These emotions I lack, oceans turn black
Commotions leading attacks, explodin' these raps
Exposin' the facts, keeps you frozen to that
So open a path, for the generation of hatred
Hesitation is faded, discrimation is placed in
A relation to paintings, the violations are tainting
Mason of satan, who devours the flesh
The power is let, causin' hours of death...
Your power is less, baptizin' your scripts
Analyizin' is just, endless Islands of pits
Piled in shit....
fallin in the miles-that-dip/
just wait a while-for-it/
so God can turn-his-back/
not knowing if is Earth-is-flat/
to cover up, he blured-the-trap/
wondering what are we here-for??/
the ocean is makin my ear-soar/
falling into space;what can we fear-more?/
God??!! He's fake-as-dead/
take-whats-said/
look far; i can see straight-ahead/
to bad we never knew our prophecy/
trimming shortcuts for economies/
no matter wut;we're in astronomy/
space & nature covered our philosophy/
the spiritual blood flow is streaming/
with new babies screaming/
killing humans for sacrificial meaning/
now we're stuck wit fatness & pheening/
Gangs of imperialism, making home for the brave/
dont listen to humans intuition;no wisdom on how to behave/
as crimes waved;our lives saved/
the trail of tears was selifishly paved/
you got this land first, now its ours to own/
many ethnicities have mixed;look at how they grown/
they kill us now the want us to call this our home/
Last edited by fuck cops; January 3rd, 2008 at 11:43 PM
life is but a dream to me, sometimes but a nightmare,
Trying to trust people is hard, you know they might care,
but trust is a bust in this crazy game that we play,
Failures at marriage buy foreigners like ebay,
The kids just act like nothing happened,
But inside their hurtin', thats why I'm rappin',
I should be slappin, the father doin' this to his kids,
I thought I'd never start to grow, but I did,
I never chose to flow, but I used to force it,
Blazin' and gazin' made me realize time to morph it,
Lyrics are art, some paint portraits,
But they all got feeling if you torch it.
"All that I could say, is pray and let it be.
Live right and try your best not to end up like me.
See, I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars.
Glad I stopped before it led behind bars" -Lil Ron of Sucka Free
I was born crazy with a chip on my shoulder
Born on military base so that makes me a soldier
Im that nigga who treats you like futons I fold ya
And I knew I was the man when I woke up folgers
Im done selling crack and just got rid of the pain
So now Im throwing little kids out of flying planes
You just some egghead mc's and i'ma fry your brains
Nigga Im dope as fuck like cocaine in your veins
And you could walk a line but can't walk it straight
every since 89 i had a attitude like fuck it
daddy sold drugs since i was 3 that was da 1st time i touched it
daddy had guns when i was 8 he let me buss it
mama figured out didnt like it so started fussin
daddy left i felt like my life was suckin
gettin money is legal right? well my daddy went to jail fa nothin
had to add this was actually a keystyle
Last edited by $MONEYMAN$; January 7th, 2008 at 10:37 PM
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just a keystyle about my life...
probably just use these views to capture monopoly
...my own perspective just mixed with philosophies
and to procure where i'm at.. you need generosity
to lacking decency and speaking improperly
after many lies and phobia.. I grew to a prodigy
but the aftermath was alot dealin' with these catastrophies
all I needed was just somebody to help me live happily
just after my cousin died my life became tragidy
now and then I had demons squirmin' attacking me
...sad to say but my own daughter was mad at me
after so long of pressure diggin' deep in my cavity
...an compulsion happened so rapidly... magically
...in sovereignty and hip-hop took a grab of me
Last edited by Shotty Fullclip; January 8th, 2008 at 10:00 AM
Yall niggas garbage and I meant that shit when I spit you pricks lose your grip on the mike...my shit hot like grandmas hot porridge...kill you with new shit and whatever I got in storage... you aint got nothing for it, loud you can't ignore it..cuz when I post it sound like a nuclear bomb..fallin on your head you dead its clear I'm..the best at this I'll make you niggas undress..show off your panty hose you niggas hoes so confess...Deep is a beast I keep yall in my teeth...I dont need a beat to make an MC deceased...just read every line I'm on fire every time..someone retire with every rhyme I'm off the meter with mine!
They call me the Behemoth because I am a beasty thing
Niggas hate on me because I eat they dreams
But me? You know I stay fly because I float like steam
I'm so fresh my piss smells likes new Nike's
Nigga please... I devour cats with ease
i'll grapple the competitors that got a misconception
captive you pricks in seconds that diss my profession
the monarch in rap who never misses direction
disobedient to rappers that try to pull this progression
my appetite is to chew every section of opposition
appease the ones that agree and choose to listen
my antagonist is this mic thats my only competition
I'll toxin your phony position you try to leave impacts
sagacity is all I spit that'll have your expertise at wack
a vertuoso that will forever bless these that rap
nauseate the ones that breeze back in anticipate
execrate that leads to craniums and amputates
the illusionist that agitates causin' your glands to ache
your weariness is the reason why your plans abate...
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yeah hes doin his thing I just got up on the forums for rap battles
when i pop off my claps rattle like judges with fat gavels
half shadow, half man with a mic
get stabbed with a knife, use ur blood leakin as a trackin device
just follow the red trail, yeah and thats how i find you
what you tryin do? if i shine thru i'd undoubtably blind you
so yeah im finished now and passin the mic
and dont forget to wear ur sunglasses at night
Ok dripnotic passes the mic to me
I'm shining so bright is kinda hard not to see
My rhymes are so tight its kinda hard not to see
Oh Yes I'm the best its kinda hard not to be
There is no competition they get left behind like special ed
I got the cypher on locks like I got metal dreads
I got the cypher on lock just like Rikers!
I roll over sucker MCs just like bikers!
like bikers, i fight hyper
like power rangers with white tigers
or striped vipers, who use venom to strike hikers
and thats a poisonous attack, so keep avoidin me on tracks
or catch an appointment with some cats
who hook you to an IV and pump endorphines in ur back
im colder than winter solstice, and youre a homeless orphan with a match
im snortin cocaine,
support abortions that kill babies with no brain,
no PAIN? no GAIN..............................
Beat Hits.......
AK-47:
im out in the cold, you poutin from old beef,
im waiving a sign screaming "Fuck The PO-LICE"
you know me? well im not your ho-mie,
im an average rappin brown boi....so blow-me....
....................i cook it up like im chef boy-R-dee,
serve rocks to fiends swirvin cops on dark streets,
yah got the flows desert storm wont sign me,
hookin up junk for the hop-head IV's,
IVY LEAGUE rappers wont quit,
you can suck my dick,
i fucked youre sister plus your bitch,
Pro:
pro-found im strappin this hoe-down,
trapped in a ghost town,
hearing all the snappin of bone sounds,
its on....this shit gonna go down,
makin a move on coke cartels bringin the blow down,
AK47: its on this shit gonna go down
makin a move on coke cartels bringin the blow down,
PRO:
DOMINANT but the problems deeper than fact,
i got oil investments with the beef in Iraq,
my teeth in a chat- Oil been leakin from raps,
Al Qaeda you can sleep in the back of my half-track,
militant tycoons, civilians strike back,
and hang bodies off of ....standing up bike racks,
give standing ovations, demanding an encore,
i can fight wars too commanding an armed force,
Clay-more:
mines blowin off hind toes,
spit to re-mind foes,
history bout to re-wind forth,
this team is a G LINE for-
what you keep-'hind-doors,
sent you runnin in ya fe-line-drawers,
cus you pussy if you seen-on-fours,
like a three-time-whore,
you all out when you seen-my-force
im grantin to stand grown, demand to expand homes..
wantin your mens cologne, to gold when you handing on..
life is a bizitch, you wifed with the lizard..
sum ya throat up, then hand it off as gizzards..
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motha fucka i'm the super man fuck the souljah boy robo cop shit/
cause when i come thru for that bitch's head, i stop shit/
i'm runnin the game wit my lyrics and spittin i got this.
mockery up in the game cause chingy ja rule and souljah boy all the same/
bitch ass motha fuckaz tryin to play in a game/
fuck wit me and i erase ya name/
put you in shame take away your fame.
i'm shameless and still not givin a fuck/
fuck murder inc and souljah boy tell em/
they all poppin fake shit so the record company will sell em.
but it's my survivalistic that keeps my head above the water/
and best beleive when i see em they both gettin slaughtered
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