yo who's the illest willing-est ain't none prepared to this ya half steppin' shot more rounds in ya like Stephen Curry I bury any emcee in a hurry scatter the flurry competition once I began rap admission ain't no intermission takin all commisssion try to diss me on some sly shit naw I be the wickedest send ya jadin' like a kiss we gone make it crowns I take it no comp for the rap emperor y'all be inferior bow down to yo superior got more belts than a equator huh my flows is greatly cetane one strike ya bound to go insane in the brain bro I pack mad arsenal anything from pistols to pyros eat y'all up like gyros black bale known as an American psycho I'm bad as Michael with these rhymes I kick stick to ya brain cells like an architect drawin illusions y'all know the conclusion abusin' once I set the execution Enemies round me crows come to thee As I flip my expert weaponry only to get shook up like Joe Sullivan I got flows that could rock a nation I be the black rhinoceros and I'm makin' hip hop like biz markie but rap ain't a just a friend take lends out all ya want yosef can't be bought or taught I'm crazy as that bitch in misery makin' mystery as I make errands like mckey (Aaron Mckey)smokin' Phillies hanging my Willie girls under me like the president with 50 hoes across the board So sit back as I excel my vocal chords all aboard the MC train enterin' brains none stops once the flows drop I pop like Pringles makin' singles shiver through ya bodies like shingles a star like Ringo huh y'all be the nails in the coffin' I'm sneaky as I hammer Mcs often uh
Like I said before Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hardcore Uh Representin Biggie smalls in the house Uh Check it Huh Biggie smalls, kill without cause, I got more rhymes than high school got halls Put a swift kick to your balls, make you fall Pistol whip to your cheek, you best not speak Huh Word to mother, smoother than butter, you won’t see me coming like a dead beat brother Now you all alone, shits getting scary Now run me them jewels and the cash Ms Mary Before this Mac starts acting up Ain’t to proud to beg, I’ll pass you to my partner Craig Leave you dead, body starts leaking I told you before, no more whining or speaking Huh Gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666, got your girl sucking this big dick It ain’t the first time, damn sure ain’t the last Middle finger to the cops tell ‘em kiss my ass
Had to reply while blowing a L to the sky, Ain't gonna lie you just murdered that my guy, that whole flow you spit had me in the zone bar for bar that shit was winter cold like upper Canada where it's 6 below I'm watching Ellen like rest in peace to Twitch the bro The cleanest nigga niggas know that Keeps a filthy hoe, I honestly thought your shit was Bigs for a second I hope your rapping somewhere right now Killin a session!!!! 🔥 📛 #Jones
I'm coming through the doors with full phucking force I'm going straight for the source you better be scared henri might immerse but first let me start my verse I haven't gotten a time to rehearse, this shit can be worse, so be happy that I haven't cursed you yet. Boy you better believe that shit hurts, everyone knows I dress in black clothes, lurk in the shadows bitch that's how it goes. You wanna go I'll hit ya with a few blows to the nose and leave you to decompose So what's is it gonna be you gonna flee, let me grab my submachine and let's see. The key is to act crazy this kinda shit happens daily but always remember to have safety off. Pull the trigger blast off, henri is the last in the stand off, Cough cough
B.I.G the under taker, rhyme sayer, nigga got Madd cream cause Craig got the flavor’ my shit is deep then you’ve seen, 30 G’s on Brooklyn’s street! The wicket, sickest of the most illest! A.K.A New York’s uglylist, Queen’s Realist My time is over, Life gettin older, New York I put on we cross the city, Who own half of New York? Not Diddy But Jay-Z Shit comes busting crack the 9’s and then jail we leave behind We cans Brooklyn’s Finest B.I.G R.I.P us niggas gettin P.A.I.D we P.A.C too
Check it, Illustraight is the wittiest People say I’m wimpy? I dare them to hit this Christian’s lips If I was wimpy, I’d be with the fish and chips The strips and quarter-pounders, the eggs and toast, Bendy in a loaf Got it mastered like ninja techniques Dippies get cheap same way as shop bargains, with no pardons No, ‘Scuse me’s, no sorries nor scusi’s Rude floozies, only care for liquor-drinking Instagram vids and willy-flipping My flow gets trolls ‘Torn’ like Natalie or Rip and Wrapped up like features; cut off, they’re yeast-eaters Mean beaters, too stingy to accept me in their streets, uh Plonkers come up short, that’s how they fall like what the Bible speaks - read the book of Romans 3:23 Demons try to act and, they get a face-smacking Raw with the Matt, 4:4 hit them back like the guns talked about in street rap, my beat snaps same as sweet snacks, sesame or cracked seeds Proceed to, deck heathens, who bring subjective heat around my way, just like Cool J, hey I’m humble but insane Blowing spirits out my space, biblical and plain Kiss the ring, of the king, of autistic rap Treat broads like keyboards, unlocking all their caps Cowards
*biggie smalls IS THE GREATEST RAPPER OF ALL TIME !!!!!!!!!!*
I found myself saying "pause" waaayyyyy to many times while I was spitting BIGs verse! 😕
Shaheer Brown same too the point I just rather hear the beat than him spitting
Paly
Lol too many gay bars bruh
Robin'sRhapsody facts
Sounds like a “you” problem, Bub. I hear you but I’m able to move past it. Kind of just, ya know. Ignore it.
You da one making it gay🫡💅🏿🤜🏻🤛🏿🤷🏿♂️🤙🏿
Young King
no prince
N they tryna bust the bubble
The clips that i had as a kid
was mini, playin bubble trouble
Cool like dat baseline
Dope
Classic
Crazy and deranged
Noliar🚪🔪🎁😞🏡
Whoo Damn
*me and Mac posh dropped some heat over this shyt, true story*
yo who's the illest willing-est
ain't none prepared to this
ya half steppin' shot more rounds in ya like Stephen
Curry I bury any emcee in a hurry
scatter the flurry
competition once I began rap admission ain't no intermission
takin all commisssion
try to diss me on some sly shit
naw I be the wickedest send ya jadin' like a kiss we gone make it crowns I take it
no comp for the rap emperor y'all be inferior bow down to yo superior
got more belts than a equator huh
my flows is greatly cetane
one strike ya bound to go insane
in the brain bro
I pack mad arsenal anything from pistols to pyros
eat y'all up like gyros
black bale known as an American psycho
I'm bad as Michael
with these rhymes I kick stick
to ya brain cells like an architect
drawin illusions y'all know the conclusion
abusin' once I set the execution
Enemies round me crows come to thee
As I flip my expert weaponry
only to get shook up like Joe Sullivan
I got flows that could rock a nation I be the black rhinoceros and I'm makin'
hip hop like biz markie
but rap ain't a just a friend take lends
out all ya want yosef can't be bought or taught
I'm crazy as that bitch in misery
makin' mystery
as I make errands like mckey (Aaron Mckey)smokin' Phillies hanging my Willie
girls under me like the president with 50
hoes across the board
So sit back as I excel my vocal chords all aboard
the MC train enterin' brains
none stops once the flows drop
I pop
like Pringles makin' singles
shiver through ya bodies like shingles a star like Ringo
huh y'all be the nails in the coffin'
I'm sneaky as I hammer Mcs often uh
Yosef Amaryahu ima re write this verse that shit was ill bro
That went hard but I think I can do better
Quincy Coffield go on
Yosef Amaryahu dope😎
Yosef Amaryahu yo man that was wicked, no pun intended. Hmu if you ever need some beats.
The beat is "It aint my fault" by Casual.
*I didn’t mean to
Thank you!
Like I said before Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hardcore
Uh
Representin
Biggie smalls in the house
Uh
Check it
Huh
Biggie smalls, kill without cause, I got more rhymes than high school got halls
Put a swift kick to your balls, make you fall
Pistol whip to your cheek, you best not speak
Huh
Word to mother, smoother than butter, you won’t see me coming like a dead beat brother
Now you all alone, shits getting scary
Now run me them jewels and the cash Ms Mary
Before this Mac starts acting up
Ain’t to proud to beg, I’ll pass you to my partner Craig
Leave you dead, body starts leaking
I told you before, no more whining or speaking
Huh
Gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666, got your girl sucking this big dick
It ain’t the first time, damn sure ain’t the last
Middle finger to the cops tell ‘em kiss my ass
Had to reply while blowing a L to the sky,
Ain't gonna lie you just murdered that my guy,
that whole flow you spit had me in the zone
bar for bar that shit was winter cold
like upper Canada where it's 6 below
I'm watching Ellen like rest in peace to Twitch the bro
The cleanest nigga niggas know that
Keeps a filthy hoe,
I honestly thought your shit was Bigs for a second
I hope your rapping somewhere right now Killin a session!!!! 🔥 📛 #Jones
Dope beat, but the audio on this is straight dirt 🔥🔥🔥🔥
*wait didn’t old J drop some bars to this a while back ??*
Ill beat
LIFE IS BIG🎩🐲🐉
Shit slaps bro
Thanks broo
Yo nice but what about the first part? :(
*i rapped over this, just sayin*
jaja aparece os fã do nog
I'm coming through the doors with full phucking force I'm going straight for the source you better be scared henri might immerse but first let me start my verse I haven't gotten a time to rehearse, this shit can be worse, so be happy that I haven't cursed you yet. Boy you better believe that shit hurts, everyone knows I dress in black clothes, lurk in the shadows bitch that's how it goes. You wanna go I'll hit ya with a few blows to the nose and leave you to decompose
So what's is it gonna be you gonna flee, let me grab my submachine and let's see. The key is to act crazy this kinda shit happens daily but always remember to have safety off. Pull the trigger blast off, henri is the last in the stand off,
Cough cough
I wrote sum bars in the comments here now they dont appear. Maybe they jocked what the fuck i wrote, nowadays they take rhymes hip hop got no hope
B.I.G the under taker, rhyme sayer, nigga got Madd cream cause Craig got the
flavor’ my shit is deep then you’ve seen, 30 G’s on Brooklyn’s street! The wicket,
sickest of the most illest!
A.K.A New York’s uglylist, Queen’s Realist
My time is over, Life gettin older, New York I put on we cross the city,
Who own half of New York?
Not Diddy
But Jay-Z
Shit comes busting crack the 9’s and then jail we leave behind
We cans Brooklyn’s Finest
B.I.G R.I.P us niggas gettin P.A.I.D we P.A.C too
Yo make one with pauses? And is it free??
yes it's free
@@djpfreshking1 Ty bro so if I wanted to use this is it for non-profit?
@@Amaarc77 yeah anyone can use it
@@djpfreshking1 for non-profit use only right??
@@Amaarc77 Right
Originally written for Kim .
Check it, Illustraight is the wittiest
People say I’m wimpy? I dare them to hit this Christian’s lips
If I was wimpy, I’d be with the fish and chips
The strips and quarter-pounders, the eggs and toast, Bendy in a loaf
Got it mastered like ninja techniques
Dippies get cheap same way as shop bargains, with no pardons
No, ‘Scuse me’s, no sorries nor scusi’s
Rude floozies, only care for liquor-drinking
Instagram vids and willy-flipping
My flow gets trolls ‘Torn’ like Natalie or Rip and
Wrapped up like features; cut off, they’re yeast-eaters
Mean beaters, too stingy to accept me in their streets, uh
Plonkers come up short, that’s how they fall
like what the Bible speaks - read the book of Romans 3:23
Demons try to act and, they get a face-smacking
Raw with the Matt, 4:4 hit them back
like the guns talked about in street rap, my beat snaps
same as sweet snacks, sesame or cracked seeds
Proceed to, deck heathens, who bring subjective heat
around my way, just like Cool J, hey
I’m humble but insane
Blowing spirits out my space, biblical and plain
Kiss the ring, of the king, of autistic rap
Treat broads like keyboards, unlocking all their caps
Cowards