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....
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
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...
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
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)
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.
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
***** 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
Damn, i just freestyled liek 4 different verses, deleted them all, need some sensi to make my lines crawl
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 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!!?!!
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,
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 *****
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 Hell tired
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
its all good homie, ill wait for u to finish nd ill actully think of sumthing instead of jus going off the head
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.