i am soft, i am the softy. i hate the police, i hate the coppy. my flows are dope but this blunt is sloppy. so dont try n cop me, or ill lay u down and preform a live autopsy..... lol
YEAAAAAAAAA THE NEW COURVOISIERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR IF I COULD BE A NIKKUH ID BECOME THAT MAINE LIL JOHN HES GRILLZ IZZLEEZ SO FRESHHH AND HIS PIMPMUG IZZLEEZ SO FRESHH ID BE HITING ON A BONG LIKE THA AINT NO TOMMORROW YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH OKAAAAAAYYY ID BE BLINGIN MY BLANG BLOW ID BE CLAPPIN ME POW POW LIL JOHN IS THE FRESHEST SO TRUELY THE BESTEST IF I COULD BE A NIKKUH ID BE DAT MAINE LIL JOHN CUZ HIS SHLOONG MUST BE LONG IMA GET BRAINS FROM YOUR GAL CUZ USE A LOUSY NIKKUH WE DO BIG THANGS BIG BANGS BIG CLANGS I WISH I WAS A BIG NIKKUH YEA....i wishhh....
man i can not tell you how much i agree with that whole track im glad im not the only one who see hiphop as a way of life and a religion...
well you could just cut up a bunch of golden era hiphop for the hook came out allright, im not much one for reading hiphop to me the way the person spits it really is the only way fo me to jugde but over all i like the message
It needs work. Not trying to hate but with long lines like you have, the flows off. I mean I know it's hard to tell the flow by reading, but the syllable count is off. Look at the first two lines: Get ready for my tale as I talk and my story begins I'll try to keep it brief and rhyme in sync to the DJ spins The second line takes a lot longer to say than the first, and even if you did speed it up and slow down the first, it wouldn't work together. I'll give a verse a go at school tomorrow to better explain. Or maybe idk what the fuck I'm talking about haha
Nah I know what you're saying but when I spit it, it came off dece..Idk just my first attempt at a track, now I just need the hook and then hopefully I can record it.
the hook shud be, creein up on *****s, u aint herein shit. the way deafs be, went to k f c, baught sum chiken but got caught slipin
Drivin' down the street with a Heathen Parade, crash my car into a freezen lake, in need of aid. said fuck it, blazed weed that was laced with raid. Grade A weight but didnt stay in my brain . Strapped grenades to my face, a basket case. Sprayed an AK and hit my own face. Brains and veins leaking all over the place....haha
No need to trace this call, you can see blood on the wall. I sprayed his face with mace, but thats still in the stall. I chopped his body into pieces and ate half of him raw. Cooked up the other half of it and conjured a bomb. Blew up half the planet, all thats left was a storm. Transformed the little rebels into an army of one. Im as evil as the Devil, you can call me his son. Gave each of them a gun and told them that its begun. Thats all i could remember being strung out on drugs... haha i dunno. -it rhymes if u say the ending words in the same tone....trust me. sorta haha
havent been on here in a while. but i've been recording. i really wanna collab with someone. i'm tired of rapping by myself. check out the new songs. www.myspace.com/infamous603
my train of thought is long like the penis of a horse my potential on the mic is small, my voice is too hoarse its coarse, too many bong hits, my schlong rips pussy walls, my balls are wet, her cum drenches it her lips carress my soaked and pulsing creative thought you'd think id say cock but my mouth is too hot i bought EarDrum, honestly its the first purchase in a year i steal all my music, rip it, and never shed a tear i dont care about the struggling artist, he doesnt care for me if he did he'd rhyme, sing, and relate to stuggles I see i be the suburban white boy living in section 8 dad left when I was 8, I hate and litigate dont care where he ends up, prison, dead, or on the streets he left us at a bad time, no sneekers on my feet but enough about me cuz im not looking for your pity im looking for some style thats perstigious, a little wity do the ditty, if ya want to, ya have to thats a command, obey it or ill have to smack you just kiddin yall, im no thug or gangsta on the track disrespect me in person and end up in a body cast no i dont pull triggas, no i dont wear rags no i dont kill *****s, no i dont sell bags i sold weed once in the 10th grade to make some extra change wasnt makin shit with schwag, found success inside the page opened a book, imagination took off and flew high like astronauts master plots leave me wantin to reach and perfect speech of master thoughts my topic jumps around more that children in hop-scotch i dont care wat you think, this is for my bros, theyre top-notch yes bros over hoes, ill be damned if one of cupids arrows hits im duckin and dodgein, nearly breakin my hips my shit is brown just like everyone elses i dont claim to be golden, people will point and laugh like nelson im more of a comedian, jokes and punchlines to get a chuckle heres a fact, my belt consists of a shoe-string, no buckle im broke, i wanna get paid and live the lavish life the fact is im lazy, no skills like travis rice i hate the snow but yet i live in colorado every other day the weather changes, sunny today -blizzard tomorrow im stuck for now, only hope for escape is through school bust my ass for perfect grades, my peers call me a fool they talk shit cuz im lookin to better my life and get out they pout when i swoop awards, i feel the glout but i dont let it get to me, haters will hate, thats wat they do its their job in this life, only goal to pursue watch anther man blow and throw dirt on his name some use to their advantage to gain respect and fame lets take 50-cent for an example, got big by dissin other dudes now hes a cocky unloyal bitch, who acts large and real rude he has no respect for anyone, claims hes the greatest alive? ill give him credit for being a business man, but skills on the mic, hes deprive i dont give a fuck if this flows, or makes perfect sense in your eyes if it sounds good to your ears, like i said before, i make this shit for my peers throw their names up, anthony your my boy, youve always had my back my right hand man, my number one fan, you even held that sack when the police rolled up, snatched it outta my pocket knew i couldnt get cought, moms would knock the eye out my socket you took the heat, almost got beat, you know im down, any place any time hit the celly if you need me, any face, any crime my boy seth, wat up kid, how you been all this time? its been too long since we chilled and kicked rhymes smoked dimes all the time, remember the chronic out the apple? didnt have a pipe, no papers, no stick, we heard it crackle as we hit, it caved in and nearly killed your breath i still remember performing heimlich, your girl screamin oh seth haha that was the shit and you know im down again so hit me up, well do it big and get to scratchin with the pen scetch up a track with the facts of our life long journey met you in 6th grade, when i stabbed that dude, said youd be my attorney haha ima hold you to it, if i ever get into some real raw shit ima hit you up and ill be expectin you to come swoop or perform some law shit mitch and jordon, i can stress enough how much you have impacted my life to this point i still remember the first time i ever hit that joint mitch you took me under your wing when my father decided to leave you taught me to man-up, to hold my own, bob and weave jordon you were like a younger brother, a family i never had you were the shit, remember the times we used to have? remember as kids we played cops and robbers, always resistin arrest got beat by your bother and friends but who would of guessed we'd stop talkin, both walkin away and down some different roads feeling weight on our shoulders, backpacks carrying the same load we both decide school is the way to make it out of the fucked up life and find the next route so far these are the people that have changed me as a person they saved my life, made it better, never worsened only cursin in rhymes to get my point across i owe too much, in debt, im destined to never floss not my teeth, ignorant fool, talkin bout the big money never taste the delicious fruits of wealth, im stuck in poor health either my destiny is blind or im locked in the stealth i dont know if ill live another day so i gotta live life this way value more than material things, no rings, no ice, my skies are always grey i pray but should i trust god, should i beleive to feel releived? is it right that i might just live a life of deceived? even though i tell the truth, im caught in my lies i wish theyd all burn up like the asses of fire flies or light up and never go dull, exposed to ever soul see me for who i am, dont judge me by the size of my hole i stay confined to my rhymes, im locked in and the key has been swallowed i retract my tracks so my seeds in need cant follow if i become a fucked up father, ill fail at my lifes greatest ambition permision, use ammunition to riddle my brittle figure beyond recognition seriously though, i can never let it happen i promiss ill be there, never let their ego flatten the day he becomes a man, her a woman, my job is done ill look to the skies with open eyes, knowing inside ive truely won for fun i flow freestyles and tell stories, acknowledge those in my life it helps, even for a few minutes to escape feeling of trife critize me, diss, and make beef outta this but im just speaking my mind, i find peace and cant resist
As my soul leaks outta the pen onto the page I'm curious to see my story comin' of age Got arrested last month, had court today Paintin' of course, lead from fun to dismay I wasn't out on the corner buyin' or sellin' Apparently though now I'm a convicted felon? I'm not though, luckily I got away with probation 100 hours community service, I can't be patient Need to get this shit over and done with quick Get my confiscated shit, do it and split But look, writing graff and rhymes are my only expression Gets shit off my chest and keeps me out of constant depression And not to mention, helps relieve a lot of stress 4 hours of sleep a night, school and work, I'm a mess But I do my best, I'm always gonna strive to win Do a lot of stupid shit, so at night I repent for my sin And by no means am I boasting or braggin' It's not cool gettin carried in a Paddy Wagon Being stopped, cuffed, and then harassed I hold no respect for a faggot behind a badge Drunk with power, majority of them are corrupt I'm thinkin a lil fast, I don't mean to be abrupt What they say is true, the pen is mightier than the sword Verbal murder and homicide, forgive me lord You can feel it now, lyrics so hot, causin global warmin' Not givin' any of you a shot, nor a verbal warnin I'll always only give you the truth, never bullshit ya Although I'm not gangsta, piss me off I'll have to hit ya The only clappin' you ever done was to give applause You fake wannabe rapper, you lost without a cause...
freestyle off the dome, a chrome in my hand, meant to unfold. im really spittin this fast like the blast from the gun when i pop u in the ass. you can tell im making this up, as i go. cuz its some wack as shit, no homo. not taking time to think of words, just blurbs from herbs i smoke out on the curb. haha i dont know what to do now, maybe ill leave. lace the weed pcp and take a trip oversea. once in europe ill tour the place, spray ur face with mace with no trace of disgrace. im done for now, i might look like im bad, but i had to do this, to prove im mad..... haha srsly off the dome haha
back up from the mic man the levels are way off... sounds liek your spitting on a computer mic or somthing that can handel when you get loud... but shits not bad if u want some beats holler...
I'll Write an intricate and compelling story in lead or ink Something' that is ponderous, make you have to think Sometimes I get into a slow and akward mood Feelin' like my emotions are bein' chopped and screwed This life is full of trials and tribulations, a constant struggle Mine feels like it's in bits and pieces, nothin but rubble And fuck, I'm on probation but I usually don't get into trouble Read my shit twice it's so nice, you think you seein' double Have you ever been short of cash, and had to skip a meal? You'd resort to anything to survive, constantly rob and steal Give all the cake you make, just simply to pay a bill? You can't afford children, so you save few bucks for the pill It's God's will, so you consistently stay on your hustle Don't rely on a gun, stick with the hands and muscle Have you ever been fucked up so bad, you thought you would die? Hooked on morphine in a hospital bed, thinkin you could fly Or gotten completely trashed, drunk and equally deranged Driving off the high-way doin' a over a buck and change Dodging traffic quick, swervin cars, and switchin lanes Having a hard time ridding of all of life's pains Bustin' ass doin' a nine to five, yet supporting your daughter All she wants to know why mommy is gone, why you fought her Movin' in then next month you are being evicted The damage on your child's life, pain inflicted This life is the one, a son from my mother It's a fucked up life, the one of my brother
im brutal, sadistic the onlyway to rip shit ima stay criptic to the end of time the only day ul b doper than me wiv a rime is wen i quit this shit itl neva go down like that il stil b around from the ground il rap as a corpse on the verse thats strivin 2 tell all demons on earth how survive in hell