SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us why ya dope!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us why ya dope!
im in first on the new uppin myself forum//
when these niggas get in here read my shit n the lyrics will scorn em//
i aint gonna lie the record is horrible, dont doubt shit tho cuz it'll bite ya//
cuz all this shit i have been hearin says nothin to me but nigga i dont like ya//
the best since the carter, Hov went forever but this dude here is goin way farther//
if i spit the fire, hell fuckin no i wudnt even consider the retire//
ne nigga out there claimin they the best hes a lier, you lookin at the best so much higher//
yea see this is the realest nigga dopey/
what the fukk you know about me?/
nigga imma a real g/
you know wat i be/
straight from the homacide/
where fake niggas die/
this is how we know how to ride/
if u step ill bust my tech nine/
if anyone fukk wit me theyll get knocked the fukk out/
cuz im a lyrical champion without a doubt/
The only white "kid", who can spit so dope
Been trying to get heard earned the title The Great White Hope
When I walk through rooms, people be bowing down
I own this rap game, soon I'll own yalls' fucking town
Im to real to be ILL, alotta people say
Im taking every title in this game',at the same time making my pay
like Dude open mic^ in this game I would trap you.
fuck this forum type,I aint good..But I'm better then that dude.
Just playin,I'm the shit,I'm the piss,spittin violent shit.
I keep my eye on the prize,like the sound I'm rhymin with.
I cant believe I aint signed,I'm not even at my prime
I'm boastin but you know its true,I don't rap with lies.
pc
Im da baddest mothafucka..... so dont fuck wit me/
Ill show u when i fuck ur mothers nigga im a p.i.m.p/
So ill twist my glocks up but dont get it twisted like mobb deep/
Will blast on u pussy even if u try to look inside my house for a peep/
Nigga u a bitch while ima bloodline dogg..... but i dont bark i bite/
So pussies beware when its time i come at dark lookin for a fight/
ain't the Mike Jack..but i'm bad
i'll take the mic back, indian giver
and scalp domes off of fitted caps
on point like a quiver full of arrows....
if you think I'M well rounded
wait 'til u get a load of my barrell
...wide like an Escalade EXT
Airbrush 40 cal sprayin' ya 3-X Tee
slugs restin' in ya thigh bone..
you aint runnin' shit
feel the burnin' in ya sternum
as you eatin' ya words bitch...
half time
dude im like a 745 rolling down ya street...sweet...
im out the window bout ready to street sweep...
horn goes beep beep...
RUN FOOL!!!cuz now im blasting...im the only king thats lasting...
in my name i got people fasting...
dont fucking eat...when you enter my king dom...
watch the shine...cover ya eyes...cuz my blings the sun son...
ill i need is one gun...one tounge...then i won one...
im the king, the duke, the earl, and the bishop...sorry but your none son...
witnessing and killing murdering these villans
conscealling the meaning while healing the feeling
dreaming while eating makes me heaving then bleeding
suceeding these proceeding while dealing is appealing
dem 4lines twisted yo mine like a bed spring
aint nothing left to say accept-u against me? is nufin
^that was pretty dope fam.
hahaha
im tha best baby/
just call me Jay-Z/
fucked up im crazy/
im a pimp ill take ur lady/
im tha best that there ever be here/
one exclusive shit that ull eva hear/
from metaphors to similes to similes and back/
from tha gun that i pop nigga it will tear up ur back/
so if ne igga tries to step up and think they tha best/
ill leave u wit a big hole like tha ozone rite in yo chest/
It's the Almi-T Derek, hated 'cuz I'm hella depressed
High on crystal meth, it's exactly what I do best
It's in my best of interests to get me some sex
From a steamy hot, twelve-year-old girl named Beth
I must confess - I don't regret it, I'm a molester
Non-convicted, also non-violent sexual predator
Willing to give a little girl head 'cuz she'd like it better
But if she wants, she can suck on my cock n i'll let her
I lost my pubes in a shredder, which really hurts, man
But what's even worse than that is my preference for
Little girls & those in which I've recently been searchin
I got tired of the daily jerkin, so I decided to go lurkin
I'm currently peepin thru a girl's showering curtains
She's perfect: a beautiful, young, pre-teen virgin
Snuck in, covered her mouth and carried out my sick perversion
Stuck my 9-inch in her cootchie, ten thrusts, and saw blood squirtin
Y-es sir! you heard who splurge with the best words/
with compound sounds of pronouns and adverbs/
my letters fix a prefix with ediquits to predicates/
Capitilization or abreviations nigga take ya pick/
Y-es be strapped with a S.I.G aimin at E.Y.E's/
niggaz on I.V.'s, got a hole B.I.G with one H.I.T/
the pace i lead, is simular to rides that speed/
it rotates and circulates like the air we breath/
my lyrics penatrate faster than crackheads who O.D./
the fact is i practice, and surpassed way past jay-z/
now who the fuck want what ? ........
it's serious when i let out the inferior, the interior of the verse is packed with superior ethics, imma work-a-holic, when i rhyme that shit is eclectic/
it gets hectic, while yall peoples are set-ignorant, as im chillin diligent,
Ly especially around certain peeps, so-please/
diversity is my style im feelin' all types of shit, acknowledge this, and take note, amounts to the ad libz, on content/
strictly prominent, with lines dipped in blue streaks, cool breeze it's evident, all calmly the whole genre and not stripped like snow peas/
...........IM ME ..........the person who couldn't live with out HIPHOP.......1-2 and it don't stop......dats Being Me on the block, of Bad News, Can we please have a Moment of silence ? that shit with 50 cent im not amused/
confused with the real world and the fuckin industry, i got more common sense to let money control my mind feebly, now that's strictly ME /
PEACE
once they say con-mp,they no its only one nigga,
the ludacris in the mind, saw some old teacher and debated bout pullin the trigga,
used to be a local, but now threw this internet i'm gettin spread,
like peanut butter, or jelly across the wheat bread,
i'm exactly what niggas said, sometimes a loss cause,
the original 'mr. i don't give a fuck', talkin to these teachers sayin get off the balls,
or stay of my grind, the hustle, or i'll be force to have your life pull up to a stop sign,
now your ass isn't seeing the light no more, just a lil bitch whore,
disturbing ma sleep every week i try to dig deep
ma freestyles are so peteet yo rhymes just sound week
pretending then bending coz yo shits not elevating
ma rhymes be trebleing everytime um spitting
trema is wat dey say everyday in every bay
muda fucka its ok i got da weed vodka and da o j
ma ryhmes are sumfing lil kids will neva 4get
um say um da best-muda fucka i dnt need no vest
fuck em!
ya boy is on his game like twister
Im the greatest money getter and ryme spitter,
take doc suess and ma goose, and add some liquor
gotta cannon but not for pictures
make ya ass lose more than tha clippers
i steal gold from the kings like da 76'ers
ya boy is hot, so take it easy b 4 you get blistered
black jack the ripper
I'll clap ya sister,
if the bitch ever tell me that she used to be mister
Im like nas in god's son holdin two white doves/
Or i can get away wit bitin like Jay-Z call me HOV/
But trust me i dont be bitin/
Not KO. really like mike tyson/
U can prop me or not but soon u gon see that im great/
yall gon bow down to my feet this is destiny this is fate/
dont believe me man then believe in tha prophecies just wait/
until threre aint no emergency so bitch theres no escape/
ya boy is so fire,
I made the sun retire
after my words are heard,
there are no survivors
cuz im leathal with verbs and nouns
cookin hot ass rymes
and servin my lyrics with beats and sounds
Rox is the mix between a english teacher and musician,
my stlye is too different that it might take longer to listen
and understand what i'm spittin
so just listen and pay attention,
before the greatest rapper alive
leave you wishin for a second chance of livin
Perpare is on mission for spliting
Give out free rap steets for ghosting
So hard to blast the equipment
Break the street block with vision,
From out hands rebound sound like that,
Pretrical flex on cd system,
Review this with anlyzed data,
Words put together,
With the pen on taget I go to, war like markets mans,
See things from a far with a lens,
when ya boy spit facts
niggas need to go to rehab
cuz after you relapse
you needin help just too relax
ya boy is a mix of speed and crack
make ya whole crew eat a pack
till they bleed from they back
and thats 12 shells a piece for a snack
never get me twisted black, or I'll twist ya cap
faster then old cat do a hat
Im a maniac, leave you sniffin anthrax from a train track
and get found with ya brain splat and body flat like a flap jack
beat ya face with a bat and da doc cant find where ya face at
have you bleedin on the floor till you cant recognize ya door mat
give ya girl an abortion with a ax, thats what I do to da whore rats
ya boy is off the chain, more insane then a killer on a contract
i am the inventor of this hot ass flow
the creator of greatness, eatin competition like a canibal
I confess that I am the professor of this lyrical lecture
dr. kavorkian, wit a mic, kill ya and sell you to the soul collector
you aint gonna be reincarnated cuz death is all you gonna get
burry you with ya wack lyrics and make ya spirit eat 16 from da clip
a professional lyricist wit mad experience,
darin any dude to try me, I'll make you disappear so mysterious
that ya family will forget ya existance, and leave you all shaken and delirious
ya wanna be curious, well i can show how the stupid niggas
die too fast and furious
turn my music hi-hi-hi-hi-gher
you dont know, what were gonna do
gonna do
gonna do
sure i do
niggaz know, i move like those autobots/
pop and lock, all my body parts/
transform into a robocop/
keep it warm then i pull my glock/
best be warned, casue i make it hot/
i make it storm when i rain those shotz/
wearin teflon just above my crotch/
a niggaz on, aimin infra dotz/
when im prone, waitin in the dark/
shootin long, aint missin shotz/
never wrong, when im planning plotz/
lets get it on, if you think you got/
bull horns, better keep'm sharp/
your wrong swimmin with the shark/
got the scores, cause u know im smart//
well informed, as im buyin stocks/
like c4, i make more than sparks/
you want more, well to bad i stopped/
Y mufuckin ES!!
tried somthin different
i'm dope like heroin,to a junkie with the shakes//
been real all my life, and don't fuck with the fake//
i take bites out of niggas as if they was sweet like cake//
just cause my flows sound better than urs dont mean u gotta hate//
you should applaud that one day i'm gonna be one of the great//
sittin fat down south,nice cars, and big bank//
lyrically damaging like when a mans shot close range with a tank//
people jump on my band wagon,while ur ship just sanks//
i uplift myself as if i smoked 2 ounces of that dank//
i'm sorry you wanna be me, but you can't, ur rhymes stank//
i thought i smelled pussy, but that was only you//
it's like you think ur famous but when they say ur name it's like "who?"//
me i'm on fire like a dick with the herpes//
i could never be scared to battle anybody, cause i know they can't hurt me//
i couldv'e came harder with it but its 8 in the morning and i'm still blowed from the night before. :spit: :throwup:
im the best theres no doubt...im not talking gwen...
following around competition...never know im stalking them...
gotta make sure no ones coming up...if they are cut em down...
get back to ya hoods bitches...go back to the gutta clowns...
them otha towns...
aint got nothing on the windy city...it'll fucking blow you off the stage...
you got the softest rage...
ive got the hardest anger...harm this stranger...
you'd have to take my rope...try n disarm this strangler...
you aint gonna win cuz im the dopest since weed...
hoping its me...if anyone asks you whos dope...
answer the dopest is D............
yo yall prolly neva heard of me but thats alright
cause one day no one will be more feared in a rap fight
im like shaq i am never dominated
one day for MVP i will be nominated
i'll send u to the ER if ya meet our G's
the illiance dawg we the illest mc's
ill spit at ya from the good book or from the back of my mind
just look no one can beet my rhymes
got cash flowin out the windows of our escalade
as we roll through Oakcliff sendin people to their graves
growin up i was poor but look at me now im richer than bill gates
hav more illegal money than the cops can count straight
i produce beats and rhymes when im let loose
i cypher write till i die just to and rhyme better than Dr. Seuss
there is no hotter guy then I
I dare you too try
fuck the sun just look up and see me in the sky
ya boy get bucks like tampa
and bang heat like miami
keep the hottest gear cuz ya boy stay fresh like manny
rox is the hardest atrist, I grew up stone hearted
my rep on the street never faced defeat
my record is concrete, i'm the biggest target so dont sleep
It's Syck the name known and hated even on yo-street/
I spyt fyre while other nigga's gotta suck Shaq dick to blow-heat/
Lyrical 'mast-er-mind' makin you realize your 'past-yer-prime', DAMN/
You on 'Casp-er-lines' of blow i'm meetin ya bitch 'aft-er-nine', BLAM/
should be elite bringin demise to fleets you rep what streets?/
you'za pip-squeak I rise to feats who step that deep?/
Syck the un-signed hype, stay Hi like an un-lined kite/
keep the gun-lined rite, how long can he flow it's un-timed despite/
the fact that i could go two-hun-dred, hell may get signed like The Game/
roll wit those who-run-it, and all who oppose it's guranteed that He Lame/
blah^^15 mins max......get on my level nigga's....what's that you say?? oh sure i've got a ladder rite here.....<^get it..LOL...get at me.
ya boy is a flow burner spittin supreme gasoline
hittin cats with words like i'm throwin a smack magazine
Rox is the rawest cat in place since gang green
i make dudes shake and scream like a ceizure
lyrical blow torch leave you heated like a fever
yo dis boy love to spit i love da mac clip
coc back burst dat fill ma bag wit dem casino chips
niggaz hate and dnt give me da love an da respeck
flows sharpa dan a knife-um willing to slice yo neck
admit it you deminished by da time um finished you aint wit it
i just clip it den eat it da money you cant keep it
get it into yo brain um madda dan eminem wit a mental desease
say please wen they vote4me da best in mexico city
yo after I ryme whats the purpose
cause the boy makin an impact In this rap shit
you dont scratch the surface
ya boy is perfect cause no one wants to try me
send me a call out and some poor guy about to be cryin
in pain in agony cuz his ass is dyin
murder threw vocabulary insults and alphebetical manslaughter
ya boy blaze like terry porter
Hey whut up motha fucka my name is dvsmind
u bout to realize dat i'm one of a kind
i come from a hood where niggaz dont play
step outta line they quick to pull an AK
step to a nigga like me and i'll leave yo ass hurt
crush a niggaz ribs and crush his face in the durt
the one thing i cant stand is when niggaz be snitchs
nxt day the cops will find they bodys liein in ditches
fuck all the the punk niggaz dat wanna step to me
guess i'll have to introduce they face to my knee
i figured i've used more than the 6 line limit
dats all i need to merk yo ass in a new york minuet
HOLLA
ya boy on a level way hotter then the devils
i'm Rox cuz I stayed poppin since i was a pebble
i always use improper language like a word rebel
spit verbs that can litterally dig ya grave like a shouvel
my mouth has killed more people then a stainless piece of metal
(this aint meant to start no beef wit ya'll... jus on some bullshit so dont take it personal especially you mods.)
if you want it you can eat it
mac i heat it while you sleepin
in ya hood might see me creepin
give you terrors like a demon
ima hustla didnt stutta
cause im BORN to make ya suffa
acCREDited by BOUNCEn brothers
u country crock im smooth like butter
give you 16's like no other
an i get closer than a brother
broke up Rox 4 bein flyweight
had Dvsmind talk bout Trema's motha
prop yo self like HOV ?
imma set it off all proper, with no teeth bites like the S-Dot Carter,
i hate a Biter, i deliver my own shit, with maybe a punchline as a starter/
i type the words as i feel it, when i feel it, OH What A Feelin,
i recycle peeps in black hefty bags like orange peelin'z/
that's what im like, the average kat, if i aint sportin blue, it be all black,
The ALBUM thats in All BLACK, be feeble as fuck i thought yall should know that/
Fuck propin' my shit like HOV he just a biter ..........
i got the sickest flow spittin, keep it hood never written,
ya heard ya man say some heat i guarantee you it was bitten,
its SIC,...nificance pull a chair, tell a friend,
that its locked up you cock sucks nobodies gettin in,
gotta barrell for vocabulary and filled it to the brim,
for every hot line you niggaz kick ill give you 10,
i know you thought i was bluffin, its plain to see that in not,
call me a chevy lugee bitch i spit hard (like a rock)
its ya boy puttin thickins in the plot,
but it aint s dot its sic and im hot..... holla
ya boy spit demonic shit like a sinister minister
I start shit but better known as a finisher
i'm bout big biz
cuz rox is a wiz kid
I live big, like jack did,
a universal nigga but all you see is a black kid
on my path to a legendary future
i'm a lyrical bruiser, beat ya mind up with punchlines,
like a heavy weight boxin a cruiser
i spit only real shit but you tell rumors
make you call for assistance like a kid wit a tutor
i can confuse ya, rox is a rollin stone
but in the future Ill be the biggest ruler
im the one who rules the land...the one you call da man...
the one who watches over my shit...he who rules wit an iron hand...
stop the presses...thats supposed to be iron fist...
you could never walk a mile in my crown...why would you wanna try on this...
dont try to attack my castle...cuz we both know my bricks fortified...
dont say your girl dont want me...we both know suck my dick? shorty tried...
forty ride...
right out my front gates...to attack and begin the war against your force...
its not that im a fifty cent fan...its just since day one ive been against the source...
thats why this kings never on cover...always on like page one twenty one...
i got this land thru bloodshed and corruption...but i still won the country son...
Don't test the theory cause me proppin myself
That's like snatchin Hov's albums off the shelf
It'll never have to be done cause I have what you want
My style,flow, & respect is always makin me flaunt
Without Blade Oracles wouldn't have that foot up
On these herbs so they might as well shut up
Cause I aint leavin tha crew just to have it run down
Even if yall see me as dead I'm still laughing you fuckin clown