6 Lines Minimum!
Let loose, spit whatever...
It's anything you want, as long as it ain't racist!
Peace
6 Lines Minimum!
Let loose, spit whatever...
It's anything you want, as long as it ain't racist!
Peace
people piss me off steadily,fuck'em theay all dead to me,,
cematery's is packed wit'um,soon as fact's hit'um,,........
people tell me relax,quit it,i say fuck you,mind your buisness,,
yeah ay yo i got some shit on my chest so im a let loose
i hate a nigga that swear i cant take his soul like sneakers
i got a bag full of spirits son enough to put you in shock
let me see i think some where in there i got TUPAC
from time to time i grab it and hold it and it gives me inspiration
thats why i constantly drop these lines without preporation
staright from the heart and let them combine to make punches and bars
niggas dont know shit bout the hood but i done made crunches wit scars
pillowing catz in the sleep..put the silencer on the mack so u wont hear a peep
cause when i catch of my mood swings i'll leave a nigga INFAMOUS like mobb deep
That last rap was just fo show
It's gon be different this time thoug
Cus' you know you'll never top my flow
I be wit Camikazy for life
Its like I brought a gun and you a knife
Warning: Don't mess wit a tru gangsta
Cus i dont wanta show ya whos the tru wanksta
Nobody can mess wit muthafuckin Camikazy
I fucked your girl and she told me "sorry"
this aint a board game its my story
great in the clutch like Robert Horry
ayt ayt look im go loose got shit on my head lets bust this
yo my teacher ms jigamian
aint likin like no fucken homosapien
yo that fucken teacher fucken slut
yo cmonn she teaches history?
shes the fucken one wit period in her hair cut
fucken school is pissn me off
im bout to get ticked off
and go off like a bomb
explode and let everyone now im american lik uncle tom
yo one day ima make it to the toP
ima spit rhymes nonstop
no one will have a fucken choice
this whole world will hear this 14 year old's voice
every station every radio will hear
the fucken kid whos raps were tougher than beards
the kid who rapped about real shit not just ass
the kid who wrote raps instead of doin work in class
who outlasted any battler and conquered his goals
who rapped about anything especially stuff foul
who stayed up at night writin raps feelin like an owl
gettin sleepy in the day still freestyle all day
i jus wna become the best battle ppl till my soul rests
till my chest gets shot and goes through my bullet proof vest
i cant stop spillin these flows
its like the words in my head
got no where to go
but outta my mouth or onto paper
even writin on my palm cuz i wudnt remember it later
fuck all who doubt me fuck all da haters
ima make it on top of this earth
and show how this kid was ill from birth
always gettin searched for no fucken reason
its like these cops are given a license of treason
but theres no point for me pleasin ima stick to rap
and make a gap between the real ones and fakes
and have my name next to tupac and dem greats
yeay ay yo i stay doubling that guap like no other
always want more im still hungry than motherfucker
give a cat a yo-yo and see if he bounce back
if he doesent that means wieight is what he lacks
on the block playing craps....writtin ryhmes in chicken scratch
truest in this rap shit...so i act quick..and smack a bitch
take a pick...and listen to this..i make that one whit boil his fist
yo man how you gon act like you roll like a pimp
when the speakers in my trunk bigger than yo rims
im spend my spare time chillin with hoes on the beach
you spend ya time destroyed by weak emcees
i shoot like boykins and hit the lane like kobe
if a nigga say i cant ball a nigga dont know me
crush mc's with my left hand cus it aint right
when im done spittin i leave dents in the mic
be on you faster than an asian on rice
yall niggas spit loose i keep my shit tight
Ok, im feelin angry at the way a few cats be spittin
but it aint fair 2 take it out on a noob so slinga better listen
go back to the block n keep playin craps
coz ur rhyme flow n verse construction is.......crap
ur rhyme is ill tho, with bird flu coz u wrote it with chicken
that means ur poor, dont say no more 751 posts r u kiddin
stop "flappin" n sayin the first thing 2 enter ur head
stop cluckin n stutterin, oops, HN51 strain, ur dead.
huh. this guys weak. he hasnt evenn got a properly constructed verse. theres a half bar just sittin on its own.
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"WELCOME TO THE CITY MANCHESTER, GUNCHESTER
WHERE MAN BE YAMMIN EACHOTER UP LIKE HANNIBAL LECTURE"
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im cruisin through cyper and what the fuck i see
goofy little bitches who spin crap named v.i.p
you must be educated cause you read the papers
front like that with real mcees prepare to meet ya maker
im a white boy not lyrically inclined
compared to my shit though yours aint worth a dime
im from canada up here we say eh
fuckin blonde bitches makem cum in the hay
ya thats right we mostly farmers and it shows
cause the bombest weed we will only grow
no coke that shit just ruins lives
make people stupid and abusive to there wives
we have lives other than what you see on here
when u say this is all u got man it makes me shed a tear
ya im off topic started with v.i.p
this is freestyle baby so this is me
dont like what ya hear tough that the miracle of speech
its free for me its free for you so wee use it to teach
stuck up bitches to get back down on there knees
kissin our dicks like they came from hershey
my freestyle is done come on say some shit
ill be back with some real bad shit
its freestyle so im gon free for a while
i lay ma verse down like it was kitchen tile
im better than game and i dont need 300 bars
dont got any fame leave you wonderin how you got those scars
its not structure when it comes to freestyle
cause as long as it flows like that kid off 8 mile
im dyin so ima need a puff of ma ciggarette
it lets me breathe im fabulous in a new set
its NRS really its niggas runnin shit
color light gray we aint nothin to fuks wit
Im fresh out the box like a pair of jordans
most ppl fresh on them cocks like they was important
ima end dont want to much of ma concepts leaked
cause really your probably the dog that bites the hand that feeds
What to rap about,Yo i dont know.
Tryin get my post up,Thats 4 sho.
Tho ya know im mad ill so no hate.
I stick to nite,But aint hold up by jakes.(nightsticks.
I contemplate,knowing im ill as hell.
For beef i got shells,somethin like taco bell.
Well bout to end my shit,Never played.
Just waitin to bust,Like i never got layed.
2 minutes man i is ill
I got cruel intensions and I'm intolerant...
Get mad if I misuse a dollar spent...
Cause time is money and my time isn't worth losing money...
I got bitches right now, that belong wit them playboy bunnys...
I don't got time to play or any jokes, so listen dumbys...
I'll leave it to ya'll to crack lines and be funny...
I've been snatchin plates since I was young not forgettin tha crumbs...
Driving in whips through tha slumbs watchin others hitch wit their thumbs...
I got beats like drums, I'm hot like tha sun...
I got grips that you call guns and beef that you call problems...
Everything else you think you got I've got em'//
yeah ay yo freestylin is what i do..influenced but B.I.G
but i get upset when a nigga talk shit on me..especialy VIP
listen homie you still on a kid level with your corney as raps
i'll shoot out your wings so if u try to fly your shits wont flap
so stop your shit talking cause it aint working iight G?
u probably get respect from other but not ME...you see
im something like a vet but your style is DEAD.....
like the mood where all them corpses BE
and thats excatly where i'll leave you homie where the rest of 'em lay
iight you could get that off cause you from manchester but in the UK?
just looking at you dog i bust out in laughfter..dont even take u serious
you dont make no kind of noise in here so to me u aint shit but a penis
i got that familair flow of me murking VIP he must be like damn i already seen this
word slinga got you scared wishing you wasnt the same species
i got the mentality of a prison warden..i'll make u eat your own fesis
your weak line wont cut..so shut it and go get your weight up
this aint even a battle and VIP already got ate up..you fake fuck
nicest rapper VIP is NOT...those soft ryhmes would get you shot
dont act tough homeboy cause u be left on the street like a car in a PARKIN LOT
yo u fuckin wit my boy sling yo bound to get smacked
talkin all this shit when you cant even rap
get off the computer it aint a toy
i bet in UK they call you batty boy
cus youse nothin but a teabaggin faggit
fuckin wit my boy sling yo i cant have it
thought you could knock on him for doin 700 plus posts
i put 50 bux sayin u battle him u get smoked
dog why you callin out niggas outta youre league
faggit ass bitch go drink some more tea
look this goes out to you clowns who yous the same old punchline
takin the in out my name replacin it with a de to make decline
i eat ya pussy punches for breakfast lunch and even dinner time
i dare you to try and take whats mine your flows fucked crooked w/ no rhymes
if you we're a signed artist you wouldnt sell not one copy of ya album
i'm lyricalyinclined im blest and the other people say "don't doubt um"
AUDIO
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