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whats up everyone... i usually do my rappin on other sites.. like wutang corp and methical... since i come here quite often, i might as well start one up... and if anybody wants to drop some hot shit or just wants to share some poetry, feel free... also feel free to tell me what you think unless you wanna be a jackass... enjoy!
yo, errrr, ho
i can't do this.....
just sit back and relax, buzz, there aint nothin to it..
say what you want, son, let your mind speak fluent..
this is only music, without the movement, without the beat..
you cant be truant, so go head with heat..
too afraid to speak? let me guide you thru my mazes...
and when were down, we'll see the world thru purple hazes..
not the greatest.. just a quick lil verse...
give me something to start with
no wait i got one,
when im blazin the haze it put me in a daze,
dont come to close to me when im high,
or i'll put you in the sky,
and you can say hi to your kitten
im just kiddin,
i rather be peaceful,
cause if your not your a fool,
but i gotta go,
before someone steals my dro
how was that
six thirty
i pet my little yellow birdy, ( whatttss upp pretty biiird)
turned on the tv
drinkin my sunny d,
fucking vh1
celebrity fun,
angelina jolie
i wanna stick it in your hole-y,
brad pitt got malaria
caused mass mysteria
b r b
i gotta pee (ohhhhhh)
this a flow dedicated to alll yall weed professionals/
smokin outta vegetables, greenleaf convention bowls/
still higher than a goodyear circulatin round the stadium/
resin stained finger paint colored in ya cranium/
so pass the assassin over here, time to get choked/
goddamn, i love this shit, go head mix the hash with the coke/
and watch the world float... hit the streets for the anecdote/
got a pipe in the coat, damn the weed fell out, lost hope/
oh wait a sec, is that the weed man? quick round up the caravan/
and we can coast all the way to maryland, dam the blunt burnt up my shiftin hand/
if we see blues and reds, take a left alright and another/
ill pull this shit over and run like a motherfucker/
we can meet up at central and spruce street/
tell junk roll up that looseleaf, ill produce that bic heat/
mental all stoned and rolled, flow like liquid buttered rolls/
just consumed another bowl... *cough cough... dam thats the kill/
jaw clenched thoughts will spill, hard pressed against my will/
head over to earl the pearls, get on that microphone shit/
rapman beat makin make my mind spit, hot like volcano lips/
heavy thoughts hold me down like anchored ships/
and now its time to take a rest, recharge up the battery/
clear out my chest so i can bless this site with more insanity...
the superbowl is gay
the superbowl is gay
superbowl
superbowl
the superbowl is gay
are you 50 cent's ghost writer?Quote:
Originally Posted by somebody someone
fuck you
alright... heres some shit i posted at another site.. wucorp.com...
my mental control the ocean, whole coast be warm frontin
in my stateside show promotion while i aint sayin nuttin.
and i aint convinced the jury could predict a vile mans actions
roam the streets to the yard ruthless people form in factions
and they be actin like micheal jackson turnin white from fear or a sword lashin
cats call me bomberman cuz my word blastin left your minds eye collapsin
in the early 90's you could find me puzzlin over nonfiction
and my lyrical orgys you couldnt fuck wit, no competitions
early stages of lunacy, middle school rhyme style diplomacy
4 lines to 8 lines, slowly holdin chrome moldin trees
i sip that potion at the first notion my boat keeps the ocean floatin
only here do i sing a verbal boastin, in person i lay low keep the baggies open
so when i get chiefed i release these unintelligable briefs
the wu's beats, keep me motivated to speak so freely
and i know i dont measure up
rhymes resemble clusterfucks
tension dropped liked acid dust
that ass gets bucked from slaps and stuff
and suddenly through the mist, there was answers/
clutched within my fist, i grasped cancer like the lips of a panther/
im dangerous like skydivin in a cloud of choppers/
sharpen minds paralyzin weak minds my words is plottin evil chapters/
so page by page the mic phone became a slave/
to the words i engrave till i get to chapter 8/
green funk wonderin, lookin for an anecdote/
my sickness spread quicker than a gallon root beer float/
while i dote on, rain drops my dome drenched wet protons/
and im heavier then ten big puns slathered up in wet rugs/
i eject slugs from the body my enemies shot at me/
i probably get probation for the way i execute so fastly...
go head wif your battle axe, thinkin you can match attacks
boy, ill split an eyelash, swift sword spit on tracks
head to head collisions, ya poison fell off in 2 divisions
my armor deflected missiles ya shot off ya mouth was whistlin
and im still here reppin, ill show ya ass half the passion
ima mad max, bring the thunder to ya dome
drug you up like mad hat, show yo blunders in my pome
yeah, its like a cyclone, tear you up in directions unknown
dance on ya, my mantis stance, prance depart ya
challenge author and youll end up blood on shiny armor
so take this and hope you never size up heavyweights
cuz when you do, all hope is lost, damn, im steady great...
never slept longer than 10, my words a perfect noose, man
diggin in the bin, harvest moons corrupt me wolf, man
silent night silos size up burnt down the pyros
sniff a nine ball, split eyeball freefall, in a wicked spiral
so unlatch my unmatched energy
study works of common metalurgy
then i melt ya mind to mine, like plastics reactin to intense burning
my styles a new wave of unwritten sonic hog hedgin
and i use multiple lines as form of scripted weapons
no time for half steppin, back stratch catch a blessin
for these rap cats, out here testin my rap profession
only new to the vocal chord, i lord, transport
ya surfboard to catch my tidal wave splatter heads out in gulfport
eat up bedpost headboards, knees rattle stretch more birf canals than a newborn
and im gone...
if this is pyscho rappin, then call me norman bates
hot shower action, busy stabbin all the fakes
who shake in my wake...
around my state.. we float like root beer till dawn then we sleep till 6 oclock,
lord whered it all go wrong,
too many hits off the bong, assasinated brain cells gone
still pimpin, these women love it when i gets to kicken
lines so fine sand blasted every rhyme lynchpin
shit call me the kingpin, holla at that green kid
holdin flamethrowers, smokin boulders tastin just like creamed squid
taste the crystals, blisters formed from holdin blowin pistols
where my mystical, lyrical, wicked individuals
usin appliance science visuals please respect the ritual
this just in, green be bustin.. eardrums and repercussions
crushin percussion drum bins
search for souls to swallow whole up
like whales eat the plankton whole up
quick,gets your hands up, hold up
stupid bitch wit the fanny pack
suicidal handicap, slapped wit my belt strap
loose gums tend to flap, lincoln logs will soon collapse
get your dogs, runteldat
you know, the ones you like to whistle at
doubt they ever come back
alright, new chapter, ima young clean bastard
ready to flash chapters, show your tits, ill autograph em
then sell them shits on ebay and collect a solid profit
while them titties collect dust im off gatherin knowledge
an emcee in training, though ill never sell 1 record
comin here, blades are sharpened often, leavin bodies for the stretchers
uh oh, did i confuse the thread with pyschotic style?
prolly piss off the next poster wit vile words compiled/
speakin of piss, let me dial in the nile/
leakin lizards, i drain the vein for awhile/
now im lost, where was I? oh yeah, i remember/
its september now, im foul as carcass in a maggot filled chamber/
apparantally, i taste danger like a creme puff/ squishy flavors clog ya heart pumps/
mack trucks couldnt transport my thoughts, they too heavy and delicate/
ah the hell wit it, im spellin it out with adjectives...
great, wonderful, demented, terrible, unbearable, horrendous /
shockin jocks off my block with flows so tremendous/
ideas pattern those locked upstate in rooms made of rubber/
every word i utter flow smoother than liquid butter/
now this expedition has reached its end/
my advice to you: dont try to comprehende...
i fight with blind eyes like van damme in bloodsport/
i clamp down and recite lines worthy of export/
ya breaths short, stress chords vocally ten fold/
my words carry hits like a student of ken-po/
and like my sifu, I see through, modern day people/
these aliens illegal, stabbed with a steeple
this is actual, contracts come back to smack at you/
blast thru, the vault door like harold at white castle/
my fist, swingin thunder, my voice strike lightning bolts/
cause a flash flood with tidal wave of vocal shining colts/
bullets the size of dewdrops increase to water balloons/
splatter ya mind mass, blast like bomb drafts under moons/
while im piercin inner sanctums with a rusty nail, deflatin/
your hopes and dreams faster than a soul is sold to satan/
im like a janitor the way I, clean up a rappers foulness/
they lucky i dont break my mop and stick up they crevice/
its the I.A., Invincible, hold all these cats responsible/
for the downfall of human values, so dislogical/
so apply the mathematical, study up on the generals/
and you too might find theres a light in the tunnel...
these are some raps i wrote in a thread called "kill the poster above you"..
they say a weapon and you use it to kill them...
w..brick..
we can build, or we can battle you'll get grilled/
your words are babble, ill wait on the roof until i have you/
sized up, line of sight got you, time to rise up/
tossin bricks like toothpicks brain matter splattered all over cement grinded up/
its not so bad with pavement bricks, stuck to ya skull an shit, your useless thoughts are now an imprint, on the sidewalk in front of your own apartment
w..spoon..
cooked up like coke on the block/
i got that spoon, you got the rock/
i sent aftershocks thru ya bread box/
mentally, i will bend you like kids in the matrix/
exhibit vivid patience like jail house waitin/
yeah, ill scoop out ya heart with a rusted metal shank/
soaked to bone in crank, you's a heartless fake/
so dont challenge the armor with silverware, beware/
or ill be forced to spear ya words wit sterling silver flair/
w..eight iron..
whether eight ironed, or wedged in the sand/
ima eagle amongst bogeys, theres no comparisons, man/
get me teed off, ill wont stroke ya in a fairway/
i might putt ya offa airplaines for invadin airwaves/
check the tiger, i aint lyin, get a face full of iron/
then check the stats im supplyin, pull an ace without tryin/
bottom line is, im the finest, since they put sand traps in/
jaw met iron, now jaw crumbled, collapsed in/
w...80' corvette..
aeyoo... butcher catch this reality, im drivin an '80 corvette/
my tonques a meat cleaver, carve insanity in ya forehead/
if i catch you on the turnpike, yo ass better take flight/
your runnin outta daylight, son couldnt stay bright/
hit you wif a bumper horsepower sound like thunder/
ill run yo ass over, then back over you, now you under/
my wheels and the chassis/
sent you back class, g, burnt rubber smells so nasty/
when mixed wif hair and flesh/ you shoulda never tryed to test/
the armor, hell bent to leave ya body a crumpled mess...
w..pez dispenser..
can a man commit murder usin only a plastic toy?
hell yeah he can.. usin poison pills to destroy..
while you were busy committin sin with a shoe born..
i was in the lab, mixin poison in a blue form...
i tell ya its a new flavor, one you must savor...
but i dont tell ya your gonna end up with worms for nextdoor neighbors...
i hear your dispensers got minnie mouse for a head..
thats nice... mines got an 8 inch blade instead...
and its retractable and collapsible... think i wont stab a fool?
gut you like a fish, make the whole yard laugh at you..
i think like a madman, dont get it confused..
I was born to Rule while you were Born to lose..
w..ham bone...
check this oct_blast, you might catch a hot flash/
your rotten paragraph, i wouldnt waste on pot ash/
so i sat back and laugh.. then boil ya brains to mush mush/
or like hannibal, i slice ya skull and feed it like peas smushed/
or maybe disect a sliced ham, remove bone from the flesh/
shove it down ya gullet so you dont digest the rest/
is that your best? i hope not, oct ya shit was chopped up and mopped up....
w...barb bush's pussy (some of the guys on the site throw some stupid weapons on the board...)
who got that, white shit, elastic prick, strong enough to manhandle?
vernakula, whiskey dick, quick to stick the loose cannon/
loose cannon? yeah barb bushs pussy wider than the grand canyon/
this cat so hooked, like a crack fiend, his mouth is so demandin/
puts his face between the lips, gives his bitch a sloppy kiss/
resembles grits, how fuck did vern swallow barbs clitoris?
with swiftness, this mans gift is the ability to cure arthritis/
so when i write this, vernukula buried his face deep in this white bitch/
contracted herpes, drank a slurpee and touched that shit like midas/
well, kids, thats all for now...
peace
haha the kill ya thread was good! I'm sure those wierd weapons must inspire very unique rhymes.
yeah... some people just post stupid weapons and its hard to try to kill them... but yeah it does end up bein unique...