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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: DOC. da G.P.T...[METS][REX/MaB] on March 13, 2003, 10:23:49 AM
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Zeeeennnnnn......everyony drop a verse of maximum 4 bars n minimum 2....n don't write anythin' else plz...just you rhyme...
thnx ;)
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Let's Get This Shit Goin...
I'll turn ya brain into swiss-cheese, think once, and you'll "miss-these"/
Turn a teen into his sixties, blink once, back to sixteen//
Cremate your damaged body, then I'm crematin your spirit/
A lyric of mine, you don't hear-it, you see it, thats why you fear-it//
PS: Is that Docky from the Canibus-Central forums?
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I spit murderous-creations in the form of hidious transformations//~
Comin more dirty the the whole Iraq-nation, while I lay down lyrical-assassinations//~
just a quick 2
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"two~word~threads", draggin' like "new~curled~dreds"//
"adjusting~to~emcees" prepare ya'll, "you~heard~vets"//
"abduction~of~semis" arrested for 2 "armed~murders"//
"reduction~of~femcees" accepted coz they "alarm~the~flirters"//
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Sha77er ya dreams~supreme, Gat shots clean~ya~spleen\
Siftin' through reems~of~green, my chrome seems~to~gleam\
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All i hear in this thread is semi-automatics, while ya fakecee's pack nerf-tactics//~
Along with wal-marts drastic-blast-hits, ya got guns? maybe clear-plastic//~(As in wata pistols)
keep it goin
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It's all about Versace, you copied my style,
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled...
Um. I'm not biting. I promise.
*leaves thread whistling innocently*
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Crackaz on their knees, please I hear the pleas and begs
Wonderin' what it takes to make these crackaz stop actin' fake
I shake my head and contemplate what can I create
Somethin' original and subliminal now what's the chosen fate
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@ss@ssin choping wit a 'broad sword', leaving punchlines that 'scar boards'/
Peep the top 10 emceez and 'visualize my name', they 10 cowards that 'despise my game'/
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owen tryin' to be 'pac', assassin 'came to bring the pain' and kill ya blood clot/
Spit 2 more bars from hit em up and see what the fuck happens, ive been known on the street to give emceez bad chemical reactions/
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Aiyo check it...............
Im new to the board but ill make sure you niggaz will "reconize my name"/
You quickly 'slain,' lay'd out flat as a plan, collapsin' these frames/
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Tearin emcees new vocal-cords insearch for real talent on these local-boards//~
Cuz i cant be lyrically-defeated, I come equipped with a rhyme arsenal which cannot be-beated//~
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Gareefa droppin a nuclearbomb on the coasts connection/
ima spread like anthrax, causin mass infection/
survive a UN weapon insepction/
but damn man.. teacher just caught me here.. I got detention/
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~ain't no gats or glocks needed to "accomplish~this~task"//
~just need an ounce of rat poison "in~a~flask" and a "black~ski~mask//
~whie u tryin to "mack~this" im sneakin behind you walkin' alone in such a "cold~alley"
~SAtown got "medieval~tactics" scarier than any city tryin to represent in "killa~kali"//[1]
[1] - SAtown is San Antonio, born and raised.
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People diss me cause they're searchin//
For a reason to deny I'm a tight like a virgin//
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emcees step to me they get literally ripped like lickity spit cause they pisttin fake shit/
so i decide i gotta take shit and make shit real once again/
cause on the freestyle level, anyone is just a victim to my thought process/
and my imaginary pen/
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On ma'level, mess with me, give ya death g, ima hollow'in~ya~dome//
Last visual line of sight, b4 you become a blessed g, is my clique rollin~on~chrome//
Top 10 emcees, i overlapped em all, lost~them~femcee's on top, stolen~the~throne//
Step up shortie, cant reach~thee, gone teach~me? wish you never learnt ta speek~g//
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a new man is born, a poet within me/
i never knew until i saw the light, but i kno it, its in me/
cant spit about chromes, thats staight fakeness 2 me/
and if i die tonight, no1 can take this from me/
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Keep it goin.. peepz!
C'mon wheres the rest of tha board!
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Feels like a repitition~of~wordz//
We write to much, its an exhibition~of~nerds//
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Im givin yall severe heart attacks, bringin my raps,
my dope lyrics are like some future ar-ti-facts/
much doper than the super-HAshish sacks/
im new here like a muslim immigrant in MARDI GRASS!!
:o
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Im givin yall severe heart attacks, bringin my raps,
my dope lyrics are like some future ar-ti-facts/
much doper than the super-HAshish sacks/
im new here like a muslim immigrant in MARDI GRASS!!
:o
^^ LMAO, i liked that!
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Exceeding in "humour" but talents more the key//
Some say its "trauma" that disses this emcee//
But i aint rucking, no point in "beef"//
Just beware, coz this cat, gone loose you some "teeth"//
:D
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Nevermind the post counts, just look at ya~skill//
Half the newbies here bite, awaiting the victim to file tha~bill//
Think shits for free? dawg, nothings free now~a~days//
Ima wannabe hippy emcee, who brings peace n gives flowers~ta~gays//
^^ lol... C'mon peepz.. lol keep it goin!
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Indy thats 4 bars where'd you learn~to~count\
King of multis met me and i burned~da~crown\
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If you noticed my 4 bars, check da rest, bitch//
I could lay down more scars, but i'd affect the best, bitch//
Im not in the mood, like a fat bitch when she sick from too much food//
Fuckin' outside lifes, going up n down, fuck the crown, dick rydas suck dude//
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I'm so lyrically dangerous I killed Vito Corleone,
Killin Ranger Russ, did you know, your mom's blown me.
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"lyrikally" you'll "listen~ta~me" "feeling~me" as i spit "rythmikally"//
Aint "trippin~g" watch me "rip" wit verbal "clipz" n get to ya "mentally"//
Stingin' ya "conscience" with ya own "medicine" of "nonsense"//
Ima sting those eyes with "toxins" you'll suffer "visually"//
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Call me Aesop, i 'storytell', how-i-flow-wit-fable-dropz/
Keystyle Mod, i got more "lockz (lox)" then Now-I-Know-at-Bagel-Shopz/ ;D
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Left Elite but I still drop "hits", notice my belt and how I beat that "bitch"//~
Comin complex like scientific "arithmatics", been here 5 months and wanted by all WCC "cliques"//~
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Ya "flows all over the place" like "pissin~with~an~erection"\
I'm the punchline King ,wonder why this~is~in~question\
Dropin 'Grey "Poop" on (poupon) CLOUDZ', Strikin wit "mustard~gas'\
Indy met me and lusted~fast,KABLAOW! hes a "SPEK' I crushed~his~ass\
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You kids have no flows ... its 'cut off' like chick wearing 'tampacks'/
I'll spray, lay, and kill you kids in 'mass heards' like 'road island club fires', when they 'jam-pack'd'/
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Ya "flows all over the place" like "pissin~with~an~erection"\
I'm the punchline King ,wonder why this~is~in~question\
Dropin 'Grey "Poop" on (poupon) CLOUDZ', Strikin wit "mustard~gas'\
Indy met me and lusted~fast,KABLAOW! hes a "SPEK' I crushed~his~ass\
Yah "flows all over the place" like "punctured~arteries"\
Im tha metaphor King, n now thiz youngster~started~me\
Gotcha "shittin mustard", cuz wha u "dropped~was~ate~up"\
Bite tha "head off thiz Cracka", n "knock~mah~weight~up"\
;D
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Da~Animal~Cracka you a chicken, who runs when the plot thickens// Can~ya~get~any~whacka? your a muppet without the christmas carol, and the charles dickens//
I cant be bothered!
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Decapatating~yo~StyL, Got mah elderz in a daily State~of~Denial\\
Entered the "Dope MC Database" replyed "DayGoStyLz ain't~in~da~file"\\
Battlin' me makes ya Quiver~Tone, I so cold i'm Shiver~Prone\\
"Bringin ya the illness" like if i were able to "Deliver~Clonez"\\
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Like Lennox Lewis in one of the truest attackers, turn ya freestyle into a comedy standup like "Bigger and Blacker"/
Break into ya nervous system like a hacker, then chew you muthafuckaz up like a bag of "Animal Crackers"//
Spit fire at you and you go off like a smoke-detector, make ya spirit a spectre cuz I'm a corrupt funeral-director/
Suck the life out of you like a bee with nectar, your rhymes are equivilent to a butterfly-collector, Mr. "Inspektah"//
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Ignyte is in the house, make sure i turn on the light/
Coz it will be 8 o clock in the morning before im saying goodnight/
When i walk in the door i bring the heat to your houses/
The inferno too intense like i make love to your spouses/
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what happened to the host of this post
to drop lyrics to toast the man with the most
fuck the host i'm takin this post rippin it up spittin it out n makin it gross
steppin up? well u gon step back down a ghost
edited post cuz i put too many lines ::)
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Tred ya path lightley newbies, like walking on "broken~ice"//
Im proud that i grew from my roots, like new trees, i have always "stolen~light"// ~1
Coz im on "stage" and im the "introductory~act"//
Releasing "rage" through my lyriks so "bith~dont~fuck~with~me" or i'll "react"//
~ 1 = Trees use sun light to help the photosynthesis process...
I do my revision! lol
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Ya'll dont see my "multiz" and how i "ryhme~them"//
I steel ya watch, and pick pocket, so you can say where the "time~went"//
Its gone on me posting up "faulty" ryhming schemes, that "mess~up"//
Im fed up with "talkers" and bitch runners, and dickrydin walkers, so "step~up"//
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Im bout tah 'tear thiz shit up', like 'penetentiary-sex'/
Itz been-a-'century-vexed', mah wordz cause '100-yearz-of-distress'/
"It neva rainz", but i still bring thunder-here-on-tha-West!/
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Im bout tah 'tear thiz shit up', like 'penetentiary-sex'/
Itz been-a-'century-vexed', mah wordz cause '100-yearz-of-distress'/
"It neva rainz", but i still bring thunder-here-on-tha-West!/
gyrl 1-da'z up next, she could sing thundering skies 2 rest,/
or spit full clips from luscious lips that have 'em grabbin they vests/
k-love just blessed, wit chronic skill while most of 'em stressed/
Put money on honey, and c 3X's tha doe u invest///
;) :-* ;D :) 8)
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gyrl 1-da'z up next, she could sing thundering skies 2 rest,/
or spit full clips from luscious lips that have 'em grabbin they vests/
k-love just blessed, wit chronic skill while most of 'em stressed/
Put money on honey, and c 3X's tha doe u invest///
;) :-* ;D :) 8)
Mix money wit honey and git 'paid-fah-sweet-flowz'/
MC'z "nasty-as(ass)-fuck" like bein laid-by-street-ho'z/
Got me rippin eardrumz, like sonic boomz frum vocal-chordz/
I spit lightning frum tha "Cloudz", nuke tha verse like global-warz/
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gyrl 1-da'z up next, she could sing thundering skies 2 rest,/
or spit full clips from luscious lips that have 'em grabbin they vests/
k-love just blessed, wit chronic skill while most of 'em stressed/
Put money on honey, and c 3X's tha doe u invest///
;) :-* ;D :) 8)
Mix money wit honey and git 'paid-fah-sweet-flowz'/
MC'z "nasty-as(ass)-fuck" like bein laid-by-street-ho'z/
Got me rippin eardrumz, like sonic boomz frum vocal-chordz/
I spit lightning frum tha "Cloudz", nuke tha verse like global-warz/
While Ghost nuke'em like Global Warz/...
Da Great Persian Terrorist set C4 in yo' drawerz/....
Open n "BOOM"... see hearts get broken/....
murder scene...blood on the Bim...yah, DOC's glock has spoken/....
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'street war's past first engangment' laying cats out like the streets pavement/
Disception stay bent, peep 'elite' tatics on the battle-field/
With tha gramma-i-wield, its like im protecting-a-shield, i see my self dead on a open field/
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This is like blitzkreig the way I use my lightening tactics//~
Attack and retreat my opponent like World War 2 blast-hits//~
Pursuing verbal-assault wise-wits, spittin hotter then camp fire pits//~
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them vampires bit, so obviously all of 'em suck/
at my command covens disband, I'm quicksand, all of 'em stuck/
beefin' wit me u get a stake, who got the heart 2 step up/
i'm quaterback, leadin the pack, i throw, u try 2 catch up///
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geyeah
2 bars or 4, really doesn't matter cuz im bring'n lyrical war//
words scar an sore, nothin but pain ta gain//
mentally insane in tha brain, might be white but don't go against the grain//
color ain't a thang when i jump in the game, words-lyrics-skills i kills it's all the same
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i attract a crowd like a nipper does pneumonia,
carry more disease than a slut named tanya,
iller than ill i cast the curse up on ya,
watch'em all drop like rappers in california,
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btw gyrl1da ur droppin some tite shit keept it up!
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gotta keep these bars a flow'n, never know'n what i'ma spit??//
never know'n what kinda shit i'ma get hit wit?? but fuck it//
i don't worry a bit, sometimes it's gets blurry n' thick//
but my pistols sick, my machette's ready ta stick, wanna see me throw a fit??//
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do what u will\\
eat a pill\\
tooth ya drill\\
Eat some rice thats nice\\
Scratch that lice just twice\\
Eat them like big mice\\
I like green lemonade\\
I sniff cans of lemon glade\\
not them plugins that are made\\
I got paid and ate a maid\\
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^ the man above can't count to four
tell him the max and he drops 6 more,
illiterate mufucka with more puss in his head than in his pores,
pack up buddy an i'll show you the door,
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do what u will\\
eat a pill\\
tooth ya drill\\
Eat some rice thats nice\\
Scratch that lice just twice\\
Eat them like big mice\\
I like green lemonade\\
I sniff cans of lemon glade\\
not them plugins that are made\\
I got paid and ate a maid\\
damn that was ill//~
wish i had yer skill//~
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why stop now, these 2 bar lyrics leading spirits//
crazy voices i know you hear its comin', why is u runnin'?, u must know im gunnin'//
faster then a one minute man unzipped, ripped an cummin'//
you know i always get votes for somethin'//
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fuck lyrics gimme an instrumental,
i bump beats n shake the residentials,
i keep on rappin cuz mama say i got potential,
but the bitch won't even pay my dental.
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back and forth for 4 bars, funkstylz and White Chocolate pours more n more//
pullin' scores of whores, i swore i'd never let my peeps down, so i brings rap back around//
never back down on a clown, put the haters in the ground//
no bass just all sound, bballin' downtown is where i'm found//