dumy Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 LOTTA NIGGAS TALK SHIT ABOUT HOW GOOD THEY RAP AND SHIT, WELL NIGGAS TIME TO PROVE YOURS...MILTON, MERO, 26.. AND ALL Y'ALL LOW POST COUNT HAVIN' ASS NIGGAS THAT ARE LIKE "I'm a white rapper, I have an opinion" HERES AN OPPROTUNITY TO INCREASE YOUR HERBA ASS POST COUNT AND DROP A "FRESH ASS RHYME TO IMPRESS YOUR PEEPS", REALLY NOT REALLY... IF YOU SCARED DON'T REPLY THIS THEAD IS FOR REAL LYRICISTS.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 what you want text or audio? heres some random battle type ish but if anyone wants to hook up some audio with me and trade feedback let me know. these cats cant ascertain, everything my tounge lash is flame, get tragically slain imagine this game, not havin this name thats like books without binds, hooks without rhymes, motha fuckin crooks without crimes, cooks without swine lay down the mic now, slay clowns with my hype sound, raw throughout the nation like movin trucks of white pounds release the verbals that light rounds, on anyone who think i might sound, any less than the best get snuffed right now please take it another direction, must got mad hate to govern that aggression, not enough of mothers attention see a psychiatrist,, i smile at kids, they dont know how live ill get, spittin darts at ya frame to leave your spinal wet what you tryna bet? got a hundred grand that says the flows the ruggedest in the land, and im lovin this man got so many that wanna replicate, they just second rate, need my steez to have the confidence to step to plate but i catch that shit comin and intercept the play, expose you to have your half assed career swept away never want to bump heads, leave everything you love dead, cus hothead steady rest above you like bunk beds come get punked kid, try to drop knowledge but i slam intelligence, cop bottles and smoke grams in hellish pits understand how im tellin it, kickin thought patterns and thats all that matters, too much to understand you get tossed in spasms, lost in travels, erase your mind complete but thats the cost of battle put up or shut up thats the way it go, got beef dont just say it yo, most the motherfuckers must be crazy slow tryin out for the rap special olympics, but hothead i wreckon he gifted, for every second he spit shit, a thousand clones spawn in every direction its sickenin, plus mad groupies pull out my erection and get that shit licked kid Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoboThruster Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 maybe I should get of my high horse. But the typing of lyrics doesn't really do it for me. And I've never talked my shit up so saying that isn't a cop out. Fuck you fuck heads. p.s. (I've started swearing excessivley lately . Its aweful. ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Yeah like I said I'm not sure if this was an audio thread or just lyrics? I'm not saying I'm the best but I enjoy hiphop and rhyming so I figured I would add my part. If this is audio then I'll up some shit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 21, 2005 Author Share Posted November 21, 2005 if niggas got audio, they should post it..it would be nicce to have the written to accompany it as well.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wink ONE Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 It seems she loved the smell of winter Whenever it came, something got in her Her eyes glimmered, breeze tossed her hair Pleasant smile, watched her red nostrils flare Yearning for the chance to play around Spent all day hiking ontop of the mounds Crawling to the next after she came it down She's been crowned Queen of the Mountain In love to where she can't live without it Each day she went to paradise, I thought her selfish But I saw how the frostbite renders her helpless She danced like Indians for a shower of snow Wind burned, couldn't leave if she didn't powder her nose You know how it goes, she took the hard road happily But I let it go on, I let her enjoy her own tragedy Mangled by her own apathy- she had no judgement But I sat back, I did nothing I always believed some cold air opened the chest Till I found her in a pile of snow, frozen to death. This belongs on an album I'm working on, but, whatever. Battle raps whenever I get home. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Heres a verse the lost prophet, the boss rock shit, yall lost drop it, get caught sobbin better off robbin, get no money here, stuck with rusty spears, left with bloody gear taken down easily,predictable like the seasons be, breakin clowns pleases me, nobody seein me,king of this court, mvp of this sport, yall mtv and the sorts i need the weed and the ports, use it ta get nice, then spit precise, split these mics its thar rock cocaine flow laced with vikes, attack pop clowns, you wack stop now if we both drop sounds, compare the both and all you gots frowns hothead the great, toptens he make,dropdead you fake, leave you dropped in a lake the god gravitate weightless, stabbins made traceless, due to ya lame statements, submit a grave as ya main placement, go rotaway, take ya spot away, were never hot anyway, everything you dropped was gay, could never measure high, all the pleasures mine, in my voice is where the treasure lyes, poisonous verbals dead u guys skills is omnipotent, the untimely poet, with that grimey flow and the mind be goin these rhymes be showin, divine force, u spendin time in courts, while im gettin lines in source every word quotable, wether it spoke or wrote, takin tokes of smoke, average joes are broke status stays elevated, check the plays im favorite, thats the way im behavin, fuck what u thought just save it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milton Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 I dip quills quickly inside, but it's sticky and dry Like the product opium smokers hit to get high Till we wither and die; caught up in pivotal times Spit trivial rhymes; the weight we grasp should break our backs Reminiscing of days building was a Masons' task And Monuments they made with slabs, granite and limestone In the blazing sand; its tough to handle the ride though I'm glad to arrive home, with the planets alligned strong The damage to minds done with cans of rustoleum Some manage to hold thier guns, scavenge petroleum Rock like a boulders son; keeping heat beneath your feet Until I'm too weak to speak, maybe they've beaten me Have I seen defeat? Maybe she was shrouded in lies In a cowards disguise I had no power to fight The Flower of Life only blooms an hour in time Shit from a long time ago when I thought I was a conscious rapper. Turns out I wasn't its from a track called "Dreams of Alexandria." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milton Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Mr. Gucci very dope stuff indeed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Lyrics: step to the battlefield, my gat on weild, walkin in a place where many caps are peeled taking fearless steps, takin spears to necks, only gonna stop when open fields are left rollin like achhiles, crackin mothafuckas down the center like phillies, steady spill these main arteries, dealiverin pain just like it was taught to me, step infront of this train cautiously man ill hit you like a brick wall, so i can sit tall, wanna face off your quick to get malled rippin through crowds savagely, my machete ravaging, me bein dead is not happening fighting hard till the end, brawlin through men, they always make mistakes like drawing in pen take advantage of that, put my land on the map, sever your body parts put ya hand in a sack bring it back to the village, mysterious to the children, marked in history for my mericless killen the lord of the rap, nothin shorter than that, the rest of these cats aint even a quarter of that dont step to battle, leave your frame rattled, whole fuckin army slayn just like cattle this is the best, you dont want to contest, war tactics'll leave your skeleton undressed my peoples leader, stackin bodies like katrina, twistin off caps like a bottle of aquafina blood drenched armory, you dont want a part of me, your whole units a buffet and im starvin g comin for the crown, leave you sunk in the ground, bodily remains left in chunks and mounds as i discard your flesh, wish you didnt start this mess, my fuckin presence marks the best supernatural juggarnaut, far surpassed anything that hugs the block, must be puffin rock to think you can damage this, thats like gettin your tubes tied and still havin kids its not happenin always on top of my game, your left sobbin in pain, while any witnesses are left droppin my name speakin about the chosen one, lettin blood flow for fun, you ready soldier then go get done come on in soon as your legs place, your in check mate, i dont need the tech spray gotta steel blade, to kill fakes, the real way, makin sure your fuckin body will decay Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Yeah goodshit yourself Milton, I'm a big fan of the multi's. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 21, 2005 Author Share Posted November 21, 2005 Milton you got audio's? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 21, 2005 Author Share Posted November 21, 2005 Gucci, I enjoyed it..though I think you need to work on your flow some it seems clipped and forced in a lotta places..just honest criticism.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gunm Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Slap the asian ass, roll up a blunt full of grass,. hit you up for some money 'cause I need five bucks for gas word Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 21, 2005 Author Share Posted November 21, 2005 YEAH THAT WAS DOPE.. damn, I guess ain't no real emcees on this bitch..just a buncha niggas talking shit.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Yeah my flow is what I need to develope more so I have been working on it. Each time I spit it gets a little smoother. I think its mic quality that factors in somewhat too. Like the way my voice is recording right now it sounds more unnatural sometimes then it does live. The spots where I pause and then kick the rest I do that intentionally if thats a factor too. My shit has come up a lot since I started and it will rise more with time. My goal is to have it on some wild shit within maybe 3 years. This summer will be the 2nd year I have been spitting. I've been writing lyrics for like 3 or 4 though. p.s I think I'm going to quit smoking cigarettes in a few days. All the newports and blunts have my shit BURNING if I don't get the verse in a couple takes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 I GOT GUNS THAT GOT GUNS THAT GOT GUNS THAT GOT GUNS BIGGA THAN YOU. GUNS GUNS GA GA GUNS GUNS GUNS THAT GOT GUNS. GUNS NIGGA. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shameless self promotion Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 WORD TO YOUR MUTHA! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herbivore Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 Yo yo, I pull hoes like velcro Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CACashRefund Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 COLLABORATE AND LISTEN CACASH IS BACK WITH A BRAND NEW INVENTION ON A MISSION TO FUCK HOES IN MY FORD EXPEDITION CACASH THE ONE AND ONLY YOU CANT CLONE ME GOT ALOT OF HATERS AND ALOT OF HOMIES SOME FAKE AND SOME PHONY BACK THEN HOS DIDNT WANT ME, NOW IM HOT, HOS ALL ON ME... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rattleytins Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 heres 8 bars or so, see how long i can be bothered to type for , (this is in a London accent) i'm 'a give it to you raw like sushi, man'll come and run their fuckin gums act too deep, but when the final time come can't slew me, fuck releasin anger i explode with fury, spit a thousand riddles but you cant confuse me, i shoot the sherif ride into the sun like movies, i'm 'a leave you stressed out and moodie, im nice, but alcohol and drugs improve me. i know writing lyrics dusn't really work, but if u can see how i flow then tell me wat u think... btw nice lyrics gucci and milton, im on hearin some mad over the top outrage by meroe haha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deterrent Posted November 21, 2005 Share Posted November 21, 2005 No diss. Yo I know this girl that would run for runts On 5th avenue haven't known her a month And now I'm playing doctor, yo I couldn't stop her White chocolate cover nuts all over her whoppers And oh yeah big ups to my peanut butter cups Busy rollin' with my rollos in the back of the bus I'll smack ya just cus ,I sitting milking your duds I'll slip my twix into the mix, Cookie caramel and fudge Smacking big league chew like the big wigs do Where my fiz wiz ,foo? Sour patch kids too Jolly rancher the answer, while pocket in my pants are filling up with m&m's even the ones that cause cancer bubblicious is delicious never need to do the dishes eating wonka bars praying I find the golden ticket No shit there's so many muther fuckin' good and plenty Going to the candy store? Don�t forget my O'henry Yo here's a twenty and you better hurry back quick You know what I want, the uh.. uh.. watchamacallit The uh bar, uh score, uh heath.. yeah that's the one Bring your tooth brush this candy track is almost done Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
26SidedCube Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 normally I'd refuse to ever rap on the internet.. but I'll try to e-freestyle for kicks: ayo, you cromags eat beandip off the tip of my penis, if penship were forensics you hacks'd come up geneless I mean this, more or less in the past tense, like that time last week when you got your ass kicked, flash frame fast forward to when you end up in a casket - I'm blazin' a matchstick while chasin' this crackhit with room backlit and hit that shit like wiffle ball bat kit, amazing with that shit, most spectacular in practice where I showbiz the cinematic past The Passion, emphatic, beat your ass with this ratchet while I backflip from matress then walk around stayin' stuck up like an acrobatic cactus, straight up, these putrid peons perfectly personify patheticism, I plan to transmit more rackette than tennis balls with antennas in 'em Alright, nevermind. I feel corney as shit doing that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
leftover crack Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mackfatsoe Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 ^Hey, it's blest! NYC King!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MEROJUANA Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 I DONT RAP FOR FREE NIGGAS...STEAL A LINE STEAL A HOOK, MOFUCKASSSS LACED STRAIGHT OUT THE GATE, GETCHA FACE ATE LIKE THE SHIT ON A PLATE, AND FUCK RAP IM STILL TOUCHIN THIS WEIGHT, CUZ I AINT EATIN OFFA HOOKS LIKE A FISH IN A LAKE. MEROOOOO BONGAAAAA! MLB TEAM.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
8onus Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 Originally posted by GucciCondom@Nov 21 2005, 11:47 AM Aight heres another joint plus audio. All I'm fuckin with right now is a radioshack mic and nothing else. No editing or layering just straight over the beat. I'm copping Mbox and a new mic around chirstmas so once I learn that shit I will have better recordings. Heres a verse - http://www.filefactory.com/get/v2.1/f2.php...6a5c0b1e7f92313 the lost prophet, the boss rock shit, yall lost drop it, get caught sobbin better off robbin, get no money here, stuck with rusty spears, left with bloody gear taken down easily,predictable like the seasons be, breakin clowns pleases me, nobody seein me,king of this court, mvp of this sport, yall mtv and the sorts i need the weed and the ports, use it ta get nice, then spit precise, split these mics its thar rock cocaine flow laced with vikes, attack pop clowns, you wack stop now if we both drop sounds, compare the both and all you gots frowns hothead the great, toptens he make,dropdead you fake, leave you dropped in a lake the god gravitate weightless, stabbins made traceless, due to ya lame statements, submit a grave as ya main placement, go rotaway, take ya spot away, were never hot anyway, everything you dropped was gay, could never measure high, all the pleasures mine, in my voice is where the treasure lyes, poisonous verbals dead u guys skills is omnipotent, the untimely poet, with that grimey flow and the mind be goin these rhymes be showin, divine force, u spendin time in courts, while im gettin lines in source every word quotable, wether it spoke or wrote, takin tokes of smoke, average joes are broke status stays elevated, check the plays im favorite, thats the way im behavin, fuck what u thought just save it Quoted post THAT SUCKED ASS! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 22, 2005 Author Share Posted November 22, 2005 26 feeling the keyed style..i might do the same later.. anybody here actually got work, like tracks and shit recorded.. I would be willing to reciprocate.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wink ONE Posted November 22, 2005 Share Posted November 22, 2005 I already got tired of e-rapping. It's a proven fact, most cats get whack as time fades But I stay fresh, man- like I failed ninth grade. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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