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| UniteC |
Date: Tuesday, 14/Apr/09, 5:22 AM | Message # 466 |
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....yo..
you bite'n styles like a un killable bug/
in reality ur the furthest thing from a true thug/
i spit the real n the present my style is so AGILE...
breakn your ankles/
playin u like MILES.... ........Davis/
hip hop is a game so i play it/
jump from stone to stone not knowing if im guna make it/
its like playin poker hopin i draw two aces/
im tired of being an animal locked up in these lryical cages/
ya/
Unite C is the name/
you should kno that im not tryin to walk to fame/
my mission is to keep the hip hop flame/
GOIN/
in my mind im just Flowin n Zonin/
niggas Blowin sax like kenny G in G flat/
im done wit this shit ima stop tappin key on da MAC (i dont right rhymes much so dont hate on it too much)
"Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees/
i lay back and blow sax like kenny G'g/" "Whole body blingin' like 3PO nigga..." 
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| eboyd |
Date: Tuesday, 14/Apr/09, 5:30 AM | Message # 467 |
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not bad for someone who doesn't write much.
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| UniteC |
Date: Tuesday, 14/Apr/09, 4:54 PM | Message # 468 |
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hahahah ya i think ima start writing alot...
"Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees/
i lay back and blow sax like kenny G'g/" "Whole body blingin' like 3PO nigga..."
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Wednesday, 15/Apr/09, 7:11 PM | Message # 469 |
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....mother fuckers think im playin like im really not hard
yet im soft.. but tha real shit is i never back off
was 'a kid once shit once everyones 'a kid
theres still kids up on this forum that still yet know how ta' live
ima blessed 'an grown'n stress been slow'n halfway maybe physco
talk'n bout i kill i hip hop bitch i will have 'a rifle
fuck 'a streets diciple
i be from tha burds
but dont ever act like houses 'aint trapped up 'an sellin birds
yellin herbs be trippin drunk 'an sellin piffy pums
this is one reason im done wit it..
..get it get gone... Added (15/Apr/09, 7:11 Pm)
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...they is alot 'a 'em... we fucked up
..pop klonopin... 'an crush bud
..we quit 'a million times before but it never really stopped
then tha mental hospitle jus' got you thinkin alot
jus' straight up thinkin 'a plots
ta' get cha outta this hole 'an drive'n back in control
influence can bitch
whats tha best 'an whats for worse
but this misery loves company 'an aint no where to turn
so we only fuckin burn
bowls 'an blunts 'an what we yern for
turned fourty million fuckin pages 'an im back
ta' be playin wit these dope sacks....
Message edited by tha-dropper - Wednesday, 15/Apr/09, 7:12 PM
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| UniteC |
Date: Thursday, 16/Apr/09, 3:19 AM | Message # 470 |
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yoooo....these are just RANDOM FUGGIN SHITZ i came up with.....there mostly freestyles..
read um an give me some pointerz!
(remember there not SERIOUS rhymes...mostly freestyle) yo..
hip hop is about free expression/
but please stop talkin bout your fly cars n your mansion/
it needs 2 be spoken word spillin from a smart mind/
you need to stop fukkin those dimes n start perfecting your rhymes/
alot of people be sayin hip hop is in a fatal state...but .yall need to stop talkin shit n flip the script n call checkmate/
da name Unite C im number 1..5..0..3...eight
remember the name...n make sure the mainstream doesnt take over your mindstate... yo..
i dream of a day when im reconized by society/
so im fightin to become that person on the nightly/
catz talkin how i will never be nuthin/
and its probably true../
but ima be the kid laughin when yall niggas bummin wen im no longer stugglin/
makin beats in the lab to keep ur feet movin/
everyday my agile style keep improvin/
this is a text freestyle its nuthing thats guna shine light/
but i will tell u i am capable of wielding a mic like a knife/ uh....yo...
hip hop is my shit on the knightly.../
im fightin to perserve the "real" from killin society/
of today/
take a second and think about where this shit is goin/
there arnt many catz in the game flowin/
about/
returning the so called golden era/
if "claim" u love it so much u should do what eva/
to make it betta/
stop cryin about todays soft azz mainstream/
an start fuckin shit up an makin cream/
make a name for yourself...take ur belt off an whoop some ass leavin welts/
unite C is the name u better remember/cuz im be the one fuckin shit up
no matter the weatha/
"Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees/
i lay back and blow sax like kenny G'g/" "Whole body blingin' like 3PO nigga..."
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Friday, 17/Apr/09, 11:01 PM | Message # 471 |
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..me 'an U-C DJ play that replay
say my name i came from tha east
witta tha plate of a beast 'an a race of my feet
ima get up on tha top wit out nobody catch'n heat
i be runnin shit like squeek
comin on tha beat
sound'n kinda ghostly so no wonder never seen
ima underated king
thats my mind state..
..my state i hate when mother fuckers trip off shit i say
im out too bad must brush my teath... Chua!!Added (17/Apr/09, 11:01 Pm)
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..get it.. i got it
i spot it retarded regardless..
..i hence..
..'an say its for instance
..i play of tha fences
..say whats been in this gut
i aint playin no stupid ass bluff
..but im prayin its stupid enough
...ta' squash what we got drop drop what we drop
aint no hardnest.. 'aint no hardship
i jus' spit...
..its fun ta' me not running me to ground
where cant get up 'an never ever make my steady pound
im just flow'n ready rounds
like top glow'n seven towns
i be row'n to tha grounds
where they blow'n 'an they lounge
believe 'a gun charge that i seen ta' me was show'n me 'a frown
it was hold'n my boy down
that shits fucked up peace....
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| Watcher |
Date: Saturday, 18/Apr/09, 7:19 PM | Message # 472 |
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Bringing up the 713 seemingly everybody wants to be
the creator of words puzzle me walk the walk follow crew
yellow stone path pop the bass with the mass crack the case
thats your place nothing else to say but to stay with the maid
an influentual voice for the kids to follow till the days of tommorow
sorrow will come but fade with the rumors of gold at the El Dorado
No matter how though become the best nothing less
You gotta work hard for it you cant just clone it dont blow it
knowledge is respect is what they dont tell you till you surrender
your life to the chambers of the steel lyon bold barreta
I came quite a bit better life's a bitch so i cant let her
take half-ass assets uglier than Cruella open up umbrellas
Cause the cold war rain never met us Hip Hop is back and were Fed up !!!!
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Wednesday, 22/Apr/09, 8:39 PM | Message # 473 |
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yo...
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....my vocabulary scary knot!
never will i bury plots
that have ta' do wit me gettin cheese 'an gettin very rottin
mary poppins type shit
shit on you..
..then im make'n damn mother fuckin sure i do not whipe it
its like this..
..'a good heart i got
but im mentally retarded
so its sent to me regardless all these stupid fuckin threats
im like jerusalem 'an death cause my faded lines 'el climb
gotta different State of Mind Chua!!Added (22/Apr/09, 8:39 Pm)
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..light..
..all up in sky why fight
..when you know you gettin high
we can take it to tha days when you know that i sold that
blow that.. right between my nuts where i hold that
nervous couldnt lie still like earn'n to tha sky
i dont give 'a mother fuck who trippin off me and or why
sellin it to tha minors
yellin from they rides
im not know'n whos behind me
crazy hellish times
did it solo never grimey
so then wonder why
how my clientel was climbing
in tha blink of eyes....
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Thursday, 23/Apr/09, 10:26 AM | Message # 474 |
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Since the beginning of rap
I’ve always rocked a track
always knocked the wack
right off of the face of the map
but that’s that
I run with the pack
where the teeth bite the young in back
so fall back
or be the one trapped
with your face in a gat
you don’t want that
so know your place to be at
you so relaxed not facing the facts
don’t know what time it is
why your brains go splat
Mother’s will clasp
Grandmother’s will gasp
Father’s and brother get mad
So I stay on the lamb
But stay in demand
Nothing shaking my plans
You mistaking the man
Your attack falls flat
Fall back
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Saturday, 25/Apr/09, 2:03 PM | Message # 475 |
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..dog i hold i down slam
yall fold like bad hands
get cold froze from fear but i chose ta' stand man
..i glow like underwater creatures when they featured in tha night
fuckers Left over there I will eat you get it Right
so dont touch that screen and or rush that scene
like you won.. thats one dumb Bleaf like 'a fucked up tree
i done touched much green middies babbage 'an swim
that hydro.. im rev'n my 'in-gin' like tha fagot you is
i like imagin'n shit
say fuck punchines 'an im out.....
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| Render215 |
Date: Sunday, 26/Apr/09, 3:44 AM | Message # 476 |
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YO.. if somebody performed all these verses from the cypher it would be fucking ridiculous... killin' it up in here.
"People said his brain was infected by Devils..."
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Sunday, 26/Apr/09, 12:19 PM | Message # 477 |
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Quote (Joker13) you really suck
LMAO!
Sick With It
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Sunday, 26/Apr/09, 2:36 PM | Message # 478 |
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Don't need to spell it out I'll just say it real clear
Maybe I'm a young gun but this is still my year
All up in your ear like your thoughts and cares
And nothing imagined yo see I brought it right here
Straight to your face to drop you dead in your place
And I don't have to raise the stakes
You lost props by your own mistakes
That's the cause of your lonely fate
.....To avenge your death
you know you don't belong here
Stop pretending and keep it moving on the left
Everything you said at best is not complicated
You know yous a phoney and are overrated
Trying to scare cats like you really from the hood
It's a common understanding dog
we all know you're misunderstood
Tear drops in the rain wasn't really my thing
Can't deal with your stress so you smoked up your brain
That's the common refrain of the boys from the burbs
Reason why you always mentioning boys
it's who you prefer to service
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Sunday, 26/Apr/09, 8:46 PM | Message # 479 |
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are you guys gay... first of all it didnt suck, and i dont care if your kiddin or not, fuck you... ...
...my props i get pleanty..
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....unh...
..'an fagots talkin shit.. like its funny..
lol..
...you pout from a real threat out like a regect
my styles nYCee..
..this jokers bout ta' be shout'n like Depresssed
cowar 'an flee cause your power is weak
too sour for sweat ta' be attack'n powerfull me Chau!!
ha...
...you outta respect..
..im high..
..but aint jokers tha ones outta tha deck??
..i forgot...
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..and i got something else for ya, dont worry dog...heh...
Message edited by tha-dropper - Sunday, 26/Apr/09, 8:48 PM
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Monday, 27/Apr/09, 2:23 PM | Message # 480 |
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The wack is back wacker than a cartoon cap
Watch my lips smack looking for mid afternoon snack
The shit that you claim to your name still impacted
Still rapping about faggots cause you know you get jacked
Exact perform mass put the bag in the river
Raps still deliver just consider
you can't stand in the church as a sinner
The bitter bully getting rolled on
Hold on here's comes the train of thought
I hit you with a flury
so you can explain all the nerve you got
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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