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J.T.S. 08-09-2007 11:02 AM

"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"
 
Freestyle to mobb deep's bLoodsport beat

Cables electrified by the electrician from the Southside
Underground hideout beneath the city lights
Get right nights rocking mics, battles by candlelight
Militant military life, soldier wit the most stripes
Like the White stripes we get paid from sponsoring rock
Rolling stones down hills, running over cops
Hot spots we flock on and set up shot
Guns pop at our arrival, rivals bodies get chopped
Wrapped and dropped off in front of the local butcher shop
Negative tunes knock from the benz drop-top
Grab a mop and slide the pine-sol cleanse the floor nice
Back-flip out a window, a pipe bomb incoming signals
Get low high fiends scream hear that explosion?
Warrior survivor, wit mcguyver knowledge has been chosen
Posers on corners posing, become victims of land erosions
Handguns i'm holding, barrels always smoking
Labs get broke in, u lambs get choked when, info's not spoken

J.T.S. 08-09-2007 03:21 PM

Freestyle to m.o.p.'s cold as ice beat

Contenders are tender in this rap game
Lames living it up, hip-hop's became "Soul train"
Leaving brains stained with horrific visions, and memories of pain
Smoke niggas like Mary Jane, insane menace stomping emcee's out like Cain
I dis-able ya frame, u know i'm able to reign
And remain the murderous master that buried ya remains
Some of ya'll need to be re-named wtf is a Young Joc?
snatch ya ice, for trying to ante-up wit the cops
Pop raps more disgusting than pork chops
And your thoughts are basic, a waste of a brain face it
Worried about a shitty watch, and bracelit
Watch ya back make sure ya bodyguards on his day shift
My speech drifts through ya conciousness
I conquer shit, wit spectacular, venacular, spits
Bitches throw fits over kids grabbing they asses, i throw fists
Hit lips watch em' fatten, slaying emcee's in a orderly fashion

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS 08-09-2007 05:50 PM

Freestyle over Chris Brown’s Running

Regardless of who’s the nicest?
Or who’s considered the tightest? /
It’s about who’s the brightest behind the mic is
Now if you can flow on site cha tight but can you write on spot/
I rock heat rocks flaming taking emcees out the ballpark
Hit cha pass the line all the way down ya spine/
Do you feel my grind I can come simple
And make the beat start to tremble/
I double day speed relay you ain’t a writer
You’re a biter for yourself and others/
Who the fuck is ya mother is she a money grubbing mofo
Or is she the stand up type, where you come from son/
C’mon speak up boy I ain’t here to waste my time
Yeah I’m ghetto and brollic all at the same time/
I can rip yo to shreds wit my complex décor
But can you handle the lyrics I deploy like WMD’s/
You ain’t facing the best even you’re dropping
The worst even wit no skills to be measure by anything even/
How you scrambling like Rex Grossman my flow is Randy Moss man
I run up the check like ya elders eating at the tightest restaurant/
So don’t give me that bullshit you’re this or that……
I can give you an exclusive like Chris Brown’s latest track
But cha still considered wack…. /

Sleep Sinatra 08-10-2007 02:49 PM

accapella apocalypse.......



in the temple of darts im quick 2 disasemble ya heart//
the lonely soldier at the gates controlling fate wit tha artz//
they-hate-that-im-smart cuz genius is next 2 insanity//
they flow plain while i blow jane spit an cause calamity//
drifting-off-mechanically im like a drone wit a soul mission//
seek-an-destroy leavin-them-boys they own victims//


just tryna contibute 2 the realness ....

led_mic 08-10-2007 04:52 PM

I blow your temple of darts into constiutent parts/
Reminding lonely crying soldiers of their fear of my smarts/
Mr. Sinatra fell asleep because he played himself out/
I suggest you follow suit and simply follow his route/

Sleep Sinatra 08-10-2007 05:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by led_mic (Post 871712)
I blow your temple of darts into constiutent parts/
Reminding lonely crying soldiers of their fear of my smarts/
Mr. Sinatra fell asleep because he played himself out/
I suggest you follow suit and simply follow his route/

tha fuck...this is a thread for building not battling....

led_mic 08-10-2007 05:01 PM

that was a freestyle to Rae's Incarcerated Scarfaces

led_mic 08-10-2007 05:04 PM

I was just showing a "crab" how to rhyme

Sleep Sinatra 08-10-2007 05:06 PM

...fuck outta here aint no nigga a crab except u .......but im thru wit ur immaturity

led_mic 08-10-2007 05:09 PM

This is supposed to be the Wu Tang site not an episode of fucking Oprah. Challenge me then and stop being such a fucking pussy.

Sleep Sinatra 08-10-2007 05:13 PM

WOW...set it up then bitch

led_mic 08-10-2007 05:19 PM

its up

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS 08-10-2007 09:55 PM

check this out something a lil different

Swordsmen apparel rhyming through wit the blades
So sick I filet catfish or salmon take your pick/
Ricochet linguist mystical spit transitional
Duel identity multi layered staircase stationary/
I’m elevated air evaporating water dripping
Sounds of an urban landscape I’m hearing/
Trains on the overpass my apartment complex
Checked the fourth floor, sword kept by every door/
New message alarm bells ringing snatched up my computer
Started to typically log on with username & pass code/
Brought up my MSN screen darted to those private email sites
Nahmean hit e’m wit the info read got it deleted it after my kinfolk/
Lived never for fear, after my first caper deleted my PDA
Copped my next assignment about six months later/
Suited up black to hand to my feet jumped
Out the fourth story window down to my black Kawasaki/
Ninja bike preferably took off about a hundred a soft
Quick grab seen the mail icon on da screen,
stopped in a darker ally to read/
Checked it out, story goes along the tallest building see a man
In the top floor offices, having a session of prostitution/
With this women secluded, I was to go and do a routine
Snatch and grab, if any gave me problems I was asked to eliminate them/
By whatever means I deemed necessary to control the situation/
Seemed a lil soggy so check my info farther realized
Its da Crime lord from before/
Now he’s trying to marginalized his company in order
to take out the competition making position
in question like a move in chess we rest
What’s next?/
Calling it corporate espionage, wit kidnapping action wit demands
Ransoming hands calling by there names was the plan/
I moved fast before the clock struck ten I was down or rather up
Ready grapple and swing cross evading security for another fifteen/
Swing on steel vines Tarzan style guillotine the cams
After scoping the scene I panther stalk down the vent shaft/
Gassing the building while covering my tracks
I encounter none on my behalf continue
My walk quicker than I thought/

To Be Continued………

Dr Sleepwalker 08-11-2007 07:08 AM

feelin' this thread..

some nice rhymes here

pea2e

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS 08-11-2007 09:45 PM

its nice to get the creative juices flowing AGAIN


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