SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
(fuck u twista45)
First off, fuck this crap and the shit you say, you claim to fuck bitches but i swear your gay//
you wanna suck my dick, but i keep you at bay//
you try to rhyme good, but its the same shit everyday//
another nigga will leave your body left slain//
you feel the pain nigga, you aint got no game//
news coverage on your death, your only fame//
aw man u a fuckin garbage man all u do is recycle
nigga yo rhymes so fucked up they wont be touched by micheal
whats practise 2 you son callin other people gay?
shit nigga im not a homo and i dont fuckin stray
but yo ass git filled wit lil tadpoles
thats the reason ya yo in tha navy so quick 2 enroll
man yo say i cant shoot but yo gunz fuckin icy
nigga yo so fuckin poor 2 u bullets r pricey
but it aint yo day to dis others
nigga yo crack addict mom fucked all of yo brothers.... damn
you 14 dogg u should of stayed in da Pee-Wee leagues,
strapped fo war huh nigga think he gangsta in his Baby Gap fatigues,
but please believe u aint too yung to get served,
i gotta Michael Jackson vocab. dat'll leave dis yung'n raped wit verbs,
now face it herb ur sexual preferrence is like drunk drivers known to swerve,
gatz called Marshall Mathers leave ya neighborhood disturbed
diablo, how she fuck my brothers when i'm i only child, fuck you up so bad you'd be spewin bile//
and dont talk shit till your voice has broke//
then you can say shit, but it still wont float//
lil bitch get back in the saddle, 2 young and up the creek without a paddle//
and he said 6 lines maximum!!!//
lil shit, go back playin with yo action men//
aw fuck dat shit 6 lines ill reck ya wit half
nigga maybe fo teen but i so hard i aint got no time 2 laff
yo words dont mean nuttin yo just a bitch wit a keyboard
this hater think he invincable wit a '66 ford
bitch i aint got time 2 waste battlin wit hacks
cuz yo gunna b fo'eva gittin off tha ground wit those tracks....
Diablo spittin fire but his words as cold as ice/
I'm record breakin your label, man your shit just don't suffice/
to pence to a penny and u think you got the deal/
but the only thing you bitin is the meal you had ta steal/
so this punk bitch thinks he's got what it takes/
play the game bro, you choke like you huffin back mace/
so quit actin up, thinkin you can split the track/
cuz your the only one with your ass down on the mat/
fuck it.... been off the ball for to long.
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>
<center>Corrupted Visions</center>
<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>
Act One:
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Polished and refined to bring a new groove to crews/
gestures meaning lesser to negotiations between me and you/
so what’s this heartache all of a sudden edge’in to your seat/
fuck it, cement shoes and 200 feet oughta be pretty sweet/</table>
Words of Wisdom:
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color="blue"><table style=filter:GLOW(color=white)>it's perplexity set in a realism of our world/
it's textual content, stepping stones on broken pearls/
if wisdom is a need be vent for visualizing truth/
then let be proof, demise the break between adults and youth/</table>
nigga aint got shit on me
yo just a penny theif
nigga i got food to eat
and got bullets to meet
yo gunna grow wings and fly away
cuz tha day yo forget to strap is tha day u die that day
haters i aint even tryin
Dude look..
I'm throwin' shells from the clip cause I'm down with heat..
You throwin' sugar out ya mouth cause what you spit is straight sweat..
AJ will get ran on in straight cleets..How the fuck he gone eat if he ain't got no teeth?..
Beef?..It's nothin' he bluffin'...
Can't run with Nise I'm too fast have this hoe huffin'..
And why you think he duckin'?...Cause that steel thing is raised high in the air..
Aimed at diablo's hair..thinkin' you hot when you make it cold in here!
I'm Nise
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Spit flames on you bitches!
nise i got guns that will leave u bitter son
u got a small one time for u to get a bigger gun
cuz the the guns i tote got more shells than a crab leg
so thats 9 for your left and 10 for ur other leg
OMG!..
It's mothergooses son...know they stories when pushac speakin' bout him havin' guns..
With herbs like him I'm only goin' to have some fun..
He got no metaphors let alone any puns..
No type of man in his system cause he's appreciated by all nuns..
He likes butter on buns, father on sons, gay guys who weigh tons..
Everytime I look at him I'm reachin' for Tums...
Comin' at me with 4 lines..I know this ma'fuckers young!
I'm Nise
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Spit flames on you bitches!
yo word 2 tha nise rhyming heat wit sweat
nigga yo words so soft now gotta take yo ass at tha vet
punk git yo ass down yo a waste of words
still got yo b.b gun aimin at birds
even when then ill pull a drive by and lock tha shit down
yo got no where 2 run now giv up yo crown
dont know where to start cuz ya all stink like farts
swearin ya top of da charts but get pushed like carts
am a newbie in site and am still rippin the mic
on each others dicks like the opposite of dikes
stay in ya lanes as my flow takes flight
cuz ya'll bite like mike and get kicked like pedals on a bike
my lyrics is outrangous i dont think u harein me/
the voilence im a bout to show u couldnt b cured wit THERAPY/
the 1st hot rythms i see i catch it/
ur lik a cop wit no legs u wont catch sht/
2 therapy
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This cat sucks he cant follow tha fuckin rules/
Tha 100 clips and 100 guns make u look like ja rule/
What tha fuck man u aint no fuckin star/
Twinkle twinkle im so high and so far/
So motha fucka i aint even bringin it hard on yo faggot ass/
Leave u beat up in da hospital u gon need a fuckin body cast/
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