SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us how dope you are!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Let all of RB know just how bad of a motherfucker you are!
Tell us how dope you are!
I bring the dopest lyrics amongst the best,
I encounter more victories then lil Kim has sex
Everyone a vagina, for me to beat til theres bright red in your cheeks
And watch U all slowly die to my disease, rest in peace,
And U know what to do when U fall to Ur knees
Naptown's Finest, no doubt, All U niggas hoes if U aint down with tha South
there isnt peer pressure besides my pressure on peers,
make you choke, lookin for your flaws in the mirror//
i spit an uppercut that will make you slur your words,
have motherfuckers paranoid like 'chevy chase' in "the burbs"//
now understand that the crafts been mastered,
got the 'jeet kun do' of this rap shit, just ask bitch//
throw a foot sweep a couple levels above, then swipe your
confidence right out from under you bud//
and i dont care if you hate or you love,
just respect the skill, i know you cant get to it, its rough//
theres facts to face so face the facts,
Untouchable may be the finest, but im the GREAT FROM NAP//
Soundclick.com/VicetheVersa
Dope like the herion, you inject into your skin wit a needle.
People say I'm the best..........
And spread a dose of reality that's lethal.
I climbed steeples, when you couldn't climb a foot high fence.
When my lines come dope.......
MC's know that compared to my shit, yours don't make sense.
Cents of money being thrown into a fountain, u digging for them.
Any man talking shit about me......I drop a verse..
And whore him.
Before men, I created my claim to be a legend in this game.
My lines stay on the horizon, go up and down,
Farther then the defintion of my name.
im the hottest on this site/there is just no compare
to what i bring to the table/call me copper field
i work magic like a pro"poof"you disappear
but with this magic trick /you dont re-appear
no one gives me crap/cuz on a mic i murder it
ill stop typing raps /and type a death cerificit
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Im on the grind like tony hawk driving stick shift and forgetting the clutch
No one on this site realizesmy real talents
Im in this ATMOSPHERE tryin to find a balance
People be discussing whos hot as I lay underground
Not found but bound to succeed this turnaround
I got myself man, no jewelry to materialize me
People dont realize me tryin to disguise me
Lookin over past me to be flashy
I aint stayin clean but be real nasty
Poetic flow slow and fast with meaning
Not to be sellin out away to be appealing
Theres shit out there that look like a coon picnic
This shit I speak here send you to a clinic
Or a mental health facility killin ya ability
Takin ya credibility metaphorically by analogy
No need for ya apology for this wackness
It aint enough cause ya created sadness
The industy too busy too focus on this poetry
None yall can judge me cause ya simply dont know me
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"I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
- Martin Luther King Jr.
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View this from last year^
im amazing , i just hate to be bragging
when your ass i could be dragging .
thro the mud along wit ya name.
for trying to handle ya weak ass game.
i lay u out, in shame, there is no doubt!
stop your flow like a dry water spout.
FREE AGENT
SKRIBBLING TATTOOS ALL OVER U's
-Bored-
My level Oversees Dope, I Rhyme Like Everest Ski Slopes,
Beat "Most"? I Don't Even C Those,
Dis Piece Should Overthrow All Of These Free-Posts,
Fuk Kilos, My Weights Un-measured, Unsurmounted My Plain Iz Unteathered,
Coz Dis G's-Ruzin'-'em [Jerusalem] Like My Name Waz Goldberg Or Gellar,
Style 'n' Illness 2 Stellar, Underground -Glory Rock- Like Pete Sellers,
Influenced Bed Rockin' Streets Like Paul Wellar Wilin' Out Under Cellars,
Shine Out Frm Above Most, Like Spot Lights On Empire's Tug Post,
Lyrically Slug Most, Like Piru Ridin' Long Beaches Thug Coast,
Leave Street Rap Scenes Red Wen i Spread, Shed 'n' Shred Wit Vocab Dats iller,
Wit The Vastness Of Rappers Left Bled, Have 'Katz' Lookin' Like Gangs Of "Blood" Killers.
I ain't the dude to pick on sorry niggas
but every cat that step to me, is one of them type of niggas
i still holding this mic, it got to be a blessing
my purpose in life is to teach this sorry cats a lesson
I'm from THE LBC so yall better beware
When i lay hands on the mi,c the crowd say "the Champ Is here"
I'm a hustla, with the tightest clothes
with the tightest hoes, with the tightest flows
I got girls on me tough, they all tring to kiss me
Haters on me tough, always tring to dis me
who wouldn't want to me, i'm an O.G.
I'm above all these cats, Ya'll resting right below me
Im So Dope I Should Be/ Sold On The Streetz/
Most Of Rap Pussy /cuz They Are What They Eat/
Im Part Of Rapz Elite/they Scared To Put Me In That Forum/
Cuz Anybody That Battles/ Mortiz I Feel Bad For Em/
We Warrem/ Till They Raise White Flagz/
Mortiz Weight/xxx Like Porn Magz/
Rigor mORTIZITZ nOT WORTH IT SON[FONT=Tha ridge[/FONT]
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I swing the lyrical sword of sand,
and blend with the bland,
scanned for the pituitary gland,
dont understand,
rubber band man,
slammin the eldest hand, to gain upper command,
for commandos, viper lightening fast attacks,
hyper frightening acts, strapped from front to back,
holding axe, cracks your head, fed lyrical lead,
bread sheds blood red from this verbal judge dredd.
lyrical shots spread like shots from the gauge,
I wage while you stage holy wars,
I rage and slave you to die on the egypt shores,
rave, gave you the powers to save you,
smash you with bamboo, taboo, is how I repay you,
pay your respects to, the algorythm, I transform into mist and drift into mystism, you unequal to me,
overthrew you into the untrue debue of you.
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
yo this is flippin' skriptz....aimin both clips....at u mcee mis-fits....fuk y'all shit spits
im gon be straight up legendary....u dont compare G....shits so easy...ur girl gon 'please me
that was jus an opening taster
of wat im gonna achieve sooner or later
im gonna be bigga than an elephant pumped up on chromosones
so pay decadance 2 the kid with the killa verse on a microphone
im gonna rain down curses on these amatuers
wit ya lame played verses gonna attack these characters
im gonna break spines an cause a major fracture
wit my sick lines wit a high danger factor
my lyrics are so tite i get hate mail from the best of em
prolly cus i spit better than the rest of em
im unsigned but dont judge a book by its cover
im hard to find like a dyke stroke mother
so howz that from the mouth of a man.........who got niggaz hidin their face like wanted taleban
I'm a hustle believe I hold ki's
And chicks scared to ride me for fear of nosebleeds
And ain't a kid out now that can touch the dude
I tear bitches walls down like construction crews
I'm the best out now, yeah that's right black
If you disagree I'll leave yo brains on the railroad, mind on the right track
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i got the game tight up in the palm of my hand
last fool that tried died right where he stand/
we killa's out here and it aint a game to be playin
if you come through here ill merk you so i suggest you stay-in/
my soldiers on the streets got that shit on lock
they dont spit raps only keep a silence on the glock/
they'll make your body stop without leavin' any tracks
i love when you pussies try to put bullets through my vest
with your little toy mac's/
ill catch you on the highway, windows tinted and the top down
tec9 reachin' over top ready to put 4 holes in your crown/
you've got this shit burnin' through the back of your skull
the blade hurts more when you leave the tip of the knife dull/
so fuck what yall heard i be the king of these blocks
i got you kids puttin rocks in tube socks sneakin through with your new reeboks/
im new to this shit it aint no fuckin detox
but these youngin's will jack you and kick out ya front door locks/
my hands go up urs go down
fuck this wanna b ur a clown
i beat this nigga then leave em wit a frown
i say fuck u and i say it proud
this nigga aint shit in bed hiz girl and screamin loud
this rhyme sucks ass but im still doin ur girl and leavin witout a sound
i am really bored ........................
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