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just some rhymes

My mom called me a beach bum and a lost cause
Since I'm always messing with the TV or radio like I'm a media watchdog
"You'll never get a girlfriend, you look too sloppy!"
Whatever, I can jackoff and pretend that Latin chicks are calling me papi
Because after my last relationship, I'm on some Alice Deejay shit 'cause I'm "Better Off Alone"
I left California and came back, realizing I'm better off at home
I'm better off behind the wheel of a Chrysler Fifth Avenue with a candy paintjob
Show up at your company's Christmas party, piss on the dancefloor and then pass out after drinking 37 cups of rum and egg nog
But those drinks better be free or I can't stay
I'm broke as fuck, so if I gotta pay then I must be on my way
Yeah, I'm a loser, marijuiana abuser
A young troublemaker from NorCal with no future
And the rumors are true, I'm a nasty dude
I'd drink Eva Longoria's bathwater if she asked me to
Only two days left to stock up on weed, pills, hard liquor and beer
'Cause that's the only way to ring in the New Year
 
haha yo average that was a pretty funny rhyme bro...ill drop some shit when i get a chance...peace!
 
I can't write so every rhyme is stolen and repeated
and all I know how to do is grow herb and get weeded
my green use is frequent, I need to seek treatment
wait, I'm gonna smoke a bowl, chill, and then think a bit
the thing of it is this
the government's pissed because ganja enlightens
and this frightens those who control capital enterprises
they need the masses blasted on booze
and using caffine at work to not snooze
think it through
people in prison get paid shit and make widgets for walmart
domestic slave labor is no more than a corporate bargain
keep jobs at home?
I guess that happens when you jail my ass for growing clones
tappin phones for drug convictions,
is the result of 75% of patriot act enforcement missions
these bitches think this shit can continue?
they're destroying this country, at least we have conscious evolution..
 
just some words real quick before I jet
this lunatic president's got us all set
up for destruction
the islamic backlash will have repercussion
and the fuckin red states sit with their hands in their pants not knowin nothin
so lets get back to lovin
no soldiers...no war
put down that gun and pick up a freedom torch
 
I carry a torch, but only to light a spliff
It's your friend A-Dubb, comin' with that Hyphy shit
Back in high school people thought I was strange
So if I see 'em in the streets, I tell 'em nothings changed
I'm still the same lame but maybe you don't remember my name
Honestly, I was a huge geek
I couldn't get laid and when I walked to class you could hear my shoes squeak
Barely graduated 'cause I showed up only half the time
Argue with my teachers just to pass the time
It's really a wonder I didn't smoke weed earlier in my lifetime
But that's cool, because by now I'd probably be strung out on white lines
As it is, it's hard to go a day without smokin' a blunt, or killin' some brew
I've got some pain to ease, what the fuck else am I supposed to do?
I'm in this by myself, nobody to help
Depressed 'cause I'm the exact opposite of wealth
Don't cry when I die, it won't mean shit, you see
Because this world really isn't the place for me
 
Kids, if yall wanna call the shit you write rap,
Then go right ahead and call my ass black.
 
amuteure net emcees/
need to press delete/
at the end of each/
whack stanza/
admin generely/
needs to backhandya/
harda than ya squeeze the keys/
arenta rapper youve never even seen a beet/
copy paste some better shit easily/
frunt like a coneticut eazy-e/
far from a rap song wheres the chorus?
not poetry either the verse is metaphorless
repetoirs are of to a poorstart/
horses arse your a rapper/
ill pull your card like rorshac/
reinforce pre conceived thorts/
of these dorks/
replacing mics with keybords/
ya life is feeble/
ya speech is geektalk/
stutter when ya question me/
not emcees so cease talk/
till you dumb cunts get some beats/

Keep the bullshit in ya scrap book if ya gonna write rhymes. Spit em to beats. If you feel like you whant to showem to someone coz your proud of em recort a track and show it to your mates n take it from there, all text raps are lame.

Keep it poetry.

P.S. i know that i did a rap but it was to get a point across.
 
I'd rather just call you a dumbass.
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Average Whiteboy said:
We're just doing this for fun. Take it easy.
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:p ;)

Chill the fuck out, you cant take 2 bars of dissing? that wasnt shit. i just threw my 2 cents in and you gotta come out being a asshole to me, at least put in in rhyme, damn. thats the last time im in this damn forum, yall got fuckin 50 foot sticks up your ass.
 
Well how do you think it makes one feel when they spend ten to twenty minutes writing a verse only to have some annoying broad come in and diss our shit without giving a hint of sarcasm?

I was actually pretty glad when I saw you replied to this thread because I figured you'd give some good criticsm since you know rap music so well, but I was pretty disappointed when that's not what I found.

Sorry for upsetting you.
 
well i thought yall was fuckin around
not askin for some criticism
shit if thats what all the kids want, then yea i guess ill give it to em
whiteboy you first, so step back a minute hear my reaction
dont start static, kid keep at it
cuz your style need some traction
it dont stick, and why you got a torch to light a spliff?
Nigga aint yo broke ass ever heard of a Bic?
Who you foolin
back in highschool aint nobody went unhated
maybe thought your ass was strange but bet you did some conversatin
reverse hatin,
playin offa kids was lower than you
you know its true, cuz H-S , no one always a victim, you
as likely as the next kid to sell smoke and try and stick em
with the stems, and in the end you maybe made a few friends
so go and pick another topic cuz that one already ended
Stay current, learn it, burn one, earn it, flow dont come free
How you gon say you got flow
yo words come out at half speed
i laugh, you need
to get past al of the usual obstacles,
learn to rhyme, one day youll be like a Popsicle
Sucked on, then bust one,
ladies at your side like they be stuck on,
but no lust, no butts, no sluts, til all the wacks' gone
so weed it out. before you rhyme you gotta think it out
its free no doubt, but what you lack is style right now son

you rhymin like you talkin to yo mama, shit
explainin shit in new ways is what we do here,
man you bombin it
But im on it, try and show you how to move in new directions
your shit shouldnt be layed down with the same sounds and no message
damn kid you mumblin, no power, aint no life in your lines
maybe your style would be helped out by those white lines.
im tryin'abe kind, but you got nothin else goin on in your mind
other than shit that sounds like homework
not original rhymes?

its all your personal expression comin straight out your head
and you dont feel it cuz i see you writin labored as hell
this aint the poetry class, no format you gotta stick to
so why the hell you only rhyme a word once,
mane, you missed fool,
you talk bout school, well you should go to jay Z academy,
ill say what imma say i dont care if yall kids get mad at me,
my reference is to school of hard knocks
the way to do it aint by rhymin like you stuck in a box,
stuck on the clock, your mind is locked, kid, and i did, what you did,
but i did, it with skills, sniffed pills and rip deals and its real, kid
cant steal this so hear this
i know the truth can be hard to handle
but you asked for what you got so now i made a example
outta you, and for now that shit is all imma do
but man i hope your ass listened ,learned a lesson or two
 
Maaaaaaan, you both need to learn to read and get your facts in order
I move through rhymes quicker than Mexicans over the border
While you cats come with shit that sounds like me in the first grade
Step on the battlefield with me, you'll be yellin' for first aid
Get it right, that's a yellow and green Oakland A's hat
That's my team and I rep the Bay, 'cause thats where I stay at
I never said I was something great, I just rhyme in my spare time
Even in real life I make opposing emcees recede like my hairline
I get stoned all day, you're down at the station beggin' for airtime
But maybe you're the one smokin', never once did I say I'm from Atlanta, Georgia
I'm from Northern California, somebody should've informed ya
And then warned ya, "Hey! That kid's a skitzo!"
Take aim at your whip and let my clips go
No crown or throne but I hold my own when I kick flows
Now Miss K, what should I write about?
Lie like most rappers and say all I do is stick hoes and get dough?
Then again, I should be the president 'cause I'm such a good liar
And reign down upon with fire anybody who desire to conspire against my empire
I'm just talking about stuff around me, the things I see
Not that bullshit on the radio or MTV
lace, your rhymes match your face 'cause neither are pretty
But you can still make me money in Atlantic City
And I'm not mad at you, trust me you can't hurt me
Only thing that does is smoking that dirt weed from Jersey
Then you've got this dada dude
With the same name that appears on my shoes
Telling me to make real songs, like he's an artist whose paid dues
Doggie, get a clue
I write better shit than you even when I'm stoned and full of booze
Solo rivals or crews get bruised, and word of my victory spreads quick like bad news
Don't tempt me, especially if I'm off the Remy or Henny
Because my weapon is loaded and my heart is empty
So look, I didn't mean to upset you two
But don't step out of line, or I'll wreck you two
I ride alone but still demand the respect of crews
Anybody can step up and be the next to lose
 
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^^(WB) Shit you thew down there was aight, almost nice
Good lookin, looks like homie went and took my advice....
 
PS - You been in the wrong forum if you wanted to kick some rhymes, we had a 5-page battle in NEMD which ended when fallen1 didnt respond....check it out its in the archive. its called drop 2 bars of your own shit but it turned into a all out battle.
 
let me think for a minute then speak till I'm finished
it seems this fight for freedom might leave it diminished
and this business of tax breaks giving something back?
well..don't tell that to someone who's skin pigment's black
its a fact I'm political, a green social liberal
with fiscal leaning somwhere in the middle
and I don't really eat skittles because they are made from pig hooves
but I love ta get dirty on some homegrown dank nugs
shit I'm baked, huh
so I'll drop it right here
light up your mind and burn down your fear
 
Im throwin boulders
I always hold my only toaster
cocked and loaded
my mottos mostly fuck the holster
 
30 below
Im colder then the ice cube posters
most motors go
Slower then I run from the po
hot on my toes
Holdin dro and a bag of coke
Keep on runnin
Cant get caught wit another O
Can't let em catch me
This time there won't be parole
These greasy pigs
Wana put me in a fuckin hole
Thats known
To be deep old dirty and cold
No drugs sold
I'm gonna be broke as my last foe
Fuckas is bold
Gotta protect ya fuckin asshole
No fuckin poles
gonna be gettin behind my back yo
Ill fuckin snap yo
So back on track yo
Im runnin so fast so
Gotta find a place to hide my fuckin stash yo
I need this cash bro
cant ditch the grass n blow
somewhere it'll be found by some asshole
fuck runnin fast yo
I turn and blast so
Now the pigs are just
Some bacon in the trash yo
 
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