Man, at the moment I need a chance to vent
Get shit off my chest, before it gets the best
Some fool tryna get me to work for next to nothing
This fool better pay up before I resort to something
Something drastic, I guarantee I'll leave piss in his casket
Then fill it with gasoline and toss a match in
Laughin, the sight of this fools funeral goin' up in flames
Now I bet his family wishes he wasn't stupid and had paid
But now this is the price, he's learned I'm not Mr. Nice
in fact, I'm Mr. Kill Anyone if the price is right
Like game shows, the name grows, and the brain molds
Decaying away until I start pullin' more then the chain holds
I farted.

 

small time, im feelin ya man, i really am
its a cold world out there, and people just dont give a damn
time is short, and no one knows what tommrow holds
forgive and forget, thats how the story is told
and if thats not an option, lets confurnt him, i got your back
we'll get whats yours, we'll cut him no slack
and i dont care if you guys like this ryhme, go ahead call me wack
im sick of people talking their mad shit
most the stuff on this page is wack, sept for that tamp kid, i liked his bit
see, why we have to come on here and spit nothing but hate?
why not come here, and congradulate
we dont look hard or tough or any of that
im not going to tell you i run the streets with my gat
thats a lie, and im about the truth
most shit now-a-days is fake, lets spit knowledge to our youth
lets try something new on here
im out for now, respond if youd like, i dont really care.

 

I'm sick and tired of bein' Mr. Nice Guy, it stops today
The assholes get the girls and the jobs with good pay
So I say, I'm done bein' the one to always get the shaft
It's true what they say nice guys really do finish last
So I laugh, I'm startin' to notice how these people work
Usin' people and really don't give a fuck who gets hurt
Whats it worth, I honestly don't even know where I stand
Two sides, one's a good guy the other sticks it to the man
I'm missin' a plan, I feel twisted between my two identities
My limits are bein' pushed to all of there highest extremities
Missin' the remedies, but trusts I'm lookin' for the solution
An inbetween my two selves I'm comin' to a conclusion
Combined like fusion, so this is it, this is the introduction
Strip some things away from Mr. Nice Guy like deduction
Mr. Mysterious has short times where he gets so furious
You know the shits serious, feels invincible and impervious
Leaves you hangin' and curious, shits better left unknown
The two separate worlds left apart is better set in stone
To everyone not shown, you want what you can't have
Be happy you even get to see a fuckin' fraction of me
This is the subtraction of he, this is all you'll get to see
Just let it be, there is a lot of shit you'll never even know
Be nice to everyone, because any given anyone can blow
Not the encore, this isn't even the show, this is the prelude
Somethin' that can affect your mood, askin' who is this dude
Yeah, it's that same Mr. Fuckin' Nice Guy that you screwed

 

I'm leavin' these kids buried like six feet under,
But if you're looking for me,
You're gonna have to dig deeper,
So don't even bother to ask the grave-keeper,
'Cus I'm all the way down in Purgatory,
Makin' deals with the reaper,

Never second-guess,
'Cus I flow with such deadly finnesse,
It's my only way to express,
This complex skill that I possess,
If you don't know the name,
Than don't even bother to ask us,
'Cus I'm raising the fallen armies of Damascus,
Leaving your outlook grim,
While we're banging on the gates of Jerusalem,
Most of you are pacifists like the Dalai-Lama,
Worth less than a single Zimbabwean dolla',

So for those of you thinkin' I don't spit my mind,
Picture this, just sixteen- and I'm already on my grind,
I've never done time,
But I stand behind these bars,
'Cus my dreams ain't full of cars, or superstars,

You motherfuckah's keep tellin' me to practice wha I preach,
So sit down and shut up,
'Cus if you're ready to learn,
Than I'm ready to teach,
I'm like fucking Vietnamese NVA,
A citizen bombing in the day,
But once the sun's down,
I'm a king without a crown,
Like a false martyr clingin' to a bomb,
I'm your last hope,
Like the pacific-war island nation of Guam,
Keep an eye on your mag,
Or you'll be headed to heaven,
Wrapped up tight in a star spangled rag,

They say that evil is the only thing money buys,
But what about the starving children,
And their endless cries,
I'm the one they warned you about,
The one with death in my future,
And fire in my eyes,
Do you really think I beleive all your self-righteous lies?

 

Framin-It and I decided to give our own spin on Guilty Conscience...This is what we got.

Meet Ryan, a sophomore in high school,
after being beaten up and picked on repeatedly,
he decides to bring a weapon to school one day, and take care of his issues,
until, his conscience comes into play.....

(Tamp)
Yo! Man, stop, what in the fuck are you doin?
The only outcome from this has you losin'
Stop, put away the knife and unload that nine
Don't make your school the next columbine!

(Framin-It)
Ahh man, not now, you cant bitch out
pull that trigger, watch the blood flow like a water spout
After all they do you gonna let them get away?
nah man, fuck that, lets make 'em all pay!

(Tamp)
How you gonna do innocent people in this way?
Just let me say, I think we can find a better fix
Then shoot up a school full of bitch chicks and dicks
Shootin' these cliques, please don't do this shit!

(Framin-It)
Quit it tamp don't fuck with his head
This what you think of when you layin' in bed
Safety off, there ya go, ready aim squeez one off, relase your shame
These people deserve it man, they don't even know you're real name

(Tamp)
I know man it's fucked up and lame, but think of all the pain
You're gonna cause to all these kids' families and parents
Man it's fucked up over a few kids givin you shit Ryan
Don't listen to Framin-It, I know whats best, he's Lyin'

(Framin-It)
Listen to me G, you know I'm right (Okay)
Aight you ready, its time to put up our fight (Uh-huh)
There ya go, shoot that nine!! *Bang*Bang*Bang*
See, they're runnin, i told you you'd be just fine
oh fuck heres comes the cops
oh man, lets jet, its time to stop
Shit man, theres no way out and only one thing to do
Grab the gun, and turn it on you *BANGG*

Meet Tim, one day after bein' fired from his job
Minutes later his girlfriend leaves him for another man,
He downs a fifth of vodka and gets into his car,
Then his conscience comes into play...

(Framin-It)
Nice job G, you hold your booze good
Now lets get to the car and get back to the hood
Youve had a few drinks, it's no big deal
Now lets hit MickyDs on the way and grab a Big Mac meal (Word)

(Tamp)
First off lets be real, it's a bad choice to get in the whip see
You've had a few too many and I know you're more than tipsy (A lil)
Think of all the bad things that could come from this decision (Uhh Yeah)
Call a taxi or a friend up, because this is an impossible mission

(Framin-It)
Fuck that man, get in and go
You know you'll have to wait for your holmes and hes fucking slow
Get in and start your car
Its just a mile or two, its not even that far
Its will be chill just trust me (Yeah)
You must be hungry and gotta piss, am I right G? (Oh Yeah)

(Tamp)
I know you ain't ate all day and you're hungry B
But just trust me, you're drunk and deranged (Nahh)
It's not smart goin' 10 mph or even a buck and change
It's four lanes, four lanes of traffic on the highway
Listen to me man, Don't listen to Framin-It do it my way

(Framin-It)
Come on man, you know the way
Dont let tamp make you stay by what he has to say
You know the tricks, put your two thumbs up and stay in the lines (Yeah)
Stay in the center lane, and avoid cops with there fucking fines
Cant you see, im right lets go
Hey, who knows, on the way we could pick up some hoes! (Oh word?)

(Tamp)
We all know the 5-0s are our foes, but this how the story goes
You get in that car and your life is instantly on the line
Don't let Framin-It keep fuckin' with your mind, it ain't all fine
First you'll run that stop sign, then you'll lose your concentration
You'll start zonin' out to the radio station, just wait just be patient
It's either wait for your friend that drives that old station wagon
Or kill someone and get your ass hauled off in the paddy wagon
(Okay, I'm takin' my keys out the ignition, thanks for givin' me that vision)


Meet Sean, shortly after goin' all city
He decides to take the most prominent billboard in the area
After climbin the ladder, and hiding from the ghetto bird
His conscience comes into play...

(Tamp)
Yo, as you climb this ladder make sure to avoid that light
You don't want the ghetto bird seein' you here at night
They'll do you in right, right now you're high as a kite
Make sure no ones around, and make sure you're outta sight (Yeah Word)

(Framin-It)
For once man, man we finally really do agree
Listen to my man Tamp here, gettin caught is more than a fee
You could fall to your death, or be takin' in
But if you do shit right, youll hold your position as king
Think of the people who will see your name
Youll go up 10 folds in the graff game
Get your cans ready, with your fat caps and outlines
And white can for highlights to add a bit of shine

 

fuck that i aint got a plseant alter ego,
hooked up to car batteries aslauting pedos,
on the beach screamin at sunbathers that cancers the falt of seaguls
bout to get ill like dr jeckill
goin scitzo with a knife,
like mister hide,
chuckin ur sister off of heights,
to see if the bitch survives,
if she twitches.. life,
switch the lights,
to dark,
fucking roast her heart,
force feed her swords till they rip her throat apart,

 

i spit cataclysmic events
i split the tides and ride the sidewalks runnin down the christmas carrolors bearing gifts
its the barrels of whiskey that keep my mind focused and its the spliffs
that keep me right up on the point with my rhymes so high like million six
im the shit
yes i know
we dont even need to go
over this ne mo
homie u kno that i flow
sick wit it
like ya newborn daughter in a pot of boilin water mixed with piss
infected with clamidia, hep-c, and cyphalis
its like this
im chuckin fat chicks while im fist packin bricks
each time i enter the zone i home in on whacker emcees lackin crack within they spits
and blast em quick wit nukes and bombs that lift ya spirit backwards six
negative pace, ya resting place in pits and ya soul... eternal enslavement bitch
so quit with all the weak talk and come with my payments bitch
you nameless trick.

 

liked what I seen from the four of yawl, Framin-It, Tamp, Sketch, Unconscious have my pants all sticky and needing a change.

I'll probably spit something a little later, if I'm not busy, keep up the good work regardless everyone. Much props.

 

Yo....sending this one out....to all those haters....

Yo, my style is like a postmans- i always deliver,
once you fall, you never escape the river,
of pain that i rain, my name is yellow haze,
leave you in a coma, for 4 fuckin days,
i be up in the battle, my legs hold up nice,
i take the punches, move forward, to give a little slice and dice,
my flow is old school,
like grandmaster groove, this is my rule:
i take everyone to school,
give them a lifetime sentence,
there will be no repentense,
from my cell, you see, you live in the dark,
always in the shadows of the graet one,
my flow is more reggae than fast,
nevertheless, it really is a blast,
to hear me in the club, my instrumental,
it is all glossy,
fuckin im so hard, muthabitch bring your whole posse
muthafucka

 

will someone help this kid with his rhymes
his flow is bad, punchlines suck, and hes a complete waste of our time
him posting on this thread should be considered a crime
for what he says, is stright absurd
reading his shit is like drinking vodka and milk, it makes my stomach turn
shale i continue, you still want more?
you can fuck with us, the fantastic four
wait, make that five, Tamp, Sketch, Unconscious, and small town crook
yellow haze your joke, and the exact meaning of shook
so take notes my friends, go ahead jot this down in your book
this is a quick keystyle, so fuck a hook
so the point in case is just just plain suck
come back at my bro, see if i give a fuck.

 

fuck the fantastic 4,
come like dr doom atack your jaw,
killer robots at ur door,
next day wen ur face n back are sore,
ill come back for more,

 

You just dropped a Mobb Deep line!

I look across the mat,
next to my chisseled body,
this fuka looks fat,
this gonna get crazy,
but i so tough, i take it easy,
i land a right to the face,
like hittin you with a mace,
soon you be wearin' a jaw brace,
blood all over the place,
you take a bite,
of my arm, this is a fight,
nas said the world is yours,
well now its mine, can you hear the roars?
of approvale, i got rid of all you whores,
i throw a left hand, just as it reaches the tip,
i land it, makin' his heart beat skip,
as he crash to floor,
the crowd want to see no more,
and now i am out the door,
another club awaits,
but meanwhile im flooded with dates,
cos' everyone know, i can defend, and offend,
and yet a got the looks, better than these crooks,
they call you the fab five,
well you best hope you still alive,
after i rip your heart out your chest,
cos you know i am the best

 

And by the way, mobb deep says, put us together its like mixing vodka and milk......know your songs dumbass.

aight, you want original, here we go
ill own you with just me, no team, act like you dont know
see, you recycle all your shit it just gets old
you commin on saying your the best, now that stright bold
you say youve been rapping nine years, and yet you still suck
and you admit you always get owned, and you still com on here, the fuck?
your shits long and its quite funny to read
you shouldent feel bad, just ask for help, its what you need
see, here i am, and right now im wrecking you
and live ive said many times, im not lying, ima stay true
you just arint good and just take up space
look at what the people say about you, see, closed case
do you want me to keep going, or have you accepted defeat?
if not, fuck you, be good and take your seat
right now ima take you to school
you need it more then a doped out fool
you cant compeat, and you will never beat me
i just played you dogg, like a kid would play his wii.

 

Your lines are to long,
it hurts my eyey,
to read your rhymes, i dispise,
you know im the best,
so stop these lies,
he talks about dopped out fools,
why would you talk about yourself, freak,
now you got no paddle and you up shit creak,
you best stop givin me grief,
now you know the rap chief....
or i will knock you flat, to the rap worlds relief,
now you know

 

Love of the Lower class

Yo, the higher class,
get yo head out your ass,
and come and check out the slums,
covered wiif de tramps, bums,
come and check it out,
there is drugs on the streets,
to make any money, i gotta make beats,
to gain finiancial stability,
i try to the best of my ability,
my capability,
isn't awesome, but it earns me dinner,
my wallet, it couldn't get any thinner,
so come and check out the streets,
you MP cheats,
yo i must admit that the fab five,
are cool, but i gotta big myself up, to stay alive,
so yall know it ain't personal,
now dance like robot electronix,
my lack of money makin me turn to narcotics,
blood stains on the streets, roads,
all on the cars, and my clothes,
so why doncha, come and check out the streets,
might get the chance to hear one of framins beats

 

I got more issues than DC comix,
i cause collaterall damage,
when i spit,
cos the rest of yall shit is sour milk,
i am smooth as silk,
i wont over elaborate,
cos your mind can't colaborate, to my flow,
oohh, gotcha self a gangsta name,
well you ain't me, get yourself a lil bit of fame,
what a shame,
your flows to bad,
shame, i though it was good, just a tad,
but it was to rad,
go back to the drawing board, revise,
try a bit to improvise,
you ain't street wise,
you see, when i rise,
it will open your eyes,
as all the other rapper shy's away,
live to fight another day,
what more can i say,
i do this in an amazing way,
so bye bye,
shit, you know im fly....


more like it?....


I'm above the law,
can punch like a juggernaut,
they call me sweeney todd,
its true, they call me god,
i bit the hand that fed me,
fuck, i slice off the wrist,
then i got pissed,
don't need the law, no rules,
got my beer and i got my jewels,
now go into hybernation,
come out when im gone,
im a waster,
but this just a taster,
of what i can do,
i spat a shit ryhme, nobody boo,
cos it a shit rhyme to the rap godds standards,
still, better than what you can shit,
shit dis is average, every bit!lol!

 

its really a shame,
that ur getting period pains,
but ur theory is lame,
no one wants to here about a queer in the game

 

the Lyrics, they come from my lung,
shot wif de force of a gun,
so hard, dey will knock out your son,
god will stand beside,
but i reside in hell,
wif de devil,
he got nofin on me,
can't you see?
im the god of rap but the devil of behaviour!
after i punch, you be on life support,
leave you half-dead,
you suffer sever damage to the head,
next time it'll be lead,
god siad, well all of the above,
i am the god, there is no bible,
my music applies to all, even tribal,
bible is lies,
but if you like,
look at it like rosy skies,
no matter how hard dey tried, i will never be religious,
dey are ingorant,
de air dat dey breath is infected,
causing cancer, it's the religious dancer,
causing tumas, the holy sciprtures where written by man,
man isn't perfect, jesus no exception,
give me good reception, you know i is right,
religion a miserable abyys,
all just a puddle of piss

 

....Sketch Three, as lame as they come,
rhymes is old, dey have been done,
by a million differnt rappers,
maybe sketch is just a bit to rad,
for his shit to be called bad,
its more like sick, it makes me wanna hurl,
why is it you have to act like a baby girl?
now please unfurl, from your girly twirl,
and come here, i gonna give your neck a curl,
i play curby with your noggin,
i give it a floggin'
that you never forget,
so, after i finish my set, at the O2,
and you finish yours at your garden shed,
we have a little battle,
and see who's got more skills in their head,
fighting you, an unarmed man,
i should have to get a ban,
from using such powerful porfanities,
but this motherfucker a twat,
and fucker thats that,
so mess with me, when your verbs go in line,
cos its my time to shine,
bye, bye, go away,
don't be to scared to come another day,
sorry if i made you wet yourself with fear,
but when you hear,
the skill that i use,
it's only right for you to abuse,
the speed that your fanny can pee,
if you don't get the message, go away,
get a sex change, and don't be so gay....