Freestyle Chyper
Anything Goes
6 Line Min.
Get Going!
Freestyle Chyper
Anything Goes
6 Line Min.
Get Going!
Percept Shun
Six lines auto matic like snapping spines
a rush of plush emotional bust
like engines im diminishin till im finishin
dying in this carcass beatin with pulsations
this is my frustration pass me by
like train stations but i still feel lost after droppin,
mirror, within soul ,emotion blue cuz i reflect sky.
Spit six more, I split six doors
and curse up at god till sky is sore
i will soar with my broken wings
Choken on things as an underling
my voice deep how thunder sings
sit here discuss truth with peers
i keep bringing fascination back here
like watching re runs of wonder years
plunder fears with a toilet plunger
Get the fuck off a couch and vouch
to a lifestyle selling raps, notta weed pouch
life and death opposites live like mouth to mouth
without the other life's reason meter would go south.
Don't Post After Yourself.
-Paramik
Last edited by Paramik; August 25th, 2007 at 10:59 PM
we have a six lines minimum
its like.....chillin in a bar wit a six drink minimum
nigga now a days is sweet
that why they get ate like cross buns wit cinnamon
and double cross niggas like cross bones on pirate ships,FUCK
i cant walk my son down street
cuz everything i hold turns gold with the midas touch
and niggas jumpin in to join a gang like its double dutch
and dudes like to play me.......like im that nigga to steal from
e for effort they try to but niggas get beat like like a carnivil steel drum
im gettin kinda restless from these hookers wit hood rhymes
who only seen a hard day when turning good times
rep-yo-set if you claiming you a gang-sta
claim-a-set if you fake and you a prank-sta
if-not like B.G knock out ima bang ya,shank ya wit my f'ing shank if i havta
these emcee get whip over pussy..........like bbmg
while im going straight ot the bank like 50 c-e-n-t
WTF, don't the rules state don't post after yourself!
-Relli
Last edited by Relli_Mak; November 14th, 2007 at 02:30 PM
Her long hair, it's caring, yet barely there.
This dream fair of love that's caused pairs to tear.
It dares me. Yet what lust can turn to trust?
This rushed rush of passion has run it's luck.
This one speedy fuck a now greedy needly.
A "must-feed", a constant. I fiend to seed.
It must be, I'm lost to this love I've fought
It's too late to gain the sum that I've bought
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Who is next to step to get Drew flexin them Techs?
Triggas held till I see that there isn't ne thang LEFT
And if u test me nigga u'll never live to tell the REST
"MOSSBERG-PUMPIN' blowin out motha fuckas CHESTS
Not givin a fuck since day one I put down for my SET
GANGSTA is what I know N Ima hold it down till DEATH
Last edited by BigDrew; August 29th, 2007 at 03:00 PM
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"I got my 9, U ready to ride?
Ya fuck up N ya die, Dats how we livin up in da 209" (YOUNG DROOP)
my lyrical mentality
cause brain cells brutality
doubtly the illest with a phsyco pathic personality
mortal kombat scriptures ending with ure fatality
moralities on point with untouchable punctuality
regradless of ure nationality ill comfront you with formality
bla bla bla... lol
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leave you like the bitch in ya sig....
jaws wide open in awe cus im a-head of my league,
dont believe me then watch,
the creme of the crop,
im a real time leader n you dream to be boss,
hmm
its hot man im cookin on hot pans,
feelin so raged i pop fans with hot hands,
got clans? i got fam who is the top band,
in scot-land with bags-o pipes, sell rock man,
in my walkman listen to bon jovi,
if you wan know me your bitches wan blow me,
if you got cash then better not show me,
if i dont run then maybe i walk slowly,
.......
holy, what is he sayin man hes whak,
like white internet rappers who claimin they strapped,
but nobodies ever packin the heat,
fuck rappin to beats spit it dirty then back to the street,
im grimey....and i deserve to eat,
im sick of all these fruits man im starvin better serve some meat,
and if she way too beautiful, if it never works,
slap the hoe with her leather purse,
jokes man dont take it serious.
this fuckin life is bullshit, bad luck and comotion,
fightin battles for love just to show emotion,
n have the only person you care for fuck wit ya head,
due to some other bull shit ya said,
goddammit my feeling is worse than a fuckin earthquake,
tears drop from my face so strong they make the earthshake,
and why the fuck i opened my mouth in the firstplace,
cus leaving me cus something i said is the worst case,
i told her i wanted to fuck her best friend,
when we first met something ive thought of less than
WTF, don't the rules say don't post after yourself!
-Relli
Last edited by Relli_Mak; November 14th, 2007 at 02:31 PM
she thought i learned my lesson/
but i was blessed with this question/
would i get caught messin?/
i was stressin/
her best friend i was undressin/
whats next? i'm open for suggestions/
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I KEEP THE PARTY MOVIN LIKE AN IMMIGRANT...
Spittin' around with fitness that's bound.
To leave witnessed drowned in sickness compounds.
Witness a sound, diminish the nouns.
Finish you now with finisher rounds.
Replinish the town with pendants I found.
Women in gowns are sinnin' and proud.
i feel tired and weak wanting to give up, wanting to collapse, im havin my alcholic relapse, i even went to AA Rehab, i aint a quitter imma stick wit my weed and liquior, but im changing for a reason, aint for hatred and treason, cuzz i fell in love and im belivin, that shes the one and there aint no more leavin, i think bout it sumtimes and im seein, a child on the way, almost as to say, im gunna be a dad, man kewl shit thats rad, never gunna be a bad dad like my father, haha why bother, but this is what i'd rather, imma be there for her and my son, if not ill be dropped on my ass thats it-done, then there gone, but no more screwin around, my life my inner streangth i found, i found my place, baby this is me and no mistake, ill be there for you supporting, im real no fake, my parents supporting they want this according to all our familys, im happy imma be the big papy, baby im always here, shhh dont cry baby show no fear, ur not alone
Rik-a-Rap
"Penns Grove OG" NEW JERSEY
check it, im come without a messege,
come without a consince,
come without commets, you commet and get messed with
the best shit, off the top contact like a comit
punch ya contacts, ya contacts arent on it
your on it, only to get off and lose it
let off the ozzie, the rest stop is snoozin
you breath stops the movement, the vet pops the led off removent
of ya head pop
set off to cruisin, went off to boozin, strippers hot chick
ripper her off quick,hit her off stick dick in her soft clit
dumper her off in her dumpster coffin, cops pass
cock back, they say you shall not pass
so I turn directtion, fuc getting shot at
sneak around, buc led in there soft hat
Last edited by TheShiftyHobo; September 2nd, 2007 at 08:36 PM
I'm not an old schooler, I'm newer than new
I'm a soul soother with his view to the truth
Renewing a fuse, get your mind in the frame
You knew that I'd choose hugely improved rhyming again
Signing my name time and again with lines that amaze
I'm not showing you quotables but what I find in my brain
I'm ten uppercuts above the impressive, with a wonderful message
Child, let the young get corrective, while I'll hunger progressive
I always thought he was good, yeah sure, you're the judge
I'll come to you for some feedback... with a portion of luck
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