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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:21 pm
Walkin on the street goin to my job
I see a lot of s**t, like bitches smokin pot
hoes sellin themselves for a needed buck
tons of horney men just tryin to be ******** these people tryin to get some satisfaction in their lives
they're just ******** morons always waitin in some line
waitin for a chance to fufill their complete desires
right up to the day when they'll finally expire
waitin like everyone else thinkin they'll get ahead
when in reality they'll probably just end up shot and dead
they all fools, thinkin they know real hard life
the truth is they're blinded by a selfish burnin light
only for themsleves do they give the slightest s**t
and that's the reason why this world ain't ******** worth it
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alright, that's the first rap I ever did, I never rapped for anyone before, even though all my friends do
I hope it was halfway decent
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 3:27 pm
((Not bad))
Stryker is like herpes. Appearing and vanishing without warning.
But I'll always return, cuz I always got the yearning
To shine bright. Being greedy with the spotlight.
And if somebody tries to take it, there's gonna be a fight.
You see, I got high ambitions. My presence causes commotion.
Cuz I got talent going deeper than the ocean.
Take my crown? *****, I think not.
I'm the undisputed champ, I think you must've forgot.
The ghetto knight, armed with the black fist.
Still crossing out names of the foes on my hit list.
Rhyming with simplicity, but I can take it higher.
And when I go higher, I'll make the rest of ya'll retire.
The Stryker's back on the attack, so don't make me react.
I'll snap and grab the click-clack, make your life retract.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 6:49 pm
((your last too lines were ******** sick, nice job))
I got nivea and st ives, tons of s**t to help me out
the truth is I don't need it, but I carry it all about
it weighs me down all day long, even in the grocery store
but when I'm there without a doubt I'll end up buyin more
it costs fifty bucks? well then is must be good
hell I'll buy anything if it puts my guy in the mood
A walkin pefume store, s**t, I got every brand
I probably don't need it, but refusing? I just can't
these companies make money off my hard earned bucks
only after the moneys gone though, do I give a ******** was bored, think nothing of this crap I wrote
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:19 pm
((Thanks. Lol. Had to take it up, just like I said in it. razz ))
I'm breaking in, like an angry OJ Simpson.
Rampaging, and 'bout to end it with a Smith & Wesson.
Standing out like a star, cuz my rhymes glisten.
Got cowards Harlem Shakin' in their Tims, every time they listen.
And why? The dynamic kid is back.
Yes yes, Stryker hits suddenly like a pound of crack.
But you can't smoke me; can't even hope to touch me.
Claiming to be hard, but they come from streets like Sesame.
They got a cookie crackhead, a grouch, and bustas countin' to three.
And when I invade, their shouting turns to mumbling like Fifty.
Aint no G's in their unit, but I'm a one-man army that's pimpin' yo block.
I'm like the Predator in this b***h. Vicious with a glock ready to c**k.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 8:38 pm
Aight let me try a rhyme..
Young D.C. from d.c. like a icy breeze,
rockin the flyest jewels and and a fine white-t,
You think your weak rhymes can pull a play on me?
I'm the illest, i'm varsity chump u JV,
See i know this verse will be sicker than this guys first,
because on his first verse he didn't give u his worst,
ye i said i rhyme sick, the only MC with a flu,
i tear this s**t up, i be what you tryna do,
so ***** please,
don't front on me,
like short sleeves i bear arms,
If you know whats good for you,
stay out the way from here on
If rich boy sellin crack,
where you think he got that?
turn around ***** and look in the back of the cadillac.
(weak on my part)
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:18 pm
Breaking in like a police raid, I'll clean out your crib like a maid.
And make a diversion by dropping a hand grenade.
Juiced up with energy for my escape, like I'm high on Powerade.
Pawning your s**t for loot sweeter than Kool-aid.
Cutting up like an emo who couldn't get laid.
Got ya scrambling like roaches, fleeing from a can of Raid.
I purposely cause damage and devistation whenever I invade.
And roll out more cocky than Ludacris in an Escalade.
I got that heat that'll send you running for shade.
Smirking at the haters, mad at me cuz I got it made.
Never trippin' off small s**t, as long as I'm getting paid.
But don't make me rain hell on your entire brigade.
((That was kinda wack, but I'm not in the mood for effort.))
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:12 pm
if u suga butta
u best know us
cuz we stayin on them trees
like a brontasorus
and if u wanna scrap
ill lay u out like nothin
pop ya bitches p***y
just like it was a muffin
and its summa time and its paid in full
and i pounce to an ounce like a raging bull
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:12 am
Poppin' emcees like pills, finding it hard for me to chill.
On a role looking for a thrill, got rappers horrified like this was Amityville.
Terrified of the prophecy fortelling destruction.
Future destruction that'll randomly pop up like an erection.
Sharp with wit and lyrics, cut my enemies like a c-section.
I grab the mic and heat it up like convection.
There's no protection, so be prepared for inspection.
With wrath that's vexin', I make my foes seek correction.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:26 pm
Lords knows bout friendly holdin touch
i wonder lord are we still in touch?
your never talk ta me or answer my prayer
makes me wonder lord are you really there?
momma says you know all can fix anything
well can you please pick ya phone up an give me uh ring?
tell me why you let my friends die? why you let dem bullets fly?
why'd you make me cry? why'd you take from me?
everything physically an mentally
Gods got uh plan all dey said to meh
is ya plan god to try an take away from meh?
take my life take my love why you sittin up above?
I think you playin games an im bout sick an tired
honestly ya work is shitty just uh little bitty
kiddie diein in da street afraid ta feel da heat but i dont care
cuz in my heart lord you aint there
you left me empty and over
fightin to survive an stay sober
like we playin red rover somebody send God over
you like a 4 leaf clover everytime i find you its nothing new
just the same old s**t what i gotta do?
just to get through to you?
do i gotta get shot up an die?
an even then lord aint i just gonna fry.
tell saint pete ill see dat motha ******** ******** dis you busta a** sucka
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 2:26 am
H2O (Aqua)
Durrtyboi ft. Travis McCoy(of the Gym Class Heroes)
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 1]
I spit water and spill blood making things opaque/
Get you to quiver and shake with a flood on the way/
Pralyze your mind get you confused but you can not move/
You turn red and attempt the blues you move you lose/
So you think you a winner huh? Not exactly/
I pour the caffeine make you exxagerate blasphemy/
I leave a hole in you bigger than the circumference of the world/
Then auction you off to scientists for diamonds and pearls/
(Haha) my precious mind abates abrasions/
And false contusions leave you battered and bruised/
Tattered and amused then tatted on you what just happened/
I flap you like a flapjack to jog your memory/
Of this verbal acciedent not just a mishap/
But something more serious to give you a mental relapse/
Breath in and release untimely insane and perhaps/
A gas chamber of horrible rap (thats a fact)/(Make your ears bust!)
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 2]
Oh my god OMG like internet slang/
LOL LMAO this is serious not just another internet thing/
But you tubes are crazy coming to my space to play addicting games/
And my new grounds for a craving of mini clips of tagged/
you'll be tagged then added as a friend of mine/
Even though you aint a friend of mine just a friend of a friend of mine/
We still hold mini conversations as small pieces of mind/
And if you want a piece of mine then stay online/
and give me your url don't stand me up in a chatroom/
full of lunatics and fake females flaking in bad moods/
revealing themselves as phonies the first time we meet/
I hope she's not like them or it's back to being Rocky and beating Meat/
(Yo Durrty you crazy) I'm so crazy then throw me in an asylum/
Where I can write more ill spit and shank you to like em'/
So I stay locked up in that plastic memory/
Blood is thicker than water so I guess hip hop is like a brother to me/
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi verse 3]
It's verse 3 do you believe me now it's hard not too/
Like ripley's believe it or not I'm a cartoon/
Just a figment of some sick dudes imagination/
A creation of real hip hop in the form of my world domination/
Happy belated I laid it down already face it/
No caking just aching for my song to be played on a radio sation/
I'm tripping off the thought of a false music nation/
Where people are forced to believe saying snap your fingers is real hip hop/
It needs to stop with lame rhymes like hop on pop/
Hop scocth hat cat bat mat top drop cot robot/
It's all played out and delayed like the end but it's inevitable/
Judgement day has come and on this day I'm the rebel/
Fighting against wack dudes who make money making wack hits/
I'm sick of it all of them should be fearing it/
They need to drop their mic and eyelids/
Permanently shut up and die for the sake of the future and my kids/
[Chorus Durrtyboi and Travis McCoy(Sample from Food For Mic Skillz)]x2
Durrtyboi: This is real hip hop not garbage you hear on the radio
Leave you iller than radio but,
Travis McCoy: I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that
H20 Aqua we be thicker than that
[Durrtyboi talking while beat is playing in background]
This is real music Travis know wassup this is the future of hip hop right here this is real hip hop right here not just some garbage thats being played on the radio not just some stuff that rhymes either but the truth you feel me It's ya boi Durrty bka LiL MuggY and uh to sign off all I got to say is I hope yall are speechless and for every wack dude out there breathless don't believe the hype yall I'm out
[Beat fades out]
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 2:43 pm
ha you think you can come up in our hood and you wont get caped, ha you betta get back before you get yo a** b***h slaped, im straight from the hood i dont come to play, so are you gonna do summin yay or nay?, you betta decide now coz im running at ya, ill hit so hard ill put you on ur a**, so either fight or just let me go straight past, but if you put up a fight then you betta watch out, coz in one punch ill knock ya straight out, with the big K.O, all these little fukers be lik o-no, wots he gonna do keep it cool or is he gona blow?, are you willing to take that risk? is it worht getting killed and left to rot in the mist? where no-one can help you, no-one can see you, will anyone even no you've gone?
rate plz!
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 2:51 pm
scribles ha you think you can come up in our hood and you wont get caped, ha you betta get back before you get yo a** b***h slaped, im straight from the hood i dont come to play, so are you gonna do summin yay or nay?, you betta decide now coz im running at ya, ill hit so hard ill put you on ur a**, so either fight or just let me go straight past, but if you put up a fight then you betta watch out, coz in one punch ill knock ya straight out, with the big K.O, all these little fukers be lik o-no, wots he gonna do keep it cool or is he gona blow?, are you willing to take that risk? is it worht getting killed and left to rot in the mist? where no-one can help you, no-one can see you, will anyone even no you've gone? rate plz! Mind changing your sentence structure? It's too hard to read to rate.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 3:09 pm
aiight rate dis 1
If you knew everything bout me you would realise only god can judge me, everyone putting hate on me for just being me, i dnt wanna be you i jst wana be me,
you think you own everything, everyone sucking up to you as if your the king,
but guess wot not everyone likes and just coz they dont it dnt make them different, it just makes them 1 in a million,
and they the special ones who will grow up out of the hood,
and never though i would say this but finally i could,
little kids shouldnt have guns under thier beds,
wearing red or blue do-rags on thier heads, dont you get there only little kids with the rest of there lives to live, they could get education and maybe be a doctor, maybe get a wife a little boy and a daughter, so dont suck them into our world of violence,
just let them be but dont put them to silence,
so dont drag them down with us in our gang violence world,
coz they all smart enough to become rich and trsvel the world,
just let them be,
let them be free,
free from guns and violence,
so they dont have to stand up in court to try and prove there innocence,
you older and you should finally see,
the world isnt bout me shooting you or you shooting me,
we got more important things to worry bout,
like the poor citizens in iraq and how they gone get out,
so jst leave it i dont care no more,
ive had enough of fighting this never ending gang war.
you probaly wont believe me but tht was a freestlye i jst wrote it as it came in my head.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 4:19 pm
scribles aiight rate dis 1 If you knew everything bout me you would realise only god can judge me, everyone putting hate on me for just being me, i dnt wanna be you i jst wana be me, you think you own everything, everyone sucking up to you as if your the king, but guess wot not everyone likes and just coz they dont it dnt make them different, it just makes them 1 in a million, and they the special ones who will grow up out of the hood, and never though i would say this but finally i could, little kids shouldnt have guns under thier beds, wearing red or blue do-rags on thier heads, dont you get there only little kids with the rest of there lives to live, they could get education and maybe be a doctor, maybe get a wife a little boy and a daughter, so dont suck them into our world of violence, just let them be but dont put them to silence, so dont drag them down with us in our gang violence world, coz they all smart enough to become rich and trsvel the world, just let them be, let them be free, free from guns and violence, so they dont have to stand up in court to try and prove there innocence, you older and you should finally see, the world isnt bout me shooting you or you shooting me, we got more important things to worry bout, like the poor citizens in iraq and how they gone get out, so jst leave it i dont care no more, ive had enough of fighting this never ending gang war. you probaly wont believe me but tht was a freestlye i jst wrote it as it came in my head. ey man dat was some tight s**t rite ther
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 9:33 am
OnFiReKiSs+SpAzZ101 scribles aiight rate dis 1 If you knew everything bout me you would realise only god can judge me, everyone putting hate on me for just being me, i dnt wanna be you i jst wana be me, you think you own everything, everyone sucking up to you as if your the king, but guess wot not everyone likes and just coz they dont it dnt make them different, it just makes them 1 in a million, and they the special ones who will grow up out of the hood, and never though i would say this but finally i could, little kids shouldnt have guns under thier beds, wearing red or blue do-rags on thier heads, dont you get there only little kids with the rest of there lives to live, they could get education and maybe be a doctor, maybe get a wife a little boy and a daughter, so dont suck them into our world of violence, just let them be but dont put them to silence, so dont drag them down with us in our gang violence world, coz they all smart enough to become rich and trsvel the world, just let them be, let them be free, free from guns and violence, so they dont have to stand up in court to try and prove there innocence, you older and you should finally see, the world isnt bout me shooting you or you shooting me, we got more important things to worry bout, like the poor citizens in iraq and how they gone get out, so jst leave it i dont care no more, ive had enough of fighting this never ending gang war. you probaly wont believe me but tht was a freestlye i jst wrote it as it came in my head. ey man dat was some tight s**t rite ther thnx and i must say...luvin ur siggy lolz stay reppin'
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