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3 songs, 2 written 1 keystyle
« on: July 03, 2001, 07:17:51 PM »
I going to post three different songs on this topic. The first is an actual song I’ve written. It was written in early ‘99, and it would be my first single if I ever became a rapper. Some shit is outdated already though. The second is a rewrite of Kurupt Callin’ Out Names, and the third is a pure keystlye though it is prewritten so that I could post all three at once. Without any further ado, here’s Down.

The most dangerous, That’s what I be
Never loved, that’s what life has told me, Now look at me
Hated and all that, live with no friends, believe that
I don’t care ‘cause I was raised no good
God wasted a life with my no good birth
No I’m alone confused and angry
Shit, I’m more dangerous than Ken Shamrock in Ultimate Fighting
So never try to be like me, or you’ll end up just like me
My only love is my mom, and I ain’t even seen her in so long
So I’m something kinda crazy
Nobody loves me so why they try to fake it
Were where they when I was down
What makes the people come around
Only my true friends can hang, and leave if you wannabe in a gang
And unless you’re with me when shit was bad, NEVER RETURN!!!
‘Cause I’m tired of people telling me what right and wrong
Maybe I like what wrong brings me
‘Cause I’m dark and dreary!
I’m finally in it to win it, so white people fear me
Raised never to, but that wouldn’t make me fail
‘CAUSE NOBODY CAN KEEP ME IN THIS HELL!!!

Why can’t life be fair
Why is it me that has to fear
Why are the spoiled rich and the hard workers poor
For all you rich kids, just thank the Lord
For you never saw what I’ve seen
Like my momma high off PCP
And my dad working for money never to be seen
And  the lights cut off at home
‘Cause the electric bill can’t be paid no more
So cooling down is a thing of the past
Water shut down when the heat wave blast
And ain’t non of this fake, not a word made up
‘Cause in the I.E, we all try to get up
But how when all you do is fall down
And the closes thing to fun is laying on the ground
Trying to picture a way out of this living hell
I was told to forget about my life now
And my dad told my to watch over my sister and any living child
The rage inside is ready to explode now
And non of you can fell this
Time to point the finger on this
I’m tired of this shit
My family is the loonist group, my goodness
Please God take me from this
I ready to leave now so sing this shit

Walk in school, acting a fool
Had teachers saying “Martin calm down today”
But I wouldn’t ‘cause I can’t
Please see that I do try to be good for my dad
Still punks like to mess with me
I ain’t one to fuck with, even if your a G
I’d always fight them off to get though the day
Bloody noses and broken hands are the way we play
Why don’t you sin right after you pray
Say, “I’m sorry God, just wait for you to take me away”
Now I’m just glad to say
Ain’t nobody’s shit made me quit
Stick by my shit and show them bitches
I don’t care if you think this song’s the shit or not
‘Cause I‘ll hit everything you live for
Be the one who hurts you the most
I live to dish out pain
Fucking with me is like making it rain
‘Cause I hit you with the lighting quick fist
To me you ain’t shit but I bitch
So sit down trick before I hit you with some dope shit
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Re: 3 songs, 2 written 1 keystyle
« Reply #1 on: July 03, 2001, 07:19:22 PM »
What’s Up Tyree

Bitches with hepatitis
Unauthorized, hard to move
Arthritis
Inflected, selected, neglected, injected
And next time you hit the west
You can best believe, believe the best, Muthaphukka the rest
What are you suppose to be snatching
You coming into a world of punchier hearts and jackings
Lethal will leave you overseen
Overview like seagulls, Balls to you jaws
On the hunt like bald eagles
The end of he sequel
I’m the real don, and that esse to blame
And I gonna start callin ya’all bitches by name
Muthaphukk Now
Muthaphukk I
The only name I know is I_D_K
Xtraordinary
Youz a little bitch, be a bitch
A little bitch trying to be rich
Just to come to the I.E. and get beat down
Stomped to death, stripped ‘cause youz a bitch
Now there’s 50 M.C.s that ain’t worth shit
Get your ass kick, 50 beat to 10 cents
I love this board, but some that represent this board ain’t shit in this board
They acting like a bitch on this board
Rapquake, B Dogg, Rhyme Droppa... Cool
R-Cee, Criminal, my homies... Cool
I’m cool with Irish_Thug but fuck Dogbone52
Narrator I can’t wait ‘till Maxi breaks you
I_Don’t_Know disses me, now I’ll diss you
And when you hit the 909 this is what I’m I’m going to do
Get ya’all kids
Slap ya’all kids like bitches
Rolling in Rialto on switched
I just though of a new rhyme in my sleep
Dedictated to the young bitch since me and the Rhyme Droppa made peace
Naw homeboy the game just ain’t the same
If you want to know, Scrappy said it, and I’m calling out names

I don’t give a fuck
Catch me in Rialto with my white Nikes Thug the fuck out dogg
Only one I like that rhymes against me is AlerG
All the rest of you kids can get these
I’ma tell you one more time and I wouldn’t say it again
Scrappy said it muthaphukka from beginning to end
Salamander, Caterpillar ass muthaphukka
Fake ass, fake rhyming muthaphukka
If it wasn’t for the west, gangsta rap wouldn’t have been the best
Check out my rhyme text
I-Bo’s a bitch, I can’t forget you dogg
A that’s spokw from the muthaphukka M Dogg
So to all ya’all I’ll tell you like this
Eat a fat dick bitch, I’m calling out names

If I didn’t say your name then this ain’t for you
But if you gonna speak, I’ma peal the paint for you
I cause brain tumors thinking of a thought to think
Letting off calibers ‘till the chamber needs to change
Empty Out, simply don’t temped me, I empty out
Until everything in this muthaphukka gone
An empty house off an empty round
Now what the fuck you gotta say
What the fuck you want to see, my homies or my K
I never worry about non of ya’all so why now
I’m running though and this is how you do it in my town
With gangs, we first to blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Bitch bustaz remember even though the time may change
I wouldn’t, Scrappy said it buster, I’m calling out names

Fuck Narrator
Fuck I_Don’t_Know
Fuck I-Bo
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Re: 3 songs, 2 written 1 keystyle
« Reply #2 on: July 03, 2001, 07:20:16 PM »


So Much Style, how orig-inal
Got the rhythm of a juvenile
I got shit that comes corect
Well your still claimed as a depended
Don’t you see I’m inner city
And I don’t us big words, really
‘Cause how is that being real
I keep it gangsta for those that kill
And my rhymes are still on another level
I drop shit that is to be heard in the ghetto
If you want to talk, where's your beats
You too busy rhyming, you rhythm lost heat
I have Tyree D to keep the crowd on their feet
Well out loud, you shit sounds weak
And as for as the Narrator
Until you us a beat, I’ll address you later
Is it the beat’s too soft
Or your words are so big they can’t come across
I’m looking for your beat, I can’t find it
A hit was made today, guess who was behind it
It’s 909 were the gangstaz grow
I have no time for 14 year old hoez
Don’t believe, come to Rialto and write what you saw
And the the homies from S.B.C., give me a call
‘Cause I drop shit for ya’all
And to get into girls panty draws
And stick ‘till my dick falls off
In a battle I wouldn’t take a lose
This ain’t ABC and it got soul
Without it, then I’m like I_Don’t_Know
Oh, and Dogbone52
That’s the 14 year rule
So stop with shit you have to say
Come back with rhythm at least for one day

It ain’t great, or jaw dropping, but I just saying, rap has a beat, rhythm, and you guys have non. All the big words in the world, and the simple fact is, out loud they sound clumsy. Keep that in mind when you type. Not really a diss as much a way to improve.
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