*wakes up* "where my bread at?" I just got head but where the kush and tha slave at? 50 shades of Static I demand my new strange Im rollin up my own kush and unraveling my hoes strangs Id correct and say *strings but these chickens aint got none but that fiyah dome? these chicks got that hot one! theres no hoe that I cant have and no woman that is not mine u ran it like a stop sign... and I aint even popped mine so why yo wife got lock jaw? Ya grandkids call me paw-paw I fisted like a southpaw but yo chick gets a "no call" nope its not roll call but im rollin sniffin strait raw get in line & do a line & hop up off my nutz, just go, dog! as a matter of fact... go and bring ya wife back cuz I work for the city now and I get paid to pipe that! layin the iron like now I'm playin golf she was just so soft... no wonder I knocked her off! Im a gangsta type and ya girl wanna live that life I blame cocaine and ice I shoot... and she love tha dice but shes not even a dime and that lean got her turnt up sprite with that syrup bout to get that ass burnt up
Proving people's prevalence primarily prioritized Irascibility with inflammation now homogenized As time goes ticking by, what I left behind, it's still alive They all say they're the best, this ambiguity I criticize Ok, ok, that's a little complicated, but No way, No way, does that say my skill is jaded, cuz Olé, olé, I could dance around you fakers, so Go pray, go pray, this matador ain't gonna maim you for All the sins I see in this Some of you lack cohesiveness It's like you typed this blind, sword-fighting, with two p*****s So I'll correct these grievances The legendary reaper's in Brobot9 is terrifying, record's causing sleeplessness
It's been forever since I've been here, gripping the mic Oil the engine, get it in gear, rhymes to recite See the children hiding in fear, riddled with fright Because the Brobot has re-entered, fixing to bite So alright, I can bet that most of you forgot me Expected, suppressing the better one makes you top seed Ignore the diffidence galore that roared when I rocked thee Thy wit showeth to be prosaic, mistakenly côcky Thy platitudinous sayings are insipid and trite "Thy dycketh is small" say thee with frivolous might And after all these cliché disses, what doth we find? Thy unoriginality is killing thy bootless mind The same old insults written, concerning drugs and women Your budding mind envisions, nothing cuz you've just killed it The same topics are rehashed, trying to get attention Your efforts are tantamount to starving children's nutrition...it's not there Aah I've missed writing on this thread
#support hahahaha funny enough is that my speakers are playing that "no way" by Futuristic. Hes cold and we all know that. Glad u could copy and paste him for us. #sike
Strap on your reading glasses You fakers slow as molasses My first draft was faster I slowed it down to make it last just Picture perfectly poised pens and pencils Pent up pensive pictorials - pleased to stencil Your latest endeavor crushed by my fists of lyrical Vendettas that flatten the earth - no longer spherical Cyn's a sadist sent to strip farm and reinvent ya As a sickly sickle cell stricken kingdom dismembered Remember, my skill set involves a certain flare They say I'm pretty good, but I'm really your worst nightmare A mean dream with a mean streak I'll reach through your screen Gauge your eyes from your skull just to make you believe That what you see is not a scene built to make you scream But a harsh reality - this is me being me You wake up in a cold sweat relieved you're alive Til you look over and I'm standing right at your bedside You blink twice, hide your eyes then pray to the skies But the skies don't respond because the skies are mine I laugh at your cries - your reality is built on lies So try this on for size while I enjoy your demise: I allowed your existence and though I admire your persistence In this universe I can end your shh in an instant
...in an instant I strait murder a flow I servin em rogue bars, just please hold on ...to the mic, cuz its hot and im servin the rocks Im swervin in the lane and ignorin the cops cuz if I get stopped its a shootout in the street hittin all witnesses and anybody with a beef cuz everybody wit a beef is another gun aimed at my face, and I like my face and cherish my brain! So yea, im highly conceited Im highly regarded as the King ...cuz nobody can unseat me and very few have beat me! how could somebody beat this? ill put a rack on it... ...that I'm just rappin street sense the track is just a street scent and my street smells... of fresh hundred dollar bills and princess cut diamonds shoved deep inside my grill ...a fitted cap Ray Bans and a 50 cal. Jordans hold me down and 3 cuts in my brow. I got a pocket full of money but my cash is all debit so when I make it rain... strippers gotta check my credit! and I likes my strippers ...fishnets and the zippers $80 dance and u can suck the nipple ...but yo broke ass better tip her :lol:
I know I'm not Static, and I know never will be The one who "smokes a blunt" for this ain't really thinking clearly But that's not who I've come to diss So hit the beat and plunge in this Nihongo desuka? What the frick Won't need to have to translate this So tell me all the things I've missed A naming change, but still amiss This sleazy, preachy, screechy Meechy hasn't changed a single bit Back from the times when you were Yolo Getting beat by every bozo Oh no, Yolo's known no cold flow, mojo gone away? Don't hope so Everything he spits? Irrelevant Flow and bars and grit? Ahead of it Presence fading from the light, oh wait that's why you're Darko, isn't it I could go on and on, take you apart, come on let's do this But it's apparent that it's you who has false sense of hubris
haha I like that rhyme scheme I dont know about this hubris but I know I got a few bricks stashed away for a rainy day just in case I need to move it! I stay gettin kitty like Anubis and they say I got a huge stick I love myself a cute chick... that its spit I use to lube with! Ill just leave opponents clueless infused with fresh bruises the lesson was you choosin... you chose to lose, so lets do it! My raps ill, too real with the music bars feverish, too hard & too sick! My artistry is starred and ruthless. the heart of it is futile, scarred, brutal, and fruitless.
Haha I'm booted Got the munchies sippin on ice-E Got so high I can't see Did two twins like Siamese Passed them to the left like here try these Bars like home run I'm like babe Ruth Call me honest Abe cause I speak the truth Like a magician I make your girl go poof Spitting so much fire I lit up the roof Ahhhh Fire on the ceiling can't tell what I'm feeling but it must be good Spitting so much fire think i never will retire tho i never could Y'all need to pay attention and listen to my listen ya really should Im trying to do my best and be better than the rest coming straight out the hood The government says dont do drugs kids and stay school But yet sell tabaco on the streets like it what makes you cool Takes weed of the streets which is something that you need Then sell you nicotine which is something that you'll pheine so there money keeps rollin in Putting up ur rent and lowering your checks so now your broke End up join a gang just to make a name now your selling coke Locks u up in jail says ur lifes a fail then tosses the key Funds prisons more than school playing us for a fool like why cant y'all see Its a circle of corrupt there is no trust and never will be
Wow ive been sitting back, brobot think he can go on the attack,forgot the last round? Your sh!t was wack I merked you son, and everybody else, now I'm sitting back to watch how they act. You and Static couldn't buy a Cadallic with them crappy raps It is time for y'all to meet the backend of a spade and be sent to an early grave This is braggart rap son, and this road I paved Is laden with knaves to brave to save face So I dismember, dishonor straight disgrace When people spit their **** their message is a mess What they need to do is confess their lack of skill Test their lack of will Digest people who are ill n best go for the kill I make the violent spill Turn the scene into a horror flick Silent Hill The Median and the mean will never have the mode to test me or to best me They should be confessing straight digesting when I commit sin with a pen Like a poker win it's all in So there's no confessing to what's interesting I'm only suggesting This lyrical wrestling Is beyond your ken of testing While I'm not no where near the best thing To hit the scene I have been besting 99.9 of these forum MC's MC's attention pwease Do you feel that cold breeze It is Vader trying to wheeze Followed by the swarm of a hundred bees And the warmth of my heart beat At 20 below C With Janet Reno below these D@nm that's cold G Ho please This is just your brain freeze This ain't sheeze For meeze To meaze with the beazes For sheazy I'm out-too eazy Brobot
Peasantly peon protesting prosaically Proving the primitiveness of his claim to be Better than everyone shredding here, basically Wastefully making a statement, mistakenly Guided that he is the best of the greatest, he Worships himself for his lack of flow faithfully Blinded by his own belief that he's making me Tremble because of his disses, what flagrancy What is this race to me? Easy to win You think you'll escape from me? Heed me to this Don't get too cøcky, boy, I wouldn't want you to go back to mom and dad bleeding your wrist Your efforts are funny, but failure is imminent You're demonstrating decay in your diligence Yolo can't take this insane verbal stimulant Victory's for certain, I'm waiting to win this
Brobot saw my ryhmes and tried to up his vocabulary, these pitiful pedi-flows Look like someone tried to slide dumb nursery rhymes The time has been bide Your not the ox that puts the fox in the box I do not serve canned yams with green eggs; but I will go ham slap sam I am call him mam with gams Yes mice are nice So are lice with rice with a dash of spice this grinch stole christmas whenches dished disses slapped like b!tches snapped like pitchees (pictures) Stepping up to the cat in the hat With a nailed bat-splat introducing the acrobats with cat on the mat get spinkicked-look your shook, this sh!t is just random thought, too much intelligence got you scared from the look Teacher teacher-time for the story book Teacher- where's the hook Time to go back to the Nook and see what happened to captain Hook Maybe slip Took his marbles Like a chocobo I straight warble I will straight take the Kokoro (Japanese word for heart) out of Pincocchio because the nose knows to follow the yellow brick road h0es yeah stright Blue clues in the booth genies disapper like poof dude wish you were hear harpoon you like scorpian get over here -scorching them this is a no sh!t sherlock murder at the boondocks The comp is like Riley vs. Dr Wily do what you muster take an X; buster! make the crowd go woo hah straight marine hoo rah sending Max Payne through A window paine 98 I debate was great but 2008 was 2000 and fake I just cooked the comp like pizzas take and bake took your trache from pages you read since you were age eight I'll end this with a Kupo, Kweh and have a nice day!