freestylers

wasted....spaced...and

Lil Wayne Hustler Music in the backgroud

They already know, They already know
shit, gettin lifted above surface man

blasted came to class like i was a master
cats looked at my blazed ass like a bastard
take five, i stay alive in a city that eats its self alive
to high, ridin by, don't even say hi, cops drive by
always busy why, they bustin heads like city drive bys
i dont know why, but i keep my head held to high
even when shits to seems to raw to cook right
i be a crooked crook for making money when its tight
walk the tight rope with my life on the line
everytime i drop a dime, lyrics to a verse
i burst with the worst to feel cursed
masacar the best so i get another stripe on my chest
never rest, sleeps to close to death, eyes wide
looking at a bigger picture while i ride with a weak ride
thinking that everything just might seem alright
i dont know why, maybe its my passion for when i die
with at least a half a million to treat my daughter right
so she can see the sunlight, see the ocean and the coast line
take pictures that I never could even believe to see in my life
with a smile on her face, married with a family happly tied together
she knows its better even then though i cant be there forever

yeah you guessed i might hit the yellow bus, use to ride the yellow bus,
you guessed it , i am retarded
nope dont got em all, not a problem not at all. to plot on yall you see

im done for the night hah

Whoa i shouldn't even be going for more, but sure why not im wasted.

Rick Ross - Chevy Riding High

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
In my city on the low you can get that blow
that blow your mind outta control lost yo soul
no where to be found, roaming around your town
looking for a fight, but you cant throw a fist
one punch to your shit...sir good night
I might feel right once i light this blunt thats rolled tight
to tight for me to hit aint that some shit,
i called my bitch, but shes to busy fucking some other dick
i slit my wrist just to find a balance, but i remembered i contain no talnet
so i figured i branch like a ballad, but i lost my madlibs, or maybe my adlibs
either way i contain no metaphors so my vocals are worse then before
but i forgot to close the door so my nouns werent spokin out loud
i drowned in my own sorrow but i thought i gotta return a car i borrowed
so i drove drunk until i saw a fat ass like j lo and drove into a tree trunk
to busy staring now my acholol level is blaring, and cops see my dro glarin
out the coner of my pocket, i knew i should of socked it,
but i thought a chick was in the passenger seat,
could of swore she was about to suck my pee pee
maybe that was the porno flick i saw last week,
either way the cops havent blinked, i think im deeper then a boat that sinks
he begins to speak, sir do you understand you crashed into a tree?
no i musta missed the sign cause this chick was about to become mine
he said sir are you sure youre alright? I think you need to breath in my test tube, and if you dont pass a dui will become wrote up in front of you
oooo ooo you sir are mister big and bad i bet you brag to your dad
about how you grew up to be a cop and a fat ass wann be buff lad
.....
yeah im done, its suppose to be funny or something, forgive me in the morning :thumbsup:

mista sippi just too hot
i bust two blocks
serve two rocks
then run from two cops
i'm on feet like tube socks
rollin 22s on the coupe with no roof top
who hot?
you not,
you flopped
dude stop
cubed rocks
in my new watch
make you watch
my blue drop
got huge chops
come thru pops
get ya crew shot
cuz truth is mayne
you soft as titties in tube tops

OK, I'm stoned and in the mood to do a quick keystyle. Here goes:

They say I'm more mysterious than an LSD experience/
I'll make you feel delirious with a twisted sense of eerieness/
It's best to not approach me, it's known I'm very looney/
I'll have you fearin' me like I just stepped out of a scary movie/
when compared to Samara, my style is much meaner/
I'll take form from the soundwaves out of your stereo speakers/
this world has been in trouble since my mic was set ablaze/
'Cause I'mma murder you all, but I won't give you seven days/
this rap master can't stop, I'm hittin' tracks faster than jocks/
get hit with the speed of light when this rap battlin' drops/
I'll make your back shatter and flop from all the smacks, tackles, and drops/
that they call you "Rice Krispies" from all the "snaps, crackles, and pops"/

YO YO YO, CH CH CHILLIN IN THE SNOW, EVERYTHINGS COLD XCEPT THIS FIRE ON THE BOWL,
I WANNA SPARK UP AND GET, GET SOO HI, BUT I CANT BECASE THE TEST WITH THE PISS DONT LIE,
BUT I WONT LIE, IF THIS SHIT HAPPENS, I WONT DIE, ILL JUST GET HIGH AND BLOW THIS SHIT RGHT DOWN THE DRAIN JUST LIKE THE ASH IN THE BONG CUZ IT CAUSE MUCH PAIN,
PAIN CUZ THE CELLS ARE DESTROYED IN THE BRAIN FROM THE MARIJUANA SMOKE THAT I BREATHE ALL DAY,
I BREATHE ALL DAY AND I BREATHE ALL NIGHT AS I PUFF ON THIS BLUNT THAT SHOULD SHOW ME THE LIGHT,
IT SHOWS ME THE LIGHT AS IT SHOW ME THE DARK, BUT THE TRUTH IS ME AND MARY JANE WILL NEVER BE APART,
NEVER BE APART LIKE THE BULLETS AND THE CLIP THATS INSIDE OF THE GUN THATS ON SIDE OF MY HIP,
WHEN IM AN OLD OLD MAN NEAR THE END OF MY DAYS, THERES ONLY ONE GUARANTEE ILL STILL BE PUFFIN ON THIS HAZE,
im lookin weird at this dude cuz hes talkin to me rude, im beat him up with my rhymes cuz they sound so crude,
i drag him on the floor and then i toss him out the door, i use the money from his wallet so i can pay for my hore,
run a couple blocks bein chased by the cops, intent to sell charge cuz i sold a couple rocks,
i dont give a fuck might as well stick them up but i dont instead i kill them then i quickly cover up,
i love mary jane cuz she take away the pain from the every day thoughts that get piled in my brain,
snort a couple lines take a hit from this bong and i promise youl be fucked by the end of this song.

RoAcH, "up and coming famous rap artist"

mista back one more time
just to spit some wicked rhymes
this here is off tha mind
in jackson you could find
me chillin grippin pine
i'm out here on tha grind
cuz mayne we gotta shine
leather seats recline
under that there be a nine
that'll leave ya with no spine
i'm so high i might be flyin
thru the sky in it's sublime
everybody hate me, but mayne i'm feelin fine
test me if ya blind
you see i'll leave ya mama cryin
askin why her childrens dyin
CUZ THEY FUCKIN WITH A TRUE PIMP WHO JUST AIN'T GOT THE TIME

you burnin the mids when i'm fuckin with da lights mane//
flippin bags for cash, like fuckin with da dice game//

dont think im a nice mane// be feelin on a knife mane//
burn me, ill leave ya wetter then ya wife can//

i dont need a strap cuz i talk shit in dey face//
even if they got a gat, they tuck it in dey waist//

gimmie a year, ill be 16, hottest whip in town//
hand me the blunt, show ya how to rip it down//

eyes a lil chinky, room gettin stinky//
smallest nug i got bout the size of my pinky//

fuck the haters, they just jelous for tha dough homie//
yappin all this shit, but they really dont know me//

no strap needed, cuz no cat heated//
you roll with stiff chicks, no lap treated//


Just a little something I typed randomly...

this thread died
lemme brang it back
clean red ride
i be swangin n a lac
brain be fried
from rollin up a sack
stay red eyed
and playa that be fact
you can't hide
when i be on attack
keep foe-fives
i hope that u be strapped
ain't no lies
leave ya noggin in ya lap
souf on tha rise
so how you love that?
dem birds fly,
cuz playas gotta stack
flip them pies
some people call it crack
check my ties
i be known up in tha jack
sells and buys
you gotta stay on track
listen to the wise
and always keep a gat
keep your eyes on tha prize
and yo feet planted flat

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Originally Posted by Kwali

Another for the hip-hop heads, I haven't finished them just started them today

Arouse afternoon Attacking assholes at amies aim a aggresive arsenal at arrogant actors aint a agreement
Big Basement bangin beats boss breaks back breakers brain bankers
Carry corpses capture cunts crush cocky captains
Devilish dancing dykes dick dodgers dumb dudes dont dismiss
Exceptions evolved enter executions
Fuck fansy fashion fabio faggots forming foundations
Gun guluable goofy
Homos hopesly hesitent
I Insult insecure insane isolated intellegence
Jab jaded joggers jacking jawls
Keep killing kegs kindly kidnap kinky knobslobers
Like lonely loose ladys love luxury lush loyal ladys
Manned more massive mountains make management moves
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papoose already did one like that wit DJ Kay Slay "Alphabetical slaughter" (p.s. and his actually rhymed)

Alert, assassins at-large allegedly//
Automatic artillery, angrily aimed an agressively//
Accurate AK's angled always//
Adversaries afraid as active ammunitions abbraise//
Accumulated an alias after arrested//
Accompanied armed accessory, as an adolescent//
then bc etc.
Dominatin, devoted deala, devastatin//
Determination demonstratin, devine dedication//
Debatin drug deals, demandin dope distributin//
Definitely dividin double-digit dolla dividends//
Drama declarin demolishin domain dozer//
Directin dumb-dumbs doin dummies dirty disarmin Dojos//
Estimatin earnings enlargin economically//
Equally educatin each exercisin equality//
Eliminatin, expirin enemies, eradicatin//
Erasin evidence, every element evacuatin//
Fake fraud faggots frontin for fame, fleein from flames//
Firin full-fledged four-fours forcin flesh from frames//
Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully//
Fuck five felonies, furiously fightin for freedom fatally//
Frigidy, frantic fightin Feds feelin fearful//
Finacially fortunate, flippin figures from fifty-fifty//
Naturally negative, Notorious, Naughty Nature//
Nasty New York nigga, narcotic negotiator//

i only put the letters i really liked tho u guys gotta get the song

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Originally Posted by Lethal G

OK, I'm stoned and in the mood to do a quick keystyle. Here goes:

They say I'm more mysterious than an LSD experience/
I'll make you feel delirious with a twisted sense of eerieness/
It's best to not approach me, it's known I'm very looney/
I'll have you fearin' me like I just stepped out of a scary movie/
when compared to Samara, my style is much meaner/
I'll take form from the soundwaves out of your stereo speakers/
this world has been in trouble since my mic was set ablaze/
'Cause I'mma murder you all, but I won't give you seven days/
this rap master can't stop, I'm hittin' tracks faster than jocks/
get hit with the speed of light when this rap battlin' drops/
I'll make your back shatter and flop from all the smacks, tackles, and drops/
that they call you "Rice Krispies" from all the "snaps, crackles, and pops"/

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this was the only 1 that was worth readin:) i liked it something like the shit i would write nice flow & rhymes scheme etc. lets start a new thread for only shit thats dope

p.s. that last line was fuckin hot if it was a female i'd hit it