let me go and break the news to them london rappers were i come from has got shit to do with what i like and dislike, that track sounded like poo, the beat was awful, and he guys lyrics sounded like wannabe mainsream gangsta bullshit
Ima get throwed yall, observe how the 4's crawl swerve, sippin serrp, observe a pro show yall when it come to herb i roll that like a snowball im fukin up the game thas sumthin i dun told yall fukin up the lanes mayne, body rockin on swangs -n-twanks candy tank look candy glazed look laminated, jammin 8's fifth wheel levitate -cash flow assimilate so easily i demonstrate when i come through on dinner plates.......
again, that is what texas rap is. and what we prefer.... usually it would be screwed and chopped as well... and the guys lyrics arent "wannabe mainstream gansta bullshit" when he is real talk see now if yall london rappers would try talkin bout that stuff yall would look fraud then a mutha fucka! the worst thing yall got over there is.........well drive by arguments...
ha ha u refrenced family guy how funny, stop trying to bring london and texas into it,scar face is from texas and dosnt make medicore bootyclap music. end discusion
hahah theres idiot 11 year old black kids on london streets with guns too ya know swich the USA isnt the only one besides most of the thugs on the street in the US would get shot in the face in 5 seconds if they wanted to talk big in a real ghetto like in brazilian favelas or south african slums
i know there is idiots with guns in london, they just arent on a texas level is all im sayin....... they are on a different level of their own... and i wasnt talking about other hoods, i was referring to london and texas...
im either pullin up on twanks or cuttin up my bang why all the beefin? im just chiefin in my lane sit low as a caterpillar, twisten up my jane watch out for speed bumps, im splashin candy paint damn, aint a thang they can do about texas though they try and hate us, and though they they try and stress us they aint sayin shit when we pullin out surpressors these big ejectors got the power of a shredder and you'll need stitches like knitten up a sweater cookin up chickins in the kitchin twin barretas i pack heavy heat man im pakin heavy metal.. and youll catch heat like tea in a kettle!.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhrrQMu2g9Q&feature=related in the city stars dont shine as bright, people robbin cars theres crime at night, if u travle far u better time it right, the back allys are a grimey sight, youts on to many capers, just penny scrapers, startin drama on any takers, any man chatin plenty papers, gettin scoped by atleast twenty haters, evry ends lookin like gotham city but there aint no super heros, just stupid weirdos, twofaced jokers, lurkin in the poisin ivy just to cat women and thousandss of crack smokers
Yeah the beat be the eye of dreams I clime the scene supreme being and a heart of a machine weed feend and take any drugs I can find I come from behind muggying you blind Australian streets only getting darker Be hitting shit up with racked paint or marker Always blunted with random topics to discuss My car wont start so im taking the bus Fuck The police preaching it with heart Hold up sex shops with my nine now its time to depart Striving on pain capping all crews out waiting for shit to start Hits from the bong watching tv throwing darts Dropped outta school cant find a job Forced to do crime with my mob of slobs Sexy women on my dick yeah I wish But at partys theres always an easy bitch that smells like fish Shits for the net so I keep it to a tolerable degree Smoke a few more bongs and leave the rest for the CD
Hey guys I'm white I told your girl she can stay with me tonight As long as she doesn't bite, I'll tear that ass up aiight? Haters perpatrating with the spite So I'll set your asses off right I smoke that shit that gets you high as a kite I spit legit and you know that's tight Your girl loves to stay at my house overnight And yo I'm not gonna be polite But its obvious that its writtens your recite I suggest you go back to the pad and rewrite.
haven't done this in a bit, ive been gone for a while but im back to attack with a brand new style. in my head the rhyme runs for miles and miles, im a new school kid, old school profile. like the beasties said, my style is wild so the ladies line up in single file. if skill's the crime we dont need no trial, im guilty, so ship me to rykers isle. lock me in with the killers and ped-o-files. and ther i'll stay till my very last day cause everyone knows that freek. is. vile.
heres a lil song i wrote, called look into my eyes Look in to my eyes see the pain through out the years Young bust getting locked up they mothers shedding tears And who the fucks to blame up in this dirty filthy game Aint no food up on the table I feel my moms pain Its time to pull a jack grab the gat and a ski mask Gimme all your skrilla before I dump and hit the gas At night hit liquor stores busting 2-11's If you reach for that button is a 187 My brain's going insaine cause this ghetto's got me stressed A bust is a must wearing a bullet proof vest Pour out a little liquor for the homies that I've lost Getting hella perved while this hoe sucks my balls But still I can't concentrate my minds going blank Late night got me tweking got me hitting the presank Fool's don't wanna listent reminiscing half visions Shall I kill or will I kill its all about decisions [Chorus] Look into my eyes and tell me what you see A true fucken G backin up VGD I be shaken em up and fucken em up and layen em all down A true fucken hog coming up that doge town Look into my eyes and see the reality of the game I try to maintain but we about to blow up brains I'm hitting motherfuckers up with a 9 milla Taking or breaking the skrillaz cuz I'm a fucken killa [Verse 2] I remember cutting 5th grade back in middle school Me and Mr. Rella young bucks acting a fool Didin't give a fuck about much not a damn fucken thang At 14 years old started hanging gangbang Throw up that DG represent that 9th street Finding the homies at the spot or tagging in the creep Pay back was a motherfucken this [?] We roll through your hood Leave your shirt's soaking wet Lil' Corner got locked up back in 1992 Its been about 8 years he'll be out soon We used to pose the 6 and known as the main young bucks Coming up Old G's tought us game Times get hella hard so they switch up on the grind I droped out of school got expeled to many times And ain't no lesson learned cause its all about the game A young buck growing up with this fucken up ass fast lane [Chorus] [Verse 3] Through out my whole life I ain't never had shit Thats why I pack a 9 glock with a an extra clip These foos wanna start funk we could bring it on We could shake and dump untill the break of dawn Till [?] And load these clips until they bleed Fucking with that DG get you smoking lots of weed Cause in this town [?] dimes gotta hustle to make the skrill Push up on the grind cause shits getting scandolous in the year 2G's A little girl named Dee lost her life at 14 If someone could explain why we fucken blow up brains Then maybe I could maintain but I'm deep up on the game So I'll continue to live my life quick up in the fast lane Could take a little trip through the town of the blood stain And ain't nothing helping us way back in the days We used to pose and chill with [?] [Chorus] Look into my eyes and tell me what you see [x4] Yeah Yeah this song is going out to every Northern Soljah out there Let's keep that flame lit
you guys are gangster, man thugs to the core u guys are liek the knicks, dont give a fuck bout the score me? i settle it, for my own benefit u got 15 in ya clip. i got 16 like pope benedict i get the cheddar quick like bank robberies then i met a chick but the skank bothers me. askin me for dough, gifts, and all that so i left her in a ditch, dont give a shit and haul stacks thats the motto and its gotta hold true hold ya money close b4 it gets a hold of u u can take it or leave it, betta save it and keep it but u gotta let it go if u wanna believe it thats the way that life goes remember this from now on till ya eyes close only two types of people in this world...... ................................victims and psychos.
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if you guys want to freestyle and post your tracks up i got a new site up wit a forum http://www.mcmic13.com also put pics of your graff up too.
Whats all this shit about Texas ? Is it really that gangster ? I mean when i think of Texas i think of cowboys and stuff. [Broken External Image]:http://www.sonofthesouth.net/texas/pictures/texas-ranger-hw.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhrrQMu2g9Q (thanks for postin this beat sketch, its on my constant rotation now) check it check it check it out now check it check it check it out now i dont need wack bars to make your booty clap my rhymes are crack, undefinability keep ya comin back for more, whats in store. be ready for war its goin on outside, no man is safe from it hoped in the ride and gunned it, right to the crack spot bags is what i got, i keep it runnin hot like a motor put cement shoes on your ass, you better hope your a floater when you get tossed off, stay clear from the rotor. follow me? down down down as i go where ill end up nobody knows but half the fun is the journey and just gettin there highten all you senses, yeah you best to be well aware cause youll be shook and just scared take your breath away like an asthmatic inches away from death, you can almost taste it but the feeling you cant erase it stays on your brain and in your spine like lsd more permanent than an industrial strength sharpie i can hear you heart beatin and pumpin its last im reachin my boiling point fast more delicate and fraglie and thin glass. put your ass in a body cast its goina happin, ill make sure it gets done right i can feel it comin in the air tonight i can see it in the clouds, hear it in the rain smell threw my nose and feel it in my veins all of the crows on the wire are starin past me waitin for my move almost as if they ask me a question, but they already know the answer they just wanna hear me say it see the words come out my mouth im reppin midwest, not no dirty south i dont ride a horse, i got a GMC but i do love the song tennessee ...tennessee tennessee ...tennessee http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g40c6iAEHpc
well to be honest the old Texas outlaws were probably harder then most thugs anywhere today...most of the old skool cowboys would kill you on the spot if they didnt like you...plus with only one cop per town wasnt much anyone could do bout it...but no, its not how you imagine it here....