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

I look in the mirror and what do I see, yo?
Sexy muthafucka, look like Rudolph Valentino
Ya can't amaze me, so you try to fade me
then I steal your girl as if she were the Lindeberg baby
I'll rock your prostate with my 8 inch cock
and leave you walkin' funny like Michael J. Fox
But nah, I ain't tryin' to spit no Teen Wolf flow
I just here to let y'all playa hataz know
That if you keep talkin' shit I'll just say "so what"
and leave your face lookin' like a glazed donut
drippin' with man-seed, "Damn, G!"
and the rest of my day is fine and dandy
 
homosexual innuendo is no place for me-
gonna start this thing fresh like it used to be...




right after I sober up :D
 
ohh shit, don't know if i should step to that
cause its perfectly clear that this pap smear can rap
so fuck the facts and the gats man
leave you numb and dry like afghanistan


ehh i'm high, that's all I've got :D
 
short but sweet

this pap smears back from a hard earned vacation:
discerning my challengers through empirical observation
reveals an absence of contenders deserving of response
lets jump start this cadaver- creating a lyrical renaissance.
 
Fuck your renaissance I employ dark ages
my lyrical assault rampages, disengages
your spine from your neck. i get mad respect.
i rock the microphone and wreck both decks.
things so morose as i spit on your casket
rhymes so verbose don't think i'm outlasted
outcasted or out-gunned.
so much coke i think i'll have to start a hedge fund
 
a challenger appears! fully armed with lyrical spears
quick flow tears- what's this? a ghost appears,
coming back from the grave and its time I rave:
zombie stagger, dangerous as a spanish dagger,
pretty guise, packin' a poisonous surprise,
sting ya like Ali before he was trippin'
now you're the next morning's paper clippin'
don't handle a gun but I'm loadin' the clip in:
melodious munitions stockpiled in the cache
naturally select ya like Jean-Baptiste Monet.
 
Ah I see how you battle, you guys are no fun
All you rap about is how much coke you have and how you can shoot a gun
OH SO ORIGINAL, I'm scared shitless son
Yaaa right.... It's not like your rhymes haven't been done

Your posts are bland, your lyrics aren't tight
Your anger complex makes you want to try and start a word fight
You got no chance at the big time you'll never get noticed
That's probably why your behind your screen, a big man posting on Bluelight
 
ah i see how you battle, you guys are no fun
all you rap about is how much coke you have and how you can shoot a gun
oh so original, i'm scared shitless son

changed said:
don't handle a gun but i'm loadin' the clip in:
Melodious munitions stockpiled in the cache
naturally select ya like jean-baptiste monet.

8) .
 
Gosh, how did i know you would post something like that.

Fact:

Your not the only one who posted a rhyme about a gun / wasn't really talking about your post more of a generalization :rolleyes:
 
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so what if i am?
wobbling into this thread
stumbling in time half dead.
so, i let myself in
sayin fuck you to naysayin.
i may be stuck here on ground level
but when i play i make ya soul tremble.
not sayin my sound is all that fresh
or that i fuck birds better than the rest.
but i am the best you better believe
once i find that light
ill grab the mic
shining away all your troublesome grieves.
so what if i am giving you trembling knees?
 
welfare, JSA, Tuesday gettin paid today!
Dreamin layin in bed...gotta get up be watered n fed
Moma wants me to get a job and make the bread
But id rather get head and listen to records instead
Cos the employers don't care, Na ah, throw my application straight inda bin
said i donno whatta gotta do in this world to finally win, bring some REAL cash in
Dont wanna flip n spit in burgers at Maccie D's...and you know im too fuckin godamn white to be workin in KFC's
Man aint got the patience to fill out these application forms
When im too lazy to conform, living in a shitty university dorms.
 
stop bitching, at least you're out even if youre on your own
see a doctor, say please gimme speed
i got add so bad i cant even split this scene.
the economys at recess while the government tries to spend less
so in the meantime peddle some shit so ya less stressed.
nobody says you have to conform
that ended long ago
when we gave women the right to vote.
so get out your bed, wax ya head
and get ready for another shitty skit to perform.
 
old shit:
I keep it like that nigga on ya wall (I KEEP IT FLY GET IT)
Yeah the craziest nigga you ever saw
Cause whenever I'm dusted
I'm grinding niggas like mustard, seeds
Yeah I be poppin' niggas in they knees
Yeah you know I dip my weed in phencyclidine
And I snort the longest lines of ketamine
Cause yeah I'm the craziest nigga you ever seen
Yeah I'll cut you open like a white owl
Cause I be coming with that mad murder style
Everyday I got cold steel against my waist
but I'm on the real punchin niggas in the face
Yeah I got what you fake motherfuckers lack
I got the mad motherfucking green stacks
Niggas run up on me, and get filled with hollows
Yeah your the bitch ass nigga the bullets follow
Yeah forty s and w
Don't think about fucking with my crew
Cause we'll be the ones about to murder you
Drinkin' armaretta and hennessy
With the beretta and the fresh t
From Pennsylvania
Be slayin' ya

other shit just wrote:
People ask me why I love weed so much
Bitch at me when I go to the store for a dutch
Fuck em, they get mad when they get punched
So nigga who da fuck are you
Lookin like you came straight from the zoo
I'll beat yo ass along with ya crew
Cause us real niggas be runnin' dis shit
When the cops come we fuckin' split
cause you know the shit we do is illicit
the niggas who be slangin' rocks and the
same shit ya'll banging in ya arms
cause you know I'm a fuckin' hustla
don't make me have to bust ya
police gonn' put my ass under arrest
don't give a fuck show up high to a drug test
pistol in da waistband, strapped with a vest
Yeah cause I'm a wild motherfucka
I ain't no fuckin' sucka
you a busta, a fucking scrub
go drown ya ass in da tub
nigga come to my hood you gettin' mugged
 
"nigga please", ive been saying that since i was thirteen
ever since i saw the sight of that lovely queen
oh mary jane you keep me fine in times of pain
while i sit at time's back line
watching life crime's strain.
in the meantime i'll rap for food
because ya know it's the style
when their shit's gooder than good.
 
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stop bitching, at least you're out even if youre on your own
see a doctor, say please gimme speed
i got add so bad i cant even split this scene.
the economys at recess while the government tries to spend less
so in the meantime peddle some shit so ya less stressed.
nobody says you have to conform
that ended long ago
when we gave women the right to vote.
so get out your bed, wax ya head
and get ready for another shitty skit to perform.

"Atleast im out, even if im on my own?"
Put down the crack pipe mayne,
we know that aint home grown!
Cos you're not making any sense?
assumingly in my prescence you feel tense
resorting to hate in the mist of our current reccesion,
theres always been poverty and greed you need to be taught a lesson
I never even said I have to conform! been against the system from the day i was born!
So I can bitch worse than your mother, wonderin how u were concieved with Durasex extra strength rubber ;)

"get out ya bed and wax ya head?" Muthafucker STFU and drop down dead.

PWHAA
 
All this hate, Haikod you think it's all fun
But truly, you haven't seen the damage you have done

We, Your family are worried, your parents are stressing
Your crazy drug habit, has you sneaking around illegally possessing
Also, what has become of my gold jewelry that is missing?
Pawned so you can get some of that crack you have been obsessing.

We are tired of your hate, your neglect, and this terrible drug attraction
And after some careful thoughts, we have come up with a plan of action
So we want your attention, because,
Haikod this is a Bluelight intervention
So lets clear the air of all this tension,
you have a problem Haikod, so lets get to fixin'

First things first, this drug problem has got to go
What has it got you? A life on skid row.
Your always in a bad mood,
Your life is totally screwed,
FFS your on the street rapping for food
Come on dude, we all know that hasn't be working for you
We know your A.D.D sometimes interferes
You're a little wet behind the ears
But jeez just do us all a favor
And shut the fuck up CHEERS!

And now that I come to think of it and I probably can say this for all of us
We changed our mind we don't want you
Keep living on the streets, keep doing what you do
Cuz we know, whats going to happen, and we have decided to let you go
And when we arrive at your funeral lowering you 6 feet down we won't be able to say:
I Told You So
 
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yo bros, don't make me angry
cause I'll take ya in the woods and shoot you like Dick Cheney
man you couldn't pay me enough to put up with this guff
"nigga this" and "fuck that", it don't make you tough
just a young pup huffing paint
a kid on the front, you're stuck like tape
more whine than grapes, light weight like leaves and I'm the rake
and the fire
shit I'm awake like coffee and you're just tired
so retire
step out of the thread
before you get poisoned by this lyrical lead
 
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