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testemonies from my rhyme book... dont look -
02-19-2003, 10:55 AM
Testemonies from mah rhyme book.... dont look//
they gonna leave you in shock// like you jus got smashed by the rock// you be on the ground// you suck so much even the DJ left// so you dont got no sound// How you gonna rhyme wit out a beat// So know1 around is gonna tap there feet// Man watz an MC widout a song// Makes your voice sound wrong// So go home to ur gurl and show her ur thong// But wait, u dont got no gurl you got a guy//  and he so crooked he think you fly// Man i c you crying// you so pitiful you look like u dieing// Dis comes from the top of my head// and itz leaving you red//  Aight daz all fo now.. PAYCE! |
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02-19-2003, 03:43 PM
...leavin ya face red"- beyondhelp
I showed-up-again now I'm shakin-the-basement [this thread] I flow-on-the-jam these peeps sayI'm-a-mazin yall know-who-I-am so my nameI-wont-sayit I create new chapters n yall knowI-aint-playin so fuck radio rappers and changin-the-station ya get-me-so-far,yo I came-in'ere-blazin I step-threw-so-hard that I'm breakin-the-pavement then I'll hit-you-so-hard, punch's be cavin-ya-facein yo why'd I break-your-face I'm just makin-a-statement you've hearda takes-the-cake while I'm takin-the-bacon |
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02-19-2003, 03:54 PM
yo why'd I break-your-face I'm just makin-a-statement
and you've hearda takes-the-cake while I'm takin-the-bacon Taking the bacon with this meaty shit, step up to crack-and-rattle-heads / all you fúckin battle-heads, got more beef than a cattle-shed / blood-shed makes the battle-red, the cypher stained with entrails / All the sucker emcees fled as hangman here prevails / Bust with hand-cuffs and put dumb fucks back behind bars / Just wait till I find the bitch got me demoted to two stars / I drink too fucking much then take a piss over parked-cars / Slam you on the bonnet seein' circles of white stars / No I won't stop, do shots until my pulse drops / and my heart stops, booting, spewing over laptops / Keyboards and monitors get blown by such illin-spits / Fill the page with rage to make you trip and flip you know i'm killin-shit... |
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02-19-2003, 04:39 PM
read mah missives dey gonna be abussive//dun botha ta tink imma noobie ta dis//cuz battlins mah business//i roam the streets workin' hard hopin i can't be beat//cuz wit da shiet dey spit//dey be bowin on da knees kissin' mah feet//ill light up da show like a crazy ass raver//beat ya ass down like da chic from tome raider//if u eva try ta disss dis miss ill soon become yo worse hater//don't fuget im as rough as dat hardcore gator//taken over da waters//imma hunt ya down//dun tink i be clownin' around//cuz when im thru wit mah shiet//ull leave wit a frown upon yo face//livin in disgrace//ill put u back in yo place//itll be yo name ill erase//leave yo blood all over da place//shoot u in da head//leave u lyin' on da ground ta blead ta death//enuff said//im out
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Yous a Fookah...foOkah!!!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I da new bitch on da block//here ta suck ya cock//but if u ask me alot//imma make u go ka plop// - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them" |
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02-19-2003, 06:21 PM
just watch me drop muh feet right onta ya skull
cuz I'm shakin ya all fuck dem hate typea flow-Dez. V. This bitches bones crack in his face as he gasps for air / Shoulda taken your stupid ass hate spits elsewhere / Flows too wet for ya, breathless and restless, can't compare / We got the kiss of life, we like a breath of fresh air / Hangman intercepts the mic off Dezzy V. / Rips up the stage then leaves the cable swinging for the next emcee / So observe as I drop this clear clarity / The vocal tone reverberates, attacking your sanity / I'm so fucking hungry, it's like I've never been feed / Shit, I got words-in-my-head like y'all got turds-in-ya-bed |
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i got words in my head like y'all got turds in ur bed -
02-19-2003, 07:14 PM
I got words in mah head like y'all got turds in yah beds//
u thinkin omg they found out// n yah turning red// man you mouth jus hanging there// has it become led?// come on, try n rap// i still need 2 b fed// Was dat? speak up i cant hear// hey is dat a tear// ok start crying, shove y0 face in a pillow// my words will always be near// Hauntin you n y0 sleep n dreams// I'll fuck you up n ur bboy team// by myself w/o a gun// n i wont get paid, i do it fo fun// Man i'll beat y0 heavy-wieght, n he weighs a ton// Dont try n joke, people wont get ur stoopid pun// go ahead n try n rap// cuz all u gonna do it choke n blow hot air// n people around jus aight gonna care// Payce, i'll b back |
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02-20-2003, 12:03 AM
grrrrr can sum1 respond to this im hooked lol
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02-20-2003, 02:35 PM
cuz all u gonna do it choke n blow hot air//
n people around jus aight gonna care//-beyond help ya try an spit rhymes but i cut off ya air flow/ so u be beggin fo help, but i don't care bro/ cuz ya rhymes is wack an ya flow is weak/ all i hear is giberish when u try ta speak/ so get in ur desk as i give u a lesson on rhymes/ show u how to recite an spit yo lines/ cuz yo spits sound like tha way yo feet smell/ r u rhyming or gagging? kinda hard ta tell/ so quit ur incessant squealing, gimme a break/ cuz all this garbage is giving me a headache. peace |
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it's all about tha funk
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02-20-2003, 05:44 PM
All this garbage is givin me a headache//
You shuld jus stick with cookin pancake// When you rhyme it makes me wanna smah y0 head wit a rake// Or throw you into a lake// I make my rhymes, while all you do is take// My words r so thick, you culd make them into a shake// You words don't mean shit, they so fake// Bow down, cuz you cant touch me// My words will make you my slave// by the way, go get me some tea// Oh and bitch, i need a shave// My spit so powerful it keeps you so u wont flee// OK, you can go back into ur cave// I sleep, while my words surround you// You so pitiful, i think i might put u in a petting zoo// So all the kids can watch you go moo// N all you can do// is eat sleep n poo// So shoo// |
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"...So shoo" -
02-20-2003, 08:39 PM
so shoo quick, before my voodoo spits make you-sick/
luck's ran out: you behind the 8ball, and i got the pool stick// rocking a speech impediment; see, I just cant stop spittin/ the rap equivalent of hittin a grand slam in the 9th inning// like nice linnen, cant be touched: too smooth/ you lose; ya life or ya heart warring with me, so you choose// come on!... you know i dont make up words like nore or q-tip/ or put on wack performances like shaq in bluechips// so who's sick?..here's hint he's the hard liquor before the chaser/ need another? it 'Ah-choo!', 'COUGH', 'Sniff sniff' Cough! Razor // im like a warhead no matter where ya stand ya gonna fall/ so if you steppin to me you about as sharp as a bowling ball// nomadic style- wanna meet up with swordslinger? then catch the redeye/ so you watch me bring the force harder than any brother claimin they jedi/// |
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..And here is my soundclick page dammit check for new shit soon "...LMT, PT, Martial Arts Instructor = Gangsta??" |
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02-21-2003, 12:41 PM
nomadic style- wanna meet up with swordslinger? then catch the redeye/
so you watch me bring the force harder than any brother claimin they jedi/// - Razorbrain Bringing force harder than if I was fuckin Yoda / It's the long awaited return of the microphone exploder / No contest as to who's stranglehold's colder / I'ma control ya, coz i plain own ya / melt shit like hot magma when I grab ya and fuckin stab ya / Yes it's the return of the back-stabber / the whack track-nabber / the microphone grabber, toast these hoes like they was bread / spread they ass with butter, leave bite mics all across they head / Froze tones that leave all foes with icicle dreadlocks / Ride them like bicycles, sinful like sex outta wedlock / Wreck all foes with a whack agenda / now I'ma pass the mic to the next contender... |
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02-21-2003, 01:36 PM
"wreck all foes with a whack agenda, now Ima pass the mic to the next contender...."-Hangman
which is me the D I enter the thread then set my style free n just let it vent kinda like hot air comin from a furnace movin threw the ducting to the outer surface yo I spit so hot dont bother tryna burn this I'll blow out ya flames like candles on a cake cuz I'm droppin so heavy yall cant handle the wait only man that can is hangman the great who patiently waits, for his turn, to dismantle you fakes, n spit words this shit burn, so try standin place but ya cant, you'll get hurt, when we shatter ya face |
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"but ya cant, you'll get hurt, when we shatter ya face" -
02-21-2003, 02:07 PM
faces break-and-explode, while i wait-to-reload, leave these bitches rattled and stirred like i'm shakin-these-foes.
niggas fakin-to-pose, actin like they relatin-to-pros. makin me mad, cuz you know they ain't makin-no-dough... stoppin-cash, i'm droppin bills like i'm droppin-flasks... shocked-n'-gasped, bitches can't believe they eyes when they see my rockin-abs. I'm in my computers class rite now, so i decided to drop a quick one... oh shit, the teacher's coming... peace... |
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02-21-2003, 03:49 PM
" bitches cant beleive they eyes when they see my rockin abs..."
-RazzleDazzle Razzle Dazzle Passed me Ammo now I'm blastin cats, spittin plastic raps, they shatter like I'm smashin glass cuz they think there new school but cant pass the class spittin whack ass raps they straight talkin crap yo i gotta laugh, Icant help it, its like a comic act the way they rock the track there logics whacked they get chopped in half, dont beleive me watch me snap and drop thee axe Ya like that cat yo I'll be back with my wild ass my styles stack as i sit back relax n pile raps, ridin tracks and its bin like that since a while back so I dont know why yall deny your whack cuz if ya cant even cypher then why yall rap |
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cuz if ya cant even cypher then why yall rap............. -
02-21-2003, 04:19 PM
Nasty styles like rats, influencin battlin cats/
Need to set the "gat" down, dog learn some facts/ It's old and wack, cats can't seem ta pass-the-mic/ Spend a minute to write, fillet beats, my spits-are-tight/ I lit-this-right, blazin chronic mix-my-mind/ I trick-this-time, multiple-lines how I express-my-rhymes/ I press-rewind, to hear what I just wrote/ Mixin senses, read my slick rhymes, equip a rain-coat/ My brain-floats, on a pool of deeply dank thoughts/ Thoughts rock the snot-box, burnin red-hott/ I caught myself do-it-again, those my sun-spots dis our cypher, yall my kin-men/ Damn, you guys have been hittin this thread hard..........I gotta get back in it. Peace. |
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