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CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 04:55 AM
Just a drop a verse, but on some real shit no battling in this thread, just straight real writing skills

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 05:07 AM
this one's from one of my tunes, so check it,

Yo my verses break thunder/
the eighth wonder, human snake hunter/
caught up in this concrete jungle tryin' to escape hunger/
the real mistery of life's what remains under/
the ill misery is trife, now you're days numbered/
I write proliffic like most of my life's written/
with the right vision we can blow and see doe where ice glistens/
incite wisdom, my poetry's a part of me still/
my pen expresses how my arteries feel/
but pardon my ways, the rage got me starting to crave/
starvin' for days like Spartacus with an army of slaves/
the cop riding his horse portrays the ancient Roman/
but with the positive force we can slay the omen/
I pray to Amen and pay the homage/
but still remain accomplice to the streets until my ways accomplished/
blazin' chronic through these days of violence/
stayin' silent, trying to get my family out the gutter, I never break a promise.

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 05:22 AM
one more, here it goes,

Whether sunshine or rain, I'm putting time in the game/
I try to explain, I'm finished doing crimes that ain't payin'/
applying the pain, combined with few minds that are same/
I finally came, now everybody's dying to see fame/
the dynasty reigns, but underground's where my head's restin'/
thinking wiser, 'cause the fam schooled me with the best lessons/
I'm a full grown man, see I'm a handle this money/
need a full blown plan to feed the fam 'cause we hungry/
for my mans looking bummy, fuck the riches and gear/
bitches and peers'll have you setback switching your gears/
did it for years, now I'm thinking long term/
it's beyond yearn, to get the crib first then the whip, and let the chron burn/
a wrong turn'll get you shot or locked in the slammer/
that's why I focus on my art and provocative grammer/
doing petty little hustles on the side for loot/
whether it's, pouring rain or the sky is blue/

HOOK

This is for my street survivors and grimy riders/
block corner hustlers and nine to fivers/
for the kids in the ghetto, single moms and dads/
even though I'm on the ave, see my mind is wiser/
if you stressed out, feelin' fine, sober or red/
forget the grey clouds and silver lines over your head/
'cause the sun still will shine when you over the edge/
I'm in the slum killing time converting dough into bread.

both of the verses and hook are from one of my tracks, titled 'For You'

any one with a verse on some real shit, well this is The Realness thread so bring it real, no corny shit though

Visionz
04-21-2006, 05:34 AM
this is off the top but..........



Arm patches with pentagrams, penning you up for grams,
Uncle Sam marching the globe, fly below the radar w/ CIA probes
Dressed in the reapers robes, hidden institutions divide with confusion, globally we losin for not choosin
We walked into history upon a murderous past, dead bodies line the path
God's wrath sometimes sends evil to restore the balance, in a state of mediocrity we'd never find the palace,
Is we pushed so far just to see the light? And despite all the hardships we better for the view
Like it was the reason for our being like " Damn, who knew? "
There wasn't any reason to envy the wealth, cuz what they had in money was subtracted from knowledge of self

Visionz
04-21-2006, 05:38 AM
nice lines man, let me know when you get that page set up.

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 05:39 AM
dope, I like that shit, word, now that's what I'm talkin 'bout, by the way man where you reigning from?

Visionz
04-21-2006, 05:42 AM
Austin, Texas aka da ATX hence atx assassin. you'll never catch me in here frontin like I'm in the Bronx when I'm really in montana. Those cats are hilarious.

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 05:49 AM
word, from Toronto to Texas, north to south, you see what I mean, hip hop can't be stopped, no matter where you from, but alot of these dudes try to get at me 'cause I'm from T.O., thinkin' it's not gangsta enough for them but they don't know, fuck it, it ain't even about that, it's about hip hop, word kid, I'm feelin your shit, keep up the good shit, peace!

adedwutang
04-21-2006, 11:16 AM
u wanna hear some real shit/
well listen to this real quick/
mainstream stayin up on the rise/
while real niggas sittin back gettin high/
we gotta get wats are's, aint no waitin in line/
fake dudes wit fake tools, waitin for a rhyme/
gettin paid any ways dam that money shuld b mine/
i put in too much hard work to let these niggas take it/
fuck them, they aint shit, got no skill, they cant spit/
cant battle wit a 100 bars cuz these niggas is fake shit/
my man bino shuld b in the big screen/
sittin on a caddy covered wit paper green/
bitches asses hangin all over the scene/
shit is fucked up, some niggas is crazy/
stuck wit dum luck, but then again these niggas is lazy/
aint makin money waitin for a deal, nah ya niggas is swazy/
listen, my words got levels to it like its a pizza hut deep dish/
show niggas wat it means when i tell em im puttin them to sleep fish/
creepy stay up ma dude, i hope more people read this/
cuz god knows that these real dum niggas need this/

get at me-

sabinnchung
04-21-2006, 12:37 PM
keystyle

once knew a sane man that looked in the mirror
cocking back my guns to my head never pulling the trigger
never understood power built respect
weed and liquor would be all i rep
suicidal on some real shit though
dirty just like my clothes
looking back to death
even found a reason for every breath
i try n decypher the scripts that mary would write
but finding nothing but violence as i cry
busting people in the lips
acting tough like the bloods n crips
not knowing a damn thing
whistling back sippin beer as the rest sings

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-21-2006, 08:34 PM
I'm feelin' it, everybody in tune with the realness, keep shit real, fuck all the gimics, and propagandas with all the icey jewels and whips, hip hop is a mothafuckin' movement, keep up the good shit, peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tekunique
04-21-2006, 08:56 PM
some shit from back in the day...


i dont play hate, mothafucka i just hate
all yall niggaz lost in wonderland like alice and cant escape..
this life aint a game, theres no one else to blame
its a shame the main thing niggaz want is fame
fuck physical appearance i exist thru my name
critically, acclaimed expand universally
from the city is rott got me gridlock'd like tupac
its mad hot in the streets cant do shit theres just more cops
harrassin, innocent citizens cuz they got glocks
so get ya props and live off experience like the lox
if you dont respect that black we can add conflict to the plot
while we all meltin in this fuckin pot boilin to the top.

Visionz
04-24-2006, 01:59 AM
I'm here to conquor this existence, persue life with persistence
Face resistance from those living in denial, failing the trial
Theres no escape from death's fate, tryin hard to relate
But accused of not holding weight, when the world rest on my shoulders
And I'm only getting older, but some was never given the chance
Dancing with destruction like a sick romance
They don't advance, but rather travel the beatin path
Where broken families and filled caskets is the only aftermath
So do the math, cause the shit don't add up
We fucked, cause the whole system's corrupt

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-24-2006, 03:34 AM
another homicide, latenight/
street lights shine bright/
ambulance sirens on, tooly in that thug's palm/
fiends get they drugs on, smokin on a glass dick/
mob putting hits out, body wrapped in plastic/
get stabbed for your ice jewels, these sheist dudes/
window shopper broke pocket in the projects scheming on your nice shoes/
chicken-head on a mission, strippin' for her school tuition/
gittin' bread but didn't listen to the jewels that were given/
mom dukes in the kitchen, dishin' up a good meal/
her son's doing life up in the system 'cause the hood's real/
chess playing on a corner, mapping out a check-mate/
T.O., the gats blow, increasing the death rate/


entrails all over the guard-rail, police chase/
turns into a streetrace, a fatal collision/
while the heat blaze, a few blocks away/
2 shots are stray, another innocent child unstable condition/
listen, shit's getting deeper now, grim reeper out/
on a journey, an attourney bled to death on a gurney/
surely, while some gain the rush only narcotics provide/
product supplied, another heroin addict thought he could fly/
so he dived off the eighteenth story/
Corey has an infatuation fascination with Jason Voorhies/
so he roams the dark alleys with an axe and a mask/
police found a prostitute severed in half by the trash/

Alesco
04-25-2006, 06:47 AM
Al give this a try... I joind this site in tha hope to make friends, To tauk about tha real shit that be going on in our earth. I se alot of frontin and it be pissing me off, But not to worry as make ma music with love. I dont claim to be great, All i do is try. Yes try of ma best, And not to be like all tha rest, Who do nothing for tha love and soul of our music that we (tha real people cherrish) If ya dont like the way a write on here, Go and smoke your cess.

Alesco
04-25-2006, 06:49 AM
Nice thread, by tha way

CREEPY FOLLOWS
04-25-2006, 06:56 AM
bigups homie