Yo you aint never holla at me man. I'm twisted right now on this VSOP so bare with me man.

e got the biggest package, yes deliver package
Endless, my supplies like cornfields
but a lot whiter dawg, more then Brook Shields
Damn that china, she get it in her gina gina
and I hit it like I’m movin’ to the lina lina
How [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] gon ever reach 200,000?
If e gon be letting heads in his damn housing?
But enough about my piff game, and that’s enough about my ill fame
Cuz I’m all about the pimp game, yes the wife the hood had her
I hit it on the range and she can give head, she a bushwachker.
I make the tec yell right in your ear,
The only thing coming out DLD’s clip is a Nextel

:clank:
 
name me a rapper that i aint bust/
now, name me a fool you can trust/
we smoke them, like dust right in the dutch/
pump your brakes wile the girls control my clutch/
its never enough/
so i guess you stillwantmore/
chillin getting my dick sucked buy the sea shoure/
you rappers bore me like eore/
so when [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] goes on tour/
DLD gets rushed at the door/
form the love support from his team/
selling [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]PA[/words]'s All day makeing his cream/

much respect to the MC's on [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words]
BROOKLYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:dj:
 
joey_styles said:
/In speaking directly to Satan himself, you may discover what is in your subconscious that you can't quite bring to the surface.


Nice quote! Dr LaVey thought that Satan symbolised our deepest carnal instincts, speaking to him thus enables us to merge with this normally deeply suppressed aspect of ourselves. I think he was wrong to be atheistic with regards to the matter though.
 
Wake up then blaze
been my life these days
crazy thoughts, liftin weights,
my biggest fear not knowing my fate
stressin on things fill me with rage
only thing holding me back is that concrete cage
with metal bars so much drama ull b ina daze
dreamin about that purple haze.
dont get jacked for your commisary
bitches do a fuckin fairy.
back out on the streets preaching [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words]
blazing dutches thin like dental floss.
 
what if the devil stole your women,
do you wait for ransome notes?
would you trust him?
could you trust him?
trust him like mom with a hot needle
or do you cut a hole in the roof?
hell and dump down armfulls of flowers
and flat worms livening up his basement,
and maybe his heart starts a-changing
and he starts sniffing flowers
and he lets your girl go with fur coats and shit.

you can't make satan prey,
you can't sick mom armed with hot needles.
you can't shoot guns down the sewer
or bang on the ceiling angry for god.

satan is alot like you, he's scared up to its horns of happiness.
don't deny yourself mornings.
sing in the face of your enemies.
 
I got my penis on the ropes, choke hold in my forehand//
one nut up in my whore man, the others up in yours fam//
I'll hang the whole damn [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] clan from my sore glans//
and only stop the stretch when my foreskin hits the floor and//
I got a hard core penile erection thats pumpin iron//
the kinda dick a mile thick, injecting women till they're cryin//
no, that's not surprising. No carabiner? Here's a bungee jump!//
You funny cunt, run off my tip 'n' trip in a pool of runny cum//
you youngn's still measuring ya length gains with a metre stick//
Me? I P.E. In front of the T.V. while my dick goes out to meet the chicks!//
So speak of it in a negative sense & watch your schlong jack//
my dicks a bat, snap! I had it tatted with "Adirondack"//
my cocks the maddest don, thats got cheeks like Marlon Brando//
my shaft resembles stairways & the head resembles mangos!//
From every single angle girls toss they're panties just to board 'em//
I kinda resent him now thanks to the [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] forum//

:) I'm A Pro...
 
Come on now, ya'll don't even want to get me started. This thread will just become like every other like it, ME stomping any mother fucker who steps up but if ya wanna play we can do this:D Give me a minute.
 
I gotta go so Ima drop this quick shit on yall asses

Holla at me I got work for hire
Niggas say I aint a pimp, that pricks a liar
I might drive through your hood with pirelli on the tire
Stop frontin, you aint got no weight to deliver
Transactions amount over 6 fucking figures
I fuck with dimes, I mean model type figures
Only ones you see is on a pedastal nigga!
While his little ass in the p.c. p.c.,
Ima bang his wife nigga breezy breezy,
She says its big I tell her, Penis Enlargement Penis Enlargement
Dawg the only bricks you puttin up is on the court
I throw the finger up yes on the court
Once last time, I tell you I'm a bigger pioneer then nino
Dawg your ass as gangsta as benzino


out
 
its like the shawshank redemption/
how take the pension/
rev like a 12 cylander engine/
never mention my name/
i twist for the fame/
it was never a game/
its a sport/
don't get smoked like a pack of newports/
never been to court/
but i smoked a parliament/
in front of the House of Parliament/
never break the tension/
if i do a show in the u.k/
I make the queen pay admission/
in addition/
go grab your TECKS/
I 'll have bloody blokes stomp on your necks/

Brooklyn!!!!!!!!!!!!
MR.PAN these yanks are to dozy for my style.
thry steeping all over my kurps!!!!!!!<------- "sad atempt to be from the U.K"
 
*I never intended to participate, but I randomly caught Kanye dealing with stupidity on this Smack [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/mosdvd.htm]DVD[/words] clip that was featured on YouTube: YouTube - Kanye West / Smack [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/mosdvd.htm]DVD[/words] Vol 13 ; and even though I was heading to bed I instantly felt like I could not think of any better way nor any better place to express my perspective of the shortcomings in hip hop and the sadness of the culture that many in it are born into yet still help to perpetuate or even help to degenerate.

I didn't put in much time. This is my first real even half hearted attempt to rhyme like this. I picked Hip Hop style because that's what I want to speak on as inspired by the Smack [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/mosdvd.htm]DVD[/words]. I enjoy ALL genres with a passion to varying extents depending on individual works, but Hip Hop slips more and more from my faves.

Comment on the rhyme and message if you wish, but I don't really give a shit because it's "real" no matter what. Still, I'm somewhat interested in opinions about it.

This is not directed at any specific person(s), but their is obviously a "type" that it focuses on with a kind of "tough love".*

-----------------------

Step to D.L.D.'s M.O.S. , and you're D.O.A.
- that's Dead On Arrival
You'll try to impress but your lyrics beg for survival

your reading comprehension is low, so I try to break it down for you
like taxes do what you can't, while we ask 'should we deplore you?'

like the relevant D.O.A
- Department of Agriculture
you don't talk about that, because your vulture culture

you see we pay taxes for the F.S.P., just so you can eat
that's Food Stamp Program, follow me - have a seat

when you follow the rules, there you are in line
with your EBT card, buffin' it to a shine

that's Electronic Benefit Transfer, but I call it a sick joke
a tyrants pathetic answer to their self induced social cancer, but your answer is coke

I can't knock you for trying, but you play into the sheik
and I knock you for that, 'cause that street thinkin' is weak

I don't give a shit that it works for you, or that it's not in line with the rules
tyrants have DARE in the schools, but still deal from the top to you fools

you think you stick it to the man, but you give tyrants what they want
they pimp you AND nab you by the family jewels, be they balls or a cunt

you create feinds like they do, and glorify it with bars
but your coke and rap are just infecting the people, like a deadly case of SARS

to learn the last two acronymys, you'll have to fish with the net
if I teach you to fish, then you'll be better set
the main words are "cause change", have you gotten that yet?

don't preach just to preach, but instead help our forces
"we the people" need strength, or we'll all soon be corpses

design your lyrics to fight the people's dominator
instead of that weak ass shit you call "hard" playing to the lowest common denominator

it won't pay as well, but that's only at first
if you keep it up, then change will soon burst

awakened masses will drift to you, like they do to Immortal Technique
and you'll sleep better at night, knowing you're not the weak plaguing more weak

enjoy drugs if you want, but fight to make them legal and don't sell and infect
change your culture to moderation - not addiction ... and to love, unity, legit success and - most of all - to respect.

-------------------------

In closing, I reflect on how Mario Savio's likely most popular rant CAN apply to not only any bureaucracy "machine" but to any "machine" of detrimental actions and messages .... like the machine that music/written word CAN be.

"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"

Mario Savio - Free Speech Movement
 
I will keep it living until I drop a verse then the thread, just like the rappers in it, will be dead. :D I am just waiting on my weed man:D
 
joey_styles said:
its like the shawshank redemption/
how take the pension/
rev like a 12 cylander engine/
never mention my name/
i twist for the fame/
it was never a game/
its a sport/
don't get smoked like a pack of newports/
never been to court/
but i smoked a parliament/
in front of the House of Parliament/
never break the tension/
if i do a show in the u.k/
I make the queen pay admission/
in addition/
go grab your TECKS/
I 'll have bloody blokes stomp on your necks/

Brooklyn!!!!!!!!!!!!
MR.PAN these yanks are to dozy for my style.
thry steeping all over my kurps!!!!!!!<------- "sad atempt to be from the U.K"


And I was trying to hide in buckinghampalace. Music and lyrics to Buckingham Palace by Canibus on Rhapsody Online
 
Dominica women, big ass bootyliciouses asses, all ripe for the picking,
just waiting their begging for me to take em
gotta leave some room, and gonna bring home the bacon
dictate this shit, like I was commanding fools to be juvenile
making your head spin faster, then a chronic smoker, stuck in his room, just wishing that he could do that mile.
making your hoes flip up turf, better dust that shit off your face, please don't make me re flip the verse.
Have to do a Edward scissor hand on that hair, which you try to style hahahahah like Micheal Jackson on some meth looking for the next kid, so he can bus on his head.

Dreaming of undeniable fame
picking spaces, taking peoples parking places
to many verses to spit,hit up all of your rhymes and make it look as if Evils was trying to spit.
 
never the less i confesss/
i must be the best/
doge bullets like the matrix/
with no bullet prof vest/
don't need no gun/
smoke weed in zone one/
act like i care? i get fuck up from/
westminster to blackfriars/
had to run from Earl's court/
try to make me play childs suport/
i got blokes in pimlico that leave you on life suport/
i got cats in waterloo that leave you black and blue/
fake dudes get bared/
before u go to the uk don't for get your travelcard/
cause u get found/
dead in the london underground/

hotest uk rapper MR.TIBS
 
Im not much of an MC but MaxImp's verse was ill. One of the only verses so far that had flow, and the punches were tight. You got some skills man.
 
joey_styles said:
is this a uk arstist canibus his lylicalabiulty is crazy i man wow dude i am lime wireing him as we speek. thanks MR. PAN have ou heard MR. TIBS he is getting play in the states and he clames the uk but he hard.

good music never dies.

Don't know who MR TIBS is, found something, not really feeling that tho.
CANIBUS BIOGRAPHY
 
Castor said:
Im not much of an MC but MaxImp's verse was ill. One of the only verses so far that had flow, and the punches were tight. You got some skills man.
Thanks Cas, that means alot to me man. If someone appreciated it, it was worth it.

Canibus = G.O.A.T. "Space" rapper. "Niggonometry" is one of the illest knowledge drops. The last 3 bars of the last verse are insane!
The new "Poet Laureate" was too long tho, don't care what anybody says, 45 minute track? = Too long.
 
poet layriette 45mins???wot versions that, i have 2 off the last album an they were 11mins?

i come with more bangers than a car scrapyard/
the facts are im phat an i dont mean i got flab on my abs thats large/
i walk in th ejoint, and the girls flood to flash they bras/
i chill with a fat cigar an a flat full of top class arse/
an when she lays eyes on what all in my draws/
her legs open wide when i get close,like automatic doors/
im all for the course gettin a broard on all fours/
and im killing the pussy with no remorse/
its eazy to see il succeed in life/
more than a decent emcee wiv rhymes thatl leave defeated peeps reisgned/
to never speakin in mics,my speed over beats precise/
i aint the preachin type im here to set the streets alight/
all you dumb cunt emcees ya best guard ya doors/
im more than u bargained for,(battle me?)yall leave with half ya jaw/
came to the stage to battle me?good luck/
your like noisy eaters at cinemas, we wish youd shut the fuck up/
my flows like where campers sleep,there in-tents/
i can see you still got a career,oh no thats my 6th sense/
 
my beat is of the chain
followin in dlds footsteps tryin to gain
never let pain keep me away from the game
wanna get to eight by six
maybe teach my dick some new tricks
so i can get some hoe's now that iv grown
hear them scream before i spray them with my cream
i got no money i need a loan to get in their zone
filled with pride, chevy riding high rocking bitches side to side



ok ill stop embarrasing my self now lol

im WHITE and i dont even have CHEVY :( i want one though hahaha
 
Damn. I've been looking for the link to the full 50 minute version for about a half hour now. Couldn't find it, so I put in a request. Soon as I know you'll know. Shit... while I'm here...

I Live a fairy tale existence, I'm phukin with Cinderella//
I'm dickin' her crystal slippers. Lick pussy like 'Killa Kela!'*//
"Cinderfella?" 'Dana Dane' Ain't In The House For A Minute//
Decatur's savior's in the place & minus 'S', I'ma kill-it!// (Get It?)
I got my stick in like 'Cribbage' & get it stuck like a Big Kid//
Tellin tricks they dumb, ain't talkin bout a font - "you're a wing-ding!"//
I'm the "Spit King" & no amount of saliva gon' stop me!//
sling your bitch up my dick - that's the ONLY way you gon' top me!//
Manx? Hot property like Monopoly, so talk to me properly//
A number man like 'Socrates', get cha popped by bought police!//
And copp me a doctor B 'n' have him phuk you up further//
Then watch them waves go flat-line & we ain't talkin bout surfers// (Ouch)
But on the surface I'm a nice guy, liked guy on a nice high//
I buy my weed by the field now, u still coppin it price-wise?//
Wanna know bout my ice, why? I'm richer bitch, pick a ring//
I'm like a prism here flickering... while you sittin there shivering!//

-Blah- I don't really care about the "throw-it-up" rap.
But it's fun to play with punch lines LoL
 
ManixImpressive said:
Damn. I've been looking for the link to the full 50 minute version for about a half hour now. Couldn't find it, so I put in a request. Soon as I know you'll know. Shit... while I'm here...

I Live a fairy tale existence, I'm phukin with Cinderella//
I'm dickin' her crystal slippers. Lick pussy like 'Killa Kela!'*//
"Cinderfella?" 'Dana Dane' Ain't In The House For A Minute//
Decatur's savior's in the place & minus 'S', I'ma kill-it!// (Get It?)
I got my stick in like 'Cribbage' & get it stuck like a Big Kid//
Tellin tricks they dumb, ain't talkin bout a font - "you're a wing-ding!"//
I'm the "Spit King" & no amount of saliva gon' stop me!//
sling your bitch up my dick - that's the ONLY way you gon' top me!//
Manx? Hot property like Monopoly, so talk to me properly//
A number man like 'Socrates', get cha popped by bought police!//
And copp me a doctor B 'n' have him phuk you up further//
Then watch them waves go flat-line & we ain't talkin bout surfers// (Ouch)
But on the surface I'm a nice guy, liked guy on a nice high//
I buy my weed by the field now, u still coppin it price-wise?//
Wanna know bout my ice, why? I'm richer bitch, pick a ring//
I'm like a prism here flickering... while you sittin there shivering!//

-Blah- I don't really care about the "throw-it-up" rap.
But it's fun to play with punch lines LoL

Maniximpressive/ yous outa fresh luck/ shimmy down the jewels of that throne and shut the fuck up/ coz there's a new soldier up in your manor/ and you will pay him the respect due out front with a banner/ while stealin' them ryHydromaxe's/ like only you know how/ thats true, blud, Reber's blowin' the whistle so wipe the sweat from your brow/ coz i'm wise to your borrowed couplets/ pirate verbals/ plagiarization/ this is 187 infiltration/ turnin' you out so peoples can see through the blind at the fraudulent fassio creation/ that you are/ that you forever will be/ bowl up the council estates and comea searchin' me/ I'll set you straight, blud/ forget your straight fish, blud/ straighten your witless dick, them rhymes, and your face, blud/ its straight up/ nothin' but reality and fact on the platinum plate, blud/ yous the self-proclaimed "spit king", fuck! this pussio must be chattin' about this dick ting, coz I'M the spit king/ the spit monster/ the oversized lyrical gorilla that stomped the fuck outa godzilla for his Meth and his skrilla//
so rat-a-tat-tat little puddy cat/ Reber took it to manix injecting those hyperdermic panics/ after bustin' his grill through the door and leavin' his wideboy poetics with the scum on the floor/ keep deludin' yourself kid/ drag up your feet/ look this white soldier square in the eyes and know you just got fuckin' beat.

i'm no rapper and i think most rap is shit, but this was kinda fun... no offence to you manix, takin' this piss is easier, and theres just no way i'm guna rap about bitches and bitches and...


keep pushing
 
Yeah yeah, gonna bust all over your face.
make you into an ice cream, get me them gold plates.
escalate your body, ripping beats through the pacific states.
Have your mind turning in troubles, just trying to pick up on this.
cause their ain't no chance you're gonna play this.
Surrounded by women from Puerto Rico, right up to Mexico, Spain, Holland, Japan, China, Moscow dam dog you feel me yet':)
 
Blowing up my celley calling me the Phat PimP daddy.
Make your legs go all jelly
Sticking my dick in the telly, hoping to reach Jenifer Lopez
cause Baby we gonna need a toe truck to toe this.

Yo check it, Babylon be all around.
Batty boy run,bad bwoy nar run
Me keep a hold of me things, bash a bwoy, who even dare to breathe.
Teif mans Bills. take his Bling Bling
Bloodfire dog, Bobo dread a coming
Gotta put meh Boots on, and hope to Buck a gal.
Bun his head.
Bad man a run the show.
 
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ithiel;274949 said:
Yo you aint never holla at me man. I'm twisted right now on this VSOP so bare with me man.

e got the biggest package, yes deliver package
Endless, my supplies like cornfields
but a lot whiter dawg, more then Brook Shields
Damn that china, she get it in her gina gina
and I hit it like I’m movin’ to the lina lina
How [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] gon ever reach 200,000?
If e gon be letting heads in his damn housing?
But enough about my piff game, and that’s enough about my ill fame
Cuz I’m all about the pimp game, yes the wife the hood had her
I hit it on the range and she can give head, she a bushwachker.
I make the tec yell right in your ear,
The only thing coming out DLD’s clip is a Nextel

:clank:

Nice but you know I gotta destroy you, don't take it personal. Last time you said goodbye. This time stick around and drop your skillz.

you say e got the fucking perfect package, what that mean?
A fucking package of what, cert's sugar free?
or fucking something closer to a lfesaver rolla?
Let me see... About fucking three inches, 1 in girth, what that for the bitches, what that worth?
Alright let me back up on the curses and start droppin ' the verses like you niggaz never
seen.

One, two, three DLD on the count
Penis Enlargement gets me paid a very large amount.
I got a Benz and push RANGE, now ain't that strange?
That's why I'm top dolla, damn E, you be small change.
Like GangStarr, "Don't take it personal" or even to heart
Your penis is just an illusion son, a very small part.
Back to the diss about 200 g's in members
have ya not heard about the shit in November?
I went over 100 EEEZE, startin livin' large wit them heady treez.
now 9 months later I'm wearin' fresh [words=https://officialhydromaxpump.com/?uid=6&oid=2&affid=98]gators[/words] no more fagazees
I take in niggaz like housin' projects
A million man march like I'm Malcom X
don't get confused please check the text
Nextel ain't my shit to Sprint I sign the checks
I know you feelin' washed up like funkmasterflex
But thats my way of keeping it in context (why not? check this)
Convex like the text that write the checks, I got the Y and X
I leave bitches wrecked with many cunt defects
Now they walk with a limp, like i'm the white boy lex.
Ha, Ha, check this
Anyone who trys to step to DLD
becomes a public enemy unable to see.
Things become dark when ya can't change your penis
it's a common manly bond we share between us
Until we found each other our shit was like undercover
like a brother unable to cover the very birth of us
the size we got from our Mother.
What about Dad? Will I turn out like my brother?
So many questions about this penis shame
Feelin' empty, like when 50 left the Game.
So E let's keep these rhymes alive
It's the very reason we survive.
With out each other we end up none.
There is only 3, the Ghost, the Father and the Son.
Take away us and things get strange
Never adding things will change.
We here forever , thats the reason things will always be.
And like DeLaSoul the Magic Number is 3.

DLD
 
Nigga I ride with the black on black
With the black glocks and the black gloves
Don’t get your teeth pushed back, feelin my cuz?
Like your toothpaste my aims for your mouth
shots from the 4/5, I’m leavin stains on the couch
red splattered paint right on your decor
yea I want your cake so I’m searching thru yo drawer
Sirens getting louder, leave the body on the floor
Getting even louder, so im headed thru the door
Sweaty hands, adrenaline, I’m racing up the steps
got bloody imprint hands nigga tatted on my sweats
looking down the flight I see moving silhouettes
Picking up my pace, there go my Newport cigarettes
As I reach the very top I hear the footsteps getting nearer
And the screaming of “police” is getting quite clearer
I pray to Jesus Christ my savior and healer
Lord I lived a good life even tho I was a dealer
At that very time I hear a noise up on the roof
I think my last memory, my niggas sittin in the booth
cuz right now its just me and Mr. Kevlar bulletproof
Envision the headlines, cops kill another spook
but I’m a crazy nigga so I know I’ll go berserk
I see 21 salutes, pigs buried in the dirt
At the thought of that I’m showing off a smirk
Here come the law enforcement, its time for me to merk


DLD you the nigga lyin on the apartment floor HAHA. Don't take it personal. HAHA Holla!
 
ithiel;276859 said:
Nigga I ride with the black on black
With the black glocks and the black gloves
Don’t get your teeth pushed back, feelin my cuz?
Like your toothpaste my aims for your mouth
shots from the 4/5, I’m leavin stains on the couch
red splattered paint right on your decor
yea I want your cake so I’m searching thru yo drawer
Sirens getting louder, leave the body on the floor
Getting even louder, so im headed thru the door
Sweaty hands, adrenaline, I’m racing up the steps
got bloody imprint hands nigga tatted on my sweats
looking down the flight I see moving silhouettes
Picking up my pace, there go my Newport cigarettes
As I reach the very top I hear the footsteps getting nearer
And the screaming of “police” is getting quite clearer
I pray to Jesus Christ my savior and healer
Lord I lived a good life even tho I was a dealer
At that very time I hear a noise up on the roof
I think my last memory, my niggas sittin in the booth
cuz right now its just me and Mr. Kevlar bulletproof
Envision the headlines, cops kill another spook
but I’m a crazy nigga so I know I’ll go berserk
I see 21 salutes, pigs buried in the dirt
At the thought of that I’m showing off a smirk
Here come the law enforcement, its time for me to merk


DLD you the nigga lyin on the apartment floor HAHA. Don't take it personal. HAHA Holla!


Come on E, you can do better, check this:

How can you kill me son, I already died?
I live forever dawg, even with suicide.
You can't take a life that God brought back
I got eternity weed in the Buddha sack.
Search my drawers all's you'll find is my steel
What you want in my pants anyway? to cop a feel?
Toothpaste is fine when you aim at my grill
but wear a triple fat goose cus my ice gives a chill
If your redoing my walls be sure to match the paint
It's deep, dark red it'll make a hemophobia faint
After painting my walls go take out the trash
I'll pay you minimum wage, you can take it in cash
Oh, while you on my roof clean out the gutters
When your done with that go and paint the shutters
Please use red, you remember the shade
Just make sure it's right or your ass wont get paid.
Did you really think you could battle my words?
When all day long I preach to the herds.
My word's are like silk and my style like fire
and just like JAY Z I will never retire

Peace
 
Bang Bang fool.
Chain gang.
Bubblegum brain dammed.
G string, panty thong!
BANG! BANG!
Whiplash, slapping ASS!
making cash, from body part
stacking 45s AKs BAZOOKAS.
Get my corn on a global scale
shooting fools down, looking for the next clown, who can take the crown,
Gold locks really dope how we ride, can't see us coming on your turf
until it's to late, 10 body on the side.
sparks, whole place set a light.
cruising in my hummer, all you see is dirt.
 
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Pandora;277105 said:
Bang Bang fool.
Chain gang.
Bubblegum brain dammed.
G string, panty thong!
BANG! BANG!
Whiplash, slapping ASS!
making cash, from body part
stacking 45s AKs BAZOOKAS.
Get my corn on a global scale
shooting fools down, looking for the next clown, who can take the crown,
Gold locks really dope how we rid, can't see us coming on your turf
until it's to late, 10 body on the side.
sparks, whole place set a light.
cruising in my hummer, all you see is dirt.

pandora a raps supposed to rhyme for the most part.
 
Dam your shit gets old, gonna take you and get you sold.
watch me take this and make it BOLD,Gonna get me LAID.
Take my dick and make you my slave
release it from it's cage
muscle looking scary mother fucker
spit at you leave you in the gutter
Butter my toast with BLOODY BUTTER!
 
Eat my oat meal with guts and liver.

smelly hoe's can't have none of this.
Gatling gun shoot many holes.
spooks.......
Pull the wrong verse will get you.......
 
Nigga ima let this shit drop on the streets
and let [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] niggas try replicate my meat
P.O's, ima ride anyway, get high any way
and let these VVS jewels blind yo eyes anyday
DLD you got a top on your 6s go head drop that
Just make your waves more easy to get popped at, nigga
When it come to rides, dawg I get fickle
and my niggas merk off the double nickel, the color of pickles
My weed so purple its as precious as gems
DLD i aint smokin your shit, full of seeds and stems
Where the weed at? Nigga , I'm the dopest philly cat
and I aint gotta make it clap cuz yo girl already bring it back

holla
 
ithiel;277135 said:
Nigga ima let this shit drop on the streets
and let [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/join-now.html]MOS[/words] niggas try replicate my meat
P.O's, ima ride anyway, get high any way
and let these VVS jewels blind yo eyes anyday
DLD you got a top on your 6s go head drop that
Just make your waves more easy to get popped at, nigga
When it come to rides, dawg I get fickle
and my niggas merk off the double nickel, the color of pickles
My weed so purple its as precious as gems
DLD i aint smokin your shit, full of seeds and stems
Where the weed at? Nigga , I'm the dopest philly cat
and I aint gotta make it clap cuz yo girl already bring it back

holla

Wicky Wicky Whack

You try to battle me, that shit is no damn good
I grew up on the streets my organism the hood
When white turn black we always live
after the death, the black, this shit we give
Who knows what the opposite of this may bring
A constant contradiction?, Life in Sing Sing?
The Heavens or the Hell? Who can tell
But if it comes time for darkness my soul I'll sell
Living forever like Christ, the divine eternity
8 plus 8 will still prove infinity
Where should we search for the trinity
In our worthless selves, our masculinity?
SHit gets strange when your all up in the range
trading your lies like the stock exchange.
Harder than flesh, but then softer than rock
I got this whole muther fucker on my clock
Sounds of this war, shell shock
A shot gun sound, disperse the flock
No more lies, no more games,
only death in the flames, this moment I frame.
What ya gonna do when doublelong come through?
Play the role of Hitlers hate, the innocent Jew?
I guess after this rhyme your time is due
I bet ya wish now ya man would come through
Now would you sell your soul for a crack rock?
Would you sell your soul for a ten inch cock?
Would you sell your soul when facin' my glock?
Would you sell your soul for eternity unlocked?
Are you locked in an everlasting dream
Even in real life it's the real shit that seam
to be stranger than fiction but lies just the same
Doin any deed to extend your fame.
SO sad to say but you already dead
you already lost your life, now's all in your head.
I wish you could here this rhyme on my beat
spooky coincidences, I watch your soul deplete
 
doublelongdaddy;277562 said:
Wicky Wicky Whack

You try to battle me, that shit is no damn good
I grew up on the streets my organism the hood
When white turn black we always live
after the death, the black, this shit we give
Who knows what the opposite of this may bring
A constant contradiction? Life in Sing Sing?
The Heavens or the Hell? Who can tell
But if it comes time for darkness my soul I'll sell
Living forever like Christ, the divine eternity
8 plus 8 will still prove infinity
Where should we search for the trinity
In our worthless selves, our masculinity?
SHit gets strange when your all up in the range
trading your lies like the stock exchange.
Harder than flesh, but then softer than rock
I got this whole muther fucker on my clock
Sounds of this war, shell shock
A shot gun sound, disperse the flock
No more lies, no more games,
only death in the flames, this moment I frame.
What ya gonna do when doublelong come through?
Play the role of Hitlers hate, the innocent Jew?
I guess after this rhyme your time is due
I bet ya wish now ya man would come through
Now would you sell your soul for a crack rock?
Would you sell your soul for a ten inch cock?
Would you sell your soul when facin' my glock?
Would you sell your soul for eternity unlocked?
Are you locked in an everlasting dream
Even in real life it's the real shit that seam
to be stranger than fiction but lies just the same
Doin any deed to extend your fame.
SO sad to say but you already dead
you already lost your life, now's all in your head.
I wish you could here this rhyme on my beat
spooky coincidences, I watch your soul deplete

That shit was ill! Like KRS: I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied, I'm number one, two, three, four and five.

What?
 
I'm so Gangster pussy chicks don't want to fuck with me
I'm so gutter ghetto girls fall in love with me:)

Where that from? Let's see what's up. Come on...

Your now tuned into a man of fame
DLD the lord, volume 2, it's all the same
This shit I type freestyle, no pauses, on beat
Niggaz swear I'm rehearsin' these lines to cheat.
My style so damn original it hard to believe
Like a nigga on death-row being given reprieve
It just don't happen, a genius like me
WIth the words of a god, yes volume 3
I'm 10 steps ahead of you, your 9 steps back
I'm a hackie literary, your literally a hack
In fact, you lack the skills, to run with the pack
Like a fien on rock yayo, a parasite on crack
Now keep your ears open for my word "attack"
Keep your boyz open they best push back
I'm the grey of all things, the white and the black,
YIN YANG they call me "stucky love:), the platinum black"
My words put psychiatrist on generic prozac
Not tryin' to diss ya cuz, but your shit is straight up wack
You aint Cris Cross, you ain't the mack
you aint got money
you fell off the beaten track


don't get offended black just accept your big losses
Stop tryin we already know who the boss is!
Let me get physical on this gangster tip
You like Chris Reeves, Superman on a permanent crip
One after the other one, this web I strung
words hooked together like a slip of the tongue
Ain't it strange when things get dark
Put you in you in a higher place when you feel the spark
I'm very necessary, to read the hidden scrolls
the white between the lines the black lines of coals
the things ya come to learn from the master D
make a 5 time hood murderer tryin' to cop a plea
It reaches every nation land to land, sea to sea
It quite a a big responsibility being me
I always feel proud when you try to battle me
You so cute with your gangster ways, I'll call you Easy E
Not easy like a chicken head ho, Cheezy like your rhymes
cause they always off tempo, they always off time
I never wanted to have to diss
but ya stepped up son, this shit gets me pissed

Why would you wanna eva step to me?
Do ya think I'm your equal, your adversary?
It it moved you up to the top of my list
You got a C minus so long....School dismissed.
 
Da-Da-Da-Damn DLD, you be servin' without a doubt
School is open boyz and lessons given for the up and comin'

Love your style of writing just wish we could hear 'em with a beat.
 
Threak-X;277581 said:
Da-Da-Da-Damn DLD, you be servin' without a doubt
School is open boyz and lessons given for the up and comin'

Love your style of writing just wish we could hear 'em with a beat.

I'm servin' but no one's returnin'

I guess thats what happens when I drop a jewel it's hard for guys to come back and drop shit. :)
 
Driving bitches insane.
Putting people through pain.
I never asked for this.
My rhytHydromaxs so lame it's not gonna reach a catchphrase.
Two prime to be caught up, I gotta take this line.
Show you how I was brought up.
Fighting my way up, you bet your ass I was gonna blow this shit up.
Hit you with a one two Ali Ali float like a butterfly sting like a bee
their ain't no counting to 3, it's an emergency.
I can't believe you was even let into the ring with me.
I should hit you with this mic, but I guess that is to polite.
So I'm gonna give it to you and tie it in a bow, and see if you don't stutter on the next rap, cause face it their is still only one 2pac.
 
Pandora;277688 said:
Driving bitches insane.
Putting people through pain.
I never asked for this.
My rhytHydromaxs so lame it's not gonna reach a catchphrase.
Two prime to be caught up, I gotta take this line.
Show you how I was brought up.
Fighting my way up, you bet your ass I was gonna blow this shit up.
Hit you with a one two Ali Ali float like a butterfly sting like a bee
their ain't no counting to 3, it's an emergency.
I can't believe you was even let into the ring with me.
I should hit you with this mic, but I guess that is to polite.
So I'm gonna give it to you and tie it in a bow, and see if you don't stutter on the next rap, cause face it their is still only one 2pac.

Nice:)
 
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