freestylin'

[Kramerica]

Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Kram
K to the R-A
You use to hear my rhymes back in the day
We never goin to see eye to eye
Your type of real I dont recognize its all televised
Young, high and I dont give a fuck
Say the wrong thing I might hit you up
You messin with a smoker, a lighter
Wildfire survivor
Yall still want beef then holler
Welcome to Greenwood City
No, welcome to K-Man City
And thanks to Ron Im the cannabis anchor man
Yes, Rasta you should shake my hand
Cause the weed done made me too cocky
And I dont wanna rhyme with dudes who flow sloppy
Who more realer?
Weed on the 4-wheeler
And I clap at your man
Got the clap on clap off clap with your hands
The only thing you ever clapped was your hands
Youll get duck taped and butt raped by Michelin Man
Bastard

Sorry Got off track

Kramerica Reviewed by Kramerica on 12-12-2005. freestylin' im stoned rite now and one of my favorite things to do while stoned is freestyle about random shit, so anyway i thought of a game: i give a word and everyone freestyles about that word and feel free to wander off subject, its cool cuz you can see the persons train of thought!!! anyway yeah the word, hmm.......rasta ok here goes, yo yo rasta eat some pasta with a silver fork a fat pig makes pork babies come from a stork nah im just playing no what im saying i guess not do the robot pop n lock Rating: 5

[PuddingSpoon]

sarcasm is different than trying to be funny.

actually no, sarcasm is just another way of trying to be funny

[king kong bong]

hmmmmmmmmm

someone battle me.

[clear the way mugs]

im the reason that/ya tokers aint bringin ur ganja back/call me the mold i hunt ya round the clock/mad at me for ima scavenger round the block/ya run inside and lock the doors closed/lee's true in the hood story that had to be told/but really get these other drugs off me/shit aint even worth my time plus its mad money/flandys bust pipes/my joint lights/that hits ur vertebrae murder brains flew kites

[king kong bong]

mugs is brainwashed/
his mind is flushed/
trippin on shrooms/
i envision da future doom/
i toke nonstop til my pupils dilate/
til i recognize my fate n retaliate/
step in my way its annihilation/
killin kids like masturbation/
when i flow theres no stoppin me/
one way might be poppin me/
i could go on for days n days/
as i school u in the many ways/
old n da new ill let ya choose/
take this as a clue n get ready to lose/

[clear the way mugs]

u wanna bring back, you better not/
cause lyrically ill leave ur face purple then rot/
just like ur breath/shit still be hideous/
get ur ass to the city cop where that diesel is/
its the only cure for ur breath and i dont take the piss/
im a seed that plants till it rains out/
then sprout straight up to the sky to push ur wack back/
ur flow stinks like the water left for days in a bong/
my rhymes will crush you just like king kong/
must be y mc's wanna mirk me send me to the afterlife/
what for they wont even be half as nice/
how u smoke shakes of schwag after effects u fall/
man 'fore u toke on a skunk grow some hair on ur balls/

[STDzRus]

Canna Man Crazy Hazy Weezy keeps me high
Every word you just created is a biological lie
Don't even try
Your mind is too soft
When you hittin off the the six inch you leanin out to cough
Too rough two huffs and your past the position of loaded
I load it it's loaded and it's a two tokin explosive
Corrosive the high that'll leave you all in a daze
For days in so many ways the strain can't be traced
It's not a haze but it phases right under your skin
So if you got that kriggy kronik Next Hit Your In.

[STDzRus]

I leave you where I'm left off
Where your whole crew should've stepped off
You passed law
Now it's time to crawl
No more will it hide and it's things to come
Desperation in action is hard to trust
You gotta rhyme every word to keep your rhymes making sense
Your stuck in the mindframe Caught in the drift
You kick lift spit heat to the fire in the frame and your brain is in the same game as the same lame that just kicked the same game with a doper name
And a doper claim
Your claim to fame is a message that's unclear
I can't hear what your trying to say Maybe it's you who needs to clean our your ears
and HEar
A message that you support and understand
And quit trying to be the hand
That the support is being lended
Just take your free time
And spend it
Invest it
Trust it and check it
You might learn something
And with your newly endowed mind, you might yearn something
And make something out of nothing
The nothing you sat past for years
Now you sitting past with ideas
In your head and your fears
Keep it coming keep the drift
Keep the circle in the mix
Because letting go of the message for the rhyme
is strict bullshit.

[STDzRus]

I bump this thread Like I bump my things
It's a thang, truly average and sing
It's the same thing
Voicing a message so the word can be heard
Spreading around my word about my ways and my herb
It's the third verse but it's still my third first
Still feelin the thirst from before the worst
Now standin strong acting wrong hitting bong after bong It's a song
Put it all together add a hook sneak a toke
Roll up a joint and blow that smoke

HAHA

I could do better.

[emg]

slob on my nob like corn on da cob~ three 6 mafia