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koncretegorilla
11-03-2006, 05:08 AM
Keystyles, Freestyles n' Prewrittens welcome..

Bigot Hitman
11-03-2006, 02:11 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

koncretegorilla
11-03-2006, 09:32 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


ya straight killed shit man, each time ev'ry time.. much love for the post yo, i see u got mad skill. Ay anyone else wana thro down go hed'

I'm gona re-post some of my more respectable vitals,
i laid out in the other threads first up..
then i'll get down to the real.

see yall in the funny pages

koncretegorilla
11-03-2006, 10:06 PM
I decided to throw some 're.posts' together to form a track..
positive and negative comments is all good.




v.¹.

The spinal line revival, the redesigned vitals/
helps keystyle disciples, write the cycles.
Strike like daylight, stagefright/
say my name right, its Earnest Wainwright, holdin the game tight.
Grindin rhymez grimy, climbin the heights til i die b/
spyed by shadows who step lightly.
Silent type sheisty, quiet~like, spicy niggas/
ironin' mics the night before christmas.
Its wublood that floods internal/
burns the journals of wu-corp fam blazin infernal.
Thermal heat seekn' xtreme supreme verbals/
outlays the post for emcees inside the circle.
Of Tek Stylez respected wreckhouse, of text mechanics/
snatched from the land and left a barron planet.
Standin alone, well known 2split the wig off ya dome/
witty unpredictable niggas, rippin the chrome...


v.².

From morning to night, moon to sunlight we rhymin'/
tight beats keep the exact precise timin.
Allstars, planets n' galaxies were in alignment/
New Yorks metropolitan was all inside the diamond.
The startegy was simple, but somehow it riddled/
thick muthafuccin dim resistant individuals/
Crippled wit' fear, filled wit' tears, it was mayhem/
young punk spittaz were tryna act like made-men.
Claiming they reign, shame on a nigga running game/
dont step outa line kid stay in ya lane.
Cos' its 1 way, 1 day you'll hunt prey yourself/
today muthafucca its yo turn to get dealt with..


v.³.

The tempo was adjusted to preference/
everythin slowed down before i got to finish the sentence.
Industry execs was threatnin' disconnection/
censorin the text wit paragraph interceptions.
Mysterious affiliate contacts got nervous/
murderous servants knew the worth of the purchase.
Heard my emergence was pefect for the timin'/
label slay merchant, still hurtin wit killa rhymin.
Fine-wine style, type-wild designed nigga/
nine-mill lines fills minds ya spine shivers.
Ya life whispers away like cool breeze/
nah god tools freeze, nothin but jah love for hooliez.
Truth be, im doin it crude, fuck A n' R/
dont need muthafuccin snakes playin my cards.
I grace the stage solo, makin my promo/
ragin wit the chrome in the hand, take my photo.
Hold it to the CEO, show im imposin/
blow crowds apart wit the verbal explosion.


chorus: "Rhymin' wit' the silent invisible syllables"/
"Ride wit' the pistol whips and the crystals".
"Vital life signs of the highly critical"/
"Redesigned the vinyl, and re-typed the bible.. its wild son"




yea.. didnt think it was gona contain that much 'essence', turned out aight i guess

koncretegorilla
11-03-2006, 11:07 PM
lol.. i thought i'd regurgitate that ^piece^ up in Charging Soldiers thread.
I also decided to throw this selection on his too.

The Scriptures:

v.¹.

The Amish were harmless, learnt from Dalai Lama's/
Jah blessed the resident incoherant Rastas.
Nazis turned political to help join the Marxists/
fathers stopped the prayers when they met Mohammed.
The vomit coughed from Protestant movements/
alterboys knew the true promises kept to Judas.
Hindus had reviewed the improved karma sutras/
smooth moves were supervised by holy Buddhas.
Tao troops recruited the faithful, yet unstable/
hooligan mongolian niggas who touched fatal.
Deathstrikes the science of poltergiest frighteners/
seventh day adventists had a week to recite this.
Syphon try decypha these devinal line bibles/
the origin of text was projected as primal.
Analyse the paralysed rivals fast demisal/
made 'em confess under pressure without denial.
Conivin' Atheists, hated the pure thought/
Pagans stated blantantly the nature of talks.
While Christians had listened, Sikhs had diff'rent missions/
Gurus startin suing Jew niggas for millions.
Children lost the spirit, spitt'n shit like they lived it/
twisted kids f'got that Jehovah was witness.


v.².

Guidelines for the tablets, had niggas askin'/
who transcripted the ten Holy commandments.
Damaged at the gatherin', wit infidels laughin'/
Moses tried to keep Josh from losing his passion.
Flash gold was rampant, hoes lookin for action/
camps of bandits held lands for the Philistines..
..give to Isralites say the bible/
jews is like the biggest muthafuccin tribe in denial.
Fly black Jesus had Ceasar fire the Pilot/
judas knew the truth but the bitch couldnt hide it.
Elias spoke to Joseph with hope for redemption/
emporers sent men to hunt down the peasant.
Rivals spiralled outa control, sold they souls/
started praying as the plasticine mould ripped holes.
Thru god soldiers holdin the TNT and C4/
Torah thieves see wat they worn core beliefs caused.
Im short tempered, and tempted by many serpents/
ventin my 2cent, if anythings worth shit.
Thirsty cursed urges for wild sex n' violence/
chariots on 24's etched in blood diamonds.


Its time we bonded as one, we dont need to fight each other..
the health of ol' earth is at question, not gold, oil or what ever.
The sooner mankind amalgamates, the richer we'll all be.

Peace

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 02:45 AM
This is a 5minute rhyme i did a few weeks bac..

I didnt expect it to be an obituary, but the day after i posted this, it eventuated and made state news.. yall can call me the resident clairvoyant. hahaha


Few could comprehend their complexion/
wreckage events after the text was sent, answered the question.
The benz lost its engine against a brick fencin'/
4 friends trapped, as the car was compressed in.
Emtpy road travels on tracks covered in gravel/
the snap was too sharp for amateurs to tackle.
With shackles now replacin ya kicks, u sit strictly/
no ass for niggas til they offer u whiskey.
Single cell comfort, wit shivz under the bunkers/
tucked up in customs, for illegal substance.
The judge slammed the hammer down, crowds erupted/
"hang the muthafucca!" was the chant they constructed.
Twenty-one for murder and ten for speedin'/
add another ten for drivin while he was drinkin'.
Grief ridden parents were outraged/
now its yo turn to fit ya mouf wit a 12 gauge.
Fam moto's make niggas swallow the hollow tips/
id ask u to driver but ya prolly wont follow this.

r.i.p. to all parties involved:

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 02:51 AM
Heres a lightweight boxing tip i rattled off yesterday or sum'n like dat.


"ding ding"
x

The round-one bell-rung for 12 ounce punches/
referees instructed by the undercover judges.
To foul the wild nigga, the crowd pleasin' thrilla/
debutante feds couldnt stand fuckin Gorilla.
At the top of his game, wats my name, bitch you'll say it/
even if i break ya jaw you'll fucking say it.
Spray it on the walls in shopping malls then say its../
..the saviour of man woman and children in the matrix.
Craniums were caved in from close relations/
faces had the look "when's this shit gona end son!"
10 to 1 bet til the end son and then some/
odds were 10 bucks for 10 ton microscopics..
..torn sockets shocked the responsive audience knowledge/
judges sat frozen as i opened his bonnet kid.
10 rounds had passed, eleven was in the bag/
12 wounds had tumored the face wit snap jabs.
Flashy animated, most loved and hated/
sparred with the stars in the hidden chambers.
Trained with the famous, celebrities greatest/
had Mike Tyson and his wife as neighbors.(lol)

Sicka than aidZ
11-04-2006, 03:14 AM
KONCRETE'Z A HARD ACT TO FOLLOW, KEEP UP THE SICKNESS GOD U GOT SKILLZ^O^

Bigot Hitman
11-04-2006, 07:12 AM
You elevatin quick koncrete, your verses is mini gza like.

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 07:50 AM
Yo major respect on the compliments SiC n Pres'

thnks for blessing my thread with yall comments and insight, foreal
im stil tryna chip away at the fabric, but yea.. s'pose i'll only get better over time.

once again fam, one love for ya presence, and Jah respect yo.
...lets destroy this muthafucca haha
Peace

koncretegorilla
11-04-2006, 09:28 AM
lol heres a lil sum'n for Hollywood.. i might do this "Gza - Fame" type shit more often, its stimulating / puzzling and a whole other shit aswel.



...aight peep this
Dude wheres my car, the guards had saw nuthin/
retribution waited til the Day of Judgement.
Sin-City-Slickers depicted fatal eruptions/
Dragon packed Dungeons started floodin' the function.
Huts housed a hundred thousand, maybe a million/
Children of the Corn reformed inside the buildin'.
Highly skilled brilliant, Unforgiven minors/
sliced 16 Blocks to minimise dividers.
Bourne saw supreme Missions deadly Impossible/
offers for Italian Jobs was microscopical.
Illogical to say the least, Beast of Beauty/
cream seemed to be the number 1 thing that ruled me.
Saloon cut, Vidal Sasoon designers/
showed me where the money was at Jerry McQuires.
Crimson Tides wiped out, the Easy Riders/
Gangs of New York was raw Torque fighters.

koncretegorilla
11-05-2006, 03:49 AM
more of the same.. Gza-Fame style "character raps" ^^


Once Upon a Time in the subjects/
primates were roughneck, huntin' punks after sunset.
The Planet of the Apes had The Usual Suspects/
Twelve Monkeys swung without using jumpnets.
Big strong niggas was King Kong gorillas/
even chimps ticked off the hitlist of Schindlers.
Million Dollar Babies called free labor slavery/
blood stained Blade's had made Scarface crazy.
Saved the Last Dance til Wu-Tang was playin'/
Traffic jams stranded Smokey without the Bandit..
..Black Hawks Down found Pulp Fiction borin'/
callin all cars, callin all cars, reportin.
Dick Tracy cautioned the Beverly Hills Cops/
Men in Black captured orangutans crop.

Sicka than aidZ
11-05-2006, 04:07 AM
lol heres a lil sum'n for Hollywood.. i might do this "Gza - Fame" type shit more often, its stimulating / puzzling and a whole other shit aswel.



...aight peep this
Dude wheres my car, the guards had saw nuthin/
retribution waited til the Day of Judgement.
Sin-City-Slickers depicted fatal eruptions/
Dragon packed Dungeons started floodin' the function.
Huts housed a hundred thousand, maybe a million/
Children of the Corn reformed inside the buildin'.
Highly skilled brilliant, Unforgiven minors/
sliced 16 Blocks to minimise dividers.
Bourne saw supreme Missions deadly Impossible/
offers for Italian Jobs was microscopical.
Illogical to say the least, Beast of Beauty/
cream seemed to be the number 1 thing that ruled me.
Saloon cut, Vidal Sasoon designers/
showed me where the money was at Jerry McQuires.
Crimson Tides wiped out, the Easy Riders/
Gangs of New York was raw Torque fighters.
yeah u da man:clap: more that wuz fukin tight

Lil' Ruger
11-05-2006, 04:52 AM
yo does this mean i can freestyle too???


sliped out the door
loaded up the four four
i slamed that shit shut just to make shure
slid out and sped to da adjacent bulding
looked for an entrance it was sealed in
tore of one plank
took out da shank
they whole gang came bust through da ranks
they back got flanked
they ass got spanked
smokin skunk stank
44's out picked up the shotty
pump pump blast knocked em off the heels to the body
i didnt come gotti
but let the nose ring snotty
i peeled one gat and use it to bang a dome
black to stainless steel chrome
let a dog roam alone
heart like winter
annoying ass niggas get stuck like splinters
leave one lodged in his wig
here come the pigs
got they stsh and i slid

koncretegorilla
11-05-2006, 05:28 AM
yo does this mean i can freestyle too???


sliped out the door
loaded up the four four
i slamed that shit shut just to make shure
slid out and sped to da adjacent bulding
looked for an entrance it was sealed in
tore of one plank
took out da shank
they whole gang came bust through da ranks
they back got flanked
they ass got spanked
smokin skunk stank
44's out picked up the shotty
pump pump blast knocked em off the heels to the body
i didnt come gotti
but let the nose ring snotty
i peeled one gat and use it to bang a dome
black to stainless steel chrome
let a dog roam alone
heart like winter
annoying ass niggas get stuck like splinters
leave one lodged in his wig
here come the pigs
got they stsh and i slid


yo son you wild man, always got the killa scripts a mile long.
stay crazy ckuz yea.. 'cos i can always rely on yall for influence and material

Lil' Ruger
11-05-2006, 05:34 AM
ghyea dope thread tho man. ill.

koncretegorilla
11-05-2006, 05:50 AM
ghyea dope thread tho man. ill.



ay thnks man, Jah bless man.. and tks for postin up yo.
ya vitals are mental eccentric homie foreal.

Bigot Hitman
11-06-2006, 05:49 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, then i proceed to show greed
Robbed 'em, 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)

koncretegorilla
11-06-2006, 09:16 PM
^^aarrgghh^^.. sum1 call a fuckin' medic, this mans on fire yo

Da Dishonourable Don
11-06-2006, 09:24 PM
yo I spaz on an ugly bitch, tell her to SUCK MY DICK/
giz on her voluminous tits, yeah I'm a fuckin' prick/
jump your A&R and slap fire out your road-dog/
rape your nasty wife and slit her throat after a blowjob/
approach frauds like 'what up?', swingin' iron hands to chumps/
civilizing bitches who ain't work the frying pan in months/
slammin' kunts on the regular I leave cherries bleedin'/
wifey got it good last night, I left her barely breathin'/
....my freestyle is perverse, the nickleplated 3 pound leaves clowns in a hurst/
leavin' out of a church/
y'all dudes is pussy eatin' out of a skirt/
with popo on your speed dial when you reach out of your turf/
that's some pussy shit, and I keep a razor for the bushy clit/
you faggots keep pushin' dick right between your tooshy split/
look-a-here, I can have your sister strapped in hooker gear/
but I'm gassed to blow like an asshole who shook his beer!

SHRAP
11-06-2006, 09:58 PM
bring them hookers here tell em brang them stacks
i tell em boys 1 thang and thats slang them packs
brang it back lemme do my lil thang then baby
i get ends, yall kiss men like Wayne and Baby
i dont even let these fags touch my fuckin hand
and im a straight souljah, just tell me whats the plan
ill have it executed, have em wrecked and shooted
then im at Cleos tellin these hoes to shake that booty
make it clap make it shake aint no breaks til u break
these fakers rap like they paid but aint makin no cake
if i catch em dreamin and nobody see me ill murder em
when the 5-0 come askin aint nobody eva heard of em
servin em like they some rocks, hand on my dick i rape the block
hate to talk to bitches, just lie to em like they some cops
let these haters jock me, sock em in the face, I'm Rocky
hoes say im the shit but i dont need em to make me cocky

Da Dishonourable Don
11-06-2006, 10:01 PM
NO FACES video, just some shit we did fuckin wit the camcorder, go to my thread, Da Dishonourable Don - Put the Hit Out Thread, peace!

SHRAP
11-06-2006, 10:07 PM
if theres faces in it im suing u for false advertising

Bigot Hitman
11-06-2006, 10:20 PM
^^aarrgghh^^.. sum1 call a fuckin' medic, this mans on fire yo

lol

SHRAP
11-06-2006, 10:21 PM
dead prez, stop drop and roll motha fucka

koncretegorilla
11-06-2006, 11:44 PM
The temperature measured the heat gauge, the heatwave/
every said sentence was too hot to replay.
D.J.'s spun three ways, crowds was in freeze frame/
writers fired lines like a day at the free range.
Street games were serious god, life dependant/
signs of revival sweated upon the Reverand.
Emcees befriended death wit a vengeance/
red flames extinguished, emcees linguistics..
..Blistered by the boiling cauldron/
the raw force of wu-corp sorcerers was scorchin'.
Medics had invested the best in aenesthetics/
injected threads wit' impressive genetics.
Mesmorised, terrorfied, genocide journals/
emphasized the densified burning infernal.
Surging thru internals, the artery darkness/
black out the breath detonated charges.

koncretegorilla
11-07-2006, 12:59 AM
yo I spaz on an ugly bitch, tell her to SUCK MY DICK/
giz on her voluminous tits, yeah I'm a fuckin' prick/
jump your A&R and slap fire out your road-dog/
rape your nasty wife and slit her throat after a blowjob/ <solid line
approach frauds like 'what up?', swingin' iron hands to chumps/
civilizing bitches who ain't work the frying pan in months/
slammin' kunts on the regular I leave cherries bleedin'/
wifey got it good last night, I left her barely breathin'/ <poor bitch lol
....my freestyle is perverse, the nickleplated 3 pound leaves clowns in a hurst/
leavin' out of a church/
y'all dudes is pussy eatin' out of a skirt/
with popo on your speed dial when you reach out of your turf/
that's some pussy shit, and I keep a razor for the bushy clit/
you faggots keep pushin' dick right between your tooshy split/
look-a-here, I can have your sister strapped in hooker gear/
but I'm gassed to blow like an asshole who shook his beer! <wooh, wild son wild


you whomped that shit yo, respecognize that muthafuccas lol

Lil' Ruger
11-07-2006, 01:04 AM
that DDD verse was tight.

koncretegorilla
11-07-2006, 05:54 AM
I ripped the fuckin threads to pieces, shreaded the thesis/
emcees was speechless when i released the ethers.
Killah syllables filled the silver-screened features/
the guillotine scribbles cut the legs off the feet kid.
Defeated, beaten, eaten alive, keep it in mind/
cheated trife belivers into peepin my rhymez bitch..
..Mighty prime re-defined cyphas, mic vices/
fiesty muthafuccas tried bitin' my nuts b'..
..Bucked teeth n jaws out tha socket/
saw the born immortals rockin' documents spotless.
Dropped the raw logic, monument topics/
knocked the fuckin block off the shoulders muthafucca..
..'Suck ma dic niggas' was thirsty/
determined serpents tried to curse my journey.
Im certain herbs heard me the first time/
dont fuc around or u get eaten alive ckuz..

SHRAP
11-07-2006, 02:04 PM
yall aint fuckin wit my buzz we fly high on airplanes
dont give a fuck gettin sucked by long hair dames
these lil rappers make me laugh and then i giggle
then i cancel they ass like Malcolm in the Middle
they gon be on FOX, on the news at 6
i watch it wit they bitch while she chew that dick
bust slugs thru that fit-ted cap, click clack
get yo blue out fit painted red or get back
aint tryna be arrested, i aint playin wit ya fools
it wont be no brawl, just u layin in a pool
do the back stroke thru the gat smoke, what
spendin all yo cash wit yo packs smoked up
in the street yall some hoes but on the net yall clown
made 2/3 of my posts exposin bitches while locked down
while u tryna be the best internet rapper alive :lmao:
gun in yo mouth, see how u rap on my side :lmao: bitch

Bigot Hitman
11-07-2006, 07:15 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, watch 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)

SHRAP
11-07-2006, 07:49 PM
whats good wit the cliff notes though

Bigot Hitman
11-07-2006, 07:59 PM
^^ whats cliff notes

SHRAP
11-07-2006, 08:31 PM
u got cliff notes after ur verse :)

Lil' Ruger
11-07-2006, 08:33 PM
to explain what you were saying i believe.

Bigot Hitman
11-08-2006, 04:53 PM
u got cliff notes after ur verse :)

To explain the slang

Bigot Hitman
11-08-2006, 05:50 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

koncretegorilla
11-09-2006, 10:59 PM
damn kid.. wher da fuc i buy skills like that from man? ^^
ima have to ban ya ass son cos u makin me look bad tho'.. n that shit aint good for a grown nigga rep man yamean lol nahh just fuckin wit u. Tear this shit apart man, like usual..

Bigot Hitman
11-09-2006, 11:35 PM
^^Good shot on the feed koncrete

Bigot Hitman
11-10-2006, 12:05 AM
Daily holucaust, of wack mc's, gats i pack in these
Fully loaded, pulley folded, traps intact wit ease
Ruin title runs, amputate the legs, mutate the lead
Clues taped get feds, to rise up, then i blew weight to bread (sold that shit)
Catch me on front porches, posted, my pies is roasted
Cream, i might boast it, fake cake niggas fyed n toasted
Make a late figure die focused, three deep no less ever
My flow bless eras, analyst vandalyst, teach see, i show the next error
My crew goes through, to vex sectors, the street drama, serious
Heat from sannas make me peep ramas, mysterious, As u seek commas n periods
Take it back to fitted, back when shaq was spittin
Show yaw that when wack rap was written, it was never trapped n bitten
Now bitches get smacked for lippin, coke ship'in, dope gettin
Take out the weak, choke the sickened, and smoke the limp'in

koncretegorilla
11-10-2006, 12:20 AM
Ima explain plainly that most cats is pussy/
strays nowaday dont aim toward the hoody.
Juveniles movin the crowds, the wild shooters/
loosened up the ground with the trampled manouvers.
Clueless muthafuccas knew the truth to the rumours/
even close crew had soon become accusers.
Cue-sticks chalked, the balls were ready to break/
jakes found the laneway man made escape routes..
..Straight thru the chambers of wu-dong/
singin 'wheels on the bus' as they goddamn group song.
Fuck the forensics, the end result tested/
said these muthafuccas amounts was unmeasured.
The residue led inspectors on a goose chase/
blindly tryna run as they tripped on their shoe lace.
Knew they couldnt shoot straight, wigs split the toupee/
two-faced jews placed the blame on gorilla son..

koncretegorilla
11-10-2006, 01:14 AM
We all up in the udio, mountin' Vesuvio/
proofin liquer raps and bangin on sum Julio.
Smooth tunes that move me yo, ballad apostle/
seen Iglesias when i emptied the bottle.
Hit the throttle lead foot, made the hollow heads shook/
squashed the pedal 'gainst the metal, check how the feds look.
Desk books were full ckuz, left hooks were danger/
had to enrol Marvin Gaye as my trainer.
Laid the Temptations out for later/
i put the Drifters in the mixture and twisted the flavor.
Lionel saw the Ritchie in me, but knew my bank/
broke unfunded muthafucca who scammed shit..
..Branded adolescent at 25, now im like gettin high/
fuc my age im gettin by.
Its hard knock but life aint tough, bitch its grimy/
im loungin right now cos the trife shits behind me.

koncretegorilla
11-10-2006, 05:53 AM
nah man that was sum weak shit right there man^^ ay my foul fam. promise i'll try not to bust off wit wack shit like that again...



The uncontrolled soldier, knocked the block off the shoulder/
robbed the fuckin owner for his eight ball of cola.
Boulders ruled the cul-de-sac, avenue, boulevard/
streets n alleyways and even the schoolyards.
Bullies were called Booyah, big fuckin samoans/
known to shoot the glote anabolic potion.
It was fly kid, syringes became the 'high' devices/
junkies had appliances filled wit fuckin viruses..
..environment designers blinded by synthetics/
everythin's been revamped, or badly re-invented.
The nextgen was senseless, vengeful muthafuccas/
dented the flesh observin' the nerve structure.
Seen the immediate procedures, the intravenous/
drip the saline mixed wit killah ethers.

koncretegorilla
11-10-2006, 07:08 AM
I put the Dreddy in the Kruger, see my knots god/
Bronzed up the Nazareth and popped off the cogs.
Dropped the hottest solo, no one was lookin/
nothin had prepared me for Warclouds cookin.
Took a slug Division to the Killarmy/
seen U-God defendin' the swarm of alarming.
Marchin' gaurds chargin', 9th Prince disciples/
ultimate Divine~type cyphas unrivalled.
Gary Grice cycles for Solomon Childs son/
Black Knights divided the Trife Streetlife ckuz.
Lord Superb niggas saw the raw Killah Sin's/
no one had the Remedy except Cilvaringz.
Mathematics acted out ShoGun Assasson/
Shyheim went missin', so fam started askin.
Asked True Master who passed the last checkpoint/
Beretta 9's lined up the Suga Bang Bang joint.
Cappadon saw the Northstar from the courtyard/
Rae felt the Razor, Hell Razah blade torture.


...shiit, ay iuno wtf im doin just poppin off i guess, yea but ima get bac at this no doubt. style's killah son

koncretegorilla
11-10-2006, 07:56 AM
Its a celebration, so say my name bitch, its Earnest Wainwright/
a.k.a koncretegame tight, the wally grey type.
The poly granite amulet, cabinet capsule/
plaques is dedicated to the scandalous rascal.
Vandal from the outskirts, outa town scoundrel/
founded proud members of wu-renowned councils.
Clouded by the primo, weed growth supreme/
Eloheim seeds had seen the evergreens.
The leaflets and pamphlets, handed out brochures/
kosher blood brothers had opposed my composure.
Posers had imposed the enclosure, orbited closer/
broke the main focus, choked the fame chauffers.
Note the fuckin pledge alliegance, the legion logic.
stop hestitatin' n' catch when i drop shit..

J.T.S.
11-11-2006, 05:32 PM
A" black girl lost" her life" the set-up" by a "Suspect" witness
"The Message" read "If i ruled the World" i'd cure it of sickness
For real tho' her life was ended faster than a "album intro"
"Affirrmative Action" was taken on the killer by her kin-folk
I "watch dem niggas" with loot out, and cats "take it in blood"
"Shootouts" in the hood hour after hour, end-less flyin' slugs
told fam i wanna move he said you rule "I gave you power" to spit "live nigga rap"
As a shorty you had "Street dream's" but you hustled to keep ya pockets phat
Flippin' product that had fiends runnin', bitches mobbin' ya like "nas is coming"

J.T.S.
11-11-2006, 05:33 PM
I put the Dreddy in the Kruger, see my knots god/
Bronzed up the Nazareth and popped off the cogs.
Dropped the hottest solo, no one was lookin/
nothin had prepared me for Warclouds cookin.
Took a slug Division to the Killarmy/
seen U-God defendin' the swarm of alarming.
Marchin' gaurds chargin', 9th Prince disciples/
ultimate Divine~type cyphas unrivalled.
Gary Grice cycles for Solomon Childs son/
Black Knights divided the Trife Streetlife ckuz.
Lord Superb niggas saw the raw Killah Sin's/
no one had the Remedy except Cilvaringz.
Mathematics acted out ShoGun Assasson/
Shyheim went missin', so fam started askin.
Asked True Master who passed the last checkpoint/
Beretta 9's lined up the Suga Bang Bang joint.
Cappadon saw the Northstar from the courtyard/
Rae felt the Razor, Hell Razah blade torture.


...shiit, ay iuno wtf im doin just poppin off i guess, yea but ima get bac at this no doubt. style's killah son

Kon you sick!!

koncretegorilla
11-11-2006, 06:35 PM
A" black girl lost" her life" the set-up" by a "Suspect" witness
"The Message" read "If i ruled the World" i'd cure it of sickness
For real tho' her life was ended faster than a "album intro"
"Affirrmative Action" was taken on the killer by her kin-folk
I "watch dem niggas" with loot out, and cats "take it in blood"
"Shootouts" in the hood hour after hour, end-less flyin' slugs
told fam i wanna move he said you rule "I gave you power" to spit "live nigga rap"
As a shorty you had "Street dream's" but you hustled to keep ya pockets phat
Flippin' product that had fiends runnin', bitches mobbin' ya like "nas is coming"


"Thats the joint, thats the jam. Turn that shit up man...
yo that was off the clock man, metaphorically and philosophically shit was damn fierce J', ..great to see u was inspired to make a nas-homage verse too. hes influenced alot of industry folklore man foreal.


If I ruled the world... imagine that

noel411
11-12-2006, 06:31 PM
Back at work after more than two weeks,
say “I wish I was dead”, and it ain’t no newspeak
fuck big brother, his mother and his daddy,
and fuck you if you think I’ll let you puff on this fatty,
I don’t shoot Le Blanc’s, no my name ain’t Matty,
The little homies be like “yo noel is THAT G”,
Try to flatter me so naturally I splatter a scene,
Shots pop from my glock and they’re shattering knees,
Scattering fiends, my product spreads through the nation,
You’re trying my patience, nigga why am I waitin’?,
I’m the twisted Christian, livin’ and dying for Satan,
Fly like a raven in the sky, why you hatin’?,
Die like a patient of Fred Shipman, the good doctor,
Such a regular adulterer, they call me the “Hood Proctor”,
Lock the chains on your ankles, toss you in the crucible,
If you find a way out, then fuck it a noose’ll do.

koncretegorilla
11-13-2006, 03:54 AM
Im ready set prepared for the startgun, to start some'n/
charge up the sparks for my number 1 chart son.
Part one joints point the dart tipped poison/
sharp metal stars scarred the party enjoyment.
Loyal fans destroyed the grandstand foyers/
management demanded that i call my god-lawyers.
The royal unavoidable, fam planned advances/
attacked execs before they all had got anxious.
Angered mad savages, danced with crack devils/
glanced first hand the true impact of a rebel.
Settled beef verbal, speed treble reversal/
cheap muthafuccas had peeped my internals.
Journal cursed binders, rhymes off the vine b'/
sly spies tryna heist lines under my eyepiece.
Tightly ironfisted brick grips of Olympus/
rebuilt the village to the sincity limits.
Outfitted wally grey kicks, was straight killaz/
playaz knew that Wainwright insanely delivered...

Bigot Hitman
11-13-2006, 02:00 PM
Yo i don't drop jewels, i steal'em, i don't cop tools, i peel'em
It ain't hard to lock juks, just kill'em, and pop dukes, for deal'in
On yo block, run heavy traffic, from whites,blacks, to a-rabs
Those drug loans, man pay that, mug phones for payback
But watch for son clones that stay at, yo thick buisness
Fuck snakes, these dudes chamo like lizards, shoot ammo at piegons
They do camels fa midgets*, come from under and overthrow
Take yo show, bake yo doe, and have you make his flow go
Keep real ones around, that keep u updated, and fuck date'in
Got to fuck yo hoes, until u get five star drug rated
Protect yo dealers, give'em heat, and treat'em right
Cuz they the ones who'll spilt yo meat, and eat it ripe
Keep close relations to, close weed nations, and speak basic
No trickory, to aviod hickory, coffins, if he weak, lace it
Make sure cops can't trace it, burn the body, ashes in still rivers
Look at they fam, as you passin they feel shivers, then at last you a real nigga?


Quick to throw the heat to yo head, even the naps shake
The fact's great, the buff physic in the raps makes shit that snaps fates
With four bullets, i bag eight, crack plates, turn the pieces to powder
It makes peaches get sour, double vision before big hand reaches the hour
Walking through weak shit, i'm seekin the power, Until then, i rap this
Keep sets wit threats n gat hits, pimp the faggats, n put wimps in traffic**
If the drug temps is lackin, cut'em, beggin crack heads, Duck'em
Soft young cops, truck'em, and any dumb plots, tuck'em
When the sun drops, come out n go to work
No reppin, don't show the shirt
Make sure you mow the turf, carry gats, cuz thats what the doe is worth
If you don't got to deal, don't, keep it real n just sink the steel***
Because cops will get u linked to kills, yo life, in a blink get pealed
Peep the villes, don't get caught where u ain't being thrown
Next thing you'll be seeing stones, in the form of gleaming chrome
Yo its on, around the kids, don't carry the smith and wessons
Just teach the seeds, and if u can rap, just spit some lessons
Sike naw, i'm fuckin around, like a boxer, i'm "duckin in rounds"****
While you was weaving punches i was seising lunches, an crushin up pounds

*They do camels for midgets, can pull off any kind of deal
**sink the steel, throw the piece in the river
***wimps in traffic, put the soft dealers in the middle of it
***duckin in rounds, boxers duck in rounds from jabs, i'm duckin in rounds of shots

noel411
11-13-2006, 08:15 PM
Ayoyoyoyo check it, I’ve got lives to take, wives to rape, knives to scrape and jives to make, so let’s get this shit going…

Snitches, not satisfied till I’ve splattered five,
Bitches, bat their eyes cause I am that guy,
Ditches, I shatter lives to pack ‘em high,
Riches, I had to lie to gather mines,
Stitches, gathered nine, doesn’t matter why,
Pitches, the batter cries and scatters wide,

As I toss out my deadly fast ball,
I’ve got clout, I steady blast y’all,
Do not doubt my deadly darts y’all,
I trot routes, ready to start war,

You’re fuckin’ with the best when I’m buckin’ in ya chest,
It’s like suckin’ on a breast when there’s nothin’ to ingest,
Cause I’m drilling you for no reason other than pleasure,
To me killing dudes is pleasing like uncovering treasure,
Leaving flesh a bleeding mess is nothing but leisure,
If we connect you’ve seen the best, nothing can measure,

My level of insanity, no scale, no chart,
The devil in my fantasies, won’t fail, no heart,

You motherfuckin’ heathen, lucky to be breathin’,
Suckin’ in ya teeth ‘n duckin’ in the breeze,
Of my heat, don’t know sh!t about hip hop,
Stupid flip flop thinks Pac was in the east,

I break your bones and take the throne,
Spray the chrome and make you moan,
Drop some bills, pop a pill and bake a cone,
Cops are killed with lots of skill before I take you home,

Fools don’t rhyme for shit but every time that I spit,
I shine like a lit match, catch this line in a mit,
I’m ill with the skills so stop whining you git.

AcidPhosphate69
11-13-2006, 10:47 PM
Mind-numbing cumming, blasting action in the heat of passion
Bitches lips lick finger-tips, kung-fu grip grabs the slab
Jab, stab, and lay back, let the bitch climb, her time to act
Bucking like beasts, we fucking enjoyin' carnal feasts
No sheets when I hear feets, streets strapped rap on the door
The whore continues her venues, but I know this menu
For appetizers, none the wiser, I bit the bait with my own incisors
Main course or entree, at about the break of day
Dudes burst in, wavin' the tray...8, shoulda masturbate
My mistake makes leavin' intact a hard act
The fact that jacks caught me without slacks
On my back, pistol cracked concise sight blacked
Awake straight, outta pape, no escape and feelin' raped

koncretegorilla
11-15-2006, 06:55 AM
The foreign alliegance, supreme team elite/
document warriors, plotted the hot-piece..
..The cop v the roc-thief, industry shop-speak/
dot to dots spotted by the monument Shocklee.
Pop-common cheats repeated the corp property/
copied the odyssey, properly robbin me.
Watched gorilla move in the jungle.. /
..seen monkey swing runnin' underground rumbles.
Bundles of untouchable, killah mint plates/
gave a new meanin to the phrase paperweight kid.
Vapor trace sniffer canines, chased escape lines/
cased the premises, dismemberin' the grapevine.
Third-Eyed the cape flyin', high above godson/
black chopper pilots had died from a shot lung.
Swapmeets where SWAT meets, coppin my proxy/
constantly observin' the verbal autopsy...

J.T.S.
11-15-2006, 12:56 PM
I reside in "crazy" slums everyday's "Redrum" where i'm from
"So so serious" about my "Destiny" tryin' to stay above water like "duckie"
I "Luv allah" for blessin and protecting me, "See me" building wit babies
"Nutthin" about me's shady, degrees "We got it" from older Gods lately
shit amaze me niggas "Ballin" til' their "64" if they survive street warz
u know my style par bringin' ruckus like wu, and "Black knights of the northstarr"

J.T.S.
11-15-2006, 01:02 PM
Who is this ravenous creature...
Burning the Christ piece...till it turns Bronze, The Nazareth speaks...
Droppin' Mathematics in Arabian Knights
With Murders happening Freely...always Raising the Trife
Spoken is Really Heat...
Maybe an Atheist...But The Baptist and I could Join Forces and Kill A Priest
You'll Witness The Rap Heist...
When the War Clouds the Earth...it turns Bright Days to Black Knights
He's A True Master...Cappin' Donnas with Max Heaters
That'll Have You Not Found like a pic of a Black Jesus
I Kill Armies...You're Guys Go Trembling
Cause the Deadly Venom given has No Remedy
Vomiting Lungs...and the Toilet'll Tell em Stop
Cause You're Met with 9 Berretas to your Face at 12 o'Clock
The 9th Prince Spitting...The King Just Watches
The Hillside Scrambling...you think he Just Spotted
The Truth...Cause his Facials Be Looking ALL Real
It's All Felt...touch my book...watch your Arm Mel-t
See...its Nothing to The Spic, Ya'll Know
That He's Dreaming like...one day...My Klick Gon' Blow
Doing All Sorts..of verses out
You cant come to the dirty south...you have to Start North
Catching the cold flow...like Ice Water...Thru this...
It'll be very evident...my Bastards are Ruthless..
like a Baby Aborted...and its True, You Stupid
Cause i got more animals than Zus in Brooklyn
You Little Boys...With nicknames Like Sugar that Bang Bang
But Couldnt Lift Mics...So you Hate on the Man, Damn
its that sad...the way i spit is Abomination
I Roll Deep...You could say My Clique is the Population
I Only Get Better with AIG...I Pass Through
you're a Bitch...You only cop the Cilvaringz you're Man Choose
But my Fam Is Royal...Little shit that we Mouth Can-
Put an end to your Streetlife...and make ya'll a House-Gang
I'm Demanding you Flow Once...
Or are you just another Fake Assasin who Show Guns
But never Plan to use em...The Problems Fixed...
Amongst The 5 Boroughs...I'll Plan to make Harlem 6th
You Start the shit...plainly, your More Stupid
Cause you're peeps and all of 'em Thieves Adore Units
Uplift this Planet and Run
Cause my scripts are untouchable-flames like a man on the Sun
After Arenas Pour...
They'll be no guessing to why everyone says that He Is Lord
See..I'm too sick...My Fingers itchin Too
Cause the Gun is given to the Ninjas in the Zoo
Ready to break out...with animals Willingly
Dirty South pirahnaas To West Coast Killer bees
and its no real way to explain killers
But motives could turn Budda Monks to GraveDiggaz
Its Proof that Raps Buried - under the dirt
Wanted a verse? I'll turnt you're shirt Blue to raspberry
You'll Turn To Beggaz...Praying like a Heroin Fiend
Selling Ancient Coins, American Cream
in the Black Market...Militias Are Stoppin You
And Shooting at a Chamber is the only way You'll Pop A Wu

Wu-Tang Clan Fam.

Heatrocks by spoken the metaphorical genius.

SHRAP
11-15-2006, 11:51 PM
heatrocks...

yall speak lots, get silenced by some fuckin Glocks
leave the weak shot in parkin lots while hoes suckin cocks
let you bleed out, laugh at you while you lay dying
aint got your ho ass killed yet but dont act like you aint tryin
straight pryin, spyin tryna peak on my peep show
dont matter what she speak she cant talk and deep throat
creep slow through the street yo i got a deadly weapon
no warning shots bitch, run up, you fatally steppin
your type was made to be steppin, lil cowards bwoys
bitch im never playin wit these high powered toys
just straight do it, detect you wet you and forget you
aint nothin but dead food not knowin who you step to
select two bitches one for each of my nuts bitch
run up young bwoy and ill teach you some stuff quick
fatal mistake got him dead layin in a draped coffin bed
lil bitch shoulda listened to what his superior said

ArcherPriest
11-16-2006, 12:43 AM
superior said...
King spits wit a furry of lead
Amoungst a hung Jury of Dead
Conspirators... son's surely inferior
on mics.. head stike witta lead pipe
got ya wettin the bed like...
newborns... when I rose from the soil
'n grew horns... smoke foils to cure bordem
coke's boiled... I serve forums
un-cut... raw frees keep me one up
Birds see me ....become sluts
cops see me 'n slugs buck
dumb fucks witta gun up
push shells into one's guts
Leavin slain frame's displayed
sunk in nameless graves
ya game's played.. ask Flava Flav
ya times up...

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 05:56 PM
Yo King blessed the thread, with a deathbed - flurry of lead/
messed up heads wit his corp member cred'.
Cant fuc wit', touch it, trust me its tough kid/
SpOk3N word wrote the notes for u bustaz.
Shrap saw the clusters of unsuspecting hustlers/
told Noel to grab the sluggers, its gettin rough bitch.
Rusty punk spittaz, skunk niggas who stink god/
get sprayed wit AcidPhosphate to their link mod.
Think not u better than me, im bred m.c./
seen Dead Pres' wreck the weak threat enemies.
J.T.wit' the S-ence, readers started guessin'/
Dishonorable Don started teachin kids lessons.
Taught 'em bout the gym class killah Pimptastics/
warned 'em bout the SiCkARoCk volcanic active.
Lava charged hard like a flooded river/
while villagers hid behind the koncretegorilla.

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 08:38 PM
>

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 09:15 PM
I drew a new portrait of hoodlife, not goodlife/
moms yellin over gunfights kissin me goodnight.
Pulled the wool tight cos snakes bite in full moonlight/
knew i'd have to strap, pack more than just two mics.
Hoolies had the schoolyard surrounded/
tried to hide my mic but the hooligans found it.
Loudly crowds chanted my named, Earnest Wainwright/
since then ive beaten muthafuccas to stagefright.
Blazed the light blinders, braved the tight cyphas/
raised a jedi knight known to pilot x-vipers.
Deathstrike to starwipe, flash to the next scene/
next thing agreed was i needed some sex fiends.
Koncrete gotten older, the uncontrolled soldier/
sold the powder boulder when the juve was over.
Now im straight loungin, countin the scrilla/
Steele named Wainwright the koncretegorilla.

Bigot Hitman
11-17-2006, 09:36 PM
To koncrete:
I'ma hit this thread up wit somethin ill, wit my newest flow type, but give a while i'm watchin somethin right now

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 10:01 PM
all good.. ima lounge awhile aswel, but i'll keep the peepers on til u bark bac

Bigot Hitman
11-17-2006, 10:56 PM
A intangible cannibal, vital to the rap food chain
Apperance is untanable, on face, around the reds wraps blue viens
Can trap a flu strain, mutate it, then, bud and breed more
Assert my dominance, infect who hate it, flood like seashores
Insert some common sense, to a novice rapper
Slow his chatter, then i convert with a common tense
Close this chapter, open up a book of books
Based on a crook of crooks,
And the all the kings, with rooks he took
At a call he brings, a whole wall of rings
Stolen from rich, but those where the smallest things
Cash folded an ditched, and for those who will snitch
He stabed their colans with pitch,forks, left'em swollen an stitched
Feds was know'in his hits, but still couldn't stop it
Backup plans with wooden rockets, and drugs, he wouldn't stock it
Stored bags of imported coke in factories, high expectations
But had no connections, so feds couldn't hope to factor these
In they investigations
Posed as officials and arrested nations, of off duty cops
Watched all the jewels he dropped, an placed them in beauty locks
Sold in stores all over, the most success, through illegal means
Stored more in dover*, boast the best, died from a lethal beam

*Stored more in dover, stored more money in factories in dover (capital of delaware)

Bigot Hitman
11-17-2006, 11:03 PM
^^^After first 6 lines there's a crazy flow story

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 11:27 PM
goddamn homeboi.. that shit was mental yo!!
gimme the mic bac man, your burnin it up and i cant grip shit no more cos its too fuckin hot! lol nah foreal man, you hellfire ckuz, keep that good shit comin'

koncretegorilla
11-17-2006, 11:57 PM
Im callin storm troopers, all ruthless muthafuccas/
we live n direct and tearin roofs off the structures.
Ruptured lung busters, crushed under the pressure/
nothin could withstand the cyclonic weather.
It was tougher than leather embedded inside the 'jects/
grey skies covered me hijackin the lex.
Night wranglin cess' presented tense fallouts/
every stressed emcee had blown down the whorehouse.
North winds howled wu, the crowds grew louder/
warclouds hovered above the watchmans tower.
The power blacked, i lounged back, wrapped up the blunt/
wound back the counter attack til after lunch son.
Pumped up the windmill for infinite syllables/
air spun the miracle lyricals out the gristle.
Its critical for cynical spiritual individuals/
fillin in the space seems eternally dismal...

Bigot Hitman
11-18-2006, 01:03 AM
You gotta work on yo closers cuz u be spittin some crazy shit and the closer just tops it off. Yo flow with multi syablle words was wild on that verse.

koncretegorilla
11-18-2006, 01:13 AM
uhh.. got a bit loose on the tail end, idk wtf the topic was either.
It was like an assortment of weather/starwars/religion.. etc
wtf
^^^




Im crazy muthafucca shit im DaZEd n" kOnFu5eD/
jst Do wat i Say bitch, Dnt Say what i Do.
'Cos im private, my heirogliphs aint yet deciphered/
minus me the rhyme limelight loses brightness.
The tightness of the redesigned vitals, the mic title/
iron spiked belt held the hands of my rivals.
I lied im not retired, im hidin inside the spiral/
try approach me god, and ima go fucking tribal.
Mind my bad manners, bad habits n tactics/
the black magic, black jacket, carries the axes
Stashed behind the tech nines, alive n' active/
"wrong pocket bitch", that contains my hash hish.
My green grass pastures, graphically remastered/
plastered muthafuccas who tried to revamp shit.
Bitchsmacked the planet, backhanded the galaxy/
fuc goin global, im goin universal..
..Fuck commercial type fantasies, random advancements/
punkasses tryna fuckin swing from my branches.

koncretegorilla
11-18-2006, 01:22 AM
You gotta work on yo closers cuz u be spittin some crazy shit and the closer just tops it off. Yo flow with multi syablle words was wild on that verse.



yea foreal, i type it up in like 5 or wateva mins, quickly post it up then read the shit and think.. wtf !, i fucked up on the endin.
See how my last 1 turns out^^

oh yea. respect on the feedbac ckuz

J.T.S.
11-18-2006, 01:52 PM
I put on my tim boots ready to camp with my click
Practicing rhymes were gonna "enter da stage" with
Love spittin' for bucks, hoping shorties in the crowd don't buck-shots
Word to Sean, the price is a ended life, and monkey's behind bars for life
Sometimes i wonder like starang why niggas blow thou's on ice
The shinin' snatched by a cat with a smif n' wessun, brothers coco complexion
Niggas that bring Ruck never learned lessons, til they felt the "Magnum force"
It's heltah skeltah, sellin' the rock get caught you taking a trip up north
As haters see you shackled and breakout in laughter
You survived "The storm" working out in the yard with originoo gun clappaz
To return to the block to see your no longer the top dog
Still you have "no fear" gettin' money this year
Caught beef sippin' ya beer some cat hit you with a louieville sluggah damaged ya right ear

koncretegorilla
11-18-2006, 09:02 PM
Right here, right now, right left to the facial/
left ya snot blocked after the right to ya nasal.
Went right thru' ya anal, came out thru ya naval/
right passed the right gland, right hands was fatal.
Rhyme the times table, wire the line cables/
right now its mine wats left is your staples.
Im fight-typin for labels, who highly unstable/
right left n center wages paid under the table.
The signs told the mind old, write so they hold tight/
golden night rollers, strike bowlers, light-soldiers..
..white boulders sold right, like a giant bonanza/
nickel & dime gangstas turned diamond bankers.
Thank the all-righteous, most highest iirie divinal/
giftin' me the blessing of re-writing the bible.
Re-right the vitals, leftout the virals, hired disciples/
we doin it right this time god yea..


.. hahah "Yea Right !"

J.T.S.
11-19-2006, 01:20 PM
I'm broke so before i do a show promoters better show doe
I need bread n' butter, don't make me pull out the toast
I don't fuck hoes, i put em' on the street to make me money
Then i put it in the bank, got so many soldiers after me they coming in war tanks
Thank god i'm not dead yet, he said satan don't want u in hell your a nuisance
Been locked so many times cops memorized my finger-prints

Bigot Hitman
11-22-2006, 06:38 PM
I'ma start rippin all these fake hoods off
Get drug goods bought
Them sections wit no protection should cough/
Light the fire to the gasoline fighter
Punchlines flamed
All get burnt, you don't hafta be writers/
I stand biased, fuck u if u don't stand by us
Holes in heads if yo mans try us,
Expand my grands on land highest
Coke strands driest/
Reverse fans by us, change music perspectives
Lames abuse it, infected
And i don't do right things so i don't chose to correct it/
Traffic is hectic, profits from tropics
Still grip the mic, haters want me to drop it
Same who lit the pipe, try'in to switch my topics/
They get lynched n drop kicked, wit steel toed boots
Diggin deep but can't feel those roots
To real for most dudes/
They seen't me from far-away, and they close too
So i do what most do
Cook'em wit the heat, till they roast through/
Get'em shooken at the feet,
Face down lookin at the street/
Cops have'em book'in wit chiefs
And still get'em tooken for the wheat/

koncretegorilla
11-24-2006, 08:17 AM
The bruisin turned black-blue, ruptures included,
guts hung the fuc out and nobody knew shit.
Gruesome muthafuccas had moved the elusive,
stews souped wit' boost juice n' flammable fluids.
Who marked the x where the exit wound entered,
spent twenty rounds to his crown then left bitch.
Blessed the almighty, the most iirie, im lost rhymin,
got possibly locked up in defilin'.
The diamond line structure that cut the fuckin' head off,
bac on track now so muthafucca you best not..
..Breath-test koncrete with quick-settin' cement,
laid bricks so traders could spray wit the techs god.

koncretegorilla
11-28-2006, 05:32 AM
The Knowledge of Wisdom was mixed with Understanding,
gods built the cipher, while Zig-Zags was planting.
Original Man siezed lands for seed plans,
Supreme Math was used to teach the weak fam.
The free cultured vultures, pulsed uncontrollably,
as god soldiers held the golden rock solar-piece.
Old earth warriors built the foundation,
equality born inside the Now End Nation.
Three sixty ports cut one twenty reversals,
ciphers complete the circumference of the circle.
The power source refined the vital life journals,
U.N.I. verses were heard through the thermals.
Its mental comprehensive, extended ventures,
The First Nine Born formed the birth of five percenters.
Thanks to Clarence Smith, parameters had expanded,
13 came before the X capped the mathematics.
Before that was massive amounts of mad static,
Chaos ruled the mortal mans only known planet.
All thanks Muhammed son, Allah waakbah,
justice-love Father with regards from the hustler..



Let it be known - worldwide and universal that all man is God, but The Original Supreme-being Blackman is 'God Allah'.. Lord of All Worlds, The Most Highest, Everything that Is/Everwas/Ever shall Be..

peace and Jah bless gods.

Bigot Hitman
12-12-2006, 02:42 PM
Taxin fahsion bitch, my pockets is were yo cash went
Sweet rations,
Off the glass dish i snatch the last mint//
Black casket order'in, secure the border men
Any trust passers, slaughter them
An fuck A-ones, we rock imported timbs//
Never shorter spends, cream as long as rivers
Make yo kidney pass....fuckin stones to livers
Show the chrome, you shivered//
Shoot on sight homles, twist ya head like cyclones
And break yo teeth if you bite wrong//
This ain't the right song, for u to feed off of
Runnin at me wit the bullshit,
I'll blow yo feet off cuz//
Scared to pullshit, i got mechanic toolist status
Hispanic duelist rather, forceful, titanic cruel hits shatter//
Brace ya self, i'm rockin shit like rocket ships
Quick to chop a brick, sell it, an make my pockets thick//
Don't come weak testin,
Or we gon teach lessons,
In essence we be blessin, on how we leave cresent//
Shaped holes in skin, from rusted pipes, an busted lights,
Rappin on russian mics, only spit it hard if you crush it right//
Slay'in platoons, of bitch-type resisters
Pay'in the goons,
To pop they shit like the blisters//
From brothers to sisters, they all get snuffed
Lie to the dumb cops, bluffed
So now they all get cuffed//
Tough, frontin dudes get raped,
Then they crews get taped,
PLus they lose they papes//
Robbed by two big apes, silver back gorrila pack leader
the human bleeder,
Here's the acumen reader,
I'll take yo girl and have two men beat her//


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