mad keys
Bitch you must be delusional you smokin' mad trees?
Ya transsexual bitch is the only one who's got them D's
ya ya ya dig??
Ch-Ch-Check the Technique....Whaaaaaaaaaaat!!?!!

[sketch3]

shits underground like ninja turtles,
cant dodge the things i hurtles,
if i bring in work tools
ull be left infertile,
like u battled the shredder,
ill fucking behead ya,
u get sliced like chedder,
cheeses, i dont spit lyrics i spread disease,
breddah please,
u better flee,
befor i make it hard to get a breeze,
in ur windpipe,
over things like
u taliking to me without an invite
and im not the bling type,
but ull get robbed if ur rings hype,

[mr.housearrest]

hidden tek ,ya big words dont impress me ,if ya gotta problem ***** u should come address me,got a S where my chest be ,i do wat i say,so all this fake whack imposter shit u be talkin bout is gay,speakin of transexuals i herd u gotta hidden dick, who this faggot playin with,ill leave ya dead with ya dick in yah mouf and call you dick head, wen i pulled the shotty out best believe the bitch fled,,yahh this dumb ***** fucked up and stepped on the third rail,left his body lookin frail as i went to the next deal,never snitch ,never squail,stack the money for bail,pussy *****s like you get punked in your own cell ,so u choose to tell ,thinkin like might as well ,yah you a bitch ***** ,and im like "cant ya tell?",...wen i go hard on tha mic i shine like lipgloss,you pist off cause ya dick small so the condom slip off,..but me?,i dip off with my dick hard with your mom while i enter her frieght yard and spray off on her walls,..so let me ask you something,.do you feel lucky?if ya open yah mouth again youll get abduct in a truck B,trust me .ill knock u off like an abortion ,all that bullshit u be sayin is just a proportion, using extra force to kill you of course,hang your fuckin corpse on your own front door ,with a easter basket to match ,and that about sums shit up, next time try not to swallow the whole dick or youll hickup ..yayaya gay ass *****

[UnConscious]

If your talkin to me, then say my mother fuckin name
Don't resist the urge to purge, vomit words from your brain
Get slain like midieval knights when facing this dragon
Or raided by hostile natives, I'm seizing your covered wagons
Arrow heads embedded in the flesh of the narrow minded
Your blinded, trapt in headlights, see death and cant rewind it
Find it, Hip-Hop, something intangible, a state of mind
Research it, learn the history, who killed it in its prime
Solve the mistery, was it 50, T.I., Luda, or T-Pain?
Was it Mike Jones, Nelly, or Wayne makin it Rain?
Was it the tool Ja Rule and The Franchize Boys?
Was it the down south dance and the rest of that noise?
Whos to respect these hustlers, thats what they are
They'd sell their soul for riches, only sing for the bar
Only make music for the clubs they don't care about the people
They only care about selling records, every one is but a sequal
The same bullshit, can we hear some diversity?
Can we hear some true struggles, take off the muzzles and quit jerkin me
Your pullin my chain with all these weak rhyme sayers
We need to bring back the real emcees, no thugs and no players
Only speakers of the truth, the poetic disciples
Mos Def, Talib Kweli, J-5, something delightful
Common, Pharoahe Monche, The Roots, Immortal Tech
De La Soul, Living Legends, and A Tribe Called Quest
These are real emcess but just to name a few
Search the underground and find great music to pursue
Get off the mainstreams nuts cuz their music aint worth your time
Look for something thought provoking, inspiring, no more crimes
No more thug nation this, no more drug nation that
No more wasting money at clubs, that shit is all whack
If you really want to make somethin of your self, go to school
Don't worry about material things and trying to look cool
Be yourself, nobody else, and follow the righteous path
Put your trust in god and get schooled in your behalf
And pass the torch along into the hands of your seeds
Give them a few wise words and watch as they exceed
Through life, show em whats right, whats wrong and where to go
When to look for help and when to try it on their own, watch em grow
Bestow the gift of God and the gift of Hip-Hop
Bestow the gift of knowledge and lift to tip-tops

Meh, I'm too faded to continue. Half of this shit prolly doesn't even make sense. Goin to bed :o Hell tired

[GeSuS_KRiST]

real quick....
Everything I spit is straight fire
Delawares most wanted
First states vandal squads only desire
Illest bomber on the block take a look around ull catch my name
I eject a tag faster nd burning through an aks C mag
Moving faster n the speed of sound
I got mad beef wit crs nd sud
Not one can paint,they all just clown
im up son
Hallows to Dusty fills
Anxious, Over worked , underdosed
Im a have to pass it off to my man gesus
He knows wats up
Blew out his knees , but this *****s still on sum real ill steez
Mackin the hoes left n right
Hes floridas vicious creature of the night
Throwin up them mean 666 jawns
Graffiti idnt checkers, it’s a game of chess
wiping the board of toys like expandable pawns
like they say there must b darkness before a new dawn….
( throw up sumthing ges, nd ill come up wit a longer verse next)
i sees ya captin, im comin to ya packin a head full of acid
im talkin in real life an litterly my minds fucked into oblivary
drop dead spun but still spitting to shittilly
not dope shit more like hiphopocritey,
making up words to dispurse lack of cruse fillers in muh headery...

fuck this i cant freesytle on acid i start picking apart the letters then new its all over... maybe when im sober tomarrow

[JEDI-MASTER]

its all good homie, ill wait for u to finish nd ill actully think of sumthing instead of jus going off the head

[Passleoinj]

i know how to get down , know how to bite
bark very little but i know how to FIGHT

["Riot"]

Been through thick and thin,to let you know im down to do it again.
here till the end,beggin to be your friend.
message didnt send,so i repeatedly press resend.
i know you dont care,but i just want to be there.
so look me in the eye,to let you know im down to die.
you want me gone? want me to end up just like john?
i got this gun at my chin,askin where have you been?
try to drop the hint,but still try to blend in.
whats the good in that,want me to drop some facts?
you know that i love you,dont think i deserve to be above you.
you made a mistake and im ready to retake.
this quiz of trust,call it a joke if you must.
but listen deep down,i want these words to take you town.
i want you to realize,let you know what it feels like.
to be broken,misspoken,and its all in one motion.
slick,smooth, like handlotion.
fuck that,its rough as sandpaper,and in 20 minutes you like "later!"
i only wanted you for you,now i feel missused.

[sketch3]

if u front like u hustlein ill bumrush ur corner,
no one to warn ya,
any fool defending his patch,
will get his dome semi detached,
like suburban homes,
front page news on ur local dispatch,
so shut up if u dont wanna get bitch slaped,
with bats, i dont even need to diss pass,
his shits wack,

[JEDI-MASTER]

i know how to get down , know how to bite
bark very little but i know how to FIGHT
dmx fan huh...
new verse im fuckin wit
Tattered memories s are all I have left
The constant battling of willpower
The Battle of right and wrong has scarred me
Greedy Thoughts manifest
Blinding Emotions are born
Yet all I can find inside myself is scorn
I know Love for u is what I swore
My mistake
Ya turned ur back on me and became what I despised
Jus another junkie whore
Thought u was better than that, took the chance
Steeped up to the plateI took a swing and missed
Ya c today living is more of a chore than a choice
Ive kept my feeling bottled inside for to long now u have to deal wit the ferocity of my voice
This feeling inside hangs around like a noose,Yet I cant stop loving u
Imust be insane, I must have sum screws loose
Walk a mile in my shoes and ull c bitch how I fuckin loved u
Shut ur face bitch, no ifs and or butts I gotta lotta aggression need be worked out
New level of fury rises, ascension has grasped me and claimed me as its own
Sleeping wit the enemy I already know, fuck it by now ur own blasphemy should be hittin home
Animosity rises from the ashes, I take a measured breath
Catch my calm and collective
Before I do sumthing sketchy that could end up a death

[sibil juggalo]

why do i read line after line of the shit you say
about guns, drugs, and how you smoke weed everyday
maybe im oblivious to your sense of purpose
if i knew how to write maybe itd make you nervous
but i dont know how to rap i can barely spit
but page after page of the same written shit
your mouth might as well be my asshole its spoken shit

[JEDI-MASTER]

simple but good, jus 1 thing if i was u wouldnt use the same rhyme like that (shit) twice in a row

[SBOMBS]

simple and good like ur sista
brown butta lurka, i plonge my seeds of evilness
deeply in ur eye socket, mr im a masta
it hurts like taibo or a kick in the pelvis
i like to play mortal kombat deception
and appropriate all em cool words like annniliation
ima mad modafucka like a general cancer
kreepin in ur nutter

they also call me the malibu gangsta

[ForGiven]

would it be bad to say.....hmmm.....i didnt like it(except the cancer line)
and im sad to say are you sure you wanna be a gangsta from MALIBU!?!?!?!?! nothin to malibu but you might want a better "title". lol

[SBOMBS]

YOU SO INNOCENT I WAANNA RAPE UR ANUS
SPREAD GOOD SALTY BUTTER ON UR RECTAL
IMA PENETRATE U SLOW AND HARD ARD ARD ARD ARD ARD LIKE A MOTHOFUCKIN BROOMSTICk
IMA LEAVE U WITH AN ASS ON FIA
ITS SO SAD THAT U KEEP CALLIN BACK
I DO NOT RYME AND COULDNT CARE LESS
CUZ IM A FUCKIN PEST
LAY LOW LAY LOW OR MY NIGGUZ IN HERE WILL GO MAD ON UR ANAL
anal LIKE FI FI FO MARIE AND HER LIL LAMBS ALSO LIKED A MOUTHFUL OF SBOMBS MAGICAL JIZZLE

[Passleoinj]

real talk LOL
yo sbombs i think i saw you on the 51 bus a while ago

[ForGiven]

awww...thats cute, hes an anally ambitious fag. jk lol.

[SBOMBS]

real talk LOL
yo sbombs i think i saw you on the 51 bus a while ago

u mean 61>??

what city u from??

KES TU REPRESENTE?!?!?!

VERDUUUNNN

["Riot"]

listen,im feelin weak,but the only thing i do is bite the side of my cheek.
put me to rest,hope for the best.
dont ever think your less then me,that will make my interals bleed.
mental disabilities,your feelin guilty.
seriously,just kill me. you feel me?
I know this verse dont flow,but what do i know?

[JEDI-MASTER]

simple and good like ur sista
brown butta lurka, i plonge my seeds of evilness
deeply in ur eye socket, mr im a masta
it hurts like taibo or a kick in the pelvis
i like to play mortal kombat deception
and appropriate all em cool words like annniliation
ima mad modafucka like a general cancer
kreepin in ur nutter

they also call me the malibu gangsta

shit ***** u coming so hard holla at my sis
u actin like that sum kind of dis
toy best back down
i spit u stumble
nikka ur bites louder in ur bark
hope u know how to fight
taake a step up the plate take ya swing and miss
this about to be a rumble
im like mahhamond allie float like a butterfly sting like a bee
knock ya ass sensless, might set u free
u come at me wit machetes nd swords
son i drop nukes aks nd 44's
i rock the mic like a demebnted menice
u rock wack lines, im the masta u jus an an apprentice
learn a thing or two
u called me out
but yo ill make ya body drop
my hands liscened has lethal wepons
take another swing son 2 more nd u threw

P.S ur jus a punk u lil internet gangsta

[JETPACK!!]

at least he dosent look like a fish

["Riot"]

ahhahah

[SBOMBS]

at least he dosent look like a fish


bump

jedi master got ofeended....heheh

internet thuggin $ life bay bay

[ForGiven]

we all love jetpack!

[Passleoinj]

ah tu viens d'verdun , jai du m'tromper foreal
jai vu un dude ki te ressemblait dans la 51

jedi-amster

what the fuck is yo problem
some people fuck around and you go all crazy
lemme calm you down

yo fuck all the shit you saying , youre a dumb bitch
youre crew probably kicked you out cause you had no skilz
or snitched , you aint no home boy , you a house boy
fuckin toy , messin with the big dogs from montreal
imma show you how it feels to get rammed for real
your weak ass lines cant come close to mine
i produce lyrical genocide similar to colombine
you dont really wanna fuck with me man
cause once you get too close to the dog
you going straight to the ground with the backhand
youse a small punk , talkshittin over the internet
probably sucked dick while you was young
only kid daddy didnt protect , youre an clown
where you comin from , straight battlin cats that are new here
scared to fight , cause you'd look like a bitch amongst your pairs
droppin motherfuckin fists on you boxin out your frame
when im done with your ass nobody's gonna remember your name
im great , im powerful
youre weak and pitiful
your words are so meaningless that i could kill you with one syllable
you better go back to school and do what you gotta do
cause next time you open your mouth , imma fuckin kill you

[JETPACK!!]

i dislike passleoinj more though. compared to you, jedi-master is abe lincon an im the black man he freed from slavery

[Proper]

UnConsious needs to come up in the place so he could son you poor bastards with another 96 bars.

[Passleoinj]

i dislike passleoinj more though. compared to you, jedi-master is abe lincon an im the black man he freed from slavery

too bad you cant rap

[sketch3]

yea its almost as sad as wen u try

[JETPACK!!]

too bad you cant rap

too bad this isnt a rapping forum eh

[sketch3]

to bad u cant graph either

[Proper]

Shut the fuck up already and stay on topic.

Theres a damn Mad Cow Disease thread if you wanna talk shit all day.

[JETPACK!!]

passleoinj is a fuckin wack like an eightball of crack and the buzz of a dozen triple stacks

thats the closet to a rhyme you'll get from me

[UnConscious]

UnConscious has just been summoned, the demon of rhyme and reason
I'm hip-hop's Joseph McCarthy exposin the nations treason
Your freezin, stuck in the cold, not knowin wat to do
Nuclear winter now unfolds, verbally wreck entire crews
Who knew, who would of thought that just a single emcee
Could drop the lines of fire ever so consistantly
Enter the magic cipher, home of the pit vipers
Insted i detect fear, spot queers and daily liars
Retire the bitch made, go back to fifth grade
Get the basics mastered before you get plastered, i split fades
I spit graves, open up and vomit death
Decieving leaving you grieving and pleading "Man whats left!?"
"You took my heart, my soul, my moms and my kids"
I reply and words fly, spin around and twist his lid
Face mangled like rotting corpses and victims of pure evil
I possess the top seat and to me you aren't equal
Church steeples littered with people, you can't run nor hide
I don't care where your from, don't care where you reside
Unless you come to shed blood and end all that's right
You'll drop like the sun and turn dark like the night
Be one with me or fall flat on your face
Melt from the scorching flames of my warm embrace
Divine grace you cant taste, haven't and never will
Death is my passion, throats im slashin, the blood forever spills
Poppin these morphine pills, relax and tap jaws
Acid stamps, ready to rant, i pant and grant laws
Hands shaking, no longer aching, awaking from dark dreams
Sweat gleams off my forehead awoken by loud screams
Cloud beams, vowed schemes, in aw i plow teams
Obscene, too extreme, supreme to all things
I've seen too much, my eyes melt out of my sockets
My world turns upside down, hoodlums empty my pockets
This magical trip has turned for the worst
I feel the burning inside, time to fuel my thirst
I burst into a rage and am greeted by open arms
They tell to calm down and reach for the alarm
Guards rush in and take a hold of my body
Tie me down to a gurdle, i start kickin like karate
They tie my legs and inject the sedative
Calm my nerves, i see birds, open eyes, my head i lift
Instead i drift into the next dream full of good times and roses
Back to biblical times, freein people with the prophet Moses
Hold this next thought, i sought the good times and lines of dope rhymes
Fall short of greatness only to feel emptyness while hope shines
Joke finds its way into my cell and he laughs
I grasp the bed sheets infected with the staph
I graph up a plan to escape this psycho ward
To return to my drugs and to feel so restored
I lean toward the desk, reach deperately for the pen
Once I get it in my grip, my plan can begin
A sin to kill, but I must and I will
If it means Ill get out, shit ill do it for the thrill
I wait for the guard to come check on me
I fake a simple seizure and he reaches for the key
Unlocks my cell, comes in, unties my hands
Just then I take the pen, grin and then he stands
He scared he tries to yell, i stab him in the throat
Smile as the blood gushes and his breath chokes
Take his keys and proceed out the cell door
Make a left, i stress more, move down the corridor
Twists and turns no where to run plus i hear some more guards
Their coming my way, my heart starts racing real hard
Disgard of the pen or use it against myself
Suicide is the only option or should i use stealth
Sneak up on them, take a few down with me
Seems out of the questions considering im small like whitney
Fifty seconds until its all over, I put the pen to my wrist
Gash open my soft flesh, i smell death in my midst
I see his scythe i feel my life get sucked into his robe
I watch as previous sights flash past me like a strobe
My family, friends, school, and even these forums
Brought to the table betwen heaven and hell, a common quorum
God says he wants me, the devil says im his
The arguing continues then they finally conduct bis.
God says listen here, I'm taking him and thats final
I need this man in heaven, he raps, i spin the vinyl
My spinal cord gets pulled toward the holiest of sides
The Devil begins to cry, he pleads he wanted me to guide
His army of death into the Hip-Hop hall of fame
He said im one of the best to spit if off the brain
Insane, well thats the story, how i got to the top
Hip-Hops runs in my veins, my reign will never stop
So until next time boys and girls, its been a pleasure
I take pride in bringin you a new 84 measures

Note that im baked out of my mind and prolly dont make any sense at all. =P

[Passleoinj]

lol jetpack and sketch3 ....patheticccccccc
sketch3 is history
jetpack is next up

[Hidden Teknique]

Here it is, this is a new found lyrical rhapsody
Try to keep up, ya gotta have a lotta mind capacity
I type rhymes with a un-witnessed tenacity
Won't ever hear or see me on Rap City
Rhymes so bitter they'll leave you frost bit
Before takin' shots you better pack a med kit
Or you could wind up a dead kid, from the lines I spit
There are already too many wannabe emcees
If I got a dime per whack rapper It'd fill the seas
Tower the trees, my words sting worse then African killa bees
I'm not here to please, this threads on lock down I got it under seize
I'm ghetto, I'm hood, I got money, You suck I'm good
Most these kids spit ABC rhymes
Worshipin' fake rappers puttin them down in the times
It makes me sick to know the best rappers go unknown
Or they had a short life or stood in the shadow outshone
Whack emcees sit atop the throne, Platinum sales is their home
Their shit is either written by someone else, or pre, never off the dome
Ya gotta step your game up, gotta raise the bar
Your lines you be typin' is by far under the par
And I'm not directing this keystyle to anyone unless you take offense
If so let the e-beefin commence, because I be talkin bout you
This isn't the first time I lyrically committed homicide, it's roughly 22
And of course you knew, you rep a whack ass clique and crew
Good, deserving emcees are rare, between far and few

[MonoR]

you guys didnt understand yet eh?
my boy is droping bombs on you mother fuckers
try again later
and this ''closet'' rhyme
you know you worked on it for hours

so im outta here

[sibil juggalo]

YOU SO INNOCENT I WAANNA RAPE UR ANUS
SPREAD GOOD SALTY BUTTER ON UR RECTAL
IMA PENETRATE U SLOW AND HARD ARD ARD ARD ARD ARD LIKE A MOTHOFUCKIN BROOMSTICk
IMA LEAVE U WITH AN ASS ON FIA
ITS SO SAD THAT U KEEP CALLIN BACK
I DO NOT RYME AND COULDNT CARE LESS
CUZ IM A FUCKIN PEST
LAY LOW LAY LOW OR MY NIGGUZ IN HERE WILL GO MAD ON UR ANAL
anal LIKE FI FI FO MARIE AND HER LIL LAMBS ALSO LIKED A MOUTHFUL OF SBOMBS MAGICAL JIZZLE


awwwhh heell yeahh

ill butter up THIS dick and slip it in
strong arm your ass so it cant win
my cum is like holy water itll dissipate your sin
and baptize that ass again and again
your butthole is infinite looks like a black hole
and my dick wont take your life but itll take your soul
ill bury my dick deep in that ass like a sexually frustrated mole

[JEDI-MASTER]

ah tu viens d'verdun , jai du m'tromper foreal
jai vu un dude ki te ressemblait dans la 51

jedi-amster

what the fuck is yo problem
some people fuck around and you go all crazy
lemme calm you down

yo fuck all the shit you saying , youre a dumb bitch
youre crew probably kicked you out cause you had no skilz
or snitched , you aint no home boy , you a house boy
fuckin toy , messin with the big dogs from montreal
imma show you how it feels to get rammed for real
your weak ass lines cant come close to mine
i produce lyrical genocide similar to colombine
you dont really wanna fuck with me man
cause once you get too close to the dog
you going straight to the ground with the backhand
youse a small punk , talkshittin over the internet
probably sucked dick while you was young
only kid daddy didnt protect , youre an clown
where you comin from , straight battlin cats that are new here
scared to fight , cause you'd look like a bitch amongst your pairs
droppin motherfuckin fists on you boxin out your frame
when im done with your ass nobody's gonna remember your name
im great , im powerful
youre weak and pitiful
your words are so meaningless that i could kill you with one syllable
you better go back to school and do what you gotta do
cause next time you open your mouth , imma fuckin kill you

Crazy?
Pure bred psycho
Let me unleash theis verbal tenacity
They say Revenge is best served cold
Ill jus slaughter u now,
I gota give u sum credit for a bitch, u kinda bold
Tho All u doing is talkin lotta shit scrub
Ima drown u like I did ur bitch mother in da bathroom tub
Wasters the only real ***** ever came from montrealll
U all bite his style, like u bite my flow
Come on u bitch made pussy, im strapped in ready to go
Been waiting for the gunshots to ring, aint happening
U front, hopeing I wouldn’t call ur bluff
Now u stair perplexed, I new u weren’t so tough
I drop bars like I drop bombs
At the end of this fight ur gonna be labeled as bomingsciences best known retard
Ya think u can spit all u doing nikka is half assing ya rhyme
That shit u call rap aint worth a nick mmuch less a dime
Takes more n that to buy my time….

[Passleoinj]

you dont know shit about waster
he'S not what you think
and trust me , I,m right

so sick of kids thinking waster was like a god or some shit
fuckas like you didnt even talk to him once

youre just another internet bitch
im sic of wasting my time with whack bitches like yall

i wont even answer cause you pissed me off with that waster shit
later

[JEDI-MASTER]

right....i bet u never talked to ur idol either hardass

[Passleoinj]

get off his dick you dumb bitch
he was not that good
realize lol , youre just a worthless piece of shit like him

[Proper]

Don't go over board, Passleoinj.

[Hidden Teknique]

Ban that lil' trash talkin' bitch.

[Passleoinj]

truth hurts

[Hidden Teknique]

At least you should show some respect for the passed.

[sketch3]

simmer down ur trrent of faggotry hasnt got u banned yet,
but diising waste will get u outta her quicker than a fat bitch in dodgeball.

im not even on wasters nuts but have a lil respect for the dead

[Passleoinj]

then respect yourselves

[sketch3]

wat dose that even mean, im sure uv got a massters in bullshit

[SBOMBS]

i fuckin hate dedo cuz shes so fuckin ugly
shes like a twist of sponge bob square pants and paul mccourteney
ur hair looks sorta greezy and u sure look retarded
its gameover hoe
ive been playing y like my super niontendo
i only wish u were half as ugly as donkey kong
and i wouldnt mind to stick my banana in ur pussy-like ooblong
take it like that sheep rots has
and stop acting like that crack rock addicted hag
bs is no joke
take it lighteley
and well make u go ppee pee in ur panties

i love this thread amen

[JETPACK!!]

proper, for gods sake ban passleoinj. it'll increase the IQ of the rappin thread by at least 100.

im tired of this cocksucker actin like hes hard over the internet, shit pisses me off, ive never heard so much bullshit come outta one guys mouth before.

what the fuck fuels your ego passle? cuz you cant write, you cant rap, an hell, you prolly look like a douchebag with half a brain an no girlfriend an no mother.

grow the fuck up, grow some balls and shut the fuck up. you want me to make fun of your grandma when she dies? oh word, thats right, your too much of a G to give a fuck.

you fucking faggot cock sucking ass licking camel molesting two faced wanna be rapping wish i was signed to a label so i can spew my bullshit to kids because im a fucking lowlife wanna be thug douchebag. kill yourself, honestly, the most painful fucking way you can, and take pictures that'll automatically upload to BS so i can laugh at your body an when you shit you pants from hanging yourself faggot

FUCK YOU!!!

[JEDI-MASTER]

get off his dick you dumb bitch
he was not that good
realize lol , youre just a worthless piece of shit like him
u clown alot,im sure u wouldnt ever sy that to ne of the 666 crew, or me in person keep hiding behind ur screen, im not gonna clutter thre thread wit our shit but id love fo u to pm 1 of ur pieces so i can jus show to the rest of da community how much shit u talk, waster may b dead, but his name sure idnt, cant say that much for ya self if u died, no one in montreal let alone rest of the world would shed a tear b more like turning a blind eye
his toy days could prolly clown ur best, idc if im dickriding dat nikka had skillz

[SBOMBS]

i fuckin hate dedo cuz shes so fuckin ugly
shes like a twist of sponge bob square pants and paul mccourteney
ur hair looks sorta greezy and u sure look retarded
its gameover hoe
ive been playing y like my super niontendo
i only wish u were half as ugly as donkey kong
and i wouldnt mind to stick my banana in ur pussy-like ooblong
take it like that sheep rots has
and stop acting like that crack rock addicted hag
bs is no joke
take it lighteley
and well make u go ppee pee in ur panties

i love this thread amen

bump

[Proper]

proper, for gods sake ban passleoinj. it'll increase the IQ of the rappin thread by at least 100.

im tired of this cocksucker actin like hes hard over the internet, shit pisses me off, ive never heard so much bullshit come outta one guys mouth before.

what the fuck fuels your ego passle? cuz you cant write, you cant rap, an hell, you prolly look like a douchebag with half a brain an no girlfriend an no mother.

grow the fuck up, grow some balls and shut the fuck up. you want me to make fun of your grandma when she dies? oh word, thats right, your too much of a G to give a fuck.

you fucking faggot cock sucking ass licking camel molesting two faced wanna be rapping wish i was signed to a label so i can spew my bullshit to kids because im a fucking lowlife wanna be thug douchebag. kill yourself, honestly, the most painful fucking way you can, and take pictures that'll automatically upload to BS so i can laugh at your body an when you shit you pants from hanging yourself faggot

FUCK YOU!!!

I'll let Gesus and Lust know.
I think whatever they decide will be just.

However I did give him an infraction and whatever
they decide.

[JEDI-MASTER]

<3s to proper....
and jus cuz i fuckin can...for waster
im so sick of the hate
its time to sit back, reflect and comiserate
open ur ears and listen, open ya eyes n see
this art that was my life consumed breathed and burned in me
real homies set far and wide inbetween
but i got nuthin but love for gesus,die, hepos and laddy bee
fuck god but im no son of the devil
fuck pass this ***** couldnt ever touch his shit, waster has nd always will be on another level
pieces to bombs ***** had mor firepower then nagasaki and hiroshima
his art, and infection similiar to gonorehea
might be able to clean it up for a bit, but ull still know its name
waster was was the definition of the word fame
montreall is where this great man came
but he was a stallion, not an artisst that could be tamed
dropped pieces like tags,never enough ammo layin around to fill his mags
he crushed everything in sight .had so much beef, but still the man put up a fight to the very end
he had sum deep despair that not even his begotten woman could mend
life gives us all a hand that must be dealt, he went all in
i dont belive in god so i caint claim his actions as a sin
but all around the world this tragedy has truly been felt
lifes a game we jus cant get a grip on nd win
FUCK U PASS....R.I.P man

[MonoR]

Crazy?
Pure bred psycho
Let me unleash theis verbal tenacity
They say Revenge is best served cold
Ill jus slaughter u now,
I gota give u sum credit for a bitch, u kinda bold
Tho All u doing is talkin lotta shit scrub
Ima drown u like I did ur bitch mother in da bathroom tub
Wasters the only real ***** ever came from montrealll
U all bite his style, like u bite my flow
Come on u bitch made pussy, im strapped in ready to go
Been waiting for the gunshots to ring, aint happening
U front, hopeing I wouldn’t call ur bluff
Now u stair perplexed, I new u weren’t so tough
I drop bars like I drop bombs
At the end of this fight ur gonna be labeled as bomingsciences best known retard
Ya think u can spit all u doing nikka is half assing ya rhyme
That shit u call rap aint worth a nick mmuch less a dime
Takes more n that to buy my time….




lmao

you dont even know what the fuck your talking about
but its aight you know
you suck and no1 is bitting your ''flow''
cause you dont flow at all
but its aight yo, keep not rhymin, at all
aight?

see you later jedi bastard

[JEDI-MASTER]

im getin off...ill deal wit u 2moro, mayb if u read between the lines u simple minded fool ud relaize wat was being said, quick lines but deeper meenings lie inbetween not problem if cant get a grasp n c

[Passleoinj]

ouchhh you caught some feelings right there
i can probably write better than 75% of this forum
and you what can you do?
and yeah , my grandmother's dead , my grandfather's dead too
and im still here laughin at you
cant knock the hustle
oh btw
yall toys better stfu haha

ps2: jedi master , just learn your history

WHOS CATCHIN' FEELINGS NOW?

[JETPACK!!]

not me, i dont feel things. except your dead grandma

and good that shes dead, and good that your grandpas dead too

next is your fams then you

then ill be happy

[Passleoinj]

ohh did my words hurt your little mind
thats just too raw for you bitch
who's takin it seriously now??
hahahahaha motherfuckas can't see me

[JETPACK!!]

honestly, are you in your own world? cuz you dont seem to be grasping reality well. hahaha you clown

[Passleoinj]

grasping reality , what?
yo you didnt know?
i FUCKED YOUR BITCH HHAAHAA

[JETPACK!!]

aight im done with you

grow up

["Riot"]

I know your not home,so I'll rhythmatically dance to the calling tone. Power off the phone,Listen to time fly by. Asking why?,616 ruler is I. I feel locked up,doin stated time,stuck in war zone battle lines but its only my mind,an attack is approaching from behind. I learned ignorance is bliss,until your body lies motionless. I clinch my fists to rise above,stuck in what you call love. My breath has a foul odor of dope,at the end of my ropes,lTime suddenly goes slower,Suddenly I think we can grow closer. But this time suddenly grew older,Burning heart lies in ashes in my empty stomach,emotions skyrocket,but my heart rate plumets. I know you like this beat so lets hum it,together,forever,ending is never. Impossible is temporary,I bite my lip,losing my grip,feeling weak,biting on my cheeks for weeks. Bodily fluids leak out from my mouth and nose,this is the life we've chose. Suddenly a new feeling from deep down arose,so I'll express it with disproportioned flows and low blows. but who knows,will you regret?,or be like hey fuck the system! and press reset.let it go,one last furious blow to the top of the dome,Ill leave chills, want your mind blown and one last chance to call you my own. Just because I refuse doesn't mean I haven't heard the verdict. But you fly by elegant,how relevant. So ill take this drug instead of sellin it,to you know give it a shove? A light push but until then ill smoke my kush. This shits like the doppler effect,whos next? here alone,all depressed,emotionally and physically stressed. But you know what? My heart is easy to break so just work it,hurt it,rip it in half, I swear that shits weak as glass,but my minds tough as brass knucks,cats be like hey you know that ofb1 kid? I tried to hurt his feelings,but he just chuckled.

ya know.
a lil written.

[UnConscious]

hahahahaha
heres a lil punchline i just spit to my homeboy that was tryin to rap a second ago...

Andrew, who are you? think yer one to spit a flow?
yer rivers are dried up like prostitutes, at 70 years old.

[sketch3]

lol
at sbombs and unconsious

jedi matser u look half fish like aqua man,
ill attack ur clan, smack ur fam, then jack ur gran,
pluss ur musics wacker than, lisstenin to emo cracker bands,
wish u were blacker and, didnt live in the suburbia,
while im on gurrilla tactics like cossevo an serbia,
ur no murderer,no ones even herd of ya,

[ForGiven]

goooooooooooddddd ddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaammmmnnnn hahahahah

that shit was great sketch, a fuckin half fish; lol.

[MonoR]

im getin off...ill deal wit u 2moro, mayb if u read between the lines u simple minded fool ud relaize wat was being said, quick lines but deeper meenings lie inbetween not problem if cant get a grasp n c

im so sorry do you want a fortune cookie?
here where the fuck is sumoe at when we need him?

[ODonthesetrees]

it is 830 on a friday night
need some sensi so i can feel alright
droppedd 5 pills with a bottle of jack
damn i need me a cadillac
to roll down the street kickin my beats
pick me up a sack of sensi sweets
pick me up some bitches to roll back home
and smoke the ganja while they lick they bones


...that was hte first time i ever ripped one of these that sounded decent without needing to think half way through it...HELL YA

[ODonthesetrees]

bump
hahahah why would you bump that? that was fucking garbage, and bs is not to be taken lightly? this is a fucking internet forum...i dont take life seriously, why would i tkae this shit seriously

[UnConscious]

I know yer not talkin ish sketch...

[sketch3]

wats that?

[GeSuS_KRiST]

truth hurts

dont get your whore bitch mother confused with waster u peice of fucking shit... just because your pops never loved you doesnt mean your wothless peice of shit ass has to come one here like every other fake peice of shit thinking they could rap.... get the fuck out here or be forced to leave, last night while u were rapping on here dissing people in MY crew, my ass was haning out with people in music videos signed touring artist rocking shows with them...

i live the fuckin life u and all these kids dream about... your not better then anyone so get that fucking ego out of your dome...

punk bitch, i dont even need to spit shit to make you inadequate...

[SAID]

:eek:

[Hidden Teknique]

For all those kids on here talkin' like they thugs
I'm a break it down thuggication style
This is the only time you'll see me talk about guns and drugs
Why? Just to show how easy it is to rhyme about......
Started typin at 11:13 PM

Here you lay your life is on the line
Strapped up to machines for one last time
How did you get here laying in this hospital bed
Your soaked in clothes covered in red, a hole in your head
In about 20 minutes you'll probably be dead, killed with lead
Or instead why the fuck were you in that barrio
Give the cops your statement, tell them the scenario
You were walkin with some friends down the street
When some crazy Jack comes out waving the heat
Tellin you to give him all you got, you sweatin now you feelin hot
Dude's screamin now like a tea kettle pot, you thinkin a lot
You wondering if you'll feel the pain first or see the first shot
Contemplatin on if this guy gets your scrilla will he later be caught?
Probably not, so you try to talk, calm him down
Dudes not fallin for your games he ain't a clown
So that 9 millimeter he be wavin around,
You're waitin to hear the sound
The two friends you are with are frozen in shock
Their eyes fixed on the shine of the glock
They know there time is up like the last tic of a clock
They know dudes just stickin em for money so he can buy more rock
Thats when you feel a burning sensation the blade of knife
Oh shit it's chaos now, by the blade is how you're losin your life
Then you feel a burnin sensation up in your chest, you've been capped
A bullet wound near your heart, a dude in the dark was strapped
Now you fallin' down on ya knees, prayin' to God PLEASE PLEASE
You didn't wanna lose your life this way
Wishin' you could rewind go back have a Replay
But instead over a simple stroll at night you lost your life
To two bullet wounds and the sharp jagged blade of a knife
Layin' in a hospital bed, hoooked up on life support
Curious if you'll make it out alive and see the "murderer" at court
Lookin' at your bare feet they jacked your Nike
Guess this was your last chance never had a wifey
Close your eyes, see yourself lookin down the barrel of a gun
Eyes closed, head down, you're praying like a nun
You dead now, over being in the ghetto tryin to have some fun...

[Kayone707]

i got bored so i didnt read all that shit...
i dont play poker, i dont like to bet..
i have a cat...
hes black and fat..

word son.

[Passleoinj]

dont get your whore bitch mother confused with waster u peice of fucking shit... just because your pops never loved you doesnt mean your wothless peice of shit ass has to come one here like every other fake peice of shit thinking they could rap.... get the fuck out here or be forced to leave, last night while u were rapping on here dissing people in MY crew, my ass was haning out with people in music videos signed touring artist rocking shows with them...

i live the fuckin life u and all these kids dream about... your not better then anyone so get that fucking ego out of your dome...

punk bitch, i dont even need to spit shit to make you inadequate...

ah shitt , you musta love him really much

i dont envy you at all , shit look at you
youre a fuckin crackhead and your beats are whack
talkin about ego did you hear yourself haha
you aint livin in cali with a nice house with a pool and bitches for days
just continue makin your e-life succesful and gettin toys respect
cause thats all you'll get :)

and if youre so succesful , why the fuck you aint on the tv
just another underground broke dude
and youre really right
you really do spit SHIT

aight i'm done here , hurt too many dudes at the same time

[Hidden Teknique]

Consider Ya Ass Banned!!

[JETPACK!!]

frankly, i hate most emcees. once they get signed it goes to their heads too fast. i cant blame em though, gettin paid to talk.

oh well, ill work for my buck an hate emcees an not give a fuck
cats talkin this an that, gets fuckin irritatin. not many peeps keep it real

hopefully gesus makes a buck an keeps it real

word, hopefully passleoinj is outta here by tonight... not that he wont be back with a new account

[GeSuS_KRiST]

ah shitt , you musta love him really much

i dont envy you at all , shit look at you
youre a fuckin crackhead and your beats are whack
talkin about ego did you hear yourself haha
you aint livin in cali with a nice house with a pool and bitches for days
just continue makin your e-life succesful and gettin toys respect
cause thats all you'll get :)

and if youre so succesful , why the fuck you aint on the tv
just another underground broke dude
and youre really right
you really do spit SHIT

aight i'm done here , hurt too many dudes at the same time
my beats are whack, thats why i sell them to artist who rock world tours right HAHAHAHAHA

and your right i dont live in cali, i live in fucking miami which is MORE expensive and nicer then cali, with bitches for years, and i have way more then a e-life and i HAVE been on tv my musics been in ommericals in indie movies in graffiti movies, im FAR from broke, i DONT rap... and i get respect for the cats i look up to in everything i do obviously im doin somthing, specially if a lil kid like your is mad and jelious enough of my to hate.... now excuse me while i go fuck your dead whore of a grandmother the sloppy not dried up cunt scab... you waste of life peice of french faggot toast


and your banned but im sure you'll have another account... why dont you learn shit about me before u try to diss me with things u think i dont do but actually REALLY do do

[JETPACK!!]

thanks gesus, ive been callin for that for a minute now

[SenTheFirst]

battle anyone?

[UnConscious]

lol
at sbombs and unconsious,

i kno yer not talkin shit man, cuz you wouldnt dis ya broski, would ya?

[SBOMBS]

i fuckin hate dedo cuz shes so fuckin ugly
shes like a twist of sponge bob square pants and paul mccourteney
ur hair looks sorta greezy and u sure look retarded
its gameover hoe
ive been playing y like my super niontendo
i only wish u were half as ugly as donkey kong
and i wouldnt mind to stick my banana in ur pussy-like ooblong
take it like that sheep rots has
and stop acting like that crack rock addicted hag
bs is no joke
take it lighteley
and well make u go ppee pee in ur panties

i love this thread amen

gebus when are the luxery cars for....
i really dont like dedo
cuz she reminds me this bitch i fucked anal
i wish i was like in the matrix
doin my supermaine thangthang and flippin some trix
i also have 2 cats
one is gray the other has white paws and a white nose
i like to creep up on em and treet them like banana-hoes
my catsz are all thin and horny
cuz im a broke ass motherfuckin minimum wage workin
average guy that and im thinkin on eatin'em
im so bored luckily i get to dream about gebus and his fancy life....
cuz my bitchez are dirty
and the cherry-hoes and dirtier....


put that in your pipe and smoke it

[thesilentvandal]

my beats are whack, thats why i sell them to artist who rock world tours right HAHAHAHAHA

and your right i dont live in cali, i live in fucking miami which is MORE expensive and nicer then cali, with bitches for years, and i have way more then a e-life and i HAVE been on tv my musics been in ommericals in indie movies in graffiti movies, im FAR from broke, i DONT rap... and i get respect for the cats i look up to in everything i do obviously im doin somthing, specially if a lil kid like your is mad and jelious enough of my to hate.... now excuse me while i go fuck your dead whore of a grandmother the sloppy not dried up cunt scab... you waste of life peice of french faggot toast


and your banned but im sure you'll have another account... why dont you learn shit about me before u try to diss me with things u think i dont do but actually REALLY do do


you think your something cuz you rock the same outline over and over, while other cats are progressing? even if i do say the truth your gonna ban me, cuz im not respecting the rules, fuck you, you think your that much, but do you ever bomb? no, you do the same boring outline over and over, and say its grimmy, grimmy shit is supposed to be clean , you like 22 and fucking crackhead, so i dont even know what you be doing on this site with your ego and your 22.000 posts.

fuck you and your ego
im out


and for you information im not the dude you banned, im one of his good friends.

[sketch3]

i kno yer not talkin shit man, cuz you wouldnt dis ya broski, would ya?

oh no i ment it was good, that punchline u said made me laugh

[UnConscious]

haha yeah, my boys were rollin.
dude spit out his corona all over my livin room, fuckin clown

[Noen]

my beats are whack, thats why i sell them to artist who rock world tours right HAHAHAHAHA

and your right i dont live in cali, i live in fucking miami which is MORE expensive and nicer then cali, with bitches for years, and i have way more then a e-life and i HAVE been on tv my musics been in ommericals in indie movies in graffiti movies, im FAR from broke, i DONT rap... and i get respect for the cats i look up to in everything i do obviously im doin somthing, specially if a lil kid like your is mad and jelious enough of my to hate.... now excuse me while i go fuck your dead whore of a grandmother the sloppy not dried up cunt scab... you waste of life peice of french faggot toast


and your banned but im sure you'll have another account... why dont you learn shit about me before u try to diss me with things u think i dont do but actually REALLY do do


YO FAGGET, you banned my other account eh? your good eh you can ban people, its not liek that in real life fag, you aint gonna get respect for your shitty outlines, and i know your gonna ban me again, but i have like 50000 accounts. fagget

see you in hell with waste

and yo, practice your grimmy style, cuz right now, its total bullshit, like your crack head face ,and your gay ass raps.
fagg

[SenTheFirst]

back on topic?

somebody battle me

[sketch3]

i will, hopng ppl will just ignore that guy and battle
travle to ur home via ultra sonic,
rain bubonic tonics,
an hailys comit, on it,
got love for ur boy ,homo shit not platonic,
u spit ill? im sicker than a poet lepper,
i vomit sonets,
how u gunna hold mics with 6 fingers gone bitch,
i shud have a license to kill, bustin james bond shit,
take ur martini and the blonde chick,
leve the bitch shaken not stired,
after iv taken wats hers,
just cuss ur shits fake an absurd,
talkin shit hope for sake ur not hered,
cuss ill b hatchin plots like snakes n the birds,
rob u if i need skunk to waken these words,

[JETPACK!!]

YO FAGGET, you banned my other account eh? your good eh you can ban people, its not liek that in real life fag, you aint gonna get respect for your shitty outlines, and i know your gonna ban me again, but i have like 50000 accounts. fagget

see you in hell with waste

and yo, practice your grimmy style, cuz right now, its total bullshit, like your crack head face ,and your gay ass raps.
fagg

man this guy comes back more frequently than a basehead who cant get her fix

[Noen]

your funny eh? you just did a joke about a person on the internet, you feel acomplished now, fucking internet killed the street game, and you guys are here waiting for something to hapen, and your here and make a stupid joke and think somebody is gonna laugh, and you will feel accomplished, fagget , get your facts straight, im gonna stay here, whatever you do, il always know how to comeback, while you will go cry if you get banned, thats the diference, i dont give a fuck about the mods, and you dick ride them like there's no life tomorow.

fag

[daTANK]

all this internet dissin why dontcha stop and just listen ya meet up one goes missin then hes found lata while fishin so now ya have a decision ya either bang or keep bitchin so now sit and invision u chillin up in tha kitchen ya talk and no one will listen cuz ya dont bang ya just bitchin.
real talk think about it. This is to anymothafucka that b steady shoutin Real Gs dont talk so ya credit im doubtin

[Proper]

your funny eh? you just did a joke about a person on the internet, you feel acomplished now, fucking internet killed the street game, and you guys are here waiting for something to hapen, and your here and make a stupid joke and think somebody is gonna laugh, and you will feel accomplished, fagget , get your facts straight, im gonna stay here, whatever you do, il always know how to comeback, while you will go cry if you get banned, thats the diference, i dont give a fuck about the mods, and you dick ride them like there's no life tomorow.

fag

It wasn't Gesus that banned you idiot.
That was me
Ialso banned the other accounts under your IP Addy.

Oh yeah you can't read that ahhaah.
I'm dumb.

[JEDI-MASTER]

proper, 2 words bud, thank you

[sketch3]

stop talking about that faggot,
if everyone ignores him he'll get bord

[GeSuS_KRiST]

YO FAGGET, you banned my other account eh? your good eh you can ban people, its not liek that in real life fag, you aint gonna get respect for your shitty outlines, and i know your gonna ban me again, but i have like 50000 accounts. fagget

see you in hell with waste

and yo, practice your grimmy style, cuz right now, its total bullshit, like your crack head face ,and your gay ass raps.
fagg
learn who banned you first you bitch ass faggot... i hope your mother gets raped to death in front of you, you fucking worthless peice of cum guzzke gutter trash.... now go back to your peice of shit life style where u have to write graffiti so u can get props at somthing in life..... wow u can scribble on a wall... i bet your fam is really really proud of you...

[sketch3]

he cant read it genious, hes been banned

[Proper]

Calm down, guy.

Alright goodnight BS community.

[daTANK]

gesus ur funny as fuck you sick s.o.b. i love it lol

[daTANK]

btw r u tha gesus that turns regi into kind? im not really a wino but we can fire it up

["Riot"]

Get the facts,its hard to rap when visions arent defined as if you had caterax. In school suspension multiple hours of detention.yeaaah,you heard of suicidal prevention? Did i I forget to mention,this shit you say you can relate to,but really deep down you have no clue what to do. stuck in this shoulder to shoulder cubicle talkin rhymes to impress. I breathe those 4 numbers and bleed those 5 numbers,you know what i mean. My heart full of hate,like villians and henchmen,hearts been pulled so much,please release some tension,cute some slack,release the ropes,give up your hope,look at this machine you made,to quick and equipped with hand grenades.stuck in his hands,due to suicidial thoughts as his interal system rots. This freestyle shit is really all that i got,once my high descends consider us best friends. My cold heart is bent in a pecilur angle,thought i try to clear but just tangles. My mental state of mind is bruised and mangled. yeah,your askin why im always down for that drunken lullaby. I’m gonna hit that pipe until my mind gets fried,snort lines until Your down for the ride. nothing here left to hide, i told you that and you just sigh. but ok though, you all dont really hear me though. keep guessin,this is my honest expression,let me teach you a lesson,alright when shit happens,dont you start stressin,cause feeling for others will only lessen. thats a true fact,consider that a blessing,dont stop to think with 36 hour intervals,and think before you act and dont drink toxic chemicals. ahah but on the real though, its 3 in the mornin,smokin blacks,callin fake mcees whack,fuck your life,irack,isteal,cop dimes faster then i spit lines,you fuckin toy,bitchmade christian boy,the names ofb1 i get up so high you cant get near it,so get your fuckin knees,bow down and fear it.


damnzz guyzz.
themz is fightin wordz

[oblong]

man this guy comes back more frequently than a basehead who cant get her fix

haha noen is pretty stupid because he doesnt know they can ban ip's
if he even knows what that means

[UnConscious]

i can agree with riot on the suicidal thoughts, i cant stand this fucked up life, id rather see it rot, i plot goin out, cut, shoot, er should i jump, its easy hit the bleezy load a shell into the pump, and dump a round thats so profound it splits my mellon, this felon in gods eyes, soul's roped and hog tied, i ride the next wave bound to drown in fire pits, im at my wits end and feel this bitch bend, pretend that nothings wrong, always a smile on my face, trapt in this tiny body, i feel so out of place, a case of Ynotophobia, why not just end it all? why not just say good bye and end the feeling of appall? im tall on the outside but on the inside short like dwarfs, underconfident, a catterpiller whos missed his last chance to morph, never be beautiful like butterflys, never spread my wings, head filled with utter lies, never thread the brittle string, its too late to sew wats left of my broken self back together, cant rebuild this run-down shack, its seen such horrible and stormy weather, im better off no longer experiencing the pain, second thoughts disintagrate conscience filled with ascertain, as explained before it might be time to see death, only gods breath can pull me outta this waist deep mess. Lord save me...

[sketch3]

yo im lopin heads, mcs better get a neck protecker,
like the rza rector, run up in ur sector,
flexin hanible lector, clinic shuda checked ya,
transmitin deise like an aides vetor,
in ur system hopin it wont affect ya,
but cums back to haunt u like exorsied specters,

[UnConscious]

this is not a written, no editing done at all, started typin at 7:50, lets go

im dun baitin the master, master of baitin, holdin the weight, yall be shakin, master of fakin, im steadily lacin up and tracin the master of pacin the lyrical race, lyracal taste is full grace, holdin the master under my waiste, master of case, capitol A im the top line and top grade, emcees are empty, i bring light to the shade, overplayed, story of radio hits, i cleanse the piss with the mist formin in my mornin grits, who wants this, they cant hang you see im swingin like spider monkeys, spider punching biter punks that jack my writen funk, lit the chump from the trunk, im creepin with out a doubt, im peepin in seekin out, wat yew kno nothin bout, in this bout, yes its me and yew, mono-y-mono, we can go toe-to-toe wreck yer whole style, rock yew like bono, yer a pawn, oh im a king and the comander in cheif, yew saltier that the skeet that came out when ya bitch jest queefd, ima theif stealin everythin in sight, a kleptomaniac, protect ya neck, ill steal ya thoughts like marvels braniac, this aint an act, im burnin through and infect ya like a rusty nail, bust and fail, ya aint push shit yew aint no gusty sail, i prevail, ill come through yew like a broken cap, choken raps, ill fuck yew, leave yew with a broken back, broken gats, ya aint holdin lead, its shootin blanks, im blastin missiles i stay heated like a fuckin tank, buckin dank, i inhale ice - exhale fire, consequences dire, step to and ya game retires, ill just hire, yer bitch as my sex slave, best pray, ill spray the tongue and make ya chest cave, best save, ya best lines fer last, cuz yer ass is gettin trashed body wont get found til early trash-day.... haha i used a couple lines from a nother time rhymed, its ok tho cuz i only bite my shit, so stay low, jest lay-low like nate dogg and pharaoh monche, im coppin like ponch and dealin it out so call me head honch.

lol weaksauce but its watever, a true freestyle

[KrazyKrac]

unconscious.. you got some good rhymes.. but work on your structure, instead of a paragraph try n write it like this


i misuse information that is given to me
cuz i flip verses like crack.. cant match me lyrically


makes it easier to flow.. and read..

[UnConscious]

lol look up all my rhymes, these were jest two quick flows that i didnt care about at all.
i normally put it in a bar structure... peep it

[UnConscious]

freestyle rappin, im steady clappin for the beat,
thats wats happnin, open dap and closed hat tappin
and im jest graffin, paintin, creatin dope up on this open map
open lap, im workin on my cluttered desk
reminds me of the mess created when the homie ripped his guess
yew see thats a jacket, he caught the pocket tryin to jump a fence
fell face first, and split both of his crusty lips
blood all on the pavement, yew see he nearly made it
cops got him and they popped him, not with a gat but surely tazed him
it amazed him, he said one of the craziest experiences
reminded him of some frankenstien experiments,
its jest another memory now, but we'll never ferget
sit back and laugh now, but see we'll never ferget
i dont care if i rhymed the same word twice
because im telling a story, a story bout my life
im not tryin to be the best, im jest tryin clean my mess
cleanse my conscience of the night i left my homie and his guess

lol night was crazy tho, on the real.

[Hidden Teknique]

Unconscious seems to have caught on to put the time you started typin'
10:45 Freestyleeee

I'm sick and tired of all the drama and bullshit in my life
My brother just caught a dude cheatin' with his wife
His second kid wasn't even his he's heartbroken
He's having trouble puttin' words together let alone spoken
It's hard out here and I work all the time yet don't have a buck
This lifestyle sucks where no one cares or gives two fucks
30 hour weeks and school everyday I'm still broke
I don't blow haze, drink, or blow my money on coke
So where in the fuck does all my money go
Bills and Gas plus fines from Court and the Po Po
I don't have a shiny fuckin chain or necklace
I drive a shitty ass car not a fuckin Lexus
I probably won't even pass inspection
Another 300 bucks gone for minor correction
I don't even wanna think about shit
This life is too real it's too fuckin legit
So I rhyme all the time to free my mind
Sit back, close my eyes, and mentally press rewind
I'm experimenting with making beats and I keep rhymin'
Lyricism I didn't know I ever could've had I keep findin'
I mean fuck I feel so fuckin degraded and hated
I've been harrassed, violated, and my cribs been raided
I feel like I'm on the losin' team and won't be traded
So I try to use originality and keep updated
When I rhyme it's all of my minds expression
To help me stay out of chronic depression
It's time to close this freestyle session

[GeSuS_KRiST]

he cant read it genious, hes been banned
OH HELL NAW i know you just didn't tell me what to do
ill get retarded on that handycapped ass right before i dismiss you
pull a "im rubber and your glue" immature type issue
so grab a tissue
because 2 night i just might, power trip
so bitch ill fish fist fuck you...

Ps. its G-e-N-I-U-S... peep the contest...

in other words, he has more then one account, why wouldn't he make another... like i give a fuck....

[Soboe!]

YO FAGGET, you banned my other account eh? your good eh you can ban people, its not liek that in real life fag, you aint gonna get respect for your shitty outlines, and i know your gonna ban me again, but i have like 50000 accounts. fagget

see you in hell with waste

and yo, practice your grimmy style, cuz right now, its total bullshit, like your crack head face ,and your gay ass raps.
fagg

When he says, "see you in hell with waste" he better not be refering to waster.
sorry if i spelt some shit wrong

[GeSuS_KRiST]

oh he was

[Soboe!]

ban that fagget!
EDIT: haha i forgot he was already banned!

[sketch3]

OH HELL NAW i know you just didn't tell me what to do
ill get retarded on that handycapped ass right before i dismiss you
pull a "im rubber and your glue" immature type issue
so grab a tissue
because 2 night i just might, power trip
so bitch ill fish fist fuck you...

Ps. its G-e-N-I-U-S... peep the contest...

in other words, he has more then one account, why wouldn't he make another... like i give a fuck....
why dosnt everyone stop giving him atention hes a loudmouth whore,
hes been talking shit for months. he can mank make as many acounts as he wants but it wud be pointless if no one responded

as for my spelling i cudnt care im dyslexic

[yungstunna]

all you faggots not nothin, your soft when touchin, like quilts, baby bottoms or hair on brushes, yall skared to touch this, cuz i kill yall easily, have you body dun barried like easy e, B! its easy for me to beat all your g's i like G'S when thay act so sleazily, im believed to be the most evil m.c. got feels acting normal when they come to see me then colapsin when they leave, fallin like leaves, hitin the street like my feet on the concrete, dont go calm me, i eat m.c.s like carnavors on meat. and i chill, slumped in the seat im grippin the heat, heavy gripped let her slip, youll bleed and youll see.
im not a nice guy when im getting all mad, u got ziplocks thats weak im rockin with glad. im glad to be back and burning you cats, im on fire like in mummy when they found that damn map. im liften my cap to the dudes that are older... ill take you weak artists out the game like poker folders im older.. naw joking im a kid in the game but your like my girls picture i smashed into your frame. listen and dont respond you got nothing to prove ill leave you like the magic... coloured black and blue! nuggaaaahhh !

[SUP one]

paintin on walls isa fuckin habit
graff is my crack and im an addict
if the cops roll up i bounce out like a rabbit
doin heaven spot pieces is the only way ill have it
danger danger someone call the doc up
SUPone is in your town
and bout to bomb your spot up!!!

omg!! im so white!! yeah!@#$%^&*

[KrazyKrac]

^^^ like ur topic


Aint Nothing But A Mix A Lyricists n A Graff Fellow
Da Verse Just Like Paint Fumes.. Get u Kids Mellow
I Get More Bombs Out On Da Town. Den Da Iraqi War
All Round Da STATE Shit Cant Map Me WHORE..
Da 1 Ya Adore.. KrazyKrac.. Iz Like That
Markers In Da Jacket.. Paint In Da BackPack
Got On More Label's(stickers) Den A Signed Artist
Aint No 1 Cross Me Yet Cuz Da Fear Da Consequence Of Being A Dead Carcass..


lost train of thought...

[sketch3]

wont be talking bout singhed artists,
wen ur bodys found in swamps an marshes,
are u sure u wanna start this?
im one of the harshest basterds,
im fucking heartless,
commit more hatecrimes than nazi marches,
hidden agenda written on ancient parchments

[Hidden Teknique]

Unconscious seems to have caught on to put the time you started typin'
10:45 Freestyleeee

I'm sick and tired of all the drama and bullshit in my life
My brother just caught a dude cheatin' with his wife
His second kid wasn't even his he's heartbroken
He's having trouble puttin' words together let alone spoken
It's hard out here and I work all the time yet don't have a buck
This lifestyle sucks where no one cares or gives two fucks
30 hour weeks and school everyday I'm still broke
I don't blow haze, drink, or blow my money on coke
So where in the fuck does all my money go
Bills and Gas plus fines from Court and the Po Po
I don't have a shiny fuckin chain or necklace
I drive a shitty ass car not a fuckin Lexus
I probably won't even pass inspection
Another 300 bucks gone for minor correction
I don't even wanna think about shit
This life is too real it's too fuckin legit
So I rhyme all the time to free my mind
Sit back, close my eyes, and mentally press rewind
I'm experimenting with making beats and I keep rhymin'
Lyricism I didn't know I ever could've had I keep findin'
I mean fuck I feel so fuckin degraded and hated
I've been harrassed, violated, and my cribs been raided
I feel like I'm on the losin' team and won't be traded
So I try to use originality and keep updated
When I rhyme it's all of my minds expression
To help me stay out of chronic depression
It's time to close this freestyle session

..

[SBOMBS]

MY FLOW IS SO RAW IT GIVES ME TUMMY BURNS
FUKIN INDIGESTION IS WHAT U LEARN
I CAME FROM DA SOUTH AN IM A TOTAL BAD MOUTH
I GO LIKE TUMPTESEY THIS SHITS ALL BREAZY
U FEEL ME FROM A MILE AWAY IM THE NEW COURVOISIER
FUCKIN EY WE BE RIDIN EASAY TRUE WAY
IM ABOUT TO LIGHT ME A DROUGH
PLEASE DONT CALL THE 5-0
OR MY ASS WE BE SLANGIN IN DA BOX FOR A FEW MONTHS LESS A FIEW ROCKS
HOLY SHIT MY RYMES ARE SO DIRTAY
GREASY FUCKIN CHeASY I LIKE IT DAT WAY

[mr. dankkyyys]

ighht ready ya'll its game time now
you fools is fallin like snow and im bak witta plow
i may not kno you, but you gona get to no me
come home and i gotcha girl at gunpoint, sippin a forty
back to the graff now thats the main topic
blast spots like a rocket, stacks and caps in my pocket
only hittin heaven spots, even ya tall fools cant top it
light up an L, watch my commen sense fall
only blunts, no bowls, i keep my pieces for the walls

[Hidden Teknique]

Key'd down off the dome..Started at 11:06

All these cats keep spittin bout the same topics
Majority of you never even lived near the projects
Today you gotta be fresh, new, have some originality
The world ain't all about bustin guns this is reality
The same "thuggin" themes is what y'all about
A shiny new chain, sellin' cocaine and blowin' stout
Zest or the buddah blest to calm you down, give you rest
Real rhymes help express and get shit off ya chest
I'm not very good at rhymin' not even close to the best
Out on my own from an early age outta the nest
Homicide, untouchable lyrical slaughter
You go hard, I'm a go much harder
I give it all I got, 110 percent
The NorthEast is what I represent
A beast from the Upper East
I eat beats like they are a feast
I'm not a gangster, not a mobster
I heat mics like a boiling lobster
I see right through you, an impostor

[GeSuS_KRiST]

daps to tek.... onyperson i can finish a whole post thats not 5 lines long

[Hidden Teknique]

9:52
Thanks for the props Gesus

Today true lyricism is quite hard to find
Just like discovering gold in a coal mine
It's out there you just gotta look hard enough
Most rappers today beef ain't legit, it's a bluff
Try to distinguish fake rappers from real emcees
Rappers are luke warm, emcees burn in high degrees
Reach far and wide from 7 seas, down to twenty thousand leagues
Keepin' shit on lock and holdin' mics under siege
If you have wordplay and can easily manipulate vocabulary
Your lyrics are more like a joke, comedian guy like Tyler Perry
I understand it, with lyrics like this why you think I'm a bandit
I only do it because my soul demand it, off the dome I don't plan it
I'm in heavy rotation like planet, so your whack ass raps...Can It

[Hidden Teknique]

Quick one 12:01 AM

Today in this world any thing can happen...
Broke ass hoodlums makin' a cool mil rappin'
Rollin' down the street music stay constantly blastin'
Seat belts ain't fasten, corner guys stay trappin'
Gangsta's holdin' heat, they beretta be clappin'
Wind up dead, you're permanently nappin'
Fuckin' assassin, Killin and plane crashin'
Drug stashin, hopin' fences, stay dashin'
Rob a bank then go later and cash in
Late nights, early mornings burnin' and crashin'
I rhyme with all I got, you hear my passion
Gonna be a true story of Rags to Riches
Fuckin' with the clique, ya boys end up in ditches
Bodies full with holes, slugs, and old stitches
Steal ya shit and then fuck ya bitches
All y'all wanna be rappers find new niches

[Hidden Teknique]

I'm starting on a verse for a track I'm hoping to record. Here is what I came up with so far. Verse One..

Get ready for my tale as I talk and my story begins
I'll try to keep it brief and rhyme in sync to the DJ spins
Started out just writin' down raps after freestyles off the dome
I do this for the culture and fun, not to get rich or be known
Fell in love with Hip Hop when I was a young one, in it's Golden Age
I witnessed Hip Hop decay, Hip Hop's turned it's worst page
Hypnotized by the amazing sounds of Biggie and L
After they fell off, Hip Hop started to lose it's spell
They were inspiration, their rhymes so hot it resembled hell
Where did Hip Hop go? The industry has it locked in a cell
It's under siege and to me, it needs to stay free
There's a big difference between emcees and rappers
You see rappers are nothin more than gun clappers
Or trappers on the corner trappin, occasionally rappin'
On the block where anything can happen, bullets to kids
Now permanently nappin' and now they doin lifetime bids
Understand rappers are more like actors, they portray thugs
Talkin' how they shoot guns and fill bodies with .9 slugs
Throwin bloody bodies in rivers, creeks, or ditches
Or talkin' bout they flashy ice, fly whips, and they riches
However, an emcee has lyricism which today is hard to find
Just like discovering a ton of gold in damn coal mine
It's more than just rhymin and rappin, it's the mind's expression
So my confession, Hip Hop is like my dope, rhymin is my injection
The Hip Hop movement spread quicker than a lethal infection
In the last 8 years though, it's gone in a horrible direction
So I've stepped up to try and aid, bring major correction
I'm in the runnin now, competin', I've stepped in the election

Verse 2:

Today I wanna hear emcees talk about issues and a real topic
Not how much they CD cost, and how you should cop it
Heard the same story, you from the projects, now you livin nice
You used to sell cocaine, capped a lame, and now ya neck full or ice
We sold out Hip Hop, for the money was it really worth the price?
So until we reclaim it I'll try to suffice, take a gamble on a white boy,
Shot of the dice, I ain't in it for cheese I ain't fuckin mice
We should address real issues like Jena 6 or tragedy in Darfur
Our dyin' soldiers across seas fightin a gasoline war
Fuck the Government, Democrats Republicans Bush Administration
I've been patient and waitin, but we're under Federal suffocation
The system is full of corruption and truly it's all about money
This is serious shit, I'm not a comedian, ain't tryin to be funny
I got peoples who deal drugs, be scratchin, rappin, and taggin'
And personally I appreciate you if you're makin music and a nice livin'
But it's when "rappers" act the fool on a track, lyin' and start trippin'
"Ayo, I got shot 14 times and I'm still here puttin out records ya know?"
False statements like that is whack, give yourself time to grow
Practice rhymin, because it's not very easy, it's respectably an art
People don't even start, you can't say you want change yet not play a part
So you know when I finally enter a booth, I'm only tellin' what the truth is
Lyrically diabolical, quick and delivering, and somewhat ruthless
I don't need to be tough, I got boys who leave you toothless
But once again, that's deserved if you ain't vibin to the DJ spin

Verse 3:

Let's bring it all the way back to when I used to like Rap and Hip Hop
Bobbin' my head I couldn't stop, the newest CDs I had to cop
Sales were constantly up, even fuckin' Vanilla Ice didn't flop
After the 90s however is when it came to a sudden horrific stop
The Golden Age was full of Gang Starr, Big L, Pac and The Notorious
Dudes so fierce on mics, killin' shit like straight up warriors
Not to mention the Clan, Common, Dilla, early Em, or Dre
Albums back then, shit, I didn't really mind to pay
Big L's shit so hot they would make room for some radio play
Unfortunately Hip Hop has fallen in constant continual dismay
Back then each song was more like a defined, specific story
Today it's all ill willin', drug dealin', rampant killin, blood & gory
Each track was like a chapter of one hell of a compellin' book
Currently Hip Hop sports a complete different look, the industry's shook
It's been overtook, it's full of sell outs, nothin but one big crook
I gotta grip, I'm a fisherman and I got the industry on my hook
Fuck the mainstream, I'd rather be broke in the underground
Where people truly vibe to my sound and I stay un-crowned
I'm at the bottom of a crate, sittin' round, gatherin dust
Bumpin' through your speakers or headphones ready to bust
Originality to me is a must, there is no need to always cuss
Remember, that our voices leave an impression in the youth
So I do my best to give em all I got and I speak nothin but the truth...

[GeSuS_KRiST]

couf, gesus has beats, couf

[crystalmeth and abortions]

i am soft, i am the softy. i hate the police, i hate the coppy.
my flows are dope but this blunt is sloppy. so dont try n cop me,
or ill lay u down and preform a live autopsy..... lol

[SBOMBS]

MY FLOW IS SO RAW IT GIVES ME TUMMY BURNS
FUKIN INDIGESTION IS WHAT U LEARN
I CAME FROM DA SOUTH AN IM A TOTAL BAD MOUTH
I GO LIKE TUMPTESEY THIS SHITS ALL BREAZY
U FEEL ME FROM A MILE AWAY IM THE NEW COURVOISIER
FUCKIN EY WE BE RIDIN EASAY TRUE WAY
IM ABOUT TO LIGHT ME A DROUGH
PLEASE DONT CALL THE 5-0
OR MY ASS WE BE SLANGIN IN DA BOX FOR A FEW MONTHS LESS A FIEW ROCKS
HOLY SHIT MY RYMES ARE SO DIRTAY
GREASY FUCKIN CHeASY I LIKE IT DAT WAY



YEAAAAAAAAA THE NEW COURVOISIERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
IF I COULD BE A NIKKUH
ID BECOME THAT MAINE LIL JOHN
HES GRILLZ IZZLEEZ SO FRESHHH
AND HIS PIMPMUG IZZLEEZ SO FRESHH
ID BE HITING ON A BONG LIKE THA AINT NO TOMMORROW
YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH OKAAAAAAYYY
ID BE BLINGIN MY BLANG BLOW
ID BE CLAPPIN ME POW POW
LIL JOHN IS THE FRESHEST
SO TRUELY THE BESTEST
IF I COULD BE A NIKKUH
ID BE DAT MAINE LIL JOHN
CUZ HIS SHLOONG MUST BE LONG
IMA GET BRAINS FROM YOUR GAL
CUZ USE A LOUSY NIKKUH
WE DO BIG THANGS
BIG BANGS BIG CLANGS
I WISH I WAS A BIG NIKKUH
YEA....i wishhh....:):D:):D:rolleyes:

[Hidden Teknique]

I'm starting on a verse for a track I'm hoping to record. Here is what I came up with so far. Verse One..

Get ready for my tale as I talk and my story begins
I'll try to keep it brief and rhyme in sync to the DJ spins
Started out just writin' down raps after freestyles off the dome
I do this for the culture and fun, not to get rich or be known
Fell in love with Hip Hop when I was a young one, in it's Golden Age
I witnessed Hip Hop decay, Hip Hop's turned it's worst page
Hypnotized by the amazing sounds of Biggie and L
After they fell off, Hip Hop started to lose it's spell
They were inspiration, their rhymes so hot it resembled hell
Where did Hip Hop go? The industry has it locked in a cell
It's under siege and to me, it needs to stay free
There's a big difference between emcees and rappers
You see rappers are nothin more than gun clappers
Or trappers on the corner trappin, occasionally rappin'
On the block where anything can happen, bullets to kids
Now permanently nappin' and now they doin lifetime bids
Understand rappers are more like actors, they portray thugs
Talkin' how they shoot guns and fill bodies with .9 slugs
Throwin bloody bodies in rivers, creeks, or ditches
Or talkin' bout they flashy ice, fly whips, and they riches
However, an emcee has lyricism which today is hard to find
Just like discovering a ton of gold in damn coal mine
It's more than just rhymin and rappin, it's the mind's expression
So my confession, Hip Hop is like my dope, rhymin is my injection
The Hip Hop movement spread quicker than a lethal infection
In the last 8 years though, it's gone in a horrible direction
So I've stepped up to try and aid, bring major correction
I'm in the runnin now, competin', I've stepped in the election

Verse 2:

Today I wanna hear emcees talk about issues and a real topic
Not how much they CD cost, and how you should cop it
Heard the same story, you from the projects, now you livin nice
You used to sell cocaine, capped a lame, and now ya neck full or ice
We sold out Hip Hop, for the money was it really worth the price?
So until we reclaim it I'll try to suffice, take a gamble on a white boy,
Shot of the dice, I ain't in it for cheese I ain't fuckin mice
We should address real issues like Jena 6 or tragedy in Darfur
Our dyin' soldiers across seas fightin a gasoline war
Fuck the Government, Democrats Republicans Bush Administration
I've been patient and waitin, but we're under Federal suffocation
The system is full of corruption and truly it's all about money
This is serious shit, I'm not a comedian, ain't tryin to be funny
I got peoples who deal drugs, be scratchin, rappin, and taggin'
And personally I appreciate you if you're makin music and a nice livin'
But it's when "rappers" act the fool on a track, lyin' and start trippin'
"Ayo, I got shot 14 times and I'm still here puttin out records ya know?"
False statements like that is whack, give yourself time to grow
Practice rhymin, because it's not very easy, it's respectably an art
People don't even start, you can't say you want change yet not play a part
So you know when I finally enter a booth, I'm only tellin' what the truth is
Lyrically diabolical, quick and delivering, and somewhat ruthless
I don't need to be tough, I got boys who leave you toothless
But once again, that's deserved if you ain't vibin to the DJ spin

Verse 3:

Let's bring it all the way back to when I used to like Rap and Hip Hop
Bobbin' my head I couldn't stop, the newest CDs I had to cop
Sales were constantly up, even fuckin' Vanilla Ice didn't flop
After the 90s however is when it came to a sudden horrific stop
The Golden Age was full of Gang Starr, Big L, Pac and The Notorious
Dudes so fierce on mics, killin' shit like straight up warriors
Not to mention the Clan, Common, Dilla, early Em, or Dre
Albums back then, shit, I didn't really mind to pay
Big L's shit so hot they would make room for some radio play
Unfortunately Hip Hop has fallen in constant continual dismay
Back then each song was more like a defined, specific story
Today it's all ill willin', drug dealin', rampant killin, blood & gory
Each track was like a chapter of one hell of a compellin' book
Currently Hip Hop sports a complete different look, the industry's shook
It's been overtook, it's full of sell outs, nothin but one big crook
I gotta grip, I'm a fisherman and I got the industry on my hook
Fuck the mainstream, I'd rather be broke in the underground
Where people truly vibe to my sound and I stay un-crowned
I'm at the bottom of a crate, sittin' round, gatherin dust
Bumpin' through your speakers or headphones ready to bust
Originality to me is a must, there is no need to always cuss
Remember, that our voices leave an impression in the youth
So I do my best to give em all I got and I speak nothin but the truth...

Bumpin' this because I just finished it.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

man i can not tell you how much i agree with that whole track im glad im not the only one who see hiphop as a way of life and a religion...

[GeSuS_KRiST]

well you could just cut up a bunch of golden era hiphop for the hook

came out allright, im not much one for reading hiphop to me the way the person spits it really is the only way fo me to jugde but over all i like the message

[Sewn]

It needs work.
Not trying to hate but with long lines like you have, the flows off. I mean I know it's hard to tell the flow by reading, but the syllable count is off.

Look at the first two lines:

Get ready for my tale as I talk and my story begins
I'll try to keep it brief and rhyme in sync to the DJ spins

The second line takes a lot longer to say than the first, and even if you did speed it up and slow down the first, it wouldn't work together.

I'll give a verse a go at school tomorrow to better explain.
Or maybe idk what the fuck I'm talking about haha