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trutribalwho? you a little late on this seen, whats new?
I know, a bunch of white lyrisits in here who put our hands in the air and wiggle our rears like we care
your style's impaired, well its all right, I'll give ya that
then I'll swell up your eyes till they both turnin black
not blue foo
my style's dark like the big bang
it ecompases all, but its nothin, its no thang
you got no game, ya moma told me so
then I said suck it bitch, and she replied Jimmy blow

god damn han, that's another two minute flow
 
trutribaldru, previously TRIBAL HYBRIDZ,
you need to scroll back to the second page..
ive been in this shit for a while,
changed my name but got tha same style.
think you betta refraise yourself jigga,
tru tribal blue gonna pull this trigga.
you and your two minute flow,
U lil bitch im gona make ya mind grow.
slow with tha walk
but fast with tha talk,
i ll leave your busted ass outlined in chalk.
while i watch your mom sulk, i tell her its ok,
damn right cuz i just got yo pay..
betta respekt me kyd,
im a hip-hop hybrid,
powered by the aztec,
and born from the paramyd.
ask anyone here, they rememba me,
i dropped bombs like they were japanease..
so please, spare the forum space,
erase your next rhyme cuz its all a waste.
you got no style, balls or even taste,
to battle me in this race for ace.
check my deposit, im all in,
this is mine to shine n win.
so you want me to keep goin?
keep fuckin you up with my flawless flowin?
this game i run,
that you need to be knowin,
your shame is inside my gun,
so pick yo ass up and getta goin.
punk ass ill bust ya like glass
i got class and im backed by the Mass.
So step back,
befo i hit you with my cadillac.
i make paper by the stack,
and i push tha fattest sack.
open yo eyes, betta realize,
i just cut your bitch ass down to size.
 
wow, that was good Mr. ohh so superior
still-framing inferior to Jim's classy crass dru
I hacked the web, stole your face and wore it down the highway too
it’s Han-ill-ey the Lector, foo
fuckin with this kid is like kickin satin, in the shin, to show you hate him
then haha, guess what, ya find out I’m the devilish one
with a crew too tall to kick in the nuts
I embody pagan and ya’ll pissed us gods off, cuz
Aztec? Call me Mr. Montezuma, but don’t thank me for the power, only for the tumor
its not a rumor, he calls me Master Cheney
but I call him Bush, cause he’s my bitch, then he pays me
some one save me, from this holy head trip, that I’m blessed with
making me the master of minds of many,
only to summon the flow that’s still just stemming
in the base of my scull, won’t been belched up yet, fuck your bombs, I’m a black ops vet
who hasn’t started ta rip into you yet
no not just yet, my ninja tech tells me, to scope the scene, check, what ails we?
you think you know about me, so I tell you about him
you know nothing of me, except he's a drug pin
actually, I’m dealing with power, but powder makes power seem louder,
like you’ll never know that shit, coward
did ya grow up on the streets cussin?
cause it sounds like ya didn’t go to school, or nothin
and did ya know that meanings come with more than one word
with them you can alter inflections, of verbs
I was drug running, swerved, ignited your house, and death occurred
I hope you’re moma finds a good nurse
good in bed, so I can fuck her first
my plans gets worse, your will should list a hearse before this gun starts to burst
I was walking down the street and ran into ya sista
I gave her a wink and she said “howdy mista,
I really mist ya in my dreams last night,
what a delight, your big dick, in my mouth, in my tight…
I can’t fight, take me now, if you might”
I sold her to Saddam for infantry, light
They’re part of my army to end this battle right.
tike
 
yea i hail from the hell of the streets cuzin,
smokin weed pushin speed under tha street light buzzin.
indeed you can rhyme, bout time i found one,
no need to waste you unda my own gun.
kinda like anotha prodigal son,
indeed you shine,
so flow intently like a atomical shotgun,
maybe a brotha soon to be mine.
or maybe anotha test
so i strap up in this vest,
this flows most best under stress you will find.
or else be blind, and get back behind the line,
cuz you still missed a bar, so it isnt too fine.
check my lyrical message with mangled simplicity,
your blows of debo's are my angled synergy.
so you name a chief who lost in defeat
maybe you need to speed up your beat.
and move your feet, you redneck hoe,
on yo rich mama's cpu tryin to flow.
you dont know, thats why i deny,
a flawed text jam of spam you try to cry.
and if you do play with tha voodoo,
this is the day i take your new shoe.
so true that i can beat your spit-spasm,
while i give rava's a bassonik floorgasm.
i spit fantasm to captivate the mind,
manipulatin yo girlfriends orgasm,
her sweats makin me blind..
damn ol boy you trained her well,
shes fuckin me like shes goin to hell.
says im deeper than shes ever felt,
you a stubbed pencil dick,and im takin your belt.
and yo i hope she didnt lose your ring,
then you might know shes bangin this king.
and your heart, its easy to sting.
and her start, was my bling bling,
as her moans are a song she loves to sing.
in bed with me, until the sunrise,
she gotta get back home befo you open yo eyes.
damn playa you started this shit,
i just came back with anotha hallow pointed hit.
and your skull i split, with a flow most legit,
ill end this now so bow and get with it..
 
get with it? Shit I don’t play follow the loosa
I follow my nose, to the cash stashed in your tuba
I’m past being a consuma,
her tits are back in my hands
it was all part of our plans, to steel your sugar, candy man
cause if sweets was like crank I got your game locked to the plank
throw you overboard and sell your girlfriend to swank
called your snitch friend hank, now your the clank block skank
ya better get a shank and pick a few gods to thank
but seriously, both our flows are sick
well, yours are sickly and mine rule imperiously
no seriously, I was busy yesterday
but today I come back to this battle ground play
to see your punk flows run, run away
hey, lets do some yei, nope, already did it
yesterday went by so fast it seems like just a minute
get with it, here’s some similes for ya
I’m read like the neck of an educated balla
I’m quick like the length of all of your grinds
Your dick’s thick like the width of a needle of a pine
My rhymes enchant like the tales of Casteneda
You’ll lose like the fate of every darth vaada
Motha fuckin playa hatta
Dude I like talking with you, its true
Its expanding my mind like the Montana sky blue
Insights a slew of my words that make me wana bow to
I’ll rhyme more tonight, after a swim in my friend’s expensive pool
 
you afta my money cuz you cant get yo own,
and if you step, yo head gettin blown..'
off your neck, and your style i wreck,
you betta learn how to earn my respekt.
i got tha street sweepa,
as you dig yo hole deepa...
blow a hole str8 through your head,
and with tha fish you be sleepa..
yea you think your bitch got my suga,
she stole a key laced with maneua'
you dumass losa, your rhymes are wack,
i should stab you in the back.
with this shank i took outta prison,
watchin your blood drain is my vision.
fuck an insicion, im rippin you in two
while i slice n dice you, i fuck your girl too.
so true, i just beat you again,
in this battle im sure to win.
yea wipe my cum off your grin,
you cant match my flowetic sin.

:)
 
sik dru, I can flow to it too
I unbind your mind like water bassd glue
you ahead last time but time is on your side
my flos hit the floor about a year ago nighsite
I can't comply, no neither can I speak it
what I do to your bitch three days a weekend
a missle its seekin, a path to your brain
caus it seeks on the sick, the polluted and pained
pain commin in from many different angles
they strangle your mom and leave your mind in a mangle
thats my manuver, makin mills from manuer
I just ate your flows like a shrimp on a skewer
no ca$h looser
 
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no sir, I ain't done yet
two posts it take to contain my contents
I'm feeling content, in my spidy sense victry
if you asked a surfer he'd think my rhymes sicky
your too picky
I rhyme like a white kid
nor euro hybrid
here's my gun, wana sign it
with the bible learn english
then mend the ruma
I infected your people when they saw meghazuma
after that, I smashed the party, killed most of the race, and left mine to set the technological pace

till we meet again, my fallen foe
 
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yo your rhymes are bland
you got poo on your hand,
and if you steal my style again,
i will drop you where you stand.
step off my flow go buy your own,
dont think to step near my flowin thrown.
check this, im droppin the real,
and this shit you betta not think to steal..
ok im bout to school you kid,
about the language of this tribal hybrid.

F igure out my encripted english,
U ntie the cry i had to exstinguish.
C ollect the clues and fix your flaw,
K inetic energy is what you thought you saw.

Y early i decapitate mindless drones,
O ur purity shatters your brittle bones.
U ntil next time, its you i still own...
 
My flows spill
with little thought.
I’ll give you the tape so your wife gets caught.
I thought, you mauit
like that one sir.
One quad of English, em-pi-er.
Worth
why my ganja be growin.
I think the first yield is my muscle not showin.
You lack the devotion
to be in my army.
All over the planet
like troopers we’re storming.
We rock white helmets
with laser guns too
and you make the stuff
that makes our party coo.
Entice more its cool.
Your used flows are shit.
A dying breed.
Over taken real quick.
You can’t make a hit.
In fact you’re a vision
I put in your mind
with mutant precision.
You locked in My kitchen
cuttin My coke
cause in Your mind
your not a big j0ke.
Since this racial shits brok I’m gonna go take a toke.
Bloke.
 
i dont even know why im wastin my time,
on a dummass crackhead who cant even rhyme..
are you blind? can you not read?
i busted you so bad i bet your eyes bleed.
indeed with speed i flow anotha lyric,
although i already know you cant step near it.
and yo dawg i aint gotta wife,
im only 17 but i still cut you with a knife.
you dumb, stupid, weak and full of tweek,
maybe its not me i thought you did seek..
so no more should you even speak to me,
cuz i outflowed you every time, just go see.
compare them at every angle,
i put your shit in a strangle,
fuckin dummass i bet you cant draw a triangle.
i hate crackheads tryin to spit,
cuz its all bullshit
and a confusing unbalanced fit.
so once again, go over there,
shut the fuck up i dont care, just sit.
and be quiet, you and your army of ants,
think you a riot, but you got nothin in your pants.
so no more rants, or im goin to smack
you and your bitch up, thats a fact.
 
guess what, I could give a fuck about you online friend
type type type type type type type and hit send.
thats all you do, no wit through your pen
at least I intellectually float till the end
so I won't defend this one last chide
cause its preatty true, like the moon makes tides
and how your gonna beg me, for this battle print signed
I shine a light at you, from above, till your blind
so you can flow dumb shit together better?
how bout we drink coffee, and discuss the fuckin weather?
if you try to put a tether to my spit endever
I'm gonna leave your head crackin in the rain, like some leather.
so you better step off my enlightening lyrics
and go rap to broke gangstas cause they wana here it.
ya better fear it
the other side of a cloud
I sent a son to earth and said please make me proud
 
shit i do this daily with mic status,
bust on gangstas cuz im tha baddest,
bet we can drink coffeee,
as soon as your bitch gets off me.
said your jealiousy is killin her softly.
well this is gettin costly,
you takin my shit,
and you take the loss see,
of my profitable lyric.
so wheres tha spirit, what happened here?
did ya realize you cant step near?
or was it the fear i instilled in your soul,
after i broke in here and took control.
now you in a hole ticklin yo balls,
while im slangin n bangin takin hoes calls.
ok lets see, what can i say today,
oh yea, you smell like dog poopay.
so go eat your a-b-c soupay,
and come back when ya got somethin new too say..
good day..
 
look above reading few..
its dru with the flu…
he was koo yesterday but now #2
so I pursue
ta speak my rhyme off
and leave native hatters with a really bad cough
I know you crap
dis shilly shit shoftly
cause ganstas all knowin there rhymes soundin loftey
don’t cough me
what’s costly is you
puttin it in print so they steelin it too
a tweeker its true
just feel the drug haps
and please overdose till you find ambulance
in the country sense
you didn’t win shit
my flows mo legit than bryd can flow wit
a teenage bitch
and a snitcher for friends
rearrange my posts so I may re-amend?
I really ain’t racist
I rep the white races
I put you in braces till your back seems debases
steelin faces
still your rhymes are all mine
but I flow em better like a burnin bush sign
a sign from the gods
no we ain’t goin there
during mass I rip ass till my snooze do impair
its my flare
pissin tru off
now I’m rhymin all solid while you soundin soft

please rent a loft
on planet Hoth
you blind, bugish, mutherfukin moth
 
ha playa you a flowetrist hata,
cant match to my poetic flava.
this taste you will savor
while reachin for a lost savior,
we head butted for topped typed-rhyme sayers?
oh ha, haha, you must not be players.
for real we flow all day all the time,
we know what to say and how to rhyme..
teen yea barely still this is shown rarely,
just a rava makin ya look scary.
cuz you tryin to stop this spit i have brought,
frontin you profit off a lyric i taught?
like i didnt press it 2 years ago,
betta erase it i burn your ego.
but i see though you know so you must not be slow,
to reconize you would paralyze from the karmatiks below..
so slow the flow to just a free spoken word,
stop hatin on my every chosen verb.
pimp im done im tired not wired,
if i was i would sound like a vampire.
shit i had fun we tore in some stitches,
put truth on the lips of all the bitches.
shit heres my piece of peace to this topic,
one day ill drop it but now i must profit~
 
ya, I agree, this banter should over between you and me
those were sure some funny jokes, hehe
see, I'm a preppy little nerd
took too much e, now I'm over plured
what's the word? jaded, fer sure
but a thought occured to me, ya heard
the other day, listening to the world
staring at a bowl, getting burnt up with my pull, THCing up my skull
this whole world's full of people in the corner
who'll send you to the coroner
and leave ya a little poorer
so i'm a stormer
steppin every chance I get
sippin every glass that's wet
stealing drugas from the vet
putting confidence in check
step, off the stage now I do
to come back again ensewin
to rhyme it threw and threwin

ohh ya, on more thing
I won, you lost
will read historical recordings
 
hopefully now we'll set this thread back to normal
cause constant battles makes words kinda horrible
its deplorable, what I think in my head, when its late at night, and I need a damn bed
get fed
do I by my thought pattern
here's something random, I'll rhyme about saturn
its a planet true, made of gas just a few
light years ago, cause the uni forms slow
in light year terms a lot is a little
and a little is a lot, can ya solve this riddle?
grab me a fiddle and let me sing my thoughts out
through my finger tips, make irration go pout
I've got more clout, now that I'm spittin
into my cup, all day jim's dippin
 
I step back ta the thread and declare that I own it
well its not that hard when no one else shows up
so I'm blowin up my roll all by my self
I need self help cause I left my sense on the shelf
I'm gettin some help for my chronic style problem
same thing every day get stoned out of boredom
see I put myself in this routine again
I think I got somethin else thats directin my pen
look again, I'll rhyme it to whatever
whats clever is that I ain't rhymin for the cheddar
so I'll sever my thought pattern off in a second
but first switch up my spit flip my gun on to wreckin
float on through life like hoppin bars in this lesson
my free flow ta death is a devastating weapon
 
my first song

I'm recording this over some of my friends beats. it ain't done so don't front yet ;)

Damn, my fist song, I hope it sound alright

Wait for the beat to pop then drop it

Whatcha think my first song should be about
I could write about my girl bein gone, then cry and pout
No, I got to much clout for that shit
I should just write a song about pimpen your bitch
Your mom and your sis, fuck that, and fuck dissen
When it comes to ripen, I’m all right but still missin
Not flippin the beat with my rhymes stayin tight
Like I get the crowd hyped then I turn off the light
Stay in flight, all day all night
Sniff speed always cause I’m always tired from the weed
Addicted to Ritalin but its coke that I need
and tobacky get my dippen in, anxiety indeed

second verse, it’s a curse, but hold off the herse,
I put this hex in reverse, then make the song worse
Like good means bad and joyed means glad
And yes means no, once happy now sad
Its rad that we’re goin back to the 80s
And treatin every bitch like she might be a lady
I’m crazy, but I still love the women
I love mine the most, she’s a super power kitten
Always sicken the forces of right on evil and callin the shit of every fuckin weasel
The page is my easel and I respect the girlies
Now I listen to the beat go bump it whirls me
Curl me back with a heart attack
Sometimes I’m funny just like jack black
But most times I’m random
My thoughts come in tandem
They a one two punch thats right just rap em
And stack em on down the page
My body’s transcends, ya can’t keep me in a cage

I rage out, my mind pounds
And I can’t see the light cause my sights down
I might frown, but mostly I’m thriving
My outlook is good and my fortune is smiling
Pile driving thoughts of dispare to the ground
I sniff out the dopeshit like a po po hound
 
slangin rhymes in these drugged up times,
all my friends turned into doped up mimes..
so whats up in the undaground, what have ya found,
do you know how to flow to the sound?
let it glow and go with speed,
but dont get lost levitatin lusious greed.
you need anotha mc, someone like me,
to fill the void with complexity..
and you can stand next to me,
listen to my crime,
its writtin sexualy
and remebered in time..
so find me cuz i wont find you,
i got too much other shit to do..
but i got my own mic and singles out spread,
mostly rhymin bout my friends that are dead..
but if ya need spoonfed i wil walk the other way,
cuz no body helped me aquire a higher pay..
 
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