Author Topic: Newest Lines (Read 207 times)

Dynamic · « **on:** February 05, 2007, 11:25:20 AM »

i put so many "shells" in a nigga, you'd think he's having a "turtle orgy"

i'm like a fat bitch, no one wants to "fuck with me"

you are the greatest what? you are mistaken slut
cause i'll leave you shaken up with just papercuts

your mic show is micro to the maestro of nice flow
infest your head like where lice grows, you gambling with your life and i choose where the dice go
i keep bitches out like a dike moat, if you shy, you choke
you ain't even slightly dope, my minds above the rest like i'm tied to a tightrope

my testosterone hormones overload when i'm in the zone
i speak with a gangsta tone like al capone with a megaphone

i'm stuck in this world, i would never want to repeat this life
am i honestly the only person who can read and write?
niggas hear my shit and can't help but feed the hype
maybe that's the reason i seem like the conceited type
i'm a goodfella, Joe Pesci, don't test me dude
I'll leave all of your exit holes new entry wounds
making major moves, shit i've paid my dues
get your chick, we whip our dicks out and make her choose
you wanna battle? meet me on the bridge and come alone
bring your microphone, the prize money's a zone
I'll grab your crown and thrown, snatched out of your home
pass the patron, i feel some rhymes coming on
i run things, guns sling, bitch you stunt? please!
i floss so hard you can see my gums bleed
caught a case of writers block, but luckilly i busted free
my first flow back, so forgive me if i'm rusty
head to the spot where the stash is placed at
crusing bumping nas in the tape deck
spank breasts, fuck money i write strippers blank checks
stroll through hollywood where all the movies are taped at

DYNAMIC

QuietTruth · « **Reply #1 on:** February 05, 2007, 11:51:16 AM »

Quote from: Dynamic on February 05, 2007, 11:25:20 AM

i'm stuck in this world, i would never want to repeat this life
am i honestly the only person who can read and write?
niggas hear my shit and can't help but feed the hype
maybe that's the reason i seem like the conceited type
i'm a goodfella, Joe Pesci, don't test me dude
I'll leave all of your exit holes new entry wounds
making major moves, shit i've paid my dues
get your chick, we whip our dicks out and make her choose
you wanna battle? meet me on the bridge and come alone
bring your microphone, the prize money's a zone
I'll grab your crown and thrown, snatched out of your home
pass the patron, i feel some rhymes coming on
i run things, guns sling, bitch you stunt? please!
i floss so hard you can see my gums bleed
caught a case of writers block, but luckilly i busted free
my first flow back, so forgive me if i'm rusty
head to the spot where the stash is placed at
crusing bumping nas in the tape deck
spank breasts, fuck money i write strippers blank checks
stroll through hollywood where all the movies are taped at