here's an unofficial extended version of AyDee's beat that (eboyd) extended

to listen to both beats now, click play:

verses (in order. still waiting for some):

eboyd (AyDee beat)

eboyd (Lethaface beat)

what's hip hop to me? not hypocrisy/
spit toxically, beat box and free/
think consciously, rhyme optimally/
rap anomalies laying lyrics dominantly/
never abominably. predominantly/
bombing G's, disarming emcees/
M-I-Cs hooked up to M-P-Cs/
from L-E-S to M-E-D/
N-A-S to P-N-C/
(...)
somebody sitting spitting as a remedy/
commercial entities are meant to please/
the C-E-O of U-M-G and his cronies/
find and sign these phonies/
when lonely, get no Love like Monie/
labels only care if you go gold. me?/
i keep holding the hope I'll be molding/
a new shape for hip hop. it's unfolding/
lead by us, the crew that puts MC's in damnation/
Rebels for Emancipation And Liberation/
Helping Innocent People Hurdle Oppression/
and Prejudice forever. class is in session/
receive this lesson, time for mic cession/
mic blessing and record pressing/
i'm the Master Creator, my Mic's Crescent/
from bent words stretching, you need direction/
I'm forcing hip hop's rebirth by Cesaerian section

The Wildcore

Acekat00o

We the brothers of the old school and underground
Righteous, powerful, attacking mainstream sound
don't do it for cash,hoes or cars
We have more soul then the mainstream by far
Banging the real music on our boom box all day long
Having Hip-Hop in our heart and we stay strong
Bringing Hip-Hop in the universe metaphysical
representing the real its our daily ritual

Em-See'D

a rough recording of my verse

Trigger The Soldier

more than 30 years still goin strong
who would have thought I'd last this long
I'm far from dead just in a place where I dont belong
holding on,though I got some cats tearing me apart
money is the issue its official now I got no heart
confused not knowing whats real and whats not
the next generation is changin my name to pop
they changed my style got me rockin on another flow now
tellin everybody that this how its suppose to go down
hell nah what happened to the bboys djs and emcees
now I got a whole bunch of clowns representing me
actin like they know about me but their mentality
is based on making profit thats it no creativity
no dedication no love not even decency
makin a mockery of me and my history
but its time to act now time to change this scenery
real hip hop forever,scream it loud with me

Menace

Black Menace young guerrilla running tru the mainstream
Bombing and attacking the wealth of the high class fiend
Ain't 68 its a new millennium the new generation of soldiers are here
Ain't talkin' about robocop get yo mind straight we just the supreme team
Militant activist more hardcore then Wu tang's Cream
Real Hip Hop Forever the visionaries of the Utopian dream

Pensmoke

Mak_The_Lucid_Tongue

Junkie slash addict smoke, ingest and yes inject it
Need it in me just to live and 'til my death I stress I'll rep it
speaker wire veins, hearts a home on sedgwick
the beat gets me through the rain, lyrics pick me up like dead lifts
Nuthin' quite as beautiful as when a pen hits the paper
unless it's painted on city walls, bodegas to sky scrapers
lets keep it going in the name of hiphop, Dj's to beatmakers
Emcee's, Painters and let us never forget the breakers