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the rhyme time battle or not thread (you want to step man?)

here...i was listening to hip hop is dead by nas and i wrote this over it

how is hip hop dead if ive yet to pull the trigger
im the illest on the mic and also with my finger
so i can murder you twice figuratively and literally
turn up this volume cause i think you cant hear me
and if you minus my words and the shit that i spit
ill be like every other nigga who scripts
but i dont script it just flows out my mind
make everyone think is he out of his mind?
yea yo im out of that place but im better off now at least in my case
cause where i am now there no hustle or fame
everyone here starts off the same
and are measured by their lyrics, style, and flow
and on that criteria alone is how you get a show
i dont know if you heard but my shit is divine
make a whole crowd stop at each of my lines
and in the rare occasion that my finger slips
and i murder hip hop, put that shit in a ditch
ill just dig that bitch up from six feet under
and even this time around everyone will still love her


...yea

~GH~
 
yo, D to tha E to tha A to the D
the form of hiphop died and its spirit broke free
the form that had been tried was the form of a "G"
so wasn't i surprised when it was born inside me
'cos i was living in the suburbs of the world's back yard
and i was eating all the rubbish that was pushed real hard
and i never thought twice about the things that were said
until i realised that the Word could be turned on its head
and being that Words were all i really knew
i had to ditch the Words "I know" and see a new point of view
so technically speaking, I don't know shit
but i know how to hit the nail when I spit
 
yo check it, guess who's back to jack the credit
select facts from the manifest consensus
if it makes no sense just reinvent the message
the pensive, defenseless, weak, meek sheep
need three more drinks, so pour four for me
store corn and beans and other important things
with your mortgaged jeans, horse, porsche and rings
thank the lord and sing praise to be thankful
from every aspect, nook, cranny and angle
 
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Intro: (These posters are sweet - lookin' like cookies and cream to me)

Motherfucker this Captain, but you can call me CB
Fuck with me the police'll have to get me
760i I ride - I'm a rider - Molotov I toss that, you're on fire
Beef pop - I stop talkin' and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire

My tech jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was just takin' a breather - I'm back blammin'
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit' the cannon
You shootin' back but ain't hittin' shit - I'm still standin'
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets and hit ya man
 
This is for ma ones who love the blunts
The brown one, 5 crown, weigh 5 tons
My flow is low but you will like for sure
I'm sure what I'm going to glow
before I do I should look for a clue
It took her a day to be blue
All I did respect the show
usually I see myself in a whole
It just might be too close to cool
I pray to God to purify our soul's
Sometimes I put my life on hold
Because day by day I'm getting old
Me and my girl we are the sister's of mole
I'm very close to fold
Have a good one y'all
Oh I almost forgot to introduce my self ,I'm so fool
I'm a brown man, coming from a tan land
My purpose is to be bold
At last I love you all
My time is sold
<3 :)
 
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It is going to be hash, I'm in rush
Can some one please fill the dash
Thick ash when I used to smoke sess
why do I think life is sad
is in it suppose to be always next
People walking around me looking to test
I try always my best
but some times the clock run less
Hey God forgive us so we all can be bless
 
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I think the goalie musta blocked my shot
sick of rambling and gambling with an empty wallet
you can't stop this, all this biggie and pac shit
if its street, it's complete
for the beggars with their walkmans
Changed is killing it
just rhyming for the thrill of it
this thread's the best one I've seen in a lil bit
I never can commit
a crime without being shaky
whatever way it works out, I know they can't save me
when shit's stressed you sit down and call your mother
me and bros be packing more lethal weapons than danny glover

damn this is a lot harder to do than i thought it would be sober
 
give me back the syntax to revamp the mixed bag
i've had it, walking life out of habit
no man, just a manic up and down clown bound for your town
played the game just the same but the rain came anyways
loud
its how we like the music
play the beat just for me, let me see your movement
i'm a clueless human, give me a hint
the sense that i get is to make love and rent
so you'll find me in a tent, posted in the woods
grubbin on some berries, talkin bout, "its all good"
 
this is ridiculous, a fix for the penniless mixed up kids
so flip four lids and repeat the mantra
i just want to save the world with ganja
and ya got ta feel me
its the reality
the killing spree is appealing see
so stop filling free coffee cups with liquor
and start stealing all the nuts with vigor
its getting bigger
and thicker
not to be fully expressed on a bumper sticker

yep :)
 
I put pen to paper
Through the bad times
this carries me
I've got no medical
and don't have a vison of dental
this is my poor man's therapy
Most of the time
I just grin and bear it
It might be best to leave me be
I feel like quasimoto
but they foreclosed on the church
I guess this means no sanctuary
I see four horsemen out front
they aren't a moment too soon
Please, just take me...
 
jah rastafari, the most high
but nigh, I don't believe in god either
she can go get fucked with two middle fingers
its like a singer in a chorus of lost souls
pot holes and crack bowls
i've racked fools for less
the blessing is messing up my resting place, faceless
complaints are baseless
i've heard of much worse cases
like this racist ape hating humans
so fume and get moving
your a shoe in
groomed for the silver room man
yeah
i can't understand either
 
yo is that a prose? cause flows are supposed to rhyme
so sit back and observe how I'll dismantle you every time
I toss ten dimes to every bum I see
and you couldn't produce paper if you were a tree
I rap sick like malarian mosquitoes
and your rap's shit, fake cheese like Doritos
I pone this clone fake wanna be rapper
turn off his lights like he's hooked to a clapper
your heart I'm after
no matter
its all chatter
so get a clue like big blue
and key in to the laughter
 
Key the laughter like a comedian,
I'm hotter than the fire that you see me in,
An aura of light that will blow you away,
I'm butter and you're just Parkay,
I'm great and you're just okay,
I'm the emcee, you're just a dee jay.
Spin it back for me one more time,
could you make your raps any more asinine?



(no real beef, just having some fun :D )
 
You're butter in a fire? Punk bitch, you're liquid.
Should have listen to your momma when she said to stick wit'
Piano lessons. cuz yo she coulda guessed
That some day you'd meet my brothers misters Smith and Wesson.
The fire I don't see you in don't even burn,
Cuz bitch if you're an atom, I guess that makes me CERN.
I'll fuck this punk more ways that light hitting a prism,
So be careful where you sit because he might shit jism.
 
cups of coffee greets me often
no more oxycontin
pop fish oil pills and caps of biotin
never stoppin, if i had some rocks i'd off em
whats next? i want some
so come on hun
pawns tugs on the queen's gravity
the stat book's mass points to calamity
embrace the man in me, the fat of the earth
sham happy hounds poison the turf
so breath the surf and rebirth a worth
embrace the planet from frisco to perth
heal the earth and give a shirt
i'm sure its that simple
embrace the planet from perth to frisco
 
Changed said:
is that a derogatory comment
pointed towards my amateur technique
or a legitimate compliment and critique?
:p
Click to expand...

lol. Nah man, I've been reading this and you're actually prolly the best one here.

Respect to ya bro. =D
 
a caged rat gone crazy
you all want to work but just seem lazy
and my mind's hazy from grazing the greens
mirror gets fogged from to much steam
i seem to gleam meaning from being unique
love to find manure even though it stinks
Greeks and geeks all speak freaky
talk
some like it hot while others do not
you've got to want
to give and live
how would you feel as a factory pig?
wait just a minute
while I finish this sentence
nope, never mind
this ramble is endless
 
So my brain wants to take you on a little excursion
Because I've come to the conclusion, that your not a real person

You are just a part of my imagination,
A terrible part of this brain's creation

See I've been dead for so long,
but the brain likes to play pretend
When this death trip is over,
my time in this unreal place will come to an end

Im rolling hard on this death drug,
this Matrix life is so tempting
But this isn't real life,
this joke life is TOO EMPTY

It says I'm still living, it creates these false beings
fake people, fake jobs in their fake buildings

I don't buy it, I don't breathe it
I won't try it, I won't seize it

This reality is just a moment, a big bang, a flash
You see I actually died 3 hours ago in a 5 car crash

Funny what people say about death, dying, 'THEIR TIME TO GO'
They are scared, afraid of what they don't know
Being dead is the same as being alive
Except your dead, and you don't realize
A DIFFERENCE IN REALITY TIES

Everything you make, touch, or see
Is exactly the way I wanted it to be
Because this brain had you create it for me

But I want out of this place, I DIED, It should be over
Must be trapped in Limbo GOD FUCKED ME OVER
Should have been a Mormon, or Jehovah witness

My brain, how it operates I have no clue
Talking about, my mind playing tricks on me, oh wait, on you
 
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You bitches don't know how to battle/
Respond to a verse/
I'll send Keanu Reeves up here/
Around the block in a hearse/
You should have been a lot of things/
an mc ain't one/
you think you're dead now?/
punk, wait till I get done/
He said it better than I can/
Look at his handle/
Now excuse me while I yawn/
Whoops, I blew out your candle/
Don't know how your brain works?/
Guess what. It don't/
Now run and cry to your momma/
Cuz you just got pwnt/
 
y0 I'll eat your raps and turn them to gas
you standing in my way is like a hammer hitting glass
this crass ass, classless bastard gets massacred
have you heard?
smash your face with words till your vision's blurred
speech gets slurred from taking this drink
spit nasty like the sulfur water from my sink
take you to the brink and drop you off cliffs dude
cause you act rude
it doesn't make you cool that you got a couple tattoos
 
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