Hang crews, out to dry in my back yard
This is music "credit" getter, now where's yo rap card?
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Hang crews, out to dry in my back yard
This is music "credit" getter, now where's yo rap card?
jack cars, open tab stack rap bars fagget asses get slapped hard, pokerface niggaz with the crap cards...
Mad Smart... but still Ask Fast.. like Nascar...Can't Guard..Quote:
Originally Posted by tekunique
so when i Jab they Land Marks..and it'll be known like LandMarks!
Mc's who don't play they parts, get played out like fades with parts..
physical energy my brain sparks, movin my whip 'fore the ignition starts
Ignore bitch talk..fist sparks..pluggin ya so thick fog.. glares ovah till ya get shottQuote:
Originally Posted by Treazon
Rap hard, an spit rocks, smack gaurds when clips pop
Trap ours? u'll get shot, yo face where shit drops (toilet)
And yo dick parts, in ziplocks
man....Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
I BEEN ROCK mics since stones clutch wires..dont touch get burnt like toast..FUCK!.
The kid must have the most luck, in this world of birds i roast duck
If u see czar in the ghost truck, u bout to get yo whole coast struck
Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
froze up..bood off stage..cold rush..fuck son Im bold what!. get back on..scold some..
Roll one, from the shoebox of the sweet old ones
(drags off the blunt....)
Fuckin wit son, holdin the thin blades, u must be bold dun
u didn't Know..WHAT!? P.I.R leave u in a Com-A! u best Grow Up..Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
like a Boner if u wanna Throw Words n a Punch like a Bowl of Herb!
herbs, verbs, power surge, rhyming words wit me and my conseurge,
refine into an innocent, heaven sent for hell bent moods, with altitudes and magnitudes of powers that elude. prove nothing in shaking mountains. fountains of glory remains. the dungeons dragon still refrains.
Fragrence from the Flame, Makes the Faggots Faint like Makin Paper Mache's!Quote:
Originally Posted by masta dragon
Paper Weights Save your Mate from becoming Shark Bait and walking the Darn Plank!
Yo' rhymes is fuckin' rank, pretty soon you'll find your back on my shank, can't touch my rhymes cuz they droppin like dimes, go along with the times if you dont you'll have to pay the fines.
Analyze the drama unfold before your eyes..Born to Die...Quote:
Originally Posted by C'Dub!
For the Time ya on earth be like that soap bopera..Dayz of our lives
mob guys, red guide,aim at the eyes, leave u greased like canola oil on extra large fries
plus i got a French chick on the side
n she like its rough , so Im mic'in up to make her sound just right
t.3s lyrical gat pointed at rap thinkin' "he just might"
blow the shit outta ya minds like yo it aint a fair fight
fuck up beats wit words in serial(cereal) like Alphabits, and Just Right
killllla.. peace
ignite the fuse and im gone, ten more mcs ive just outshone,
long freesytles and sick bars, lite up the nite brighter than the northen star
Quote:
Originally Posted by Liquid Lines
Gather patternz, shatter rather then slice.. stab or slice..retract fists spliced..infact dice..
buncha niggas frantic run around like mice killed, gusts spill berg of ice gigantic blinded by lights
Street fights gather'in like bugs to the street lights
If u a thug go head speak right, but if u a bug u'll have a "sweeped" night
you mean swept, off ya mothafuckin feet cuz you slept on the tek's unique FX niggas obsolete like typewriters collect from opposite side of crimefighters..
No i mean sweeped writer, cuz thats how i speak writer
A son it seems to me yo styles drained like leaked lighters
shogun lord prepare for street fights swipe body swap lifes
trife by the triple let me squeeze on the sickle
It been a long time in the one line flavor
Dem in allay way Im the Star Wars Dark Vador
i graze ya with the flavour like a rusty razor,
cut lines with lazers being trailed by trailblazers.
Hell's tazor, grase ya eyelids handed from the fly kid
Stop tellin me to save my life bitch this my bid
Everybody thinking they real, even Chris Brown thinking he hard..
Until he see how DK put bitches face down on the lawn and Stomp the Yard.
rapperz singin like King's Bard's n sound like fuckin retards//
so watch tha pen do em in before they can raise guard//
swing the iron bar, the impact split cars, my visuals is 20% short, but bullsh*t I see from a far, live mcs careers drop dead, I use needles and strings to sew up the next thread
my gestures leave the deaf dumb, I caused the blind to see soundwaves when I hum, I stared down Mosbergs and handguns, I mooned the stars and the Sun.
Hip-hop now is terrible, no heart in commercial, beats bassline lyrics made it all so simple, any sound system was cranked to loud decibels, the underground brought real visuals, now mcs are like blank cds, every song's rewritable
Wow.. So In Secret Talk.. U Talk About Me .. That Sucks.. U Know My Intentions.. So I Just Post Her Pic.. But Then Being Who U R .. After I Made A Change In My Verse.. It Is Expected.. Only This Time It Made More Sense.. I Would Still Fuck Ur Friend.. Not U .. Thats Crazy Ur Smile Could Be More. And Also.. The Bow. Its Like Excusing U.. A Star.. Making Me Happy.. At Least U Got That Part Right.. Meaning I Shine Bright But Fuck.. I Dont Try To Disturb.. U .. I Just .. Am In A Lost World.. I Dont Get.. So Just Stick To Dancing.. And Let Life.. Be What It Is.. Of Course I Cant Wait.. To Go.,. We All Have Sins.. But Some Sins Are Forgiven.. Not That I Care .. Rhymes Are Like Screw Music.. Some People Can Take Me .. While Others Cant .. How Can I Rap .. People. In Here Excuse Me .. That Was Just Out Of The Blue.. Im Not Even Supposed To Be Trippin .. Alberto.. Ur Homie.. Still Whether U Want To Or Not. .. Alberto.. El Estupido. Sinico.. Tan Escandalaso. I Hate That Fool ... Uh. Fucken Albert.. Fuck Albert That Fool Is Weird. Fucken Albert. A Whole Past. Passes Me By ..
Practice w/ Lines.. like a Addict N' my Passion w/ Rhymes!
Actions in Time... will be Past Tense and Has Beens like English Class Shit..
Mag tips pointin from under the matress, classic pieces
Cabbage reaches, out a steel hand to smash his reeceses
terminate like aborted fetus stash heaters inside the speakers puffin reefers smokin leechers
Throwin Cheers from the Row's of Bleechers...causin da Globe to Teeter!
and Suppose were Those Warrant Achievers...no more Sportin da Heater