nice verses, you got a good flow..
check my thread if you got time
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nice verses, you got a good flow..
check my thread if you got time
yeah ill check ur thread in a little bit
this just sum short ruff draft shit i dont wanna 4get so dont mind it
I sold my soul to Satan but I'm payin the price
fuck prayin I swear 2 God I feel like takin his life
Ayo time is money and money is time thats why he "clocks" loot
his alarm went off
nothin to lose they hit the snooze and ran up in his room while knockin boots
butt-naked and barefoot not ready to be interagated
always 1 to think aHEAD until the day he gets decapatated
yo this prodigy study god degrees to flee from the sun
buildin prophecies on why all my peoples phiene 4 a crumb
swords'll cease you like medieval it's feeble what evils done
it got amigos holdin deagles 4 weasles who roll with diesle guns
so
sleep on me and u wont wake up
I sold my soul to satan, but i'm payin the price
this shit is hard i swear to god i feel like takin ur life
it aint right i smoke sess just to cope with the stress
aim for the viens my heart beats i grab ahold of my chest
I took a damn loss laid up in a church with my hands crossed
stressed outta his mind he got his brains blown out
stressed out prayin to sumbody, aint god though
breathin i believe in the demons who wanna take my soul
i'll be the 1st of my mothers children who amounts to sumthin
move like a snake in the grass
pain in the ass
i shoot the breez circlelin cyphers snipers hit wit precison from twin towers identical smiths blast the cylinder spins on lions whov been cowards
sick syllables spit like the six cylinder spinnin
ya snooze ya lose...ya mothafuckin life
Buckin again son, we droppin a gem livin in sin
witness this rebirth when i fuck with the pen
we at again, bottom line i rob my friends to pay rent
but i refuse to drop a dime cuz i save every cent
time is money , money is time well...ya times up
make sure i rob u blind wont see my face in the lineups
these streets is depleted i a heater
irellevant sell shit makin money in every element
ahead of the feds peddelin i settle 4 mainly benjamins
son i'm tellin u 100's my range
it's all about the money and aint none of this change
pull out a heater from my farmer jeans and aim to get paid
raidin the scene 4 green while u get shot in ya face
and when i get to hell..........i'll probly rob the place
this is my verse on a collab with this kid im doin to gangstarrs all 4 the cash beat
it's far from finished this is just a ruff draft imma change a few things up
but tell me what u think so far..........feed??
not bad man, i liked a few of your lines
"irellevant sell shit makin money in every element"
keep it up; id like to see it finished
son i swear 2 god u think ya hard untill i tear u apart
u talk a good 1 but in the end u dont know where 2 start
perfected the art of arson, i dont speak with my father
drop a bomb on the atlantic I blow'em outta the water
fire starter, still with the heat while u sit in the stands
and i can smell the fear probly cuz u shitted ya pants
spit in my hands,sweet dreams seems u slept on a genius
ya average rapper wanna hate me cuz im better than he is
it's true we the top 2 lyricists all in the biz
ya'll fake rappers aint lickin shots if u swallowed my jizz
enter this chamber and the game'll be leavin you here
u got need 2 fear cuz breeze be the reason 4 prayer
now ayo david b4 u hop on this joint
be sure to stab the pad with a pen so we stay on point
my team thru u an L but u kept it a secret
kept it a secret ready 2 toast breakin bread to get figures
sellin dimes we small time but the rep only gets bigger
"give u a run for ya money"
yo this prodigy study god degrees to flee from the sun
buildin up prophecies on why all my peoples phiene 4 a crumb
these swords'll cease you like medieval it's feeble what evils done
it got amigos holdin deagles 4 weasles who roll with diesle guns
so grab ya peace up and meet us we'll leave the streets reachin
thesis is completed (while) you cheaters'll see us undefeated
the seed of phoebus is heated i hold my own
and ive grown, i go for (the) gold 2 take ahold of my throne
my brain has learned hate by takin stakes to the bone
it's my fait i erase the hate and raise the stakes with the chrome
i see coroners cleanin and phienes on the corner schemin
think ive escaped hell but i can tell that i'm dreamin
i need to switch the game get cream my brothers insane
if ya wanna walk around safe ya gotta tuck in ya chain
growin up in the same broke exchangin bottles 4 change
we see what haunts all r folks but we still follow the same (system)
and once it sinks in our brains were bound to fall down the drain (with'em)
it seems the american dream is like livin a nightmare
i'll grow old on my own ive learned hate by takin stakes in the bone
the mold i'm breakin god forsaken my soul (cuz) i sold it to satan
version 1:
I robbed this bank, waived my piece, and got the keys to the safe
but this hoe pressed the alarm i shot that bitch in the face
now i'm wanted in every state, and dont know how i'll pay rent
but if you droppin a dime on me i'll have to claim every cent
got kicked outta the 9th grade 4 pointin glocks at these scholars
(my motto is) time is money and money is time so we clock dollars
record longer than your arms we neva safe livin a crooks life
this villain'll rob u blind so u wont tell the jakes what he looks like
(a bit) irrelevant sellin shit makin money in every element
ahead of the feds (i'm) peddelin settled in heaven with benjamins
this cat said he was broke but i know he was liyin
so i put a damn hole in his head and told him to be open minded
this genius is gettin heated I break out the gun and I pop it
and when i get to hell i'll tell the devil to run his pockets
version 2:
he robbed this bank, waived his piece, and got the keys 2 the safe
but sum hoe tried 2 (make an) escape, he clocked that bitch in the face
now hes wanted in every state, with g's he flee from his rest
on a high speed chase tryna breathe (see) he holdin his chest
wont hesitate 2 raise the stakes when it comes down 2 payin his rent
if u droppin a dime on him he's bound 2 claim every cent
ive been seein him bad catch cases and still dealin 4 cash
he'd make sure he's robbin u blind instead wearin that mask
time is money and money so his team clocked dollars
got kicked outta the 9th grade for aimin glocks at his scholars
irellevant sellin shit (son B) makin money in every element
ahead of the feds peddelin (he) settled in heaven with benjamins
stuck up this cat who said he was broke "yo i know that you lyin"
he put a hole in his head and told him to be open minded
seein him gettin heated he whip out the gun and he pop it
when he gets to hell he'll tell the devil 2 run his pockets
but little did he know that death drew nearer
the only man to blame is the 1 who stands in the mirror
arite yo i'm doin this collab with my boy to premiers "All 4 tha cash" beat vote 4 which 1 u think is better cuz i'm tryna decide myself and sum input would be nice
peace.....
My mentality leaves my dome and roams free with the stars/
take ahold of my throne at home and patch up previous scars/
Leaders stumbled upon wealth and found there crowns in the dirt/
I'm out to settle the score once I touch down on the earth/
open my mouth and spread the word spitten visual pictures/
the gods heard it and converted (the spit) (it) into biblical scriptures/
In attempt at killin 2 birds with 1 stone we toss boulders
it'll take more than glocks to lock the jaws of a soldier/
Continue to track the facts i travel back through time/
thoughts cut from the blade of an axe i must be outta my mind/
look up in the sky the goal of my scroll profoundly described/
Satan tried to take ahold of my soul while (he was) clad in disguise/
its a fact that bein backstabbed's heartfelt in the chest piece
still makin a killin with dollar bills ive paid my respects
No stoppin this knot when the pen and the brain connect
everytime i drop science i battle rappers who (wanna) change the subject
swing bats with the impact of a round to the chestpiece
next man to try and test us'll rest in peace
no question, it takes a lesson 2 express what i teach
1st lesson in life neva practice what others preach
with unlimited skill ive killed snakes and built like tetris
incisions break up the vision with precision eye burned the retna
imprisoned by the end of days, rusty blades cause tetnis
sleep with my 44 cuz the war in the streets is endless
hunted, by friday night your days of freedom are numbered
feelin relieved, razor blades in my cheeks'll give me comfort
dang that stuff is GOOD. I hope to elevate to your status in couple years.
*bows before idol of Luther(o bless me so that i will receive but a fraction of thy lyricism) *
LOL
"by friday night your days of freedom are numbered" - this line looks cool to me ;) By the way - I liked "Love 4 tha Cash". Really - some good lines there also! I've read all 3 versions - version 1 is the best (I think) - "(my motto is) time is money and money is time so we clock dollars" (good moto). But the version 2 is "the observer view" This is very smart and effective ;) Keep up - I really like your lines. It's like "Water fallin' down from the Source, MC Source" :D
^^thanx to both ya'll who left sum real feedback it's appreciated glad 2 see ya'll are feelin it
heres sumthin else i'm workin on 4 another collab called "Armageddon"
"Swingin bats with the impact of a round 2 the chestpiece
next man to try and test us'll rest in piece
We've all been caught needin stitches
rock phienin, bleedin,and cleanin dishes
siezed by heavy breathin, and dreams of sleepin with fishes
these premenition's insane, game'll visciously reign
best express it thru compisition on visions of who get slained
So keep it real, else receive anthrax in the mail
decrease the peace, fuck police, but seek to keep outta jail
Smokin rocks, folded plots to presidents gettin shot
Ol'dirty, L, and Big revise the image of Pac
I'm not the boastin kinded, swollen sided fuck bein the most admired
Chrome'll blow ya domepiece in two, leavin you open minded
Hard to follow, cash in soda bottles to see tommorrow
Armed wit knifes, take lifes like bitches who swallow
As it's all been provin, collect dollars and keep it movin
Fuck killin two birds wit 1 stone we just shoot'em
fuck bitches we just use'm
CHORUS----(you got) heaven and hell,the top and the bottom/
but there aint no in between cuz in between iz the bottom/i want it all
This aint a game I'm playin target practice until i'm burnin ashes
the close minded'll wind up in closed caskets
hard to see through, visualizin the fears of people
cuz shootin needles and deagles is evil, but each is equal
And to each his own, street code depicted in poems
believe it pains to see a name written in stone
Live for my brother no longer with us
You better hope you see some luck or procede to bein a sittin duck
The anti-christ (type), use bible paper to roll my (his) weed up
I spitfire but fuck a pontiac
fuckin bitches thats on crack
If gods a witness, he'll get shot at from close distance
apart from business, live for my brother no longer with us
1 love.. to people really not livin but breathin business becuz
the greed is in us, gettin green but then we die and for what
With cops chasin pants fallin and hearts racin (quick)
i stop to take'em but damn i planned on escapin this shit
When guns are drawn and shot bodies get traced up in chalk
It aint all lovely, (see(n) hatin when situations g(e)t ugly
debatin but speculatin these pussies procede to fuck me
but yo, I'm keepin company smokin weed'll be bluntin me
funny see, savin quarters in order to see some currency
so
It aint all lovely, (see(n) hatin when situations g(e)t ugly
debatin but speculatin these pussies procede to fuck me
but yo, I'm keepin company smokin weed'll be bluntin me crazy,
(i'm) savin quarters in order to see some currency latley
and even as i speak i'm startin to preach
cuz i'm usually (used to) raidin streets wit razor blades in my cheek
grew up poverty stricken, but (i) managed to hold the weight
and now anythin over ten'd make my dick stand str8
sharpenin tooth brushes
anythin over 10'll make my dick stand str8
still a child shootin super soakers
still a kid but instead of water guns i'm shootin real ones
1 love to those above dedicated to makin business
insist on livin life, sold addictions to smokin pipe
always in it to get a cut it's live or die by the knife
(who) fear the cold hearted, turn the rest to dearly departed
unless ya bodygaurded, gats'll blast at practicin targets
while guns sling I strive just to say one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only ever be one King
1 king
fuck me
while u slam tracks ya man recieve anthrax in the mail
angered you feel the danger so u pass him the heat
keep a weapon for armageddon stashed in the passengers seat
as all citizens die they fate awates at the gate
swallow ur pride the flavors blatant so u savor the taste
bein hunted it's done son your days of freedom are numbered
relieved, razor blades in my cheeks'll give a feelin of comfort
on the real all hail the steel cuz they fear what i clutch
your mans'll vanish into thin air like the smoke from a dutch
it'll take a hole thru my polo for my soul to be touched yo
armageddon is comin soon and i dont know who to trust
should i stay and help the wounded or do i blow thru the cut
goin insane it seems these demons got ahold of my brain
robbers claimin they stuck up prophets but they pullin my chain
havin a fit talkin shit cuz they full with the same
not so nice i roll like dice i break the ice so precise
walkin the streets with a piece G the heat'll recoil
to put you 6 feet deep as you sleep in the soil
we ill, to kill 2 birds with 1 stone we throw boulders
it'll take more than glocks to lock the jaws of a soldier"
sum comments 4 this pleez????
My intellect intercept the vexed to cause some respect
wars i hurdle verbs'll hurt you verbals slaughter your best
what i'm sayin is who u fazin with those fraudulent threats
courts adjourned u serve my words and earn a sword 2 the neck
study lessons, count my blessins, and invest in the real
please, the last mc to test me stayed back cuz he failed
blast the steel, talkin about u better be ready to get ya cap peeled
cuz ya'll battled the frail and acted ill to get mass appeal
fake commercial rappers it's still due to yo ryhmes
at it again armed with a pen to kill sum studio time
we raise the stakes (up) get ya cake up son we beatin'em major
plenty pages'll get laced up i dont need an eraser
savior, glide across my ryhmebook cuz lead's a ustensil
jive, as long as i'm alive your number 2 with a pencil
detrimental, neva gentle I break thru to the (mental) (brain)
forced to spit the verbal intercourse and fuck what u say
out, fuck what you say and get the dick out ya mouth
wipe my ass with ya lyrics as we shit on your ryhmes
trife, i'm stuck doin life with my lab as the prison
They try to take us down they hope we drown in the cesspool
shit is real, i break bread before my last meal
they cast iron and blast the steel
this is proof, don't catch feelins when they thrown off a roof
cannibals flee police by the skin of there teeth
when were teamed man or machine deemed the beast can be seen
i liked the last few verses you've posted. you've got a good flow, and i can see you have a decent idea about rhyme schemes too. its not particularly tidy tho, try and balance it out a bit, your bars are too long and you should aim have equal number of sylables in each line. you have some good punchlines, lyrically i think you have potential. keep doing your thing.
peace