They say I'm conceited, borderline narcissist This artist is, the purest, like catharsis is So beef, don't be startin it! I'll eat ur heart in it. I'll make you get a new apartment Then rip you apart in it!!! I'm a beast in the hardest sense. In these streets like an artist is! Yea I eat but I'm starving this bar to hit you hardest with! They say I have the smartest quips, thats attached to the largest wits. So yea for you, karma's a ***** I just pick a target and I harvest it!!
Yoo.. These niggas be ******** them britches! Lets go Suckers stay talking on them Internet comments Mad cause I'm most wanted like Osama Please *****, you haters don't got no strips Young Spin flex 10 armed strips Young Spin been breaking and entering Young Spin ride hot when you bought it 30 on my dick on that court like Spalding Bitches suck my dick because I look like JK Rowling Harry Pot my *****, I **** my ho, her brain is awesome **** my damn ring, ***** I'm paying what it's costing Jewelry is awesome, Spin is gorgeous Going down to Georgia to **** my big ***** Mane **** her cause she gorgeous Young Spin stay posted in the fortress **** my main ***** then I dump her in the forest You niggas know I got Allies, ***** 100 thousand Spin, nigga Spin out ️ LOL :lol:
Static keeping this old thread going now Like a doctor that's at the hospital Got no "do not resuscitate" So he's pumping em full of oxygen But these ****s is fin These thoughts are thin This bloods too full of this toxin and It's about time to just let go Quit trying to teach kids how to write flow How to write fluid How to pour heart This **** is too hard You can't teach art You an artisan But your talent's wasted Wasting golden words While they sounding wasted Lets stop time amd rewind it back When you, me, and milky had each others back And we popped off great rhymes With no hesitation Copped off chump lines with no reservation Let's let bygones be bygones And old threads not be new Revivals for bible belts Not rap threads that done had they due Time in this spotlight is fleeting Just think how you wanna be thought of When people are looking back at it later You wanna be someone that they brought up Not someone who got caught up in the hype now To be hangin on to the past, wow I know you're better than this You got sick flows But like Elsa said "Let it go, let it go"
Potato Tomato Popped in the head, el hombre is dead-o You can't just start rhyming You're born with it Rhymes are puzzles Making a conglomerate When you rhyme you gotta find the meaning Sometimes repeating Sometimes deleting But never receding Not like Lebron James Don't get to conceited You'll lose games, get defeated Wait I'm not a rapper though But when non rappers act up I get distracted so I begin to let my flow pick up And stop.
It's AFL season day, All said I couldn't play, I take from 50, And take it to the crowd, I hear the stadium erupt, The PM is corrupt. The ball is thrown up, Me in back flank, Punching the defender up, Push him out the way, Take the mark and show him how to play, I kick to the middle, intercepted ****, I run full pelt and hit the grit. It's half time, Our coach screaming at us, Only 20 points up, Tackles this ***** and push him over like a little pup, I walk with my arm sticking out, Rest of the year I'm out. It's last quarter and the doctor tells me I'm off, I give him the bird two fingers up, Run out on the field and punch this kid, I'm out suspended, Damn rendered.
Stand my ground lyrically bound, To a mic on my right arm aimin 2 impound, Then next brotha that wishes ta speed bye, Wavin' fake gang signs like he simply wavin' hi, It makes me sick that all these wannabes wanna try, To testify, I DENY! Access to my tireless trainin', As I work on the stage, style drainin', All the methodical fools frontin' tools, Screamin' they lay the law make the rules, Yet they need mad PRACTICE! TRACK THIS! I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry sage, Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz to turn the page, You lock me in the cage, I JUST BUST YA GAUGE! I've been work since the age of a juvenile, Kickin' continuous hotbeats and phat style, YET YOUR IN THIEF DENIAL! Walkin' tall yet stolen profile, And now your in Hell's court, time for the trial, Your turn to be tested and bested, Like I was before I rested, And took on the brothaz on the current rap scence, Kickin' madd whackness yet clockin' madd green
Taking bets that this is a teenage white boy. Most likely ~14 who thinks hes cool Dr Seuss has better rhymes than you btw :lol:
And the fact that you just mentioned dr Seuss means you probably don't know much about rap and can't rap lol
Im 100% southern girl :lol: Country and "alternative" is my music of choice. Just now, I came out of Starbucks on my way back from a weekend hunting trip. So no. I dont rap :lol: It doesnt make you "cool"
Actually I do. Down here, quite a bit of people do it trying to be cool. As if insulting someone with an uptight attitude is music :roll: But whatever. Listen to what you want. I just find it funny how often youre bumping your own thread
And it's more to rap then just insulting people but you wouldn't know that cause you really don't know what you talking about