So It Turns In 2 Rubbish... Im Not A Weirdo.. I Dont Have A Weird Do .. Its On From Tito To Tito
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So It Turns In 2 Rubbish... Im Not A Weirdo.. I Dont Have A Weird Do .. Its On From Tito To Tito
I Get It I Dont Care.. U R The World ...
Throw up ya hands, lyrics take-off like planes courtesy of Pan-Am..
In effect fam, after-effects slam n' avalanche the land..
i plan my plans, free-style ram, rambuctious mic commander..
Simplistic deadly spit chancelor, wack rapper career cancelor..
prance on ya, clap ya crap raps, shit in ya pants..
Grippin' the stamps, spit letters, lick-shots off lambs..
Black mambo man, dip-set hater, beat-down ya band..
True life living, queen looks like robin givens...
Stickin' clits to Rza rhythms, battles were winning..
Lyrics rim spinning, punch homo-thugs out of denims..
Cretins seeking enlightment, feel my lightning..
Lynguistics striking, kingdomes come fighting..
the fury frightens writers while writing..
Dangerous viking, who can spit blades like him??..
Battle excitement, exterminate mics, and mc's..
My m squeeze, rappers leave the league..
I'm at my peak high as a mountain..
My clavicle's a water fountain..
Youth guider, snaker slashin' titan..
Mighty uncut, undercover cop killer..
Pop the pop piller, face the thriller..
Miller bottle nigga head basher..
Rap heater concealer..
Were realer than most..
So here's a toast to deep thought crafters..
100 round rowdy rap raptor..
underground guardian gatling holding gambler..
Ill-side..hill-side scrambler, a terrorist like P.R...
Napalm star, bars in isolation behold the North star..
Onguard style..move the crowd like ocean waves, and missles..
Bone a chic..her man riff cut em' down to the gristle..
Silent weaponry whistles, as wimps flash pistols, n' piss clothes..
I'm forever like diamonds, rugged til' the day i'm dying..
Human hot iron, block lion without the mane..
Free-styles flame n' maim Maine contestants..
I sex chics in sections, crunch lo profession..
Approach this crab dutch with my blade cut him up with precision
Stab wounds in his mid-section the fagat wanted the attention
The dutch fagat screamed like a bitch for affection
Dutch fool was on my dick like protection
So I busted on him with rejection
His reject brain was so infect I had to di-sect in order to disinfect
He covered the mirror with his blood reflected guts ripped out of sluts
That fagat tried to escape with his homo strut that of a mut
He had no place to stay put
Took slices like pizza with blades to his face
His blood was the tomato sauce
The bread his flesh soon to be covered in moths
That dutch fagat's life permantently erased
Open heart surgery that dutch fagat got like an emergency
His death a matter of urgency
His termination occuring most certainly
It must have been his destiny
Bell one, teach the science teacher the science on rap
After i dropped the ton, the class looked dumb an one clapped
Bell two, i spit a verse in spanish to the spanish teacher
On some lyrical devil shit, so hardcore it would vanish preachers
Bell three, i schooled the history teacher, on the history of hip hop
From the newest hit, ballin, to when the oldest hit droped
Bell four,the english teacher tried to say rap is just bad poetry
I got mad, knowin me, i stopped the class, to throw a free
Style, wild shit, told the fag, now its your turn
Duke froze on the spot, an his meltin ego made the floor burn
Bell 5, study hall, guess its time to socialize
When my nigga droped a dope line, i my mind, i showed surprise
Bell 6, well kid, I built punchlines, like algerbraic equations (math class)
Bake the "pie" of rhymes, that make nazis wanna see asians
Bell 7, wood workin class, i'm thinkin bout my wood merkin ass
Bangin shit like hammers, last bell of the day, so yo i'm workin fast...
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Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
Very nice in terms of schemes in story-like fashion, plus told a good story too. As a matter of fact the whole verse fit together perfectly in terms of story-like schemes.
In a story-like fashion which all related to the topic of school or also hip-hop and rap. Very Nice. (A day in school actually I think cause of the bell 1, 2, 3, 4, etc. Very creative by the way the Bell 1, 2, 3, 4, etc. dropping a verse on every school bell. I have heard it done before with boxing match bells on certain tracks before, but never with school bells.)
:thumbup:
....:cool:
Money no taxes just telephone me paper like faxes
Out in the carribean doing maxes meaning maxing
Relaxing on the beaches with girls ripe like peaches
Most beautiful features fine exotic creatures
Came a long way from slanging in the bleachers
Had homies hanging that was into gang-banging
With chromies in every caliber blades like ex-caliber
Traveling through plots shots unraveling
Rocks hot firey red like gravel and throwing spears like javelen
Make sure the den stay stacked with yen destroyed many men
Only fakes and snakes pretend no need to extend
Had a few stay content with the jade porseline
But of course then again most get back to bargaining
Like who's in charge again with doe living large
Open heads like a garage
Then my thoughts move high speed like race cars peel off like scars
Flying heads to mars to escape being trapped by gravity like bars
:mexico:
Thanx on the real feedbackQuote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
Been on probie, bail, or in jail since Nov 4th, 2004
When can I show me, not tailed hence, free out the door
Not thinkin' about the law, not thinkin' about trips abroad
Lord, can I just be? Can I just see what it's like to live free?
My dest-iny is written, I made my own bed time to lay in it
I have no limit, to my potential, not self affirmation, actual fact statement
Patiently waitin' my jail sentence, Feb 8th I'm gonna see feds lock gates
I don't want to wind up in state, I don't wanna taste the shitty food
I don't wanna get raped by some big ass dude, oh well shouldn't dwell
On personal hell in jail cells, how many you fuckers know what I tell?
THis isn't a sell this is already bought, I've been already caught
Threaten by cops who would love to lick shots, drop me
Just for being cocky, shady, crime livin' crack baby
Save me Jesus, oh Lord I can't believe this but I've done my part
No time to start breakin' my own heart, sharp focused
I'm gonna eat like locust, hocus pocus work my magic
Till I have it, away from blue-clad badge faggots
Or wind up pushin' maggots, my cushin is lavish
Underground palace, my grave is saved...already made
Just need second to step in, then I'll be repp-in'
6 feet under, shit my feet are asunder
One in the past, and one in the future,
tryin' to succeed with no sutures
I'm done with class, I'm done with the putrid
I'm dryin' to breath, but I'll still shoot ya
:cool:...
Ay yo a dutch fagat was back on the prowl
The dutch fagat sucking dicks in trees like an owl
His asshole wet up swollen from lubrication in his towel
The fagat dutch got dicks in him than money stolen
He was old and had cancer in his colon
It didn't stop him from being gayer than any player a non-rhyme slayer
He was more like a in need of a prayer
Constantly harrased the retarded dutch got his food pissed in and such
The dutch fag loved any dick he could touch
He is not only gay but a nympho no limtitation or imitation
Looking at dicks gives the dutch fagat stimulation
Blood in his head was slow in circulation
His thought process was dicks obssessed
In his face with a sperm bath blessed
He purposely got arrested to go to jail to show his white ass pale
Inside the dutch fagat dicks sail and left him under sperm like a whale
They ran trains on the dutch fagat like the third-rail
His body left fragile and frail with his asshole bigger than books in Yale
:lmao:
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Originally Posted by Battle 1
bah.. this nigga yappin..while Im clappin his figure laughin..ya shit embarrasin..!
listen average kid..ILL BASH YA WIG with smashful hits..adaPt to wits..u sad to HIP!..
ECHO>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>hop<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
get clipped..watch..! stick partz..of this clock.. up ya SHITBOX!
so u kno what time it is!!. :lmao: CRIME has been GIVEN..GOT!..SIGN digit dots when spittin HOT..
LISTEN GOD i HIT u HARD!. u rip apart... paper MCS get torn, clipped n shot..slashed, rid, discard!
emcees iz born, tippin charts!. slippage not.. optional..but logical to ya kind and possible to FIND !! :fucku:
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Originally Posted by Aclikyano
That above shit you put up was so weak that I aint even sure if it was a diss towards me or not.
Your rhymes are so weak your not even worth getting at. But because you put this :fucku: and then qouted my shit is the only way I could tell.
Talking about listen average kid when your below average. Ha, you got some nerve. Your rhymes are so weak that if we was lifting weights you couldn't pick a 5 pound weight up. Lol, you is a joke.
Eliminition of a crab mc faking his true location
Don't matter death is his final destination
His rhymes so weak causing no irritations
His posts bound to his neck choking on his own fustrations
He's an Mc animal mutation found with no ammunition
Portrait of a fake clip living his life in animation
Definitions of his rhymes unholy like swine drunk of wine pure retardation
His head to big for his shoulders so he needs a decapitation
In bold letters as I take his propz like capitalization
School his savage ass bring him into civlization
He's been living amongst wild pigs with no wigs tied to twigs
He don't know the time can't do the math lacking figs (figures)
|)
ROFL SO JUST CUZ I PUT A SMILY IN MY RAPS MEAN MY RAPS IS WEAK NIGGA?... BAAAAHAHHAAH nigga GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE u EMOTIONAL WRECK!.Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
LOOK ATCHU U DUMBASS NIGGA (BELOW)
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Originally Posted by Battle NONE!
ONE!
TWO!Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle NONE!
THREE for no fuccin reason cuz u think niggaz like ya "SHIT" which they do cuz its just that... "SHIT"Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle NONE!
FOUR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle NONE!
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS U TALKIN BOUT HEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRB?!????
thought so nigga WHAT!.
nigga shut tha fuck up and stop bein a lil girl about shit.. :'o (fuccin baby)
u dumbass nigga why U GOIN FUCCIN REPLY with that cornball cry out INSTEAD of spittin ??..
come on nigga u cant spit for shit if u tryed nigga.. get lost!
NIGGA.. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HOT ASS STANKIN GARBAGE?Quote:
Inside the dutch fagat dicks sail and left him under sperm like a whale
They ran trains on the dutch fagat like the third-rail
His body left fragile and frail with his asshole bigger than books in Yale
U CANT FLOW.. U GOT NO MULTS NIGGA.. U AINT SHIT :looking: ..!
Pelham bay BRONX NEWYORK- pugsley ave nigga what.. front on theez NUTS in ya mouth herb ass pussy! (ROFL!)Quote:
faking his true location
DONT GET MAD CUZ U A SUBURBAN ASS BITCH MADE PUSSY!
(its goin be aight!! BOOOOOOY!!)
// NAH BUT INSTEAD BE LIKE ME AND SPIT LIKE A REAL MC \\
----------------------------------------------------------
SON...
Ill shatter ya bones.. shit on ya matter that froze..spit on ya ashes thats blown...
split ya cabbage (ya dome!!)..stressin like a bitch with the chatter u flow!.
(got damn)
WERE ya MULTS AT? and ya HOOD REP? nah ya chill wit CULT PACKS follow they footsteps!!.
ya got NO SKILLZ! BATTLE 1? more like BATTLE NONE! Ill crash ya ONCE!. smash ya GUTS!.
u getz smoked like BLUNTS!. stabbed wit SPOKES from RUTS!. claim u tha SHIT? yea u STUNK!!.
certainly and destiny DONT RYME HERB! u cudnt go off tha hed. if I WROTE 5 WORDS!.
why? cuz u nerd!.
come to NY u str8 DIE on tha CURB.. Im tha WORLD u BURNED from tha fire of earth!..
before he made an ENTIRE WORTH he had to RETIRE hiz JERZ!. man u aint RYMIN.. u SERVED!.
Climbin Emcee Ladders?. get MERKED!. cant flow wit TEXT..so WHY LEARN? u DRY n BURNT!.
too late fah butta skillz! u nuthin still!. front get killed!. ya style old like dusted sills!!
so bruthaz CHILL!. got CUT n BILLED!. broke ass FUCCA..no wiLL!. ya mind foggy like smoke DRO BUILD!
tryna pour knowledge on this cat!.. but U slow filled..! I ROAST HILLZ of KILLAS who spoke ILL..!.
WHAT NIGGA.. get off my territory.
Stay clean, after fifty bars i still stay mean
I sell in february, to my late school year-may pheens
On this side, the hay's green, whats it like in N-Y?
"Aclikyano" i'm on some anchient shit dun, i've been "live"
"Battle one", now don't turn into a rattled one
My lines gun "beef", like i'm shootin at a cattle run
Renivation, lets see what these two cats is made of
Instigation, I'ma get weak, when sumbody's raps get sprayed up
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Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Your territory, please your asshole aint even your own territory cause your whole hood fucks and pimps your fagat ass. Your weak-minded and your rhymes are straight un-original therfore you bite dicks and your a swagger jacker.
And you may have others fooled claiming your from NY brooklyn or where ever. But stop fronting and if you really are from there they probably rape your ass everyday and you enjoy it. That's maybe why you wanna rep where your from so hard, cause your basically attracted to men like the fagat that you are. That's why you got all offended when I was dissing a fagat since your also one. The truth is I was dissing a real life homo fagat and you got all offended. Yeah, that's why you even quoted all the things I said and then questioned them. Yeah, your fagat ass just wanted to come out the closet, and jumped at the opportunity. And your rhymes just like you got no fire kid. Except maybe the tabasco saus that you use up your asshole every night to try to heal your asshole wounds. HAAAAAA<HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! :lmao: :point: :slutty: (U)
P.S: I aint even gonna quote any of your weak shit like you did all up on my dick. That just goes to prove what I said above (in my last paragraph) about you is real.
:lmao: :point: :slutty: (U HOMO)
:loser:
now look what he does.. instead of comin back at me with a VERSE like a REAL MC would do..Quote:
Originally Posted by battle NONE!
this faggot ass bitch cant spell faggot right and gotta cry like a 3 year old!!
come on bitch get real... HAHAHA!!. dont get mad cuz u got shitted on bitchass..Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
Thats why u cant come with a diss back u punk ass bitch..
nah u gotta CRY A SECOND TIME LIKE A GIRL!! (rofl u joke) im done wit ya bitchass!
YOU GOT SERVED!. get mad nigga!
YOU GOT NO FLOW SON!
*sorry if I shattered ya dreams cornball*
haha nice shit AC killin this mo fo. dont mess wit P.I.R son or get R.I.P'd
thats all u gotta say :)
Speaking of mad weak, you peaked never, with nothing cleverQuote:
Eliminition of a crab mc faking his true location
Don't matter death is his final destination
His rhymes so weak causing no irritations
His posts bound to his neck choking on his own fustrations
He's an Mc animal mutation found with no ammunition
Portrait of a fake clip living his life in animation
Definitions of his rhymes unholy like swine drunk of wine pure retardation
His head to big for his shoulders so he needs a decapitation
In bold letters as I take his propz like capitalization
School his savage ass bring him into civlization
He's been living amongst wild pigs with no wigs tied to twigs
He don't know the time can't do the math lacking figs (figures)
Shiverin' slivers of slanted science delivered, you quiver
Ack's got you backed, into corned on the attack, Jack
Battle 1 you rattle dumb, saddle none you ride fake
It's rare for me to care about other's beef
Especially when I ain't the main or chief
Component, not even your opponent, but you've blown it
That last verse shown it, you outta ya league please
Drop this disease flea-ridden steez, you the bees knees
Made to break and bend, mend your weak trash
Before you speak class, bastard you ass grab for jabs
Reach for straws, break your own jaw, prolly stutter and pause
I get standing applause, ovation even, I'm a latent heathen
Lying dormant, like a terrorist Morman, call me Norman Bates
Crash gates and break bars, yours actually are gar-barge
Suicide star you far from overcoming, P.I.R. they style gunnin'
On sonnin' youngin', take ya thumb an' pull it out ya mouth
Before you spittin' nursery rhymes, don't pout now what is that about?
Yeah, to P.I.R., I'm not trying to dick ride and you guys obviously had him outclassed but seriously, that verse was trash and I was bored so...I figured why not?
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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
word mad love to acid
The Duo Who.. Hold Both Twenty Two's.. and a Double Duece..
when we "Bust n Shoot"... we scream DANCE.. while u BUST A GROOVE!!!
Apostlye Flow that's so Impossible..we Taught God how ta Play his Part N Role...
..in da Bi-ble.. Heed da Advice Yo..cuz we Re-Defi-ned da Whole..
.......Meaning Behind... Being a.. "Open Mind"-ed Soul!
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Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Like I said your nothing but a HOMO. You wrote only one good line then write under it (god damn), plus that one line was so un-original. Your a true swagger-jacker, cause you basically bite everything you write and are so un-original. You even got other homos, probably your boyfriends on here that you all suck off that do the exact same. You even bite each other's lines. Like I said before your as wack as they come. A wack mc like you could never never shatter my dreams. And like I said before I still think your a real life homo.
:yes:
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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
Oh my it is the gay army recruit dying to suck uncle sam's dick coming at me talking about weakness, shut up and salute me like you do other people's dicks. Your nothing but a following dummy. People like you are the real definintion of what it means to be brainless. Even that fagat Auntjemama or whatever his wannabe brooklyn ass name is will eat you up. And he's a fagat, so what that make you, huh ?? Ha, your an even bigger joke. You are trully wack without a doubt.
:lmao: I've been reading your shit before, and I could never believe how wack you were. Your shit is pure gay for real. Your verse with your fagat ass crying cause you were or are going to jail took the cake for being gay by the way. Your bitch ass was basically crying your ass out in that verse for help or attention. Yeah they gonna rape your ass for sure when you get there, if they already didn't. HAAAAAA<HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
:point: :yessad: (U after your anally raped in prison.)
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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
NOW that is what I call the most Pussy cry baby verse I ever heard in my life. I swear to God you were crying when you wrote that shit. Don't lie. You's a bitch. And just read the shit you wrote that I bolded. As for that last bolded part of yours, don't worry about eating locus, you will be eating dicks from then on.
but yo, i got a snow day tommorow real talk...
Haha, dude...that verse was real talk about being locked up. You'd understand if you spent more than 10 days in the pen. I've been to jail numerous times and I already got a rep in there so I'm not worried about shit. That was just me writing rhymes cuz I couldn't sleep. You're dumb ass doesn't realize that I'm actually asking for more time this go round so I can max out and get off probation. Jail doesn't bother me, it's just a waste of time.
If you actually read that you pick up the parts where I said, subtlely, that I don't give a fuck and I'm gonna stand strong with my fucking head held high and do whatever I need to do. Shit, you're just mad you can't write a decent verse. Bottom line, what you write isn't gonna bother me but it's obvious I bothered you...so who's the crybaby bitch now? Get back at me with a verse ya damn woman.
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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
The above coming from you a person that don't care about being locked up cause you don't mind being somebody's bitch, since you've been locked up before as you said yourself. It is no problem at all for you. You have the mentality of a loser. No wonder you rhyme the way you do.
:loser:
And then of course pretty soon you will be uncle sam's bitch as well maybe your whole life even if your plans work out as you wanted them to. You yourself said you wanted to join the army next. DO they even allow gays in the military ?? Lol.
:no: (Seriously your not even funney your sad. And I seriously pity you. I think you might need some counseling help. Or see a head doctor. Ha, ha. Get it a head doctor. It would be your head of course. No seriously you need help and I hope you get some help and stop giving your head away.)
:mmmyah:
In my fridge, i got canned humans, i leave gas on all bridges
Burn it if u earn it, but yaw fridged, style's cool dun learn it
Old kitchens, wit old spices, some new screws but wit old vices
Shit fresh out the box, show prices
No heists, i push hip hop like it was keyz, or maybe weight
But the shit others pushin is baby weight, make eighty freeze
When i shoot the breeze, bring nothin less than a stack
Or personally, i'll put the tech to yo back
An catch rep for the fact, that i step wit the gat
Dissect necks on the track, expect less if u wack
My team stress checks on the lap, to keep in step wit the rap
Its a wrap when we come through, on stages when shine like sun do
On pages we rhyme to run you, pull gauges for dime's an funds too
Enrage us we wine like one duke....never
I'm like murda mook, but better, i hearda you, u clever
But wit the lyrics, u lame, in yo spirit, you tamed
Aint wild like me, can't move a crowd like me
Its best that u like me, before u meet the career ender
Wit no regard for life, on my truck i got the "deer" fender
Blood stained wind shield, from shits thats been killed
Fuck yo "hands" bra, yo cards is played cuz shits been "dealed"
I bend ill, in other words i go hard for tech gaurds
Bullet proof pants, the next par that steps....send chills
^^^does anybody not get where i'm comin from flow-wise on that verse?
Kinda wanna know if that shit sounds too wild
Battle, you can talk shit all you want over the internet but bottom line is, you're letting shit bother you when nobody else is. Your verse was whack and you're not gonna effect me at all, so if you want to battle that's cool. I don't really care. It really doesn't matter what one dude somewhere out in the world thinks of me. Have fun being angry at somebody you've never met. Peace.
Czar, I really liked that line. Pretty dope. The flow on that wasn't bad at all, good job man.Quote:
Old kitchens, wit old spices, some new screws but wit old vices
Dope ropes, duke got his life hung by cocaine
I'm scope'in for thousand dolla tricks, an hoes to swolla it
Propane in the trunk, wit the cane an the pump
My knees never shake its like lames on the hunt
Came wit the trump, plus trumpets to trumpmatize
This one punk, ran at me wit a screw face, i sunk his eyes
Shits black n purple, round the brows its facial fractures
In my trappin circle, we drown the timbs, like racial jackers (whoa)
Guess list sticky name, take a knee....let me spit thee game
I got more "hoes" than the raven's o-line, an they shit be aimed
Got hoes that'll call u up, then treat u like trash, ball u up
Leak u like gas, freaks that'll let u skeet in they ass
My money figures exponetional, even got high schoolers
Sum tricks ask for three hoes, now times that by five rulers
Thanx, gotta change up my flow so it don't sound stagnantQuote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
before u say.. it was just a post. but then i got stuck on the beat . i couldnt end it so here it is .. peace {it is what it is } in a way that 's cool cuz i cant post no old / new shit too busy but @ the same time its like im giving u guys a peek into my new notebook .. only this is a freestyle .. ..
the backwards beat - by alchemist also...
but why do i get thrown back. to punker bitches >> im a living reminiscer >>> every day. .. fuck i wish i could do things differently that i could remember ...>> or still be like that << i love hip hop > but then i loved getting jocked .. whenever i do.. or smiles or even like hit ups. even though they are not trying to get at me.. > i love when girls talk to me. that attention.. it makes me want to do good,.. < and feel dope about myself.. .expressing this into poems .. like being faded and still that one on << .. resting on your lap.. the warmth >> a walking casanova < rapper a rapper .. my pen a rapper > im a rapper .. yes .. >> bye good bye .. im outz .... - bye ... talk to u next time. good bye - leave me now. good bye.. this is so sick > to be getting ur skills and girls by ur side. u lucky punks u really dont know how lucky u guys are. > until u dont have them any more.. >> every one u c // that a greatness to it ...>>> from 1984.. this is what i was going to be like and i dont know what to say .. like a cup of nice warm tea. > but think of ur brain ...> ur brain is the one that calls the shots.. i am not kurupt > i am albert .. i am mouser > i am mouser words.. > ur hoe .. ur homie < i m so cool < u wish u could chill with me>. i dont smoke any more herb. but it would feel like u do >> im fucking high.. < but with music and life > a life that can still look 4 the right thing .. the right of way << let me cross the street. < i will just be on my way.. peace.. > alright nice meeting u / peace ... {lol 2 myself} "wtf " ..........{no rap } >
peace { i continue walking till u cant see me no more. }
???.............?Quote:
Originally Posted by MOUSER WORDS
in other new yorks . my last name ! > i have so much old shit written that >> my style has been changing ever since... so like say i post something most likely 90 % of it is old .. unless i give u guys a look into my studied material from today or any up to date.. which i wont .. that is cheating .. u guys would c the difference so like in comparison with my old freestyles .. a sneak peek .. {this } > these are what my freestyles' shapes are as of today
Atrocious Cannibal, Indecent Deceased, I'm a dead animal
Zombie walkin' Jeffrey Dahmer talkin', calmer stalkin' prey
Gun cockin', pock markin' spots 'n' chalkin' dots I slay
Cig sparkin' amid dark an' hark who's barkin' my way
Hazed brain deranged frame, insane flames nitro spray
Ignite napalm and bomb, burn and turn I earn the day
Madman monster, romper stomper I chomp ya pay
Eat paper, insane caper taker of cake an' jaw breaker
This flow's bonkers, Wonka LSD so hea-vil-ly hea-ven-ly
A-D-D to O-C-D, pray me see not no wee B, you O-D-B
Not the G-O-D, Official-ly Dead Beaten, by clever cretin
Secretin' corrosive, mildy explosive materials, serial posin'
I'm hosin' and meltin' with swelting heat an' welt leavin'
Belt beatin' kids, child abusin' boozin' stepdad on mic's I get bad
You get that?
Yeah, all this talk of experiment with flows got me fucking around. I don't know what I was going for with that but whatever. I tried gettin' sorta trippy with it.
I like the shit though, i think those other flows are played out and repetitive