hold ya breath doog cause i stay 2 steps ahead of ya/Originally Posted by Sylentz
even ese's know about fettia/ welcome to my thresh hold/ deport ya ass out the game like an INS hold/ i gotta hand fulla of jokers bitch its time to fold/
if its funk that you want then my niggas know its time to roll/ you play ketchup nigga I'm bullseye suace just way to bold/ cooler than the other side of the pillow just way to cold/
cooler than the other side of the pillow well im cold as froze/
hit you dead in the chest,you bein a bitch now ya breast expose/
this not composed as a diss to the dude thats up above me/
but if push come to shove none of yall muthafukas couldnt budge me/
shit can get ugly...F.A.M. keep the bubb and the sparx/
if yall bitches dont get that line,ill make air deflate from ya chest like a fart/
now that shit comedy this a freestyle i wont stop typin/
none of yall nigga could fuk me , really like certified dykin
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
How u from Oakland with the name mixed toxins//
Yo rap u think is sick, but mines sorta cautions//
This nigga from cali, just like me, the only toxin he got, is the HIV//
Yo ur rap was nice, but really more lame//
its like the cheapest ps2 package, u got no GAME//
If u ever come dissin Buck, Game, Lloyd, and Fitty//
Ill leave u exposed like janet jacksons titty//
yo raps cant even touch me, it wont even phase//
my raps leave u dizzy like it was a purple haze//
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
^ get out with that colored shit.
i'm an angel without wings, but i'm still fly
might be gangsta, nah, but we all still cry
keep ya head up, and let the music flow
grab the mic, stretch my throat, then glow
like ten grenades, i'm ill.. watch me blow
not conceited, just sick enough to know
i make kids grab books, and not the drugs
catch love, like a fist like a glove, for music
pass words of heart, don't ever abuse it
try to battle, but most niggas refuse it
i no wat u are, u are a complete bender/
u betta give up now, u betta surrender/
cos ill take no time, wen havin to kill/
i only do it for the buzz and for the thrill/
maybe u think u cn take me on/
but ya cant cos im the don/
im cummin for ya and ur gonna die/
i no u want to sit down and cry...
u talk about K-O, u rap like j-lo/
wen i say go, ya mum starts to blow/
on ma dik, cos she dunt no/
wats goin on, its alrite though/
its not her folt shes a bit slow/
and ur rhymes, they dont flow. .
Maybe if you guys can read. This aint diss the bitch above you, its freestlye.
Sylentz is here, killin ya with his freestlyes/
takin all ya bitches down tha aisles/
deep down, your feelin my flow, you know it/
cos your wishin ya can rhyme like, you spit shit/
fuckin clowns, ill murk each one of you faggots/
takin to ya wifes, for me they got tha hots/
here come the end of this new found rhyme/
so remember come back when ya can spit a line/
Christmas time, drunks on the street, had to much wine/
found an old man walkin alone, strangled him with a peice of vine/
wrapped it around his neck, dead as can be/
what the fuck, pretty cruel, if you ask me/
but what you dont know, this old man, robbed this young guys hoe/
this young guy, saw his wife, kissing an old man under the mistletoe!
Spittin in this thread aint a clue why better things to do/
Feel unwelcome to this large community like a misfitted shoe/
Dont really care because elswhere i rep closer dons/
Fuck this site all y'all need to come to www.keystylez.com/
its sometimes good to reflect onda past//i know we've had 3 relationships that didnt last//but the time without u has changed me inside//stressfull days sleepless nights n hours i cried//just talking to you made me physically and emotionally weak//memories of what we had!! something pure and unique//my mistakes ruined things between us//its easy to see that was my misdemeanous//i messed up the best thing i eva had and i cand stand it//my brains overloading and i cant handle it//but this is wot i made it and no im damned for it//things went wrong and i dnt blame u if u hate me//is just another case of loves animosity//i guess i was blined by love shattered by pain//through everything away now i live my life in vain//but i guess i got to take everything i get//cus in this world you pay for everything you get//ive neva had the plaesure of holdin in my arms//hold your hands by connectin palms//to kiss you warm soft lips and feel devine//i dont truely know what its like to have you as mine//but despite those things i honeslty do love you//even though dnt always show it!! its true//i know we argue quite alot but thats natural//cus with out difficulties this wouldnt be love at all//love isnt something thats fixed you can change it//but that dont mean you can arrange it//your the one person in my life that means alot to me//you make me feel happy n thats the way i want to be//im tryin to bridge the gap between to you and me//so we can live our lives in unity//
My fellow crook-ed alumnus/ graduates of the hard knocks/o.g's among us/ we left to rot/ corpses from house to block/neighbor hood to city/ my niggativity/from the half that wanna test/ the rest detest/ who prtest my spoken word/ I lay the law down when it's heard/braking order of the states/ when it pretain to high stakes/refrain from fakes/maintain all of what the U.S. printing prees makes/ if these are the breaks/ then any mistakes/ means it's a miss take/and i'll wate/ for a federal term/ubsurd to any greedy mans nerve/so fuck what you heard/ this here is a treaty to the needy bandit/ luccini branded/ your fault for getting caught/left the sceen empty handed/shit i guess we learn from experience/but this how we pay rent/ so no-no's/ is dont know's/ and broke hoes/ and broke nigga's wit broke flows/ approach the bank teller wit' mini 1-4's/ tell her i love the doe/ and head me straight to the volt/ so lets vote yes on 211's/ and listed 187's/ and I dont' give a fuck if president don't listen/ or veto my proposistion/see i'm not your congressman/ but a con man/ wit a strong arm clan/ we point our middle fingers at the man/ fuck 'em/ This is dedicated to all our fore father's/ on every dolla'/holla/ what!!!!!!!
i hail from georgia, that land of drunks and borders
flows so sick, i got niggas hidden in corners
rank so high, i got niggas bowin' down to me
so ill, i got hoes that bring the crown to me
i'm not the lil jon type, i'm that independent type
the hype, the right, the one with skill that writes
i grew up to drugs, and after school fights
no lights, to lite up my flow, i got to go
so let me leave you with a steady ready flow
If u ever tell me get out wit that colored shit//
Ill get in ya body and make ya ass frostbit//
And what u know about drunks and borders//
U prolly talkin to drunks and they give u orders//
I see u in a so called crew called underdog records//
aint none of yaw on ya cities billboards//
u must not no, im the one and only hood tactics//
My raps will leave u lost in the middle of traffic//
This man aint sick, to Georgia he prolly a disgrace//
After im done wit him, it'll look like i R.Kelly'd all over his face//
Last edited by Hood Tactics*; December 24th, 2004 at 03:01 PM
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
this ent how i pictured it not what was in my mind//
a totally different picture painted down to a fine line//
like matisse perfect in every god damn aspect//
it neva always seem how its ment to!! simple side track//
see your dazed and confused i neva ment this for you//
i wanted to give you everythin you were intitled to//
but no matter how hard i tried it all back fired on me//
but it always seem to be fucked up n it comes freely//
i ain't the type to get disgraced, and face away
i grab the closet item, and blow this place away
flows so tight, i got heads doin' the roc a way
so lean back, but don't duck my lyrical punch
flip you upside down, and steal ya money for lunch
look kid, tactics.. use your stealth and disappear
raped by this verse, and it wasn't your rear
Posting Rules
