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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:15 pm
miroku902 To tha otha hoeAyo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice Runners love to pump the bomb They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms You god, minus the 12 disciples I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do and everybody gon' follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It ******** me up, like they aint got no money to get buried You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, ******** In my block still doin twenty-five a day Know you work out, chest and your back all nice But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? This kid thinks hes nice but to tell the truth he just a beginner you know what happen when you mess with a winner you try to be like mike molesten kids and such my ryhmes is like a spike yours like the balloons its soft,weak and be poped easil ya hood worship me like i was a god because i attract la crowd like lightning attracts to a rod you say you gonna kill you can try then i have ya mother askin son what happend to ya eyes whats wrong ya cryin now ya should have thought about that before challanged me cause i see ya running for the door when we roll up ya block our bullents penatrait like windows when hit wita rock
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:25 pm
miroku902 To tha otha hoeAyo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice Runners love to pump the bomb They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms You god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do and everybody gon' follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It ******** me up, like they aint got no money to get buried You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, ******** In my block still doin twenty-five a day Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? This one is your best one so far, but it only has a few good lines. The rest of it hardly rhymes, and is full of profanity trash with bad transitions. The italics are the slurrs I like in there.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:27 pm
Ace is gettin' a lot better too.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:27 pm
jashu555 miroku902 To tha otha hoeAyo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice Runners love to pump the bomb They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms You god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do and everybody gon' follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It ******** me up, like they aint got no money to get buried You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, ******** In my block still doin twenty-five a day Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? This one is your best one so far, but it only has a few good lines. The rest of it hardly rhymes, and is full of profanity trash with bad transitions. The italics are the slurrs I like in there. what about mine EDIT nevermind i see
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:28 pm
jashu555 Ace is gettin' a lot better too. I said this. Your a lot better than when your first posted, I like a lot more of you rhymes, and you cleared up the hedges that needed to be trimmed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:30 pm
jashu555 jashu555 Ace is gettin' a lot better too. I said this. Your a lot better than when your first posted, I like a lot more of you rhymes, and you cleared up the hedges that needed to be trimmed. thanx i learn from your rhymes
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:54 pm
jashu555 miroku902 Yo You b***h a** hoe you not from the West side You reside in the Chi, where all the bitches get punched in the eye "hmm " By the East ***** i stab with a shank *****;s will call me left eye You dont have no place to judge or be a priest you probably ******** the dialy lamma bbbbbb be cool before im come to the Chi and swell yo lip up like sea food, or every body on Gaia gonna see yo b***h a** on the news im tha boy in blue im just speakin the truth, I got all the hoes in the Chi in they birthday shuite's and none of them wit you.... I right it like this i cant put it in your way Can't spell write, right, but I guess two wrongs ain't gonna make it alright, When you see better rhymes on Doctor Suess it's a sad sight, I leave your a** tremblin' with fright, Tossin' n' Turnin' all night, Don't know anything about Midwest n' pickin' a fight, Tryin' to get on the big kids ride, ain't even regulation height, I got Philly chokin' in my grasp tight, Babies in the lime light, Real might, is what I lay on you emcees in the East, If disses were food, you'd be eatin' a feast, Care the least, to swear every second, I'd rather show you real rhymes comin' from a legend, So don't pretend, you can comprehend, whether the game gives or lends, Send, repends, for your lonely weekends, Because I hit hard and make sure I leave dents, I play with words, turn cent to sense, Don' hide from the genocide, So take the mic home and come back when you can actuall rhyme. Let's get it poppin my ***** Load the tech up and go shoppin my ***** and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store You know what the ******** I want, bricks of raw and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there If it means grabbin your kids out daycare Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed It's Peek a boo, I aint got no heart I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark I put 28 holes through the icy car <******** around, like the God won't squeeze If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's p-h-i-l ********, the l-y ******** The reason why you shouldn't cop drops ******** Like it's something for me to shoot your pops ********
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 4:34 pm
miroku902 jashu555 miroku902 Yo You b***h a** hoe you not from the West side You reside in the Chi, where all the bitches get punched in the eye "hmm " By the East ***** i stab with a shank *****;s will call me left eye You dont have no place to judge or be a priest you probably ******** the dialy lamma bbbbbb be cool before im come to the Chi and swell yo lip up like sea food, or every body on Gaia gonna see yo b***h a** on the news im tha boy in blue im just speakin the truth, I got all the hoes in the Chi in they birthday shuite's and none of them wit you.... I right it like this i cant put it in your way Can't spell write, right, but I guess two wrongs ain't gonna make it alright, When you see better rhymes on Doctor Suess it's a sad sight, I leave your a** tremblin' with fright, Tossin' n' Turnin' all night, Don't know anything about Midwest n' pickin' a fight, Tryin' to get on the big kids ride, ain't even regulation height, I got Philly chokin' in my grasp tight, Babies in the lime light, Real might, is what I lay on you emcees in the East, If disses were food, you'd be eatin' a feast, Care the least, to swear every second, I'd rather show you real rhymes comin' from a legend, So don't pretend, you can comprehend, whether the game gives or lends, Send, repends, for your lonely weekends, Because I hit hard and make sure I leave dents, I play with words, turn cent to sense, Don' hide from the genocide, So take the mic home and come back when you can actuall rhyme. Let's get it poppin my ***** Load the tech up and go shoppin my ***** and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store You know what the ******** I want, bricks of raw and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there If it means grabbin your kids out daycare Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed It's Peek a boo, I aint got no heart I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark I put 28 holes through the icy car <******** around, like the God won't squeeze If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's p-h-i-l ********, the l-y ******** The reason why you shouldn't cop drops ******** Like it's something for me to shoot your pops ******** class="clear"> Call me a ********, I ain't offended at all, Remember to tell your mother I'm sorry I didn't call. Yall don't know half the s**t you spittin', I'll take you *****'s out and get to splittin', From the beginnin', You knew I was winnin', I hope I ain't sinnin, when I run your neck with a knife, Then pop shots on the rail gun and smoke out ya block fo life, Stop and write, choke and type, Cuz you a joke of hype, Wake up, breathin' out a pipe, that is if ya lucky, But god ain't got the back of the musty, I load fresh clips, while you reloadin' the rusty, Brush off your flows, their dusty, Because I'm Shark of this ocean, so get out guppy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 12:08 pm
miroku902 jashu555 miroku902 Yo You b***h a** hoe you not from the West side You reside in the Chi, where all the bitches get punched in the eye "hmm " By the East ***** i stab with a shank *****;s will call me left eye You dont have no place to judge or be a priest you probably ******** the dialy lamma bbbbbb be cool before im come to the Chi and swell yo lip up like sea food, or every body on Gaia gonna see yo b***h a** on the news im tha boy in blue im just speakin the truth, I got all the hoes in the Chi in they birthday shuite's and none of them wit you.... I right it like this i cant put it in your way Can't spell write, right, but I guess two wrongs ain't gonna make it alright, When you see better rhymes on Doctor Suess it's a sad sight, I leave your a** tremblin' with fright, Tossin' n' Turnin' all night, Don't know anything about Midwest n' pickin' a fight, Tryin' to get on the big kids ride, ain't even regulation height, I got Philly chokin' in my grasp tight, Babies in the lime light, Real might, is what I lay on you emcees in the East, If disses were food, you'd be eatin' a feast, Care the least, to swear every second, I'd rather show you real rhymes comin' from a legend, So don't pretend, you can comprehend, whether the game gives or lends, Send, repends, for your lonely weekends, Because I hit hard and make sure I leave dents, I play with words, turn cent to sense, Don' hide from the genocide, So take the mic home and come back when you can actuall rhyme. Let's get it poppin my ***** Load the tech up and go shoppin my ***** and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store You know what the ******** I want, bricks of raw and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there If it means grabbin your kids out daycare Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed It's Peek a boo, I aint got no heart I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark I put 28 holes through the icy car <******** around, like the God won't squeeze If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's p-h-i-l ********, the l-y ******** The reason why you shouldn't cop drops ******** Like it's something for me to shoot your pops ******** class="clear"> This guy thinks he nice but i heard better rhymes from a grain of rice boy you need jeasus christ Cause i struck back you and yo block is wack see them runing everywhere when we come wit the heat strap you say mother ******** like you own the word you cant even scare a couple of birds You talk about the west come on you act like the east wont run home so think about what you sa when you talk about the west side we steal the rims of ya ride yall dont even make a stride all yall do is make come-backs with a lie
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:14 pm
miroku902 EAST SIDEAy yo, I smoke like a chiminey Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies Spit with the finishing touch, get this that Ima finish you before I finish the dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange I get a rush off the blood on the walls You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor I get high cause ******** it, what's better to do And Ima never give a ********, cause I'm better den you West Side Love I thought I was done here cause I Got it Popular but here come this guy again...Claiming East Side Forword By Drago You get no love in Drago's Lair
The East are a bunch of fags that's fair
You say you smoke like Marley...I say you suck like Jim Jones
Now That I got this started I am not going to leave nothing but bones
I am a cannibal on the mike and I going to eat you like bread
I am going to make you cry make you die when I am down so you should've fleed
When You had the chance because now that I am hitting it
I am not going to start beating you like I am Ike
and You is Tina you little dike
Oh please sir please get it right the east rappers all were thongs
Because there rapping style is not better than dong
Now I am going to stop and vanish because I am Chillen Like A villian
Westside Till I die Mutha Fudger
You Have been Grilled and Eaten By Drago but you may call me your Lord
Because I am going to run you over with my Ford
Stab you and kill you like they did Ceaser
Because You a traitor to the rap game like Brutus and Judas you rap for leisure
I don't this thing for fun son I do this thing for my food
Maybe you can pick up a thing or two or are you Ballen
But to me you and the East ain't doin nothin but fallen
New York ain't been back since New York came back to Flava Flav
Come on Sir I wear and tear fools like its April
So don't make me go Feral
I don't want to sound mad though I feel Happy
But I am going to take a squat on you and make you feel crappy
You Slut I am not done yet so don't jet and take a seat
Because You and your fleet of losers don't stand a chance so you betta cheat
Cause When I am done chewing you out
You going to realize that your ryhmes were just ordinary pouts.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:14 pm
Jsut So you know I don't even have to cuss to beat you down
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 7:47 am
Drago_the_Blackrose miroku902 EAST SIDEAy yo, I smoke like a chiminey Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies Spit with the finishing touch, get this that Ima finish you before I finish the dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange I get a rush off the blood on the walls You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor I get high cause ******** it, what's better to do And Ima never give a ********, cause I'm better den you West Side Love I thought I was done here cause I Got it Popular but here come this guy again...Claiming East Side Forword By Drago You get no love in Drago's Lair
The East are a bunch of fags that's fair
You say you smoke like Marley...I say you suck like Jim Jones
Now That I got this started I am not going to leave nothing but bones
I am a cannibal on the mike and I going to eat you like bread
I am going to make you cry make you die when I am down so you should've fleed
When You had the chance because now that I am hitting it
I am not going to start beating you like I am Ike
and You is Tina you little dike
Oh please sir please get it right the east rappers all were thongs
Because there rapping style is not better than dong
Now I am going to stop and vanish because I am Chillen Like A villian
Westside Till I die Mutha Fudger
You Have been Grilled and Eaten By Drago but you may call me your Lord
Because I am going to run you over with my Ford
Stab you and kill you like they did Ceaser
Because You a traitor to the rap game like Brutus and Judas you rap for leisure
I don't this thing for fun son I do this thing for my food
Maybe you can pick up a thing or two or are you Ballen
But to me you and the East ain't doin nothin but fallen
New York ain't been back since New York came back to Flava Flav
Come on Sir I wear and tear fools like its April
So don't make me go Feral
I don't want to sound mad though I feel Happy
But I am going to take a squat on you and make you feel crappy
You Slut I am not done yet so don't jet and take a seat
Because You and your fleet of losers don't stand a chance so you betta cheat
Cause When I am done chewing you out
You going to realize that your ryhmes were just ordinary pouts.wow dragos good 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 12:34 am
Ay, yo why we actin like barbarians we need to lose the beef like vegetarians, We both in the same way brothers in the same struggle we need to come together in the coast to coast " hudle " ive been waitin to buble.. I know one day we can all come togetha even if its the worst weatha i cant see why we cant just break bread and lookin at hip-hop as its dead. These the rhymes strait from my soul,But im actin grown if you was starnded in the rain i let you in my home its like things happen for a reason, we can beef and then one of us can stop breathin, but what price is paid blood instead of love fo both i hear by give an oath that if i needed to we both go broke. Omfg.... Idk if it even rhymes im like tired as hell but i was listening to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDGX1T7dy18
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 1:53 pm
Coast to Coast we bringin' the resusitation,
Bringin' hip hop and rap back to rock the nation,
Music explodin' in every station, we be raising the bar,
If hip hop died, I'm certified for the CPR,
Thicker than tar, my flow be floodin' the jam jar,
Look here and far, but you ain't gona find anotha' star,
Like a diamond in the sky, but no lie, those ARE diamonds so fly,
Don't step on our charts, or we'll watch you fry,
Like eggs n' bacon, Don't be mistaken, we packin' the heat,
Burning nova flares off the beat, repeat the transaction,
Here's your receit for your lyrical satisfaction.
Callin' for extraction, straight out the slums,
Blastin' more powder off than your guns,
Number ones, your rockin' with the elites of the streets,
Eatin' feasts while I'm feedin' you dog treats,
Get out all your cheats, but their ain't no god mode in life,
One finger on the trigger, shots go off twice,
Bang bang, bodies drop to the floor,
Our rep's as raw as the blood pour,
Usin' population deaths as our sports scores,
Welcomin' the MVP of the rhyme cores.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:35 pm
Sticken to the basics like a g
There's many other people who can rap like me
See my originality it hard to tap
So let me be and gimme some dap
Tap the table and give me a beat
Stay right there and take that seat
Heat from these rhymes will soon arrise
Takes some time so please don't advertise
Eyes looking left to right
Maybe me believe it's all in spite
Might leave or I might just stay for now
How are my rhymes are they good for now
Towel please sir I think I'm sweatin bullets
This lazy girl thought it was nothing to it
Bit of rhyming here and there
A few smirks and an eager stare
There I'm finish and now I'm off
To do something that's not quite so tough.
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