Sumtimes lickin shots can even become unbearable
but gettin hit yourself with a round the pain aint com-parable
next word(s):"Against the grain"
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Sumtimes lickin shots can even become unbearable
but gettin hit yourself with a round the pain aint com-parable
next word(s):"Against the grain"
some say im insane, cuttin in a lane, one by one all tha same, slappin ya bitch pussy while movin against tha grain
next word: hit back
Raptica, i know u luv men a lil more than u luv big mac
u let a gay man punch you and u een even gon hit back
Next word: Break
Emcee Kao
Junior Member
sissy ass changin up werds after you see i jam u!!! fuk ya lite newbie ass
u made a dam mistake changin up ya dam werds, u a newbie, a dam turd. how dam absurd, ur a lite punk tryin ta make it, end for your own sake, ill hand u kitkat and you still wont get a break.
Next Word: potion
Sorry i had to catch you with a gay magazine and a bottle of lotion
you want Ni**as to cum so you can slurp sum of their "MAGIC" potion.
Next werd: Fruit cake
sending messages, stikin dem lik strong adhesives, lines movin thru ya mind like slow repeatives. spittin ya stale rhymes, dawg i don care, ill sit bak relax drinkin hienekin bear. you half baked, go home pak ya suitcase, catch tha next tha to china you little fruit cake!
next word: Thread
Kao zen, ur name even rhymes with men, 16 years ago was when ur saga began, emcee y do u prefer males rather than, a chick , possibly because of ur miniskule dick, or is it cuse of ur over sized bread u tried to sew it up with see through thread
Next Wrod: Bark
U stupid thats why u got "knocked up" by a car that's parked
is that the reason why ya dick is as small as ya birth mark?
u always try to "red" but ya a** is still black like tar
be in my dog house gettin freaky, thats why i always hear my dogs bark.
Next word: Ping pong
nick nack paddy kao is wack he has a half inch bone
giv him half a joint n he will turn out like a stone
dissin me bout dogs, tryin to rhyme tar with bark
u r so damn poor u went to the store n bought one clark
spittin rhymes killin u so the church bell goes ding dong
mi balls r so damn big u use em to play ping pong
Next Word: Spliff
yo dunny sounds like u gotta do alot of work
its ova sonny,gettin pulled of the mic and not even the crickets chirp
You half stepin your schemes, u b spittin mother goose
and nigga it seems, that ur herb ass is comin loose
I shoot u, 3 round burst, take a whiff
den loot you, spittin this 3 bar verse, smokin a spliff
next word
NEGROID
Mean Voice Shake.. B-boyz break.. graffiti noise spray..police portray..see me? my ploy: escape..!Quote:
Originally Posted by 200 proof
Hoist-AMAZIN "wieght" in my CHOICE OF CRATE wit annoited frag..try n theif U decease by tha moistest plaque..!
Annoy then cave chestz in..leave ya brain desolate..beef? I join..beat ya groinz..defeat negroid.....
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frag = fragrence
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NEXT WORD: RELIABLE
my rhymes flow like the oil wanted by gorge bush
like a pendilum, to start mi jus giv me a push
these lyrics bomb u like afganistan
so talented i can write rhymes while doin a hand satnd
ur rhymes are dumb n out of order totally maniacal
on the other hand mine are copasetic and totally reliable
next word:
reciede
there is no such word as "reciede".Quote:
Originally Posted by SYKLOPSE
N/w: Cap
my Mind leaves his whole damn body and design holded back
Cuz u die going against the Golden Cat, my Rhymes are nines that Expose a Gash
puttin Full Ovals that Explode and Tap, then Glow and Motion Back like a Homing Track
Lay ya in Smolten Ash, then Go Loco with a Flow ta Match, as you get Smoked like Hash
then see Fine Holes that corrode ya cap
N/w: Advitiser
Advertiser dog..... advertiser....Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Savage linez what!..gat or 9 buck!..stab ya eyez upp..status: fly.. cuzz..!..
capture wize ones in pine.. swine done!. spitta ill line?? u bust like average ryma..!
www.crackmuzik.com soon to be up.. we runnin it.. Im juss-da-ADVERTISER!!..
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NEXT WORD: JAVA
I’m a.. Spit at you proper.. I saliva penmanship.. comma.. call me poppa I father hits when I scrip like java
NEXT WORD: cataclysm
My Spits -Expanded Wisdom-, cuz i got Blocks -Planted Pryzm's-
in da Lands Sand choppin -Hands wit Scissors-, -Jam ya vision-
in the this -Panicked System-, Tragic Missed em', but got em' with -Cataclysm's-
Next word: Campaign
Land changed..Planz made..AC blew up like Hand Grenadez..Pacc-a-UZE son.. like a man with rage!!..Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
I stammer game with hammer made barz..jam ya face no chance of escape..! fucc-a-manager I END YA campaign!!.
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NEXT WORD: MEDIA
Fuckin' everyday with the same bitch
When I don't see - ready to snitch
My payment speaking of wich
Hundreds of times I was on a breach
One more bullet won't fill the morgue fridge
Won't break this world's order
I'll smile to the officer of the broder
And go away to Mexico where's wormer
To do my other stuff and deeds
Look for new crimes and evil seeds
Bangin' heads and taking the cash
Finally owning the award from NAS
Walkin' trough streets waiting for a crash
Somebody with problems and ready to smash
One word and you're in the bullet flash
One clip into your chest and AH!!!
Now you're on the ground, layin'
No heart feelings I'm just sayin'
Sorry bro It's just the death racin'...
The next word is 'weed' (bigben, sorry man, now I know the point ;) )
U R supposed to end in Racing and leave a word^^
arite next word:Cabbage
Quote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
Stripes from the track, from lapping weak fucks
Emcees attacked , like im a cheetah feastin wee-ducks
You playin strong, well your shits crumblin like bread
postin a verse, but, "E-Racing" shit you just said
next word-panda bear
Look above, hotshot ;) And think about new words :D (yeah edit sometimes helps ;) )Quote:
Originally Posted by Vernakular
>>>Peace<<<
u blow
next word= stripper
Your energy lacking, lightbulb flickered n flashing
my rhymes are smashing, weak punks, suger coated hypoglaecemics
When i speak once, still break em when im anemic
= orange
U told ya gurl your a star but she wouldn't believe
Ya came in da game thru da back, still had to pay a fee
Got a lock on ya rhyme book but I got the keys
No one checkin 4 ya lyrics like rhymefest's new album release.
N/w: Chrome
Locked up in the inside cage, faded
Never heared, appreciated
Now living like a thug, stalked, framed
Screamed in the clubs for honor, laid
Kicked outside the streets, humbled, fazed
Now writing shitty lines for fun
In the past was number one
Drunk on the ground, still undone
I'm not dead yet, so you want some?
To eat with me the mic chrome
Next werd = citadel
pitifull, your rhymes toiled n spoiled
shit soiled, your master plot was spoiled
i get through only cuz im spittin jewels
while other rappers sit-at-toles (cidatels)
next word= strap on
im the godfather, call me the don
cause all other mcs, ive outshone
like using superglue, the way my words bond,
penatrate deeper than your mums strap on
Next word ; pavement
Year im Big sylass#one i came with the pumpgun to you,fuckingfoo, when you fuck with us we plan the drive-by to you cause you a crackbitch who wanne fuck rich but your pussy hang on the floor ohhh damm bitch get out of here there is the door DAMMM
PahnerOG What the fuck that doesnt end with pavement and you aint supplied a new word.
Young - white & sharp like metal arrows
Never broken under the harrow
Such a cool star from the ghetto's narrow
Street, from the coffee shop, stucked in the weed-shallow
Breakin' ya neck you fuckin' bastard, making you the hallow
Sendin' thru da portal, makin' ya mutha's face sallow
Beatin' you, stealin' ya pride, puttin' to the pig's wallow
I'm ya shadow stalker, ranger Walker, killah with patent
Makin' holes in ya car, blowing home, I'm - Mr. Stormer - bro Rayment
From the Matrix - ya death waitress, waitin' fo ya on the pavement
No heart feelins bro! }:T
>>>Peace<<<
Next werd = thing
when I spit's like a side kick to your cranium
toss yo ass back across the sea to Lithuania
get sent like fedex box with stamps
better yet like a refugee in a suitcase cramped
don't get me vexed....cause when I flex
cats make bets on whose neck I break next
mic chekc: "diiiing!" - come step into the ring
I swing my mic sword at J Cross doin his thing
(just free style, what up to fans from Europe! peace, no dis to Lithuania)
n/w statistics
I'ma quad-line murder this dude..
Yo you force me to get up, so now I be standin'
Blessed with the curse from ma beats no defendin'
I snap punks like twigs, there ain't no back bendin'
Take ya FedEx rap back, fix it and try resendin!
Yo, when I'm thru on ya, they gonna mourn ya
Punched fulla holes like forms, I tried ta warn ya
Cops sort out the ballistics when I get sadistic
Note ya down in they ledger - just another statistic...
N/w galoshes
I got you forced, wha? now you get tossed
like news paper across lawn land on a motha fuckas porch
national post, reuters, bad ass W--tek
get recycled like a stack of yo hole punched documents
I make you teeth whistle you be special
like dem jerry's kids smiling on TV commercial:clap:
facial expression fixed into a permanent question:?
sitting at psychiatric sessions
severe depression, straight jacket, nauseus
didn't have a bucket so puked into galoshes
next word?
Yeah :D :D :D 'bout LTU - thnks! ;) But where's THE 'WORD'???
That ya sword, maybe just a stick or skateboard
Or something better than that - international accord
No fuckin' US image - just ya stinkin' Ford
Which was bought in the Gariunai market, forced
To buy, the poor man asked: "Where's my money source?"
You don't know how It is in the stirred up hell soak
Where the partizans died in the forests of the oaks
So don't even come up with this - burry ya evil hopes
I'm not the real gangsta like you in Toronto
But nobody gave you the right to shit onto
My land, which was a slave in the USSR frontier
Fuckin' life after the wall - break, to somebody looked like a fake
On the East and West coast you lived and didn't even know about our ache
We're livin' to exsist, our resist and pride have never been taken
So don't say that I'm not worth MC's werd - just breakin'
The lies around me, evil and spies from the politics sea shelterin'
It's the worst place of the world after the country of Lenin
Livin' like the lowest race in the WC of politicians - our home is sellin'
So don't even dare to say the shitty werds about my land
Where the beutiful wimin and brave men stand
For the last air breathe in the better world which was blent
People who wanted just the cash for our bloody hands
Of never endin' work and betrayals, givin' us just sand
Have us in their pockets, forcing to add the bullet into the socket
To make a quick suicide, they just don't want to do the clear homicide
And there's nowhere to hide... Good bye! BANG!!!
>>>Peace bro!<<< - just tired of never ending crap about my Country (It was not for you... Just for those people who think that the life is easy when you live in Miami) ;)
Next werd = cross (not me)
Sorry about no n/w last time
No Toronto gansta, dog I’m a geek
Read books, go to school and compose beats
Ain’t from da street
Though at times in my life I had shit to eat
You speak about me in broad sweeps
I know yo country’s bleak, but listen to me
poverty’s most felt in relativity
when I look at a cat next to me
rich family got a trust fund probably
no nike for me so was victim of snobbery
inequality of wealth can end up tragically
some make wages with 9mm gadgetry
now that’s yo north American equality
some race a hatchback some ferrarri
can’t fool me with bullshit of opportunity
equality that is, that concept’s screwy
that’s how it is here, some get to be da boss
of course, most motha fuckas just have to bear da cross
n/w flack
ya'll punks get the skippin like hop scotch
the whole board'll be drippin from my chops
its all about the grand hustle?
i'll show you what rustles, the muscle
this got you running scared like "boo"
ya'll ratting out more mugshots then game of guess who
be sure to grab yo bags befo you hop
cuz dead one's go "eek" from my flack
new word - poison
Yo I hear Denat's sayin, cuz I been there too
No desert-ees under my shirt, but been po' a few
Nowdays, different way, no Venture velcro shoe
Jetset to Europe, Ecuador, I shot New York thru
But ya know these things they all comin' an goin'
Rich dudes dance thru life without really knowin'
Whether sun shinin' or whether it's snowin'
Best get a big umbrella for tha bullshit they throwin'
Before I walk away, I'll take one last real breath
I once knew this dude who drank himself to death
Some nights I'd get home, he'd sleep on the front step
Depressed like fuck but not like Da Press
His shit's fucked up but not a real mess
Still booze let this mafucka cope with da stress
Couldn't check it though, even if he heard truth
Now his friends and fam wearin' black suits
Just another immigrant with East Europe roots.
Sad shit, ya best bet, outta luck, this mack
Guess he just got sick of catchin' life's flack..
n/w pop music