Simile's, Metaphors, Punchlines... Rhyme.

yeh thats nice...its still not major for me its still a simple concept that alot of emcees have made punches based on
 
talk about angry, i'm practically boiling at present
speaking in flames, flickering, trying to flash you the message
but i'm a drop the pretention in aims to teach you a lesson
let's talk about a hundred million televisions disconnected

talk about nicaraguan contras and the murder of che guevarra
and the us weapons that kept saddam hussein in power
talk about israeli settlements and illegal borders
let's talk about the ethnic cleansing going on in new orleans

beauracratic fat cats only aim to make wallets heavy
while they're watchin the poverty line rise up over the levees
but then we've been here already, why you think they're bombing nations
cause it's the neo con agenda to reduce the population

talk about bling, but forget where your blood diamonds come from
talk about the homeless children diggin them out under the sun
the same one that leaves a sparkle on the glasses of europeans
who have the nerve to quote angels while brushing wings with demons
 
i needed to kill some time so i shot my clock,

you could cut my nuts off in a card game and i still wont be spade(spayed)

you can see me on TV as im passing U up
I bring heat like a volcano invited to a dinner party
i got dead weight because i bought 5 lbs and shot em all

your rhymes are pussified so swisher house had to screw em

i stick to my word like i glued my hand to a dictionary

my words will kill you they were made by phillip morris

i like to do drugs in big rigs so its obvious i like to roll

if drugs were food then pass the butter cuz i love rolls

i put dead presidents to bed cuz i like to cover my money

i got a nine to five on the inside of my sweater cuz i love workin in the hood

i got more unsettled beef then cows with restless leg syndrom

Im the king, you couldnt be a ruler if your last name was office supplys

your girl calls me big boy but ive never been to frisch's

im a pane in your neck so you commited suicide with a window

my moneys hungry for a recipe so we can cook some profit

my rhymes hard as a callas, yours soft as lotion







i met a girl named electricity and was happy to meter(meet her)

my lines will kill you like overdosin on coke

my spits are sicker then a kid with cancer drooling

put my autograph on my bass becaused i sined it(you know, sine bass, signed-sine, lol, producer type joke)

i spit bizzare like chewin on a bar of d-12 tobacco

i like to do drugs on broken roller coasters so i can keep rolling

you could hide your stereo remote and still get played

my rhymes are good, you want proof? well so does d-12

bring money in my candy shop and get licked like a lollipop

my styles got u in a pickle like a cucumber
 
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Fake emcees lose energy when they grab hold the mic
Like Superman when his foes expose him to Kryptonite

I come off the head with rhymes like hair pieces with dandruff

If i ached like a bad tooth you couldnt feel(fill)me

The high priest of rhymes hip hop is my alliance
Over dope beats im conjured subliminally like a sceance

Forget a cheezy radio friendly hook or a phrase thats kinda catchy
If i was cloned and soaked in lighter fluid you couldnt match me
 
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i dont need liquid, ill use this strap to leave you wet

i got that heat thatll make ya cold

ya spits are easy to understand, and still dont make cents (sense)

leave you at the bottom of the lake and let the future produce-ya

ill rip out ya tongue so ya cant pull licks

lactose intolerant, and still eatin up the cheese (money)

only way you gettin a ***** is if ya put peanut butter on ya dick and hit the vet
 
POP POP POP POP do u hear dat sound? dudes gettin clapped on like da beat n da background. U cant comment on my style cuz i got alotta flows. So much dough in my pocket u could call em' dominoes.
 
...a twelve guage slug hitting your chest cavity/
is enough to make a 300 pound man defy gravity.........
 
How am I livin now?
You could say I'm managen,
Flows like pros stay froze like a manequin.
Wrists and neck so clean cut they need bandagen
You can't fu(k with my style, it's to damagen!
 
The door slams shut,

the kids stop the fight,

they look at their brother,

but only the rats bite.

cars are slowing,

glorys in sight,

trap door swings open,

rebels in the skylight.

cases exchanged,

only the good ones remain.

shots in the dark,

the police never came.

Just Waited and Waited

And Let the time pass by

Opend the Obitchuary to see the names of people that died.






A quick 16 i just typed.
 
man what happened to this thread, a bunch of people posting stuff in here thats not a similie,metaphor,or punchline.

You need stuff like this

your rhymes are pussified so swisher house had to screw em

if drugs were food then pass the butter cuz i love rolls

see, stuff like that, clever ish
 
Gutty, your a lil too hype, first of all.

But here's somethin'

The time is now, I gotta rise up while I ly them down/
On some beat a dead horse s***/
Rappas on they death bed, I'm beatin' on they corpses/
Metaphorically spoken, Sadistically jokin'/
Y'all still straight face, I'm tryna get 'em open/
 
none of thats an analogy, metaphor, or punchline

why dont you google those three words and find out what you really need to be droppin in this thread
 
Actually the whole thing is a metaphor. I could've simply said, I'm better than all these other artists, I'm making their careers end. But I said it like that ^^^ without using like or as. Also, the thread says punchlines. Therefore what else can you say to me? Nothing.

I put that up to simply show you that thos to lines you put up were not clever. It was something I could invision a little kid saying. I'm pretty sure your no little kid. No offense.

Now I can go back to talking improper. Since someone wanted to question my intelligence.
 
dude, u dont get it, i have conmplex and very creativer stuff, this is not a cypher thjread its simpley like just the punch

like this

i got dead weight like i bought 5 pounds and shot em all-just the punch, no need for the rhyme

also

this isnt my punch but, you can ask beavis i get nothing but head

you are not spittin any metaphors or similies

learn a little more man, then come back

im not tryin to dis, but you came incorrect
 
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