bars are musical. it's more frequently referred to as a measure. 4 beats to ever measure in standard 4/4 time. you guys are talking about stanzas but I suppose its all the same, either way Riot you gotta learn the game connect them thoughts with critical acclaim, end the lines with rhymes to earn some fame.
oh em gee like EL oh EL.... another verse cursed from a lyrical hell theres no god in sight, you got no bright light your shits grabage.. fuck you and have a wonderfully night
spittin over funky beats, to broke to afford the eats. its that welfare bangin on table beats immediate intermediate media brought right to yah. im gunna blow like coke spittin redicouls its almost a joke.
shit my bad haha. I was high and I don't even know why I wrote that but yeah. I'll get something new up. fuckk.
i leave mcs mouths locked up like battery hens get off my dick this is where the flattery ends cuz that shit will get you nowhere like james colbert on flight two one two plus you cheesy like fondue i burn your whole crew like straight bacardi one five one down your throat like cum senses hazing but i stay blazing until i wake up adjacent to a police station with a citation for bombing the whole nation but i'll beat the charge and have the judges wife beat me til i charge all over her face BLAAAAWWWWWWWHHH the bitch ugly but ill pretend she's jenna haze BLLLLLAWWWWHHH no fucking around i cut to the chase justice system is a fucking disgrace a teenage life ended and the defendent gets out 3 weeks later as recomended by some fuckbag who should get beheaded brothers get longer for writing on a wall shit just forget it fuck the police fuck the justice of the peace and fuck you fake mcs with no soul
my dog just came in and i thought that itd probably be more enjoyable to be a dog than a person cuz i cbf being alive today so i wrote some stuff why must i be human? all i do is make an animal of myself not concerned about wealth, health, go to the liquor store and buy a whole shelf no self respect mindset intercepted i was disconnected rejected but wont be ejected or disrespected by wack infected pop music molesters ive elected to have you re-invented and invested in an aids infested prostitute thats interested in making sure youre well rested so the next bitch you get with could be the last to get your dick erected and even if you have your sex protected shell have your testicles dissected but meanwhile.. back at the ranch i got another chance and came back as lion hunting food is how im survivin so why must i be human?.. always thinking negatively but repetitivley claiming no one is better than me so youd better be banning me from your pub cuz not all is fine and dandy when i get on the shandy its like kids on candy with markers paint and maybe a little weed on the side cuz sometimes id prefer to be fried than deal with the reality that im not a monkey fuck evolution why must i be human?
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i wanna, tick tickle you, wit tha tip o' mah dick'le do, no tellin wat ima do, when i come to get ridda you, you silly boo, you a silly bitch, who thought you'd take a nap in a ditch.. maybe it was me, see baybee, lately,i bin feelin greatly, misproportioned, head in mah undies,you must see, my head in my assssss hehe shits and giggles, leaft over anger, for a bitch that used ta be mah angel
your an human trash blast you and put you in a bag my flow untouchable even micheal jackson cant touch it you need a lesson a spit in the face, stop actin strong or youll get jacked son, all of you guy cant put a word on me you call me a pussy while six dicks are frontin whit me i never choked and i never will
every line there was a mothafuckin choke! you think you a playa? you dont push, you a joke. try to scrap with me ill getcha neck in a yoke, getcha back broke, getcha weed toked, nah this aint cheech and chong but you be up in smoke. now get back in cellar so i can drop yo momma some coke.
crn wrote a long ass verse, skoolin kids who talk about''no questions asked first'' please all the fakers quit, cuss u passed merked, bunch of faggots rockin grass skirts, get bent over, an ur ass hurt, bet its painfull wen ur boy blasts squirts, of semen, in ur high,left u screamin till u die, u either dreamin, or u high, if u doubt im a demon, who stays fly, way up in the sky, come at u like death from above, u need my lyrics, like breath or ur mothers love,
me verse one, hiddentechnique verse two yes yes yall, ya know mains back, the textcee epitome officially, one of the nicest to ever kick soliloquies systemically ending careers of kids who only secrete deceit dawg my rhymes resonate elite, exceeding benchmarks they fail to meet these kids is garbage, subject to wannabe rapper segregation i'm cumin with that deeper shit like intense anal penetration on another level like CRN schooling cats claiming they toking techs you're leaving your cat out in the rain while ive got your bitch's pussy wet oh lord, fanatical foursomes once they panty and blouse flies got me feeling im fucking the whole cast of the desperate housewives like putting eva longoria into states of sexual euphoria give teri hatcher a midnight ride and leave that ginger bitch outside even though shes irish too, reppin my heritage from start to finish these girls shallow my baby batter and say it tastes like a pint of guinness yup, unfortunately my hype verses always degress into sexual material gotta admit though, cant help but use hoes breast milk for my cereal just a bonus the kid can spit, mad prolific and so imperial to get these chicas off the chestnuts, gonna take more than a Christmas miracle fuckin verbally vibrant, best believe on tracks mains the giant the textual tyrant, exploding with projectile fluids like fire hydrants and ya know its straight, the dudes the illest on the eastern sea board fuckin adored from Singapore to tropical shores in El Salvador lyrical snipe to the temple, primarily promoting potent potential Mains doing the breaststroke on beats and the butterfly on instrumentals im that fresh, top 3 of this thread with profesh texts for days get mad melodic off gorgous ganja and exotic strains of haze the MainTechnique ending the fallacy of guns, bling, and cars only Guantanamo Bay has more high priority subjects and maximum security bars ya dig? Raekwon the Chef couldn't cook a meal more impecible the Main course is so spicy and raw, shits borderline indigestible gonna need some hip hop Peptobismal to help this settle and dissolve shaolin fist to the chest, damn, problem resolved ayo alliterations the arsenal, punchlines are the herbal thats blessin me metaphors are the ocean, similes keepin it hot are the westerlies but fam, i'd be spittin if MCing wasn't fashionable like bikinis in Iran Main and Tec putting shit on house arrest like political protesters in pakistan goddamn, the duo is too dope while you still ass like sodomy time to pass it to my boy Technique, spittin verses chronologically ironically, i spit atomically in a complex verse my style is unique and completely outta this earth my flow is strong, disciplined, and militant trained with a license to kill, so i'm killin it when i type, my shit is malicious and tremendous i tried to explain it once, but y'all can't comprehend it with a lyrical fitness that is so intense and immense i'm here to conquer this thread, ready commence typin quick with main, off the top of the dome lyrical homicide will put you in bed at a funeral home your whole life will become a lost thought of a memory you were never shit more of an unknown identity when i grace this thread you know i got the remedy technique and main, distribute lyrical chemistry we will be the founders of all these bs cipher pages knockin out un-lyrical bitches and toys for the ages we ain't countin bodies or taking a single name the maintechnique is about to unleash a lyrical reign introducing the new brand of a lyrical menace or fiend when two brothers spit it comes to you as a unbelievable dream a hidden event that is sophisticated, a vicious team with cans in the hands, fitted brims, and that green you know our stroke is mean, we are unstoppable when we team up, anyone defeatin us is improbable go ahead do the math get out all your calculators you just hate to hate, so you are all considered haters brand and label me and main untouchable our rhymes are like hoes, they're fuckable something you can bump to, can't get enough main and technique are legit, so i'm a call your bluff we hold the deck, it's gonna be a royal flush stop movin flappin your fuckin lips boy hush i'm sorry we had to be a lyrical disaster so devastatin we gonna put this thread in shock, you've all been waitin we can keystyle shit right on the spot we got flow, yours is clogged and stopped