Speak Your Mind

[EgO!Maniac]

I Play It Like A Vato, You Play It Like A Cato
Want Beef? Better Lick It Off The Plato
I'm Colossal, Cracking Bottles At The Neck
Chuck You Up Like Models At Breakfast

I Make A Mess In The Kitchen, Yeah, Bitch, I'ma Sloppy Eater
No Table Manners When I Spoon That Girl Like "I'ma Eat-her"
I Don't Pack A Heater, I Stay Cold Like Blizzards
Make Her Change Colors When I Flick My Tongue Like A Lizard
Part Her Like Scissors When I'm In Her,
Let Her Pour Her Water On Me Like I'm A Sinner
N Like A Winner Every Lick Is A Victory Lap
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ugh fuck it

[espiv]

from a dying breed and a defiant creed
and a spot where you can get jacked just buying weed
you can try n see how my rifle speaks through a skin's tissue, cutting time with speed
the last man standin, delivering sicker then any catscan's findings.
leavin ya fam, trashcan diving for ya body like an afghan fighting.
all this from a black man's writing

blah fuck it.


death dealing blood craving

[FRANCHIZZLE]

BIG MAC

BIG MAC

BIG MAC

i want a double cheese burger and hold the lettuce
doby bun son no seeds on tha bun
we be up this drive tru order for 2 because i crave a number nine just like my shoe
we need some chicken up in here, i this hizzle
forizzle my nizzle like some salt on the pizzle
dr.pepper my brother, another for your mother
double double supa size and don forget the fries........................

[Button Man]

ok random.... clear the mind.....and....go

I dont know what im spitting until it leaves my mouth
i speak before im spoken to, i reign from the dirtiest south
chavs fill the block, hoodies and baseball caps are supreme
i watch and learn which street corners are the most un clean
the most un seen, mostly these are easily the most un teen
police dont got a clue, still dustin their cars, usin up the mr clean
mr sheen needed on pc plods specticles, what we expect is true
the average officer on the beat doesnt own one single testicle
take a rest you fool, take a breath, take it in itll be ya last
fact is nowadays each life can be taken unbelieveably fast
generation after generation the violence remains, its in our blood
even the most peacful of protesters are enraged by the lack of love
but what we lack in love we have increased with drugs
filling that hole in the chest with dilusions sold by rats in the club
rats in the street, pushin pills down our futures throats
what is the future to be when the kindness does eventually croak

blergh, not gonna edit just leave it at that rambling mess lol

[christopher dre]

i see niggas comin in my wake sayin my freestyles just ain't up to date
haitn muh fuckah you know i spit that fire
i ain't gotta prove myself or talk about my wealth
my flow is inspicable is tat a word
hell but well thinkin so slow
can't break the flow cause this ain't a written so no slow mofo
what the hell i should stop
i jibberin like an asian getttin tased by cops
peace out i don't have shit else to say
ahh...today was a good day........

[Ink Poyzin]

Hip-Hop is changin', bullets flying through chests, the media ragin'
Poverty found a way to bring hate in, it's a battle many try escapin'
Who knew you'd get shot, over sayin', playin' your shit on the block
Look at when Pac got dropped, after he damn near reached the top
Big L was the shit, his intelligence was non-stop, bringin' dope spits
Everybody in the projects was feeling his hits, he was so damn sick
Now it led on the wrong track, I admit, too many murders over rap
Nobody wanted to get signed for that, can't believe the level it's at
Why wear Bushs face, put away gats, Hip-Hop wasn't built a disgrace
It was built as an embrace, a way for freedom of speech to take place
Realize we all felt the same, gun on our waist, suffering through pain
Killing those who worked hard for fame, I think Hip-Hop needs a change
It went from writing dope rhymes, to insane, in a short matter of time
Here's a fucking piece of my mind, let's all vote for Hip-Hop to rewind

[..Leximus!]

Calling all cars, come and arrest my scars,
stars falling around my world-
protest against my heart.
Lifting Earth with my eyes, yet walking blind,
the line is drawn; your triangle's blocking life.
Something similiar to nothing, it's the end --
'I love you,' you're bluffing bitch, fuck pretend.

[Ink Poyzin]

My life is a mess, dodging issues, no heart in my chest
Going to church to confess, about the problems I sweat
Trying to escape my pain, a beat dad, it erases my name
These emotions I try to restrain, and I'm the only to blame
For these decisions, in this world, these phony false visions
Was never able to complete missions, stuck in the systems
It gets harder to breathe, in all honesty, can't water my seed
Can't stop smoking weed, or holding in half the words I release
I'm taking another direction, it's not too late, to find my reflection
I'm using this mic as protection, so I won't end up arrested..

[..Leximus!]

There is no church where I come from,
giving faith into curse to pry some fun.
You can die young or give into suicide,
but in the end son- you tend to choose a side.
Whether your a level away from wrong,
or better then the devil and play along.

[Ink Poyzin]

This shit is bizarre, half ya'll really suck, but claim you a star
You know exactly who you are, ya'll streeettching your bars
Ya'll suck at this shit, it's been years, ya'll still can't even spit
I don't need any punches in this, this is just a personal diss
For all ya'll who's a bit slow, a fake, ya'll need to let this go
No matter how this goes..............., I constantly shit flows
I don't claim I'm the best, I don't need to, ya'll need to rest
I'm just here to let shit off my chest, ya'll creating a mess
Take the advice, we're sick of typing it, we're just being nice
Elevation is key when you write, so critism is an equal right
Ya'll want to be fresh, quit the shit, dig deeper in your flesh
Ya'll no gangster at your desk, who gives a fuck about techs?
Livin' alienated, talentless fucks, livin' in grandma's basement
Gettin' real mad off my statements, ya'll just need to face it
This shit is a catastrophe, I dare one of ya'll
............................................, try and make an ass of me!

[christopher dre]

i'm too young to die but a bullet don't care
it'll just hit anything that's standin in its air
it don't know know names and what the hell is trust
the only thing a bullet trust is the trigger ridin its nuts
to many bullets stikin down my peers folk
i hear another death on the news and my voice just start to choke
a mother, sister, father, brother, i'll miss you
so many thangs a bullet take away, why can't just deal with you

[Ink Poyzin]

sorry, was the wrong thread for this, my bad..

[Self: The "B" Side Prince]

Its the rebel, hit the bass high wit the treble,
this is how we fell in love in the ghetto,
watch the children fly by on the schwinn bike,
in dim light, catch the insight with my friends like,
the skin type, clearly match the rainbow,
nearly rap the same bro, no fear to claim yo,
rock a kangol, shorts its the summertime,
another time, wed be quick to see our brother shine,
what a crime, its the pain felt globally,
you hopefully, can adapt to what I hold close to me,
coast to coast an be, pose for the ocean see,
got me openly, with the cologne flowin potently,
so it be known, flow with this poetry,
so it be shown, slow with the motion b,

[AMILLE]

amille amille,

Ayo, been a second but im back so "b warned"//
back on the "Rb boards".. bout to claim the belt like nas-ir jones//...
seemz like these dudez gettin too complicated with there rhymes//
keep it simple, dont get to Tech(nical) like Nines//
i rep my city the same is i count my stackz//
all day every day..blood money, f*** it ill count like drac//

[Self: The "B" Side Prince]

Ayo, im back on the scene with automatics to you spleen,
my habits reach for cream, while you faggots speak a dream,
my team is unbreakable, the skill unparallel,
a pair a shells, dart for lungs, an have you scared to yell,
dare to bail, on your clique, have you frosted in the myst,
flossin with your kits, gets you tossed off the bridge,
an I gots to get the shit, when Im armed off with kids,
your style full of salt, ayo but you aint got the rits,
I work for noodles, an cheeze, but still aint kraft a dinner,
graff with thinner, always ready, carry bats for winners,
I aint scared of cats with inners, connects be garbage,
collect the bombs an, go strapped an inspect the homige,
respect the honest, those who know life is a joke,
death is the truest beauty for one can even hope,