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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by fame, Nov 6, 2004.
alright ill drop a flow
my steez i call it 2 simple
fillin up every dimple on your brain
draining the knowledge obtained in school
why do that when you could smoke weed and be cool
i learned more from jmt and immortal technique then any teacher speaking to me in school
my love my life is passion theres only one answer when asking
graffiti you trash head
talk shit on my crew end up brain dead spray up the walls in your blood shed the perfect fill in color blood red im the preacher and this is wat i said
wiether my body is bred and my blood is wine remember indo1
it aint much but at least im still tryin lol
You said I was a nothing.
and look at me now.
you tried to end it with pow.
lived through that and look at me now.
big as it gets,made moms proud.
You frontin,I showed you what its about.
go back,sit in the corner and pout.
your mind is full of jealousy.
Look here,no need to commit a felony.
just sit back,smoke a spliff,and listen to this melody.
123 set ya mind free,no setbacks.
12 for flinchin Hey!,no hitbacks!
Go free,let your inner expression roam.
Look at me now im in the zone.
listenin for hours to the calling tone.
no answer,no sweat.
dont have to worry about my next check.
passionate love insects.
and im not talking about multiple legged creatures.
this is my lyrical speech,so call me the preacher.
my lyrics are more then just fatal attractions.
labeled distractions, contemplated reactions.
Im anxious, but never vanquish sanctions.
like goerge bush's mutherfuckin altercations.
fuck the president, go on vacation.
hope the plane falls n' no one saves him...
^- Hope noone save's em- If he survives- I'ma blaze em.
Propulsin nines- Or tazem- My flava
Kickin it hott like light sabers-
Leavin atheist families in prayers- Persuarer-
Sounds of Rounds- On your local block,
Yall still chokin cocks- Hard like rock-
Come in flocks- Fuck guns- We fling rocks in socks.
Leave you dead without any traces..
Bring it to back in the day- When robbed kids- not for kicks- But for the laces.
ok, so i sometimes only read the first few replies to a thread. but once i read this terribly display of words that this kid calls a "rap," i couldnt read anymore.....why is this thread still going?
not to mention, that was the WORST half-ass rap i've ever heard/read/seen/visualized/unfortunately had to lay eyes on/regret seeing.
yea the first pages sucked but then dope folks like whoa n asen came by and saved it, then i came by and pulled the plug
at least someone saved it...cause fame ruined, and i mean RUINED, ANY aspirations i had of reading anymore replies.
well then u shud get outta here, if u not gunna spit or read anyone elses
I can't live my life this way.
Dont know how many times.
ive spit these same exact lines.
sayin todays the day.
for the permanent change.
in the fast lane.
this ribcage is filled with pain.
these drugs are the only thing keeping me sane.
look deep in my eyes and you tell me.
what you expect me to be?
hell i have no highschool degree.
but ill show you how to heat up a track.
show you a real stack.
yeah due im tryin to bring it back.
the good times in the word of looptroop.
goin out paintin with the group.
formed a crew.
how fast time flew.
how big my boys grew.
look at us now got teethmarks from the k9s.
look at me now stuck here doin state time.
Who knows when ill spit my last line.
Why is painting on a wall such a crime
when we got shootings and several murder degrees.
remember like yesterday.
runnin from the gridiron.
lookin ova my shoulder to his eyes red as fire.
just for puttin my name on the wall.
he popped lead in my back but nobody saw.
yellin for help,put the sole of his boot to mouth.
next thing i know that foot was kicked down south.
busted my lip,broke my nose.
unloaded on my chest with furious blows.
where is he now?
just ya friendly neighborhood policeofficer.
said nothing like that even occured.
but look at these scars.
no one can see,im stuck behind bars.
i didnt say i wasnt gona read anyone elses, i said he ruined any thoughts i had towards reading more after that, because the few after him, didnt seem like they were too intrigued by this post. but when you said people came along and saved it, i read it. and ill leave the "rapping" to all the professionals.
edit; i guess not reading anyone elses, and him ruining my aspirations to read anymore, are kinda the same thing. my bad.
you got it manggg
u dont wanna get merked with swords,
chop ur body up hide it behind wallpaper skirting bords.
my flows sickier than dirty whores,
could have herpes or,
ghonoria scince they was 34,
ur rhymes will never hurt me or,
divert the course,
of two assasins hunting u with no purpose more,
than the first to score,
by leaving u decapitated,
put the gat away kid,
ur rap is hated
its swich on round two bout ta grab yo attention/
when i step to the booth the whole room feel the tension/
im all about the doh but my name aint homer simpson/
black on black window tinted lambo doors liftin/
im gifted, no question..its easy to see/
my boys are the pushers so my trees is free/
me and Jay-Bee paper chasin with ease/
i cant even sew but im lacin my weed/
swich one or oscar leal is how the tone know me/
im wreckin with proffession, agresssive or so they told me/
whether im on the grind or just chillen with the homies/
keep a scope on my nine so the clips dont get lonely/
its swich oen the villain the man yall just cant stand/
sippin on sake but i aint from japan/
aint chinese but eyes sittin on a slant/
aint work for nestle but i got a hundred grand!!!!!!!!!! ........bitches...ahah
I Fuckin eat emcees devour four n need more//i bet you never heard such fuckin sinfull thinkin before//my whole personna enables gore; body parts litter my kitchen table n bedroom floor//I wage war with metaphors//your rhyme eddiquettes simply pour to say the least a beast on beats you cant defeat the flows elite//smoke dro's with the best technique//drop hot shit that heats the streets//real regardless starvin artists flex the hardest
off the top ish
ill get on the keyboard and spit flows
til i die and i cant spit no mo'
yall dont wanna see the boy from the 412
yeah i got your mom and your girl came too
bombing for glory not for hype
stick with the games this is not a fight
ill hit you so hard put your ass in flight
send you to california from the burgh ight?
hit you with the K one time and its over damn
your whole squads name will be known as ben dover fam
cause when i come through they just bend over man
and take it take it like i did a hand over them
^^ lmao just a little bit
this cat breathes vile, seas of hostile crimes and trials/ his mind is ill with thoughts to kill/ he steals which reveals is true ordeal/ never looking back, tookin back to the days as a young with dreams to run away/ never strays from the path to win/ his thoughts within stay strong but grim/ a soldier is him, one to kill and sin....
im no good but i try.
dont keep speakin, u better pause,
cuss i spit heat seeking, metaphors,
leave u knee deep in, dead out war,
dont want ur streets reeking, of shreded whores,
i defeat weaklings, that hold a beretta for,
protection. still leave ur peeps leakin, when i get a sword,
you love swords eh?
cuss were im from eveyones swingin blades like feudel japan,
only real killers knew there shit befor google began,
wikipedia thugs aint even worth hasslein,
cuss im chopin heads like the shoguns assasin,
if u aint packin kattans then ur just destracting,
(edit ill ad to it)
throwin flyin guilotenes,
to kill a feind,
cum at u like a one armed boxer,
when they see ur face,
old kung fu heads will know wats up
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