Who Got The Rhyme Scheme?... Post your sickest verse

[king daniel]

Word up to hiphop heads shanghai to changmai
Gotta stay up and defeat them bad guys
True our way of life has changed it’s due to mad lies
Who can predict if we’ll communicate through hand signs
In a future imperfect they put youths on standby
Who coulda seen that those who used to hang high
Fell by the wayside leather skin like tanned hides
After almost a million and one bands tried
To recreate the big bang of King Dan’s styles
Now they looking down when before they had pride
Thas why I cant condone those brose who plan heists
Since big brother watchin us and tap lies
I got bigger fish to fry no time for crap rhymes

Down below or overhead
Thirteen cents don’t but you a loaf of bread
The rich stay powerful don’t forget
Some so sick that they’d prolly bone the dead
So don’t forget         X2

Record labels sign these kids with no talent
Who rose to the top of the charts but lost balance
All this mining them do is so parrot
Mostly they mastering the thick pallete
Looking like they tryna get picked by nick mallet
The natural flair is lost it’s apparent
Like the Malawian kids with no parents
Tryna get they asses to work with old carrots
Whenever I’m on ya sets with dope habits
Ain’t givin them the blunt they don’t pass it
Phoenix risin out of the ash with gold talons
Child at heart style of art not grown manners
Won’t get me at portobellos I told Tarryn
Rather bring light in the dark and hold lanterns
Sometime I might rock the gear with bold patterns

Down below or overhead
Thirteen cents don’t but you a loaf of bread
The rich stay powerful don’t forget
Some so sick that they’d probably bone the dead
So don’t forget         X2

[Mad]

some lil advice, rather up a song than lyrics, i mean, we used to this shit and you flooding this place with your lyrics is just gona make you look make and whack and that'l consequently bring much hate upon you. nice lyrics, think about what im saying n ya had up.

mad! what, bitch!

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

yo king that is a sick song right thurrr....mad props son...mad...

[The Grand]

Since the passin of the Christ
I feel no passion for the trife/
stonelbows a righteous God who just be living this life/
never with knifes I stab you lyrically with mics/
show you at night/ show you out @ parties wit lights/
freestyles with hype/ duke you would like/ to live it but you’d never make it alright/
you’d probly physically fight/ niccas dissin ur wife ur life ur ride or ur bikes/
u better be nice or else my nicca you be visually spliced/
broken mirror  diced reflecting your inner lights/
back to the intervention saving your life like a doctor on a mission/
our way of life no second guessin/ check it we livin wit whites lines and sum women/
baby mommas and those that hope that we be giving/ sum dough on the fly/
askin me why I gave a brick to the head/
zombie living dead fuckers wanna eat lead/
so i send to bed with a serving of my shit/

[1kind]

Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna take you outta earth.
Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, I'm finna take you outta here.

Lucifer, Lucifer son of the morning, you're using your troops just to summon the rotting
of the youth. Now uncouth, drunk, stumbling, falling. Bemused by the rules of this cumbersome world that we're living in.
Truth as a concept is foreign. Abused by the few in the goverment office. Who refuse to peruse news while judgement is dawning.
This movement imbues youth with courage and promise and wisdom to chase...

Lucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you outta here.

[Koli qha]

i take it on cue/ move it on thru
HipHop u da love of my life.. wait...
dats played out man i'm lovin my life
its okay to be honest like,
"i love wins like partisans"/ party like an animal/
hardly need a heineken/ sumthin i can hide i can/
tell em its not alco'lic/ besides i got a liquor lic/
tell it to my favourite..
girls get more girls! we cud turn dis to sum famous shit
then they all upon a playa quick
prayin for a lay and stick/ mayor in da clitoris
bayin for sum kind o' bliss??? nah!
they headin for a final twist/ spirallin abyss
do i have sumthin (a)miss??? NO!
i'm Scot-free like i'm whiskey-less
i drop free's for sum diffidence
see?! dats da difference..
its too fast then there's interest! check it
its K.I.D - Knowledge InDefinite/ Koli Ill? Definite!
roll the real Durban shit!
i roll wit real sub-urban/ chronies, real blunt merchants
Koli's real punk emerges...
if Mami wanna run the curb callin up her past employer
i'll have to call up like i'm a lawyer
"uhhmm. u're fired ma'am!!" but,
i don't burn my bridges coz... u always need bitches cuz
all these damn witches need wizards like Microsoft
like i need rizzla and hydro zol
i need figures in some type of thong
rubber band thong/ rubbin in da crack thong
utilize ur mind, either way u got a birdcall
i'm back and i'm crazy.. snipin dem beats early morn 7:30..
the boy N'veigh comin/
shout it from da pit like an earthquake rumblin
hope my verse gave sumthin
swagger jackers/ get sum practice/ here's a blueprint
KID!

[Van-Go da lyrical painta]

Excuse me... I got 2 pieces id like to get feedback on.

Talk about social awareness, the notion scares us/ we got bottles of reality but the potion dares us/ the way it stares at us, you a bitch/ if you sacred to gobble it down 4 a taste of that real shit/ my stanzas come quick, could knock u off balance/ could force feed you truth with the hip hop apparatus/ cos we sacrifice our lives 4 a life thats affordable/ aint got no money so your lifestyles horrible/ can't fuck wit government so your not audible/ you wanna get support but your clause not plausable/ keep pushing your silent revolution/ as i keep fighting these violent institutions/ moving my truth wit minor distribution/ cos only raps bout bitches and swag get the highest retribution.

And...

Sometimes i think about after we stop the fighting/ they gave tik to the coloureds now we not just typing/ they influence interest hiking, and food pricing/ they strike like lightning and have nice things/ from your ride to the ad replaying in your mind/ nevermind the music vids that take up your time/ that influence your style, your grind and your rhymes/ you could just say that its fine, find out that you strive 4 nothing but money/ n keep thinkin this shit's funny/ when your buddy is expecting to probably get lucky/ with your lovely hunny, puttin it deep into her tummy/ leavin adultery 4 her n leavin you blood hungry/ cos the media suggests that society destress with each others happiness/ oh yes, and mine too/ so i also gotta rhyme too/ 2 define truth is my mission to you.

How is it? Honestly? Tx.

[The Angry Hand of God]

Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high, like some horribly overpriced compressed and highly heated carbon in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star, Strange how I know about diamonds, but don't know that balls of heat and light with probable planets orbiting you are what you are.


Just a little something I hooked up yesterday. Let me know what you think.

[Lord Deacon Of Frost]

Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high, like some horribly overpriced compressed and highly heated carbon in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star, Strange how I know about diamonds, but don't know that balls of heat and light with probable planets orbiting you are what you are.


Just a little something I hooked up yesterday. Let me know what you think.

easily the greatest rhyme posted on here

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

im live on the m5 with a 2 ltr jive
its a hot day and the cape is so alive
we need to survive so we open up
a 2ltr jive
and sum chips
hey boy lick that gloss off your lips
heres sum wetwipes dont mess all my dips
and homy
i dont smoke them nips
light me up a fiddle
and while you at it figure out this riddle"
fuck you
and now you caught up in the middle!!!

[dropbomb]

Tortured genius-more respect-less connected
The aborted fetus-immortal tech ressurected
The filthiest affiliate-but they'll feel me if
I impale em on the coat hanger they killed me wit
I'd do an Eye for an Eye-but I don't respect you
So I used an Aids needle to stab both ya retinas
Student to teacher-killed my own professor
He ain't understand-I wuz too old to lecture
I paperchase and hustle-but hate to scuffle
When we go hand to hand I always break ya knuckles
I bless the mic-that's my only offer
You couldn't bless shit wit a toilet fulla holy water
I'll use brute force to introduce two forts
Fornicate wit ya mind-FUCK WHAT YOU THOUGHT
Lifes too short-so I'm not concerned
I'll show you how to do this-just watch and learn

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

fuck all this wack rap
youll niccas caught in a rat trap
not sure where youll cop that
 its repetitive and offensive
cheap and inexpensive
words damage decibels... way to extensive
irreperable!
variable vavle timing concoted by nerve end rhyming
on the dotted line i saw myself signing
to jamsync records
money still shining
while you bitch niccas still whining
be grateful you got a plateful
and stop being so hateful its self mutilatin
stop all this hatin or ill start lyrically rapin
damagin your emotional mainframe melfunction
from a sane brain to thinkin you a great dane
ima dog but i dont bark catch me spliffin chronic
in the park after dark im going crazy as im floating
thinkin im noah of the ark...