Dis iz da place for all you free-stylin' mofos out dere, who wanna drop some bombs and mix it reaaaaaaaaaaaaal good, like we do out west. You know wha' I'm talkin' about...Yea! Fo' shore, we got da beatZ...all yo' foolz have to do is bring da game! Yea...You know wha I'm freakin' on an' on an' on about...Step up to da mic, if youse finks youse gots da game and let it flow like dat river yo' always said it was gonna be! Boing!
Yea, yea, yea...I knows a lots of catZ got dere own style an' all and every mo' fo' way is REAL! Check dis, we ain't gotZ no real hatin' goin' on, but fo' real...Don't be going on and beefin' up other neckz of da woods...Bring it here, and we'll be settling it like men! Yea...
Seein' as I'm doGG callin' out all dis shit, I'm gonna do de talk to match de walk...Yea! Check me one time...
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...
People ain't commitin no crimes,
Cos they don't have no dimes,
Cos their balls are too small,
But I got plenty for ya' all...
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...
My words have the reason,
My voice has the rhyme,
Every time I step out,
I be bustin mad rhyme...
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...
From the streets of Taipei,
To the halls of New York,
Westside Cali-for-Ni-A,
Every hoods gonna pay...
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...
One, two, six, nine, ten,
You do the math
But let me lead the way...
A 6 by 10 gives you an i-dea...
Drop the low scores and you be getting closer...
This is me, rocking a-cappella
Hootin and shootin,
Rappin and reelin,
Gettin sick of not seein peeps stealin,
Trash talkin bout a next generation,
Whadda dey say when an OG comes a playin...
Who me? When? What? Why?
Bloodclot me, and I'll let the twins fly...
Yo! Yo! Yo! Anyone willin to step up to ma flava? Don'tZ be matterin' if yo' do knows hip-hop...Jus give it a try...Yo, hh?? Yo dere? MF Doom? Anyone else, wanna step to me? Bring it!
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
Gender: Male Location: Dreaming...Or am I living...
hh?, I think Sam will be OK with it as long as it doesn't get nasty, evil or otherwise.... (That question mark is really screwing up my puncuation....)
OK I posted this before but I added some stuff.... and I don't feel like writing a new one..
Simple, How you think you can rhyme
Ya Easy, I'll bury you in no time
(You think he's ready for this?/
I don't give a shit, Lets go!)
Your a slave to the system, simply a sheep/
Come on, go on, go follow bo peep/
but not me, Ima rebel, rebel with a cause/
I be spreadin freedom like santa clause/
And if you disagree/
Don't even try to stop me/
Cuz I drop the style like Zack/
Flash I'm gone, then back to attack/
Drop a Russian Cocktail, right on your floor/
Motolov, then you be running for the door/
Hoping and praying to the god that you desire/
To late for you, see you in the fire/
I never claimed to be smooth/
Like IT or DOOM/
But I spit the truth, so go back to your room/
You part of the problem, your bound to the norm/
Bowin down to the flag, Allegince you've sworn/
Part of the evil, the monstrosity/
The very same one, that though they could get away with the Murder of Che/
But no, the underestimate me/
They thought I could be scilenced/
By using something less than violence/
But a radical like me, Don't back down easily/
You want me to stop? To cease and decist?
Well comon Mother****er! Am I on your black list?
I'll give up only after you pulled the plug/
And even then I'll keep shouting/
Wiping off that look of yours, so smug/
And keeping the beret that I'm touting/
Like Mu, I'll spit from behind bars/
Make me a mayter, or blame it on an epidemic like Sars/
But you'll have to deal with me/
Maybe not now, but eventually/
It's gonna come to a bloody climax/
You can't stand me sitting here, spraying the facts/
Your fear of my eventual Coup/
And how I'm gonna take the power away from you.
Yo, dis shit has got a nice feelin' to it, yo...But I ain't gettin da thing about da horse...Are youse saying I'm a flyin horse, or sumthin? Dat shit is wack, yo.
Till next time. Peas to ma brothas who be keeping it real.
I'm not tryin to say my style is better than yours...You know de rest.
Check me.
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
KMC Community Forums
Mar 24th, 2005 04:57 AM
ill continue tomorrow after school or whenever im on.
you didn't get it?
