The Lyrical One

Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches
Puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friend?
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving niggaz comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and borrow
Still feel sorrow
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass tore down
Check it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies
They don't be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like…
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm
I be producing like jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater understanding
I'm landing blows and
Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through tracks
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map
So give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that
You never see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Jigga incredible
Even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
Um. We're the peace like Islam
I make your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's trying to be the best
And even in dying, couldn't be this def (death)
I see no reason to stop cheesin
Ever since L said "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it myself
I get up


Young Cyssero
U neva was hot,nigga my style whyle like a zoo
if u want beef bring ya wack-ass-crew
Honey in ya jar the hood call u Pooh-bear
Many injured who bare-arms like snakes
Im grippin-N-clutch
U soft ass still goine die from whateva-i-touch
enemies see me and get adrendaline-rush
I put the flow together fast like twister
approach me sideways U end up in a ditch-son
I breath Hip-hop my heart-pumps-rap
I put-the-clip and run
101 men wit red dots wen we aim
simplest question wit a complex-answer
Pistol-whippin brutal brusies and swellings
find that address where ur mother dwelling
and im bout benjamins
bout to bend-ja-men
and them niggas friends wit them
so when i got all black wit timberlands
best believe the clip holdin a benjamin(20)
Duplex shit the AKs be delexe wit firmness
face all in the news-papers-writtin-by-journalist
u dont deserve to be a king if u dont deserve the shit
I keep my bisquit-homes
what u talkin bout
u talkin bout talkin out
but me i wanna spark it out
what my war bout the target u
so if i see uwack rappers bitin im offin-u
i do it for Hip-hop and nothin else
im a cross between Big Pun Big L biggie and Jay-z and somethin else
like a beast
when i spit ur eyes rise like yeast





rate everybodies verse man like 0/5 rookie-vet and the collab tell all parts and favorite lines

The Lyrical One

for me i would say 4.5/5 cause i was playin around the end

my favorite lines

Big L-Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created

Jay-z-I see no reason to stop cheesin
Ever since L said "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it myself
I get up

Young cyssero-(me) -and im bout benjamins
bout to bend-ja-men
and them niggas friends wit them
so when i got all black wit timberlands
best believe the clip holdin a benjamin(20)

i would say Vet for song overall collab 9.5/10

~Young Gunna~

wtf u postin dis shit for...thesse aint ur rymes so dey dont belong here groupie

The Lyrical One

I post this cause i kno some Idiots wouldnt get it if i did it by myself
so i made a better concept
my verse was all mine which is the 3rd verse if its a problem just read the 3rd verse or the whole thing

The Lyrical One

Rate It Yo

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SMH @ u for actually thinking ur any good

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Shogun

Hahahahahahaha.

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ok this was wack....but why is everyone picking on him?

Ryder Bompton

it aint bad at all,I dont diggin puttin urself on the same track with Big L tho,but otherwise ur part is tight....

but next time if u want niggaz to read ur words,post ur verse without actual real rappers lyrics......trust me,that way u`ll get a better responses

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The Lyrical One

cool then it was a better concept than what ive seen from other niggas and shit so it dont matter i kno i killed it even wit Jay-z and big L overshodowin the track im cool man so all the hater sayin i aint anygood keep talkin on and on

Shogun

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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