your fake as fuck, a false fable like pokemon i drop dope lines, like i flipped the table the coke was on. sit and read, my status exceeds, you shouldnt even be next me, rock shows, the flows rolls off the tongue like extcasy. just a widdle somfun somfun.
i lied. fellas, think they know hip hop, copped a wayne CD, and thats where that shit stops thats fucked up like letting the bitch get top i walk on you fools, like flip flops, grab a pin, watch the fake bitches tits pop im circling you, like im an alien, and your a corn crop your fake as fuck, like a porn shop, im sworn to top.
me and esto, yo, we're born to rock our pockets are holdin some enormous glocks they put holes through you that's the size of his gauges battle rap cats can't even find or contain us yall are minor league fags, and we're signed to the majors battling five of you guys at a time couldn't phase us you got my songs in your head, i know my rhymes are contagious divorcing your head from your body, and i'm signing the papers i'm leaving no parts left, i don't divide with remainders fuck you peace loving cats, i side with violence and anger i'm the type of holiness that you would find in a manger i should wear a skull and crossbones to remind you of danger
yo, i'll keep it going and flowing, non stop with the rap man. bags of green, were tag teamed, and he just slapped my hand. were dope kids, were rude, and atrocious, everything he says, they censor. cut your techs, have blades to cut your neck,leave you like a pez dispenser. take your checks, we get paid, like what the heck, took my hours i worked at spencer's. hated, im complicated, I have long enough bars to be caged in. syllables, rhyme with every word im sayin, talk shit, get your face caved in. stop complaining, cop the grain, kid, grieve your bitch, leave her in a ditch, pitching stitches in snitches, serve disses on dishes, to all you bitches, got hooks like fishes, took your riches, itching, french kissing fists, kid.
i spit flows so long, it stretch till the next day and you know me and este, we fresh in the best way our words are like weapons, every line is a death ray our verses capture your mind, like something koresh say infamous tatted on my knuckles, i'm explaining myself it's so i can punch you in the face when my name in your mouth what's the complaining about? who else is blessing you with fresh shit fuck the hating cats, we checkin em off the guest list the best shit. got it on lock like we arrested confess kid. you're getting fucked like you molested confusing your mind and body like heroin and meth mixed you'll be killing yourself by the time the high sets in
when i enter this thread i skip all the posts ahead of me but i see este and coka blow minds like kennedy mad flows seperate the elite from the bourgeoisie when they spit rhymes rain and thats a guarantee i want to write something worth while but i always end up with shitty little bars like those
y'all represent, coka and este know what's real we strip down posers like unconscious, those with little appeal I run corners like baseball, making you dizzy when I'm done I slide in and wail, like thin lizzy Like spiderman I'm marveling, it's quite startling I can climb walls shoot threads, thread-locks falling in My own web of rhymes, they're just truths no lies The words I confess are the real do or dies We come together like muslims, and pray to the creator Mix up our thoughts more than a cross fader bla bla bla bla bla I bite immortal technique No wait that's unconscious his repetitive style is weak
ok then...*ahem* so its shalfie over hear rocking this UK...ting locks I saw you on the corner rocking your fake...bling take you out and leave you just on a whim I can't emcee but I make your girl sing and thats no lie not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin Stevie could see plainly your lyrics are bitten go back to school, and get some extra elastic tied between them mittens I bin here years but not accumalated a post count becuase I can't bear to reply to the shit you spout You talk about things you know nothing about like cars and girls, money and drugs boy between me and you, your a fake thug Learn that there more important things that materialistic gain like getting your degree or painting your name on a freshy fresh train on second thought leave it your graf looks like shit I'm convinced thats the only thing you ain't bit you jsut got served on a shiiny silver platter by a white boy too but oes it really matter... oh no he di'ant Locks no beef just wanted to stretch my wings a bit son =D peace and love
im too fuckin bored and so fucking tired smacked my boss in the face last night n said bitch ur fired now im rollin the l kickin back just chillin introducin yall to miamis newest villain ahh shits wack im just to busy wit the dolphins game lol ill write a better one later
im cleaner than rehabilitated fiends on tracks i spray up like fat caps integrated with green i mean im not intemidated by ya team and if you step up to interrogate then im inflatin and infiltratin ya jeans yadidamean baby girl im eliminating ya splein rippin ya seems it seams atmozphere is flown like ozone centegrated in the negative teens rainin frozen thunder the 9th wonder puffin lumber asunder and plunder the prey cuz im a hunter i punt kunts and jump fronters i pitch grenades that explode on contact with the bunters im double platinum blunted gasoline spit pumper no jumper cables never been one to tell fables always spittin phax like heart attacks on mike vrable you baby emcees jsut belong in the cradle from there to the grave.. spits leave lids twisted like some dradles girly in her birthday suit spread out on the table pourin shots in her navel suckin it out like vaccum abortions exportin prenatals im fatal my flow is poisonous soup so dont touch the ladle im live like electricity in the cable comcast fast and stable atmozf3ar balancin the budz and the beers twisted up like tattoo tears with two meanings fallen soldiers and fallen ceilings falling into the deep dark well where sails set ship and ships get bailed derailing ya plane and grounding ya train im insane im like room with padded walls cept the psych wards hall is full of flames no escape out my brain like a labyrinth how do i manage to metephorically menetore like a savage yet no since to be had like a bum no fun so i run around in circles looking for weed, pills and pink drinks flavored purple like a turtle stuck on its back im on the shell like bullet casings trampled as i flee the scene lamping the macs lighting up, i put on for my city like biochemical warfare and gas masks my rhymes are like poison to the fish in the water, you cant catch raps you cant track my flock your cant pursue my team p i m p, but u kan kall me pussy fiend i cream on girls lips, tits and fat asses quick i make it bounce like b2k in slow motion call it click stick - stuck i dont give a fuck, continue to sip the drips up and flip the bics in my palm spark the blunt and continue to spit salms hittin trees like automobile accidents in the keys my freestle steez is flyer than a million beez swarmin through the bleez i inhale life and exhale death im a fool for the drool i pool like cess not the best but still walk round with a s on the chest whats fresh?
im sour patch, kid, grab your girl and hug her, then in seconds, throw a machete to her fucking jugular. rip you limb for limp, spit flem in a preist face, frauds, mock your god while zeitgeist plays. out and an about, props for shout outs, thread locks shred ya glocks, slapped with lead blocks, thats where ya street cred stops. i dont pack heat, stack cheese, either do you, never showing glocks, got money in the bank, because i threw your dough over the docks. quit blowing the cocks, im chopping up rocks, popping back shots, your wack rhymes, me and infamous, will change the fucking game over time, snap you nines, cut the lines to the swines, leave you limbless, spell our name with your fucking spine. were fearless and bold, weapons play some serious roles, our bats play plots. Felines pissing in your liquor are the only time you cats spray shots. all, love, vagrant.
it makes me want to cry too, cause he quotes himself which is just gay, and his rhymes are completely bitten from jedi mind all g shalf
we get i you think hes gay, to be honest i think your all total fags but either keep it to yourself or be lyrical about it
1 uppin the best,2 uppin the rest. you pheenin for the good like the neighborhood crackhead. about to be takin two out like the neighborhood trashman. knee deep in the game *****,and you just a lame *****. blunts hella pudgey,roll slow with the dutchy. but roll much quicka with a swisha. cuttin cheese so they call me the swissman. ball hard,then roll out with a swish,man. then your girl lean over with a kiss,man. you claim to be bustin rubberbands,man. but you just a buster with rubber hands,man. i calmly take my seat and revolve around a beat. while you peekin your nose over the sheets. you say you flip packs,and never flash your stack. really you on a 9 to 5,livin paycheck to paycheck with your mom breathin down ya neck. because you slipped off the latex,***** didnt she teach you safe sex you had to borrow money for your so called honey,whose out gettin smashed till shes bloody. so you tried to actually flip a pack,got smacked by the boys with smack lookin for a quick snack.