Freestyle rap I'm putting down for my own sake. IT might not look good(rap is a spoken art), but i need the space.
'Round Here. Round'here
You might cat6ch me drinkin a beer
Round here ya might show some fear
Come down off the bus
we don't give a fuck, stay off tha tuck
But round here, political discussion
got everybody in crowd hushin
Everyone be quiet
Aint shit changin, why you deny it
It's a scam, and you buy it
Here's a drug, tryit
Fucking idiots and fools
all they wanna do is just abuse
the power in a minute, every hour
Day by day don't you hear what I say
Liars and cheats so they moved to tha beach
Roundhere we don't plays games
Round here we don't say no names
round here we don't take no aim
Round here we just love to buck
Round here, don't give a fuck
Round here don't be slippin
Or we might have you ass missin
Buried up, duck taped, in garbage
This battle nonsense ya started
We don't play no game
Don't come around if you ain't ready bang
Have your brains out like meatballs and spaghetti
Come atcha wit tha machete have you ass left like confetti
We ain't playin, and I ain't jokin
at nighttime catch my barrel smoking
original, criminal, don't fuckin' smile
Don't give a fuck, and i don't give a whut
Come around here, better shut the fuck up
Before you start to slip, realized my rhymes
is like twin glock nines, wit a high capaciecity clip
somethin' wicked this way cums
You gonna feel the burn of tha dum-dums.
I keep it open like a seven-11
And tha .357 have you ass on tha way to heaven
But along tha way, i tripped an fell
No my ass burnin' up in hell
Hell on earth for what it's worth
I get high as tha sky
cuz my brains gotta fry.
When i spit on tha mic i'm traumatic
killin niggas like fully automatics
pistols and gauges
dnever find my shit written
this is freestyle spitten,
lethal venom, it just gettin worse
leave yo brain tha victim, have you up in a hearse
my shit is majestic
cops be like, you we can't arrest it
fuck tha pigs and fuck you to
i ain't got shit left to lose.
I toldja, I stay smokin douja
a fuckin' rebel soldier
confederate flag on my face
fuck wit me i have ya erased
run up, home invasion in ya place
put tha pistol to you face
and watch how you cry
nothin ta prove and nothin ta lose
people trippin on what i gonna do
but i stay illegal
don't give a dam bout you or ya people
crimina, ready to let slugs fly
don't need no clique
don't need shit
but me, myself and I
ready to do or die.
[Lyrics] Freestyle
[Lyrics] Freestyle
Last edited by Ghotty on Wed Mar 24, 2004 1:31 am, edited 1 time in total.
Allahu Akbar
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DigiPrincess
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Lots of social commentary and power. One thing I always questioned rap for was the tendancy and of course, need to ryhme. Which could either cause a break down in english (as we have a lot of new slang every day) or just repetitive lyrics.
But it's cool you have an outlet, don't let anyone ever take that away...
But it's cool you have an outlet, don't let anyone ever take that away...
"Weasels eat all our mothers."
round here are block stay at war
Round here it's like 1944
1984 lookit that walls
doublethink don't stop or pause
it ain't worth it to look for tha truth
who killed who, not jon wilkes booth
Harry oswald, jon muhammad
comes around like hailey comet
catch me up in a volvo
poppin shit off like malvo
So just lay-off, get soft
forgoet while you get knocked off
while i just choek and cough
toxic gas up in the sky
now indians don't gotta cry
cuz they dead
shot up or choked up from blankets in they bed
smallpox and weapons of mass destruction
i have you in my palm and i start crush
tha world is mine, don't look cuz ya just can't find
what it is i was talkin about
Daily people under attack
over here or in fuckin' iraq
ain't shit changin but that face behind tha gun
but go on, believe me, trust someone
then get slapped up, fucked up
found ya ass stuck up.
Yo, you don't know me fella,
mattafact gimem tha money like a bank teller
cuz this a motheruckin robbery
and tell your sobstory
Round here it's like 1944
1984 lookit that walls
doublethink don't stop or pause
it ain't worth it to look for tha truth
who killed who, not jon wilkes booth
Harry oswald, jon muhammad
comes around like hailey comet
catch me up in a volvo
poppin shit off like malvo
So just lay-off, get soft
forgoet while you get knocked off
while i just choek and cough
toxic gas up in the sky
now indians don't gotta cry
cuz they dead
shot up or choked up from blankets in they bed
smallpox and weapons of mass destruction
i have you in my palm and i start crush
tha world is mine, don't look cuz ya just can't find
what it is i was talkin about
Daily people under attack
over here or in fuckin' iraq
ain't shit changin but that face behind tha gun
but go on, believe me, trust someone
then get slapped up, fucked up
found ya ass stuck up.
Yo, you don't know me fella,
mattafact gimem tha money like a bank teller
cuz this a motheruckin robbery
and tell your sobstory
Allahu Akbar
New rhymes I made up in math class, these are strictly battle lines, so they don't really make any statements except to crush on the mike
Rhymes is spitten, yo they ain't written
witcha notepad ya need ta be quittin
fuck wit me i have ya ass missin
Pound ya down into submission
when bullets fly they be hissin
niggas keep dissin, but i stay on my flow
wit rhymes set for mind control
but i ain't no wannabe him
so don't mistake me for eminem
and yo i don't look like vanilla ice
i won't even think twice
to evacuate ya life
get ya ass vanished
yo, i can't stand this
weak emmcees is amatuer
i'm heavyweight wit rhymes that'll damage ya
like lewis did ta iron mike
spittin rhymes that'll bite
like a rotwiellier or dobermen pincher
i told ya nigga, i'll finishya
I shut ya down, leave ya ass quiet
like a klu klux klan member at a black panther riot
but yo, i ain't don, i aint even started
all that shit you bout to spit, it's garbage
all those quick witty jokes you gonna make
yo, that nigga downloaded'em from a webpage
my style is spitten, yours is written
mines is mighty, yours is teeny tiny
yo that's like tha difference between our dicks
you an embarasment, yo don't even spit
lookin in ya eyes, i see you want revenge
but yo cuz, i ain't ya friend
this battle you started, there only one way it can end
wit you on tha bottom, me on top
cuz i got original flows nonstop
i put this rhyme onlock
like i got ya girl on my cock
so you, this a lesson you can learn
but now it's over, go on, take ya turn
Yo son, ya rhyme stank
let me show ya how ta blank
on tha microphone
have ya ass screamin like mecaully caulkin on home alone
but don't come around me wit weak-ass rhymes
you packin' 380s, i got high-capaciety nines
tackin' over shit like marines in haiti
you ain't gonna die from rabies
you die from lead overdosin
niggas trippin they be hopin
they don't see me wit pistols smokin
you got laughter, when ya see casper
tha unfriendly ghost who got tha most
but i ain't no comedian
fuck wit me, i garauntee you never breath again
Rhymes is spitten, yo they ain't written
witcha notepad ya need ta be quittin
fuck wit me i have ya ass missin
Pound ya down into submission
when bullets fly they be hissin
niggas keep dissin, but i stay on my flow
wit rhymes set for mind control
but i ain't no wannabe him
so don't mistake me for eminem
and yo i don't look like vanilla ice
i won't even think twice
to evacuate ya life
get ya ass vanished
yo, i can't stand this
weak emmcees is amatuer
i'm heavyweight wit rhymes that'll damage ya
like lewis did ta iron mike
spittin rhymes that'll bite
like a rotwiellier or dobermen pincher
i told ya nigga, i'll finishya
I shut ya down, leave ya ass quiet
like a klu klux klan member at a black panther riot
but yo, i ain't don, i aint even started
all that shit you bout to spit, it's garbage
all those quick witty jokes you gonna make
yo, that nigga downloaded'em from a webpage
my style is spitten, yours is written
mines is mighty, yours is teeny tiny
yo that's like tha difference between our dicks
you an embarasment, yo don't even spit
lookin in ya eyes, i see you want revenge
but yo cuz, i ain't ya friend
this battle you started, there only one way it can end
wit you on tha bottom, me on top
cuz i got original flows nonstop
i put this rhyme onlock
like i got ya girl on my cock
so you, this a lesson you can learn
but now it's over, go on, take ya turn
Yo son, ya rhyme stank
let me show ya how ta blank
on tha microphone
have ya ass screamin like mecaully caulkin on home alone
but don't come around me wit weak-ass rhymes
you packin' 380s, i got high-capaciety nines
tackin' over shit like marines in haiti
you ain't gonna die from rabies
you die from lead overdosin
niggas trippin they be hopin
they don't see me wit pistols smokin
you got laughter, when ya see casper
tha unfriendly ghost who got tha most
but i ain't no comedian
fuck wit me, i garauntee you never breath again
Allahu Akbar
It's all a scam
from the pound to the gram
from the street back to hood again
dollar passin middle man
take a skim but promise him
he get his money come re again
many holes, this boat creakin
this word speaken spoken to as i was to you
eyes so blue, words too
oiften true
rarely fake
often partake
of the green escape
ladder to wisdom
from the pound to the gram
from the street back to hood again
dollar passin middle man
take a skim but promise him
he get his money come re again
many holes, this boat creakin
this word speaken spoken to as i was to you
eyes so blue, words too
oiften true
rarely fake
often partake
of the green escape
ladder to wisdom
Allahu Akbar