I just found this fourm and I find it to be useful for me not really sure if I am that great but people that aer just acting a fool should get a fucking life you don’t have to show your ass every where you go, do you. to the people that are here for real do your thing at least your trying. aaron mckay you seem to have no respect for music
#82
28 Dec 2006 10:32 pm
J man
Guest
yo yea im J-man
I got class i heard eminem could woop yo ass. You as little to me as winny the pooh o wait i heard he’s got mo game then you. I can almost see that burn i just made i hope you could take and then it’ll fade so now you know im not like pasta u r and im the masta cya later and remember im j-man the eskayman!
#83
02 Jan 2007 11:36 am
Hussein
Guest
yo check
you niggaz r pussio am the real deal
ur the the fake nigga and am for for real
#84
02 Jan 2007 12:47 pm
DickenCyder
Guest
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid’s claimin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain’t forgot
When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they’re down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you...got a brand new team
No triple beams...it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn’t fill em doc
You’re too old to kid...too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
7 years on wax and I still ain’t sold out
And there ain’t no doubt...in my mind
That I’m gonna stomp all over you test of time
DickenCyder wrote:
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid’s claimin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain’t forgot
When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they’re down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you...got a brand new team
No triple beams...it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn’t fill em doc
You’re too old to kid...too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
7 years on wax and I still ain’t sold out
And there ain’t no doubt...in my mind
That I’m gonna stomp all over you test of time
Hahaha
You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name
But you don’t know my game and never felt my pain
Can’t read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits
Now don’t even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I’m alive when I should be dead
I’m in the red cause my mind’s distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I’m gonna move mountains and touch the sun
Don’t get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
Cause it’s been a long time comin
But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain’t no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker Xtrm’s to blame
Same game, same name, ain’t a damn thing changed
No sellout, I ain’t no hoe, fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges
Up that ass for the 9-8
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out...you diss me punk
That’s when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck buck bucking...a fuck fuck fucking your hoes
Cause they know who’s runnin this shit, Top Dog...I’m the C-E-O
Role model, your motherfucking H-E-R-O
My motto, 'Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'
Don’t sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K’s straight from the Chinese
What the fuck’s goin on in the “MC” (Movie Codec)
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it’s all good...I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck’s with you and I’m gonna mack em
Devil without a cause...I’m goin platinum
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Dante666 wrote:
If Xtrm ever left this site it would leave a huge gaping hole in it...keep up the good work dude!
Last edited 04 Jan 2007 12:27 am by Xtrm Liability
#86
04 Jan 2007 04:20 pm
Im In To Win
Guest
Nubian princess, show me your intrests, wait let me guess? you like my ghetto poetry, heres a lil somethin I wrote down, incase you ever came around, you hear that fly shit you know its me, possition after possition, ill explore your body, like an instructor for yoga or advanced polaties, we workin up a sweat, you like it how I like it, go head go up and down, I like it when you ride it
Tha MANNN ya took dat motha fuck’n shyt from 50 cent
#87
04 Jan 2007 05:24 pm
KING RAZOR
Guest
I’m the number one rapper ready for challengers
Who the fuck calculated your algebra?
My ineffiecient, unfascinated ambassadors
I’m the first king, them faggots dated your calendar
Rappin' since my forefather ejaculated in Africa
Way ahead of headline, agentators and characters
Heads like yours get decapitated in anarca
Prison’s uncaptivated the wilder 'cause
Guns run in my family, even got gats related to silencers
Cop chasers assasinatin' my stanima
Load guns like computers so I activated my caliber
Killers walk around dirty, when the gun blast
I’ll give 'em lead showers, make 'em take a bloodbath
To blow trial, 1-8-7 is thug math
Real thugs laugh and hawk spit in the judge' glass
In jail CO’s walk around like zookeepers
My niggaz been to the ??? more than a schoolteacher
Broke the court’s law, I threw a brick off the fourth floor
Outweighed cops, I’m harcore, they softcore
Four walls, my gun-game is raw dog
While y’all shootin' videos I’m shootin' .44’s
Life achiever, lifetime life achiever
And I use flames from hell to ignite my cheeba
It’s never been nothin' pretty when I light this heater
If God don’t like ugly, I don’t like him neither
niggaz quick to flip, claimin' they run wit' a killer click
They be flippin' scripts, callin' police and givin' tips
Click the fifth when the last nigga snitched (*click-click*)
You would’ve thought he swallowed semen
The way I had him shittin' bricks
Judges want to sit on they butts and rule other brothers
So I show the butt of my gun and more cops suffer
My platoon rocks suckers, you dudes cop lovers
In your boombox, whose rock, Boondocks knuckles
East, West, niggaz know me when I’m holdin' the mic
Got them down south niggaz sayin' “Wodie you nice!"
Time’s apployal, a prophet could define tommorrow
Knowledge is food for thought so I wisely swallow
Never say never mind, so respect the mind that got you
Forever clever mind, so the nevermind we bobble
Is it me or nowadays everybody macho
New Jack hustlers, niggaz called Pabey Pancho
But we’re strong, I’ve been coppin' so long
We on a first name basis, so now I call Pabey, Pablo
And I don’t leave leads for F.B.I. to follow
41 shot’s, leave me like that guy Dialo
Say bullets don’t got a name but I sign these hollows
Y’all niggaz is suicide, we homo(homocide)
Keep a Y.G. model, if I get put in a coma don’t supply me sorrow
Pour hennessey in my I.V. bottle
'Cause I represent everything in existence trying to grow
#88
04 Jan 2007 07:25 pm
Smoke
Guest
haha.. ya’ll aint got shit...
Im to hot on da mic, imma cause a heat stroke
you aint tight, nigga you cant even beat smoke
ill break ya site, and even leave ya heartbeat broke
kid you a joke, my scripts’ll provoke kane to choke
feet meet ya face and ya face meets concrette
keep ya head on da street, and stomp with both feet
you think you can free, but you always get beat
yo punk as would robbed walkin down sesamie street
#89
06 Jan 2007 10:19 am
white gurl ready to give it sumtin
Guest
ite ...
all ya niggas dat think u got da beats
well im a white girl thts new on the streets
so r u all ready to be thrashed
cos when im done wit u ill take out the trash
aye man Listen itz too easy to take me dis bread so Grocery stores call me Wonder Bread. Ya some ill ugly Bitches That be claiming they nice till gun split they wig like they fell in the spikes. ya got a earl Problem.i aint drop a single yet and im starting on my third album....
battlin aint nuthin to me//
ill put ya in the ground//
like your just a slug ta me//
fuckin wit me will get a shot//
what happens when the slug hits ya shoulder//
ya spinn around//
next thing ya know your gonna be in the ground//
ima mother fuckin braveheart soldier boy//
you throwin up a set then watch out//
bravehearts out ta get ya boy//
FIRST FREESTYLE EVER...
--- BRAVEHEART 4 LIFE
#93
18 Jan 2007 09:30 am
Heepsane
Guest
Vieille salope tu te pavanne dans ta pauvre langue
J’en ai deux pour te démonter,pour que tu tangue
Dans tes paroles tu te noye mois j’te broie
Y’all pussies don’t get what the fuck I’m sayin'
Keep on going like that ya’ll sinkin'
Tapins de merde j’vous prend en bilingues
rengez vos paroles arretez de faire les dingues
#94
22 Jan 2007 06:55 pm
black ass mothafucka
Guest
Non of you fools know what im about
ill lay all of you mothafuckas out
you aint got shit on me
ima real nigga from the city
you all think you can rap an rhyme but real niggas dont have the time
people say i got skill people say i can spit but the only thing i like is you mama on my dick.
as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother fucking light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont fuck wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.
#96
23 Jan 2007 03:18 pm
hotboyz
Guest
u nigga garbage
#97
26 Jan 2007 02:24 pm
aaron mcqueen
Guest
i got that tray 7 to set it off like 9/11 black on black my nigga do damage thats ima say because on dont wont to freestyle with u will rather be gray ok talk to the k the same way i talk to your ladie
#98
27 Jan 2007 12:23 am
black hat
Guest
yeah uh uh uh...i came from south of the boarder, to settle my new world order, if ya scare of mine, betta' get to ya father, oh my dear you lil' coward come to me take this reward, i break a part of ya shoulder, coz my body like body builder,
spit back if you feel ya skill not lack, or i’ll hit ya back, with ma elbow then break ya neck. take this lesson befo' ya flow further, i’m a good listener to hear ya shit powder...if ya ready to spit back, don’t ever ta look ya back, coz i’m not try to attack ya...
recognize!!!
beyotch!!
#99
31 Jan 2007 06:52 am
2 fast
Guest
yo when i come through u would want to duck cause i come through swinging and yall will get fucked up,i aint swinging with my fist im swing with a brick and ill bet ur ass u will get a fat lip,i put my 9 2 ur head 6 bullets ur dead!wat?
aint no one can mess wit a STRAIGHT A G
no good girls would neva eva DATE A G
aint no homie that DISRESPECT A G
aint a cop, that won’t stop, to INSPECT A G
ya’ll see me ride, yall see me roll, ya’ll see me walkin in da STREETS
ya’ll see me shine, ya’ll know I’m cold, rappin to dem hot BEATS
wannabes try ta STEP TA ME, but they can’t REP A G
cuz they think we UNCIVILISED, das bull, a bunch LIES
sayin we NO GOOD, just because we KNOW HOOD
and all G’S got a PEICE, wit TEES to they KNEES
muthafuckas can’t SHINE, wannabe’s can’t RHYME
hatahs still talkin shit ima blast them wit a NINE
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kev360 wrote:
98supra wrote:
Kev, Why do u want me 2 be gay?
because i want to bend you over and shoot chocolate gew in your asshole.
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