man two cats, in this thread are wack, dont talk back, try to deny facts, monor will get smacked, for the way he acts, passleoinj expect to get caped, if you turn your back, must be on crack to think you can withstand my attack, get caught of track, choosing wich hand for u to get smacked, with, you bitches, on some pussy shit, just quit, never be as good as wen crn-one spits, your style is transparent, its apparent, you dont weild a hidden teknique, or on sum sicko shit from wolf creek, never left a dead hooker in an irigation ditch, like my homie hoodrich, its fuckin hip hop hypocrisy, to think you can step to me, or any member of mfpc,
my words, well they have a great impact my rhymes are tight, while your raps are whack i spit fire in the lab in a matter of fact wherever you came from, take ya ass back walkin in a dark alley, all you hear is the click clack as the trigger is pulled back, bullet released from the mack, you now laid out on your back, in the cold, lonely, dark street killed over some change, there meal to eat thats why they pack the heat, you lyin down, watchin there feet as they run quick and fast now they hidin, waitin for the cops to pass so they be patient, and try to outlast 6 bullets in you, got you in a cast hood life got you shook people will try to take your life 3 stick ups in a row, from just one crook only way to stick around, carry a knife or be holdin back toast so much heat on you you feelin like a roast get out somewhere else to stay give up rappin, maybe some other day
...And someone asks, did he lose his fucking head? What's up with that? And I say yeah, I can't find it and I don't want it back I was walking alongside the 4-train, can't afford a ticket They'll offer me the red or the blue pill, I'll take em both if I can't pick it And now every little kid and every little mom is taking that blonde bitch Up to the prom, it's a shame when they all look the same and the fame won't last that long I'll burn the ticky-tacky and blow all the big boxes down I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll laugh with a frown Pragmatist par excellence, knowledge spread, it's a pestilence Disease of life, of love and of brothers and sisters from whence Time passes in curves, imagination, they can't think straight Because gravity is out of wack, it'll never come back, inconsistent state And patience is getting bored here, get some entertainment or Education or exponential eradication, because if something's broke And we can't fix it, just ditch it, I just want to kick it So far away it throws the moon off balance on a collision course with biscuits Outer-space frigid milky ways and silky sways, shining stars in dismay And disarray because god hasn't cleaned out his closet in a day Spring cleaning comes easy to the poor, because they got everything to treasure And nothing to ignore It's a different pleasure to those that can measure Iridescent fall crescents, heated until golden-brown, sounds of Crowns thrown to the ground in childish rebellion, picked up and found To be bloody with the life of his fathers and martyrs are farther and farther Apart, until the taffy breaks, leaving him with a free hand to carve a New truth, Old shit gets boring fast and won't last, but when it's cast In plaster, won't shatter, reinforced with belief of god-begotten pastors I'm not a lyrical master, I just asked her if life was going to fast So I can slow it down... Can I slow it down? NO IDEA
demolish me? by using the same tired ass BASIC rhymes? (cat, hat, bat, rat, tat, ) that's what most of you do, if not all of you. If you don't believe me, read your own shit.
yea you all talk shit but when i spit its straight fire my skill level higher let me remind you this is freestyle no thoughts prior and i aint no lier not sitting here planning for a hour my flow is burning you like an acid shower.
ill forever be, incredible, unforgetable, get rid a me? ull be loosin me, then ull be snoozin Zs. ill be cruisin fast, forget the past, it will never last. forgever its gone, forever u long for me again. to see me again, to breathe again. fornicate in bed. too late for head, u get the virus instead. ill bring u back from the dead. countin stack of my bread. ill put u on the IV with morphine inside thee. im beside thee, disquise me, i revive thee. watch u die again, ull stop the cry in bed. the iris of ur eye turns red. ill destroy thee, deploy the drug to boil u, spoil u. mess u up and toy with u. ive had enough of this, the cruelness is bliss. miss it, but list this and remember it. for when december hits ull be sober again, we can do this all over again.
you say other people, spit whack shit if i heard you spit, sounds like you chokin on dick you need to put yourself in check go sit down, someone else is on deck where's main at? a kid i give real respect i never once stated i am dope unless playin around, like an ak in the hands of a pope and paintthestreets even a 3 bar spit from you is lame your shit doesn't affect people, it's too tame and you shouldn't be callin out everyone's name sayin everyone spits some basic rap when your raps are so lost you need a map and i'm not callin you out for beef because i'm not an e-thug and say i throw down in the street i do this for fun, not to act rough don't say i got heat, or got handcuffed but you know you've used basic rhymes before so what's changed now, homie whats the score? can't be stopped, too much initiative i'm not that selfish, want some dope lines i'll give i've been branded unstoppable a lyrical giant, i'm diabolical i'd be your worst problem i'm unsolvable
well seeing as this is a graff site you cant expect there tto be any pro lyracists about, i think sum people in here are dope but most are like me, only spit when there A when there on this site B when there drunk or blunted C or when there bord shitless
this right here is a true freestyle, a mean style that breathes vile. im true to this, ur new to this. u cant see me, ur blinded, confinded. blind sided by my rare stylish steaz. ima emcee with skeezies beside me. dont test me, trust me, ur less then me. just hush urself, dont brush urself. freeeeestylein
this right here is a true freestyle, a mean style that breathes vile. im true to this, ur new to this. u cant see me, ur blinded, confinded. blind sided by my rare stylish steaz. ima emcee with skeezies beside me. dont test me, trust me, ur less then me. just hush urself, dont brush urself. ur game is dirty, my name is perty, im sturdy with my style, so versatile, meanwhile, ur mad again, sad again, while im the the vadican. praying for you, table for two. i just killed u, spilled u on the floor. u want more?
HoodRich/Hidden Cypher Hood: im the blessed son of jesus. he sees up. doesnt need up. he helps us, developes us. thus he is the prophecy Hidden: jesus christ, my lord and savior/ didn't have a chance, but he was my prayer/ and he answered it, thats why these lines just spit/ roll off of my tounge, paintin a lot, still no problem with my lungs/ i'll get on a knee, and bow my head/ hopin i see him in the clouds/ once i'm dead Hood:dead and gone. stay strong without me, but dont count me out. im here no doubt in spirit, near it, near you i am, sam i am. the only man to be here but said to be dead. Hidden:i passed away, but not in a pool of red/ a lot of tears were shed/ as my family gathered around my bed/ but i'm still here, i never left/ you know i want you to be happy/ so i'll move to the left/ let my boy spit some hot shit Hood:the shit was hot, but not too hot where i got burnt. i just learned that i was heard. he could hear me, he tear'd me, was sad. im glad im gone tho, i can write this song tho. not too slow so u get lost, just toss ur hands up. put em up. stand up! Hidden: man up, or now i'm yellin man down/ all i'm hearin is a ringin sound/ a bullet loose from the barrel/ a needle hole in his arm, man wasn't sterile/ i've been pressured with a lotta shit lately/ Hood:they hate me. sedate me, but i dont care. dont stare, just dare you do do it. the mayor was a'screwin the bitch in the back. the stitch in ur sack. thats wat i did, when u talked to me. stalked me. im fast like faulk. dont fuck with me. Hidden:you know what the truth is/ i'm ruthless/ i'm cold and hard, fuck us/ bitch i can spit so hard, i bring da rawkus/ i'm outta the city, but between the sticks/ don't fuck with herbs or hicks/ i'll snap ya neck like wu-tang for fightin with me/ i'll lay you out on the street Hood:my beats are the illest, the forealest. the meal is tender, the feal of it is so slender. dont fuck with me or hidden, ull get stuck like the glue was fresh, not sitten. u dont belong here, be strong dont fear. i may be bad but im poetic, synthetic, but never sympathetic. ur pathetic kid. Such different styles. fun cypher tho man
Quote im incredable, unforgetable drop a beat and ill start to spit alphabetical, my flows so creative like roswell conspiracy theroy even a def man could hear me, accurate assasin shit lean with it rock with it blast the banger while im choking you out with your coat hanger, lyricall tendicies extract my verbal flow burn your skin and thats when you no i won battles done, shitty little freestyle
Fully loaded magazines and ready to kill, im frontin bigger rifles then kimveer girl, but kid this aint dawson im straight flossin, stay far back so i can snipe ya, and u can call me swiffer cuz imma just whipe ya, if u got extra cash u might wanna spend it on a tool G..cos youll need one if u wanna keep all yo jewelry, juss hop in the roof like im spiderman, pull out a gatt and put a clip up in your diaphram
where did you took the 1st line from? yeah thats right your a bitch whit no forme my rap formula is way more dangerous than a tortula fucken kill you like i can kill mike tyson on his own your nothing in this town me n pass representing the mtl city and you where you from? shit bag bitches suckiing dick on heroin thtas what i think you are fuck it and your wack flow cause you your mabe born in a mic in yo hand but it was a plastic shit
Sitting in class, fluorescent fakes feed the innocence As early bird, arid clock faces dream beaming condensed Knowledge I spread through the area, past the corners of the Earth, while they examine murders and send coroners And doctors to check winds with no breeze, like heart disease But just breathe deep, if it helps, heave but don't grieve please While pulses hiccup the beeps, no sleep through the night While seven strangely dangerous strangers kept to feeding the fight I'm normally abnormal, and that's just a formal count of it American satire runs on flat tires, and pushes steam through counterfeits The sound is lit, and illuminates the Illuminati Speaking silver serves through nerves, hits switches through the body Break the spell, break nature's cell they're trying to sell Through the words like a semi-permeable nuclear bomb shell Chorus of life or death, but none of my miserly business With fragile crystal chants falling on hearing aids on Christmas I'll raise you two petals with a smile only half-incredulous I'll give you the shirt off my back, just let me burn it for your benefit Let me learn from your impetuous, headless, conscious mistakes And I'll be that prodigal topping on the proverbial birthday cake I've got 10 dollar words, but I'll exchange them for a nickel While pickled splits trick the spinning spindles Of fibers and kicking kindled fires that never die down on request While my string focus hangs webbing in ominous finesse They inspect the shilled specks while bills wreck the paycheck They don’t break beats anymore, they'll be beating to break bets With calligraphy scripts of dollar signs and collared vines Pure cotton, made in synthetic China with marked smaller lines Of borders and bournes unknown and unshown Overthrown stone leaders and cheaters victory prone But I’ll keep talking to the beautified wax faces Heart on a treadmill, running track races But I’ll calm her down, bring the sound back and rewire the speakers I’ll see her, I’ll teach trials of teachers Trudging on trick-or-treat creep reapers Traveling, unraveling the sleepy cheat beepers…