Back to the raps. Agreed indeed we need to proceed. Feed our rap breed like a lyrical steed on a stampede.
Rap is so easy, I can walk up and drop it. Ill keep up the topic so the mods don't lock it. Rapping is my outlet, I feel like the prophet. I've even made profit, and some enemies off it! 9 to 5 it... Oh yes Ima clock it! I take no time off it, I just bust like a rocket! And I see a few haters that be carefully watchin. I can die from this, but that's life in the projects! Money in my wallet is always the object. And po-lice cars, I'm steadily dodgin! Cuz they gonna catch me cuz they know I be mobbin. And its life or death here, I'm either starvin or robbin.
Rap is the game, Zeth is the name, I'm stealing your fame, nailin' your dames. Come down my way, hear what I say, The haters be hating, they gonna get paid. They want to try taking the money I've made. Hakuna Matada, their girl is laid. Life Is good when you roll Zeth's way. When I step up to the mic, better getcha self back. If you try and take my spotlight, better know you'll get slapped. Try to outrun my lyrics, you've already been trapped. Every mofo that comes at me, ends up getting capped. My lyrical expertise is unmatched by all. When I step into the court, I'm flat stealin' the ball. When I stand in front of the mic, boy I'm standing tall. And never in my career will I take a mighty fall.
Bump. Let's take it back, pull this thread out of the dump. All of the haters don't realize they are the chumps. And then by the time we take this thread to best of, They gonna start wishing that they rolled with us.
It's funny your talking about my raps that were recycled are deleted, cause I don't know what your talking about but basically all my battle raps are legit bro just saying can't always say the same about you
But enough. Are we ever going to start rapping again? Letting this thread sit so long, seems like a flat out sin. We don't want to end up like a group of has- beens. So long live rap, long live lyrics, and... Wins? Can't think of a good punchline for that.
I'm a marshian with an army of Spartans started burning down olive gardens talk to little girls like that rapest clown Ronald McDonald most say they spit fire but I take em out with a bucket of water I speak knowledge not little kids words go back to weenie hot Jr.
Hey there, you try to mess with me? I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, I rap so fast you can't even handle it. Don't be pathetic baby and throw a fit, 'Cause I do a man's job, and I'm on a roll, Why don't you ran back to the Internet and cry like a troll. You won't beat me, can't you see know? 'Cause your down in Earth, while I'm up in the clouds.
I need a double cheeseburger and hold the lettuce. Don't be frontin son no seeds on the bun. I'll be up in this drive thru order for 2. I got a craving for a number 9 like my shoe. I need some chicken up in here, in this dizzle, forizzle my nizzle extra salt on the frizzle. Doctor pepper my brother another for my mother double double super size and don't forget the fries. Crispy.