West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: White-Chocolate on March 27, 2003, 02:40:44 PM
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it's been awhile yo, but i ain't forgot but WCC
even tho im a bit rusty, ima show ya my style ain't crusty
here's somethin' a lil' new an a lil' old,
haven't been here for awhile stuck it out in the cold,
thought i forgot somethin' and came back bold,
no time to fold, time to hold ya head like Pac said,
cause i've felt some of the realist thoughts dread,
still in the game and got enough bread,
somethin' a bit simple cuz to much to be said,
spittin' the second i jump out my bed,
spittin' till my face goes blue, purple then beat red,
instead of freestylin', i'm a let you see my thoughts pile'n
peace n one luv, just a little warm up, where my thugz?
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Nice lil key dawg, i enjoyed the flow.. keep it up homie!
Peace 1
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ayo i'm back too wit new lyrics to submit,
people thot i was gone for good but a pro like me don't ever quit,
only reason to leave would be if 99% of y'all bit,
cuz who wants to hear the same shit that came from 2pac's lips?
specially comin from a cat at his comp wit bitch tits,
who havin fits cuz mama forgot to buy his cheese nips,
fuck these biters identify them and alert the real writers,
only one username lost just makes wcc lighter,
another biter tossed only makes wcc tighter
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I-Speakz thankz for the props, always welcomed ;)
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still more thoughts, just can't stop, can't let my brain rot,
no plots just freestyle trots as i walk on through,
it's funny how i lost you, still see you lost in my rearview,
you think your near too but ain't no fear, i can't even hear you,
only respect a chosen few when i roll on dem big 2's,
the rest of you's need to back up, before you get hacked up,
i just luv to watch your face as it cracks up,
won't hesitate to smack a slut when she trips 'n slips up,
here's some tips for your tip cup,
stay pistol'd up an keep your chips stacked up,
shut up or nut up
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i ain't afraid of anything anyone or a pistol trigger,
shootin down honkeys, gooks, nips and niggers,
leaving your central nervous system crashed now you gotta reconfigure,
changed my name to mr. big once i hit the 7 figures,
i leave a bitches body mutilated once i cum,
fuck a hot bitch , i'd rather fuck a nun ,
leave the bitch dead like my name mr.robin-son (1)
fuck a knife and a gun,
i dropped my dick on her head the shit weighs a ton,
fuck a wife and a mom,
your wifes with me and your moms fuckin your son.
(1) Recently some Adrian Robinson as arrested for mutilating a nun and abducting another .
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haha damn cuz that's twizted
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haha
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although they rate my status as "lil geezy" my shitz hot off the hezzy,
i represent it like a mutha fuck'n O Geezy fa sheezy,
haterz wanna fuck around i'll bust BELIEVE me,
now you wanna love me, bitch just leave me,
even tho the sex ease's me, your full of headaches-so flee from me,
what u don't get it? it's easy, ur a slut which stands for sleazy,
which means you can't be with me, so try not ta C me
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now i know yall might be a little bitter cuz im a bit better,
probably cuz u in it for cheddar n' im here as the shreader,
with these rap lyrics better never call em letters,
i don't wanna take you out and play the pace setter,
now i rep like a vet an continue to get my words wetter
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more an more, yall welcome to drop yall hits fo sure..
i give shots, take shots
except props, throw props
its thug luv till my heart stops
R.I.P P.A.C and all the other fallen soliders before thee, restin' in peace, R.I.P
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hehe slowly getting back in the mix but i got tons of shit running in my head, now its all about puttin the pieces to tha puzzles ;D
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i keep my ear to the streets
see n' hear everthing from you peeps
i wonder whats the point of a gun when i spit lyrical heat?
no need to battle cause once you start you've already faced defeat
so my words of choice is you retreat b4 u get beat without the sound of voice
now i'ma hoist the power, gettin' beat must feel sour
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fuck five bars, no stars
no karma but still i slam harda then V Carter
u cant harm'a brotha thats smarta
how can u rock phat farm, when u a fat farmer?
won't hesitate to munipulate cuz im a westside bomba
check the terror report if u dont think i wont resort ta storm ya
i got crazy power, i could take your gurl with a single flower
fuck her and watch ur tears shower, don't fuck around i see ya cower
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nice verses white
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lol at owen-->funkstylz avatar
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lol Keeps Goin' And Goin'! Keep It Up...Nice Flow On Your Verses..Peace, 1
Return The Peep Plz..Thanks.
http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?board=11;action=display;threadid=31092 (http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?board=11;action=display;threadid=31092)
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thankz yall 8)
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not much of a newbie anymore,
kicked that weak shit to the floor,
i'd rather rip raw shit ta make yall roar,
i can tell i'm on my way fo' sure,
i done peeped a whore strategiz'n ta score,
i didn't even have to use the pimp lure from tha vein,
tha bitch jus' came,
unlike you rookies after nookie i still maintain,
this for yall try'n 2 come up in the game
peace 8)
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Nice shit from every1
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its funny to combine samples from the pro'z,
cuz when times get tuff you got hoez (HOEZ),
comin' str8 out tha 6-0-4 (0-4),
we keepin' it gangsta, (yall know),
now HERE WE GO AGAINNN,
until the END of time, i gotta get mine,
u gotta get urs ain't nothin' but the THUG IN ME for sho',
now if ur samplin' flows here's somethin' you should know,
you gotta back that azz up while you go,
so your last question ain't WHO SHOT YA,(hehe)
Geeyyeahh look who got cha but i ain't mad at cha,
i knew ONE DAY we'd have to gat cha,
i'm the masta, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK, when i blast ya,
i see DEATH AROUND THE CORNA, mobbin' like a mutha fuckin' so u'se a gona,
now me 'n tha homies don' made it, i'm so elated, ohhh, Nah Nah na na Nah
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u might as well call me the lyrical miracle cuz here i go 'n i won't stop, till my mutha fuckin' casket drop an it ain't gon' be from no plastic glock
i don't know what else could be brutal, besides you pluggin' homey's fruit hole,
why'd you have to stoop so low, now i know, HOW low you CAN go,
now watch how i flow, cuz like Busta, you yellin' GIMME SOME MO',
now holll' up as i rolll up, m-16 tucked UP while u sippin' on a fruit CUP,
no need to holla SUP cuz your ass'd up, toss'd up, u bein' pass'd UP,
not alot goin' good in da hood, u should think before you plug wit ur wood,
if u could, i know u would move to San Fran where u think lifes grand,
let mother fucka'z hit cha in the back of your grand am, damn man,
how can u floss guys jocks with an open hand, in ur youth this wasn't ur plan,
while u done grown up man, but shit homey i still don't understand,
well u banned and if u come round here ur gonna be canned,
guns bust crazy like BLAM, bitch get gon' for u get slammed,
this for them homo's fakin', hatin' on us cuz we makin' it an ain't takin they shit,
peace
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sooo, how-do-u, like me nowww//
i've got 2 stars, considered a G and have come so far//
not quite warren g but i want it all (all, all)//
down 4 the westcoast cuz them my boyz 'n we gon' ball (we gon' ball)//
when ur ris'n it's easy ta fall//
as long we got R homie'Z R backz gon' be away from the wall//
i'm feelin' way 2 tall like Wilt did// (Wilt Chamberlain)
got my brim tilted, cup tipped//
not from down south but the purple is be'n sipped//
good to bad, bad to good, no wonder we tripped//
well gotta go just had to let my brain flip//
keep the peace as you dip 8)
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not really on one necessary topic but just fell like thingz is goin' my way or atleast turn out, peace
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i'm white but not the new eminem//
im'a still be plata-nem (platinum)//
my rhymes are what's happenin'//
i see yall tryna come back again//
but my crew sick an we bat'n em//
gatz we pack'n em//
faces, we crack'n em//
bitches, we smack'n em//
the script i'm flippin'//
'n yes this the new jag you sittin' in//
now get in except you boy, u ain't fit in//
shit yall must be tripp'n//
dick'n round, that'll only get you shot ta tha ground where i'm found (where i'm from-WHAT!)//
bitch you wanna clown, come back an be down//
we a leave ya in the underground, face down (FACE DOWN!)//
baby we playaz an we get around, leavin' u behind//
middle fingers in the air to remind-ya, dont you dare//
and that ain't the scare, wait till the cru' finds you//
i hope god don't carry a grudge or else it's probably a sludge hamma/
jail cells-tha slamma's//
hehe u can find me, chillin' b, sippin' on daquri's//
personally i might be a little quiet//
don't mean i won't fuck ur bitch an cause a riot//
u yellin' kamikaze? i'm the pilot//
i'm'a put more holes in ya 'n slim ya worse then a anorexic bitch on a diet (dont try it)//
mutha fucka'z think b4 u try it, awwww shiit shit//
hehe pointless rhymes whatever takes to clear my mind,
if it wasn't for rap perhaps i'd be packin' the straps??
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this a lil' somethin' to make an old post new,
u hesitate my lyrics till they come hot out the toasta, like pheww,
hop'n du' (dude) don't roast ya or diss nephew,
man fuck u, im'a pull up in the ferrari testarosa,
makin' more hits then sammy sosa,
the most brah, you not even close huh,
careful cuz i got killers an they close to yuh,
one wrong step 'n its buh-bye,
mutha fucka, u just got shot in the eye,
my boys ain't even drive by,
they just walk'd on by, let they shit fly,
ain't no regrets next time dont act sly,
cuz now look where u lay, shoulda just act shy 'n stay put,
well now you got shook 'n if i had a beat this would be rocked off tha hook
but fa now u just gotta look
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this is my playground til i'm lay'd down//
someone gotta rep 'n stay down//
keep yall clown'z on lock down//
gettin' bitchez out they gown 'n on cock//
grab the homiez 'n mob the town, represent'N 6 ta tha glock//
u ain't a king, pass me that crown//
don't frown, u had ta get got//
u should be lucky we ain't had ta bust a shot// ...
haha fuck my brain's on rot, piece till i got a thought
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i see yall tryn'a jump in a crew//
what u need help? i thought u could schoo'//
but if i were you, i wouldn't except u if u were duplicated into 2//
i ain't no foo, thats y i remain a mystery till im history//
yall no how the city mentions me lyrically legendary//
now this is how u can picture me//
a young g, alone 'n on his own//
writin' rhymes as i roam//
do'n my dirt all by my lone-some//
rollin' so-lo, so i know you don't want some//
now i'm trail off and hum... da di da da umm..//
now bring the drum back cuz i ain't feelin' that//
can't let my shit flow wack so i keep my knowledge stacked//
brains packed and ready to unwrap a new DON//
mutha fuckaz bring it on, it's white chocolate till i'm gone//
a lyrical poet till i'm head strong 'n you dont want none
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looks like another tradegy//
another homey gone from me//
knew the kid since we were lil' BG'z//
kickin' it in elementary 'n runnin' tha streetz//
now he clapped, even tho he laughed at the heat//
still those bullets can't be beat//
if u consider life a treat you best be cautious when u meet death//
one slice of ur juggular an he's got ur last breath//
what u gon' say when ur last hours have left//
now ur life's been stolen like homicidal theft//
if u dont wanna rest in peace floss that knowledge//
make sure u acknowledge ur deft with tha glock squeezin' that trigger//
i know u be hatin' when u get holes in ur Hilfiger//
becareful fo' u get disfigured//
this goes out to them boyz lost 'n ain't figured we they wuz crossed//
peace homeboys, fallen soulja's, all yall gon' cuz u stunt'n wit jack frost
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these bitchaz get upset after i'm done getting 'em wet,
but you know i'm a vet and they can't let go,
cuz why? cuz she's a hoe, you know she's hoe,
'N a hoe can't stay away from Clay, they need the solution,
they can't wait for evolution so i fill them with my pollution,
nothin' but pure corruption fillin' 'em, up 'n down with no interupptions,
till she feel the wrath of my eruptions, yall gurls know u need'n sumthan',
like Drag 'n Eve "i got what u need" 'n u need what i got,
ladies don't hesitate on that thought
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*scratched* drizz drizz, dizzOP it
1, 2, 3,
it's white chocolate baby,
comin' through on the M-I-C,
so white i'm blind ta see,
let me show you how i emcee,
*DJ scratching*
now not old school but this written for yall that schools,
mutha fucka rappin' THINKIN' he's cool,
the words he got sprayin' leave him layin' a fool,
i come harder then a bullet shoved in ur stool (ass),
but fuck that shit i'd rather pistol whip this bitch wit my tool,
now let's switch it up to moet sippin' at the pool,
me the lyrical poet, pen 'n pad in hand, trippin' cuz some don't understand,
but like Nas "i know I Can",
an sport'n Nikes i CAN "just do it",
here i am-with a sample cuz i hear yall shout'n "show it",
i come quick off the draw when i flow it,
don't front yall thugs 'n bitchez know it
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jus' like M Dogg i'm callin' time out,
i gotta rhyme out, get buck wild out,
when u ballin' you gotta shout,
you others bail out,
jus' 5'9 so i'mm not 2 stout,
come through my hood we-turn that ass out,
this my paper route,
go on for u catch a blood clout,
u ask how? like this now, pow,
gun shots ta duck holy cow,
(haha) "how u like me now",
u still gon' give me attitude an raise ya brow,
ya bitch ass is goin' down,
n' i dont mean like ya gurl when i tossed her tha crown,
i'll turn-uh happy punk a frown,
ain't got time ta clown when i come around,
i gotta make my sound, get daps an pounds,
snap picturaz as bitchaz spread mounds,
(haha) thats how we get down in my hometown
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here's what happens when i fuck around with my thoughts, i make a chorus :P haha
(chorus)
look at the sky so clear,
put my ear to the ground knowing anyday it could rain,
cuz when i turn around there's always gon' be pain, (pain)
i wonder what there is ta gain, look an there's death again,
again again, it don't stop even when there's no rain, i feel ya pain
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hey man you got some really good raps up in here.
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thankz bro
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yeah
good raps... good raps
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thankz yo,
if yall just have little keys or just wanna bust a couple bars out, feel free ta drop 'em, thats all i do on here, free to yall y'know
peace 8)
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eh.. i was bein sarcastic..
ill drop some bars in here though maybe we could get like a long term battle goin
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whatever then, sarcasim or not yall can drop ur thoughts up in here like im going to continue ta do
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she grew up an innocent gurl,
face blessed an glistenin' like a pearl,
now she hit the wrong crew, watch her world twurl,
here comes the swirl, friends an family gone, now she know it's on,
the stress hit strong, another victim, another memory,
i could hear deep inside uh her, hollar'n.. remember me,
fadin' physically, cocaine reach the brain,
now here comes the downfall uh rain,
tha caine brang more strain 'n more pain,
to hard ta maintain now she hooked an goin' insane,
had everythang ta gain, who'duh thought life could stain 'n drain,
the pressures chain an claim, the gurl metamorphed 'n got lost in tha game,
2 much suffered in the change,
she try to re-uhrange but 2 duhranged,
the exchange of luv 2 strange,
now how to free her from the cage, is my only question,
throat full uh rage as i'm guessin',
could i have changed her path or taught a lesson?
her life gone an now i'm messin',
wonderin' if my life coulda been her blessin'?
so in uh-dittion to yah gurl, peace cuz u miss'n,
the ambition of life's suspucion got me wishin',
who should we be testin' bout the bullshit we be stress'n?
lord i've got so many questions...
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i'm always predicting what these haters try inflictin,
injectin' nothin' but some bulllshit,
i dont care if u man or bitch u still gon' get hit,
jealous i'm making my way legit, u steady fallin',
u can't stand it, u ain't sellin' time ta quit,
nothin' left so u bit the bullet from the trigger,
i got one-duce shotty, an u wanna call me a wigga,
*POW* ur the next john gotti, go figga,
looks like i just got myself some new hilfigga'z,
i got tru body digga'z,
we strategize as we snipe ya'z, you despitful mutha fuckaz,
suckaz an all, yall know u can't handle the ball,
i got Rundle against my wall, u know we bout tha brawl,
mental fucakz make ya crawl, but stall that,
i'm smashin' yall cats fuck bats,
we backin' it up wit gats,
u know who yall are that deserve tha body splats,
all i can say is rat ta tat tat, youll get yours, face down,
what comes around goes around
(haha MUTHA FUCKAZZZ)
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i just write what i think, dont sink any thought,
just what i've learned cuz its yearned ta be taught,
wisdoms what fought 4 me, so wisdoms gon' be what i rep, ya see, thats just how i emcee
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together better, my words become juicy an wetter,
look at this as i rep my Rundle sweater,
seen this bitch so u know i had ta sweat-her,
feelin' down like i'm from tha gutter,
sometimes it's all gravy mixed wit a bit of butter,
what the fuck is this, might as well mutter,
haha this sounds worse then a retarded kid wit a stutter
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im vocabulizin', while u sittin' dumb not realizin,
u can tell im strategizin',
look in my eyez'n u'll see tha info i send,
it's kinduh a trend, i mend my words to offend,
then laugh while u try ta defend,
u know u've reached the end when u can't comprehend,
watch as i bend then blend the lesson i lend,
my lyrics ain't yo friend
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whoa this boy on fire,
time for me to step aside an retire,
haha im a good liar,
im fin' ta hire tha entire aftermath ta clear my path,
look at Ja feel the wrath of a mutha fuckin' blood bath
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u think this is pressure, gee whizz,
i've shot more jizz on her face an dresser,
these words are makin me think lesser,
got me crazy like uncle fester, this ain't no tester,
i got this shit crisp like a toaster,
never up an down like a roller coaster,
im the hip hop boaster, u see my picture on the posters,
check the beamer roadster it's on my roster,
actin silly like a redhead foster-child,
wild temper got ya ready 2 dismember,
the whole swollen member ember,
just wait till the assassination in decemeber,
that's why im the #1 contender,
i finish the game, i'm tha ender
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here'z anotha from the wicked emcee,
i hear you out there wantin' ta flow with me,
you likin' the way my raps iz on key,
the way i keep it G all day an everday,
i'm always here ta play cuz (HEYYY) like $hort Dogg "I Can't Stay Away"
lettin' my brain stray is like NWA was without DRE,
that's some shit u jus' hate ta say,
somethin' worse then seein' ur best friend turn gay,
im'a stay rhymin', keep my thoughts'a climbin',
when tha mind block hits im'a crush that shit,
keep my mind legit cuz free is the only way it's gotta be
just a little to keep my mind in check
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damn it's May, can't time just stay,
i need to bang out an play,
i need ta chill an lay,
where's time an why it ain't stay,
ain't no guessin' what's gon' be blessin me in thee yrz ta come,
my future ain't seem a positive one, shits been hell from day 1,
so for me its twenty-one gun salute,
yall takin' shit need ta be mute,
like Nas say they shoot'N shits gett'N crazzayy day by day,
one thing left ta say is where's my way?
is my faith gon' be taken from gun spray?
cuz I KNOW, when they come my way,
the bullets intended for Clay ain't gon' be no stray, it's on forever an a day,
but one day, just one day, we'll all gon' "get away" ("get away") *1
lord why can't ya let time stay (stay)?
peaze
it's white chocolate aka clay all day till the bullet take me away
*1 = sample from Mobb Deep - Get Away
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when i'm leavin' u ain't even seein' a G,
ain't even believe'N in me,
it's sorta like a mystery,
looks like i'm free ta flee but happy is the least ya C,
when i'm gone i wonder will yall be missin' me or rememberin' this G,
dissin' me for being down with a different scenery,
yall some potheads stuck on that greenery,
ain't no wigga in me, this is me, im exactly what u C, ya C,
color, skin ain't shit cuz i still taken ur missy,
ain't even have her gettin' tipsy ta peep them big ol' titties,
the flow is off, im droppin off with that nitty gritty,
dont care for no pitty pitty, bored an feelin' shitty shitty
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straight off the mutha fuckin' dome,
when i rip rhymes home, flip mic-ruhphones
switchin' sly tones, fly rides, westsiddeee
lyricical highrise, advise-i'm wise, sex lies,
be scared of my size, in between them thighs, i rise
emotions to the skies, so great i can see it in ur eyezz,
surprised from ur replies, game i supplies,
happiest if i dies but lets revise my demise,
im on a verbal uprise, no denies,
time to end this with bye byezzzz
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Anger:
im god sent so i tried to repent from violence,
my anger couldn't stay fenced,
some shit got me tensed,
i try hard, so hard to keep it condensed,
i've tried knowledge, common sense but ain't no shit like it when it gets amense,
i use muzik as my defense, how long can it herd the tempramental offense?
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I liked that last verse bro, I can really relate to the subject matter. Good shit.
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thankz bro, propz is much appreciated
usually these kinda things are my topic when my brain isn't in writers block hehe
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The Future Is So Questionable
straight outta writers block sick of my brain being locked//
pull out some usual shit i'd keep stocked 'n shelf'd//
my thoughts iz my healf (health)//
fuck wealf (wealth) and a wife//
i'm just livin' my life, a legend immortalized by lyrics//
tho at times so explicit when i envision it//
this iz just the way i live it//
can you hear it, feel it, breath it 'n believe in it//
only thing left is the future an it's crazy how i'm fore see'n it//
some say a genius the way i'm detail'n it//
to hell wit spellin' it, pure imagery the way i'm sell'n it//
reality won't even be able to repeal from it//
the only exit'z through my lyrical predictions//
so close it'll expose life as more then just fiction?//
where do we go after life's confliction of disconnection?//
am i heading for one big complicational intersection?//
what's the purpose of life's existence 'n is there any extension to our exstinction?//
last but not least what are we facin' during our final destination?//
peace to the NATIONS of millions with dreams of successful full-fillment
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relax what? i think i need X-lax,
my tracks so solid the stores can't keep 'em stacked,
sold out an bumped in crack shacks,
internet kids got my album remixed an hacked,
i can't backs down cuz i'm going from vinyl to 12 inch wax,
fuck non fiction this is straight facts, yall lacks my skill wacks is your skill, tryn'a kill me but like Ludacris i ACTS a Fool,
flippin middle fingers towards you,
snappin' fingers at yo boo like come herre,
smurr (smear) that lipstick but don't touch my gurr (gear),
u think i'm trippin', i know u grippin' an nurr (near),
i ain't scurred but i'm sure ya fear me,
i hear ya cryin' G (haha) bitch shed ya tear,
keep fuckin' with me an won't see next year, ya hear
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im turning snow inta rocks,
puttin' money in my socks, hide that shit in my dresser box,
damn look at my new nike shox, gamin' it up on x-box,
made them in less then 12hrs tickin' on da clockz,
runnin' up an down the blockz,
still here till i'm locked.. locked..locked,
never gon' happen tho cuz my glock stay cocked,
bet cha think twice for ya mock, 2 shots worse then 2 knocks to ya skull,
i haul nasty heat to make ya tingle from head ta feet,
ain't halloween but i steal ya trick an then treat ya with my word play so lyrically neat,
now bounce to tha beat
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gangsta, poet, ain't matter i still flow it,
no point talking shit cuz u know it,
treat ya like a hoe when i throw ya in it,
bust so hard u'll have facial fits, cure ur zits,
make u a bitch an grow tits,
so unbelievable it's to hard when it hits,
too hot to handle bitch get mits,
this enuff i'm out to calm my spits
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like Em my words are weapons,
bring em steppin' when i'm reppin',
so hot got all these bitches streppin',
i mean strippin', wet 'n drippin,
this for my homey's come sit-in,
the sippin's on me cuz I see ca$h ba-by,
sometimes called lil' Sha-dy cuz Clay-be White 'n CraZZyyy,
mind sometimes ain't right but that don't phase me,
cock suckers can't be hustlers if they lazy,
put me on stage G, i'll try not to freeze,
rap slow an low so these bro's catch ZZZZZ,
got they hoe's 'n ladiez lost in the ease of my lyrical breeze,
can't resist when i'm drapped in khakeess an white tee's,
it's white chocolate droppin' infinite keys, please believe,
throwin' up one love as i leavezz
peazzeeee
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just a lil' somethin' somethin' i thought after replying to concrete's thread
when u need, indeed i'll be there when u call,
my thoughts always on tha ball,
i know when ur backs against the wall,
u need something otha then a path down a dark hall,
i hope to be the 1 you call an all, i want to be ur reason u can stand tall,
when u mad 'n wanna brawl, holla before you fall,
i'll help you shout fuck-it-all, don't hestitae or wait, this from me 2 yall
one luv
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just a lil' somethin' off the top
First keystyle//
First fresstyle//
Just a lil' somethin' to show you W.C.'z style//
Haven't been in this game a long while but like D.O.C.//
Everythangs gon' G-aright, sippin' gin gon' kick my feet up ta night an keepin' it G for L I F an E//
A bit simplistic you see but reality is all my writing B//
Don't spit any other cuz i want yall feelin' me//
Now that was just a wack intro a little to show ya how a flow//
Now let me show you the miracle lyrical one that praise son//
Not Nas but i got myself a gun//
When i go out it ain't 1 Luv show i'ma push an shove till i got my glove on Everythang i love//
Just something soft and simple like a dove beautiful and sent from above//
Thats what this Emcee be made OF
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i just wanna start this shit off with a FUCK OFF,
fuck you bitch, fuck you hoe, yall cunt's can give me blow,
tired of these bitchez talkin' shit when they know they just a hoe,
FUCK YOUUU *echoes*
now here we go, i'ma let this shit flow cuz fuck a bitch 'n fuck a hoe,
Big Syke know they come 'n go like the wind blows,
i show 'em so cuz i gotta worry bout the po po, fuck a bitch an fuck a hoe,
back to the basics tho, i hate slutty faced hoez,
let pimp smacks erase 'those,
my pro'z got yall froze, <u knowzzz> no anticipations,
frustrations is pacin' got me actin' a pyschotic mental patient,
brains racin', chasin' with hen, coke 'n rye, ain't no lie,
white chocolate ain't no bitchez guy,
u see me an think i'm shy,
in the back u peep me cuz i'm lookin' fly,
last thing u wanna do is look me in my eye,
nice blue and beautiful, full of passion, lust an anger,
so confusing you can't help but cry, ain't no laughter,
don't want no one close so i got you callin' me that BASTARD,
i've got u figured out already can't be done none faster,
u came with ur full game an still got plastered,
u just gon' face disaster tryin' 2 master me,
simply a mysterious mystery Clay be,
u finally think u got me, had me,
back to the beginning cuz u dont even know me, therefore u can't c me,
don't even bother tryin' ta show me, u ain't nothin' but a hoe ta me,
now yall know how this go when u been snuffed by a hoe, let it flow
fuck you bitch, fuck you hoe, yall cunt's can give me blow,
tired of these bitchez talkin' shit when they know they just a hoe,
FUCK YOUUU *echoes*
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nice shit white, im feelin' it. shits dope
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thanks bro,
this is my place where i just drop whatever, y'know,
can't keep it inside gotta let it go,
all my thoughts and anger defused when i use an abuse this thread,
fuckin' rights ya heard what i said,
basically just a lil somethin' to show you what this thread is bout y'know
yall can drop shit to if ya want, i'm keep this bumpin' wit every thought, every rhyme no matter who reads it or doesn't lets me clear my mind y'know
peazeeee
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here's another one yall, White-Chocolate never falls
all yall hype done got the best of me,
dropped off 'n beat the shit outta the rest of me,
i'm bless'd ya C, ya feelin' tha rest uh my Keys,
a bit simplistic but realisticly i'm killin' thoughts sadisticly,
my aim is strictly for yall who listen G,
let my lyrics free they soul lyrically from they mess,
nothin' more or nothin' less, not cocky but keying could i be the best?
am i be blessed? cuz up 'n down, thru stress 'n less, a lot of shit has been digest,
but whatever tha quest, i always make it back around with some sound for ur chest 'n some food to injest,
but let's say until diamond rings 'n finer things i guess we guess if i am blessed?
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nice shit dogg.....i feel ur shit man...its real deep shit, i like the one about bitches...tight game homie.
anyways man keep this shit goin, i might dopa lil verse once or twice
peace..........one
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^^ ya man feel free to drop whenever ya want
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been a few days, months or whatever but clever emcee's never cease up, looks like the sites back up or atleast for me ya see so her comes White-C, yall know me...
Guess who's back, back again,
W to tha C, it's White Choc baby,
Now tell a friend (a friend)
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..
fuck an intro, gotta start this again an spit flow,
hit it off a lil simplistic bro, y'know thats how i go,
soo..... *echoes*
i'ma let ya know i'm here,
put fear in those who ain't drunk enuff beer,
quit talkin' shit and come here,
i wanna holla somethin at yo ear,
tell ur bitch to leave from round here,
what's this bitch retarded? lookin' like britney spears,
fuck it, snap the fingers and the bitch runs near,
it's clear i'm the ladies man with this smear of lipstick on my solijah gear,
kinda ol' skool pimpin' when i swing the caddy from round the rear while gettin' head and tryin' ta steer,
shit there goes the police in my rearview mirror,
siren's screaming nearer an nearer,
po-lice face gettin' clearer an clearer,
bitch flash them titties and will be free-er-then free,
cop talkin' shit like he dont know who i be,
yells to my bitch freeze, so i holla ease-ON-up,
c'mon partner u want this gurl, whats up?
faggot told me to shut the fuck up,
then i knew i had to bust him up,
razor to the face and dude was cut up,
shit was just tryin' to help homey get a nut,
looks like our lucks run out,
more police pull up an it's a shoot out,
time to pull the straps out,
me an the bitch on the firin' route,
2 thousand 3 bonnie an clyde bustin' hot shots out the ride,
not jay-z cuz lil' bitch probably duck 'n hide,
but back to the story as we tuck out back tha ride,
*pap* *pap* cap for cap, no goin' back, man FUCK THAT!
amunition gone me an the bitch holdin' it down 2 strong,
2 deep, now i holla on the count of three leap,
she don't make it and left a heap on the street road,
almost ready to fold but holdddd up,
my boyz in the chevy rollll up 'n snatch me up,
windows bullet proof'd up, pass me the henny an a cup,
gone in the wind, letting me drop shit one more again,
just fen' to drop this story cuz i know yall need more of me,
fuck the police, i'm the glory
peace
haha sorry yall thought this shit be funny y'know how i do
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comin' again with hard sin,
ruthless raps dug up from within,
i bring a little bit more with every zing,
hate life at times but everything is everthing,
whether u rap or sing,
whether u bring the bling bling,
when u cling cling on the M I C.C.C..
yall never gon' see a more dedicated emcee then me,
unless u bring back Pac an the big homey Eazy-E,
it's not always easy to free your mind or be little the blind,
but if u wit me u gon' find a new kind when i grind,
it's always hustle everytime,
always something new in every line, with every rhyme,
i dont know how i breach for another reach of chime,
but i guess when u silent like a mime, things hit u a lil' ever-ry time,
i might be only young in my prime,
but been through a lot an escaped the crime,
maybe just one time (one time) we can rewin',
pick up on a little an make certain things fine,
close the curtains with ur lady an dine,
sippin' some crystal clear champagne 'n wine,
all the the memories that some may never see during they life line,
so i leave u with my words to remin',
the love is there incline before its gon' 'n declined,
i just wanna be happy an able 2 define life while im reclined,
a simple design to re-align the things we left behind,
when we shine without killing or taking anothers mind,
but now we assigned to confined area's,
diseased baby carrya's,
ughh lets lead a break through these barrier's,
a little bit of lyrical incite to help fight shit that ain't right
One Luv
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tight shit dogg...fo real..thas why u get my keystyle vote
peace
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i guess yall forgot im blessed,
not the best but still i test,
puttin' out lyrical stress that got ur mind a mess,
take off that dress u a bitch in disguise,
i can see it in ur eyezzz, (ja rule sample)
i tried to told ya it's easy to spot ur liezzz,
all u hear is *pop* *pop* can't believe u surprised,
talking shit makes u an easy hit for alliez,
u know i can't deny'z it but u done fucked wit a straight ryda,
can't believe a mutha fucka stepped to meee,
dont want bitches or mon-ey,
i be collecting souls waiting to B freeee'd,
fuckin' with me best believe u gon' get gee'd,
left u dead bloody an soon to be diseased,
HIV on the blade they po-lease(police) ceased,
now i see why yall grieve after a night of fuckin' with W to tha C,
never givin' it up even after my L-I-F an E
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steep lenches i bring from the trenches,
famous players be comin' off my benches,
dont bless just pass my mentions, fuck nas,
im god son with my lyrical inventions,
my words will break the biggest tensions,
i bring this to a new level, a new dimension,
dont speak i put u on suspension,
peace and one 2 those down with lyrical lenchin's
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Once again its on, another song,
another thought, another lesson taught,
just ought ta let ya know, cuz when i spit, i flow,
got all yall goin crazy like WHOA!
I ain't tryin ta impress ya hoe, hell noo,
im just bein me bro,
bein real, tryin ta earn a meal and let cha know how i feel, i'd rather rap then pack the strap in the swole of my back, hah, that ain't no way to ack' now hold on as i bring it back, back on track more fucked up then when u on crack,
time to attack the mic,
dont be surprised when i got ya screamin yikes!
hotter then two dykes,
u wanna try to blow up wit me on the m-i-c, don't even bother i know who yall bitches be,
u better have ur min' right,
right now cuz im gon' come at u like POW, holy shit,
what now son?
i hate to say this but like Jet Li i am 'THE ONE'
Til' next one, son, im on the run..
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Whats up? No replies haha now theres some lies,
i got replies and these ones for my allies,
yall weak mutha fuckaz tellin' lies,
i depise that shit i see in yall eyes,
watch your bitch im on her thighs,
how long will it take for u to realize ur demise,
ain't no suprise, u can't see me on the rise?
Lies lies, its time for another episode of family ties,
cuz i fries ur family when u badger me,
don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers cuz im on come up quicker n sicker then yall dick lickers,
but ima leave u netceez unhearda tryna copy my shit, create your own hit, but u wanna copy and be me,
that ain't some safe shit,
u dont even know who im down wit,
but I’ve had enough of it, keep it real with ur own shit
Peace....
This goes out to yall stealing peeps raps,
perhaps u should pick up on ur game for fame,
lame weak dick bastards, yall fuck with me and get plastered
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some shit i gotta get offa my chest,
s'bout them gawkin honkys tryina test,
why they look n stare while i feed'em a glare,
keep lookin if u got blood to spare, WHAT,
put ur hands back in ur pocket u aint got it , t
he balls to throw a right hook at a face n sock it,
u's a bitch n u walk n u talk it,
i'ma bust a nut bullet to ur chest, COCK back ,
refull it , open ur mouth for a taste test,
see this man's HOOD is the best,
u fiendin that shit waitin to gobble up the rest, scrapin it up off the rug, this rhyme goes out to that sardis bitch that was in london drugs,u aint readin this but FUCK YOU YOU DUMB CHUG, KEEP LOOKIN AN I"MA DROP U TO YO FUCKIN KNEES, LEAVE YOU SHOOK'N BEGGIN LIKE A BITCH, PLEASE, BUT I WON"T SPARE YA , SPLIT YOU N HALF N PAIR YA , FUCK WITH ME I DARE YA , MY SHITS SO HOTA , I"M LIKE 400 DEGREESHA, N RHYMIN LIKE JUVINILE WIT DEEZHA
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a bit slow to reply these days but don't think i'm gone, im still here, something a bit new, thought i'd drop for yall, u know how i do.
So u think u ready for game?
a damn shame how just 3 bars got yall minds scarred n feelin barred,
its time for the lyricalist spit fest,
the rest just left with bout thirty to they vest probably in they chest,
no point to invest in a vest,
when i come through on a test i want brains,
which probably explains why ur feelin pains,
tryin to stay in n maintain those strains n sprangs im causin to ur brains,
time to aims for the head again blast till u dead,
haha ya thats what the fuck i said,
im just here to make yall dread, collect my bread,
enough said i want ur bitch spread on my bed givin me head,
fuck it, instead let's have her an her family force feed my cock till they dead,
mouths all drop? was it somethin i said, fuck it, im helpin' keep yall fed
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nothing special on this but thought i'd write it for them regonized emcee's, maybe even one day it'd relate to me
Wait Wait on the hate hate,
it's time to cut ourself some new fate fate,
isn't this shit great great,
the echo i send through my flow yo,
its "TREMENDOUS",
I suspend this-ice on my wrist with a twist i gleam through the scene,
ain't actin mean but i like to stack my green knaImean,
me and my team finally seein our dream,
as we lean up against the concrete streets that give us our beats,
make yall jump to yall feets,
givin' us cheddar for eats, greets by the fine ladies who use ta act shady,
funny how i got gravy 'n now ladiez, life's so shady,
they come runnin' when some buddy pays me,
girls let me rub they chi chi's,
yall look up to me as 'n OG when i use to be considered a BG,
haha life is funny to me,
once a bg to an og, cracka to 'n emcee,
no love to yall feelin' me, shits crazy, can't u see, geeyeah
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Yall gon' feel this,
it's funny how when you need help to focus, it blows up, like hocus pocus, bogus thoughts, thought out till ur mind busts out like a dust drout on the paper of some lame one hit caper unable to keep up on his paper,
its time for that shit to get hit up on a contract, time to sign that,
make your skrilla (gotta make that skrilla) times are gettin reala,
i know this so i feel ya when ur stackin cheddar,
it ain't matter if u from sardis or vedder,
where-ever it is, it's gon' get better, this yall letter,
header on down an dip through my strip,
we chillin' but ain't nobody packin' empty clips on they hips,
but we'd rather get ill tippin' OE to our lips then bust clips,
no need to trip unless its on the highway to somewhere, where?
cuz IM aware theres a place out there,
even tho when i look around all i see is stares n glares,
this bullshit got me ready to flare,
yall mutha fuckaz best beware of what ppl tell ya is out there,
play it kool and dont act a scare,
stare ur enemies in they face 'n put ur pistol in the air, yea, I dont care (care) creative raps is rare, so no need to tear out your hair..
scream WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK, WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK (what!)
We don't care, Hates out there, can't ya smell that shit in the air...
peace
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doesn't look like there has been much activity on here since the last time i visited so i figure i will drop something
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u think u've seen lyrical fits,
well u ain't seen nothing till u seen me takin' fat shits on fat chicks,
upset cuz i ain't give em no dick,
all flubbery an sick,
damn Nelly how can u like em thicky thicky thick,
that shits sour like ick:S
that shits to big to lick,
ain't no way im gon' hit, thats it, bitch face it
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haha sorry just thought i'd drop some comedy for yall
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^^thanks for makin me laugh :D
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^^thanks for makin me laugh :D
haha anytime, thanks for the comment
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ya it's yo brother with another one of them lyrically get downs for ya to smother.
Enough of the fun n games,
its time to get my name back in the game,
my aim in this game is to supply my allies with truth not lies,
all u spies that depise me n deny me,
playin lies on me are still fly to me but if u wanna make it G,
u better get ur ride or die sweater,
its gon' be ruff n if u don't stay mind tuff u gon' get stuffed in a casket,
don't fuck with plastic, get the cash legit,
u never know when u gon' get hit, it's crazy how shit splits in an instant, inconsistant thoughts have u at a distance,
so persistant it's got the innocence of infants existance in the presence,
its felt hard enough to melt hearts leavin' welts,
like an accident without seat belts, now how's ppl's lifes dealt,
get ur money belt but don't forget to strap ur safety belt,
we don't need anymore hearts melted
... just something on the real...
... just a little somethin i wanted to spill,
... Ya im back with the real,
I hope yall feel the real deal
a bit loose but i was fiendin to drop somethin,
u know i keep it poppin'
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Just bumpin' some Pac an Eazy so i thought of this an haven't dropped in a bit
I bring the ill noiZe, wit my boyz, settin up decoys,
drivin' roys (rolls) royce on 20 inch alloyz,
how u like my noiZe,
got ya froze hoez tryna get with my bro'z i mean us pro'z,
u'll never hear the beats i chose froze i mean freeze,
ull just hear some thug shit at ease,
big up 2 eazy-e an all the real g's,
big up to Pac packin' glocks, (RIP) got thug life on lock,
to bad time goes by tick tock,
they hits will never stop even with new shit on drop,
i ain't tryna knock the new one's up, cuz it's our turn 2 creep up on tha come up,
one luv
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8) WORD UP HOMMIE,
I see your still bustin raps,madd props B 8)
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^^ thanks B, i hope to see u droppin' some lines in here or just droppin some shit, peace
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To The Top is where u'll see this performa,
then i'll out perform ya,
make ya the next bench warma 4 for the dude that sings informa,
jusss, writtin this 2 warn ya,
jusss, warmin up 2 storm ya,
lyrics so lethal they'll swarm ya,
so hard they'll deform ya like a transforma
just a little somethin new from me to u, peace
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just was listening to G-Unit - I'm So Sorry and thought of this...
looking for some gurls to hug,
aint wastin no thug passion but ill still have em screamin an gaspin,
if they cute they be gigglin an laughin now its time to pass em,
love to love em then leave em,
never tease em cuz i'd rather be pleased by em,
(haha) im sooo sorry, bitches ain't shit ta men,
i'm sooo sorry...
i wanna take the time out to apologize to you guys that we took ur gurls,
(haha) im sooo sorry...
well actually im not cuz i love the glory but u understand tha story
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.. Against all Odds..
against all odds like being tossed infront of firing squads,
running the streets earning wads of cash,
running the streets learning to hustlin an whip a lil' ass,
u'll see me with tha gas mashed as i pass by an laugh,
another run, another blood bath,
pullin guns for fun but ignorant to the wrath,
thought i was the top dogg till some rugged mutha fuckas stepped in my path,
now gats an bats pulled, 2 bad the rookies didn't do they math,
cuz now my homey's roll'd up leavin the scene shook like Shady an Aftermath,
we continue to blast past wonderin who will last,
bullets an bodies droppin fast,
among the mess n mass there crew becomes tha outcast,
going against all odds is just another thing of the past
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not bouncin' back but for sure you'll see me bustin' back,
i'm yelling, bring it on mutha fuckaz, bring it on,
messin wit me cuz i ain't got-no Louis Voutton on,
bring it on mutha fuckaz, bring it on,
this shit sure sounds like some shit in a Lil' Jon song but NAH your dead wrong,
bitch, i said dead wrong, mutha fuckaz its on,
i can't stop-won't stop, white-choc puttin' it down 4 hip hop,
i got it on lock down, like the G's pop on the block when they clown,
come on mutha fuckaz get down, or get on mutha fuckaz get gone
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i use to think my homeboy's came first, second and third,
until i heard the punk nerd scwobble behind my back,
what type of shit is that,
this suppose to be a friend? how am i suppose ta react?
thats the exact shit im on,
no matter what, enuff money n hoes then they B gone,
it's ashame but thats y when u see me, u'll see me ready 2 ryde n die alone,
i know its on, i'm trying to move on an slow the roam,
trying to kick my feet up an create a happy home
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*new shit* *new shit* WHAT!!
i'ma call this -"Lynch By Inch" Re-discovered-
im like brotha lynch, lyrically lych'n everytime im inch'n up on YA,
everywhere u go iz "everywhere i go",
i'm bustin down yo doo', "i break YA-loccs",
OH now what u called the cops, all i see is red an bluue,
now they "tried to shoot", they missed an for all its worth,
its the return of "spydie's birth",
now ur left to wish an hope, might as well get 2 writin ur "suicide note",
now im asking any last shouts (what?), then peace out *gun shots*
*decided to make a rap of the dope tracks i just heard of the Brotha Lynch - Lynch By Inch CD.
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still here, jus a lil somethin something
One day at a time got me thinking up in this mind & still makin this rhyme,
None of yall know what’s in this head of mine,
don’t even bother figuring it out either
Just sit down and take a breather,
listen ta my shit and relax, no one needs to act’z
Just chillll.. (ha-ha yuh feel)
But anyway, i'm bound to write some shit ppl will play,
they bound ta repeat and feel tha hot beat,
it’s gonna be a long one in the 2G’z
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jus a lil key for the ladiez
we got vanilla, with a mix of ice to chill ya,
next in line the chocolate sauce to thrill ya now its spilled upon ya slow-uh-ly,
so when we lust its perfection done so thoroughly,
done with trust, u and i together, satin sheets is a must.
take it slow an we can go till the condom desinagrates,
till the love an hate waste away,
it's my appreciation for the sexy way u be teasin me all day,
and i'm a leave it this way cuz ur the only one who knows i like it that way.
i'm here to stay
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pretty dead in here, lot i'd start adding to my thread again.
i ain't no hater, words an idea's spoken greater,
possibly someone's saviour,
so i guess u could say im doing the world a favour,
id love to jump on stage if i was braver but maybe later,
spit it so hot got ur gurl becoming a daily masturbater,
step in the door with the now an later gators, i got her passing on the vibrator,
just here to add another favour, drop some unique flavour
one luv an fuck the haters.
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pretty dead in here
word, there's only like 4 or 5 active keystylers
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just some little shit i thought i'd post up for the hell of it.
ravers and fantasies can only lead to one thing an thats antsy xtacy addicts, dancing up havoc, lovin to them is almost automatic, damn sounds like that X, i gots ta have it
like Jay i got so many gurls around the world i gotta rep em by city,
from abby to vancity, young ta old, so so ta pretty, i even got a few with red hair that nitty gritty, titties big to itty bitties what a pitty a gurl would dip that shitty for a twenty or a fifty anyway, i got em in a jiffy but the future is iffy like the life of ken griffey
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just some little shit i thought i'd post up for the hell of it.
ravers and fantasies can only lead to one thing an thats antsy xtacy addicts, dancing up havoc, lovin to them is almost automatic, damn sounds like that X, i gots ta have it
like Jay i got so many gurls around the world i gotta rep em by city,
from abby to vancity, young ta old, so so ta pretty, i even got a few with red hair that nitty gritty, titties big to itty bitties what a pitty a gurl would dip that shitty for a twenty or a fifty anyway, i got em in a jiffy but the future is iffy like the life of ken griffey
oh shit...he mention abby! 8)
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^^ ya i live by there, what u know about abby, u from there
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^^ ya i live by there, what u know about abby, u from there
nah, its my second home away from home...i live in surrey..but im there every other weekend man...i got some friends that live there
i just know that its getting browner and browner like here in surrey
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^^ ya i live by there, what u know about abby, u from there
nah, its my second home away from home...i live in surrey..but im there every other weekend man...i got some friends that live there
i just know that its getting browner and browner like here in surrey
well that's kool, good to know ppl from round here be up on this site.. u freestyle or write or anything?
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well gotta keep it droppin' hmm..
with all this creativity in me, there's always gotta be something for me to say for u ta see,
get it, cuz i bring it visually, try to keep it real as reality,
some might not but most be,
now enuff with the simplicity, let's get down like syndrome,
funky, lookin dumb on the dance floor jumping to the kick drum,
bass shakin, ass down earthquakin,
this verse for the boys in the clubs money makin,
2 ur crew fakin, tail chasin on extacy ur heart b racin,
now slow it down, sip that drink like u pacin,
i'm lacin thought, more unique skill then some got,
try to bring it hot with every trot, take ya out with every shot,
like bone u cant stop the body rott, body rott,
on that note, im hot while most not..... on this level,
when i get my weight up im going for the title of lyrical devil,
the new underground rebel, my audio based on bass 2 drown out ur treble,
but enuff this'll hold ur appetite, y'know its tite, hot an edible
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good shit dawg, i like how u continue doing ur thing.
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good shit dawg, i like how u continue doing ur thing.
Thanks bro, shits like therapy to me really. Keeps my mind in the right place at times. Plus shits just fun to drop at the sametime 8)
More yall should do some shit like this
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i feel like keystyling but really its just me freestylin on this keyboard,
so many rhymes stored in my mind, i find it hard to shard each idea,
each thought dropped makes me feel free-uh, so i'm off to the next line, see-yuh
line two, who woulda thought it'd take more then i knew ta do this one,
too think of something crisp and new i figured time to school my brain,
its probably due considering its doing me no good but growing insane,
every line heals my pain, everytime it helps me deal with the game,
my aim is doing fine cuz "i can feel it in air" like a re-invention by the mayne Sigel,
just trying not ta struggle an stay legal, but this worlds cold on the dome without my Beanie,
now life's got me workin against my enemy, haters spittin' venom cuz they wanna be me,
like Pac u mutha fuckaz can't c me.
peace n keep it lyrically sound
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^^ ya i live by there, what u know about abby, u from there
nah, its my second home away from home...i live in surrey..but im there every other weekend man...i got some friends that live there
i just know that its getting browner and browner like here in surrey
well that's kool, good to know ppl from round here be up on this site.. u freestyle or write or anything?
i joke around with friends when im drunk..thats it..otherwise..i leave this shit to people who are good lol
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^^ ya i live by there, what u know about abby, u from there
nah, its my second home away from home...i live in surrey..but im there every other weekend man...i got some friends that live there
i just know that its getting browner and browner like here in surrey
well that's kool, good to know ppl from round here be up on this site.. u freestyle or write or anything?
i joke around with friends when im drunk..thats it..otherwise..i leave this shit to people who are good lol
hah shit i c. kool kool, i use to do that then i just decided to start writing it up and now im working on getting better
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just was hitting the slow jams today so thought of some of this.. might turn it into a verse an do it on the mic
feeling trapped in a world so un-familliar
i'm just that regular joe with lil flow
from that place (where?) that place no one knows, y'know?
probably not but all the shit there i ain't forgot,
matter fact, its all i got, if i love it or not, its not forgotten
the ppl, they habits all rotten but still they'll be the last forgotten
i've been brought-in up with the know how & know when to scratt-in up,
so best believe times are tuff, i stillll keep my head up,
mutha fuckaz talkin shit, stillll get they lips busted up,
what the matter i hear, shut the fuck up,
i cant handle this on my own but i've been zoned alone so long its hard to move on,
i know i gotta roll on but where's my push,
no gurls here to tell me to calmn down like, hush (Baby its alright)
i'm still let down by these gurls an they puss,
its hard but maybe im not in a rush,
maybe hard times clear then u find ur crush
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tight...starts mellow and then kicks into 5th gear. nicely done
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thankz yo,
i was going to go mellow the whole way but i figured nahh cuz i got enuff shit like that already 8)
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im saying rest in piss and i dont mean like Lynch,
i mean 2 them players playing 6th man off the bench,
this ain't no Percy Miller rap, i done dug him a trench,
i done called coach an had him benched,
P's percentage is stench,
im throw'n in tha wrench ta fix the game,
checks my aim, ain't 50 but 100 percent i change it ta fame,
fuck jealousy coach keeps me in the game,
same jersey#6, same position with the new jordan kicks,
start till the games finishin', all i know how to do is win but if u want u can pretend ur teams on the other end,
in '05 it's ball till i fall an for yall its the end
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was listening to DMX - Good Girls, Bad Guys and this came out, it's not really the flow of the track but its kinda the same attitude. i might turn this into a song if i get time.
- Our Thing -
she said it could be our little secret thing,
now who woulda thought this thing could turn into a nasty thing,
but this something nasty had me ready to sing,
this something nasty had me steady climbing heights like a swing,
now who woulda thought this good thing could spin into a dirty something,
well it coulda been a thing till she blew it up!
never knew she'd blow it up, like damn!
man! her pleasure is now my pain,
her sunshine and treasures now my rain,
but this happens all to often to one and the same, (grrr)
it has me like damn gurl.. what the fuck!, dogg its a dirty game (shameless bitches! dogg, its a damn shame)
...well thats it for now
peace
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it's funny how gurls say I'm 2 grown 2 play hide & go get it,
yet they still hide it and want me to come get it,
always cautious before i fetch it,
then catch it, get it wet and hit it like they never had it,
then call me a sadist cuz they cant handle how i do it the baddest,
that ass callin an u know its the fattest,
always hit it the fastest so i can pass it grab another an mash on it,
even tho i can never say no an pass on it i just has ta grasp it,
play wit it till it has a fit an hear c'mon now stop it,
wait a minute an hop back in it (haha) keep punishing it till i win it,
always put up a fight till i have it tight an fitted like my dodgers cap flipped back,
an thats the exact shit i kick after im done checkin this tupac flick, yup thats it.
just another key from me after some late night tv
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it's 5 in the a-m,
i'm stayin' late cuz ain't no other way in,
nocturnal like thats "the way i am",
mind racin', nerves pacin',
eyes wide facin' a world uh sin,
livin' like im jus beginnin',
tryin' to forget we never gon be unforgiven,
deaths around the corner thats the only thing we given,
fortune an fame chosen to a few under the sun,
the rest shun an run in silence,
some take aim in the game uh violence,
we all need money fuh electronix an appliance, ain't no science,
time ta gather an make an alliance,
the under dogs risen,
we just gotta bring knowledge an supply 'em,
the rest we surprise 'em,
like Pac we want all eyez on them,
take a stand its time ta begin
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Continually doing my thang as DJ Clay when i'm on the mixin board,
as White Chocolate when im rippin these raps i keep stored,
im lyrically slippin verses when im bored,
c'mon let me buy u a 4 door somethin, an keep that pedal floored...
Here's a lil somethin more from my crews to your crews,
grab ur brews, im talkin to everyone, YES u 2,
my raps won't ever be thru and 2 who think this is tru,
2 words.. FUCK U,
I ain't trying TO cuss at.. you, you, or YOU, i thought cha knew,
All i grew with was that blue pen n pad,
thats all i had when i was mad or shit was bad,
but if, like Usher u got it bad,
dont think what you had, think what you have whether it be pen or pad, penny or dad
after that u musta been glad,
if not let it go cuz if u had it bad, someone else had it worse,
someone's family in a hearse, shit just flowin on like a curse,
hit the verse n reminisce 2 this,
cuz shit will always consist an twist round like a missed kiss,
dont dismiss what you miss,
there's always somethin good 2 this,
like swiss accounts or a wish granted without a discount amount
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Just like the prodical son i've returned to let this thread burn 8)
1-I ain't nothin' special, probably,
y it feels so lonely,
alone in this world probably,
y i'm still single 'n ain't been wit a gurl,
if i could twurl the bottle i'd hope it stopped on a better tomorrow,
something more happy, fuck the unlucky sorrow,
hoping better dayz may, shine on 2morrow with hope to borrow another tomorrow
2-I ain't nothin' special,
that's y i wrestle with my microphone,
will i be missed when my life's gone?
positive ain't where i live,
so it's hard to give a hundred 'n ten percent,
'n it's hard to keep ya head up while tryna repent from sin,
it's a constant struggle not ta give in,
either way i'm just tryin ta make it a win, win situation
like "Quik" me an tha boy rick doin' the "Fandango",
now here we go with a hangover,
stumblin' out tha range rover,
mad an feelin' sick with the click ready ta "Flip" like "Game Over",
Yup, yup it's "Game Over" unless we sober,
but like young "Hova" we callin' Kanye ova like rova,
"Jesus Walks" and now talks among us like a soulja,
an i'ma end with revenge to all who's acts is colda,
rememba the whispa in the wind can bend cornas,
don't let me catcha as a gona
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plz disregard this, ya boyz pissed heh
like Pac say "Only God Can Judge Me" 'n i feel god's judged me,
only problem is, i think god's got a grudge against me,
stepped out the door, fresh pressed khakis but a bus just splashed sludge all up on me,
now my ass lookin fudged out, derty an a purday bitch just past on by me,
and if i don't stop this rap the wack-ness will destroy me,
so mutha fuckaz it's no time to toy with me,
now that we steppin back to reality i'ma stop this simplicity,
get more explicity complexed like twistin' bitches necks for fraudulent cheques,
what's next after snapping necks an collecting cheques,
i continue to flex like a funk master after ur ex,
shit let me get back to being complexed, i freestyled this so it honestly should be something yall wrecks
sets fire 2 an burns with desire too, who woulda thought, who woulda knew,
i'd be so high an drop somethin that blew
no if i was the mighty "RULE" i'd say let's just keep this "between me and you",
well screw this before i get dissed and my name dismissed from the game,
laughing like what a shame dude flipped 'n dipped on something lame,
i'ma peace and be back with something that'll stain ya brain
haha fuck, sorry yall, this is what happens when ur the opposite of sober trying to force freestyles
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just a tiny somethin' i thought was catchy
I'ma silent assassin' (Shhh),
Smashing ur glass, takin' ur cash, stash & whippin' the eye witnesses ass when questions R asked (Shhh),
Mutha fucka no words shall pass (Shhh) (Shhh),
No words shall pass (Shhh),
U better run up fast or i'm pistol whippin' that ass,
It's a massacre, a massacre,
U heard right bitch a masscre,
A mutha fuckin' massacre, bitch bitch...
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just was dropping pointless bars in my cellphone that i thought i'd post it up, y not?
I'm so bored,
with all this anger stored i'd probably strangle a bitch with a stretched telephone cord,
rape the whore behind the property ur homes stored,
then when the babies born i'm coming back 4 tha got dang ambilical cord,
i've just about explored everything outta tha norm,
even deformed a kid cuz his bitch ass slid under my bike while i was doing a skid,
now am i acting like a kid or am i kidding or...
am i a spitting image of everyone's imaginary previlege
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shits slow round here huh...
well another boredom rap on the celly when i was at work
Studyin' Skillz,
Learnin' new wayz 2 kill the lyrically ill,
I can feel it in my vein up 2 my brain,
Movin' on 2 tha next thang,
My Nextel blowin' up,
Bitch I'm doin' my damn thang,
Grin's up, money by the gangs now showin' up,
Gurls no ho'n up instead of out,
Diamonds shinin' it's tha end-uh drought,
man this right here's what i'm talkin' bout