[bboy aero]

the year 2003 didnt matter to me/
boogie was drinkin when the ball dropped Aero was takin a pee/
happy new year niggaz screamed out at midnight/
after i took a piss went on computer looking for an emcee fight/
hungry for a win cause i lost my last one/
please believe the next emcee i battle i will blastem/
freestlye ryhm session cypher thread/
so far every nigga to spit has left the mic dead/
hopin i can keep the tradition hold my posittion like i was playing chicken/hope dis little freestlye sticked /
so u can remeber it anywayz peace by aerodynamic

While everybody was partyin on New years eve
niggas didn't even think about people like me
I was on post
M-16 in my hand
didn't give a damn
protectin people back in the states
from here in Japan
long as my sister can grow up wit no fear
I'll live my life in peace year after year
now listen here
Marine Corps life is hard
you get out what you put in an theres no fancy cars
we live a simple life
give us food, clothing, shelter and we'll be alright...

shit, gotta get back to work
later

[jumar1987]

it pains in the worst way/ when times are fueled by terror/
bitches dropping bombs/ peace trudging nearer to rarer/
nobody notices error's being made by none the more fairer/
and when war comes in/ decisions are made by the bearer/
of the missles and bombs/ no matter the reason its wrong/
raise your hand if you want to go to war young like Vietnam/
killing innecents/ civilians/ and little kids to win tha race/
we're bringing in democracy/ we all know that isn't the case/

then whats the case/ soon need to move to another place/
cuz destruction reigns on our special space/
no more earth thanks to the human race/
missles and bombs goin boom and causin tombs/
over everyday society death looms/
political showdowns over the globe like high noon/
nuclear war bringin certain doom/
because of "dubbya" goin ta war outta the womb/
if the kids are the future than we'll have to stay tuned/

Childhood, gone for good, what's left of it now?/
Got every kid on this thread understanding my sound/
So what that say, about our youth today?/
That we're all cynics in the clinics from games we play?/
Gotta say, if we really are the "Youth of the Nation"/
We do best to hide low and be patient/
Cuz when we grow up, and blow up, and show George Bush/
That we're the "Youth of the Nation" and we're not to be pushed/

im gonna try to join the festivities/ i dont need more negativity/ czu its my own creativity/ i rhyme wildly/ cuz im a fuckin monky/ i hang out all dayee/ in a fuckin tree/ i pee on leaves/ i throw my crap/ it stinks like shiat/ i'll igve yaa slap/ but im better than that/ cuz i have skills that u lack/ i dont slack/ i'll shove my foot up ur ass crack/ knock ya flat/ well thats the end of that







lol that shit is really fucked up but i dont care cuz i gotta take a crap

Yeah, straight up, we tha young'ns of this nation
We're your future, the next generation
don't influence us with drugs and guns
it'll just lead to crackheads and puntured lungs
cuz these days, nobody's safe out on the street
women and children buying guns cuz they gotta compete
got kids in gangs, still haven't made preschool
shootin from they trikes, circlin like whirlpools
little kids knowin guns betta than they daddies did
"That's Timmy, he's cute, but don't make mad this kid,
I hear you could die from the wounds he inflicts...
here's the shocker, he's not even six."

[Roc]

Timmy done grew up to be a hustla/ lived tha gangsta lyf to mack weed, its juz a dolla/ sold by tha dark alley, juz say "holla"/ a plain signal to roll tha Impala/ lil Tim jumps in, he waitin fo his share/ didnt really know that dis tym nobody cared/ tha gud ol' driver pulls out his gun/ "Son ya missed a payment, ya think its fun?"/ Tim had nuttin on him so he had to run/ reached fo tha door, bang, his lyf wuz done/ juz anotha cat dead lyk Big Pun/ R.I.P. to peeps who had xiet and cash in tons.../

[bboy aero]

little timmy didnt know the extremeityof the life as a hustler/
got caught by a cop shot dead fucked up his props/
now niggaz remeber him as the cat dat got popped/
Jrock stated his mistakes in his last verse/
hope niggaz learn so they dont end up in a hurst/
the streetz is gettin worse day by day niggaz is tryin to escape from they problems blaze by blaze/
lookin for an escape reality cause they cant face the tragedy/
cant handle whats goin on around them so emcee's lighten up the topic by ryhmin about ryhmin

[razorbrain]

i solomnly swear/ to our people lost, hearin our prayers/
channel the tears, positively,got one hand up in the air//
the other crosses the heart; my promise laid right from the start/
to engulf the world with my flames, but i gotta start first from the spark//
and blow more heat right to it; fan the flames till it grows/
cant beleive im freestyled this huh? well, thats how it goes//
when ya put ya mind to it/ in ya mind, lines, shoot right through it/
im bi lingual, hip- hop is the language im most fluent//
keppin it short, keepin movin; keepin it groovin/
online rhyme-time, yall keep up the music//

Blaow. The music that a gunshot makes.
The percussion of the bullet and the life it takes.
The "ching" of cash registers, blood money flows,
The repercussions, no-one cares, or no-one knows.
The cold gat strapped, whack packs of hood cats,
The ratta-tat-tat and the scarlet blood splat.
From white skin comes red,
From black skin, the same,
The warriors lie among the dead,
The fallen die in vain.

******************

Peace.

[Roc]

tha fallen die in vain, must realize its such a shame/ families that be left behind, they be in pain/ wondrin why they neva remained/ coz they chose to be violent, gone insane/

why possess such obscurity?/ its as if u hav sold yo self to immunity/ so much bloodshed, no mo' purity/ yo acts sent ya to tha bottom of yo hierarchy/

reminiscin tha past, u wer such a cute boy/ sadly nuff u grew up wit a gun as yo toy/ the only means wuz to be coy/ betta end yo lyf story, im gettin annoyed.../

as shown by the events of 9-11/
all Purity saved for Angels in Heaven/
at age seven, shootin guns for fun/
now from the cops he runs through the slums/
where he lives, bears witness to this crack buisness/
doesn't listen, packin a glock and a knife/
will fight twice and doesn't hesitate to take a life/
just cuz the world fucked up don't make it right/
black on black crime skyrocketing, kids kidnapped at night/
planes crashing people staring in horror and fright/
these events take their toll of pain, like a stain on a vain soul/
want to see suffering, sit back and let the news reel roll/

I just read everyone's and it touched me so i posted, to let you know that above all else each and everyone of your rhymes touch me(cept monkey)
here's my contribution.



A tear in my eye, best believe it...
....I wanna cry, stead i'm gonna weave it
Use my pain anger and suffering...
...Turn my lyrics into a release, i'm hearin mother's sing:
"My Son, my daughter, my sister, my aunt....
...Why'd you have to die, that wasn't apart of God's plan,
how the hell, am i gonna get by, without you by my side....
...My eyes might be closed but my hearts open wide
When the time comes for me to go...
...I hope you'll be there and show.

No gain without pain, its the sad truth of life...
...my stomachs bubbling, I can't take this strife
I'm this motherfucking close to taking this knife...
...Right through my skin and into my wife
Cause no one deserves to live anymore...
...The world is forever torn with terror and war.

[Roc]

yeah, mah stomach did bubble/ clenched it hard as i saw tha towers crumble/ fucked up planes that made it tumble/ look at us now, aint we humble?/

true that but we still got our heads up/ aint backin down even if they said "shut tha fuck up"/ retaliation is what's up/ their graves is where they'll end up/

America, go ahead and be proud/ say ur prayers before u say it aloud/ "We're ready to battle, we're juz lyk bloohounds/ huntin preys in cities, ghettos, and towns."/