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| El_Matador |
Date: Wednesday, 03/Mar/10, 7:56 PM | Message # 1006 |
Heads
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Quote (thessad) I like how I was in battle mode, then went and ate dinner and came back all conscious lol I am in battle mode always before having sex. After super cum - I am all in conscious mode, after that I go into a sleep mode and after sleep mode I can't rhyme for shit. lol
MENACE 2 JOKER: Go back to Mexico you damn spic
JOKER 2 MENACE: Shut up you fake nigga your a damn sand nigger not a full nigger 
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Tuesday, 09/Mar/10, 10:33 PM | Message # 1007 |
Heads
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like live bolts i gather matter lather into live thoughts
convulse with a ripper, rather wallow in the shadows,
of death like a scripture,
always lacking breath for the listener,
instead i choose to use smart arts
from the heart to write a picture,
to depict it freely so don't call it graffiti
divert the hurt, revert to work from way back when needy's seedy
concave lens intense to men that can't see me
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Wednesday, 10/Mar/10, 9:33 PM | Message # 1008 |
Heads
Posts: 6627
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Here's a 30 Bar rap I just finished When I wake up in the morning I begin in mourning/
Reminising on the dead MC that was corny/
His shit was boring and my shit was roaring/
Couldnt imagine all the gamma rays he was absorbing/
From my lethal voice box that kicks when the beat starts/
The toxic fumes knocks you out then you see stars/
How is it possible that I can exhibit taste/
A technique so deadly Rakim would be scared to imitate?/
Immediate levitate and rise above the game/
Gambling with life? You'll die before you fucking gain/
Tired of 2-D fags/
time to bring the Hip Hop back when it wasnt coo to say I have fruity swag/
Lyrical tyrant smashing my opposition/
If no then listen to the fury that Pops is dishing/
Stop, listen, and watch as my forearms grow in size/
From the hours of writing heavy rhymes slow with time/
I destroy variables and mathematics/
Redefined your physical structure with automatics/
Shred verbs and abuse all the adjectives/
Use all sorts of metaphors to tell how much ass you give/
Shitting on rappers without taking laxatives/
Although I do whip my ass with their raps I rip/
Facts you live:You aint no goon. you aint no thug/
You eat on shrooms, you choke on dick, you on some drugs/
So to all you scrubs you who act tough and really bully/
But spit rhymes that expose you really pussy/
Please Dont come near me/
Or else Ill be forced to stick a orange cone in your ear and scream can you hear me?!/
Be careful where you step cuz now ur entering hell/
and its just past this abyss where ur fellow men fell/
Sick With It
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| Adam |
Date: Thursday, 11/Mar/10, 1:08 AM | Message # 1009 |
B-Girls
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Speaking on terms of reality, my mind’s spent/ as I immerse you into a style that’s hell bent/ on serving up emcees like fish on a plate/ leaving them headless, consequences a blind date/ a blind fate of getting wrecked on the tele/ in front of your own crew I’ll leave your rep frilly/ radical hip hop over a main source beat/ evading defeat with a rap that makes you obsolete/ my rhythm goes way back deep into your cabeza / injects a vital solution that makes your stress lesser/ I plead professor please give me the healing/ I think something’s wrong people claiming I’m a villain/
I JUST EXPLODED INTO RAINBOWS AND LOLLIPOPS!
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Saturday, 13/Mar/10, 1:41 PM | Message # 1010 |
DJs
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Respect is a thing that’s never given has to be taken
Even with the makings of greatness some have to be shamed
It’s just the unlucky way of world
One day you see you get mad love the next day you quarrel
The next day you rule the world the next day you under it
The next day you dreaming so the next day become it
The earth we all from it can’t stop the gravity
It all falls down but we can elevate rapidly
Just get at me with the bricks and the mortar
To put in order those great walls
Round what they used to call the French quarter
I get 10 orders flip to fifteen once I get out of my adolescence
You know I’m on the scene not the king pin but you bump my cd
If I were to run the streets then they’d call me a fiend
Some still getting high with the team but I got the dream
To move my music movement right up through your screens
Right to you scream like who brought the might to mic
When the mic was looking like that’s just tonight's lights out for the night
Keeping it tight was like no way the biggest loser
Every line phat stretched out super duper
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Adam |
Date: Saturday, 13/Mar/10, 1:48 PM | Message # 1011 |
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B-Girls
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This is the only place you post... Power to you brother.
I JUST EXPLODED INTO RAINBOWS AND LOLLIPOPS!
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Monday, 15/Mar/10, 5:29 PM | Message # 1012 |
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DJs
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This is not the only place I post. But thanks for checking the piece. I'm in knowledge too. Added (15/Mar/10, 5:29 PM)
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Rap addiction it’s just my condition or rather just my conviction to lift the next edition now listen/ the workhorse on all four pistons is just the apocalyptic prediction it was written so listen/ when it comes to fruition who wants to be called missing clean the living living in this filth of condition/ the spirit trapped within the women birth men but stay original originally created without sin/ back to the begin I begin to see how flaming swords and staff’s tear apart the seas/ how the fruit from the tree got the world deceived how the world just needs to believe and take heed/ to every word indeed, indeed it’s the just the word in me to let word just be I be every word that word let’s me/ etch me graph and sketch me nothing could dead me don’t need the letter when the word is set free/ the word is life but word is set deadly for the two thirds that forgets me stay behind me as I get ahead b/ steadily with my medley sing and dance to it, work, live, die and romance to it, watch how every hand do it/ mark my words when it come to the end be accounted in the third/
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| thessad |
Date: Tuesday, 16/Mar/10, 11:39 PM | Message # 1013 |
Writers
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Start wars through verses but I was blessed with a secular tongue
No matter your preference of weapons my wreckage is second to none
One bar reaches your ear or your eye and you're convinced I'm the truth
And I'm killin' the 16s, people call me John Wilkes in the Booth
Stay steady with the, heart of a poet and the soul of a preacher
Crowds stand and not solely 'cause I'm corroding the bleachers
I'm playin' cards in a game filled with folders and cheaters
Still run circles around them even if I don't know the arena
Never one to bluff, just comin' up with wonderful and stunning stuff
And I won't stop spitting writtens until everybody's thumb is up
The known crook, I'm a lone wolf in a herd full of sheep
When a raw meal and some warm wool sounds perfect to me
It's sad, these days people got their skip function stuck in place
And keep rewinding my lyrics until the motherfucking button breaks
Treat it like sacred doctrine, holier than Torahs once the text is dry
And when this star supernovas I'll have blown up for the second time
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 17/Mar/10, 0:32 AM | Message # 1015 |
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Heads
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Quote (thessad) people call me John Wilkes in the Booth DOPE!!  btw check out the new forum we've moved to, http://www.realhiphopforever.com/forum we're moving over to that site
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Tuesday, 15/Jun/10, 11:58 PM | Message # 1016 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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she's got families tight in her grip,
always has to be right,
and likes feed on loose lips,
now she needs a new fix,
maybe an lcd tv sign up,
and your stuck in d.e.b.t
ciggarette stains on her teeth,
smiling at your pain
coz she sees once again
how you're chained to her leesh,
of material love,
the only one she really learned,
you'll be stuck,
nobody leaves without being burned
got your phone number,
and knows all your family,
theres no where to run now
broke you down systematically,
got it all planned,
working in a foreign land
cutting up your sore hands
while she's counting all the grands
alone laying in her throne,
taste the money her favorite smell,
watch how she turns all the blame around
now you're laced in the same old spell,
all the favors that she did
shit you never asked for,
got her own kids,
slaving out the back door
just another rat that the hag
laid a trap for
a spouse to a house of dirt
you could speak a thousand words
and couldn't get a single one in
come into the fire of the sly cunning spiders
web unprepared and she'll douse it worse
flaming gossips got her lips lit
she might promise you the world,
if you submit,
but the bitch didn't mention
that she'll turn that into shit first
wicked witch
even knows
how to quote the bible
closed to a broken cycle
like a psycho
got her offspring caged in the house
enslaved till the day that she meets her grave
black widow armed with a butchers knife
took your life so avoid her poisen
so don't look twice
when you make your choice
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Friday, 18/Jun/10, 11:00 AM | Message # 1017 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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so many walls that seperate us,
barriers that carry us away
lead our paths astray and barricade us,
please tell us what to say.
some are made of oceans,
others built up with emotions
fronts from imitators
that have weathered like erosioins
to protect, seclude or to exclude,
we're divided up like nations
seperate ourselves in groups
by the words you choose to use,
tear it down with the sound
like the wall of jericho,
if you use your voice
and make a noise
does that really need a miracle?
all in all ever since the fall
we can never get past our walls,
who to trust, if you bust it down,
what hidden weapons might be found
what horrors lay beneath,
could it be the secrets that we keep
or even worse you might see the truth
without walls to tell us where to move
some are made of colors,
others bonded into brothers,
they go by different names
but everyone is all the same
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 23/Jun/10, 6:10 AM | Message # 1018 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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my blinded state
i hibernate,
and write away
i'll wait try to wake up
when i see a brighter day but,
how long will that take up
so frustated tryna stay creative
i write some bars and then escape it,
they say i'm non associative
always in a bad mood
but you weren't the first to try and hate it,
my mind sleeping in a cacoon
through the worst times i try to elevate it
never crime related
they're the ones that follow me
tryna get ahead instead
they end decapitated in a hollow sleep
its a sleepy hallow
tryna see tomorrow
through an empty bottle
its just hibernation food,
till i make some moves
from this cocoon and some
pipe dreams
but inside i hear a scream
man wake the fuck up, spread your fuckin wings
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Uncharted |
Date: Thursday, 01/Jul/10, 10:50 PM | Message # 1019 |
Emcees
Posts: 4766
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I destroy the sleepers puttin skills all on delay
mines shine so bright it woke niggas out they pj's(pajamas)
structure grew rough like they were raised in the pj's(projects)
coming slower and clearer the second time like a replay
i slay, them colorful cats eatin up like happy meals, they gay
persuade them to accept my methods then kick the expository
all i see is a tower of stories, why you think they fall off
the game of the won and lost, endin up in bankrupt or lofts
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Thursday, 01/Jul/10, 10:59 PM | Message # 1020 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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Quote (Uncharted) all i see is a tower of stories, why you think they fall off nice, you've gotten good now
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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