I got that dark brown hair..buzzed on the side//
pen and paper meet,then flare when I write//
musical chairs,sit down in your seat//
Never wore Airs,or Jordans, it wasn’t me//
just not cool enough to spend a couple hundred bucks//
but dude..you..just can’t match my ups//
dudes..fools..its whatever you want//
other dudes get bored,but I get the chalk//
I ain’t the boss,just another worker//
money never lost so my pockets on surplus//
plus, these players aint shit under pressure//
shot clock at one,and I am the defender//
up goes the shot,then down from the center//
shit gets blocked,other team must surrendered//
ad-vanced to the next round and we play//
till we get crowned, I am out for the day//
anyone who uses an instrumental from the cool kids gets big ups from me. nice verse by the way. they needa hit mainstream soon. they got a huge fanbase and i fuckin missed their concert several weeks ago. im tight!
Thanks speakzz, the Asher Roth remix inspired me to write a verse haha
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sometimes the tick of a time bomb’s a rhythm to rhyme on
I got that dark brown hair..buzzed on the side//
pen and paper meet,then flare when I write//
musical chairs,sit down in your seat//
Never wore Airs,or Jordans, it wasn’t me//
just not cool enough to spend a couple hundred bucks//
but dude..you..just can’t match my ups//
dudes..fools..its whatever you want//
other dudes get bored,but I get the chalk//
I ain’t the boss,just another worker//
money never lost so my pockets on surplus//
plus, these players aint shit under pressure//
shot clock at one,and I am the defender//
up goes the shot,then down from the center//
shit gets blocked,other team must surrendered//
ad-vanced to the next round and we play//
till we get crowned, I am out for the day//
anyone who uses an instrumental from the cool kids gets big ups from me. nice verse by the way. they needa hit mainstream soon. they got a huge fanbase and i fuckin missed their concert several weeks ago. im tight!
Thanks speakzz, the Asher Roth remix inspired me to write a verse haha
haha yeah i got asher roth’s whole mixtape but you should def listen to the cool kids. their song “88” takes off nas’s line in “made you look” and its a hot song. they got so many hot songs and beats.. i cant name a song that stands out.
Don’t be sarcastic//
When your words are made of plastic//
Cause they weak and they’re fucked, more fucked then your words that are shittastic!//
Oahhhh, cheap shot by me
Shittastic? Is that even a word homie cause my
flow is like Diarrea the way my flow is so 'SICK'
and so 'DRASTIC' Put my Long DICK in your CHICK like
I Mr. 'FANTASTIC!'
LOL
I’m Glad Someone Got My Lines =)
naw I was laughing at how pathetic your lyrics are//
You need to stop rappin take yo nut ass bak too Myanmar//
I run this shit, Im the king,Master,President and Czar//
You cuddnt hang with me if ya hands were clutching a monley bar//
Ha, I bet you think you’re cool//
Guess what all you are is a fool//
I can’t wait to take your sorry ass to school//
You just wish you could hang with these vets//
But the truth is you’re just their pet//
Meh, Just came out of nowhere, I think it’s kindive, bad, but at least it rhymes.
Chibi I wants no beef...................
lolk
sike bitch home run, get that weak shit outa here//
look queer let’s makes this clear, I’ll stab you with a spear//
The pain will be severe, tie you to the hood of my truck like a dear//
lol
I think we all know who’s the queer is//
I’m not the one wanting to stab guys with his spear//
Shit, I bet you swallowed all those guys' jizz//
You know, all those little boys//
And yet you’re still their little toy//
How sad I was expecting more//
Now get your ass out of here theres the door//
Go to your little place where there is fags galore//
Comments I guess.
its late, I dont have a date//
excuse me while I go masterbate//
Bitch dragon , this ids your fait//
Yes level 47 on World of Witch craft//
lol..........ecuse me I just had to laugh//
Its like seeing Steve Correl getting beat up by shaft//
Whats wrong can’t afford whores?//
I guess even they don’t want to touch those sores//
world of warcraft, wow you’re so nerdy//
Had to laugh? what, at your self?//
Sorry I just had to put your ass on the shelf//
Hop on the speakrzzz dick express//
Im off, but you still wanna make a mess//
Yes, I won with success, Your mom got big breast//
I wann put ,y ,oth on esat coast and west coast, but put my dick in Mid-west//
LMFAO
Sorry it took so long to respond, I had computer troubles so yeah:
No thanks thats your job//
Oh wait I forgot your with Bob//
Big breasts? Oh well she has nothing on you//
Still trying to win? Get out I have nothing to prove//
All this shit is a joke//
You’d be better off to choke//
You thought you were the rising star//
But you couldn’t be more far//
(Also, to clarify, Bob, is that natural Male enhancement guy on the commercials.)
Also guys, I’m going to ask for help on this, I think I got rhyming down well, but it’s just, it’s hard to think of a good beat in my head for it, is there any tips the vets could give me that would help me get the flow of the rap going a lot better?
Don’t be sarcastic//
When your words are made of plastic//
Cause they weak and they’re fucked, more fucked then your words that are shittastic!//
Oahhhh, cheap shot by me
Shittastic? Is that even a word homie cause my
flow is like Diarrea the way my flow is so 'SICK'
and so 'DRASTIC' Put my Long DICK in your CHICK like
I Mr. 'FANTASTIC!'
LOL
I’m Glad Someone Got My Lines =)
naw I was laughing at how pathetic your lyrics are//
You need to stop rappin take yo nut ass bak too Myanmar//
I run this shit, Im the king,Master,President and Czar//
You cuddnt hang with me if ya hands were clutching a monley bar//
Ha, I bet you think you’re cool//
Guess what all you are is a fool//
I can’t wait to take your sorry ass to school//
You just wish you could hang with these vets//
But the truth is you’re just their pet//
Meh, Just came out of nowhere, I think it’s kindive, bad, but at least it rhymes.
Chibi I wants no beef...................
lolk
sike bitch home run, get that weak shit outa here//
look queer let’s makes this clear, I’ll stab you with a spear//
The pain will be severe, tie you to the hood of my truck like a dear//
lol
I think we all know who’s the queer is//
I’m not the one wanting to stab guys with his spear//
Shit, I bet you swallowed all those guys' jizz//
You know, all those little boys//
And yet you’re still their little toy//
How sad I was expecting more//
Now get your ass out of here theres the door//
Go to your little place where there is fags galore//
Comments I guess.
its late, I dont have a date//
excuse me while I go masterbate//
Bitch dragon , this ids your fait//
Yes level 47 on World of Witch craft//
lol..........ecuse me I just had to laugh//
Its like seeing Steve Correl getting beat up by shaft//
Whats wrong can’t afford whores?//
I guess even they don’t want to touch those sores//
world of warcraft, wow you’re so nerdy//
Had to laugh? what, at your self?//
Sorry I just had to put your ass on the shelf//
Hop on the speakrzzz dick express//
Im off, but you still wanna make a mess//
Yes, I won with success, Your mom got big breast//
I wann put ,y ,oth on esat coast and west coast, but put my dick in Mid-west//
LMFAO
Sorry it took so long to respond, I had computer troubles so yeah:
No thanks thats your job//
Oh wait I forgot your with Bob//
Big breasts? Oh well she has nothing on you//
Still trying to win? Get out I have nothing to prove//
All this shit is a joke//
You’d be better off to choke//
You thought you were the rising star//
But you couldn’t be more far//
(Also, to clarify, Bob, is that natural Male enhancement guy on the commercials.)
Also guys, I’m going to ask for help on this, I think I got rhyming down well, but it’s just, it’s hard to think of a good beat in my head for it, is there any tips the vets could give me that would help me get the flow of the rap going a lot better?
Don’t be sarcastic//
When your words are made of plastic//
Cause they weak and they’re fucked, more fucked then your words that are shittastic!//
Oahhhh, cheap shot by me
Shittastic? Is that even a word homie cause my
flow is like Diarrea the way my flow is so 'SICK'
and so 'DRASTIC' Put my Long DICK in your CHICK like
I Mr. 'FANTASTIC!'
LOL
I’m Glad Someone Got My Lines =)
naw I was laughing at how pathetic your lyrics are//
You need to stop rappin take yo nut ass bak too Myanmar//
I run this shit, Im the king,Master,President and Czar//
You cuddnt hang with me if ya hands were clutching a monley bar//
Ha, I bet you think you’re cool//
Guess what all you are is a fool//
I can’t wait to take your sorry ass to school//
You just wish you could hang with these vets//
But the truth is you’re just their pet//
Meh, Just came out of nowhere, I think it’s kindive, bad, but at least it rhymes.
Chibi I wants no beef...................
lolk
sike bitch home run, get that weak shit outa here//
look queer let’s makes this clear, I’ll stab you with a spear//
The pain will be severe, tie you to the hood of my truck like a dear//
lol
I think we all know who’s the queer is//
I’m not the one wanting to stab guys with his spear//
Shit, I bet you swallowed all those guys' jizz//
You know, all those little boys//
And yet you’re still their little toy//
How sad I was expecting more//
Now get your ass out of here theres the door//
Go to your little place where there is fags galore//
Comments I guess.
its late, I dont have a date//
excuse me while I go masterbate//
Bitch dragon , this ids your fait//
Yes level 47 on World of Witch craft//
lol..........ecuse me I just had to laugh//
Its like seeing Steve Correl getting beat up by shaft//
Whats wrong can’t afford whores?//
I guess even they don’t want to touch those sores//
world of warcraft, wow you’re so nerdy//
Had to laugh? what, at your self?//
Sorry I just had to put your ass on the shelf//
Hop on the speakrzzz dick express//
Im off, but you still wanna make a mess//
Yes, I won with success, Your mom got big breast//
I wann put ,y ,oth on esat coast and west coast, but put my dick in Mid-west//
LMFAO
Sorry it took so long to respond, I had computer troubles so yeah:
No thanks thats your job//
Oh wait I forgot your with Bob//
Big breasts? Oh well she has nothing on you//
Still trying to win? Get out I have nothing to prove//
All this shit is a joke//
You’d be better off to choke//
You thought you were the rising star//
But you couldn’t be more far//
(Also, to clarify, Bob, is that natural Male enhancement guy on the commercials.)
Also guys, I’m going to ask for help on this, I think I got rhyming down well, but it’s just, it’s hard to think of a good beat in my head for it, is there any tips the vets could give me that would help me get the flow of the rap going a lot better?
and the people here take things very srsly so watch out.
Yeah I tried to make them as close as possible, but I think having a few extra characters to have the rhyme part of it wouldn’t matter much, but we’ll see what Speakerzzz and Vintage,etc have to say
No thanks thats your job//
Oh wait I forgot your with Bob//
Big breasts? Oh well she has nothing on you//
Still trying to win? Get out I have nothing to prove//
All this shit is a joke//
YouÂ’d be better off to choke//
You thought you were the rising star//
But you couldnÂ’t be more far//
Ummm...I guess this is ok for a start..You need more flow..Right now it’s really choppy,for instance you wrote
No thanks thats your job//
Oh wait I forgot your with Bob// — -that should just be one line..However, “Bob” wasn’t a very good reference, and unless something is complex and it goes over most people’s heads, you don’t want to have to explain what you mean..But let me just take your line and add something:
No thanks, that’s your job,when it comes to sex,your Bob//
in that male enhancement commercial,barely gettin your dick to throb// — -This is still VERY basic but at least it has flow and people can understand it, and overall it’s a solid punchline...Keep workin' at it and you’ll get better
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sometimes the tick of a time bomb’s a rhythm to rhyme on
i ignite the fire u just put out the flame/
and my beat got problems u should call it insane//
yall rap kinda lame// kinda sick and kinda fruity/
imma twist ur face around and clean ur act up like judge judy//
when u hear my rhymes u just walk away or steer off/
call me mike tyson cuz my flow will take ur ear off//
and my flow was the killa so they took its ass to prison/
call me asian cuz i got th widescreen vision//
its the monkey games and it might be no fun/
cuz im king kong and ur mighty joe young//
its like im in the zoo, except the heat aint tame/
and ill leave u deformed so ur life wont be the same/this aint a fuckin game/ill put ur raps to shame/ put me in the hall of fame/ fuck around and ill take ur dame//
i had to destroy u cuz im in robot mode/
cuz u tried to steal my rhythm but didnt know the code//
u had reevaluate so u showed up tardy/
and i wiped u like a counter after a birthday party//
ur bitch said i had flow like a river at seaworld/
just call me sebastian cuz i had to kiss thee girl//
im the rap treasure hunter and i got the treasure map/
and ill cut the rap bridge down and make u jump the gap//
i dont cock block, i cock glocks/
and ill make the earth quake and kill u with the aftershock//
16 bars is my element, as far as hip hop, I’d say that my mind’s the sediment,
Powerful poetry seems irrelevant, it’s like days of Def Squad and Pete Rock were straight heaven sent.
So if you’d like to intertwine with my flow, consider me the green light as my boligrafo says “go!"
Whoa... they say West-Side Killer’z flow, has the effects of Dro, mental fast lane of the highway, it’s my way, bro.
In days where rhymes seem so swag necessary and the vibes seem colder than Alaska’s February.
Let’s adjust the image of our words, enhance the clarity, because these lines we pen were not meant for charity.
Intellectual stimulation, not bling’s elevation, is what we shall convey in the next generation.
For if we exist in elementary thought, what will only remain is these Benz’s we bought.
It seems that the reason we initially fought, lays on the pavement in the coroner’s chalk.
I ask for the eternal silence of ignorant thought, in hopes of reprimanding those who have sought,
Diamonds over intelligence, basic hood irrelevence, change the status of our current prevalence.
Pull your jeans up, young thug and sit down, let grown men put in the work and renounce your crown.
While your 16 bars consist of beer and drink, easily forgotten within an eye’s blink.
Our content will flourish from the stock of Barack, as we close the door to this horrible chapter and lock.
Throw away the key and ask you not to return, until your kind have at least tried to learn.
That self hate shall now cease, as hood tales of crack sales decrease in an effort for hip hop’s peace.
