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me or jashu question

I was talking about JAshu, he is a tough a** rapper

ok i have something-not sure if it good as ur- and it relates to you in no way
so i am not gonna post it so u win

Finally, someone who can put down rhymes worth respectin',
But they ain't as fly as mine, my rap is soarin' in heaven,
Say I don't know the knife, damn, I invented it son,
Nothing wrong with 2nd place, but it ain't numba one,
Wait til' you see what I'm packin', I got the vice on the run,
Pick up the classic glock, don't play with your lil' toy cap gun,

You may not heard bout' me, but you'll remember the name,
I blew in and swept up this competition, cuz I'm young hurricane,
You own this guild, but heck I own the streets,
Chi-town fine, 3rd coast, their all rockin' to my beat,
Repeat, cuz' my words are blazing too fast,
Race me in my whip, and I'll leave ya a** gassed,
Meet me in the parking lot, my ride's tricked out,
I redefine Draped up n' Dripped out,
know what I'm talkin' bout?,

Fresh, like Bun B, I rep the big T, I leave the game cooked and crispy,
You old and played out just like ya rap and ya rhyme,
The new generation is in and we're ready to serve, so get back in line,
I got so much money in my bank now, damn it's bout to overflow,
I don't just make it rain, I make thunder, hail and snow,
Damn, you ever even been to Chi-town?,
Come talking' up in here, they'll leave ya a** on the ground,
Take ya wallet, belt, shoes, glock and watch,
Sellin' back to our hustlers who are the top knotch,

Fall down once, get up twice,
That's how you live life by the knife,
You can't even keep up with the rhythm,
Thats what puts you outta my division,
You is a holy one, tryin' not curse,
But that was weak, take the mic home and rehearse,
You gotta have sting in a battle, like I throw down every verse,
I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Don't hit me with your manpurse.

(Eh, don't hate me Drago. It's a battle. Do it for the rhyme book.)

((Oooh Snap, he strikes back? Your goin' down Drago biggrin !))

Can't bring out a full line, why you studderin',
Why don't you get that dong out ya mouth so I can hear what ya utterin',
They call me Hurricane because I leave the ladies wet before I drift in,
I reinvent and redifine what is known as real pimpin',
I climbed out, straight from simple livin',
Now I'm rockin' parties better than the hampton be givin',
Your machette is dulled down, like your flow on a good day,
You forget to rhyme verses, getting soft like wet clay,
I ain't goin' to throw a fit, you's my bro from the west,
Them homies from the East is who I came to best,
You seem to like the word split, it's the only think you spit,
Well I'm a turn this spliggity-split, into spliggity-s**t,
Damn, you even know where the Midwest at?
Drive up here, you ain't gettin' your car back,
Tell me, you hear three niggas shot with no one around,
When they scream for their mothers, does it make sound?
I'm taken Mr. G.I. -- Joe the hoe to the ground,
Cuz you all know that I'm the hottest around,
I clean out dawgs like you, straight to the pound,

I stunt the streets, ridin' wit' my hat low,
Don't need to see, I knock the contenders with Kilo,
Reload, I'm one man army,
Send em' all down, not one will scar me,
I'm a spread my rap aflame, like wildfire,
This games already over, so you might as well retire,
I set it off like a blaze spin, this is what you call spitfire,
I can go on all day, my rain of tricks never has a drought
Gimme the twist-tie, I'm takin' the garbage out,

Don't spit lies bout' my mom, when I'm pickin' yours off my corner,
Collectin' the cash she made, makin' sure it's all in order,
My rhymes are so dangerous, they got G's runnin' over the border,
If you were countin' my cash you could call me a horder,
Best duck now, cuz here comes the punch,
I eat chumps like you for Breakfast, Dinner and Lunch,
Watch my footing, and maybe you could be like me,
Because I've got more hooks than Muhammad Ali.

((I'm not bad am I? I really don't have too much experience rappin', but freestylin' here is workin' out well for me. Where you learn your rap style from? It's different than what I've heard from the Chi- Rhythm I'm used to.))

Some of my new rhymes that I've had success with in the Cypher Flow thread in the Music forums under the rap subtopic.

Call it 'inuendo' when I think it's spelled with double n's,
Young Hurricane's enterin' the game, so you know the flow never ends,
Rockin' with more green than the bank eva' lends,
Makin' amends, for the faults bein' made,
Match the shadow's invisible darkening fade,
got rhymes that make the game stop and facade,
My words are crazy, off on their own escapade,
Can't follow em', go ahead and call em' renegade,
Got you addicted on stuff sweetah then lemonade,
My rhymes split the stage even further than the Great Schism,
I turn to the Dj, and tell em' to set me up with the real rhythm,
Just sit back and listen, on how I burn the competition,
I get rid of the emcees so fast they call it long division,
Fulfillin' the vision, splittin' the others like nuclear fission,
Comin' up the charts wasn't a dream, it was a decision,
I got the hip hop title strangled in submission,
If I want to be the rap god, I hear them whisperin' blasphemy,
But secretly they got my rhymebook loaded on their rhapsody,
My verses are so complex they get into your own anatomy,
Got your brain, heart and liver locked in captivity,
I got the elements flowin' for me, so don't run into a catastrophe.

Leave em' with pyro symptoms, I spit the brimstone,
If you can't take the heat, pack up and go home,
My rhymes are like jet lag, knockin' you outta ya timezone,
Got ya head spinnin' in my vortex by puncturin the ozone,
Count the grains of sand in the hourglass, time's run out,
I filter out the emcees like the weed wacker cuts the sprout,
I'm gonna make it my job to rain on this lyrical drought,
Every word sings, n'stings, like my detective work punches holes in ya rhyme schemes,
Got ya hooked to the rap game like nicotine,
Startin' a new regime, by addin' the political cream,
Don't make me get mean, I'll run the government like a machine,
They all blowin' off hot steam, while I got lava flowin', burnin' the green,
Make them all figure they were on the wrong team,
This is the Writer's Renaissance man, and my words are paintin' the Sistine.

Makin' strength faulter, when I suprise the game unseen,
Yeah, I got the ebb n' flow, while some people are paddlin' upstream,
I bring all 7 heavens n' hells hear n' back so fast you think was a dream,
Some people are forgettin' this place ain't for battlin',
But I'ma let the bullets flow faster than the gattlin',
Make you drop the family jewels that your handlin',
My rhyme arsenal is bigger than Batman's Utility,
Tryin' to come and rap against me will end in futility,
I'll wipe the smirk off your face and leave ya with a sense of humility,
Make you sweat so much, you change the weather's humidity,
Condensate, appreciate what the weather gives then take,
Young Hurricane already brewin', let the rhyme winds emancipate,
Proximate, how long it takes your skin deteriorate,
In my rap disease we emcees let outbreak,

Once again, people keep on tryin' me, they need to listen,
This ain't a place to try your sad attempts at dissin',
You think those are big words, on the contrary,
I'll disjoin ya head with a thesaurus and a dictionary,
I'll obliterate your rap, giving acquittal to your itinerary.
You call that grillin'? You cookin' with an Easy Bake Oven,
If thats the case let me start some propane lovin',
Call yourself uncurable, from retardation maybe,
When you gonna apprehend that your lyrics don't even phase me,
Here's your pacifier and bottle, cause' I rocked your cradle like baby,

They got 50 cents in their pockets, while I roll with cash stacks,
I swipe the green, don't look for your cash back,
Flippin' cards, I lay the Queen back on da Jack,
While you playin' solitaire back in ya knapsack,
I got the heat packed, while I make up for the rhymes you lacked,
The English language is just another girl I macked,
I'm ruled by the knife edge, while you barely on da thumb tack,
Rollin' rhymes like bottles on the rum rack,
Real wack, is what they try to be dishin',
When they compete with me, I'm way outta their division,
They woulda learned somethin' if they just sat back n' listen,
My words set off shockwaves givin' damage to your system,

In ya bloodstream, we got you rushin' like adrenaline,
Got you hyped up on stuff, knock you out like Ridalin,
Back up, or you'll get burned on the stuff we're kindlin',
Their words are garbage, so I'm askin', "Why ya litterin'?"
Give ya a stigmatisms, by the rhymes of one artist's visions,
Listen, stick to the rhythm,I can't help it if I left ya jitterin',
Chitterin', thats all I hear from your mouth like canary,
So scary, I make nightmares come reap the ones unwary,
I manufacture the fears, call it the undead proprietary,
Sippin' red blood like cherry, lettin' the monsters outta their old tomes,
N' my rhymes are the ones breakin' the tombstones,


Everytime theres a space, it's a new flow.

Well, neither did I really until I posted here. But yeah, you've got something startin' up. Better than a lot of people who just started.

Ex]
Droppin' emcees like flies, this biz is pathetic,
I make them hit the floor so hard they calliin' the paramedic,
Magnetic, I stick to the rap game like a leech,

See where I did the transition in italics? You drop the something that rhymes with the previous at the beginning before flippin' to a new flow.

Havin' a big vocab is good too so you can rhyme with practically anything. Because rap with just a bunch of swear woods and words that you find in kid's books is garbage. :]