You people; Can't get a rhythm flowing, Can't keep ya words glowin, you're diein' in the spot - you aint all that hot - So step down. Down from where ya at', grab out at ya hat, and split - cause; this is my time now, you'va had yours... Cure up ya sores - and move out now. Ya move out now. (to be continued when I can be bothered to)
awe yeah - c da jaded flowah in sowah, reelin from the tip of wesmorris' powah full Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! manjoint, yo I think I'm bout to da point where annihilating sciggers is an overlord joint he say boom, bing, blappin anna flappin squashin anna sloshin in the ruins of rappas get dissed and line the soles of his shoes punk ass bitches - day fall fo da rooz. it aint biology, psykology, knowledgy or quantity iss pure, nerdoverlord pimpin his scizzology. :m: yiyah. (to be continued if I get to it later)
Yo yo, bak da fuk up. Hit the base line one time,yo, yo. Dont fuk wit dis kid, you'll fall deep. like Freddy Krueger, I'll cut your ass up and then haunt you in your sleep. I'm like a hurricane, beleive it, conceive it, no where to run, when I'm bringin on da pain. Your nothin new, you fool as for me, i've bin rockin these beats since the age of only two A king, is born, thats what the doctor said I've got the smile of a devil but a halo overhead. You punks call it philosophy, but me ,I see, You couldn't hold a candle when your standin next to me Mass destruction, an erra of terror. It's my time, and you must have made an error. Cause I don't play that, step back, your whack, your talkin shit every time you hit the crack I own this place, it's mine ,divine. Just my smile, can rip a hole in time. History, you'll see, I've lived before, they all bow down and start kneeling on the floor. You've been blessed, you see, With the lyrics put forth by the one and only me. So all you bitches sit down, and no frowns. When I'm up in this forum don't you ever fuk around. My presence alone, in a garden, makes every fruit and flower hit its peek in early blossom. And one last thing......Fuck I'm awesome! word to your mother
Bravehearts.. Lookit these silly fools talking about AK's and Uzi's Havin no common sense, just an inner urge to do me I've been slanging the double S with the best of em And I enter here and see kids with egos bigger than Nephilim Stupid kid rhyming "terror" with "error" thinking he nice I dont blame him, you listen to Chingy and think that shit will suffice Stupid hos momentum7 and wesmorris wanted beef with the don I'm about to have you queers on your knees saying "we wrong!" I'll be emptying these clips in your momma's hole tonight boy Who you think brought out the 69 fool, I'm the real McCoy Poor lil' missie, yup she was inexplicably intimidated Moaning for more, she asked me if I had any kin related Told her to shut up and bend over or be sedated Cos §outh§tar's in the house and you'll be replace-ed. Queens.
hah guys read it all and tell me what u think.. its about freinds and enemeys. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I reCALL that I'm FALLIN wit every "RIVAL" I MAKE// TAKIN-their-HATE BINDS-me-to-CRAWLING and FINDS me HATIN-my-STATE that I'm FAKIN-of-LATE// RAKE-IN true friends would be GREAT but I guess I'm MISTAKIN-MY-FATE// I need to MAINTAIN-this FRAME-of-MIND my "TRAIN-of-THOUGHTS"// "TRACKS" me BACK to NAMELESS-TIMES when we "MIMED" SHAMELESS-PLOTS// That were MADE-and-DROPPED when friends weren't "FAME-and-PROPS"//(fake) I'm so CONFUSED-in-this-WILDNESS I'd rather LOSE-IT-and-get-VIOLENT// Than have to CHOOSE-EMPTY-SILENCE or have to PROOVE-MY-ALLIANCE// To all these PEEPS who PRETEND-SHIT like they are DEEP into FRIENDSHIP// When those who are "PREACHING-COMMANDMENTS" are also "BREACHING-THE-MANS-WISH"//(priests molestin kids) Who the FUCK-MUST-I-TRUST in a world where love is LUST// CRUSHING the means as they RUSH and "BRUSHING" off friends "without TOUCH"// But now if your FRIENDS-YOUR-ENEMY and life's TRENDS-FLOW-ENDLESSLY// Can we MEND-FOR-MEN-TO-BE and BLEND which TRANSCENDS-FROM-FAMILY//(can we turn friendship from all this shit it is, back into family) LOAN-ME-PROMISES-of-DEVOTION-LAWS cause my HOMIES-"BOMB"-ME-like-"HIROSHIMA"// I CALMLY-SIT-AND-POST-MY-THOUGHTS-that-CONTROL-ME and this PSALM-LIKE-SCRIPT-EXPOSES-MY-DOGGS-as-PHONIES//WOW! Roasted tha page!
Growing up as a kid I never HAD nothing not FAMILY// My Father's "shut from my mind" like he was a "BAD-MEMORY"// It's SAD-TO-SEE, all that PATENTS-ME I never had a DAD-TO-SEE// Is he as MAD-AS-ME? That were one "branch" shorter of a real "FAMILY-TREE"// This HAD-TO-BE, a new beggining or maybe an END, half my days I been "spinning" IN just like a "60's TREND"// Or a vicious BLEND of HALF-MAN HALF a TRYING-SEED// A LAST-CHANCE at DRY-HANDS for a DYING-BREED// I'm CRYING-"GREED" after YEARS where TEARS were "avoided" like a "DEADLY-SIN"// I SHED-MY-SKIN, get my "HEAD on straight" then I'm "BEHEADED-AGAIN", I'm TREADIN-IN-THIN-WATERS...// I'm being the WORLD and a FATHER to a GIRL who aint my DAUGHTER// I can't RELY on my MIND I can't FIND-the-TIME gotta hustle to SURVIVE// But what if I get incarserated who's gon keep my SIS-ALIVE// Who's gon bail me out if I get LOCKED-UP who's gon step in my KICKS-and-THRIVE// Who's gon take over my life if i get CHALKED-UP, who would PICK this life of MINE// Life's a FINE-LINE you can "WALK it and DIE-TRYIN" Or you can TALK and can BUY-TIME but all "WALKERS-we-TRY-DYING"// I REBELLED-OVER-my-DEMONS-SCREAMIN-PREACHES-on-EACH-SHOULDER// But the DEVIL'S-HOLD-IS-SCREENING-DREAMS-AND-INFESTING-my-CHEST-wit-COLDNESS//
stole a bike from tha postman/rid that bike to tha E man/ popped two pills and i flew through the air like p Pan
all you bitches are nuttin but shit //cause you all sound like you be sucking some dick// i flip too much script for you to rip// so you better hide ya lip b4 that lip gets split// im drunk off five hundred and fifty five bouborn nips//so get the fuck outta my face b4 everyone gets hit bitch
all you bitches are nuttin but shit //cause you all sound like you be sucking some dick// i flip too much script for you to rip// so you better hide ya lip b4 that lip gets split// im drunk off five hundred and fifty five bouborn nips//so get the fuck outta my face b4 everyone gets hit bitch
Yeah . .. uh . .. uh Yeah . .. here we go . . . Uh . . . uh . .. yeah yeah hit it . . . Oh yeah . . . . yeah . .. uh . .. muddafockas Yeah . .. uh . . . yeah . .. Peace out.
Thats pretty good Nick. You know how to rhyme. Your lucky talent aint a crime or you would be doing some time. awwwwwwwyeah!!
I hate to rap, this is just stupid crap. Your lifes are worthless to me I´ll end them, you´ll see. The last thing you´ll feel will be my cold blood red steel, cutting through your fucking head better back off for I am friggin mad.
I gotta ask: Do you automatically win an online rap battle if you're lucky enough or have the foresight to post at exactly 4:20?
It seems a bunch of losers think it means making sure the last word of each sentence has to rhyme with the next. Can anyone beat this:
