mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 01:08 pm
@Illustraight,
Opener: nice
Punches: nice
Creativity: nice
Complexity: nice
Multies: dope
Flow: aight
Entertainment: aight
Closer: super


overall: Shits tight dawg...Keep 'em comin
Megworm6
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 01:37 pm
@dmoneygangsta,
Aye, Aye
Im going in
Now you say ur the best but thats not what I heard
All you rap bitches try to cop up the nerve
To try and **** with me??
Nigga are you insane!!!!!
So I pulled out the glock and make you feel some pain
Real pain- like a piece of lead in ya brain
you fucked up my money so I tried to act sane
That didnt work out
so you know what i did?
Put yo bitch on ebay!- Lets start the bid
Yeah thats right im on that street ****!
Im the baddest female rapper you cant **** wit!
I flow like a clogged pipe?! !!!???
Nigga you trippin!
Im the reason your dirty ass jeans with roll a zipper!!!
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Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 02:40 pm
@mic-holder,
Dracula's Movement 16-bar freestyle

I roll like a “Bat Out Of Hell”
Spreadin’ my wings and flyin’ over you with a sinister smile so swell
Guided by the moonlight and darkness as bodyguards
Brandishin’ my Constantine gun, let the shotty spark
I’m a vampire, a tale from your campfire
Makin’ you “Afraid Of The Dark”, scared to blow out your lighter
Lost in the forest woods, walkin’ up your park throwin’ up your hood
Keepin’ your head down like a brother should
Not even your neighbourhood can protect you
My minions will overshadow mentals, you get poked and stabbed with pencils
Chopped into pieces by axe utensils
Pointed edges of steel weapons, fanged teeth and jagged sickles
You get left with wounds, not even labs can mend you
Doctors will pronounce you dead, your family will have to rest you
My stealth is unparalleled, immaculate movin’
Nobody can stop the Count Dracula’s movement
charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 04:10 pm
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyricist to a vicious vigourous
Militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same
When the bass plays away
I just blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay, There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
The game wont ever be the same
Ill willingly finish a typical imbacil thinking he can start spitting syllables
Dont say your a synical criminal the **** you spit is fictional
Your killing ritual is something like minimal
physically status make me feel pitifull
Is your initial miserable sadness supposed to strike fear in fools
Stearing clear of rules dont make you the baddest
of gangsters just more of a bitch whos **** whens hes lyrical












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mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 06:33 pm
@Illustraight,
I aint even got to break this down man, you good with words

this freestyle's off the hook son.....One of them realiest spits i ever read here
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 08:00 pm
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyrical lyricist to a vicious vigourous
Militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same


When the bass plays away
I just blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay,
There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
And the game will never be the same


Ill willingly finish a typical imbacil thinking he can start spitting syllables
You wish your a synical criminal but the **** you spit is fictional
Your killing ritual is something like minimal
physical status make me feel pitifull
Is your initial distinctive sadness visible coz your miserable
or you tryna intimidate fools with your mysterios ways and finagle
Stearing clear of rules dont make you the baddest
of gangsters just more of a bitch hiding tears from the savage animals
strapped with gats and Hammers,
Most rappers just chat about their strap and mansion
I cant stand 'em so i took a crack at an anthem

Your never gonna find me lying about my alliance ive got provided
Its supplied in silence never mind what theyd do if you tried it
I remain in defiance, sustaining a violent side maintained whilst the pressures keeps rising
Im combing rhymes with surprising verbal ability,
underlyning my minds consistent trying and agility


Too be continued for a track.....lemme know your thoughts
















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MaxCombination
 
  1  
Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 11:17 pm
@Norbiy,
Ya dög u are famos i herd alot about u gettin smashed in the anus and how Ya.throat is hollow how u.like to suck án swallow u callin every one a faggott Im. Trying tell u án my haters there not anuf room ön.my.dick hop off So Here.a.little.phare to ember me by( **** u hasselhoff)
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AwesomeKid
 
  1  
Reply Tue 4 Jan, 2011 06:31 am
@Clary,
clary you scare me with those words
**** you'd scare me more if u pulled up those skirts
**** I cant tell from your name that ur male or female
you must be bi cos guys dont use flowers and butterflies as an i-con
I'll just call you bitch and pulled on your hair
drag you on the ground slap ya give you bitch treatment just being fair
n i aint talking bout pulling the hair on you head
i'm talking about pulling the hair on your chest
your ugly and hairy you need to shave
so ugly white people wouldn't make you a slave
what i would do is put you in chains
sell tickets to people who wants to see freaks in a cave
ur weak wit your rhymes and it probably took u more than a week for you to complete those silly rhymes
**** it i'm outta here why am i wasting my time
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AwesomeKid
 
  1  
Reply Tue 4 Jan, 2011 07:15 am
@BuckJoe,
Bla bla bla you talk a whole lot of nothin
stop frontin 'for you get gunnin
runnin round with ur oldy friends
men who still wear buck shorts and wide lens
makes you feel confident you gon win
in a fist fight or a knife scene
but hold up you forgetting one thing
they cant protect you for ever ur still just on man
being a scaredy cat is what you do best
let your emotions run when your rolled at
you're not tough n you aint gangsta neither
sittin behind your computer throwing shots of ether
sayin your not battlin we dont believe ya
should not have put your mouth where it don't belong
18 yrs old, we lived by the bong!
talk about you live by the gun
son keep it real , when you spit, I see your whole ideal
fake as a mother ****** your name should be jill
cos all you say is fairy tale jack, run up the hill [*bang* *bang* gunshots]
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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Tue 4 Jan, 2011 12:30 pm
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyrical lyricist
to a
Vicious vigourous militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same


When the bass plays away
I blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay,
There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
And the game will never be the same


Ill willingly finish a typical imbacil thinking hes spitting ill syllables
Wish your a synical criminal but the **** your
Spilling is fictional
Killing ritual is something like minimal
Physical status is pitifull
Is your initial distinctive sadness visible coz your miserable
Dont say say your bringing a pistol bitch, one hit on my mic is critical
Ima phycic reading your mind and im finding yor life is mythical
Youve never ignited lights, your rhymes are missing the principal
Most rappers lie about their life and how survivings a miracle
Now their arising 'n inspired to spill it all


Your never gonna find me lying about my alliance ive got provided
Its supplied in silence never mind what theyd do if you tried it
I remain in defiance, sustaining a violent side maintained whilst the pressures keeps rising
Im combing rhymes with surprising verbal Science
Add a little alkaline, You gotta bomb provided
Im always on the timing, Never go wrong with rhyming
And could probably keep dropping lines if the song kept cycling
Ding dong, the bells gone, gloves on, get fighting


To be continued......l







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charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Wed 5 Jan, 2011 05:04 pm
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyrical lyricist
to a
Vicious vigourous militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same


When the bass plays away
I blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay,
There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
And the game will never be the same


Ill willingly finish a typical imbacil thinking hes spitting ill syllables
Wish your a synical criminal but the **** your
Spilling is fictional
Killing ritual is something like minimal
Physical status is pitifull
Is your initial distinctive sadness visible coz your miserable
Dont say say your bringing a pistol bitch, one hit on my mic is critical
Ima phycic reading your mind and im finding yor life is mythical
Youve never ignited lights, your rhymes are missing the principal
Most rappers lie about their life and how survivings a miracle
Now their inspired to spill it all


Your never gonna find me lying about my alliance ive got provided
Its supplied in silence never mind what theyd do if you tried it
I remain in defiance, sustaining a violent side maintained whilst the pressures keeps rising
Im combing rhymes with surprising verbal Science
Add a little alkaline, You gotta bomb provided
Im always on the timing, Never go wrong with rhyming
And could probably keep dropping lines if the song kept cycling
Ding dong, the bells gone, gloves on, get fighting

Honestly i am the prodigy follow my lyrical oddysey,
'N colony commonly known as the bodies of quality
Constantly following policys
Unfortunently the rap game is no comedy
So please have some modesty and wipe of the novelty
Of college Wannabe G's copying a life of monopoly
Fake Rap, money and hoes wobbling their bootys
Probably self conciously
I am real, so dont compare me to nominess like lil wayne
And his possy of odditys
Verbal attrocities
Merged ina world of their own self philosiphies
Its time to modestly demolish these mockeries
Robbing poor Poverty Stricken children For their pocket P
Earned by working on their own property
This game aint no world of monopoly
No time for apoligies, your Genorositys mytholigy
Your being verbally murdered by a teen with velocity
There no stopping me obviously
You just got wallaped G.

HAHA FINALLY FINISHED THIS ************< BE REALISING A TRACK SOON HOPEFULLY.
0 Replies
 
charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Wed 5 Jan, 2011 06:00 pm
Satans deciple, Survived a life full of stryfe,
Now my minds set for revival
Dads in denial, gonna have to watch him die
through my own eyeballs
Nightfall Family fights reoccured on a cycle
I was told Friday night hypes where never my fault
Used to hide behind tears and a slight smile
Suicide crossed my mind as a child
But i could never, slice a knife through my windpipe
Blood, body letter just left in a pile
A little kid, chalkmarks round his body on the tiles
But feeling sorry for my self,
left no chance for survival

to be continued.........





iRap2
 
  1  
Reply Wed 5 Jan, 2011 08:15 pm
@charliesforce,
I haven't been rapping for days, months, years/
It's like I'm starting a new life, oh dear/
I'll relax back and spit as I drink my bear/
Spit three bars, four bars, it's near hit/
I'll brake your wrist, smack you down getting your face on my spit/
Wrestle hard, rap hard, this isn't rocket science so don't sit/
Stand up and listen, we don't roll up to the game/
Life is just totally full of lame; this is a murder sentence to blame/
You can keep hating but life is no over yet because I'll suffer pain/
Show me love or hate I'll keep fighting until I gain peace/
Throw up the deuces and show them you won't even fall with grease/
I'm not a bird, I'm not a geese, but I'm sure I'm not king/
Brick and stones may hurt but words can't sling/
So don't come and be all tough because you don't have the bling/
Show the ruby diamond ring, it's fake according to you/
Why fake it? We know you're life is a disgrace, yeah, that's coo/
I'm not fly, I'm not high, I'm just a ghost who will scare you like BOO/
But I'll work up the mountains to regain the power/
Spit, split, broken wrist, diss, don't even try to cowered/
I'm done with the bullshitting because I won't stop till I go high as a tower/
I am the power, i am the person to regain the true game/
This isn't my place, but I'm sure I'll be ahead of the race/
Pain in my heart, pain in all these days...
I'll show them how I do em in many ways...
0 Replies
 
charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Thu 6 Jan, 2011 11:53 am
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyrical lyricist
to a
Vicious vigourous militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same


When the bass plays away
I blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay,
There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
And the game will never be the same
Im sick in the brain
Sadistic spirit is my middle name
lyrically ripping and killing bitches bringing their game
instantly change from a lyrical lyricist
to a
Vicious vigourous militant instantly wielding a clinical blade
im the not same


When the bass plays away
I blaze away with amazing grade
Im here to stay,
There is no saving grace
Theres no containing this pain
And the game will never be the same


Ill willingly finish a typical imbacil thinking hes spitting ill syllables
Wish your a synical criminal but the **** your
Spilling is fictional
Killing ritual is something like minimal
Physical status is pitifull
Is your initial distinctive sadness visible coz your miserable
Dont say say your bringing a pistol bitch, one hit on my mic is critical
Ima phycic reading your mind and im finding yor life is mythical
Youve never ignited lights, your rhymes are missing the principal
Most rappers lie about their life and how survivings a miracle


Your never gonna find me lying about my alliance ive got provided
Its supplied in silence never mind what theyd do if you tried it
I remain in defiance, sustaining a violent side maintained whilst the pressures keeps rising
Combing rhymes with surprising verbal Science
Add a little alkaline, You gotta bomb provided
Gotta stay on the timing, Never go wrong with rhyming
Could probably keep dropping lines if the song kept cycling
Ding dong, the bells gone, gloves on, get fighting

Honestly i am the prodigy follow my lyrical oddysey,
'N colony commonly known as the bodies of quality
Constantly following policys
Unfortunently the rap game is no comedy
So please have some modesty and wipe of the novelty
Money and Woman wobbling their bodies
probably self conciously
Now college wannabes tryna copy a life of monopoly
I am real, so no comparing me to nominess like lil wayne
And his possy of odditys
Verbal attrocities
Merged ina world of their own self beleiving philosiphies
Its time to modestly demolish these mockeries
Robbing poor Poverty Stricken children For their pocket P
Earned by working on their own property
Save your apoligies, your Genorositys mytholigy
Im forming an abnormal oral velocity
Ready to storm from the top
picking you at random like the lottery
And holding you at ransom till you say sorry properly.


recording this possibley tomorow




zikamit
 
  1  
Reply Thu 6 Jan, 2011 01:24 pm
@dauer,
I'm the diva of the south

if u dnt cum correct u better watch your mouth

cuz shyt u say aint meant

you'll have my words all spent

no time to play games

a gun really not meant to tame

all boys really like is sex

dey never kno who will be the next,

victim cuz shyt spread easily

shut up and let me speak freely

yea I'm a gurl but who say girls cant rap

sum get loud applauses not just a clap

I speak wuts on my mind cuz I got sumthing to say

I aint going nowhere

***** I'm here to stay!!

0 Replies
 
Illustraight
 
  1  
Reply Thu 6 Jan, 2011 05:13 pm
@charliesforce,
[Intro]
This is dedicated to the children all around the world
Not just the children
But all the young adults and men alike
Who have problems communicatin’ or standin’ their own ground
against those givin’ them a hard time over some **** that they can’t control
To all the disabled, the slow-learnin’
Dyslexic, dyspraxic, epileptic
The disproportionately-sized
And pretty much everyone else that I’ve missed
This is for all y’all
Check it

[Verse 1]
Keep your head up, young’n – please, don’t get upset
Don’t pay attention to those talkin’ ****
They are just bullies with large egos and hard image
All of that; everyone knows they’re all gimmicks
You are who you are, that is what you don’t forget
As long as you trust that, you’ll get over it
Just trust no-one, not even your best close friends
They don’t give you that much respect very often
Just keep walkin’ down that road that you’re on
Look out for yourself; I guarantee you won’t be moanin’ for long
Just believe in the Lord, and He’ll mose you along
Don’t look at the people who are knowin’ you wrong
At the end of the day, they’re gonna know that THEY were wrong
They took advantage of your character, they know it’s not on
‘Cause somethin’’s got to give, but they’re givin’ less than somethin’
But you’ll get more, you’ll be sayin’, “Thanks for nothin’!”

[Hook]
This is dedicated to all autistic people
All treated unequal, ‘cause you’re different people
Don’t pay no mind to them or listen to them
Cause those motherfuckers know that they get it in the end
[x2]

[Verse 2]
They take the piss out of you ‘cause you don’t know how to write
They lambast you because you don’t know how to fight
You don’t know how to read, so does that make it alright
for them to insult you like that?! No, it’s not right!
Just because you’ve lost the use of your arms and your legs
And you’re sittin’ on a wheelchair, and Mum has you fed
through a tube ‘cause you don’t know how to eat on your own
**** THAT!!!! Why can’t they just leave you alone?!
And to think, I used to be just like you
So I know what it’s like
To recognise all the signs of the guys who despise you
They’re not even nice
Plus they ALWAYS have to give you unwanted advice
Like, “Take that ******* hat off! Get some new braces!
Do me a favour and wipe that **** up off your face!
Stop talkin’ to yourself! Stop bein’ a retard!
Stop your monkeyin’, screamin’, squawkin’, bleatin’, hee-haw!”
It’s not your fault, they just don’t give a ****
So why should YOU care what they say?! Kid, WHAT?!
Don’t get stuck; most of all, don’t give up
Keep your head up to the sky, young’n, and hold it up!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It’s a dedication I don’t want to go unnoticed
Not just me – but the other kids down and hopeless
They don’t know how to focus and they’re at their ever lowest
And all they want is for the outer world to give them notice
They’re not attention-seekers, they just want to be heard
But they get the WRONG attention just because they are nerds
Sittin’ in the NORM room, or at least that’s what they call it
The treatment that they’re given so far is appallin’
How the **** long are we gonna keep them stallin’?
The delays are just borin’!
I know how it feels when you’re spendin’ ages callin’
And they don’t answer you; you get painted in the corner
With your arms around your head and ears blockin’ out the noise
You can’t get attention when you’re callin’ to your boys
It’s motherfuckin’ STUPID!!!!
I hope this dedication is enough to get you heard
‘Cause you deserve a place in society – that’s my word!

[Hook]
0 Replies
 
rapper4life
 
  1  
Reply Thu 6 Jan, 2011 08:23 pm
yo can anybody help me i used to do rap battles but i want to start doing songs and im not good at starting out songs can u give me some lines that i could use in the begging and what that song is about if u could help thnk u so much
charliesforce
 
  1  
Reply Thu 6 Jan, 2011 08:25 pm


Round hear theres no thing as civilized
Kill or die in given time living lives are minimized
I aint spitting lies every night is a sight through a killers eyes
finished guys in the skies
They submitted their life by swinging a knife
To commited to crime now their pitted for time
Living in dirt a box with with no light
The familys hurt lotts, but its too late to turn time
Burned ashes, gathered for the Urn
And return to the earth scattered
No'one earned the worst, its justa curse that leaves you shattered
Every word and verse im rapping is packed with concern
For the fams that have had a loved carried ina black carriage
such a pitty rapping bout a city where a silly action,
gets a milli banging caps from picadilli to camden
Drug transactions is a freequent happening
Round hear
You really dont wanna bring a big loud mouth round here
Hear a big sound, and be found with your crown pierced
A big clap, and their wont be no crowd cheers
You best hope that you know your way round here
Any bloke could have his neck poked for his phone
Left all alone to groan as he slowly lets go
His family are sitting at home,
and dont yet know theres another lost soul on the road
Ambulance numbers on hold coz some dick on coke think a prank
call on his owns a joke
Little does he know that his father blowing his last breath out his throat
on the opposite road
As he walks himself home a old broke shadow approaches him covered by a black cloak
Lets a cap blow off billys hat goes as he drops to the curb
Theres no coming back, No

Billy wont return but he learnt being silly really
Wasnt worth trading his life for a bird
Or lerking the curbs at quarter past midnight
Serving the goons on the block
diddnt fit right
Carrying a stick with no clips to ignite
Chick by his side in his whip felt fine
The end was insight but his eyes
Where blinded by **** that he wanted to vizualize at the time
You could say that he murdered his own father
And did he deserve to be shot alone after
Regardless, hes dead in a cemetary
Family members have two bodies to bury in caskets
Rain starts to poor as the the family all march in
Flowers placed ontop of their corpse in baskets
Mom starts to cry as the ceremonys starting
But as their lifes are told, the atmospheres calming
More lifes lost, through a vicious attack
"Who the hell in the world would have did this to dad"
"If the only the ambulance had been quicker than that, He would have been sitting with his feet back relaxed"
"And what about the murderer that shot down billy?
submerged in the night, Something smells fishy
Children are starving babys are startling
Once again the everyones emotions are enhancing
Rough winds followed by a storm is alarming
The stress of this incident is mentally harming
A distant sound of a dog barking
followed by the sound of a old man laughing
People are running screaming and barging
Fleeing out the door trampling on gardening
as the pain is hardening and the sky is darkening
A shadowed figured man appears in the margin




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mic-holder
 
  1  
Reply Fri 7 Jan, 2011 04:37 am
@rapper4life,
I got you.....
zikamit
 
  1  
Reply Fri 7 Jan, 2011 10:02 am
@Odd Socks,
Don’t read into it too much

I hear you rappin but I think I heard enough

Your sh** is dead and outdated

top notch to the top, I’m rated

while you still freestylin and masterbatin

I’m cold I know, I gotta reason to be

24 years old, and no one seems to see

that I’m worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Just gimme a chance, I will show the world, you’ll see

even if I gotta take down my pants and show everybody on t.v.

if ya fuc* with me ya fuc*in with a p.I.m.p./
 

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