and take a hold, boys that die before 20 years old, i know i'll be aight though, cause they lookin out for goddis soul - flobot

it aint my soul i'm worried 'bout but my motherfuckin mind
i rhyme to clear it up, but the drugs are startin to blind
me to the sense of it all, why the fuck do i even care
fuck the world, fuck friends when ya need 'em they aint there
they all just run away, but fuck that, i don't need deadbeats
i need peeps who are sweet when i my life i under heat
not dudes who fuck off when the goin is bad
i need peeps to stand by me through the troubles that i have...

[flobotopics]

i need peeps to stand by me through the troubles that i have...dobb

so the mic i grab to bust through the barrier, stayin fly like planes off the aircraft carrier
just to bust the bombs, sick like bitches wit crusty thongs, me and my boys share trusting bonds
yall liftin fake weight like "hanz and franz*'' the mizzzic mics my wand
and it produces magic, like beef between friends introduces static, fuck republican this country ain't democratic
the facts are added, the votes were tabulted, we still wonder why and how he made
this shit is too shady for it to have been fated, no one still has related
check the sig after the post, yall gettin eatin like the pig after the roast

* hanz and franz from saturday night live

[Mode]

check the sig after the post, yall gettin eatin like the pig after the roast - mCcloverflave the wonder flow

i'm hard with a boast, but i'm just playin 'n shit,
sayin i'm sick, slayin ya kids in a day 'n i'm quick,
ya'll just lay in a ditch, slaughtered 'n beat,
the whirlwind wordsmith can't be taught what i speak,
it comes natural, everyday yo i'm ready to bust,
steady we rush turnin heads to confetti 'n mush,
haven't spit in a week it's shit but still i'm rippin it neat,
no matter how long i'm out you'll never limit my speech..

[flobotopics]

no matter how long i'm out you'll never limit my speech....mode

my status increase wit every flo i release, refund ya rhymes without showing reciepts
now i delete wack post cause of my modship, but i'll keep dropping these bombs cause kids i'm explosive
so sick its attrocious, like caged lions i bust out furocious, miles away is the next mc whos the closest
couldn't catch a trace wit an indian tracker, cause most cats compared to me jus seem wacker
and i'm so white even white kids call me cracker, in a battle i'm know as the biggest x factor
i plant the seeds of life like farmers in tractors, fans applaudin turns you off like your run by the clapper
imma go down as one of the best like brett farve as a packer

imma go down as one of the best like brett farve as a packer - flobot

i think that was a line about american football?
but fuck ball, i don't know shit, so ima change this up y'all
i'm sick of peeps so weak they try to change me
rearrange the way i act so im the way think think i should be
why cant they love me the way i am, i cant fake
my heart breaks every night in bed jus' wishin they could take
this boy for who he is, yeah i'm bi n i do drugs
but peeps don't respect me in hiphop coz i aint a thug
so what if i wear lipgloss and feather boas and pvc?
its still the same me, the cat who bboys n busts frees
i still spin my decks n rep the culture i love n trust
but the peeps with closed minds, they just shove n push
they 'thug' n cuss, the only difference is i dont do bling
their taunts n mocking stings, jus coz i do my own thing
it don't mean i dont got skills an i cant make hype tracks
i write raps to represent my soul n they cant buy that
but fuck it, i aint changin i'ma be me for ever yo
i aint gon' hide n deny myself n never flow....

[Amputationz]

since a cypher tourneys comin up, i might as well try a cypher, hehe. damn, i cant spit free verse for shit...

i plant the seeds of life like farmers in tractors- Phlegm of subjects... (wtf? ignore me)


first thoughts primitive, introduced to earth
vocab limited, but holds words in no worth
its birth, next president, or maybe actor?
or will you be some nobody death leaves you no legacy after
its cold, you can be rejoicing, celebrating at a friends or famiuly's place
and the next thing you see? the reapers soulless eyes etched into a face
no life, no soul, no hope, no meaning,
no right? all wrong, you just lose all feeling
disconnected, go from off the dome, or playin with ya kid at ya home
next thing, you're body's prone, broke on an alleyway alone
could be seventy, could be five, may never feel alive
is there an afterlife? sigh, but all you want to do is cry,
see the ones you love, watch the clouds in the sky go by
pray to ya god on high, pick a star, keep it alive inside
of ya heart, now you pickin up the parts
of ya mind to find your soul is shot
grim reaper scythe aligned with ya spine
as you fail to remember the life you once got
forget-me-nots paint a reminder amongst the rest of the plants
i aint gonna lie, we might not live on
soul gone, no afterlife, just a funeral song...



first off-the-dome i ever done. i normally hate my stuff, but im gonna have my head up my ass for a long time to come after this

[Mode]

soul gone, no afterlife, just a funeral song... - amp

i knew it was wrong, but i let him spark beef,
my boy didn't listen so i followed in heart beats,
headlong into battle where camera crews captured,
news fact's of dudes actin to abuse factions,
loose fractions impact when the heat pops,
soon there's heaps cops rushin to the beef spot,
fall back with each knock from these hot heat rods,
soon the freaks stop, mainly 'cos goddi stepped up,
'n god he wrecked some 'n mob's bled red stuff,
in the aftermath we spit some master raps,
chilled in the waste 'n sipped on a glass of schapps

[flobotopics]

chilled in the waste 'n sipped on a glass of schapps...mode

while i'm drinking pabst's blue ribbon, got my dues spittin, so sick yall left flu stricken
while beats from the one and twos hittin, my teeth grittin waiting my turn to start flippin
mic gripin pipe lit en', packed full of all the weed thats fittin, smoke pounds in one sittin
fuck whats writtin i use spoken word, so my dopeness is heard, to every burough and burg
i come off slurred when drinking for hours at a time, always using the powers of the mind
take showers and listen to sublime, it gets the day started right, especially if i was out all night
fake mcs bug me like they just crowded at the light, stay real my motto and i shout it on the mic

fake mcs bug me like they just crowded at the light, stay real my motto and i shout it on the mic - flobot

and while you shout, i scream, i'm green n mind's keen
smokin weed for fine dreams of sex, define clean?
coz i'd rather be dirty, rather get freaky n nasty
last week if ya asked me, then i'd still want ya ass free
shake ya booty for me baby, don't wanna hear 'no' or 'maybe'
i wanna hear 'yes, god damn fuck me harder,' girl, dont try n play me
i wanna do it all crazy, bend over while i spank ya hard
n restart my juices flowin before i depart, sex is an art
at least it is for me, a complex mixture of pleasure n pain
i'm clever with 'brain', insane between the sheets, call my name
at the top of ya voice n rejoice at my testicular fortitude
i can cum n go for hours, shit you'll never get bored it's true
i'm raw with food in the bedroom, like to 'eat' while i fuck
if ya think ya beat me at kinky.....................good luck

[Reflekt]

if ya think ya beat me at kinky.....................good luck - Dobb

i can't be stuffed thinking, so i sit back and relax,
but my mind is trapped, so i can't ignore these facts,
distorting crap that cracks my back in many places,
as i'm smacked to the ground, i stare into deranged faces,
a strange place for me to view, bare yet diffused,
i blame it all on you, and i don't care if i abuse,
misuse power and rights, but i stay to accuse through mics',
won't lose any fights, yet some times i cower with fright,
step through the carnage at night, just to write,
empowered visions of youth who stand for their rights...

[like Amp, just havin a practice for the tourney]

empowered visions of youth who stand for their rights...-reflekt

send some of that empowerement my way, coz i'm gay
and sometimes gay rights are hard to fight in rhymes sake
too many peeps wanna put us down n frown
knock us to the ground n pound us, n still we dont make a sound
but we need to, we bleed through most of our adolescent years
we cry in flourescent tears, glittering through our ashen fears
coz sometimes standin proud an screamin out with pride
can end in pain with anguish and a 'cap' in ya hide...

[puertolumbian]

can end in pain with anguish and a 'cap' in ya hide... - Dobbs


practice a line, til i become the fastest to die
through the caps of the raps of the ashes in time--
im clash-in designs, til my soul elevates in skill
take control of the whole heaven and grow seven weapons until--
i break free and succumb to the factor of life
i back up in strife while i pack up the kinfe
3, 2, 1...ascend like i 'blast off' tonite
pass off the light, i run marathons wit these 'tracks'
let the flames rekindle, its that simple, 3 words..."yuh teams wack"
scheme craft, while i steam past the presence of hell
might as well call me the new york times cause if i said it, it sells...

[syndrohm]

might as well call me the new york times cause if i said it, it sells... - PL

well new york times it is then its pl's decision given the fact/
hes spitten better than some veterens who never enter in posts/
or are close to wack, instead of gettin better in flows but enough of that/
here to learn, be dead or elevate to a level greater than an L can take you/
haters i shake you off no matter what you wanna say or rate me/
how much you wanna hate me im still gonna be me/
and thats the great thing about being me even if you beat me/
ill throw a 360 come back and compleatly destory you/
cuz i learn from my losses in war if i cant win i still wont avoid you/
but bush, like i do, should learn what the cost is...

but bush, like i do, should learn what the cost is... - syndrohm

it seems that he lost his mind n gave in to his greed
akin to a need of war, why? i'm not sure, is it a sin to take heed?
but wait..........

....i'm sick of talk of bush n politics its played, i wont fade
into the crowd of haters too dismayed
to express themselves insteada popular views
say what THEY feel insteada what's rockin' the news
it seems every1 is all caught up in this dumb cunt
its like cheap liquor on the lawn, this shit is a 'rum-front'
jus' drop it, he won the election, move on, get over it
i'm gettin so tired with the same topic, seems that all the new flows're shit
i need originality, to keep my mind interested not repetition
leave it outta ya flows kids, just make a fuckin petition
its like a failed demolition, ya shit just aint hit right
pick a new topic y'all steada persuin a lost fight...

[Mode]

pick a new topic y'all steada persuin a lost fight... - rob

i rock mics, kids know this 'n flock, fight when i drop right,
i'm god like, hot, tight 'n whatever else i bombs bright,
attack this hot shit 'n everythin i ever spat is toxic,
while all you kids wanna tourney 'n practice topics,
spit about wars, love bein lost or framed for shit,
my brains are sick, battle me 'n all ya'll frames are split,
can't contest, no stoppin the unstoppable man,
only clones of mode probably can, but thats novelty damn,
my flows'll send shives 'n destroy spinal coloumns,
can't top me, i got a 'brave heart' like the 'trials of wallace'*

*william wallace, from braveheart