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 Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 9:27 am
Yes Due to Beeef with the East and West I have decided to Make a free Style Thread. Now this is how it run. All rhymes will have to be Your own. No boring like your man Cam'ron and Jay Z. We are Writers and not bitters. So It will be a One on one contest. People will be allowed to vote and each person gets one post conseting of 14 lines it will be sonnet length in regular size font.
"West Side Till I Die."
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:59 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:03 pm
I guess I can make up a little somethin
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:41 pm
so will the freestyling begin or what
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:29 pm
I need some free time in class I won't do it at home
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 8:04 am
West side. That's your topic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:01 pm
alright I'll take this west side challenge lol NOTE: I am white so cut me some slack lol
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Alright now here it come Hurdy13 on the mic and it's fina done, I live in tha east, dont worry on bit about the west, cause when it comes to rap, we are the best. Not to mention it originated in brooklyn, and that where all us thugs be crookin, when ever we spit we leave ya shook'n. We always posted up on the corners, we practically live there, we G's for life you can tell by dress wear, racial people think cause I'm white I can''t rap but when I throw it done it is deffinetly a wrap up, just tore ya crew go pick they scraps up....
And CUT how was that? all off the top of my head by the way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:09 pm
hurdy13 alright I'll take this west side challenge lol NOTE: I am white so cut me some slack lol uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Alright now here it come Hurdy13 on the mic and it's fina done, I live in tha east, dont worry on bit about the west, cause when it comes to rap, we are the best. Not to mention it originated in brooklyn, and that where all us thugs be crookin, when ever we spit we leave ya shook'n. We always posted up on the corners, we practically live there, we G's for life you can tell by dress wear, racial people think cause I'm white I can''t rap but when I throw it done it is deffinetly a wrap up, just tore ya crew go pick they scraps up.... And CUT how was that? all off the top of my head by the way. im on east tooo nj baby yeah thats what it sounds like wrn i try to rap, except worse
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:21 pm
oh... It has to be 14 lines? can mine be shorter Drago?
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:32 pm
You feel that? A storm be brewin', startin to spin,
That's because Young Hurricane be steppin' in,
All I gotta say is let the punishment begin,
I hear some punk on the east tryin' to start trashin',
But I'm I blow over the show, and send his a** packin',
Your rap is lackin', so is your girl I'm mackin',
Straight up attackin', while I'm rolling on 24's,
You know how we roll in the west, suicide doors,
We take the mic, and got the East's draws droppin' to the floor,
Who they got in the east, no one, so I ain't cuttin' no slack,
Don't mess with the thugs of the west, or your be feelin' a knife in ya back.
With a name like Hurdy, you must be loaded on crack,
Your old and played out, just like ya rap,
Just cuz you rhymed a few words, You think you got skillz?,
well sit back, because I'm coachin' some drillz,
you gotta spit the rhyme and spill the verse,
and the way I lay it down you think I mighta rehearse,
but nah, I'm freestylin' to get the crowd whilin',
Up n' jumpin' with the music pumpin',
Cuz when I flow, I take ova the show,
I make em' all want mo', I keep it D' lo,
Now watch out, I'm gonna rockshot the block,
Sendin' rhymes non stop,
no stoppin' the hip hop,
I'm spittiin' words so fast, got you blinded ina twistas,
Not to mention my ice, so damn cold, gives ya blistas,
Don't take it hard, I gave you what you deserved,
and heres a menu, because your a** just got served.
WOoooOOOh.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:39 pm
jashu555 You feel that? A storm be brewin', startin to spin, That's because Young Hurricane be steppin' in, All I gotta say is let the punishment begin, I hear some punk on the east tryin' to start trashin', But I'm I blow over the show, and send his a** packin', Your rap is lackin', so is your girl I'm mackin', Straight up attackin', while I'm rolling on 24's, You know how we roll in the west, suicide doors, We take the mic, and got the East's draws droppin' to the floor, Who they got in the east, no one, so I ain't cuttin' no slack, Don't mess with the thugs of the west, or your be feelin' a knife in ya back. With a name like Hurdy, you must be loaded on crack, Your old and played out, just like ya rap, Just cuz you rhymed a few words, You think you got skillz?, well sit back, because I'm coachin' some drillz, you gotta spit the rhyme and spill the verse, and the way I lay it down you think I mighta rehearse, but nah, I'm freestylin' to get the crowd whilin', Up n' jumpin' with the music pumpin', Cuz when I flow, I take ova the show, I make em' all want mo', I keep it D' lo, Now watch out, I'm gonna rockshot the block, Sendin' rhymes non stop, no stoppin' the hip hop, I'm spittiin' words so fast, got you blinded ina twistas, Not to mention my ice, so damn cold, gives ya blistas, Don't take it hard, I gave you what you deserved, and heres a menu, because your a** just got served. WOoooOOOh. u black?
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:53 pm
well this mostly depends i like hiphop
I will have my eyes focused plant my feet on the ground
I will run through the middle and lay them all down
I'm the carrier of the torch to make my path I will burn
The world Yea they gotta learn
Sometimes it seems all wrong, I won't stop till it's all gone
As I leap for the long bomb
You know me, number
Blast through life, running back but in slow mo
I'm a veteran prize to the better man
Just like the medal lands ran like I never ran
In this game of life, we gon' play ball
Us against them we gon lay them all
Yea Cause i'm Back
Yea Cause mad
Yea i"m Strap'd
But you can find me on the west coast
Sense i own them streets
But you even run them streets
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:10 pm
Another one? Damn, you gotta be jokin',
One guy strings some words together, and everyones stokin,
you call that spellin', boy what you smokin',
I can't understand a word comin out yo mouth,
Soundin' like Mike Jones when he needs to get his grill out,
Tricked out, flipped out, Listen to the crowd shout,
I think your in the wrong, place, this threads for big boys,
Big boys with big toys, spendin' that cash on life joys, make some noise,
Up in the Chi, we keep the game hustlin, no matter where we go,
My words are smooth as silk, evenin' out my flow,
All you rappers that want a peice of this, come an get some,
Because ever since I took the mic, I'll tell you Kingdom already come,
I'm a big timer, no worries on this 1 on 1,
Clear the carpet, fresh for my sweet stardom,
Start em', I'm suprised you haven't asked for a pardon,
Because you ain't an MC, so whip this in your platter,
I'm gonna take your dreams, and watch every peice shatter,
Cuz I've heard better rhymes written on a Laffy Taffy wrapper.
You heard it, straight from the Elites,
This ain't a playground, get outta my streets.
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