West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Koncept on December 31, 2002, 09:21:32 PM
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People bittin’ rhymes and lines
What happened to the youth’s minds
A little something original
This hotness that I spit comes straight from the hart
Filled with furry, ignited by a spark, my brain starts
I create rhymes from the air, nothing up my sleeves
I have no pity for these lyrical thieves
Who believe they have to bite rhymes
Just pick up a pen and try to write rhymes
It’s not that hard in fact it’s quit easy
But stealin’ other peoples creations is straight up sleazy
I know the real MCs feel me…
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feel free to cypher
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to me writing rhymes isnt all that complicated//~
its when fakecees steal rhymes is where kal gets irritated//~
to the point where i must escape these emcees and become sedated//~
to only put these biters in tha past, seems only real emcees with class seem to last//~
from mack to blanket, maxi to femcee, only tru Emcee's will prevail on Wcc//~
guess ya'all lucked out, theres no doubt that these fuckers shouldnt get kicked out//~
no doubt
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Its like jockin me in seasons cus people on the site is on a constant flow hunt..
So I keep pistol ready to leave a hole in this hos gut like a doughnut..
I dont bite spits to get fame kids..Yall faggots got me wrong!!!!!...
Cuz if I wanted to bite I'm just ask Maxi to write me a copied song...
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I dont bite spits to get fame kids..Yall faggots got me wrong!!!!!...
Cuz if I wanted to bite I'm just ask Maxi to write me a copied song...
^^LMAO at this...i love it
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This seems to be a biters little class… keep thinkin yah wont get caught and get ya mental smashed...
And I know from experance so when you address me betta keep a pistol stashed...
Cuz I got mine a glock nine ready fah Xearo cocked back ready to blast..
Im sure yah gonna still talk shit you dont bother me your trash...
I dont even bless the scene cus of hos like you messin it up for da vets like me...
I just drop heat reppin Texas to the fullest slappin anyone tryna test me...
Fakes get no love from the real people this I know... I'm nice but my steals evil....
I guess it's my turn to teach this yah aint gonna be good if yah dont learn uniqueness...
Get yah own fuckin style I got mine attached to flames dat burns yah weak kids...
whatever say what you wanna say think I bit go head...dont give a rats ass to me..I know I dont and I know I did..but that was just once..and I'm sure EACH of you have biten once..maybe not a whole verse but a line or two.. ::)
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i can say i never bit any lines
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impossible..i wont ever get caught, cuz i neva have bit//~
dont come cry cuz your Rep on Wcc is thrashed indefinite//~
try to rep ya state, but ya full-of-shit, try to spit, but all that comes out are-bits//~
as you roam these for-ums, stealin every line from-em, hoping to win a battle with every line but ya own//~
inseek for god-given virt-ues, bit but you-lose, maybe this game isnt for you!//~
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I was tryna stay humble but my moods switchin now I feel like shootin shells...
Yah cant be Pimp only me fitin my shoes traditions...spittin flames sendin dudes to hell...
Yall spit rules to fail pure wanksta's stop actin like yah roll deep cus when Femcee creeps its with known peeps runnin the cold streets palms out holdin a chrome piece...
I lost but not my mind maybe your right this game isn't my type...
or yah high..tucked away in a gold fleece tryna whip my ass with dollars...
Treat you like a dog kick you and make you holla..
Snatch head off haters smashin collars then hit the couts...
Slanging crack to ballas dont get smart..I rap with scholars...
I hit da scene with da heat equipped with da beam turnin my heart to da back on foe...
Linked all ova Texas runnin with da smartest kats with dough...Relentless like my nigga IBo...
Fuck a lot and fuck a Pardox..you lockin I aint gonna merk yah cus yah hot..yah all fixna get shot here let me stick this Blade in you and watch your blood oozz and go splot splot...
I'mma set back the Time and put all yall on Lock with my glock yah should be in shock tha way I'mma pop...
Snap crackle pop yah just got knocked into pot watch yahself cus like Tony the Tiger I'm Greeeeeeeeeeeat....
Yall aint shit yall sit on the net all day long lookin for inet mates...
I'mma shakin yall flees off... aimed at the top with heat breakin yah team off...
Only the fakes and da cheaps floss... real plots ways to jack yah...
Tucked k's to clap yah I spit the streets for fun and throw gernades at rappas....
Twistin yah some knots like Timeslocks corn roll fuck tryna capatilaize cuz I was born bolded...
Now on the mic spittin heat while yalls warms cold...Ill have yah form folds with a torn soul....
There aint shit to talk about my nines on warn mode..so fuck maken sure the word is out...
Im plottin on maken dat perfered amouth of certain clout placin drug money in a refered account...
This rhyme is MINE NOW and I'm aimin at the first to pout...((Bam)) Now wipe yah tears...
Wanna beef? Ayo Kalipzo you straight? How can I fight dis queer GROW UP all I see is minors here....
It's okay Xaero talk yah smake and watch me attack this dude and leave him in a state of persue....
Yeah I'm grimmy and rude.. you shitty yeah I might have been untrue...
But Ill still leave yall straned minus gear..Jewels missin I treat haters like what dudes piss in...
You can think I'm fake like yah mommas boob extentions but be sure Imma come quick to make an example outta yah and hope yah crews listenin...
And until no feuds mentioned I aint gonna stop leavin blocks HOLY like a few Christains...
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KAL-IP-ZO?i gotta FULL-CLIP-HO, so i had a FEW-BIT-FLOWS,i can STILL-RACK-UP-HITS-YO~//
When Mack sleeps YOU-TIP-TOE,you might not bit but nobody peepin YA-SHIT-BRO~//
So how WOULD-WE-KNOW,i dont give a fuck if a newbie thinks we SHOULD-GO~//
Understand W-C-C NEEDS-ME-SO,Guess what bitch..........GO-BLOW~//
all you get.;.....keep my name outta ya mouth
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Wanna beef? Ayo Kalipzo you straight? How can I fight dis queer GROW UP all I see is minors here....
funny....how u say that when im older than yo ass...
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Your not-wanted Mack, you can leave any-time, pack ya bags and ya book of bitten-rhymes//~
support femcee and u get pistol whipped, use your own-words but you-slipped//~
said to yoruself "its time to bite", "now what site"//~?
to steal, call yaself a emcee, more like "lyrical thieve"//~
robbin lines from board to board, say no one peeps mah shit, only reading yours makes me-bored//~
i would say no beef...but u made it into this =)
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BEEF-PLEAZE,i eat the WEAK-WIT-EASE,only time you spit fluid when you play the GEEK-ON-KNEE'S~//
I drop HEAT-WIT-THESE spits,so sick,im known ta SPEAK-A-DISEASE,plus i CREEP-WIT-G'z~//
I aint sidin wit FEM-CEE,bitch should stay at the fat farm YA-GET-ME if nobody wants me why i roll wit A-SET-D~//
DA an we DEAD-LY better watch where ya TREAD-G or find out how sick my real HEADS-BE~//
You mentioned MY name.......dont try an twist it like i started shit,im defendin myself
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This cats spits are like a candy-bar, they "bite-size", fuckin femcee on tha-side wont take back ya lyrical-lies//~
mack spittin heat? shit dont sound right, when it comes to glock hits, ya dont fill tha gap-right//~
sayin ya gonna "Eat-me"? im not a bite, im a-meal, these lines, u "cannot-steal"//~
so stik to ja-rule, "this cat has glocks?", shit hes still in elementary school//~
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A lyrical genious so I say this I mean this/
We got biters 'cause skillz they had missed/
"Santa all I want for Christmas is some skillz"/
You biter other peoples like this is for reals/
Need cyper respect like you getting a check/
How can you fucken bite when this is the net/
Some people go out and admit they mistakes/
Others continue to stay to annoy another day/
Worst than a rapper getting a ghostwriter/
This ain't a job why you afraid of getting fired/
If you ain't got the skillz stay out this board/
You need to talk that's what Tha G Spots for/
And in trail you ain't got nada for your alibi/
So I close this by simply saying, good-bye/
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Psychologically and anatomically derail all the bitin MC's cuz their conscious is too frail/
Femcee said she got a glock to me, but you couldn't shoot it cuz you'd break a nail//
Keep my name out your dental, ya mouth is crooked and used like a summer-rental/
Spray your crudentials on the pavement, it's naturals for BITCHES to get sentimental//
Femcee, I'll lyrically fuck you up so much, that you can never give life to lil' kiddies/
All of your rhymes are fake, yourself is fake, just like both of your silicon titties//
Use a spiked-fork to give your hair a weave, then leave your spinal cord paralyzed like Christopher Reeve/
Split and rip your frail structure into three...the past, present, and future is how you'll cleave//
Telegraph your paragraphs before you even post em, thinkin "Hmm, haven't I seen this before"?/
Try steppin to me, but Fem's high heels'll break, wanna walk on me, but your pantyhose tore//
Keep my name out your mouth and your cunt off my dick, knowin how you get around, you prolly got AIDS/
You can't ever be on my level of elevation, you wanna be the "Queen", but now you've met the Ace of Spades//
Shit...quick 12 bars for this bitch...
I ain't even try...this is just a lil Keystyle...
NEXT!
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<--already spit 3 times
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Xear i don't think she could compete wit that, nice spit...
biters we'll what can i say...
tryna earn there respect wit that copy n paste shit//
my twinz glocks will leave each side of your face split//
but first "put it in ya mouth" and tell me how it tastes bitch?//
and i ain't akinyele, that pussy's to smelly regardless of what u tell me//
u biters make me wanna thow up, turnin' my stomach n makin' me sick//
and if u ever leave teeth marks on my shit//
first off when the weed sparks it'll just stay my hit//
keep ya head up, don't worry cuz i'll leave u the roach//
but you'll only burn ya thumb n index finger just tryna hold it thou//
danm, who's gives a fuck if u wack just take the critisim//
cuz that's the only way you'll advance w/o a hand out in this life i'm livin'//
how u think i done it, started out spittin' below average//
and i'm still not livin' lavish w/ a baby carage//
i'm single that's how i mingle craccin' domes like cabbage//
i roam this atlas, a map of whindin' roads, twists and turns//
where cats git ripped n burned, smacked for bitin' from my lips n shipped in erns//
it's been confirmed, i smoke my weed while ya'll stick to sherm//
like this nasty ass ho, bitch wit a perm, like tim dogg called snoopy//
and now these muthafuckas wanna re-cruit me when b4 they'd rather shoot me//
i never switch up, keep actin' a coward munchin' on the hearts of others//
while i tear apart duplicate couples of art like lovers//
and feeble minds won't understand this, since u came in the game empty handed//
u thought that u could steal the linez from elevated minds 2 be branded//
a mc, quickly w/o puttin' in any work//
we'll know u gittin' fuck'd for it so pull up ya skirt...
just a lil' somethin', somethin'...
~1~
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Biters, get burnt without lighters//Couldn't put out heat if they were fuckin fire fighters//So they look for other writers//Copy and paste from other cyphers//This is one reason i muthafuckin hate those biters...
hahaha, whack as fuck, just some freestyle shit...lol...PeACe
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dope shit from everyone ;D
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decent cypha, les keep dis chit goin, kon...ya started it, drop a line homie, ill spit again when i get home or something, cuz i know yo ass is at skoo =)
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ha, i don't back to school untill next week, beeotch
people stealing rythim//
what the fuck is with them//
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people stealing rythim//
what the fuck is with them//
kon spittin heat there ^^