I’ll point the rocket like Chris Paul, rifles like the size of Britney griner that bitch tall, I’m risking 20 years before I work at the strip mall, you saying you the plug but never answered a brick call, you’d testify, compress the dope and cut it less to get em extra high, ima get this money til ima sleeping with the pesticides
hottest flow in the game who want it? not a soul... follow the yellow brick road to the pot of gold.... i gotta go... bididat take that and roll... half ass rap tracks will never stack cash...
It's time to speak the truth, if you see me, you'll see the truth, give me any beat, and I'll give a speech in the booth, no written lyrics, because I ain't got any limits, in the booth, my shit's sweet in the tooth, but ya'll tastin defeat in the booth. I'm with every key on these beats, I'm with every key on these sheets. I'm with every key on the streets. I'm tryin to feed my peeps on these streets. I carry the heat so retreat when you see me on these streets. real talk.
Yo we in a fight here Accept Jesus Christ and get your sight clear I write clear Versus about Christ Lord And praise Him thru the night for All my life and eternity I don’t know if you’re hearing me I’m seeking Jesus with a urgency This is breaking news I’m Ron burgundy I had a disease til I got surgery By Christ’s word Now I like serve The only true God I was too fraud I got two jobs Praise the Lord and praise the Lord I don’t know what y’all waiting for Take a tour Of the Bible And get revival And give your soul peace I’m Jesus sheep like my name is bo peep His ways are so deep I wish I could get no sleep So I had more time to praise dawg Without Yahweh I am way odd Even on my day job I stay singing songs I was thinking wrong Til I met Christ Now I’m like snoop dogg living my best life
Close your childs eyes take away there life the skys brown eyes beat on there heart torn up family growing apart they can have a new start take away the beat clean up and praise a new rap sheet police got you beat down to the ground, quick witha thud aint another brother make a sound like that quick like a nightsick, hit you like a bat we raise from the graves until the roof is raised i dont give a damn no more thats just the man i am who are you to me another crip or a capital B
yer watchin a master at work, born straight, another natural disaster from earth, ya heard, i roll up an blaze, spit fire, i hold up every day, and reach higher, for perks, i do the brick work, bitches slip words, then bitches miss nurse, i disperse words DUI while DTP, so flip the games over, cause im the games MVP, cause i spit, mother fuckers, they see a survivor, all others spit, all i see is saliva, i wont deprive ya, from the greatness, im the best around and im not gon debate this! -Twig
its just a game lOl: i dont miss/call me kevin garnett/or better yet/call me 2k8 kobe/or..../obi wan kenobi/drinkin SoBe/gettin energy/syringe in me/playin sony/gettin high off the Haze shooter.../try'n slow me/solid bars cant hold me/Metal Gears Better Fear/cause you know me/walkin round sportin Halos slowly/and you Devils May Cry...4/i am holy/homie know he..../lonely in the Dark Sector/i done wrecked a/nother good vehicle/this a bad omen/its okay/let me call Roman/he'll send a truck/bar open
shea!i always aim 4 da head cuz u knom im kinda insane in da head shellz go through ya head hit ya brain den ya head full peezy squeezin let it bang leave you dead you be eatin shellz wit da cheeze well you could taste da tech last thing you gon hear is da BANG BANG BLAH!
yo its been month since i ripped dis beat finally got the energy to revive the life of MC this isn't like startrack galactic conquest this is the life that i lived and mastered an accomplished ha ha ha yes im laughing just saw a bod mon pun de street na blasting so i carry on with the laughing what happen to the music soon u get rich u lose it an abuse it its to toxic you die from it repping bloods or crips im 17 an im done with it cuz im my self an nothing can challange it im to fucking sick
Rappin is my Lifestyle. thats wat im Living Off/ Excuse my flow for the Continuous Cough/ If u didnt get the line Meaning Im Sick and Im Raw/ Breaking the laws. not giving a Fuck at Allll/ Aim for the Head no Hesitation. no need to Pause/ One hit to the Leg.. Two hits to the Chest/ Gaspin on the Stretcher trying to hold is Last Breathe/ ..uhh Yes im on Top, im far from the Rest/ Love money to Death i mean im so Obsessed/ .If ya Lyrics aint right im Something u shouldn't Test/
Where i'm from dey say we not guaranteed 2 C sixteen/So niccas out here live they life like da big screen/A nicca catch u sleeping u gon wake 2 a red beam/Its so hot in my hood it dont rain it just steam/And not one of yall youtube niccas know what i mean/
you see me kno im da best/paranoid so i got a bulletproof vest/ missin ma homies, missin ma dawgs/ ones who got shot up at da mall/ or da ones who got blasted on by dem niggaz out da car/ i feel like death is never really far/ so i keep ma heat concealed/ pull it out an show whos real/ nobody accused me of bein fake after dat day/ i can still remember da look on his face/ ain nothin doe fucc it he was gon die anyway/ ain nothin ta G/ dis regular in da 513
huh aim for the head and clap lead kill it till i cant tell kill until i can't tell if its a female or male nutter him and the beat got raps ready like a can of fresh beets and u know the kid he bring the heat let these people know i anit playing round spray a round and make they ass get outta town like waka flocka say i don't laugh all i do is frown lay ya all in bed no nightgown make the toster go right on ya crown
Ighht Ighht I Feel Dis I Really Do Man Dnt Get It confused im in this shit 2 win n i dont know about u but i dnt got to be flowin bout a milli a deali or a few bitches gettin silly, I come out wit a heart fiull of problems n a shot to tha head would only solve um, no way no how cuzz i know 1 day god gon come n plow all our situations all a side maybe when im all n over czuzz a nigga bound ta die, aint no where to climb no jole to seep thre n all the homes i see u stugglin in these times man all
i pack the heat and rhymed to 1000 beats com round ya hood and smile wen ya say ur beasts look at me funy lil bitch goodnite rest in peace the mice luv u now cuz u look like swiss cheese dont dout my cake my wallets big i hold gees pull the triga down and blo a hol in both nees and u kno i smoke tht ganja aka i blo trees i run theese streets suplien all da crak feens and our crews xpandin we now accept young teens.....Philly reppin it all day
niggaz got there vest on but im aiming for the head we aint the same cut from a different cloth 4'5 go off u can catch bulletts like randy moss I dont hustle im the boss son wave those helicopters in the air like petey pablo
and if you say get em,damit i get em then, cute with the ladies,funny like letterman, cops i say fuck em,stay inside,dont let em in, got enough shit on my table its quite evident got the peoples vote and i aint even president ima 703 white boy in the residense, goin hard like weezy not like mr.federlin, oops i mean federline here an even better line my chain call it sun everyday i let it shine was that good enough or do you need more proof i am the best rapper anyone else ignored too
Aye Look...I chose growing up the hard way / Even though the son bright like broad day / Im tryna get right I listen to my momz say / Jae leave it alone and try to find Gods way / You dont know what im going through (madd stressin) / But I know who im going to (madd blessing) / (Yes) Free me from transgressions / You only doing right while living by God Blessings / Maybe if I do right God he can bring me a new light / Cause im feeling blind I need a new sight ~Jae Blessed~
Yo have you ever been kicked out of ya own home? Have you ever had to go outside and carry the chrome? I doubt it so stop acting like you real, Cuz i know about 40 niggaz that are actually trill, We move tha fucking coke, see this game isnt no fucking joke, you make one wrong move, you end up in tha pen, or even worse. you'll end up dead. Ive seen bullets fly past my dome, ive been scared to go outside my home, But thats just the fucking hustle, never forget to carry your muscle. EBONICZ!
took a break for a minute but now I'm back on it/ the flow so nice I don't even need a track on it/ my acapellas got the haters thinkin, "daggonit, the young nigga murdered the verse and sprinkled crack on it..."
FRESH!! fresher then a newborn FLY!! flyer then the 2 tone drippin off the Caddy/roll another fatty, im tryna get high like being low scarry/DAMN. im feelin invincible/cant nobody see me im feel in invisible/been on the top a very very long time/put in long work got a very very hard grind/i spit heavy feelin sore in my lower spine/plus the chain dont help/got more rocks on the surface(surface of charm) then volcanoes got/
lol aint nobody tryna be gangsta, so how am i fake? and when u call me a n.e.r.d it doesnt offend me. i dont know anyone who doesnt play xbox or playstation, what your too cool for that? hip hop is about playing with words for the amusement of self and others, lol "are you not entertained!?" have fun, dont hate, and God Bless my sista...have a blessed day
clichee" and i am discraced misplaced hate misplaced loyalty look im royalty the main case must be the brief il be the cheif but givit up now i were the crown i is the beast i jus woke up to join the feast now i have been released so at peace but im still not pleased everybody i ask what has been achieved for along time i have grieved i can be grimey try me see what hapens fly bye me i can lie c light as a feather grab ur umbrella cus im rain flowin dwn an there aint no1 better
stayed in the streets when I shoulda been in school but the teacher couldn't profess lessons that i'd learn from different sessions and situations the ghetto essence of my adolescence is still present but I try to suppress it I don't know why when I shoulda sometimes just let my true self fly and show these fools why I don't need 'em my gifts I give to feed 'em but they gettin' too greedy biten up my styles and facts liven fat off my clever raps but now I'm gunna have to put an end to that
Auggy on a another cassidy beat any competion strate difeat I usualy write most my stuff sheet after sheet ....of paper Cause I'm money hungry and i dont mean da book Bars so hot the beat starting to cook ONE ON ONE rapping Dis 14 year old will have any nigga shook Cake the only thing I take opurtunity the only thing i took can't c me honestly try to take a look brains is the key to any lock in world we call earth beast since birth got me wondering wat is life realy worth If jus end up n dirt
i stand out homie yall just blend in like the gecko/i got the best flow and i betcho best flow aitn evn closed to my retro/the old shit i spit bacc on the metro when i went home/ gut a *phillie*get rolled then i get blown/high off the crack i spit when i kik poems/get loaded unloadin venom like cobras i told ya yall niggas cola when ya head fiz like soda/make it clear so its crystal to why i fold ya/rymes bust like pistols trust im skilled out the holsta.....cali nigga whattup
Study times over now heres the test/Why you mcs all tryin to be like da rest/ Instead just like the best/that means me/ I go back da name of Little King/You lil niggas just can't see/Rap aint bout being rock hard killa/It's about doing what you love n'makin some scrilla/Makin them haters feel ya/Cuz you reala then them/Til the end/ Of time I spit my flow cuz all i like to do is rhyme/ I'm better than you and havent reached my prime/
look boy i hold paper like a book boy/ and hold heat i aint never been a shook boy/ been known to roast up beef like ima cook boy/ and make ya girl have a change of hearts from one look boy/ ima pimp ill take ur lady treat her like i love her smut her then pay me.. lol
My lyrics are like an AK, it'll blow your fuckin mind/ Dropping these ill bars should send me behind bars doing time/ Cuz I'm so deep with it, nigga you can't keep up with it/ Fucking with these sucker MC's, I'll put on a clinic/ Call it a mind fuck, I'm just that straight like a line-up/ But these so called hustlers yap that my grinds' stuck/ So the truth is dude lied, I'm hotter than July/ That nigga you know is only black in color like hair dye/
The bell rung So the hell's on With fire to flame You haven't started yet and I retired your game My empire's insane Warrior with a cry when he slays Till you're bloody and can barely regain consciousness That's how I be dropping it Dumping bodies in piles thugs be loving it No mercy All dirty All my work is done already You're done like spaghetti With your balls on top Your blood is the sauce and the rest of you is noodle So don't draw a gun just take a paper and doodle Or make u into menudo
lemme spit quick, flow got hatas lip twitch, understand it n tell me my shits sick, ur shits need fix, for real this took me less than 5 minutes, beat made for punchlines, knockin some of ya'll out like a good punch timed, damn spittin fire like i got a donald trump mind, replies to this is unheard.. call it "donald duck rhymes" lol and on my clown like ronald man fuck swines! (R.i.p. Sean Bell)
No one better not copyright me, cause i'm more than likely, to see you in ya city, where I sight see, Go on an try me. for real i killed this beat nigga. Holla at me.
my flows personified is an endless water stream I'ma star in the light, yall folks behind the scenes lyrics bring fear, read my words you'll dare to scream imprinted on your brain, stayin up cuz you scared to dream milky smooth on the grind even when compared to cream back breakin beats I make crack your spine and tear your splean look u in the eye, my retina's glarin beams you an illusion, they got me swearin things
Aim for the head, Like he were a zombie Quick grab the money Get in the car, leave him on the ground Outside of the bar Its dark out no one has noticed so far Cop sirens go off in the distance, Car rumbles from power of pistons We turn around, Pull off a U-turn Grabbed a molotov, threw it, watched the place burn As we head to the west side, We had a hitch hiker's thumb out for a ride we pick him up, Our luck he had a gun, The driver he shot, now he's dead and done, I got away, cowardly i run
me and my niggas out on the ave buggin/niggas talkin garbage and we get to trash dumpin/ we aint gon ask nuthin/jus plugm punchlines the saftey but ill still slugm/they kno he dead but theyll nudgem/like you alrite booy? but still nothin/see to kills nothin/and im for real cuzzn/i jus batem like i do u/watch you go for the hook then u ghost too/im out for bread so its nothin to toast you/but i aint gone boast dude/wait for you lame ducks to say it then i roast you
aim for tha head when you see em go get em, like ash ketchum gotta catch em, gettin brain cause im thinkin, on the edge and spittin, spendin on the vintage, spinnin on 26s, rims bigga then midgets, im high and seconds feel like minutes, bros befo hoes dependin on what im gettin, makin a livin off spittin or killin, dependin on how im feelin, gettin head from triple im still single, stackin chips not pringle, tell my baby mamas to call at 6 its 11 the phones still ringin, spittin like mentals,
on my grind in the dope scene higher then yo best dreams chili peppa eyes and i'm lookin for tha viscene chevy lookin so clean ridin down on 3rd street bitches gettin down when they hear the sound of my beat not the best rhyme but i'm reppin the MQ baby
lightin tracks like a million matches u just stracthin aint even matchin u lackin da skill im defined as ill traslastion u road kill dont fuck wit da beast leave u deseased i gotta eat ears stay to da street same time killin beats grind every week even when u asleep dis complete dis if u want beef
I ain't the game, n for sure i aint cass/ but who cares cuz when i spit it's so hot n fast/ I'm havin a blast, bout' to rob another Bitch/ Keep tryna stop me boy, is you tryna get hit/Now I just took anotha mil/ I'm ready to kill/ I'ma bring this pain, you better bring anotha pill/ Im pullin out this gun, won't miss cuz I got da skill/ Don't care about haters, just stayin on my grind/ If you piss me off, you best start lookin behind/ Don't hide, just run/ I'm chasing like a marathon, except I
its just a game lOl: i dont miss/call me kevin garnett/or better yet/call me 2k9 kobe/or..../obi wan kenobi/drinkin SoBe/gettin energy/syringe in me/playin sony/gettin high off the Haze shooter.../try'n slow me/solid bars cant hold me/Metal Gears Better Fear/cause you know me/walkin round sportin Halos slowly/and you Devils May Cry/...4 i am holy/homie know he lonely in the Dark Sector/i done wrecked a/nother good vehicle/this a bad omen/its okay/let me call Roman/he'll send a truck/bar open
gherbo breakfast club interview brought me here
me 2
Just got brought here from same vid lmao
Same lol
🙋🏽♂️
juice freestyled to this
You are watching a master at work
those barz was real ill ...4 realll niceeee
Herbo
I’ll point the rocket like Chris Paul, rifles like the size of Britney griner that bitch tall, I’m risking 20 years before I work at the strip mall, you saying you the plug but never answered a brick call, you’d testify, compress the dope and cut it less to get em extra high, ima get this money til ima sleeping with the pesticides
love this shit
ima dboy, and im tryna make more loot
so i gotta stay focused like the ford coupe
gangsta🤐
Matt Hoffa interview w/ G Herbo brought me here.
hottest flow in the game
who want it? not a soul...
follow the yellow brick
road to the pot of gold....
i gotta go...
bididat take that and roll...
half ass rap tracks
will never stack cash...
It's time to speak the truth, if you see me, you'll see the truth, give me any beat, and I'll give a speech in the booth, no written lyrics, because I ain't got any limits, in the booth, my shit's sweet in the tooth, but ya'll tastin defeat in the booth. I'm with every key on these beats, I'm with every key on these sheets. I'm with every key on the streets. I'm tryin to feed my peeps on these streets. I carry the heat so retreat when you see me on these streets. real talk.
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ive seen some hot ones from this dude smallville he be rippin shit on youtube
Yo we in a fight here
Accept Jesus Christ and get your sight clear
I write clear
Versus about Christ Lord
And praise Him thru the night for
All my life and eternity
I don’t know if you’re hearing me
I’m seeking Jesus with a urgency
This is breaking news I’m Ron burgundy
I had a disease til I got surgery
By Christ’s word
Now I like serve
The only true God
I was too fraud
I got two jobs
Praise the Lord and praise the Lord
I don’t know what y’all waiting for
Take a tour
Of the Bible
And get revival
And give your soul peace
I’m Jesus sheep like my name is bo peep
His ways are so deep
I wish I could get no sleep
So I had more time to praise dawg
Without Yahweh I am way odd
Even on my day job
I stay singing songs
I was thinking wrong
Til I met Christ
Now I’m like snoop dogg living my best life
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I gotta cat in the hat wit a bat that’s fat give a whiplash like a bad crash
yaaaawn
Close your childs eyes
take away there life the skys
brown eyes beat on there heart
torn up family growing apart
they can have a new start
take away the beat
clean up and praise a new rap sheet
police got you beat
down to the ground, quick witha thud
aint another brother make a sound like that
quick like a nightsick, hit you like a bat
we raise from the graves until the roof is raised
i dont give a damn no more
thats just the man i am
who are you to me
another crip or a capital B
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yer watchin a master at work, born straight, another natural disaster from earth, ya heard,
i roll up an blaze, spit fire, i hold up every day, and reach higher, for perks, i do the brick work, bitches slip words, then bitches miss nurse, i disperse words DUI while DTP, so flip the games over, cause im the games MVP, cause i spit, mother fuckers, they see a survivor, all others spit, all i see is saliva, i wont deprive ya, from the greatness, im the best around and im not gon debate this! -Twig
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messsyyyyy
its just a game lOl:
i dont miss/call me kevin garnett/or better yet/call me 2k8 kobe/or..../obi wan kenobi/drinkin SoBe/gettin energy/syringe in me/playin sony/gettin high off the Haze shooter.../try'n slow me/solid bars cant hold me/Metal Gears Better Fear/cause you know me/walkin round sportin Halos slowly/and you Devils May Cry...4/i am holy/homie know he..../lonely in the Dark Sector/i done wrecked a/nother good vehicle/this a bad omen/its okay/let me call Roman/he'll send a truck/bar open
shea!i always aim 4 da head cuz u knom im kinda insane in da head shellz go through ya head hit ya brain den ya head full peezy squeezin let it bang leave you dead you be eatin shellz wit da cheeze well you could taste da tech last thing you gon hear is da BANG BANG BLAH!
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true
i like this better than the song
Bruh I wrote a lot of sht to this beat over the years
dude game just freestylee on this
@MauiWowiHydroo I'll respond to it anyways and catch up.
yo its been month since i ripped dis beat finally got the energy to revive the life of MC this isn't like startrack galactic conquest this is the life that i lived and mastered an accomplished ha ha ha yes im laughing just saw a bod mon pun de street na blasting so i carry on with the laughing what happen to the music soon u get rich u lose it an abuse it its to toxic you die from it repping bloods or crips im 17 an im done with it cuz im my self an nothing can challange it im to fucking sick
yall garbag mane,im goin show yall real quicc iight
y do ppl write verses on youtube i havent seen one das worth reading
yooo i needc witnesses....between me and that southside dude.....be real hit us with comments...llet us kno who got who
Rappin is my Lifestyle. thats wat im Living Off/
Excuse my flow for the Continuous Cough/
If u didnt get the line Meaning Im Sick and Im Raw/
Breaking the laws. not giving a Fuck at Allll/
Aim for the Head no Hesitation. no need to Pause/
One hit to the Leg.. Two hits to the Chest/
Gaspin on the Stretcher trying to hold is Last Breathe/
..uhh Yes im on Top, im far from the Rest/
Love money to Death i mean im so Obsessed/
.If ya Lyrics aint right im Something u shouldn't Test/
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Where i'm from dey say we not guaranteed 2 C sixteen/So niccas out here live they life like da big screen/A nicca catch u sleeping u gon wake 2 a red beam/Its so hot in my hood it dont rain it just steam/And not one of yall youtube niccas know what i mean/
you see me kno im da best/paranoid so i got a bulletproof vest/ missin ma homies, missin ma dawgs/ ones who got shot up at da mall/ or da ones who got blasted on by dem niggaz out da car/ i feel like death is never really far/ so i keep ma heat concealed/ pull it out an show whos real/ nobody accused me of bein fake after dat day/ i can still remember da look on his face/ ain nothin doe fucc it he was gon die anyway/ ain nothin ta G/ dis regular in da 513
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@MauiWowiHydroo I apologizes. I had to handle some stuff. I misunderstood you I didn't know you wanted to going on for more.
huh aim for the head and clap lead
kill it till i cant tell
kill until i can't tell if its a female or male
nutter him and the beat got raps ready like a can of fresh beets
and u know the kid he bring the heat
let these people know i anit playing round
spray a round and make they ass get outta town
like waka flocka say i don't laugh all i do is frown
lay ya all in bed no nightgown
make the toster go right on ya crown
battle me son
Ighht Ighht I Feel Dis I Really Do Man Dnt Get It confused im in this shit 2 win n i dont know about u but i dnt got to be flowin bout a milli a deali or a few bitches gettin silly, I come out wit a heart fiull of problems n a shot to tha head would only solve um, no way no how cuzz i know 1 day god gon come n plow all our situations all a side maybe when im all n over czuzz a nigga bound ta die, aint no where to climb no jole to seep thre n all the homes i see u stugglin in these times man all
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lol
ok kbeezy i fucks wit this freestyle u ard
Any mispelled words are because of TH-cam's character limit.
i pack the heat and rhymed to 1000 beats
com round ya hood and smile wen ya say ur beasts
look at me funy lil bitch goodnite rest in peace
the mice luv u now cuz u look like swiss cheese
dont dout my cake my wallets big i hold gees
pull the triga down and blo a hol in both nees
and u kno i smoke tht ganja aka i blo trees
i run theese streets suplien all da crak feens
and our crews xpandin we now accept young teens.....Philly reppin it all day
i got somethin for yall
yo battle me somebody
niggaz got there vest on but im aiming for the head we aint the same cut from a different cloth 4'5 go off u can catch bulletts like randy moss I dont hustle im the boss son wave those helicopters in the air like petey pablo
and if you say get em,damit i get em then,
cute with the ladies,funny like letterman,
cops i say fuck em,stay inside,dont let em in,
got enough shit on my table its quite evident
got the peoples vote and i aint even president
ima 703 white boy in the residense,
goin hard like weezy not like mr.federlin,
oops i mean federline here an even better line
my chain call it sun everyday i let it shine
was that good enough or do you need more proof
i am the best rapper anyone else ignored too
proved to be fictional*
Aye
Look...I chose growing up the hard way / Even though the son bright like broad day / Im tryna get right I listen to my momz say / Jae leave it alone and try to find Gods way / You dont know what im going through (madd stressin) / But I know who im going to (madd blessing) / (Yes) Free me from transgressions / You only doing right while living by God Blessings / Maybe if I do right God he can bring me a new light / Cause im feeling blind I need a new sight
~Jae Blessed~
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Yo have you ever been kicked out of ya own home? Have you ever had to go outside and carry the chrome? I doubt it so stop acting like you real, Cuz i know about 40 niggaz that are actually trill, We move tha fucking coke, see this game isnt no fucking joke, you make one wrong move, you end up in tha pen, or even worse. you'll end up dead. Ive seen bullets fly past my dome, ive been scared to go outside my home, But thats just the fucking hustle, never forget to carry your muscle. EBONICZ!
took a break for a minute but now I'm back on it/ the flow so nice I don't even need a track on it/ my acapellas got the haters thinkin, "daggonit, the young nigga murdered the verse and sprinkled crack on it..."
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FRESH!! fresher then a newborn FLY!! flyer then the 2 tone drippin off the Caddy/roll another fatty, im tryna get high like being low scarry/DAMN. im feelin invincible/cant nobody see me im feel in invisible/been on the top a very very long time/put in long work got a very very hard grind/i spit heavy feelin sore in my lower spine/plus the chain dont help/got more rocks on the surface(surface of charm) then volcanoes got/
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lol aint nobody tryna be gangsta, so how am i fake? and when u call me a n.e.r.d it doesnt offend me. i dont know anyone who doesnt play xbox or playstation, what your too cool for that? hip hop is about playing with words for the amusement of self and others, lol "are you not entertained!?" have fun, dont hate, and God Bless my sista...have a blessed day
clichee"
and i am discraced misplaced
hate misplaced loyalty look im royalty the main case
must be the brief il be the cheif but givit up now i were the crown i is the beast
i jus woke up to join the feast now i have been released
so at peace but im still not pleased
everybody i ask what has been achieved
for along time i have grieved i can be grimey
try me see what hapens fly bye me i can lie c
light as a feather grab ur umbrella cus im rain flowin dwn an there aint no1 better
lol why in the heck yall puttin yall rapz out so ppl can steal'em?
stayed in the streets when I shoulda been in school but the teacher couldn't profess lessons that i'd learn from different sessions and situations the ghetto essence of my adolescence is still present but I try to suppress it I don't know why when I shoulda sometimes just let my true self fly and show these fools why I don't need 'em my gifts I give to feed 'em but they gettin' too greedy biten up my styles and facts liven fat off my clever raps but now I'm gunna have to put an end to that
Auggy on a another cassidy beat
any competion strate difeat
I usualy write most my stuff sheet after sheet ....of paper
Cause I'm money hungry and i dont mean da book
Bars so hot the beat starting to cook
ONE ON ONE rapping Dis 14 year old will have any nigga shook
Cake the only thing I take opurtunity the only thing i took
can't c me honestly try to take a look
brains is the key to any lock
in world we call earth
beast since birth
got me wondering wat is life realy worth
If jus end up n dirt
i gotta rip em
i stand out homie yall just blend in like the gecko/i got the best flow and i betcho best flow aitn evn closed to my retro/the old shit i spit bacc on the metro when i went home/ gut a *phillie*get rolled then i get blown/high off the crack i spit when i kik poems/get loaded unloadin venom like cobras i told ya yall niggas cola when ya head fiz like soda/make it clear so its crystal to why i fold ya/rymes bust like pistols trust im skilled out the holsta.....cali nigga whattup
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any body want me to kill this beat just say kill it
Study times over now heres the test/Why you mcs all tryin to be like da rest/ Instead just like the best/that means me/ I go back da name of Little King/You lil niggas just can't see/Rap aint bout being rock hard killa/It's about doing what you love n'makin some scrilla/Makin them haters feel ya/Cuz you reala then them/Til the end/ Of time I spit my flow cuz all i like to do is rhyme/ I'm better than you and havent reached my prime/
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look boy i hold paper like a book boy/
and hold heat i aint never been a shook boy/
been known to roast up beef like ima cook boy/
and make ya girl have a change of hearts from one look boy/
ima pimp ill take ur lady treat her like i love her smut her then pay me.. lol
Reading these weak lyrics is not something that people want to do.
Reading these weak lyrics is not something that people want to do.
Reading these weak lyrics is not something that people want to do.
siik..yal chek out ma video response 2 diz shit......
i made the best freestyle to this off the dome industry wise too
My lyrics are like an AK, it'll blow your fuckin mind/
Dropping these ill bars should send me behind bars doing time/
Cuz I'm so deep with it, nigga you can't keep up with it/
Fucking with these sucker MC's, I'll put on a clinic/
Call it a mind fuck, I'm just that straight like a line-up/
But these so called hustlers yap that my grinds' stuck/
So the truth is dude lied, I'm hotter than July/
That nigga you know is only black in color like hair dye/
o but the end kinda lossed that fire
Check out the instrumental i post up
This track is Cass, Jin, & J-Hood, not the Game.
The bell rung So the hell's on With fire to flame You haven't started yet and I retired your game My empire's insane Warrior with a cry when he slays Till you're bloody and can barely regain consciousness That's how I be dropping it Dumping bodies in piles thugs be loving it No mercy All dirty All my work is done already You're done like spaghetti With your balls on top Your blood is the sauce and the rest of you is noodle So don't draw a gun just take a paper and doodle Or make u into menudo
lemme spit quick, flow got hatas lip twitch, understand it n tell me my shits sick, ur shits need fix, for real this took me less than 5 minutes, beat made for punchlines, knockin some of ya'll out like a good punch timed, damn spittin fire like i got a donald trump mind, replies to this is unheard.. call it "donald duck rhymes" lol and on my clown like ronald man fuck swines! (R.i.p. Sean Bell)
No one better not copyright me, cause i'm more than likely, to see you in ya city, where I sight see, Go on an try me. for real i killed this beat nigga. Holla at me.
easy
I snape on this instrumental check me out at young ''assassin'' pay back of the aim by your head instrumental
Richporter
cassidy and the game are real gangs
Everyone who likes beats like these should check out my song called Actin like u know. It would be perfect 4 cassidy
my flows personified is an endless water stream
I'ma star in the light, yall folks behind the scenes
lyrics bring fear, read my words you'll dare to scream
imprinted on your brain, stayin up cuz you scared to dream
milky smooth on the grind even when compared to cream
back breakin beats I make crack your spine and tear your splean
look u in the eye, my retina's glarin beams
you an illusion, they got me swearin things
Lame 😒
Aim for the head, Like he were a zombie
Quick grab the money
Get in the car, leave him on the ground
Outside of the bar
Its dark out no one has noticed so far
Cop sirens go off in the distance, Car rumbles from power of pistons
We turn around, Pull off a U-turn
Grabbed a molotov, threw it, watched the place burn
As we head to the west side, We had a hitch hiker's thumb out for a ride
we pick him up, Our luck he had a gun, The driver he shot, now he's dead and done, I got away, cowardly i run
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me and my niggas out on the ave buggin/niggas talkin garbage and we get to trash dumpin/ we aint gon ask nuthin/jus plugm punchlines the saftey but ill still slugm/they kno he dead but theyll nudgem/like you alrite booy? but still nothin/see to kills nothin/and im for real cuzzn/i jus batem like i do u/watch you go for the hook then u ghost too/im out for bread so its nothin to toast you/but i aint gone boast dude/wait for you lame ducks to say it then i roast you
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I'm abt 2 kill this beat
aim for tha head when you see em go get em, like ash ketchum gotta catch em, gettin brain cause im thinkin, on the edge and spittin, spendin on the vintage, spinnin on 26s, rims bigga then midgets, im high and seconds feel like minutes, bros befo hoes dependin on what im gettin, makin a livin off spittin or killin, dependin on how im feelin, gettin head from triple im still single, stackin chips not pringle, tell my baby mamas to call at 6 its 11 the phones still ringin, spittin like mentals,
no...
dotn liek writen to much...
naw
on my grind in the dope scene
higher then yo best dreams
chili peppa eyes and i'm lookin for tha viscene
chevy lookin so clean
ridin down on 3rd street
bitches gettin down when they hear the sound of my beat
not the best rhyme but i'm reppin the MQ baby
nah...actually yo rymes way better then pizza... that nigga look like a jonas brother lol
tha fuck is this supposed to be?
lightin tracks like a million matches u just stracthin aint even matchin u lackin da skill im defined as ill traslastion u road kill dont fuck wit da beast leave u deseased i gotta eat ears stay to da street same time killin beats grind every week even when u asleep dis complete dis if u want beef
@YungFame843 i gave u a thumbs down (i ve seen u other posts n u could of done a lot better like on burn dis city u was deccent)
...no bueno clown
This beat is product Swiss goes too far sometimes.
I ain't the game, n for sure i aint cass/ but who cares cuz when i spit it's so hot n fast/ I'm havin a blast, bout' to rob another Bitch/ Keep tryna stop me boy, is you tryna get hit/Now I just took anotha mil/ I'm ready to kill/ I'ma bring this pain, you better bring anotha pill/ Im pullin out this gun, won't miss cuz I got da skill/ Don't care about haters, just stayin on my grind/ If you piss me off, you best start lookin behind/ Don't hide, just run/ I'm chasing like a marathon, except I
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its just a game lOl:
i dont miss/call me kevin garnett/or better yet/call me 2k9 kobe/or..../obi wan kenobi/drinkin SoBe/gettin energy/syringe in me/playin sony/gettin high off the Haze shooter.../try'n slow me/solid bars cant hold me/Metal Gears Better Fear/cause you know me/walkin round sportin Halos slowly/and you Devils May Cry/...4 i am holy/homie know he lonely in the Dark Sector/i done wrecked a/nother good vehicle/this a bad omen/its okay/let me call Roman/he'll send a truck/bar open
any body want me to kill this beat just say kill it