I picked a page, on the way, gave a “call to my soldiers”
said to them, dont mess this, or its “all on my shoulders”
yellin, commandin as I “sat in the office”
no coke on the table, cuz “that’s more than just harmless”
still I’m dazed, as I’m hearin all “shots from point blank”
bullets of my perimeter, I “locked up my bank”
kept the mac in the drawer, but my “9 in my draws”
the K hangs below the frame, n if its “time for the call”
the homies called back, sum time, “after the stickup”
said half of em was gunned down, so “half em aint get much”
they was told to come round the crib, but “creep like a baby”
I pushed they cradles of branches, made em “sleep like sum babies”
as my world cracks, as it “sits on my delts”
assistance only brings hell, so aint no “wishin for help”
every dog got a day, seems I “had a whole week”
before jealous muthafuckas busted “caps on my street"
--- “The name of my car insurance is YO FUCKIN FAULT -Luda
AznSkillz wrote:
You want more here it comes.. Diss J Dummy Bird lol..
I’ll rip ya Face off leave ya..
Faceless Your flow and style is TASTELESS/Man ima get ABSURD/Beat you lyrically to the Ground until ya mouth eats the CURB ya damn NERD/The LAST thing you’ll ever see is my BLAST/SMACKING you/ATTACKING
You/You’re like a Cigarrette that i’m just SMOKIN/Talking about you bad homie you must be JOKIN!/Cause with my GRIP/Your Skin I RIP/Wont stop until I Empty the CLIP/Yeah I’m RUDE when I say I truly am GRIPPIN and RIPPIN/Spillin yo BLOOD slamming yo face in the MUD/You Fake AZZ CLOWN/Ima make ya FALL DOWN/Your not WORTH IT/I shock yo azz like a mo fukin Electrical CIRCUIT/You can’t Handle my Left or my RIGHT/You can’t handle my BLOWS/Looking fly from my Head to my TOES/You soft like HOES/And Everyone KNOWS/AznSkillz is the NAME/and I knocked this cat straight out of this GAME/
Jus Foolin
I clip-clap when I spit 'mac-s, I rip-tracks, thats facts~/ I put on shows with packed 'pacs', your flows denser then ear-wax/ GET BACK!/ Your a pussy you faggot, you maggot you cunt!/ G-u aint, your an asian version of james blunt/ You cant rhyme, you cant handle a line, just like the pre-school kind!/ I could type text id still be a mime (to ya), cause your yellow mind comes with bein horizion blind/ With your horizion eyes, I dont got rice but I got fried fries/ Let me put sum “grease” on those bones, so ul actually be packin thighs!/ Youve been on here so long but you havent improved, see ya aint strong when I say “you aint moved”/ You are “the shit” your “shit” should get removed, matter fact it should get 'moved' to Unimproved/ sit up homi, you’ve got alot to do.
AznSkillz wrote:
You want more here it comes.. Diss J Dummy Bird lol..
I’ll rip ya Face off leave ya..
Faceless Your flow and style is TASTELESS/Man ima get ABSURD/Beat you lyrically to the Ground until ya mouth eats the CURB ya damn NERD/The LAST thing you’ll ever see is my BLAST/SMACKING you/ATTACKING
You/You’re like a Cigarrette that i’m just SMOKIN/Talking about you bad homie you must be JOKIN!/Cause with my GRIP/Your Skin I RIP/Wont stop until I Empty the CLIP/Yeah I’m RUDE when I say I truly am GRIPPIN and RIPPIN/Spillin yo BLOOD slamming yo face in the MUD/You Fake AZZ CLOWN/Ima make ya FALL DOWN/Your not WORTH IT/I shock yo azz like a mo fukin Electrical CIRCUIT/You can’t Handle my Left or my RIGHT/You can’t handle my BLOWS/Looking fly from my Head to my TOES/You soft like HOES/And Everyone KNOWS/AznSkillz is the NAME/and I knocked this cat straight out of this GAME/
Jus Foolin
I clip-clap when I spit 'mac-s, I rip-tracks, thats facts~/ I put on shows with packed 'pacs', your flows denser then ear-wax/ GET BACK!/ Your a pussy you faggot, you maggot you cunt!/ G-u aint, your an asian version of james blunt/ You cant rhyme, you cant handle a line, just like the pre-school kind!/ I could type text id still be a mime (to ya), cause your yellow mind comes with bein horizion blind/ With your horizion eyes, I dont got rice but I got fried fries/ Let me put sum “grease” on those bones, so ul actually be packin thighs!/ Youve been on here so long but you havent improved, see ya aint strong when I say “you aint moved”/ You are “the shit” your “shit” should get removed, matter fact it should get 'moved' to Unimproved/ sit up homi, you’ve got alot to do.
lol
Yeah you’ll hear my Heater “CLICKIN and CLOCKIN”
I’m “PICKIN ur COFFIN!" PLOTTIN to put you in
ur “COFFIN”/Your soft like COTTON so go pick some
more.. lol/and your soft like TISSUE/ima rip you
like a TISSUE/cuz ur not a fukin ISSUE/Bullets
will not MISS YOU/
I’m not god man but i’ll have you on your knees
“PRAYIN” and like Deoderant my techs will be
“SPRAYIN”/I’ll Hit you with the “SHOTY FAG” put
you corpse in a “BODY BAG”/You “DISSIN ME?"
this Fagget is Gay.. he’s “KISSING ME”/I’m like a
virus son.. “SHUTTING you DOWN”/And with the Razor
sharp knife homie i’m “CUTTING you DOWN”/Yeah my
eyes are “SLANTED” but your wishing for a Death
wish i’m like a Genie YOUr WISH WILL BE “GRANTED”/
yup Chinky “EYES” talking about my Thighs?
You’ll be sucking me below my Thighs =)/
When My Glock 'Pops' Nigga’s Run 'Screamin!'//
Like Some Crow 'Flocks' Seeing A 'Demon'//
I Need A 'Sock' For My 'Dick' To 'Stop' The 'Seamen'//
You Know Im On My 'Block' When The Sprays 'Click'//
All You See Is It 'Chop' In The 'Air' And The 'Gleamin!'//
Nigga, I 'Swear' Dont You 'Dare' Start The 'Schemin!//
Cause Ill Knock You Flat On The Floor No More 'Dreamin!'//
Well...Im Pretty Proud of that for off my head... sort of...
What Does Everyone Think? Holla Back.
.
--- Dont Go Testin' My Boundaries, Cause You Wont Gain Entry//
Could Get Messy Like A Cocaine Druggies Mind When Hes Empty//
Yo my name is one that demands respect, when i slam your chest and bullets blam ya vest to see if you withstand the test of time, ya now rockin with the best of rhymes, and my verses are just sublime, have you payin extra fines, like a traffic cop but i dont blast the glock, i prefer to fuck you up and get you on my team... i’ll burn ya eyes like lookin straight into hi-beams, i’m ruthless, and it’s all cause of my dreams, to finally have something, cuz its been too long and ive had nothing, not even a stereo in the Ac' bumpin, and what i had, i had to defend, so if you run up you’ll get smacked up, then, forced to back up, and my verses are a little like snortin crack, what, cause you get addicted to the flow, my skill is prolific, so, i murda you in single verse, you get no grip on a weapon, for you no things’ll work... you’re FUCKED...!!!
... worse than a whore in a red light district, im hot, even the feds might hit this, but i keep it on the low so i aint gotta extend my clip and.. shootout, if i get caught blow ya roof out with a rocket launcher, and if you even try and retaliate ill block ya storms and... put it down for queens, the realest borough, my homies thourough with the realest dreams, we don’t leave any clues for forensics to peer at, so these scared cats fear my team.... YEAH!
DAMN that was hot.
.
--- "Death is inevitable... Welcome it as a friend, and it can’t be your enemy”
What I wouldn’t give to start over...
waddup ya’ll,
Dis is a crazzyy lil white bitch,
dat’s whats ta learn how ta freestyle,
i’ve beeen wantin ta fo awhile,
but havent done shit,
but just sittin on muh ass,
taking life bit by bit.
Yo my name is one that demands respect, when i slam your chest and bullets blam ya vest to see if you withstand the test of time, ya now rockin with the best of rhymes, and my verses are just sublime, have you payin extra fines, like a traffic cop but i dont blast the glock, i prefer to fuck you up and get you on my team... i’ll burn ya eyes like lookin straight into hi-beams, i’m ruthless, and it’s all cause of my dreams, to finally have something, cuz its been too long and ive had nothing, not even a stereo in the Ac' bumpin, and what i had, i had to defend, so if you run up you’ll get smacked up, then, forced to back up, and my verses are a little like snortin crack, what, cause you get addicted to the flow, my skill is prolific, so, i murda you in single verse, you get no grip on a weapon, for you no things’ll work... you’re FUCKED...!!!
... worse than a whore in a red light district, im hot, even the feds might hit this, but i keep it on the low so i aint gotta extend my clip and.. shootout, if i get caught blow ya roof out with a rocket launcher, and if you even try and retaliate ill block ya storms and... put it down for queens, the realest borough, my homies thourough with the realest dreams, we don’t leave any clues for forensics to peer at, so these scared cats fear my team.... YEAH!
DAMN that was hot.
.
Fuck it. This is a diss to anyone who wants it. Get at me muffuckaz. I wanna battle Vintage, but I don’t think I’m that good yet. But King John, AznSkillz, 226, and the rest of you muffuckaz.. I’m callin you out.
--- "Death is inevitable... Welcome it as a friend, and it can’t be your enemy”
What I wouldn’t give to start over...
Aaah fuck you hoes I got a TV show to catch in 10 minutes I’m out. Anyone gettin at me, you’re lucky.. you won’t be put in a casket until next week, when I’m back. And that’s the earliest time I can do it.
--- "Death is inevitable... Welcome it as a friend, and it can’t be your enemy”
What I wouldn’t give to start over...
In about half a week, what I “accomplished in days”
took down my enemies n they “accomplices ways”
as I smelled in smoke from the “bombins n sprays”
life like chronic, gettin used up, it “gotten me dazed”
sittin back, wishin stacks, seein all the “pictured acts”
of how we use to sit on corners, look at bitches, wish we “hittin that”
till we hittin to much, n “busted sum guns”
n thats how bitches aint just women, n aint no “trustin ya funds”
went from NY to dirty south, whole “game in its tempo”
n the foundation made with dough, as it “frames up these windows”
lookin out to the world, with all its “risins n droppins”
drivin in fresh shoes, till we “ridin with problems”
only a kid born in hell, been “takin the heat”
on sum penny-dime shit, for our “pays thru the week”
smoke smokes, stroke hos, sit back n “coast roads”
not seein the “doe go” till there’s “no more”
Straight Ballin
Livin fast thru the “slow times” seems like I’m in “cold kinds”
frozen in my head, visions seems like its from “coke lines”
wonderin n thinkin, how long I’m “livin in this life”
hope I could come thru more pussy, so I’m “livin it twice”
that means twice times, the childhood, “learnin my trouble”
lightin up the blunts, faster, n “burnin it double”
two times to lose the V, ha? that’s “goin thru hell”
death makes comfort towards the start, then starts “blowin its bells”
n all the stress gets the best, makes more “space in the brain waves”
lose a couple homies, that was “sprayed in the same day”
all us buggin, so we sprayed, n we lay “flat in the dirt”
lose a kingdom n the crown, n all the “stacks for whats worth”
cruisin down to a mellow style, “kickin it back”
rather sleep thru my times before its “clips in my hats”
hell, I’m scared of coasters, cuz while we “rise to the peak”
we fall so fast from the top, so we “die in the streetz”
Sky’s The Limit
Only twenty four in one, then seven for “fifty two”
thats 365, a year of shit that we “livin to”
prior knowledge, no sense, without “havin ambition”
thas wasted talent on the line, aint no “stacks without limpin”
n strugglin in hurts, for whats “worth for workin g’s”
leavin fools, cut down, more “worse than surgery”
n autopsys, still I “rose to the clouds”
killed the king, fucked the queen, now I’m “holdin the crown”
only the strongest survive thru the “blasts of gat caps”
all us want “gats to blast back," “macs with fast tacks”
one to a million, n a “billion to none”
whatever odds, showin, is a “killin to come”
felt like montana in his prime, “sittin in bubbles”
n always actin the fool, like I’m “wishin for trouble”
never shot manolo tho, but still I’m “shot in the back”
aint knowin where I’m at cuz I “got of the map"
--- “The name of my car insurance is YO FUCKIN FAULT -Luda
--- (Canibus)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(Canibus)/LIKE TUPAC KEEPING IT £$THUG4LIFE$£
Ayo EmiTheLyricalMaster
I read ur rap
that shit can’t be called muzic
cause dat shitz only crap
Yeah, I b spittin my shit
why yo ass iz on yo knees
cause u b suckin my dick
u c how i spit
im a hardcore rapper
how u like dat bitch
Look me up sometime
DJ Spectac-U-L-A
So fuck you
and have a nice day
Yea thats my freestyle
how u like me now
no offence 2 EmiTheLyricalMaster
itz just buissiness
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