since when are kids rappin bout caps? the last time you saw me i was popin at your cap you know who i am the man in all black walkin up to walls sprayin with the fats dropin tags left and right once you look im out of sight youll never catch me cuz im sneaky as the grinch and if you do catch me youll find me with some cans mabe even a homemade rockin it from home mane get the drips like rain drippidy drop all you hear is the sound of the ink drops hittin heaven spots chicago...the place where its at where your shit gets buffed on a day to day basis gotta get the good s*** or else you wont get up cuz thats what its all about.......... gettin ya name up nah mean!!
...we rock spots too hot for toys to touch like a stud we be up in yo' bitches g-spot tits, clits and bong hits what were about we hear cops shout we ignore it, cause we know what it's about we'll never stop bombing, til we out number the ones in iraq like a bag of skittles we flow colors like no others fats to skinny's we'll bring it back to the 50's we aint no "jack-a-ninnies"
who the fuck wanna challenge me/ i dice up this word play like i do human anatomy/ and im a prophecy, to hott to be touching me/ cocky niggas cocky cuz they suckin me/ u better duck from me, i let my fist fly/ leave u skinless like a french fry/ my guns speak to me, all yall is weak to me/ inflict conflict, gats click thats the peak to me/ residents know me as the drunk mad man/ bodies left in trash cans, doin what a man can/ the trench conceils so much ammo/ strapped like rambo, cant stop the damn flow/ flee from the scene, as im sippin codein/ ice on my neck ,ice on my pinkie ring....
since when are kids rappin bout caps? the last time you saw me i was popin at your cap you know who i am the man in all black walkin up to walls sprayin with the fats dropin tags left and right once you look im out of sight youll never catch me cuz im sneaky as the grinch and if you do catch me youll find me with some cans mabe even a homemade rockin it from home mane get the drips like rain drippidy drop all you hear is the sound of the ink drops hittin heaven spots chicago...the place where its at where your shit gets buffed on a day to day basis gotta get the good s*** or else you wont get up cuz thats what its all about.......... gettin ya name up [/b][/quote] Word up, shifted, the man in black/ cuttin kids up like fiends for crack/ dont front on him cuz you'l catch a smack/ and its a fact jack,that-I got his back/ let me back him up son, yo shit is wack- they call me the broke one/ and that aint a joke son/ you step up to me-I'll pull your brain out yer throat son come packin-got ya crew runnin, no frontin/ We'll figure you out like in good will huntin now Im out-time to dip, goin on a trip/ headin to your hood, its your head Im gonna rip/ so dont come up on me talkin bout ya grip/ come talkin that shit and you might take a slip. -blah..chi town stand up!-
y chat manz ... blood u aint got non say u wanna clash barz u dun drop non get out my face cah u will get chop don claim 2 hold shoterz u neva shot non ur not sik... im da hot 1 u cant murk me say wah u want don run up gumz bout ur fat mom don bak hand slap 2 ur face ur a pum pum and wot don suk ur mom don ur crew r waste ill murk on my 1 don get bak blood 2 were u cum fron back baked u girl rudeboi no comdon 2nd thought bout givin dis man da 1 bomb licked so hard dat it bruesed ur son's son rudeboi i wud run don bak 2 ur mom n bak ur pum pum fuck bruce 1nr ur fake like a gal with a wig on roads -----------------------------------------
Here we go... Ozone, More like a Bo-Zone/ Half witted-no style king with NO throne/ I treat you like a dog, so here take this bone/ and run, run, run, run back home. The Broke One is here son/ yo crew run in fear son/ leavin you like the queer one-dumb son/ And as I pull my gun, I see ya eyes widen/ Phone call to ya moms and she starts cryin blud, wud, u shut up!/ u, want, 2, step up?/ cum up, u get fuk'd up-wut up?/ yer not up, ya goons git fuk'd up/ my squad just bucked up-fucked up, you and your woman *clack*clack*clack* and left you left footin Fuck bruce1nr? Boy you doner/ I'm a stunner, you get locked up like Donner-> Donner-the cannable, son I'm an animal-just like -> the Hanible-the damnable Broke One/ you choke son your rhymes is a joke son/ bend over ya girl and stick my dog in her bun son Your teeth is yellow, (asian woman"Your smile like sunshine"/ My rhymes rhyme, my son shine heres-what-you-should-do-with-your-spare time/ Go home-snort a line of coke/ lay down on the couch and tok til you sputter and choke-> Just forget what you started/ drugs leave you retarded/ my-rhymes-on-time-my-lines-is-cold-blooded. ----------------------------------------------------- And please, dont be so lazy as to not type out the whole word....fuck what you heard.
bruce get at a cat with skill/ these caps'll peel and blood'll spill/ my gat sends chills and makes u lose ur meal/ try battlin swich and see wut happens/ next thing u know my guns are clackin/ im back to rappin yall still with actin/ actin hard liek u go'n do sumthin/ ur verbal skills amount to nuthin/ im smokin a black in the back of my lac/ u smokin a black named jack with ur wrists and ankles on strap... get back at me...
oh shit mane...here we go mother fuckers trien to get with the flow step back...... ill make you get nautious ill hold you upside down and make you eat garbage switch...tryin to get nasty boi ill turn you round and make you feel gassy we dont switch shit n chicago mane the only thing we swithin... is ya mother fuckin gender mane! ozone soundin like a toy runnin out of batterys ill give you some of these triple a's take em in the mornin wake up...tell me whats on ya mind dont give a fuck...get back behind the line soundin ass lokin mo fucka tryin to sound like dog off deez nuts! yeah bruce and shifted holdin it down in the rap thread... dont even make a sound or get spit at! with my millimeter cuz in this city youll have nothin but fear!
breakin backs atackin metro tracks with that ultra flat black. leavin heads leakin,creepin with the criminaly insane that be fuckin wit yah brain scrawlin shit across the train, living life on the edge hangin off the side of a bridge on a 2 foot ledge
Whoring for glory--I consider you destitue Hopping on tracks like a damn rapping prostitute Selling your soul for five bars below par of this How did the Devil agree to, straight buy your shit off, Maybe I should start making calls, at all the fools Tryin' to fake balls--But never at large, you just grow old And fall Fading into the next fad, what you thought was a wife Was only a fan--And now that you're broke? Onto the next man Onto the next man even my lyrics is drippin' The menstrual cycle of life of me stoping the biting And afterall the planning I'm constantly fighting y'all off No one thought that a boy of the South could rap about more than pussy and crack However he's training, consistantly whack But I'm back, the number one fan of my cause To prove to the world I was greater than the odds-- But odd-balls tryin' to stall me need to get up off me Because as a mullatto I'm hotter than Coffy, blaze Bitches like AIDS and there's no relief foryou ever EVER Never spit lies to the streets Lyrically I'm a heathen, born from the fires of backstabbin' black cabin fever But much like semen I impregnate the fallopian form of you brain like a donor and just as a loner I'm always the f irst mistah to reach the egg And abort all the misguided shit in ya head-- A litteral mind buff-- I get the walls clean, like a mixed up Mister Clean glossed with Comet I'm tired of hearin' the gossip That niggas is sick--it's vomit-- also called Lyrical Nonsense Ceaselessly violent is all that most spit, and revolution, and drugs, and fuckin' a bitch--Or talk about Kunta when he got the whip I'm ignorin' that shit Cause people like that stroke the ego of the bitches that Veto And give evidence to the circumstance Of the the battle-stance-called, an'ti-rap But this is Liberal babble, fighting the Senatorial Cabals Oh wait, I'm a rapper, my voice never travels You mute my me 'cause...My vocals is moody, but never forget that I rap Better than most of your favorite trappers I never sold dope, never shot at the clits Called egos that most rappers wind up leavin' wet in a ditch---
hey shifted i leave ya merked with my tag on ya shirt/ feel the girth of my worth and ya lines need some work/ who u kiddin talkin bout switchen my gender/ u been a fag in denial since kinder/ i make deathwishes reality and watch the reaper smilin at me/ tryna get high and happy as my gats is cryin at me/ why u lyin at me, sayin u and bruce holdin it down/ the only thing u hold is my dick as ur knees touchin the ground/ hear the sound? listne closer/ the only toast u packin is what u put in your toster/ and im not a boaster but lets face it prick/ why try to deny ur flow amounts to nuthin but shit.....
*cough cough cough* Word up, Broke be spittin with skill/ treatin niggaz up like I'm Dr.Phil/ Ask around, cats know I'm ill/ Time to make a choice like neo with the pills Choice one, step to the Broke one/ get called out, played out, leave you feelin dumb son/ now you left out, me an ya girl havin fun/ now you locked out, me an ya girl gots a son Choice two-Acknowledge what Broke do/ calm down, kick back and have a brew like Broke do/ I'll take you back to school, "'liek' wow, Broke's coo'"/ And that all I gotta say to you/ so tell me lil' homie, whatchu' wanna do? ----------------------------------------------- Sorry it took me a little bit to get this up...and once my school goes on winter break expect me to not be on here barely ever...
boit tryin to act hard i bet you are last time i saw you you were up in jail big black mans female getin taged fom behind you said you left your tag on my shirt look at your behind only way you get up is if you climb dudes dicks i see your stupid ass lookin all ashy...in the corner boy ill fuck you naaaasty about that gun of yours i heard it was fake i heard you were popin bb's at fools tryin to get that cake noone wants to hear your sorry ass rhymes boiii step back and get shifted to this time the times 3:09 woop
looks like shifted thinks he can spit it but he deffinatly aint gifted he just read green eggs 'n ham he aint the ish but o, iam ill spit at you fer breakfast have your family mailed to you by christmas you dont wanna be on my shitlist cuz ill find your chick, brick on her tits split her pussy lips with my dick ill fuck her so good shell think shes dreamin then shell wake up screamin ill jizz on her face and smack her till shes bleedin and if i see you ill be like hey dude that spit was true ur girls in the cellar want me to go get 'er fer you? i tried, no disrespect.
just saw a commercial for comcast. it was three dudes and a bitch rapping about how cool HD tv is anyone else see a problem with that?
tryin to get at me like you know its on ima move ya till the break of dawn i know how to spit unlike you you smell worse then week old poo stinkin up the club noone likes you get the fuck back before i get at you atliest i rhyme better than a fairy tale comin in here with less then any votes the only thing thats distorted is ya tiny ass dick
SHIFTED.... spittin words in all directions wont get u a rep/ first try an make sense, THEN dissrespect/ i make ya bitch wet an she aint even seen my dick yet/ and as far as the trigger, i finger flip it/ boi what u sippin? it look liek grape soda/ i got purple drank in my cup as im blowin the mota/ we fukin with coca, bound and drag ya ass from the bota/ im an instrument of the rap legacy gettin my fame/ yall fake bitches cant level me, u stuck in the rain....
mosta days yall bitches aint stressin me/ the police arrestin me for possesion of killer crack recipies/ at my crib ya bitch confessin she wants to be undressin me/ is this a test for me? this life i lead/ get high of weed and proceed to make cunts bleed/ all i need is a cuarter ounce and few rocks of the white/ burnin the mic and earnin my right to walk away from a fight/ in there eyes im still the victor/ older figures still call me mister/ i got a rep,respect,a tech and a jet/ boast the most cuz i got toast thatll make ya drip sweat/ rockin the dreads they make me look crazy/ slouched on my couch and it make me look lazy/ some hoes so fat i cut um, they bleed gravy/ and still im prayin for the lord to save me/ im a lost cause that keep breakin the law/ this life is flawed so im brakin her jaw/ takin her bra and puttin my paste in her crouch/ she scared now cuz she see the blood stains on the couch/ women are all bitchesd sluts and hoes/ fuck any **** that give um money and clothes....