Start a rhmye offf, here we gooo, first line....

Allow Me To Cut In!!!!!(check it and add on!!)

Bloodshot is my gaze as I stare at the rays of the moon
Insomnia, it`s time to bring Bosnia to Brooklyn
`Cause it`s the ethnic cleansing, lyrical rinsing
Leaving negativity wincing
I`m grimacing as a migraine pounds my brain
Hard to sustain the excrutiating pain
`Cause I`m faced with a difficult delima
Should I be a killa?, or a dialect deliverer
A red coin is tossed
If it lands on heads you`re dead, tails impaled it`s still a loss
It`s a 22 catch so fetch
Your eyes are met ,with the icy stare of a wretch
I`m nauseated at the same niggas on the same corner
I know eventually gonna wanna
Bring a little ruckus, like Dick Butckus, I don`t give a phuck cause
The nigga Waakiyl is the buttahs
I have no fear `cause fears for a clitoris
I collected many of bruises for dues remember this!
If death has to chose between us two
Sorry kid it has to be you!

Peace to Cycium X, S(k)etch,Sushi,Neema,Flareward,
and Counterfeit.

Let`s keep it going I pass the mic

S.O.S
 
That ill

We can do it in Chino, we can do it in Sing Sing
Dirty Mike is a solder never see me with bling bling
Bend corner in LV, North Town gang banger
Don’t need heat, call me the neck strangler
The lone range Crips and Bloods are no stranger
Then the F.B.I. they cause pain I bring anger
Turn left then cry, cause I didn’t want to do it
But I did it just to show you that there’s nothing to it.
Dirty me.
 
you have sit happening flarey, here comes some more shizy:

i will rock this mike and make you feel ills
my fingers pop pussies like ravers pop pills
out come the next line and the rhyme it spills,
straight away my battle opponent i kills,
i am sick of the same old fire drills,
its the same everyday,
i hate doing it the same old way,
lets change it up a bit and get some pay
for the rhymes we just keep play-in
out to all the hip hop heads,
rhymes of the top of our heads,
its what we all have said,
we ned to rap to get our bread,
you cant get along in this world without money,
this **** isnt funny,
if your career goes straight up down that dunny,
then your a sitting bunny,
get out there and make yourself a livin,
and make sure your givin - 100 percent
you cant be bent half your life and straighten up,
and be getting down like yo wassup,
my rhymes are about to erupt,
like a strom in a teacup,
i have to slow down the flow,
or you will ahve to keep saying no
so,
here i go, i will pass on the mike,
step to the right, and set this bitch right,


peace :D:D
 
flow addict

i luv all that sh.t. it's good to read everyones stuff...ill verses.

ya can follow trends or stand by ya own/be a small child or be fully grown/can tell many tales of the mics i've blown/so pass me the ball cause i'm in the end zone/true/i like to flow and blow the spot all day/doing this for a hobby so i don't get no pay/it's cool/i'm just vibin trying to hone my skills/giving multiple wack emcees lyrical chills/i'm sparkling water/while yours is still/nigga i clear my account while you can't pay the bill/step back son/and give me room to breathe/listen to what flareward is trying to achieve/i'm on the most wanted list for killing emcees/trying to bring the wack empire down to it's knees/pleaase/is it about what benz you got/is it because ya produca's hot/is it because ya skills are cool/is it because ya label played ya like a fool/ya see me/i keep the mind sharp on the daily/keep close to ma roots/like ma man alex haley/i'm not a house nigga so i don't drive miss daisy/i'll make that b.tch walk for being too lazy/they're trying to lock me up/they say ma styles too crazy/coool/i'd rather have a style thats above human ears/that can travel through space for thousands of light years/could be held in admiration by martian peers/make 1st contact and then crack budweiser beers/what!!!/i hog the mic and burn the leads/kill the speakers till ya inner cortex bleeds/i'm a basic man with basic needs/i drink plenty water and have regular feeds/soooo/what i trying to say is that ya can't pin my style/ya just a short sprinter/and i run a marathon mile.....peace
and i'm out like rubik's cube.:p
 
aaiightt check it!!

My pencil is my instrument of choice for implementation
Bombs are droppin` mentally , verbally devastation
Evacuation actions are evasive
There`s no haven, for abrasive rhymes thats persuasive
I`m the newest delegation of Bed-Stuy I represent
Relevant lyrics send fools to their detriment
It boggles the mind how they even pretend to contend
With forces they can`t begin to comprehend
My aura, food for thought like the torah
With the power to eliminate fauna and flora
I desecrate the mc of imagedry
The master of microphone mastubation not representation
Representation is the highest form of expression
Speakin` the tongue of progression not adolescence
Wishes of the masses asses are busted at random
Periodically, methodically that`s my tandem

Who`s next?? Let`s keep it moving

SOS:cool:
 
cool....

....aw s**t you spitin about past experiences and future appearances....this aint my bag or my game cuz i revisting life is such a drag....I dont need to hear bout you f**king the same damn hag....I go one or ten levels deeper....some peeps be talkin s**t bout it being weak sibliminal messages....encoded for those less devoted....but as rza once said....they passages in sand scripts....only the enlightened can read these spliffs....educated need only apply....its not about do this or that or die....why....so this is how it goes....I psychologize you from your head t your toes....see past your scorned soul back behind eyes....rip off the mask of your disguise....peer into your cavity....laugh at your self captivity....examine all your past decrepancies....stare down your soul and make him flee....cuz in the end im only about psychology....with al dynamics in lunt force....sociology even zoology of course....no I don't give s**t if i get your endorsement....I aint rying to be appeasin'....jus divulging around, not limited by sound....nor sight....just collecting insight....dont studder in fright....its gna b alright....dont act tough lik dolomite...I can se rih through your presense....see yor broken amendments....but enough of this science....and stop rappin about violence....its just propaganda....entrapin yourself like japanese pandas

P.S....f**k dc was hella f**king me up here....whatever-peace....ha ha ha
 
talking about shitty threads lately..now this is a WICKED thread:D
 
speakin of wicked threads
i know a brother with wicked dreads
he live on the street , the street is his bed
He lost all his belongings to his wife
about 5 years ago last night
he went crazy, and became senile
and lost his mind files
got bit by a crocodile
at the zoo
and became rude
he started cursin at tourist
that drove threw
he smoked weed till his eyes turned blue
asked for money to spend on drugs
he bout them from pimps and thugs
and got hugs from the hookers that roamed
and they would give it to him for free
even though they were full of disease
and eventually the homeless man died
nobody missed him, nobdy cared
nobody got close to him, nobody dared
as the lights got dim his skin became bare
and he was dead and naked in the sewer
were he was eatin by rats, and rotted through it
 
Spit first ....Critique later

I`m a victim of vocab, now I must react
In fact, my impact leaves no one intact
You had no idea Science can rip this
Listen, bear witness, lyrical swiftness
Tearin` the flesh from a tortured carcass
One more soul lost in my void of darkness
Exiled youre finished in the 4th dimension
No hope of ascention, total suspension
Mental banishment, opposition is slaughtered
Death is the main course, pain is the side order
I fufill prophecy, doom for competitors
So-called masters of the mic and the metaphor
There for if you want more, just scream encore!
You can rest assured I`ll kill the eyesore
Science has sworn to be a diction defender
Surrender offender, don`t make me dismember
Your lifeless corpse will be burned for a sacrafice
Front on the Science your`e bound to pay the price
That`s right a word of advice yo caution!
One hasty step then whoa! your`e engulfed in
The valley of death where souls are condemned
Along with other fools who tried to contend
With the Blackman with wisdom, one of my attributes
Behold! my mind opens like a parachute
Actual science contained in my essence
Helps to emphasize my dominate presence
Victoriosly victimizing victims viciously
Faltering the functions of fools efficiency
Persistant punishment of punks is pleasurable
Lyrical lingo is legal and ledgible
Science is striving and seeking salvation
Conclusion of conversation.


Who`s next to spit??:mad:
 
I'm next to spit
i got my lighter and it's lit
i can't deal with shitt
so fuk with me and expect to get hit
I'll hit you six times before i even blink
i'll hit you in or out of a boxing rink
and i won't sto, not even for fat lady sing
I'll take my frustration out on your chest
i'll hit you till your lungs collapse
and you'll be unlucky like craps
and i stab you with my slaps
cuz you pissed me off
you came into my life and took over
now things arent kosher
I'll spike your foldger
and hire soldiers to assinate
while you mastebate
on a crate
looking at a girl from kuwait
while your eating dinner off a plate
that has food that's half baked
like frozen cake
warm ice shakes
and stale shake n bake
I'm gonna make your life a livin hell
maybe your next life might be swell
 
hhhmmm....

....i dont rip mics....spit illogical insight....front and fake by recite....i leave your soul in debt....but not dead....my words plausibly inject....sometimes comically respect....showing you two dualities....warping you visual hold on this reality....crack rolled and smoked miracle....feels so low and high its visceral....whimsicle and irratable....reversing sub-standards boiling them to insatiable morsols of tid-bits....savilvating over diseased dribblets....cause its what you percieve....as the direct cause of the means....but one day....some way....i'll drop thse words down to your level....scrape off the tangeble parts make it smooth and beveled....but when i do it"ll be s**t an i'll need a shovel

P.S....****, the whole think was weak, but got even weaker....i cant be doing this on a dc....it just breaks my flow trying to correct the typos....**** it
 
time to depress you
with another sad love tune
i was sitting outside watching the moon
till a car drove by i think it was a koon
anyway i saw a women that comes once a blue moon
i hope i could get with her soon
she had shiny brown eyes
thick thighs
flat stomach with a six pack line
breasts so big they would hurt her spine
and she was naturally beutiful, no eyeline
her lips were the color of wine
i asked her if she would like to dine
she said fine, that would be nice
i think i'm getting lucky, i rolled the right dice
so i took her to a japanese sight
she had sashimi with rice
and ice tea with ice
we had so much in common
we talked for hours
afterwards i bought her some flowers
she had my heart under her power
i asked her to come over to my place
she said of course, i want a taste
exited as i was we did it three hours straight
morning came and i was alone
my wallet was gone, and so was my phone
i didn't have any of my stuff
this girl was a con, she just bluffed
enough is enough
i'm tired of love
i can't trust anyone and it's never enough
 
oh now thats some ill shiznit,
time fo rme to put in my bit,
while neema has his lighter lit,
i am going to light it like a hot spit,
i am going to grab the mike and wreck
while all the wack mcs try to figure out the method,
people saying hip hop is dead,
i dont give a **** what the media has said,
it is people like us who keep it alive,
and we work and stirve,
to keep bumping our beats out live,
in front of huge crowds,
all sitting round,
listening to our sound,
it makes me feels proud,
that we wrap with integrity,
and we all get to see,
just which mc,
is going to see victory when we finish this thread,
with the song that never ends,
lets rap it out together freinds,
our next line is just around the bends,
our message we will sends,
to al the people around the globe,
rhyming faster the a 50 dollar strobe,
now its getting cold,
and i have told,
you guys all thati can,
i am out of here man,

peace :monkey:
 
into the 5th page.
taking our rhymes up to another stage,
i am breaking down our cage,
lets all get out and escape,
break off all the tape,
holding us back from society,
everybody keeps watching me,
because of our hip hop democracy
we all rap with integrity,
you dont have to be a hard assed g,
to rap with me,
or the hip hop crew from fp,
we all stick together,
hip hop will be forever,
as pure as pure,
i know your all sure,
that we will endure,
the stuggle we face,
when we live in such a place,
that rejects our race,
of hip hopers,
not hard rockers,
or football jockers.
just coz we are all different,
theres no need for discriminant, ry
blasphamy,
i hate all that wack sh!t, that divides us from the rest
when we all know hip hop is the best,
i had to get this off my chest,
and we dont need any more pests,
so lets all keep this thread going,
and keep showing,
off our rhymins skills,
pop some more pills,
and write another verse,
u dont have to snatch a purse,
to get money,
in this farked up but funny,
place,
i drop rhymes without haste
i am going to spread the world like peanut paste,
my rhymes will get selling,
and i will spread the message without me even yelling

i am out peace!!!!!!!!!! :monkey:
 
i'mmmmmm back!!!!!!

this tread is getting ill
i'm supposed to be doing work but fuk dat..gotta drop skills instead.

name check flow..check it!!!!

call me a wild cowboy/cause i fuk up will smith/step back son as flareward shoots the gift/down with the force/ill skills like skyywalker/grab the mike cause i'm a microphone talker/ya full of holes like that ship titanic/on the run like harrison ford in frantic/ya think ta living but ya flows are evil dead/ya like balbola taking too many shots to the head/i'm a good fellow off the hook like dat dude joe pesci/cut ya ear off...nahhhh thats too messy/fuk Mr pink i have to be Mr black/like a terminator/all i know is too attack/on the run/call steve Mcqueen i need a driver/don't fall at the 1st hurdle/4get desinty child/i'm the true suvivior/build sh.t out of nothing like the dudes on A team/like charlie angels/i always keep ma teeth clean/don't do drugs like dat fool off ally mcbeal/if ya an independant woman/tell me how you feel/dunk on fools like shaquile o'neal/i'll do a face off and yours that i'll peel/hollow man/ya styles got no texture/got secret codes like ma main man dexter/what/i call on the gods like i was monkey magic/ya styles like the story Roots/it's too tragic/man of steel/i got a krypton mic/call me george clooney/cause my sh.ts outta sight/three kings/fuk dat/theres only one/beat up james bond just to grab his golden gun/tapped captain america and jacked him for his shield/sent the enterprise through an electric field/spoke to michael knight and told him kitt was my b.tch/hooked up with christopher walken/took over new york/and made it rich/got family love so call me flare walton/not a one hit wonder like a wack timothy dalton/sleep underground and ma skins pitch black/step off maurice green/flareward's got centre track/more flavor than flav/talk the truth like chuck D/won't come with the wackness like hammer or young mc/spin on the spot so call me james brown/chill with dat nigga pac so we can both get around........out.:)
 
Gettin` mad hott in here!! picture this!!

Alone I stand in this barren wasteland
I used to call home now it`s a mass of pebbles and sand
Mother Earth, the soil that gave birth to Adam and Eve
No longer will she conceive
I grieve when I perceive dying vegetation
Rotting flesh of livestock, erradication of whole block
Salvation is a fly bitch that I can`t F***k
Between a rock and a hard place I`m stuck
In the cleavage of death, awaiting my number in the lottery
My soul is broken like pottery
Dishes, wishes are futile, mutilation
Decimation, anhiliation of the population
Let me break it down for the ignorant heads
I`m having visions of red, the earth is dead
And God is dead as far as I`m concerned
Innocent babies are burned with radiation and they
still squirm
What happened to"the lord leadeth me to green pastures"?
What happened to Jesus Christ? What happened to
the rapture?
All I see is mass destruction, combustion,
Mad water rushin` ,flushin`,crushin`
Dead bodies caught in the suction
The scene is disgustin`, vomit is gushin`
From my mouth as I pass out
I`m having visions of read the earth is assed out:cool:
 
I brought imagination, now I`ll bring the battle rhyme!!

Due to the knowledge contained inside my brain
I`m not preyed upon on the food chain
But I prey upon others like a predator
All competitors are slain with metaphors
That glisten, as you listen, your dome is christened
In the name of Allah fall in submission
To me, the S C I E N C E
Yes the Science has the horn o` plenty
Or cornicopia, you can`t cope with the
Satanic verse, so diverse that it`s holdin` ya
Down by the bottomless pit, as I emit
Capital punishment, and you won`t emerge from it
There`s no escape from the wrath of Waakiyl
I possess lyrics that are 1 shot 1 kill
No lyric-proof vest can protect from this
No deflectin` this, mental pestilence
Will overcome, then you`ll feel a sense of shame
Then you`re smile will become of mask of pain!
You best believe that Science can floor `em
I let someone else add to this forum

Who`s next to flex??
S.O.S
peace(for now):cool:
 
off the hook!!!

no doubt SOS...diggin that book of revelation flow and the battle sh.t.
give me a minute...back soon, gotta sharpen the pen..haha:D
 
Thanx for the love son

You gotta understand I`m 29 years old.

I had dreams of gettin on at one time.

Especially growin` up on the same block as Biggie.

But he made it and I did`nt. So I basically make tracks.

I do this s***ht for fun plus I wan`t to show cats that

if they really want to get on, they have to be able to

spit about different isht. Battle sh**t is cute, but you

need stories and other stuff to make you more balanced.

Anyway, much love to all cats out there.

Lets keep it going!!!!:D
 
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