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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 2:14 pm
Post your keystyles and freeflows here. This also the place where you can work on improving in areas such as multis, imagery, flow, and rhyme scheme. You can critique others, but no arguing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 2:19 am
I get the honor of kickin' the first rhyme.
Stunning flow to freeze blood, and silence ya like a mime.
I can go sedated, or I can go hard.
When on a role, I spit like cruise control through the boulevard.
Lyrically blessed, so I'm the envy of the hater.
They approach with caution cuz they risk meeting their maker.
The Stryker is classy with an attitude like a Chevy 64.
A revolutionary like Huey Newton when I pick out my afro.
Causing more confusion than Bin Laden.
Even when I cause destruction, trust me, I'm still plottin'
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 10:58 pm
drippin wet on street corners wishin I'd die
cars passing, the walk signal's the only light in my life
penetrate puddles in sidewalks, just walkin the line
an abused and distraught teen with suicide on the mind
Darkness clouds the sky as it does my judgement
enough spent, it's time to put and end to torment
a quick decision to remove an item from the wasteband
could prove to
(not finished)
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 7:55 pm
Spit with diligence, most niggas willing and feeling this
Showing some difference, yall niggas the same like synonyms
But me, sinners is, joining the heaven sent with my sentences
Heaven’s blessed from my restlessness, never less than the best of spits
Flex a bit, yall got nothing like anorexic kids
Reject ya s**t, then spit to show you what some texture is
I’ll wreck ya kid, when the record hits, regret your spits
Deck a b***h, correct ya sense and eject the estrogen
Please believe, who you expect to spit correct but him
No defects to him, he perfects what perfection is
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 6:40 pm
When it comes to spittin' game, you know I'm the king.
Yeah I'm clever and they call me The Korean Sting.
I'll be steppin' on you like snow on watery slush.
Slide through with crowd roarin' for me with adrenaline rush.
When you see my rhymes, it really does amazes.
When I spit my verses and my nasty, mean phrases.
You may see me here and there and a couple times around.
But you can find me frequently in the city of Oaktown. (510 BABY!)
I come from the west where we go stupid, dumb and hyphy.
If you talk smack, you lose your lifey to the knifey.
The true game of hip hop is not yet to be unfold.
Until I COME THROUGH. Not the silver, just hand me the gold!
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