maste wtf was that. get that crap outta here

 

wtf you be uh ? actin' like you something in this rap world?
don't diss snoop and dre unless you can do better
which you obviously can't.
now just shut up.

 

dude dont be an idiot. I wasnt dissin snoop or dre.

But if you come in a freestyle thread and spout of some snoop lines and then say straight off the dome! your obviously a fuckin moron

so piss off or drop something

 

don't call me the idiot if you didn't notice that he was fuckin' joking
and trust me you don't want me to drop something
cause I've read your lines... Haha

 

u bitches simmer down
and watch this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGMfb60lc14&feature=related

 

yawl missin Che's revolution, why im the rebirth?
seemed at first i was down on my ass, things took a turn for the worst
but now im back on the prowl spitting acid from my jowls
got you moving more then exlax does to bowels
and all i had to do was find a certain someone
and they provided me with reason and meanin
now i got the world fiending for my revolution
instead of pollutin the underground im aimin for the mainstream
not to sell my soul but cuz im revolving around the cream
cash money, the dollar dollar almighty
fighting for the right to see whether or not i might be
the next best thing next to Ernesto
with the lyrical zest bro, and yawls just a pest show
like lice or a circus of fleas
because not many can compare to me
i am the dawn of a new era and my name is C H E
had to steal, had to fight, had to earn my right to claim
this title this name, this ticket to fuckin' fame
im setting down the stone, putting my foot 'pon it
and the mindless drones who rove are the ones who bought it.

 

damn that's a whack sound, you need 2 back down/
maybe get clapped clown, put that strap down/
i'm still a lil rusty but trust me, ya'll MC's look at my style and lust me/
how you goin have an unprotected flow and say fuck me/
i'm underestimated yo you lucky/
and if you're the rebirth, you need to re-work ya whole style/
you sound like a hippy talking about this weak earth/
go back to 8 mile, you worth less then a jew in world war 2/
dont talk about a circus of fleas, you deserve to just bleed/
your words are a curse when hits the damn page/
dont even spit about ya damn rage, you require intelligence/
you desire my intellect, your flow perspires and intersects/
with the whackness, turn that mic off before i shove you in pitch blackness/
it's called skill, bitch you lack this/

 

I don't know bout you but I ain't gettin' clapped down
Blood splattered all over the swingset on the playground
Most these emcees they got talent yet they all misuse
The most simple shit they find a way to confuse
Words become more twisted than a sack of ropes
They resemble George Bush promising false hopes
When I'm not writing I feel like I'm edging insanity
Tired of these dudes in their songs projecting vanity
The pen is the mighty weapon, the words are ammunition
Hidden Tek unbeatable, nah that's just superstition
Although when my rhymes bust I'm highly unstoppable
You defeating me in a true verbal intercourse, highly improbable
The question I post unsolvable, you kids are all feign
So I unleash the reign, blow ya brain, you can't complain
I don't got paper so nah I can't make it rain, I'm in disdain
So watch what you do, because remember to me you'll always be number 2

 

i'm the type to fill clips and leave your body with holes
men in black like will smith and tommy lee jones
watchin you flow is like a fuckin comedy show
if your rhymes are so hot, how come the audience froze
fuck the crowd, i dont stop for applause
i dont stop spittin until your bodies covered in gauze
When you tried to diss me, i watched you struggle and fall
i'm comin to brawl and leave your fuckin blood on the walls
it's nothin at all...haters on my nutsack, fuck that
Just refrain to speak my name from that hole below your mustache
and plus, i clutch gats, trust i'll bust back
I'll scorch your hair off and leave you bald like Kojak
You'll be rockin a toe tag, and a brand new hairdo
fuck with me? I'll leave you stiff like bamboo
Yo, you're shit is wack, with your crappy gimick rap
I'll make your lid collapse like I'm stacking fitted hats

 

I got crack like the side walk,
Brillo pads and roses all night long,
Nah, I don't sell, I just smoke the shit
Heating the glass so long I broke the shit
I'm feending for the rocks baby and I'm living kinda crazy
Taking hits till I'm pushing up daisies
And just maybe, I might fill the needle a few times
Or maybe I can get an 8 ball and snort a few lines
Snort of a few lines so I could write a few rhymes
Its like I fell on the pavement, yes I'm a crack head
Baby girl you wanna light but first you gotta back that

lol

 

of the top

ill watch ya chest collaps,
like crushin a can of pepsi max,
cant test the facts,
that ur best is wack,
an when i bless the track,
your neck ill snap

 

as i breath weed my eyes proceed red.
then tease feds as im blown from tree stems.
most emcees are weak, a pretense.
need not a glock to stomp on these men.
gimme three cents and a bag of green pens.
ill destroy the whole city and still be breathin'
i teach kids how to cheat and beat men.
retreat from defeat and still excrete sin.
no need for peace cuz im a heathen.
ill cheat on a test and still recieve cred.
use a key head to extend my speed then..
hit your best friend and make him bleed red.
call the EMS as you flee the scene then,
go to wisconsin and eat a cheese head...

hahaha

 

thats your type, but ima type to spit wack shit just to give you hope
then a few verses later i proceed to lace in lyrical dope
and you begin ta choke, cause you realize you can keep up with this
like the second cope.
You get up but your shits simple, ill slap you around like ass connected to a dimple
you aint got the vocabulary to contend with this advasary.
Cause im to lyrically sophisticated, and you just mad you cause your shit gets hated
when my words cut like a knife thats serrated, my shits r rated so i got no time for you kids, so cut the shit lets get down to biz, Spit me your illest line lemme hear that shiz, and ill come back if its not a waste of time.

 

aahah, sick.


"ayo i might burn a slut
cram and jam in spikes, hurt her cunt
im like ike turner drunk
we passed that trash rap, you kickin is expendable
step in my cipher, ill slice off your fuckin genetals
an impossible plan of stoppin this man
droppin ya clan, so sick when i spit, i rock a hospital band
yall dont get the point? ima rip you to shreds
pin you upside down till you shit through your head
became the president, no need to recount the ballads
peep out the talents or get beat down with mallets
mc's when its time to kill, this rhyme is ill
ate so many pussy rappers now they call me vagina-grill
buldgeon you to death with soap, if im dressed in a cloak
get dusted and threaten the pope, with a rusty wrench and a rope
its definite, i aint hesitant, to say im defer than most
step in the smoke, east to west, im wreckin the coast
havin dreams of dyke camel jockies, on kawasaki's
thou who mock me, ill pound & devour sloppy
fake fuck rapper, we pass those, i smash foes
yall the type to take a straw and suck this shit right out my asshole"
- Bee-Kay's verse from the song You Don't Know on El Gant's album; It's Over

yeah it isnt mine, but its better than 9/10 of the shit in this threaddddddd hahaaaa

 

Bitch you don't grip gats and you don't pop nines
Your shit is weak and all basic pre-written rhymes
On the real the only time you clap is at the end of a show
But you just lying to yourself this is shit we all know
Can't fuck with the flow, I'm fuckin sick of these emcees
Who talk like they on corners hustlin' bricks and keys
You ain't pushin weight, whenever you rhyme it's late
You're delayed and considerably outplayed, I'm in a mind state
Sittin' down blackbookin' and spitting out constant rhymes
I'm fresh like batch of tree pines, intricate permanent designs
You shouldn't need a rap sheet or record to be considered legit
Because I was up for a felony and went through all the court shit
But for real braggin' about the patty wagon?
Nah wasn't cool bein in jail, when I could be out taggin'
So for real step your games up stop talking like you the best
Cream of the Crop yeah yeah y'all just like the rest...

Quick one

 

its hella crazy the way the world turns from good to bad
just the other day i found out i was to be a new dad
then yesterday i got word that my homie got stabbed
fucked up the way you always seem to lose wat you had
im mad, frustrated, sick of everything i see
sick of getting on here and listening to fake emcees
dudes rapping about the things that they see in their dreams
only time they hold the rock, flag football teams
pre-teens, internet fiends, go out and do something productive
i dont give a shit what you do, put on mommy's high heels and act seductive
destructive in your flows but mr. rogers on the block
you dont sell drugs, only thing digital you got is your clock
you dont know shit bout tripple beams and pushin weight in your trunk
your a punk like southern rappers thinkin hip-hop envolves krunk
you must be drunk, ill give you the benefit of the doubt
but see my mouth forever flows while you experience endless drought
dont pout or shed a tear just freshen up and show no fear
hop into any cypher anywhere, and just rip on your peers
enlighten em too, give em something they wanna hear
dont keep coming with gangster cuz that shit sounds hella queer
its coo once in a while but that style is overplayed
like whats heared on the radio, 50-cent and lil wayne
i cant really tell you if thats what they play
i dont listen to the radio, cuz quite frankly i find it gay
i dont appreciate the way underground rap is overlooked
real skill gets booted out, all the spots are overbooked
cant get a show nowadays, you gotta be paid or wearin shades
either doin the superman or rockin the uptown fade
what happened to no descrimination of any kind
why is it impossible for a man nowadays to speak his mind
why do we act blind when theres problems lurking in our midst
why is the only time you hear a good rhyme is when someone is drunk or pissed
i list off the problems but it doesnt matter in the end
because i know each and every one of my flows ends up skimmed
you dont take the time to read some thing educative
youd rather peep the bland and boring rather than experiencing creative
a native to dope raps, i only speak the pure facts
catch me in a lie and ill let you cut off my nuttsack
fuck that, i love my boys so no way well separate
to do so would be a sin, an utter shame and desecrate
but on the real tho, just do what you do best
be the pussy that you are, wear your panties and your dress
rap less, give it up if you rhyme from behind desks
but i sudgest you take the s off your chest before you soul gets layed to rest

 

my one liners crack spines and youth-anize old timers... hidden tek says it best, their gold to coal miners

internet emcees dont carry the heat, got rep or run the streets... their tall in their raps but in person they tower 6 feet deep

im hella bored thats why im flowin off the top, dont got nothin better to do so i guess ill prank call the cops, 3 bodies shot, evidence, ill draw out entire plots, even take em straight to the celler when i let the bodies rot. bodies bought and sold in china for their organs, i need to make some extra cash, so i start kidnappin orphans. metamorhpin im changin from deranged to tamed but my soul still feels like is being held above open flames. dames, on my mind and in my heart, i go crazy like homeless people winning shopping sprees and fill entire carts. darts thrown, bullzeye, swallow the cone, random gibberish, im finnished with the carcas let me snag up a couple bones. ring goes the phone, answer without hesitation, interrupt and get fucked up, i stumble out of my meditation. dedication, i wanna finish so ill keep climbin til i reach the peak, broken beaks, breakin face until i get my tweak. hear the creek, the crack, the snapple and pop, peep the flow that i throw collaborated with the rock. my cock, its hard and my mind is high so next time you want me to rhyme unlock the cage and let me fly.

whats it mean to be a partiot. does it mean load up hollowtips into clips and go out huntin down some arabics? does it mean help out the sick, the needy, feed the poor and steal from the greedy?

 

throwin up signs. throwin down dice/
smoke a spliff then eat a bowl of white rice/
heads mad itchin pray for no lice/
got a bloopie in the roor, ok fellin nice/

 

Our ingenuity isn’t for the better of man
Its only purpose is the escalation of its profitable plan
I’m so sick of watching people pledge allegiance
To the nine to five slave drive
That’s barely keeping them alive
FUCK
The only thing that controls currency fluctuation
Is the pigs in the watchtowers
Watching over our Damnation
You can believe a man in a cave
Infiltrated, and annihilated the “free trade”
You can believe that a man in a cave
Devised, Executed such a plan to cause such international outrage
But our own Government lacks informative affirmation
Which in turn, leads me to question how long
My association will last with this centrist conformation of man
With the master plan we shall be damned
And the mind become mans last hand to stand
Where the fuck do you stand