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04-02-2007, 06:16 PM
I'll take the cash-money gangster fakers and make change...
ill rearange your face so youll never feel the same/ wat i spit is a blood clot that will f##k up ur brain/ by the end of the day u wont even kno ur own name/ true i might not be able to spit /but im not gonna take none of ur shit/ and i aint trying to put you down/but im the new one in this town/ ill take ur advice cuz you better/i aint ready 4 u youll rip me up like shredder/ and im just spitting the truth/ yall know better than i do i aint ready to lose/ thanks for the tip decypher |
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Posts: 3,436 Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Hayward/Irvine
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04-02-2007, 07:37 PM
and im just spitting the truth/ yall know better than i do i aint ready to lose/ -two tech
I bruise the clouds when aimin high to win/ My eyes puncture lies through the eye of winds/ My rage within, i spit saliva toxic of weed and gin/ I reap what i sow like the angel of death aka grim/ My flow's composed of melodies, body as medium/ A speedy young steeze-holding nigga higha than helium/ Diffusin cells wen my flow wails through the ears, sonic boom style/ I'm Doom child, i'm Darkness, i'm Shadows, i'm simply Deep and wild/ With creativity i connect consciousnesses/ My burns hotter than heaters wit sunspot bullets, bitches... |
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I bboy to discover and extend my physical abilities, to better understand the correlation of music and dance, and to further personalize the culture of bboying. What do you bboy for?
Hip Hop is a revolution of artistic standards. A revolution of music from beat-making, dance from bboying, poetic knowledge from freestyling, drawn/sprayed art from graffiti. Who're still aiming to revolutionize? Or are these simply standards of a newer genre nowadays? -Unofficial Deignorizer |
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Posts: 590 Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: On a road less traveled...
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04-08-2007, 05:49 PM
"With creativity i connect consciousnesses/
My burns hotter than heaters wit sunspot bullets, bitches..." - DB I don't pack heat, I brandish rapiers, so watch when I pull it Save the heat for a teaspoon holdin' some heroine fluid A match made by cupid, some would just say that I'm stupid I drop rhymes like thier on fire but honestly their frozen letters Been causin' kats to run back to their note pads and hope their better I'm known to cause suicides when I step to you, nothin' left to do Makin' emcees look like fallen samurai on their knees doin' seppeku |
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2v2 Champion Been kickin' it since the site was breakdance.com 
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Posts: 1,102 Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Killafornia
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04-10-2007, 01:06 PM
I'm known to cause suicides when I step to you, nothin' left to do
Makin' emcees look like fallen samurai on their knees doin' seppeku I don’t pack Rapiers, I attack with wood spoons, Make It rain, like monsoons in the middle of june, Im a loon, Vroom the Scraper off the ledge of doom, Consume the atmostphere and make it clear, Im near the danger zone, bezerk with my anger blown, Thrown from the limits, gimicless and effortless, Eagle’in desert bitch, I measure quick, N run down till ya make me pull out my fork damn it, Butterknife ya down like it’s a cop ending the pork famine |
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05-09-2007, 05:21 AM
N run down till ya make me pull out my fork damn it,
Butterknife ya down like it’s a cop ending the pork famine ya'll rappers is fake, act fishy like raw salmon, couldn't scope the depth of what my gourd fathoms, i'm old school, spittin them dizzy soliloquy's, 'n ya'll can call me nice, like that city in italy, the sickest most ill emcee, remember the name son, 'n lets get this thread goin as i bump it to page one... |
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05-09-2007, 09:25 PM
the sickest most ill emcee, remember the name son,
'n lets get this thread goin as i bump it to page one... oh shit.....where the fuck has the stage gone? pickin myself up t'find the platform i played on guess i had too many bevvies'n i fell on my face all gone red around me, it's like hell in this place it's bin a while, how y'all been up in this hizzle? i bin doin nowt, hands down my pants so i can fiddle (lol) but on the real i jus bin chillin, waitin for a bitch t'best me the sickest, fuckin, crazy uk, godly fuckin textcee |
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05-11-2007, 02:21 AM
but on the real i jus bin chillin, waitin for a bitch t'best me
the sickest, fuckin, crazy uk, godly fuckin textcee i rep heat, bomb the next beat i wrangle doc, spit a flow more ugly than myspace angle shots, i'm never second, ya never steppin to test me, it's mode, the ever present 'n effervescent emcee, shockin 'n vile, i'm on top 'n rockin the title, rappers soft 'n recycled, battle god 'n i'm droppin his vitals, time to give up this rap shit 'n take his spot in the bible... |
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Respect: 3.5
Posts: 454 Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Melbourne
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05-11-2007, 03:33 AM
just like cats who rap fat need herbalicious energy, it's contentious, this content, it's musical eponymy, spitting words to reverb, dealing rhythmic economy, no bling, no bitches, 'cuz that be verbal sodomy, Sellouts take yo' rhymes, 'cuz they ain't got none on me, It's scary, ain't it? The way my rhymes peddle over ya, won't be long 'til you get sesquipedalaphobia |
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05-11-2007, 09:45 AM
It's scary, ain't it? The way my rhymes peddle over ya,
won't be long 'til you get sesquipedalaphobia ok that last word was crazy shit, leavin me phazed a bit i aint gon try t'front nah i'm jus droppin a basic spit yo i'ma waste this dick, fa tryna get at my chick she actin like a ho, well yo, so how can that twat resist? fuck you bitch, how you gonna suck 2 dicks at a time? look at me'n lie girl when ya say that ya mine? fuck this, nah aint aint gonna stay here'n play with a ho the type a bitch who's walkin out t'lay with ya bro's so next time when i fall in love i'm takin it slow feels like i bin screwed like bein raped by a 'mo but anyway, it's cool i'ma sit back'n blaze kick this track'n wait'n let this shit pass the days... |
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05-11-2007, 04:18 PM
but anyway, it's cool i'ma sit back'n blaze
kick this track'n wait'n let this shit pass the days... Out of nowhere came the purple haze, I'm crazed,/ Seen my shit get raided like the bees in the everglade/ And still I musta paid in to play this game, forget staying sane/ I've laid my brain on the window pane, painfully thinking/ That I musta been on the brink of somthing, probably nothin/ I'm bustin, through this rust tin can, I drop my shit and start runnin/ And you'll still try to figure it out, "Hey what's he speaking about"/ Well I'm just thinkin out loud, And now I'm off in a cloud/ |
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Respect: 3.5
Posts: 454 Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Melbourne
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05-13-2007, 10:54 AM
like a bboy stackin' out of this airtrack, only graceful; oh shit, that metaphor was disgraceful, but that's cool, I'll concede the point to let 'em catch up with me, 'cuz they be wile e coyote to this roadrunner, yours truly, Yo, I'd regain control, end this verse with another big word, but I'd be so far ahead, this contest's content become absurd. |
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05-13-2007, 06:27 PM
Yo, I'd regain control, end this verse with another big word,
but I'd be so far ahead, this contest's content become absurd. i'm overcome with herb, that's why my flow be shitty i was savin' up my money but i broke the kitty now i'm skint, i need to find a way to make some quick cash maybe i should sell my green coz yo i'm sittin on a sick stash this slick hash, feelin kinda oily in my fingers though still gettin me high even though it's kinda mingin draw i pack another bong'n let my senses go to sleep maybe i'll find another time t'find some cash, another week... |
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05-13-2007, 07:46 PM
i pack another bong'n let my senses go to sleep
maybe i'll find another time t'find some cash, another week... Bout to speak, remove this muzzle out of my beak,/ because I reak of the fusses that were made over me/ My wierdness covers me. And I freak, like when kids play hide and seak, when someone discovers me/ I'm a lover see, never a fighter, I'm not someone who contemplates with thoughts whats wrong or what's right/ And I flip for the chance, to express my minds expanse/ Because a lover's fighters stance is the dance of romance/ And now I'm tranced out, fenced out of myself like a convict/ The verdict is in, and I always avoid conflict./ I hear the clock tick, and the bell when it tolls/ For now I'm out of this, like 96' and Bob Dole/ |
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05-13-2007, 08:11 PM
I hear the clock tick, and the bell when it tolls/
For now I'm out of this, like 96' and Bob Dole/ i've got soul,.......super bad like james brown everytime i grip the mic i'm spittin with a great sound droppin heavy spits...comin straight of the top i'm the greatest you've got, elevate when i rock the stage, i engage my crowd with sick lyrics everybody in the crowd'll come'n watch the kid kill it the illest, never fallin off it with my flows only way you'll win is if ya copyin my prose... |
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Posts: 1,583 Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Winchester
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05-14-2007, 01:24 AM
one two.. and you... you know how it goes
we dont stop dont everybody know? regardless my flow is gun powder ammunition for the mic as my beat grows louder// these rhymes are like bullets spittin at your chest sharpshooter like right through the vest takin one down then two movin to the next spit some hate at me g be my guest send my condolences when i put your wack ass to rest, but see heres n idea for you and me, lets combine our rhymes just one time see how many rhymes we can make together in 12 lines...// or 24 bars whichever is better for you spit your verse then pass the mic, lemme releive my stress too// |
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