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^^Who's Juicy J and Project Pat ?? You talkin' about 3 6 Mafia ??Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
And if you is, did you mean that as an insult or diss ??
Cause, at least them cats is signed which is more than I can say for all the wack ass cats on this web-site dropping lines or verses only about swearing how hard they are and such. Half or most all drugged up and shit on herb, or beer whatever that shit makes me laugh. Half the shit they spit makes no sense.
For the record I can flip rhymes or verses however I want. That means battle mode, dissing, making jokes, or strictly for the ladies shit. It don't matter. You name it and I can rap or rhyme about it. I got no limitations on the mic period. I am as versatile as they come. So, with all the above in mind if you gonna compare me to somebody compare to Ghost from the Wu or something like that. Ghost-Face Killah that is. That's a real Mc. The best that ever did it in the new school. And as for my opinion new school, old school, it don't matter Ghost = G.O.A.T.(Greatest of all Time).
known to start, while u jumper cable
duracell drained when u came to the table
chernobyl physics unstable
mutating genomes twist your helix like red vines
xavier read minds and enduced psychosis
prognosis of a lethal dosage,
over exposure to me in the cypher can lead to overdoses
heart failure and seizures
5-0 bagged evidence with tweezers
leave your skeleton pale as the grim reaper's
got u up all night runnin' with tweakers
feeling incompetent as america's leaders
stumble like the president, poor public speakers
hesitant to even retort
gotta your moms wishin' she chose to abort
torturous technique cause your joints to contort
in directions they weren't meant to
u don't want no beef, look like a hindu
minus the turban
drunk driver swervin' for certain
one way or another death'll drop the curtain
still searchin', for answers to how to shoulder the burden
left bloody as a virgin
the bubble gum stereo surgeon
emergin' clean from the wreckage
why am i supposed to respect kids
when they haven't paid their dues
i'd rather see them sway in a noose
intoxicated off the scent of the juice
nausea enduced, ginsing boost
scent you pigeons home to roost
i gotta couple a screws loose
offers u can't refuse, all for the dollar
pit bull sippin' odwalla
like a rotteweiler with no collar
sharks to minnows
bitches like u is all bark and sit in they kennels
no cycle of violence, only cycle they know is menstrual
bro my msn icon is the unbreakables cd cover and it wasnt a diss just a comparison 2 the brothers. juicy j did a track slob on my knob like corn on the cob and project pat is known 2 write entire verses that end with the same sound. dont hate on them they got some good shit some real real recordsQuote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
ghost is a real mc true, the best outta the wu and certainly the most adaptable. "i give respect 2 real mcs like krs 1 kool g rap buck shot busta and anyone from the east coast" -redman
i wouldnt call him GOAT but hes definitely among the top and definitely one of the top 5 most underrated mcs of all time
real mcs recognize real mcs tho so u big uppin ghost means somethin
raekwon+ghost are the illest tagteam other than cage+cumo tao
cage+tame 1,yall know cage??
no but i know that he sucks
cage is one of the dopest mcz you'd ever hear son,so don't be frontin if ya never heard of em before.
Murderous attacker, used to be a Packer line backer
Lacked a sexual life despite the riches, he masturbated wit pictures
The after math of the fact he was abused as child
Used steroids while in highschool, side effects turned him wild
Relentless competitor on the field, special teams ace
He spent his better time in the gym, Thirty four inch waist
Suspened with no pay for violating the substace abuse policy
A life tragedy in his mind ,this was the climax of his new hobby
Next day a 17 teen year old boy was hanging dead from a tree
Surrounded by flees and diseases pleased the heart of the depleted
Mentally, turned serial killer, local veteran cops say he was lonely
Physically his strenght over powered 14 victims, and that was only
The ones that were found, at nights you hear feint sounds around his house
Died in a jail cell by suicide, with a broken floresent light fixture shoved in his mouth
See Below
Word. No doubt that's all some real shit that you was saying no doubt. Word, you earned my respect cause you definelty know what your saying or talking about. At first I thought you was just another cat trying to diss someone you don't even know for fun. Being foolish or whatever. Drunk, high, or whatever just doing stupid shit like some cats like to do. But no you for real with it and got love for true hip-hop. Your knowledge and wisdom about the hip-hop or rap game speaks for itself.Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
And I also want to say maybe I went a little overboard by saying all the wack cats being unsigned on here writing wack shit that makes no sense. Cause some or a maybe a few got potential, I aint gonna lie. I was just a bit upset at the time so maybe went a little overboard with that.
Plus I never even knew that juicy j did a track slob on my knob like corn on the cob, and project pat is known 2 write entire verses that end with the same sound. Like I said you definetly earned my respect for the knowledge or info. You know what your talking about when it comes to hip-hop or rap. Ghost may not be the G.O.A.T., but his dopeness on the mic can't be denied neither as you said he's maybe underrated. Never the less, personally Ghost is one of my favorite mc's of all time still.
^O^
he covered his footprints beneath blankets of snow
walking backwards so his true direction wouldn't show
away from the destination, away from the devastation
could see his breath, moisture hung in his respiration
to keep warm, he pulled himself deep inside of his coat
and put his grip firmly around his conscious' throat
telling it to shut up and not to argue with what he was about to do
screamin at himself till his face turned blue
but his resolve was set, determined to do something he would not regret
something the world would not forget, any time soon
so with a look of disgust on his face, he kicked down the door and entered the room
no longer recognizing the place, it'd been too long
a couple of years, in the blink of an eye were gone
no one was inside, he wondered if they knew he was coming
and expected them to jump out at any moment gunning
he turned to walk up the stairs, and heard a scream as he was standing there
they had her was all that flashed through his mind, he was scared
thinking he had walked right into their traps design
he took three stairs at a time as he flew up,
doubting himself with each step thinking how he could screw up
his aim might not be precise, he might miss and hit his own wife
they might already be laying in wait, itchy trigger fingers scratched at his fate
he might not be able to handle the pressure, and end up in a psychotic state
there might be too many of them for him to take, survive the first wave and still he wouldn't be able to escape
but as he reached the top, he forced himself to set it all straight
whatever happens happens, it's at his fingertips to create
his wife was duct taped to a chair, with a gag in her mouth
behind him stood a man, two of his guns out
one at her head, and one toted wherever he pleased
he spoke slowly, "i'll shoot her if u so much as even sneeze"
imagine the stand off like high noon, tumbleweeds woulda blown by in the breeze
but this wasn't a western, it was up in an attic
with no neighbors below to complain about the racket
neither of them thought, reading their minds... all static
the sight of his wife beaten and battered was too much, he couldn't have it
even if she was a cold hearted bitch who turned him into an addict
if anyone was to ike her it'd be him
so he'd be damned if this bastard would do it again
pulling at the trigger, but ain't shit happen
the villain looked at him maliciously, then started laughin'
"take it off of safety you fool, before u get to blastin'"
then he shot him in the gut, and asked him
if he'd like to be put out of his misery, asked his wife if he should stab him
he kicked the bitch to the floor, and executed them both
howling with laughter, he sounded like a wolf
as he knelt down and checked this man's pulse
making sure he was dead, rummaging through his pockets
he came across a chain that held two golden heart lockets
opening them both to see a picture of the man with his daughter
the other one was inscribed with a note from the girl to her father
"take care of mommy, after i'm gone, with this cancer in my breast, i'm sure it won't be long, but when i die, daddy please be strong, cuz mommy will turn to the pipe for a reason to go on"
nice lil diddy there,quite the story
like that one
stay up
peace
eversick666
Damn yo, they said they was goin get em but i ain't believe it
Thought they was just some low ranked, thieves scheme'in
Fuckin 2 shots to gut, from close range
Left my mind deranged, over a drug dose exchange
Faggot ass niggas, yo somebody tells his moms
I know his sister's friend, i took her to the prom
Matter fact fuck it, we'll tell his two brothers
Get the 10 nines, and buck these mu-fuckers
They crew is bitch, full of snitches with stiches scars
Faggots fake cuz i seen't them flippin in the richest cars
THem niggas share two guns, between like eight hands
Thats how i know if we come strong they can't withstand
Problay try to fight us wit mutherfuckin paint cans
Yo on the real pull yo pants up cuz i heard they rape mans
Next night, focused like before a playoff football game
Peep them in the ford focus, let twenty bullets rain
Quick but causual, rolled out like witnesses to the tragedies
Trashed the guns in the winton dump*, everlasting battle G
Winton dump* Major Cincinnati trash dump
Aye yo,
The darts official, hits you listed in critial condition
I come to battles shittin' on mc's drunk, then i enlist my fam to my army, firearms spittin'
Splittin' blood c.r.e.a.m, earned from serving hope-less fiends
And more doe doing these shows my flows rapidly fire like m-16's
In between the hip-hop life, i sit on the porch and write anthems
And competitons slain with slang more posinous than the most posinous snake bite
I skate right over samples, and loops got women moving in my bed like their practicing with a hoola-hoop
I sip booze and bruise mentals, off the head or what i wrote with my number 2 pencil
Check my thread- this is a 15 minute spit:
She was 5'6 105 pounds, small wita round face
Loved dance music, liked the sound of bass
Rolled wit the pops at school, new half the girls in the city
Stole her phone when i was thirsty for pussy, her pearls was grity
Expensive high class, ti-bo tight ass, could bitchy at times
Banged* plenty of bitches and left stitches, around the eyes
Had beef wit plenty of girls and niggas to, so i ain't surpried
That she came to school limpin at the thighs, and recently died
Kilt, no i didn't contradict, ever heard of a high class gangsta bitch?
I just call them getto goldiggers, made drug bosses change an switch
Phone numbers, adresses, she proly fought 15 girls through adolesence
Guess she never learned her lessons,
I never fronted to her, cuz in big purse she caried a wesson
Switch blade knife, but i heard she had a gat, i'm appearing circastic
At her funeral, her whole family did her wrong, left no flowers on her casket
*banged don't mean fuck where i'm from, it means fought
flowers on her casket..
they gonna have to put these cowards in a basket or lunch box
dump glocks if i hear that any of you chumps talked
to some cops bout how i pump rocks and shut blocks down
rip ya fuckn jaw off lets hear yall lil fucks talk now
hear you been caught clown, suckn cock down in cells
lemme know how hot the fuckin weather down in hell
ima send yall weakass fakers to meetcha maker
tears on ya mommas face when she read tha paper
I'm not the one to brag, just the one to put a body in a bag/
Mc's who want it bad, watch the shottie greet ya ass/
I'm black trash..mixing the trees with hash/
An asshole shittin' on ugly hoes, then rollin' with their cash/
the gats stashed in the grass, easy access for me to blast snakes fast as they pass/
I laugh at haters wasting their time riding my cock, how long will the dickriding last? /
So what you got a mountain bike, you think it can hold ya heavy ass?/
Chickens start catching fits, that i won't be their friend with benefits/
I'm not the one to commit to some fat chick, so i had to split/
The truths coming out my mouth , like my sperm out her mouth kid/
I guess reality's hard to swallow, threre's always a better tommorow/
So get out the depression, and sorrow take that listerine and gargle/
AYO....
got yall leakin like faucets..bring'n mo cold then steve austin..retreat 2 boston../
u defeated often..retrieve ya walkman..scheme ya office..team wit horsemen../
SWORD OFF till ya BLEEDIN NAUSEAS..proceed to COFFIN..I suceed COUGHIN../
Leave ya BREATHIN DORMANT..BRONX NY- AC frequently acheive MC exhausement../!
MY VERSES absorbent.. spittin back TOXIC FORMS of RAWNESS..causin ya collapse on floor sticks../
ignore clickz who more thick..headed.. then gargoylez cuz of losses..takez time to rid-a-hardboilz../
god spoiled.. me wit MC skillz..I box royal..opponentz who knock oil..out ya domes top coil../!.
When it come to spittin' fire, my mouth errupts with lava/
Fuckin' ya wig up worse than a drunk barber/
Beef starter and life ender, hip-hop's Hurricane carter/
Hittin' enemies harder than a insurgent urgent to become a martyr/
Gettin' larger than Britney, throwin' sprears, followed by bottles of beers, and whiskey/
Whip me! These aren't the slave days i'll leave a rapper half-baked/
I grab cake and batter the jake, make em' put the brutality to a stop like anti-lock brakes/
Starting revolutionary warfare, like Nas and Lake/
Teach you hip-hop homos how to flow straight/
Take a pause and wait, fate inclosing wit haste
Don't rush...you got eternity time in hell to waste
Extermination of a whole town's race, for face-frontin
Father of this shit yo got whole cities is sonnin
King pins runnin, word up i'm becoming a legend
Ressurectin trends of legal ends, somethin from way back then
Rappers forfit when the read my prewritten scripts
Before i even spit it, they ego's split, shittin submits
Bitches laced wit stitches like shirts thats hand made
To much for bandades, but they sport the nice sand jades yo
Shades of D-wade on the court, pimpin niggas like Too $hort
Askin my assitants for reports on the fishscale imports from the seaport
Gotta tropical island resort where we snort, and escape child support
Watch natives kickin flamin balls around like soccer, its a wild sport
Anyways when my lines come correct and direct, they reflect
My sections, without second guessin, like a soldier i'm protect'in
Collectin infections, meant for my seeds i bleed the lessons
Inspect and check the wessons thats kept, deeds is bless'ins
Marked for Death for bonning hoes to death/
It's fabulous how i make rappers not breath, mc's hold ya breath/
Fuck who's the best their already dead know/
Cats say they want beef,, OK here's a dead cow/
My free-style on stage is a fee-style/
Promoters get rush n' rullet with guns loaded, if their holdin' out/
I flow without the icy chains, just gutter nigga slang/
Brain polluted from cocaine,,up all night spittin' flows bang!/
It's like the whole games a fake documentary/
A slave to the rhythm, but ain't nobody lynchin' me/
Eventually i'll go out in a hail of bullets/
But i might not, niggas hearts pump kool-aid theyr'e afraid to do it/
A bra check ya inbox
Illogikal thoughts, shooting at cops,
how did i get here?, why all these bodies drop?,
i find myself on the run, infact all night 'til the rising of the sun,
memory distorted, real vague, very confused,
reality blending with imagination, my mind'z abused,
still running, no purpose just to survive,
train of thought melting, losing control of the drive,
helicopters in the sky, still wanderin' why,
i glance round only to see the cops closing in, why do i try?
hands covered in blood i begin to recall the past,
it all makes sense now, i'm free at last,
wanted for the murder of my own wife,
unknown to myself why i done this, in the trife life,
i fall to my knees, physically, emotionally drained,
no longer in pain,
reach to my back to find a tech,
i let the shit spit i'm a nervous wreck,
feelin' the end at a near,
worries are gone i no longer fear,
the past is irrelivant, how i got here of no matter,
guns shot to the chest, then the sniper shot to the dome, my brains splatter.
hey yo,little homie ya know me,don't ya think vern is a phoney, clamin to be dope but never touched dust,14 years old and has a lust crush,about the god concept,and a pic of his sick mug,WAKE UP your the tiny bitch on this site,and it's time u shut up.at first u were like "eversick your the illest,and i heard some old ass audio u did,and damn it was village",bumpin all kind of shit like CANADA don't know how to rap,we the realist,along with every other true spot that ant' supporting your visions....
Some shit right from the dirty grit
Don't slip or trip
Tracks I rip
Like girls pussy slit inside you wanna spit
Dressed real slick bang your trick
Like moves I stick
Tight like around a gun grip
Higher than an airplane trip
For real you wanna know the deal
I'm down to rob and steel
Never tell or squeal
Or end up like an orange peeled
Code of the streets it's stamped and sealed
:dududu:
ill blur your vision wit chronic beatdowns beatdowns
i heard ya slippin caught u weak clowns downtown
put a gun in ya mouth ask where yo beef now
you just pissin ya pants shakin in fear now
hand over the cheese or get banged on
got my shades on, a Soul Survivor like Akon
aint tryna get Locked Up so i move in silence
blink and i send rounds straight thru ya eyelids
fuckin brains leak out yo head from the backside
huntin lames seekin the lead, where them rats hide?
how could i let yo little raps slide, dont Shrap fly
Im a Menace to you bitches so i cant let that ride
slap 5 fingers off your hand wit a blade mayne
put your bitch to work on the strip in da chain gang
control these hoes, blow these holes through ya body
you gon fucka fucka round til your whole crew get bodied
i get down like syndrome, with these retarted poems/
maximum carnage is shown, when verses ricohchet off domes/
Got hand skills like larry holmes, beat opponets til' their like ali/
Many mc's i see sound silly as ali g, make ya fam a tragadey like the kennedy's/
My steez is hotter than hawaii's highest degrees/
Me come wack please, that's a conspiracy like 9/11/
I grind in sessions, my lyrics are murder weapons/
watch where ya steppin' the blocks are hot after 7/
Make rappers run like the reverend, where their headed i don't know/
Alot of rappers rap it dosen't mean that theyv'e got flow/
:cool:
Okay freestyle official blast you like a missle
Taken orally like anabolic steriods you need milk thistle
To protect your liver or internal when my thoughts go off like a pistol
Roid rage your impurities like a fake crystal
My rhymes make more noise than a police whistle
Strength to any length check what I sent
Don't get me bent
I do more than just pay my rent
Inside your head like a paragraph I'll indent
Set up a tent
Militant foes prepare to decend
I forever ascend don't you dare pretend
Snakes thrown into the blend
Trying to camoflauge their trend
Never foreigner you'll need a coroner
Cause they'll find you dead on the street corner
Like movies made from Warner
Don't say I didn't warn ya'
Shots at cha'
That Gotcha'
Took your turn then you burn
And what did you earn ?
Cause that's the main concern
Nevermind the lawyers I got controlling the firm
I don't plan on catching a case on you worm
My high levels of testosterone produce gallons of sperm
Maybe leave some in your girl's perm
Make pussies wet so they squirm
They use toys to stay moist for what I got first choice
Don't even gotta use my voice
My apppearance gets first clearance
Tap your lights out than it's dissappearance
*D
disappearin persons their words had cursed em to drown
yall tryna get these bullets and be the first in ya town-
to catch a killas wrath, blood bath, slugs in yo ass
if you dont wanna die you would be shuttin yo trap
buckin yo yap gon get it blown off for disrespect
yall bitches aint down to ride, how u sposed 2 get respect?
eject shells you get spilt like some fuckin milk
my dick get built by the mouth of a bitch in some fuckin silk
a head fiend wit a red beam so whatchu wanna do
u can shut up or get fucked up, its all on u
im onto u fake fucks call me inspecta ratchet
i get real close up let you inspect a hatchet
if i detect a faggot, push em off like a jacket
get from round me, or get gaybashed u gay ass bitch!
lookin like a racket wit holes all in his ugly face
lil faze is bigtime so give him some fuckin space
My arsenal is endless like gangbangin' in cali/
It's money over bitches, hoes tossin' my salad in alleys/
In a stolen denali smokin' trees, peeing on Sally/
My style be God rally deep, i slap pillowheads out of sleep/
Lyrically walk over beats, and beat a bloody rappers brain-in/
times need changin' like shitty diapers, these fags are flamin'/
i'm aiming for the head first, sniper assasin blazin' ya network/
....
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No doubt, Your network get the pitch fork
Layed back up state New York
Getting sales putting in mad work
My thoughts overthrow any dork
Act trife and my dick will turn into a knife liable to stab you and your wife
Best strike first with a powerful burst doe quenches my thirst
You'll need a nurse I got what she had in her purse
Have you yelling it's a curse
No it's not that you just worse
Got a knife and fork sit at the table if your still able
Television cable get cut my flow is highly flammable
Like inside your tube with fire that's aimable
Flatten your doe like a tire hand me the plyer
Some super-model wanted work I might apply her
For small change I'll make her head rearrange
Employment like a strange agency jumping out the range
Operation's now got food on the table no fable DEA is mad payable
Crooked but still playable
I'll take my rooke and castle it's no hastle
Where's the hat and laso
Cowgirls wanna ride my pony real live on Sony
Someone said I looked like Tony
My last name aint Monatana but cover your head like a banadana
Cause I rock heads to bed like Santana
Maybe catch me on air in Copa Cabana
Fly honneys imported like cigars Cubana
Next to me in the hot sauna
Watch out don't get eaten by my pet parauna
Duanna bay where my keys might lay
Portorican mama's got exactly what she portray
Shining like sun rays with her hot cherry blaze
I turn panties into mayanaise
Bitches know it's not my riches but how I blaze their briches
Leave em' dead like snitches
Like a Jeanie grant wishes
Double-cross me and you brake like dishes
Plus get eaten up by the fishes
But stay loyal I reward like royal
Love girls with milk that never spoil
Government officials want me like they want oil
But my plans they'll never foil
:mexico:
Let’s go window shopping, don’t let Disney trick you,
I bought some dick lube, and some pretty shmick shoes,
My dick turned blue when the dick lube was misused,
And my shoes got ruined by the stink of piss too.
i'm back to re-claim my throne, king wizardry slang James name is known
Like Coretta scott..black widow tactics officially hot
Dippin' lyrics in pots my verses boiled let's burn a block
My turn to rock spots and cop Eddie Murphy knots
Suspect mc's avoid confrontation from an unknown angle camera shot
Slammin' hammer grammar cracks the pavement, killing hardrocks
Yo, im too dirty for soap
You can't come near, my style is too dope
When i kick this shit i leave you without hope
I suggest you find a rope to end this pain
I'm poisonous, toxic run through my veins
You running of your mouth because you need someone to blame
Rhymes on point it'll stimulate your ass like kane
You'll get addicted
To this rhymes i inflicted
You sniffed it all up in your nose
And died of overdose
Deadly overdose playgirls pose
I remain like Jesus out the grave when he arose
To those who opposed then crush all my foes
With my deadly flows destroy all egos
Stand tall like when a tree grows
To take shots center court like free-throws
Need food wack mc's eat those
Don't end up red like a rose
It's whatever you chose
When time's up your eyes close
:f
white snow's got ya mind froze, snap out of it
thought that bwoy had dough but he got macked out of it
got a 15 year old white bitch for a pimp
thought i was his ho, had to make his ass limp
hollerin murda like a bitch straight cryin for help
fuck ya 1 friend over you gon die by ya self
fuckin ugly bitches only, homie, whats wrong B
i see your punk ass, u probably wanted to blow me
tryna wife a bitch wit a young boys body
short hair wit no makeup, bitch bwoi u BATTY
fucked up on pills talkin bout "SOMEBODY ROBBED ME"
talkin to some whiteboys on a strip full of hotties
didnt want me to see dem take yo ass to the telly
thats how u lost them cellys and what did u tell me
u passed out in the backseat of a taxi cab???
know u had your ass out in the backstreet u pansy fag
u might know me,am the african rap thrreat
to every body who dont know,go get ur rap vest
cos i thump hard when hit d mic and spit
i will mess up ur stomach till u cry n shit
everybody with ur hands up,i put in jail
am the rap cop puttin all the fakes in jail
i will torture ur ass till u can afford bail
i think i throw u out cos ur breath is stale