theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Sat 14 Jun, 2014 01:23 pm
@Illustraight,
Ive shot automatics never sold that crack shhit butt you asses know My dro Go for bout 2 a O ... you ever held more coke then cola... stole a corrolla rolled a rover ... aint snaking around with cobras they get smoked in the garden of weeden .... I call um as i see um gladiator in the colleseum of carpe diem... my olde english aint as good as my new guiness ... **** a new image , nude image , I dont even use gimmics...truth is im in the booth everyday I dont see you in it! ya'll trying to win it,when its all about your 15 minutes of fame ,shame, my 16s infinite the same as ems album hater ... never almagamated im going outta my head like malcoms brains did just to explain **** on a different plane of existence ... cause im different no chainz , getting lifted ... to a higher outlook ... we playing chess no doubt Rook ... check mates chequebook ... and you'll see there no point to add a zero... there is no antagonist in this story so no reason to add a hero ... you throwing a meet the focker party only time your ass getting mad deniro ...
Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Tue 17 Jun, 2014 06:11 am
@theprofessor,
I don't give a **** like my dick was cut off
But you probably think I'm pussy; does it look like I have whiskers on me, nut-job?!
Do I go around flat on my back on a baking, hot lawn
and roll around with my hands in the air playing with yarn balls?
Oh, wait, I see. You think I'm the OTHER pussy
The man who cowers every time you motherfuckers push me!
But I don't do that, because I'm hopeful that
I might snap and leave you flatter than a cloakroom mat
So you can hang your robes and gats, cloaks and daggers on the wall
'Cause conflict, I don't go through that
But I've been known to have tempers and a series of whylings
Not unusual for a man who's got a history of violence
And I'm sure I don't need to walk around spraying a mac
**** that, my brain is the mac, every day that I rap
So suck my balls
Whether they are covered in chocolate or a rock of salt
and whether they're exposed or tucked in drawers
'Cause I don't give a **** who you are and how you drive
How you're naughty, how you dive, how you party, how you jive
How many awards you get with your gold stars
You're still the same person stupid enough to be hit with your own car
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thedarknova
 
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Reply Tue 17 Jun, 2014 01:17 pm
https://soundcloud.com/thedarknova/lucid-dreamer-prod-highprofilebeats yo check out this ill angry grimy rap i concocted using profs beat!!!!!
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Illustraight
 
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Reply Sat 21 Jun, 2014 06:32 am
Body rock to me is like playing a guitar naked
in top of the stage and swinging your junk amongst the ladies
I got balls, just in case you pussies have forgotten what those two are
They're two jars of good brawn, jam-packed and full of valour
When I rock, I rock like a rock on a rocky road when it rolls
All I need is a beat as a force to help me go
and the bass as a therapist to let it go without being cut off like an egg-roll
'Cause then I'd feel half the vet that everyone knows
Autistic, all-ballistic, raw and twisted
like Norman hitting his mother with a garden instrument (Thwonk!)
Your hood star has just been stomped by a Thwomp
That's what happens when you **** with the wrong block
My boots are not made of concrete nor have they got cleats around them
But I can run just as sweet as you
and I don't even need to be clowning
So come on with the bullshit
On second thoughts, DON'T come on, just lose the bullshit
And give your pit-bulls some good tuition
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Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Sat 21 Jun, 2014 06:34 am
My days have been colder than a wintery storm
But nonetheless I've always tricked my own mind into thinking it's warm
And that is just about how I've gotten by in these rough times
that I've suffered from tough guys who have thought themselves flyer than buzzards
Unimaginable is how I've been imagined
Moved from point to point like a difficult pattern
on a chart that's full of dots that are invisible like atoms
scattered across the map
I feel like Adam without an Eve
Every Christmas I've crossed my fingers
hoping Nicholas drops down my chimney and hides a present in my kitchen
And every New Year is not a new year
Not when I don't have a boo here
And I don't mean a ghost who gets a dude scared
I write a book now so the dimes and guys can look at how
all the times that I've been put down
It's kinda like a bruised clown
that's been battered for bad jokes or a addict with bags of coke
stuffed in his pants
Most of them think my stand-ups are a joke
when I actually do stand up and address all the hoes
I feel like a baby pushed out of my comfort zone
Every time someone I hardly know holds me up
and lifts me out of my cot
I'm upsot like the motherfucking apple cart that got knocked
theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Mon 23 Jun, 2014 03:06 pm
@Illustraight,
you crack thinking you rock mane ... get stirred up in the octane , with more stirrups then a Gay Ranch got mane ...you Bitch made dogg , the kind a Bitch make ...god ... how do I wash the **** stain off ya breath... u stank im fresh ... as ******* your newborn thoughts in bangladesh...you need to cut the crap ... or ima shank ya neck...your more pussy then an anklet ... that i'll grab an start dragging it ... pussies get tapped like theres a keg in it ... garbage artists im throwing an arm and a leg in it ....armed with a frag n its spraying armour with razorbladed tips ... ******* hacks I dont even need do dick wit your datachips...jack off come back to me when you master beta ..Prick ...
theprofessor
 
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Reply Mon 23 Jun, 2014 09:06 pm
@theprofessor,
im more dangerous then angels on angel dust ... when they Use Cane N enABLE us...you wanna label us Nutz , dumbfuck even a retard busts
... im three bars up .. puking on your girls friends pussy... she wanted the kush weed I wanted the tooshie ... either way you aint **** buddy ... its that time of the month **** um till my dicks bloody ...
-HIGHprofile
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Gliitch
 
  1  
Reply Tue 24 Jun, 2014 03:07 pm
Don't Kill Yourself


Being incredible? Some just ain't legible, set by federal now edibles, chemicals manage their way where, like men are wolves/
But they are and they can tear ya apart, not far off they continue to scar, even a hole-in-one to them ain't a par, so off to depart to mars from bar to bar until you start to the stars (but that's not even in part)/
Nine inch teeth sink to the beasts, they continue to breathe hungry seeking for meat, believing to be, cannibal animals after ya 'til the reach to the feast, dine like it's Greece then die without peace, surviving's the least of the worries that can bring ya to knees, avoiding the cliché but we just can't be freed, evil's planted a seed and now you cut 'til ya bleed, cut for the creed, but love isn't moralized in death as it feeds, that's what you believe, but pain ain't a need, you can change as you please but arrogance, greed, leave you off of your feet and hung from a tree, you did this to yourself, don't even need me/

Tears stream the cheeks like valleys and creeks
Take your leave, take your lead, as you scream between clenched teeth
There's always an exception, don't mention dissection
Or a mind will clip every other mind in succession
Excessive investments put into suicide prevention
Yet the lesson learned is that the people keep forgettin'
Dropping money in a piggy bank
Ain't saving kids who wish they'd break
In every way they turn away
The parents of the ones to save
But who's the first to go to graves?
Ain't so great is it now you miss him, hey
Everyone loses something but a life ain't something you should take!
Whether it's yours or someone else's
Someone tells ya that you should go kill yourself, but if they won't help ya
Why listen to a demand so selfish?
So hellish...
What is hell to someone with no one behind them?
Except for the violent clutching the knife in your spine
Backstabbers are always around
But since when did some words come to bring ya down?
Accept abuse and get abused
That's what ya get for getting used
If you just pick up your views
Say "**** the bad news! Ima prove to all of you!"
It's always true
The pained and deranged creative and strange always stray and pave their own lanes and make way for a new day
A new stage of life aside from claimed hate and death waits
But you ain't gonna let em
You ain't gonna set em up for a chance at your neck, no
We all face tragedies, averagely the savage undoubtedly lookin' down on these innocent children giving bits of their anarchy
Yet treated allergies, emotions can't be cleansed, unless you stab and bleed?
The sadness is that that's believed
It's not true, but there's no hassle, pleads
Needs and crippled souls on their knees
You don't live to appease, but that's what you believe
You don't live without greed, but that's what you believe
You just live to succeed, and you're about to believe it
You need it, you breathe it
No coming cleanest
Yet y'all stay clouded by some "American dream" ****...

No one lives to tell
So don't kill yourself
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Illustraight
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jun, 2014 10:38 am
@theprofessor,
Prof is living proof that punks pre-exist
Watch me shake you up like a soda pop remix
I have to burst your little bubble, my dog, on the premiss
that your freeing is **** like someone excreting it
You're all washed up like K-Fed when he tried to rhyme
Got universally panned and pushed to the sidelines
Like a train that derailed, my game is detailed
I'm making my trails impossible to track like tracing Braille
Fake MC's are pussy, they paint their nails
from the fashion books they get everyday in the mail
When I spit, these rappers lose it like when babies wail
Bad girls, lock them in the ladies' jail
I conjure up quotes, the skill that I master is dope
That's quick to put cowards at bay like I'm chartering boats
Deep in the sea of hip-hop I'm dangerous like a shark when it homes
in on his target then it cuts through its throat
I can tell when an MC is wack, I can smell his blood
I got a dope nose, constantly smelling bud
Despite the fact I don't know what the heck it does
Or how it smells, **** it, I might as well just sell the buzz
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theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Wed 25 Jun, 2014 10:00 pm
shes my bestfriend
she my blessin
she my lesson I want to learn
every facial expression
when were sexxin
got a hummer in a malibu
at the intersection
in her section
she sippin malibu
no jamie kennedy attitude
rode by myself then added you
down that road by myself ,took a different avenue
she make the bed rock , yabba dabba doo
she taste like ciroc , yea i'll dab a hoot
absolut , a drunk prophet ab soul loot
this my word
absolutely salute me if u getting drunk off it
this my earth
when i kiss my girl
its my world
its my squirrel why think im nuts
drives a 6 four when we lincoln up
im like 5 seven when im standing up
outside 7ven eleven n my hands are up
champion resides in canada
snap mo shots then a camera
slap mode box when i handle ya
slap mo shots then a amatuer
hockey player
ima rocky playa from the rockies player
u bitch to much thats from my rotties hater
got the drive an keys now,get the mazzaratti later
aint waiting for the car keys to a ferrari pace maker
-HIGHprofile
theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Thu 26 Jun, 2014 03:32 am
@theprofessor,
go full retard short party bus
roll the bob marley up
bacardi sluts getting barbied up
camo the dance floor armied up
munching candy wrappers to git my smartie fix
gnarly **** in the quarry brick by brick
build a mason that;ll free the base n
im fucked as sexual relations
cremating hell
when creation fell
from a spaceship
we dont see eye to eye u need a facelift
third eye ancient
4 eyes blazing, over his alchemy set
Pop some X, they havent malcom'd me yet
so fly i drop hip hop that leave balconys wet
with the sweat thats coming outta me Bet
so fly I drop hip hop you bout to be next
think I lost my dick found it in your bitch
think I lost my head found it in orbit
think I found my calling eye balling (your chick)
looks like you heard me wrong
im balling(your chick) grab my bong gone to court
Hi falling aint possible, when your this high pickin up the phone
is that god or dominos ,nope just someone higher calling
nod off a couple logs get sawed off my eyes r falling
-HIGHprofile
Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 Jun, 2014 06:38 am
@theprofessor,
I'm not your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill rapper
I'm a real rapper with ill manors
So I'm gonna have to ask Plan B to draw up some sort of blueprint
In case I don't get through the first time and come off stupid
Clueless like trying to solve Cluedo
Constantly moving from box to box like Ludo
Stand my ground after being floored to the board like Judo
Every day somebody's trying to crush me up like sumo
Wrestling, god dammit, my muscles are not resting
I'm trying to stay loose, but my body's compressing
My heart's impacted ike a garbage compactor
When I holler, cats think I'm playing an Oscar actor
But I get no rewards, awards, applause or congratulations
Just a major jeer and cat-call amalgamation
My heart is with Jesus, but my mind's playing craps with Satan
The Devil plays a role in my torture, it's back-breaking
My old man thinks I'm off on my humility
I'm not Sonic, Dad, I don't got invincibility
One person's watching my motility
And another person's always judging my integrity
It doesn't get any worse than this
Well, maybe except warts which makes it hurt to piss
My dick's like a stubborn hostage, it won't stick up
But every time I meet a woman, things suddenly pick up
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theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Sat 28 Jun, 2014 02:29 pm
@theprofessor,
sick a these ma fuckers they making ralph a bit
the whole damn alphabet ... you aint a alpha bitch
shut the **** up let me eats my alphagetti
my mouths a machete , turn noodles spaghetti
thinkin u poodles is ready, force feed um spoon fulls of bennys
still u aint dope , feel like im the only dick in a room full a menzee's
is it your time a the month **** for a donkey punch
getting pumped in ya pumps punks ,spunked mommys lunch
think you got the guts , come get ya tummy tucked
drives crash testing you dummy fucks getting dummied up
are people retarded what i cant say garbage when i see an artist
who just sharted and calls himself a picture of a martyr ...
so picture me a god when I throw they ass in to tomorrow
a ship in a bottle shippin a motto sippin it hollow ...
sicker then all the sitters sittin you citizens
I cant wait for you to stand again
use your head and hands again
quit actin like a mannequin
I cant wait ... right meow .... like neow pussies
**** a 30 second round , blaow bloaw ... never put the mic down pussy

-HIGHprofile









Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 Jun, 2014 08:22 am
@theprofessor,
I never put the mic down, even though I don't have one
All I have is a lucky hand to earn cash sums
I got the winning cards that strike a blow to the losers
and I don't need a tarot reader to open my future
I consider myself a King when I'm doing my thing
But people call me a Jack when I'm attempting to mack
Trying hard to find a Queen proves harder than it seems
'Cause all I am is just a Joker with a face bigger than poker
But nowadays, I'm an Ace putting smiles on their face
Some enemies beat me with Clubs and leave me open like subs
I'm an MC with Heart, witty, creative and smart
It takes more than buckets and Spades just to get my path laid
My talent stands out like Diamonds sitting unfazed in the dark
I check for my mates like chess that's being played in the park
Moving from bottom to top has never been so stubbornly tricky
Especially if I'm a pawn with a bishop coming to get me
But **** that, as long as I have got some company with me
I'll be sure to knock off any ************ who's shifty
Then I'll be shooting the breeze like a kid thrusting a frisbee
across the field and waiting for the dog to give it back to me


Lunatic-def6
 
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Reply Thu 3 Jul, 2014 06:51 am
@Illustraight,
My eulogy...

Gone to be born again, bronze arms for the hero sins,
So gone in the heroine, exact laws with the feminine,
A lost cause is the title trimmed,
Broke now, hanging with these shadows that follow him,
I ask a friend how shallow has his ego thinned,
I'll let it all go for another try again,
officially it's funny how you look for something,
In the treasure of the trash of one man's bin,
keep diggin deeper, and deeper,
take pills just to sleep, quietly stalk the reaper,
I wasn't notice, why am i provoking the seeker,
Who does not want to see within,
I tell these truths, turn them into bars,
happiness is the sad that didn't turn hard,
maximus the heavy sand, then heat the shards,
pull apart, scathe the veins in my heart,
pave the way, generation the plague, touche, the day
has changed in many ways, that man has made,
the house of grass then the home of clay,
throw the very stone that broke his nose,
why is it that blood is what makes the quote,
Speak when spoken to, told what you have to do,
taught how to survive, but not to live through,
in that sense of speaking,
I try not to remember, how a clown would act,
but i would be lien to myself, if i said that Im hood and black,
Just black, that ties the nerd with words to sound smarter than
the rest these birds,
Awkward, is what she said before she lays wit a perv,
Sorry i must have misheard, she mumbles with a Dick in her mouth
I'll be a N word from the north to the south,
and say bad words, then curse like the man in the house,
let the pen graze the pasture, ran laps on a chick,
so im past her, Most rappers are all butt Kelly divine,
These bars are mad lines, wheres pinky and the brain,
My half mind genius while the other insane,
Sooo high sometimes, that I can color a plane,
I remember when there used to be beef,
must be Five guy's now taking the streets,
highschool, oldschool newschool, students raise their hands till there arms turn blue, Administration that had control on the youth,
Rebel, ring the bell and i aint gettin saved, but gettin sent to hell,
brimstone choking, where the screams for help,
Start gettin pumped like a car at shell,
Squeeze the piece that bled them shells,
cops come and it's to late so they handcuff him down,
Don't move is what they yelled,
**** ya'll is the last thing said, then his eye's just fell,
life's too short for a movie, I should of turned it off,
but i truly Did know that he was a man of his cause..



Illustraight
 
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Reply Thu 3 Jul, 2014 04:34 pm
@Lunatic-def6,
I'm a cause unto myself
Trying to pay this ******* mortgage to clear my debt
and I don't think these chores are gonna help
It seems that every day I'm being exploited, avoided
And anointed a boiling ointment
The poignancy destroying the source of my contemplations
It's an arduous situation
Just relaying something to your friends is nothing short of a mayhem
It's like placating an argument with Asians
Hot cooking oil covering your apron
and getting to work on time in the a.m.
when there's morning traffic blocking the pavements
and the only main roads that all take you to your government placement
I'm a dog chasing cars, trying to jump through the first window that I see
But the windows are too tinted and the seats
are too high, plus there's too many criminals with beats
from their system, spitting insults through the indo that he breathes
And while they drive away, I hibernate through the winter while I seethe
Shiver to my feet while I suck the ******* wind into my teeth
A young child that's been battered up and kicked onto the streets
Beaten up by his kinfolk until his self-esteem
has been tarnished and cast into thin air
Something like a magic trick; have I been dicked?
**** yeah, I've been there
I've been paddling in the same old swimwear
Walking in the same old thin gear; the game don't end there
The fall is trying to pull me right in there
But I'm swimming from the tide as quickly as I can dare
As fast as my duck legs can carry me, my feet trying to kick snares
Keeping to the rhythm as I try to blitz where
I can find safe ground, on the shore, then I can sit there
and laugh and stick a finger! "I've beat you, tide! Ne-ner!"
An accomplishment that's hard to achieve
That's like jacking off without making a skeet
and I've been sitting here in my deck-chair bare for four hours watching the girls joggle
all while giving myself a cop beat
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Illustraight
 
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Reply Sun 6 Jul, 2014 11:46 am
You rhyme like THAT all day? You must be bored
I had a flight two years ago, and I took your slut on board
And for the record, sunshine - it's not Bombay, it's Mumbai
Get your geography right, THEN talk like a tough guy
My Mum loves your dick so much she crushed it in half
Now how the hell are you going to **** YOURS? With a branch?
Either that or it's that scissor-kick you tried to execute
which split your groin so bad it made you look like a vegetable
My lightweight personality will overshadow your darkness
with a light so heavy it will turn you into animal carcass
You're a shadow of your former self, your head is all but frayed
He's losing too much blood, somebody get him a tourniquet!
And I think you're afraid to man up and call my raise
Because you have a bluff that's so big I could put it over Broadway
I'm a rapscallion? Yeah, I guess I am a monkey
who ran away with your soul food because I was hungry
Now you haven't got the grit to turn me into chicken
You're cold turkey, plus your pigs' feet is pickled!
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Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Sun 6 Jul, 2014 04:47 pm
Hell yeah, I'll skip town ..... and come back with the city
and shake your village up like a Yank bitch's titties
Talking about whores doing chores on your balls
You've fucked so many mothers, you don't remember yours anymore
Another verse to waste on this disgrace of a rapper
You think you can beat an ace? You're wasted, little cracker!
And why does your name sound like someone from London?
"**** u all blood"? Why are you cussing your cousins?
You're busting your balls just to merk me mad
When all you really want to do is to jerk me bad
My dick is diseased, and it does make him a bit sick
Especially when I piss on this dim-witted prick
Illustraight, the heavy-hitting, body-piling so-and-so
Turning this bull sideways just like a rodeo
I hope you know you can never beat a good great
I'll be playing on your jukebox until it gives out and breaks
So keep hitting me with all your clichés and bars
And I'll still break you down like the cheapskate you are!

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theprofessor
 
  1  
Reply Mon 7 Jul, 2014 03:01 pm
this kids whack ejac on ya moms back lick my sack to ass crack , aflac you need insurance ...

I spill blood no tampons... slap wings to your pussy an push you off the top floor
you aint fly bitch ... all dogs go to heaven ... ur at the vetranarian doctor
ur spacing on an ovarian saucer .... you a fake Shorty .. call that an imp postur
thinks im playin aint a game , name on top the roster ... you cheesey put you on top my pasta ... choppa like rasta ... big poppa mic masta mike smasha trife rapper knife gash ya life faster then slittin your throat an listen to your last words

who this sucka thinking he sumthin ... assumptions pumping like a shotty ...
**** this punk u gettin pumped like mommy ...and dumped slumped inside her body ... baby .. call that a double Homi ....

-HIGHpro


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Illustraight
 
  2  
Reply Mon 7 Jul, 2014 03:59 pm
If I'm an Eminem, well, all the merrier
I'll push this Benzino off like a 4x4 carrier
Flip off Everlast, and kick Ja over the barrier
Then scar the face off Cage with a bottle of Perrier
You're a crossover of those four rappers who call themselves emcees
But your bars are all empty
You're not sweet enough like Cadbury's without the chocolate
You're broke like a business without a profit
ILLustraight's a prophet; my preaching, you couldn't stop it
even if you practised it, you'll be lost like Lucy without her Locket
So I'm something "chronicle"
A legend that's eternally told by multiple communals
While you're just a blank page ripped out of the article
of life; your existence on Earth is impossible
I'm I-L-L, I sell well
I'm grand like Melle Mel, a Diplomat like Hell Rell
I'm educated unlike some guy who can't spell
I mean, "twitity"? "Nitity"? What else? "Witity"?
Really? Your words are a little bit silly
And you say that I fiddle with kiddies?
I'll thrust you back to your little garden in your kindergarten
begging for little pardons, while I draw a little margin
That's how I cross weak MC's off
If they don't like how they've been crossed then that's their loss
**** 1860, let's go back to 1666
so I can toss you where the Fire licked?
My flow sweeps through your town like a plague
and consumes everything that you put at stake
That's a life on the battlefield you wish you never bet
to the most ruthless emcee that you have ever met
************

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