West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: So Much Style on June 24, 2001, 04:10:05 PM
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Ok, i am disapointed with everyones votes for best keystylers, so everyone post 1 rhyme, then you forget who it is who rapped it, no grudges held and just read the rhyme and judge it.... I'll go first
I pack lyrical heat, you hearin me at your local swap meet/
being bumped in the street, having cats retreet, be like damn that shtis sweet/
You know this some shit you dont wanna battle/
I bust you out into a backflip like you was acrobatical/
Mathmatical equations rearranged with changes, enough to make your mouth say this:/
Cause i didnt do it like i was OJ/
ok?-no way, yall foools are gettin no play/
I go behind the lines like eSPN/
I leave you pleadin/
And screamin, schemin, knowin i know your secret/
that you havin someone ghote write like casper/
I'm settin you up for a big disaster/
cause I'm comin with part 2, like scarie movie/
you be, like use me, abuse me, you groupie/
CAuse i gotta show my skills to all these posters 1 by 1/
This is a confederat-ion/but its just begun/
i mean R-ccee said i'm getting no respect, thats why im not lsited the best/
WEll i battle all you, put you to the test, get anyone to represent, any bad remarks-i resent, My shit always comes eemence/
Yo my shit, it'll take your money like the cops/
im spittin hot shit never flops to show the keystyle forum im on top
Now spit a rhyme and rate everyone above you
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I didn't get picked as a top freestyler/
So I'ma go crazy, and eat MC's like a rotwiler/
from now on I should be known as the body piler/
Cuz I'ma murder everyone on this muthafuckin board/
Thats what happens when ya bored/
I'll choke you with a cored/
I'm your new lord/
I wanna kill kill kill/
And murder murder murder/
My rhymes are ill ill ill/
And Phat like Burger/
Callin out names/
I aint playin games/
Sherrif, Maxi, MDogg. all yall lame/
Bdogg, the same/
It aint even worth sayin/
Ya'll know I reign!/
So "Go Away" like Kokane/
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Alright even though I'm not too experienced and I'm >:( noones responded to my wasup post I'm going to post a couple bars:
I feel like I don't even exist on this board/
I'm outta place/
What do I have to do to get your attention, wave a 12-gauge in your face/
Release the fuckin' trigger and give bez a taste/
Then pack away Jay Ay Bee into my suitcase/
Waste away my life savings to get a lawyer to represent my case/
Shit, I can run but it seems like I'll never win the race/
Sometimes I think I'd be lucky if I finished in last place/
I just want some respect and if I can't get any of that/
I got a few clips for my tech, put my finger on the trigger, release and you know the rest/
cause I got anger building up and I can't take much more stress/
so NIK I'll just pop a couple caps into your neck; by god may you be blessed/
Cause I'm sick of all these drag queens saying they aint fags/
I'll chase you down and stab your ass with OJ's dagger/
At least I don't rhyme freeze with breeze; fuck it cause I'm tired of these/
Fucking faggots, these bitches, these wannabees/
Just giving me more names to add to my list when I finelly go on my killing spree/
Cause I'm sicking of hearin faggots sayin', You just looking for attention/
Nah, I ain't looking for fame, I'm just trying to get my ass into the game/
Maybe I'm insane/
I took a fifty dollar bet I wouldn't jump in front of that train/
Now for the first time in three years I can get out of this wheelchair and walk with a cane/
Fuck it, sometimes I feel like the invisible man/ Cause when I'm on this board either noone sees my posts or no one gives a damn/
So if this post doesn't get a response by eleven AM I'm gonna turn to cannabalism n' make this freestyle board look like a scene from the Silence of the Lambs.
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top dog,,,i like ,,i alsolike the other one,,,keep posting.........I T W,,yes i do remember your first keystyle,,it was on the dre board,,,i told you not to worry about the dude,,it wasnt worth it,,,anyway
IF WE HAD A SHOWDOWN MAIN
WELL FIRST GET A DIAPER CHANGE
FOOL I SPLATTER BRAINS
I WILL MISS YOUR 40 DOLLAS A DAY
FOR AMPHETAMINES
YOU AND YOUR DIRTY JEANS
AN YOUR FAKE RINGS
DONT GET CAUGHT UP
I HAVE NO PITY
SO GO TELL YA MOMMA......period fuck comma
A LIL MESSAGE,...... FREE / CITY
LIL FRANK NITTY
IF YA LOOKIN FOR ME
IM IN THE IMPALA S S
RIDING UP AN DOWN YOUR
DAMED STREET
SO HOPE I NEVER REACH
CUZ /. I WILL TOUCH THAT ASS
iVE MADE SO MANY DEALS ITS PITIFULL
YOUR ESTEEM LEFT IN CRITICAL
CONDITION / YOUR MOMS IS NOT MISSIN
SHE GIVIN ME HEAD IN YOUR DADS EXPEDITION
SMACK HER ASS IF SHE DONT LISTEN
DID I MENTION
THAT I B KICKIN IT EVERY DAY
ALL MY BILLS GETTIN PAID
HOW U LOVE THAT
U GOT YOUR RHYME OUT OF A CATS HAT
THATS WHY THEY WACK
WHILE MINES IS FAT
S M S AND N I K ...A ..K....
A / BUTT HEAD N' BEAVIS
U GET SMACKED UNTILL YA
TEETHLESS / I CUT OFF YA TOUNGE
SO NOW YA
SPEECHLESS/ WHEN I PUT MY FOOT UP YA ASS(i thought you might like that) BUT IM NOT GONNA GREASE IT
AN IT WILL TAKE THE JAWS OF LIFE TO
RETRIEVE IT
AN ON YA MOMS FRONT STEP
YA HEAD
I LEAVE IT
WHEN I FRONTED YA ASS
U THINKING
IM NOT BELIEVIN
THIS
LEGS TREMBLING
AN YA VOICE WEAKENING
lil bitch
AN SPEAKIN OUT OF TURN
IS A GOOD WAY TO GET THAT
ASS BURNED
IN THE TRUNK OF A CAR
IN A
JUNKYARD
HEADLESS / ILL TEACH YOU SOMETHING ABOUT RESPECT BITCH
AN TEACH YA MOMS TO CRADLE IN ARMS
LITTLE ONES
BUT IM NOT LIKE MOMS
I HAVE
NO LOVE
AN BOMB LIKE NAPOLM
DEATH / UNIDENTIFIABLE CHARRED REMAINS LEFT
INVESTIGATORS TAKE A DEEP BREATH
NEWS FLASH
"WHEN WILL THE SERIAL KILLA STRIKE NEXT"
WHEN THE NEXT FOOL DISSRESPECTS
ITS A HEX
3 TIME FELON SMOKIN CRACK AN WRITIN BAD CHECKS / UNBELIEVEABLE/
LIKE ME RELAXIN WITH NO ARTIFICIAL ENDORPHINES
FEELIN ZERO
STRESS / UNBEATALBE
LIKE A NO TIRE BIKE
OUT JUMPIN
EVIL KINEVAL
I WROTE THE OMEN
THIS HERE IS THE SEQUEL
IF RHYMES WAS JUDGED IN WAGE
MINE BILL GATES
YOURS SUNDAY SCHOOL
TEACHA / DONT COME TOO CLOSE
CUZ I WILL REACH YA AN BEAT YA
RIGHT THROUGH THE SPEAKA
UNKNOWN PATHES
SYNAPSES / WEAK MINDS
MY RHYMES
LINGA / U DONT LIKE ME
U GET THE FINGA
NOT THE MIDDLE
THE ONE TO LEAVE YA
D / E / A / D
PRECIOUS FLUIDS MOISTEN
THE CONCRETE
IM HOTE LIKE TEXAS PETE
AN GOT SAUCE FOR YALL GEEKS
TWEEKS TOO
BOOOOOOOO
WHOOOO
IM THROUGH
STILL SCREWED,,,,REST IN PEACE
"DRAPED UP AN DRIPPED OUT
KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT
3 A M GET THE GAT OUT
THE STASH SPOT
FIRE UP A FAT SWEET
TURN ON THE BULB LIGHT
HANDS ON THE WOOD GRAIN
ASS ON THAT TIGHT WHITE"
D J SCREW
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ponzi's style is unorthodox, not the traditional way/ bitch this is the court to box, not the ice capades/
ya'll got bad luck, this isn't your day, fuckin fags tiptoein around topics of ass fucks, tryin
not to hint that ya gay/
listen, my weapons come in a bitchin array/
im the one to knife ya, on ya way home
from night school, then dig ya a grave/
im equipped with grenades, and a bag full of guns to put on a sick'nin display/
im the REAL depiction of hate, i don't fight normal, i pack big pain/
we'll make this night formal... me winning, the rest with a cracked rib frame/
practice will only keep ya'll wack bitches lame/
my spits attack ya brain, knives cause in depth skin breaks...and blackened veins/
this state, is unsafe for you to dare to step to worse shit, you better expect its curtains/
and say a prayer to get diversions/
'cause ponzi don't fuck around when he's impressing person's, im sick while ya'll lost every layer of epidermis/
shit, im quick to smack someone/
equipped to rap hundreds of times greater than this
whole board who packs nothing/
pricks, i lives in black dungeons/
feed on the world's fright, you're battles like girl
fights... all bitch and lacks punches/
you're ribs and back crunches, intestines knotted, as bullets gun you down/
till your chest is rotted and bones are flung around/
im the opitomy of underground/
just face it, yall ain't shit, ya'll just nobody's, unknown amongst the crowd/
thunder drowns out any screams for attention/
im pleased your defensive/
otherwise blows to the stomach would knock you on your knees in a second/
i murder worst, leave ya'll bleeding in sections/ external first, then proceeds to impede the
intestines/
opponents repeatedly question, why i continues to beat with aggression after they retreat for protection/
ill stomp ya'll and dash, in any easy direction/
then when the medics put ya face in an oxygen mask, i'll stomp the breathing extentions/
fuck this convention....i only battle cats who can fuck with the gods/
dont act like ya must have forgot/
riders hunt for the cock, while the rest run for the cops/
in this fight ya'll like jerkoffs, ya'll gonna be beatin something but it aint gonna be me or the odds/
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Nik's dissing me, yet hasn't responded to our thread...I'm willing to squash the beef(shit I'ma lose, don't really care), but I'm just wonderin why you got angry at my opinion...I felt that MDogg's shit, out of context, was better than yours...Perhaps, in conetxt, you were better, but I was judging on actual quality of rhymes...and with Bdogg, I felt his lyrics, I didn't feel yours. Sorry man, but that's the way I am. Anyhoo, onto a keystyle...
I'm just rollin down the street, smilin at chicks,
Throwing back a fifth, lookin for kicks,
When all of sudden, I'm seeing these three pricks,
I call to my homie, let's give em some dicks,
They opened fire, I ducked behind the fence,
My homie got caught in the leg, his face went all tense,
In rage, I pulled the Dressler, I regret it since,
But at the time, I was angry, fired to make em wince,
One of them caugt a fence piece, fell to the floor,
I screamed at them, "You bitches a bore!"
Laughed, jumped to my feet, ready for more,
When some cops turned the corner, their wounds were still sore,
Cause three days earlier, I'd given them mouth,
Barkin at them,"Dipshit, throw it up for the south!"
They looked all green, like with a case of gout,
But they ran at me anyway, my lips started to pout,
I was in jail that night, cried my tears,
Shit, man, I ain't been in jail any these years,
Next morning, released, headed to Sears,
To get a present for my best friend, she said,"Cheers!"
Gave a smile, still feeling guilty,
Headed home, all feeling wilty,
Dropped to my bed, feeling kinda silty...
All true...
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got narrator cryin like a baby
since his wack raps are gettin replaced by many,
and hes like MAYBE they GOT LAZY and FORGOT to include
the dopest wigger in town wit tha dope-st attitude
hatin on skaterz, fakin the funk cross thE equator
narrator, i m sayin the truth unlike a hater,
but shit
u think u got dope shit while u suck dick, //fa sho'//
even MORE a hollywood WHORE,// ya kno'//
but wait i remember, i got a comparison thats even better
u suck like ur MOTHER when i first FUCKED HER
she got my dick wetter, and even paid me cheddah!
and wats worse, i might even get cursed,
cuz dis line of mine might be heard on ur shit,
jus like u made it up while u rehearsed
see first, my rule is to compete with my equals
so shut tha fuck up & dont tlak about no sequel
haha well SMS, i know i kinda dissed u out of nowher, but goddamn dont bitch about shit, i mean u aint the goddamn best keystyler here, and if u didnt get mentioned then keep quiet about it and take a muthafuckin HINT, & try to get better. i mean ISH
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okay i feel like this is "wu-tang clan 4th chamber part 2" where the whole clan does a verse LOL so i'll start it off covering method mans verse
but these lyrics ar enew just usin meths format
I be that insane MC from the psycho ward/
ain't dropped no SINGLES but my lyrics is their own reward/
fuck droppin hits for chips like PRINGLES,but i drop rhymes consecutively/
precision with the decisions i make executively/
messin with me/is walkin on thin ice/
fuck flippin the script,i spin mics/
untill they dizzy,until they non audible/
gettin standin ovatiosn,fuck bein applaudable/
rhymes knockin out MC's,leavin em unconscious/
grenade launcher in a bathroom:i bomb shit/
then duck for cover cuz THAT funk is funkier then my rhyme tamperin/
Microphones like hardware to your cranium;hammerin/
leavin MC crews a little more than a bit upset/
i cut off your eyelieds and feed you nothin but sleepin pills..had enough yet?/
i know i just quoted meth,props to him and the wu legion/
but here the WCA runs everything in the cali region/
leechin/off my skill won't be tolerated/
battle me or pay me a buck, "HERE'S THE DOLLAR,TAKE IT!"/
hatin/wont be tolerated either/
lyrics so hot,causin ya peeps fevers/
Ol Dirty clan of terrorists/
ya get incapacitatd,decapitated then lacerated if ya make one error-bitch!/
attractin everyone to the area like a magnet/
if you couldn't tell this is my show,peace-Tanjint
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I don't give a Fuck........
The hollywood Kill
My rhyme flow burning your hill's
Flamable pattern skill's
Picked them strawberry field's
Everyone bite's"
Hatesrats" dosn't write
He ignites & incites
Mind's to committe mass crime
Since my lost time
2 nickels short of a dime
Locked away
My brain became a tool
A sharp utesil
In Highschool a dull pencil
Dropped out....Mental
Escaped the Brendal vandal
A female with a tight handle
Had me sprung
It had something to do with her tounge....?
Dumb & full of Rum
"Gemini"
Always drunk as 100% proof piss
My downfall would be this
On top and unable to enjoy shit
Belive in bliss
What go's around comes around's (f..A SNITCH)
A dead me
And a rich-Ex bitch.......
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Ya, my rhymes are somewhat good right now. But subject matter, well that'll come soon. Until then, hey Now_I_Know, I guess you didn't like hearing your name in a keystyle of mine, but I'm just trying to help you. That's all dogg
Let's not even start your wannabe shit
Trying to be old school, be youz a bitch
Now it's me beating yot in lyrical chess
Almost mate, but I wouldn't rest
I dare you to find something wrong with my game
It ain't pretty, but that's because it
s strange
I'm the untouchable Don
Throwing out lyrical bombs
You see I appeal to the poor strong and brave
Well whinning is you only claim to fame
So check this, are you ready for lyrical war
You know how many times I've done this before
Trust me, after this you'll never be the same
You'll be beat so bad, you wouoldn't ever speak my name
And to anyone else to step up dogg
Scrappy ese, will make you fall.
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My vision/sharp like television/incision/your decission/pass the scaple/live from tha
apple/dirty rotten/peace to those forgotton/gone/I pass the mic to ya faggot ass and its
on/I be this bomb/atomic roll with my crew supersonic/I be bionic/remission of Steve
Austin/6,000,000 styles and one mic I ezustem/Pass me the shit and I toss em'/I gotta eat/So I put my feet/all up in this beat/heat bringing it down/sounds/to compounds/ringing through these rounds/echos grand/in canyons of me bring the noise/kill all these toys/when I get diabolic with danger/return to paradise and I hang
the stranger/never do I play the minor leagues cuz my whole styles major/Forget your park ranger/leave ya deep in the forest/make plans with your florest/rest with stress/confess/lost your object/leave ya horrified like Blair Witch Project/I reserect inject wicked sounds through your speaker/deeper puttin' rapper insominic in the sleeper/hold truth will be told Now_I_Know lift your spirit take your soul/N.I.K be the ace in the hole/I be the spy you be the mole/so don't reply with ya whack ass rhyme/Cuz I'll outrhyme you back in time,/and beat your ass while your nine/ya rhymes cryin/I rule the jungle like a lion/So please quite replyin!
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Yo Ill be droppin heat soon.Im at Cape Cod at my Grandmothers house visiting.Its too damn quiet up here I cant think.lol.It aint normal.ill drop when i get home tomorrow. Peace
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ay nik only 1 rhyme nigga choose which 1 u want
then et teh other 1 deleted
ima post sumthin later?
iz diss shyt like freestyle of the dome? or written lyrics?
shits hectic over here with the po po
but ima hit sumthin up for yall later
peace
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You may not believe it but most of the shit i spit is right off the dome piece.I gotta be in the right mind state to do it though.
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Alright if you're not gonna post new rhymes then don't post anything.
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HAAHAH yall are funny, so your "writing" down your freestyles or what?
of course its written!
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With me, I just think about it, and my brain types it....It's never written...
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ugh well i guess i write my shit
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That was a joke..
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Why does everyone seem to hate me on this board I ain't done shit to no 1.
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OH SHIT LOOK OUT
its that nigga named MASSIKAH/
you know the one wit cannons
and 44-calibahs/
I know its been a while
but I'm back again/
the bastard man/
grab the gat and blast my fans/
'Cause like I said b-fo
I don't give a flyin' fuck/
I'll yell at my fans
stop cryin
I know you're dyin' so what/
it's cold outside
i had to blaze you wit this heat/
lookin for me?
I'm inside playin' "NBA STREET"/
on ps2/
if I didn't catch you/
then HE blessed you/
but when I get you/
I'ma cardiac arrest you/
I've been away for a while so I'm kinda rusty. Give time and I'll be back to normal. HOLLA ATCHABOY!!!!!!
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Check dizz shyt as i start to deploy/
Deez CSN soljahs that i deploy/
Read da plot/
Im juzz as deadly as a blood clot/
Im writing the lyrical scripture/
U dont get da picture/
glock 9 in yo lung given u a puncture/
U cry out in pain as yo stomache starts to rupture/
Ur body starts to get convulse/
as i start to repulse, no remose, as i reload/
dis .44 semi automic, spittin static/
ur lucky my bullets went str8 thro u/
if i hadda used hollow tipz i woulda fucken done u/
i made 1 big mistake/
which can cause catostrphic earth quakes/
ur a fucken fake, ya fucken counterfeit/
bitch when u gon admitt defeat/
csn makes yo troops retreat/
my lyrics spittin to loud dey sending planetz outta orbit/
its time u bowed down to csn n had to forfeit/
my raps cut u internally/
ur parents better call yo attorny/
im making u internally bleed/
now yo conscious is screamen da world guilty/
yo life is fucken filthy/
ur better off dead/
listen to da wordz dat need to be said/
children lying dead on da street/
blood spilt on the tarmac/
juzz caus sum silly nigga tried to prove he was a mack/
now da mumz is in rehap fo shooten smack/
FUCK DA WORLD/
i wont blow it outta proportion/
dont have babyz in dis fucked world get an abortion/
daz wha my mumma should have done/
now i live by tha street n die by da gun/
im high as a mafukka right now
so i cant remember what i wrote
gimme feed back
peace
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oh yea n with that freestyle shyt i meant jsut open the topic n start writing off the top of yo dome or if i can use shyt dat i write in school coz u said rhymes u shoulda said keystyles or summen neva mind im juzz trippen
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Bez it's a domino effect/
by niggas whose brains are so hollow/
csn didnt like you/
so the new kids just follow/
but dont wallow in the pain and muck/
honk the horn on the truck/
to the tune of eminems i just dont give a fuck/
now look here, lets get this clear/
im back muthafuckas no need to fear/
i'll watch ya'll's back if them niggas are near/
payback, you pay my dinner my weed and my beer/
what a career/
it feels like a year since i ripped it up with padz/
fuck them niggas that say hip hop is a fad/
it just makes me mad/
i may not of won the vote but i've a bigger lad!/
sad when hear beef on this board looking for the premier seat/
so much for your beef, heres a nine pound piece of meat/
stick it in your mouth lick some then eat/
reminds you of a giant lollipop you got as a treat/
damn, rusty, but possibly worth a vote. Topdogg, dont trip over not getting responses. I used to post regularly and it wasnt until months after i got my name mentioned in a song. When that happens its either one of two reasons...respect, or beef.
Whats up to my niggaz or wiggaz,
maxi
bdogg
mdogg
r-cee
and anyone else whose name i cant think of...
ITW
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lot of ass licking going on in here/i bring fireworks as if it was a brand new year/the demon is clear/
YOU COME BACK THE SAME/
figure that out with your small membranes/
fight us bite us that's it with correctivitis/
vailed disses i don't call out names/
cause it wrecks places like blowin up nuclear bases/ two faces see both sides the invegorrated/
can't be interrogated/
hate it definitely/
cause my names not the one you praise indefinitely/ TWO of you get blasted/
plastered with drink/time for the kitchen sink/
i remember and dismember/
mellow fellow annoying bellows like a dragon/ stuttering like drag-on/
it's cause i spit real not fake heartache/
from realization that you're nation is ignorant/
my rant believe it/
keystyle - basic style my style real style
It's different so it won't get votes
But it's realer than most