Ok I just wanna rap! Devs usually ban these threads but this is the only true passion I have, so here goes me trying again... America still owns the best rhymes in all of KaW, so its on yall to best me! No trolls allowed! Either RHYME or move on! This is for music/poetry/rap lovers, only. If YOU cannot ryhme without bypassing filter then you will be reported!
Its a freestyle So you better come proper Aint no need to bleed out Cuz I bandage like doctors! I sew ur raps up Like they just got stitches And stitch ur mouth up Like u got caught snitchin! "Life" is a bored game... But im paid like its "Payday" I hit "dabs" in my "whip" And wave bye like the "Nae Nae!!" Nice time to point out I said "bored" not board Cuz this life's not a game Unless I "pay it foward!" Now its movie quotes "She said her name was Goldie" Im starvin like Im Marvin But ridin dirty in a Rolle! Got the pistol hot And not smokin loud, lonely Creepin at a low speed Just me and my homies! But devs say no talk... About the gangsta life I guess ill pretend And let em think thatl I'm nice! Anyways its a war game So get defeated @ banter Get stripped of 300t And turn green like you Banner! Haha just a little rap Still the best on tha planet!! And they aint banned yet... So its just how I planned it!
So what you gonna do? When its half past two, But you really need a poo, And the stall before you, Has occupied scrawled all over it.
Thx for the bump. You wont reach 6k posts here, lol. Hope you can commit to something, some day! Id love to see an eighth of you forummers rap! Half the mods too! Live a little! (Now back on topic)
I dont really talk to much I really dont talk at all These boys come around not thinkin wit they heads Imma mess around n knock em off These dudes is cottin soft I ride to that Boosie I dont ride to knuck if you buck We load up them Thirties We load up them Choppas We gas up the whip then go rough some things up Lay some things down I play wit that nookie my homie But I dont be playin around I got them Ruegahs that sound like bazookas I got more pull in the hood then a hookah Ya better bet Im plugged in like a slow leak Ill have ya whole hood rained on for a whole week Im so payed n ya life so cheap Killas move quiet My homies dont speak Nookie
i gave you a few hours without my intervening but now it seems this thread could use a good spring cleaning reading these posts had my energy depleting in most cases, they're just worth deleting attempts at an attack were just plain pathetic and comebacks even worse, all verbally anorexic they're thin, lacking substance and knocked over with ease even my grandma has better rhymes than these when taking on a battle, i'm beggin you please think about what you say before dotting "i"'s and crossing "t"s
Op is static, I am ecstatic Kaw cypher is back and Ima smash it I don't need castle codes to beat you clowns Hit the attack button and you're going down Im The destroyer of your ambush, the reckoning to end your haunting Facing a rapper like me must be daunting But I don't need to boast To beat this flaT host Im the kawer with the most Illest From coast to coast Dropping rhymes faster than inferno's cs Harder than dark souls, acronym: D.S Im colder than this cold calling You're fallin and im ballin This rap is stronger than the mages magic My rhymes are oh so tragic. That's all I needed to say Thank you fourms and have a nice day.
Great to see ya back static! Msg me for any clean up required so we can avoid the issues you mentioned. Enjoy
Well I've popped in each year so screw it Static, I remember back when you were 16 stitches, 2014 cypher, Leaving people in ditches and burning their bridges, Damn yo raps used to be malicious. Then you had a vision, To make this yearly tradition, A bar dropping competition, To meet your rapping addiction, Doing your best with your year of ammunition. Some people don't like this repetition, But people like us? Here we come to fruition, Personally, I can tell I'm gonna love this rendition, I look forward to see what people can rap on this edition.
I smash, I'm rap-tastic I'll strip like tapped plastic These crafts are half mastered Like driving while plastered Started a fight ya can't finish Ya clan don't want in it I hit so hard for you EBs got you spoiled Insolence is your style Your loss is my dial I'm watching your every move And I'm finding my groove Self pinning whack tactics Like unpaid back taxes You say that you don't care Your activity points elsewhere You so scared of gettin stripped You sell crap allies with a zipped lip Hiding is your MO I say come out and let's go
Which way you gonna go? When the big hoe that you use to farm breaks and you lose your calm Then the shop next door dissappears from roof to floor so you have to go to The house next door or Baloo To borrow their's, Or borrow the bear's
I've never posted anything on this thread yet, but I'm definitely not the regular I'm the poetic, non-fiction, organic rhyme developer Perform astonishing things with no sleeves leave your eyes decieved I'm so quick I can run a lap and be back seconds before I leave Who can identify the guy who rides in the Audi? I can get chicks numbers before I arrive at the party. Keep drinking down until my body gets tired of the forty. My arm jumps to the side and my mind turns corky. Im done
let me start off by saying that its always fun to see these Cyphers lol i enjoy reading and participating =D Reading these raps in here, is kind of nostalgic Having me thinking, To go back in time to reek some havoc, my flow aint dope, Nah, its A-Class, Kicking my feet on the back seat imma go hard and bring this plane down, Fasten your seat belts, "Ding" the bell is ringing, Cover your mouth with your masks imma breath my flow and have you singing, "Praise be to Phera! She's the Queenbee!" Y'all be down at my feet watching me rise imma kill this beat, Like David slew Goliath, I'll be the real King, There aint no better ruler than a girl with a flow, Snap that whip get in line boys, I'm the real Pro, Now watch me go through that door, Dont stare for too long, Cause Im Medusa, now turn stone boy you were warned.
Mhhm yep okay So they call me slim Dragon And with a name like this you think im bragon But just taste a little of this from my flaggon And the last thing youll see is my face... Cause all the bodies im baggin Is making me need a rest Cause you may think you are the best But that as a truth is less Then your profiled cs But just as you stop getting the inc Thats when i put the rest of your kindgom into the drink I be hiring up all to ur allies And making your bank drop flies And youll be screaming to your clan COME ON HELP ME GUYS and before you know it your on my wall Screaming at the me to drop the ball Making you drop your build and ill watch it fall And then ill finish you off while im still standing tall
Devs being condescending. They don't know the difference, Between being a gangsta and living in the streets. But imma feed it to ya. Line by line As we ride this dark, sick, twisted beat. I got a bone to pick But after you read the rhymes I spit You'll see real quick Why static isn't qualified to flip a brick. I've been reading these rhymes for years, Watching you be ignorant towards your peers. I eventually got tired of the rhyme spittin Static, Now you are nothing more than Elmer Fudd's annoying rabbit. You’re a bad habit, With all these rhymes I got to spit I think I'm going to lose consciousness. So I’ll tone it down Because I know you prefer the levity, And I'm not trying to lose my sanity. You all rap with your pants on the ground, Get a belt on because I just rolled into town. I'm about to give you a taste of my reality. I wish I had better, a job and a salary. But now you'll see it through my eyes Unlike the frothy spit that static writes. That street life What you know about it?? Born and raised selling nicks. On the streets to toking kids. If I didn't meet the quota i'd get a broke neck. So I flipped every brick like I owned that. Because in reality I owed that. The dope spot ran my life. They used to threaten my life up in the sife. Every day was a new fight, Struggling to preserve my own life. As I grew up, my hatred did, Towards my peers and my so called ‘friends’. A couple arrests and a few dozen beatings. Proved to me that this world was deceiving. Used to have to cheat and steal, Always had to lie but never squealed. That's how you earned your stripes and gained respect, But in the sife the pain never ends. I married my sweetheart and had a baby. His name was Fernando just like his daddy. The very next week all went to hell. The town's gang leader forced me to help. He kidnapped my wife and kid, And made me protect an import for him. 5am I was holding a gun down at the Bay. It happened so fast I couldn't convey. I lost the shipment to the Feds, The gang lashed out and killed my family and my only two friends. I pleaded and begged for the pain to stop. I knew no other way and I blew my top. I hated life and wanted it to end. So I grabbed the knife and slipped it in. I woke up 3 weeks later in a hospital bed. No friends and my family dead. I cried and cried because the pain wouldn't end. And wrote you all this as a way to amend. That's the difference between a gangsta and living on end. So now you know my story, And you know there's no such thing as glory. You all can call me Dagger, Now show me what you got carpetbagger. PS: There's no real beef with Static but your name and style helped inspire this line spittin
Lol yea that sounds pretty gangsta. Nice read (besides the fact you said my name like we was friends or somn)! :lol: See thats how you rhyme cleanly, KaW.