So It Turns In 2 Rubbish... Im Not A Weirdo.. I Dont Have A Weird Do .. Its On From Tito To Tito
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So It Turns In 2 Rubbish... Im Not A Weirdo.. I Dont Have A Weird Do .. Its On From Tito To Tito
I Get It I Dont Care.. U R The World ...
Throw up ya hands, lyrics take-off like planes courtesy of Pan-Am..
In effect fam, after-effects slam n' avalanche the land..
i plan my plans, free-style ram, rambuctious mic commander..
Simplistic deadly spit chancelor, wack rapper career cancelor..
prance on ya, clap ya crap raps, shit in ya pants..
Grippin' the stamps, spit letters, lick-shots off lambs..
Black mambo man, dip-set hater, beat-down ya band..
True life living, queen looks like robin givens...
Stickin' clits to Rza rhythms, battles were winning..
Lyrics rim spinning, punch homo-thugs out of denims..
Cretins seeking enlightment, feel my lightning..
Lynguistics striking, kingdomes come fighting..
the fury frightens writers while writing..
Dangerous viking, who can spit blades like him??..
Battle excitement, exterminate mics, and mc's..
My m squeeze, rappers leave the league..
I'm at my peak high as a mountain..
My clavicle's a water fountain..
Youth guider, snaker slashin' titan..
Mighty uncut, undercover cop killer..
Pop the pop piller, face the thriller..
Miller bottle nigga head basher..
Rap heater concealer..
Were realer than most..
So here's a toast to deep thought crafters..
100 round rowdy rap raptor..
underground guardian gatling holding gambler..
Ill-side..hill-side scrambler, a terrorist like P.R...
Napalm star, bars in isolation behold the North star..
Onguard style..move the crowd like ocean waves, and missles..
Bone a chic..her man riff cut em' down to the gristle..
Silent weaponry whistles, as wimps flash pistols, n' piss clothes..
I'm forever like diamonds, rugged til' the day i'm dying..
Human hot iron, block lion without the mane..
Free-styles flame n' maim Maine contestants..
I sex chics in sections, crunch lo profession..
Approach this crab dutch with my blade cut him up with precision
Stab wounds in his mid-section the fagat wanted the attention
The dutch fagat screamed like a bitch for affection
Dutch fool was on my dick like protection
So I busted on him with rejection
His reject brain was so infect I had to di-sect in order to disinfect
He covered the mirror with his blood reflected guts ripped out of sluts
That fagat tried to escape with his homo strut that of a mut
He had no place to stay put
Took slices like pizza with blades to his face
His blood was the tomato sauce
The bread his flesh soon to be covered in moths
That dutch fagat's life permantently erased
Open heart surgery that dutch fagat got like an emergency
His death a matter of urgency
His termination occuring most certainly
It must have been his destiny
Bell one, teach the science teacher the science on rap
After i dropped the ton, the class looked dumb an one clapped
Bell two, i spit a verse in spanish to the spanish teacher
On some lyrical devil shit, so hardcore it would vanish preachers
Bell three, i schooled the history teacher, on the history of hip hop
From the newest hit, ballin, to when the oldest hit droped
Bell four,the english teacher tried to say rap is just bad poetry
I got mad, knowin me, i stopped the class, to throw a free
Style, wild shit, told the fag, now its your turn
Duke froze on the spot, an his meltin ego made the floor burn
Bell 5, study hall, guess its time to socialize
When my nigga droped a dope line, i my mind, i showed surprise
Bell 6, well kid, I built punchlines, like algerbraic equations (math class)
Bake the "pie" of rhymes, that make nazis wanna see asians
Bell 7, wood workin class, i'm thinkin bout my wood merkin ass
Bangin shit like hammers, last bell of the day, so yo i'm workin fast...
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Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
Very nice in terms of schemes in story-like fashion, plus told a good story too. As a matter of fact the whole verse fit together perfectly in terms of story-like schemes.
In a story-like fashion which all related to the topic of school or also hip-hop and rap. Very Nice. (A day in school actually I think cause of the bell 1, 2, 3, 4, etc. Very creative by the way the Bell 1, 2, 3, 4, etc. dropping a verse on every school bell. I have heard it done before with boxing match bells on certain tracks before, but never with school bells.)
:thumbup:
....:cool:
Money no taxes just telephone me paper like faxes
Out in the carribean doing maxes meaning maxing
Relaxing on the beaches with girls ripe like peaches
Most beautiful features fine exotic creatures
Came a long way from slanging in the bleachers
Had homies hanging that was into gang-banging
With chromies in every caliber blades like ex-caliber
Traveling through plots shots unraveling
Rocks hot firey red like gravel and throwing spears like javelen
Make sure the den stay stacked with yen destroyed many men
Only fakes and snakes pretend no need to extend
Had a few stay content with the jade porseline
But of course then again most get back to bargaining
Like who's in charge again with doe living large
Open heads like a garage
Then my thoughts move high speed like race cars peel off like scars
Flying heads to mars to escape being trapped by gravity like bars
:mexico:
Thanx on the real feedbackQuote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
Been on probie, bail, or in jail since Nov 4th, 2004
When can I show me, not tailed hence, free out the door
Not thinkin' about the law, not thinkin' about trips abroad
Lord, can I just be? Can I just see what it's like to live free?
My dest-iny is written, I made my own bed time to lay in it
I have no limit, to my potential, not self affirmation, actual fact statement
Patiently waitin' my jail sentence, Feb 8th I'm gonna see feds lock gates
I don't want to wind up in state, I don't wanna taste the shitty food
I don't wanna get raped by some big ass dude, oh well shouldn't dwell
On personal hell in jail cells, how many you fuckers know what I tell?
THis isn't a sell this is already bought, I've been already caught
Threaten by cops who would love to lick shots, drop me
Just for being cocky, shady, crime livin' crack baby
Save me Jesus, oh Lord I can't believe this but I've done my part
No time to start breakin' my own heart, sharp focused
I'm gonna eat like locust, hocus pocus work my magic
Till I have it, away from blue-clad badge faggots
Or wind up pushin' maggots, my cushin is lavish
Underground palace, my grave is saved...already made
Just need second to step in, then I'll be repp-in'
6 feet under, shit my feet are asunder
One in the past, and one in the future,
tryin' to succeed with no sutures
I'm done with class, I'm done with the putrid
I'm dryin' to breath, but I'll still shoot ya
:cool:...
Ay yo a dutch fagat was back on the prowl
The dutch fagat sucking dicks in trees like an owl
His asshole wet up swollen from lubrication in his towel
The fagat dutch got dicks in him than money stolen
He was old and had cancer in his colon
It didn't stop him from being gayer than any player a non-rhyme slayer
He was more like a in need of a prayer
Constantly harrased the retarded dutch got his food pissed in and such
The dutch fag loved any dick he could touch
He is not only gay but a nympho no limtitation or imitation
Looking at dicks gives the dutch fagat stimulation
Blood in his head was slow in circulation
His thought process was dicks obssessed
In his face with a sperm bath blessed
He purposely got arrested to go to jail to show his white ass pale
Inside the dutch fagat dicks sail and left him under sperm like a whale
They ran trains on the dutch fagat like the third-rail
His body left fragile and frail with his asshole bigger than books in Yale
:lmao:
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Originally Posted by Battle 1
bah.. this nigga yappin..while Im clappin his figure laughin..ya shit embarrasin..!
listen average kid..ILL BASH YA WIG with smashful hits..adaPt to wits..u sad to HIP!..
ECHO>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>hop<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
get clipped..watch..! stick partz..of this clock.. up ya SHITBOX!
so u kno what time it is!!. :lmao: CRIME has been GIVEN..GOT!..SIGN digit dots when spittin HOT..
LISTEN GOD i HIT u HARD!. u rip apart... paper MCS get torn, clipped n shot..slashed, rid, discard!
emcees iz born, tippin charts!. slippage not.. optional..but logical to ya kind and possible to FIND !! :fucku:
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Originally Posted by Aclikyano
That above shit you put up was so weak that I aint even sure if it was a diss towards me or not.
Your rhymes are so weak your not even worth getting at. But because you put this :fucku: and then qouted my shit is the only way I could tell.
Talking about listen average kid when your below average. Ha, you got some nerve. Your rhymes are so weak that if we was lifting weights you couldn't pick a 5 pound weight up. Lol, you is a joke.