| 18 Jul 2008 10:51 pm |
Wannabe Rep: 1 Joined: 18 Sep 2007 Posts: 43 OFFLINE | 408 Soljah wrote:
YOUNG TURK wrote:
check out dat freestyle. anyone liked it?
that shit go’s bla thas wuz good! keep hit’em up young turk, yadida!
thnks b u like dah otha 1?
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| 18 Jul 2008 10:59 pm |
Regular Rep: 12 Joined: 30 Nov 2007 Posts: 970 OFFLINE | Kasanova... your fuckin styles don’t match. One was really good and the rest were mediocre as fuck... I’m a middle-class white kid... used to be kinda poor but now im not...
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"Met a blind rapper, said he my number one fan/ his fingers was blinkin like he could see through his hands/ when he’s as old as me, he’ll probably be a better man/ only 13, and just as nice as I am/ everything I can see, he can’t/ goddamn/ maybe everything I can’t see he can/" — Papoose | |
| 18 Jul 2008 11:04 pm |
Wannabe Rep: 1Joined: 18 Sep 2007 Posts: 43 OFFLINE | yo rogue u liked dah freestyles?
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turk holla | |
| 18 Jul 2008 11:06 pm |
Regular Rep: 1Joined: 17 Jul 2008 Posts: 113 OFFLINE | dude rogue y u hatin on nova so much thats the 2nd time uve been hatin on him wats wit all the hate man?
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| 18 Jul 2008 11:26 pm |
Regular Rep: 12Joined: 30 Nov 2007 Posts: 970 OFFLINE | meh not bad young turk
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"Met a blind rapper, said he my number one fan/ his fingers was blinkin like he could see through his hands/ when he’s as old as me, he’ll probably be a better man/ only 13, and just as nice as I am/ everything I can see, he can’t/ goddamn/ maybe everything I can’t see he can/" — Papoose | |
| 18 Jul 2008 11:37 pm |
Regular Rep: 1Joined: 17 Jul 2008 Posts: 113 OFFLINE | ay yall checc out my latest rap iight give me feedbacc on this one tell me wat ya think of it
My flow is hot it feels like its been thru a microwave
I enslave rhymes and use’em to put a stop to all the rappers who misbehave
Put’em to work in my melody fields
Make’em pick up the flow once the seasons came
And go along wit your flow cause you aint got none
Dont mess wit Kyree cause Im Americas next favorite son
Rhymes blazin like the sun and every lyric I spit another lyric considered outdone
By Kyree the only ill rapper who can put ladies straight on their knees
This flow inside like just like that of a viral disease
It spreads through me infectious
Do my rhymes break necks yes
Do my rhymes kill flakes yes
So dont ask if my rhymes are effective
Creative like God when it comes to rap
Cause on the seventh day Kyree created the gap
Between him and the wack
Cause this shit here its the no name rap
So all those who feel me just give a clap
Snap back like a rubberband
You bite my style like a dog Ill bite off ya fuckin mic hand
You try to bite but like a butcher I chop
Maybe instead of raps you should google what is hip-hop
Cause surely a rap artist you are not
My rhymes will tie ya in a knot
Get high of my flow not high off the pot
Now Kyree just stay on the plot
Plottin your death hear you choke ya last breath
Kyree’s the reason for the recent wack deaths
Shakin ya like an earthquake
Make wack rappers necks break
Pushin they wheelchairs ova straight outta tha hospital
Trippin ova my flow cause Im that of a hostel child
Compiles of compiled raps sittin in my basement
I wreck ya rhymes wit spit like acid wrappin rappers in plastic
Watchin’em suffer cause the condition is drastic
Puttin them in ambulances
Piercin your body like that of middle age lances
Metaphors stick to you like fly paper
Figure out ya weaknesses like the gang catch villians in the scooby doo capers
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| 18 Jul 2008 11:55 pm |
Wannabe Rep: 1Joined: 18 Sep 2007 Posts: 43 OFFLINE | yo im up hea in dhis lounge freestylin it feels madd late// but im prefectin da flow so i can spit lesson to my classmate// yea like brisco n wayne im in dah hood// spittin sum unwritten scripts but i aint hollywood// i am da Turk nikka should i spell it out dhis time// ima Teenage dude Targetin Toys wit Tuff lines// Urgently Usin my Unique flo in Unbeliveble time// I laff while makin Ridicule of Ridiculous Rhymes// cuz my rap is lethal it Kill Kids n piss on em lika imma r Kelly type of guy// so i desevere respect but i aint an aretha type of guy// im dah type 2 get so high sip sum redd bull n beleive i can fly// or imma guy in ya crib fuckin up ur wife// cuz i stay in dah pussy like a vaginal parasite//
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turk hollaLast edited 18 Jul 2008 11:57 pm by YOUNG TURK | |
| 18 Jul 2008 11:59 pm |
Wannabe Rep: 1Joined: 18 Sep 2007 Posts: 43 OFFLINE | Rogue wrote:
meh not bad young turk
thnks dude look out for more ima stil b freestylin probaly like 2 or 4 freestyles a day in my spare time
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turk holla | |
| 19 Jul 2008 12:08 am |
Regular Rep: 12Joined: 30 Nov 2007 Posts: 970 OFFLINE | a milli freestyle
http://www.jamglue.com/mixes/4369451-A-Milli-Freestyle
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"Met a blind rapper, said he my number one fan/ his fingers was blinkin like he could see through his hands/ when he’s as old as me, he’ll probably be a better man/ only 13, and just as nice as I am/ everything I can see, he can’t/ goddamn/ maybe everything I can’t see he can/" — PapooseLast edited 19 Jul 2008 12:13 am by Rogue | |
| 19 Jul 2008 12:16 am |
Wannabe Rep: 1Joined: 18 Sep 2007 Posts: 43 OFFLINE | yo imma all about dah dolla nd ten dimes// cuz money i make it happen and pussy is always fine// im always on ma grind// hustle allot time// baggin shit up like grocerys, ina line// if yah watch aint a rolex break it cuz imma head of time// stampin my way threw NY like imma a gaint// butt i dnt pitch footballs, rather hand off nicks and a couple dimes// if u gotta big mouth u betta close it like a mime// cuase u dnt wanna me runin up in ya home wita nine// — quick shit
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turk holla | |
| 19 Jul 2008 09:55 am |
Wannabe Rep: 1 Joined: 04 Mar 2008 Posts: 55 OFFLINE | finally someone posts an audio! mah nigga Rogue, good shit dawg, keep’em comin.
Aye, i think everyone should drop 1 of thier best verses possible over the mic and then we can rate top 3 or top 5 or whateva! yadig? Lemme know if anyone is down.
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"I know the process is so much stress, but it’s the progress that feels the best” - Weezy F. | |
| 19 Jul 2008 11:13 am |
Regular Rep: 4Joined: 17 Jul 2008 Posts: 225 OFFLINE | yo i kick flows and rip shows
straight dis hoes, ur bitch knows
talk shit bro and get ya wrist slit slow
and six ribs broke
i’m on some insane deranged shit
my brains size allows me to shape shift
like the black suited sentinels from the matrix
if i battle you don’t meet ya death fake or stage it
cuz if you still got ya life i’m hunting you down to take it
my lyrics upset ya stomach like ulcers
i’m slapping you till you see planets
i’m the type that be clutching a knife and foams at the mouth
screwin ya wife while she alone at ya house
i’m leaving punks in wheelchairs
i’ll scare you till you feel fear
so tremendous ya eyes will bleed tears
and scream and screech till you need air
i hit homies constantly like enter on ya keyboard
and blow spots up like 400 pounds of C-4
i dont wunt none of you punks cloning this
cuz i’m claiming more lives than a drunk motorist
i sack rappers like linebackers for the packers
and snap they backs like gram crackers
and grasp the world in my hands like atlas
and i’ll smash the whole map
and give these insolent fools wut the hell they asked for
forget a body cast try a body bag
if u wanna brag
i’m a pump the shoty fast
aim at ya frame and drop ya ass
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| 19 Jul 2008 11:13 am |
Regular Rep: 4Joined: 17 Jul 2008 Posts: 225 OFFLINE | A shot to the throat deals a blow to the vision
With a mission for precision with it’s neural division
As the thoughts drift along with every disposition
To the carefree mass of mindless decisions
Remission’s a nightmare of epic proportions
The goal isn’t recovery —
It’s total distortion
So just pour some more until your instinct hits the floor
Let your vitals start to roar until it seems like less is more
It’s an encore of chaos until your will is broken
Telling token secrets that were better left unspoken
Before you’re choking on blood...
or is it raspberry pucker??
And screaming “mother fucker!" till they mix you another
Sobreity is fading, invading the edges of time
Ticking off the hours with a fresh wedge of lime
Sublime retention then divine intervention
As your sin hits the toilet as a crude introspection
Confession forgotten, the aroma so rotten
Passed out on the couch, drowning guilt in its cotton
The spirits forgotten, not knowin who you are
Wonderin how the hell you made it this far
When you stuck behind bars
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| 19 Jul 2008 11:14 am |
Regular Rep: 4Joined: 17 Jul 2008 Posts: 225 OFFLINE | 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
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| 19 Jul 2008 06:40 pm |
Regular Rep: 12Joined: 30 Nov 2007 Posts: 970 OFFLINE | Da One freestyle
http://www.jamglue.com/tracks/1597011-Da-one-Rap-Instrumental-w-pics
I wanna be the one to be lethal on tracks like my mouth is daggers or even guns
keep these people sprung and ready for action, im steady relaxin
under palm trees but if heads get in the way ill be deadly and crack some
dreamin of screamin by in a chevy with mags under,
they say im an oxymoron... white rapper like black thunder
asian thug like a christian with a weed daughter or havin a crack son
still pack a knife in my pocket, never will my fingers let my blade drop
though im outta the hood like a sun-lover when the rain stops
my skills so proficient, i still kill so swiftly i could train cops
but they discriminatin cuz im young and look a little asian
some think im hispanic and they can’t stand it so they fixed on hatin
think im illegal, came in with six people, crossed the border
and came cause i was forced and took orders
to fuck up america, false like bush supporters
like 'this is just my offer.. take it or leave it
'get a ticket or go to court, maybe straight to jail even'
yo the difference isn’t the salary or race that stood up
it’s the mentality and face you put up
equality will trace, not like 'this race should suck'
we’re all one, and now im all done, ive gotta place my hood up... QUEENS!!! One love...
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"Met a blind rapper, said he my number one fan/ his fingers was blinkin like he could see through his hands/ when he’s as old as me, he’ll probably be a better man/ only 13, and just as nice as I am/ everything I can see, he can’t/ goddamn/ maybe everything I can’t see he can/" — PapooseLast edited 19 Jul 2008 06:41 pm by Rogue | |
| 19 Jul 2008 06:50 pm |
Regular Rep: 12Joined: 30 Nov 2007 Posts: 970 OFFLINE | acapella freestyle
on a mission to make a true classic, steal some hits from ya crew’s traffic, other shit, man i blew past it, sucka bitches are too average, so i bust a clip through they cabbage, my fuckin clique made of rude savages, don’t suck my dick cause thats too faggot, my truck is slick with the blue plaques, the f150 is truly fast cause, its the svt and i flew at it in the dealership, its not automatic, cause when i fuckin shift ima smoke the cragars, on my left hip is the chrome magnum, and my music shit is so jammin, i rip you quick cause this fool saddens me cause he trusts im rich when its all jacked and i grab what i grip while they holds slacken
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"Met a blind rapper, said he my number one fan/ his fingers was blinkin like he could see through his hands/ when he’s as old as me, he’ll probably be a better man/ only 13, and just as nice as I am/ everything I can see, he can’t/ goddamn/ maybe everything I can’t see he can/" — PapooseLast edited 19 Jul 2008 06:57 pm by Rogue | |
| 19 Jul 2008 08:24 pm |
226 nli Guest | I’m a four-five that shoots at “point blank”
my strike peirces thru ya nerves, n kills at “short rate”
no matter any distance I’m still “more straight”
my precision captures bullseyes, betta than “more think”
we can play it step by step, till I’m “pushin off the stairwell”
get a casket n a suit, when I “shoot it, then its farewell”
Ill bring one rose for peace, then “throw it up high”
shoot off each petal with a cap, watch it “blow in the sky”
if its nine, to ya one, dont “add another one”
cuz you a snitch if you add, so its gon be “troublesome”
dudes’ll clock ya for everythin, so you betta “duck n run”
if you big, you gonna pop, just like blowin “bubble gum”
I moved my “peices in place”, held the “jesus on chains”
said short prayers for hope, cuz aint no “peace in the game”
when luck ran, skill remained, I was “breathin okay”
till I saw death fill the air, seems I was “leavin today”
many times “tragedy” came up front n “laughed at me”
has my eyes red, n swellin up, like I was havin “allergies”
so you know I dont give nothin, cuz what I’m “gettin is none”
my system’s blood, flows with pain, but I aint “lettin it run”
“more pain”, till “more came” I was “okay”
pops cant tell me to go inside the house n “go play”
cuz if I was on “balla blockin” n sumone forced to “go pay”
the rush of A’s, make me swing, then “no pain” I’m “okay”
seein “holes in adversaries” the “more I blast will vary”
from wannabes, to real b’s, as I “hold my sanctuaries”
bring up “militaries” to “kill me ready” caps fly n “miss me barely”
but I cant punk at nothin, even if I’m fraid, n “this is scary"
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| 19 Jul 2008 09:03 pm |
Regular Rep: 17 Joined: 29 May 2008 Posts: 604 OFFLINE | RandoM- havent spit for a while;
Im a party G, I go clubbin every year- I enter hauling gear, with a ballin spear, and an iced ear/ Il steer eyes with brawling fear, stallin near, Im a marine~ no callin of haterz here/ My tongues burnt {Im A Mystery, Im a burn faggots erase 2pac and make history!/ I shine in this glory, i was born from a sun itz my story, I jumped from boy to g real hurry/ Im a trajedy I only know gory!/ Listen/ I cap cunts with fat bluntz so even heaven hears cat grunts/ Watch this puzzy front, push me? no tell-eh-scope but ul be seein stars for months/ Im 200 hundred pounds of hustle, 200 hundred rounds of muscle/ Il beat ya face in , eyez’l be shut when im sprayin or like when cops are macin , E’z faggot or ul be part-of-the-chasing/
When I move - I swagger jewlery, I get so much pussy its like im swimmin in a pool-of-v, last time you fucked a bitch ya went to jail for animal cruelty-/ faggotz
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In a party full of average fish the sharks really stand out
DMX wrote:
Made me a leader before I was ready to lead, Took away my hunger but didn’t give me greed.
 Last edited 19 Jul 2008 09:13 pm by GoDzMaRiNe | |
| 20 Jul 2008 02:45 am |
speakerzz nli Guest | 3 peat/ a milli freestyle
im on it yes im on it/ lil weezy i can shit on your track and just straight pawn it/ and sell it for a milli without having to mow the lawn bitch/ and keep spittin a waterfall until dawn kid/ they say my mouth is where atlantic runs/ and t.i. ran away cuz i had all of atlanta’s guns/ haha and ill have u like how a panda runs/ close to extinct, body in a motherfuckin landfill son/ you can be the landfill’s son/ i blow up quick like a kid gave me a handful of gum/ haha and i love to laugh kid/ at the way cats try hard to attack bigs/ joker, move over..i can cause deaths more graphic/ if i roll deep, then you know why theres traffic/ oh damn i think this verse is static/ kiddos' ears gettin stung when they hear the last lick/ i cant feel the electricity cuz im plastic/ why is this plastic so fantastic but not elastic/ its cuz lawyers come to me because im firm/ and leave no money left unearned/ i use it to burn the urn/ and so all you haters can step back/ smoke some and relax/ now see that? truck left because it couldnt eat trash/ and if they call me east trash then heres some feedback/ i dont give a motherfuckin beeswax/ haha im on it yes im on it/ should i switch to another track because i just pawned this/ a milli a milli a millionaire/ call me the don cuz im like a sicilian heir/ to a mafia throne, they call me don corleone/ and that last line just popped right off my dome/ a milli a milli a millionaire/ im quick to ride dirty like chamillionaire/ and i should be signed to jay’s label the way i throw my rock size up in the air/ and the feeling’s already here, im gettin a million stares/ of admiration, and some bitches already goin through masturbation/ haha im so fair/ a milli a milli a million/ number of bullets from a milli son/ and if you really wanna know whats the dealy son/ im spittin money like im a scrilly one/ and bitches screamin like theyre shrilly ones/ a milli here and a million done/ and im done, let the curtains close, for really son/
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| 20 Jul 2008 04:01 am |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 7 Joined: 28 May 2007 Posts: 1,176 ONLINE | ah shit! they got a Cypher up on YOUTUBE..
thing is you gotta get called out by another rapper..
has to be 16 bars max..
and shit like that.. You HAVE to be called out to be in the
cypher.
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