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Bigot Hitman
05-30-2006, 09:03 PM
Wu banga/Dead President/I Run Da Hills/Negroid Czar/Mister Big/Bigot Hitman


All me

TUCO
05-30-2006, 10:38 PM
ghey

Da Dishonourable Don
06-01-2006, 05:07 AM
slippy slippy

hazidus hitman
06-01-2006, 05:14 AM
nice. you got a good flow and some killer lines in there. keep at it fullah, its good shit!

Bigot Hitman
06-06-2006, 11:03 AM
I like to make up rhymes even though I'm wack as hell, but here's somethin i just wrote.

yo yo
My rap is a remedy, bust caps in many enemies
hastely, not time to waste, spray yo face with the mace
Crazy, drop back rhymes from another time
Surprising... like a old tree struck by lightning
Yo I envision a germanation of a thirld world german nation
Anchient Civilization, Scriptures locked up in basments
Test me, I'll fabricate an irate tirade
Display dormant harangues, Leaked from my rap vein
Causin pain yo, let me actuate the process
Extinguishing burinin crosses, Kill off the Drug bosses
Take over, reveal, efface, then terminate they losses
This disc jockey said my lines ruff and cold, like ice hockey
Some dig in yo pockets shit, orginal like dennis rodman shit
Silver picks, metal pick, platics picks, comb candle wicks
Come off like a remix, even jon cena couldn't see it
Fuck him, i'm the champ, bust ya head wit a marble lava lamp

Iron Mantis
06-06-2006, 12:58 PM
You've got some good shit in there, some nice similes and good abstract imagery etc. If anything I'd just say work on making it flow together a little more smoothly. Keep at it.

Bigot Hitman
06-06-2006, 04:57 PM
Very first verse, this is also the wackest verse on this thread. It embarassing on the real so don't even read it.Don't read this shit and think i'm wack, look at the pages after 10.

Call me solomon, some say soli
Hit'em hard and quick like ali
Peep these niggas followin me
They probaly holdin, underneath the clothin, pockets is swolen
Yo, ya never know but lets sho ( sure)
Cause i aint tryin to catch a brick today,
I think these was the dudes runnin trains on the freeway
Keep ya pace steady, hold up! i'm not ready
Shoot these niggas quick, make sure you see they spaggetti
Another d-day, bullets is bout to spray
Bodies is bout to lay, they gear old, shit bout to decay
pedestrians, bystanders, smashed by stray black hammers
I'ma black panther, slick like pajamas,
This the gamma ray, I think those niggas turned the other way
They lucky, we was bout to make'em squeal like puppies, fuck em
Sometimes hoe's greed starts to slow me
Carry swords like shinobi, clever and tough like ginobili
I proceed, prevail, penetrate like nails
Broke to ya minds gate, discovered you fake cause
It was built of easy bakes, inside of plastic crates, faggot
Change ya maxi pad'and, thinkin about fashion
I should split yo whole cabbage.
_________________________________________________

I don't care if its wack i'm just bored.

Bigot Hitman
06-21-2006, 04:07 PM
I just posted this in the official kill the guy above thread, but i know everyone doesn't go to that thread. I wanna hear comments on it, i know its not great for a rapper, but for me is great, cause i'm not that good.

I exploit enemy voids ,with potions and poise
Approach with no fear, turn men back to boys
Revert their gats to water guns, change them fags to honey buns
Physical toughness for you brothers, Aggressive manuevers for you hoodlums
I'm loseing, my orginal gangsta state of mind,
To advance, I strike back with fantastic ryhmes
Some niggas call me the poet, they say i can't really flow it
But my lyrics paralyze spinal cords and determine rap quotas
Inspirational, passional, emotional, controlled by no one
I got songs for days cause i'm powered by the sun
Absorb solar energy to fight foes and defeat m.c.'s
Fuck the master, I'm the king of all ceremonies
Unatural disaster, I'll prove you wordplay is phony,
Mimicry is prohibited beyond this point
I'm shootin near my best, accurate, don't test my joint
Come with double wesson's, teachin niggas the lessons
Of the rapid lessening of the hip hop essence
The assasins are on the horizon, lets combine and make triumph
Attack perpendicuraly ,at once, Form a everlasting alliance
Until they die we will overload, their memory capacity
With vivid images imprented with a victory, a deadly tactic
The'll never forget the day we all took over
Rehabed the radio industry, tv, and media sober
Now show me a fake rapper that can even step close
If you do I'll resign from my title, and vanish like a ghost

Sideoutfox
06-21-2006, 04:44 PM
i like it. u don't rap tho?

Bigot Hitman
06-21-2006, 05:26 PM
No i don't rap for real. I just write to pass the time.

Bigot Hitman
06-27-2006, 07:24 PM
I just made a little verse about some guy who killed a whole army by his self and went on to rule the world. Just bored.

Pernicous attacks striked easily penetrated armor
Resistants, non existant, the outcome was barring
One versus a thousand, posed only a small task
A combo of past tactics, devolped potent sword crafts
The magic commanded by the masses was severly outmacthed
Tragicly they were abandoned support from their country is what they lacked
The warrior that killed the whole army, had blood dripping garmets
Despite a fighting adoration, his actions were the farthest
Thing from humaine, weilding the force of several hurricanes
He murdered entire provinces, no one could oppose his domain
Domination of all nations, a basic oasis is what he embraced
Disliking competetion, his hatred led to the extermination of the races

GuardianOne
06-28-2006, 07:09 AM
Nice style the way you wrote this verse. Interesting concept and imagination. Its a nice verse on thought that you hjad explained what it was about. Keep to that style. Would like to see more of you verse...

Peace
PS: Keep up the good work and keep posting.

damaja
06-28-2006, 07:11 AM
I bet he was great at fucking chicks aswell.

Bigot Hitman
06-28-2006, 07:46 AM
Thanx for the feedback.

Bigot Hitman
07-19-2006, 08:48 PM
First verse is shity but the second and last are better


First pick in the draft, Raps used as a haft
High potential but lowclass, fuck attitude and habits
Stealthy enough to snatch rabbits
While attacking fleeing rappers, utilizing crafts and black magic
Steal baggage, infect cabbage, with homicdal tactics
Got the smooth cool tunes, perfomed on full moons
Master deadly moves, portray styles...lampoon
Your doom, inevitable, Your family, undefendable
Kill each and every associated, but only if expendable
Have dependable prisoners of many rap battles
Conquered and ruled over, but its just natural
The strong rule the weak, motivational words i speak
Talent pipes i leak, to leave you knee deep,in defeat


Verse 2

Straight from 513, reppin the Walnut hills
Got the plasma pill ryhmes that emit many chills
Seems to me, by every rap made, I ameliorate
Continual advance, change premeditated fates
Destroy mc's alias, with hated vocabulary
Without using metaphors my lines still be heavy
And i'm strong enough to support a whole solar system
Music planets feed of my light, only form of logistics
Statistics, of your past victories, weren't very amazing
Load the verbal clip, hip hop bullets, I'm blazing
Beware of razing ahead, all who apposed are now dead
My interpositions...consistent, containing massive lead
The propositions presented the position to dominate the mission
Role of the overseer, made sure we fought with persistents
With a mini army armed with bombs, kill nonchalantly
Haunting the danger zone, but fight only to pardon thee (mind liberator)


Verse 3


This is just my elan, don't need a whole clan
Without grease in the pan, i still fried your man
My style goes from complex to very simple
but still no profanity, preserve sanity inputs
Plus its orginal, first archetype, lyrics stay ripe
Ready to slay a mc easily, with or without a mic
But were's the hype at? were's the dikes at?
And that pimp talk rap, that many say i lack
Its true that i slack when it comes to spittin foul raps
But these tabular array of lines, are formatted for impact
Match that without sustaining a major setback, impossible
Cuz i will always attack rapid, leaving sharks in animal hospitals


Thats it

Bigot Hitman
07-20-2006, 01:22 PM
damn, i guess it was shity since i aint get no replies.

Eversick666
07-20-2006, 02:18 PM
yo stay up ninja,not bad at all bro keep reppin
peace
eversick666

Sirkulayshun
07-21-2006, 04:36 PM
those are dope verses.....the flow was amazing, i can hear the beat with it.... alot of vocab...liked the rhyme schemes....like ya style....u had alot of good lines
keep it up
peace

Bigot Hitman
07-21-2006, 11:17 PM
...for real? i thought it was sub par for me, i got better ryhmes stored away.
thanx for the feed back!

VernakuLa
07-22-2006, 12:38 AM
ehh, not reallly feelin your shit homie, its bland, basic schemes and simple punches, seems like you try to use a strong vocabulary when you don't need
too......which makes alot of the rhyme seem forced ya dig?

my two cents peis

C'Dub!
07-25-2006, 07:54 PM
Tight shit homie, keep it coming.

~C'Dub!~

Wu-Ronin
07-26-2006, 01:04 PM
lets see here, you, me,C'dub, and WnD should make a little free style group here.

Bigot Hitman
07-26-2006, 10:06 PM
where? in this thread?

6what131
07-30-2006, 11:23 PM
werd

Father N Dangerous
07-31-2006, 07:15 AM
First verse is shity but the second and last are better


First pick in the draft, Raps used as a haft
High potential but lowclass, fuck attitude and habits
Stealthy enough to snatch rabbits
While attacking fleeing rappers, utilizing crafts and black magic
Steal baggage, infect cabbage, with homicdal tactics
Got the smooth cool tunes, perfomed on full moons
Master deadly moves, portray styles...lampoon
Your doom, inevitable, Your family, undefendable
Kill each and every associated, but only if expendable
Have dependable prisoners of many rap battles
Conquered and ruled over, but its just natural
The strong rule the weak, motivational words i speak
Talent pipes i leak, to leave you knee deep,in defeat


Verse 2

Straight from 513, reppin the Walnut hills
Got the plasma pill ryhmes that emit many chills
Seems to me, by every rap made, I ameliorate
Continual advance, change premeditated fates
Destroy mc's alias, with hated vocabulary
Without using metaphors my lines still be heavy
And i'm strong enough to support a whole solar system
Music planets feed of my light, only form of logistics
Statistics, of your past victories, weren't very amazing
Load the verbal clip, hip hop bullets, I'm blazing
Beware of razing ahead, all who apposed are now dead
My interpositions...consistent, containing massive lead
The propositions presented the position to dominate the mission
Role of the overseer, made sure we fought with persistents
With a mini army armed with bombs, kill nonchalantly
Haunting the danger zone, but fight only to pardon thee (mind liberator)


Verse 3


This is just my elan, don't need a whole clan
Without grease in the pan, i still fried your man
My style goes from complex to very simple
but still no profanity, preserve sanity inputs
Plus its orginal, first archetype, lyrics stay ripe
Ready to slay a mc easily, with or without a mic
But were's the hype at? were's the dikes at?
And that pimp talk rap, that many say i lack
Its true that i slack when it comes to spittin foul raps
But these tabular array of lines, are formatted for impact
Match that without sustaining a major setback, impossible
Cuz i will always attack rapid, leaving sharks in animal hospitals


Thats it

word you got sum quotables in there keep working at it so i can high light the whole thing next time!!! anyway good read

Logik1991
08-01-2006, 02:52 AM
yeah thats a good read! , decent drop homie

keep blessin'

Bigot Hitman
08-03-2006, 07:59 AM
This is a dou thread of wu banga and wu-ronin, we'll both post rehersed verses or freestlyes every few days. Be on the lookout for new material.

Bigot Hitman
08-03-2006, 08:19 AM
Bless my listeners with tapes, made for every individual
I don't yell "fuck them jakes", cause i'm strictly original/
Street battlers quickly doctored, we cripple thier anatomy
Leave them bleeding and hurt, with marble sized cavitites/
For tryin to bite lines that's much to sweet for average teeth
Better wash with listereen, in attempt to end the rotting beeth/
Heed the lyric guns i blast at random targets for much fun
Lessons well learned, gettin off free's a bargain, tons of puns/
We decarbonate your oxygen supply leavin boxes of toxins
The beat be the oxen breaking keys for me and the locksmith/
Got this hip hop shit on lock, from Cincinnati to Cleveland
Igniting the heat, that offers no relief, for the mc's thats believin
In false motivation, given to them by lesser rappers they've beaten
Niggas left pleadin, verse finished up with 4 lines that rhyme with eaten/

Bigot Hitman
08-03-2006, 06:12 PM
I slay lame goats, melt rain coats, sink gold boats, with lyrics I wrote
Put yo dames in cotes, words I rap round throats, I gain all votes while I tote
Meddle wit the rebel get pierced by treble, drown you in melted metal
Your head I level by decapitation, Iím heavenly settled, when facing devils
Iíve used e-l-v, and o-a-t in combinations already, so what the fuck is next
Verses cleverly wrote, hang with elvs that eat oats, but I canít jump a test
Given by the ones, who donít empathize the songs,
Canít recognize a pun, but can recognize some thongs,
Anyways, back to the scheme, I bleed the readings of ancient teachings
Lead deadly beatings, left briefings leaking from my proceedings,
Rappers attempt to wrap us, with rapture tactics from old chapters
But no magic bastard, can overcome the tragedies they have mastered
Witch leaves him with no freedom, beliefs to my sons, I teach them
Mics up sleeves, hem and cleave piles of keys, to lock release vents bitch



For the simple minded, when i say "i've used e-l-v and o-a-t in combos" already, those are parts of the words i used to ryhme wit in the first 4 lines.
Like boat, coat, throat, and level metal rebel. Then i tie that shit up with " I hang with the elvs (elfs) that eat the oats".


Wu-ronin were you at?

Wu-Ronin
08-03-2006, 06:52 PM
i jam harder then sedementary
developed rymes i made in elementary
surge fists sent you to the cemetary
energy flows
explode
chemical reaction like chemestry
yall mutha fuckas cant get the best of me
my rage
i release frome the cage
stings like a bee
mastered my fists at a young age
now suckas are lookin for a receipe
hadouken blinds the eyes
it kills like pestecide
you body turns to ash
then i spread it in the wind like cianide gass

Wu-Ronin
08-03-2006, 07:10 PM
SHORYUKEN!!!!
i snaped your ass
life ended faster than a joint is passed
i thought as i sat back and laughed
your life was shorter than old batteries
no one cares so i cant say its a tradgedy
i keep goin......
you feel my aora when the winds blowin
see me fade past the horrizon
when the sun follows, its light still faintly glowin
follow me and ill kill you too
no problems cause' killin' is all i do

Wu-Ronin
08-03-2006, 07:13 PM
booooooooooyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! we spit nothing less than
fire. thats all we spit, FIYAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! comment on us please

Bigot Hitman
08-03-2006, 07:18 PM
Yeah biatch,

Gotta a west coast ghost and a east coast ghost
Bitches make a muthafuckin toast to the upmost
Fake mc's act as hosts, suckin the blood from our rap veins
But never drain all the way, i strain my brain to make lines insane
Straight as a goodie goodie narrow arrow...never
My shit pulls levers to raise devils, wit lyrics thats clever
Roc the purple an black hoodies to represent the ravens
Keep the critics raven, pave the way for constructors of bird house havens

C'Dub!
08-03-2006, 11:47 PM
Yo' you dude's shit is off the chain.

~C'Dub!~

P.S. BYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Bigot Hitman
08-04-2006, 09:47 AM
Niggas be sayin sayin they shit is real, but i can't feel the genuine appeal
Better reconize the deal, before i acuate the process of activaitng their wills/
All day we lyrically riot, where ever, on bus rides, on plane filghts we rip mics
Leavin them physically tired, like 80 year old ladies on skyscraper stairflights /
I don't giva fuck, if i'm really that good for real, when it comes to rap shit
Cuz i'm goin to the tenth grade and UC* already got scouts in my classes/
For B-ball, so muthafuck a verbal street brawl, I got the 35 inch vertical
This little hip hop things alittle side hobby, but on the court i'll murder ya/
Six three, one eighty, with the wicked post moves
You wanna battle with the mic or the ball, eithier way ya'll lose/

UC-university of cincinnati

And thats true, this little rap thing ain't shit to me for real, i aint tryin make a cd, its just fun. And on the court can't nobody see me and thats real talk.

Bigot Hitman
08-04-2006, 07:07 PM
Yaw niggas rely on me, like a cheetah to its speed
To halt expanding figures, you must recruit more breeds
I’d never heed to the pleads or enemies fatal bleeding
Overtaking and exceeding even what I was believin
The death wish granter, skip all senseless banter
Plus I got hoes from Cincinnati to Atlanta,
I bet’ya, I got more skill than any competitor,
Forever better, you’re a slave, I’m a fetter
Mic heckler, who exposes apposing text
Micro wrecker, Auto dart shooter when vexed
Yet rarely lose the temper, keep cool like the winter
And me to you is like a thief’in banker to a minter,
The winner, from cinci at six-three, one eighty, plus twenty
Stole your baby and infected it with mad rabies, sick plenty
Lackin and slackin shit, tell me why do you act?
Set the mouse trap, with cheesey lyrics intact
What happen, career destroyed from a void rapper
You used tactics which triggered eruptions of much laughter
This ain’t the last comic standing, I’m demanding decapitation
I leave you raimentless, with levitation of my lines fabrication...Beeyatch

Wu-Ronin
08-05-2006, 01:11 AM
im travlin tha globe
while you niggas cookin crack on ya stoves
throwin fists at ya domes
yur family is sufferin the blows
cause' yur missin, where? nobody knows
hands caryin energy flows
usin it to beat you until yur insides show
givin yur bitch to the count of four
to hit the door
before i shut it, and blood hits da floor
thought i told yall before
cant buy rep at a store
you'll learn dat when they find yur corpse washed up on tha shore

Bigot Hitman
08-05-2006, 10:18 AM
Resurrection of minor-stream testaments, give fags testicular erections
With ecclesiastical statements latent, got the most thorough textíin/
One verse contains more plots than a Stephen king novel
Bring the beam throttle, as I drink my poem bottles, cant follow/
Unless you got the I.Q. of an genius, plus an elephant penis
Nikeís and addidiasís, donít mean shit to the cream breeder/
Cleave ya, with the microphone up my sleavea, true believer
Kill niggas then sell they weed up, Yo check the "husband beater"/
O you hateíin, Iíll locate, penetrate, then disintegrate your nation
For perpetration, Iím raising my elevation, then kill you with basic/
Methods of deadly osmosis too dangerous to come closer
Girls got me on many posters, turn rap kings to pop jokers/
And I ainít bout no five percent shit, the fact is Iís gots no religon
Just believe in god, donít need nobody to mention it,/
To me every Sunday, just play the game Iíve been dominating
Keep the production paceíin, with lines that got bengals raven/

Bigot Hitman
08-05-2006, 11:05 AM
My spermatozoon be mad evil an fertile
Make mini clones, they first words is murder
Got the gorilla calves to overcome the hurdle
Turpitude dosage high, ability to go turbo
Lines similar to offspring, but they bring in green
Keep plated Wesson, when I sleep, I never dream
Thomas Jeffersonís, but no George Washingtonís
Keep the hardest niggas, looking and watchin
Tape up boxes of mcís rap careers
When I approach they all flee like deers
Wonít even come near, Inundated with fear
Cause they know when I strike, they will likely, lose hearing
Plus Iím always located, where criminals are associated
Poor and dangerous be famous, keep lines dilated
Magnified till I die, light I shine, seeds will rise
Glory be mine, hip hop will thrive, forever remain divine
But for now I keep the lines, straight with the crime
We the muthafuckin all-stars, stay yo ass on the pine

Bigot Hitman
08-05-2006, 11:33 AM
The bridge creator, with vivid crimson prisms,
Much data, got many puns thats well hidden
Need the I.Q. of a Q.U. drug dealer, to empathize
My street knowledge, be the revealer, of many lies
Senseless, relentless, lines leaving niggas defenseless
Move quickly, to keep them missin, Iím on mass hit lists
Bitch mc's, cant step to me, cuz there's no stairs
Not even a elevator, I tear, inferior ryhmes in pairs
Sippin on some grey goose blood, Iím the red bull
Sleepin in the mountainís dew, get ya cocktail pulled
Stealinís a everday routine, thats how my ships sail
Stickin yo submerged ass upstream for ya fishscale

I'm mad hungry for some feedback.

Wu-Ronin
08-05-2006, 04:55 PM
gotta slow down banga. i loose the vibe once in a while and have to recooperate.

VernakuLa
08-05-2006, 05:31 PM
not bad

Wu-Ronin
08-05-2006, 06:59 PM
alright man, truce? at least you got respect.

Bigot Hitman
08-05-2006, 08:54 PM
gotta slow down banga. i loose the vibe once in a while and have to recooperate.

Aight this the last on for today.

Ima set this shit real simple slow and smooth like too $hort
Bout bitch ass niggas

Bitch ass niggas...never talk shit
They keep they head down,
And theyíll never smoke a spliff/
When it comes to guns...they donít know nuttin
Askin you where the fuck is the safety release button/
Some wear the pants up...high on they belly
And if they fuckin wit some real niggas
They be scared to answer the celli/
They gets no pussy...they gets no nana
The only tits they seen was hangin on they mama/
They the ones who snitch...to the fuckin bus driver
When you try to sneek on...and be a slick free rider/
Them bitches go in at 10... like they got a fuckin curfew
If they drove an convertible... they would never drive thru/
As soon as they get some money...they move out the hood
But they donít know this where the drug honey stay good/
Them niggas lead two lifes... and donít come out at night
When beef come up...them mutherfuckers never wanna fight/
In walnut hills... their ainít that many...
But in them rich towns...I heard theres plenty/
Around here... they a fuckin treat
We sizeíem quick... and cookíem with the heat
They start beggin mass...and give up all the cash
After that I try to teach them, Witout the gat they canít last
But fuck that shit, The next one get blasted
And one more thing, donít walk through wit sun glasses, beeyatch

Father N Dangerous
08-05-2006, 09:04 PM
Aight this the last on for today.

Ima set this shit real simple slow and smooth like too $hort
Bout bitch ass niggas

Bitch ass niggas...never talk shit
They keep they head down,
And theyíll never smoke a spliff/
When it comes to guns...they donít know nuttin
Askin you where the fuck is the safety release button/
Some wear the pants up...high on they belly
And if they fuckin wit some real niggas
They be scared to answer the celli/
They gets no pussy...they gets no nana
The only tits they seen was hangin on they mama/
They the ones who snitch...to the fuckin bus driver
When you try to sneek on...and be a slick free rider/
Them bitches go in at 10... like they got a fuckin curfew
If they drove an convertible... they would never drive thru/
As soon as they get some money...they move out the hood
But they donít know this where the drug honey stay good/
Them niggas lead two lifes... and donít come out at night
When beef come up...them mutherfuckers never wanna fight/
In walnut hills... their ainít that many...
But in them rich towns...I heard theres plenty/
Around here... they a fuckin treat
We sizeíem quick... and cookíem with the heat
They start beggin mass...and give up all the cash
After that I try to teach them, Witout the gat they canít last
But fuck that shit, The next one get blasted
And one more thing, donít walk through wit sun glasses, beeyatch


WORD FEELIN IT HOMIE!!! liked it, i think u could hve tooken ya time a lil bit more and it would have been hella ill but still nice, decent read ur elevatin

VernakuLa
08-05-2006, 09:45 PM
alright man, truce? at least you got respect.

sure kid, whatever you got mad about is ok

oDoUoSoKo
08-05-2006, 09:54 PM
keep at it, this is good practice for ya'll

Wu-Ronin
08-06-2006, 02:01 AM
old school like Daz
spice up my rymes with class
while your insults are like a kid givin me sass
makes me angry and the population feels my rath
profiles, ignorance, racists
cant understand the details so they diss the basics
so i seek to destroy there incompetance on a regular basis
i give wisdom but it seems to be wasted
now im slowly turning into what i've hated
a sad story thats gold plated
a gold plaque that stated:
a man who lost the past he created
rekindled his senses and found out where he placed it

C'Dub!
08-06-2006, 03:08 AM
Yo ronin you there if you read this, read your inbox and message me back.

Bigot Hitman
08-06-2006, 07:48 AM
I'm about to pull a solo heist, tryin to get paid
Planned it out a couple times, i won't get sprayed/
I'm sittin in the get-away, smokein to get my mind paced
Before i start takein lives, and gettin mass bodies laced/
Walked in shootin the cameras, I already knew where they were
Scoped it all out yesterday, and a bitch, was the security gaurd/
He hit the floor beggin, before I even made eye contact
Better pray to the reverend, i don't brush his plaque wit the gat/
With the gun intact, the cashier was straigt sunnin
But first i had to get him shook so i said
He could two bullets swimmin in his stomach/
Told him i don't want no chump change, and to give me all he had
I smacked him wit the gat cuz the tens and twenties just made me mad/
He stumbled to the big safe, dialed the combination
Handed me over 800 thou, but too much time, he wasted/
Four gun shots, straight through the back they went
But the cashier was safe, It was my shit that was bent/
Pronounced dead on the scene, should have worn the vest
But the jakes ain't safe yet
Cuz then, Ronin rolled in and blasted everybodie's chests/
I guess he heard it live, on the channel two news
Now my family won't be the only ones singin blues/


I hate the last two lines, but the rest is ok.

Wu-Ronin
08-06-2006, 12:57 PM
i lower gravity
break jaws and spinal cavities
elevate minds that cause tradgedies
and raise the spirits that make catastrophies
the results are catasrophic
liftin your heads like gin n' tonic
got philosophies in my pocket
raisin intelligence like a space rocket
i get wired like an energy drink
then jump up on your counter and piss in the sink
im crazy mutha fucka what do you think

thats all for today, even it was my first for today. hold it down for a while banga. i'm gonna be at C'Dub's crib gettin down on some video games. see you on the morrow.

Bigot Hitman
08-06-2006, 02:06 PM
I'm going toe to toe with "big-foots", their ryhmes get circumcised
Spraying round-up on their roots, commit homicide if they plagiarise
I'm seeing through those fake dukes, their truth is critically low
I lay the evidience out on tables, decipher, then methodically explode
My 20/20 vison turned wicked, when i stared through, the evil prism
I tried to recover over the weekend, but lines slowly blead crimson
So now instead of sanity phangs, i spit bloody verses, like i got gingivitis
I should start using profanity slang, and shoot darts that murder writers

Bigot Hitman
08-08-2006, 08:27 PM
I’m the croc that shocks flocks of livestock
Pop shots at spots that mock the rhyme plots
Bringin the ringin, that leaves, ear parts bleedin
Pleadin for feedin, fat weaves, hear hearts leakin
Flawless throws of taws, lead to money brawls
Jawless hoes with laws, meet the honey paws
Thats me, got the shudder hands, that burst powder
Lack g’s, pop the rubber bands, at first rounders
Loopin dart pairs, can’t miss it, like a sniper’s hit list
Shoot in parks where, pants glisten, dikes an hikers kissin
Check it, Who Wu banga? I’s the mind liberator
Reckless, Who hanged her? Eye’s find hidden craters
Core talents, I rap like this, fucks the old flows
More talons, I wrap my shit, ducks get low blows

Sum shit look like i just threw it in this to make it rhyme, but every phrase means something.

Bigot Hitman
08-08-2006, 08:53 PM
These is some already posted old freestyles (under 5 minuets) thats on the frestyle thread.

You can't scratch the hardest individual
Spiritual ritual thats original, and non polititcal
Turpitude doasage is high even though it goes unseen
Bullets shot from the sky, planes flee the murder scene
Keep my record clean, with the ajax raps, plus clorox
Utilizing the beam, bless many cats, clutchin the cross
Left many bodies decaying on the ohio river
We battled on boats, in the spotlight i deliver

Faces get peeled off slowly with dull tweezers
Raps get revealed, i'll conquer yo shit like ceaser
Feedback is unrequired, sendin mc's into retirement
Got the mic up my sleave, ready to cleave, any environment

Conceal the vital tactics, that are needed to gain access
To the many royal habitats, you wish to conquer like Aztechs/
But tell me, why must you attempt, to take over what you can't
Are you jelly? Does land represent sugar to you, as to an ant?/
Many lives will be lost, for a extremely senseless cause
Because of this, the people rebel and excel, at any cost/
I will lead them in thier fight, to reunite good and right
Frontline warrior, many swords will clash and shatter despite/
Your commands of sanity, contradicted your dumb actions
Killing relentlessly, with simple problems used as distractions/
From whats really going on, your life is pending on this song
I'm about to efface the fake, and show them whats truely wrong/

My fam creeps and kills niggas in they sleep
Got the soundless glocks, that still pack heat
King of cinci speaking, about breaching lyric lines
Expose the lies with truth, teaching hills of crimes
Guns get blasted, back into another century
Bullets caught hitler, wita fatal head injury
Like J.F. kennedy, keep many of enemies
But they won't step, cuz they know the'll get plenty
Of slashes from a biblical sword of a pastor
Leavin mc's in body casts, breakin bones of devil's bastards

I underlined the shit i liked

Bigot Hitman
08-09-2006, 07:37 PM
Ronin, i sent the first two verses, check ya box.

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 12:01 PM
We workin on a song thats should be out by the end of today. So be on the lookout.

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 03:30 PM
(Wu-Ronin)
you hold it down but i send it in flight
im destined to win when i entered the fight
swiftly turning wrong into right
i only appear at night
like a vampire, i avoid the light
traveling as fog to stay out of sight
i can back my shit, so i bark and i bite
spittin rhymes so fast, my tounge twists like a dike
divine intervention at the roll of the dice
im abnormal, a shape shifter
movin place to place like a drifter
tryin to find why my soul became bitter
killin tyrants like abortion killed my sister
making their resting place before the grave digger
after im finished, i change figure
and leave before the death squads get bigger

(Wu banga)
Listen to the audio, while I demonstrate on the video
My stuff erupts rugged, manufactured in the studio
The ďflowĒ rises fast as if a rain storm had passed
Inundating the many barricades that rapid raps splashed
Levees get blasted, the ďundergroundĒ gets eroded n saturated
Heavy were the slashes of falling trees, the biters got lacerated
The mcís escape the flood like worms, by diggin to the surface
But for what purpose? To get quickly picked off by birds lurkin
The Micro-phone I talked through to the sky for relief
Many hidden tones, of sun appeared bright from underneath
Cold dark clouds parted, from the intense heat I emit
Much carnage and garbage, only incense could be lit
To overcome the outcome of the sewerís overflowing
None can step to the W-hill project unless you a hoe blowing
We play wit words, as a cat would slay lame birds
Electrical surge burns a sharp turn, muthafuck what you heard
You heard nothin, cuz when you faced me you loss hearing
So start fearing, giving leerings and jeerings plus I took ya earings
Platinum gold diamond, I donít giva fuck cuz Iím always shining
Infinitum lyric lines be blinding with on point and accurate timing


(Wu-Ronin)
my soul is my worst rival
usin lethal arts to end the life cycle
improving the fists that earned me the title
mentioned in more stories than the bible
the shadow awaits
on the calendar i marked the date
the day i will seal the fate
of all those who couldnít appreciate
its too late
to avoid my hate
you should have stayed out my face
better hope you make it to the cop station
and fill out the statement
before i get yur head and drive it in the pavement
im chasin you wit the steel
jumpy ass niggas slippin on banana peels
stupid mutha fuckas tryin to seal me a deal
yur like a shit stain
smellin like a dog in the rain
about to witness the many levels of pain
yield to defeat
the shame covers like bed sheets
there's a time for peace
when the two shadows sleep

(Wu banga)
Makin niggas scatter like roaches when the lights cut on
Verbal triggers shot rap marathons, on the mi-crophone
One shot is equal to almost forty verses wit no rehearsing
We win the majority, matter fact we always rise victorious
I'm the murdering hornet killin bees while dormant
Habitual abortion of fake mc's, eatin donated organs
Niggas never hearda these, the mic up my sleave ready cleave
Any mutherfucker who spits stiff, get ya ass chopped like the tree
Rhymes take a dynamic and dolabrate shape
Each word collaborates while bearing confusing states
My gats and bullets play like something from toy story
But when they start to spray, the clutch like rob horry
Spray human daminozide, so everyone dies at one time
Stunt and regulate growth, while delegating dealers for crime
Sniffable raps for your nostrils, intoxication is hostile
Workin on liquid poems you can drink straight from the bottle
Dwellin in the dungeons, lookin at the jakes that once hung us
Once my brain lunges, knowledge fertilizes thought fungus
Straght up, if one approach, they get ate up
Wu banga and Wu ronin overloading the site wit data

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 03:50 PM
(Wu-Ronin)
you hold it down but i send it in flight
im destined to win when i entered the fight
swiftly turning wrong into right
i only appear at night
like a vampire, i avoid the light
traveling as fog to stay out of sight
i can back my shit, so i bark and i bite
spittin rhymes so fast, my tounge twists like a dike
divine intervention at the roll of the dice
im abnormal, a shape shifter
movin place to place like a drifter
tryin to find why my soul became bitter
killin tyrants like abortion killed my sister
making their resting place before the grave digger
after im finished, i change figure
and leave before the death squads get bigger

(Wu banga)
Listen to the audio, while I demonstrate on the video
My stuff erupts rugged, manufactured in the studio
The ďflowĒ rises fast as if a rain storm had passed
Inundating the many barricades that rapid raps splashed
Levees get blasted, the ďundergroundĒ gets eroded n saturated
Heavy were the slashes of falling trees, the biters got lacerated
The mcís escape the flood like worms, by diggin to the surface
But for what purpose? To get quickly picked off by birds lurkin
The Micro-phone I talked through to the sky for relief
Many hidden tones, of sun appeared bright from underneath
Cold dark clouds parted, from the intense heat I emit
Much carnage and garbage, only incense could be lit
To overcome the outcome of the sewerís overflowing
None can step to the W-hill project unless you a hoe blowing
We play wit words, as a cat would slay lame birds
Electrical surge burns a sharp turn, muthafuck what you heard
You heard nothin, cuz when you faced me you loss hearing
So start fearing, giving leerings and jeerings plus I took ya earings
Platinum gold diamond, I donít giva fuck cuz Iím always shining
Infinitum lyric lines be blinding with on point and accurate timing


(Wu-Ronin)
my soul is my worst rival
usin lethal arts to end the life cycle
improving the fists that earned me the title
mentioned in more stories than the bible
the shadow awaits
on the calendar i marked the date
the day i will seal the fate
of all those who couldnít appreciate
its too late
to avoid my hate
you should have stayed out my face
better hope you make it to the cop station
and fill out the statement
before i get yur head and drive it in the pavement
im chasin you wit the steel
jumpy ass niggas slippin on banana peels
stupid mutha fuckas tryin to seal me a deal
yur like a shit stain
smellin like a dog in the rain
about to witness the many levels of pain
yield to defeat
the shame covers like bed sheets
there's a time for peace
when the two shadows sleep

(Wu banga)
Makin niggas scatter like roaches when the lights cut on
Verbal triggers shot rap marathons, on the mi-crophone
One shot is equal to almost forty verses wit no rehearsing
We win the majority, matter fact we always rise victorious
I'm the murdering hornet killin bees while dormant
Habitual abortion of fake mc's, eatin donated organs
Niggas never hearda these, the mic up my sleave ready cleave
Any mutherfucker who spits stiff, get ya ass chopped like the tree
Rhymes take a dynamic and dolabrate shape
Each word collaborates while bearing confusing states
My gats and bullets play like something from toy story
But when they start to spray, the clutch like rob horry
Spray human daminozide, so everyone dies at one time
Stunt and regulate growth, while delegating dealers for crime
Sniffable raps for your nostrils, intoxication is hostile
Workin on liquid poems you can drink straight from the bottle
Dwellin in the dungeons, lookin at the jakes that once hung us
Once my brain lunges, knowledge fertilizes thought fungus
Straght up, if one approach, they get ate up
Wu banga and Wu ronin overloading the site wit data

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 04:16 PM
I thought the shit would be too long so i said fuck a chourus. Just straight spittin.

Dirty Knowledge
08-10-2006, 04:28 PM
Feeling it.

Wu-Ronin
08-10-2006, 05:24 PM
thank you, showin love. much appreciated.

Bigot Hitman
08-10-2006, 06:20 PM
Ignite your fire here, i put it out quick like i'm a glacier
Might melt alittle, dumb shit gets rubbed out by the eraser
Indiana pacer, plus a late night raper with much paper
B-ball ideas, to put up eighty like i'm a number 8 laker
Dominate the whole game for fame ,fucka teammate
Why give away my fate, to a fake who associates wit jakes
A trunk closes, car doors slam, i'm at ya fam's house
Wit gloves for protection, got the ill sexual erection
Douse ya bitch wit a nasty nut, ima nasty bum
No one can outlast my dick, chewin pussy gum
Check the electrical surges, the mic i light up
Vexin some lyrical surgeons, wit words I slice up
My elephant will step on ya kitten, wit lyrics i've written
I'll cook a nigga straight outa kitchen, wit food unbitten
Glad hoes get laced up and shiped out in body bags
After daps and lapdances, get pierced by the lances
Ignite the latern or get ya death wish granted
Styles latent forever, overshadowed by rugged weather
Dirty feathers get plucked, and whipped wit the leather
I'm cool wit the tornados earthquakes and hurricanes
We form on hot days though, and rape the air wit pimp canes
Sweet like the candy, fuck a rapper thats dandy
Fuck the ones with edible panties, got words thats handy
Quick to pull out a couple metaphors and shatter swords
Pick the jewels from fool's pockets and roc'em cuz i'm poor
And thats forever, i'm clever enough to get rich
But the levers i would have to pull, would represent a bitch



This is just a sloppy quick dart.

Wu-Ronin
08-11-2006, 12:08 AM
please comment on our song. it is in two threads. i dont think i'll rap for a while
so banga will hold it down until i return from my meditation.

Bigot Hitman
08-11-2006, 09:48 PM
Double the trouble, when ronin and banga rappin
Evaporating the bubbles, from fish on the bottom tappin
We fast to accelerate on a razor sharp turn
In the past i would hesitate, before i had the chance to learn
But now i say fuck it, do this raw wit no real meaning
Lyric lines be gleaming, leaving eyes internally bleeding
Throw-up a nasty dart, fabricated from what i ate last night
Slow like the dear in the dark, headlights froze the street fight
Demonstrate wit the mic in hand, chop a stage in half
Crowd storms the section ina mass the stadium structres can't outlast
Scouts intriuged, from the fatiuge given to the speaker
The constant waves of sharp words caused the bass to grow weaker
Run back to the lab fast to perfect the soultion in the beaker
Tinker wit the words and schemes so that the flow was neater
Perform it daily, matter fact performed nightly
And as i elevated my fabrication it became frightening

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 10:32 AM
Can't nobody catch me on a track, Dirt gravel or rubber
When the dietary verses impact, words unravel your blubber
Shits look anorexic, ina nano second
Maxin in camel interior lexus dissin ya whole section
Play a J-dilla beat for the start, electrify the mic quickly
"Time:The donut of the heart", besides Rza's beats shity
The lines, i keep'm all grity, salt and pepper i tote, rhyme's smooth
Got all the dimes in the city, but cinci's broke, therefore i'm to
So i tour around the state, disenegrating stages
Bout to pour out a tape, called "Acelerating Pages"

Now that can't be that shity, if it is at least tell me, if one person would respond to any shit on this thread, i'd be straight.

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 01:32 PM
Fucka dou, this is were i'm postin for now on. Freestyles, old shit, new shit whatever. Be on the lookout.

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 01:43 PM
Yeah son we got beef, don't proceed or you will lose teeth
Just becuase i fucked your niece, you want to shoot up my headpiece
Fuck it...Tonight i bring it,
Have your moms crying buckets...and mutherfuckers bleedin
For schemin, belive this you better skip town
Or ima show u how i turn white to maroon usin your mother's night gown
What made you violate and diss me on stage
For that, I dialate the scope, and leave you dazed
Talikin bout the rhyme'in magician, plus the liberator
Won't get you nowhere, but six feet deep a day later
Call the coroner, tell him his main killer is bout strike again
Notify the victim will have burnt organs like he was struck by lighting

This ain't shit, just alittle quick thing to start this thread off

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 01:55 PM
Here's some fairly new material i dropped on my old thread.

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 01:56 PM
Ignite your fire here, i put it out quick like i'm a glacier
Might melt alittle, dumb shit gets rubbed out by the eraser
Indiana pacer, plus a late night raper with much paper
B-ball ideas, to put up eighty like i'm a number 8 laker
Dominate the whole game for fame ,fucka teammate
Why give away my fate, to a fake who associates wit jakes
A trunk closes, car doors slam, i'm at ya fam's house
Wit gloves for protection, got the ill sexual erection
Douse ya bitch wit a nasty nut, ima nasty bum
No one can outlast my dick, chewin pussy gum
Check the electrical surges, the mic i light up
Vexin some lyrical surgeons, wit words I slice up
My elephant will step on ya kitten, wit lyrics i've written
I'll cook a nigga straight outa kitchen, wit food unbitten
Glad hoes get laced up and shiped out in body bags
After daps and lapdances, get pierced by the lances
Ignite the latern or get ya death wish granted
Styles latent forever, overshadowed by rugged weather
Dirty feathers get plucked, and whipped wit the leather
I'm cool wit the tornados earthquakes and hurricanes
We form on hot days though, and rape the air wit pimp canes
Sweet like the candy, fuck a rapper thats dandy
Fuck the ones with edible panties, got words thats handy
Quick to pull out a couple metaphors and shatter swords
Pick the jewels from fool's pockets and roc'em cuz i'm poor
And thats forever, i'm clever enough to get rich
But the levers i would have to pull, would represent a bitch

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 01:58 PM
Double the trouble, when ronin and banga rappin
Evaporating the bubbles, from fish on the bottom tappin
We fast to accelerate on a razor sharp turn
In the past i would hesitate, before i had the chance to learn
But now i say fuck it, do this raw wit no real meaning
Lyric lines be gleaming, leaving eyes internally bleeding
Throw-up a nasty dart, fabricated from what i ate last night
Slow like the dear in the dark, headlights froze the street fight
Demonstrate wit the mic in hand, chop a stage in half
Crowd storms the section ina mass the stadium structres can't outlast
Scouts intriuged, from the fatiuge given to the speaker
The constant waves of sharp words caused the bass to grow weaker
Run back to the lab fast to perfect the soultion in the beaker
Tinker wit the words and schemes so that the flow was neater
Perform it daily, matter fact performed nightly
And as i elevated my fabrication it became frightening

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:01 PM
This somethin from earlier today


Can't nobody catch me on a track, Dirt gravel or rubber
When the dietary verses impact, words unravel your blubber
Shits look anorexic, ina nano second
Maxin in camel interior lexus dissin ya whole section
Play a J-dilla beat for the start, electrify the mic quickly
"Time:The donut of the heart", besides Rza's beats shity
The lines, i keep'm all grity, salt and pepper i tote, rhyme's smooth
Got all the dimes in the city, but cinci's broke, therefore i'm to
So i tour around the state, disenegrating stages
Bout to pour out a tape, called "Acelerating Pages"

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:02 PM
This is old but its unposted:

Guaranteed, got the proficient combination of herbs and words
Eminent lyrics is simpatico, easy to flow wit, like wind to birds/
Demolish professional musicians best compositions,
Defeat competition, with great incentive/
Split Y-axises utilizing axes, tactically none can match this
But still mutherfuckers try to come challenge it, /
They learn quickly through battleing, I'm simply too talented
Iíve had it, with wack darts, these rapers be throwin like javelins/
So consistently I perform daily rap dacoities, /
Take opponents territories foiling all who oppose me /
Lock down a player, like that cincinnatian, James Posey
Juxtapose on the corner, lower egoís, while destroying/
Kickin lines journalistically, but critically crippling cities
Never ending battery charges, mics fear my electricity/
Your the guest of honor in a male jail cell, gang banged
Ass cheeks left dented, thighs imprented,bya fag train
And you try degrade my accomplishments, bitch plead guilty
A fake mc, In which empathizing his wordplay, comes easy
See, past the vast lands of broken records, its blood not ketchup
I betch ya, those rhymes, can be magnified and exposed, by a one line wrecker


Some good stuff in here

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:07 PM
Posted 6 days ago:
I'm going toe to toe with "big-foots", their ryhmes get circumcised
Spraying round-up on their roots, commit homicide if they plagiarise
I'm seeing through those fake dukes, their truth is critically low
I lay the evidience out on tables, decipher, then methodically explode
My 20/20 vison turned wicked, when i stared through, the evil prism
I tried to recover over the weekend, but lines slowly blead crimson
So now instead of sanity phangs, i spit bloody verses, like i got gingivitis
I should start using profanity slang, and shoot darts that murder writers

I used the last 4 lines as my sig

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:17 PM
7 days ago

The bridge creator, with vivid crimson prisms,
Much data, got many puns thats well hidden
Need the I.Q. of a Q.U. drug dealer, to empathize
My street knowledge, be the revealer, of many lies
Senseless, relentless, lines leaving niggas defenseless
Move quickly, to keep them missin, I’m on mass hit lists
Bitch mc's, cant step to me, cuz there's no stairs
Not even a elevator, I tear, inferior ryhmes in pairs
Sippin on some grey goose blood, I’m the red bull
Sleepin in the mountain’s dew, get ya cocktail pulled
Stealin’s a everday routine, thats how my ships sail
Stickin yo submerged ass upstream for ya fishscale

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:20 PM
personal favorite, i rapped this to some j-dilla beats, and its hot

Resurrection of minor-stream testaments, give fags testicular erections
With ecclesiastical statements latent, got the most thorough text’in/
One verse contains more plots than a Stephen king novel
Bring the beam throttle, as I drink my poem bottles, cant follow/
Unless you got the I.Q. of an genius, plus an elephant penis
Nike’s and addidias’s, don’t mean shit to the cream breeder/
Cleave ya, with the microphone up my sleavea, true believer
Kill niggas then sell they weed up, Yo check the "husband beater"/
O you hate’in, I’ll locate, penetrate, then disintegrate your nation
For perpetration, I’m raising my elevation, then kill you with basic/
Methods of deadly osmosis too dangerous to come closer
Girls got me on many posters, turn rap kings to pop jokers/
And I ain’t bout no five percent shit, the fact is I’s gots no religon
Just believe in god, don’t need nobody to mention it,/
To me every Sunday, just play the game I’ve been dominating
Keep the production pace’in, with lines that got bengals raven/

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 02:54 PM
As the enemies approached, are swords began to sharpen
Sheilds hardened, as the archers targeted, spirits darkend
We were so trained and focused that most went unhurt
In a matter of seconds, sections of foes flesh fertilized dirt
High brutaility resulted in extreme fatalities
But we have no sympathy, so they wern't considered casualties
Molten plasma was splashed in the faces of all opposing
Automatically slashing skin and bones, first killed were posing

Bigot Hitman
08-12-2006, 05:58 PM
The technique is the haecceity that dissents lines from all others
Sly and unique, known throughout cinci as the father of all brothers
Staggering on stage only to amaze and blaze J.D. beat
Perform a dazing feat, racing to pentrate and let a Mc bleed
Rain cinderblocks on flocks of egos
Scavenge like the seagull, bringin the power of a trio

Bigot Hitman
08-13-2006, 09:19 AM
Iím the croc that shocks flocks of livestock
Pop shots at spots that mock the rhyme plots
Bringin the ringin, that leaves, ear parts bleedin
Pleadin for feedin, fat weaves, hear hearts leakin
Flawless throws of taws, lead to money brawls
Jawless hoes with laws, meet the honey paws
Thats me, got the shudder hands, that burst powder
Lack gís, pop the rubber bands, at first rounders
Loopin dart pairs, canít miss it, like a sniperís hit list
Shoot in parks where, pants glisten, dikes an hikers kissin
Check it, Who Wu banga? Iís the mind liberator
Reckless, Who hanged her? Eyeís find hidden craters
Core talents, I rap like this, fucks the old flows
More talons, I wrap my shit, ducks get low blows

Preposted but its good

Bigot Hitman
08-15-2006, 03:36 PM
Blood stained the cement
How much viloence can commence
I'na second, Perpetrators fled in the lexus
Left two teens under sixteen leaking
For creepin ina the house of a kingpin
Many possible reasons
Could be treason, or just frontin
What ever it was, it wasn't worth nothin
The truth didn't save them
Look at the oragans on the ground
Under the summer heat, fryin from red to brown
I should have blessed them with the vests
But i had beef wit'em from the past
And now half of their faces
Are diveded by broken glass
As the bullets passed by
Caught the parkin meter's plastic
The scene was dramatic
Graphic images imprented like magic
Drastic measured were took to complete the hit
But on some dumb shit, i heard it was over a box of spliffs

How yaw feel about that quick piece?

smokebongoncliff
08-15-2006, 05:13 PM
dedication

Bigot Hitman
08-15-2006, 06:44 PM
12 spits and one word of feedback, thanx for it do, i'ma keep postin cause like i said before:

"Feedback is unrequired, i'm sending mc's to retirement
The mic up my sleave ready to cleave, any enviornment"

Bigot Hitman
08-15-2006, 07:02 PM
Perfection is the quota my shit sets
So fuck techs, i kill you wit the poison text/
Fucka stage, fucka crowd, the mic i'm entertaining
Wit pages that contain the ever falling different rains/
Books i never read, except the dictonary
Increase the vocbulary to figures
A "virgin wouldn't marry"/ (virgin marry)
But tell me this, why every time i walk through the hills
Cops get the chills, and pheens hide the pills?/
Does my apperance, strike fear in hearts of narc's
Plus ain't ever heard my shit repeated
SO it must be the same for the sharks/
When its dark the shots start to spark
And thats the que
For the villans to start to lark/
I mean lurk, Catch christans breakin in the churches
Or maybe they atheists
I know them cuase the cro bars they purchased/
From me, the catalyst, Better start scatterin
Or i'ma leave ya nuts hangin from a latter man/
That was wack, but its rare so you can't compare
Me to anybody
Its like a thick rope, to a hair
This rap i'm rotting


This is the shitiest rap on this thread but i did it quick so i don't giva ____

Bigot Hitman
08-16-2006, 09:53 PM
Hot pens caused loss feelings, as if i went through war
Ink gore, spread on the paper, ill caper, wit the words
Uplift the undertaker, pierce a faker quick lika laker
Dominate like number eight, rappin game fate maker
The flows constant, i gota lake feedin my river
Under pressure i deliver, to the crowd, the bigger livers
Dropa verse a day without hesitation or difficulty
Splittin nations wit the sword piece, basically all countries
The realest of the real can understand what i'm spittin
These schemes are well written, graphical shit thats vivid

Bigot Hitman
08-17-2006, 09:51 PM
Bless wit the techs, caniballistic like the baget
Cuz i eat the best, mc's thats sour get left
Catch me in a hour, witness my super nova
Rollin over a black hole, the planets is my soldiers
Lay you out wit ten billion year old light rays
That long to make contact, but now you get impact, for days
Play me lika the video, I transform into somethin serial
Maybe killa on radio, might put bombs in niggas ceral
Yeah you already know i'm comin wit a verse a day
My mind, and rap vein is like a never ending relay
Plus i'm mad happy, the ravens smacked the eagles
When excited my lyrics can be lethal,
Presidental mc can't throw a veto
Split that speedo wit words that dope
No joke when i tote the magnum bitch fathem
Should know i prevail in a cell, live off the talcum
Not the powder, explode on stage a mile high
Check the spot light, i'm scannin the hills for fights



Ten minute verse for ya ass

Bigot Hitman
08-20-2006, 06:16 PM
Turnin boys like from the city of god to frontline soldiers
Catch a super nova, hard to find like the quad leaf clover
Lines fat as biggie, invading out of town tepees
Rip the mís plus the cís, light spotted on stage oversees
Rejecting the pleads, guilty or innocent
Hard homes beat soft homes, fuck ya pillow tent
Strikin militant, body mass measured by face fat
Scout out the victim, attack wit the metal laced bat
Place a cat, wit the loins ainít no fromin alliance
Wilds ones more dense ina sense, roaring tyrants
Take them eyes out wit pliars
Yo check my sentences, puttin bitches in ill predicaments
Runin marathons wit broken ligaments, suck my dick spit
Lit the medicine wicks wit the sickness,
Check it, Iím battelin any enemy right on the spot
I set it, wit deep plots lined wit high electrical watts
A my crew work wit the metal and locks so call me smith
Dip a bitch face in mercury, you can check my illtistics
That shot you missed, wound up hittin sutin
My crew enslaving, yo Iíll catch you in the dungeons
I ainít takin shots at other artists, that shits primitive
If we got beef, then to your home I send a representative
Wit the 3 pound ones, and ainít talkin bout the hammers
Giva nigga a fruit basket wit bombs, lookin like bananas
And I donít ever take a life, sun I just release one
From this hell, if I fail, that means police won
Fucka statistic, Iím just tryin to provide logistics
For my hoodís sickness, dive in wide ditches
6 feet deep, the greatest sacrifice possible
Peep the lethal streets, 85 degrees means hostle
Maxin at the bust stop, look they got the bullet vests
2 niggas cross from me, stickin up a CVS
It was blatant, niggas was young an inexperienced
Thats the dangerous kind, ruthless an quick to bust a clip
Iíamazed and fazed like how the fuck Iíma witness
Peep the security gaurd froma krogers shacked up
Panicin sweatin callin for mad back up
And them niggas ainít get out the store yet
But just then, one ran out wit blood on his chest
Must of had the cheep bullet proof, sirens is gettin louder
And check this, them niggas doin a robbery wit the powder
In the pocket, the cops seent them drop it as they fled
These is city jakes, so get the chalk out cuz here comes the lead
Bout 7 or 8 shots rang thorught the hills each one sent chills,
Rubberneckin in some automobiles, but underneath blood spilled
But its aight cuz here the bus come, counted up the fare sum
I ainít showin no feelins, gots none cuz they recenty killed my son


,

Fightin wit a pair of bludgeons, The court jake got walle fudge ones
Bout to bust some blood packets, thats some lips, up in the judge dun
Battlein the jury wit fury, but not wit some words
Over some stolen jewelry, copped wit some extra force
Store had big canines, plus a cage wall
Them dogs I shot 5 times, one looked 4'9 tall
Squealed loud when I released the bullets left peace
Immediately deceased, weak sirens rang in my headpiece
Thats when I should have dipped out wit haste
But at the time I was broke,
And I got two strikes from crime, so I canít sell the dope
Broke every counter in the store grabed the shit sloppily
But this wasnít no little buisness, they was monoply
Runnin everthin in the hood, from goods to ice
So they had the good security system
And when the cops came, I stood to fight
Caught one pig in the shoulder, but I was outnumbered
My getaway had been fled , wit bullets in my leg, I lumbered
Out the store wita helicopter light shining bright
Cops sayin donít fight,
This ugly cop bitch lookin like a dike, knee in my windpipe
Tazed me, I tried to act like it a aint faze me
Pulled out the razor, and slit her shit crazy
Blood Squrited on me from her, and her backup jumped on me
Wit the pistol spittin getto ridicule, sounded funny
Gave me a lawyer who was actin like, he ainít in to win it
He staight out said wita smirk, he wanít the escalade thats tinted
So Iím fucked, wit proly like 10 to 13
Aggravated robbery, yo I catch you when Iím 26, police swallowed me

Bigot Hitman
08-20-2006, 07:15 PM
can i get some feed on anything on this thread?

Bigot Hitman
08-24-2006, 05:38 PM
One dropped from my crew equals 10 deaths from another
Friend or brother, Mutherfuckers get stuck like a sucker on a dick
This the new format hit, fuck them complicated lyrics
I'm showin why when it comes to my name, niggas fear it
To stare at me, it must of be truth or dare game
Cuz niggas know this gat can shoot to snare planes
Real long distances, buck shots thats persistent
Resistents is not recommended,
Just give me every thing thats glistening
Once i caught the cops listening, seent the wires
Stickin out pawn's attire, ran quick like my dick was on fire
Won't fall for the okey dooak, no nigga never
Got the eagles eyes, plus my state of mind, is always clever
Thats why i'm so fluent when it comes to freestyle'in
Words come out violent,
Get interviews from label scouts, cuz they see talent
Balance gallons of dust, fishscale, dank whatever...
My nigga gives me to bus, retail shit in hot weather
Sport the leather belt so cops won't think i'ma dealer
They sterotype yo, keep my pants high, thats for realer
Than any thing, everyday same routine
Get up 4:15,A.m., spot a fiend and get the cream


14 minuets-Wu banga

Bigot Hitman
08-25-2006, 08:45 PM
..

Battle 1
09-05-2006, 08:26 PM
can i get some feed on anything on this thread?

Nice. You got alot of nice rhymes and can write for days. Definetly got some writing skillz no doubt.

Battle 1
09-05-2006, 08:40 PM
A fuck yaw on the real, i fount a real net rappin website were niggas give feedback on everthing, atleast 30 mutherfuckers viewing one forum anytime of the day, real talk. Catch me at http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/
Peace

Yo, I-Run-Da-Hills if you want feedback and so forth I'll give you some from now on if you still want. I'll try to remember to check this thread regularly and give you feedback as well as throw up some of my verses too if you want me too. Just say the word or confirm this post by saying you want me too.

Also don't forget that you should also try dropping verses or lines on the other threads we got here on the Wu-Corp forum, there's alot and you bound to get feedback as well.

Bigot Hitman
09-08-2006, 07:05 PM
A.k.a. wu banga / a.k.a. I-run-da-hills

Personal thread, free-posters welcomed.

Bigot Hitman
09-08-2006, 07:30 PM
Savage minded, bullet master, pullin faster then them cowboys
Evil mutherfucker stabbin niggas at the sound of child's joy
Sufficating objectives in sleep, i effectively creep
Into the den of a lion, and collectively steal his sheep
Scared of nothing opposing, simply none pose a threat
Lines supposed to be composed of "blows" and flows lika jet
How one great mind can figure my defeat is confusing
I'm brusing the loosing wit street beats that come amusing
Componets must abolish all enemies proponets
Ultra neat schemes polished to demolish your average opponet
I take a pause to evolve and involve all my points
Disolving not resolving nor absolving, never dissapoint
I'm like a drunk mutherfucker on the mic i have no conscious
Leaving the invincible unconscious, but maintain a subconscious
Spittin lethal formulas...like the deadly cobra
Rippin the song on ya, unitil the meadly's over

Bigot Hitman
09-08-2006, 07:34 PM
25 minuet spit-8:05 to 8:30 ^^^^^^^

Bigot Hitman
09-09-2006, 02:32 PM
True story: happend sometime after school this pass week

Hop on the *metro, would be wearin *retro but we in uniforms
Little 9th graders crusaders lame card traders, throwin gooy gum
Bus driver pissed, cuz some bitch nigga was fightin his sister
Shit was funny cuz she whippin and he was missin her
Calmed down, i'm rollin in the backs seats halfway home
Crusing down mcmillian street, bus empited, i'm alone ( cept for the driver)
Pulled the cord, bust stopped hopped off and almost tripped
Adjust my cd player, bangin ether, a old nas hit from stillmatic
Walked passed the subway, heard niggas beefin cross the street
In the parkin lot of a miky'dees, scene intresting took a freeze
To peep wats happin, bout 4 niggas i'd say 17 to 23 (age)
One in black rocawear, was beefin hard wita another teen
THis dude looked bout my age, 17 wita red shirt
Dude in black was bitchin him out no doubt, then he threw dirt
Big chunk of some old dried up shit, i broke out laughin
Dude in red dropped his shit and quit the draggin (smoke'in)
Then the other 3 niggas plus the one in the black attacked
Left dude in red on his back, coughin up blood wit spit attached
They peeled out quick and since i knew the police was on they way
I took the back streets the crib, in the hills its just another day


*Metro is whats the cincinnati buses is called

*Retro b-ball jerseys

J.T.S.
09-09-2006, 02:58 PM
They put us in chains, and harass us for toking Mary Jane
Slaves ashamed of their skintone, picture a tainted brain
Without knowledge of self, it's like walking in a rainstorm without a umbrella
In my hood it's just drug sellers. and thugs who idolize "Good Fellas"
I'm well aware of where i'm headed to the gun shop to cop a uzi
Uncle Sam's army will never use me, Paper will never rule me
A true beatsmith, 5% activist, a.k.a. self-concious lyricist
the time on the clock never stops the blocks errupt with madness
I grab kids that live savage and hit em' with numbers like a batting average
Build em' up with know-ledge they didn't know they had in their cabage

Bigot Hitman
09-09-2006, 11:59 PM
Its blatant that these scary rappers be fake'in
Grill strip steaks, but yaw still stuck on bacon
Calm controlled low-key nigga considered different
Palms look old, expirenced much, men i've hit spittin
Intense moments, life is like the climax of a scary flik
I'm bustin cherrys, and robbin gary's, while yaw hit hairy chicks
Around the corner niggas sell molded pickels for nickels
Used as poisons, stuffed in toys dun, deadly as metal sickles
I threw a bullet through a window, cops said assualt wita deadly weapon
Little kids reppein they sections, while i'm makin records in texas blessin
Young cats with wessons and vital lessons, through thourough text'in
Crews bring they best men, Stankin niggas get fresh, when i push my crest'in (toothpaste)

Bigot Hitman
09-10-2006, 02:08 PM
This is random but i was just sittin on my porch and i saw a tire rollin down the street. Real talk. And the ravens is pimpin the bucs.

Bigot Hitman
09-11-2006, 03:57 PM
I fund a mental pateint through lyrics that come spiritual
These are fundamental basics, foundations are critical
Potential grows exponetial, been through the white flames
The presidential has the essential credentials that ignite games
Thats of a legend, spoke to the reveren for seven seconds
On some blessin wit words, but niggas wrestlin wit weapons
Peep the message, One versus four hardcore mc's i tore
Washed them niggas upon shore, behind the discount store
Put your, thoughts together nicely
Fuck the fighting through writing, fists strike like lighting
Givin dental records to the biting
Yo Electrical techinical specticales can't see me in a wire
Medical assistance need by the opposin foes, trapped in fire
So put down that desire because death will transpire hastley
Hire niggas to sell saphires, them switchin liars try to waste me

Bigot Hitman
09-12-2006, 04:14 PM
^^^thats ill, yaw sleepin on it

Bigot Hitman
09-12-2006, 04:31 PM
Murderous attacker, used to be a Packer line backer
Lacked a sexual life despite the riches, he masturbated wit pictures
The after math of the fact he was abused as child
Used steroids while in highschool, side effects turned him wild
Relentless competitor on the field, special teams ace
He spent his better time in the gym, Thirty four inch waist
Suspened with no pay for violating the substace abuse policy
A life tragedy in his mind ,this was the climax of his new hobby
Next day a 17 teen year old boy was hanging dead from a tree
Surrounded by flees and diseases pleased the heart of the depleted
Mentally, turned serial killer, local veteran cops say he was lonely
Physically his strenght over powered 14 victims, and that was only
The ones that were found, at nights you hear feint sounds around his house
Died in a jail cell by suicide, with a broken floresent light fixture shoved in his mouth

Bigot Hitman
09-12-2006, 04:35 PM
quick spit^^^ 5:12 to 5:31

Battle 1
09-12-2006, 07:00 PM
^^
Well, guess not huh ?
No it's cool. I seen you've been posting up on alot of other threads already and got feedback already, etc.
So I guess I don't need to keep checking this thread no more then.


:W

Bigot Hitman
09-12-2006, 08:16 PM
Why did you bring this thread back up, its a embarrasment, thats all wack shit. Fake bull shit i was spittin. The whole thread is just full of dumb shit.

Bigot Hitman
09-13-2006, 04:19 PM
Damn yo, they said they was goin get em but i ain't believe it
Thought they was just some low ranked, thieves scheme'in
Fuckin 2 shots to gut, from close range
Left my mind deranged, over a drug dose exchange
Faggot ass niggas, yo somebody tells his moms
I know his sister's friend, i took her to the prom
Matter fact fuck it, we'll tell his two brothers
Get the 10 nines, and buck these mu-fuckers
They crew is bitch, full of snitches with stiches scars
Faggots fake cuz i seen't them flippin in the richest cars
THem niggas share two guns, between like eight hands
Thats how i know if we come strong they can't withstand
Problay try to fight us wit mutherfuckin paint cans
Yo on the real pull yo pants up cuz i heard they rape mans
Next night, focused like before a playoff football game
Peep them in the ford focus, let twenty bullets rain
Quick but causual, rolled out like witnesses to the tragedies
Trashed the guns in the winton dump*, everlasting battle G

Bigot Hitman
09-13-2006, 04:23 PM
Producer blazin, high profile n' expensive----(J-dilla)
Cousin hooked me up wit the good beats
Bass roc the feet, my ryhmes comin comprehensive
In the hots seat, sweatin tryin to spit it out right
Crusin through studio time despite, this dislexia got me vexed
Fuck, and these niggas raisin my stress
Rollin, tote'in some kinda shit i don't fuck wit
Fumes intoxicat'in, got me nervous wanna buck shit
Finnaly got my verse out over the beat of J-dilla
Took a puff of what they smoke'in
Tracks killa, I drop the mic when he said it was sinsemilla

Lil' Ruger
09-14-2006, 03:03 PM
are us rappers posed to make one big thread where we post all our raps?

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 04:24 PM
Don't have to, but you can if you want to

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 04:25 PM
Damn my thread is all the way at the bottom, guess i gotta spit everyday

Comin soon: somethin

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 04:40 PM
She was 5'6 105 pounds, small wita round face
Loved dance music, liked the sound of bass
Rolled wit the pops at school, new half the girls in the city
Stole her phone when i was thirsty for pussy, her pearls was grity
Expensive high class, ti-bo tight ass, could bitchy at times
Banged* plenty of bitches and left stitches, around the eyes
Had beef wit plenty of girls and niggas to, so i ain't surpried
That she came to school limpin at the thighs, and recently died
Kilt, no i didn't contradict, ever heard of a high class gangsta bitch?
I just call them getto goldiggers, made drug bosses change an switch
Phone numbers, adresses, she proly fought 15 girls through adolesence
Guess she never learned her lessons,
I never fronted to her, cuz in big purse she caried a wesson
Switch blade knife, but i heard she had a gat, i'm appearing circastic
At her funeral, her whole family did her wrong, left no flowers on her casket

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 04:40 PM
15 minute spit^^^^ 5:25 to 5:40

Dokuro
09-14-2006, 05:03 PM
sory man im only loking for west coast artist

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 05:38 PM
Ha ha aight, its whatever

Bigot Hitman
09-14-2006, 05:39 PM
Bra whats good, stash a nigga in the freestore freezer
Throw half of 'em in the ohio river, over a stolen beeper
Cuz thats the shit i'm on, low key phyco flippin beast
Leavein police deaceased, for disturbin my fuckin peace
Leave holes in head pieces, since the days of vaseline on faces
Leavin peers with braces, and false teeth at thirteen
Left parents hate'in, when i was 6 i was to bad for school
My daddy left out like a bitch, now he look at me like "its all cool"
Fuck that, plus he's a cop livin in a rich part of town
While i'm stuck in the hills, but won't catch me wita frown
Told that mutherfucker don't come to my b-ball games
Its a shame, no dame gettin, home alone at 59, fuckin lame
But anyways, stray'in from a pointless rhyme is very easy
Excuse me, just cause i smoke some, don't mean i abuse thee
Health teacher reported to the counselour, meant mad trouble (about the smokes)
I'm salty she asked could i get a ounce for her?, bursted like a bubble
Wit laugfter, i had ta, my life got mad funny chapters
At 5 years old, my gym teacher called me a bastard, so i smacked her
But i was young then, my pockets was dumb thin
Pants was still the way they today, saggin aint no sin
Remember i used to run from my moma when she gave whippins
I'm talkin bout the the leather belt wit metal buckles, shits stingin
Nappy headed, some time corn breaded, sometimes stinkin
Played with the pitbulls down the street,
Had sweet staring contests 5 inches away from the teeth, witout blinkin yo
If you move you was a bitch yo, shits was fun all day
Till one jumped over the fence, and left a scars on my face
Thats a permanet lesson you ever forget, the owner sprayed the dog wit mace
My friends fled but I would of to, stupid to stick around wita loose pitbull
When the bitch bit my face, i felt the opposite side of my head's skin pull
And stretch, my moma was vexed, threatend the owner wit my brother's tech
The the popo's was called by neighbors, snitches,
Got 11 stiches on my left cheek, plus had gashes in my chest

Bigot Hitman
09-15-2006, 03:54 PM
Blood painted on the concrete, average nigga's feat
Over a two month old beef, but escaladed every week
I knew is goin down eventually, cuz the crews is only a block away
Small confrontations, turn into yellow tape, and outline chalk days
Everybody start sayin they was fake, cuz all they did was talk
Stayin posted up all day when all they had to do is take a walk
To they crackhouse wit the guns out, and thats what happend
All it took wa alittle tappin on the door, the metal would start clappin
The bottom lines, dude what shot twelve times wit two different nines
Result looked like a scary movie design, so disfigured words couldn't define

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 04:26 PM
Take a pause and wait, fate inclosing wit haste
Don't rush...you got eternity time in hell to waste
Extermination of a whole town's race, for face-frontin
Father of this shit yo got whole cities is sonnin
King pins runnin, word up i'm becoming a legend
Ressurectin trends of legal ends, somethin from way back then
Rappers forfit when the read my prewritten scripts
Before i even spit it, they ego's split, shittin submits
Bitches laced wit stitches like shirts thats hand made
To much for bandades, but they sport the nice sand jades yo
Shades of D-wade on the court, pimpin niggas like Too $hort
Askin my assitants for reports on the fishscale imports from the seaport
Gotta tropical island resort where we snort, and escape child support
Watch natives kickin flamin balls around like soccer, its a wild sport
Anyways when my lines come correct and direct, they reflect
My sections, without second guessin, like a soldier i'm protect'in
Collectin infections, meant for my seeds i bleed the lessons
Inspect and check the wessons thats kept, deeds is bless'ins

J.T.S.
09-16-2006, 04:57 PM
I represent subliminal damage eat a mc's brain like a sandwich/
Give you a bandage to wrap ya head, then i vanish/
Leave ya fam famished their muslims they'll die before they eat a ham sandwich/
Bonning a niggas mom with her head in the sand(sick!)/
I get ghetto like Chapelle if you tell the cops about me/
Don't no mc sound like me, if so their carbon copeis/
I'll carve them sloppy, they'll be a dead John Doe/
Then i'll take their Jane's doe, and buy a cream Camaro/
In the field of rap i'm the crow, shittin' on heads of pro's/
Mc's eat too much pussy that's why they sound vaginal/
Gotta go i got classes to teach with my magic flow/

VernakuLa
09-16-2006, 05:06 PM
work on the schemes DP elevate

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:16 PM
Metal sickle medalion wearin, tearin chest skin
Kilt the best men, lyrically wrestlin them already dead kins
Bitches on the prowl, for ma dick juice, i gaurd it wit condoms
Ain't Itchin for live problems, girls jerk me hard and try to rob them
Stay sober you know, the only think i smoke is clovers
Lift mega weights yo, shoulder press mountain boulders
Drink fountain soda, i'm pissed cuz niggas is invadin my spot
On the low i stay wit the shades i roc, my blades got blood drops
Quick spittin poisonus matter, whole ecosystems i shatter
Start from the bladder, climb the ladder, and serve brains on platters
The illest, comin wit some hardcore, on some other shit
Slappin killas wit road kill, heavy smoke helps me smother kids
Screens cause loud screams, that loosen the screws in ma head
Instead of healing my physical feelings, i brew poisouns crews based on lead
Gettin feds fat, wit piggin red raps, mouse trap settin on the sports caps
Walk over 6'6 niggas like door mats, blind as bat foes get de-toed with packs
Of 5 foot long swords, faggot donuts, step on stage wit my fro cut
Crowd didn't even thing think i was gone show up, greeted wit throw up


Quick dart- cuz i got to have the last rap on my thread

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:22 PM
work on the schemes DP elevate

True, but schemes ain't my thing, got my own style

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:39 PM
(James)
There's was this cat named John known to let his gat blaze/
He was wild smoking tical always saying crime pays/
Anyways we passed ways, and he ran off at the mouth/
Saying he heard i had beef with his man "Dirty south"/
I said yeah i snatched his pimp cup, knocked his fronts out/
I left a scar on his face, he smiled and got knocked the fuck out/
Some Young Buck tried to bring it,and got shot up Tony Montana style/
I skipped town scared of a murder trial, anyhow John said nigga you dead know/
I just laughed and said you don't know my methods man/
He cocked his weapon fam, and the trigger jammed/
The time was 4:21 i put the bullet in his brain (blam!)/
Somehow he survived the shot, know he's too def to hear his own jams/
I forgot about his man's street, this nigga they called him Life/
He caught me pumpin' on his block, and his crew P.L.O. pulled out gats right in my face/
I'm lucky cops came know i'm safe/
But U know the gods bizzare, he seen me again and gave chase/
The nigga said Welcome back, i busted the gat in his face.. ohhh shit i just murdered Mase

(Dead president)
Young black male was kilt late last night
Around 2:00 A.m., blood spilt ina fast fight
The autopsy revealed mad bruises on the face
Traces of mace on the skin,
Plus another mans blood on a shoelace
The bar manager stated he was always involved in scuffles
Provokeíin trouble, but he came off kind and suttle
Iíve seen him on the UC bus shuttle in the back
Sick ass cat, stomach bubbled on impact
Knew him for like 3 years, didnít shed one tear
He was always startíin beef, so his mother feared
That this day would come soon, and it did violently
Notified her that after noon, she wept slow and silently
Seed came racin down the stairs like whats wrong?
He should have been wit his brother
Instead of abuseíin and fuckin up on some bongs
Came down not shocked yo, son comforted her and I peeled out
Now Iím walkin through the blocks wit my mutherfuckin steel out
But too late, the cops had the main suspect in custody
Since he was kilt on my block, somehow the blame rushed to me
Like I was there and could have stopped it
But knowin the dude who did it, he probably popped him
For a good reason, I heard he committed treason against his legion
Doin business in other citiesís regions, plus he faggin, male pleasein
Suckin dicks, said it was for his older sisterís sickness
Fuckin sickening, the only thing I liked about his sister was her thickness
And now its everlasting conflicts, make me want to bomb shits
Got family in the palm bricks*, canít go out the house until dawn hits
Moved about a week ago, to raise my peoples in nearby Dayton
The first classics I wrote is old, now i write sequels called anti satans
Peace to all the mothers greaving, from peeps left bleeding
These is pro-life teachings, against so-trife proceedings

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:43 PM
*Palm bricks, south part of dayton- dayton is a city near cincinnati

J.T.S.
09-16-2006, 05:45 PM
Man i hope people get thier heads off their pillows!

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:48 PM
True, but i got this other rap website: http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/, that i can post it on a get feed on, cuz for you to get feed you have to give links of your previous feed to someone else, so its a on going circle and anything you post will get feed, bad or good.

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 05:53 PM
The link to the song on the other site: http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?p=5140263#post5140263

Eversick666
09-16-2006, 06:18 PM
not bad keep up the colaboz wit topics

Bigot Hitman
09-16-2006, 07:03 PM
Tru, i don't like empty raps anyways

On the other site some fag said the spellin my verse is real bad.
I hope that when yaw read it yaw that when i say shit like provoke'in, i say that cuz i'm not sayin provoking, i'm sayin how i would rap it or speak it witout the g. Like start'in, fuckin, suckin, pleasin. If i wanted to say stuff proper like confusing, i would type it that way, but instead i type like confus'in, cuz thats how i would say it.

Bigot Hitman
09-18-2006, 04:59 PM
Rap about the fake ass cats, frontin wit knapsacks
Thinks cuz they were they hatback, or talk about the black gats
That they street, o, and i got somethin to say real quick
Just cuz i got the vocab, i ain't hood? at 8 i was beggin for meals bitch
And loose change dowtown in front of the city hall
Watch for the dudes in suits,
Homless pass by stinkin wit shity draws
Had grity night brawls in the street lights
Catch a bus to the village* just to see fights
But never got into the drug game for real, as you can tell
Cuz if i did i be underground or in jail fightin wit the hand held*
Anyways, you know them one cats that geek when the speak
Cry when they leak, and come wit the proper speach
Tryin to teach, shit the real know, trippin over stereotypes
Fittin it to puzzles with no relation, 80% of what the say is hype
Scared to instigate, confrontations that might involve them
Resolve'in, by talkin science shit bout the earth revolve'in?
Real niggas see through those bullshit smoke screens, we know dope pheens
And we've been poke'in ass since thirteen, seen red blood soaked jeens
Listen to the most popular music, tryin hard to be gangsta dudes
BUt i'm the truth, therefore i hear through and read langston hughes
On some ice cube from 92, and Too $hort from 91
Get in where you belong the theme of the song, hip hop can't reclaim the throne
Cuz these fake kids is prone to attempt to portray there alias
But this is strange, foriegn, and different to me, like gay aliens
Cops break them under pressure, get them to tell whats in they dresser
Quick to tell whats in the trunk of the lexus, and the illegal ways the got fresher
Keepin they head down in a crowd, jump from distant gun sounds
My niggas down south robbed recently fakes in ma son's lounge
Got two silver nines, seen't one up to me through fed ex
The mail man got mugged on the way too my projects
Anyways, this is how bout to end this quick rap
One step to me? i'ma fuck they moms even if the bitch fat

village* over the rhine, downtown area in cinci

hand held* small knife

Bigot Hitman
09-18-2006, 05:07 PM
Rap about the fake ass cats, frontin wit knapsacks
Think cuz they were they hatback, or talk about the black gats
That they street, o, and i got somethin to say real quick
Just cuz i got the vocab, i ain't hood? at 8 i was beggin for meals bitch
And loose change dowtown in front of the city hall
Watch for the dudes in suits,
Homless pass by stinkin wit shity draws
Had grity night brawls in the street lights
Catch a bus to the village* just to see fights
But never got into the drug game for real, as you can tell
Cuz if i did i be underground or in jail fightin wit the hand helds*
Anyways, you know them one cats that geek when they speak
Cry when they leak, and always come wit the proper speach
Tryin to teach, shit the real know, trippin over stereotypes
Fittin into puzzles with no relation, 80% of what they say is hype
Scared to instigate, confrontations that might involve them
Resolve'in, by talkin science shit bout the earth revolve'in?
Real niggas see through those bullshit smoke screens, we know dope pheens
And we've been poke'in ass since thirteen, seen red blood soaked jeens
Listen to the most popular music, tryin hard to be gangsta dudes
BUt i'm the truth, therefore i hear through and read langston hughes
On some ice cube from 92, and Too $hort from 91
Get in where you belong the theme of the song, hip hop can't reclaim the throne
Cuz these fake kids is prone to attempt to portray there alias
But this is strange, foriegn, and different to me, like gay aliens
Cops break them under pressure, get them to tell whats in they dresser
Quick to tell whats in the trunk of the lexus, and the illegal ways the got fresher
Keepin they head down in a crowd, jump from distant gun sounds
My niggas down south robbed recently fakes in ma son's lounge
Got two silver nines, seen't one up to me through fed ex
The mail man got mugged on the way too my projects
Anyways, this is how bout to end this quick rap
One step to me? i'ma fuck they moms even if the bitch fat


The underlines is the point of the verse

VernakuLa
09-18-2006, 05:49 PM
its got some homo type lines

Lil' Ruger
09-18-2006, 06:01 PM
lol nak always come wit da real lol

Bigot Hitman
09-18-2006, 07:41 PM
If i actually took time and cared about really put together a ill verse i could, but everything that i post on this site is done in less than 30 min. Most of time 10-15.

VernakuLa
09-18-2006, 07:42 PM
If i actually took time and cared about really put together a ill verse i could, but everything that i post on this site is done in less than 30 min. Most of time 10-15.

dont worry, i do that shit too, but more like 10 mins for me

Lil' Ruger
09-18-2006, 10:23 PM
dont worry, i do that shit too, but more like 10 mins for me

same here if i really put my mind to it im in the mood and i got ma flow on its about 8 and it comes out illl like what i did on punishment chamber

im workin on one now called black opz.

J.T.S.
09-19-2006, 02:38 PM
I like ya style simple, but visual good drop!

J.T.S.
09-19-2006, 03:00 PM
My rhyme schemes scrutinize rhyme teams/
When lines beam through ya beamer, it's time 2 die scene/
i lean on tracks, terrorize blocks, poppin' gats/
a proper spitter, while other cats litters wack/
Rob niggas who got the knack to flash big stacks/
Negative cat, ghetto raised with roaches, and rats/
Loco knockin' foes on their face flat, i was mad max/
dome thundering, if i wasn't locked i was on the streets rumblin'/
never crumblin' under pressure, mcin' was my lost reasure/
packin' barettas, smackin' fat asses, doing whatever/
Feeling forever trapped in the ghetto habitat/

Bigot Hitman
09-19-2006, 03:55 PM
Tru but this wasn't the song to be complex on

Bigot Hitman
09-20-2006, 07:54 PM
Adapted from livin deep in grasslands to slaves
Thrown into the sea on the way
Couldn't swim, thousands drowned in the salty waves
Sun burnt shoulder blades, wishin to be set free
Raised a whole country,
But couldn't raise the head to directly see
Into the eyes of devils, killed a race, and enslaved another
The young watched as the owners marked and engraved their brothers
Like live stock, burnt marks with initials, some stole pistols
Nat turner, burned the owners
sparked from the eclipse, looked like a circle of crystals
From that, adapted again, got rights eventually but soon got poor
It was inevitable, no work and discrmination owned the floor
Long story short, the only way to support the fam is through drugs ends
Soon got guns to protect, and still work for respect, commitin thug sins

Bigot Hitman
09-21-2006, 04:49 PM
So many have suffered and in time endured the result of face'in me
Those rehearsed buffered lines is obscure insults basically
I assure you that i come mature leavin the secure unsure
Wild but demure, let the lines in-sure this ain't no de-tour
Away from the point, i need more sickles to cell* you into pain
Check this murder joint, blood trickles in pails from the veins
Quarter told me about the the nickles you tried to pimp out like dimes
Him and penny was fuckin with your mind,
Because they ran a train with fifty cent on pint, and so did I
Thats when gallon got into it with you cuz pint's his bitch
But gallon don't know that when we was on the table, we all piped her which
Means that "cup" probaly ain't even his "container"
Tried to tell'em pint isa hoe, and just water wouldn't entertain her
Story told, short plot, like the mc's careers i face nightly
Close peers shed tears, once the adhered are effaced slightly
Is frighting, to see sides of people you haven't, now your out the cabinet
"Shocked" quick like lightning, after winning was a habbit
Then the heros lose, and their perspective, takes a new point of view
The serums ooze, never again respected, they crew's dissapointed too

*cell=sell (sickle cell)

J.T.S.
09-22-2006, 12:48 PM
Heads sleep on the kings, but won't bring beef to the ring/
Feast on they spleens, splatter bastards it's bloody catering/
like Rza i rock razor rings pointy, desperado's avoid me/
I'll ride on ya homies, black night style, this croked ninjas wild/
Dead prez grab the ox knock em' out, teeth fly out the mouth/
Bring the ruckus for another month then i'm out/
Mc's shout "That nigga Jay bout his paper" kid no doubt/
the flows foul u bringin' who? the owl slash nocturnal mic rocker/
Might knock a hottie with notty hair, and proper knockers/
Mc's want beef here's a whopper with no cheese.. hope u ready to die like Big Poppa... signin' off the specialist shadowboxer/

koncretegorilla
09-22-2006, 10:57 PM
watup..

ay whos the master blastin shoguns, known to no-one/
no home or zonefront, flown from 3moons wit 2grown sons.
A mildy wild nigga wit no shame, no name/
shake breaks the basis of proclaims, the rebel.
Settled industry formats, now no nigga talk bacc/
warned informed n cautioned on how to walk blacc.
Warpaths of actors slash rappers was short tracked/
damn master blasted emcees wit raw raps.
Born with eight degrees of logic, plus sub-atomics/
bombs will stop droppin like the prophets promised.
Offer ya life in sacrifice in the meantime/
heat seeks weak emcees, speakin they free mind.
Rewind 4the ear-blind, wit hand written ear-signs/
deep speech receivers on some serious link ties.
Drink from cups touched by the prince, nigga think wise/
eyes blink n swing bacc, heres wher ya stink lies.

Bigot Hitman
09-22-2006, 11:22 PM
Yo, man i tired of runnin these fake writers who claim there brighter
You in a lighter division lines wit percision, you on a plain, i'm higher
In elevation, my shits so tighter i need more circulation
Be patient, i'm just building the foundation, for the core creation
Victims left sore for generations, i'm very fluent at this
With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin
Just eat these lines, i'll gaurantee that you'll flee into a sappin defeat
As i breeze by, i disagree with all emcees to a degree, a rapper set free
Means one more to snare up, into my traps deep inside the same verses
Pushin underground lairs up, with free raps, see despite the blank surges

J.T.S.
09-23-2006, 11:45 AM
Furious styles make fans pump their fists in aisles/
Flow ladies raise thier eyebrows, backstage they widen their mouths/
Throw in the house mc's out the front door, floor hittin' causlties/
Killin' bees of bandits branded by the stinger, give em' slashes/
Trash kids get tossed in dump-trucks, slapped for wack cuts/
Psycotic psycho rap representative living it up-hill, upperlip punchin' gang slang/
Bitches i gang-bang, rippin' thongs, as they leave my anaconda drained/
Run trains on em', haters warring over my hoes, porno picture informants/
I receive enormous props from giving corrupt cops uppercuts, and karate chops/
Rich from growing weed crops, i need pot like Pac needed a vest before he got shot/
On top of the world snake assasin, figuring out government conspriacy plots/
Got lots of lotto, attracting chicks that look like models, but m.O.B.'s the motto/
Be easy god flow, i show no remorse to attack a devil with the force of a mad horse/

Battle 1
09-24-2006, 07:02 PM
Yo, man i tired of runnin these fake writers who claim there brighter
You in a lighter division lines wit percision, you on a plain, i'm higher
In elevation, my shits so tighter i need more circulation
Be patient, i'm just building the foundation, for the core creation
Victims left sore for generations, i'm very fluent at this
With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin
Just eat these lines, i'll gaurantee that you'll flee into a sappin defeat
As i breeze by, i disagree with all emcees to a degree, a rapper set free
Means one more to snare up, into my traps deep inside the same verses
Pushin underground lairs up, with free raps, see despite the blank surges



The entire verse was weak and wack and by the way you even had the nerve to post up this very same verse on the Official Freestyle thread, as if let alone it should have even been posted once. But twice ?? What happened ran out of words or to lazy to read your dictionary to find more. Thinking your on a higher elevation when your just high on some drugs or maybe dick. And what the fuck do you mean when saying lines like :

"With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin"

(You gonna send an entire scary crew packing a gun that only has one single bullet in it ? That's very smart. I mean I could see if you said one gun with loaded clips, but with only one single bullet ? You gonna kill not only one crew, but crews as in plural ?? Do you even have a brain and does it work good all the time ?)

"with free raps, see despite the blank surges" ( You shouldn't even bother rapping for free even. If you reakly wanted to do people a favor then you wouldn't rap at all. And I think those blank surges that you were talking about afterwards are in your retarded head.)

:loser:

J.T.S.
09-25-2006, 01:11 PM
Back 2 buisness it's strictly play-by-play blitz//
On this field you need game, and experience//
Were clearing spitters that don't move an audience//
all against the god, got caught with Black-belt karate kicks//
Martial artist.. doing tai-chi movements in the darkness//
Hands break a park bench in half, hands-on skills perfect my craft//
i spit the spazzola, sole controller, kamikaze flower, you know the math//
gotta get the cash by any means, me and my team refine the game mean//

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 03:23 PM
[QUOTE=Battle 1;596982] And what the fuck do you mean when saying lines like :

"With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin"

(You gonna send an entire scary crew packing a gun that only has one single bullet in it ? That's very smart. I mean I could see if you said one gun with loaded clips, but with only one single bullet ? You gonna kill not only one crew, but crews as in plural ?? Do you even have a brain and does it work good all the time ?)

QUOTE]


That means retard, that with one gun and one bullet i would send scared crews runnin. Haven't you ever heard anyone use the term "packin" for running or leaving. Get out my thread and go see your pimp cuz he told me you got appointment at some old man's house today.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 04:25 PM
As i hop off the metro, i imedieatly notice a crowd
Coughin on the set yo, peeped this kid otis in the cloud
Colored cadi, with those one rims that don't stop spinnin
That southern fatty bitch was wit him, droppin suspcious
Looks, two other vicious crooks posted in the back seat
Got out, the door squeeked, both had the black heats
Impresions in their pockets, ran into crowd wit them tightly cocked
Wit no lifes in question they popped a bitch, the fight stopped
Grabbed one of the dudes that was bangin, and threw him in the trunk
With savage tools i heard they left him hangin, but they got sewed for months
Cuz the bitch that they had popped, had a sister that peeped the scene
Now him and his crew is on the clock, wit 13 years, fam crying on tv screens
But thats not half of it, because 13 wasn't shit to her sister
Thats dead now wished they would have missed her, temper turned twister
And she set up a whole murder, from outside of the prison
I can still vision, her face when the judje read the sentence
And none of this i mentioned, to anybody cuz they wouldn't listen
Wasn't on the snitchin shit, and i knew that she set it up, so the tension
Of me not slipping and leaking the eveidence was always present
The feeling wasn't pleasant, cops confronted but i was hesitant
That was 5 years ago, she's grown and i still haven't told
But this was serious yo, to me because it mad my savage mold
And state of mind the i have today, now can't nothin surprise me
Black light i shine in a way, try to hide behind somethin disguising

J.T.S.
09-25-2006, 06:30 PM
[QUOTE=Battle 1;596982] And what the fuck do you mean when saying lines like :

"With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin"

(You gonna send an entire scary crew packing a gun that only has one single bullet in it ? That's very smart. I mean I could see if you said one gun with loaded clips, but with only one single bullet ? You gonna kill not only one crew, but crews as in plural ?? Do you even have a brain and does it work good all the time ?)

QUOTE]


That means retard, that with one gun and one bullet i would send scared crews runnin. Haven't you ever heard anyone use the term "packin" for running or leaving. Get out my thread and go see your pimp cuz he told me you got appointment at some old man's house today.

Prez yz cold as ice nigga!!

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 07:17 PM
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Battle 1
09-25-2006, 07:21 PM
And what the fuck do you mean when saying lines like :

"With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin"

(You gonna send an entire scary crew packing a gun that only has one single bullet in it ? That's very smart. I mean I could see if you said one gun with loaded clips, but with only one single bullet ? You gonna kill not only one crew, but crews as in plural ?? Do you even have a brain and does it work good all the time ?)




That means retard, that with one gun and one bullet i would send scared crews runnin. Haven't you ever heard anyone use the term "packin" for running or leaving. Get out my thread and go see your pimp cuz he told me you got appointment at some old man's house today.



Packing means what you do with the gun not people running you original retarded rapper. There you go again trying to give a word that already has a meaning a totally new one and making no sense. You trully are the original retarded rapper no joke.


:loser:

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 07:23 PM
And Dead President cold as ice, please. He's nowhere as nice. His brain or head is dead on ice.

:lmao:

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 07:31 PM
Packing means what you do with the gun not people running you original retarded rapper. There you go again trying to give a word that already has a meaning a totally new one and making no sense. You trully are the original retarded rapper no joke.


:loser:


And Dead fagat President if you mean packing meaning leaving town or something like that, then still you make no sense. Cause as I said before one gun okay (with numeorus clips of course) , but one bullet nope I don't think so original retarded rapper.

Just goes to show that your only 16 living in your very own dream world, or very ignorant and dumb enough to be labeled your a.k.a., the original trully retarded rapper.


:loser:

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 07:50 PM
[QUOTE=Dead President;597653]

Prez yz cold as ice nigga!!

True, this 28 year old faggot has never heard the term packin before. Must be a lame. Maybe he still hasn't figured out that words have more than one meaning yet. :=)

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 07:52 PM
And Dead fagat President if you mean packing meaning leaving town or something like that, then still you make no sense. Cause as I said before one gun okay (with numeorus clips of course) , but one bullet nope I don't think so original retarded rapper.

:loser:

Nobody said anything about "numerous clips" i said one gun and one bullet, stop puttin words in my mouth, or i'm a put my dick in yours.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 07:59 PM
Its really a simple concept, its probaly to complex for your handicaped mind though so let me break it down for you.

Ok this is called a bar:
Victims left sore for generations, i'm very fluent at this
With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin

This is a line:
With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin

This line means exactly what is stated, with one gun and one bullet, i send scared crews packin. I really don't know how to simplify this anymore.

If you need a defintion of any of these 4th grade vocab words i can tell u.
Since you obviously have never heard someone use the phrase "send them packin", its to send someone away, the concept would be that packin means packing baggage. Do you need anymore explaining on this simple line?

Calling me the retard. And i heard what that oldman did to you a few hours ago, like icecube said "get fucked in the ass, wit no vaseline".

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:03 PM
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Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:06 PM
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Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:09 PM
True, this 28 year old faggot has never heard the term packin before. Must be a lame. Maybe he still hasn't figured out that words have more than one meaning yet. :=)


You must have not looked at the post right above yours. Oh but that's right I almost forgot you can't and don't know how to read properly, only drop the wackest verses and lines on the planet earth. Afterall that's why your called the original trully retarded rapper. You should first learn how to read properly as I have noticed before. All you have to do is look right above the fagat post you put up. There's your second meaning moron. So, I am well aware of the second meaning. And still you make no sense. Plus your flow being retarded it easily makes people wonder or question what you write.

:point: :=) (Dead President likes to put smiley faces of himself included with his gay posts)

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:09 PM
Hahaha, it makes no sense to your simple mind because your a retard. I have nothing against your kind but atleast admit it, its nothin to be ashamed of...

Really, what reader can't decipher this so complex line that is just soooo hard to figure out?

With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin

If anybody else is reading this thread, please tell me if you trouble figuring out this simple line...

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:12 PM
Bitch ass can't even type, 50% of your posts are just "...." with little edit messages on each one. But its ok, i know typing can be complicated for retards. Maybe thats why you can't write a good verse, you know they do have other activites specially made for you guys, the mentally challenged that is.

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:19 PM
Hahaha, it makes no sense to your simple mind because your a retard. I have nothing against your kind but atleast admit it, its nothin to be ashamed of...

Really, what reader can't decipher this so complex line that is just soooo hard to figure out?

With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin

If anybody else is reading this thread, please tell me if you trouble figuring out this simple line...

Hahaha, it makes no sense to your simple mind because your a retard. I have nothing against your kind but atleast admit it, its nothin to be ashamed of...

Really, what reader can't decipher this so complex line that is just soooo hard to figure out?

With one gun and one bullet basically, send scary crews packin

If anybody else is reading this thread, please tell me if you trouble figuring out this simple line...


First of all your flow sucks dick. Two I understand what that fagat line means, but I don't get how it makes any sense in terms of being realistic. That was my point exactly. But as I said many times you can't and don't know how to read properly like other normal human beings cause your the original trully retarded rapper.

Here is my original post above yours which your retarded could not read properly:

And Dead fagat President if you mean packing meaning leaving town or something like that, then still you make no sense. Cause as I said before one gun okay (with numeorus clips of course) , but one bullet nope I don't think so original retarded rapper.

Just goes to show that your only 16 living in your very own dream world, or very ignorant and dumb enough to be labeled your a.k.a., the original trully retarded rapper.


:loser:

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:31 PM
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Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:34 PM
Nobody said anything about "numerous clips" i said one gun and one bullet, stop puttin words in my mouth, or i'm a put my dick in yours.


That's my point exactly your so retarded that you actually really believe and think in real life that you can send crews as in plural more than one crew cause you spelled it with an "s", running away with a gun that only has just one bullet in it.

My point was if your retarded head could properly numerous clips is 100 times more realistic than only one singlle bullet. But if you wanna get even more technical I seriously doubt your Rambo. Your more like a 16 year old fagat punk who calls playing with other people's male testicles basketball. You would jerk off to rambo flicks but you don't even have a dick. That's who you are exactly.




:point::o (With your mouth you'll blow all away then, like you did to all our dicks on that Official freestlye page. Ha, ha.)

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:36 PM
"First of all your flow sucks dick. Two I understand what that fagat line means, but I don't get how it makes any sense in terms of being realistic."

Wow its not the most realistic line in the world, alot of rap lines aren't realistic just listen to anybody from the clan. Alot of the shit rappers say they don't do or would be hard to do. Do you really think longdicked a girl and broke her ovary? I'm trying to refrain from calling you stupid because i know you have problems in the attic.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:40 PM
"That's my point exactly your so retarded that you actually really believe and think in real life that you can send crews as in plural more than one crew cause you spelled it with an "s", running away with a gun that only has just one bullet in it.

My point was if your retarded head could properly numerous clips is 100 times more realistic than only one singlle bullet. But if you wanna get even more technical I seriously doubt your Rambo. Your more like a 16 year old fagat punk who calls playing with other people's male testicles basketball. You would jerk off to rambo flicks but you don't even have a dick. That's who you are exactly."


Wow you really don't have any idea on how to rhyme. People say unrealstic stuff to explain or claim how ill, or strong, or gangsta, or sadistic they are.

Like do you think big L could have went to heaven with a mac 11 and raid christ?

Thats why you say unrealistic shit. You really must be retarded or just have never really wrote a descent line in your life.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:43 PM
I would sound like you talkin about some, "with a whole bunch of bullets i would send one man packin",

Thats why you say shit like "with one gun and one bullet, i send scary crew(s) packin".

Are you taking notes retard. Are do you need a deeper explanation?

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:45 PM
Fuck outa my thread hoe, you've had enough dick suckin for one day bitch, you've been proved stupid, especially for someone who claims their 28. Faggot ass lame.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:46 PM
Yeah bitch, lame ass 28 year old virgin. YOu can't hang wit this shit, like too short said: Get in where you fit in bitch...

And faggot retards don't fit in here so peace...

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:47 PM
Mutherfucker, come at me with that bullshit. Either your really 14 year old or you have serious problems upstairs.;

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 08:48 PM
"First of all your flow sucks dick. Two I understand what that fagat line means, but I don't get how it makes any sense in terms of being realistic."

Wow its not the most realistic line in the world, alot of rap lines aren't realistic just listen to anybody from the clan. Alot of the shit rappers say they don't do or would be hard to do. Do you really think longdicked a girl and broke her ovary? I'm trying to refrain from calling you stupid because i know you have problems in the attic.


So then your one of those fanatasy rappers then, huh ?? Or maybe you like or are into fanatasy raps. But because your 16 it's understandable to still have those dreams.

And about long dicking a bitches ovary and damaging her ovaries. Not saying it is possible. But still you have more of a chance doing that than taking out not just one entire crew, but crews as in plural out with your gun that only has one single bullet in it.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:48 PM
Beeeeeeeeyatch

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:52 PM
"So then your one of those fanatasy rappers then, huh ?? Or maybe you like or are into fanatasy raps. But because your 16 it's understandable to still have those dreams.

And about long dicking a bitches ovary and damaging her ovaries. Not saying it is possible. But still you have more of a chance doing that than taking out not just one entire crew, but crews as in plural out with your gun that only has one single bullet in it."


I'll send yo faggot ass crew packin wit one bullet and one gun because i know you a lame, and yo crew, assuming you got one, would be scared to carry shit. And one person with a gun always beats crews without.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:53 PM
ITs just called emphazing the point, thats why you say totally unrealistic shit.

Bigot Hitman
09-25-2006, 08:59 PM
Its ten o clock where i'm at right now, and i want to get in a game of madden in before i zone out, so peace.

Battle 1
09-25-2006, 09:38 PM
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Battle 1
09-25-2006, 09:45 PM
Bitch ass can't even type, 50% of your posts are just "...." with little edit messages on each one. But its ok, i know typing can be complicated for retards. Maybe thats why you can't write a good verse, you know they do have other activites specially made for you guys, the mentally challenged that is.


You would know of those special activities classes better than I do since your already in one at your school for your reading disability problem that you have. But no thanks cause I don't want to sit in the same room as you and your mother in one of those L.D.(Learning Diability), or E.H.(Emotionally handicaped) classes that you attend at your school.


Neither the E.H. basketball team you play for. Which consists of you and your mother basically getting balls as in male testicles rammed down your throats.



:point: :o (That's how Dead fagat President plays basketball. His mouth is the basketball hoop that gets slammed dunked with male testicles in it.)


P.S: When Dead President says he's going off somewhere to watch a game you know what time it is. He's really just going somewhere to get his mouth fucked. Then he comes back online on the forum trying to rhyme while spitting out all those loads of cumm that came into his mouth.

Bigot Hitman
09-26-2006, 06:11 AM
"P.S: When Dead President says he's going off somewhere to watch a game you know what time it is. "


i didn't say watch a game dumbass, hasn't yo lame ass ever played madden before

Bigot Hitman
09-27-2006, 03:50 PM
As i hop off the metro, i imedieatly notice a crowd
Coughin on the set yo, peeped this kid otis in the cloud
Colored cadi, with those one rims that don't stop spinnin
That southern fatty bitch was wit him, droppin suspcious
Looks, two other vicious crooks posted in the back seat
Got out, the door squeeked, both had the black heats
Impresions in their pockets, ran into crowd wit them tightly cocked
Wit no lifes in question they popped a bitch, the fight stopped
Grabbed one of the dudes that was bangin, and threw him in the trunk
With savage tools i heard they left him hangin, but they got sewed for months
Cuz the bitch that they had popped, had a sister that peeped the scene
Now him and his crew is on the clock, wit 13 years, crying on tv screens
But thats not half of it, because 13 wasn't shit to her sister
Thats dead now wished they would have missed her, temper turned twister
And she set up a whole murder, from outside of the prison
I can still vision, her face when the judje read the sentence
And none of this i mentioned, to anybody cuz they wouldn't listen
Wasn't on the snitchin shit, and i knew that she set it up, so the tension
Of me not slipping and leaking the eveidence was always present
The feeling wasn't pleasant, cops confronted but i was hesitant
That was 5 years ago, she's grown and i still haven't told
But this was serious yo, to me because it mad my savage mold
And state of mind the i have today, now can't nothin surprise me
Black light i shine in a way, try to hide behind somethin disguising


re-posting this because i just wrote it day before yesterday but its two pages back because of the beef posts.

Bigot Hitman
09-29-2006, 11:00 PM
Efface all competition, reveal the fake
From the position of and magician, i seal the fate
With the tragic magic, said through the microphone
Savage controller of pelagics, on the sea-floor i roam (king of the sea)
But see theres more then a throne, rap across the waters
Prone to have shown my poems,and recap losses and slaughters (past victories)
Of those who have challenged, quick glimpses of talent
Slice those ballerinas off balance with the sharp talons
When it get dark, i get violent, check the murder records
The way i fly these words, leave brains of birder's checkered (the best puzzled)
And chessed, who's the best, when it comes to umm...anything
Of course me by any means, heard fags tryin to make my pennies pink (wack ras)
Mini me's shrink, just think of the space displaced
Rap has been betrayed for a decade, and its to late to evade
So invade, come with crusades of grenades on they parade (go to war)
Decay the masquarade, pages of tiraids and air raids to degrade (kill them lyrically)
Cuz they ain't shit, spittin slow freestlyes over beats wow
I can roc wether or not the beat's wild, leave crowds with three smiles
Each, teach a preacher how to speak
In a week i hit the peak, mentally de-seat your physique
With unique techniques, used by robber barons
Druel when i speak, therefore i slobber on parents
And advisories, who is anybody to advise me
Listen to my advice see, its mostly surprising
Enterprise and coroporation incorporated (signed to a label)
I devised a whole sitiuation, incase the corpses were related (fallback plan)
You don't know it, but guess what, your minds masturbating
Over shit that ain't stressed on fuck, and these lines is saturated
In blood, crimson lines bleed slow down the bold mentals
In fights...i'm never gentle, the blows sever the gold dentals (gold grills)

Bigot Hitman
10-01-2006, 07:57 AM
Drop quick like dominos, triggerd by the pens
These rhymin foes know, i get sicker then the sins
Commitied by the devil, dare one to meddle wit this rebel
When a beach settles...i decrease the sea level
What you didn't see me wit the henessy, in the front dope soaked seat
Won't catch me in the penitentairy, cuz my blunt smoke blows east
Show teeth thats gold, i steal the valuable mold (the gold caps)
Dip to my secret lair, hideout in the valley behold
Murder stories untold, humain remains in toture chambers
Burnt skelton on the walls, insanely scorched and hanged up
They sang enough, R&B artist baried deep underground
Bells rang rough, during storms you hear screams wit thunder sounds

Father N Dangerous
10-01-2006, 01:03 PM
nice shit fa real like'n ya style keep droppin and you can only get better!

Bigot Hitman
10-02-2006, 03:26 PM
^^^ Good shot for da feed

Bigot Hitman
10-03-2006, 07:29 PM
Flex hard for sex and pay checks, i stay vexed
With homemade techs, i lay threats, and spray red
When the fake feds, come say shit i split
Like tha ass, when the beef arise i eat it rare
Enter the bleeding lair, get chewed on by teething bears
Seeing air, the dead prez wants to see who the fuck cares

Somethin quick i gotta go but wanted to bump the thread...

BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI
10-03-2006, 09:23 PM
Nice reads!

Bigot Hitman
10-04-2006, 03:35 PM
good shot^^^

Bigot Hitman
10-04-2006, 04:03 PM
I was ready to go to war at forty five seconds old
Ain't been through much
But still this shorite's life sections is bold
Stick up a bank and walk out nonchalantly
Watched alot of toons
In my dreams spawn would haunt me
While i'm dodging flying chains,
My imagination would be tying trains in knots from hair of lion manes
Never thought about fame, and material thangs
And i hate those biting rappers with the cerial phangs (keep biting)
Plus the ones who say they shot mags and techs
I get those fags vexed,
When i say they still fight wit blades like Aztecs
Now what tag's next, and whoes big toe will it be on?
Seems like for eons, my crew stays killing foes with free-on
Got the all the phones in the hood tapped, even the hood rat's
Settin up those good traps
On crackheads who make anorexics look fat
Critics addicted to the shit i'm kickin malicous
delicous while vicous,
Make them bitches lick dishes, dipped in ditches of sickness (make them think about what i say)

Bigot Hitman
10-06-2006, 10:34 PM
Fuck that, attack were your the weakest, causin seisures
As i seise your mc degrees...pens bleed diseases
Once your on the ground, see i proceed to stompin, you coughin
Up blood stainin the rug, it leads to sleepin in the coffins often
And don't fuckin try to play dead, cause i beat the dead too
I'll shed two bullets and pull it, before them steet feds knew
And fuck wasting mass clips, i aim high, no time to waste
Here's some basic rules
Never shoot below the waist, and be quick to find the safe
In a robbery, it would be hard to be succesful like the lottery
You'll proabaly go out singing like R and B artists,
As the hardest lead and metals, enter your arteries
Thats why niggas be like stick and move, but stay controlled and professional
The best that know is old but was bold and explode like planetesimals
While they move the decimals, Experts of extortion on cities
Distortion in portions, set things in motion potent as potions
From a small trickle of a notion or commotion puts folks in oceans


Thread bumper verse...

Bigot Hitman
10-07-2006, 11:51 PM
Yo this is my dictum, all who oppose just call them hoes victims
Stick'em, have them shittin shit long as branches, waitin to strike like the mantis
Show'em that they fans'an, that they outa pocket and need to return to they ranches
Burn through the iron on the mic, fuck daggers i'm throwin flyin sparks
Tryin twice if i fail once, had a tail once but it got bit off by a shark
Left me in the dark, then i embarked on a trip towards the sunny side
It wasn't a funny ride, copped the street clothes and roced the bummy stride
The non stop dick, fuckin ten chicks a day
Switch my style to a G when sin gets its way
Baggin bricks...while squeezin saggin tits
Faggot bitch... lethal on a sequel of the Mag clicks on the maggots
Check my flow, consistent like those of globes
Pets and robes, rich bitch watch me switch again and leave twenty stitches
Its been plenty snitches, but most of them is mentioned in ditches
Black and white pictures, family reunion shits, recongnize must be classified
Fuckin wit the wrong niggas get man's domes of fam blown out of existence
The unique technique i was preachin, wasn't reachin
Wasn't breachin, yaw niggas didn't know what i was speakin,
Now i release the beast on the mark set go
Burnt yo shit in the creek then parked a metro
With two hands, threw you in the bus over a krogers, told ya i can't be fucked wit, Fuck those gay pride niggas they suck dik, lips recontructed for suction, my dick so big i think i need a deduction
Hope you tote the locust eleven in church or hocus pocus the revern
Spoke in focus to seven, then soaked them jokers to heaven...

Father N Dangerous
10-08-2006, 12:11 AM
Yo this is my dictum, all who oppose just call them hoes victims
Stick'em, have them shittin shit long as branches, waitin to strike like the mantis
Show'em that they fans'an, that they outa pocket and need to return to they ranches
Burn through the iron on the mic, fuck daggers i'm throwin flyin sparks
Tryin twice if i fail once, had a tail once but it got bit off by a shark
Left me in the dark, then i embarked on a trip towards the sunny side
It wasn't a funny ride, copped the street clothes and roced the bummy stride
The non stop dick, fuckin ten chicks a day
Switch my style to a G when sin gets its way
Baggin bricks...while squeezin saggin tits
Faggot bitch... lethal on a sequel of the Mag clicks on the maggots
Check my flow, consistent like those of globes
Pets and robes, rich bitch watch me switch again and leave twenty stitches
Its been plenty snitches, but most of them is mentioned in ditches
Black and white pictures, family reunion shits, recongnize must be classified
Fuckin wit the wrong niggas get man's domes of fam blown out of existence
The unique technique i was preachin, wasn't reachin
Wasn't breachin, yaw niggas didn't know what i was speakin,
Now i release the beast on the mark set go
Burnt yo shit in the creek then parked a metro
With two hands, threw you in the bus over a krogers, told ya i can't be fucked wit, Fuck those gay pride niggas they suck dik, lips recontructed for suction, my dick so big i think i need a deduction
Hope you tote the locust eleven in church or hocus pocus the revern
Spoke in focus to seven, then soaked them jokers to heaven...

word homie feelin ya style keep working at it and you'll be suprised of your potential! can't w8 to read more. stay up and keep blessin

Bigot Hitman
10-08-2006, 09:58 AM
That last verse was just somethin i did for fun, its sloppy and quick, thanks for the feed

Lil' Ruger
10-08-2006, 02:00 PM
hot shit fam keep it up.

Bigot Hitman
10-09-2006, 04:00 PM
Damn.... you got that many posts and u registered in september... I ain't got the time for that, good shot on the feed

Bigot Hitman
10-09-2006, 04:28 PM
Yo
It takes one thousand shots in the chest just to wake me up
A couple a stabs in the back to get my attention if
It takes 14 lifetimes for the feds to take me but
I'd say about 15 lifetimes for the media to mention it
See infered like a viper that why i'm hired as a sniper
Shoot you wit two to the head, and yo daughter too if i don't like her
Goin all out, fuck a fall out, my crew will never lose
We sever you until those clever dudes find the revenue
Use the skulls of victims as ceral bowls yo
Fruit loops in the bones, extra calcium from the crooks that stole
Books i sold, on how to be a hardcore MC overseas
Went gold in a week, book called "no clothes...o...i'ma peek"
Speak'in on the unique disease born from my physique
Bitch please, And no cure for me, or immunity i shall ruin thee

Bigot Hitman
10-09-2006, 08:52 PM
Whats that smell? must be some "bullshit"rappers in here
Crunch ya like snail shells,
How you threaten to pull shit when the clapper's in ya hair
Be out quick, cuz i'm real sick and you got germaphobia (fear of germs)
I got germans who know ya,
That crew will feed ya flesh with worms to cobia (tropical fish)
Piss oil and shit soil that burns through titanium
But so fertile that i can produce blue geraniums
Deomonstrate skills, put on shows in the middle of war
Don't joke and ain't got two faces (joker, two face)
And when it comes to the riddler...i riddle more
If i start a battle, all oposing will get raped by dikes and fags
Rappers get taught the lessons with wessons and the mics i've had
Always have the screw face on cuz the doctor screwed it that way
So much metal in my head, that to lightning, i'm viewed as fat prey

Bigot Hitman
10-09-2006, 08:55 PM
Stay spittin that good shit

Bigot Hitman
10-12-2006, 04:03 PM
My shit comes rapid and easy like the machine guns
Fake hardcore rappers decieving with the clean puns
Steppin to me? you will be in "deep shit" like a faggot**
When the mag's tip is pointed
I turn into a savage "rabbit" and start eatin "cabbage"
Rap it wit rabid tactics or just go back inside
I beat dirty niggas, knockin teeth out
On to concrete, jump on the plaque an slide
When the stack is dry, or low you know I rob a mob and steal
If got a hoe
The deal is always blow job slob throb then peal
I was born on the sun, so why would i be afraid of hell?
Plus me and god cool like that
He gave me a gold cross he said i could trade or sell

** Deep shit.... faggots... but fuckings....

Bigot Hitman
10-13-2006, 04:13 PM
A international supernatural phenomenon is taking place
And its natural to think irrational cuz i'm never breaking pace
This ain't no track and field day race, its the world marathon
Claiming i'm checkin out your girl, nigga i hurl an glare at blonds
Yo yo yo the bars is picking up, rate's rising by the second
The beat has caught me with steroids, i was surprised by the injection
Its the wise, those lies get rejected, float over waters to see my "fly" reflection
Fuck perfection, i duck inspection, need weapon protection
Rappers come to me for direction, i give affection cuz their steppin infections
You should never breathe my breeze cuz i release nothin but diseases
Ain't nobody after appeases, please we got the these keys sellin overseas
Five laps now, wheres your raps now, left behind about a mile, smile
Cuz grievin during beatings is common, look your blood is on the aisle's tile
I'm jettin on'em, call jesse owens, tell him i bout to break the record
Tried to make me out as a bishop so i bet him a knight i would take his checker

Bigot Hitman
10-17-2006, 03:06 PM
Steped with technique, ran with savage minds
Walked with unique physique, joged with ravage kinds
The package's signed, inclosed awaited death
Lip reader schemer, the foes translated breath
Get away in the beamer, body parts scattered
Not conscious of the ripple effect, and the sorry hearts shattered
Blood painted on the surroundings, house crippled n wrecked
Sunny day, thrity five degrees, left falling ice sickles in necks
Evidence pickled the best, must have been tampered with
Flew up from los angeles, to figure a old pampered myth
Fuck it, case closed, arguments were based on beleifs
No sure facts, except the those garments that layed on the reefs

Bigot Hitman
10-17-2006, 06:32 PM
It takes one thousand shots in the chest just to wake me up
A couple a stabs in the back to get my attention if
It will take 14 lifetimes for the feds to take me but
I'd say about 15 lifetimes for the media to mention it
See infered like a viper that why i'm hired as a sniper
Shoot you wit two to the head, and yo daughter too if i don't like her
Goin all out, fuck a fall out, my crew will never lose
We sever you until those clever dudes find the revenue
Use the skulls of victims as ceral bowls yo
Fruit loops in the bones, extra calcium from the crooks that stole
Books i sold, on how to be a hardcore MC overseas
Went gold in a week, book called "no clothes...o...i'ma peek"
Speak'in on the unique disease born from my physique
Bitch please, And no cure for me, or immunity i shall ruin thee


Its as simple as this, i attack and objects crumble
The andaconda who stalks the floor of project jungles
Moves in and out of clubs at night, causing mass hysteria
Flee from the musquitos that might bite wit vast malaria
Hunting in grass areas, your prey, at last i'm scare'in ya
Wraped around the ankles, while you drink beer out of a glass from bavaria
Take swims across fresh water streams, as the pheens are sparkin things
I spit some knowledge, bless, then slaughter teams, while i'm markin schemes
To emphasize the skill of this stealthy snake, wait to see my creations
Posion in the batter of so called healthy cake, bait the seeds into elations

Drop quick like dominos, triggered by the pens
These rhymin foes know, i get sicker then the sins
Commitied by the devil, dare one to meddle wit this rebel
When a beach settles...i decrease the sea level
What you didn't see me wit the henessy, in the front dope soaked seat
Won't catch me in the penitentairy, cuz my blunt smoke blows east
Show teeth thats gold, i steal the valuable mold (the gold caps)
Dip to my secret lair, hideout in the valley behold
Murder stories untold, humain remains in toture chambas (chambers)
Burnt skelton on the walls, insanely scorched and hanged up
They sang enough, R&B artist baried deep underground
Bells rang rough, during storms you hear screams wit thunder sounds

Bigot Hitman
10-17-2006, 06:33 PM
First and last verses are about a week old, middle verse i just wrote.

4th verse was cut cuz is was pre-written and was off topic.

J.T.S.
10-18-2006, 01:12 PM
Nicely written, i could follow the flow line for line. your best work to date every line was hitting keep on bombin'. and hit up my slaughterhouse thread.

Bigot Hitman
10-18-2006, 04:48 PM
Cold and dark was the day, overcast and a weak rain
Enemies progressed to our terrain, wanting to release pain
Outnumbered at first, but reinforcements were on the way here
We engaged without fear, hearing distant cheers and clashes clear
They rode on oversized plastic deers, with hi-tech tactic gear
Commanded ass kick bears, who's claws could cause drastic tears
Fought with flaming swords, when the deer melted they turned red
Thoughts were aiming towards victory as enemies were burned dead
After it seems like a day of fighting, our reinforcements had arrivied
And i recall at about the same time, the enemy had gained strides
Closer to the villages, which were our main priority to protect
Foes began pillages, we recollected to get authority correct
Now reorganized, we divided the remaining men into mini platoons
The reinforcements from the north plus us, armed with many cacoons
Explosive and corrosive to skin contact, we launched them at crowds
In only about a one hour of sin combat, the enemy finnaly backed down
Its over, the remaining foes were enslaved, but eventually were released
Except the vengeful, and those who might fight back potentially, were deceased

Bigot Hitman
10-19-2006, 04:17 PM
Savage minded, bullet master, pullin faster then them cowboys
Evil mutherfucker stabbin niggas at the sound of child's joy
Sufficating objectives in sleep, i effectively creep
Into the den of a lion, and collectively steal his sheep
Scared of nothing opposing, simply none pose a threat
Lines supposed to be composed of "blows" and flows lika jet
How one great mind can figure my defeat is confusing
I'm brusing the loosing wit street beats that come amusing
Componets must abolish all enemies proponets
Ultra neat schemes polished to demolish your average opponet
I take a pause to evolve and involve all my points
Disolving not resolving nor absolving, never dissapoint
I'm like a drunk mutherfucker on the mic i have no conscious
Leaving the invincible unconscious, but maintain a subconscious
Spittin lethal formulas...like the deadly cobra
Rippin the song on ya, unitil the meadly's over

Hold up, fuck that concscious shit...

Front page article... local cincinnati rapper gets a record deal
Singned with aftermath, got rich quick, heís sick, and reps us still
Check the feel, turn hardcore and butfuck yaw homos
Tossin rapperís salad in the fagat palace, stick to the promos
Iím that one nigga thats nice when he wants somethin,
But then be like fuck you,
You cant tell Iím ill cuz my fontís haunted
Hold up this shits wack, let me recreate and resurrect
Have ever heard a spit that, desecrates and disaffects?
You ask... who does this affect? Its directed at the ďperfectĒ
Select a subject then inspect it as a suspect then reflect... man I heard this
So fuck it, have a mood swing, and start spittin raw
I fuck so many hoes that dick stinks more than shit in draws
Regain my conscious, fuck that non-sense, I wanna bomb shit
I know deep down
Even when Iím unconscious yaw scared, so donít act calm bitch
Palm clits, stay under control on some aplomb type shit
Rewrite'in this? thats like strike'in me wit whips, problems hyped quick
People talk like they pipe shit, opens those cum filled eyes she's a dyke bitch
Sike naw, hold up give me a bar to regain my focus
Lookin at this shit like who wrote it?, what happend to my dope shit?
Fuck it I lost it... must of been stole by the weed smoke
As i bleed yolk, i read jokes that writers call poems, must be havin greed strokes
Naw fuck that, what am i thinking, let me get off this bull shit right quick
All wack rappers is targets, so run, cuz i pull clips on sight bitch
Now fight this, and get hit with bricks when i'm polite, yeah i'm quite sick

Bigot Hitman
10-19-2006, 04:21 PM
FYI: the tiltle isn't a question

Father N Dangerous
10-19-2006, 04:48 PM
Savage minded, bullet master, pullin faster then them cowboys
Evil mutherfucker stabbin niggas at the sound of child's joy
Sufficating objectives in sleep, i effectively creep
Into the den of a lion, and collectively steal his sheep
Scared of nothing opposing, simply none pose a threat
Lines supposed to be composed of "blows" and flows lika jet
How one great mind can figure my defeat is confusing
I'm brusing the loosing wit street beats that come amusing
Componets must abolish all enemies proponets
Ultra neat schemes polished to demolish your average opponet
I take a pause to evolve and involve all my points
Disolving not resolving nor absolving, never dissapoint
I'm like a drunk mutherfucker on the mic i have no conscious
Leaving the invincible unconscious, but maintain a subconscious
Spittin lethal formulas...like the deadly cobra
Rippin the song on ya, unitil the meadly's over

Hold up, fuck that concscious shit...

Front page article... local cincinnati rapper gets a record deal
Singned with aftermath, got rich quick, heís sick, and reps us still
Check the feel, turn hardcore and butfuck yaw homos
Tossin rapperís salad in the fagat palace, stick to the promos
Iím that one nigga thats nice when he wants somethin,
But then be like fuck you,
You cant tell Iím ill cuz my fontís haunted
Hold up this shits wack, let me recreate and resurrect
Have ever heard a spit that, desecrates and disaffects?
You ask... who does this affect? Its directed at the ďperfectĒ
Select a subject then inspect it as a suspect then reflect... man I heard this
So fuck it, have a mood swing, and start spittin raw
I fuck so many hoes that dick stinks more than shit in draws
Regain my conscious, fuck that non-sense, I wanna bomb shit
I know deep down
Even when Iím unconscious yaw scared, so donít act calm bitch
Palm clits, stay under control on some aplomb type shit
Rewrite'in this? thats like strike'in me wit whips, problems hyped quick
People talk like they pipe shit, opens those cum filled eyes she's a dyke bitch
Sike naw, hold up give me a bar to regain my focus
Lookin at this shit like who wrote it?, what happend to my dope shit?
Fuck it I lost it... must of been stole by the weed smoke
As i bleed yolk, i read jokes that writers call poems, must be havin greed strokes
Naw fuck that, what am i thinking, let me get off this bull shit right quick
All wack rappers is targets, so run, cuz i pull clips on sight bitch
Now fight this, and get hit with bricks when i'm polite, yeah i'm quite sick


alright fasho 2nd style wasn't feelin too much, pretty easy words and such but good length. the first one i was feelin the most, had some really inellegent lines in there, really made me admire where ya trying to come from, however the 2nd style was like grimey and different concept, stay at it , stay up keep blessin

Bigot Hitman
10-19-2006, 05:02 PM
True^^^, That first verse was actually from august, its the first verse on my dead presidents politics thread.

Bigot Hitman
10-20-2006, 09:06 PM
Fuck the 2 and 3 word scheme, i'll just play the city king
But its a habit like Big L, i rhyme many things, got the grity ring
For being the ruffest, toughest, can't fuck wit this type style
I like to bite towels, and before i masutrbate, i pipe cows
This the raw chip, i'm the tall kid wit the screw face
My treble blew through bass, i choke dentists with toothpaste
Yeah, i think i'll rock the hardcore style for a while so bow down
When i touch the mic who gets loud now?, the gangsta proud clown
Sow out... cincinnati nigga.... its the fatti digger
I wow crowds, fuck what yaw say for days now i portray a tacky figure
Just spit about 25 lines, in the one line thread, still ain't done
Roast on lames fa fun, and ain't no shame son, its the blamed one
And fuck that boldin my schemes, cuz if you can't see
THat means you can't mentally be holdin my things,
Yo check this, fuck yaw, open my zipper and sniff my pant's breeze

Bigot Hitman
10-20-2006, 09:08 PM
Thats true shit^^^ fuck that style, its lame and takes too long to write

Bigot Hitman
10-20-2006, 09:10 PM
Re postin this last spit from bottom of page 6, - 10/19- just spit this

Fuck the 2 and 3 word scheme, i'll just play the city king
But its a habit like Big L, i rhyme many things, got the grity ring
For being the ruffest, toughest, can't fuck wit this type style
I like to bite towels, and before i masutrbate, i pipe cows
This the raw chip, i'm the tall kid wit the screw face
My treble blew through bass, i choke dentists with toothpaste
Yeah, i think i'll rock the hardcore style for a while so bow down
When i touch the mic who gets loud now?, the gangsta proud clown
Sow out... cincinnati nigga.... its the fatti digger
I wow crowds, fuck what yaw say for days now i portray a tacky figure
Just spit about 25 lines, in the one line thread, still ain't done
Roast on lames fa fun, and ain't no shame son, its the blamed one
And fuck that boldin my schemes, cuz if you can't see
THat means you can't mentally be holdin my things,
Yo check this, fuck yaw, open my zipper and sniff my pant's breeze

Bigot Hitman
10-22-2006, 07:10 AM
Pass the mic, when i spit mc's gather like flies to shit
Not knowin i'm striking them, they're to blind to get
The concept, really most cats are just pawns to sets
Of complex situations, unaware what there taking place in
A race, wit no pacing, no finish line and no boundaries
Those who try to lynch and diminsh mines, lose pounds of beef
Like they were in a prolonged boxin match, i told them to drop the hat
Throw in towel and quit, mentally it was over when we was locked they spat
So i hold back nothing when against fake line thinkas (thinkers)
Hanging from bridges
I shank lines to sink them, retrieve while still alive and give'em freedom
Enlightment, only achieved from a near death expierence
I should utilize the beast, because the techs is serious

Word up

Bigot Hitman
10-23-2006, 04:18 PM
Greater, definition of me, the greater MC
Yaw hater Mc's, approach and get smoked
I spit what i tote, lead scope infared
Leavin infants dead, flee from feds in tinted red
Fuck fighting, i lynch instead, so take the shirt off
I'm wanted in each county, where ever i go i set a search off
Stick niggas family in rooms then gas them, never mask them
Then the grieving, i walk right pass'em, just do the math son
Before you get left with lethal penetrations in your chest
Its the nations best, and most feared,
Mc's won't come near until they've taked the test
Which is going gold, or beating one of my accomplices
But that is futile, cuz going against them won't accomplish shit
On some pompous chip, Keep rappin, before you seek what u lackin
Fuck what u jackin, i'm on another level of greatness, u just gat packin
Tuck you fat back in, unless you wanna be exposed of your flaws
Look, yaw chose to brawl
So don't get mad when you recieve my blows to jaws
You fold and fall, yeah yeah the side scraper papers
Me and you is opposites, you fake, i'm real as a great creator
I'm greater...

J.T.S.
10-24-2006, 01:29 PM
I think this iz tight, but you couldv'e came a little more aggresive with it! still dope regardless.

Bigot Hitman
10-24-2006, 04:12 PM
I hafta fight, pass the light and the glass mic
Brass knuckles, and mass buckles, bet yo ass chuckle
Yo last night, i figured out, that alot kids my age don't have problems
Even though they speak that way, the only ones they got is math problems
And to solve them, they need books, but to solve mine i need time
Lookin shiesty wit these greed looks, if these cats wanna bleed, fine
Still won't take shit, these niggas rob krogers, i do bank hits
And ain't scared to shank shit,
Walkin through the hills i bet you won't make it
Fake bitch, this is the same shit, material wise i just elevated
Even in hell i'm hated, but i'ma shine until fucks can tell i'm faded!

Bigot Hitman
10-24-2006, 04:35 PM
Picture this, i sword through ya back, a gun to ya head
Stupid bitch, Of course you attacked, i think its funny instead
Money and bread, vital to your structure, physical and mental
But i'm the bone crusher of ushers*, if i miss u dude, i meant to
Don't proceed, you don't want to get in to, what i'm about
In ya eyes i quickly find a doubt, then i slay your ego and ride it out
Like a tamed beast, I've been plenty of fights and still got the same teeth
I'll pull out the gain bleach, and pour in ya girls hair until the dame pleads
Its the main breach, of sea walls, causin mass havoc
I need mass traffic, to get my money and blast faggots
My concept, at last you have it, now i take it back
And shake it black, my skills is high cuz i made it that
Ain't nutin sacred black, take the facts in hand
I got rapid plans, to go gold and start stackin grands
I'll be mackin fans, fuckin bitches that love my riches
Then i'll give gloves to niggis, to get my fish when i get those drug itches
My hands so fast i mug finches, the past by too fast
I shop at undisclosed locations,
While you at the discount store, lookin for blue tags
Get my two mags, go to war with anybody who ain't lame
I got that saint fame, niggis think i can make paint rain


Quick shit^^^

Wu-Ronin
10-25-2006, 06:22 PM
doin good man. remember back in the days? i thought i was wack though, maybe i still am. keep it up fam.

Bigot Hitman
10-25-2006, 06:51 PM
Word up, somebody posted our thread on this thread, i guess big ben the moderator did. That was way back when i was still spittin wack though. And you wasn't that wack you just stopped spittin.

Bigot Hitman
10-25-2006, 07:06 PM
Its on now, Screw face, walk through mace
Strangle with shoe laces, move invicible at a moose pace
I shoot safe, with both hands, as i roll mans
Down hills, and round mills, to wow crowds, show fans
That i got the child style, wild and untamed
Its david's sons name, popular wit dumb fame
This style has been master, now i spin faster
And spit after, and after, as i split chapters
From my brain, quick to cop the fly dame
With fingers i tie lame, then i send to the sky, trains
Airborne, its dare born, cuz its like this
Nobody can rewrite this, cuz i bleed writings
I see fighting, and join in quick w/o fear
I ain't bout beer, i rather shout near
Cops, and watch they coffe drop hot on surfaces
My block, i purchased it, now cops be searchin it
Its the serpent, lurkin, for cash cuz fuck workin
I get pussy, while yaw jerkin, If u push me, i leave ya jaw hurtin

Bigot Hitman
10-25-2006, 07:08 PM
^^^10 minute key style

Bigot Hitman
10-27-2006, 04:14 PM
Spit a quick free-type, on my thread, its the dead fly kid
I like grease, and don't like cops thats why i fry feds
And rapper can try this, futile is my perspective
On beating me, as a objective, my enemies is never respected
When they get clever it vexes, the opposition which is me
Cuz they illiterate bitches see, couldn't fish the richest sea
In mags they pictures of me, i'm a idol, like hunter to rifle
Beat these fuckers blind fold, "he's to ill" is what they mind told
Even during eclipses i still shine though, i produce my own life source
Then on paper, i come hard like horse, of course, its the pine doors
That slow me down, i show thee how, nobody can clone me now
I'm the only child, cats take the phony bows, give me the lonely frown
And i give back no sympathy, i just give hoes plus pimps to these
Corrupted minds, as i do justice to my personal lyrical symphanies

Bigot Hitman
10-27-2006, 04:18 PM
13 minute spit key style^^^

I've offically mastered my style, i can spit wit complex schemes easy now...

Bigot Hitman
10-27-2006, 05:35 PM
Stay just out of reach of enemies, but still close enough to see
And watch, as I spot the block melt heads, but don't look rough to me
I'm too tough to beat, in a one on one physical confrontation
But still some challenge often, which isa typical form of lack of ovation
And attention, I suspend them in words of bullshit
Mind control, like i bet they won't do shit, then i pull clips
Like whats up, facial expressions change, attitude switch
Be like, what u want ,"gratitude bitch"? then be like, "fuckin faggot dudes, get"
With mags i'm taggin two kids, mentally, but really full growns
Come'in at whith silly bull poems, i fix them up with tool tones
And get them fools blown out, with full blown aid attacks
The "king" quickly slays them "jacks", soul twister, now they pray ta rats

Bigot Hitman
10-28-2006, 08:31 AM
Combinations of attacks to the head, lead to his death
After the feds blew the test, too late, the lead was through his chest
Evidence was loose'in the best, like a billion picece puzzle
Appeared his screams were muffled, air's peace troubled
Why seek the bubble, its too unstable to inhabit
Yet he shacked up in cabins, built on furs from ten rabitts
Nobody knew the victim, so it wasn't tragic, more lika small event
To the law they spent, enough time on the fallen men

^^^lame

Fuck that, point triggers wit no clips for fun
Deadly, i'm sick wit tons, of bricks and funds
Hot chicks get done, won't no sane man approach quick
Poor man wit that dirty itch like roach tick,
From buildings above, in the past i poached snitch
Candles handle boat wicks, Barn fire in living rooms
At the obvious, i'm sendin two, so yo, blend in dude
For bodies get tinted and pulled, into woods to decay
Greatness, slowin me is like a tiger woods delay
Who would see days, with just wack goods on replay (Wack lines)
Yo dj's, let my beat blaze, so to the brain, i can freeze'n daze
Hip hop head pleads for days, for thourough lyristsism
When it comes to me, they fear the wisdom, too ill to put near the system
There, i've glared in prisms, and shared the miss'ems, so just respect
Like to cause mass hysteria, in crowds, in the air, i bust to vex

Alesco
10-28-2006, 11:16 AM
I fight against evil, like every day
but we got all these cats who be blind and cant see
So i try to maintain a posative frame of mind
for if i dont, I will be like them just ignorant and blind
so i think you will find that if things stay the same
we will keep running in to walls and feel to much pain
But i wont accept this, for peace on earth is at stake
So i urge all my brothers to unite in this place
give advice, help each other learn that we all be one race (Human)
if you having life problems, keep ya head up and be brave
so fight against evil, and show the devil we aint scared



Just a little one for yall. I aint good at puting rymmes down on text but i
gave it a try.


One love

Alesco
10-28-2006, 11:23 AM
Sorry bout that D.P .. I thought i was in the free style thread.

Once again bro. sorry bout that

Bigot Hitman
10-28-2006, 05:08 PM
its aight... i ain't trippin over it

tha god concept
10-28-2006, 05:10 PM
yo DP....keep killin shit man...ur rhymes are on point

Bigot Hitman
10-29-2006, 06:41 AM
^^^good shot

Bigot Hitman
10-31-2006, 06:50 PM
Vomit comets of brain matter, i elevate wit the same ladder
With out of world talent, and violent manuvers, i leave the sane shattered
This word pitcher has slain batters, with erratic techniques
My vibe static sets streaks, leave emphatic bets weak
When compared to my offers, i shoot pairs like golfers
Sounds, i can't bear thats softer, so lungs, i tear from coughers
I stare like stalkers, to let others know i ain't fazed
On faces i paint mazes, of bruises, then shank fades
Amputate, my rhymes is heavy weight, for seven days
Change cars with chevy tape, can't change, my set in ways
Either get in, or stay, like slaves, i'm movin northward
Never going back, pull in foward, hideout in unions as i ruin earth's turf

Bigot Hitman
11-01-2006, 06:02 PM
My Intentions deadly, mind suspensions steady
Fly in bitches bellys, Rhymes as rich as jelly
Yo, I got the sickest meadly, on the verge of killin thee
Word, i'm spillin leaks, high frequently, birds be fellin me
Sly frequency, murders gettin deep, untouchable invisible
Combustable, its critical, bust a fold, in physicals, political criminal
Hook lines like hoes, books of crimes like those
Who chose, to took dimes and told, wisely the crooks hide they gold
Inside grows mold, it shows, through the white hairs on scalps
Like tears on couch, smart ones prepared with doubt
My niggas share the bout, final fronteir, yeah we here
Come in wit pairs of bears, on faces causin layers of fear
Consultant, the mayor is here, back from the dead again
Rap for the lead and sin, Trap for the bread and spend
Lost maps got the feds to grin, uncover my, riches why?
Cops, i know snitches lie, that why i make bitches die
This thought, i flick this by, corrupt mentals, i bus pencils
Closest i trust, meant to, gold reflections make me pluck dentals

Bigot Hitman
11-02-2006, 04:07 PM
Posed in a intimidaiting stature, in battles, the only fine factor
Arms as strong as tractors, feirceness of middle linebackers
Lime rappers, read blind chapters, to find raptures
Quarterback the situation, only to shake off flying tacklers
First and 1, impossible obstacle for the opposing
Lyric plays, unstoppable, helemts droppin yo, quit the posing
Three and out, bleed and shout, criminal players plead it out
Referees bounce, off sidelines as i cover, and read the routes
Interception, deflections, essence of forced mistakes
Open up holes for running backs as i endorse his weight
Of course your fate, is bleak, blowout, go home
Forty eight, to Zero, game hero, soldout, low tone

Bigot Hitman
11-02-2006, 11:25 PM
Collect some rep, spit a quick freestlye
Mentally vivid, the beats wild, blackout time, were's the bleach now?
Leech pounds, and bricks from dealers, the sickest one
Major pimp, tricks get realer, spit till the bitch is done
Pick it son, the richest fund, couldn't support me
Careers, i abort thee, then import theives
To clean up, scavenge for leftovers, no more theft, older
Now but still move checks over, lift weights, got T-rex shoulders
Even the best posers, get effaced and erased
The kids seek mates, while i'm busy tryin to relace
Cops retrace, the invisible steps, got criminal rep
Sport the sinical set, its the political fed
Battle me, a typical med, visit is what you gettin
Fuck what you've written,
Compared to me I'm jordan and you pippen

Bigot Hitman
11-03-2006, 01:17 PM
Champ returns, forever victorious
Four clever and glorious, rappers try to attack
Wackness deflected back, from the notorious warrior
Flow wild, endlessly, show style
Careers get sown down, one at a time, like phone dials
Undercover discoverer, Versatile, bust verses wild
Crush broken styles, into disco lovers, eat sea urchines mild
Refocus now, from miles, see locusts, gases the beat tote this
Seek hocus, and free pocus, Aim high from land and peep boat hits
Bees choke'in, from posion pollen, men and boys is fallen
Sin an toys get called in, to combine with decoys from stalin
Reign supreme, Make it rain some scenes, yo hold up
Put shame on these, insane themes, let dames run free, so show up
Pained sons breathe, grieve over idol's losses
Me, lines like rifle talkin, monumental, like the three bible's crosses
I i see sui-cidle slaughters, not affected, i roc this section
Its locked with essence, of mine, get shocked from presence of mind
Club spines, get boxed and wetted, dub time, socked then wessoned, rub pine
At cristmas, fought for presents, careful, don't get caught in weapons
Attack and miss this, should've sought protection, instead u bought the lexus
Spot targets, then drop n' barge in, start to drop the sargent
Spark the lot in large men, apart the mob in darkness
Still standout, even when invisible, feel my physical
Knowledge creates chills, political, never again kill this criminal

Bigot Hitman
11-03-2006, 01:34 PM
Champ returns, forever victorious
Four clever and glorious, rappers try to attack
Wackness deflected back, from the notorious warrior
Flow wild, endlessly, show style
Careers get sown down, one at a time, like phone dials
Undercover discoverer, Versatile, bust verses wild
Crush broken styles, into disco lovers, eat sea urchines mild
Refocus now, from miles, see locusts, gases the beat tote this
Seek hocus, and free pocus, Aim high from land and peep boat hits
Bees choke'in, from posion pollen, men and boys is fallen
Sin an toys get called in, to combine with decoys from stalin
Reign supreme, Make it rain some scenes, yo hold up
Put shame on these, insane themes, let dames run free, so show up
Pained sons breathe, grieve over idol's losses
Me, lines like rifle talkin, monumental, like the three bible's crosses
I see sui-cidle slaughters, not affected, i roc this section
Its locked with essence, of mine, get shocked from presence of mind
Club spines, get boxed and wetted, dub time, socked then wessoned, rub pine
At cristmas, fought for presents, careful, don't get caught in weapons
Attack and miss this, should've sought protection, instead u bought the lexus
Tic toc a second, spot targets, then drop n' barge in, start to drop the sargent
Spark the lot in large men, divide to lead and part the mob in darkness
Still standout, even when invisible, feel my physical
Knowledge creates chills, political, never again seal this criminal

(hook)
Sickest flow, wet rhyme doctors miss it though
From hoes to bitches know, My clothes n' riches show
Yo snitches go, if u ain't ready u get tripped n' soaked
So as i kick this low, toned, see the soul, of the sickest flow

Vomit comets of brain matter, i elevate wit the same ladder
With out of world talent, and violent manuvers, i leave the sane shattered
This word pitcher has slain batters, with erratic techniques
My vibe static sets streaks, leave emphatic bets weak
When compared to my offers, i shoot pairs like golfers
Sounds, i can't bear thats softer, so lungs, i tear from coughers
I stare like stalkers, to let others know i ain't fazed
On faces i paint mazes, of bruises, then shank fades
Amputate losers, my rhymes is heavy weight, for seven days
Change cars with chevy tape, can't change, my set in ways
Either get in, or stay, like slaves, i'm movin northward
Never going back, pull in foward, hideout in unions as i ruin earth's turf
My Intentions deadly, mind suspensions steady
Fly in bitches bellys, Rhymes as rich as jelly
Yo, I got the sickest meadly, on the verge of killin thee
Word, i'm spillin leaks, high frequently, birds be feelin me
Sly frequency, murders gettin deep, untouchable invisible
Combustable, its critical, bust a fold, in physicals, political criminal
Hook lines like hoes, books of crimes like those
Who chose, to took dimes and told, wisely the crooks hide they gold
Inside grows mold, it shows, through the white hairs on scalps
Like tears on couch, smart ones prepared with doubt
My niggas share the bout, final fronteir, yeah we here
Come in wit pairs of bears, on faces causin layers of fear
Consultant, the mayor is here, back from the dead again
Rap for the lead and wins, Trap for the bread and spends
Lost maps got the feds to grin, uncover my, riches why?
Cops, its the sickest guy, i know snitches lie, that why i make them bitches die

Bigot Hitman
11-03-2006, 01:42 PM
Stuff in white gets ill

Bigot Hitman
11-03-2006, 02:45 PM
1st verse- written today, hook written today, last verse is a collaboration of two recent verses spit in freestyle thread.

Lil' Ruger
11-03-2006, 07:25 PM
dat was tight but i just read the white that shit was fire keep it coming god!

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 01:20 AM
watup ckuz.. thought i'd show up in ya realm wit' a vital
u mighta came across it earlier..



It was 4 in the mornin when they stormed the doorway/
cornflakes hit the floor in the warranted dawnraid.
Guns drawn, the emblems was worn, fuc the foreplay/
caught with a quater k, awaitin the court date.
Stored weights was saut??d, evry day all day/
bricks laid the pavement, so corps couldnt walk straight.
Forces tore the floorspace, n swore to my face/
strawberry shortcake rookies co-ordinated..
..The shakedown, to take apes proudly crowned flowers/
pounds and smokeclouds was heavy inside the houses.
Browsers found me out from arrivals/
eyes saw that prizes were the delicate vitals.
Dialled the survival line, swines got spiteful/
tryna find the wires they laced amongst my vinyls.
Spies tried hidin' in the spiral of the tribal/
buyin time slowly til the verdict was final.
Fried by viral filled vials, i got faith son/
plans of ecsape n' makin my next freight run.

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 01:36 AM
The metal stripped the bark from the oak, in large doses/
monks trained daily wit' impecable focus.
Oceans had the Hooties but was missin' the Blowfish/
mos def niggas were'nt always open for showbiz.
Steel claws was holdin the door closed/
even the crane couldnt maintain the dominant horse pose.
Force flows had tapped the channels of wu shu/
sifu saw the final outcome before we knew.
It was over, the second technique broke the motor/
homies got no chance to reload the toaster.
Robes had opened up wit the swords out/
razored edge blades shaded the gathering warclouds.
Staunch, proud, commited to order, a boardwalker/
faucet pours the liquid so i'd be like water.
Taught forms imported from the depths of the lung/
peace to Bolo Yeung n' rest easy Sammo Hung.
Bruce knew the roots to the groups of wing-chun/
but death was won, death was one...


...yea, rest in peace to big fuckn Bolo, crazy nigga loco.
martial law Samo wit' the heavy two eighty rolo.
no doubt one love to Bruce, peace to his dojo
and every muthafucca that i dont even kno yo..

Bigot Hitman
11-04-2006, 06:09 AM
Good lookin on the feed

Bigot Hitman
11-04-2006, 06:14 AM
Crazy skills^^^

Bigot Hitman
11-04-2006, 09:16 AM
I'm mad right now, so this freestyle might come off rugged

Fuck this alias shit, fuck dead president and whatever
I'm sixteen, live in the alms, walnut hills, and will sever
Any mutherfucker, steppin to me, fuck where you from
Rat savage, got bad habits, still suckin on thumbs
Truckin funds, dress like bum, brother got bricks
His crew, smother'in kids, cook'in up another pot sick
Born in evanston, raised in the hills, blows sprayin up grills
Dark alleys, lay in up chills, late on payin the bills
Still stayin it real, call me a bitch cuz i can't spit off dome
Don't got no rich daddy, taught chrome, law,
Can't afford long distance phone brawls (sounds lame, but its not for u to read)
To the one, it ain't a diss, i'm speakin my mind
Rap vein leakin divine, pale, still seekin the shine
Hammers reachin the spine, rambilin, thoughts scrambilin
Fuck lyrical, i'm the pots vandalyst, drop the analyst
Written can one handle this, its forever, unlike the candle stick
Lace crews on drivebys, wit panel hits, only bitches cancel it

tha god concept
11-04-2006, 09:59 AM
son ur shits tite...dam..i hope u dont think i was doggin ya man...cmon...

i always peep ur rhymes on the usual..dam man..

im straight up n down like 6 o clock..yano..?

Bigot Hitman
11-04-2006, 10:10 AM
Too much slang, what is u talkin about? a 6 o'clock phone cypher

Bigot Hitman
11-05-2006, 04:44 PM
Cops droped n lynched, shots popped n spent
Pops get locked in vents, moms get socked n bitched
King of schemes, bring'in themes, ringin spleens
Singin theives? i'm shrinkin dreams, an sinkin teams
Rap wit italians from canada, trapped in violent parameiters
Lack of silence, i jam wit ya, smacked shaolin, I'm standin ya
Gutless, i crush this, real ill, prostitutes won't fuck this
I'm droppin dudes thats suckin, i'm lockin you if u dub this
Unaimed pops, dumb fame roced
Some lames got, dropped wit same shots
Alms, 6th floor, on tapes i mix more
My shits sick sure, my white bricks lure
High paid to broke, My mic laid in smoke
I fry lames that tote, my lines claim the most
Put shame to those, drought, rain is ghost
Use pain to boast, on the slain n folks
Paid the most, yaw cake n butter niggas sprayed in toast
Got more dames then ghost, corners, on my game i post
endless bars, gettin sars, pen'in stars, bend this "lard style" (phat style)
I'm in this yard now, i'm finna start wild, splittin shark smiles
Block captian, locked gats in, safes,
Got fire extingushers packed wit mase
Peel a army base, leave a soft barney taste
Cap on carney fakes, strapped wit R&B bass
Relaxed attacks wit axes, lacks wax but still packs it
Run wit fat shit, backs i sack it, these facts, I'm maxin
Taxin, in school hallways, my crew fool allday
Tools hit law heads, for they jewels n raw pays *
Smother foes wild, fuckin rugged profile
Another show now, for fuckers, i'll slow down
Lyric cypher, fear it writers, spears hit riders
Shear shit piper*, niggas can't come near this typer
Lord finnese style, more of the best child
Corners stores got vests now, in dice games, i throw checks down
Dusty hair, Crush thee's lair, niggas can't fuck wit dis
More triggers get bucked in fists, the bigger the bucks they get
Defintion of cypher, strapped a transmission on writer (me)
Jacked mans missions wit fighters, Packed pans n dishes get hired*
Complex concepts, bomb threats on mom's jet
In palms,checks, my bongs vex, I spawn sets**, my pawns rep***
Spit some politics, shit real, the toc clocks its tic (tic toc)
The top spot get drop kicked, Got drug spots wit top stock bricks
Police never stop this, money flows like the misissipi
While on tour, my bitches miss me, and snitches diss me
Dominate cyphers, ghost writer, globe slicer
Post typer, Spawn'in fates lighter, show hyper
Sho skills, build quick, or get peeled quick
Pull out the steel stick, beat u till u spit some real shit
Play wit giants, spit wit cobras, fuck celeberties
Shave'in lions, no drip, i'm sober, buck in heavy t's
Brick cutter, sick fucker, trick cutter, spit ducker
Clit butter gettin, pimp's brother spittin, its the chimp's butler's kitchen*
Walkin through the Koncrete jungle wit the gorilla
Thoughts killa, actions realer, spits crumble the thrillas
Taxin the nillas, posted up on trees, roast'in drugs on these
Forest floor pheens, cookin up some toaster plug dreams...
High swing'in in the canopy, birds me fan'in me
Those snake rhymer can't jam wit we, never hearda sanity
Word up, i'm lamp'in g, build wit the two jungle kings
Spy'in on lions lyin below, parrots make'in flyin shows
Sirens blow on the low from blue toads, tryin those
Who appose with lowered nose, i'm show'in pose
Row'in rows of attacks, challeng'in my dominance
My balance sent, a drama hit, then wit violence, i'm palm'in it
Cypher enlightener, lighter fighters get lights out
Right now, wear the fitted so i can have a tight style
I might bow, but only in front of my reflection
Smoke a blunt holdin a wesson, mold'in a lesson
Take whats available, exposed, naked, never fake it
Foes, i clever bake'it, lightweights get weather taken
Blown from my zone, i've shown that i own this
I'll crome microphone it, and i'm proned to have cloned shit
Political gangsta, critical punchlines, sunk minds
Hold up a drunk sign, hope i don't smooth a punk's grind
Dodge aimed attacks, lodged pains in my back
God's chain on my neck, bodies burnt in garages flame'in the facts
Fucka writer, duck a biter, buck a liar, shrug a sigher
Mug a buyer, thugs get fired, lug in tires, never, in clubs i'm tired
Slugs hit quires, not religous though, let me hit this yo
Puffs suf-icate, i crush a fate, sickness fold, trick this? no

Bigot Hitman
11-06-2006, 04:45 PM
Mid west fall weather, posted on the clock'in, fishin the block and
Mass heads, i saw wether or not they clothes was roasted n rotten
Regular transactions, for cheaper, my man's askin
But he rich, got bitches to fan back skin, while my fam lack'in
Hop in the van packed'in, roll around the block once
Gave him the rock, i was a shocked one, undercover cop son
Through a left hook, he hit door lock, bout to get sure shot
Why he want what the poor got, victim of a lure knock
Pull out, he speeding swerve'in through bad traffic
Put the gat to his cap, said i'm "serve'in you black plastic"
He pulled over shocked, thinkin i wasn't holdin heat
Make him hop out my seat, the i proceed to show greed
Rob the undercover cop, took his liscense, so i know where he stay
Then quick in no delay, it was like a drug siese day in replay
Cops come'in in from both sides, its over i won't be stupid
And try to play devil's cupid, blastin, i ain't gone do shit
Serve the bid, for trustin too much, fuckin up luck
Need sumthin to crush, hurta kid, im busted n stuck (locked up)

Bigot Hitman
11-07-2006, 06:19 PM
About four deep, downtown in the pavillion
Reppin hard, startin shit, sold a dime bag to a brazillian
Walk through down the way*, some play new, some greet
Cream from bout 3 pounds today, crumb** pay too, slum feat***
Then wet gum meets, my sons feet, no apology
Awww shit, they star-ted, somethin to make us swallow heat
He turn around slow, look at the bitch nigga, said wipe that
Hella niggas hyped that, stepped to a striped cat****, bout to pipe that
THis nigga try to act like it was a mistake, please! for the bitch sake
Smack this fat bitch, wit the gat tip, he lackin, his knees twitch, shake
Then bloaw! somebody shootin from upper windows,
Everbody run, I'm trippin over my plum***** fuckin timbos....

*down the way, aka over the rhine, downtown cinci neghiborhood
**Crumb pay too, money in change
***slum feat, what happens everyday
**** Striped cat, nigga wit rep
***** Plum, colored timbos ( to match ravens jersey)

Bigot Hitman
11-07-2006, 06:56 PM
Didn't mean to spit this verse yet.

Bigot Hitman
11-08-2006, 04:53 PM
Only spit lethal shit, send you into seisures
Fuck game, its the sequel bitch, White out shit, the bleachers
Shootin at teachers, in parkin lots, just sparkin shots
In the air to get'em scared,
But then back to buisness, markin pots
Movin funds, handle shit, my blunts burn slow like rod candle sticks
Yo tell'em dun, i'll trample it, His face fake, like god sampled it
Yeah son, the only raven reppin nigga born in the nati
Which tells u i don't giva fuck where u from, u can't pass me
I shank nasty, and bank classy, my punchlines got brass knuckles
Meet me in the grass,wit the glass belt, you get slashed n buckled
ONe on one, whateva, with the mic, on the court, or wit the guns
Unsportsman like conduct, cuz when i fight, of course, it ain't for fun
The saints get runned, through like hoe's walls during a "train"
Weak cats fall eduring the pain, but i brawl pursing the fame

Bigot Hitman
11-09-2006, 02:55 PM
Only spit lethal shit, send you into seisures
Yo, its the sequel bitch, White out shit, the bleachers
Shootin at teachers, in parkin lots, just sparkin shots
In the air to get'em scared,
But then back to buisness, markin pots
Movin funds, handle shit, my blunts burn slow like rod candle sticks
Yo tell'em dun, i'll trample it, His face fake, like god sampled it
Yeah son, the only raven reppin nigga born in the nati
Which tells u i don't giva fuck where u from, u can't pass me
I shank nasty, and bank classy, my punchlines got brass knuckles
Meet me in the grass,wit the glass belt, you get slashed n buckled
ONe on one, whateva, with the mic, on the court, or wit the guns
Unsportsman like conduct, cuz when i fight, of course, it ain't for fun
The saints get runned, through like hoe's walls during a "train"
Weak cats fall eduring the pain, but i brawl pursing the fame


Relaxed attacks wit axes, lacks wax but still packs it
Run wit fat shit, backs i sack it, these facts, I'm maxin
I fry lames that tote, my lines claim the most
Put shame to those, drought, rain is ghost
Use pain to boast, on the slain n folks
Paid the most, yaw cake n butter niggas sprayed in toast
Got more dames then ghost, corners, on my game i post
endless bars, gettin sars, pen'in stars, bend this "lard style" (phat style)
I'm in this yard now, i'm finna start wild, splittin hard smiles
Spit some politics, shit real, the toc clocks its tic (tic toc)
The top spot get drop kicked, Got drug spots wit top stock bricks
Police never stop this, money flows like the misissipi
While on tour, my bitches miss me, and snitches diss me
Dominate cyphers, ghost writer, globe slicer
Post typer, Spawn'in fates lighter, show hyper
Sho skills, build quick, or get peeled quick
Pull out the steel stick, and beat u till u spit some real shit

Tag a cop, bag a roc, then locate a pheen
Mags to pop, rags to mop, grow shapes wit schemes
Apes sold tapes to teams, my mind glows scapes n gleams
Dumb thoughts, i slow rape the theme, then mold fates wit these
Eratic lines, starved for sucess, automatic rhymes dine
Apart from the best, in the dark attic my static mind shines
Scheme master, well written, hot shit, feels like hell's spittin
Beam blaster, cells rippin, rock clips, i peel like nails bitten
I'm a hustler, i deal mics n sell kittens
Getto rustler, i build pies, the smell's smitten
Surreal like the hell's kitchen*, no fantasy, real dominates
Smoke fans wit these, sealed crates, that conceal weight of solid grates**
Date'in states of frolic babes, skills n flow, i'll take pills to go
Raped n chilled in snow, body froze, shake wheels n mow***

* Hells kitchen, the show, said it cuz it fit the scheme
** Sealed crates, boxes of coke, concealed weight of solid grate,- coke
*** "Raped chilled in snow, body froze, shake wheels n mow"
Rape victim after a winter rolled over wit lawn mower (just rhymed)

Bigot Hitman
11-09-2006, 02:56 PM
1st verse prewritten, 2nd verse callaboration of prewritten bars, 3rd verse never spit before

VernakuLa
11-09-2006, 06:23 PM
ur style is gettin better, i used to write like that two you know...preconstructed to fit the scheme, but then i just let it flow

"spit what comes naturally"