Originally posted by hh?
you just contradicted yourself you dumbshit.tpt did not freestyle (but very well written man, props 👆 )
Originally posted by Tptmanno1
no I don't have the skills to freestyle...
I wrote the second half in one sitting, I just can't do it with a flow... I need to look over shit, and It took me forever to come up with something that rhymed with Climax and made sence.
and it was good 👆
most commercial mc's cant write like that. not even close.
Originally posted by hh?
cuz im the only mc capable of pushing superman of a horse/
Oh! Snap a dap! Now, I get it...But I think you meant to use the word 'off', not 'of'! Ha ha...Using 'of' instead of 'off' makes a BIG difference to the meaning. Try and spell better next time, G...
Sumthin like dis...
Yo, my skillZ are wack and I'm inta talkin crap,
But dat don't matter enough to batter me,
Split-splatter me, I'll drop yo' face, cos I'm ace,
-Iz high, yo be low...Ain't no other brotha would got da flow,
Like me, cos I'm dope
Yo' drop'd da soap...B!tch, yo shoulda had a rope.
Check me wid ma invincible scope...I float.
Yo' just a punk wid out any soap.
Rope-a-dope-dope.
See wat I mean...peas.
Originally posted by Tptmanno1
Means alot coming from you hh?...
Now If only I had the voice, I could make a cd...Hey speaking of CD's anyone know a good CD listing site? like DVD affecianado or whatever
Guzzlefish is the best one I've found.
http://www.guzzlefish.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=6ef4a7f00910a8444304c41ba20aa4f9
Yo, tpt to the 213, I'm-a comin straight back atcha...Check it...
1, 2, 3 and to the floor
That's where you'll be lyin'
As I begin to drop bombs once mo'er
5, 6, 7-8-9-10
It must be hard for yo
When I begin to begin again
I bring it from the streets with my lyrical remedy
You're not quite sick in the head
To bust my melody
I wish you'd try harder
But it seems a non-starter
Cos your words got no wit
Cos your beats got no rhyme
I win it from the top
And I'll stay here till the end of time
I wish I could curse
I wish I could swear
But the reason I'm not tryin
Is cos deyd kick ma ass outta here.
What's to fight?
What's to battle hard?
When you're just a little girl
Who's in need of an au pair...
Yo, give it up! One time! Yea! Yea! Yea!
Thanks alot,
heres what I got so far
http://www.guzzlefish.com/collection.php?username=tptmanno1&PHPSESSID=6ef4a7f00910a8444304c41ba20aa4f9
Re: Spin dat shit: Battle Rhymes an' Blingin'...
Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Yo, yo, yo, yo...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!
Haha, what the **** was that,
Sit your ass down and quit thinking you phat
Don't try to rhyme, everyone knows you wack
When you spit you sound like a monkey on crack
I'll un-clot you, make you bleed from ya jugular
What's the matter with you lately, you must be bipolar
Maybe you just Philosophicus in a new sock
'Cause now you actin' all hardcore like you shot a cop
But one thing's for sure, you can't rap worth shit
Like four year olds in Wal-Mart havin' a fit
I'll give you this, you're ill, ill in the head
When I pick up the mic I leave competition for dead
Yo, don't mess with tha Darth, ***** 😐
Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Oh! Snap a dap! [B]Now, I get it...But I think you meant to use the word 'off', not 'of'! Ha ha...Using 'of' instead of 'off' makes a BIG difference to the meaning. Try and spell better next time, G...Sumthin like dis...
Yo, my skillZ are wack and I'm inta talkin crap,
[/B]
Did you just call yourself wack? 😐
Originally posted by Darth Revan
Did you just call yourself wack? 😐
Yea...Dats right, little bird...I iZ bringin' whole lotta new flavaZ to da rap-game...'self-mofo-deprecation being key. Word. Check me...
Now whas dis shit, Daft be here pullin?
Tryin to dis, but he ain't understoodin
Dat de flava I got
Dat de wordz dat I speak
Be kickin his b!tch-ass
From here to next week.
Weak are yo' lyrix,
Weak are yo' rhymes
Now com' on, son
Quit wastin dis doGGs time
I ain't here to educate you
Or even placate you,
Cos you be a b!tch,
But yo' don't looky-likey ho
If that be de case
Den yo' really gotta go.
Weak are yo' lyrix
Weak are yo' rhymes
Now com' on, son
Quit wastin dis doGGs time
Does yo' mama know you up
As you skulkin in yo' room?
"Sonny-boy, Revan..get yo-self a broom...
Dis room is a tip,
And I'm really gonna FLIP...
Next time I catch you hidin' in Grandma's pantyhose,
I'm gonna phuck yo' up and give you a bloody nose"
Now listen to yo' mama,
Before she starts to stamma,
Cos she knows whats best
And if yo' good, she'll lend a dress
Cos we know yo' like dat shit
Even dough it's sick,
But each to their own,
Every LITTLE dog needs a bone,
Wait a minute...HOLD UP...
I think yo' mama be callin yo' ass home...
Check yo'self before I wreck yo'self.
Peas.
Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Yea...Dats right, little bird...I iZ bringin' whole lotta new flavaZ to da rap-game...'self-mofo-deprecation being key. Word. Check me...Now whas dis shit, Daft be here pullin?
Tryin to dis, but he ain't understoodin
Dat de flava I got
Dat de wordz dat I speak
Be kickin his b!tch-ass
From here to next week.Weak are yo' lyrix,
Weak are yo' rhymes
Now com' on, son
Quit wastin dis doGGs timeI ain't here to educate you
Or even placate you,
Cos you be a b!tch,
But yo' don't looky-likey ho
If that be de case
Den yo' really gotta go.Weak are yo' lyrix
Weak are yo' rhymes
Now com' on, son
Quit wastin dis doGGs timeDoes yo' mama know you up
As you skulkin in yo' room?
"Sonny-boy, Revan..get yo-self a broom...
Dis room is a tip,
And I'm really gonna FLIP...
Next time I catch you hidin' in Grandma's pantyhose,
I'm gonna phuck yo' up and give you a bloody nose"Now listen to yo' mama,
Before she starts to stamma,
Cos she knows whats best
And if yo' good, she'll lend a dress
Cos we know yo' like dat shit
Even dough it's sick,
But each to their own,
Every LITTLE dog needs a bone,
Wait a minute...HOLD UP...
I think yo' mama be callin yo' ass home...Check yo'self before I wreck yo'self.
Peas.
Man, what's this shit with you and hooks
You gotta lot to learn punk, go upstairs and hit the books
I hate to break it to you *****, but you ain't Snoop Dogg
Your rhymes are indecipherable, hazy like midnight fog
I'd call you a five year old if that diss weren't so cliche
Watch out or I'll turn you into rapper pate
And that's pronounced "Pa-tay" in case you didn't know
I know I'm wastin' my time, like cops at a PE show
Knowledge is lost on you, like retards at night school
You don't even make sense, don't play me for a fool
Here doggy, have a nice helping of your ass
My rhymes'll damage ya, like Chuck D and Ras Kass
I warned you about me, and I'm not playin' anymore
I hope somebody's listenin' to keep score
😐
Man, should I even try? Shiiiiit...Drop da beat...
Little man, in da pan
Yo' gotta add some salt,
As yo' start to bloat,
Dis doGG is da way,
Dis doGG is da life,
Now suck it up, punk.
Yo' be causin me no strife.
I'm the mutha-phuckin Jeesus,
I'm the mutha-phuckin King,
Please exit stage left...
Get outta the phuckin ring.
Bring on da next pretender to my throne,
I eat thro' little doGGs when dey show no back-bone,
I'm lookin for a doGG who can throw some bombs,
Not some punk-ass testin his wrestlin arm.
I'm ready for da next wigga,
If he, she, it can participate me
Bring it on, all yo mutha-phuckers...
Yo ain't never gonna deflate me.
I'm the mutha-****ing Jeesus,
I'm the mutha-****in King,
Please exit stage left...
Get outta the ****in ring.
Time was when I cared,
Riskin mixin wid da wildlife
But looks like yo' ass is domesticated...
Yo' like a fairy, Mr. Wifey-wife
I'm the mutha-****ing Jeesus,
I'm the mutha-****in King,
Please exit stage left...
Get outta the ****in ring.
Tryin to call out shit
Dat you're not understandin
I thought this was about ebonics?
Not some lady-boy who can't take da phonics.
I'm the mutha-****ing Jeesus,
I'm the mutha-****in King,
Please exit stage left...
Get outta the ****in ring.
Yo, step to dis, yo, step to dat,
The real message here is it sounds like yous gots da clap!
Masturbation is a better word for da sound comin from yo' trap
Rapperty-rap-tip-tap-tap
You're like a monkey-wrench rollin in my crap.
Peas. Check me.
Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Yo, G...I knows dat! DatZ wat I was sayin, yo.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.
the actor who played superman is now paralysed because he fell off a horse...
sum1 had to explain it to the poor kid, and i checked 1 page ahead and seems no1 picked up on it...if they have, can delete this post if u must 😛
EDIT: and ur about as gangstar as the chav kids who hang around the chippy down the bottom of my street