Rate ppl's raps (new)

What happened to rating, cuz i want the top score
Your criticism and hating, cuz otherwise its a bore.

barz left to make your brain bleed
making your brain think
leaving you breathless
see the chrome and your restless
scream and i’ll leave holes in your necklaces
draw 4 the clip on 2 da hip
unload straight 2 da head
shots fire till i know that your dead
follow me and see wot i said
make 1st move and your already dead
ready to go home 2 your dirt dug bed
with worms burrowing in 2 ya skull
with my fist a just plunder
like a strike of lightning
with a roar of thunder
with a 4 a 8 a 16 or 32 i’m a hunter
©2TRUE©

(Royce Da 5’9”i’m walking in swamp water wida a m16/mouth of a blood shove a gun in da mouth of a thug/to brake braces you say grace and make faces/i’ll display hate and brake you in eight places(Royce Da 5’9”/LIKE TUPAC KEEPING IT £$THUG4LIFE$£

Ay man I aint Lil Wayne but if ya chop my nuts off Ill sound tha same

I aint stuntin like my daddy cuz my raps aint as lame

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Put a cap in his ass and I promise he wont sing another a milli a milli a milli

Im a whole 500 Degreez hotter and I just started this game

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

There were 3 damn droughts cuz i drank all his water

Came around twice and fed my dick to his daughter

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

He aint the Best Rapper Alive not even the twenty-third

His voice sounds like a white trash drunk whos voice is slurred

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

I may not pop bottles like I won a championship

But I got lyrics that’ll make Waynes heart beat skip....heart beat skip

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

When Kyree hits the scene best pack ya Duffle Bag Boy

Cause im on a mission that is a verbal attack of search and destroy dissin

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Best send tha Fireman home cause I put out ya flame

Put ya wack ass lyrics out without even takin aim

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

And Im so Fo Sheezy that Weezy is too easy diss

His lines arent worth my two squirts of piss

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Talkin bout Gangstas and Pimps this gangsta needs to catch a glimpse

Of the new wave of sound of my type of Gangsta Shit

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Go DJ that’s my DJ

Just kill me if I say that any day

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Shawty aint humpin cuz shes suckin on ma lollipop

Ill take her later to see if I can make that cherry pop

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Pop that Pussy was a song about himself

Lil Wayne doesnt need dissin he does it by himself

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Sky’s the Limit? Yea boy that’s a crip thing

Last time I checked werent you a blood Wayne?

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Pump that Bass while my fist sets pace

I’ll give ya a reason not to feel your face

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

Tha block aint hot it’s cold as snow

I got Mr. Carter regurgitating blood from his own menstrual flow

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

I be runnin laps around Weezy’s raps

Wayne I do want war I’ll make ya lungs collapse

So fuckin kill me kill me kill me

100000000000000000000000000000 ^ kyree




MY LYRICS ARE THE KEY

YOU FALL TO UR KNEES


ITS THE WILL OF LIFE

YOU TRY TO DECIPH THESE LYRICS

BUT THA WORDS ARE TOO ILL

IT SENDS YA CHILLZ TAKIN YA FREE WILL

THERE AINT NO DOUBT THESE WORDS WILL SURELY KILL

YOUR SOUL HAS NO CHOICE

BUT TO LISTEN TO MY VOICE

THESE OTHER WACK RHYMES

AINT GOT NOTHIN ON ME

J STEPH IS THE ONE TO BE

TRY TO FUCK WIT ME HOMIE YOU WISH YOU COULD

MAN FUCK THAT ILL LEAVE EVERYONE IS DISBELIEF

CAUSE THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE AINT NO GAME

EVERY OTHER RAPPERS STYLE SOUNDS THE FUCKN SAME

BITCHES CANT EVEN KEEP A BEAT

MY FLOW IS LIKE CRACK UR ADDICTED AS SHIT

SO SIT THE FUCK BACK WHILE I TAKE CONTROL THIS BEAT

CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU CANT SURVIVE THE HEAT

I BRING TOO MUCH

YOU WANNA BACK OUT

TRYN TO SHOUT

REACHIN OUT YOUR HAND FOR MY GRACE

GET YO HAND BACK UR A FUCKN DISGRACE

I SET THE PACE

ITS ALL TOO REAL

CANT CATCH UR GRIP ON REALITY

YOUR MY SUBJECT OF MORTALITY

THE INSANITY IS BUILDING

STARTING TO GO CRAZY

ITS REALLY KIKIN IN

NOT KNOWIN WHEN YOULL HAVE THIS MENTAL OUTBURST

My lines sting like a lungful of crack

Kyree is back with this lyrical attack

Metaphorically, Im in the teeth of wack rappers as bacterial plaque

My flow can break ones back so lemme unpack

This traumatic lyrical heart attack

The soon to be schitzofrenic smack dealin and overdoser on penicillin

Just say im the evil rap villian

Leavin ladies tied to the railroad tracks

And im the reason babies getting the disease known as tay-sachs

This lyrical collaboration makes rappers need cardiac resuscitation

Microphone blazer sendin prank calls to the world health organization

An uprising to a police investigation

Getting more pussy than the Clinton administration

My flow disrupts your brain and sends you to classes of special education

Give your son or daughter mental retardation

Im on top of the world like its axis of rotation

And time I aint wastin cause im a microphone innovation

Creating sick rhymes is what I do for an occupation

With no hesitation Im a ill spitter myself

Rhymes like these puttin rappers on the shelf

Dealt with more than Skywalker in an asteroid belt

Im a lyrical tub of acid and wack rappers I melt

Chip away at wack til there’s only a k

Massacre them faggots without a delay

Im like a fat man eatin rappers like they were food at a buffet

Kyree the walking oxy moron

Expanding upon the subject of what’s goin on

Im the icey-hot cold as fire lyricist

Built to hurt causing more pain then bleeding wrists

Putting wack rappers into a hold of submission

Keep’em outta commission wit this lyrical ammunition

It’s like when this paper meets pencil lead

It creates a form of blunt force that goes straight to head

So other rappers take heed

Cause my lyrics cause death and it’s guaranteed

Came out my momma’s womb as a fuckin bad seed

Destined to succeed and rappers in the way would be ran over like bulls on stampede

Murk wack artists wit my literary work

Kyree, stamp you out like a hotel desk clerk

In my line of work Im the sublimenal ball of hurt

Keepin all you rappers up on alert

Cause in my raps they dont bite dust they bite the dirt

Leave em on the ground and pour gasoline all around

Light the match drop it and you’ll never be found

It’s that easy cause thats how Kyree will make it sound

And I’ll even take it back further

Ill murder your mother durin ultrasound

And then Ill take further again

Cock block your father while hes doin his thing

And now Im wit your mother doin a show up in Beijing

Skills and flow is wat I bring to the table

Have enough money to make your life a fable

Leavin a car bomb underneath ya Mercury Sable

Liva la Kyree

Im as important as vitamin E to an amputee

The soon-to-be spokesman for MTV

Cause im a killer emcee

Ego larger than the state of tennessee

Doin drive-bys on wack emcees in my GMC

Tinted windows black

Givin no warning of attack

Kyree, the only mother fuckin who keeps the flow on track

The only motherfucker who can bring the flow back

Built like a Kentucky thoroughbred

Mix gunpowder wit lead live ya in a hospital bed

And im cocked back like a shotgun gunnin

Got all these fuckin faggots up, up, and runnin

The cunning lyricist who spits these clever lyrics

The shit that you hear is my most cunning

Sent on this Earth to make your girlfriend start cumming

And also to take over Hell to make it keep burning

Cause the only reason that I havent yet died

Is cause heaven dont want me

And hell’s afraid that leadership is what I’ll provide

RATE MY OTHA FREESTYLES FROM IN THE OTHER FORUM PLZ.

FREESTYLE #'s 1-4

(1)yo got 1 thing u gota know bout me is dat kidd gotta lotta flow// born wit it he had it wen he was in dah embryo//moved corners as a kidd so he got dough ova dough// neva been bankrupt so u can say his funds stays mutual// dah way his wrist lite up da kidd cant refuse 2 glow// guess dat why deez bitches still hangin from his pubicals// nigga wen u mention turk jus know deas n army behind him// got in more line of fire den da nikka @ war n dah ones who survived em// TURK, I sumtime Tlk Urgently 2 Real Killas// Turn on Us n face Real Killas/ I been around a lil bit 2 c dah fake ppl n dah streets realest// n most nikkas aint on my list unda dah realest// 5-0 cant say much eitha live among Killas or try 2 kill us// But we gonna remain hood till dat hot led fills us//

(2)yo i been around dah world// like lloyd witta lotta girls// i had chicks b4 dah fade, waves n s curls// thinkin bout how da clip can hit chu n mak ya chest curl// or imma pop at ur dome n make ur wig twirl// im an average nikka so i keep shit real simplistic// rymin thru out ma line tryin 2 please dem critics// but judge me n u gonna get bodied wit sum fuckin fury// n u’ll be anotha unsolved case like dea no fuckin jury// ery shit i spit quick// ery brick i get flips// ery time i stand up i look down on nikkas like im 8’6// i aint neva held a grudge i rather dimiss shit// or get a chrome tool and make a prick pick// like it eitha yah life or yah chick bitch// n i left wit dah tool smokin while his grl licked dick//

(3)yo wit rymes i spit i can make it easy 4 retards 2 follow// da 5th can make a nigga sing like he was tryin out @ dah apollo// dah beam will blind niggas till dey get hit wit dah hollow// my niggas smoke more weed den a rasta. mavado// feelin all g’d up wen dah glock strapped to me// u’d need more den a bad bitch n a couple dollas 2 move me// got playboy bitch in dah room tlkin bout she wana star in a movie// she tld me how her man was a bitch n she dah one wit da cuchi// yea nikka out hea actors real wreckless like dey forggot da scripts// he was in luv wit her pussy. 1 taste of da mack he was pistol whipped// he wanna battle a nigga betta ask santa 2 win on ur christmas list// but not even saint nick could accept dat wish on dah 25th// yah lines weak nikka throw em out let me ghoswrite em shits// plus I got charms on ma neck nd sum ice on my wrist// eyes covered behind marc jacobs make a nigga feel linky// fuckin wit baken soda got ma nails whiter den michael jacksons pinky//

(4)i aint millionaire so i need a fuckin million// nigga flow so hungry his apiptite wanna billion// his flows anonymously known by thousands maybe millions// firen shots @ nikkas dat gonna end up killin em// hadda rob a few niggas now dey wana get rid of him// wen he get a milli his fam will see dah dividence// if not he will head 2 dah streets wit his frend n dem// cuz in da street i keep more white 2 me den eminem// ima be like bill gates a stack a couple billions// fck it , jus rob dat nigga like whea dah millions?// whea da Jackson, Grants & Benjimans?// stack up till my room full of dead presidents// nikka im focused on gettin a milli// money make me feel like sean john. p diddy// cuz even dat nikka has a fuckin billi// Studs in my ears make me feel like VIC now get silly// im 2 sick, dog u mite wanna get vick 2 kill me// cuz dah shit i spit causes rabies. u feel me?//

turk holla

lookin for feedback message me

Meep meep wrote: I’m a bad ass f***** with a loaded gun
I’ll f*** you all, then f*** your mum
I ain’t f****** b****, i’m white you see
I don’t give a f*** what you think of me
I’m a bad mother f*****, ain’t no lie
I’ll f*** your little sister, then watch her cry
If n****** think they rap, then my names fred
I’ll shoot the f**** n***** in the head
You don’t scare me, with your n****** rap
Your all little f****** that just talk crap

0/10

Perfecy example of why I hate rap

LinkHeroOfTime wrote:

Meep meep wrote: I’m a bad ass f***** with a loaded gun
I’ll f*** you all, then f*** your mum
I ain’t f****** b****, i’m white you see
I don’t give a f*** what you think of me
I’m a bad mother f*****, ain’t no lie
I’ll f*** your little sister, then watch her cry
If n****** think they rap, then my names fred
I’ll shoot the f**** n***** in the head
You don’t scare me, with your n****** rap
Your all little f****** that just talk crap

0/10

Perfecy example of why I hate rap

Its comments like that that cause off shore drilling you british hottie!

Woke up quick, at about noon.

did any one like my freestyles?

turk holla

yo yo dis verse could leave you
premently infected and damged
da kid isn’t retarded the kid is
mentally challaged
yo da beat is w/ me fuck around
an see how i make yo ear’s bleed
an make you fucked up like you on
exscsty when you mess w/ me betta
think twice i anit gon play nice knock you wit da words i
speak real sick and ill put you
to sleep like you on nyquil sayin dis kid is on crack
with da deadly tracks im n da line
to fuck yo brian like herioine
n yo vines i’m competely insane when it comes to dis rap game

young turk i give uuuuuuuuu 0/10 ha just playin uhh urs go from 7-8/10

hate it or love it ima shine till i get to the top
an shine out make it go out at all cost
spit hot shit send it to the a&r make them say u here the kid wit a style
a retard flow
thats wants retarded money
that need it to pay his rent
cant afford no bills now a days
gas to high to drive my v8
but when im rich im gonna foget bout those days where it took me forever to pay that rent
to scramble up some change make it into a buck

hate it or love it
im gonna shine till i get to the top
hate it or love it
i got love for my city of angels ya dig

kick the flow right threw ya eardrumb
everyone in the club having fun drunk dancing
wonder where my life has me
fork in the road cant choose the right or the left
one wrong decision can fuck up the life

peace

Kyree wrote: My lines sting like a lungful of crack

Kyree is back with this lyrical attack

Metaphorically, Im in the teeth of wack rappers as bacterial plaque

My flow can break ones back so lemme unpack

This traumatic lyrical heart attack

The soon to be schitzofrenic smack dealin and overdoser on penicillin

Just say im the evil rap villian

Leavin ladies tied to the railroad tracks

And im the reason babies getting the disease known as tay-sachs

This lyrical collaboration makes rappers need cardiac resuscitation

Microphone blazer sendin prank calls to the world health organization

An uprising to a police investigation

Getting more pussy than the Clinton administration

My flow disrupts your brain and sends you to classes of special education

Give your son or daughter mental retardation

Im on top of the world like its axis of rotation

And time I aint wastin cause im a microphone innovation

Creating sick rhymes is what I do for an occupation

With no hesitation Im a ill spitter myself

Rhymes like these puttin rappers on the shelf

Dealt with more than Skywalker in an asteroid belt

Im a lyrical tub of acid and wack rappers I melt

Chip away at wack til there’s only a k

Massacre them faggots without a delay

Im like a fat man eatin rappers like they were food at a buffet

Kyree the walking oxy moron

Expanding upon the subject of what’s goin on

Im the icey-hot cold as fire lyricist

Built to hurt causing more pain then bleeding wrists

Putting wack rappers into a hold of submission

Keep’em outta commission wit this lyrical ammunition

It’s like when this paper meets pencil lead

It creates a form of blunt force that goes straight to head

So other rappers take heed

Cause my lyrics cause death and it’s guaranteed

Came out my momma’s womb as a fuckin bad seed

Destined to succeed and rappers in the way would be ran over like bulls on stampede

Murk wack artists wit my literary work

Kyree, stamp you out like a hotel desk clerk

In my line of work Im the sublimenal ball of hurt

Keepin all you rappers up on alert

Cause in my raps they dont bite dust they bite the dirt

Leave em on the ground and pour gasoline all around

Light the match drop it and you’ll never be found

It’s that easy cause thats how Kyree will make it sound

And I’ll even take it back further

Ill murder your mother durin ultrasound

And then Ill take further again

Cock block your father while hes doin his thing

And now Im wit your mother doin a show up in Beijing

Skills and flow is wat I bring to the table

Have enough money to make your life a fable

Leavin a car bomb underneath ya Mercury Sable

Liva la Kyree

Im as important as vitamin E to an amputee

The soon-to-be spokesman for MTV

Cause im a killer emcee

Ego larger than the state of tennessee

Doin drive-bys on wack emcees in my GMC

Tinted windows black

Givin no warning of attack

Kyree, the only mother fuckin who keeps the flow on track

The only motherfucker who can bring the flow back

Built like a Kentucky thoroughbred

Mix gunpowder wit lead live ya in a hospital bed

And im cocked back like a shotgun gunnin

Got all these fuckin faggots up, up, and runnin

The cunning lyricist who spits these clever lyrics

The shit that you hear is my most cunning

Sent on this Earth to make your girlfriend start cumming

And also to take over Hell to make it keep burning

Cause the only reason that I havent yet died

Is cause heaven dont want me

And hell’s afraid that leadership is what I’ll provide

shit man that was awsome
i’d have to give it a 9 or a 10.

" Your hate fuels my fire, and once im lit theres no putting me out." -Koncept

dream cars and priceless fashi0n/
fr0m heart c0urage and c0mpassi0n/
m0uth writing a check that y0 asz cant cash in/
my lyrics is my last branch and yes! im grasping/
16 bars fr0m me leave the wh0le cr0wd gasping/
already at the finish line s0 wh0 u niggas passing?/
yall fl0w is f0r the m0ment my shit is ever lasting/
im a lyrical bullet & nigga if u pull it ima c0me 0ut blasting/
life is like a m0vie & im the 0nly nigga casting/
staring me in a drama film n0 c0medy n0 laughing/
but i can tell u ima g0 0ut with a smile 0n my face & that will be the last thing/

sry f0r the 0’s my 0 butt0n is br0ke

Tryin to battle me will get any jackass nowhere fast/like bald tires steady spinning in wet grass or tryin to clean up the aftermath of a nuclear blast/ask the last three “emcees” that crossed my path/
made em mad,now two go to other forums to post their trash/the last one is still tryin to sound like he’s big and bad, makin me laugh/his flow is more fucked up now than it was before we clashed, cause he got paralyzed in my lyrical bloodbath/so come one, come all and get mangled/split you from temple to torso, then again from asscheek to ankle/have you seein stars without the spangles,like Sylvester and that baby kangaroo/I can’t be handled, the number one mic vandal/it takes two to tango, so step up and get shattered to shambles/or what have you/I hope it’s flow, cause everyone appreciates a good show/don’t take it personal, like you owe me dinero/then you’d be dead broke with a 4-4 against your nose/release your soul from it’s host and get ghost/I be gone off hydro and No-Doz as I duck and dodge the po-po/on my way to NYC to lay low off in loft in SoHo/but back to these posts/I give props where they are owed, be it friend or foe/I also dissolve egos like salt does snow, in groups or solo/better act like ya’ll know, cause I give a fuck who’s the first to go/so inhale that and blow/I told ya’ll before any challenge I’ll gladly greet/draw my mic from it’s sheath and mistreat whoever I compete/spit that heat every time I open my mouth to speak/
leave all weak emcees resting in disbelief

yo
i murder beats like political
havent u heard
my words lifelines is critical
leavin u in ridicule
slashin dodgers and punks who testin who testin wit the plasma
leave cats stupis u and even in mi classa
keep breakin limbs leavin u on a stretcha
your squad vs ma team show ya money ill betcha
treasha
gravediggaz homie im the resarectah
yo
we aint fukin around
put yo body in the trunk bring yo ass downtown
lookin my way
turn ya smile into a frown
before my mental leave ya dental like the teeth of a clown
and
sharp edges keep surroundin ya thoughts
like constant distraction induced by gunshots
my mind
through space and time is where you’ll find
the unknown atrocities of camerons rhymes
unstable
judgemental is willin and able
to put darts in ya heart and one in ya naval
we known to keep the fortie ouncer cracked
my squad roam
where the murderers and thugs be at
creative
the kid run shit like legislative
first man to walk this earth call me native
my purpose
is to put u on top of a cliff
as me and crack squad bun down on a spliff

A 38sec. Rap “My Flow” (Verse 1) It all started at the age of one-one/ Started writing and fighting wishing to be able to run/ The muthafuckin' streets but the kid that was beneath/ Had so much to say...and he couldn’t even breathe/ I went to school where teachers couldn’t teach/ Fuck the freedom of speech, couldn’t keep a blade out of my reach/ My eyes always wrinkled cause i couldn’t even sleep/ From life I couldn’t flee, so I made death my enemy/ So, these are my last words before walking out the door/ From my wrist blood drips down to the fucken floor/ I wish I had more... to offer/ Always was a bother, but thank hell I had a father/ But now my own mind I’m a blow/ Thank for listening to my muthafuckin' flow/

i’m ready to go like tik tak toe i dont think ur ready for me, im like a ginger bread man u cant catch me. im faster then lightning u cant beat me. i spit better then anyone i c, if u think ur better then me then lets c, u got nothing on me. ur like a little ant that i can pee on. u can run but u cant hide, ill find u in a heart beat. youmd weezy is cheesy im the best dont doubt it.