Tell us how dope you are.
6 lines minimum.
Tell us how dope you are.
6 lines minimum.
im considered dope in the mind/
really there are true poets, and tha fact that they are hard to find//
im not ostentatious, im just like any other kat who's real/
im based on callin' out my own opinions, and showin' peoples what's tha deal//
i dont have to floss, or cop a vehicle with nice rims/
a prayer from the book of hyms, will settle the "ADVANCE to HIM"//
Im like the type to sit on the block and speak my mind freely/
and battle peeps for fun, cuz my style is RAW frequently//
........just being me, that's all that matters...........
im known ta pack gats, and strap maks, ta push at*tacks, at you wak cats//
i never flow for fun, i want cash and hoes or done, i make fags pled i blow for fun//
no open chance, ta beat my spoken plans, reach for life wit hopin hands//
im a kid so dope i been burnin like drugs/
my rhymes hold gats they self and open ya mug/
i roll wannabes up like im smokin a thug/
like lil boy toys i leave fags broke on the rug/
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Mastering musical arts has been my blessin from the start
When ive reached my peak, ill b teachin lessons in parks
I encourage any of you to look for a flaw in sabotage
Y'all know i aint just ill, 4 the plauge im the cause
I embarass emcees, swallow'em whole like jaws
my verse got graphic imagery like drawin a collage
Y'all crazy, there aint no extinguishing me
y'all lazy, u dont know as much english as me
im tha illest and ull take u down the realest path
expose you to my heat, retreat from the blast
you cant enter this radious its strictly forbidden
i can make you a new person - ud change ur religion
make you follow others footsteps is the abilities i posess
along with agility and artillary im like a virus that infests
I am da AZIAN Mackdaddy
My ego is uplifting as I start to “increase”
I start having more mates than a chess piece
As the irish put it I have the lucky charm
Cause I get more booty than a prison farm
I can make even the shyest chicks holler and moan
They call me the weed because I’m “overgrown”
My rhymes "make em' say uh" like master P/
i spit so sick they name diseases after me//
faster be that blaster key that erase ya system/
i flow so perfect and rap with flawless rythm//
i make bitchs barf like chokin you twice/
flows so i hott i over threw christ//
dam im hott/ man yall nott//
CHECK OUT THE NEW TRACK "Da Struggle"
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I Admire Blu Mami, Cuz She Is The Only Non-lyer/
So This Diss/ Is To Dissmiss/ Willkill4money-sabotage-state Of Mind-and Bfire/ Cuz All Of Yall Is Typin Weak Shit/"i Wrote This Last Week" Shit/ I Heard Ya Song Willkill4money/ To Tell Ya Tha Truth, Me And My Niggas Thought It Was Funny/ State Of Mind, At First I Thought You Could Be Cavi/
I Didnt Even Read Ya Verse Once U Said U Was A Mac Daddy./ Sabotage Is Filled With Those Flows Thats Bootylicious/ Except That Girl, Yall Niggas Styles Is Dusty Like Antique Dishes./ If U Got A Problems, I Am Victorious In All Battles/ But I Will Warn U, My Lyrics Hit Niggas Like Paddles/ LAST BUT NOT FIRST, BFIRE./ DONT TRY TO FOOL THE WORLD THAT SHIT MEANS BON-FIRE./ I DONT EVEN TAKE U SERIOUS, YOUR NOT A LYRICIS/ YA STYLE SO WAK I CANT BELIEVE I EVEN PUT U IN THIS DISS/
Last edited by johnboyrtc20; March 23rd, 2004 at 01:40 AM
Eastside Long Beach Rollin Twenty Crip
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Im so ill, cats call me the black death,
Taking millions of lives, with my sumbliminal lyrics,
Rippin fake cats, to their hysterics, No demerits,
Freestyle the illest shit possible, It's immpossible,
My old lyrics are so valuble there like fossil-fuel,
Treatin the commin emcee, like there an iraqy muel,
Soft Focus
...The Return Of The Legends...
im sicker den a newborn baby from magic johnson
wen i spit u better be in caution
i aint no dentist but im steady flossin
if u got beef my black buddy can solve ya problem
note to self "FUCK ALL OF DEM"
Eynce fit wit Wheat tims wit he fold down brim
fitted hat wit the sixer emblem
flow just simply splended
I use serious lyrics to paint the clearest, shearest ima~ges
Kelly Rowlands real dilemma~is that my jizz is danglin' from her ears
I get distrubing impulses, like when ur girls flirtin wit me i get nauseous
then i feel like curbin' u til your shirts stained with spagetthi sauces
I'll never hide, I survive, and refuse to wither and die
don't reply, cuz u'll get merked, i'm not one u wanna jerk
I roll in shit, and never take baths, cause I'm sicker than R.Kelly's private stash of photographs/I got four knuckles and a fuck-u-finger, so fuck straps and gats
With style so pimp, that I would'nt give 1 slut, 1 buck, for a dicksuck/
I gotta' straight punch, but I eat lunch widdan' uppercut/
Crip walkin' through Afghanistan, with a batter-ram,with a Bush maskon, lookin' for the taliban/Minimize a rival's lifespan, Oh, shit see ya'll later I got a C.A.T scan
I merk dawgs quick like premature jerks, when im going beserk Im above this earth,
Floating as im high, I sting like killer bee's, I take other MC's and beat em with eeze.
Creating, inovating confusion in your soul, i'll bend you like beckham cuz im in control.
I can lip sink while I drink consuming blue ink, I spit out my scriptures before I have chance to think.
Im no average MC I'll cap cats like mike myers, lift ya hat back and suspend you without wires.
Im changing careers cuz im the boss of the past, they call me unbreakable im no Mr Glass.
Im bad to the bone, spittin strait from my dome,
I will leave you speechless, not even a whisper or moan,
Cos my flow is hot two ways, its the same who says,
Hittin you hard leavin you wit nutin but bad pains,
I switch lanes, still keep runnin the show,
My lyrics is too fast like a car sittin low.
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The streets is here..................
my rhymes are so fine that rappers who read this gets insomnia
I'm so fucking dope that they ran out of coke in columbia
too little dopeness that emcees are feeling hopeless
I wrote this like that but these cats cannot cope this
I blow this cypher up like a motherfucker johnny depp
my namesake went far but he ain't even close to my repp
"You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold
but it's the respect you hold, that's underground." - KRS-One