i know there are a couple of peeps on these forums that spit. let's get a thread goin wif some flows. anybody wanna try to take my crown? it's so hard bein the king.
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i know there are a couple of peeps on these forums that spit. let's get a thread goin wif some flows. anybody wanna try to take my crown? it's so hard bein the king.
ill have to smoke a couple bowls first...
you wanna here a flow... ill try... im supposed to be spitten a flow and rhymen about hoes but you dont even know how it goezz... OOOOOOO lol that was gay as fuck..
lol 2morrow I will 4 the hell of it.. I write raps all the time, n make beats n rap 2 them.. dont record the shit tho
alright....off the top
Touched land, oh my mutherfucking god damn,
burned the cross but not with the clan
agaisnt the grain of every religion
like dyke bitches finger fucking their pussy
trying to make up for the absenses of dick
smash face structures like buildings collapsing
inside communitys considerd lackluster
middle finger a pastor, no actor
no script this isnt some waterdown so so def bullshit
characters claim they can aim a pistol
but fire off misscalucated like u.s missles
cause a ripple bigger then a atmoic bomb
burn a communist foundation trigger off a alarm
thats more dangerous then dropping your newborn
nasty flow, like foreign woman eating shit for doe
post it on the internet like men in front of mirrors
naked holding a camera for myspace
you internet pimps are sweeter then the bakers cake
i been at it, and thats before gays marched holding hands
i part your plans be smart and shit on your fans
for being stupid enough to feel you, retarted fucks
har har not to shabby but then again im best in the early hours ill do another while im stoned :pimp:
keep my game thick so my dicks catchy like fish bait
fuck more hoes then teen suicide rate
cant catch me inna holding hands romantic story
consider them inventory and stock them in the morning
aint my shorty, cause she surely servin other germs
no dinner, no dates, they quickly start to learn
smooth when money you dont burn and pussy you still earn
take your time, cause soon it'll spoil and turn
be sure in those moments to wrap so you aint get burned
keep your cash under your shoesouls
for when she treasure hunts your pant holes
so you dont wake up the next morning alone and broke
no joke, even shoesoul your dope hidden from the po-po
keep a eye on her other hoes, cause them other hoes
will be the ones to go low and blow after shes nomow
god damn, im just getting started to plan
off the top im nastier then dudes fucking girls in their ass
pissing inside giving them colon infections
car crashes in intersections leaving brains splashed
coke liters get twisted and poured to remove your mash
snatch your stash mix it down smoke the whole pound
zombie movement plastered mind state while i roam town
screamin out loud, poundin my mound, foamin from the mouth
telling kids dont make a sound!
aiight lemme see what we can do for yall
off the dome i go harder
like weezy i'm tha carter
haulin shit cross the border
so come place ya order
from jacktown ta florda
from bricks down ta quarters
cut licks like some barbers
cuz we be the largest
supply of the harderst
hard that you target
money i harvest
and then i go guard it
i ball regardless
of haters who harmless
i'll leave em armless
wif blood on they garmets
sting em like hornets
when i bring em the carnage
my flow be the smartest
while yos is just garbage
fuck with me you retarded
you'll be quickly discarded
so just don't get me started
or they'll have to pause it...........
to give a moment of peace
for the dearly departed.
being fond of rhymin, im certainly appreciatinQuote:
Originally Posted by Mista Sippi
these rhymin skills you be displayin
always a pleasure to the mind, like a tigglin
followin these lines written in such thought-out margins
it's bumpin man, you do it for fun and playin?
or you serious about that thought-sprayin?
cuz you got talent my friend, you make reading
these verses sound like you can be spittin
non stop and keep it flowin, smooth as margarin
gotta make it spin for the ones scared of opening
their mouth for our listening, yo we aint judging
dont be shy and holdin', back on a fabulous track recording.
I hate these fucking faggets who bash on weed
they always say weed fuels all greed
its bullshit and your retarded if you think so
then your one motherfuck whos bout to take a blow
to the back of the neck from my fuckin 12 gauge
im engaged and insane these faggots make me enraged
talk shit all they want those motherfucking hypocrits
let me tell you something im getting real tired of this shit
my words are like a bullet goin into yo head
after im done spittin all you bitches will end up dead
im insane Ill put holes in your brain and ill make sure you feel pain
never will this rule of torture end from my reign
your a loser who thinks there real fucking hot
come talk shit Ill rip you up on the spot
Im the king and your a fucking peasent
and watching you dangling from a noose is so pleasent
Im a fucking lunatic, tie a rope to a brick
swing it at your head then rip off your fucking dick
little eric wasnt even as half insane as i am
ida blown up columbine worse then an afgan
but im nice once you get to know me
if you dont wanna then fuck you and blow me
this is dedicated to all them faggots who think that
there hot shit and try to step on us all like mats
Pop off eye locked on candy song
she already gone, aint cock blockin
perfume strong in the room
lookin straight in my view
tellin me things she likes to do
true maybe freak daily puffin weed
like to set for sea but cant leave
her man wouldnt let it be
strapped to mats trapped in her lack...
of courage repeating same hurdles
while she learns from the same mistakes never
invested with hurt and self murder
complicated when she drops them quarters
to call her mother in georgia
to burden her problems on another person
about how she servin at irvins
curly frys greasy pies
and gets hit on by sleezy guys
sometimes she gets caught in their eyes
lust filled with lies denines the signs
fucks with her mind fucks with mine
listing to this bitch rant and whine
might migh i could make her my...
one night try and stick with the style
and nail it down like a roofing tile
but imma improvise for a while
no gimmicks spit straight strict slick shit
watch her jump with it drinkin liquid dope in big bits
Another for the hip-hop heads
cold hearted and ripped upon
torso tore lost soul mind gone
newport lungs blood of my own
son unborn seed never birthed
corrupted times for growing spirts
devils surface deamons playground
flame reign chained to wound bound
sentences repeat same textures
foundations built with same structures
communitcations get lost before spoke
relations carry on the same tight rope
snap at a pull tear at a tug rip at a question
repeating the same mistakes with different suggestions
best with hard lessons better off with mental perscriptions
bitin lip sweat drips waiting for the invisible script
ridiculis grip antiapating the finished ending
sending different vibes bending difficult lies
zoned alone chain smoking looking for a view
blood pumping spokin words construe my own taboos
renewed until i pursue spoiled memories overdue
catch clarity when conditions have prosperity
but surroundings barly carrying a rarity
surfaced been scrated multiple times by multiple lifes
shadows everywhere but are concealed like knifes
characters keep pushing that bullshit common saying why try
and i ask them why stay alive? poison thatll have you die
burdens get squashed before they become a problem
skulls been infested by to many scars for more to solve em
bent walkin the same routes telling women to open their mouths
hate a non talking brain lacking bitch acting girly around
and if she is... shut your mouth and walk around my route
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
N
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Also under the pen
Crazy lady arms to tangly
buggin out trying to straight tame me
to many calls from your phone
no answers get me 10 voicemails
cracked windshield, key scrapes
and kicked in front doors
when i dont call back
thats when you fuss and do that act
repeat the same shit
"baby why cant we always be in the same places"
"baby why cant i sleep to the sound of your voices"
"baby why cant i see you are you out cheating"
"baby why cant you just stay on the phone with me"
crazy bitch give me a heart attack
addreline rushes like a rock of crack
and when you aint questioning
you giving me mixed messages
random like acid actions
"baby im sorry for earlier i was in a bad mood"
"baby im not stupid i know you werent with your dudes"
"baby im so in love with you i want be together"
"baby im tired of your act change it for the better"
hard time for passion
when our personalitys keep clashin
never know what you askin
and be damnd if i care anymore
no matter how smooth you play your words
"baby I swear i can change just give me a chance"
"baby I can make it work even if it looks bad at glance"
"baby I will do anything for you, your my world"
"baby I will never leave, your stuck with me as your girl"
Play the past card way to much
talking about all the memories and such
pulling out pictures and calling me out
being all slow to clear out my house
"baby remember when we first were to together"
"baby remember when we had sex in the rainy weather"
"baby remember when we use to never fuss and fight"
"baby remember when we use to think everything would be alright"
aiight, let's go for round 2....
flippin chickens like trapeeze
please, i'll sieze yo trees wif ease
believe me we gone get to see
if you trill or you just weak
flick you fleas and leave
or stick and stang you like some bees
geez the cheese that you recieved
put my rees into ya teeth
beat ya till ya bleed
heat'll be up on ya knees
brains stain my tees
MAYNE I'LL SHOOT YA IF YA SNEEZE
these fees is free if ya always keep a piece
if ya slippin plea and flee
or get ripped up in tha breeze
mississippi what i want
mississippi what i need
what i eat and what i breathe
when i'm awake or i'm asleep
from the west to the east
mayne through rain snow and sleet
MISSISSIPPI WHERE I BE
I put the clip in and cock it back
all over a cannabis 3.5 gram sack
Im a lunatic and shoot without warning
and you better watch out for my friends luring
you into my grasp take my gat and beat your ass
take a bat and unleash it upon your head
1..2..3.. hits and mothafucka you dead
you upset me with this nonsense
nonsense violence is the prosporus
emotion we seize control of the oceans
til we own the entire world and keep boastin
im the original but no where can see it
you cant see it but your ears bleed when I spit
your full of shit go die and now im done
but ill make sure u die just like the sun
i'm just buck fuckin wyld
the thowdest cracka you'll meet
untill the day that i die, i'll
keep my ear to the streets
keep my eyes on tha prize
10 toes tall till six feet
hey mayne you slippin like slides
stand up i'm takin yo seat
my face stay disguised
but this ain't no trick or no treat
24s when i ride
rims big as midgets in cleets
if pimpin applies
i'm the king can't be beat
believe me fakers have tried
all just fall in defeat
i'm livin no lies
prove tha truth that ya seek
mayne fools is losin they lives
thanks to thankin i'm weak
flippin chickens i buy
like 10 tricks flippin a freak
sip spit and get high
split swishas and twistin sweets
move the fuck on aside
my pimpin simply elite
so go on quick run and hide
cuz mayne i'm brangin that heat
creeping thru the night air I come out of my lair, off the electric chair
sparks in my hair I track down my share of the pie and I don't share!
you see that glare in my eye it's the core of my flair, flying in high-air
blasting you off with telepathic flares, I know it's unfair I do magic
and I'm aware it's not logic, poetic genius emerging from lysergic
acids hectically modifying the mind state rendering it heretic
chaotic mother fucking catastrophic, mixing datura and amanita
makes for hell-a, va-trip add some cheebah and do the erotica
with the soul already in hell can't be a sinnah, nothing stopping ya
from throwin' shotgun shells without a single emotion felt
suck on every single blood cell without saying farewell now dwell
ponder on the matter you infidel, your shell's been cracked dealt
purchased myself another cold spell, when the shit's being sold
the load implodes and it ends up in your nose, from then on its gold
n' acapulco in a prerolled blunt I unfold, behold the metaphor thats being told
its no joke, its not fun to poke life with the smoke coming from the coke
invading your dome 'til you choke, letting it soak in your skull like a bloke
fun and games 'til someone starts to provoke, I leave 'em crucified on poison oak
pushin dope attracts characters in strange cloaks, always taking chances
always thinking in advance never afraid of death romance, in a trance
I put my enemy before stabbing with the lance and do my war dance
I'll enhance your finance if good vibes flow but most likely no so
let me blow your fiance's head with a blow from the desert eagle's instant KO
she's always been a hoe dont ruin the show you know im a foe layin low
traveling with the crows always on the go for more snow profits
call me a prophet or a get rich quick, split it and get lit thats it
quit braggin' i'm back to the summit it's legit now all I need is a slit.
battle any style any race
you beeting me's like billy crystal playing scarface
cant see it
blind to the eyes
pop up in ur face ooh pow surprise
ooooooooooohhhhhhhh
G unit
haha i love chapels show
BITCH i soak up syrup like egos
stack my money like legos
got sauce like some prego
you heard what i said hoe?
i kill em with lyrics
they shit when they hear it
straight scary like spirits
they can't help but to fear it
they know i'm the truth
when i step in the booth
don't see the proof
imma knock out ya toof
this is all off the dome
done got in my zone
all you bitches get gone
or get hit wit the chrome
i ain't sayin i'm gangsta
or claimin no click
so internet wangstas
go on hop off my dick
say what you will
and claim what you can
but truth is, i'm trill
and truly the man
i don't sell no drugs
i don't ride big rims
i do hang with thugs
and i do pimp my pen
i ain't killed nobody
i ain't neva snitch
i have shot somebody
and i have hit a bitch
i do smoke on ganja
and i do spit fiya
i don't drive a honda
and that ain't no liya
so who next in line?
come on step right up.
i'll rip out your spine
and then i'll light up.
unfuckwiddable
i shit hot fire
stop hold up listen up hoes
its about time for Frozen to flow
so here it goes you can pay your dues
by given me joints QPs and brews
so i can chill on the porch maaan
not given a fuck with a blunt in my hand
pull out and crack my tall can
loadin up the peice with gram after gram
this aint no sham this shits for real
so cop this sack with a 20 dolla bill
20 like the rims on my caddy seville
one hand on my blunt and the other on the wheel
see me rollin up ya block
you hear the subs and they make your chair rock
i got 12 10s and 2 15s systems bomb as hell you know what i mean
and i got a gazillion amplifiers
rollin on blades with the run flat tires
everyones scared to step to me
cuz i spit bomb lyrics and smoke bomb ass weed
ask anyone i puff purple all day
look in my sack and the haze looks glazed
when you see me up in the club
please remember its the girls that i love
dont take your eyes of yours cuz im a mack
gonna make your girl dance like roger and zap
dont spit against me cuz im lyricaly strapped
i spit lyrical bullets that getcha lyrically capped
:smokin:
Tha king mista sippi back in here one mo time with another off the mind
freestyle, check this shit out.
Mista Sippi keep it trill
like a hundid dolla bill
see me grippin on tha steel
while i'm workin wood wheel
pop a damn seal
hope my syrup don't spill
playa can you feel
all the tracks that i kill
try me and you die see
mista sippi keep it real
catch me in the trap
in tha middle of the jack
with a strap up on my lap
and a boppa in the back
mayne you know i'm sippin sap
4s tippin on the lac
trunk pop on savahnna and close in iraq
all about my bidness
i spit it wif tha sickness
leave some snitches in some ditches
and we ain't leave no witness
go and buy the blow
take it back and cook it slow
let all the junkies know
and then you rollin in the dough
keep it on the low
hope the folks don't show
cuz if them crackas catch you slippiin
you gotta fuckin go
holla at a hoe
thow a dolla on tha flo
i'm a balla thats 4 sho
i bet i get her thoat
said when she saw me ridin vogue
gotta hotta than a stove
she said i'm really feelin those
and needa see what i do it fo
i tell her that's fo sho
but i ain't trickin on no hoe
touch my doh oh hoe no
so my flow is blow foe blow
and colder than some snow
yo the nolia oh so thowed
tried to told ya now ya know
mista sippi flow is pro
so any hoe wanna go
i promise you'll go slow
ehhh, ill drop somethin..
fuck talkin behind backs, that a haters-choice//
throw mausberg shells deeper then vadors-voice//
dudes on a block where ya slang rock to live//
hoes on a clock where they bang cock to live//
your head leak liquid till your body get-it//
leave your hood in dread like a tsunami-hit-it//
boys keep talkin till the luger-jumpin//
got so many gats fred krugar-duckin'//
hahah, not sure if any of you understand the meta's and multies but it shows potential if you understand it.
you oughtta get some instrumentals on ur computer to rhyme to. helps to keep it organized ya know.
here's one to big poppa by biggie.
whether it's crispy or it's soft
i'm a bout let it off,
start it off slow, but
Lo behold!
I blast off.
Ima Master,
Campactor,
of the words ya heard
Me slur that u were
quickly running after.
Manufacture fiends that
that u'd of hafta seen,
to believe me cuz
I deliver em dreams.
once was an icon,
once,
once was on top of his game
but bit the dust.
One must
persevere to maintain
these days things just
never stay the same
in this paid game.
if u wanna do it big,
then say it loud
rattle rhymes offa ya chest
in front of crowds.
u gotta amount
to something more
than the miniscule
ridiculed hopes ur rappin for.
don't get that wrong:
keep ya dreams,
just keep in mind couple
of these things.
even when the pot seems hot,
starts to simmer,
the cookin seems done and
ya ready for a dinner,
don't provoke ya hopes
cause in a minute they'll turn
to steam and be out like smoke.
but if ya never choke
hold tight, if ya position's steady then
get ready u just might
reach the limelight.
rhyme tight, n stick ur slurs
n that's my advice now
let me your urs.
herbal medication
brings meditation
never surpass to bring the fast inhalation
mass motavation when slangin's your occupation
keepin the hate in my mindstate vaccant
but at times i be playing the same tracks
facing the same paths
from the choices in my past taken me way back
to this day i still be payin for the weed sacks so ease back
never had to quit never had to relapse
so while you try to get feedback on the way we act
why we blaze new paths
why we make new tracks
I have to see past
while fake cats wait for atomic blast
spred peace through the chronic sack
the speed of sonic fast
so take two hit then its a puff puff pass......
herbal medication
brings meditation
never surpass to bring the fast inhalation
mass motivation when slangin's your occupation
keepin the hate in my mindstate vacant
but at times i be playing the same tracks
facing the same paths
from the choices in my past
taken me way back
to this day i still be paying for the weed sacks
so ease back
never had to quit never had to relapse
so while you try to get some feed back on the way we act
why we make new tracks
why we blaze new paths
i see past
theese weak cats soon too meet the atomic blast
so i spread peace through weed sacks
at the speed of sonic fast
i take two hits and then its puff puff pass
accidently posted twice.....
Quote:
Originally Posted by santacruz_organic
since day one they try to battle me
and still i never will conform to their normality
taking 20% of funds out of your salary
so you can pay for government casualties
overseas stopin hearts just to state their greed
this hate breed
and as long we keep eatin it
they will always succeed
so i rise to reality
sensless casulties end the race through genocide
where they hypnotise the youths eyes
with theese lies from theese leaders
and theese government teachers
who treat us as if we were born speachlees
where deliquents result to violence just to change the sequence
living life with out showing a meaning
so they deleting SS#'s on the daily
ratio grater of that then of the babies born
word is bond but tonight i leave these fuckin pages torn
till the dawin of light
so before you relate to hate take a better look at your life
dem bitches neva dreamt
that they'd be buried alive
or tied inside the back of my ride
i'm ridin down I-55 and I got the red eye
Brains feelin fried body in tha trunk
and you lookin surprised
that he look deprived
of oxygen that kept him alive
i can't lie
i can't stop
i got my glock cocked
i'm headed to ya block
pop three shots at ya top
watch ya body drop
ya body flop on the motha fuckin ground
take ya downtown
where tha cemetary found
put ya underground
6 feet
just cuz you wanna fuck with me
and take some weed
that i took for free
you wanna fuck wit me
you gonna die slowly
it's mista sipp bitch and you can't be
as bad as me
but cut the playin, i'm goin legit
you say you a balla but playa you's a bitch
you out here servin nicks
i'm out here servin tricks
you out here bouncin ounces
i'm out here bouncin bricks
i'm roamin at large
i ain't catchin no charge
i told you once bitch,
i'm dealin the cards
i'm real n i'm hard
i'm feelin ya broad
so i'm up in yo yard
and killin yo guard
drillin yo broad and
i'm still in yo yard
so i'm stealin yo car
i'm peelin it hard
sippin the barre
smokin on tar
bumpin on scar
while i'm flexin it far
mayne mista sippi sick as six asians
with aids bird flu cancer and sars
quick 4 liner from the top of the dome
unstoppable will power growing with the number
no time to slumber on ya toes maintaining order
head on the shoulders with a mask like vador
bossing troopers in a starship full of craters
I bomb you suckas worse than vietnam
like sadam, my words are worse then bombs
I kill for the love of killin im a villain
aint no batman to keep me from blood spillin
im ruthless you suckas think that you can all take me down
lets knuckleup im ready to thrown down
in a fight everynight bitch dont search for the right
cuz there is none, no good in me, cant you see
ill stab you with a needle contaminated by HIV
and bomb your city
so you hope for the best, but you got holes in your vest
I am the best you cant be me im the sickest mothafuckin mc
beleive me when I say ima kill you
I dont talk shit, look at you now your blue
drown your 4 year old in a pool
im the sickest listen to old school
ima bust a glock at your head and kill you
i dont lie i tell truths and speak truths
I dont care what you say i know im a brute
a serial killer for the cheddah insteda the bettetta is warmer then hell itself
helter skelter wasnt manson it was me
the coldest killer in the us is me
before i leave ill leave you with thought
you better run cause if u get caught
your dead with 2 shots in your cranium
insane in a asylum
so run bitch faster then the roadrunner
or your gunna be done and dead forever
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
papoose already did one like that wit DJ Kay Slay "Alphabetical slaughter" (p.s. and his actually rhymed)Quote:
Originally Posted by Kwali
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
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lethal G
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