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just get off my dick and drop a free in da free no b.s moving on
Temple of Darts torn apart, simple yet smart
Mental and Heart combine Physical, start
Lyrical material serious serial killer, none iller
no filler all meat, untreatable disease
please, unbeatable believe me
i'm a disaster with no relief free
crash whips masterfully, actually
never harmed, strong arm and finger
brings a man to mantis, don't chance this
i'm frantic freakin, mind wreckin' weekend
i thinkin' of bustin a fuckin beak in
Daughter of hip hop
When my lip drops time stops
Obscure thought are brought,
Lyrical expression,
Executes your guessin'
Perplexin' impressions its such a blessing.
Introspective transfer the intellect.
Im not thru after one must come two,
Immerse verbs are disbursed
I'm cursed with a skill that agitates your intelligence,
You execute fury
Im the judge, DA, and jury,
Your dismissed, be remissed
Obtain this diss from this ferocious miss,
To take pity on you I'll end it wit a kiss.....Muah!!!!!!!
I have lyrics swimming like great whites
Carcharodon Carcharias is da blood type
4.3 meters from fin to mic
Straight from da dome?
That’s where I “Burn” like Jim Rome
I excel at it like Indianapolis in red zones
Lines be “Assassins” like Sylvester Stallone
I lay’em down
Quick, like Tyson did Spinks in 1st round
Derived like verbal nouns
On da spot
Straight from da top
Don’t have time to rehearse
This a witchdoctor verse
Bambino voodoo curse
I open my mouth and’ya see da Grim Reaper
driving a hearse
Don’t know what’s worse
These MCs rhymes or Rasho Nesterovic’s NBA
contract
I score more than RZA does soundtracks
I’m strapped
Like military forces ready for combat
I rotate heads violently like cyclones
Call me ‘Full Blown’
I too am Sicka than Aidz
I’m like Deebo on a “Friday”
In a bad mood
I’ll slap Chris Tucker and Ice Cube
I’m up to no good
Terrorizing their hoods
In my slippers, on a squeaky beachcruiser
I took from ‘Red’
Step like Fishburne & Baldwin in “Fled”
Watch me break that grill like Jesus did
bread
Quote:
Originally Posted by NicNic
then she'll pop ya heads like zits,
excuse me miss, fine intelligence,
politics are irrelevent,
I stride like an elephant,
imprint thoughts into the mind,
to think outside the box and regain ya shine,
the populous of the blind is ridiculous,
this system jails crimes that are victimless,
I reach out to teach the children of the future,
morals and honest work so they don't oxidize like puter....
Hold That.Quote:
Originally Posted by bigben
My lyrical flow is matched by none,
i'm so sick, i'll slice the throat of a nun and fuck her for fun,
i'm as crazy as keith murray and redman combined,
the sound of my voice has niggaz spiritually inclined,
many have battled but failed to provail,
expectations have risen rapidly over the years,
only the strong survive and conquer their fears,
I put my mind, body & soul into this song,
but my thoughts alone prove too strong,
niggaz fall under my spell,
hypnotized in thoughtless gaze,
this goes to show there's no hope for the generation of today....
This is literally my first rhyme ever, honestly. so be eazy y'all.
better than most cats rhymin PEACEQuote:
Originally Posted by lil homie
appreciate the propz homie
Unflawed diamonds, represents my talent
Mud dogs be high on, unparalled balance
How you gone challege, when you can't empathize
These lines come as a surprise, like a tree struck by lightning
Overcompensate defensively, I offensively penetrate
One man baits, and determines your nation's fate
I hate much applause, during a freestlye,
Start to lose foucus, when the beat wild
Lyrics dirty, still keep flowin like the ohio river
Half of thirty, Currents blowin, infinite diggers
I don't accept the stereotype of the common nigga
Fuck minimum wage figures,
i maximize my mind, and make the capacity bigger
Why you holdin grudges, when you knew, you couldn't touch this
Don't pass judgement till you decipher my ryhme's justice
combustibles combusted cattle conducted,Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu banga
cud chewing cantolope cranium crushes,
mattress mustard miserable mothers muster,
strength still suffer souless serpents slumber,
sleep satellites sink deep saturating what we think....
Lollllll, :thumbup: ok dude, whatever u say, most time ive ever spent in this thread might have been 25 minutes. I dont know, i drop pretty shitty rhymes, my average lately is between 4 and 8 minutes. If your making shit up on the spot than your sick at this shit. Doesnt matter to me, I just have fun. I wasnt trying to dis you by saying u didnt right that shit on the spot. just keep doin your thing, but fuck hating on people, take that shit to the battlefield or something. peaceQuote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
losin sanity evertime we blink, wishin' for a clearer visionQuote:
Originally Posted by bigben
street wear 24/7, teach & preach but always remember the lesson
learned thru experience & observation overcoming temptations
mind sends evaluations prevent spontaneous acts of desperation..
1st one to page 100 gets to lik my balls
in society lets make our stake and stop the escalating crime rate,Quote:
Originally Posted by tekunique
as we turn a blind eye then wonder why we live amongst hate,
stuck in a blind state as fathers mothers sisters and brethren,
hope for heaven while wading in hell and closed gates 24/7,
open to viscious cycles like 7/11 the children we are forgettin,
holding drugs, smoking buds, and aiming weapons...
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!
Quote:
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
Quote:
Originally Posted by lil homie
like ya styles keep postin,not bad at all
for ya first time on the rhymes
peace eversick666
Last days I dunno if I woke up or I'm sleepin'
Cause the noise in my head makes feeling of a trippin'
I break dark, rock first two bars from any album
Then I'm chaotic all the day, every word gets too rumbled
I dunno if I chose to break my own head or what
Cuz the lyrics I overhear echo inside too phat
Lose mind, waste time waiting for another fix,
Then I ask myself who was the kid since 1986
Is it old school, Chuck D sent from heaven to break rules
Or Slim T sent from hell to kill cocksucking fools
My fists get wet, my fingers becoming shaky
And I get on point slowly cause their minds be too wacky
God wreck him, prayer of any scared child from block
And from Slim he gets a choice of being stabbed on or glocked
Like my chaotic mind, as I said, I don't give ya choice
Cuz you disrespect my paranoid set of mind toys
When I break noise, another line fires my breath
I never play, cuz Game is the cuisine of death
Even if they applaudin', in my ears they are booin
And I change weapon, their life is what they constantly losin
No excuses, I just wrote down what got on my mind in this moment
I'm a lunatic, not critically acclaimed,
I don't give a fuck i'll dump on them,
make them feel pain,
these rhymes come eazy to me,
that's cause i'm sleazy you see,
i'm kinda like King Midas minus the gold,
everything I touch turns to platinum that other shit's old,
you wonder how that is because of my first line,
it's the underground bitch and now's my time!
it's my time now cause you've enterd my world,close your eyelids down or watch me enter your girl,let it unferrel the the things ive seen a devilish being, that only whants your fuckin money son so gimme the cream,or im givein the beam stright to ya face,freebase ya soul if we lookin for mortals to taste......
support it to hate, every diffrent colour or race,dis color your face untill there
no possible trace,of feelin disgaced,got it locked into place,pump up my gauge
leave ya stuck in the waist,GARBAGE,or i'll grab i shank my new allies i'll be the carver,control the atmosphere around you due to the size of my revolver....
This playa maybe new to tha game,
but i'm hungry like a fat muthaphuckin texas citizen
yeah you know the kind,
when i'm done with pussy it's smothered in slime,
just asked your girlfriend I went up in it,
that ass was fine, god damn I hit it!
you know i'm with it,
my rhymes are on point,
i'll smoke y'all niggaz like I smoke a joint,
the heat that I bring is so intensifying it's scary,
you wonder why I mentioned that in my last line it's cause it's neccessary,
you need to know who your dealing with, a dangerous advesary.
I'm straight wreckah, runnin' mouth hard, tongue twist bang,
I'm fuckin' up ya troop on the strategy burned land
Cuz I bangin, ruinin' resistance without slangin'
You check me, cut me, fill me, make me spill bad,
Petrol on fire from my artillery
Your landing ship tank sunked in Channel from my killarmy
You beg for mercy, like a prisoner from Nam
And I shoot up inside you takin' your 21 gram
The soul is heavy like a loaded M 60
It's put up on mic and made shoot, bitch now lick it
Till the battlefield empty and my deep wound left bleeding,
But your hundred wounds sent you to last chilling
Your body ain't gon' rot, I'll burn ya in my furnace
From hell on earth I sent you to one beneath surface
and thats me eversick666 its beserk kid,go into hyperdrive mode wit the rhymes left these rappers all worthless,try back at the circus, cause you faggots are clowns,and if you think your on a higher level then bitch, im callen you down
callen you brown cause you remind me of shit,design your lines right and maybe then it i'll sound like it fits...
I'm like Wu-tang nigga, I ain't nothin' to fuck with,
you better respect my shit or get ready to duck quick,
i'll let my ak spray your brains all over the place,
then you won't be able to comeback like ma$e,
i'm the king but i don't need the crown,
only bitch niggaz bitch over pussy shit,
that ain't how I get down,
i'm hard like Mike Tyson, your about as mighty as the ducks,
your down in the last third and have ran out of luck,
shit you just one of those dirty south niggaz,
a wannabe young buck!
...a wanna be young buck,shucks, what luck, another dumb fuck,for me to slay then watch pass away,hit by a stray never the case,bruse all his face,make it a personal bout,while your bitch at my house im video camin wit my dick in her mouth,the trigger reroutes the bullet when i pull it get down...