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02-17-2008, 12:22 AM
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RIP ODB
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Jersey
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i got my foot in the door here at the temple of darts
joinin the ranks of all ya'll emcees explorin the arts i got the rhymes and words that leave all ya'll jaws fallin and i aint welcome back like katrina in n'awlins i'm lyrical wit it, sometimes even satyrical wit it a swarm of consonants and vowels attackin when i spit it theres just somethin i speak that make ya'll keep comin back like heath ledger to them pills tucked deep in his backpack just tryin to contribute somethin...all ya'll are holdin it down in here. |
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02-17-2008, 11:00 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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It’s the cubical monkey drunk junky
Punch drunk drinking ink pen stinking/ Now you’re rumbling wit the African jungle gymnast And the next generation Gorrilla Grodd in this justice arena/ My flows are odd and I got six hundred and sixty ways Of disabling that pussy demeanor/ Play phone tag wit the crew in the mirror After the thoughts I loot cha corpse/ I’m the remedy to all my enemies It’s necessary to have adversaries/ In this day and age phase the rays take the case Blaze up the place wit a smokers mentality/ Playing MK when I’m street fighting like RYU & KEN There ain’t no end in the way I play wit minds/ Got the grind scouted heavily doubted Rerouting ya routes around the proximity of the perimeter/ Why should I battle when I rattled that cage? When everyone voted the other way with just one sway/ I can point out cha flaws wit easy odds my shit be carted Leave you dusted and locked in like an Atari 800/ My pole position all requested addition spitting the wisdom Wickedly climbing the ladder in the Congo where everyone else goes/ Flow shrouded my presence residential areas max a million Caps are pealing swords are swinging and razors are shaving/ Weaponry behavior my raps be the poetic savoir Major blazers phase caser wit temporal tasters/
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02-18-2008, 07:55 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
Posts: 7,880
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Heres just a lil verse i was doing last night -------------------------------------------------------------- Obscure Thoughts [Verse 1] We eliminate the prey when we hunt in packs Shape up the frame before we take the snaps Line tracks and gum packs, attacks from the japs Microphone wraps, bum rushing like line backs Misinterpreted facts from inherited rats Set apart from the cats who dress up to the max Feelin dumb smart when their ego gets taxed And about to get smashed when we take em to task Undertaking dangerous missions, delegating ferocious villians Mass destruction derby’s causing paramount collisions Deaf listeners better listen when blind eyes begin to glisten No dissin on stage or we’ll beat ya'll into submission Ya overshot the step, with no remarkable effect Although we got a parable track record that most can never break Labour, back breaking, undertaking dubious relations With irate migrants bombed off their fragile stations [Chorus] Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few Points of interest, when we represent Wu We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu So step back as we continue to search & rescue [Verse 2) I come in my prime, fine lines come from my grimey mind Hailing from my UK shrine, I don a wu logo as a makeshift sign Order a devine mind to contemplate your sudden decline Poetic electric darts crafted outta psychosomatic vines Ever since i was nine i had visions set further in time Yousef styles too hard to define as they shoot up yer spine Open ended caskets contain the remnants of a master craftsmen Underground burial habitual serial baw flasher mashing Hemospheres, adhere and branch out like proverbial trees Abstractual roots for foots and wooden hands with nail leaves Vocalisation to another nation with no relation, with time to waste Eventually you will trace this back to the point in relative space, All eyes will embrace any card thats dealt, But still I hold the ace Gripping tight your emptiness like a rev on the mic, blown up face Underlying demonic thoughts disrupt fools on site Nothings left except the darkness of the deep night [Chorus] Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few Points of interest, when we represent Wu We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu So step back as we continue to search & rescue --------------------------------------------------------------
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02-19-2008, 01:30 PM
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Why not emcee I am from NYC & Upstate ya see
Just cuz I’m just sitting here typing out written Don’t mean you can’t get in a cipher or too/ While I’m spitting like sunflower seeds ripping flipping flows When you can put me on repeat and sit back in ya seat/ I got those flows like cigar smoke Lose one lung ya bound to choke/ My bars are never bound to break I break bars every time you shake/ Take a break ya rhymes are shedding skin Like you’re just another snake/ I wait for no man to put me on I bomb you like trains in the 80’s/ You better get cha self spayed or neutered Cuz my shit is about to become the future/ Whatever you recite my shit rewrites despite cha highlight I rely on flames blazing you weaklings at the gristle/ Spit it hard, soft and whatever these labels want But fuck them and all their limited gimmicks I mimics nobody/ I grip the mic tighter than any emcee with a white lighter Giving you knowledge like George Washington Irving/ Never am I drunk swerving I’m out maneuvering the competition Leaving you sucker emcees stuck and out of pole position/ I can give you a cut of the lyrics I spit But I’ll have to take stock outta records you blaze/ So don’t dare and test the best even now wit ya lame attempts It takes better efforts to spark it so I don’t start it unless I got the keys to spark it/
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02-19-2008, 04:28 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
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I guess i'll show these crabs how to rhyme
Check this demo its PS 1 Jampack I'll take it back to that unmapped time Make'in niggas react to my words Like a "fiend cat" reacts to a "bird" Move crowds like hitler Convince a mass anything Persuasion like a cobra to the fiddler Or the fiddler to cobra, whatever the atmosphere Writers don't practice here, i'll rain on'em like The flood the carried noah's ark With art like S.King, Throw Shadows over any spot light Get yo matches here
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 |
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02-20-2008, 12:56 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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Keep the masses on smashes, the wolverine of rap clashes
Rope-a-dope style like Cassius, my figure fours the fastest Burn a clique like i burn a spliff with inferno spits Hardcore rappers turning bitch from the contact hits Spray rapid, bust shots moonwalking niggas get clapped backwards Slap herbs, snatch furs off the back of birds, splashing Turning bodies to ashes in the midst of action Use whips for lashing, and kitans for eye gashing Bust shots while buses passing, the most thoro thrasher thrashing Tommy gun packer, witness assasin, niggas rock flamingo fashions catch bashings Running wild tactics trampling herbs ya heard the herd reaction
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02-21-2008, 10:33 PM
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aka Loc Daddy Supreme
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Australia
Age: 31
Posts: 2,958
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From the land of kangaroos, booze and didgeridoos,
Crews getting loose with a fridge’a cheap brews, I arise from thick ruins with the prize like Mick Doohan, And storm record companies, disguised as Rick Rubin, The sky’s a slick blue ‘n a breeze blows from the west, I sit watching a wave as a spray flows from its crest, Dressed in a vest to protect my neck and chest, If I second guess the sun I just might come up second best, Wreckin’ decks down at Beck’s it’s the next wave of DJ’s, These days too many shmucks are stuck in an MC phase, I felt the flames as I sweltered up in Delta’s heat haze, Thinkin’ how it might melt the vinyl now when the final beat plays, When a three way fued ensued on some he say she say, Then fists started flying and applying with no de-lay, Bodies moving in slow motion like this was an instant replay, Then I was snapped back to reality at last by blasts of sea spray, A sheet lays over the body of rap music, Not dead, but thin as a toothpick, and too sick, To fight the deadly cancer as it rages in his system, So he seeks out worthy soldiers and finds labels to enlist ‘em, But their assistance is too mild and resistance is futile, As the game goes to work and leaves the victims in two piles, One for those who flowed with the used and abused styles, And one for those who were dozed on despite going through trials- And tribulations when no station would embrace them, Execs who had chased them took their contracts and erased them, Cause they didn’t have the patience to stall, or balls to face them, So they chose to disgrace them…
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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
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---------------------------------------------------- five hitter splitter, never quit, spitting shit I deal all the cards and snatch all the chips Switchin kits like supes in Ny phones booths Causing gusts of wind to blow off yer highest roofs I set the example, with no thought or compassion Smahin mics of ya dome, then start harrasin Ya on the phone so ya act like yer not home Kickin in yer door and set about ya with our chrome Swords tackle broads, uppercuttin jaws, scrapin boards with claws Raisin pyramid blocks with abstract pictures that we draw With keyboard mic swipes all night, we grip it tight Impervious to any threats that ya might incite By a long shot is what you've got, and all ya need We plot over bongs fulled to the top, with skunk weed Never needin any help, always rhyme with supreme class Sendin phonies to saturns belt with a shuttle blast up they ass So we wont be seeing 'em for a while Some mourn while were crowning a happy head smile Violate the mic with a verbal projectile Extreme practices permit us to be exiled Off the isle we return rejuvinated from the spring With tropical telescopic optics exposin hotel killer stings We're the all singing and all dancing mic device kings A new perception of street life, is what we try to bring Through yer speaker sets to tear up ya dark projects We bring education without the need for a mock test Cos you learn from the lines, specifically tailoured to taste We dont waste no time so fuck and make haste ----------------------------------------------------
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02-22-2008, 11:58 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel
Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C. A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy?? Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief
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02-24-2008, 03:46 AM
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Masquerading in ya gym locker/ Flow flicker rip mic hogger Throw backs out like NFL Jerseys/ Emcees don’t get worried I ain’t stealing your honey away/ Cascade face ya fillet my grime time Align mind wit telepathic lines/ Predicting rhymes is my specialty Given the proper weaponry and familiar flows/ And I can glow in the dark like I’m the Green Lantern After facts you do the math when graffiti get graphed/ Blast off the instructs I deduct ya cost of my funds Duck these bars and start climbing up the ladder/ I pitter patter rhyme n scatter face the fatter Batter up I’m next to rep settle ya steps/ Whether you in cement blocks or mud made homes I got clones all over the place like Star Wars do/ Eyes may shine, devils may grind but death will soon rise Heaven never lies fetch the flies, I’m lord of the rhymes/ Gravitating to the bars I write magnetic intercepting any module I come in and never coddle ya lines are weak and somewhat horrible/ Cannibalize emcees wit empathy Weaponry be secondary / Wit educated burials deading all these 50 emcees Making them forty-nine causalities/ Embattled wit brail rating my levels wit chi-energy Jack Dempsy these suckers wit sole construction/ Concussion busting mics wit solar strikes Flaring up like flames wit more oxygen/ Consume your vitals wit diseases on beds we peeing on Bleed cha intestines out so I can rhyme about the danger/ You fade where the beat and the vocal meet Only producers like Primo and Madlib/ Can give me the extra umph to pump it up like Arnold I’m cold as a savage mastering ultra kinetic packages/ Blasting multiple rhythmatic syllables giving you contusions When I’m bruising the English language so don’t drive while using/ So when I decide to rip you can call me another ripper ripping And flipping multitudes of vocab that’ll take a stab at any man Wit a microphone in there hand trying to be the next Stan to get canned/
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02-24-2008, 12:24 PM
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RIP ODB
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Jersey
Posts: 83
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when i grab the mic, i open ears like gauges
elevatin your minds with rhymes and metaphors in small stages that scrubby white boy representin the jersey slums everybody got they piece of the pie, i'm rummagin for the crumbs but i'm ready for whateva man wheneva the time comes i'm just tryin to get heard and elevate my funds so i recite these street scriputres while the beat still drums a puppet on the string of the weed that made me dumb my words are droppin like bombs, explode then mushroom and leave the whole scene bloody like v tech classrooms I aint never leavin the game, man i love this art how the hell am i gonna stop? i aint dick cheneys heart
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02-25-2008, 07:36 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: ⌛
Posts: 7,880
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Hey Fam,heres a short freestyle to Mef's Uh-Huh Remix Intrumental that i just posted in my notebook...
-------------------------------------------------------------------- yeah, yo... I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay Crack ya dome wit the chrome batton, watch me strike ya ass home Microphone rapping tome as i roam, holding my head as my own Wu-Tang have shown me the unknown, spirits wrapped up in balms Glowing in sight, testing oppresive ingenious neutralistic bombs In futuristic qualms, we fight with the might of mecha ants enlarged As I bombard, I leave ya scarred cos my rhymes are fully supercharged Don't disregard my devine service or i'll catch ya mind off guard And watch you repel cos your force is neg-a-tively charged My main aim is to maintain my delicate state of my brain Cos my thoughts travel faster than a japanese bullet train Searchin terrain where i obtain the rights to conquor domains I discover new campaigns that phonies cant seem to contain Overshadow'in and blood damagin, breaking fools, then unraveling Spools with tools, I break all written rules, without travelling To any state of grace, My verses enclose my surreal magic My life's goes from strength to steel while yours stays sad & tragic I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay --------------------------------------------------------------------
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02-25-2008, 08:34 AM
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god power/DIAMANTE STYLEY
Join Date: Feb 2008
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DONT TALK TO GOD MAN, SNAGGLE SNAP YA WORD SLANG
BING COSBY SUCKIN LOLLIES WHITE MAN, RING BACK SLING CRACK HOMIE ROBEY LONELY BLOW ME KENOBI STRAPPED MACKED YA MAN SACK LIKE SAND WARRIOR GARBAGE WORD! TUEN YA PHONE DOT PUN SLUT ON YA FUN FUCK SLANG GOD PISS ON YA GRAVE ZONE BLOOD PISS COLONE FOAM BUTTER NUBBERJACKER FUDGEPACKER MOUTHBLASTA CATSER CASTRO VECTER CHARTER NIG LIFE NIGGERATE STYLE NICTONE SMOKESCREEN SANG SILENCED YA UNCLE MAGICK TEAM WHAT!!!! WHAT!!!! YOU CANT FUCK WIT DA SLANG GOD PIpi UP IN DIS MOFO REPRESENTIN |
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02-25-2008, 10:28 AM
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god power/DIAMANTE STYLEY
Join Date: Feb 2008
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Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum 8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God |
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