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Hip Hop Forums => Chief Rocka - Open Mic => Topic started by: dropbomb on May 28, 2003, 06:27:00 PM
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ONLY FREESTYLES IN HERE, FEEL ME?
ayyo plz yal i know we be battlin and shit but on this 1 i want free only not battle rhmes if u can´t free well go through it but don post anything tht has to do wif fights ait
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[ This message was edited by: Stretch on 11-06-2003 16:53 ]
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Writin my rhyme, i gotta make sure its nice,
I gotta say the right words to set the stage alight,
The beats hot, my lines have gotta fit it just right,
Adjust my light, so clearly i can see what i write,
I need to think of the message that im tryina get across,
Coz when im six feet under, i dont want it to be a dead loss,
With my pen in my hand, my palms start to sweat,
Coz some Shit i use for inspiration, id prefer to forget,
Put it down in the verse, hiphops therapeutic,
Helps me get through Shit, thats why i love it, why i do this,
Pressure, i shake off, when the worlds on my shoulders,
I stay strivin for my goals, try to stay focused,
Consider me a dictionary, so let me define,
This "bomb" DROP in the last few lines,
Hot, never hesitate, im witty,
Not, phased by hate, you cant do nuthin with me.
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Ideas become obscure, third eye vision´s just a blur....
Staring at an empty page, all that´s written was a word.
the victim of a curse,my thoughts r locked & i fergot the key
so i developed a devilish plot to stop the writer´s block for me.
Possibly philosophies hauntin me, and now my mind is clouded..
Should I let my delusions loose,,,,let them out & write about it?
Runnin out of time ta doubt it,,,,so i sit down ´n think,
releasin all the nightmares that are only found in dreams.
Out of nowhere somethin screams, sending shivers up my spine,
My minds falling to pieces, the demons eat me up in side.
its a bit too much this time, psychotic flashes become reality,
Pandora´s secrets spread World Wide, unleashed upon the Galaxy.
Terror turns to tragedy, as inner enemies are closing in
Unleashing Lucifers rapture through the ink of a flowing pen.
stripped of hope within, darkness conquers my soul,
Turned to a life of sin, God must honor Rivals.
"Son put down yer Bible, for i can give you what you need,
True skill takes dedication, is it too much to bleed?
This game is tough ya see, us two combined can take it over!"
"listen, this is a tough decision, I don´t think I can make it sober."
Slip two Pills in a gla** of wine, The Devil thinks: ´He´s lost his mind,
I´ll take over this fool´s body when he signs this Dotted Line.´
Satan´s caught this time, believed his plan would end God´s choices
But the wine that i was sipping was mixed with Hemlock Poison
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i was the bomb way before i started to rhyme~deep/
they know me in the hood cuz i parted the concrete/
carrying the world on my shoulders is making my arms~weak/
catz as ´palms~meet´- but they wont ´give~me~a~hand´/
when all im tryna do is save the mission~of~man/
those before me started it im just here to finish~the~plan/
i aint in it for benefit im tryin to save this innocent~land/
but Shit keep hittin~the~fan- and my shoulders~colapse/
creating chaos and breeding soldiers~of~rap/
cant ´find they way´ but will never give in to ´open~a~map´/
everyday i get older it gets harder to keep this 4 leaf clover~intact/
this folder~is~Packed wit Pen~Power~&~Praise/
no response from the people, i been~sour~for~days/
i Told Them That The Twin Towers~would~fade/
now every page is devoured~in~rage- just to get my message~across/
but now my spiritual essence~is~lost/never possessin~the~cross/
every man made possession~is~lost- its just BOMB in his natural~form/
wit fire in his eyes and actual~horns/ out to destroy, i laugh~at~ya~mourn/
wounds heal but its still wet after~it~storms/
from the flames of hell a rapper~was~born/
Every Evil Episode im pa**in~it~on til my pa**ion~is~gone/
til i aint got another moment to post~a~bar/
im a walk the streets of johannesburg and Toast~The~Tar/
Travel both City Close~and~far/and get sicker wit every dose~of~s.a.r.s/
focus hard- cuz i~am~the~one/ i EXPLODED way before god~had~a~son/
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I sit here and wounder when//
sometimes I wonder when the world will come to an end//
then i think is there really a sin//
to much shit is happening around you//
when will people no my name, and not say who?//
I sit here and wounder when will i die//
and if i do will people cry//
will i go to hell or heaven//
and i hope i never work at a 7-11//
now you can set and wounder when//
you will die and the world will end//
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tha mc that waxez katts who be 2 kurious 2 peak in2 my pagez//
puttin em up for show in muzeumz//
my kontent elektrikally charged 2 burn enkountered matchez//
huzzain tha mc who possessez kurrents more than gatez with illiumz//
producing segmented pikturez and kallin em artistik kuts//.....
ive robbed niggaz of rymz and sum kall me squirrel kauze ive krakked kodez like nuts//
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nice 1 man _________________ keep em comin ait
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i review a dark mirror revealing a darken shadow/
time renews a slight chisel to sharpen a marksmen arrow/
a lerkens farrow feathered and teathered to a vague extreme/
how can i face a dream that not even a god may see??/
paintin a mural fit for kings on shattes constellations/
the point of blank im facin thru an essentail period of waiting/
a seriousness is patient thru a canvas earth is spinnin/
blatent birth is given to a spawn sanded fern of christains/
as i stand s strand of hair and carve thru granite rock/
i see the birds hovering and yet i cannot stand the flock/
the sands get lost after dust stroms whistles beckon/
i lay a pin of pressure ontop of a thimble thaughts of essence/
a lesson worth of mathematics lie on scholars heads/
i follow dead into grave yards let them chew my flesh/
unto my collars red so i break the mirror hopin it will not get the best of me/
wit the devil standin next to me i walk the gla** only to reach my destiny/
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Each an every day.. pain felt in every way
Tears roll out, shots ring out
Another nigga dies today
Can you jus sit back. An watch as he hit dat
Emptys his sack, smack that
Drop Bomb f***ed up. hooked on crack
But we al kno the innocent get wacked.
Lacked cent, helpless when they smak the cement
Holes an pain inflicted. Minds are twisted
Heavenly angels but thugs change what god predicted
Government evicted. township warior lifes indicted
The imposible. Never thought he be the one up in the hospital
Nines glocked-ta-fall. A rappers ritual
To get the chance to spit at-yall.
Prayen for my chance
Determination easy to overcome a negative glance
So stand with that boxers stance
prayen u wont crumble/ to strong to stumble… to stumble
But if u fall, better be up in an instance
Catz wont forget the raw, to much persistence
So wit a quick glance, last chance.. grab for the glock cannon an overcome all resitance
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Just food for thought...
do tha math, add the truth to the facts, and know´ the story
i´m in my second quater, no longer goin´ for glory
just doin´ my inventory and sellin´ you my synopsis
break out your mental boxes coz we runnin´ outta options
we need a lot of manual labour, and faithful oxen
to start killin all of our ills and clear the toxins
who cares who gets the props when everybody rise
to the highest we can go and still be humble to the skies
fantasize and visualise how we could have it otherwise
other-wise our lives will be tools for other guys
other wiles, undermined, under files of other minds
under mines, brothers blind, microchips placed under spines
hard to find our kind producin´ and using duly
you can fight what I indict, but I´m leavin´ it to the jury
purely and unpampered, untampered by all the fooly
from now until I rest,this message is MY DUTY!!
truly...
Hip Hopers Unite...
...TnT out...
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D to tha B agrees with X to tha Z,
Free-ly express and get happy-ness with mon-ey,
Need anything call it a cash emergency,
Succeed by false-non-natural looks with plastic surgery,
Havin a benjamin might depend on whether shits material,
People say you cant win in tha end, check tha upper-imperial,
What controls how everythin is run,
You may control by shootin ya-self, but with money others can fire that gun,
Want some, still and always will,
Will not steal or kill but paper would help certain areas in my life heal,
Literally, full-filled dreams to capture above,
Wonderin if true outside keeps with pure-love.
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wa** up dropbomb
yo kid-its septre-kid up in this
never claim to be the best
meanwhile u havent met with the best
lyrical cats to dimentle & manyfest
wastefull cats like yo a**
even in online battlin you still spit trash
i wanda how u sound on 1on1 cyphur battles
u trashical, rubishbin resident u 2 big 4 yo shuz kid
this is war
u goin 2 an unduground deep,weckness,wastefull-pit kid
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tha ill liricist with no medicinal kurez//
tha mc wit fearless fearz//
abstrakting and uprooting wakk hiphop mineralz 4rom deep syfaz like tha white exploiter de beerz//
me participating in battlz i take that shit 4 granted like my life//
im rollin on pagez with ideologikal penz that kriticize tha opponents blotted pagez and lakk lirikal innovationz//
and takin my rymz outta my system quikly & unexpektedly like ejakulation //
& surprizingly impotent//
my shit be attraktin bitchez 2 me more than tha thunder 2 power linez..//
kikk me a rym ....... :-( :-Y
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ayyo anounimous shit i gota give it to ya son ur a bitch
ya hear leme quote to show ya tht ur a biaatch
"even online battlin u still spit trash" hahahaha
lil 1 who said this was battle ??????????????????
till u can answer tht stop cock suckin we all guys in this joint.............so u wanna make urself the 1st unknown hoe of this board be my guest
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I laugh at cats like you who wanna make a name//
But i´ll keep the flow simple cuz it will embara** you like i snatched ya chain//
Smashing ya brains but its not like you have any//
You just got mad envy in ya blood cuz with raps i pack many//
I kill cats on the lyrical tip while you all talk but no play//
Im the dragon that blow flames//
Burn ya uknown shit face the old way//
Give me a boombox and rusty mic for this chump//
And bet I´ll end this with you in the back of my trunk//
Ima raptor cuz when Im bitin im snatching out chunks//
Of meat out ya shoulder ,so it will take a few doctors to start patching you up//
Dont act like a slut, coz u´l get f***ed by the whole site//
Im God you Jesus, how does it feel to be somebody´s son ya whole life//
I match wits with ammu and compare flows with pro//
Im the ferocious kid, with c-4 on the ribs ready to blow ya crib//
You on my dick like some hoodrat hoe and shit//
Well it would do me the pleasure to scold and lyrically fold this bitch//
You gotta bone to pick well i´ll just rip ya skeleton//
You f***ed up now cuz ya talkin shit over the wrong thread ´//
You think i got time to fight a shit bich like u? i go to varsity //
I dont have time to be here all day money, Im all about expanding my knowledge//
You can spend ya time on this shit if you want but its not gonna make you better//
You f***ing heffers I´ll deliver the business to ya´ll in anyday or any weather//
I been good with words thats why i made it to higher learning//
But dont get me wrong I´ll still bring the heat and make it seem like ya eyes are burning//
The times are turning cuz you really think you handle this MC//
My games like the pirates and you son of course you the african wanderers//
I been throwin shit out the blue just to make it suspenseful//
Kill is what my men do but that is in battles, cyphers and when we write with our pencils//( get it shit head coz this is a freestyle thread bitch)
You gotta form ya plan to step to the captain//
Raps verbal tactics who´ll squeeze til ya neck starts cracking//
Bars come and go for me cuz i can think alot//
Its cool you like Ja Rule both of ya´ll sing alot//
You want a battle showdown bring the pot//
Cuz i wanna be high you I face you//
I will lyrically slay you and throw around like 900 bullets up in ya facial//
pussy face i hate you and you wondering if you can hurt me//
Man oh man when i pull the gun out you "Dont Say a Word" like mzekezeke//
Spit sick like my lips got Herpes//
Im only the message giver just call me Hermes//
For this ignorant clown I mean greek myths//
The only reason i didnt swallow you whole cuz i had no spoon and fork to eat with//
You weak bitch! This aint the time to flex//
Cuz the way Im feeling right now you could get shot up like Malcolm X//
Or executed like Martin you know i dont have to finish the name//
I got a good memory so i will always remember you lames( if u let tht shitty unknown out)//
The A S RA will diminish ya brains//
and leave ya body in a U-Haul//
You a man but better at being pussy like RuPaul//
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nice 1 huzzaine keep em comin ait man
u got flow wanna c more :-)
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On my block cats werent made to think//
But be the type who want ice just like skating rinks//
I sit on a throne made for kings//
Gripping a mic and spitting 16´s cuz rap is my favorite thing//
See me i be low key, in a gold Z3 happy is f*** cuz i blow weed//
Theres no team, that can stand my Squad//
Mess with D you can be the right hand man for God//
5 years under my belt to correct my flow//
and 3 years for cats to gas my head up like Texaco//
Now i live in the city//
But i miss the East now going back cuz in rap Ima be the next to blow//
My team holding 50 beams//
with bullets that leave exit wounds bigger than donuts they serve at Krispy Kremes//
All the bars i spit need to be clensed and cleaned//
Cuz they dirty, everything i write is tense and mean//
My mind is vexed and crazy//
The pimp in me rather smack a bitch, than to caress a lady//
or caress a baby, cuz i aint the father type//
My heart is ice, with blood thats dark like nite//
DROPBOMB switch the rhymes up more times than my boxers//
Lyrically I´m well rounded and it comes proper//
The gun rocker who tote two pistols like Jessie James//
Ima dumb mobster that´ll put the heat to somebody head and give them messy braids//
It aint the same, i mean rap and all//
Ya team can get shot at more times than the game of basketball//
Me coming with the wackest bars, thats unlikely//
My fist comes fast, but my gun bites down hard on cats domes like Mikey(Tyson)//
Like Mikey i can raise and score//
but like Mikey(Jordan) i will "come back" with the ".45" and blaze and scorch//
With this flow Im about to change JHB//
Heavy and precious like them diamonds that Baby´s chain support//
Hope to never see my face in court//
Been away for awhile but when i come back Ima take the fort//
Flood the streets with rap, instead of those cocaine imports//
See right now Im hungry for deals//
And whoever in the way or want beef, I let them know Im hungry for veal//
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DAAAANM! man them lines r tight money!
yo man much respect, u got tha works
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thnx man u can free on it 2 if ya wanna ait
keep em comin wif hot flows ait much respect ;-)
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TO BE A GOOD MC YOU GOTTA BE ELECTRIFIYING,
MAKE YA LUV 4 THA GAME PURE AND UNDYING,
HAVE UR RHYMES ALL BE LYRICAL GEM STONES,
THAT COULD DESTORY OPPOSITION IF THEY THROWN,
AND IF ALONE COULD MAKE USE OF VOCABULARY,
BUILT UP AND ARRANGED SO THAT ITS SCARY,
TO ALL MC´S WHO THINK THEY CAN DECEIVE,
MAKE EM BLEED UNCONTROLLABLY WHEN U LEAVE,
BUST ALL SORTS OF RHYMES LIKE U MADE OF CRAYOLA,
IF U GET GOOD, U MAKE MORE MONEY THAN COCA-COLA,
SO DONT MAKE URSELF ANTI-EVERYONE ELSE,
CUZ THE ONLY THING THATLL GET YA IS A PUNCH IN THA MOUTH.
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Declaration...
Dbomb u tite...
"HAVE UR RHYMES ALL BE LYRICAL GEM STONES,
THAT COULD DESTORY OPPOSITION IF THEY THROWN,
AND IF ALONE COULD MAKE USE OF VOCABULARY,
BUILT UP AND ARRANGED SO THAT ITS SCARY,
TO ALL MC´S WHO THINK THEY CAN DECEIVE,
MAKE EM BLEED UNCONTROLLABLY WHEN U LEAVE,
BUST ALL SORTS OF RHYMES LIKE U MADE OF CRAYOLA,
IF U GET GOOD, U MAKE MORE MONEY THAN COCA-COLA, "
I´m workin on sumthin,I´ll post it later, want your opinion..
TnT out...
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thnx man i try and yea i be waitin for ya rhyme ait
u knw tht i am new to this site only only days si o guess i have to say this
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i´m new to this site// but i´ma drop one soo tight// that i be gettin hits// on this bitch// all day and all night/ / i´m like a train mothaf***a// and i´m comin through// this shit´s insane mothaf***a/and i ain´t even on part 2//do you know what i mean?// the motherf***in second verse// or do ya´ll just make one// and then rewrite and rehearse//
this is the birth of the BOMB//phat rap that´s smoother than lotion/i brake you down like erosion//vocab´s more vast than the ocean flowin// so how you s´posed to defend// when all i gotta do is just press send// looks like you could use a friend// with a hand he can lend// and how the f*** you s´posed to defeat my freesytle// you better retreat cause this shit sicker than west nile
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Rhymes Pistol Whip like Pit Bulls Bite
Whip don´t make ya die, then scarred for life
Vacuum Seal Baggies Keep the Product ripe
You can call me Bob Barker Cuz the Price is Right
The Time Is Right, Polluntant Minds is Hyped
Got these KIdz brainwashed ta puff blunts ´n´ pipes
Stackin cash loan shark, Intrest on the rise
Entrepreneural mutha f***a by no surprise
This Plan Devised
Got myself disguised
Family cries, if you jackin on my supplies
On any come up cat, or the SCORPION.
Stay on yo game, don´t end up like my man zoo
jacked by ex-step daddy 9 g´s, 2 clones, pair a air max shoes
Its like deebo on friday, keep these come ups out
Leaks on a canteen, spreads, like word a mouth
now they drive by late at night, casin yo house
keep a gauge by the door, and one in the belt
my girls got a 9 in her sock, snub nose in her blouse
smoke you like U was medical an I was David Chappel
All this Paranoia its so hard ta tell
If this lifes a reality, or this reality´s jail
Price ta pay ta unvail this american dream
go from crooked ta legit in one business shceme
no errors wit my paper cuz the books is clean
every seqeutial bill hits tha washing machine
neva do no dirt on the block i got dirt ta be grindin
retired by thirty on 10% intrest in tha caymon islands
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i dunno what is happenin to me i am losin it
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listen here/
u can call this an whatever, u look at it, it seems so simple/
do not release this info, toungue cuts u up/
lets skip to the next one, cause this aussie is nuts/
like a redneck-trucker-packin´ a double-barrel-shot-gun/
too many skills, Im potentially dangerous/
like an infant holding an open bottle of pills/
potentially-wasted/
this kid appears on every hitlist worldwide/
and your girl has got me at number one on her wish-list/
she feels my sex-vibes/
I get bored of talk that concentrates on AK´s and Tech Nines/
blinded, u cant see me when i bust cause of-the-way-my-rhymes-shine/
Blister your lips/
like Lennox Lewis´s fists on Mike Tysons lips/
they never-miss/
hit the ego hard, dismantle your facade/
knock ´em all down, dont need to break a sweat to do this, cause it ain´t hard/
stop, contemplate, re-consider what your next move is/
whatever that will be, wanna challenge me, u are guaranteed to lose it/
MR WOLF, wise like an old man, dont take shit from no man/
cooler than a fan/
and if u talk shit, u better back it up with some action-man/
better put your money where your mouth is/
cause actions speak louder than words in-this-bizness/
and believe me when i tell u the pen is mightier than the sword/
when we race i always come first/
I COME FIRST ON RACE DAY/
initials spell F-O-R-D like a Ford/
whenever i shoot i score/
the field of battle is this freestyle battle board/
see a rhyme of mine, think u can match it/
if u can-not, its back to the lab for some practice/
Try and ride-on-these-rhymes, you´ll stack it.....
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yo MaraD, son you need alot more practice...new to writin aren´t you? anyway you need to write more complex...namean...anyway dropbomb some of your shit is written and not freestyles...why? cuz your qaulity is inconsistent...one minute you tite next your average...but your rhymes are well elevated i must say...
pz
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YO Drop BOMB i dont wanna LIE but i hate your shit man for real.
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i sit back stretch and yawn
then it dawns
briCKs no king he just a pawn
board by this game of life
dealt an ace, jocker, 7 , 4 and a lame ol five
its the same for everyone else is it true or is it trife
that we exist as existance or figments of braincell physics
nuero electro pulses in our heads making us write lyrics
spinal damage, burnt liver and lost brain cells from drinking spirits
wasting too much time hardening our flows to make em liquid
best belive it
i got no regets in hip hop i´ll still live it
even if it means sagging pants make look like a kid
ignoring the achivment, acomplishment and all the good that i did
f*** that shit i love it its more amo to the shit that i spit
the more damage the more laws i broke and thank god that i did
fell in love with hip hop, myself, graff and the beats that i did
true indeed cant forget about the booze and the weed
the bitches on the jock and all the tight cyphers i killed
youngens i´ve built ,
part of my purpose in this life has been full filled
so yeah... briCK the sickest mother f***er you´ll ever know so there!
briCK
halla
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damn..i have focused so much on battling and talking bout wack mcs and forgot that i as an mc must express what i feel and yeah..i feel that shit
freestyle motherf***ers
halla
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i have to say u hate my flow well suit urself
hahaha i am not here to ride dicks so f*** u ait
and while on tht u can ride my cock coz
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Is it the hate that fuels me
I don´t know but I must find out/
I couldn´t understand myself if I turned me inside out/
Cuz my flow is the hideout, but it used to be drugs
Almost overdosed, had to chug coffee to stay awake from a mug/
That was 3 years ago but its still ingrained in my cortex
Through out my life I´ve been stuck in this Vortex/
A loop of destruction, a pre-destined path
Try to to get help for my problems, but society laughs/
Play it off and hand me drugs, that just make me a drone
Zoloft, prozac, or paxel and send this shattered mind home/
Was it the things I seen, or the bull-Shit I experienced
That kept me from progressing, Everydays a blur, so I´m curious/
Only a poet has a soul, but this is strictly a rhyme
Expressing myself loud at times, yet I feel like a mime/
Struggling to sell a dime, so i can cop a real chife
Tired of this steel knife, you internet cats don´t realize this is real life/
The realest I ever spit, the realest you´ve ever heard
Could never be a nerd, the street influenced my words/
Could never tell a lie, cuz in the streets the lies catch up
Eventually ya manhoods tested, Tell me will you step up?/
Would you die for your beliefs, would you kill for ya mans
If ya boy caught a charge would you deal for that man?/
If your brother got shot, would you ride or hide in the grief?
Would you complain about your life, or use ya past to teach?/
Would you fight for ya life until ya last breath
I know I would, cuz Until Im stiff, defeat I cannot accept/
When you die there should be no regrets, I´ll look my killer in my eye
Shine my grill up and show my teeth till I die/
You gotta accept my words, cuz this is more then a rhyme
Its more then battling me on a web page, My LIFE IS HARD ALL THE TIME/
Life is like, flow, it eventually and always ends
Betta say whats real fools, cause som of us never pretend..................
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so if u don like my rhyme well
2 bad son coz i aint goin nowere
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TO THE ADMIN/ WHY DON´T YOU LOOSE SOME OF THESE WACK MEN?/ RAPPERS POSTING TRASH, HOW THEY SOUND? I CAN´T IMAGINE/ I´M TRULY HEATED/ MAJOR LAYOFFS ARE TRULY NEEDED/ LIQUIDATION IS A MUST FOR THOSE WHO´VE UNDER ACHIEVED IT/ I´M ONE WHO CAN SPEAK IT/ THOSE WHO HATE ME EVEN BELIEVE IT/ I HATE TO BRAG, BUT IT´S LIKE A N!GGA CAN´T BE DEFEATED/ I STAND WHEN THEY´RE SEATED/ ALWAYS ONE TO STAND OUT FROM WEAKNESS/ PURE POWER WHEN I SPIT, WORDS RATTLE THE SPEAKERS/ I DAZZLE THE SLEEPERS/ GRADUATE AND BATTLE MY TEACHERS/ STOMP RAPPERS OUT, THEN PEEL ´EM OFF THE BACK OF MY SNEAKERS/ IMMACULATE FEATURES/ GETS ME a** AFTER THE THEATERS/ WOMEN, THEY LOVE IT/ LAY THE PIPE UP IN THIER STOMACH/ AN MC COMPLETE/ ECHO´D DOWN FROM HEAD TO THE FEET(GEAR)/ PLUS I´M ILL WITH THE HANDS, MAKE YOU HEAD FOR YA HEAT.........NOT MY BEST....PLEASE REPLY OR CRITICIZE.....
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THIS IS STRICTLY OFF DA HEAD LIKE DANDRUF FLAKES/ BOMB. BE DAT RAPIST RIPPIN´ PANTS OFF DATES/ DON´T BELIEVE IN GIVING HUGS, DAP, POUNDS, OR SHAKES/ CUZ NOWADAYS, SHOWING LOVE JUST AMOUNTS TO HATE/ I POUND THE FAKES/ WITH STEEL HAMMERS, ROUNDED STAKES/ SKIP TOWN JUST BEFORE THEY GET FOUND IN LAKES/ I LOUNGE WITH SNAKES/ CAUTIOUS, WITH AN OUNCE TO BAKE/ JUST A GRIMEY N!GGA´S VIEW/ LET ME SPIT IT TO YOU/ ONLY LABEL THEM YA FAM IF THEY LIVING WITH YOU/ EVEN THEN, DON´T BE SURPRISED IF THEY SH!T IT ON YOU/ NEVER EVER LET THE WORD "LOVE" GET INTO YOU/ UNLESS YOU LOVE YOUR SEED OR YOU´RE LOVING YOUR REVENUES/ BOTTOM LINE, CASH RULES...YEAH, C.R.E.A.M. IS THE MOTTO/ UNCLE NIMROD LETS THE COKE IN AND SCHEMES ON THE LOTTOS/ WHILE MY UNCLE FIENDS THE PIPE, I JUST FIEND FOR THE BOTTLE/ SPITTIN´ RHYMES FOR MY CATZ WHILE WE FEEDIN´ ON TACOS/ WEITHER SLEEPING WITH THE HOOD RATS OR SLEEPING WITH MODELS/ CHINK IS NEVER SPRUNG ENOUGH TO GO SKEET IN THEIR C0CK HOLES.............
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WHATEVA´S ON YA MIND, WRITE IT/ ROLL YOU A BLUNT AND LIGHT IT/ THIS IS FOR EVERYONE, EVEN DUBBSTAR´S INVITED/ NO ROOM FOR BEEF IN HERE/ SHARPEN YA TEETH IN HERE/ LAY A VERSE OR CRITICISE MY MASTERPIECE IN HERE/ USE THIS TO STRAY FROM WAR/ HIP HOP WAS MADE FOR MORE/ I´M ALL ABOUT RIPPIN´ YOU CATS, BUT I LIKE CHASING WH0RES/ WHO DOES´NT WANT THE a**?/ THE CASH TO COP MORE HASH/ JUST CUZ YOU´RE UNDERGROUND DON´T MEAN THAT THEY WON´T DROP YO´ a**/ YOU GOTTA KEEP IT GRIMEY/ NO DOUBT, THE TOWNSHIP ALEXANDRA DEFINE ME/ BUT VERSATILITY IS WHAT WILL MAKE THESE LABELS SIGN ME/ THE UNDERGROUND IS COOL/ BUT SO ARE MARBLE POOLS/ WITH B!TCHES SLOBBIN´ AND DROOLIN´ LIKE THEY´RE RETARDED FOOLS/ I WON´T DEPART WITH JEWELZ/ THE INDUSTRY WON´T BUDGE ME/ I´LL GET THE CASH REGARDLESS OF HOW STREET N!GGAS JUDGE ME/ THIS IS GETTING UGLY/ I DON´T MEAN FAKE MC"S/ I´M SPEAKING ON HOW YOU RAPPERS JUST LOVE TO CRUSH THE ART/ HATING CATZ THAT MADE IT AND NOW THEY CRUSH THE CHARTS/ TO ME, IT´S THEM MC"S THAT´S SPITTING THE TOUGHEST BARS............
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used to be anonymous
but not the anonymous bitch that left that shit
on this hit list
cos dropbomb i´m feelin´ ya/ the struggle is hard
i aint tuned to this fake world like the bunch
of retards/ workin 9-5 jobs/ stayin with mom´s
and dad´s u wouldn´t even believe all tha shit that
i had and now this anonymous bitch/
who probably sux his dad´s dick/wants to inflict shit
which he don´t know about/conflicts shit that restricts us
so f*** it anonymous WHY DON´t come out u c***
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yo salad ya knokkin anonymous´s mic out of konsciousness like tyson//
huzzain the mc possessing holy lirikal powerz strong enough 2 seperate seaz in 2 like mosez //
bashing headz in iz watt im known 4//
but this tyme who nose watt ull be changing on ya face like m.jakkson//
holding silver kanz in dark alleyz bomming wallz iz my midnight hobby//but
krushing tiny roaches that rezemble anonymous is part of my klimb 2 glory //
better off when i get anonymous 2 sukk hiz wakkness off my cock//
smashing mcz repeatedly iz gettin me props repetitively like hits on billboardz//
yo drop flip sum more of them sharp rymz that rip mcz apart more than english made swordz//.....
IM OUT....HOLL@ :-Y :-) :-Y :-Y
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I´ve never had problems before
like the naked guns galore
never had dreams
that didn´t end up as schemes
people thought i was scared
yet all I did was cared
for the young ones
with battle guns
with the scars
knocked in by running cars.
as I wrote the love letter
I thought things would get better.
yet all love did was leave a stain
upon the brain.
forcing me to stay alive,
to learn the next dive.
Dawg out. 8-)
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Im exhausted from all i´ve lost, the stress embossed
my body is spread acrossed the cross, wrists nailed
the pigeons send messages,the end is hailed
my head dress is covered in blood and sweat
im posted as an example that love can threat
resurrection is a must, but i´ve become a lusted suspect
the power is amazing grazed my eyes to catch the attention
its a spectacle like the speckles of a diamonds reflection
Gods power has been abused by many far and few between
thinking that something is right because it gleams
fire gleams, it burns embers to temper
bringing a dismembered severed limbs and clever hyms
its a treasured glimpse, happiness that is
the ray of light from clouds of storm and weathered sins
hatred in our world, fabricated to our bodies like
an outfit, it "suits" us and brings others to appearance
but doesnt stand out in the crowd, its a disease
a parasite sighted into our minds and insights, inspite
of the negative world we already precieve
hatred is everywhere,in anything we believe
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that huzzain nigga iz kummin with sum nice shit 1, and dropbomb 2 ....true freestylin
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is 1 of my poems hope ya like it
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Im straight poetic, prophetic when I rip through a foe/In all black masked out through shadows I tippy-toe/Its the plans that never fails we just carry out orders/hired security for rich Niggas who move tons across borders/Only aiming at the enemy and thats whoever´s NOT paying SA/Cant hesitate to shoot-em, cuz they sure not slaying us/Its the hood I represent, and its block over ballin/Cause I can always go back there, if my stock is fallin/its apallin, Whack MC´s wanna test-us with just a pistol/but we been workin hard this year, and made end meet this fiscal/So now we stocking up on better Shit, better grips, and longer clips/Got a payroll of Badged a**a**ins, and our reputations is no myth/But I had to give it up to focus my eyes on my eventual goal/plus on my girl and my son the street life had took the toll/They was waiting by the phone every night waiting for that call to unfold/To come Identify my body in a tarp that un-rolled/But I said to myself, that will never happen/I told myself I would get out and thats how I started rappen/This game´s gotta lot reasons to stay in it/But you just can´t play in it, to stay you gotta slay in it/I spent many a day in it, but my new game was more appealing/Niggas didn´t like this, so to the badges they was revealing/But I did my time now I´m all about the mics I hold/My book of rhymes is the only a**ault weapon I hold/I got dreams on taking my son to paris, so he can see the eiffel-man/So I snipe my way to the top-the poetic-rifleman
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now tell me who got yo mind/who be getin you blind/
many say they no the truth bout livin in this time/
the thoughts the views/we see in the news/aint nuthn but a lie wit us livn in da blues/a black brother gota struggle jus to keep his name clean/this aint life it´s a lie that just can´t be seen/I call it propaganda/it´s nuthn but the answer/maken life seem like some sort of providence/you know it all be nonsense...
much respect 2 all emcees shoutin out,got no beef.aint nuthin but love 4 dis shit. ;-)
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welcome aboard ..
enjoy your stay
and keep posting
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yo dropbomb yo flow is hot/
but forget not/
that other emcees burn the spot/
blast hole through yo information/
like a cop spottin criminals unda investagation/
i came wit the illest installation/
of lyrical testin wit out integregation/
emcees talk shit while times wastin/
just like saddams regiem you will be broken down and sweept clean of the impure/
but i got da cure for the lyricaly blind/
got strict skill but still im unsigned/
but still i keep the underground one of a kind/
intent wit a hip hop mind/ my lyrics be profound/
if you wanna battle i lay out punchlines round fo round/
lacsin up the underground sound/
knockin wack foos to da ground/
battelin from the moment the sun come till long after it go down/
thats why my style scatters like gla**/
cuttin up the verbal contrast/
when im fineshed wit you,you gonna need a triple by pa**/
knockin you out like laughing gas/
leavin you in the gutter on you a**/
before you come again look to yo past/
do you have wat it takes to last/
the lyrical torture/
no emcees to support ya/
comin in wit the undaground order/
creatin verbal sin before you battle daz look within in/
where do u begin?/
dont!,battelin me you neva win!
step to it sone!
lets see wat you got**
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god gave the world a gift/
the blk desciple/
yeah thats me/
yall niggaz still think im a kid/
thats ur problem peeps//u think too much//
i´ll kick ur a** if undermine me//
its true, dynamites do come in small packages//
i saw that in me//so i´ll blast your pussy faces//
i might look young// but verbally im not//
watch this kid he will intoxicate ur empty heads with his smooth rymes//
thats all the blessing i can give toady//
amen//
:-? :-?
[ This message was edited by: blk_desciple on 07-06-2003 14:33 ]
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yo,
my brain is overloaded,
like the stove that exploded,
like the sea,
it always meant to be.
so what is the realtion,
to the destination,
where you saw your a**,
as you were smoking gra**.
don´t you know it´s bad,
it makes some people mad,
and you mother sad.
so you say your my brother,
you don´t come from my mother,
so what right do you have to call me your nigga,
when you aint growing any bigger?
Dawg out 8-)
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Blood in Blood out
I´ve been trying to pull it together
Blood in Blood out
I´ve cause a ma**ive head severe
Blood in Blood out
is what I shout
go to battle
in this war of life, ourselves we fight and dismantle
Blood in Blood out
forever wondering what could happen
Blood in Blood out
should I ever stop rappin´
Blood in Blood out
is being a king about
being a ruler of many others or being a ruler of your doubts
Blood in Blood out
the code, law and constitution
Blood in Blood out
creating mental revolutions
Blood in Blood out
I am here no doubt
and will leave when I want to
Blood in Blood OUT!
Boom!
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niggaz and bitches be progressin in
this limelight/ while we rhyme tight
playa haters wanna be makin fights/
saying that we´re not good we misunderstood/
cos tha struggle has moved up and outta tha hood/
its a white mans industry and we should all stand/
i´ll be suddam and i need some afghanistans/
cos strapped c4 speaks betta than a letta header/
world war destruction get steppin off my chest/u betta
relax when i tax these cats who rap/u´ll be like "oh my god
did he do that?"/"but he looks whack where did he buy
that gat?"/i´ll be like.. cash crusaders/
takin flavours Luke Skywalker runnin my sabre/
..from tha top of ur brainskull cuttin ur appendages/
and all fall with these death wishes that dont
kill u now but crystallises like speed in ur body/
i´m gonna kill somebody/ if they try 2 take shit
off me/ like my destiny /invest in these cats
peace out! respect to those out there
but remember this ONE INDUSTRY SHARK,
ONE BIG a** FISH HOOK!
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yo DarkBlood, is ya name Tinashe?
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Yo check it BOMB pop caps and make Niggas take naps//
Playing tha game of life like it was a game of craps//
Snake eyes means MC"S bout to die//
Call me two face cause I got two sides to me if u wanna test me then try//
I leave CATZ chocked up as if they were on Purple haze//
Cut u up scatter ur pieces and have Niggas amazed//
BONE Nigga I be rippin and grindin and leave FAKE face´s shining//
DROP organize ur life and keep me gun light(infa red beam) blindin//
f*** ur bitch a** and ur sqaud up//
Call miss cleo so u can get ur future told and get ur hopes up and then look stupid when I got ur hands up//
I´ll put ya life on film and burn it in a fire and watch ur face when ur moms tell u she´s a liar//
I´m crazy like Side Show Bob and I roll like tha mob spit bullets at u till u look like sponge Bob//
I´m tha of this freestyle Niggas call me king//
I´ll leave ur place so bloody u can call me Bloody Mary//
My rhymes so dirty u can name them Dirtty Harry//
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No brother. I´m afraid you´ve got the wrong guy.
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hail the king for he is back
like destineys child, i will survive
niggaz aiming for our headz
they be tryin to put bullets in our heads
how in the world are we supposeed to enjoy the fruits of life
peeps say life is fair but we make it unfair//yeah thats right
but i say ugly niggaz make life unfair for all of us
Amen//
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wa**up blood.
cool rhymes u have there...
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How can I prove that I´m a man? / how can I move you with the music if you cant understand? / how can I share my experiences / when the glair from your dispair and ya hair got me nearly senseless / i wont see you, I never feel the pressure, damn sensors / I guess S**t´s a test as it reflects on ancestors / life´s a game, they say my slam getcha / dont try to run me down, Im comin down like stan fletcher / but whose bouncin / back in untrackable time, whose counting? / the rap in the back of my mind could move mountains / and after I happen to climb / whose sound sends / intense shivers down ya spine i found the time in/ overdoses that promotes tape rewinding / double N 7 double crossin on my a**igment / and if you aint get it in the first time then I rap it slow so average joes can hear and get whay I meant / cause Im an emcee / the whole worlds against me / peddlin up hill on a rusty a** ten speed / both ways / and I aint think about it most days / but its harder when the larger part of your heart stops / in a froze place / Ive got no space / left on my whole plate / Im tryin frequently but eatin at a slow rate / and I just lost my appetite /and I aint taste it all before, that´s why I hope that there´s an afterlife / I hope its half as nice / as it appears in my dreams / my focus back in sight / so I fight fear to the seems
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Yo dropbomb look here....
you not gonna post freestyles or shit in here anymore...you gotta read the rulez...only one verse per thread...feel me. so this is where this thread ends...you can start a new one but then reply to some other shit...namean?
peace-1-
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huzzain bringing syfaz 2 immediate halts like stopsignz//
my law enforcing rymz iz gettin mcz straighter than road traffik lanez//
no soul has disobeyed my kommandments //
im known 2 hav no limits and my shit iz forever takin of in2 dark successes like afrikan planez//
spitting phat barz iz my lirikal kulture//
kauze my humanikal form iz alwayz eskaping imprisonment//
resorting 2 free-dom-styling waz the krucial koncept i threw at cha//
ive slaughtered katts that hav envaded my konscious environment//
now tha society be proklaiming my exertionz az satanikal//
they neva understood my pozition in this slowly diminishing life//
ill be the mc possessing eternal firez @ battlz //
waiting 4 wakk mcz 2 spit their rymz they klaimed waz tightly lirikal//
HOLLA @ ME..... :-( :-Z
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Yo Huzzain, are you from Kwano & do I perhaps know you?
TnT out...
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THIS IS FOR ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY WHAT IT TAKES TO BEAT THIS
Time to penetrate
What do you have that’s oh so great
Do you have the mind, to manipulate
When you rhymes give up do you have an Estate,
Im into shutting becks im into writing cheques
FNB awarded me the STATUS card with clean credit checks
So you wonder how does rap and money intertwine
I got my mind on money and my moneys on my mind
Will you ever go commercial
Will you ever be on Shelves
Will your bar code ever get scanned
If you don’t buy your record yourselve
Look at the bigger picture
How far will the underground get ya
A free T Shirt from this Site creator
Don’t your ambitions want you to do greater
Nevertheless I´ll keep it local
A true rhymer you just witnessed
And if ever you need to make real money
Remember you got a uncle in the Real Rhymer business.
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yo tnt ya im 4rom itinara....at strelitzia park sumwhere.....and kwanobuhle.sumtymz. :-( :-W
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I want to organize some shit and I need people to help me get this project of tha ground.Holla at me at zano@damelin.co.za.
R u @ PE tech? If so then you probably know ma partners in crime Mic G and Jay aka Jr...we (NEXUS) performed begining of the year @ tha P.E Tech miss freshette...
TnT out..
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watt type of projekt iz dis....highlight it...
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...double CD featurring U-towns finest (Hip Hop & RnB)...
TnT out...
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dats a nice idea son.....ill get bakk@ u b4 friday dun....holl@ :-)