Sixteen Bars

[The Hired Gun]

Some shit I wrote to one of DJ Sparrow's beats. One of the hottest instrumentals I've ever heard. Easy.

I'm tired of y'all dissin'~the~left, I'm fit to rip~in~ya~chest //
It's Rob Keys, yeah...the Prince~of~the~West //
You might say I'm kinda sick~in~the~head... //
I stick the clip~in~the~tech, *BLAT! BLAT!*, put you children~to~bed //
I got game like Jordan~N~Bryant... //
Pullin' hos all day, tell ya chic stop blowin'~my~Sidekick //
Fuck spittin' gold...my vocals~is~priceless //
Punchlines causin' moments~of~silence...[silent pause] //
I've already~been~locked~up... //
Stressed~with~a~glock~tucked, Feds find you dead~in~a~popped~trunk //
So keep poppin'~ya~tongue... //
You don't need to have a cavity to catch a damn shot~to~ya~gum //
I know y'all wanna see me locked~in~a~cell... //
No fam, no friends, no girl just rottin'~in~jail //
And what's worse? Y'all wanna put a stop~to~my~wealth //
So I'ma scream "fuck the world!" and put a shot~in~my~self [BOOM!] //

~1~

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

welcome to the boards, that wasnt bad

['Illicit']

yeh, that was tight.

[AlerG]

I ain't trying to see you rot-in-a-cell/
I'm trying to see you at taco bell, puttin extra sauce-in-my-shells/
You sound a little like 2Pac-in-your-tales/
But when the cop-com-you-bail, hand grazing against the top-of-your-tail/
So people don't confuse dogs-with-rats/
Rats only need a little cheese for you to have to body-that/
Plus a dog ain't wrting sloppy-raps/
This kids like putting pussy on a photo machine, staright up copy-cat/
So there ain't no sense you tryin-to-handle-me/
I'll "smack keys" harder than Elton John live-at-the-grammys/
You say you can't put a price-on-your-vocals/
Put a pipe-to-your-cocoa nut and put your life-in-a-chokehold/
Fuck an explanation, just take the beatin-and-learn/
Anybody attempting to sit in my seat'll-get-burned/
This gully shit you say might convince enough to drop Dj Sparrow's guard/
But this 1,2'll have you leaning back like fat joe and Terror Squad/

felt like rippin some shit, and this thread was the first i opened, peace.

[Legacy]

wow nice lil battle rap from AlerG

[The Hired Gun]

I ain't trying to see you rot-in-a-cell/
I'm trying to see you at taco bell, puttin extra sauce-in-my-shells/

Bwahahahahahahaha!

Good shit, homie.

[AlerG]

I ain't trying to see you rot-in-a-cell/
I'm trying to see you at taco bell, puttin extra sauce-in-my-shells/

Bwahahahahahahaha!

Good shit, homie.

thanks, glad you have a sense of humor, peace.

[Compton Casanova]

Some shit I wrote to one of DJ Sparrow's beats. One of the hottest instrumentals I've ever heard. Easy.

I'm tired of y'all dissin'~the~left, I'm fit to rip~in~ya~chest //
It's Rob Keys, yeah...the Prince~of~the~West //
You might say I'm kinda sick~in~the~head... //
I stick the clip~in~the~tech, *BLAT! BLAT!*, put you children~to~bed //
I got game like Jordan~N~Bryant... //
Pullin' hos all day, tell ya chic stop blowin'~my~Sidekick //
Fuck spittin' gold...my vocals~is~priceless //
Punchlines causin' moments~of~silence...[silent pause] //

pretty dope, cuz.













I've already~been~locked~up... //
Stressed~with~a~glock~tucked, Feds find you dead~in~a~popped~trunk //
So keep poppin'~ya~tongue... //
You don't need to have a cavity to catch a damn shot~to~ya~gum //
I know y'all wanna see me locked~in~a~cell... //
No fam, no friends, no girl just rottin'~in~jail //
And what's worse? Y'all wanna put a stop~to~my~wealth //
So I'ma scream "fuck the world!" and put a shot~in~my~self [BOOM!] //

~1~

[SpawntaneusC]

That was nice