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We rep everthing, from race to the first school we went toQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
I've been through more "shit" than tractors, fuck who u kin to
Bitchin lackers, i'm the x variable, switchin factors
Sum call me the celeb-med, the way i be "stitchin actors"
wattup CzarQuote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
STITCHIN bastardz bitchin after I SLIT THEY BLADDERZ..! dissin masses..
Lyrics hot like KITCHEN splatters!..earth cursed..but mah spirit ditchin disasters!.
listen..half yah yappaz talk dapper..but walk faster when shotz blast yah..
got blasted now uze-a-chalked matter.. ought to fought faster..
automatic caught ya talkin trash...caution..im choppin coke which is droppin folkz..
u can catch tha portion 1/2 son..abort tha class dunn n catch a lashed toungue!@
Negroid nevah avoid beef.. Ac sever ya boys reach..FACT clever but annoyed teams..
AT Times I retract verses that destroy beings-train of thought-..Im insane no flaws..
reign with jaws made from coarse..acid.. so when I spit its tragic to anyone yappin..
YO...................
YO............
you lonely like orpheans, im morphin,
ta meet the problem, like ma lines but do not rob em,
flog em like bootlegs, these words going straight to ya head,
no meaning bars just instead, keep spitting till the death,
even if im deaf i still be bettter thn the best,
call em competion but theres no contest,
unless yo nas, jay-z, biggie smalls or me,
stop frontin its one way to the grave, step ta me wit yo life yall pay,
stay sharp wit freestyles, writin rhimes all the while,
uk ta shaolin, keep it real and try not ta sin...
I'll Make It Easy.. This Is 4 .. Johnny Tical.. ! !
The Different .. Speaking Of A Dog.. But Who.. Also.. .. Drank..beer.. Right Inside.. My Sol Cerveza.. I Seen His Picture.. In My Reveries.' He Kicked Me... His Ball.. Like Saying.. You Little Bitch.. I Remember You.. What's Up.. That Was His Mentality..
Sorry .. I Know About This One. It Is. Limited.. I May Have To Translate. It Later.. But This Was A Message. To My Cousin.. Fucking Around On My Space.. He Stays In Tj.. Whenever .i Talk To Him... Or He Asks Me A Question.. I Just Start.. Rhyming.. I Answer To Him In Flow.. {in Spanish.. } And He Gets. Irritated. Cuz He Knows I Wont Shut Up.. But I Just Do. It To Try And Make Him Laugh.. Wordplay.. > So That S.. Explains.. This.. Freestyle.. {its Easier To Me To Freestyle In Spanish..off The Top .. Then It Is In English.. } I Started.. Writing. Rhymes.. In Spanish.. First..then I Went To English. > I Think Its The Same Thing Though.. Like The Style In English.. Is The Same Way In Spanish.. Enjoy..
Ah.. Vamos Ir Manana.. Se Te Cierra Yes Dick.. Ira .. Que Dijo.. Todo Limpio.. Yes Dick Es Cierto.. Se Te Cerro.. El Trasero .. Un Concierto.. Yo No Quemo.. Te Quemo.. Hueles A Queso.. Tienes.. Hoyos.. Y ... Un Apeste.. Nah.. No Salio Muy Bien.. De Veras.. Neta.. Unos Balazos. No Mames.. Afuera.. La Verdad.. Como Una. De . Doble Barril.. Fue Resio .. Tu Todo Contento.. . Alguien.. Se Fue.. Quien Sabe Estoy Aqui En La Calle. .. Pero Tengo. Sueno.. Mi Novia. Tu Ya Sabes.. Quien.. Es.. Se Me Antoja.. Esta Bien Buena.. Me Saca De Onda.. Las Canciones.. Me Sacan.. De La Cama.. Me Lavan.. La Cabeza.. Esto Es Para Ti. .. Cansado.. Pero Lo Hice.. Tengo Un Chingo.. Aver.. Dime Un Chiste.. Mejor No.. Esperate.. Hasta Manana.. Que Dijeste.. Que Te Lleve . Un Que.. Le Digo .. A Tu Papa.. Te Regana.. Que Chingados. Haces. Tu Con La.. >> Ya Estufas.. > Con Mi Cachucha.. Bailando. Como Cantinflas.. < Te Disparo. Una Chela.. Manana.. > Tu No Tomas.. Te La Pasas De Loco.. El Cocho.. Ah.. Todavia. Igual. .. No Lo He Practicado.. Todavia. Igual. Pero Chingon.. Adios.. Las Escrituras.. Como.. El Papel.. Del Alberto.. Las Paredes.. Te Revuelves.. < Ya Vete.. Mejor.. Ya Callate.. Por Favor.. Mis Novias.. Las Rucas.. De Rebelde.. < Ah.. Al Rato.. El.. Y Sigues.. Hablando.. Terminando.. Este Ensaye.. - Ya Me Voy Buey.. Al Rato...
Nobody knows my covered genious style that flows
Unknown but once it starts up it glows/
Some doubt these abilities of mine
They dull my shine/
You can drink my rhymes lke fine wine
I use my knowledge to keep others in line/
If they don't they feel the sword strike of my rhyme
By the time I'm done they ain't worth a dime/
It's like I sewed up their lip
Cuz' when I unleash my genious I make average people flip/
Walkin' through this land with a different perspective
To see this you don't need a detective/
Goin' through enemies like the sword of a shogun
No need to school novice punks as a form of fun/
I walk around with my identity behind cloak and veil
Make opponent's rhymes as slow as the mail/
Cuttin' down enimies rhymes til' they obtuse
Afterwards you'll find me chuckin' the deuce/
~C'Dub!
This one is my best.
Bat Smash ya Wack Heads for a Grand Slam That Can't Rap..
and Thats a Fact ..cuz u Recycle da same garbage like a Trash Can!
Need Your Therapy.. your whole Team Know's you "need help" Lyrically..
your whole style "Stinks" like bad B.O. ..Seriously
P.I.R be Spittin Liquidy Shells..
that'll Stick In ya Kids Wig like Mixin Jizz n Gel!
Minds Set ya Die Next cuz ya Bite every Rhyme that White Said...
but coun't Digest so u threw it back up w/ da use of da Heimlich!
Etc...i'll Bust ya like my Left Nut,
you a Threat? Neva!i'll leave ya Red like Ketchup!
ya Crew aint gonna Do Shit like a Prude Bitch..
leave ya vessel of fools in da sea like a Cruize Ship!!
Paint da Surface..with Great Pain that spits Flames from da Furnace..
.ya future is looking "Grave" n "Drapped" like Curtains!!
i ressurected hip hop with my own flesh and bones
the first bar let alone has shown im the best thats known
you're a damn whore, i'll camcord you getting owned
and Bus Nuts on you like Transport to Mental Homes
you cant do bizness like a landlord thats rentin homes
take ya assorted cash sources passports.. whatever goes
till you got no money, so bummy
you homo we aint close buddy so dont touch me
you nobodies ahead of nobody, ya head is so ugly
i'll headbutt your chest and leave ya head wit no body
due to you i do do on crews that lose
got a deuce deuce to produce dues from numerous stupid dudes
i order your groupie boo like movie food eat her coochie too
while i make beats on her juicy boobs like fruity loops
i dont give a dam so just open the flood gates
i'll keep flowing but not for the paper i must make
i hate thugs cause fake thugs hate on my thug hate
they should be left taped up with duck tape in a mud lake
you cant deal wit me gettin a deal and dats still fate
incase thats the case i'll case you in a steal case
wats real is real and whats fake is fake so ya real fake
on the mic im hard your microsoft like bill gates
my rhymes linger in the minds of devine thinkers
i write rhymes nine times einstein thinks of
at night time im the syanide line inker
my five fingers hit ya back till ya spines injured
my sales will go a mile high like a skyscraper
my tapes make you pussies shake like a vibrator
laugh now cry later when i anialate ya
precise aimer, turn your whole race to a wide crater
swipe paper from haters cause i sell what you deserve
its L to the izzer you know what it spells like a wizzard
da hell did you hizzerd i rhyme widda happy voice and
im japanese but i aint a teriyaki boy man
Mindset be brutalizing batty boy bands
rappers are soft but they get play do like a toy brand
bastids be asking to battle but get burried fast
bragging bitches bring big burners but barely blast
you bette run very fast
or find yaself lying in a hospital getting a shoe removed from ya hairy ass
:mexico:*D:thumbup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Locust
Massacres on streets, where fleets receive shots in meat..
Meat-heads gotta eat, so they pop clips, and you see runnin' feet..
Concretes covered with blood, warriors drop dead head hit wit slugs..
No love, just hood grudges, and cats hung by judicial judges..
One day your thuggin', the next you get snatched up in public..
By cops that plant drugs in your socks, know u charged for rocks..
You never copped , blocks forever hot, the heat never drops..
It's a dangerous road to be on top, many get knocked, or locked..
Some grow cess crops, shit where you eat, that make ya address hot..
Niggas die for knots of doe, souls sold freeze in a world that cold..
searching for lost treasure like gold-diggers diggin' for gold..
Photo's in albums make us realize were old..
Donating For You All... My Bus Is Taking Forever I Will Have To Wash My Hands.. Now.. Dont Be Sad.. Be Happy . The Sun Is Burning... I Had A Dream.. Today.. Somebody.. Burned. .my Rhymes.. My Poems.. Were.. Burning.. Up .. Hopefully .. Not A Bad Sign..
pinch me yo i aint awake, i better be dreamin, for god's sake
rappers enter the game with no respect, they jus take
not musicians, they entertain the masses rhymin bout cake
i aint hatin'em but they fuckin the game, makin it fake
fans that support 'em just want they body to shake
but destroying the music, the world's saddest mistake
when your heads above the clouds, watch out for the snake
peace
Drop the tie no time to waste,I a rush for MC work paste
Go along a path that on one would take get laste
Fake mc's with unoriginal word play sounding gay
Like kids that only play
Not ready for a grown man's game and they sound lame
They only bring shame everytime they attempt to spray
They heads left in dismay with thoughts striking em' like a sun ray
Move out the way with little delay I win they race like a relay
Catch em' right where they stay in a dead bed they'll lay
Aint nothing peace or okay with their rhymes sounding stale
They recycle other peoples slang their faces should turn pale
They only talking flows when they biting everything like the river flows
They must be living in denial with their heads going senial
See em' in the penial getting raped without a date crushed like a grape
There will be no great escape
:lmao:
Working jerk lurched, I preach da church
Da truth, fuck the booth, I'm too uncouth
Shoot for loot, boot groups for soup
Hungry hippo, thumbin' zippo, cig ditto
Spittle spat, spontainous raps, I cat nap
On yo steez, diseased grizzly grime bucket
Fuck it, you can't touch it, I love it & live it
Give it like I get it, grab it like I have it
It's a habit, Dag Nabit Yosemite Sam
Stick to havoc, fag blabbin' go bickety bam
Thick with jams crammed into nostril
Find me under sand, understand I'm fossil
Fuel burnin' blisterin', glistenin' shiny black
Hack, slash, stomp and crash, whistlin' whiny acts