Everybody that can spit or thinks they can and is getting tired of waiting for that MC battle to jump off. Well spit one of your punchlines to let people know how you roll. Dont go rapping a whole story but about 4 bars.
And people who dont rap who found there way in here, if you like someones line then give them some props.... its on
I hate when cats front talkin bout gats and "nines"/
fakin like a **** with under average ryhmes/
Real g's praise da Lord fake cat's gotta ignorem/
Since you got so many deals, why you still rappin on dis forum/
Wit all your **** and guns I should need security/
but my bibles the ultimate weapon exposen all your insecurities/
I guess you dropped ya flo to recieve an applause/
but perpetratin gets you laughed at,so dawg switch ya cause/
I use to be like you but no more half steppin, I'm livin 4 christ and heaven is what I'm reppin/
Talkin bout getting buck and letting your heat spray/
Be a real soulja hit ya knees and pray
I don't spit punchlines I lay metaphors creatively
My mouth disperses fire as demons is vacatin me
they hatin me, can't take the prayin and as I'm layin
prostate on my face, conviction in my heart feelin like I done lost this race,
Like all prayers been vain, but RESTORATION is sang, like a tonex track
I'm optimistic in life, tho I know I lack, mentals detached from Christ at times, I'm speakin my mind, thats why my rhymes, is like I'm rollin dice sometimes,
its a gamble, the fear of controntin yourself, punchin yourself, I'm my number 1 enemy so I'm huntin myself, I'm bad for my health
Finger itchin, got the gat ready and to my head,
I die to self to live, so I'm strivin by bein ****,
Its simple.........
I been iller-than-most, not the type to grab the steel-and-approach,
Adament about the bread, but aint really feelin-the-toast,
I'm "Def" to the point I'm appealin-to-"Mos", but like PrettyYallaBoy,
I'm about Christ, so my life is all about healing-the-coast,
The change-over, went from rappin about guns and Range-Rovers,
To reppin Christ, and following my "Dreams", "The Game's"-over,
Cant nobody do me like my-God-do, dont let strife-rob-u,
And with His help, I'll pump out these lyrics like IPods-do,
I'm out...
da males stay loving me without even seein a pic
its like they loving the computer, puttin the mouse on they dic
its cuz my PC is so nice, its giving you females hell
well ima tell you girls a secret, dude u should get a dell
so now when you hear your favorite poet spit your favorite rhyme
you'll hear in three or four of your favorite lines
that i'm your favorite poets favorite guy
for to write he used an infinite amount of time minus the t.i.
im bored and at work, so imma give it a shot lol:
its my first time in the thread, i bring threats to all viewers
have you wonderin how you lost ya life watchin the computer/
i stay lifted, everytime i walk by
so fried- n1ggas sniffin out ma clothes to get high/
while im sittin in my cubicle makin a livin
i see you tryna make some friends, chasin after school children/
**** call me Wes-nile virus, the gift that keeps givin
runnin through ya town with torches, rapin and pillagin/
the fumes im immune to could chew through ya whole crew
i inhale **** laced with lysol and mushrooms/
right now im like tyson, not throwin the fight but throwin the mic/im out just like a thief in the night
damn..im still bored lol
slap-a-hoe records bringin that hot fiya lol
Might as well go off the dome..
Young **** Sed stay fresh from head to toe/ Waves spinnin, hair blacker than ya complexion shows/ Just leave dawg, I don't care which direction ya go/ Plus ya girl comin to me cuz ya **** is slow/ While you sittin at home, writing, perfecting ya flow/ I'm at the club wit fake ID, ejectin from Rolls/ Royce, I know it's fresh, don't even mention it yo/ ya career was fast as fukk, and dawg my attention is slow/ I'm headin big, Jay's done so I'm next I'ma show/ While you sittin home on government checks, expecting tha dough/ I'm a student but I can teach you lesson fa sho/ I give spidey sense, yall feel me before I step in tha door
