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| NtG |
Date: Monday, 06/Jun/11, 10:19 PM | Message # 1081 |
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run-away slave shit, off the chains,
never catch me droppin names, just droppin lames,
the names NtG stop what youre workin’ on,
and listen to this fat track dat i be lurkin on,
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Let me set it off fast,
always catch me on top, never in last,
dont rap about guns, nor about stacks
but i will drop a line or two that deals with math
divide emcees in half like this is basic
i run these tracks, but never rock asics,
drain threes in your eyes, your gonna need lasik,
the best at everything, he’s o so complacent,
yall need to face it, my raps are unstoppable
your rhymes are ginobli, prone to be floppable,
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Thursday, 09/Jun/11, 2:07 PM | Message # 1082 |
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I'm a servant deserving of my urban expressions
got to keep the tides turning on my return to the essence
A new odyssey oddly the same path narrow expands Godly remnants
Do the math my remembering so I'm just counting my blessings
as I let him order my steps in an orderly direction
Manifesting the blessing never to trade winds stay winning with god speed as my protection
Check it true confession it's a hard knock life if you don't catch the lessons
Better not to drop the ball when the ref's representing
Always a foul call to the flesh of a freshman
Coming of the bench with warrants for domestic
God is bad ass when he's cleaning house so you best to respect it
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Uncharted |
Date: Saturday, 13/Aug/11, 10:34 PM | Message # 1083 |
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damn, i havent been here in a minute...here some shit i wrote a week or so ago
i cant see wats in the back of my mind/
my instincts can feel my thoughts front and behind/
read my life beyond my cover or the book of my life/
hard times i fought, bad spots, i earned my stripes/
have a mysterious personality, so im not see through/
dont be perfect, being perfect nobody relates to you/
i dream of a life whre nightmares wont bother/
Hakuna matata, my game proper, no drama/
no more hatred, but more loving, trust and patience/
them times of caring for life and each other seem ancient/
i scream whispers, you fake niggas whisper my screams/
make my inner thoughts be converted into the mainstream/
im not a prophet, im just sayin wats real and making profit/
work hard and get benefits, just breaking down my logic/
get in my own zone, writing rhymes hotter than the ozone/
lay a beat over it, musical high, im audio stoned/
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Sunday, 14/Aug/11, 11:32 PM | Message # 1084 |
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The devil puts his hands on eyes and turns them out backwards
So to see the way that he wants suicide thoughts said the master
SO after the gun shot noises and raptures of brain cells connected to Napster
and stolen words of music copy-written career then a rap star
he backed up too powerful is what he thought
money making machine most mused mildly mouthed off in between
with the food gunk in his teeth and track record made him stink...
"They call him crazy, He's Different so he's crazy. He ain't crazy. These people are NOT crazy. They strong people...Maybe the Enviroment is a little sick..."
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| KrazeeTork |
Date: Sunday, 16/Oct/11, 8:40 PM | Message # 1085 |
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"I wanna control people's intellect, Yeah stomp till I see I your cerebral cortex,
I attack like a swarm of hornets, with demonic cannibals that lay dorm-it, ready too attack and leave a trail of corpses, Yeah I wanna get high as fuck till my head spins like a vortex, Rock out at a concert till I get a sore-neck, With a room full of half-naked chicks in corsets and, when we rock up to your door step its a knife in the forehead, We don't care about life cause in the end were all dead
I get evil thoughts when i record, I rap to the sounds of chainsaws cutting thru whores, I was the baby created by mitakes and gore and much more, Then dropped by the stork on to the sidewalk, Th first thing my eye balls saw was war,Sold my soul t the grim reaper and made an oath, I'll always love hip-hop n metal like Richard chase loves a slit throat, yeah get your clit roast, or a broken nose an shatted bones, hip-hop n metal go together like the tree n the rope, or charile sheen n coke, yeah rich chicks n mobile phone, murders n broken homes.
i wrote this ages ago... i don't all ways write this kind of stuff by the way.
i was just in an angry mood that day.
added the rest
Message edited by KrazeeTork - Sunday, 16/Oct/11, 9:11 PM
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| Greeny |
Date: Sunday, 16/Oct/11, 11:43 PM | Message # 1086 |
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To allaya feminist prudes shouting out rape when I just wanna have a good time.
I'm so sick of this/
bitches thinking they the shiz
and we must cope with this piss
just because we got penises.
You can't sneak a kiss/
If you try to force the biz
they label you a rapist
And lock you up with cuffs on your wrists.
:)
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| KrazeeTork |
Date: Monday, 17/Oct/11, 0:03 AM | Message # 1087 |
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I decided to delete my other post...
Coming straight from the land of the convicts, a young kid with a lot of damn problems/
I was always doin the wrong shit hanging with dropkicks, who bashed coppers/
I was never a punk bitch no matter what the consequence, cause i never had many options/
Addicted to weed n i want to stop it all this shit i took it to my chin n copped it/ you need to feel your mouth with
gob stoppers/ Before you judge the life i live i know it isn't perfect no ones is, Shit we all live in city that likes gothem/, We just don't have a hero in this real life comic,/ i feel like i adopted hip hop cause its something i foster.
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| Greeny |
Date: Monday, 17/Oct/11, 0:56 AM | Message # 1088 |
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Work all night and all the day before,
Chillin' on the bed, my neck is hella sore
Tax office makes sure, that I always will be poor
I greet the ugly whore when I go out to the store.
Worked all month but I do not have a buck
I got another job and it starts at 12 o'clock
Damn I'm out of luck, my boss is so upstuck
Told him I was sick and got fired on the spot - fuck
Head hit the mud, guts hanging from the mouth
Ted, I drink your blood as if it was a stout,
And if the diners shout out too loud
Shoot all the hotel so they know what I'm about.
I won't lie, I'm committed to this homicide
I'm sick of getting shitted so do not ask me why
Whatever you may try, whatever gun you buy,
I assure you, Teddy, you will cry before you die.
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Mad at the fag who fired me.
:)
Message edited by Greeny - Monday, 17/Oct/11, 0:57 AM
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Monday, 17/Oct/11, 1:03 AM | Message # 1089 |
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*Walks to center of stage, looks to crowd*
*Taps mic, turns to DJ and shrugs*
They say I can't rap happy cause I aint flossing enough/
I'm small with the bucks/
Wearing diamond rings too small for my tux/
I can't rap mean or spit shit obscene/
It's unseen for a light-skeen to pop spleens/
I might be a lost hope. Where is that tight rope/
The barren Im wearing on my shoulders got me on psycho--/
--pathic, drastic, my life is speeding, I'm dragging/
Im gasping for things to slow down but I am fastin--/
--nated........idk what to be fascinated about so Im done.
Sick With It
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| KrazeeTork |
Date: Tuesday, 18/Oct/11, 4:42 AM | Message # 1090 |
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*walk in after lord meth... "yeah give it up for lord meth!"' - *crickets* - *
Check i give to em raw like my names O.D.B., I be that insane rapper from the T.W.double E.D./
I love drinking booze or smoking some good ass weed, when life gives me the blues hip hops my remedy/
yeah for me its therapeutic therapy, the music junkie who swings of he's mic lead/
i flot like a bit of rubbish in the breeze, kickin it old school and get funky/,
I don't play by the rules i act like a tool hush please, thinkin your cool i'll beat you with a bar stool trust me/
they call me mc broke hammer cause im broke you cant touch this, your girl friends an ugly bitch/
A straight up fugly witch far from cute and cuddlie, she didnt get hit by the ugly stick she felt the whole tree/
*crowd goes silent* "Uh....yo" *sounds of shots bein loaded*
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Friday, 21/Oct/11, 5:06 AM | Message # 1091 |
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Quote (KrazeeTork) A straight up fugly witch far from cute and cuddlie, she didnt get hit by the ugly stick she felt the whole tree/
yes her face was faulty, and tasted salty, it was bitter on my tongue, it almost dried into dust when i was done, licking her, and sticking quick in her, i mixed her pussy lips with thickener, i came and gave her pussy hair conditioner, my dick became sick in her, and coughed up some fluid, thats how i do it, luckily she lubed it, so my dick move smooth with, her motions, going deep like the oceans, which was a bit fishy, oh man i wish she, would have washed it, feeling fucked up like i stepped into a mosh pit, now off topic, blah blah blah some other mother fucker continue, take the shit within you can type some weird shit....
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| KrazeeTork |
Date: Saturday, 22/Oct/11, 1:01 AM | Message # 1092 |
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What the fucks the swag movement, all i know is only fags do it/
the music is putrid this new shit, makes me want to nuke shit,/
I'm like a pissed off high school student, getting picked on till he
pulls out a gun and looses it/ then start shooting kids the guns in his grips/
like a preist with a crucifix/im ruthless i'll chew you up an turn you to my mucus
you must be fucking stupid/ i hate hearing how emcees are like gods, their just people
you need get of their cocks/ your dead wrong if you think i wont stand strong/
i'll box with the odds stacked againt's me, you could never do any thing to amaze me/
i hate how they worship someone worthless, a person with no purpose rocking lil wayne
but don't know who notuious b.i.g. is/ i dont care if you ryme about your bling im cool with that
but how the fuck can you call your an emcee when you've never heard kool g rap/
Message edited by KrazeeTork - Saturday, 22/Oct/11, 6:02 AM
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Saturday, 05/Nov/11, 7:08 PM | Message # 1093 |
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Yo..
When I enter the spot the party stops, everybody looking/
Cuz I walked in with twenty cops for a shakedown movement/
The hoes freeze when they look back and see the steel pull backed/
Aimed at Nia's uterus, "Somebody say where Yusef is/
Before I put a bullet rite where her crucifix is/
And leave this fucking floor messy with her monthly mucus!"/
The bitch squeels and I yield the gun closer to her mid-section/
Its silent for a second...Fuck it, let's get wreckless/
I snatch the hoe by her thick, gold chain necklace/
And put a hole where her dome used to once rest at/
Everybody stands back. Their tears they cant hold back/
I say, "Now you fucker sees that I aint no fucking throwback"/
...to be continued
Sick With It
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| Treach |
Date: Sunday, 06/Nov/11, 6:50 AM | Message # 1094 |
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^^ WTF Lolll
"We took pride in intellect and skill
Now you gotta have some sex appeal to get a record deal"
- K-RINO
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Sunday, 06/Nov/11, 12:11 PM | Message # 1095 |
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Quote (Treach) ^^ WTF Lolll
LOL!!!!
I was goofing off man LOL!
It was supposed to be a Cop/Soap Opera-type thing.
Sick With It
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