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Bringin' mo' flow', fo sho though, befo' I retire
Gotta show hoes, so mo' kno, befo' I expire
Cock my fo' fo's, load ammo's, known as Prophecy: esquire
Wheel squeels, as I peel steel, wit MOMO wires, Low Pro' Tires
Roll tha endo, as most kno, lick some shots from up out my window
Mo' eyez, see drive-by's, cuz bullets fly up out my pistole
Now rollin' descrete, wit street heat: pumps fully loaded
Blow sweet, let tha bump beat, in my impala: candy coated
Eye's pealed, fo' po' po's who know someone's been killed
Feelin' so thowed, fo' tha Five-O's: 2 hands up on my steel
Bring da motha****in ruckus, much love to The RZA,
The division of this movement is why we're trapped like prison,
When the veil is ripped my visions is prolific, I'm gifted,
Your beliefs are superstitious, I base mine on time and scriptures,
Cuz only time will tell, without my written intent you're a misfit,
When I'm lifted, I transcend your wisdom,
When I'm down, I still clown on your crown,
Round 1, my rhymes forfeit your life,
You're a slave to society, workin 9 to 5's,
You see these eyes, glimpse into the heavenly divine,
Yo I'm grime, the reason you can't sleep at night,
The sun don't shine where I'm from,
And you wonder why there's nobody smilin...
Yo, I don't hear any players out there
did my caps in the title aleady give the scare
maybe you ladies all went to bed
left me hear all screwed in the head
wtf is wrong
do I need a gong
to get you ass' up
or should I pee in a cup
pour it on your head
spill it on your your mommys bed
cuz that's where you sleep
and don't say I peep
as I'm next door with you sister
smokin a blister
gettin her high
ready to fly
into my car
we won't go to far
so close one eye
and don't cry
she'll be back in a while
close to 8 mile.
Yo it hurts me, to watch Hip Hop die,
Notice how when I get down, it gets quiet,
The funeral, the cryin, seperate the livin from the dyin,
I'm tired, contemplate suicide over the Bible/
My **** is from the heart, I can only give so much,
And when I'm done, when the sharpness fades from my tongue,
The last breath comes from my lungs,
You still can't claim my dynasty, you lynched hung/
My seeds will sprout, grow teeth in their mouth/
Yo they bark gets louder, bite gets power/
Raised in the way of preservation of self,
When my health isn't well, and my wealth's in a cell/
My lil self will bury me... **** it turn me to an herb,
Smoke me up and learn all that I've heard/
Feel all I have touched, who I have touched with the gift,
My pen is more than equivalent to your weapons,
You wanna battle me, you're just an adolescent/
No contestin, I let you think you won/
One day, you'll cross paths with my son,
We'll see who's real, and who's the shook one/
ummm it's not very... rap like if you ask me. I'll put my stuff online then we'll see who can create beats (what program do you use?)Umm, im actually a Rap Artist, check it out, although i do everything, beats to orchestral pieces, http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?songs=240482&T=3105
http://www.myspace.com/rhoods
its a hobby, dont kill me
R-Dot-Yung
Ain't nothin stoppin me, all you haters be copyin' me
Prophecy tire of imitaters, letting you kno, that you aint droppin me
Poetically placin my paraphrases and text verses so gracefully
Ain't no participaters who can put it down so tastefully
Hastefully livin in Houston Texas
Listen and watch me wreck this
Stay protected wit a vest b**** incase you get in some plex s***
We relentless, and leavin you haters chestless if you vestless
Snatchin up yo necklass then get up and away off in our lexus
This topic is not going to go away until EVERYONE participates,
You cannot eliminate the extremist who demontrates/
Exercises his skill of exorcising the demons,
You call it treason, I call it fiendin for freedom,
You call him a heathen, but he's fam how could I leave em?,
Can you imagine blazin weed up,
Without gettin beat up, by the heat in a four-seata/
Two reserved for the criminal minded, and two for the righteous,
But I can't tell which is which, they both black as the night is,
I'd fight em, if I didn't have to dodge a 25 to lifah/
"For what?"
The president declared me a national threat,
How can he say that when he's a GLOBAL bringer of death/
Public Enemy Numba 2, Chuck D is numba 1,
For the ignorant and dumb, my love is none,
Why do think you're a man cuz you're holdin a gun?/
I stop bullets with my verbal weaponry,
Feds inspectin me, try disectin me,
You're insects to me, born from a botched vesectomy/
My arsenal, contains the vocabulary of a scholar,
And the bombs of a squad of Islamic martyrs/
Oh is that you singing cuz if so you should battle a couple of my good fiends are real rappers including my brother. 7-sided dice (E2J) , Vendetta, and many others. My brother is something like Ice pheonix...Umm, im actually a Rap Artist, check it out, although i do everything, beats to orchestral pieces, http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?songs=240482&T=3105
http://www.myspace.com/rhoods
its a hobby, dont kill me
R-Dot-Yung
[QUOTE="R-Dot-Yung"]ummm it's not very... rap like if you ask me. I'll put my stuff online then we'll see who can create beats (what program do you use?)Umm, im actually a Rap Artist, check it out, although i do everything, beats to orchestral pieces, http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?songs=240482&T=3105
http://www.myspace.com/rhoods
its a hobby, dont kill me
firemonkey098
Yo I rap for real too, I produce, write, rap and basically am the centerpiece of a neighborhood rap crew.
Been producing for almost four years, Writing and rapping since Middle School (don't remember exactly when I started)
haha i freestyled that .. i typed it down as fast as i could. thats why it kinda sucks..Headz_Upall of my "stuff" is 100 percent freestyled I smoke too much dope to remember 3 minutes ago.
Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orang juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think sow I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop and yelled my name out I ain't trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel AirDarkside5675
Biter....
Da gaming gangsta! Watch out! He'll turn on god mode an fill yo azz wit unlimited lead.Bringin' mo' flow', fo sho though, befo' I retire
Gotta show hoes, so mo' kno, befo' I expire
Cock my fo' fo's, load ammo's, known as Prophecy: esquire
Wheel squeels, as I peel steel, wit MOMO wires, Low Pro' Tires
Roll tha endo, as most kno, lick some shots from up out my window
Mo' eyez, see drive-by's, cuz bullets fly up out my pistole
Now rollin' descrete, wit street heat: pumps fully loaded
Blow sweet, let tha bump beat, in my impala: candy coated
Eye's pealed, fo' po' po's who know someone's been killed
Feelin' so thowed, fo' tha Five-O's: 2 hands up on my steel
Headz_Up
[QUOTE="Headz_Up"]Da gaming gangsta! Watch out! He'll turn on god mode an fill yo azz wit unlimited lead.Bringin' mo' flow', fo sho though, befo' I retire
Gotta show hoes, so mo' kno, befo' I expire
Cock my fo' fo's, load ammo's, known as Prophecy: esquire
Wheel squeels, as I peel steel, wit MOMO wires, Low Pro' Tires
Roll tha endo, as most kno, lick some shots from up out my window
Mo' eyez, see drive-by's, cuz bullets fly up out my pistole
Now rollin' descrete, wit street heat: pumps fully loaded
Blow sweet, let tha bump beat, in my impala: candy coated
Eye's pealed, fo' po' po's who know someone's been killed
Feelin' so thowed, fo' tha Five-O's: 2 hands up on my steel
tequilasunriser
lol
Yo, people think cuz I rock the Hip-Hop ****,
That my knowledge is synonymous with criminologist,
I don't got a scholarship, live in impoverishment,
But I'm prominent, my prospects are promisin/
I have to do this, make revolution music,
Rap in the clubs is the cover up for my movements,
The confusion is losin em, I'm tyin and noosin em,
Get loose in the Tims, the foolish lose their limbs/
You sacrifice the pawn, to take down the king,
It's a beautiful thing, my swords sings,
As I practice with all FIVE of MUSASHI's RINGS,
****Â bling, my shine unsheathes like *CHING*
[QUOTE="Headz_Up"]Da gaming gangsta! Watch out! He'll turn on god mode an fill yo azz wit unlimited lead. lol im not a gangsta.. it's just entertainmentBringin' mo' flow', fo sho though, befo' I retire
Gotta show hoes, so mo' kno, befo' I expire
Cock my fo' fo's, load ammo's, known as Prophecy: esquire
Wheel squeels, as I peel steel, wit MOMO wires, Low Pro' Tires
Roll tha endo, as most kno, lick some shots from up out my window
Mo' eyez, see drive-by's, cuz bullets fly up out my pistole
Now rollin' descrete, wit street heat: pumps fully loaded
Blow sweet, let tha bump beat, in my impala: candy coated
Eye's pealed, fo' po' po's who know someone's been killed
Feelin' so thowed, fo' tha Five-O's: 2 hands up on my steel
tequilasunriser
Wow, thats pretty good :DBring da motha****in ruckus, much love to The RZA,
The division of this movement is why we're trapped like prison,
When the veil is ripped my visions is prolific, I'm gifted,
Your beliefs are superstitious, I base mine on time and scriptures,
Cuz only time will tell, without my written intent you're a misfit,
When I'm lifted, I transcend your wisdom,
When I'm down, I still clown on your crown,
Round 1, my rhymes forfeit your life,
You're a slave to society, workin 9 to 5's,
You see these eyes, glimpse into the heavenly divine,
Yo I'm grime, the reason you can't sleep at night,
The sun don't shine where I'm from,
And you wonder why there's nobody smilin...
SunJian18
[QUOTE="SunJian18"][QUOTE="htotheo"]dude u think your so good go to scribble jam until then dont bother everybody.htotheo
Who? And what is scribble jam?
Oh, I'm assuming it's text battles?
Really, text battles are whack, I'm just bored and I'm going to pick out a couple lines that I liked and probably use them to contribute to some songs in my rhymebook.
You like Cunninlynguists? I got the album in your ava it's pretty dope.
[QUOTE="htotheo"][QUOTE="SunJian18"][QUOTE="htotheo"]dude u think your so good go to scribble jam until then dont bother everybody.SunJian18
Who? And what is scribble jam?
Oh, I'm assuming it's text battles?
Really, text battles are whack, I'm just bored and I'm going to pick out a couple lines that I liked and probably use them to contribute to some songs in my rhymebook.
You like Cunninlynguists? I got the album in your ava it's pretty dope.
yo yo yo im so crazy, bringin' tha voodoo
is that a turd in my pants cause im smellin' tha doodoo
im gonna put yo momma in a headlock you cant stop tha best rappa since pac or biggie
hey dont you think i fo'got bout yo sista im gonna take her to tha hizzy
we're gonna play yahtzee ill have her home by 1030
word.
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