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...When I pull it get down
Another passion of murder, another blood in my crown
It's all bout the feeling, question is survival
After fuckin' Ever or Slim pray on knees to get revival
Let me introduce nu-lifestyle, it's murderous behavior
Drugged fuckin' crimeplay and my 9 ain't yo savior,
Whichever side you take to the hell you gon make
You chose Russian roulette and your life's the stake...
(This one was quite fucked up)
yeah this lil homie dude got shit twisted or something, callin' me a biter kid?
listen, who you think you are tryin' to throw me subliminals?/
I'm the most original, critical, lyrical criminal/
spit a freestlye with no limits, cold frigid, so vivid/
Bo Riddick right hand blows breakin' your nose bridges/
go the distance, flow malicious, comatosin' snitches/
hold the biscuit, chauvinistic 'cause I pose in pictures chokin' hoes and bitches/
you know I'm sick wit it, stick di-dick to ya chick's clitoris/
spit acidic giz on her tits in less than six minutes/
triple D's da name, critically acclaimed, lyrically profane/
hysterically insane, memories of pain/
your brain energy git drained, never mention me a-gain/
another enemy gits slained, ten centuries remain/
to the next millenium, sick sadistic sex freak, I'll have sex with anything/
as long as it's female, been that drug dealer to hit your mom up with 3 rails/
horny fat bitches beggin for a picture of Da Don's shlong in a e-mail 'cause they gone off the E pills!
Aight then, who this nigga think is gettin' shit twisted?
you've bitten off more than you can chew bitch, put down the biscuit,
you claim to be the most original, critical, lyrical criminal,
you don't even write your own rhymes, that shit's unforgivable,
next you'll bite my rhymes, that's why yours are explicit too,
now I would have let shit slide but you had to make it personal,
by the time I finish with you, your mom's won't even recognise you,
no ones gone be here to rescue you, you lost your friends they despise you,
they seen the bitch in you, your transparent like glass,
it don't matter you striked first ima have the last laugh,
you see it's funny to me how you think you can diss me,
you could stand with a gun point blank to my head and still you'd miss me,
cause your a pussy, you fire blanks, you can't even bust a nutt,
you better think twice next time before you try to tear shit up,
and still you haven't changed I thought you came here to fight me?
your like Mike Tyson, you just came here to bite me,
I spit rhymes so hard it causes explosions,
we're online nigga so you can call me the deadily trojan,
i'll delete you like you were never there,
you talk about fuckin' bitches, you ain't met a girl in your life,
your just a lil' geek so play quiet like mice,
and before you reply, remember this,
you better be prepared to finish what you started bitch!
reppin it my ninja
suuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
peace
eversick666
kid you're a fag, wanna battle me meet me in the battlefield, 100 bars muddafuckka! WHO'S BITIN'? YOUR MOM'S BITIN' THE TIP OF MY DICK!
LMAO
Chill man I'm just fuckin' wit' ya. Good battle though I enjoyed it lol.
LMAOQuote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
chill chill don't wile out so fast,be professinal set up the battle
besides no one is bitin for fuck sake don't think so at least
and if is, good fucken chomp...
peace
eversick666
yo to change the subject im let u have a taste of my rhyme's just a taster tho:
im not tryin to reach the fame, i just love this music game
ive listen to the best,for me ther was no time to rest
now im puttin my mind to the test, to be better than the rest.
My flow is unfathomal, im still on the grow, in the prime plenty of time to take
this world and make it mine, can u grind with me can u take the time and testify with me.
with wisdom im ahead of my years, ive seen so many tears through bombing and killin
children and women fearin from tyrants tht destroy civilization, were talkin bout the political stations,
i hear people claimin to be criminals, but all thts subliminal,
i aint makin myself out to be somthin im not, i just like to rap alot, is tht a crime, should i do the time
as so many have b4, with their feet firmly on the floor makin a livin to feed their families to live happily.
if a poor man steels bread does tht make him a criminal,or is he tryin to make live worth more liveable
with the foes we know we should fear, for more will perish through the system we call life,
hard times fall, thru god's call we need not haste for we will be in tht better place.
Since I came to fame, I've murdered a lot of niggaz lyrically, they're dyin',
I contemplate leaving this rap game, is it worth continuing?, I ain't even tryin',
I smoke some weed with my homies then open my book of rhymes,
my lyrics can be so deep when i'm in the right state of mind,
it's like I leave the earth and enter another planet,
sometimes I wonder why i've been blessed with these gifts,
if you need proof there's a god look no further than this,
the evolution of man has progressed throughout thousands of years,
but still we're living in a world without peace,
just think, if we worked together all the pain would cease.
.... get the FUCK OUT!!!!
When I step up on the floor
You are lucky if you get just dissed as fuckin' Al Gore
Cuz Slim T is up on the word to flood wit wisdom,
That's why uniforms dislike me, they call it terrorismo
You'll see me in the shape of Iraqi guerilla
Danger without filler, it'll sound like skrilla
Whoever disses darkman, bitch betta get familliar
With fall to black depth cause Slim lyrical killah
And my gun is known for changing directions,
For starters I kill goverment, THEN other disrespections
I erased two words from my credo: "No fighting"
And now I'm spillin' lines, in your mind I be writing
Next second maybe firing, few lifes maybe downing
You know Slim T devoted to revolution announcing
Since I came to fame, I've murdered a lot of niggaz lyrically, they're dyin',
I contemplate leaving this rap game, is it worth continuing?, I ain't even tryin',
I smoke some weed with my homies then open my book of rhymes,
my lyrics can be so deep when i'm in the right state of mind,
it's like I leave the earth and enter another planet,
sometimes I wonder why i've been blessed with these gifts,
if you need proof there's a god look no further than this,
the evolution of man has progressed throughout thousands of years,
but still we're living in a world without peace,
just think, if we worked together all the pain would cease.
For constructive critisism, the red lines lines don't rhyme at all. You can't just stick lines in that don't rhyme with the next one or the one before. Unless thats your style.
the pain would cease but at what price?,
the cats scratch at mice as eagles catch flight,
the gats will ignite before we can ever unite,
the syndrome of living as a infected victim,
with sick scum sadistically selecting the income,
the boredom of living an average life,
seduces the scattered lifes like innocent battered wives,
accepting their shattered cries self esteem out of align,
I've seen children mistreated and beaten until numb,
I've seen dopefiend parents neglect their young ones,
its now a way of life complacency is how we fail right?,
we stay on hype fuck changing! erasing any ray of light,
I can't sleep because friends and family are vanishing,
its damaging watching television at family gatherings,
unflattering is how we are stereotyped,
mad at the world bumping ignorant Radio hype....
yo bro i like tht flow rite ther nice bigben, unfathomal shit bro! :D
BIG FORCE HIT homes...NIG ALL THIS known..when steppin TO AC...Quote:
Originally Posted by bigben
risk ALL then BLOW..enemies down wit HITS slaughtah KIDS domes!.
IMPORTED rich phones..to keep contact..wit BIGBEN n ARMED cats....
STICK MEN wit BOMB BATS..HARM that BITCH u KNOW..then ON path..
Continue..FAR MAP..FOG FLASH..thru FOREST fullah DARK TRAPS.......
FRONT like u IGNORE HOT SLASH..but u GOT HAD..gutted from butted bulletz...
Im tha type-a-nigga to run n pull it.. no bullshit.. full clipz empty in dull pits..
nuff tah make ya skull split..fuck IGN.. u can "WUL THIS"!...........................
RIS
im like shampoo the way i get rubbed onta ya scalpQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
no screamin fa help i sting like a whippin ya skin wit a belt
hell victim's fell, chicken's yell, i just say bitch spittin liquid shells
hittin fell-a's, swell ya melt ya like sum cheeda cheese
betta leave before the baretta with da suprresor seek
ya head n cheek, bled extreme, im the deputy n chief
enemies is all dead ta me like peace, please forget about it
i'll have ya flee before i even finish with a word..or pronounce it.
ya gay ...gettin aroused by dicks, i pound and hit ya down ta fix
ya arsenal, particles, start ta show im sicc like i barf'd atrocious
im the coldest, flow with my homies, that sold spits ta gold artists
we glow in the darkest parts of the heart of thugs..smart n tough
sexy as hell dudeQuote:
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
brought the blade ta off the fags, soft like freshly baked gourmet's
whores beg ta explore more and more of this horses stag
porcelain face, portraits erased, like ya forfeit fame, forced ta save
any corpse in pain, afford ta rage in a mourn and fag, lord is saved
praise the lord, explain ta the rain why it sways and pours, page it turns
pir ta my death, see'n stars is my quest, keep'n smart and no less.
then a dark adolescent, added pressure does't help the filled urns
ill sir, like freshly printed bills sure..i built empires, that neva fell from flyers
word shit is ill spoken, spittin so ya opponet will forfeit ya heard??
man everyone sleepin on AC.. do that u can sleep wit da cats in tha alley..
why is it niggaz sit roun like culdis in cali? when I spit.. tallies rally my vote..
u from tha valley? but froze..! cant rep..stammer ya head wit spokes..!
hammer ya red till throat spurts..n choke thirst.. rappin ona MIC wit broke nervez..!?
I hope squirtz of bleach will clean ya speech so u reach a high vocab in weeks..!
Ina rush..brush ya teef..cuz ya style similar to ya beatz..str8 wackness..delete!.
retreat..and seek..professional skillizm..I will end him..throw vegetables im still phat!..
noise? kill that.. I fill hatz wit real rap..prizms of decision lack ya build-of-attackz..!
and respect for ME?? I got feilds of sum daps!! yeild sum dum catz..who step crooked..
fucc those who rep brookyln..itz bout tha BX.. niggaz get left shookin..death bookin..
sons be crept lookin..I walk hed woopin..stylez beyond rookie..aint noone took me..
faint - Im known to cook KEYS..smash tha nooks u bleed..of tha face ya keen tah hooks!!.
replace ya spleen..misplaced ya knee tryna step..rib cage done beam a hit from me..
Im re-postin this here because i put it in the wrong thread b4. Thas what happens when u got 4 windows of the same site open yo. lol
Im makin tha dead presidents, heavily packed like sediments//
evidence gets erased when i slay em then burn they residence//
listen, heres tha lesson: im spittin until perfection is evident//
my malevolent tendencies slash ya Larynix//
oops, i can't spell, tha black demon from hell//
tonite im comin like Freddy Krueger, so i hope you've slept well//
in tha meantime, i let u live to kick a sicker rhyme//
while 'General Subliminal' limits ya lifeline//
feedback pleez. Thas str8 freestyle, so lemme kno how i did. Pe@cE yo.
My skills potent never lifted a gun but I'm still hopin/
When my grill opens everything I say is real spoken/
My compound syllable sound combines cynical/
Words for yo spiritual growth with Line for line lyrical/
Truth spitten in the booth. I represent and set precidents/
People aim for a dead president to get hands on the dead presidents/
I pray to my God answers to help me to turn and push/
Give me a sign to save my people thru guidance of a burnin bush/
mess with me its personal, on the scene burnin dro
learn ta grow, ta a worthless person with no courage
then switch modes fuck beta, im digital ill wit flow
skills im pro, fa real ya know, neva diminish or go
always relentless like a criminal, not typical, or predictable
i'll hit ya ho, with this dick thats bigga then missles yo
a individual that is invincible, and can't be seen cuz im invisibile
Yo, lil homie be runnin' shit, that's undeniable,
niggaz be be tryin' to knock me, impossible their flows' just not viable,
I cut through them with simplicity, like a samurai sword through domes,
most kats can't handle it, they're hidin' in they homes,
my intellect is one of our many differences,
I would carry on further but I don't wanna magnify they're insignificance,
I'm like Gza so they should call me Genius,
most katz don't diss me cause they know their moms been sucking my penis,
worshipping it like jesus then having seizures,
begging me for more like Oliver Twist sayin', "please sir",
just when y'all think you got me i'm gone,
i'll just move up another level to elevate the song,
i'm untouchable unlike no other,
fuck wit' me and you'll get striked by thunder,
yes the great lil homie be controllin' the elements like jesus,
now my rhymes will literally shatter your bones to pieces,
then it'll officially be the end of a fake ass species.
Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
cut you up strike ya till the partz are divisable,the force of my rap stature left yall in critical,metaforical lyrical left ya state in the shape,get real rugged,ladies love it after snorting the 8th,enjoyin the taste,base in my choice in the matter ,smoke up all ya weed,im a blazen disaster....
witness the unparalelled motion
of the fighter that shows no emotion
knowlege stretches farther than the ocean
jump like start me like a pair of pumas
eyes glow red like akuma
you lie about knowing my style but really...who does?
Age'n since my Last Verse, i Weigh In and already Became Champ of da UniverseQuote:
Originally Posted by Eversick666
Grew with Words, i Knew I'd Serve a Purpose, and Purchased Courage
from a Merchant, My Burden is Burnin'..someone help its Urgent!!
me and EverSick Never Slip we sum Specalist's, Foreva 666
leave'n more infa Redz on ya Skin, we could call ya a Freckled Kid
Better Dip, or else we'll make it Public like da Letterman Show
Dead on da Floo' should of Known not ta Show ya Ego So..
we sum Amigo'z Yo, with more Illegal Blow we could Seize a Casino Slow
dident get my courage from a merchant already had it,all i needed to do was save up some dough to cop a ratchet,then blast it at the nearist disease 6 shooter so big make a grown man fall to his kneez,harsher than 2nd degree,3rd 4th,5th n 6th triple digits,explict rhymes,juss visit my library of crime place in my mind for a random picking of mine,shine so much i think that im DIEING........Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
I Analyze Friends, Back when i was a Guy that didn't Realise ThenQuote:
Originally Posted by Eversick666
like my EyeLids woun't Find My Time Spent..Shinnin' Righteous
da White Kid, dat Writes Things, Surpised he's Comprised These
Dynasty's start Rivalry's, in all different Varieties, Design Unique
Keep Lines fa Weeks, so i can Finally Free my Anxiety
make most leak what vampires eat
feast on creeps my satyrs unique
i retire the weak thats too tired to speak
i was hired to seek what inspired the priest
unadmired and sheek reppin the number of the beast
my hunger after slumber was juxed and teased
cause mc's spit weak claimin they cant be beat
Quote:
Originally Posted by tha god concept
mind intertwined with your perception of sleep,hauntin the sheets,where the women they bloody desiest,muddy the beast after hunting the streets for some thing to eat,feast,devour the weak,tastey morsils and more so rippen your whole soul from the head to the torso.....
Bored..So.. i move Towards Foes naw not Solo, leave em comatose
Flows is Scope'n my enemies Dome Quick, Episode lets ya know
if ya still gonna set a soul in a inferno, microscope fiasco
beat ass yo, keep cash fo' all the police assholes that patrol
where i am known, high and afloat in da sky is where i compose
my lines control, although i awoke alone, i walk with a bright cyclone
sights gone, but i still fight strong, might doze inta a hyped form..
sumtymes i stare at the sky and contimplate life from all angles
am i one of godz children ?? or one of satans many angels??
who the fuck r u 2 even say there is a god 2 pray 2
at 5 i chopped off my first snakes head and gave it 2 my teacher in day skool
i became tha man i am 2day from not listnin 2 they rules
this life is tainted like little kids pissy play pools
masses of millions taught 2 fear , grow hate and become suspicious
every1 eaten off the same plate but aint no1 doin the dishes
respect yoself , life and fullfill your own wishes
maybe then this werld we live in wont seem so fuckin vicious
I'm the man that haunts the blinds dreams/
I'm not even alive I'm a ghost trapped in a rhyme scheme/
I'm sick and deranged bastard with morally wrong habits/
I'll kill you. Go to yo funeral and open ya closed casket/
And throw in a stick of dynamite and a couple lit matches/
Pray with the rest of ya family and hope the shit catches/
And just to top the job off with some more sick tactics/
Eatin the fryin corpse then I'll swallow some antiacids/
Then french kiss yo mom with crumbs still in my mouth/
while my boys got yo chick in the back of ya hearse turnin her out/
^O^
Why tha fucc keyboardz got CAPSlocks.. when theres SHIFT?..
I clap blocks wit clips shellz hit rocks n dent ya bent..SHIT!!..
Aggression sift intah mah mist which iz Y im so pissed!!...
think Lifez bliss..awaken to swiss..NY forsaken n dissed...
government patronize while hangin da poor offa cliff.......
why tax us instead tha rich..special wish from kidz aint granted..
unless pennies tossed ina water well..FBI collectz n all is managed..
call up cellz..so it can damage brainwavez n slaughter ya mainframe..
radiation from satelitte chase chattaz fah days..human destruction..change..
pplz taught random BS..aint noone equal thatz just standard free mess..
seek less and train more.. keep dressed I slain boars thru doors actin genius...
tryna hide camo'd in tree leaves n bark pieces..I start weavin..dart cease ya..
QUICK TYPE UP - 5min
rapper on the mic called the m . i . c .
rockin it steady rockin it for free
heavy on the mental keep the flow ready
to proceed and multipy 6 times and proceed
to give all rap fiends fixes...
climb out of ditches, each lines the flow switches, like witches, i dont eat green eggs sandwitches, masterpieces is all my mind gives me, i say a word and it fixes it up quickly, spits it and in amazement its blazin, any occasion and specially on a vacation. diggin in the crates and my fingers get dusty, hold the mic so much im callas'd and krusty, rhyming on the mic is just a must b, yes sincerly , b
yo i begin to start this flow, as i puff on that hydro,
shall i use the white O, sweets, phillies, or optimos,
sitting in a market place trying pick some fruit,
somethin fresh picked str8 from the root,
peaches yell from those wierd ass presidents, (Remember Presidents of the USA- Peaches, haha)
girls scream for the cream with that thick strawberry scent,
vines swing to make wine droppin them grapes,
aiyo fuck using them papes, shit i really like how that honey tastes
sticky and grimmy attracking the bee's,
sting to the nose, and thas what i chose,
phillies honey's, time to make things funny,
puff puff pass, stopping campin on the grass,
cough, choke, cough, make u wanna croak,
sticky icky green is the only shit i toke,
time to wake up and blow some coke.
1 full moon, 2 dirty goons/
3 gunshots 4 o'clock in da morn/
5-0 coming, keep 6 for the swarm/
7 young thugs who slung drugs by the store/
channel 8 news coverage, a stabbing commences/
while 9 witnesses seen what happened in the trenches/
10 corrupt cops in your drugspot, coincidence?/
11 division taking your mugshots and fingerprints/ {11 division, precinct 11}
12 man jury deciding your innocence/
13's the eye of the beast/
at 14 was striving to eat/
15 schemes, we pull this shit clean/
then we can celebrate like Vicky's sweet 16/
17 crackrocks in a bag/
18 shots from the mag, another body drops on the ave/
19 soldiers die in the war/
a 20 year old helicopter pilot lies on the floor, beggin for dearlife/
21 grams, seven short from an ounce/
22 was the caliber tool forced in your mouth!
just going on randomly...
23 jordan jersey sportin..24 hours pass till tha orbit..Quote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
25 my age 26 pages of ACS Spits if u go back quick!!..
27 hungry legends blugeoned death battlin me in texts...*D
28 steps in tha projectz..on a single staircase..! mingle wit mah fan base..
29 gummy lines spit..stick inside ya sinuses..infected viruses..
30 iz tha age u die kid..immune to voilence..silence implyed...
31 cop cars ina precint..n only 32 black folkz beat wit free picks..(this year)
33 ima be powerful like jesus- when he died.. but carryin rymez instead of T stick..
34 dirty shores had contaminated oil hords spilled..boiled..fish? all killed..
35 figures of hangers..helis n jets..36 chambaz of DEAF niggaz in anguish..
37 fuccaz die-a-year embellishin in threats..38 caliber to ya chest ridge...
39 iz tha oldest chick I had sex wit..!
40's I guzzle..puzzled..muzzled by ruffle chipz..got munchez juss smoked a dutchy nigga im hungry.. :{
wearin sportin
Conceal the vital tactics, that are needed to gain access
To the many royal habitats, you wish to conquer like Aztechs/
But tell me, why must you attempt, to take over what you can't
Are you jelly? Does land represent sugar to you, as to an ant?/
Many lives will be lost, for a extremely senseless cause
Because of this, the people rebel and excel, at any cost/
I will lead them in thier fight, to reunite good and right
Frontline warrior, many swords will clash and shatter despite/
Your commands of sanity, contradicted your dumb actions
Killing relentlessly, with simple problems used as distractions/
From whats really going on, your life is pending on this song
I'm about to efface the fake, and show them whats truely wrong/