with out shadows... life has no fine women, no bigger women you would NEVER take a dip in. without shadows... there's no definition to a chick, no reason to turn around and stare a little bit, without shadows... you can't see from far away, then you get to close, get slapped, she say stay away, without shadows... men don't have a reason to look, so by that time, the whole atmosphere is shook without shadows... there seems to be no meaning to strive, no reason to ring that chick and make her your wive. so i'd rather live in shadow.
that would actually be pretty deep if you didnt use the word bitch and talk about fat women. still nice tho.
tamp with evidence you really do suck in real life you have no flow and shitty rhymes, youd better just give up you may be good at typin your lil key styles, but im on to how you play i just watched you type this shit out, copy cut, and change the name you wait for people to post, diss on em, and try to get your E fame see, people are watching and im on to your fake ass game on this thread you act like you can spit, and you have people fooled its time for you to be schooled not by me cuz i know i suck, i just through people should know how you play and now...ill shut the fuck up. stop cheating tamp. EDIT* you deleated your post...hahah
ive been known to be a listless nitwit spitting explicit, then out on the streets im a fuckin misfit biznitch, did anyone ask about my bidness? no, but ill still put it on display every time you press the button for play radio waves crave my strange but i cant release it because then who's going to compete with and defeat it keep up with the lyrical equivalent of Satan with the face so many hate 'n, they all waiting to roll up, stroll up, come on thru to the strip my block, where im the only kid with a glock gripped im brainless, to the point i dont know what pain is but if you could see thru my eyes you'd see earthly planes shift cuz my worlds all twisted and contorted a misfortune that i cant keep up with proper proportions so i stay sordid, and keep other kids bleeding like abortions then before you die all the sounds get distorted absorb it, the gunshot causes a new orifice
Framin-It, my friend the one and only Clown Let me tell y'all how the shit went down So we were bored so I decided to drop a rhyme Since I can't do it on the mic, I typed out the line After two in here I moved to the diss cypher thread It was 3 A.M we were bout to crash and go to bed But I started typing out shit attacking the Mod Gesus Then I posted but Fonone had posted before so I deleted I cut my post, in case Gesus came back next for me to roast Honestly I'm not one to boast, I have no flow or delivery So I typed out a fresh new rhyme to put Fonone out of his misery You can't get rid of me, I need to practice on the mic more often So in the meanwhile new rhymes I type out you better be watchin Thanks to UnConscious and Gesus for giving that keystyle props I wanted to tell a story, earlier my boy got spotted by the cops Lost the clown's fucking mop, luckily he wasn't placed under arrest But more heat to you and me and a lot more fucking stress What will happen next...Only the one and only can guess
tamp with evidence you are truly gifted with this shit you come up with fresh new lines, now if you could olny spit we start to cipher at that chill spot, you remember that? we were talking about real shit, not wannabe gangsta shit like packin gats cuz me and you rhyme about shit thats happened, not fabricated lies that story bout the kid with his mop, thats our n1gga melt and me and you know the pain he felt now was really he shot? i guess thats how the story goes these people may never find out, so i guess who knows and you know whos mop that was, that was all me and ill make you a mop too, for just a small fee now im out for now, hit me back just remember one thing, i dont lie and thats a mater of fact.
i dont rap but im fkn bored so ... from the day i was born i had a fetish for death and guts torn from the womb my mother layed ther spreadin her muff they could tell by the stench i would grow up vile a son of a bitch ...gods glitch...strait from the fire....
ge and tastey, we pail an pasty ex dread headz better left for dead still depressed still no rest, nothing left ones gotta girl whos too old one got and ex thats too young both got that un denyable love, yet his pains yet to come... for what tis worth i hope it never does cas brotha... cas the pain of a broken heart brings nuffin but suffer
Word Framin-It be telling what the truth is It's 3:20 and I'm tired and a little ruthless Truthfully I'm embarrassed about my whole flow You heard me spit two or three lines, then I let it go It's hard for me to overcome one person or a crowd I feel like I can't speak in front of them so I don't get loud I like reading your shit because I know it's only the truth Now only if we could get our shit together and spit in the booth Who knows we could rhyme over those beats you put together We've freestyled in every kind of New England weather Tomorrow let's get together and spit over one of them beats Melt could burn it on a CD and we could bump that shit in the streets
'Traffic, traffic, Lookin' for my Chap Stick, Feelin' kinda carsick, There's a Ford Maverick...' See? Dat's a million-dollar song right dare.
word, me you and the rest of the gang we'll put a track together, just for fun, we need no fame we'll talk about real life shit and oh yeah melt? he all good, he needs no med kit hes alive and kickin in fact im there now, and the women still be bitchin but in the reals, bring your shit and your book of rhymes we'll have a dope track commin out in no time so hit us up and make it quick to keep us waiting, and dont be acting like a dick
5 times the change More the Man Step up to me... Not a good plan Gotta show a better way for the youth Cause like Guses and Hoer Im the Truth Where ever you live Where ever you at Tera put it down simple as that. Im not hate'in, ain't diss'in yo name No more drama from the vibe I brang *CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT!* Yo.......
i can feel the heat as my cock girth hits the increase gimmie sketch3's feet cause i'm about to skeet stained sheets and ice tea is a big treat dog shit cakes bend your ass over and shove it with a rake while smigel begins to bate dont hate my on my rhymes cause i'll just write more i got time ahah
Nice Fat. I feel the heat,I bring it too No worry thier enough for you My ryhmes get colder as i progress I rather progress than be worth less Flowin is how we come to gether Stop'in That is not a option Keep'in it fresh for the opresstion Keep in mind im not depressin Just keep in mind. I fuck with yo girl and best belive You'll be the one payin the find. (Lol its wack but hey lol.)
me an sketch3, rockin the rap threads knockin up heads, leaving them pregnant bitches dead our backpacks a bombing arsenal, skills are farcical like how g-fats graff is no less than laughable. dropping hot shit is all there is to it g gave rhymes a go, but predictably he blew it butchering english and losing his reputation building up deficits like he's an african nation so he better back track, 'fore he hits rock bottom unless sketch and i'll destroy him like the kingdom of sodom nah mate.... we aint fuckin aroun, g-fat ya better dip quick before we run ya outta town.... ya
your apparent "down under funk" is nothing short of bunk your lyrics are gonna get you put into a musical trunk snuffed out on the mic veggies rap skill is just like a kid learning to ride a bike G to the fat rhyme blazer related to dr. evil gonna zap beats with my LYRICAL LAZERRRRR yeediggg why you gotta hate veggie? give it up wanna be e-friends?