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All men in fear cuz they know the end is near
loco vocal'z that blew up the hemisphere
all challengers are lil girlz that'z been a queer...
A confrence...
Of thugz an they accomplice..
quick ta leave the biggest mc unconscious
with a congress that accounts less
then account's gettin they..
job accomplished.
Abandon my post..
ta leave hata'z stranded n ghost
so ya know..
if ya challenge the west side
they'll be quick ta make ya vest slide
off ya chest.. with the tech nine.
C'mon ya'll know my text..
and yet..sum chose ta flex..
-actin hard- like they pose a threat..
leave em -hacked n scarred- wit a broken neck..
coded red...expode da corroded dead
chokehold da comode with bread..
coated headz..control'd da congo..
with counsil's of consoles..that count soulz.
Steppin ta me be ya death sentence..
left leg, limp n knee n ya chest dented
cuz i run with dudes that sell weed n drugs
i've defeated thugs, with heated slugs..
if ya keep talkin dumb it'll meet ya mug..
neva was the type that needed hugz..
clever on da mic like thieves from above
then bust a nut, n -cum deep in ya lungz-
as i leave ya desceased n hung
mission competed n done.
Closer...
My spits is dripped in genicide..i can..end-or-mend-a-life..
my friends-asscend-da-heavenz-ta fight..and leave em alone..
cuz they tend-ta-hide..when my-pen is in they-menz-inside'z..
see'n dickridahz stuck-froze-happy- when my spells-hit
alwayz remember fuck-those-that-be...selfish..
cuz there quick-ta-smell-fish...with holes in they body..
from the shell'd-tipz.
Paper Soulja
Opponets spotted like treaspassers, my mic is my death blaster,
and ya breathe after, is messhed matter expect ta be put ta rest faster,... so bring on ya so called net masters,
us on the track we guarnteed ta clean bank
n i dont mean ta be frank but all of da teammates,
we quake n shake the tectonik plates in threee states
i burn like mase, and i earn twice ya''ll make,
got the place -hooked- like a -worm thats bait,
as ya get raped cuz im shootin spem in ya face
concered? ..just wait cuz the urrn's ya fate
originators wit this gift like we hand crafted,
mention us and follow with the word fantastic,
ya'll can't do a sommersault while we land backflps... and
compared ta us ya get ransackked kid,
like the casualties of the anthrax napkin
make ya eat 8 slugs, create'n my mind ta hate love,
malice tasted on my tastebuds, laced dubs, with spits thaterase mugs
I felt these bars White...very insightful.Quote:
sometimes i need time to manage/
vegas lifestyle comes at a disadvantage/
seems like everyone just straight up vanished/
no bye no farewell no mutual circumstances/
starting to get problems only death can solve/
the world always revolves and my problems evolve
Would like to hear more of this type of ish from you.
PEACE
Random Rambles
in my eyes it seems like mankind'z ,grand design.
is not to manage crime, these guys in disquise...
with they custom handled nines..
so doctor'z gotta bandage wives,
they got hurt with damaged spines
thats why i got a plan with rhymes,
i aint gonna be anotha one that stands in line
..with a standard mind.. cuz i defy ya define shine..
..............like a got a divine sign.........................
neva was the type ta need the hugs..
clever on da mic like thieves from above
then cum deep in ya lungs
knowing my mission is completed and done
will there forever be beef that can't compete as livin in these streets thats stressed, between the east and west, when disceased ya rest in peace and sit with da people you was blessed ta meet, depressed from weed, cuz the food was neva fresh ta eat, and and i vex the creeps, hata's still next ta me, check da fee, flex da heat, just so different sections be, a threat ta me, like i wrecked a plan, wisdom inject's ya man,freedom texts get crammed, having thoughts of lets withstand this swift drift of sand, that gets bloods and crips fixed with twits that induce slits, life has been used slick, and we abused acute tips, with a few mute trips while crew's loot crip's, hips, get swollen, higher forces which main course is, ta kill all ya sources, these whores endorces, in emergency corpses, third ta see horses, with hearts that be havin no more remorse plans, grands land mankind in da sands a time, my hands will shine, from when i ran wit crime, everyone's tan wit dimes, and commited pettie crimes, submitted many rhymes, that were admitted ta be only friendly lines, define signs designed prime rhymes, nine lives comittin robbery was when i would start ta see, fine lines of rhyme time keep me on signed signs in ya minds eye it a fine time between feats, the theme cream, when it comes ta the street scene, like da water racist bitches keep clean i slaughter patriots cuz fakes get light, even tho i hate this shit, mistakes are visable, makin his shit explode, fakin these digital codes, as earthquakes arode far fetched thoughts in the mineral road, sinnin like hitler of old, winnin by driven scriptures unfold, rips in the mixture come whole, and east and west are succumbed ta mold, together never to severe, untill the end of time, when guns spill & fills friends in da spine, intend ta shine each line is divine twistin the mc's of time , on this one kill ta send da blind down a gun hill, and ya bloodclots leave sun spots, of you cum kuats, get done soft, fun costs, another ones thoughts, that be leavein east and west with mildew, ready ta fill you with locked keys, hata's can't top me, my minds signs rhymes that be given fines, you can't unlock these fine and divine bombs that drop but bleed, only thing i stock is weed, rocks sold in chop shops, knock knock no more east and west as your glock pops and as hata's make the tech 9 get the block hot,i rewind crime effect time hata's just cock block, as sluts get they gut itched with such tits, and much scripts ta every gun clip, and musketts, rips so duck quick cuz it erupted with such hits that make ya nuts itch, killin any slut bitch, my dick makes ya gut itch, such wits, get ya stuck quick like when gum sticks ta ya lungs grips, i've hung spits that'll get ya dumb lit, come shit with lyrical miracles like my spiritual essence, with a here it go pressence, no fear to show the tension, its a flow that suspended suspension, and an un seeable quest flicks, like Mt. everest. east and west finally phines can success, people on the scene deppressed, cuz theres no mo cream ta invest, in the dreams and finese leavin the world a mess, with pearls to progress, in these swirls of projects, and girls with no mo but a chest plate, the best get a rest...wait!! my message is next, i confess this was just a test, lettin the rest live through respect and text infect and inject fuck the incest im quick inmpress mate's, if this was check im yellin check mate, the rests quests break ta less then caressed fates, confess late, its hard like tryin' ta arrest jake, the best quake from my impressed yet compressed shapes, the twin techs flex a wrecked state, when death makes a left rake, ya breath hates wats left in the streets, cuz ya temple it leaks, my credential it seeps through the ceiling when peeps tweak unasleep grab shotguns and drop sons as they stopped lungs from livin with mocked toungues, glocks rung in the night while clocks spun, knots shot one and copped a hot sun that plots stung like cops rung on the block young chopped rocks from the drop top that flocked yachts, and cropped spots
N e way, I felt this shit, shit z aight. Like ur style dawgQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Keep doin'n
you need to evalute. dont worry youll reach my level
Quote:
Originally Posted by wuswordz95
lmmfao, stay outta my thread
uppin this thread as well..been a long time..waiting for more feed
Keystyle Warm up
I only hit with flames-fa spits- cuz when I display My dick, aint gonna be no mo' games-or-tricks
cuz I stain-da-clits- while we gettin freaky with chains-n-whips, gettin brain-in-a-train-airplane-or-whip{Lmmfao}
opponets provke with threats, they chose ta step, then they get bloated with a loaded tech,
Cuz we be leavein em soakin wet, foes haven't done wat we done...like coke n sex
you can say i broke-they-bets, now they hope-ta-death they won't be a-float-and-wet
aint no cats-thats-flyer, my gats-subtract-ya-sire's, cuz we pack the attire thats attached with rapid-fire
so before ya pack-of-liars say you da master-minors, know we be snatchin any wifes-purse,
then shine so bright make ya eyes-hurt, Im da wiser white-curse, leavin my rhymes everywhere like flyers-n-advistisers
Our styles is Ancient, we built our chips, by stackin bricks like Masons, we originate back with da cave-men
Mercyless leavin insane-patients its bout time they realised they aint-shit, cuz we brang da Pain-like-slaveships..
wus good is ur boy from the foru horsemen grim reapa
good shit homie
word been a while holy shit, glad u made it here<br>
Slaveships fame, u aint makin sense mangQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Fuckin negroids gettin hit by whips n chains, that how you perceive slavery
Imma shed some light on your toon raps, Tex Avery
Nigz had bravery not to make the white man his bitch
Before RUN DMC ever made it rich
cypher with me
Admit Existence has been a Pit of Resistance
Eclipse Spits, thats Fix Myths like Hydroglyphic's
Nitro Strips Tricks Buisness, cuz I Might throw Six Fists
Just know my Blows turn Foes Dickless, and mircales like a Rose at christmas
Ok...as alot of you can tell i really have switched up my style and after reading all of my verses i was wondering which one you guys liked the most..?
imma try to kick sum old mugged style for ya...please tell me if i still got it..
~Life~ as i ~Know it~ ~Doesnt Even Exist~
~Like~ my ~emotions~ ~Bloodstream isn't Liquid~
~Listen~..cuz we ~All Fall~ like a ~Awful Dutch King~
~Mimic~ the ~Odd-Balls~ and we get evil ~Offspring~
~Believe~...not one ~Destiny~ is a ~Awesome Race~
~Each Week~ i See ~Rest. In. Peace~ n then the yellow ~Caution Tape~
ight... this took me...a lil bit.. and plus its late
haha no luv alot of views
it's pretty good you got mad multi ryhmes which is dope just fit more words inbetween them and you'll probly come out with more ideasQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
this 1 was hott tho i liked i havnt read all your stuff yet but i read this 1 and liked it
peace.....keep doin ya thing
i lieky, i likey lots!
lol
naw man... your stuff is good, i like it
str8 good look u 2
Present Day
Present Day isn't Such a Pleseant Thang!!
Ta walk in sum Shade, but Nowadays i'm Afraid
but like my Age Things Always Change
Cuz Cats is Insane and Stash them Slim Blades
Just ta Crack ya Wind Gauge, or BackStab ta Give Graves
Really miss those Gym Dayz when I'd Play Dodgeball
Nowadayz theres Odd-Balls Strapped with Bombs in Halls
Progression Processes Professions... Known Felon
Show Text Heads..that im Masterful(Master Full) of Lessons
My Eye Sight Decides My, Design for UltraViolet Lime-Light
Not knowin' no Sympathy, as i bring Orchestrated Beef like Symphony's
Kill em Fast
kill em fast, aint nothing to fool with
im too swift ya soft like cool whip
bustin two clips ta make ya mom sayin "whos this"
leave ya with more then a bruised lip
so you best move dip before i attack wit
these soulja type tactics and get ya back whipped
I'm fast ta crack whips its a fact when my gat hits
ya head u'll do backflips all red in da casket
unlimited dank for phines funds limitless in the bank wit cream
and these pranksta teens know my keys schank em clean
puttin they bitch asses in a gangsta lean
unknown in the school halls cuz i was dumb slow
but i'd still run through ya'll till i learned guns blow
they'll make you fall and crews smalll hittin with the force of a Uhaul
persuasive like therapy thanks for takeing care of me
turns out there worst fear would be
a boy thats cursed with no cure for his disease
always smokin hella trees while commitin felony's
conflictions make the fellas bleed
specially when hella high on inphedamines
got me in the sky see'n better things
fillin prophecys like shells N... taco meat
prophets be telling me i'll own the game like prorperty
foes not stoppin me my concoctions puts holes in oddysey's
odd ta see aint no one else's technique toppin me
possibly im on the top and be unlockin feats.
'll bury you in a grave wit your computer
N leave ya spirtiual in pain spaded and nootered
you coun't phade it kid, if ya was a lazer shooter
im white N stickin like cum on there peweter
try N bite kid, leave ya hung by an intruder
High as fuck keystyle
It's Disgustin' how Discussion gets Interupted with this Destruction
witness this Thug Kid, that's packin sum Punches ta get ya Done In with one hit
only out when the..wind is dense..so when i come round, homies proud of they..fingerprints..
my..Timbaland's..is a straight..hinderance..they talk shit but when i walk in, they..limbs is stiff
contradictions have been in constant conflicts of interest, competition got split with my tom tom n they thin vest
I slay the best my displayed breath is rage text if they don't behave correct
leave em insane till death, my name is what i engraved in they chest,
alright i know i'll always gain respect, not fame but I still got my brain waves set, for the same object
A Man on Death Row
Lookin down my path witnessing only the mistakes i choosed
..wondering what was white n black in this race-ta-lose..
let me take you back and i'll replay my moves..
Started off Blinded by Light itself, because at age 12 i was raised in hell
makin sure they taste the blade that made em phade n swell, or re-arrange em' with the semi shellz.... they yelled..
it's sad ta say but my rage i displayed too well... now a new day.. i'm engraved in cellz
Cuz can't no man Age n Subtract Younger, Makin my own Prey Attack Otherz..
untill they needed BodyBagz for the Exact Number..so there was no need ta Pray for the Ransacked Motherz
no need ta Repent my Decisions, cuz nothing could eva make the Dead the Livin'
So i suppose all that is Said is my Visionz.. cuz my eyes only see Red..
Knowing now that my outcome is a Head ta Head Collision..
Coun't accept the Evil dreamz, Sick of waking up still hearing the people scream
Knowing now what Needz to Be, And that's my death cuz i made soulz leave early
This is thoughtz of a man on Death Row, the date is set, N yet i withstand my own struggle
D-day will come and i'll still roll humble..knowing its all lies so.. my Chest Froze n my soul crumbled...
u the type to talk shit then fight with pairs/
my hype impares u to have righteous prayers/
soon i should say now, nobody cares about your whereabouts/
ur mind says no but ur face is wearin doubts/
u rap about guns when u only dealt with fistfights/
ur the perfect example of a MC i dislike/
feel my lyrcal blows come with swift might/
whys your face bleached and sconed/
all discolored from cheeks to bones/
tearing out your whole immune system/
cuz my lyrics bomb & consume wisdom/
i'll fuck up your whole strategy/
now i know theres sum place else u'd rather be/
$treetL1fe
Little Hustla's at the age of fourteen, learnin not ta trust a warning
on da block sellin morphene, rocks in his sock for more green\/
The streets got older phines, that will shape and mold your teens
contemplate the colder schemes, with mistakes that sold their dreams
Greedy snakes are visable, attempts to see me break and explode\/
These streets replace your friends for foes,
Please see straight down those never ending roads\/
The old teamz on the scene deppressed,
cuz someone told the whores where ta be and dress
it's gettin harder for me to breathe respect,
i just wanna see success, and let all the secrets rest\/
Theres no way to profit from progress,
cuz even phrophets coun't stop the ways of projects
don't forget to display rage towards the opposite sex
this life is a maze so i pocket a promise\/
What good are all these thugs with techs
they up in the hood with guns ta flex
thinkin they minds is above the rest,
but when it's time they'd rather hug then wreck\/
I'll keep my sons in check is what i use to tell cops,
i avoided those cell blocks cuz i'd sell glocks
with ammunition ta get the other man missin for twelve blocks,
my mission to be at my peak before the shells drop\/
Gettin the cash on the street scene i coun't pass up,
I'd blast those weaklings i was past bad luck
Ya class got a beating if ya acted tough,
ya ass got mad stuck in the back of the trunk\/
Untill i got caught in and started chokin from intoxication,
visons of wooden coffins from the smokin glocks im facin
often i'd off mens tops for alot of payments,
my own moms im hatin for sendin me to this abombination\/
But like scriptures and pages i got caged in and arrested,
minimium wages coun't pay shit so i confessed it
all the ladies that be pregnant ya life is a blessin,
take it day by day with all the remembrance.....thats the message\/
Spark da Spliff
I Spark the Spliff cuz It's gettin Hard Ta Wish and Maintain with these Garbage Shifts/
Numerous Days I wanna Call it Quits, and Purchase a A-K with Rounds and Clips/
CrimeWaves Altered my MindState, Times Change and i Realised i wanna Die Payed
I was Impatient and in a Blind Rage, My Nine said Why Wait I wanted ta Buy Planes
but to my Suprise i'd Invite Lames, The Kind that Hide in the NightShade/
I would Finally Find a Team, for this Carefully planned Robbery
then i got Clouded Dreams, full of Lies, Cheats and Dis-Honesty
While we Plot and Scheme, we Gotta learn ta Block our Greed
cuz even though we got Glocks wit Beams, we still may not Succeed
What can I say - genius, why comment?! :D
Yeah, really, some lines - OUTSTANDING! Especially those last lines 'bout success. But the only thing that I missed were... The Names - I mean rhyme names - how they're called :) I think It would complete them 100% then ;) Nice really nice - good flow and imagery. Reality really frightens in your rhymes sometimes - it's the tallent. Keep It real! :D :D :D
Peace
i must of been sleeping on your style, bcuz the last time i read something from u was from before the site went down, and the last few verses i read were really impressive, i forget that u are just a young buck, but i think u are way ahead of your age, my writing skills were no where near as precise when i was rhyming at a younger age, much props to you......
honestly, you've posted some increadible shit from what I've read you have serious skills. but you are not as consistent as you could be. you go from some genius shit to average.
illness like this-
"The streets got older phines, that will shape and mold your teens
contemplate the colder schemes, with mistakes that sold their dreams\/
Greedy snakes are visable, attempts to see me break and explode
these streets replace your friends for foes, Please see straight down those never ending roads"
to average
"tearing out your whole immune system/
cuz my lyrics bomb & consume wisdom/
i'll fuck up your whole strategy/
now i know theres sum place else u'd rather be/"
I am only critical cause I know you are capable of better. I dont need to tell you that you are ill, you are often one of the sharpest swords on the forum. when you talk about glocks and nines it sounds less origional. if you are more consistent, your message will be carried out more powerfully. just my opinion. peace
Alright gave rep ta all those that have given feed!!! much love
dope rhymes!! like the style..very unique..most of ur rhymes were nice except u seemed to "drift" like andrem said...but overall its tight
peace
sup loveing it!!
Styles Ancient
Still my STyle's Ancient, Filled with Vile Hatred
watch as i ShapeShift to a Plantiff with Patience's
to a Patient thats Wait'n for Examination cuz he's Plain SicC
Tainted Franchise's can't Analyze-This, And-My-Spits..
Energize's Enterprizes as ya Enter-My-Domain
Flow Un-Contained, call me Ron-Dayne the Way i'm Runnin'-The-Game
castin Tundra's-n-Hurricane's, and Ton's of Furious Rain
Pure-Spits-Pierce'n-Terrain, Mirror'd-Image-Fierce-n-unable-ta-Restrain
leave ya Numb like I Pumped ya Vein's-with-Novacaine
I'm the Flyest-Miracle, makin it so no one Crys-at-ya-Burial
end ya Demise-"Very-Slow", I stay high like a "Ferris-Wheel"
I Will Kill all ya Daphodile's, Grab-da-Steel and Blast-Untill
your Ass-is-Seal'd in da Bodybag unda a Landfill
Give-Hope-With-Words Slit ya Wrists-for-Provok'n-Nerd
Hit-da-Spliff cuz WnD's SMOKIN-HERB'S!!!
read ur last 2 poems, and i thought lyrically (especially) the first one was explosive, creatin insane imagery. well played!
Thank you very much i tryed giving ya rep, but i have to wait
any comments on my verses is greatly appreciated
I also respect that you red more then one. good lookin
i wanna giv ppl rep but i dunno how 2 lol??
haha ok well i'll tell ya
its on the top right of peoples post's in threads, the two little yellow buttons on the top right its the one on the left.
sorted, cheers
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
the whole thing is nice and the the 1st 2 lines were dope as hell
i really like how it sounded in my head when reading it
the only thing i have to critic is the part where you say "ron dayne"
it's a good meta4........but ron dayne aint that great and people could take it the wrong way
but overall it was a really nice verse
peace...........