Oh shit! big ben (one of my fav's) spit some hot shit! ^O^ and peace to the messiah too.
big big peace and thanks on that last verse big ben. :hooray:
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Oh shit! big ben (one of my fav's) spit some hot shit! ^O^ and peace to the messiah too.
big big peace and thanks on that last verse big ben. :hooray:
that was nasty. some of the better verses i've read here. i'm just asking for a little clarification on leaving me without a needle. i feel like i should get it, but honestly...i've been smoking the reefer.
Shrap da boss, I really ain't the man to cross
Hammer toss, blood Comin Out Diana Ross
Yall had to floss, and get your crew beat up
Blue nina, spill cherry soda for two liters
Got a new heater, wit a two meter bayonet
You cut like Sway and Tech, Kay Slay and Flex
Zip ya lip, I make ya bitch holla "DAMN!!!"
Cuz y'all can't see me like I'm Hollow Man
I make her swallow, DAMN, that's the grime
I created a monsta, Docta Shrapenstein
Y'all oughta go to sleep, it's past ya time
to be awake, ya moms oughta slap ya, slime
go to sleep, while I find mo hoes to creep
"The good girls Shrap?" No, no, the freaks
But I take anything, I'm versatile
Have em work the station, I put the "turn" to "stile"
sometimes i wonder if somewhere out there somebody reads these and goes and takes them or just the lines they like and spits em to their friends like they came up with em, i wish i knew so i could jay n silent bob em NAHMSAYIN, death 2 da fakez, peace 2 the real
ayo u didnt do your funkmaster flex impression BIG DOG STYLE... yo did keyz 2 da mindz battle some skarekrow dude, go in general chat and theres the dudes soundclick and it says skarekrow vs keyz to da mindz... wasnt that clavikalz and mindzdezign or u and mindzdezign or something
youre wack for not being on aim or msn
i meant your text in this tread was pointless... no disrespect but, obey and ben ripped your shit. its all love thou peace and 1.Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
Crash the courses enforce hits, armor damaged by horse kicks
Tower height the black Godzilla strikes, the skyline smokin' tonite
Missles aim from fighter planes, invincibility fillin' my brain
Mind over matter, ya slain like Able's brother Caine
Eyes trained to see the unknown, heads get trumpet blown
Snake in the grass smashed wit stones
My poems hard as my bones, call em' calcium
Vitamin C mc, hard to kill iron-grill i still shit on ya happy-meal
Give you toture feelin', throw u from my building un-willing
Nice fall, as i walk off, grabbin' my balls..ya lady face niagra falls
Yeah, I have to admit my verse didn't compare to either of theirs, but mine was spittin' on L.B. but Spoken post ahead of me. I wasn't trying to battle bigben or obey.
Quote:
Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69
I wasn't even worried about you Acid. I was call'n out Livin blade. I'm gonna battle him in a v.s. comp later in the battle field threads when I got more time.
I dunno, i think somebody got confused along the lines and either way, those were some nasty verses.
^ peace acid.
Pre-curses reversed in the psychology of nasty rhyme, 6 deadly venoms with the lesson of 6 differnt styles makes 36 chambers of lyrical war crime. High Time is the low spit'n with the beats off the one's and two's, brought the ruckus and the shit's explosive like front page news. London got bombed and tommorrows a fresh new start, can't see me out like a flash of the minds agenda killed like a poisonus dart to the hart.
bustin fake rap criminals like SWAT,speacial weapons and tactics
onli nerd cops aim with snipe scopes usin mathematics
fuckin take the bitch down,like fuckin Krusty the Clown
drive these fake bitches outta ma turf,manhattan's ma town
lyrics drive men insane givin them headaches,they incomprehensible
my style is legend throughout the Shaolin,its a fuckin well known fable
i split ya style in two with ma lyrical axe, power to execute
pain in ya neck while im at it,the pain's fuckin acute
I live a quick life,
im ready to die,
not coming with lie's,
1 life yo, im willin to try.
people have come and gone,
no worrie's, it's alright,
cause im living to fight,
like it's my last night.
If im gonna die out,
fuck it, ima ride out,
stick life to these devil's,
untill they all fuckin' cried out.
hold me down dun,
best wish's and ambition's,
to you bitch's,
fuck all you're dream's,
superspicion, to me see,
is the vision.
life is A manic depression,
viewer decression is advised,
but instead it's televised,
for the whole public's eye's.
now how fucked up is that?,
I came up and I slang'd rap,
they treated it like I slang'd crack,
So I chopped it, cooked it, then came back.
I want to scream fuck ya'll,
but I'll keep it quiet,
last time I said that,
a silent war,
instead of a silent riot.
Life is a struggle, but's it's my passion within
why go on livin to die, if you ain't livin to win?
sup dawg..... didnt know if i sent u a private message correctly so...... i put dis shit here.. even though it does not correspond wit wut u put....... ;; /// like i meant like jordan on da way down from a dunk.....after caught i had "N mid air" .. but i took it off......so its like ur tryin 2 block him even though u know he is already n da air ...... like he caught u n da air........ He just dunked on u ..... !!! dats wut i meant .....
peace out
Like a manic I depress with the strife of lifes struggle, got mad skills like a voodoo child on the beat and the heat and skill to juggle. Like tanto with the aim over the red man's land, understand the bonds of nature built upon catles made of sand. Bluesy red ...house was where the sword style came, and remember hendrix was the inspiration for O3EY to proclaim.
* all underlined words are hendrix songs.
raaaaaaah i spit rediculous/
sick, like a peadophile sayin 'little girls are more innocent'/
locked down by my mind behind bars of inprisonment/
you say everything i spit isnt relevant why isnt it?/
ill leave you dead with the words im deliverin/
you just shoot blanks like 2 balls with impudence/
ill bust a load over the stage and tell you to 'spot the difference'/
if theres one thing i cant stand its a chicken who clucks/
and if theres one thing i dont do, is give a fuck/
Suuuuuu
yeah
yeah, when i stab this conan shank thru your think tank.../
dont forget to thank Aidz for relieving your soul from that shit stank.../
had to do what i did,...u smelled "homeless".../
"mini-gun, 50 caliber muthafucka" leave your whole clique "domeless
butterfly knives,...check it,..four atta time.../
release infinite ninja stars thru your screen an leave u permanantly "offline".../
off mind the way I do it baffles crews but they get used to it.../
just gotta say,"what's up reala god" as sicka pushes thru your hood in tha "all black buick".../
aint nuthin to it,...u punks get the fuck on the floor.../
elbow my way thru your living room,...gun blasts leave u bleedin "on all fours".../
force these weaklings back to the crib,...your daycare closes for the evening.../
mommy never picked u up cuz she's in the back seat of vette screamin "Aidz,Fuck me" while heavily breathing.../
got your bitches forgettin bout their own seedlings.../
they suck dick so well I leave nut drippin off the ceilings.../
in your bedroom by your toy box is where we last knocked.../
killed another freestyle muthafucka,..ten minutes "Tops"
PIR
peace
(ten minutes tops) if shit gettin hot...
this bitch gettin shot, turned to a liquid spot
thats what the gauge do when you take two
from the sawed-off barrel, the buckshot ate you
phase two, laser guns sunder ya lung
lace you with the razor from under my tongue
I don't hate you, you just an easy target
Vegetarian fag chokin on the beef he started
Rage through hallways on any and all days
My way motherfucker, is anyway, always
And any day, could be You-Die day
Die on your birthday, intestine comin out sideways
No doubt I murk dey and dem know mi badman
Bumbaclaat batty bwoy dem know me haffi hangman
Choose the vowels first, A E, ShrApnEl bay-bee
Phase three, foul curse that make me scrape these fake G's
thats ill skale, nobody's gonna own that freestyle...im going back into retirement
You can't retire, mothafucka you on fire
For real you'd set the retirement home on fire
Sirens blarin, everyone starin
Old folks catchin heart attacks, noone carin
Sicka you ain't done yet
You a young vet, that bwai that run shet
I mean shit, son, you's insane
Blaze a freestyle son, spark up ya membrane
Hard nuff to bring the dead pain
Get em corpses moanin
Like bitches thats deep throatin
A mothafuckin elephant gun
Do it for fun, retire? thats irrelevant son
I command ya to open fire, bring some more shit
They don't even smoke trees, we smoke entire forests
So come on and bring it... you know you with it
It aint over til I-Legit's fat mommy sing it...
ima take what i want as i go tho.../
380 dont know who's friend or foe.../
blew my lil brotha's nose off before the ninja could count his toe's.../
foster parents didnt have a clue what to do with the omen known to u as "Wu".../
"Hefner",...the man,...so they just bought me a polaroid, and some film and dropped me off at the wrong school.../
never came back.../
these hotties saw me with my back pack.../
asked "what's inside",...so I pulled out a xtra large bag of hats.../
we got busy,...right then an there../
lunch bell rang,...5th period,...we didnt care.../
i said, "yo, lets steal a car...so we jacked a dope ride like an escalade.../
prolly some cheesy ford explorer,..i cant remember cuz it was 4th grade.../
yo,...had some mean ass sex tho,.../
tossed those hoe's like frisbee throws,.../
played some golf with my boto.../
thats philipino,...it means I gotta big dick..../
an big ol nutz for u to suck cuz im the king of this 10 minute freestyle shit "bitch"
PIR
peace
SHIT BITCH! Faces and asses git switched
Breakin these bastards in half with twin fists
Box cutter hands, you boxin with butter hands
Slip off the butterfly while I shank up ya mans
You sting like a butterfly and float like a rock
Sicka got the pipe, you get smoked like a rock
So heavy, I'm like Chevy, built like a rock
And this Chevy Chase a bitch down and whip out the cock
blow all over her face, or get the power, click blam
pieces of hoe all over the place, thats some foul shit man
I know you know about it, know I'm mo than bout it
Turn a hoe out, just shout this, "yo I'm bout it bout it"
Pass the peace pipe, smash the street life
Got that rap crack to get these fiends right
Hear my bat smack against the side of ya skull
Thats the last thing you hear, brains on the side of the wall
a fuckin monster
yo, monsta fo sho.../
lyrics overflow Wu Co..../
aint nobody throwin down as dope as shit as u thrown down before.../
cept me,...but that's just life.../
like a sunburn,...expose your self to much you get more blisters than "herpie bitch" livin at the junkiest Indian housing site.../
wear my ray-ban's.../
my war bonnet an chain worth 3 grand.../
mad wu wear on plus a G unit head band.../
ill take your skate board an hand plant while u tryin to learn how to bust an ollie.../
i can 360 kickflip crosswalks on the regular when im not drunk an falling.../
shit almost rhymed,...fuckin hands are hurtin from these lines.../
fuck it money,...freestyle with u tomorrow or some other time,...im officially offline...
peace
yo skale
yo my bza
he be on that Montreal bud.../
im the original BC hydro thug.../
fillet u on hastings while rockin my black.../
bottles of oxy's for the native cats.../
25 cents a milligram until it arrives in bellingham.../
80 for the green so u know we natives make hundreds of grands.../
got hundreds of cans.../
oh boy,... keep collectin.../
like a wooly response your shits continuosly rejected.../
staff of rap,...MRSA infection.../
fuckin give up dumby,..your lost,...tuff shit it's called "natural selection".../
me an skale connecting...your shit outta luck,...but in case your forgetting.../
we aint nuthin to fuck with.../
hit u with one of my blunts an you'll hurt more than any pistol whip.../
lyrical gift,....whatever,...its' nuthing...
7 minutes homie,...Sicka's still stunting..
PIR
peace
yo, what it look like shrizap...Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale
7 on the dot...im so damn hot.../
nevermind
bitches still fronting like we aint on the mega shit
itch ta kill something, chainsaw, I make it rip
skin these lames raw, make they veins spill
out of date suckas rockin 88 names still
call me Grandmaster Cut Off Ya Hand Bastard
you can run bitch... but my mans faster
faggots saw us and ran faster than gold medalist tracksters
I HOOOCK-SPIT, let the chrome metal hit bastards
cocked dick and let they bitch get splattered
she can be ugly, shit, son it dont matter
to me I makin things clatter, clap like an STD
failed ya science exam, dont try testin me
we sicka than that Ebola, the virus
you can't see us, I put a hole in ya iris
the crown I hold it like my dick, King Midas
turned my nuts to gold and still jack thee for thy shit
damn wut da fuck.. trippin out ... i luv weed dat is brown .. makin out my own sounds.. like cereal ; fruity loops is my alternate source 4 ... music.. just luv 2 use it .... i be makin sounds so stupid... and let them come alive... as if it were mummified ... painted a picture dat when da light is on... do not come .... inside .... or wuz it da other way i dont know im high .. .. i need a light ... 2 show u my life.... and da way i write..... sip and wait ... or wuz it 2 late... erase da mistake... fuck it throw it away... da other day just got laid ... nice piece of ass... we smoke out and had a blast.... shit i wuz her first and last... had her on my lap.... she wuz fucken not on her rag.... so .. every thing wuz quite amazing... had her screamin tellin me she wanted my baby ... also... she licked da nuts yo.. !!!. so wonderful... guess wut.. i wuz wit her cousin though ;yup a stuck up hoe... like biggie smalls : unbelievable... produced by dj premier... back 2 da lesson ... of 2 day... dis girl.. wuz nothing sheer so i gave her a beer .... it wuz weird... sum sort.. miscalculation... devasting melo dramatic depression.. change her .. .. out of da blue... had me guessin.. when out of nowhere... started caressing.... she told me ..... suggestions... as if she were a secretary... answering receptions... and i wuz da boss.. she let me toss... had her ... up on top.... we fucked till we dropped.... i called all da shots.... pimped her .. then took her 2 her moms.... Her booty wuz da bomb... had her walking wrong.... she got n trouble....i needed a body double... i forgot 2 use da rubber....
I gave ya'll a second to breath,
voice flow's through the wind like a malibu breeze.
fuck these commercial tap raper's,
that spit so shitty, sound's like it's ass-backwards.
Bus pass for these whack cracker's,
yeah I said it, I attack slacker's,
I takle them down, like a 49'er's line backer.
im providing the truth,
im sick with it,
doctor told me im Ill,
so I stick with it,
flip with it,
rip shit with it,
Im ready to merk the fucking script with it.
Do the right thing,
and take that pre shit back.
cause I'll merk you on the spot,
and I'll be back like cooked crack.
best bet it to shut the fuck up,
cause if you ain't gonna say nothing,
then you best back the fuck up.
brown weed? indeed you need some better seeds
i believe i smoke dank green that seems like dreams
smoke like cream puffs that sticky icky stuff
i 'm picky with my duff, you wanna cuff an ounce?
nah, bounce cuz my shit will cost fakers insane amounts
red hairs gets stares from all whom which I share
impaired leavin' them collapsin' on the stairs
no cares is my philosophy, you flossin' B
i'm tossin' tree into three, different flavored blunts
i'm accostin' thee of your tree, cuz you straight punk
you jonesin', wishin' that you could be hittin' my skunk
bottom line, i'm not down wit the brown, clown
i drown in pounds of the illest trizz, fo shizz
know thizz, cuz it's my biz to get the goods
not that woods class, lower class grass
my bowl is cached, i gotcha ass blasted
not by a gun, but by some of my funky skunk
thats cool man^ "keep it chronic"
flatten your act...
throw your back outta wack.../
stick your toes thru your ears,...scare u to the point u shit out all those ganja sacks.../
attacks from sicka will leave u hospitalized.../
take your walker,..use the legs to gouge out your eye's.../
fuck this.....im pissed, one.............good weed rap man, peace
give skale props for me will ya, thanks
word, yo spit a sick flow plus check my thread "intro" and act like you didnt know