DA BoMB
Listen as i glisten im on 1 man
mission past the stars to mars
i jus whipped your
arse
now wipe it ,
im a
1 hit wonder like 2 pac down under
you fear me, like it
from the streets i listen to hip hot beats
JAY Z to 50 THE GAME to SHADY
u wanna cry like a BABY cos u cant have your way
Da Bomb ARE U GAY?????????????????
So your a Lyrical homie
your not
your more like a
homosexual pony
horny, sit down u clown
try to make sence, take this 50 pence
buy some paper jot down some words that
rhyme together
that way u become clever and u can come at me better
Hip hot my butt, Your lines don't rhyme
I could beat even if I was a mime
Your lyrics are pathetic
We need to call a medic
Because you think ur all cool
But you jsut another fool
Some people are impressive, I say again
Your lyrics can knock down a wall but then
Some really need to improve
If they can't they just need to move
I'll just say that the professor can't profess
Look at all the girls he could not impress
YTZ it's funny how you make fun of gays when you are one too
Your best skills are tying your shoes
I gotta go man, I gotta flee
Out of this dump man i'm doin this with glee
Throughout the metropolitan I got a cult followin
Sore throat swallowin from sittin close hollerin
Some listeners rhyme but after they listen to mine
The list to resign looks like a petition was signed
C'mon you gotta believe my lyrics guided your seed
Put 'em in the album cover and it got 'em to read
You not in my league my flow's cold in the hottest degrees
Can seize and cause liquor in a bottle to freeze
A lotta emcee's
when they see me on the streets try me
But they only claim they fame is gettin beat by me
In every class their's a clown so when I ask the crowd
Are there rappers around the whackest always has to get loud
With a pack or a pile of cats all night they hassle and hound
My crew so they can try to battle me now
So here's a comparison to narrow it down
My delivery's by air and yours travels by ground
Cause lightenin to flash thunder claps in the clouds
You can't counteract when you're under attack from the sound
Security won't tackle you down your neck I'll throw a lasso around
Hang you two feet from tappin the ground
As of right now +BUN+ is more anticipated
Than a patient waitin for a transplant match to be found
im a grand blunt rolla
if they had a contest i'll win
b'cuz my **** stay tight and plump
the perfect blunt wit no bumbs
i stay higher than flyin squirls
if u choose royalty by the smoke inhaled
i be the ruler of the world
b'cuz i smoke mo herb than martha stewart got in her kitchen
pitch but smoke while im pitchin
gotta stay high ta keep up the speed
im smokin on that **** wit zero seeds
chronic strees ta purple haze
i want some **** that'll keep me high for days
put me on my bacc close my eyes im in amaze
man i tell ya its good ta blaze
but dont be high tryin ta catch a fade
you'll get knocked and really be sleep for days
ok ok ytz ill try thaT Bitch/// But i dont need dat i got the magic stick like da witCh// one twirl en u be on the bottom of a ditch// Dirt in your eyes ppl wont hear your crys// You be dead Before One fed Walks to De end// Covered in dirt.. Blood All ovEr your shirt// Fag stay out of dis game// Cause your rymes only speak of shame// You try en try but you wont even see a glism of the halla fame//
Ok Da bomb u think your a killer
ive heard that one
got the song the lyrics were wrong
im stil at the top
man no1 can make me drop
jus stop while your at it
man your to crap at dis
if i giv u a cheque will u quit
that way u can buy yourself a new clit
hang on street corners earning a dime and 3 quarters
im here in the rap head quarters with def jam records
ripping thru with numerical cords
your a gambling fraud
i live and die by the sword
man tonight u better pray to the lord
cos its over for u
im outta here
think ur da bomb na blad dat not true
i dnt need to get ready for u
ak 47 in both hands
take the **** out of ur glands
pow pow na i dnt need that beat
ima bout to blow so u shuld take a seat
and watch this flow BLOW!
lets go
pray to the lord cos u need that help
ima make this jump like nobody else
New to this game, ma second rap battle
already defyin you kids, showin my metal
already denyin you chance to redress and progress
showin the whole world yo **** rhythmical mess.
This the tip of tha iceberg, some ice cold words
the honey of my rhymes flyin beauty like birds
Expressin defections in yo style and yo verse
defective rap sessions all in tha hip-hop hearse
Come play wit tha best, now yo dined wit tha rest
more comprehensive, explosive than de niro on set
rewritin all rulebooks like a phoenix from flame
the rap that i'm writin is rebirth of tha game
silky like chocolate in a white man's skin
ridin tha beatwaves like ma dj's pin.
constant evolv'ry, i buck tha devolving
yo lyrics put on me, signin defeat.
so bring tha fight, as ma words get more tight,
i'm tha new hip-hop light, wit tha rottweiler bite.
Peace.
f*ck Shak, given we've just hatched,
difference? i dust rats.. and you're... just wack.
so bust back, Lay's ahead of you,
treat you like a mechanical pencil..
..always puttin' lead in you.
i'm better dude, you gonna take a slug,
saying "ma" and "tha", don't make ya thug.
save ya mug, i type from the top of my head,
nevermind a verse, it's you i'm droppin' instead.
forgot what i said? i'm the dopest, bitch,
keep comin' till everybody quote this ****.
yeah you think y'all it bitch, with tha puny words that you got
they just kiddy school stylins, but fo 5 year olds it's not a bad shot,
mechanical pencil homes, that the best f*cking thing you can do?
ma rhymes stickin around some, bound by rhythmical glue,
you better than what nig? the binmen at collectin the trash?
storin it up for later use in this treasonous lyrical mash.
not talkin tha talk and walkin tha walk, jus feelin my words erupt
from ma volcano of soul, leavin ya cold, to choke in yo tex pickup truck.
yeah you typin from tha top of yo head, yo brains holdin up yo pants,
don't f*ck with me you'll end up dead, with a 9mm hole in yo ass.
nevermind a verse, i don't see a verse, but understand the **** that yo speak,
with your transplanted brain, it mus drive yo insane, to hear me blast from UK streets.
yeah i forgot, nothin to remind me, cept yo repeatin that bull,
nobody'll quote ya, not now, ever, cos what yo sayin ain't cool.
i've always been, will be, and am so much better,
than the sh*t you constantly try,
originatural, king of tha lateral, droppin my joints from on high.
constantly changin my rhythm,
freestylin in syncopation,
refreshin the Atlantic breeze,
with the flipstyles dictated wit ease,
off the beat, back on, repeat
spittin out sh*t yo ain't never seen,
yo bitches all mine, gettin shak's silky lovin,
the next one yo find, still got my bun in her oven,
wrestlin them into sweet submission
wit my tongue, my fingers, and meat transmission,
i tap out the rhythm of my beats imperious
sendin that clitoral nerve struct delirious,
i shoot you down like an sas sniper
then bite on yo defects like a north country viper,
once again i'm provin my mastery,
piercin yo words wit my lyrical archery.
oh **** son! i'm leaving this bitch done,
askin' cats if they seen ya wack verse..
..they like, "which one?"
it ain't literal dude, gettin' physical too,
but please explain to me dawg..
..the f*ck is rhythmical glue?
ain't been fed for weeks, bum it's humblin',
said i got bread n' cheese..
..n' now your stomach's grumblin'.
beef? ignite or spark it, why try to start it?
when everyone on this board knows..
..every line you write is garbage.
i flow best.. straight up, this hoe next?
nah, cuz your lines come with a stretch..
..that could rival Bowflex.
loool. short n' sweet.
U think u can rap cuz u can talk smack
i pop back and nut in yo mouth
talkin bout some ludacris ****
i spit everything out
its my desire my fire
my killin within
to rip any mc
that tries to **** wit me
if u feel heat
raise yo hand and say
that i won this thang
u aint neva smelled **** as good as mine
i got this **** off the grapevine
it blows your mind
its the new ****
the blue ****
that i trip off
i pay 25 a gram
this aint no rip off
i pop off on fake stoners
tryin to say they smoke
why everytime u hit it
u start to choke
but everytime i smoke
i spit fire out
only u can prevent forest fires
so shut yo mouth
im the rapghost
as clear as day
if u think u big
ome **** wit me
someone please give me some spray
this guy stinks i need to blow him away
lyrically you don't scare me because you've got invincibility 89
i no ur the one with the disability
hiv on the street no money to poor to rap with a beat
man ur a mess take a seat
and now ur saying ur so good you can smoke
**** man get the facts straight ur broke
you even have to steal stuff of the grapevine
thats a joke
ok im finished maybe i will stay to watch you choke. lol
Do I fall in the trap
When I write this rap
Must I swear and cuss
And make a loud fuss
Is it just a rumour
That I can't use humour
To mark my time
With these words of mine
Am I out of place here
Should I disappear?
For I can't write low
As I think you know
And can't get my head
All around this thread
nah ur allright stay with it
Shak wrote:yeah you think y'all it bitch, with tha puny words that you got
they just kiddy school stylins, but fo 5 year olds it's not a bad shot,
mechanical pencil homes, that the best f*cking thing you can do?
ma rhymes stickin around some, bound by rhythmical glue,
you better than what nig? the binmen at collectin the trash?
storin it up for later use in this treasonous lyrical mash.
not talkin tha talk and walkin tha walk, jus feelin my words erupt
from ma volcano of soul, leavin ya cold, to choke in yo tex pickup truck.
yeah you typin from tha top of yo head, yo brains holdin up yo pants,
don't f*ck with me you'll end up dead, with a 9mm hole in yo ass.
nevermind a verse, i don't see a verse, but understand the **** that yo speak,
with your transplanted brain, it mus drive yo insane, to hear me blast from UK streets.
yeah i forgot, nothin to remind me, cept yo repeatin that bull,
nobody'll quote ya, not now, ever, cos what yo sayin ain't cool.
i've always been, will be, and am so much better,
than the sh*t you constantly try,
originatural, king of tha lateral, droppin my joints from on high.
constantly changin my rhythm,
freestylin in syncopation,
refreshin the Atlantic breeze,
with the flipstyles dictated wit ease,
off the beat, back on, repeat
spittin out sh*t yo ain't never seen,
yo bitches all mine, gettin shak's silky lovin,
the next one yo find, still got my bun in her oven,
wrestlin them into sweet submission
wit my tongue, my fingers, and meat transmission,
i tap out the rhythm of my beats imperious
sendin that clitoral nerve struct delirious,
i shoot you down like an sas sniper
then bite on yo defects like a north country viper,
once again i'm provin my mastery,
piercin yo words wit my lyrical archery.
Im a lyrical rapper// Ya im a known stabber// when my flows are on da move. im in da groove//
Y'all Think your all hip hop// But you Nothin Your rymes cant even make art// Fk all u..
Ya ytz thats YOU!!
Im on top of dis ****//jus how i was wit your bitch//
When u on Da ground U betta sTay down// Unless youWant a Bloody Frown//
Im a baller Watch how i rebound//
When i throw Up my threes Its wit eaSe//
Ya u will see// Up low up High a Bullet Inyour eye
You cry FAGGIT!!!!! En i sie and say BY BY!!!!
You on da floor im walkin out da door//
a yo sorry shak its ment for ytz
da bomb where are you from
