Beat 1(may need to turn volume up, youtube fucks up the sound)
Beat2(click the pic to hear it)
Note: These are just some really simple beats, I’ve only been working with this program for a couple weeks. Hopefully I will get MUCH better. But if you want any of these beats to rap too just ask and I can get a longer length one too ya.
Last edited 11 Oct 2007 09:19 pm by anti-moviecodec.
ey Anti that 2nd beat isn’t bad man! just keep makin more man and yeah I got a program like this but it’s not really hip hop or rapping beats that it creates.
AznSkillz wrote:
ey Anti that 2nd beat isn’t bad man! just keep makin more man and yeah I got a program like this but it’s not really hip hop or rapping beats that it creates.
.2.2.6. wrote:
tryin to confront, my flows and my verbals
how you gonna say shit about pace when you as slow as a turtle
get it straight through ya head, you not one to be lecturin'
all ya really doin is wastin your time, goin up against a veteran
yeah Im 14, still do a kill on the show
how can he talk abvout talent when everyone sees no skill in his flow
you dont know wha I’ve been throgh, so why you bein a critic
criticizing our rhymes when yours is clearly pathetic
you think you rollin so far, you fail to your flow
pop all ya wheels when you ridin just like nails on the road
so you really hallucinatin, perpetratin the show
this king clearly lost his rule, all hail to my flow
anti tryin to compliment you, bout you fuckin my shit?
clearly your admirin his rhyme anti, you be suckin his dick
so stop all of this, you stopped in your pace
he wont be sayin be agressive he had a glock to his face
his cryin deaths should be heard, says he true in his spit
just put tape on his mouth n throw him in the river, that’ll do him sum shit
so back to you too, you aint even true
half of the shit you say on your spit I bet you wont even do
Did you even read my spit? Neva said I did shit/
Ya claims unfounded, quit throwin bitch fits//
I don’t bullshit about how I “load glock clips”/
I don’t bullshit about how my “enemies get lit”//
I don’t bullshit about how I “always send out hits”/
If I did, I think I’d need a medical aid kit//
For my brain, cause I aint eva touched a gat/
‘flipped a cat, silenced a rat//
To my fellow real niggas, I tip my hat/
To the fakes, ya graves is where I spat//
Like I spat on 226’s, and any other line bitin’ bitches/
In my world, leeches are treated like the Salem witches//
(quiet) “pop all ya wheels when you ridin just like nails on the road”
Ya low bitin bitch-ass done broken the honor code/
You about as clean (no record for cheating) as a fly-lickin toad
“lace the track with tacks to slow his pace”/
What was bitten; where the tracks were traced//
This the same pussy that tellin’ me about my flow?/
Ya shit don’t fit in a bar, there goes ya “devestatin blow”//
The king don’t have any patience for bi-polar tricks/
One moment you wagin war, the next you ridin my dick//
I ain’t ready to let no motherf*cker eat me,
thats why you find little pieces of emcees in my feces weekly,
You can’t beat me you can’t control + aLt + delete me,
N*gga you can’t even shine on a song that features me,
Slippery saliva keeps my delievery tighter,
Enabling me to outmanoeuvrer Russian Minky Fighters,
Launching missles on whack rap artists like they was targets,
For comming on broader market with that garbage,
From downtown Newark to South Orange, N*ggas is paying harmage,
I’ll battle you for anything you own worth pawning,
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas,
And I swear fag, try to battle me, you won’t last,
I’ll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag,
I’ll blow you to ashes with tactics,
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard,
From the Halby Knocking Down Conference to the Gavin,
Whack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping,
For abosoulety no Rhyme + Reason I start beefing,
Spitting words faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking,
Keys for me to make examples out of someone you respect,
And That you will discover you for trying to test,
The weather ain’t nice enough to rhyme wit me,
Should surrender their soul and combine with me,
Or die violently, I try to be a millionare before the years up,
Im hungry like a dog with his ears up,
This little N*gga with heart from north Newark,
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark,
With the jaws of the great white shark, I’ll rip you apart,
My state of the art lyrically laser is razor sharpe,
Slapter the brian matter of my enemies,
With the same bullet projectory that mudered John Kennedy,
In the back of the crainal cavity,
this dude talkin about toads n shit, see the king can’t even battle
where the fuck did you get dem toad shit from, the discovery channel?
you should really look unto me as sinister
next thing you know this dude’s cryin to the minister
he be like “please pray for me reverend, it’s for my health”
“I got teared up in a battle n I need medical help
talkin about honor, you nothin but a lie
I guess he gettin worked up over the battle, I dont even need to try
sayin I bitten, I bet he written his shit
this bitch is as big of a pussie so he must be lickin dat dick
who died and made him king? john? well he’s clearly lying
cuz “the king” is gettin murdered, he’s clearly dying
sayin I’m lyin? autta smack him left to right
he lies more than undercovers, sayin they aint in the FBI
sayin I bitten, nah dawg, clearly developed my own strategy
but all this bullshit you sayin, we all know it’s blasphemy
you said I dont in four lines, so you must be a rookie
only thing “you don’t” do is get any other pussy
--- “The name of my car insurance is YO FUCKIN FAULT -Luda
patersonsbest wrote:
I ain’t ready to let no motherf*cker eat me,
thats why you find little pieces of emcees in my feces weekly,
You can’t beat me you can’t control + aLt + delete me,
N*gga you can’t even shine on a song that features me,
Slippery saliva keeps my delievery tighter,
Enabling me to outmanoeuvrer Russian Minky Fighters,
Launching missles on whack rap artists like they was targets,
For comming on broader market with that garbage,
From downtown Newark to South Orange, N*ggas is paying harmage,
I’ll battle you for anything you own worth pawning,
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas,
And I swear fag, try to battle me, you won’t last,
I’ll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag,
I’ll blow you to ashes with tactics,
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard,
From the Halby Knocking Down Conference to the Gavin,
Whack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping,
For abosoulety no Rhyme + Reason I start beefing,
Spitting words faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking,
Keys for me to make examples out of someone you respect,
And That you will discover you for trying to test,
The weather ain’t nice enough to rhyme wit me,
Should surrender their soul and combine with me,
Or die violently, I try to be a millionare before the years up,
Im hungry like a dog with his ears up,
This little N*gga with heart from north Newark,
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark,
With the jaws of the great white shark, I’ll rip you apart,
My state of the art lyrically laser is razor sharpe,
Slapter the brian matter of my enemies,
With the same bullet projectory that mudered John Kennedy,
In the back of the crainal cavity,
u from newark?
im from linden,bout 10 minutes away if u didnt know
u got sum nice lines-keep it up
both yall niggas wack like yall sniffin on prozac/ know that; i got fo(four) gatz; load that; watch a nigga fall flat/ u shoot 1 i shoot mo back/ .44 hurt a nigga wrist from the blowback/ its no crap that i know rap/ niggas wack; im like NO CRAP/ buck 50 on the interstate/ ya ride slow; top out at 108/ crazy flow; shit addictive like fat kids on cake/
im like the boss in hell/ make u bleed/ thats sauce for the shells/ turn ya smile into an ugly frown like hell rells/ where the doug? oh u dont know? ill stick ya face down a well; does that ring a bell?/ the flow sick like it was cursed with a spell/ too much niggas bite shit thats why they breath smell/ my rhyms too complitcated for rookies; if u dont understand u cant tell/ what ima say next leave a nigga brain stressed/ the k loaded/ raid approachin like im sprayin roaches/ ill have u close to god like if heaven was approachin/ flash back/ u see ya life/ i seen pass that/ u was a bitch, snitch, dope feen puttin crack on ya flapjacks
nothin can match that/ that nigga spit acid so u cant bite that/ try that/ ya HEART- will be -ATTACKed/ like hip hop police came to ARREST- u and put u in a state of -CARRDIAC/ the man in town/ gas pedal; im mashin down/ till the gas line CRACK!/ feed me rappers, but i dont want the ones thats wack/ im on a diet, asains i dont eat that/ and dont even waste ya time spittin against me , YEA YOU/ ill eat ya ass like u eat TOFU/ nigga get off the protools/ u show and tell/ like cass/ i show and PROVE/ bust a move/ ill bust the tool and have ya droll on a fried dog food! -FIRE x 1000000000000000000000-
If I need a minister then you need an exorcist/
To purge you of the demon that tells ya to be a lyricist//
Ya shit is the same shit on the station, paraphrased/
Take the weed reference and switch it to purple haze//
Ya “drops” about as complex as the Little League plays/
You once had a chart-topping single back in the day//
Now you a one-hit-wonda like the tomagotchi craze/
Reduced to hordin tips at the diner holdin trays//
Or was that ya day job? Was rappin just a guilty pleasure?/
You only went “pro” cause you want a share of the treasure?//
Fuck you, you just a little money-hungry bitch/
When the heat flashed cash you went from nigga to a snitch//
Double-crossed ya own blood, left ‘em to rot in a ditch/
All of that shit just because ya want to be rich?//
To say that you a bastard is a grave undastatement/
I bet ya’d rape ya own kids if there was a guaranteed payment//
im still spittin shit/ non bitten shit/ niggas slippin in shit/ im splittin a bitch/ empty the whole clip/ make a blood start cripin with one hit// that recoil from the pump put a nigga shoulder outa place/ when i blast i puttin a nigga shoulder accross his face!/ after this shit ima have niggas wantin to bite me/i tellem bite the heat! il give u lead posion disease/ war in the streets in snipin ina tree; scope caliberated sharply; only god can stop me/ im takin a niggas top off like if i was eating broccli/ u think i may be cocky but my straps cleaned and loaded properly; dont u see i could merk one of u niggas so easily/ u aint ready for the streets/ niggas, bitches and most of all the police/ niggas run around wit .45s that make ya face crease/ fuckin restin in peace/ they gona shit on ya grave and pee/ niggas too dirty/ exploit bitches thats squirrmy/ u need to learn/ but dont watch me, watch tv
not bad but i think u need more of a mic presence
dont jus talk-feel it
Ya, it sounds like he’s just talkin into the mic..and it would be good if you turned the bea down a bit so we could hear ya better, but it wasnt too bad. Just need to get a better mic.
not bad but i think u need more of a mic presence
dont jus talk-feel it
Ya, it sounds like he’s just talkin into the mic..and it would be good if you turned the bea down a bit so we could hear ya better, but it wasnt too bad. Just need to get a better mic.
yeah the lyrics were pretty good but you need to work on your delivery
--- Lil Wayne-This is Southern face it/If we to simple then yall don’t get the basics
MCeastside wrote:
king john nigga you could go famous with yo lyrics\best ive seen so far
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