my past is more checkered
than a pair of boxer shorts
I failed a health class
but passed my inter course
a bro asked for a buck
I gave the bastard four
peeled out in an orange cadillac
with a pack of coors
It just so happened I passed
some cops who were out for business
I tried to act cool but they knew
that I was past the limit
Tossed me in the back a cop car
so then I faked a stomache ache
the driver hit the breaks
so I could safely puke in place
He opened the door I made my break
got tazed fell on my face
a mediocre end to a great escape...
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Wow !
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Gonna beat the heat, Sweep 'em of their feet Casting a bright ray, Bringing haze today Iunno, I tried. [spoiler]Watsky is the best[/spoiler]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] greatestSheriff Classic Rap or Mainstream Rap?[/quote] Whatever you want. You could write it yourself or quote an artist you like.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TES Christian Alright, this is just off the top of my head... [/quote] That's pretty good for a freestyle. When I freestyle, I like to go for the "A" vowel sound cause there is so much stuff that rhymes with it: I give and I take No one could successfully emulate what I have in spades but they'll try in vain till they're eyes go red from the strain and when they can't bear the weight no more I'll step into their place saving face and sparing name
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo shizzle Oh yeah it had awesome rhymes!
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Classic Rap or Mainstream Rap?
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Alright, this is just off the top of my head... Come home to someone who thinks they know How I flow, but to be honest it's just a gnome Least, that's what I see them as with their problematic asthmatic asses never stoppin' to see what they really could be Leachin' off the rents, they don't give a -blam!- but its ight bouta' put'm up inna pent Off to my room I go long' with this mad flow Smell of hate lingers behind me, "is this really what defines me" Bash out, time to lash out Fat -blam!-es time to get out! Leeches lookin' at me like imma problem, but do they really know how I got'em? CLACK CLACK CLACK Bust out my BR time to scare'em off One shot two shot, is that really all I got? Too cocky in the heat of the moment, thought I could show'em how I was rollin' Now they laugh at me, HA HA! I'll be back with a few more CLACK CLAKS' tomorrow with more sorrow Back to my room I go, pretty much [url=http://www.thiseuphoria.com/anime3/Forever-alone.jpg]~~~~~~[/url]
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Yeah I generally prefer lyrical rap. That's why I'm a huge Eminem fan. Royce Da 5'9 is also a great rapper. Btw, their releasing a collaboration album soon. Can't wait. [Edited on 06.10.2011 8:02 PM PDT]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TheIntergalactic [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Mai R0f1C0pt3r Music has changed my life in so many ways. Brain's confused, been -blam!- since the 5th grade. LL told me to rock the bells, NWA said "-blam!- the police" now I'm in Jail. '93 was strictly R&B. -blam!- up haircut, listening to Jodeci. Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, -blam!- Presilla at night. Flying down Sunset smoking crack. Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back. MOP had me grimy and gritty. Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bo's. Now I'm in the hospital: broken nose and a fractured elbow. Voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops.[/quote] You know Bizzy is the man.[/quote] He's very underappreciated. Speaking of: I'm a black boy always gettin underestimated. And when I move next door, I know you hate it. You had my whole family investigated. And when you didn't find no crack, you said I ate it! I'm up; a mother-blam!- just elevated Over ghetto life that was designated. You see this black boy, you know heaven made it. I don't wanna go if I got to integrate it. "Lil colored boy, be happy you made it. Just take what you got and stop complaining." Okay, when the man will stop arraignin All my people here, and start explaining. What you people say "believe in the Bible" But you still act barbaric and psycho. My name is Ice Cube, -blam!-, it ain't Michael. I'll never bleach my own skin just to be like you! [Edited on 06.10.2011 7:59 PM PDT]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Mai R0f1C0pt3r Music has changed my life in so many ways. Brain's confused, been -blam!- since the 5th grade. LL told me to rock the bells, NWA said "-blam!- the police" now I'm in Jail. '93 was strictly R&B. -blam!- up haircut, listening to Jodeci. Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, -blam!- Presilla at night. Flying down Sunset smoking crack. Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back. MOP had me grimy and gritty. Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bo's. Now I'm in the hospital: broken nose and a fractured elbow. Voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops.[/quote] You know Bizzy is the man.
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Same shoes and clothes every single week Want new clothes but they aint that cheap Tryin to achieve my dreams so I get no sleep I'm almost there gotta take the last leap I take that leap but I fall short Need some money, to pay child support Gotta sell weed, it's my last resort Also cocaine for people that wanna snort See my man sellin drugs up on the block Tried to run from cops but he got caught Tried fighting back but he got shot up That's part of the job, he knew that yup Now you see, the conditions that I live in I need to get signed, so I can make a livin Can I make it? This industry is unforgiving Unfortunately, this is the world that we live in People throw you away like trash in a trash bin I wanna be famous, like Michael Jackson But without all the drama, and complications I wanna share my music, with this generation /trashrap
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Music has changed my life in so many ways. Brain's confused, been -blam!- since the 5th grade. LL told me to rock the bells, NWA said "-blam!- the police" now I'm in Jail. '93 was strictly R&B. -blam!- up haircut, listening to Jodeci. Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, -blam!- Presilla at night. Flying down Sunset smoking crack. Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back. MOP had me grimy and gritty. Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bo's. Now I'm in the hospital: broken nose and a fractured elbow. Voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops.
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Why? [i] So you can steal my lyrically genius raps? [/i]
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Boom chackalacka hey ya Respect Word And all that shizz. /thread
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[i]In west Philadelphia, born and raised![/i] Continue flood