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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
grabbin the dice out the game and toss em back/
flossin stacks of bills made cheap/
tricky niggas make a steal blade seep../ thru abdominal muscles/
for profits to double in pockets-people go thru phenominal struggles/
and keep movin' -international pain moves me/
while rappers parade money with chained jewelry/
its hard to keep the same ad-dress with bad checks plus gettin paid 2 weeks/
every friday and tuesday/
sometimes my moods sway
so when i say i wanna get detoxed that dont even include "dre"/
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Paint pictures wid words - da rap game lyrical graffiti artist
Jus refine my own jewel never get cawt up in who's da hardest
Da masses will fight for me - represent n grant glory
Cuz dey can feel I'm real and dat yu jus real sorry
Rappers today bore me - all wid da same recycled story
Trap dis bust dat n how he got more heat
but wut I am to dis game is the catch phrase on maury ( you are the father )
No commerical cuts - no cameras - but we shoot live in HD - lol
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
fuck the words, i roll on pure hurt,
i'll knock ya down, get you covered in dirt,
flirt with my girl again and your deaths a real cert,
i'm constantly concealing muscles under my shirt,
i thought you might need an alert,
so i waited around, but on your phone found pictures of her,
this aint a spur, you'll never be respected again and called 'sir',
you'll be wishing that things could be once how they were,
blurry vision, is that what you got?
fail to spot what's behind you and not
in front of you, obviously waiting to tackle
you to the ground, your ipod smashing like an apple.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
technology is running its race , it is to bad we cant slow to a more practical pace
we wonder in and out of windows , thoughtless losing depth to our souls
a push of a button a click of a mouse we manage our lives inside the house
is it a house of God or a house of things only time tell what life brings
struggling through strife and removing a knife , right out of our backs
just to have it back again it shows what we lack
the patience the energy and a sense to just be
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
a running rat race, my flows good to go,
hit the road, before i connect these wires to make four in a row,
and blow this street into an ice age; becomes cold,
snows 'til it's all out of white stuff like an old folk,
im deadlier than climate change,
strange as it is, i could rearrange,
your face to make a new race, and you'd be amazed,
the skin increases thickness; double glazed,
enforced with armour, holding razor blades,
opens its mouth to release a thousand grenades,
that cover the earth, so slowly it fades,
into the darkness, swallowed up by the shade.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
ask youself can you evade the blade/
we can square dance/
my heat'll put u in a scared trance then steal ya "roc-a-wear" pants/
beware fans- u love that dyson rap/
i strike in raps as hard as a tyson scrap/
you niggas annoy me claimin u dumb down/
nay, you've always been dumb,clown/thats some sound/
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
never flashing iron rather slash ya tires.
outlast entire crews and i wont react with fire.
quick to detach empires, separate the kneck and back with pliers.
hack ya liars with machete, the dull side mangles.
deadly spaghetti strings tipped with sharp triangles.
build ya fort with lego shit'll melt with one huff and puff.
dismember you eat ya limb while i dump ya stump.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
if you're coming to find me, make sure you got an army,
you can't repel me with just the smell of salami,
or by bringing an expert so fuck bringing mohat magandi,
i'm rolling with joint forces- earthquakes and tsunamis,
with the nod of my head i can bring cliffs and shit down,
shift the plates and make haitians fly around,
move the ground, cover you up so you won't get found,
leader of earth, where's my crown? go and fetch it now,
but don't go sending no one with the name of jack or jill,
jack's in iraq, while his girlfriends on the pill,
but if she becomes pregnant and he dies and theres no will,
who gets his estate? usually it's the government 1-0,
but not with mine, people should get what they deserve,
the unborn baby gets an educations thats been reserved,
just like all my lines, carefully rehearsed,
to pay back for their loss, it couldn't have been worse.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I'll wrap your body in placid acid gasses.
Plastic dramatic dagger incisions for the masses.
Gashes are stashed up in your face.
Gotta hide away from this place, until this matter passes.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
contest? nah ya'll cats is just flappin ya spout
im fresh like i need to get slapped in the mouth
you cant dent-this- cause im the one- passin out cavaties
ravaging and scavenging, spitting acid; battery
's sad to see- that actually- theyre happening; these tragedies
these casualties of souls who's passions actually are a disease
impeding the breathing of heathens seeking to be just equal
with blades like a speeding eagle sweeping to eat the people
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
contest? nah ya'll cats is just flappin ya spout
im fresh like i need to get slapped in the mouth
you cant dent-this- cause im the one- passin out cavaties
ravaging and scavenging, spitting acid; battery
's sad to see- that actually- theyre happening; these tragedies
these casualties of souls who's passions actually are a disease
impeding the breathing of heathens seeking to be just equal
with blades like a speeding eagle sweeping to eat the people
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Drop to a knee as blood splatters all over me
Its another friend gone, no need to cry or hold it all inside
Just another dude died for freedom, yours and mine
Except we bled together, told stories of glory, fought and fed together
Not red or blue but green is what we rep together
Now he's another bracelet on another dudes arm forever
The worst part of it all is... the fightin's not over
Wake up the next day and do it all over
So many miles away from home, surrounded feelin all alone
You hope that time stopped and people know your gone
But reality strikes hard, havent heard from your dad, your brother, your girl or your mom
Granny had answered one of the times you called
But she had to go cuz her stories was on
Sometimes we wonder why we get mamed, marred, scarred for life or die
Its cuz we beleive in the fight for the life of the dude right
Beside us because he understands the pain of loss,
And was there as we suffered and fought
All the lessons learned and what we were taught
That we are all we have to love
Not just because
Not from the same family but brothers in blood
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
i may be new to the game,
but soon me and all you rappers gunna be same,
My raps insane,
I'm flowing like a storm drain,
Natural flair, no need to be taught,
I dont leave finger prints I'm never gunna be caught,
whats a rule book? i know nothing of the sort,
I challenge anybody that thinks that they can rap as good as me,
to battle me anytime so that you all can see,
that I am pure lyricism,
making you fear when living,
so maybe think twice and make the right decision
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
i may be new to the game,
but soon me and all you rappers gunna be same,
My raps insane,
I'm flowing like a storm drain,
Natural flair, no need to be taught,
I dont leave finger prints I'm never gunna be caught,
whats a rule book? i know nothing of the sort,
I challenge anybody that thinks that they can rap as good as me,
to battle me anytime so that you all can see,
that I am pure lyricism,
making you fear when living,
so maybe think twice and make the right decision
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
READ ME
Seriously, some need to be taught in rap
But if you can't learn, or hard headed...just fall back
Please
I already crushed too many MC's
If you can call em that...
Now adays you can catch a deal no skills
Just need a club banger, I'ma keep it real
I ain't on that
I'm off the top of the dome shit
Real Freestyle Rap
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
My tounge is the canvas my lyrics are the pot of paint
my pictures come to life and slap some cunts across the face
It's in my scripture to write lines and out rap runts in this race
ill tip the scales and insight rhymes like click clack, you keeping pace?
ill rip n impale those who bite lines like "Biff!" "Smack!" gone without a trace
giving lip to this male will make a height in crime cause riff raff wont stand for me gettin played
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
it's not the beat or tune, it's the bars that can make you,
evidently enough for some to make the great break through,
but on the other hand, you'll get those who grow to hate you,
you can't sink in shit like you've got the fucking plague too,
you gotta pick yourself up, find people, get in touch,
not cage yourself in like you're sittin' in a rabbit hutch,
lyrically flow, but at times you gotta give it rough
enough to make 'em love you like a best mate, even though it's tough.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I'm going places in this world... tell 'em that I'm working on a come up
If you ask about my flow homie... I'll just give you the thumbs up
I work miracles... smell my lyrics... they got a waft'a brilliance
Don't fall to fakeness my brothers... say, "Fuck you" and spawn resillience
I spit holy fire on the microphone... you could swear I was preaching gospel
I spread love like an epidemic... my shit is never hostile
I ain't one with battling... I'm just tryin'a make fun when I rhyme
When I'm on the grime... word magic that'd make the stars reallign
Trying to spread peace like butter... I want y'all to love each and one another
Hation is destroying our nations... toting guns on your favourite CD cover
We need hapiness to find what's real.... fuck the fake shit
I throw out dollar bills to the homeless... with no hesitation
I wear no fascade of granduer... lying never helps find inner peace
I find happiness through my music... spittin' dope shit to swift beats
But you gotta find your own outlet... even though it might be my scene
'cause prison years are long when you count it... just for feeding some dope fiend
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
metaphorical beat, historical feat,
rhetorical questions might leave you dead in the heat
of the moment, you're meat,
for my predator ways, i aint changed,
been the same since the day my pen met the sheet,
i'm colder than the freezer so you better wear a fleece
and seize, the moment to scatter.. take a train, plane or car,
to a distance afar, further than the furthest of stars,
or planets, for example mars,
i'll leave you with scars so deep they'll cut through your arse.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Philosophical spits with no answers
to raise more questions then vanish like ghost, phantoms
straight off the dome, handle.. ya family's.. scandal
i rip you up and wear ya skin like arabs wear sandals
i'm like a violent ruler, going great lengths to damage ya
plus i deliver great shots like expensive cameras
the name is Melmoth, on ya blocks like tetris..
you call me out to battle son you gonna regret this..
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a dude with heart in the mood to tear tunes apart
fuck wishin, im spittin with precision hittin shootin stars,
my bars are hard, im snappin' your like matchsticks
you might score in ya lyrics, im gunnin for a hat trick
i couldn't give a shit which pricks better, i'll sever scripts
i leave ya chick wetter then british weather, clever?
nah, im thick as pigshit, so sick ill sniff ya shit
leave ya speechless like a chick suckin thick dick
potent like a rasta's aroma, put you out like a coma
after i smash these guys i'll pass the mic over...
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Scumbag
a dude with heart in the mood to tear tunes apart
fuck wishin, im spittin with precision hittin shootin stars,
my bars are hard, im snappin' your like matchsticks
you might score in ya lyrics, im gunnin for a hat trick
i couldn't give a shit which pricks better, i'll sever scripts
i leave ya chick wetter then british weather, clever?
nah, im thick as pigshit, so sick ill sniff ya shit
leave ya speechless like a chick suckin thick dick
potent like a rasta's aroma, put you out like a coma
after i smash these guys i'll pass the mic over...
Nice first post dude..
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
cheers man! dropped another verse in the open mic thing i think n' just did one off the top. cheers bro
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everyone's got underlying fears, beneath their lack of tears,
then again some have got zilch between the ears,
so be hearing this, you'll soon get the jist..
rising up ranks, no need for thanks,
getting these MCs to walk along planks,
i aint got time for wannabe's,
if you wanna see these lines, they're coming easy,
probably making queens queasy,
and my fans? i guess they all need me,
so i'm soon destined to be on Tv,
on the breakfast show, with people turning to see me..
i'm like the whiter taio,
you put the mic in micro,
i'm becoming a lyrical psycho,
you can't compete, your future's as bleak as a winter night show.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I regret what I did for business.
Because all it did was effect my Mental Fitness.
I was once a religious worship.
But these cavity searches,
Are the cause of when this reality worsens.
Curses to my name, Zane is insane.
Insane in the brain, now I'm lying in hearses.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
my infatuation with rappin's a rapid collaboration of habits in action
pursure my passion combative and rabid
on a mission strapped with a package actively flammable
the thought of you as a prodigal's laughable, hysterical
spittin inner confessions bout my bitterness in this profession
i feel the willingness to build is against an oppression
they wanna burn and get rid of the tenement sections
givin kids ridilin like penecillin injections
im a pinnacle of aggresion when syllables are the weapons
cook with heat, butcher beats i'm splittin em into sections
sirloin cuts, chop the hook, filet the verse
so fresh from the land to your hands that you can taste the dirt
i work to adminitster rhyme medicine
if yours isn't effective i can prescribe Edison's
you wanna be impressive bitch, spit some intellectual shit
about politics, the national deficit,
or how the church promotes hate and passive aggressiveness
unbreakable, automatic, repetetive
leavin fiends bloody bodybagged coughin on sedatives
oh - you rep your set, well, here's a coffin to represent
for causin the mess repent with an offering of all of your posessions
including those rhymebooks of fraudulent messages
ya cars and ya residence, i'm proclaimin it mine
flatten that, plant a seed, turn the grapes into wine
if you got a legacy traced i'm erasing the lines
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tongue like a serpant, fuck the past, we've reached the present,
the elements i've combined to become what i want is evident,
take a simple concept, add some imagery, don't be hesitant,
i beg to differ with anyone who says i couldn't even be president,
all you need is hunger, a passion to receive salary,
and eat it up like calories, give the people of the country flattery,
tell 'em that you'll do shit, but in reality you don't do it
lie and steal their hopes away, it won't be the first time they've been through it.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
^^^^^ Fuckin nice edison, man!^^^^^^
i love puffin' my weed as im fuckin a sheep
fantasies of me headbuttin that slut the queen
leave ya screamin' when i whip my dick out
im like a gay's ass you wouldn't beleive the shit i'll
blow ya mind with, your skills are like my dick
......i can't find it, middle finger, im behind it
my rhymes are blindin, like cumshots to the eyes
i like to cause friction like a fatslag's thighs
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^^^^^ Fuckin nice man!^^^^^^
i love puffin' my weed as im fuckin a sheep
fantasies of me headbuttin that slut the queen
leave ya screamin' when i whip my dick out
im like a gay's ass you wouldn't beleive the shit i'll
blow ya mind with, your skills are like my dick
......i can't find it, middle finger, im behind it
my rhymes are blindin, like cumshots to the eyes
i like to cause friction like a fatslag's thighs
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Freestyle, pen or pencil, I'm a sick ass individual
Breath fire, hen or cancer, it's a sick ass ritual
I inhaled the Game, so here I hail in Game
Boy I held the Game, at time's i say da hell wit the Game
Don of the, Eminem's Ron to the Game
Hulk smash emcee's, gone to the wind
If your the shit then I'm the worlds trash bin
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Fuck being the worlds trash bin, that shit's whack
Im the reason the earth spins, as a matter of fact
I'm the dopest shit since they came out with smack
Cloaked in darkness because my soul will be forever black..
Aspire to be the dopest, i won't settle for less
Try to step against me and find the gat at your chest..
Another thing you'll find is my face in random girls breasts
That's not all that goes down, but im sure you can guess the rest..
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
came into the game so hard i created a baby,
created a life quicker than records, its crazy,
but can't marry this lady, she's not even real,
her aim's not to love, but instead just to kill,
get you swallowing pills, addicted to those record deals
that you won't ever get unless you puttin' money in tills,
so don't be standing still, cause the cross hair's been movin',
deciding it's next bitch, someone who makes beautiful music,
who will it be? personally - no idea,
it could veer off its road at any time and you'd hear,
of someone to fear, changing gears in the fast lane,
upcoming faster than concord through the fallin' rain.
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Damn my shits hot
I bring mo fire than a tire at Indy pit stop
Did I just send y'all da kick rocks
Man Y'all wish wash, I'm on the dresser thinking which watch
Y'all could fantasize about Miss March
I got the hottest bitch since march
Flow stay wit a crease boy I don't even need starch
I'm upping the ante, y'all fuckers can't stand me
Why you getting pretty in the mirror boy I ought da call you Annie
I'm slapping ya granny
I so deep in ya gurls pussy I'm practically family
I shut ur page down, cell phone's in business
What you mean you got a page now?
Ketchup boy I stay wit the mustard
And you might think it's over but I'm coming in clusters
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Damn my shits hot
I bring mo fire than a tire at Indy pit stop
Did I just send y'all da kick rocks
Man Y'all wish wash, I'm on the dresser thinking which watch
Y'all could fantasize about Miss March
I got the hottest bitch since march
Flow stay wit a crease boy I don't even need starch
I'm upping the ante, y'all fuckers can't stand me
Why you getting pretty in the mirror boy I ought da call you Annie
I'm slapping ya granny
I so deep in ya gurls pussy I'm practically family
I shut ur page down, cell phone's in business
What you mean you got a page now?
Ketchup boy I stay wit the mustard
And you might think it's over but I'm coming in clusters
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
my words fire like bullets, if you're near me, bring armour,
i'm eating MCs across the sea like a pirahna,
hit you so hard that the lion will feel it in narnia,
i'll drown titanic 2 before it even leaves the harbour,
rich men, middle class, those brought up on nothing,
i'm crushing what was once something, into ingredients for stuffing,
flow like it's a show, faster than a river,
in terms of rapping, i'm always the best giver,
listen to others, some are good, but with most i snigger,
up and coming hugely, my name's just getting bigger.
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What emits from my mind powers the earth..
Giving it life-force like a mom giving birth..
When they open my grave, Enlightenment is what they'll unearth..
And a demonic curse that brings the worst of hells to this earth..
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
im the rapper eatin dirty flow little hevine
bang ur head like i was rage against the machining
spit flames like shit stains my game hits like shootin range
kill mc's end there carrer like end games
im cool walking with a ganster lean the fear of screams
as i rip ur chest out as i pull ur spleen
i need to calm down relax blow some steam
death an rotten corpse sweet like a day dream
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
i play team black out untill im whacked out/
then i declare war in a warriors attack shout/
pullin the mack out- dont have to spell it out/
but lets just say i'll send you to H-E double L,your out/
i'll shut down your whole email account/
for postin on sites/
im boastin on rights of mad props/
in all the local mom and dad shops/
trust this/
adjusted to scenery/
after a dose of me dont operate heavy machinery/
and when i say green,i mean a fee..never smoke/
get wet and soaked-slit with a gilette and poked/ and gutted/
now if i really did everything i said in my verse...then id be keepin it one hundred/
...but im not
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Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
people allways hate me since the day i was born
jump in the scene nitrostic an boostin trubo
i smoke blunts get high like i was cheech an chong
battle in the cage see my rage geting it on
i smoke u out acting hard like ur ruff tough
just like a poker hand im callin ur bluff