Spittin

TheMadWriter · 10-16-2009, 09:19 PM

Written to I still love H.E.R...I was just feelin it so I thought i'd drop some real shit for ya'll. New School stand up..we need to collab on these bitches. Whoever's down...

Now i'm spittin classic, drop another bomb and it disperses/
Peep the preacher i'm spittin psalms for verses, burstin-
Into the storm's calm before it worsens/
If Hip Hop's dead I embalm it's cursed skin/
If Hip Hop's dead I embody it's worst twin/
The alter ego that flushes it's thoughts in absurd blends/
The bastard child, shunned from the maddest/
But run to the masses preachin itself as rap shit/
Dancin in parties, preachin a-bout red bacardi/
The one that has you gettin DUIs in front of Hardies-
Hardly- my fault, your wits were dumb and tardy/
Their absence couldn't add sense to your smarting/
So now you blame me for burnin asphault/
At fault, cuz you couldn't remember what dad taught/
Drag walk, through the courtroom lookin for mad talk/
'Hey you're not guilty', this is mentally clad balk/
It's not what you're thinkin and what's on the inside/
Is knowin your cover won't win another free ride/
So while you sit back and make your clear measures again/
You realize you blamed rap for peer pressure again..and damn../
Here I am fresh as a bitch, fuckin flesh in this slit and drinkin like 'oh shit'/
Up in the club i'm another pop song with a hard rock tone for people to bop on/
And yes, i'm the nigga rockin the fuckin hoodie
Chains campaignin for change, ready to snatch ya goodies/
Ready to take ya money, ready to rake ya wallet/
These albums are small shit, sell ticks like Rasheed Wallace/
You don't sell shit, i'm your single's mainstream/
That gains money gains fans and gains your lame team/
Yeah, I know you niggas say i'm killin shit and fuck me/
I founded this rap shit, so you've all got to love me/
Look at the Sugarhill for real, those hooks were ill/
Talkin bout the cadillacs with diamonds that hookers will/
Chase, and ya'll can say i'm shittin on ya person/
But bitches and hos it's not workin, i'ma still spit verses...

Desire · 10-16-2009, 10:21 PM

yo man, good shiit, some stuff wasd weak but there was a lot of great lines you had. you had great mulites. i LOVED the opening 2 lines. great shit. keep it up man.

you mind dropping feed on "love...venting" please?

Kidss · 10-23-2009, 06:52 PM

yo Mad this Awesome dude. i like the way freestyle Man you got some sick Rhymes

10-16-2009, 09:19 PM	#1
TheMadWriter Veteran Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Virginia Posts: 1,376 Repped: 149 Repped 414 Times in 245 Posts Neg Reps: 68 Neg Repped at 153 Times in 97 Posts	Spittin Spittin Written to I still love H.E.R...I was just feelin it so I thought i'd drop some real shit for ya'll. New School stand up..we need to collab on these bitches. Whoever's down... Now i'm spittin classic, drop another bomb and it disperses/ Peep the preacher i'm spittin psalms for verses, burstin- Into the storm's calm before it worsens/ If Hip Hop's dead I embalm it's cursed skin/ If Hip Hop's dead I embody it's worst twin/ The alter ego that flushes it's thoughts in absurd blends/ The bastard child, shunned from the maddest/ But run to the masses preachin itself as rap shit/ Dancin in parties, preachin a-bout red bacardi/ The one that has you gettin DUIs in front of Hardies- Hardly- my fault, your wits were dumb and tardy/ Their absence couldn't add sense to your smarting/ So now you blame me for burnin asphault/ At fault, cuz you couldn't remember what dad taught/ Drag walk, through the courtroom lookin for mad talk/ 'Hey you're not guilty', this is mentally clad balk/ It's not what you're thinkin and what's on the inside/ Is knowin your cover won't win another free ride/ So while you sit back and make your clear measures again/ You realize you blamed rap for peer pressure again..and damn../ Here I am fresh as a bitch, fuckin flesh in this slit and drinkin like 'oh shit'/ Up in the club i'm another pop song with a hard rock tone for people to bop on/ And yes, i'm the nigga rockin the fuckin hoodie Chains campaignin for change, ready to snatch ya goodies/ Ready to take ya money, ready to rake ya wallet/ These albums are small shit, sell ticks like Rasheed Wallace/ You don't sell shit, i'm your single's mainstream/ That gains money gains fans and gains your lame team/ Yeah, I know you niggas say i'm killin shit and fuck me/ I founded this rap shit, so you've all got to love me/ Look at the Sugarhill for real, those hooks were ill/ Talkin bout the cadillacs with diamonds that hookers will/ Chase, and ya'll can say i'm shittin on ya person/ But bitches and hos it's not workin, i'ma still spit verses... __________________ Last edited by TheMadWriter; 10-16-2009 at 09:22 PM.

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10-16-2009, 10:21 PM	#2
Desire Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: BX Posts: 11 Repped: 0 Repped 2 Times in 2 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	yo man, good shiit, some stuff wasd weak but there was a lot of great lines you had. you had great mulites. i LOVED the opening 2 lines. great shit. keep it up man. you mind dropping feed on "love...venting" please?

10-23-2009, 06:52 PM	#3
Kidss Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Bloomington Posts: 380 Repped: 0 Repped 34 Times in 26 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 21 Times in 16 Posts	yo Mad this Awesome dude. i like the way freestyle Man you got some sick Rhymes