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Originally Posted by pimptastic
True, I already rememeber taking a look at that thread I think. The third-eye verse you wrote with the Third-eye in the chorus, hook, or something like that, that was my favorite verse you dropped on there, real sharp no doubt.
A yo,
On with the phatness and much attractness
Weak rappers only made target practice
Hoe rappers could never get at this
At their own risk their wrists get slit
Their thoughts slip
And their minds trip
I constantly elevate with the rhymes I create
Unpredictable earthquake
Stab in hearts with a stake
There heads in the oven I bake
Then drown em' in a lake
Trying to escape
But they got popped like a grape
It all took place up state
Their ass got scraped
On this track they got raped
I don't deal with the fake
Only money like leaves I rake
this is my friend seee who spit bettah.
ima lil nigga comin from the bottom up to the top
momies, babys, ladys loven me when the beat drops
im writting rhymes i dont have time for silly acts
the boy is back ya ya the boy is back
around my block i got some niggaz dat wonna pop it off
top it off
niggaz comin to me
but there confront is soft
i aint afraid
any day
up the street nigga
try'n stare, see'n glares, from designer uv repels....
haters from accusin of grillin, man up and get buried bare..
raw shit so he says, well im the lord of the flies..
disguised'n black and a loaded louis vitton carry on..
now cary on.. bringin gods to haties ponds...
bangin bitches, on recorders on like jizzinon jenna jameson...
shame'nd razor blades'nd duck tape for the grandmoms..
when you strapin you implyin tryin on thongs..
christmas wrapping, but first we pump the bow on..
conans, con none, con's running away from lifes situations..
name'nd captains at the police station..
squealing even wriiting statements..
dazing, rat racing, sub.. marines like naval stations..
abaondan stations, dead men waltzin stayin..
hold'n down, creepin, sneakin, blowin down hoes with no clothes..
lickin off homo's, fuccin with suave is a no no ..
joke bro get beat like yoke nd toes bolo..
shnuck moes, suck toes, neutrel's, easier to make funerals...
no boss to confront just cock nd dump..
hammer smackin like jack hammer at the smack conpacked..
breaking bricks like quentin tertine uncut seens..
jumpin cliffs like base jumpers..
introduce you to my face thumper..
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Originally Posted by pimptastic
dats one of my niggas in my click and he thinks he shud be the leader what u think?
hold on and i'll feed the dojo too
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From all your work that I've seen so far on the threads your much better. But yeah a leader sometimes isn't always the best or most skilled, sometimes people get made leaders just cause they make a better front man or whatever. Or other attributes, etc. that make the entire group or team sell and appeal better. But if a leader should be chosen by skills alone you would make a better leader.Quote:
Originally Posted by pimptastic
....:cool:
A yo,
It's death to the weaker
Don't trip like not tying your sneaker
Business on the street there must be leaker
Get blasted with the bass from a speaker
Just teaser mind pleaser those left inside the freezer
Coincide with this ride water slide they loosing pride
Check the stride heads open real wide
In the Dojo battles reside
Whatever choose or decide
Take a flight into the night with the mic held tight
Get your head done right
Continue on no matter what despite
Only fakes bring forth spite
Then drink gassed up lemons like a sprite
End of the fight
:mexico:
when we get to special in school imma show him what u said he thinks he flow bettah den me dat nigga WISh ok do jo feed timeQuote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
infamous blind time
gun shell crime time
get mines shackles bind
hit u witta metaphor
like if was fuckin ya girls pussy as if it was an open door
gats get peeled stacks on hold
front on da cold bronze and bold
takin niggas soul
lil bars hit like ford trucks and expedition cars
big gats get bust back all the way to mars
by far king of the world
as the legend comes to a close and unfurls
shinin blindin like a pearl
twist a bottle cap like a tilt a whirl
take dat dope bag and bang ya girl
a nigga perpetual
straight hetero sexual
to smart and intellectual
bringin cold knowledge
bow down and pay homage
got da wisdom witout no college
NOT hungry enuff to spit like the last three
aura shinin fuck em bling blindin..
blind side em with the revolver slidin..
spinnin heads like spin cycles..
flows recycled, handlin more birds the landfill piles..
strip wild, strip contaminated bio-degrated..
with all the chems on the scene for the fiendin..
more base then foudnations..
more cases then chiefs work stations..
railing more then hollywood celebrihoes..
prickin john does with samurai swords...
gun folds shmuck foes..
valet openin limo doors...
85 fleetwoods laying low, packing plenty doh..
metals that ill have em twirlin in limbo..
twilight zone, gettin dizy when you slowdying in the alley scene middle..
CUT buts in half when im rippin up dat ass...
at the caddy shack....
digitalized, carbon'eyes, knockin timbs of guys..
taking pies like inside baker ties...
run a rise, phone tap live, codes for team who fly or die...
Le'TEAM get recognized..
recognitions for all em alibies for the federalis in disguise..
living alies, braisin with firey eyes, confide in disguise..
BIG BUISNESS, reach timmies, talk movements..
blueprints so moves move malicious...
chippin balls, havin balls, livin to fall..
lickin at malls, restaurants after em chicken balls..
hittin hard, fuck a sarge..
blowin haze nd blowin bars..
air'nd cars, strobin from far..
scopin nd takin shots likepars..
spar with vests up..
large with the best up..
loud like a dillinger..
signature, figures, stealing replacin with lead em livers..
killa inztinkt what u think
im swift shinboi fasta den a quick blink
chinchilla coats platinum chains mink
cut ya body up and water it down in the bathroom sink
im more pimpin den pink
imma chain all my rhymes just link
in my system there be no kinks
rock ice like rinks
i seem to be in a money fickle
pants full of green and a black pickle
pick shovel sickle
well what you want
beckonin witta threatinin taunt
im a pyro tasty rhymes like a gyro
u know how i ro' bust hinges off do's
explosives like c-4
exposed and so raw
i present no flaw
dark knight here da biurd caw
nasty like cole slaw
who broke ... yo jaw
i come mo hawd
..:mexico:
..:cool:
Cover your eye it's the son above in the sky
Who's the man with no disguise
Telling no lies
Elminating spys
Third-world network like far outside ties
There's always at least one gun inside the ride
Plus a chick on my side
Who's like Biggie ready to die
Bombers making hits like suicide
For the escape they don't reply
Catching bodies with no alibis
I'm flinging joints like bean pies
No allies only on the doe I rely
imma get mad gully
equipeded fully
ya rhymes dull
i destroy ya mecs hull
rhymes bring smooth lulls
ridin in a scrapper
poppin disrespectul rapers
athletic cute to da females like a lil tapir
i spit acid and tape worms
spread cyanide coated germs
no respect for the herms
mean when will dees niggas learn
blood splatta in da bushes dats da red fern
yea yea word
dirty ass nigga turds
superior shud be in da sky wit da birds
and if ya'll heard
i'm a aperrantly da shit
rocks and some bricks
fuck ya clique
deep in ya chicks clit
i spit cyanide and flames inna bit
special 9th realm darts
spark da charts
wit some fake ass shitty outfit u got from k-mart
Atmospheric ceiling sealing fates salin' cells
of mutated munitions set for World War 4
You shootin bullets I reign down in spores
Metaphors for forward thinking
Shots hit you before you could finish blinking
You musta been drinkin
Like a Cubano hittin on Puerto Ricans............................(shout out Big Lu)
Be careful bout that you Heat u be Seekin
For the muzzle get to flashin like a beacon
Wake the giant out the Forest, then watch the Demon Deacon
Leave you in the leaves with ya head leakin like lincoln's
Burn ya body in the logs
A bitch in Daisy Dukes can't be the Boss Hogg
^^^ ill shit dat was airlock
Chugging beer with your peer
Thoughts stay close to your ear
Mean mugging and having no fear
No slugging even when the end gets near
On mics thugging beats get bear huggings
Ducklings get toe pluckings then daily fuckings
It's nothing spar inside the ring like a one night fling
What will the next day bring
Birds still sing yet the season bounced like spring
A new chickling thoughts sprinkling
June came like a change of tune howl at the moon
If it's full then no bull take a pull
Smokes in the air like mist so what's next on the list
Thoughts stay in bliss
Enter at your own risk
:list:
Protect legal papers in the desk leave no trace or mess
Plus witness to confess
God bless the best there will be no arrest
No evidence so the case gets thrown and heads get flown
With suitcases their faces never shown
They inhabit the unknown
Verdict or conclusion was confusion
There was no need for an illussion
Or intrusion of the mind for a solution
End of discussion
^^^ lol @ the smily. thats funny how you got protect legal papers and den da smily good shit man good shit.
True, thanks it's aight not really my best though. But you must be on fire right now cause the verse you just spit on here and on the Official Freestyle thread are real hot. I mean truthfully some lines are alright or fillers to add on, but most of them lines you wrote are straight fire. I got say most of all I'm definetly feeling your flow. It's ill.Quote:
Originally Posted by pimptastic
da one i dropped here was good but that shit i dropped in the official freestyle place was omg thats was like one of my god like shits u ever get that hungry feeling when u get the best outta ur skill its like a short rush and it weas out after a lil time it happens at random times its just weird when u spit god like shit thats why. i mean for real that might be one of ma best verses i put both in a song BTW i think there together not shure third verse needs to be bomb but the rush is wearing off soooooooo
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Originally Posted by pimptastic
Both the last verses you dropped on the Official Freestyle thread I also thought were better than the one on this the welcome to the dojo thread. Both of them other two not only had great flow, but also even better word play, and only a few word or line fillers if any at all. They were definetly the iller ones in my opinion as well for sure. Them last two you dropped on the Official Freestyle thread were crazy ill no doubt. Needless to say them two even amaze me more when I think that your only 13.
It's a up north trip to those who slip
Best hold on tight grip
Fire like an inferno burning money like Dinero
Robert in the fort hurdled up in comfort is the scenerio
Getting his money's worth even if it means doing dirt
Chasing papers before the honey in the tight skirt
Misfits left drifts of riffs real swift
Coke lifts caffeine diet pheene models looking real lean
Bills in it for thrills counting like his money machine
Making sure his doe stays real clean
He back-water washes it in Washington like his clothes and all eyes closed
To power he arose anyone against him got froze
Cold water with the hose it was him they chose
In clashes anything he touches he mashes
Mad fame well known for his sorority bashes
His opponents all got left in ashes some catching heat flashes
Scar em' all so bad their babies left with rashes
:mexico:
elimination process
leth the information process
i even though i digress
i try my best and unless
i slip i gotta second trip that'll make a nigga flip
new tight benz impala its ma whip
get tear torn and ripped
get flapjack flip
get light up like AK shit
got it in my grip like a cathchers mit
and if i squeezed any tighter
i think it would spray out fire ten times of a lighta
heightened rexlexes black leather interior seat covers
shit that heat brothas
poppa in some dockers (tsh)
get cut up and thrown inna meat locker
hangin hooks tomes of death big books
killa crook that'll give ya a dirty look
i take but if summin in my possesion get took
i play da pawns like rooks
and the king like a god
i got DJ scratches on dis shit just hook up instrumentals to ya ipod
hooks hangin watch out cuz they be numerous
they all so sharp tryna be lurin us
like some fisher man in the sky
but he aint out for food he out for souls internal damnation lucky if ya die
but i live by hummarabbi's code an eye for an eye
this whole event could get messy like a pig sty
im a real nigga famous nigga but an alright guy (laughs)
^^You spit mean shit for 13 it's almost unbelievable. Everytime I read your shit and I think your only 13 I say this kid reminds of Shyheim when he first started, maybe your even meaner also. I mean the two verses you wrote on the Official Freestyle thread still takes the cake. But the two you spit on here are with the exception of a few line fillers or words here and there are still mean as fuck no doubt.
^O^
i love when u compliment me because remba when i showerd you the few verses my friend did and you said i spit mad bettah he was like no way but it was so funny cuz he got that gangsta rapper style and i got the shaolin shit wit me. its so funny and check out ma official rap thread the shit im spittin lately has been flames peep it. i compare myself to other rappers and be like he a lil bettah den me and then i remember o w8 im only 13 if i increase my skills and dont decrease ill be a fuckin beast on da mic. and best believe i freestyle too!
Split melons mean like felons
Fuck bitches yelling
Brain swelling
Times telling
Who fell and got took to hell
Have em' dazed in a spell
Water from the well
Before me queens knel
Lethal weapon like Mel
Check the drill words from the mouth spill
It's ill
Taken to the gut or stomach like a pill
The crowd stands still
Bomb in your mental-plane as in mind like land mills
Blow with the force of wind mills
It's all for the love of dollar bills
And I don't mind the thrills
:mexico:
^^^ not as good as ur other stuff looks like you just shat that out lol
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Originally Posted by pimptastic
Really so your quite sharp at picking things up too, cause your right that was the only one I just wrote in like five or less minutes. Dropping whatever came to mind. I still thought it was at least alright though in a way cause when you do shit fast like that it's sometimes more blunt and to the point. Well thought out rhymes which take longer are usually deeper though. Everyone has there own taste though. So you must like deep well thought out rhymes over real authentic freestyles off the top of the head type shit I take it right ??
when i freestyle i still merc just at a lower lvl but when it comes off da dome i get mad cold i freestyled my friend nigga chocked looked like he was gonna cry shit was funny he aint look said just look he was tryning not to frown and cry. i dissed his mom his sister his friends shit was gully.
i was like
im like canibus
dark soul animus
bla bla bla
Word spitter pussy glitter
Bitches chitter chatter it don't matter
Thoughts rise like climbing up a ladder
Who's phatter ?
Add or subtract is the fact keep your eyes on math
The mc's wrath that left those lost on the path
The pen and pad sword cuts from the young lad
Make styles out-dated like a fad
Skate boarding dudes say rad
On the mic kill with skill no emotion like getting mad
My opponents left dead or maybe if lucky sad
:mexico:
True. Feel sorry for your friend. Merked your own friend you are cold. Just joking. But that would make a good story or rapline none the less. Maybe you should put that in one of your raps as story or a line about it at least or something. Pretty interesting.Quote:
Originally Posted by pimptastic
I spit letal.
you mother fuckas aint equal.
Im out on a mission to inpale preachers on their steeples
Im hooded up, smoked out, firm wit my people
save ya threats or get ya teeth pulled.
fuck a weapon, bitches get beat for steppin.
most cats dont live the shit that they reppin.
THIS IS WAR, and guess who the fuck just crept in?
one machine wit absolutely no affection.
only thing that scares is the man in my reflection,
Death did till i stared him in the face and beat his motha fuckin chest in
rock intestines of the pricks. that tried testin the best in
never restin till I kill your ass in the motha fuckin bed you slept in
This is risk, you chance of livin is out the question
Only rule of life is know ya shit never guessing
Christ figure rap singer, every track im blessin
Let the tek spit. Swing a sling blade let ya motha fuckin neck split
Kill the next bitch, never leave a snitch wit fat lips beat his ass quick wit ya fists
06, this grimey year is so trifilin, my loyal rifle men be huntin fags from a ditch
i insist you quit, clips dismiss ya wits Slash the wigs of pigs, blast their kids and cribs,
crack ya ribs and dip
dog eat dog world ya cats aint fit
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No trips out of state I got the gate on lock
Pheenes by the flock rocking all sorts of shoes like Reebok
On your door I knock
Take your doe in my cap-stocking leave the scene quite shocking
Dollars I'm clocking heads I'm dropping
No show stopping just gats popping
Groupies are mocking
Times tick-tocking
Eat cereal for breakfast then I'm stalking
At school when on the board bodies in chalking
On the real I'm tired of talking
My dogs like thoughts I take em's walking
:mexico:
federal fruads, body few dogs... ( for talking large )
parley vous with big dogs..
party wtih shottas up on the rooftops..
shoot cops, on my tail..
birds droped droped on em scales..
rats popped missed nails..
stay kidnapped till em sales...
bounce back for your bail..
throwin stones in the air like twister hail..
throwin change on thee gal like mystical..
tical, before im pluggin a pal..
forty cal, packin, more laughs then a jackal..
fuck who cares bout em shackles..
battles in the 420 under the saddle...
on boat trips more then em paddles..
cock em back, lower that, concel em sacked...
pop the latch, grab the mans, drive em by a wooden path..
see new jack, untuck that, flip em like flap jacks..
syrup on his flat stats...