I can't find where that bass line originates from, so its not a sample is it? It sounds jazzy as hell. That wiggle it does before the drop is so damn catchy.
bro they always watch the streets. sometimes you dont see em 'but they could come any time. I got cought tagging man and the cop was in a freaking shitbox car. watch out, plus in melboure bro, lots of guys have alot of mates and they aint scared o good luck man
Ahaha, no worries man. city bro, meanest part of melbourne. stay away from docklands though man no action there, gotta go the other side. Thanks man I'll keep that in mind, I know you're in Sydney bro but it still goes both ways
queensbridge on the map since marley marl and roxxane now it's my turn to live up to the hype and shine fucc glitters and gold im about a pile of bricks after making a sale im all grown up now i don't hide feelings like a shell i squeeze that tech and send my enemies to hell nowadays hit records aint worth a tale , just put me on the record and i bust open like crabs 24/7 in the peejays playing dumb ducking slugs and humping slags uhgg and thats on Q.u.e.e.n.s
Yo, in all black I can't be seen in the dark Making my money as I watch the junkies fiend in the park I'm sharp like the blade my homie owns I'm Big L's mentality before he became Corleone I'm grown but my thoughts remain twisted Insane misfit, was good but then the thoughts in my brain shifted It's better if very few people know When it comes to doing crime that's when my cerebral glow Homies hear my plots and look at me strange This type of pussy shit have me drained Get hit with a red rocket like Bonner Throwing bombs in the ring like Maidana Being cruel fuel thoughts that I can't duel Who'll be there when I'm laying in a dark red pool School this niggas on some academic shit I was selling crack way before the crack epidemic hit
@sw666bud You raise good points, you're right. That was a rash comment on my behalf. This is a public forum who am I to say what should and shouldn't be posted. Happy smoking sw666bud
I thought they was jokin, stomach was open, one took it as a chance ta let his hands go stopped to let the pain soakin, my abs shakin like a stage curtain, 4 ribs broken, stashed in the back of a van windows all black can’t see where im at....somebody continue on...
gave me two decisions, get beat to a pulp or surrender with no lip bust either way Im gettin plucked regardless. under the gun pressed against my forehead they said go ahead be a Chuck Norris, I promise they won’t find ya carcass, dogs won’t get the chance to catch a scent, no way they can, when its no smell for they nostrils to let in, I asked whats thinner than oxygen? The smoke they blowin; a smile slowly formed lip curled at the corner and started growin.
yo sup tappy did bbh tell ya i got shot 2 times the feeling was painful never fuck around in a area u dont belong now im back spittin on this track with another full cone in the bong shits never easy cracked the guy in da jaw coz he got to sleezy next day ran up on me unloeaded a clip most of em missed but 2 hit me blood pourin mind hazing out blacked out snoring trust no 1 no more love only revang eyes peald back waitin for the next blend next
yo tappy wat up blunt. tappy u no in ya area is the police there more crowded then syd and if they areas what times and what days are they petrolling da street i wanna get em back with couple boys
not exactly. That's the general definition now, but originally a freestyle just meant what it implies. "Free of style" it was just raps, didn't go along with any structure or song, just niggas showing they skills
Listen I'm nice like old ladies /u soft like new born baby's/u mashed up potatoes and gravy/u better than me maybe /you better go pray to God and say Jesus save me /because if you feel your greater than me you crazy/you just a daisy/and I'm a rose full of thorns colorful and bold/trying to go against me is like going down the wrong road/ yea I'm young but I'm getting old I'm from the era that wore African print and gold/you like clothes that's wrinkled and never been fold/testing me Is like walking into a pole/black power stop cutting your hair and get an afro......
Robert im a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual
| challenger approaching | watch how I pop ya' head back you lookin' like a peez dispenser , ya know i'm sicka' than ya' prostate cancer you sounding like a pervert , your name is Robert cause you sweeta' than a sherbet look bub don't make me rip you out from ya' vertebrae n' toss your body somewhere ona fuckin' freeway you're like no no no , not today runnin' thru city like i'm Kuhn Te Kente rubbin on ya' hoe body with a bottle of olay caution you're now fuckin' wit da hornet's nest so I fancy you this , let's make a wager I bet he can't even keep up with ya' rent , cause you fraudulent you got a-pants full of pocket lent .... | continue ? | Yes! | No
Ayo black, let me start from tha beginnin My lifestyle iz non fiction which meanz I ain't pretendin While u dwell on that fact Step back, u talk trash Get prepared 2 get clapped, u get that U feel me? I lived on otha side of QB Excuse, wherez my mannerz I ain't trynna be rude g I forgot 2 introduce my tag name 2 thiz rap game I won't sell my manz out, thatz how I lose mad fame I hate when niggaz ask me howz my flow and watz my steelo If u hear tha song, u know how it goes but peep yo I won't f
Having a fully loaded gat to the back, I've been kidnapped, I used to be the guy who was always Re-laxed, Now my brain is having a fucking re-lapse, Lets make this a chain to show new cats how we rap, this fuckin van is empty, I look to my right a loose bottle of hennesy, this will slow mah thoughts down for a minute see, I'll be back soon but I need someone to finish this for me........ NEXT
comin, click clack to ya trap jack,u no match runnin shit cuz i stomp and bash, u aint nuttin, com thru frontin, lookin fo a clash, best not be me cuz i harass n slash nah betta yet shoot take the loot cuz u didnt scoot, so u was doomed, cuz i loomed n left ya ass tuned, ruined, left ya headpiece smokin,u shoulda knew that i was holdin, and prepared fo a scoldin, tried to throw hands but u caught like boldin, duck a left, leave yo ass broken, now im tokin, while ya knees foldin.
aye man that shit's between you guys, I'm just saying if you don't personally know the guy or see him around face to face, who gives a fuck what someone says ya know?....hope your shit works out tho bro
you spit atom bombs?/ya right man, maybe when your at home busting off in your palm/haha I've been good tho/like you didn't know, you can hear good living all up in my flow/just shruggin off work week after work week/still here suppressing wannabe emcees that shouldn't speak/still searching for one fucking rim for my Acura so my tire will no longer leak/fucking bent rim....I haven't seen you posting as much, everything good man?
@thachronking 1). who shot ya/tryna infiltrate but my mobs too deep/i can't hide my violent streek/whats wrong nigga/ya lucks like a dryed up creek/ya flows so slow u can hardly speak/ya heart beat sounds so faint n weak/like blunder-ing dis-organised thief/then the shit dropped/when I - ROCK THE SPOT/nieghbours gettin hot wana calll the noise cops/it don't stop/til a quater/past 3 now i think dat i oughta/get some rest cause im De-termined/ta spit so ill ya feel it in ya sternum.
I follow the voice that let down a lot of steps squezing at dust and walking into spiderwebs inside the depths - of his basement i taste lint - in my mouth then I pressed the contact so the lights went He saw his life flashing in front of his eyes I took the butcher knife and slashed it through his thighs None of his guys - knew where his at he is doomed 'cause i set him on fire with my lighter and some parfume.
Its the boom bap Boom bap master, On tracks im a train A freight runnin after, Life is a game , you could play the pawn or the captain Direct it or act it I be droppin gems on the masses, On the mic the flow is a stream A stream that leaks greed And greed could be ya king, If you got the style You might as well go buckwild Fuck frownin dont hide ya smile You wanna be the man i could show you how Tracks get attacked with facts bleeding out
schooldays wheres its at rules breaks im a blackcat hate the wolf-pack cuz they cut class now can't rap. Tryn to follow me, but my highway's a "zig-zag" track so hit the roadjack for a fistfollova crack. I'm badluck if you only gimme half You get double crossed Dogs, I break ya paws, for trying to take what you can't have. I spit lick'y split no time for love, my heart tick, my icebox only drops big's sickest hits dont post blogs i'll tougne twist till i bitch your bitchez g-spot like liquorish.
Who's the Mack??? Hos call me Jimmy Mack with the Fat Sack/built Everlast makin' Jump Around pound for pound I'm leavin' they Skirts in the Ground/buried in cum then I move on to the Next One/ Cuz I don't give a Fuck pushing my Luck/see a Cluck suckas slippin' but when I load a clip in Ya Can't Duck/from.this rounds I fire then reload as my Desire/is to see ya bloody red whicha Brains hangin' now on a Permanent Bed/resting peacefully but ya ain't at peace Cuz My Demons still on Release/shoot me bury me but I'll just Resurrect G/like Eddie I'm the Vampire in Brooklyn suckin the life out of those who ain't lookin'/when I improvise my Hits I leave ya Neck Slit/with ya dick in ya Mouth taste ya own pissed youve Been Dismissed death French kissed/ya Eternally can't escape the slavery locked in My Fiery/cage no chariots of Horses just a body over a Millions Corpses I'm crazier than Manson fuck livin in a mansion/ I'd rather slang in the Street push dope and weak/the heartbeats of the Inner City found no Pity/an early age before reached Adolescence when Christmas came Scorning was my only Presents/so I went to Drugs & Guns and moved Residence/I'm living sucka free in the Duece Millinie of One Tre/say its all about the Money and the Power/and if you thinking about steppin' be Prepared to eat Gun Powder/we slaughter with no Remorse using ya Body as a Death Endorse
YO WHEN IT COMES TO HIP HOP YOU KNO I KEEP IT REAL,MOST SRUGGLE IN THIS AREA LIKE WUTS THE DEAL,IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO BE TRUE WHEN YA RAP THATS WHY FAKE ASS RAPPERS GET NEGATIVE FEEDBACK,I DONT KNO ,I FIND THIS KINDA FUNNY NOWADAYS ALL MAINSTREAM SUCKERS JUST RAPPIN FOR THE DAMN MONEY,
