Post A Ryhme
#421
Posted April 17, 2009 - 12:01 AM
My words will cut you in your sleep, nightmare on your street I became.
Did you just doubt me? How bizarre, who the [expletive] you think you are?
My legacy is sitting pretty, yours permanently ugly like a scar.
I win like Tiger, slice my knee, doesn't matter the degree.
I'll be the heir to this throne, but start at Sir Catastrophe.
My flow is quick, this rapper's slapped, I'll wrap this up, he's been kidnapped.
Stop your wheels and sit in back, as of now you're handicapped.
Probably sucks. I'm just bored, getting ready to go to sleep, haha.
#422
Posted April 17, 2009 - 12:02 AM
#424
Posted April 17, 2009 - 10:55 AM
hahaha

#425
Posted April 17, 2009 - 11:20 AM
last time you heard from me, it ended up really bad
for all other MCs, it was really just sad
i'm the only one standing, and the rest? screamin mad
my flows, they're sick, like i'm layin in bed
and your girl likes the beats, cuz shes bobbin my head
battle with me? ha, well you're better off dead
and i must be goin def, i ain't feelin what u said
you're lebron and i'm kobe, lets get the rings fitted
bring the trophy to LA, after you've finally admitted
that this is over and done, your chance was slim to none
and while slim was getting popped, i blasted none for fun
so the next time you step, better leave your flow at home
or i'm blowin it away like the n'orleans superdome
like the lakers in june, i'll keep wrecking competition
2009 champions, now you understand our mission

#426
Posted April 17, 2009 - 04:06 PM
#427
Posted April 17, 2009 - 04:13 PM

#428
Posted April 18, 2009 - 10:31 PM
Most of the writing i do is because i need to explode my anger out. and this works out well for me
#429
Posted April 19, 2009 - 07:29 PM
they make me write more writing
come to my hood, ill show you a sight seeing
fight with us, you wont become a human being
homeboys ride with us, die with us
this is how we do it, just trust, no russ
put ur hands up for the 213 818 315 compton, watts, south gate
just call me mehran the great
just go on the dance floor
show that bootyful and adore
Motherfu,cker i took the girl 3rd base
said i was the master race
stop giving me bull[expletive] excuses
give me a chance, i wont give u any bruises
i aint chris brown
i run hood things from coast to coast like a cyclone
doing anything for the m-o-n-e-y
stealing, dealing, feelin up girls at the Y
its okay u need something to dance with
and how many of you want crystal meth?
sittin down in vip section, snoop rockin the steelers
big boi is runnin with the drug dealers
still applyin at stores still unemployed
haters want me destroyed
#430
Posted April 20, 2009 - 05:48 AM
weed handler
all this money and power got me feelin like montana
and i aint talkin bout that san fran scrambler noooo
im talkin bout al pacino on camera yoooo
who the f*** said ya boy aint next
i can drop a bomb but ya boy aint flex
im tryin to figure hip hop out
like why they drop a couple album and they hip hop out
Its hot in Cali
get a skillet we cooking beef out here
Ask the Bay area homie
we got weed out here
Dribblin the rock
we play d out here
Im the rap Kobe Bryant
MVP out here
#431
Posted April 22, 2009 - 09:02 PM
they try to blind us wit hate but it don't faze us
cuz we steady stackin' paper like some Bible pages
it ain't my fault the dollars got me hypnotized
it blind my vision like a red flag to a Crip's eyes
ain't nobody on my level in this thread
the way some of yalls rhymes suck you could make a living off giving head
and nah that ain't a diss to nobody
but what you expect me to say when everybody is behind me?
I got my own back so I ain't never frontin'
wit my creativity I can turn a rap about nuthin into somethin
wordplay ridiculous, swagg game stupid
in love wit the money like I got shot by Cupid
#433
Posted April 23, 2009 - 01:13 PM
spit fire at demons and take snap shots wit no camera
if I'm riding to hell then best believe I'm coming wit guns
and if you sell ya soul to me you don't get a refund
tongue kissing angels and leaping off clouds
I'm throwing fire at everybody like I'm on the pitching mound
but can't nobody slow me down when I'm on my lyrical combat
shootin dope in my veins till both my arms fat
higher than a elephant laying on a cloud like a bed
the flowers is dead and the Crips is wearing red
I take three L's to the head:
love, live, life......
POW!
.....and then I'm dead
#434
Posted April 23, 2009 - 02:09 PM
Quick Metaphor free keystyle
My mouth is a venomous hot spring
I can detach toxins & reattach box springs
Have ya springing off my lofty plot scenes
Youre now locked in with my blog fiends
Where I offer insatiable offerings, taunting
Daunting. Sign over your offspring
Your'e stuck, you're clotting, cant thrive.
You're rotting. Live off my words spawning
Eroding. got no control, youre floating
My flow takes shape and now you're coasting
boasting, boosting. picking up pace. no losing
cruising, gaining speed with my word choosing
No bruising, No trace of clots and no abusing
Just slick and soothing, until it Stops.
Confusing.
#435
Posted April 23, 2009 - 04:27 PM
don't judge me based on my lifestyle cuz this ain't no trial
but if it was I'd be convicted for killing you and all yo ties
but don't blame it on me, blame it on my pride
I'm a skinny dude but my skin is thick
yall talk about beef but don't want no meat but ya dicks
haha, no homo, I had to get stupid for a minute
but if you see me wit a teardrop on my face best believe I ain't repent it
damn, I'm so fly I defy gravity
taking up all the airspace and telling the stars they can't have any
I have many things that I value but money comes first
I love vagina a lot but money will make me nut first
Edited by Heir, April 23, 2009 - 04:29 PM.
#436
Posted April 23, 2009 - 04:29 PM
AVR that so sick. i love how it ends.
#437
Posted April 23, 2009 - 04:40 PM
I spit the truth but a certain few ain't hearing it
it ain't about what ya heard, it's about what I'm tellin ya
cuz right now yo common sense and intelligence is what's failing ya
don't ask me to snitch unless yo ditch has already been dug
you kno I'm a thug and steppin on these boys like bugs while they girls sleepin wit slugs
but I don't budge when the cops is on my back
cuz if they got any personal problems and wanna handle it they kno where I be at
I know yall looking at me crazy like 'does he really buck on cops?'
and I'm lookin back like hell yea, ask em what it's like when my wrist pop
pop pop, plow plow, bang bang, ping pow
if beef ain't what you do you better be using it as a noun
#439
Posted April 23, 2009 - 10:14 PM
Cause me and mic is assault wit a deadly weapon
We may have lost tonight, but I ain't stressin,
you lose some, you win some..nd records we settin
Stay cold like iced coronas, still sober, i suggest you drink soda
Mr. ayatollah, prime ready for my takeover
Step to me, you get powdered like bakin soda, from the burner on my hip
cause i ripped you like dry lips, get that soda i gave you, take a sip
Take a breather, cause you plus your crew can't step to me either
Above you, ten ladders ahead, til i'm dead, cause my fire is like life origin and meaning will never be known
But my fire so cold, tounge froze to the microphone
I rock mics, like hard rights, from holyfield, you know the deal
Stay admin on yall chumps, yep, mr. real deal

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than one who comes up like an angel but is nothing but a devil.”
#440
Posted April 23, 2009 - 11:20 PM
Finally u did one :dance1:Comin harder than erections, better count ya blessins
Cause me and mic is assault wit a deadly weapon
We may have lost tonight, but I ain't stressin,
you lose some, you win some..nd records we settin
Stay cold like iced coronas, still sober, i suggest you drink soda
Mr. ayatollah, prime ready for my takeover
Step to me, you get powdered like bakin soda, from the burner on my hip
cause i ripped you like dry lips, get that soda i gave you, take a sip
Take a breather, cause you plus your crew can't step to me either
Above you, ten ladders ahead, til i'm dead, cause my fire is like life origin and meaning will never be known
But my fire so cold, tounge froze to the microphone
I rock mics, like hard rights, from holyfield, you know the deal
Stay admin on yall chumps, yep, mr. real deal
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