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

[WORDSMITH]

yo check it this is money on the record
im in pole position and the flag that is checkerd
im no number not on the chart or the street
all i wana do is put my vocals to the beat and
help like head and shoulders for the skelp lyrics
as hot as the sun will make you melt money the
prodical son oriens belt...ill take you to the stars
better yet let us fly i got the blades you got the
gucci shades guest appearance i got the purple haze
let us blaze money from the flats be amazed yeah i made
it this far sum days i walk sum days i ride in a car
double klipfrif and coke up in the bar my banit 400 takes me
really far camps bay to landsdowne yeah thats my hometowne
my boys you know now we busy with the stone age while they
busy with 1 whole gage basically locking emselves in their own cage mo rage...
yeah a bita me and a blunt!!

money? who the hell are you sonny/
now imabout to make u miss dad and mommy/
look tshani we grown folks in here we never need nanny's/
i aint dissin ya/ you just dissed yourself buddy/
you aint a gansta/ your nickname is sweeter than honey/
ag we doin it real/ soooner or later we gon cut international deals/
dont get offended just stay put and observe some skills/
welcome to ag punk/ have punchlines thrown at your face/
b4 u f*** with us, get a bulletproof vest, a durag and a necklace/

Thats how Mad Roles... why would he stop Now... Kill him Mad

[Mad]

this kid needs some schooling just givin him some advice, dig me?

[WORDSMITH]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

[Mad]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

ayo i thought you nad me and swords were on some buss, whats happenin?

[WORDSMITH]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

ayo i thought you nad me and swords were on some buss, whats happenin?

Nuh we still on dude... plus me and swords always meet.

[Mad]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

ayo i thought you nad me and swords were on some buss, whats happenin?

Nuh we still on dude... plus me and swords always meet.

aight look man, i see that you and ya bo swords aint poppin for this shit, i aint gonna watse my time playing mr nice guy to you fellas, youz got to comprehend, we need to do this shit right away, so gimme a straight answer mayne,

[Anthony]

sir plastic another post?

[WORDSMITH]

sir plastic another post?

Dude look I got better things to do with my time. So I sugest you use yours wisely. How bout That?

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

yo mad why you gotta go and diss a niga
you acting like a bitch with too tighta 28 figa
and i only had a mom homy i never met my dad
maybe your dad enjoyed watching you run in the clad
another front page hit on the voice my lad
next time you wana give a "friendly " diss
think again...? cause ill win you like obama won mccain
my lyrics put critics under unbearable strain
while im injecting this message right into your
vein but pls remain dont ever change who you are
i hate fake nigaz who are lah d dar...never walking always
driving a car talking shit about the 9th par...tee off  biaatches!!

[Mad]

yo mad why you gotta go and diss a niga
you acting like a bitch with too tighta 28 figa
and i only had a mom homy i never met my dad
maybe your dad enjoyed watching you run in the clad
another front page hit on the voice my lad
next time you wana give a "friendly " diss
think again...? cause ill win you like obama won mccain
my lyrics put critics under unbearable strain
while im injecting this message right into your
vein but pls remain dont ever change who you are
i hate fake nigaz who are lah d dar...never walking always
driving a car talking shit about the 9th par...tee off  biaatches!!

f*** you, u weak dude/
dissin me aint cool/u probabley jumped school/
you  fool, battling me wont do u any good/
f*** you a million times/
beware b4 u diss me/ coz i steal niggaz lives/
now admitt, my linez killed ya like ten times/
you fantasise about having punchlines/
u weak and thats a fact u faggot/
dissin u is like throwing sugar on a deseret/ [ waste]

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

i jump the fence of my school but i done matric/
ill blow you out like a f***in candle wick you prick/
you the undercover dude who paints with his dick/
f*** me niga?huh>< take a seat before i iron out your pleat/
stand in line or ill be forced to split your spine what kine?/
seems like i hit a nerve...you came all vulgar with hair like swerve/
im from the heart of the flats/i share a meal with heavily tattooed cats/bow ties on their necks which tells you much respects/so next time you wana f*** with an  O G...know thyself.....yo....you sound pissed of bra...relax cause "kwaad rakkinz spielie saam nie"...drasties!!!

[ToXic Candy]

Heyi wena dyo think these f***en kids know what they doing

Oh no he didn't!!!
You opened anather account coz you tired of all the people that have been smacking you.
Gosh you are one twisted nigga.

[Mad]

onekind is very very sick guys tjo tjo


who got skill and swagger like mine/
my swagger is rich more than a diamond mine/
i load clips using my teeth/
my flow's cd 4 count is below 200/
my stacks are too many, i thorw away all my 100's/
your cd's are worth a pack of simba chips/
and mine all over the place like the legit mini skirts/

 

[1kind]

  thanks mad, thought you hated me for all the shit i give you...

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Cheers, to one more mic check, here's to lifes best//
cheers the mic check, tis here that I rest//
might just decide that I might sidestep//
life and death, might check for life check//

the ques the beats, he speaks in steps//
So he wont forget the beat, he said//
be back soon, for the journey with packed food//
ths journey that took his youth, so he swore to the full moon//

I well get to you, reach up to skies//
and rope and grab you coz i hope to have you//
and share with you my life of clapz and loops,//
hooks to catch you, lyric books with mad truth//

my troops, made to clap, fools//
not wearing were the camo, but fitted in hats and suits//
Bow down one last time all hail//
before the empire falls and fail//

just like his beats his life was outta swing//
outta synch, 1,2,4,5 in the count of a blink//
quick life quick sand quick man quick sink//
The semi-tone, silence, hear a dead man think//