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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:05 pm
[moto]
upsetting, learned lesson
burnt the best of it
but what im left with is
is a void where my chest live
ain't got no next of kin
but i ain't got nothing to give
ain't got no ride to pimp
but i look at my blessings
what a mighty package
to get her in the sack with
yep im so strapping
so damn attractive
& yall prolly laughing
then just go do that after
i act a b*****d
& have to mash hard
[lil buhhda]
I'm like "damn man!"
when I read your writ
Tonight's the Summer of Sam man
cuz you're killin' it
No next of kin?
cuz you're on your own level
It's like original sin
you've made a deal with the devil
[sizzla]
What the ******** boys!
I can't rhyme like this.
Usin' words like toys,
while I can't spit s**t.
And yo, hey Lee!
You're right on key
When I read your rhyme
I laughed, you see
Did you plan that s**t?
'cause man, I'm impressed
Now go throw a fit
but don't be depressed.
[moto]
oh no, no plans for this
stoned mo, on that plant cannibis
maida promo, you'd be jammin it
so solo, got candles for friends
no emo, sure ill manage
being known, 4doing damage
moti 08, put it in your planners
own the whole state, if i can sick
if not, assume im average
& i, just put words in lil patterns
i hate words so i stab them
and brake boys like some traction
while moti move right past em
they whole thing is just cash in
and my whole thing is filled w/ passion
so can't blame me if i act nasty
i bit the head off the microphone
you get a girl to write your poem
meh nice writing slice em tho
chew you up like a mike tyson clone
hit the pipe right beside you, No
you can't have a puff like it'chose
this stuffs ruff you'd be sore
from a distance couldn't be canadian more
these guys play the same game till im bored
can't believe we contain the same brain boi
stfu with that plain jane noise
hate 2 complain, but im very annoyed
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 9:48 pm
i posted out kicks from questalot.. someday we'll throw down on a really slow instrumental, some weekend when lil buhhda is is townski. nice lil semi-pro setup, it'll be tight. keep it up folks, when i read your verses last week i was like yeha! i just didn't say anything. but there it is. meant.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 7:37 pm
(Alright then, never fear Buddha's here ~ but I've got no verse, nothin to fill my purse... so I'll be on my way, but I'll drop again another day ~ ) 
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 7:05 pm
(I'ma:
Burnout
No doubt
Even less clout ~)
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:47 pm
feeling the same
cept believe its the age
& being incaged
mebe need to refrain
now fate shapes control
so even if you tell me don't
be at ease, thats just how i roll
& ill take care of myself, even if you don't
to lawmakers, the courthouse, & po po
i ain't feelin your world, so my minds solo
treat me like menace, but yall just pretending
hang me upside down everytime im offending
your sense of control, your simple lil soul
freedom is a page in history sure to never close
you could call me extreme, but really wtf you mean
you haven't seen what ive seen, so you really mean nothing
you were just stfu-ing, a lil touch up in the scene
you'know id try to leave it clean, but chall contents a bunch of ugly
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:37 pm
(Sounds like some heavy s**t... have you "done your time" yet? Anyhoo ~ here's a little rhyme I came up with today, but I mean it in no way... I love and respect what you do, and I'd never seriously step to you - also, this probably isn't for session one, but it'll be good later on... and I haven't really refined it any, this is raw from my pad - so it's still slightly bad... here we go ~ )
So you think that
you're the hardest
When it comes to
being a verbal Martial artist
Cuz when I pull your card kid
You're gonna end up lookin' retarded
Gonna show you what hard art is ~
Oh s**t! Son
Had enough of your derision
Come check my vision
It's become my mission
to ******** you up worse
than clitoral excision
Like you were in
a head-on collision
It ain't gonna be
no split decision
Ain't stoppin' til you're done
So come N get some
Jet Li ain't the only one
Come see how I get [my] fun
(like I said, it really isn't done or refined yet, but I don't want you to be the only one "putting himself out there" as it were... so... there it is ~ if you can spot improvements I need to make, or have any suggestions ~ I'm open to hearing them [contrary to the tone of the rhyme] thanks ~ jah ne )
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:17 am
implicated
i was pimpin daily
knew a girl named hailey
wanted to date me
didn't give her the dik
attempted to rape me
but hum, thats just
fine, if you make me
now you got into rhonda,
like she were a honda
will i get into leslie
with the keyless entry
some things, not meant for me
but i get there eventually
yee ha's, we strong
brujah's & sippin smog
please be gone, you've lived too long
mebe wrong, beh issue mute the song
near the end of life, at 25
so be sure not to waste my time
get real stoned, misplace my line
i forgot to write its lost in my mind
just another post, cut a better pose
wish i was a ghost, id creep you out more
fk with your head, and beep on your door
b4 i scare all the peeps, out your store
----
thats just silly, beh meh all over the place
----
heres what i say to your Q. at the end.
spit the flow on like 3 different beats. not every beat works, but you'll iron a lot of wrinkles out just flowing your wordplay in various ways.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:56 am
(what are these "beats" you speak of? I have no beat... nor rhythm, just rhymes... )
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:35 pm
search .torrents* for instrumentals // go soulskeet
theres the enormous collection of 'ain't doin this s**t for nothing' its like at vol 72 or something, but those tracks are so pop radio that theres usually only a few good tracks. either way, id soulseek/torrent a huge collection then organize them according to appreciation. i often fall back on beats ive used many times, but i can usually only write one 'song' to an instrumental. thats like the value of one, to put your mood in order. then the words come. you can test your words 'mathematically' against the instrumental to confirm your timing is flush.
i would add words b4 your rhymes if i were to modify it. it would bring more meaning out of it, while increasing the speed you rap at if it were being recorded. more syllables = faster spit. big L had his # of words in a line worked out like magic. he is to me the grandfather of sick raps.. much love to all the peeps who would front biggie or pac or any of that other oldskool stuff, i feel you got marketed to. yep.
really, i recommend listening to all the big L you can get your hands on.
ten years later, everyone is trying to do what he did. an important study, no doubt. actually, im checking some L right now.. he's such a street poet he's not even on time every once in a while.. heh.
put your L's up
//_ //_
edit:
how to be an mc vol ## is mebe slightly less radio tracks. still has alot tho. vol 45 just came out with some winners on it, at least. all torrent.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:18 am
listen up, if.. its uhm
moti, wtf you think-un
i trust you love a beatin
cuz ill shove you into defeat and
make sure that clip get reran
on something like public tv damn
you looking as smart as Hee-man
too bad you not as smart as lee man
you'll have to pardon lee cause he can
spit about as fast as my bros ride
can puddle butta off the starting line (ha wtf)
& you can't put nothing in my pride
you need more oxygen in your mind
pop off like lottery, just as kind (2 = 0)
whats upstairs, just dust inside?
i would brush you off, get it.. punchline
cause im nothing like your kind
i can spit the same rhyme cause im kind
while i play games with your mind
suppose i should change up my rhyme
i say things, make em crying'na
act sorta vio-lunt
cuz dey can't rival muh
playful style is the final touch
i spray vile for mile, im crunk
on trial for the guy i killed, by judge
he died by lyrics, so.. wassup?
i think ive,.. said enuff
wowzers.. never written a battletastic verse myself. that was fun.
(O.G.G.G. prod. by alchemist)
shogun get yu
whoa the picture
is so much richer
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:02 am
i be lip, lip, lippin
like its an intrestin, gift given
is given, meh spit rip em
a new hole, to flow with
ex-cept this, split drippin
cause dey, noobs overloaded
im so cool, i shoulda sold s**t
im pwning, dem old kiks
so king, they throne him
its annoying and he know it
we bring you, 3rd person closure
is auamoti, put me on a poster
well not me just my logo &ph33r
why is my soda not clear
clearly canadian
why must i say it again
your rhymes, in training pants
you try to play me and?
your rhymes, get divided bad
bent backwards, made'em mad
but he acted, like a baby cat
sounds like p***y, if you ask
but he lack the, essential snatch
so he gets left out, the master plan
mebe whats good, is whats sad
cause mebe no good, come out of man
ill continue this later, if i can.
written with (uh oh prod. by minisotta)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:44 am
im so hott, if you hear me whoa
musta put sriracha on my cereal
don't need hot sauce to hear me tho
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:40 pm
( Woahski! Broski! you're scaring Siz ~ she's afraid to hop in the biz... maybe we should start a nub rhyme thread for the beginners [she & I] ~ cuz initially we can't all be winners [like you guy]... see Siz I suck too, it's really truly true ~ my counting absolutely sucks, I just match words out of sheer luck ~ I don't have any real advice for you, just keep trying till you find what's true ~ )
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 1:13 am
roll with it
lemme know if its
prolific
or mo-spiffy
i go live in
my own kidney
be a gentleman
to oprah winfrey
about the settlement
i hope the winner is me
i got the chili cheese
in the winter its chilly as can be
dj screw / rest in peace
in the clouds still fking up the scene
too many real artists
eaten by the machine
the best music ends up
being a lost dream
i call this one 'universal poo'
jhope its suck value menu item.
wha? jes its that so.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:23 pm
i flow with it
and i dunno if
im exposing
the next motion
would i dmg my?
future mankind
what did the scavenger find
ive had it with time
its a bout to end
kill myself or them
find the wealth within
play this out my friend
im about to spend
this magazine
quit flagging me
down
if i had a dream
it doesn't hamper me
it managed to be
smoked out
ripples represent
the way shackles are felt
with a lil effort
shouldn't be hard to free this jail
gotta write a bad verse or two
before i can bring them hell
doesn't help to hate the news
but its insane when they change the truth
the whole world would claim it had proof
we know it had it too
bad news, tennis shoes
they thinkin, what kinda fool are you
no matter, fooled even if you knew
pitter patter, rain down, mountain grass grew
dry that bish in a paper bag'n' roll a doob
fk that, its beautiful here, lets blow a few
silky sweet scented when im dome-in fumes
to face plate, then bestow the ruins
back to the world, where we owe it to
i would learn to fly, if it'd help me get close to you
face to face with,
with a natural space
in another world, you'll be another girl
with other ppls,
with other features
none would greet us
they love to eat us
and munch while speakin
for lunch prefer europeans
what they serve in the evening
is texans steamed leanin
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