naw i juss thought it was funny to see that people cant understand the basics of rap lingo..this site fell off hard it needz way more real heads,good to see ure still reppin the real shit tho prez
peace
666
naw i juss thought it was funny to see that people cant understand the basics of rap lingo..this site fell off hard it needz way more real heads,good to see ure still reppin the real shit tho prez
peace
666
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
If u write to diss me, i smash hands of you
Jump on yo crew an flip on u like i was crash bandacoot
Jam a "loop", like force'in in a wine cork
I love pushin all drugs son, its justa fine sport
Kush in holes my dog dug, cocaine powdered nets (b-ball nets)
On the court, where i shoot dice, an over power vets
The loots nice, in cases i flee overseas if the proof's right (if i'm guilty)
Where clover trees breeze, an freezers clean dirty gees (money sterilization)
Loose like, my thoro team of thirty thieves
Bitches like "hurt me please", hold up hoe, i'm workin pheens
Who purchase theses "keys", like they open up houses
But if they sway wit my pay, i'm soak'in up blouses
Grannie's, sister's, mother's, or even they baby girl
Sumtimes instead of rhyme'in i steal diamonds, an maybe pearls
My greates influences is cinci, bun b, an cuban links
Others not to mention, in a instance, sum see, u could ring--
--Out my style like a towel, and watch the rap game drip
Mid-west, east, south, west, now u wet...i jack chains bitch
Like biggie in ready in ready to die, my cream is steady to rise
Give u "fifty-fifty" vision, when i put my machette to eyes (damn)
Leave that head lookin, like raw meat loaf in a bowl
Feds tooken, from they home like a fish, wit they heads cookin whole--
--Nigga, my wallets is a testement to my swoll figures
Knowledge on profits, connections brholic in tropics, gold triggers
--Play like sum smart elics an act like u know niggas
While u fillin that clip up, i'm aim'in to load livers--
--Wit lead, on paper i'm the illest wit lead, sick luck
If u come those dimes and quarters bitch....u get "bucked"
Crimes on borders, got the hook ups wit the border gaurds
Break'em off so i can get my "snow" through, its sorta hard--
--though, i start yo, emotions up like a engine
Listen to him, believe'em, or feel yo cerebrum bendin
I met yo moms last night, so i know that u "bitch made" (mom's a bitch)
Never held a gun in yo life, not even a switch blade
Couldn't even diss mase, u'd prolly give a snitch aid
This is the skull cracker, heads fracture, when i split fades (the haircut)
Yo bars is like "lines" of dump trucks (yo lines is garbage)
He think he could jump in his gene pool to cool off...dumb fuck
My guns "buck", like four quarters
I'm shootin at'em in a crowd, so if son duck...more slaughter
I lure daughters, like rapists
Go head an be the juggernaut bitch, still won't break this
Gutter cocked wit, bodies of yo closest family
Go head an start shit, i got more "blocks" than marcus camby
But yo, i walk wit my shoulders low kid
My face is like addition son, u supposed to know it
I'm thinkin i'm goin down, cuz yaw to close to blow it
But yaw "shots" is missin like pee wee leagues, never see me bleed
Foes get, ripped open an stitched up wit aids needles
The music industry exterminater yo, watch me spray "beetles"
I write metaphors, as easy as the letter S
Glazed green barettas an techs, lookin like, cheddar thats wet (wet cash)
I got government protected potential.....confidential
Lock a whole block, quick like i stole stocks--
--Pencils gripped, a pistol's lip is equal to the pencil's tip
I'll write up a plot to get u dropped, wit more than yo dentals chipped
Crystals shipped smooth, to European vandalysts
U-S customers said if its "hot", they won't even handle it
Ok so, switch flow, slow ta fast, yo bitch know (sexually/rap wise)
Bullets through yo picture book, blow ya past, the kid's cold (damn, read it over)
Your dickless an senseless wit no home town, so where u "comin from"
I play all u fucks like i'm a coach, just get the runnin son
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-01-2007 at 04:13 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
THis piece has been changed to sumthin i wrote today, cuz the other one was too long, an for clearity, the first the 4 lines are me just describe'in my gun.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
I liked that shit yo. Ya word play is crazy. remind me of rae a little bit. personally i rate it an 8/10.
Call me Sun cuz I shine like 1!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanx/ most of my influence is from rae/ghost on only built for cuban so, an a little bit of Bun b.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Mister Big
Mister big, description ofa block stacker
Straight hardcore shit spitter slash glock rapper
Drug game talk, watch how my dame walks
We drawin different letters, but wit the same chalk
I'm on a fame staulk, so frontin heads get lead
One nigga tried to be the hunter, but fled instead
Told him "pray", cuz the king of jungle's hungry
Before he was out, i sacked him an he fumbled money
Recovery is easy, as long as yo team is wit u
But if they dreamin bout schemin, the theme is crystal
Yo cream's official, pistols is needed wit that street shit
Macs an three clips, leave yo average gat speachless
No therapist can reach this, rugged "hard-core", fuck it start wars
In my hood, compared to fireworks, we spark more
Marks on narc's door's, to keep in touch, the sleekest thug
"Cat's" only wanna play wit da the weakest bugs
Slimy when i leak this "slug", grimy when i pass this thought
And smash it raw, yell "four" when i shoot....classic talk
Watch me throw up, clips, and mix the flow up
Watch the beast wit the yeast, as i keep my "doe" up
I don't expect u to show up, at a talent show
I rip the riches off of bitches, like i'm battle'in an gallant hoe
Allways at my homeostasis, unless a homie stole aces (money)
Then wit only yo traces, my cronie's go spray shit
Go up there wit murder basics, no red, we got blue hearts
Kill "two halfs" of a family,all for two cards (aces/money)
Infinite clips bitch, thats what the fuck infamous is
A sad wrap on the kid, from the infamous bids
A fag clapped an i'm black, so u know i'm goin down
Fuckin wit them niggas in the rusted lacs, rollin round
Wit stolen speakers, stolen sound, an drinks that put colons down
Swollen beakers from the meth heat, sold to my moldin town
A new player steps on the set, they call'em mister big
Most likely the same duke that fucked up yo sister's kid
The versaitile king pin, the pimp king, plus supplier
And if u come undercover, i shoot clips to bust the wires
Beside the rapsales, the only thing i worry bout...cracksales
Talk to dealers through letters, cuz feds play me like maxwells
Taped phones, celli an home, so i move roach like
Just come out at night, and i run from most light (spotlight)
Every night doe, i get itchy and i gotta fuck sumthin
Get strapped, wit money an gats like i gotta buck sumthin
Always sticken up other hoods, so my nickname's "robbin hood"
And if i get resistance for instance, they fam'll be sobbin good
Cops think i'm like a empty starch can, an i won't "spray"
But i'ma show'em I'm like a old movie son, i jus don't "play"
When i kill one of they brothers, i'ma say he wasn't "close" to you (physically/mentally)
An if he was i woulda shot both of you, cuz that's what fuck i'm supposed to do
Now when it comes to cash.....my guns collect "intrest"
Cuz they like nosey bitches, they always gon be in this
On this last note, lets jus let you play witness
To my skills spittin that real ill gauge fitness...uno
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
tight verses, keep spittin this right here
peace and 1luv
no more albums like the 36 no more
Ok, blast ya tunnel, take off the mask an rumble
My earthquakes make dirt break an caskets tumble
Pastors fumble, when i knock the shit out
But yo cops that get out, my way
Is doin what you should be, doin
Or temples would be blew in
My mind's set so, drop yo bitch doubt
Alienated out da room, an I lock yo clique out
Those diss phrases praises words i spit out, the lazy blade g
Genocide of ladie's babies, on drive bys playin eighties
Not retarded, but maybe crazy, but bitch go kick rocks
Cuz in each of my team's trunks, six glocks, keep the shit locked
To them niggas plann'in to scheme, we don't get shot
You follow slow while i walk, well get on the "ball" or go lick cock
But anyways, i've done shot frames in every place
Really no premeditation on.....where we lace
Gotta little story, about this one duke
Who's in for life now, yo i watch his son too
But u know how some do, said he had to make a point
I heard the only shot, in the studio tryna break a joint
My nigga told me, it was all over wit one glock bust
The pheen owed'em him ten, but gave'em "four quaters", an got "bucked"
Word up, respect an principles is priority
But call up the grave yard dun, cuz its more to be.....
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-02-2007 at 08:14 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
That shit is super old dun, i was just organizing take'in that shit from its thread an puttin on this thread. The one below it is straight fresh thoughOriginally Posted by MX1
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
I'm often in "lineups", like i play for five teams (crime lineups/b-ball)
Walk with pre-triumph, as i wait for my cream
I fought in every war, an almost always came out scarless
Even up against the gods, man i always bang out hardest
My crew like the united nations, we boil "eggs" despite the "bacon"
It ain't like we might be hate'in, cuz u know by night we make'in
Peace, with the local pheens, an even the vocal thiefs (biters)
Lyrical cannibals yo, snappin at the rapper's piece
Style mid-west orginated, and still diverse
Keep reppin, keep steppin, until they build my hearse
Old ladies scream'in, "don't steal my purse", runaway wit the gunaway
Thowin out the evidence, losin an new gun a day
My verse's multifarious, from wordplay to multies
Unheard of fuckin wit me, even the church say that most die
Lines was sweet till i drank blood, now i'm on sum hardcore shit
Compared to illegal fireworks....i "spark" more bitch
Holdin the mic wit the ashy hands, that'll blast three mans
On a scale of time well i'm a year....yo ass "weak" fam (week/weak)
I know it hurts to hear it, at first appearance
I Walk through crowds like i'ma thrift shopper, the way i work a "clearance"
Won't say i purchase spirits, but i would deal a soul
Just give it to me, an when u reach in yo pants, u'll feel a pole (no homo)
Play the killa's role, even though i got goons for that
Fuck spendin time wit seeds*, its cartoons for that
I'm out here gettin paper like "staples" (the store an the thing)
Movin that stuff the color of water, but when the lake froze
Stick those hands in this snake's hole, an come out illiterate (can't write)
The major "minor", plus young king pin will still spit a clip
The alpha or-ganism, come bringin more than wisdom
Fuck around,fam gets knocked out the books, when the slaughter hits'em
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-10-2007 at 10:49 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Sumthin for another site
You claim that you lust for crimes, but wouldn’t touch a nine
If yo name was busta rhymes, you still couldn’t bust a rhyme//
Yo life couldn't be real, faker than some star wars bitches
Put more holes in yo face than fifty’'s, even son’s bars wore stitches//
Yo rap concepts is played out, like the thought that the earth is flat
If you were the last man, after a nuke war, u'd be a worthless fag
I know u take pride in ur job, of bein the local whore
But bra if u keep on talkin shit, i’ma hang u by yo vocal chords
Simple, make yo mother kneel, an show her my dick’s hand
Cripple, yo pregnant girlfriend, an throw her in quick sand
You a bitch man, u ain’t “heated” cuz u poor, u’a rich “fan”
When i fick the switch,damn, cops’ll find yo body in a ditched van
Yo crew’s supposed to snitch, they caught ghost n switched, look closer bitch
You catch emotions quick, till I load the clip, and leave u motionless
I'll make homos set u straight, u'll be a rap whore
They'll rob yo virginity, when they "cum'in" yo "backdoor" (multi meanings)
I’m hungry for rep, this battle isa lunch time thing
Just cuz kids form a line, for yo koolaid, don’t make you a “punchline” king
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
The street cleaner
Caught'em by the throat, straight brick walled'em
Type B blood i seen't....as i "sawed'em"
Just some more trash bodied in my back yard
Burnt to powder with gats cuz he tryed to act hard
Took a quick shower, i did it wit my shirt off
Blood splattered like a busted pen when the perp coughed
I'm the street problem solver, movin wit revolvers
Yo, point blank......If u the problem i solve ya
A pheens short wit the cream? he gets one warnin'
Then by sun up.... its time for the "mournin"
I ain't no hoe, so i don't "fuck around"
Jus cuz i like the circus, don't think i won't buck a clown
Killin ain't shit, if i have, i have to
Gotta a grand on yo head, better bet i'ma blast u
Writin songs is a side business, but yo, a sly witness...
Gets more or less, on sight prolly bout five clip hits
When i'm cruise'in on the driveby, wit the guns cocked
Put your kids inside like lead in a clip, or u get sum shot
Hit me up, u handle everthing nigga...except beef
Cuz i ain't the mop to wipe it up when the techs leak
My technique, texas chainsaw, or simple injection
Of lead capsules that burn holes, but u gotta earn those
Pimple infections? naw i'm talkin bout "shit" that "worms" know
Cripple ya essence, when i light the match an let skin burn slow
A rippled reflection, as u stare in the lake before i drown you
Hope'in for a scream underwater, man i love that sound too
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Payin respects (RIP)
I couldn't believe it, at yo party i got the shotti through
And nobody pulled the steel out after i bodied you
Yo man's jus stared at me like i was a fuckin t-v
Petrified, cuz they wasn't set to die when the weapons fly
Truckin three pheens, in my pick up for back up
They was armed like armies, heavy wit gats but..
I was wrong for thinkin that yaw's want war
I thought yaw was alcholics, an after 1 "shot", yaw'd want more
But naw, we left that room wit most the clips full of quarters
Ready to get "bucked", the guns was screamin for the slaughter
And if that happened, yo carpet woulda been a bloody swamp cuz
Leavin the reporters the photos to make a lovely prompt cuz
Think of the possibilites, yo son's coulda caught lead
The crack stash the cops didn't find woulda brought feds
I guess u wouldn't consider your self lucky, round here few can
THe biggest rapper i heard of is struggle'in wit two fans
His moma an his sister, so just be great-full
That i ain't bring the pheens in, cuz yaw woulda ate tools
Now as i pay respects, over yo six foot deep home
Know that shit coulda leaked holmes wit all of yo peeps blown
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-06-2007 at 09:30 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Bouta open up the chambers of yo heart son
Lay a bomb in each...after i spark dun
Part one, stop movin or jus get shaved
Dumb niggas is like new games, they jus get played
Frail figures flip flast when i modify....
Butt fuck fake fluke fags....i'll pop a guy
Before they even get a chance to try
I put the barrel to the face'an they in a trance to die
Avalanches of razors....
Battle'in me? you'll be losin like a blazer
Rock the old school tools yo
I sell my tracks like coke, but they ain't "cool" though
My beats stolen, even stole the booth time
Broke in around 8.....an was out by nine
In my spot, ain't no robbery
Unless its of cum, cuz bitches be throbbin me
U like, its prolly his hobby
Cuz he beat'in down niggas like the slave master Bob be
I hear the wu, but i ain't a god g, i'm more like prodigy
Stealin purses from sally's in the back of rallys
Then jettin back to the alleys where my cash is talied
I'm on sum hit list shit, bitches
Do yaw niggas like my mama did, hittin wit "switches"
But yo, fuck the drama kid
Cuz i'll lock u up wit my "hot bars" an then u doin the "sahanna bid"
One more thing, i never come out swingin
I come out shootin leavin upper bodies bleedin
Fuck that, pull out the ruler so i can write straight
Or i go back to pullin the ruger so i can light apes
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-10-2007 at 10:56 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Stalin style, on the block i'm the fuckin dictator
Young dealers step careful but get stuck in shit later
Clip mastubater, between the pheens the pastor page ya
He had beef over stale weed yo, an my nigga passed the razor
His face got slashed an body tazed up,
He ran fast when the shottie raised up,
Pants half down his ass,
Lookin like a school basement room..."low class"
"Fans" know how we "blow" fags, catchin heat an shit
Watchin from the roof, as bitches get beat an whipped
By local pimps, when i fuck wit'em ....they vocals limp
Scared to talk, if i'm in a bad mood they need prayer to walk
Every other week the concrete gets layered wit chalk
Who's next? to catch shells an lose chest pieces
What story gets a chance to become my next theisis
Put dick in uncles to vex neices, i mean vice versa
Throw a nigerian tribe leader on the track the mic curse ya
I write verses cuz i really don't like hearses
Unless they holdin when my enemy, cuz i'm bold when extend'in thee
Clips, you know i speak shit ...that you pretend ta be
My spokens leave u speachless, blitzkreig couldn't breach this
O u hard? i intend to see, as i bend yo mental like hennesy
See what u've been into, bitch yo lifes borin like tennis be
But yo flip flop college students, they a great basis
For ya average crack house, sellin shit that breaks paces
Rent out a some school housin, my dick get aroused when
I peep a drug hungry bugged dummy, holdin a thousand
He leave wit less than half of that, over charged'em
But i'm the owner that watches the "herd" as the "drover" parts'em
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
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