West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: |JEM|ILL| on July 17, 2003, 03:02:15 PM
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Who want in the first Topical Keystyle Crew on this board? Drop the link to your best Keystyle and we'll see if you have what it takes...This Crew is more of a learning thing so if you think you aint got nuthin to learn then no need to apply...
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check my freestyle if you want, its all i got right now
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i'd be down
i'll wirte something for this
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how about......
you write up a topic, whoever wants in writes a verse and you choose who u want in....?
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how about......
you write up a topic, whoever wants in writes a verse and you choose who u want in....?
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Bored so I'll type some shit
Sitting on my ass 'crass' like Rass Kass doing DON'T drink and drive commercials/
plough into a hill - iller than Bow Wow swallowing EX PILLS before rehearsal/
continental like LINCOLN scarier than a corpse winkin'/
finer than Columbian sticky PICKY LIKE A NOSE too many hoes that's why I'm the MLP/
technically cannot be seen like X-RAYS straight out the machine//
a teen for less than one year more ONLY/
in this shit I'm so HOLY you can CALL ME POPE/
never rope a dope I KNOCK OUT from the start/
I'm swingin' like middle aged couples on viagra YOU FALL like Niagara/
when you test twenty five VESTS CAN'T PROTECT reflexes faster than a karate master/
adapt to that impossible like FLYING PORK talk more later and then I'm THE PENETRATOR/
bigger than Yokozuna's dinner bill OPEN THE FUCKIN' TILL this money ain't yours/
apple sourz gets me whilin' COMPILING the master arts par for the course/
you over hyped like superbowl I'm leaving a whole lot of holes open and BLEEDING/
you're RECEDING like you'r dad's hairline dial hotline '1-800 you just got COLUMBINED'/
victory's COMPULSORY your crying like Bryant when he commits ADULTERY/
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lol nice shit jay..
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RESSURECTING THIS THREAD...nice shit Jae...
The topic is robbing a bank...any cat that wants in drop 15 lines in this thread on that topic. i'll take the best 4...
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In the car, tipsy, my hands feeling wet, sweat dripping down my face
I got a ski mask and a bullet proof vest, months of planning come down to today
I cased the place so I’m familiar with the scene
I grip my pistol tight, thinking of the green
The black tinted car door opens and I hop out
I walk in the front entrance with my glock out
Cocked and at the ready, clip ready, grip steady
“EVERY MOTHERFUCKER ON THE GROUND, NOW!!”
Security thought he was a hero so I let go a couple rounds
By now I hope the people know I ain’t playin’
“PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!!” is all I’m sayin’
Just gimmie the loot and I’m out like a light
Nobody refuse or I shoot… good night
I booked out the building and down the block
To a getaway car driven by my main man Shock
I was screamin’ “we got a good 6 grand”
I heard a pop then seen a glock in Shock’s hand
I grew up with this man, and for 6 grand… damn…
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fuck drivin to the bank we stroll wit semi's/
after robbin these pricks i got dreams of bentleys/
any clerk that test me, gets buried wit the rest-see/
aproach the entrance and adreline is pumpin/
to make sure the people felt it we started dumpin/
lead was flying bitches was crying but not 1 cat was dying/
i handed the dood the 5 large bags motioned to the safe told em get all ya can grab/
wit the bags packed tonite it was time to leave sight/
when i seen the police light, i wasn't shook/
pulled up my pants and procieded to book/
look down and grabed 2 greneades from my coat/
lofted them behind me to make sure i was coasting like a boat/
thinkin about the green i just made that was already made all it took was a nine to get paid/
new topical crew and shoots just blew robbin banks protectin flanks comming threw/
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Ma face hidden in shadows under the balaklava that hides my expressions from the outside world,
Ready to break the bank open, take the volt and jolt cos I'm sick of bein frowned upon in this rip tide world,
Every second is an interigation, waitin for my time ain't fine cos the crime I commit will condem me to ma cell to rhyme,
But thats only if I'm caught, ain't prepared to go peaceful, all gunz blazin, I got ma plan so I aint phasin, stick your god dam hands up people,
Put the money in the bag, don't try hittin the alarm, this shotgun will make sure I got ma presidents and you leave wit no arm, best believe I'll harm,
Hit the floor customers don't try to be herotic, I'm sikotic wit this gun I'll take ya head off so fast you'll be left feelin dicapitadly hipnotic, I'm headin to the tropics, exotic,
Pracice runs runnin smooth I sleep dreamin about if I loose, I gotta choose wheather I can accept defeat cos it will be a dogs day afternoon the day they don't allow me to breath freely,
I step a foot towards the street, leather coat and black bag along wit ma achin from all the practice runs feet, turn the corner I see ma salary border once I cross I'm in for hell before I'm gone,
One problem, ma personality disorder has left me done, the bank burned down in 1941!!!!!
dont wanna be in the crew, just thought I wud post.