You boys are worse than cheaply made toys I hear better rhymes grace the beaks of parrots You lines turned her ears green and I rapped her carats I got perfect diction, no competition
Comin at me wrong, I'd say you'd have to be insane, Every poser here is just another casualty to claim, Yall some mindless bitches, rappin like you're glad to be a lame til I explode on all you zombies like calamity n jane, Call it managing the pain, plan to see a change, sleep on me I guarantee you wake up to your canopy in flames, I'm a monster wit the bars, I don't have to do a rewrite, Dont fuck around and D-I-E for tryna live a G's life, N I don't waste a second on the weak type, I'm serious, I be's like.. talk shit to me today and you won't see night, Bitch I'm out here bumpin like a flea bite, N I could roll A pinner out your book of rhymes, your verse still wouldn't be tight
Just know to all of you're questions: i im the answer, Lifes not a bitch shes OUTstanding but i still cant begIN to stand her, Baking then i hit the fridge, call that shit my arm n hammer Shit if i was Kanye i too would've charged the camera. Separate path? well you a sociopath i'm the psychopath, You got aspergers, go fucking hit the bath and wipe your ass, Before i unleash these Bruce Lee fist that hit so lightning fast I'ma whip this kids ass like that one vikings runningback...
I come to this forum to see all this boredom Dunk and punk on you boys . Free throw line like Jordan Your rhymes are boring , got me snoring Snake on grasscity touring, black tar hash burning One hitter quitter, like the raps you boys deliver Hand on the judge , and my finger on the trigger Headed down the path to the guerrilla field by the river Start a fire and pop a wigger , bury all your raps cause I am also a grave digger! Snake gonna rap you up and slither , by the way fuq all u Nigas
original subliminal private charter school i can buy your life type flow on another level like bass vs treble i always let it go can kill you with 4 bars dont try to hard cause you'll get smoked im the valedictorian of this shit subordinates don't fuck around and get choked.
Beat this big guy. Its not me, but i paid this little wanker to make it for me. Pretty talented for a British kid ah. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HMrAjZZvP4
No competition? Well you havent seen my compositions the clock starts tickin for you when i decide to drop a script an The plot'll thicken when i tell you i can write it in seconds Try disrespecting, and you'll have your 3rd eye in my wesson Child my blessin can teach you a lesson on this here music To do it is stupid. Pursuin for somethin you cant view is Kinda pathetic, like where are you headed Where have you treaded? Have you really done shit with this craft? nah youve regretted Sittin at a keyboard, fuckin typin away Tryin to slay the blades that seem weak cuz they like that your gay well lemme tell you somethin quick, you aint been on a stage You cant blaze how i blaze, have the crowds in a daze As they stray in the maze of my mind, formed by my drive So dont ever say you dont have opponents, while im alive! No disrespect, all in fun right?
Dont care what you have to re-write Make an artist homeless like his name was Lee Wright And you still cant roll your rillos tight Lines so weak that they snap when a minnow bites Light as a feather and as rough as a pillow fight Weak in the game and as real as a kilobyte You're nice, you're like exactly what the truth is You're tight, you're right, like a girl who has a few kids Box with the boss and you get KO'd stupid I matched with this bitch once on OK Cupid Use to battle Brick live, solo in a lonely park He use to smoke weed there and sell his macaroni art
Man Your flows are weak Seeping through your clothes To close your chest and rest assured I speak Necessities stressing me pressing the second he Sticks out his chest and flexes his pecs to me He has the urgency To write rhymes that climb to such absurdity First two words would be Over before he knows it, Close to most hes hopless though Even if we doe see doe Your giving what you owe to me. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
I agree with acidsphere, Its not that amazing. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Bitch, I am insane, set flame to your lame claim on a membrane, I speak to a generation like Cobain, nobody knows your name, to your existence I'm bane, you be Able I'm Cain, take aim and torch your wagon train, name of my game, you need a rewrite, shit's as lame as twilight, your arrogance takes flight but where be your likes? I'm the dark knight, hail me my bite worse than the third reichs, don't fuck around wif me player, my talents higher than the f layer, I could submit all your penned pieces, it'd never reach the level of my penned thesis, you should find Jesus, help you to learn I'm the best emcee there ever was. So imma put this is black and white, try to you might, you'll never match my sleight of write
It's been a minute since I posted but Slightly still runs the rap thread All it takes is a couple bars to leave you punks flat dead Yall screwed like a flat head, rap king is what my plaque read With that said, I'm doper than a crack head I klack feds, I'd rather be carried by six.. Just cuz that ho can fuck doesn't mean imma marry that bitch But I'll bury that snitch, tell and it'll be your last day Get snuffed quicker than a doobie in the ashtray I'm handing out free tickets to the mass grave.. Boutta toss some rappers out like it's trash day..
if you cant sleep and you need help, Medititate. Pressed in the face with defeat? Self medicate. Release stress, till you seek less, Elevate. "Tell em, that you'll see em at the moment when there holed in, straight Through the portal.", Threw these mortals to the golden gate. "Told em, fold em, stolen sights we cant afford em", Eye righteous path to boredom seems to be the only way." "Only wait, the golden gate, hold vision of something, that is much bigger Than our puny mental state, can handle." Sininister plots, thickening knots, Each click of the clock goes tickety tock. With enough fate in time a massed, To leave your hands blue. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
@[member="BrickShitHouse"] didn't feel like going back to find the last verse you kicked to me but I'm pretty sure there was one that needed a response With class and work, I got caught up and went M.I.A. Now I'm back to blow your spot up like I'm Michael Bay show them all how you're a talking tough pacifist I looked past your diss and saw you ain't worth shit nigga, slash your wrists just a wanna be alchemist wanna turn your shit rhymes into gold in verse form I'm golden in the worst storms I inverse norms, never expect how Imma flip it picking on these weak dudes got you gassed like a whip it but you just don't get it like a fat girl wearing spandex I rhyme nice, my raps wavy like the quaran text thats written arabic, stop typing now cause you never spittin half this slick I passed ya brick, so far ahead that you could never see me ending your weak verses with easy, but no one agrees b when we battle you the loser because I rap smoother tried to stop me like a red light but then I ran through ya
My gay what? Yo grammar cum out yo butt, I hypnotize the stars with my bars, charm the moon to serenade King Neptune Compositions? All you know is palm positions Another little boy tryin' to holla @ me But in talent I'm ahead by a fold of three Please I'd outshoot you any day, out spit you like it's child's play, so what'ya say, gon grab yo AK, throw on a tape of N.W.A, to feel less like a cliche, while I impress the Milky Way You're right I ain't been on a rap stage, but you've yet to come of age I blaze everydays with at least 10 jays, you still stuck in the anal phase, enamored by clips and phrases, on rap report cards I always get A's, Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the futures not ours to see, you ain't got the criteria, you only get a D, even referenced a song of Doris Day's, and you still wonderin' why err body be singin' my praises Hope you use hyperdrive, know how to stay alive, with a smashed c5, son my rhymes be corrosive No hard feelings