mic-holder
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 11:14 am
@theprofessor,
I wanna upload my mp3s to the site
charliesforce
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 12:52 pm
this frantic world im caught up in from my antics
is so durastic and mad that, i chew my fingers down to the bone, like a spastic
its so erratic i plan every plan i make and i chance it, this jungle that i rome is just so ******* deadly, its jurassic
but i aint being mellow dramatic, or outlandish, i spray like im on some wack mad ****, but the life that i live you will get your ass kicked, for a bad fix, a rag snitch, get hes skull cracked like its plastic , a bandit, would highjack your lamboginni or your transit, hell se you keys laying infront of your kitchen window and just smash it and grab it,
its impossible to be charismatic, this worls i live in i so traumatic , this crime fanatics are so problematic always holding automatics , ready to blast a full clip full of magnets, up your ass bitch, i cant stand it ......
to be continued..
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Illustraight
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 01:26 pm
@Dudu C,
I did throw the ball
Hit him hard in the face and his nose fell off
That's how hard I've spit, it's my reply today
I cut off his ******* nose just to spite his face
He fell off 'cause he didn't get his **** right
Ain't no messin' with this bitch, aight?
I guess that's what happens when you tread on ******* thin ice
I don't like you, Dudu - 'cause your crummy style is poo-poo
Plus I've just bit two of your bummy lines and screwed you
And you don't ******* like it, do you?
Hell, yeah, I'm an urkel - I love the science too, though
Blast him off until the ************ flies to Pluto
Split him like karate, or toss him like in judo
Wrestle him down and really squash him like in sumo
You can talk **** all you fuckin' like, but you know
And I know talkin' **** is all you like to do, though
You need surgery on your balls 'cause all fuckin' night you screw hoes
I just burned you, now I need a cigarette
professor, got a light? Do you smoke?






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charliesforce
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 03:52 pm
i guess its
**** what you heard and **** what you say
im the most venemous caringless emcees you been hearing to date
im am restless infected with a virus ready to break
paranormal activity except this one is scary like mj
remembering those days, little kids wher his most fave
thing to play around at night or in day preferably in play
mj would survey the situation and go take them on vacation hang them off the window balcony to the nation for display
now go bed and sleep babe, or do u want sum to eat babe?
a ******* pale sausage would go well with some meat jay..




when i spray its as if im on every drug on the market nowdays
whether im high off adrenaline or pennacilin its irrelevent im still killing emcees wishing there were winning fullfilling their ambition
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charliesforce
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 04:18 pm
ill intercept your mind with mental strain and a phyced alliance
my barz will stay defiant until im locked ina box for science
compare me to a lion but when i roar my barz like sirens
and u stare into my eyes your looking at the core of a hungry giant
you choose a different path but i am grime until im dead
like a wise man said, keep your anger in your head
dont cry about it get up of the floor and grab some ******* led
spew your venoumous anger onto paper let it spread
until your like an adrenaline anchor and the seas he target you set
if you feel like giving in from anger slap you self and get some rest
sont sell out from your lifes test, just go on and do your best
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theprofessor
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2010 09:52 pm
@mic-holder,
aight well theres lots reverbnation.com myspace.com of course a soundclick.com man theres a bunch for real I'll get ya some more !!! Peace
Illustraight
 
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Reply Fri 23 Jul, 2010 03:04 pm
@dj quik kid,
Okay, DJ "Quik" Kid
Enough with the bitch laying
You've made your bones by breaking bones - now you wanna get made
I'll whack you and just be "Quik" about it
Jump you faster than you can quip and shout it
You got the balls to claim that Quik's about it
I'll challenge you to a game of baseball - watch this bitch get outed
Football or soccer, watch the dick get fouled quick
Get dumped like bullpat, 'cause your stuff stinks of cow ****
And as for dr eryk, who made this fag a fuckin' medic?
This doctor's giving me a headache, someone pass the pot of Xanax!=
Or maybe some Andrew's Antacid or some Hedex
Panadol or Pinex, maybe a helping of Dolgesic
A dose of FeverAll, Lekadol, Panamax
Paramol, Calpol, Tafirol or Plicet
Anything to stop this head attack 'fore I panic
And start bashing these dicks and cause collateral damage
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mic-holder
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 01:42 am
Ima sit back with this rap, a diss track to get back
at all those hatin on my flows like a whip lash
im droppin it hot-and its off the top
with a flow so smooth you'd think the faucet was locked
you askin for trouble like you was talkin to cops
im spittin liquid so fast that now you watchin the clock
or chronograph to know-how-fast the syllable flip
should i draw a diagram to show how ill i can get?
I'm at it again, with a pad and a pen
damagin men,women,children: it aint a fad or a trend
i've manifested in the form of a beast
i was meant for this-like i was born in a beat
it aint abnormal to me-or maybe it is
to be so grown when most of yall got the brains of a kid
most of you who know me, know i don't diss much
but when i load the pen and shoot, i don't miss much
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theprofessor
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 04:02 am
@theprofessor,
i'll throw a pen in ya ass the rest of your life you'll write ****
i leave the on switch of my mics flipped
a.d.h.d spit on that hype ****
aight its word is bond
what ya heard is song
what ya herb is bong
hell theses demons always looking for a earth to surface on
nuclear flows soon to be radioactive leave ya surface gone
underground from the sound
get ya so high you aint comin down angels summoned now
the past is the past
smash the hourglass
in the dessert its about time you get what you deserve
struck a nerve
pluck a nerve
got you going into fight or flight alert ya system
jam ya nervous system
like a guitar
grab mics spit bars
bad nights shits hard
goodnights its hard liqour and bics that flicker
so much bass the earth shake earthquakes that flick tha rictor
your girl may be named candy but i aint with that bitch ta snicker
i aint comparing my **** to your **** ppl go that scripts sicker
I guaruntee i'll be there in deed reaper aint scaring me
long as some air in me for whateva the universe preparein me
took the time
hook the lines
till they turn into a book a rhymes
took da learning curve to straighten out a crooked mind
now i got those look it rhymes
look its mine
look its mind is turning
mankind is learning
damn this whole time we thought humankind were preaching sermons
get ya holy water an start speakin bourbon
im freakin urban suburb an you think U da man
im the first creature on this to speak to ya honest Hu-Da-Man
tossin these weeds outta the garden of eden
have ya'll chewing on this food for thought everything I threw to man
have you startin to beleive him
have the star in you come out for the evenin


Peace Yo much Love




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charliesforce
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 06:14 pm
i can feel your pulse beat, harder then when bow peep got her ******* pole shoved right up her hole jheez gotta ******* nose bleed and blacked out like oldies oh please, dont tell me those sheeps wool diddnt make a nice cold fleece

my incision on the mic is constantly holding my position thats got emcees wishing they wer ontop of this boat fishing, i intercept when there slipping and start ripping ther superstecions thats missing the plain fact im supplying food in the kitchen, im pratically a phsycic with the mic i ignite it and fly kick any ************ that tries it coz i can see the future sighted through my eyes it is lighted , the lighting of rap isnt looking all so brighted so with all my mite, ima fight it
mic-holder
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 05:08 am
@charliesforce,
Damn man i read all ya raps and ya never slack.......I'll be back
charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 08:05 am
@mic-holder,
thanks allot bro, likewise, the reason i am always improving is because of the likes of you the proffesor and all the good rappers on this site, i write everyday because rap is all i wanna do in life..
charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 09:18 am
my life is the reason i rap whilst im deep sleeping
whether greiving or acheiving its a comfort worth beleiving
whether your spirits on a low or so high it hits the ceiling
im teaming with every ******* word my fucked brain is receiving
through my mind, im also bleeding in hurt, from what i witnessed on friday evenings
after work// my father would convert// to a alcolholic achknowledge nothing we would say// hed rather pretend, he was full of logic but not if// he was already bouncing off every bedroom closet// rocket to the other side of the room then just lock it//the pub consumed every pound coin in his wallat and in his pocket// should i do a kurt cobain and cock it// or stick my tounge in the kitchen socket// it would all be over quicker than the speed of sonic// thats how i want it// but could not follow it through// just look at you// my mother would say with whilst holding her broken tooth// held toghether by a lick of glue// why you screaming and crying boo's// me and your father aint arguing, wer bouncing on the beds like kangaroos// this aint a bruise// its a black print from the news paper// dont be silly shaker //im your father im the one who made ya// do us a favour? // go but me a bottle of wiskey from the shops later// ill pay ya// fuk it il drive// ill demostrate to ya// how to drive whilst half alive// coz my father was to drunk to even count to five

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charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 09:52 am
im so sedistic and twisted you missed it the games was pissing in the wind bitch im consisting of barz so hard and fat they constricted im restricted from the emcees listed e.g young money coz lyrics are **** dick and sound so thick its as if lil wayne took a hard **** in nikkz clit and exploded on lil piss, oh no i mean lil dick, sorry lil chris oh yh its lil twist im so pissed i missed him hes wishing he was lyrically better, than this king
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charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 10:41 am
lyrically and physically im killing emcees willingly
spiritually im a presence thats been sent from the heavens
this is hows its ment to be, me ripping rappers superstecions 24/7
and teaching them lessons what do you reckon?
i no i need to channel my agression into sections projection in the game come froms connections
i see the directions in my reflections , im infected with rejections its a disease with no corrections unless you make an immpression

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theprofessor
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 11:07 am
@charliesforce,
I give thanks to both you guys Very Happy ey just so you know we don't have to live in the same city's to make tracks together ! we can make beats throw um to eachother throw down some verses and send um back to be produced an edited me an my friend have a home studio worth bout 10 grand so if ya'll wanna make some music just holla at me an we can get it cracking Wink
mic-holder
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 11:13 am
Ayo holla 187 from detectives to security
the police hate the greatest of us, i'm Shakur of it
murderers, gather up, blood soak, lather up
load a clip, mack em up, initiate massacre
never let down till the chalk outlines us
nothin but red dots and fingers to the finest
riders, rise up, fire till hes lifeless
as cold as your ice is like "try to indict this"
.....cause framing's for the cowardly
**** a couple rocks i sprinkle over your mortality
just ashes in the river, if you ask then i'll deliver
for the good of my people cause a badge is for the bitter
caskets full of liquor for my homies underground
pour a couple more shots when the forces come around
this the devil's dominion, **** a cop gettin by
no heaven for policeman till the day that pigs fly


4 mins then i'm out
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theprofessor
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 11:36 am
@theprofessor,
Wake up , got that urge to let words produce an adreniline surge
leave the circuits blown , leave the jerks alone , even if i have to work alone
invert the phone, Mic's always down , im up for it
never give up an forfit ,
from the cortex , twisted vortex , one man quartet
the beatboxer, the breakdancer, the emcee,
the graffiti
written on his soul , lit'n the fuse bombest flow
his styles magnetic kind, compass hold
my direction,step in my lab disection of congress hold
never pointing a finger , from the wrist up
ya fist fucked
clitorus fucked
its jsst what ? what i've known
since the atmantium in my bone grew a microphone
threw a cyclone flow , the ways this phyco flow
what goes around comes around ! originals are not recyclable
indivduals the type to ignite the soul
give a **** if you like the flow ,
have fans in the stands hold up there hands till the lighters blow
I cracked open a portal to the immortal know
so will i ever be a ghost writer No...
stand up for my rights Yo left in the land of supervillians I fight foes
Superheros , going from zero to deniro graf murals
P.O. referrals
give a F I know the Bureau
I piss off rappers when this cocky mf let the words flow
ya get smoked like herbal ,jumped like a hurdle
fatter then the gurdle, land on this planet an crop circles
post an paste Very Happy
an it aint up to no debate
when i get up its higher then the souls a saint
it's no debate
when my pen wake its higher then solar fate
diggin turntables , heavyweights on the mic like scholars crates
by now you should know the answer !
when Mikes on the mic it should stop all debate
rock n roll hip hop an all the greats
I summon ya souls ,give u a ring on saturn ur call'd today




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charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2010 03:50 pm
i gotta, pencil in my right, and a , mic in my left
gonna intercept the problem i will later correct
instead of babbling bout the money drug game and the sex
ima paint the picture inside of the frame, keep it in depth
it such a shame the rap game is falling to peices
phycologically speaking i gotta keep the game breathing
its being reborn theres tuff stages ahead, just like the teething
im receiving then leaving my teachings left with a meaning
im feeling the strain lyrically to keep the rap game healing
but the pussies like wayne, always deceiving mischeiving
now im steaming and writing verses from the morning to evening
im forming a team that seem to be winning and bringing
the game back from venom so poisonous the toxins are brimming
and stinging away the rap games heart, seems like years apart Em and
g-unit where there topping charts,
now its young money dargs breaking ladies hearts
pussies living in a fairy land , thinking they starz, well they are...
but ther lyrics stink like a fart, dont make me start on that **** or ill be writing till my fingers depart.....
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mic-holder
 
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Reply Mon 26 Jul, 2010 08:31 am
@theprofessor,
Yeah man lets do this, ya send me the beat,...I'll lay the verse and get it back to you
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