Yoyo maybe this is to late but i will still try.working hard since everyone is on standby.Every rapper now a days talking about money b**ches cars but these are 3 things they will never get.Im from the Netherlands small country home of weed people beeting eaother till they bleed seen some sh**t that i shouldn't have but thats my buisness f*#ck that.Excuse me for my bad english but that doens't matter cause with this rap im already on ya girls wish list.Now start picking up youre sh**t Viper out
Yoyo maybe that was weak now this will make ya bleed.First time i ever rap but i dont care cauze everone 1 loved already left.nothing to lose nothing gain.nothing left but pain.Depression tutned into agression.But then there was this girl ya maybe she was the one mind saying you can be happy again.But everyone knowes women lie so once i again loved ones said goodby now alone again spitting fire in rap but maybe im just setting up a freestyle.go ahead and try.you will never know.what i would still have left to show.How did i end up here ill never now but at least i came here with something to show
3rd time lucky.When i was a kid used to watch that lil ducky.Now a teen struggels decisions that will make youre mind bleed.Music is the last hope make sure everybody knows were back in here.Rap was a nation dying but so many sicks raps on this tread man i think its time to pull up my pants.yall be thinking who is this kid this is the kid who gave ya girl her first kiss.Mothers will hate me for my style girls would kill for me to only say hi.Youre dad will try to kill me but when he shoots im already ******** on his dead body.I got bro's but i know in the end its you alone family the only ones you can trust but when that fades everything turnes into dust dark times have past now see clearer day maybe tomorrow ill have something more nice to say
Calling out the world, but y'all are afraid to answer When am I gonna hear a line, bar, rhyme, or stanza Dedicated to mitigating all the crap rappers That believe in bad grammar Or simply can't stand ya I've been waiting, the clock has been ticking For anyone to pin me into verbal submission Seems like no one can, Yolo already tried It's been 24 hours, he must've went off and died And Balto just went and gave up When he got a response his mouth just closed shut He zipped his bag up and headed for the dust For that is where he lies, we'll stop the manhunt Not that anyone cared about him I haven't seen a single positive comment So I think I'll forget about his absence And move on to a subject that actually matters But screw it, I'll think I'll leave that for another day All my contenders have had their price been paid So if anyone dares to go and challenge my name You're insane, but come on anyway and play the game TL;DR: I'm bored, someone fight meh
Lol wait you wanted me to reply to that? Brobot you can't be serious? Which is exactly what I thought, you weren't being serious
Well something about Santa and elves and 6-year old Balto babies isn't exactly the most serious verse in the world... But fight meh
We got a live one, the best is what hes after? look no further, Static devouring rappers! I'll call a name out cuz im just that c0cky! Bro9 wanna top me? too bad his lines cant stop me. even if u copy, Im the champ like Rocky! so no wonder rappers dodge me and get shot on my property! I guess its just hard to see a poet rappin so properly! Yall aint as hard as me or as decorated in artistry! The hardest bars I speak Im the Doc of this pharmacy! Even in your yard Im king I get props from hypocrisy! U shoulda never started me I got the heart of Pac in me and I rap on the hardest beats on the mic, a regarded beast! and at life, Im a god it seems In the sheets I make a goddess scream! so the best at this? I gotta be. funny thing is, Its just a hobby to me!
if you so dang good homie then why is this just a passtime? I got no respect for has been artists Passing off mess like that last line You had way more class than that last time And i know that you got more, so rewind And go right back to the old cypher days When you weren't so caught up in your lime light It's okay static i forgive you dog You still one of the three amigos Looks like brobot tryin to be one too But there aint much room for his egos That right i said egos Cuz it's like he's got more than one of em If he was really all that regal It wouldnt be so easy to make fun of him
Lol bro, just separating self from the pack My rap health is intact but depression is back! whole outlook is black and i dont wanna be sad I'll use confidence to cope while scribbling rap! Im alone now. A friend? Ive never been that. Just a trigger finger rapper, quick to react Its all tension now so how could I relax? If ima keep getting hurt, I'm hurtin em back! Yes its a tragedy but in my life it had to be. & I hate ppl asking me why Tempt had to leave! Its just so sad to see another lonely Static beat so now im eating poets, tell em get back at me! now ill give the world reason to be mad at me! its not that I enjoy this... but ya boy Static has to eat.
Static is g, he a dope rhymer, he in that Bentley no paint no primer, rolling down the street, escorts the po po, picking up them b!tches like they a yo yo
Two challengers, crazy That you would berate me You think can face me? Your heart is too racy Slow down your pacing It's time for the cake, please Fighting you's a piece of it, your rhymes are so tasty Mr. Conductor, could you stop the train here please I spy, with my little eye, two rappers in fear, geez The pollution of air, mister, is what they've been causing Their whole existence is criminal, could you bring me some gauzing Because Mr. Conductor, they're gonna get burned and cauterized We wouldn't want them die so soon, now would we guys? Because their attempts at provocation are entertaining But keeping this up will soon prevent them from propagating Oh what's that, Conductor, you want to punish them now? Fine, just a little taste of Superman's "KA-BLOW" Making the illest lyrics is best left to the masters Doing it early will only drench you in French plaster Like a steel metal, they're gonna need a fine caster So cast me lyrics that would impress your headmaster Make sure you can see through your glasses clearly Because you seem to not know of your adversary Your rhymes are static, feel me Burns and Static, really It's sporadic, enigmatic f'you to challenge me, see
Mr Conductor? Yo this guys into role-play! Nice structure, but I know this guy'll go away His whole flow is berated and gimmicky I dont hate it, but pages just mimic me everybody know about the last rapper I smoked a blunt and spun his ass backwards its all in fun when Im past plastered I discovered puns and I rap faster. Its safe to say im the track master. no one is safe cuz I attack pastors!! Ur flow sucks, watch me trek past it! And bury it alive in a closed casket! Battle me? Bro u must be high on acid. I wrote rap! should finish ya chapters Ya flow gets its ass kicked You will never ever match this every syllable is trending thats hashtag #classic! Stick to what you're good at and thats kissing ass, kid. Before I put you on the block again in lip gloss and chap stick!
Listen up now, I'm taking it back Claiming the crown, and takin up slack Painting the town not red but black Credit given where credits due but only given to a fortunate few Like the riches in the world today, only 1 percent has the means to pay Speaking metaphorically, Forbes 500 has nothin on me My rhymes will never be, something screaming poverty. The time for talking trash has passed Insults are a something lacking class Lets rise above the smack talking farce Or verbally kicking someone else's ass Instead I'm a let my lyrics show my skill Take your fill, theres plenty more still. If they were blades or bullets, they'd kill. So hot like a skillet, fine like millet Dropping the beats, I kill it. On and on, the silence, they fill it. Assassinating phrases like the Creed Stabbing your mind till your ears bleed, Spinning aural mazes till you feel the need To applaud so you can fuel my egos greed.
Just noticed BURNS took a shot at me, so disrespectful like blowin snot on me, now imma tell you the difference between you and me............I'm the Government you're an understatement Scaring you with perfect thunder placement Hiding down in your Mother's basement Moving to my words like I'm an escapement Subliminally I aggrade and lace this With messages of a Star named Jeffery in your anus Revenge is sweet like a Swedish danish Making haters my gateway to becoming famous I'm a genius with aim to outsmart Janus You're headless a chicken running amuck aimless I'm an advanced invasion in close association With every Nation to make your brazen Pursasion of comtemplated purification A reason to take your life through defamation Of character relentlessly not on occasion You're screwed this is your Final Destination You're susceptible to blatant generation Of your latent strive for submission brain which is now vacant. Come on just lay on the pavement and face it Defacing your blazing Ego I display this Heinous decapitation of a witless ignoramus Place the witness and erase the traces Pay off the police to say you're nameless If you take those paces I won't be gracious
I seem to have a problem with this static electricity It won't move or flow in any good direction, don't you see Why I needed Mr. Conductor to raise the rapping heat Because I found a way to conduct your ass out ya damning seat Now that you've awoken, it's time to put you right back to sleep Nobody's copying flows, you must need psychotherapy For all this lack of energy that makes you Static Maybe a little home-made remedy will make imbalance In your systematic, syncopatic saturation It isn't aristocratic, mantic imagination So prepare your defects for massive mystical transcendation For this revelation prepares your rap vacation Permanently, there's no hidden escape for you Sure I'm busy, but I've located some time for you Time for this to end all the pointless fake preludes The next time I'm coming, it'll be your face and my boot