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No idea what that rap was about, but shit you killed it like you put a gat in its mouth,
Blasted n bounced, grabbed up an ounce, went sold the shit, for twice the amount,
It was worth, if these raps were on track, we'd have the beat in the dirt, what others spit is whack,
I couldnt shit worse, if i gave two shits, id put them turds on a verse,
Rappers get worked n then merc'd, i burst and disperse, my next verse'll be worse,
Cuz the worse i get, the more better all your shit looks, not to diss you or make you shook,
But as people spit their shit, they body themselves like shootin a gun in reverse,
I don't even have it in me to rap at this minute, so fuck it imma stop, cap it n finish,
Someone make me a hook, give me a note book and a beat,
And i'll put the illest shit out you ever heard on the streets, Im hotter than heat man im on fire, you rap what?,
Man you is a liar,
How can i quit when ive got this constant desire, to flow and just go like rambo on these ho's, before i retire,
Kill em all n put a tag on their toe,
Face it yall blow, not dope or coke, dick fuckbags tryna work ryhmes n yall choke,
OK, im done, ill hang it up like a rope,
And hand this invisible mic back omni, and together if he'd like, we'll show you what real rappin is like..


-HOOD
 
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Riff Raff has amassed such massive growing house operations that cardiac arrest surely must be the only thing that could bring to a close all those milfs lactating getting ready to have his baby and taking off the vast remainder of their clothes for him to look at astride the visible showcasing of a mass of partially nude women;
But, aside from this post’s introduction: this whole thread is a pathetic fucking crapshoot –
I’m kidding; actually, fuck that, blue-lighters need a code of honor on how to dismember its mentally afflicted, poetically not-gifted, members,
And I’m speaking on both genders: either/or, like a dick-less example of a male-to-female transsexual,
'Finishing' at the Cliff-, I’m high off 670 milligrams of weed merely to read my –notes correctly:
Notoriety has gained the upper hand here, I understand that to be a man I gotta be more than the sum of my equalization,
Gyrating against perforated holes, by most, that action just points to the majority of human creation outside of India – it should’ve been stopped by prophylactics like those mosquito nets they got in the Congo expressly put there just to impede the spread of malaria,
Delirious,
That’s the way I classify rolling through the HOOD when you trying to get a grip on that GOOD music that Kanye fucked up when he impregnated a Kardashian,
Which I’m wary of,
On the opposite side of the spectrum,
Paula Patton sucked her husband Robin’s dick until it was Thicke/thick enough to coat her nostrils with spare sperm runners,
Obviously I’m gunning for other white rappers and R-and-B singers,
Their Lot was previously established by looking back on the destruction ensuing following Jah’s pronouncements on Sodom and Gomorrah and not heeding my devilish tendencies y’all,
Halting to catch my breath,
I still got a googol times a quintillion of affinity for the rap game – interject just to intersect with the fleeting reminiscing Tolstoy employed, so,
Warriors are going home in pieces, that’s why we call it Peace; write a novel on the overall disturbing occurrence, flash-back to 1890, and topple those Russian monarchical fucks before Lenin fucked his first virgin,
On the verge of merging with Atman,
And then I descended like Buddha, ending up depressed and ashamed of my verily unenlightened, Phil Jackson returning to the Knicks-like, decision;
Going ham, that’s how I consider the entirety of my life, recognized or not,
Now HOOD if you haven't smoked up all the motherfucking pot let's hear you upon the microphone and see what you dimensionally fucking got...
 
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Lost Ego said:
I started a freestyling thread like this before. I'll post in it so you can check it out.

You think I'm just an ill rhyme spitter
But you don't realize I can kill rhymes quicker...
Than you and you can't feel my litter
You turn me into a baby sitter,
A belittler because your bars are basic
You talkin but you ain't sayin shit
You can't fuck wit my lazik
Read my rhymes and you might go blind
Get off my dick before I blow your mind
On my tyler durden shit. Tell the bass to hit me as hard as it can
That shit don't phase me, ye im the man
The beat talks to me, on another level
I get chills as I turn down the treble
Walk like a villain and talk like a rebel
Get high as an angel while I dance with the devil
I go hard like metal so don't you try and meddle
Or you'll get popped like a kettle
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Yeah i think i can rap, and you should think so,
But im sick of people jackin my rhymes, and stealin my lingo,
So i'll post this last rap here on BL before i do go..
You say you get high as an angel when you dance with the devil?
I am the devil bitch, you aint even close to bein on my level,
So tell me now who are you dancin wit, Must be your own demons you're prancin wit,
You think that showin me an old thread with clost to the same name will somehow throw me off this dang game?
Ehh, got it wrong bro, hate to be the one, that said i won, but then again, i told you so,
In almost all my raps i always use the word fire, and if i didn't call myself that sometimes i'd be a liar,
Uh fuck it i aint even gonna finish this cypher,
Just know the next time you flick your bic,
I'm the shit that comes out that lighter,
What you want it more condensed,
That makes sense,
Easier to read to those who are dense,
You're the one who could be easy to read,
By a blind man with an optic disease,
Now don't test me man please get off your knees,
You aint got what it takes to fuck me B,
This is an A & B conversation so C your way outta it 'for D jumps over E & F's you up G..
 
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had one before when i was walking that was ok but now ive lost it.....easier when you cant hear anything...ppl talking or yelling makes it difficult. just words lost my ability years ago..luckily i got it back maybe


So you think its all about me, i got enough money, phones, credit for free (Legal for all you DT's watching me)
shut the door bitch, i don't care im on bluelight why do you give a shit what im doing mind your own business....shit one phone just died now you're back to your old old self with weed, the speed and the e's
its not all about you

keep complaining about ppl dont understand you
Hold up, that's me thinking i'm better than you cos i seen more shit since then to now
keep complaining you have a drug problem
keep complaining you been treated badly

You HAD everything.....You Still have everything,
use your experiences and fight all this shit
your not taking drugs at the moment are you
but if you had drugs on you would you take them?

ok i'm leaving it there at that last line at this stage.


its gotta be positive nawww mean we in the street wit killas and guns except you holdin up toys in ur clips u got girls how much u pay these models for your clip?
how many cars were rented by your company. how many angry faces you gonna put in your clip.
 
5 bars i just thought of

theyre stuck up inside their head again
another symptom society breed in them
If your lookin for a cure i got the right medicine
You can tell im ballin from the leather on my letterman
broke boys slang crack, Real niggas serve heroin
 
Here's an old favourite of mine....

~Acid Rain~

This rain, is making me feel strange.
Quite insane.
It's not your same, old, every day strain,
slowly seeping into my brain,
to take reign of my mind this time.
I find that if I try to defy the sly, slippery drips,
I'll just slip into a deeper, more elaborate trip.
Consciousness shifts, and drifts,
as it awakens, to be taken,
away from the physical plane,
no longer restrained,
it is saved by these gleaming, vapour waves.
Seems like a dream, in this clear daze.
A paradox maze, of which the pathway is paved,
so my soul won't astray,
from where my solid self stays.
One with the ground where I peacefully lay,
this profound precipitation has made my day.~~
 
Raz said:
Corazon & HdoubleODeezy y'all are awesome! I am always heaps jealous of anyone who can write mad rhymes...I think I am okay at writing generally but I can't do what y'all do to save my life
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thx Raz

Jason Vorhees, Marc Andre Fleury
front line life expectancy, 8 million stories
Vegas MGM suite, couple whores next to me
Princess Barbie
and Destiny keeps running her mouth on ecstasy
i can't hate, i'm poly like sorbate
trying to get this money and fly out to Norway
 
Choosing of the sick witness illusions so amusing as my mind splits, I'm losing grip abusing reality inducing demons off Chemical trips drifting tragically astoundingly, slip out boundaries mental sickness stricken victims with slit wrists but whose counting Surrounding your whole fucking county decryptin myths as if my Psychosis didn't exist? Yet I'm in transit dreaming of spit clips, Schizophrenic demented intention 2 increase trigger tension in final dissention, Gods sentence not mentioned lost in Holocaust comprehension forever live exempted, Walking insomniac relapse off Optic high beam entrapped in heart attacks, Ignited pipes felt at the slightest hint of vapors up ya sinus, KG release Sirens excited to scream Osiris a Eternal's Lyrical stylus splits up your iris violent grasped by Inhuman titans, Articulation of complexity sticks impatient freebasin ecstasy penetrate fractured skull stations blissful cannibalized in destiny

Uncontrollable substance making any lost soul gullible that oppose bliss, mentality drifts into insanity nocturnals eclipse, severe heart palpitations fear the spark like I'm jason, devilish freebasin as the metal hits cardiac burning sensation, walking psycho observation fast talking as the pipe glows like the barrel of a rifle that explodes on chromosomes, a black rose as I approach the gates of an EMTs electro volts no retreat from evil tendencies flash like strobes of techo pulse, psychological damage methodical straight savage drugged dishonorable as my life vanished before I could plan it, upper clouds chemical erupter alter DNA structures of the crowd, EternalOne self murderous conductor disservice health surfaced with a nervous itch, Hiphop spontaneous flatline I lift off mutated alias everlast the hands of time, Every dose soulless In focus of steady psychosis, Obstruct hyper awareness enough to discuss your nightmares before they're even apparent to your spiritual transparent, lyrical darkness so artistic the imperial's black market alter physics outta existence, snipe assaulter long range distance swipe lifes the tongues deranged in resistance, Supernatural disturbance MC's swallow speed capsule's Overdose in volts of currents occurring, Dependence renders me relentless rip you like artificial muscle tenants defenseless as audible missiles start your dissention, demonic presence demented strike with supersonic inventions that the ancient scriptures mentioned, amphetamine mixtures evaporate enemies heavily decapitate mentally like quakes off the Richter, dream destructor the frightening fiend brain abductor through verbal blood stream acupuncture, geometrical entrapped in hexagons spilt up ventricles to your synapse host like I'm hell spawned gone off glow from dusk till dawn, mechanical aggression consume you like progression of a cannibals obsession with your inner flesh ends, planetary takeover Incedinary October, infantry soldiers shooting in range rovers without composure, Surgically scarred cut vertical perfectly alarmed in cautionary harm

I don't know I've be tweaked all night...can't stop writing
 
Imma quit the rap shit, stop chasin the pain,
In the end ain't no gain, to claim a spot in the game,
No matter how hard you try your spot'll be gone when you die,
And when you spit a curse thar's just worse, than the last one spit first,
End up in hell just frying cuz half yall half asses be lyin,
I'm done for real tho, this is all i got,
Imma schitzo, told yall befo', that's how most can spit hot,
It aint skill its a fuckin mental disorder,
At least for me to put rhymin words together in this order,
So ill be back one day when i catch my next manic attack,
Or hypomania, till then ill take my meds and relax,
I know ill never make it as a true MC, I don't have the connects to get into the in-dus-try,
But vengeance will be mine, when i come back to play this next time,
So everyone keep on doin what you can do best, but never do it to the extent that you do it to death,
Cuz if my mind keeps going as fast as it can, it'll be my ass back in a casket again..

And im gone..


Can't keep putting myself through this shit no more..
:|
 
Out of curiosity, Any Rappers/Musicians in general get stuck in a never ending loop of writing lyrics for 8-10 hours straight perfecting each line like OCD in a way when tweaked out? When I'm around friends we all battle here n there but I don't get stuck on one thing when around people...by myself though I ALWAYS say I'm gonna do something else and it ALWAYS ends with me writing verses the entire 10-12 hours LOL it was cool at first but now shits hella annoying. Can't seem to break the cycle.
 
Evil Bliss
How could you resist?? ;)


She laughs in my face, like I thought I'd win.
"Teehee, I'll set your consciousness free!" she grins.


Don't fall for the trap!
You'll never go back,
even if you change paths,
her shadow will cast,
across the future land you pass.


You'll never truly sleep,
until she sweeps you off your feet.
but don't sneak too deep,
the slope is steep,
and you may fall into a pit of demons,
you'll never defeat.
At most you can quiet their need to feed,
almost to silence.
with practice.
but they will still be in your head for eternity..


So be careful of which flower you pick to dance,
because you may or may not have only once chance.
to escape from her toxic, beautiful trance.~
 
Im beginning to feel like a rap god-zilla,
Preparing to step on and smash yall killas,
Anyone wanting to step's small splinters,
Just little pricks in my path, now feel my wrath all sinners..
They say to rap like godzilla i must be nuclified,
Imma reptile, been crucified,
Been to hell, was sent to kill all those lucified,
Who claim to have sold your soul, you've been stupified.

Lost my train of thought.. someone pick up where i left off please.
Let's go back and forth with 8 bars and try to make a freestlye made by all of us.. minus a chorus. Unless someone can make one. (I know i sure as hell can't make a hook)
 
my body is dying, my brain is crying
but if said i wasn't stressed-out I'd be lying
fuck the pain, bought a couple beers , hurricane
i haven't had a 40 in 10 years, don't make me take it there again
crying but no tears, life trying to take me back in time 10 years
back to 20 grams at a time, break it down to 75 twenty-bags by eye
I don't know why but i'm not ready 2 DIE even tho fuck life
trying to get to the beach and meet my future wife
 
Yalls a bunch of slobs, don't quit your day jobs
Get back to flippin burgers while I'm committin murders
On this rap shit it's easy while yo fingers gettin greasy
You only rappin McMuffins while I'm rhymin hotter than an oven
 
There's truth to these words said, thoughts been clearing in a blurred head,
Bring new life to the blood shed, end world wars now 'for the worlds dead,
I see what's happening let the word spread, like a disease through a germ spread,
Sent this message in encryption, de-crypt it now by description,
It's a world wonder like pyramids by Egyptians, read their hieroglyphic premonition inscriptions,
The impression that im giving, is making you rethink history by reliving,
Relieving the tension that you're grieving, by the past forgot that you're deceiving,
There's no more sense in convincing, im the realist idealist prophecy psychotic psychic that is breathing.
 
hB20BAB9C
 
I do more than disses...

I sit back drinkin 40s watchin my favorite Golden Girls
Lookin and admirin at Betty White's curls
I start gettin aroused as my brow furls
I think of a way to unload all my pearls
 
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