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just some rhymes

blast jimmy with his own gun fool-its all cool-and all peace
im mildly sweet with the heat i spit-but your breathe wreaks
you're stiff like a dead leaf-get some flexibility, agility
maybe some abilities--ill show u how i kill emcees-
im still entering a zone filled with hate-but im still str8
the king of the earths face-half these cats is wack in the first place-
passin out promos of burnt tapes-i dont mean to be mean
or to be dissin the scene-im just pissed that im clean-
i need the drugs call me a fiend-maybe im ragin-
hatin on these cats when i obliterate 'em-
your feather weight son, witness some real skills-
7 years on the map-and im feared still-
internet junkies actin hungry-get snacked on like a dog with lunch meat

just puttin' it down JTG, hit me back let's see what you got %)
 
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not much for a battle, but..ok :D

I don't have much time so I'll make this quick
you've got no rhymes, your mouth must be dry when you spit
and you've got no kind, you're smokin on shwag
that dirty stone makes your flow pathetic and sad
The dub's in the bag
so throw in your hat
and get back and see this emcee cut through the fat
every time I kick a sequence of words, the oceans part and thunder rumbles the earth
every meanings apparent when I put it on page
and your girl wants to wear it, all over her face
what a disgrace, these insults and shit
so lets just chill on a bowl, yo, hand me your brick

nice flow realm
 
make it quick ill make it a split second-learn a lesson
ill teach how to divert aggression-you're eternally restin'
no flows compiled when you pound keys-you sound sweet
made me chuckle just a bit-leave you buckled in a pit
tossin gasoline in it-light a match game over soldier
chase u with a torch like villagers and ogres
while you runnin please dont disregard the history chart
all i read from you were pissed remarks-wipe them tears
you're stuck in shrouds of fear when steppin near
the lessons clear-and now it all comes right togethor
this shit u spit is half witted and not very clever
so take it for the better maybe learn a little somethin'
dont fuck with realm ill keep you locked inside a dungeon


lol i havent battled in a long ass time...lets keep it goin bro
 
pits and soldiers, dungeons and ogers? sounds like your stuck in an RPG, game over.
so red rover, red rover, send the realmster right over
or don't, cause he might, get chewed up by my dober-
man, and pit bull got your down, dead on the the ground
loosin blood quick but there aint no one around
what's that sound? some clown's in my thread
he must of gotten dropped on his head when his mom got him from bed
so now he's rhymin instead
of what he should do
sittin back and relaxin and watchin JTG spew

when I was 7 I sold 8 balls of crack to your 9 year old
about 10 years back I laced sacks with some mice control
low and behold, there were some pissed off parents
so I hooked em on smack and led them like rabbits after carrots
and bounced to Paris, jet set like Sam Walton
yo my Hybrid with chrome might tell you I'm ballin
no more stallin
this post is done
signed october sixth, Jimmy the Gun

your turn :)
 
fallin free among a sky of pale blue,
looking out across the land to find you,
somethings wrong and somethings right,
somethings hidden and a little out of sight,
but you know it really doesnt matter much to me,
for soon ill be dead and wont care what it means to be free,
but you know it really doesnt matter muhc to me,
for I forgot my sorrow when I became,
part of the machine.
 
yo I'm just a drunk punk with my head in the clouds
and my face on the ground cause I just drank a gallon
sight's as sharp as a tallon, but my vission's blured
speech slured and walk is stummbled
ball's fumbled, call me Barney Gumble
no more trouble, I'm asking for none
say hi to the Mehm and goodbye Jimmy the Gun
-peas
 
Drinkin booze, gettin used up
Mind’s fucked
Don’t know what’s up from down
Lines cut
Don’t second guess
God bless the less, the weak, and the rest
Life’s test
Don’t hesitate
Capitulate on this and you’ll miss and be devastate-
ed, thoughts get read
Plots get fed with peeps seein red
Blood get’s shed
Loose your head
Cause you’re fed up
Led to what you thought was truth, removed from innocence
God bless us
 
sit down, gather round, and watch this sound off spit thoughts like rounds
clods get clowned when the mehm gets your mark
without a sound my ways turn to dark
you're parked tight in your cozy existence
resistance futile, like lifting sweets from a nubile this theft is a given
and girls keep sendin their vibes my way, and the world's on my mind and its mine for the taking
gettin high my soul's naked, I'm bareing it all
it's good and it's bad, it's poor and it balls
and it's after the dolls, and eternal bliss
ahh, looks like last call
I've got ta split
 
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Straight from the coast where we smoke the most
We have the best weed, honestly, I don't mean to boast
I was on the other side of the country for 12 months
I can't front, I had pretty shitty weed in my blunts
So I'm glad to be home, where once again I get real stoned
And zone out like when you hear a good tune in your earphones
Everyday is the same, what do I do?
Smoke a blunt or two and maybe down a few brews
Then head to the taco spot for some good food
And that's my daily routine, 'cause really I have no life
Have no wife
If I ever find one it'll be some chick in rehab stuck on the pipe
I'm in the lab, stuck on the mic
Watching music videos, seeing people with money wondering what it's like
'Cause I'm tired of reaching in my pockets and not coming up with shit
Except a lighter, two quarters and some pocket lint
Maybe I should quit weed for a while, accumulate some funds
Recover some of the memories that faded away from getting loaded everyday
But the chances of that happening are slimmer than a Hollywood actress
'Cause I burn more than your dick after fucking some dirty trick with no prophylactic
This is slapstick, something to laugh with
Stole your girl's Chapstick
Now when she needs moisture I cum on her chapped lips
I heard you have skills, but that's a myth like the exsistance of a snuff flick
When you hold a mic, you look like you're about to suck dick
Talk tough shit, but you're hidden away like incriminating evidence
While it's evident, I represent more than any president
 
The east coast sucks
Just sixty dollar shwag and a bunch of fuckin punks
They scream sit up and stand down
But we look around
And see our freedoms’ bound and gagged
Your life’s been soundly planned
And man, there’s just no thrills left to be had
So sit back and do like Dennis
Spark a spliff, get in your linc and be a menace
End up in court as a multiple defendant
Then catch a double from the stands and make your hometown loose the pennant
Always down to push the limits
So cruz south and chill with me
Shit, where I live, 200 bucks buys a pound of trees
peas
 
whats up with the east coast bangers-we got drug slangers on each corner
were chuggin heavy layers-smoke green with only papers blunts and dutches
talkin out ya ass-you legs are gonna need some crutches-im not to be fucked with
dont even try to bring the ruckus-youll get stepped on like coke in a crowd
your talkin loud-but im hearin a bark worse than a bite-i spend more cash in a month than youve earned in ya life
so quit actin trife-or ill be smackin ya wife-stealin ya pride killin ya kids-i keep my eye on the prize
stop playin the games of the east and west-its media hype-what they do best
now stop the bad mouth antics-before im forced to leave you in a panic actin frantic
im real satanic when i grab a mic and start to operate-for you--its hard to spit the proper way
so take a favor-take a lesson-for humiliation's what ya destined
on the real tip---its 305-miami claimin a steal hit---appealed with---each chance im gettin to real in---wack emcees---its time to heal them
 
California is my home but I've got love for all
Live and die in the place where I learned to crawl
Learned to ball
Learned that fam & friends can be as shady as the local law
Enforcement; you got a quarter ounce?
Here's twenty bones my man, break me off a portion
You all know that I love to get high
For a hit I'm Desperate like those five, fine Housewives
I walk alone, but this isn't a Green Day song, more like a Boulevard of Broken Crackpipes
It's a shame some people throw it away to get high, but fuck it that's life
At this rap shit, most cats need more practice
'Cause rap these days sucks more than a porno actress
But I'm like that dude from Weezer, 'cause the pretty girls never looked my direction
I don't really get any so I don't bother buying condoms for protection
Besides, that's money that can go towards my next blunt session
Yeah, it's your boy back in The Bay just doing the same shit
They won't let me in the club with my pipe, but that's alright I came lit
Wait a minute! I don't EVAAAAR! go to clubs
I can't dance and I spent my cover money on drugs
So fuck this, I'm bouncin', time to go get more lifted
I got friends who sell trees like it's Christmas
I like to think I'm unique, you won't find anybody quite like me
Never touched coke or meth 'cause I'm already way too HYPHY!!!=D =D
 
They say what goes around comes around so when do I get what's coming to me?
It probably already came, I just couldn't see through my weed smokescreen
But fuck it, my lungs are about to collapse I chief so much everyday
I get blasted off of liquor, drink til it doesn't hurt and then pain goes away
Look, if you've never lived this life then you probably can't relate
It's hard to say how my past effects my present mindstate
Because bad things happen and you do get over them in due time
But you never forget hardships and the memories just become stored in the back of your mind
And you can't go the rest of your life without at least thinking about it
I've heard that time heals all wounds, but I really doubt it
I try to ask God when he's stoppin' the pain
There's a fiend with a shoelace on his arm and he's poppin' the vein
Stressed out, and like an erection after orgasm, I'm goin' down
Thinking hard of ways I can just turn it all around
I'm just learning that not everybody really gets a chance to live
So if your time comes, you better not burn your bridge
And if you're successful, be happy, some people can't even feed their kids
Yeah, it's real fucked up but that's just how shit is
 
can't step, tongue in check, to smart to spit because I value my neck
rhymes introspect, so I reach to my soul, dissect the elements of my mental set as a whole
understand impediments and release them in zen
begin at the start and end at the end
time and again
I question integrity
if you have something, how can I want nothing? just answer me
it's cancer g
infectious thoughts
it's chilly in here
and loneliness haunts
 
love and loss, its the way of life
its how we choose to be
you see, I've had a lot to live for
with an average share of pain
so please, take what I say with a just a bit of salty grain
mehms of darkness show best when its raining
so sow your seeds
and let the water turn dirt and air into energy
retain integrity
know the cycles of the world
 
I'm taking a few minutes outta my day to deliver this message
Everyday is the same, wake up and have a bowl for breakfest
I'm talkin' about Weedies man, not Corn Flakes
Tastes sweet like cake and helps me awake
And it helps me face the fact I moved back in my parent's house
Without my own room so I sleep on the couch
But hey, I'm used to living like a loser
My only defining features are my shitty fashion sense and that I'm a marijuana abuser
So fuck it, let's forget our troubles and go get stoned again
Drift off in thought and fantasize that I can change the world with words from my pen
Slowly but surely I come back to reality
Realizing that raps are a hard way to make a nice salary
Besides, nobody ever takes me seirously
But let an emcee oppose me and I'll take them apart furiously
For you to gurantee, a victory against me
Is like Ali NOT claiming he's the greatest
I've got rappers in hiding, waiting for me to go on hiatus
Hip-hop entertainment, this is my world, this is my language
Even though I'll probably never become close to being famous
But that's cool, nothin' can stop my rappin', not even if you sewed my ears and mouth closed
'Cause I'll use my heartbeat as the bass and rap through my nose
 
Three in the morning, feeling depressed so I figured I'd put some rhymes together
In an attempt to make myself feel better
But this shit won't work
Because deep, down inside I know I'm a loser and that thought hurts
And what's worse it feels like it's me against this whole damn Earth
And what's worse than that I have this feeling that nobody cares
But I'm alone in this anyway, so I try not to cry from my despair
It's hard to hold back tears when I think about my shattered life
A long road with more bumps and bruises than a battered wife
I've got no direction, I go whichever way the wind blows
With only two concerns: The score of the A's game and bowls of indo
Maybe I need some goals, you know, something to accomplish
Instead of plotting ways to get paid with a criminal accomplice
But hey, I need dough, so I'm comin' through your back window
I can get a few bucks for your CDs and that new Nintendo
After that, to the dope track to snatch a sack
I'm addicted, even before I run out I'm already goin' back
Maybe you'll see me in a few years with frail hands holding a change cup
The Born Loser, better yet, The Lame Fuck
 
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To ease my mind I burn a dime sit back, relax, then compose a rhyme
I don't get paid for this, but I'm still puttin' in overtime
I walk alone wherever I go on this planet
Searching for opposing emcees to damage
But most cats are weak so they can't stand it
Fuck 20 inches and deep dishes I ride whitewalls with the stock hubcaps
You can't compete against me with your tired ass thug raps
I'm that poetic riddler
So evil like a combo of John Gotti and Adolf Hitler
Come fuck with me and your ass will disappear quicker than Bobby Fischer
Cop more feels on broads than a 10 year old boy in a game of Twsiter
The way I shuffle around, you'd think I'm on every drug ever made
I hit the blunt and get stuck like boaters in the Florida Everglades
I speak the truth when I yell YOU SHALL FIND NONE GREATER!!!!!!
A-Dubb The Rebel, they call me a traitor
'Cause I do whatever the hell I wanna do
I'm a bloodthirsty animal on the loose from the zoo
Won't hestitate to "pull out the nine, pop in the clip and let one slip" into all of you
But I'd rather keep my cool and drink a brew or two
Smoke a joint thats bigger than a old school Buick Park Avenue
I can't sing, dance or play an instrument, but I'm superb with words
People hear my shit and say, "that boy's disturbed."
 
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live one day to wake up the next
its a scary world, I'm thinking about stealing a bullet proof vest
since when I'm tested, I always back down
because around here I don't like drama
family runs thick
in the barrio that I've picked as a place to live
now I know no one gives a damn about me
accept my neighbor, his folks, and maybe his grammy
but the banger down the street might release his pits to save the touble of stabbing me
so I've got a back up plan you see
they think white people are mostly punks
don't know a fight, just power suits at a business lunch
so I say to my self, a little confused, haven't they heard about the last 500 years
white boys on the block, shit, they better run and hide in fear!
cause I'll drink 15 beers and light their house on fire
bump your shit in front of my crib motherfuckers, might as well knock on my door and hand me a lighter
ok, I'm a lier
a non-violent pacafist
just grew a crop of ganja
wana come over and smoke a bit?
I'll open it, your mind with my seduction
it's just how I fight, here, take another puff man
 
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good to see im not the only person who can ryhme with meaning.. thought i was dreaming, but screaming , made it true :P
if u wanna see some.. look up seasons by me.. trippiest ryhimg i did i think.

altho i think every peice but 1 is a complete ryhmathoon. not in the mood to write one right now.
 
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