bonafide hustler i dont sleep so i dont dream//what i do is what i say and what i say is what i mean//whisper truth your guap aint on point then shout lies bout gettin green//thought she hotter than blue flames then got doused by the ice queen//and they like who that chick?//now thats a bad b****!//gloss shinin on her lips//slick curves and thick hips//she a real authentic chick//think im bitin off your s***?//you just mad cuz you can get like this//i dont bite off fake tricks//im already hood why would i wanna be a suburban wanksta b****?//get real or keep gettin dissed//like school on saturday you gots no class so your dismissed//and im the baddest b****//cuz i aint what you tryna beat//im what you tryna be//so continue polishin my crown for me//im playin no games//finna become a household name//that bein said a quick reality check to you lames//the more you speak of me the more you grant me fame//no arguement or protest//you now rockin with the best//so get right or get left//cuz i aint easy to impress//so you best come correct//bring somethin i can feel//thought you was a gangsta-rr//but failed to capture that mass appeal//for such a tiny lil lady i got a slick ass mouth//but behind that i got a arsenal to clear out your house//you could just move out//but fakes are easy to seek//cuz no matter where they go you gon always catch em on front street//everybody wanna spit till i rock the mic//not state property but its that chick ice//now i got you searchin for a new path in life//or should i say a dark alley cuz your future far from bright//thought you had what it takes to blow//well take a deep breath cuz thats as far as you'll ever go//spittin is for intellects so leave the mic alone//and watch me make these classics while you struggle to make ringtones
Its a flow from the bottom- broward county at best
Just get at me yall if you need to test
wise words no shirts ripped up from sets
and I put the game down like one of the best
When I spit my game chicks remember the name
AG- maybe we can make some flames
Baby, lady, chick I got ya change
Heres my .02- I call it even exchange
The plan may be derranged but im bout it- pop off
you know you want to do it so just take your top off
I drop jaws- but enough of the hot sauce
you naked, im chasin, and knockin ya socks off
you get it like I got it and we meetin to make it
just face it, Im like a drink you wasted
too much of a good thing means you cant taste it
so im just being modest and ill keep you chasin
who are you dissin at girl? it sounds like youre real mad for some reason... hey, did you know theres another couple of threads set up for straight slander? you can diss all you want in there and people will def come back at you... you should check my posts. get at me
aight i can dig it :) let me know what you think bout this here:
now let me tell you why i do this//cuz im tired of foolish music//stanky leggs and lollipops?!//what the f*** happened to REAL HIP-HOP?!//i used to love h.e.r. too when it made common sense//now its drivin me wild how cats is just so dense//spittin nursery rhymes over simplistic beats//monday-sunday ya steelo is weak (week)//goin platinum sellin craptasic rap is no great feat// f*** the mainstream im takin hip-hop back where it belongs -> THE STREETS//see ima intellectual//my rhymes stay perplexin you//my styles too complex for you//pass the mic ya ineffectual//i drop bombs from here to baghdad//love bein the outcast//ima make it in this game and show yall what it's like to everlast//i dont spit for the green//i spit cuz its in me//keep the celebrity and the fame//i just wanna be true to the game//make hits thats gon be relevant for years to come//some cats will switch up for a few bucks but i wont change for no one//im firm on my stance aint no doubt im rock steady//not what you expected; tiny chick spittin hot s***//yall aint ready//my mind travels like magellan//im wise beyond my years//my captivatin delivery far surpasses that of my peers//like the tribe i maraud for ears//woulda made biggie a believer//im hot all week no waitin for saturday to catch this fever//you will respect my gangsta simply cuz i demand it//im so fly the way i be jettin got em diggin me on this planet//i put time into my rhymes cuz hip-hop is in my heart//keep the glitz and the glam//i do this for the love of the art//and when i do it//im just so fluid//could care less bout the fame//im just makin real music//
Ill one up ya and stay true to music
I spit from my head and rip it when I choose it
Never say some s*** that aint me- refuse to
the style that I speak is something you aint used to
Call outs on whos who drives me up the wall
50 got 50 billi and still choose to ball
cop outta control and drop stacks at the mall
I get what I need and stay swimming till I fall
I dont chase money, s***, money chase me
I got mad bills and I pay ever week
I aint got time for s*** talk so dont speak
I just keep on the real cause my lifestyle stay sweet
I work madd hard and these rap tards are clownin
talkin bout pop a cap on tv just astounding
you dont say s*** and handle b without shouting
make it real man s*** no people there crowding
I cant stand radio cause it plays fake hits
i feel like a fake world moving in through our kids
They all like thugs attitudes and throwin fits
If they so damn man quiet down and up your fists
Pills and smoke all around like its sweets
when i was 13 I was home cleaning sheets
these spoiled little f**** aint got parents they got freaks
and they all gettin high and we wonder why they dont speak
done deep and s*** I got dome s*** for weeks
wait, ill put it on the radio and you all hear my treat
spoken from a true human, no drugs or drinks- peep
the unique words spoken and you hear what I mean
your style aint like anyone elses so thats an awesome start... i have trouble reading though cause you bunched it like a paragraph. if you go bar for bar for bar then you can balance up your lines better. i like your material though. i can understand for the most part.
I dont step on stages I cant jump buldings
I dont get high and I dont have children
I do get it hard and I do have feelings
Im just like you except I do me- ya feelin?
I jump start a cypher and I kick it with my haters
Ill talk down a gang and I keep tabs on fakers
Got no time for drugs and got more time for labor
Put your work in now cause youll be sorry later
Ya dig what I favor? Drop bars like a dealer
Except im not dealing with the stress of a stealer
Pay cash for my s*** and I work for my favors
You get at me I get at you and we both making paper
Bread milk butter and honey
break it all down and you talkin bout money
greens my favorite color and no joke not funny
you mess with my life and you become nobody
my bad lol ima just write it line after line then but yea i think i know what you mean but some lines you would actually have to hear me spit it for you to catch the flow cuz i know by just reading it it seems like it dont flow. but thanks good looks ima keep writing i got some other stuff but its mostly battle raps ima work on some new s*** today though
ha i ain't new to this
and i'm all about power like a balled up fist
step to me u can catch all this...dat
i go tit for tat
u sure u wanna battle me
cause first bad for ya health like an allergy
and u'd be the only reason that they collar me
s*** i hate yal snitch ass n****
and yal snitching ass bitchs to i don't call it rapping i call it f****** u
FAITH BEYOND ALL SEE THEM DEMONS WILL CONTINUE TO TRY TO KEEP YOU DOWN!!! LAY YOUR VERSES LAY YOUR MESSAGE THERE MANY CHRIST SOLDIERS RUNNIN THE STREETS!! AND FOR THE CHICKEN NUGGETS OR AKA TRAP STARS YOUR BLACK MEN ARE KINGS!! AFTER THAT WHITE BOY…