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| Freestyles Spit some hot flows in here...show all the other members what you are made of! |
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Join Date: Jan 2009
Location: houston
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I'm just going to post a couple verses of mine, this is my first post in the open mic forum and I just want to get a feeling for my abilities from others. Any advice/criticism or insight would be greatly appreciated. This isn't one cohesive song, just a couple of verses. Thanks.
Questionin about what goes into the flow That’s like asking nino where he got his doe Comparing rap to slinging yay, that’s so cliche So I talk on what I really know, how about ebay Cuz I always got 1500 bids going down at once And my feedback rating is like A plus plus plus But this more than technology, breaks down to biology My DNA designed to spit hot lines that come to mind The deepest confines of my mind ruled by a steady rhyme Anytime I wanna unwind, I just blow up like a land mine So much **** is repeat, same corny sample and drumbeat Even with a disorder, my speak still come with unique heat On the border of being elite or just another piece of meat Like Nas said, It’s not what you do but how it’s done And by the time I’m done, everyday still rise like the sun Only weigh a buck thirty but super-lyrical like Big Pun This ain’t Buck or Fifty, always come one above Stunt 101 The best writers say speak what you know So when i say i move weight, not talking about blow Move the weight off my shoulders and put it into flow At last i'm like atlas, and the whole world just my hoe **** ****ed up, I'm blastin cannons like mariah carey Steady flip birds like magic hooping up larry Got that blue magic like frank lucas moving work On a track to stardom, command like captain kirk Got your girl down under like if she was in australia Make her catch it, turn any broad into Yogi Berra All up on her chest like the image of Che Guevara Getting head, she on my dome like new era So so def, good morning and welcome to atlanta Respected by all, I keep more juice than tropicana technique revolutionary, I coulda been a black panther Not to say I'm animal, cuz i consume human, true cannibal Not new to rapping in fact I wrote the manual I'm a ****ing beast, staying hard like enamel And someday I'll be on your local tv channel My definition is high like a sony widescreen panel I'm walking on the sky, similar to Mark Hamill Tryin reach nirvana before god blowout my candle Back to In Utero, a Newman like first name Randall I got peanuts like jimmy carter and washington carver Bust a nut, better hope I don't have a baby daughter Cuz at age 17 i ain't out to be a father although I'm always spitting like baby slobber Running up holes like Marion Barber And i'll cut ya like a subpar barber Nothing lil about my wayne but on some Dwayne Carter And if Nas was right in 06, then consider me the martyr I'm ruling from my throne, the new King Arthur If I wasn't rapping i'd probably be a Author You caught up in my tales like nerds and Harry Potter Some say live for tomorrow, but I say why bother Another sheep to the slaughter and I'm Chupacabra Making hits as if I were some kind of Italian mobster Lose my cool and get cooked like a lobster World is my oyster and I'm the godfather Iso defense, take you mano y mano Every shot in like 31 playin for Indiana Getting gold like a 49er, I'm Joe Montana I dictate, puffin cubans with Fidel in Havana Remember me as a saint like playing for Louisiana Everyday bring home bread and all you got is Manna I'm not even really that paid but for 17 i got it made play my cards right, call a spade a spade and truthfully im ballin like d wade not human, i sweat blue like gatorade fuck with me get murked like jay on renegade play the game and don't disrepect legends feeling blue, and i'll exile you to the heavens i was on relax but now im on relpase got me fucked up on some panic attacks they took my ashtray away like i was devin if ganja is the devil, then i dont wanna go to heavan i love the buddah, go ahead take shots like zapruder in the end all i got is my mind, this mic, and the future and if its looking bleak, ill just change the technique doubted cuz i'm whiter than james van der beek shit did he just refrence dawson's creek? I eliminate enemies like piss leaving my kidneys Exhale, letting off more smoke than chimneys And I’m on the cut like band-aids on skinned knees So I evolve my style like sapiens from chimpanzees My fumes are above baboon, blow like monsoons Spark it up like four days after the month of june Ride high like extraterrestrials biking over blue moons Till I die, cuz my head-stoned like graveyard tombs And I just live it, everything else is a cartoon More doh’ than homer, no joke like bart do Keep my money excellent like monty burns It's not even funny, stay sirius like howard stern |
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