haha damn right... im sick, spittin hospitals, im cold, like a hard nipple, cant spit bars...dunno why, little quotes, thas wat i live by
my mind is significant like a dictionary using words you don't know it's scary i don't need a theasaurus, it's in my brain i shoot off the dome, hit ya in ya frame when this shit goes from bad to worse i take my words, compile and disperse forming a sentence in a way with a license to kill my tongue is like the sword, the bitch used in kill bill i think quick, show it by shootin off the dome you are delayed and brain dead just like a drone you see the technique may be hidden but it steps out a little, when i start spittin lyrical venom, drownin brothers in chaos usin my mind, paper, pen or even a crayon intrigued by how the brain works how my rhymes can make your stomach hurt from punches to punchlines and readin inbetween the lines this is the way you can express minds
He Lives By Lil Quoats, While Im Just Hittin Folks, Thats Sniffin Coke, My Flows Epic Like The Sea, Its Sinkin Boats, Like Atomic Subs, Shootin Missisles, Never Thaught Sum One Could Spit Shit This Vile, Bitch I'll, Take A Piss While, Im In Ur Mothers Bed, Drop A Squat On Her Lovers Head,
I'll leave her lover's head smothered under me, dead Your moms is probly upset that her man's a bundle in red Leaking fluids from his chest, arms, stomach and head I should've probly left, but I grabbed her number instead I'm the comeback man when bitches are on the rebound When their man goes missing, and is nowhere to be found But see now, I travel the US, leaving widows in each town So kids, don't be surprised when your daddy gets a beat down XD i'm bored.
haha thas nasty... choke you wit ur tongue, say you sick im prone, to the disease, that got u cryin on ya knees, bitch please, you kno im gettin it, this is mah period, my time of the month, or time of the lifetime, i must rhyme...
STREET LIFE'S ON THE LINE I SPIT A LINE AND THEY CALL IT A DISS I SPRAY A LINE AND THEY CALL IT A PIECE I SNIFF A LINE AND W'ALL LIKE FUCK THE POLICE -CHEEZ.montreal
atleast la cokas keeping it fresh in here hahaha...... and hidden teknique shut the fuck up hoodrich...stop rapping like you eminem or cent....
one upon a time not long ago after sandler sang bout sloppy joes was a lil kid by the name of gesus who mods a fourm beliving to be this great all knowning, big conceded fuck who used to get high by the veins he struck he'd get real bored and type a bit hardly could rhyme and he typed like shit he'd spit in the thread from time to time kids read what he wrote line by line most werent amused tho cas they werent bout crime stupid lil kids, brain washed and false thinkin they grew up fast just cas they talk like adults lil did they know there style was shit but gesus didnt care cas he never read it now with that said ima hit my bed cas this shits gettin old like moldy bread so peace out to ch'all and have good night yo this is a sleepytime rhyme with a bedhead flow.... take it back to the basic's all yall suck u just need to face it...
I'll side with gesus on this one, kids these days just act real hard and spit while I roll on this magnanimous, ghetto fabulous, archaic, controlled cybernetic tip string together bigger word combinations that Murs on jeopardy while I flow inconceivably and uncontrollably with the verbal insanity rhymes twisted and spun apathetically with a ghetto vernacular that would leave B.I.G. rolling in his grave laying a lyrical smackdown of apocalyptic proportions using words as chains to make weak mc's my slaves words contoured and cultured, devised and shaped in the mold for the sake of being used as weaponry on this vocal battlefield welcome to the freestyle thread, the signs will proclaim, break out your thesaurus and use that shit as a shield I cold-cock all the haters in the mouth with my anecdotal provocation and proceed to make them doubt that their style has any merit at all; when the judges finally listen and they make their decision they'll boot them out red flags up in the air, exposed for the liars and frauds you all are - we no longer care don't try to tell me you're from the hood, your mother told me you would, she said "my boy is a wigger" - sorry, life ain't fair I didn't mean to put you on blast, but don't threaten to shoot my ass, when the closest thing you got to a gun is made by Nerf pull your pants up - that shit looks stupid, don't try to flex on me kid - it wouldn't be prudent, for all I care you can keep your damn "turf" you want a war? come on, step up, you're gonna get it - I'll set you ablaze with hot beats and rhyme incineration and if you really were as gully as you proclaimed in your verses your ass would be on a bench awaiting incarceration.
Fuck incarceration, let insanity spark creation Start invasions, and let my fucking crew conquer nations The light erases whatever the dark embraces I roam the streets rockin black like the hearts of pagans It's bonkers ain't it? The way we metaphorically change And grow out of old beliefs that we swore we'd maintain And nothing's the same, everything's different, for shame In a world inspired by televisions and video games so on and so forth...
so forth and so on, til the break of dawn, i aint heard rhymes like this since that raekwon tape song, those who are headstrong are dead wrong, case in point, those who live long for MTVs sing song programmed material that infiltrates your interior, sit on your posterior and watch that inferior, crap called music, yet some abide by it, I gotta admit, I saw that "Shot at Love" pilot
your raps are weak spitin over a computer like a microsoft geek son, you don't tote guns or make number ones suit and tie, great job in the hood you better run haha my morning rap
heres one for you sketch hector \HEK-tur\, noun: 1. A bully. transitive verb: 1. To intimidate or harass in a blustering way; to bully. intransitive verb: 1. To play the bully; to bluster.
in the hood you better run cause g-fats acting like he got a gun, i dont tote guns, i smoke blunts, yapping how weak the rhymes are, im more worried bout how illegal my crimes are and how expensive the fines are, i havent been caught cause see ive been taught to make a plan without ending up in the back of a van, damaging walls with a can of matt black and dont forget the fat cap, put up some wack shit then ima have to cap it...
Sez says stuff, nkowing shits wack my rhymes like a verbal halocaust theyre on the attack we come out 950 deep, my words will put you at the botoom of the sea fuck blunts and guns sonnnn tits,clits and bonghits are the SHIT hahaha inebriation