What' playa what.

[Dirty Denzzy]

Yeah, yeah, come on out wit tha lame spittin @#%$; can you handle it? Da @#%$ I get ta split ya head in two; da way I strangle u; spit at, kick at, amputate u! U wanna battle? U can't handle my style; Manchil in a promised land? Shut dat punk *** mouth, Dirty Denzzy makes u undastand! Hold this Bitchiz hand; realize it's a man; homosexual tendincies, cocaine caught celeberties, never again defend me fa what I be sayin; I'm just playin; not carin, stop starin; ya betta be preparin for what I be plannin; came in so fast da cops said I ranin; too bad tha slut I just bottled was standin wit tha badges preparin to arrest Dirty D, Dirty Day, Dirty Denzzy be blazin kife weed; til tha cops come ta get me, arrest me, have da public get mad at me and hate me til I'm da numba one bad guy celeberity! Spit game at ya gurl when she be makin I contact with me, havin drinks at tha bar wit me; you gettin scared of me? Lookin me in da eye when you jockin at me! Dirty Dennzy playin womens league, ya outta mine, I'll give you a lead. Ha ha!!

off tha Dirty head
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Yo!

My lyrical rap habits have been inhabited by crack addicts;
I'm an addict huffin E wit a profolactic package;
people be sayin Denzzy is on smack n' acid tablets;
I ate so many shrooms,I had ta escape them four rooms;
I ran down tha hallway feelin a fear of doom;
then I remembered that they were only just zooms;
so I told tha first ***** I saw that she ain't gat na flaws;
I said "come on ma, n rub it wit me"
I'm D, the most fluent MC ta eva be seen on digital TV;
Holla when u see me, unless u ***** then fear me;
I need ma man Spud Rova ta break in n' free me;
don't pray for me, I'm always gonna be emotionally unstable;
put tha weed on tha table and pack a fresh bowl;
khustla be a character n' bein a homo is his role;
I hold ma own, I know what I know and what I rep n' respect;
Some of u wack rappers sound like tha Tony Rich Project;
just got a pound n' I'm gonna make a profit of it;
found ya lil sista and I took her virginity n' lost it;
opened tha bottle of JD n' made a nightly deposit;
tha preacher say I have demons in my closet;
actually I have a chronic hydroponic labratory;
where I develop new drugs ta tell my life story;
ma I'm sorry, my glory came gorry;
I killed a man he was a citizen bystan;
I'm usin Em's lines like Stan tha fuct up fan;
but don't misunderstand this education;
or like khustla you'll be a cross dressin sensation;

haha.

fuct.

peace .

 

[RastaTech]

For those who don't know....

Some sad rappers try to bring me down—make me feel your pain
Sadness ain't the only feeling that hiphop brings
Tell the story of your life—Y'all like to live in the past
Need to focus on the present—'Cuz it's leaving you fast

You don't wanna hear my message, But I'm telling the truth
If you can't flow original Then get the fu*> out my booth
"Cuz u can rap a nightmare and sing a rainbow, too
But when that's all you bring, it gets stale—who knew?
Critics hypothesize, they try to visualize
But can't see the truth reflected through their daddy's eyes.

Y'might fascinate the ones who still act brand new
Me? I ain't stressin' on your lesson, cuz I lived life, too.
Those actors aren't the factor, they just want to be
Up on a dope, tight track, from a producer like me.
I got my rhythm from genetics, my peoples ride in the South
They put the rhythm in my feet, put solid gold in my mouth.

And what I took from that, I give right back to you
Be yourself and don't let others tell you what to do
If you have your own voice, then give your own words,
Aren't you bored of just relivn' what you already heard?

Probably not, y'all like the spot, wanna make it hot;
You won't get on the mic and really make it drop
I understand, young brothers-that's okay
Keep doin' what you do, spit garbage everyday (it's ok).
And that ain't the last that I have to say.
You need to get on your one good knee and pray.
For a vocabulary,
that goes beyond the scary,
so your rhymes, if u got any left, will start to vary.
And while you're at it, go out and buy some rhythm too.
Do you have too much to say, but no beat to rhyme to?
It's not called complex, because you take a breath
And spit some lame-*** words, that still have no depth

One.

 

[RastaTech]

Wrong thread

I meant for the this to be in the other forum.