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Why don't people on this forum take it in turns to write their own lines to a rap or a song? Just a suggestion.

Ok, lets do it... first line...

Yo!! Big Gay Kirk and the KMC posse, coming at ya in ya face...

Actually, that sounds quite disturbing now I come to read it on the screen...

yes, I would feel much better if I had never read that.

LMAO

I am Sam,
Sam I am,
yes I'm the man,
anyone who says different can scram.


there. thats my effort

you rock dude

lol i can't do any better

yo the name's tassie
peep this dudette
i'ma bring mah crew to bust you
if ya mess with mah boo

^ ^

you stupid *****
you ****en whore
your gonna burn in hell for this shit
i told you once i told you twice you stupid ***** stay the **** out of my face
why should i have ta suffa from some ****ed up relation ship i didnt **** up in the first place
my man wants to cheat on me wid some stupid ***** like you im not gonna let it be cuzz ***** your gonna have to ****en pay

psycho-noob?^

psycho noob with a severe case of dementia

I got da tightest lyrics anybody's ever heard and I can Battle anyone

-D-Double
-Doobleve', so now you know me.
-sip'n on Campbell's soup made by Naomi
-fools is like "I know kung-fu"
-I'm like "Show me"
-serve'em written script
-while they spit'n out bologna

-I'm get'n deep, man
-look'n for Atlantis
-I heard the headless horseman had beef with a preying mantis
-mixed metaphors
-I don't know if you can stand this
-you had all the pieces, but instructions done in spanish.

What up, C-fedi

Come on, dammit. Who wants some? It's all in fun, baby.

I may only be half black
but my rhymes blow up in your face like a black cat.
comin at me like that,
you better step back,
cuz ill straight up bust a few,
inside of you,nigga whatch you gonna do!?

I got just enuf redneck in me to spit my shit,
slap your momma,
make that ***** bite my trailer hitch!

oh what? am i too much for you?
tryin to escape, hurry!
figure out whatcha ya gonna do!

you can run, but you cant hide!
cuz if you do, i will find you,
and when i do, ill **** you up
and kill you!

that was bad man no punches or anything

So the Mosh is mixed like half-n-half
I'll blow zones and leave him in the aftermath
crush crews, pee on'em, and after that
still bust more rhymes than the cat in the hat

you gonna slap my moms
nigga, i'll punch your dad
eat you up quick
like the lunch I had

ain't gonna run and I ain't gonna hide
we got a date at the dojo
and I'll meet you inside

your fate is mo-fo
as your clique divides
bring your walk'n stick
cause I'm a beat you blind

HA! Remember cuz, it's all in fun

What's that I hear, some noob wants a fight?
Stand back, Ima burn ya skin off like ultraviolet light
Those gotta be the worst rhymes I ever seen
You just makin' me laugh, what are you, thirteen?
I'll smash ya face in with a sledgehammer
But before I do, you should work on your English grammar
I'll split ya eardrums open with my ill rhymes
But still my lyrics ring true like wind chimes
You wanted a battle, well you found it
But now what can you say to these poems I emit?

All in good fun, of course

Awesome Revan. That was dope.

That was pretty good Revan.

Thanks

Who you call'n noob
I'm a Nubian king
your rhyme style's a clone
like stormtroopers, ya fiend

it's the stupidest thing
you trying to test my flow
you on E, and I got gas like Texaco

You need to show your skills
or don't show up at all
we use'n real film
this ain't no casting call

when you step on the scene
no stuttering, find your phrase
I serve the dope sh*t
and I got lines for days


I mean, damn.

Holy...Wow you just got served.

Oh, don't worry 'bout me, I'm just warming up
But you're another story altogether, you squeal like a stuck Pit Bull pup
Don't get me started on Texaco, 'cos they corrupt like Dick Cheney
My rhymes are cold anger like a rebel Iraqi
No matter how much you talk shit and laugh,
I'm ten levels above you, don't make me break out the graph
I'll squeeze you open like a rotten banana
You speak slow and simple like a redneck from Louisiana
It's not wise to mess with the Darth
'Cos you'll just end up lookin' like that dumbass Garth

I'd do more but I have to go for a few minutes...

Thanx, Solo.

You just warming up
well, I'm as hot as the sun
spit fire, dip liars down
so pass the blunt

Just pass the mic
gimmie that
don't try to front
you need to ask me right
for permission
you're trying to stunt

your in line at night clubs
and getting in's a bother
I'd ask you "who's your daddy?"
but "I am your father."

Nooooooooo!!!

What up, Darth. Good sh*t, dog.

us three will take on you both/me, myself, and I Vs you two, you're toast/tired of seeing you herbs bicker/arguing like an old married couple about who's sicker/you guys call each other "wack"/that's like the pot calling the kettle black/Revan's gonna cave in and d-double's in trouble/have you searching for a safe haven, and just so you know, I'm the illest, sorry to burst your bubble

Who said I was trying to get into your club
Been there already, the DJ was worse than a Japanese film dub
I might pass the mic on to you when I drop dead
But exercise caution, my ghost could still overload your primitive head
You call this a battle, I see you never met the Darth
My skills are so high above you, you make me wanna barf
I'd try harder to own your ass worse
But I'd just be wastin' my time battling you to ya hearse
You remind me of one punk I found gambling in Reno
He was barely literate, his phrases were weak like Tarantino
You might as well just give up, I'm beating you so hard
My rhymes explode your head like a landmine in your front yard

Thanks, DD. You too.

I'm gonna serve this kat doom
cause he schizophrenic
those three dun started sh*t
but I will end it

You think I'm the one in trouble
better watch your back
my spit's kinda vicious
on a rhyme attack

get wise to that
know this
and study them words
you can't handle me alone
you and your friends take turns

you're bound to burn
when you hit the ground,ya see
my words are lethal weapons
watch your step around me

oh boy.
I'll be back, Darth. Be afraid.

took you a while to respond/must have been getting pointers from ya moms/you wanna compete?/that's like entering a race with no feet/I got skills like Rush Limbaugh has pills/ask ya lady and your sister, I'm good for thrills/look at you thinking you're a star/sh*t, I've seen better rappers on a candy bar/ nubian king?/pffft, more like the queen of the newjack swing/so pathetic, your weak post, yea I read it/got one word for ya: EDIT

I was about to leave
then I had to serve you fools
I'm gonna light it up and smoke you
like a pack of kools

I'm tactical
blast'n out your vital organs
I run the court and jump off
like I was jordans

oh lordy lordy
I'm gonna hurt somebody
get fresh like Doug E.
I'll just say loddy-doddy

you can't see this Candyman
so just check my flavor
you can call me snickers
cause I laugh at you, player

I really gotta go. Ill battle ya'll. I might pick it up later tonight. PEACE.

Ha, you two talk a lot of shit for dudes with no rep
Hey, the English language is tough, just take it step by step
A lot of members try to duplicate me
But y'all know how to spit like 50-cent is an MC
My flow is complete like a 360 degree sphere
You might come close to me if you just perservere
But oh wait, I forgot,
Never try to be something you're not
That's the best advice you'll ever find,
Now take it before I throw you out like potato rind
Don't take it personally if you can't comprehend my poetry
'Cos you first-class shit like scatology
And that's all I have to say about that,
So come on over, I could use a little combat

You talk'n real loud about ya boys rep
in this case, you should fear what you don't know yet
this time I'm gonna dazzle you punks with my arsenal
break'n down your atoms into even smaller particles
Darth says he has a whole sphere of technology
to me he's a square, so it really don't bother me
had me roll'n on the floor, yap'n about potatoes
that simpleton's a joke, I got the brain of Plato
ya'll should stay low, suckaz, and avoid the fire
while your down there, take a nap cuz your rhymes are tired
call rhymes for hire
D-Double will show up quick
you on my jock 50 times
so here's my magic stick
imagine this, you and me
Kill Bill style
my sword is sharpen up
you're using a nail file
you're look'n pale, child
what's the matter?
are you scared of me?
that's understandable
ya'll can't compare to D


Good sh*t with the spit, Mr. Darth & Doom
KMC's the place, and I'll see you soon
*slight bow*

Funny thing about that scenario is,
I could still cut ya heart out with an issue of Ms.
I'm cold, hard, and ready to kill
I'll stop the flow to your brain like a suicide pill
Slit your jugular vein with a box cutter
And throw you out in the gutter while you still learning how to stutter
Don't mess with the Darth, my intellect alone owns you
While you was learning how to crawl, I was snapping dictator's necks in Peru
Your primitive mind can't understand the logic
I'll remove your brain from your nose like I was neurologic
Don't try to touch me, 'cuz I created you
I'm glad I met you, 'cuz your demise is long overdue
Though I wish a real MC would challenge me, this shit is too easy
You claim to be great, but you still spit like Jay-Z
I killed Bill long ago with my bare hands
And you was owned by the Bride for not meetin her demands
But she felt pity on you with your pretty little sword
So you was left in the desert with nary a word
You lucky the vultures didn't touch you
But now the apocalypse is comin' and you've been abandoned by your crew

^
Darth's on a torture trip
blowtorch and pliers
masochistic intent
prevents souls to go higher
lower level of mind
that kind really don't impress me
spit'n the sickness
trying to sound interesting
just give it up
that would probably be the best thing
go back to the lab
break out your beakers for testing
unless you wanna ask the master
to drop them jewels
get off my nuts
and make room for my testicles

Now I'm gonna have some fun
with this one, here
my boys came through, true
with two joints and some beer

feeling real crispy
blink and you could miss me
I'm quick off the dome
and I'm smoke'n like a hippy

hip hip horray
hip hop is here to stay
hipnotic operatic kat
saving the day

paving the way
for heads to walk the road less traveled
if the world got a headache
I'll bless the globe with advil

strike'n the anvil
mold'n gold while it's still hot
this old soul's a man now
so just kill any thoughts

that we gonna stop
got you open
seven-eleven, Yo
Doobleve' is here
with big Doom and Revan

Peace, my peoples

America is hurt
got many wounds to lick
is it two Johns to the rescue
or a Bush and a Dick

choose your clique
the mad pachyderms is thick
it'll take a zillion burrows
to overthrow they sh*t

the Johns are look'n good
try'n to Kerry the load
George is hidden in the Bushes
hit'n cruise control

that dude is old news
get him out that white building
when you roll up to the polls
Stop, and think about the children

the ones on our side, over there
with no armor
the ones that lost a parent
in the attack of the plane bombers

Bush ain't no snake charmer
I ain't charmed, I'm sure
Bush and Chenney is a cancer
I'm hope'n Kerry's the cure

F*ck the dumb sh*t! Vote Kerry!

he won, haha

LOL, good lyrics DD.

Might do something of my own in a bit here...

^Thanx, brotha. I look foward to reading your stuff.

^Damn, man. That's tight. I need to go break out my history books. Those references are crazy. Clue me in on the Philippine travelers line.

Thanks...Well the Phillipine travels segment is about the Phillipine travellers who landed on Easter Island and basically wasted the land (uprooted all the trees on the island) for greed and competition. They basically raped the land and now as a result no trees can naturally grow on Easter Island. The people of the island eventually died off as a result, they brought on their own downfall.

^That's a damn shame what they did to those trees. Tight rhymes, 113. I hope to see more. Your damn sure gonna see more of mine. Oh boy!

The world around me's kinda dull
so I'm gonna sharpen my mind
MTV can't see me
they're on a downward decline
I'm hit'n rewind on the hip-hop
from the days gone by
a real old school trooper
straight from Cooley High
my crew decides
to keep a "yes, yes, ya'll" vibe
blessed with special necessities
best for keep'n it live
other brothers keep'n it real
but still portraying a lie
bark'n real loud
just stop it, now
you're puppies inside

they'd love me to hide
in the shadows
and just stroke my precious
cuz they know if I blow
I'm gonna eat'em for breakfast
wreck'n their style and they image
going down the check list
get it, got it, good
I got a sound that's reckless
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What's go'n on, KMC? Put something in the air and lay something down.
That means you, Darth and DOOM. Hey, hey, fellaz.

Conscious, conscious. Good sh*t, 113. Brooklyn in the building. Got any "Get Fresh" rhymes? I wanna hear you talk some sh*t.

i'm too lazy to make something new, but here's a rap i came up with on the spot against one of my friends who just randomly dissed me. it's not a freestyle cause i didn't spit it but it might as well be cause i didn't think about the lines they just came out.


Yo i know one ****ing thing about history
The polish got their ass kicked against germany
50 years they've been reproducing like crazy
Marcin you can't make rhymes even metaphorically
You're retarded, you don't know siht about me
I rap about global issues, not some fake as 50
So don't try and start rapping line obnox
You'll never be successful you ****ing european saus
I'll mix you up with you're whole kind of people
Live in a house, don't confuse boxes with steeples
Shit you got nothing on me, i'm above your style
I'll change the world while you be making my texttiles
Shit this rhyme is just getting started
October 24th, Buy my album, 10.25 for a dozen
You remind me of a hatin, poser, weak-minded publique
Think you know shit about rap, study immortal technique
Then you can ****ing come to me with some disses
But until the day you can't step to me with your whiteness
If you wanna start something, you know where to call
Keepin my rhyems fresh, this won't be forgotten next fall
Shit i'm tired of you playas pretending you can crit flaws
You don't know shit about music, till you realize my cause
In conclusion i'll know where to find you
So if your even worthy ya'll know who to step to

Alright, I got kind of a short one that I wrote when I was reading some stuff on the internet about the Patriot Act and shit that really pissed me off. I know it seems kinda spontaneous and out of order, but here it is anyways.

Pages on building a bomb can be posted by the NRA
But when a black anarchist posts the same, he's taken away
First Amendment is forgotten, it's now totally void
I oughta burn down the ****in' capital with my boys
'Cause then Sherman Austin might be set free
Don't underestimate the movement, our roots grow deep like a tree
As the revolution grows, Bush has no clue what's happenin'
He's too dumb to speak so he repeats the same thing over and over again
This land is like a human stock yard, we under their control
Why vote when the election's rigged like an Iraqi poll
Stand up and admit, your people are dying
Like childless mothers in the streets, you can hear their crying
E Pluribus Enron, you better ****in' watch your back
Cheney, we comin' for you first, you ****in' hack
And I'm not sure just what it is, but I can feel it in the air
My people, I am asking you not to despair
We must staqnd up and fight before the ball drops on 1984
'Cause this country is spreading like a virus, but the rich can still be stopped by the poor.

clapping toot

its pretty good

113> Right on, guy. Good sh*t talk'n.

Darth> He said "E Pluribus Enron"

"We must staqnd up and fight before the ball drops on 1984
'Cause this country is spreading like a virus, but the rich can still be stopped by the poor"
Right on, Darth. Fight the power!!

I don't know what to say, dog
I'm sadden to tears
supposed to be a tough guy
I ain't cried in years
I try to seek comfort
and address my peers
they get tipsy wit me
all ditsy like Britney Spears

through the beer goggles
I still see my pain
got my friends with me
but I'm feel'n the same
am I still in the game
or should I through in the towel
should I stay and rock the joint
or should I go in a while

I'm gonna just head home
cuz my emotions have grown
might as well get it off my chest
and get it out of my dome
logged on to KMC
and get into the rhyme zone
the buttons get to click'n
I get chills in my bones

I'm sweat'n this, sh*t
this shows me who's inside
a little kid at the movies
who's mind is take'n rides
I'm ask'n was it too soon
that's up to you to decide
we all lost a good friend
the day that Superman die

(Rest In Peace) Christopher Reeve

*bumpity-bump*
Helloooo
Anybody else got flow?
The need to spit?
Rhymes galore?
Gift of gab?
Skills?
Anybody.....Anybody........Anybody?

You can always give feedback, too.

Anybody.....Anybody........Anybody?

Man tight rhymes guys,
maybe I'll put some of my own in after school.

I prob gonna put a verse or two in

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So many goodies
and so little time
the sweetness of the treats
and oh so many kinds
seems I look for the ones
that are hard to find
I got sugar plum fairies
running through my mind

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first, you got the twinkies
straight out of Jacko's Billy
Jean, I'm fiend for
a tart with cream filling
peel'n the wrapper
after reach'n in her lunch box
freaky technique
she seeks a brutha with the sweet talk


I know this one girl
call her Crispy Cream
she'll only ride with a dude
if their whip is clean
and if your dough runs low
then she'll skip the scene
and keep an eye on your wallet
or she'll clip your green


there's this Native American
call her Lil Bear Claw
she'll pass the peace pipe
and jump on your see-saw
up and down, she's wild
and never wares out
in the heat of passion
she's known to rip your hair out


tried the swear off this chick
call her Honey Bunz
she'll grab you by the pistol
hit you with her double guns
strap you to the bed
and make you call her "Mistress"
Then give you sticky luv'n
and just scratch you off her hit list


Last but not least
is my sweet petite Cookie
she'll freak to the beat
even though she's a rookie
melt in your mouth
college girl that plays hooky
for a day with a kat
that makes her chocolate chips mushy

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So many goodies
and so little time
the sweetness of the treats
and oh so many kinds
seems I look for the ones
that are hard to find
I got sugar plum fairies
running through my mind

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I'd love to get some feedback on this one... Good or bad.

its so sweet stevwe hugin_love
i love it

Thanks, babydoll.

no prob kisses

yo Bush and Kerry both suck
whoever wins the election, America is f*cked
Bush sucks ass, and Kerry sucks d*ck
this whole damn election is making me sick
but I think that Kerry will win since Bushes time is up
get ready for the world to be f*cked up
the Issue in Iraq has just cost Bush the election
if I messed up with what I said, somebody please make a correction
but as far as I know, I spoke everything true
Bush dosnt deserve to be the leader, the flag is red white and blue
Bush dosnt represent that, like hardly anything else
he dosnt listen to the people, he listens mostly to himself
well Im done raving and ranting about the debate
its about time America is run by an a$$hole
oops Im late
is started when Bush became the president
but now George Bush will become a normal resident

dis is mc tara in da ouse not tat u care bout dis shit im wirtin. o yeah im gunna tel yah all bout me life fought u mite b interested. oh baby u c me move N act like normal bt ill tel u now baby how it realli is....

i got kciked out me ouse @ 14 4 smokin draw, u live @ omew it ya mama stil i sit ere another nite writin shit tat u dnt wanna no bt id nt give 2 ****s nomore ill tle ya newayz. i got a baby @ age of 15 by a pimp yer tats ryt a ****in pimp no matter wat u say ill win dis battle neday... i fink u no the outlines of me on da streets wit baby at jst 16 c'mon ppl give it ago

Are we supposed to understand that?

Okay I'll give it a shot a rap lyric...here It goes:

Yo!

I'll try to "whit-ify" this.

This is Mc Tara in the house not that you care about this shit I'm wordin. Oh yeah I'm going to tell you about my life. Thought you might be interested. Oh baby you see I move and act like I'm normal but tell you now baby how it really is...


I got kicked out of my house at the age of 15, smoking draw you live at Omew it you mother still, I sit here another night writing shit that you don't want to know but I wouldn't give two ****s anymore I'll tell you anyways. I got a baby at the age of fifteen by a pimp yeah that's right a ****in pimp no matter what you say, I'll win this battle any day, I think you know the outlines of me on the streets with a baby at just sixteen.

Come on people give it a go.

I shall also try my hand at deciphering the foreigner's strange tongue

In bold red to represent how completely red-hot this super MC is

This is MC Tara in the house, not that you care about this shit I'm writing. Oh yeah, I'm going to tell y'all about my life, thought you might be interested. Oh baby, you see me move and act like normal but I'll tell you now baby how it really is....

I got kicked out of my house at 14 for smoking draw, you live at omew with you mama still I sit here another night writing shit that you don't want to know but I don't give two f*cks no more, I'll tell you anyways. I got a baby at the age of 15 by a pimp yeah thats right a f*ckin' pimp, no matter what you say I'll win this battle anyday... I think you know the outlines of me on the streets with baby at just 16. Come on people, give it a go.

I accept your challenge, MC Tara. And be prepared to have thine ass thoroughly kicked and thine ears soundly cuffed across their entire breadth.

Yo, this is MC Darth in the house
Ima diss this Tara shit 'til her right hand so sore she can no longer use a mouse
Don't try to touch tha Darth *****, you don't know what you gettin' into
I'll explode your neurons so your voice cracks like a violin out of tune
You think living out on the streets makes you some kind of idol
I can tell you have anger, but without intelligence, it's unbridled
I'm the real deal, I spit 100% nonfiction
But you just ignorant, so shut the hell up and listen
'Cos my mind is like a steel trap, cold hard and focused
I come down hard on you, like a plague of locusts
*****, don't try to brag about how you got no self-respect
There's nothing cool about living like a fiend trying to break his neck
Becoming a **** at the age of fifteen
Rappin' about how you some kinda baby machine
'Cos we all know that these people end up one place: dead
My grandpa was poor, but on his shoulders he kept a head
So eventually he could work his way out of recession
And in this way he avoided undue conflict, or depression
Do yourself a favor, and get yourself an education
You throwin' you life down the drain, like a war torn nation
Maybe then you'll battle harder than this pathetic shit you throwin' me
You should be thankful for this lesson, and no, I don't ask for a fee

All in good fun, of course

^That's the hot sh*t, son.
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Yo mutha f*cka
yeah you, yeah, ya heard me
I'm pawn'n my platinum chains
and sell'n my jerseys
got rid of them 20s
now I rock the hub caps
trashed my solo flex
now I got my chub back

I stopped being a dead beat
and took care of my rugrats
stopped being a tough guy
I luv and I'm luv'd back
stopped sell'n those rocks
now I'm down to dub sacks
gonna stay my ass home
no more f*ck'n with club kats

put away my gat
now I carry a sling slot
gave my ice to the poor
they got food for what bling bought
no more rob'n and steal'n
no more start'n some bullsh*t
no more front'n on feelings
I told my ego to cool it

These are the things I do
cuz dude, I need a fresh start
I'm moved by the music
Marvin Gaye had the best heart
I'll take less of the chicken
here man, you have the breast part
looking out for the guppies
no more swim'n with card sharks

That was like a week ago
now, I'm back to my old ways
hang'n with thugs
cuz they told me that crime pays
only time will tell
well, n*gga, f*ck what time say
and if I should die
I hope that heaven will find me
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This is not about me. Or maybe it is, I don't know. It just has to do with choices. Let me know what you think.

Dope rhyme DD. Good to see somebody writing about something new and interesting for a change, instead of the mainstream "cash drugs hoes" and the underground "religion politics dissing". Not that I don't like thinking about deep philosophical shit once in a while, it just gets old hearing about the same topics all the time.

touched that moved me man

totally moved me

IGNORANCE!

not all rappers say "yo"

i can name alot

not all rappers talk like drunk apes either

just the 'famous' ones

clapping that was sweet man

sadly thats all my schoolmates like

hey you dont spend all day listen to an offtune 'goodies'


they say alll rock is shit

erp

should i post mine?

doitdoitdoitdoit!!!!!

Thanks, Darth. I appreciate it. Those lines to Tara were tight. You killed that noise real quick. I was about to clown, but I didn't know where to begin.

Damn, I luv Hip-Hop so much, it hurts....Ouch!

Ronnie> Spit spit spit....Do it, Do it, Do it.

neeeeh its bad very very bad

Aww come on I won't laugh no matter how bad it is

Yeah, yeah! You know you got skills. Bust it, baby.

cry i take it back

Noooooooo!

Don't make us beg, girl. I'm all ready for MC Ronny's too live rhymes.
I need my fix, woman.

do it!!!!

ill laugh even if its superb

ill make my own desicions
no need to take care of me
put me in a nursery
your acting like im still
an empty marionette
a child on strings
you have the feeling
a vison i'll end up
like hilary duff
cracked and selfish
but i wont
unglue me
im not empty
im not shallow
you know the things i say
i mean it
just leave it

i didnt know how to finish it

i dont rap (even though i have been told i can 'flow' :blink

cry dont laugh to hard

Yeeeaaaah!!
Ronny in the house. Very nice, my friend. Allow me to finish it up for you, baby.


You know the things I say
I mean it, just leave it
I ain't Billy Jean
I'm a thriller, so beat it

You try to control my mind
and always give your two cents
my destiny is mine
stop mess'n with my blueprints



Good job, Ronny. I hope to see more of your stuff.

thankls thats tight

Who do you listen to in hip-hop, Ron-Ron?

Awww....

Are you ready for another one? Here it goes:


Mo'

That was dope dj

DD i don't listen to hip hop I'm into more rock

WD: you cease to amaze me

THank you nivek

Ronny....cry that was beautiful

My career as an inovator rapper is over.

but it was never innovating

....cry thanks you

That was the most touching song I have ever heard

What you talk'n bout Hockey?

That was the new hottness. Some ole' 2006 sh*t. Come on, man.

"Yo"

...then he changed up the flow....

"Mo"

...That's fire.

ok i haf been makin lyrics.. i mean my own language lyrics they didnt rhyme so i made these up so tht they could rhyme..also translated them to try to make some sense out of them

this is how the story goes, in and out
one minute you're there, the next time runs out
its a figure of speech, as a matter of fact
did u ever really think about the time you had?
its the grain that falls, every second that crawls
to the minute to the hour till infinity recalls
its the barricade of twigs thats never really there
did you ever really think that time even cares?

Good sh*t, agent 88.

Have you heard of Punjabi MC? Those beats are bannanas.

I know, maybe I should just go mainstream hip hop.

you WERE mainstream...but now you are uber mainstream

congratulations

thanx d-double.... i haf more..but i need2work on them
i haf only heard1punjabi mc song and it rocks

I be the darkest Rapper to ever come out so far i be the greatest im gonner be star/Ive got the skills to make mills so if theres a party and a check list and im not on it your face will connect with fist.

What's this, another victim for me to test my skills on?
You make me laugh, but I'll battle since the mic is already drawn
The party already happened, and you didn't show up
You were too young to fend for yourself, like a weak wolf pup
Your rhymes are nonsensical, like Buddhism to simple fools
Your flow is almost as bad, like a dog as it drools
I can't believe I'm even wasting my time on you
I should disconnect your heart so the doctors can start you anew
That might help you, like a computer when it's rebooted
Tha Darth owns you in his sleep with two hands behind his back
I explode your neurological membranes, like a cannibal attack

...I'd do more but I have to go.

Close my eyes i picture you inside
its like a mirror a curse that i cant deny
days are vague and i cant explain, i'm trying to hold on til i give into pain
its like a deja vu coming all around,trying2break me tryin2bring me down

i'm too strong to face any of this, i'm walking away from your god-forsaken bliss

i wrote this 4 years ago... really my first piece

________________________________
Thank the net gods for the KMC forum
all in all
the best way to beat boredom
stick'n with the prickers
my peeps swing more swords
with the world lean'n on me
I post, and creep forward

Toward the war tomorrow
pimp slap my sorrow
pimp'n with the players
we got flows you can borrow

No one can hold me
go ask my Clovie
M!$ha will teach ya
she'll be sure to speak slowly

Now Rob, he might choke ya
same with Mighty Yoda
MF Doom bring the boom
Darth Revan's take'n over

Burn down a cold shoulder
and chill with HockeyHorror
Telperaca will shock ya
her tongue's stuck to ice boulders

Hot stuff, the frost melt
Shellie's on the top shelf
Ronny will rhyme on time
and make you say " Ah, Hell!"

In comes Tired Thins
he's down to do hiking
Crayz Girl 16
gleam like moonlighting

This the new groove crew
old sounds I switch
peek'n on the weekend
with a BrownEyedBitch

Woooooooooo!!
_______________________
That was fun....
For anyone I forgot, there will be many more rhymes to come.
Peace

Yeah! I made the cut! That was good sh!t, dawg! Keep it up, yo! Word!

He said "Word"..

Thanks, man.

Tired Thins in the house!!!

its great in_love

nice

Dope rhyme, D-Double

Maybe I'll do one about KMC...

ah hell!

D ...omg...hun thats awesome .

Shit you know i'm here
2004 is a Kerry election year
That means my rhymes is gonna double up
With a whore in a cuff
Like Bush, flexing his war muscles, don't act tough (boy!)
A freestylin machine
A locked devilin dream
With a war war three theme
Thoughtful emotional process
With a hidden relief
From here to infinity
Cough cough, i gotta roll some new paper
Patriot Act doctrine is illegible
Americas on a pedastills
Bush you were born to kill
Cop your house and your whole country too
These republicans anti-semite jews
Are hypocritical pompous fools
Clap clap with a hidden glee
Start finding the black box of our former country
9/11 brought a few planes down
They information was expelled
Was lost, but can't never be found
So i'll end this freestyle with a controversy
Emotionally
My thoughts regurgitate complete honestly

damn it's Chuck D junior!

Good sh*t, 113.

Keep spit'n that political flow until our country acts right.





"Clap clap with a hidden glee
Start finding the black box of our former country"
-113

Holy crap nice rap

And your right, I might choke ya
act like a b!tch, and Ill own ya
Im not in a war, but Im still a soldia (soldier)
Im not like lil jon, I dont constantly repeat three words
I have something called grammer
his cant get any worse
I dont have to get shot nine times, to drop rhymes
I dont have to talk about money, hoes, or drugs
Im not a gangsta, Im a white boy, I dont roll with the thugs
f*ck what people say, I dont give a f*ck
just like this rap, they all f*cking suck
these lyrics are crap that just popped in my head
f*ck it, Im finished, this rap is f*cking bad

^ pathetic

ok herez another 1.. its based on how valuable time is and how it just flashes by

herz a look at something tht u really cant think about,
the time i got left and the time that ran out, keeping in mind what i left behind, my sanity my soul walk done to a fine line
i'm in pain, i'm in shame, but i cant quit this game, because i can never change
even if i wanted to i couldnt decide, because i've never really had time on my side

Tiiiiight!!!....That's wuz up. Rob's got fire!!


Agent 88 > Good stuff, man. I can relate.

whats up hip hop heads...hockey, doom, etc....i've been in the basement.

took some time off, even though you rarely heard of me
never rhyme again, never did occur to me
these self taught skills are gonna pay my bills,
all with no frills, rhyme like e ticket thrills,
no expression on my grill, stonefaced like photo stills,
lack of creativity always gives me chills
jake rappers make the first move... step aside,
despite what you believe, it's the end of the ride,
the end of the line begins now, they can't cope,
hanging in the balance on a slippery slope
mass confusion, not quite sure what they can do,
because..they got diamonds on the soles of their shoes
steady posin' and vogue'n, the whole deal is stolen,
in 2004, rap is outta control
i can't take it anymore, underground strike back
preemptive on the played out, the lame, and the wack.

puke

Well, look who decided to come back from the basement
wear'n fuzzy slippers and his teddy bear adjacent
I'm gonna serve him real spit
that's it, no need to thank me
this kat looks childish
in pajamas with his blanky
he jumped on the mic
no shower, kinda stanky
let the discipline begin
my switch is ready for some spanking

you gotta learn not to talk back
you little boy, you're not phat
I'm lava with my hot rap
you get burned if you rock that

leave your ass look'n like kentucky fried
when the fire come through
you better duck and hide
with punches to the body
I will bust your side
and take your girl, Bonny
feel'n lucky, Clyde ?


Wuz upper, Madsci.....Welcome back...B*TCH!!!!!
All in fun, man.

nice welcome

Yeah, man. That was a tight rhyme.

Good look'n, Madsci.

listen up and listen close, cause you have'nt got a clue
what happens down here, the basement isn't for you
deep beneath the surface, underground is above
even the wackest of the wack are quick to show me love
they know my capabilities, the possibilities,
and understand i'm quick to expose their inabilities
all in a day's work, wearin' pink bunny slippers,
p.j.'s, robe, with a mic and channel clicker
the clothes to stay warm, the slippers cause they're cute,
the mic to rock spots, the remote to press mute
to stop obnoxious soundbytes and psychobabble
think before you speak and attempt to rouse a rabble
bonny and clyde? they both died in a bucket
bullet hole riddled, far too slow to duck it
but aeneas and dido are more along the lines
love without bounds, my destiny is my rhymes

again...all in the name of hip hop
"competition is good, it brings out the vital parts..." - q-tip

Madsci > Yes, dammit. That's what I'm talk'n bout. Good sh*t.

I will destroy you in a moment.

I fly around the world
like superman
touch the sun
so you know I got an uber tan

crush coal into diamonds
in the palm of my hand
my passion is die hard
like a Hoosier fan

I'm the bullet proof truth
so remove your lies
I'm seeing through your sh*t
with my x-ray eyes

Faster than a hot one
my speed is light
I'll go back into time
and delete your life

More power than a train
I will play your game
hide and seek with the weak?
boy, I'll shame your name

Trapped in crystal chambers
I will fake my pain
then destroy your whole world
and get the girl, ya lame


"Why do you speak to me this way. When you know I will kill you for it."
-General Zod

i come from hood to hood block to block
my lyrics my weapon i dont need my glock
when i open my mouth niggas confidence flock
they think im a ***** because i was released by the rock
i speak the truth ill tell ya whats on my mind
i dont need a dictionary for a big word to find
you fatass white boys wanna step againts me
ive been through real stuff spent 3 months in jail ya this hood liven is tuff
so step up show me what i wanna see im in the 8 1 6 wigga holla at me

srry man that was bad. but keep trying

Fat ass white boys? ....wtf?......
________________________________________

what up, Wigga
this mutha f*cka's black as night
I'm so powerful
I'll kill ya and bring you back to life

back from the future
with a knack to rhyme
D-Double 3000
going back in time

just to show you silly suckaz
how to flow
I'ma tell you one time
b*tch, now ya know

whenever I spit
the crowd starts to grow
I'm as real as it gets
so that's "fo sho"

OOooo!!! *instigating*

Nice, Madsci.

mc of the moment shyne

We done f*cked up now
Bush is back in the building
four more years of lying, connive'n
smile'n and kill'n
We're die'n
try to feel him
deny'n why it is, really
we need him focused straight ahead
he's look'n up at the ceiling

the US of A
went and fell for the lame
we must have thought he's just play'n
but it's the deadliest game
damn, it's a shame
shot to sh*t, our fate is the same
till 2008
it's all down hill, against the grain

More than half the country's daft?
what the f*ck were they think'n
I hope they realise the flaw
once the country is sink'n
why try and ruin the world
for a dude that keeps blink'n
in a staring competition
my hope is steadily shrink'n

to all of the people, what have we done?
the truth is so see-through
we have fallen to far
where there is no one to reach you
he's lying to masses
all American people
we all in trouble
we'll feel the wrath of all that is evil


We're screwed.

omg...great work guys....keep 'em coming

i need to leave the OTF and GDF more often

Well written, I agree 100%.

to all the thugz on lock grab your glock aim at a cop and dont stop . im sick and i'll like a mental pacient rolling in a 64 blasting the five 0 away. nothing and no one can keep me away once your in my way you'll be blown away f*ck with me and die like the the iraqi's im a 2 legged walking talking tank stommping through my enemies to prove they fake.

*rubs palms together*

I don't believe some of the dumb****s I meet every single day
I'll burst aneurisms in ya brain with these intellectual rhymes I relay
Two legged tanks are not very effective
Unlike this collective objective I spit from my perspective
Because the only fake we see here is you
You never took out a cop, probably never even fired a .22
While I was studying Che and the Revolution
You had dropped out of third grade, the problem that is you has no solution
Your rhymes are weak, like Lincoln after the south seceeded
****, why do I even bother with you, we both know you're already defeated

reavans shouldnt speak because diciples of god shouldnt rap reavan is a fraud he's a wannabe darth vader with a non active lightsaber so i inpregnated his b*tch. kid sit back down and keep preaching to the lord cause son im the son of satan and that i testify.

Thanks J & Shells.

Gawd dammit!! All that "vote or die" and "break bush off" bullsh*t for nothing. The polls showed the same amount of young people voted as in the last election.

Oh yeah, everybody registered, then sat back and got screwed once again. I can't believe I gotta look at that f*ck for another 4 spins.

Sh*t!!!!

*rubs temples*

Smoke 187 > son of satan, huh?

You claim to be the son of Satan,
But he's all in your imagination, just like God,
Imaginary beings which scare you into believing the lies of your nation
Any fool with two eyes and an ear can see this
Your intellect is pathetic, I'd own you while takin' a piss
Hunt you down and lyrically murder you, like the Bolivians
Did to Che Guevara, I blow you into oblivion
The only b*tch here is you, so quit pretending
Like Dick Cheney and the lies he keeps defending
You can't touch the Darth, why even bother
Anyone can see that "SMOKE187, I am your father."

kickin back
smokin crack
that sh!t is whack
cause im not black
im just a white girl
representin the burbs
rhymin my words
listenin to sublime
cuttin people in line
just passin through
servin my time
on jury duty in court
i drink coke i dont snort
thats how we kick it in the suburbs
its the white girl rap


hahahaaa im such a goof...my sister is addicted to mtv she's teaching me to be a reverse oreo

Ah, the old reverse oreoism trick. That's always fun.

Nice rap, Curl up.