like i said dont mean 2 sound racist but it's true n u know it
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growin up
like i said dont mean 2 sound racist but it's true n u know it
next topic
growin up
Git money dats all I ever heard n ma life, so I ha 2 git on ma grind dat herb an dat white/ an like a child at birth it wuz nice, I aint have 2 scrap I could jus use ma verses 2 fight/ but as I got older an I got alil smarter, I got alil bolder an I got alil harder/ I got alil taller but I only seen it as an advantage if n e of dese slik niggaz startin/ da larkin'll take away dey vision like darkness , c'n all blakc like dey fell n a tar pit/ an if it take away feelin it not cuz dey heartless, it more cuz dey talkin 2 I warned um be cautious/blazin niggaz like trees dat got ma view like im foreign, spark up sum weed an watch it on da news n da mornin/ I gotta stay high, yall kno who dese stars git, an dis is jus a chance 4 yall 2 read how ma thoughts git/
N/\T false claimin
NFL 521 3@$t$1D3 Bang Dat Or Git Aim'd At
You talk hallow and try to walk with prosthetic legs.
Too worried about society status and climbing social pegs.
Stories of dealin keys instead and infamous murders of local feds.
Hysterically, your claims seem to clatter incoherently.
Apparently, nothing holds truth and you show through transparently.
Fraudulentness reeks through the air, The false cloak begins to wear,
the truth is near and the stipes on your uniform appear bare.
Now it's clear that your facade is beginning to tear.
And I'm willing, so you stop lyin, to do whatever it takes,
To shake your falseness out and beat you until your face breaks
N/T:The advice given to you by a disembodied head on a stick
"You can note that me bein whack is like napps on Kojak." - Ressurector
am i trippin i swear i seen a head on a stick//talkin sum shit//like remember who u r don let ya mind become thick//he said punchlinez r nice but spit it from tha heart//lets face it not every mc was perfect from tha start//rhymez could b hot but only tha real tear tha weak apart//he said its sad these rappers are filled wit potential//but lack the essentials//u need more than sum money cars a pad and a pencil//u need to b able to speak real tell ur own words//describe ya story in metaphors similies and verbs//i was like damn for a disembodied head u thinkin u really clear//a lot of these rappers aint actin how they appear//he said i think i dun my job i needa get outta hear//and wit flash i saw da head on a stick disappear
n/t relate a heart beat to a rhyme
the musics flowin,ill use this notion
motion makes waves as much as gravity
speak words happily,the beats slappin me
but my words perform on this stage
conform to this age,informed of the days
when it was beat boxin and freestylin
now its technical yall see me smilin
defilin my beats with blasphemes lyrics
blastin these spirits so we cant see 'em
were all caged prisoners but we speak freedom
thoughts of bein free, we need 'em
bleed 'em when they get close enough
to get by i used to get dosed enough
now my sobriety is my best friend,its quieting
silencing my violent pen,not even a ses blend
you best bend if you want life over death
i take breaths to sustain my brain and whats left
you hear me speak wisdom,like sluts leak jizm
thats why my heart beat is my beat and my rhythm
next topic--disgusted by society
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ILL to my stomach every time I look society in its EYES
Corruption and lies in which the people of this world RELY
Wit racial issues still at hand not lettin the bad past DIE
Understand that equality will never be obtained in LIFE
Society's fast to lend a hand, but not to its own NEEDS
When will we try to take some of our Familys off STREETS
Teach'em how to eat and ultimately try to lift our POVERTY
Change is what I need to see in a society that disgusts ME
Next Topic: Hip Hop Is Dead
Last edited by BigDrew; November 27th, 2007 at 12:01 PM
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"I got my 9, U ready to ride?
Ya fuck up N ya die, Dats how we livin up in da 209" (YOUNG DROOP)
Stupid fucks wanna talk about hip hop bein dead
It aint dead, but it's dien, and it needs to be fed
Caught up with too many colours, mainly the blue and the red
It's responsible for all the dope rappers bein' dead
And it's true that for awhile rap was dien, hell it was decayin
But it was just now brought to life, resurrected cuz of my prayin
Raised from the grave now speakin to the rest
Said, Gorilla is tha hero, raisin me from my death bed
We need to stop fightin', makin dope shit that means somethin
If we do this, I can see kings, queens, and dreams comin
'Stead a poverty and a mix of animosity, racial discrimination
wouldn't exist cuz we'd be smarter, probably
Start makin shit that makes a brother blink
Not shit you could make up brushin your teeth
In your bathroom sink
Look, I brought back hip hop, but it was on the brick
and it's gonna die again
If we don't stop and think
NEW TOPIC: dead man walkin
Last edited by (GoRilla); November 21st, 2007 at 12:08 AM
-Dead Man Walking-
A middle aged man who was once robust
had a crisis run him over like a couple trucks
...Such a fuckin' punch... in the court room...
The judge stole his son, so nothin' he brought home.
"What a scandelous bitch", he thought to himself of his wife...
He now had nothing to live for... and the help of a knife.
Suicidally drunk, he sat wit Jack in his lap,
a knife in one hand; in the other, a photograph.
Reminicin on memories wit streaked cheeks n tears in his eyes...
he spilled ink onto paper, filled with fears and lies.
The fear disguised, he tried to hear the knife;
Stabbed himself in the ear till he nearly died.
Then, to end the pain, he quickly slit his throat
and blood spluttered in his trachea; he gargled till he choked.
n/t = President Bush.
Last edited by Johnny C.; November 22nd, 2007 at 12:27 AM
president bush is a funny man,
who wuld pik a hobo up off the street n put a cuntre n mune in his hand
well me but most arnt as dum as me man, he is osama binladin with mask
we wont to kno who blew tower up but we know he did that
wit his big ass head, shit hes so dum he shakes terrist hand n leave
citizen ass dead, he will shit with french then eat rum, drink dred
its like a man with titntd glasses on ever thing he see red
in his presidentse everythin we see red
i rok n shit, at this, but gorge made irock the shit
hole fur the kid,fuc it best president ever he earned it bitch
N/T when i grow up i want to be a jack o latern
the jack of trades+ a bright idea= jack-o-lanterns,
get smacked w/ all spades, the light i'll be ya, pass to banter,
with the brass to scamper all brats who'd rather,
simply smash pumpkins, it's nuthing to this class of bastards,
i'll be hanging in ya window, sitting on ya porch,
flaming when the wind blows, pissing on ya torch,
banging with a big glow, ya bitch on all fours,
i'm all the force, my city will need, to bomb the source,
bombing pretty buildings, while on the fore,
so yall will remeber me next haloween,
january through november, me embers following.
n/t... cross country.
running aroung town got my mind in a daze
thinking back to a time on the other side of the states
takin the shoelace express to every corner of the west
try'n to take the skills nesseccary to become the best
cause in a race it don't matter on first place
it matters how you do it where and on wat's ya facorite taste
cause when you try to make a name you only endin up lost
checkin the difference in pay from PA to LA
so from cuse to cali washington to miami
cross the country goes for rap like pimps and punani
Someone send me a PM with some feedback on this
N/T..... Hugging Trees (LoL)
Im posted standing on the block with some fucking G's
Up comes some man with the cops, runnin smuggin me
Im like dawg what the fuck, who the hell are you grillin
Actin Raw, he ducked by, he could smell I been sinnin
Sippin gin and when I finished I was gon do it again
When I saw that nigga again I was by Churches Chicken
He was gone, zoned out, on the ground rubbin his feet
I looked a lil closer I could see he was duckin some weed
Stood up to me and laughed, what I know about hugn trees
Nothin I said, swooped past, it was tough to see
Whether my knife would hit fast, or his knuckles on me
Got my answer, started talking shit to the Southern Dean
Realized his tattoo brought out the thuggin in me
Still yelling not knowin "SD" thinkin wtf does it mean
Turned the corner hit a sprint and what did I see
This man was an activist and not a threat to the streets
Meaning he was really hugging trees... He was a person like them dudes who go out and literally hug trees to save their life... Green Activist....
"Liking School"
I wake up, seven in tha mornin', tired/
Grab my brownies, bake it up, get on tha wires/
Rollin' down the road, can't wait to see tha crew/
We sell all of our shit in the mornin' at school/
It's what we do to get that money before class/
Walk in to school, make it rain, get more cash/
That's all I knew, economics change da forecast/
Once Mr. Crawford told me bout it, had to make it fast/
Future children
societys slipping down a slope without ropes
no way to climb up,so times up with no hope
i can cope,but i find myself alone and wondering
why im at home and slumbering,thundering wakes me
where this generation will take me,its cumbersome
children have no respect,none for them selves
so none for anyone else,they lack intellect
they lack common sense,influenced by role models
sliding down poles and bottles,holes so hollow
hoes that follow,even being underage,as i turn the page
i see were burned for days,the haze never clears
some think its a phase that never nears an ending
so you see me sending spears through the air till its clear
well never make it back,wack rappers faking tracks
taking stacks not rightfully worked for,the site of society-
it justs makes it hurt more.
--Love Prevails--
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