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tek the unique selekta resurface dead souls like the rzarectaQuote:
Originally Posted by bigben
rebel without applause silently bring justice to the cause
cuz the loss is so tremendous to the naked eye appear endless
like cycles be fuckin vicious as if my name was sid feelin repetitious....
these rap cats git punked and smacked/
fuck jumping jacks, they git jumped and jacked, thumped and cracked/
thumbs git snapped, ribs broken, lungs collapse/
double-barrel pumpy claps soon as a chump reacts/
blunts 'n gats, strapped wit it front and back/
Latunza stacks, my niggas got tons of crack/
guns go braaap! my killas have fun wit dat/
I won't stop rappin' til Big Pun comes back!
the sleeping slack slip off track derailed,Quote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
impaled with my nail gun bitch you fail,
movements leave a residue like a snail,
I follow the trail sneak up on them like HALO,
assassinated cuz nowadays they're procrastinating,
leave you exacerbated on an empty tank,
no hope like forclosures on ya property by banks
Quote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
whew.. dope lines homie... whole shit was tight tho
smashin' the mic, yo Da Don's not the amatuer type/
put hands on your ice, run a train and straight sandwich your wife/
the grimiest cats, rollin' with the shiniest gats/
baseball bats and all that, heinies and yak/
we dangerous wolves, cock and aim flames to your skulls/
your brains git dissolved if my fuckin' name is involved/
haters git smacked, pull missions, paper git stacked/
takin it back to '88 baby, makin' em clap/
sucka mc's forced to straight suck on their knees/
blow cock to reach the top, the industry's corrupted indeed/
puffin my weed, big heads git passed to the left/
shank you 20 times before you git to capture a breath/
you notice the flow, comatose my foes with a blow/
click the chainsaw and hack off Pinoccio's nose/
snitches git scarred for singing like Chico deBarge/
pussy git popped for posing, spreading asscheeks for the sarge/
git stabbed in the heart, slice ya with the jaggedest dart/
fuck all ya weak remarks, guppy you be swimmin with sharks/
shotties and nines, crossbows, and rpg's/
I'll make it hard to breath like you had a heart disease/
catch a mothafucka slippin' when he parks his V/
headshot, [chipppllooowww], now why'd you even start the beef?/
drag your body in the darkness and watch your carcass leak/
I'm the mothafuckin reason why it's hard to sleep/
I got weapons that'll git in where it's hard to reach/
I'm the big bad wolf, you better guard your sheep/
and if your skills ain't upto par with peeps/
you should leave rap alone, and find a career in playin' the saxaphone/
snap your bones, crack ya dome, pack da chrome for when the beef starts/
sweet-hearts, ain't none of y'all fuckin' wit mines/
'cause when the heat sparks you better duck, fuck tuckin' your shines/
suppertime, round table, bread, pasta and wine/
red dot on the nine, head shot from behind!
Every day there is a man
walking down the street/
And every time he turns arround
he seez nuttin but his feet/
He asks himself what to do when walking out the hall
but he cannot see that much accept another fucking wall/
This man is trapped and he is gonna get clapped
unless he gets out there real soon/
So the devil will take his soul
to the grave at noon/
Its hard being on the streets when the cops are allways waching you
coz they be waiting for the day that you trip over ya shoe/
But they wont catch me coz am one step ahead
But when a do see them, al hit them wi some led/
They are my enemy my foe, the ones i ignore
Coz most of these cops be bent till they fold/
But the truth be told
they jus a bunch of killers with no hold/
Forget the fugaze my tools blaze ya whole crews gay
They dyin' where the cows graze, on the range with their brain re-arranged
As i arrange deaths my recitals best, your just a follower followin' my footsteps
Another crooks vexed to step to the vet and get laid to rest
Call me the pest killer, so cold i'm the sun chiller
thrill ya'll with my lyrical thrillers, stay realer than most
Clutch my toast, clear my throat and battle cats on every coast
As i post flows to make you flowerheads decompose
Hit em' with swift blows with my elbows
Me and my council conquer ya spots, and set fire to ya weak scrolls
my shows dynamite, dis me and you die tonight
Beatdown clowns underneath New York city lights
Rappers duckin' from ammo knights, as we handle mics
My mentals trife blow you out quicker than candeles right
Let's get ghetto as i gat gambits with heavy metal machinery mental
Opposite of gentle i pop the popular spitters to receive credentials
Bending metal with one hand, it's death before dishonor man
This greedy sprayer, rap slayer lyrics like graffiti cans
Expand slang, slangin' rap narcotics to the streets my speech cane
Beats bang speakers get blown, as i let the chrome ring
not the same, i'm unique bury you beneath the concrete
The armed chief, hangin' mc's like a christmas reef
Yo my rhymes are so dope you could smoke it,
when you come to battle me I know you'll be chokin',
knowing the fate that awaits you,
if your lucky i'll spare pity and not erase you,
cause i'm nice like that I don't attack weak niggaz,
especially one who ain't makin' big figgaz,
everybody knows the reason why so don't try to hide it,
i'd respect you more if you didn't try to fight it,
cause your flows weak, your rhymes are whack,
even 50 cent is cashing stacks,
your a disgrace to the game, don't even mention my name,
all that will get you is an ass whoopin' and 10 minutes of fame,
i'm done with your fake ass rappin' so get the hell out my face,
get in line punk and know your place!
Explode the Bases, motha fucka Show ya Face KidQuote:
Originally Posted by lil homie
befo' i dish out Payments of Pain Quick
Adjacent Containment, A Jagged Fragment
cut's ya Vein's with Trained Slitz
Anguish, Aint shit? Face it, ya Obey This
or ya Lay Vanquish'd, imma Stay Dangerous
ya Fagz Can't Phaze or even Graze Skin
im that Anxious un Explained Gracious Saint With..
Flame Spits like Dragons, Drapin the futures like Changes
I'm the definition of a thug just ask your momma,
she had one goin' right up in her,
oh is that too graphic for y'all?
shit I don't give a fuck the bitch can suck balls,
you wonder why i'm so nasty,
maybe it's because i'm a lunatic straight from hell,
don't fuck with me I welcome wars you don't want one,
pussies get fucked while real niggaz stay on top,
damn i'm hot like 40 degrees farenheight,
your too scared to come out in the night,
your a pussy and i eat pussy for breakfast,
I might kick you in the face and snatch your necklace,
you say people dig you shit and say it's fly,
nigga, they're all tramps dumb and definately high,
so next time you see me nigga you better bow down,
or ima lay your fuckin' ass down!
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Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
fuck liked that flow, good one Don
keep killin
peace
eversick666
I ain't tryin' to start shit but that rhyme by Da Dishonourable Don quoted by eversick666 looks very familiar only with his name fitted in, i'll have to look more into that though. Maybe i'm wrong so don't bite my head off, shit there's that many rhymes written over the past 20 odd years I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway here's my rhyme:
Your real cocky on the street 'til i drop you with the heat,
I remain dope in the game,
something you can only hope to obtain,
forget about it punk, it'll never happen,
your so phony you'll end up gettin' clapped son,
oh look what i gon' done,
hurt your feelings did I?
lil' bitch! if you were real you'd take it like a man,
but you ain't so ima slap the shit outta ya in front of your fam,
that's something I can't stand,
you come up shakin' my hand,
but inside your thinkin' when will I get my chance,
bitch it'll never happen,
there can be only one,
and as long as i'm around i'll be bringin' heat like the sun,
i'll metephorically snipe you with my deadly rhymes,
you can't keep up with this shit, I spit to many lines,
it's okay though I didn't expect any better,
but you could at least come back with sumthin' half as clever,
you talk about movin' kelo's, nigga you couldn't move an pound,
don't get mad at me, it's not my fault i'm that profound,
can some remove this nigga before I rip his head off?
fuck it I might go all out and use the saw'd off,
yeah i'm into some crazy shit,
that's why i'll be on top and you'll be layin' in shit,
my rounds are the missiles, your body is the target,
be sure to know I never miss the mark trick,
don't think this is a threat bitch,
this is a fuckin' promise,
so when you meet me on the streets you better be strapped,
cause when I go all out there's no holdin' back,
i'm a savage beast which cannot be slayed,
i'll tear your lungs out and break your legs,
but don't think it's over cause before you die,
ima rip your heart out, it's over nice try!
Give me some feedback y'all I only started writting some rhymes for the first time a couple of days ago so i'm fairly new and if there were any flaws you seein the few i've wrote let me know as we can all benefit from each other to learn and be better.
peace!
so what yor tellin me here is he really must be dishonourable...
lol
any way hope it's you Don
peace
eversick666