True or nah? I just left the bar in my car sparkin purple cant walk a strait line im fine walkin in circles! had about 16 shots like a clip from the 9 Tequila got me lit Im fully bent but im fine!! was on the dance floor all bobbin and weavin then started to seein some ass I could be in! hey sexy lady wont you gimme a sign I prayed for an angel & God gives me a dime! that made her smile then some dude approached us lookin quite vile ugly and ferocious Naturally I took a swing at im I guess the drink had me cuz the one I hit was air then the other 2 tagged me. Took all 3 of him So its kinda like Im jumped but seeing how im drunk and aint about to be no punk I dodged his fury and pushed his ass on the floor security ran up fast and tossed my ass out the door!! still talkin shhh numb, not feelin like Im done blowin kisses at his chick still feelin like I won.
Yeah I liked it too. Mine sucks in fact I've read most of this thread and Zeths rebuddle to my lame redneck rhyme is by far the best Zeth wins.
Come on somebody throw some competition into the mix. I spit one dope line, and you all vanish like tricks. You got a limited amount of time to build a rap that clicks. Do something productive rather than running like a little... Mouse or Man? You fight when you can, you can't take a break because you lose your fans. And your bars get banned, your contracts get canned. Gotta stay on top, otherwise you get slammed. Now let's imagine a time, when I'm rap illiterate. Come so far since then, now I'm damn straight killing it. I wasn't always the best, but i had the fire in my chest, and now it all paid off, cuz I can rap for the thrill of it. This story ain't real original.The morals of it will kill you though. You gotta understand that blood and sweat will fuel you bro. I hope you know this rap is dope, this final is my fastest flow. And now it's time for me to close, let's bring this thread back up yo.
This one is just for fun. Drugs and Alcohol, man I've done it all. Been partying in bars, and then passed out in a stall. My life had become a dump, progress slowed to a crawl. And I passed my days, waiting for the mighty fall. But things changed one day, when this girl came along. I was a lousy piece of crap, and she had it all. So we hung for a while, and I cleaned myself up. We progressed to lovers, and from lovers came love. I felt so above, the mess I'd been before. I had finally found the will to get up off the floor. And we moved in together, and we grew closer even more. And I found myself looking for rings in a store. We tried and tried for a kid, but it just wouldn't happen. So we shook off the sadness, and we kept on laughing. But these stories don't always turn out just right. We had lots of good times, but lots of fights. And on a friday at four, we both went to far. She packed her stuff, and loaded up her car. I remember standing there, on the front porch door, watching as the tail lights disappeared forevermore. I never heard from her again, and I feel my final sin, was walking to the QT, and buying a bottle of Gin. I drowned myself in an alcoholic daze, and spent most of my days, wandering the maze of my mind, and my time, was spent thinking of her, though through the whiskey and the pot she was beautiful blur. I eventually cleaned myself up, for the sake of my health, i guess i didn't really want to live for anything else. I saw a picture of her the other day, on facebook. She has a man and a kid, and she has a good life. I guess the fault of us not having a child, didn't fall on my wife. I wish the best for her, and the best for her son. Me, I moved down south, and spend my life in the sun. I never married again, and we were both so young. I know if the right one comes along, it will stick in the long run. This story is true, and I made a full recovery, I've dated since then, but no one's been that close to me. It's a cautionary tale, as well as a fact. Keep your hands off the bottles, and keep your life on track. And never speak a word in anger, as long as you can help it. The words dig deep, leaving scars that are kept in.
Oww................ a good poem, a sad story.................. That was sad ;( ...... Hands for this story.... pls...... *claps*
He callin out rappers like his flows greatest Im a capital surrounded by these lower cases! if Zeth is best on this alpha thread then Im the best thing since the alphabet! all I do is digest consonants constantly the best on all continents! been quiet cuz aint got time to spit but stay dick deep in his consciousness I kill everything like Riddíck do... & defeated rappers are so middle school what I mean to say, they so miniscule Zeth expendable! not even worth ridicule only good cuz my intellects residual... This guys pitiful, just pretends to be cool but in the end, he's just cynical beating me requires a miracle something spiritual and biblical!! Even with a shovel, we aint diggin you I mean who tf are you kiddin, dude?? talkin like he ran us off, nah just ran his mouth Killed from boredom. What his plan about? My fans never left.. but urs fannin out yankees like you foul out in the south blood in, blood out, only earned from clout not thirsty ass nerds that get burned in droughts! There was a problem but I just addressed it problem is Zeth and his love of dresses I seen it! kid got breasts where his chest is and right above breast is his necklace... a locket of me, a reminder who the best is!
I deny any accusations of wearing a dress. It was a skirt, get your rumors right before you expect, me to reply to your wild rumors. Glad you got a sense of humor, so prepare to laugh. It might tickle a little when I put my foot up your ass. Based upon all the rumors that I've heard about you, the gig is up considering that they are all true. Nevermind that I don't need help to understand you. Listen here, your style is wild, you rap like a mad child, my eyes and ears have been defiled, filled to the top with this vile bile. But I'll stick to my game, keep on rapping just the same. Keep on expanding my name, and you'll who's to blame, When I kick your sorry ass out of the rap game. Leave you standed on the corner, with nothing but plastic chains. And nothing to keep you company, nothing to bear the pain. You'll feel like your whole life has just become enflamed. Because I'm hot, you're cold. I'm brand new, you're too old. The people have been looking for some to idolize. And you'll know it was me, when you look into my eyes. I got a brand new aspect, of looking at life, when I'm standing on top, and you're tumbling down the pile. I go the extra mile, when I rap, I spend a while, just thinking about my lines, trying to make good use of time, and make a rap a rhyme. Nevermind the fact of working so damn hard in my life. I spent half of my time, on the edge of the knife. Waiting to plunge back down, or stay out in the light. It's more struggle than you, ever endured in one night. Perhaps you didn't understand, when I said you were done? I do this to win, but you just screw around for fun. So when I hold up my gun, Static better just run. I got a clip full of burns, and you just got one, son.
Clip full of burns You'll get a fat lip full of burns Static just ripped you a new one And you fired back without learnin The verbal can of mace He just sprayed on your fat face Got lyrically kicked in the sack Got six feet under in sixth place you got destroyed and you still coming Like pornstar that's still humming Giving love to this man all night In this fight you the only one and You laying out on the ground Down for the count like mayweather's Standing above your soon to be corpse And you crying while we getting pleasure This is too easy you're done Washed up and easily broken Your rhymes are half ass And flow is for sure stolen From rhythmless writers who lie While their lines got no soul in em These rappers are spitting while you choke You can't handle this prose venom These pros win em And you lose They still in em and you choose To try to match wits With lyrical geniuses While these has been still have you Locked up in a choke hold And crying out to be saved Keep on trying to rap man You're outclassed and overplayed
So, zeth. It's nice to meet you, I'm death. I'm going to leave this cypher like the end of Macbeth, I'll make sure I'm the last one that still holds breath. I'm gonna give you some advice, I'm being nice, Won't say it twice, You aren't great. Being average will have to suffice. Your words are random like the roll of a dice. You aren't a king, you ain't at the top. When it comes to that you drop, You flop, You are a terrible prop. Listening to what static said you should go back to your dress shop. And you, it burns when I PVP, You ain't even in the same level as me, Your words are as transparent as the Aegean Sea, And just as bad as Greece's GDP. You aren't a great Emcee, Now, both of you float off in the Dead Sea And leave me alone, to have my crumpets and tea.