New Tricks wrote:
rogue you kno that i can out last you/
rogue you kno that i can out past you/
im increble to this rap nigga/
blast at ya with the trigga nigga/
nigga try an come at me you fuckin cant/
monte carlo with the candy paint/
yo nigga you kno you aint/
see me an your girl faint/
try an get me im g/
OWNED HAHA!
The fuk AS did you hear what I said Chinkstah?
You suck.. plus Rogue challenged YOU AS not fukin
new Tricks so step up you damn pussy..
I dont “live by a nine” cuz I’m “livin to die”
cant' see my thoughts on what I’m thinkin, “invisible mind”
my skill aint in sight, “invisible rhymes”
I bring “miracles live” to a “criminal life”
these otha busta muthafuckaz want me “dead in cemetaries”
as like pencils, I fire off my “lead to adversaries”
my fire burns ya vision so I’m “lyrically hot”
should be barbequed by my style, but your “miracally not”
what I “do to fight shoves” of “dudes that fight rough”
they light up every time they “screwed like lightbulbs”
no “trackz die” as my “tackz fly” whos the one that’s “wack right?"
you wont see what you “act like” in ya lyrical “black eye”
I “drop you like failures” then you’ll “stop all ya prayaz”
see my rhymes like bullets that just “shot out with danger”
fake fools dont get love, they thrown “straight to the sea”
like C’s, aint got that one line that “makes them a G”
I’m bustin like “broken condoms” when I look to “smoke, n shot em”
y act is broken up as “broken oscars”
see get the picture, already “heard ya straight”
put you actors in a movie of ya so called “murda tape"
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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.
.2.2.6. wrote:
I dont “live by a nine” cuz I’m “livin to die”
cant' see my thoughts on what I’m thinkin, “invisible mind”
my skill aint in sight, “invisible rhymes”
I bring “miracles live” to a “criminal life”
these otha busta muthafuckaz want me “dead in cemetaries”
as like pencils, I fire off my “lead to adversaries”
my fire burns ya vision so I’m “lyrically hot”
should be barbequed by my style, but your “miracally not”
what I “do to fight shoves” of “dudes that fight rough”
they light up every time they “screwed like lightbulbs”
no “trackz die” as my “tackz fly” whos the one that’s “wack right?"
you wont see what you “act like” in ya lyrical “black eye”
I “drop you like failures” then you’ll “stop all ya prayaz”
see my rhymes like bullets that just “shot out with danger”
fake fools dont get love, they thrown “straight to the sea”
like C’s, aint got that one line that “makes them a G”
I’m bustin like “broken condoms” when I look to “smoke, n shot em”
y act is broken up as “broken oscars”
see get the picture, already “heard ya straight”
put you actors in a movie of ya so called “murda tape”
New Tricks wrote:
rogue you kno that i can out last you/
rogue you kno that i can out past you/
im increble to this rap nigga/
blast at ya with the trigga nigga/
nigga try an come at me you fuckin cant/
monte carlo with the candy paint/
yo nigga you kno you aint/
see me an your girl faint/
try an get me im g/
OWNED HAHA!
The fuk AS did you hear what I said Chinkstah?
You suck.. plus Rogue challenged YOU AS not fukin
new Tricks so step up you damn pussy..
A-Z-Whut-Evuh, You think you all that
Think others are a fool: “chinkstahs”
I don’t know why you think you be phat
But realize that im the only true spinsta
I be spinning them beats with my homeslice
I be bringing the heat ... my own spice
You aint given a seat, with yo hair lice (Ugh)
If thats what you eat (as in u a monkeybitch), you aint got no dice
To be playing in a game, when you aint got fire
We wild, you tame, We spit truth, u a liar
That’s why you lame, we just a tad higher
With my license to fame, We gangstas draw fire.
Im calling you out, you think u the next Jin
Ill throw u about, End up in a trash bin
Don’t frown and pout, think b4 u log in
I’ll beat you in a bout, for now this’s fin.
KrnMafia92 wrote:
A-Z-Whut-Evuh, You think you all that
Think others are a fool: “chinkstahs”
I don’t know why you think you be phat
But realize that im the only true spinsta
I be spinning them beats with my homeslice
I be bringing the heat ... my own spice
You aint given a seat, with yo hair lice (Ugh)
If thats what you eat (as in u a monkeybitch), you aint got no dice
To be playing in a game, when you aint got fire
We wild, you tame, We spit truth, u a liar
That’s why you lame, we just a tad higher
With my license to fame, We gangstas draw fire.
Im calling you out, you think u the next Jin
Ill throw u about, End up in a trash bin
Don’t frown and pout, think b4 u log in
I’ll beat you in a bout, for now this’s fin.
I’m like a X-men cause my flows are hotter than a
LAZER/and i’m sharper than a RAZER/hotter than a
mothafukin sun BEAM/Filling yo girl up with
vanilla CREAM/when you have a Wet DREAM/You’ll be
JACKIN OFF and WACKIN OFF/mofuka lyrically you
SLACKIN OFF/stepping to Aznskillz but now I got
you BACKIN OFF/I’m LOOTIN, SHOOTIN, AND BOOTIN you
DOWM/You’re not the king cause i’m wearing the
CROWN/Ima Easily Block all your BLOWS/cause their
SOFT like a SOCK unlike my FLOWS/ swining with the
quickness of Roy JONES/Breaking shattering your
BONES/Ur Girl likes the THICKNESS of my DIK/
rhyming SIK/ I got your CHIK/jumping on my DIK/
as were HUMPIN, you’ll hear THUMPING, fukin her
so hard like we’re KRUMPING/The Next JIN? na
claiming you Hot but you’ve neva commited a SIN!/
Sorry Buddie with those weak ass bars.. your
not gunna WIN/
X-men have flows that are hotter than lazers. Of course.
My blows are like a sock?
I’ve committed crimes, I’m mofuckin hot
But i wipe off the grime, cuz I dont wanna get caught.
I’ve never done time, I’m all that some ppl got
So I rather spit rhymes and dodge bullet shots
When I pull off shit, I’m careful and smart
OG, you aint it, you’re dumb as a fart
So I watch my tracks, while people worry at home
So don’t be talking smack, while u live in a privileged “dome”
You always be talking about fucking another’s gal
If you did u wouldnt be walking, 2 in the head by your pal
You aint fucking my gal, Im really fucking your girl
She’s my bitchin pal, though she may be your world.
I’m keeping it quiet, and I’m playing it smooth
Don’t want to incite a riot, while we fuck in the tech booth
She got some nice tits, and a round firm ass
She’s one of the best hits in your chemistry class
You turn you back a second, she’s screwing your friend
ANother dude she beckons, It never will end.
I got to get back to other work
You, forget it, my time ure not worth
KrnMafia92 wrote:
X-men have flows that are hotter than lazers. Of course.
My blows are like a sock?
I’ve committed crimes, I’m mofuckin hot
But i wipe off the grime, cuz I dont wanna get caught.
I’ve never done time, I’m all that some ppl got
So I rather spit rhymes and dodge bullet shots
When I pull off shit, I’m careful and smart
OG, you aint it, you’re dumb as a fart
So I watch my tracks, while people worry at home
So don’t be talking smack, while u live in a privileged “dome”
You always be talking about fucking another’s gal
If you did u wouldnt be walking, 2 in the head by your pal
You aint fucking my gal, Im really fucking your girl
She’s my bitchin pal, though she may be your world.
I’m keeping it quiet, and I’m playing it smooth
Don’t want to incite a riot, while we fuck in the tech booth
She got some nice tits, and a round firm ass
She’s one of the best hits in your chemistry class
You turn you back a second, she’s screwing your friend
ANother dude she beckons, It never will end.
I got to get back to other work
You, forget it, my time ure not worth
lol.. you’re weak dude.. acting all cocky and shit.
Getting rid ov me?
If so, you would have tried.
The only way i’m leaving this bitch is suicide.
I have died clinically.
I ride back at my enemy’s crib with hennessy.
Get drunk then i finished he.
I’m every niggaz favorite arch enemy.
Fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef.
I spark dilligently but i’m mentally endangered.
I can’t stay away from the razor.
I just want my face in the paper.
I wish a nigga had a grenade that could awake neighbors for acres.
Step off my jock cause shit it’s getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I’m curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious
We living for real and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fucking minute to think about what you’ve done
When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none
I’m like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Your game’s just like a midget, you’re clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that’s how we live it.
.2.2.6. wrote:
I dont “live by a nine” cuz I’m “livin to die”
cant' see my thoughts on what I’m thinkin, “invisible mind”
my skill aint in sight, “invisible rhymes”
I bring “miracles live” to a “criminal life”
these otha busta muthafuckaz want me “dead in cemetaries”
as like pencils, I fire off my “lead to adversaries”
my fire burns ya vision so I’m “lyrically hot”
should be barbequed by my style, but your “miracally not”
what I “do to fight shoves” of “dudes that fight rough”
they light up every time they “screwed like lightbulbs”
no “trackz die” as my “tackz fly” whos the one that’s “wack right?"
you wont see what you “act like” in ya lyrical “black eye”
I “drop you like failures” then you’ll “stop all ya prayaz”
see my rhymes like bullets that just “shot out with danger”
fake fools dont get love, they thrown “straight to the sea”
like C’s, aint got that one line that “makes them a G”
I’m bustin like “broken condoms” when I look to “smoke, n shot em”
y act is broken up as “broken oscars”
see get the picture, already “heard ya straight”
put you actors in a movie of ya so called “murda tape”
That’s some hot shit 2.2.6.
And btw, here is some good shit.
De La Soul - Breakadawn
good looks homie n yea thatz is sum nice shit.
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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.
.2.2.6. wrote:
I dont “live by a nine” cuz I’m “livin to die”
cant' see my thoughts on what I’m thinkin, “invisible mind”
my skill aint in sight, “invisible rhymes”
I bring “miracles live” to a “criminal life”
these otha busta muthafuckaz want me “dead in cemetaries”
as like pencils, I fire off my “lead to adversaries”
my fire burns ya vision so I’m “lyrically hot”
should be barbequed by my style, but your “miracally not”
what I “do to fight shoves” of “dudes that fight rough”
they light up every time they “screwed like lightbulbs”
no “trackz die” as my “tackz fly” whos the one that’s “wack right?"
you wont see what you “act like” in ya lyrical “black eye”
I “drop you like failures” then you’ll “stop all ya prayaz”
see my rhymes like bullets that just “shot out with danger”
fake fools dont get love, they thrown “straight to the sea”
like C’s, aint got that one line that “makes them a G”
I’m bustin like “broken condoms” when I look to “smoke, n shot em”
y act is broken up as “broken oscars”
see get the picture, already “heard ya straight”
put you actors in a movie of ya so called “murda tape”
Man, yung khriz, got a style that even I can’t find
Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain’t mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain’t mine
And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it’s combat time
KrnMafia92 wrote:
X-men have flows that are hotter than lazers. Of course.
My blows are like a sock?
I’ve committed crimes, I’m mofuckin hot
But i wipe off the grime, cuz I dont wanna get caught.
I’ve never done time, I’m all that some ppl got
So I rather spit rhymes and dodge bullet shots
When I pull off shit, I’m careful and smart
OG, you aint it, you’re dumb as a fart
So I watch my tracks, while people worry at home
So don’t be talking smack, while u live in a privileged “dome”
You always be talking about fucking another’s gal
If you did u wouldnt be walking, 2 in the head by your pal
You aint fucking my gal, Im really fucking your girl
She’s my bitchin pal, though she may be your world.
I’m keeping it quiet, and I’m playing it smooth
Don’t want to incite a riot, while we fuck in the tech booth
She got some nice tits, and a round firm ass
She’s one of the best hits in your chemistry class
You turn you back a second, she’s screwing your friend
ANother dude she beckons, It never will end.
I got to get back to other work
You, forget it, my time ure not worth
Ever heard of Similies and Metaphors?
Making fun of Camparisons but that’s how
your lines are..
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