Wednesday, May 13, 2009
a new freestyle, new update
ima join da BKa and by the way, who said crime doesent pay? got the papa in my pockets, got daflow lika rocket hedin straight into da sky, no lie, i can change da weatha, its wuteva, when i say im comin in stormin it aint the clouds, its gonna be me, if u were a slave, i would be free, dont argue wit a G its simple a bad idea, and if you do, you jus gunna feal F E A R so i suggest you go and hide if you dont, ill throw you in da trunk n take you for a ride, make it so the cops cant find ya body, when you learn karate you might be safe but only from ma rocks, not from ma glocks, or the fact, that the niggas on ma block will put some coins in a sock and beat the fuck outchu, thats all i gotta spit to let u know im legit but ill get some new ideas soon, you needa get sum poon-tang get some action while leavin you in tyraction is ma idea of fun, so im outa nikka and you're shit is done.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Ma Best written eva, normally im shit attem, comment yall..
alright...alright...that was sick but you gotta learn how to rhyme... regardless my rhymes will put you in the NEW YORK TIMES
I come with power to “defeat”, you gon need a MIC 2 STOP IT
I’ll probably stomp on you unintentionally cuz you MI-CRO-SCOPIC
I come with power to “defeat”, you gon need a MIC 2 STOP IT
I’ll probably stomp on you unintentionally cuz you MI-CRO-SCOPIC
Your “Rhymes a Joke” lemme guess, you couldn’t “find the scope”?
I’ll have you left just like your rhymes, cause your Rhymes is Broke
Imma Design your face just like a Kaleidoscope
If you anger me, my daggers gonna COLLIDE-with ya-THROAT
You act famous, maybe on your corner where you BUY~the~DOPE
But round here? I couldn’t find you with a MICROSCOPE
Sorry Kid, I really wish I could say I~SEE~YOU
But only time I do is when you in the I.C.U
When It comes 2 Rhymin I don’t care Christain, Catholic, Or Anglican
I’ll have u stunned so bad you’ll stand just like a MANICAN
I’m so hott, yet so cold, im like Jesus was
Only time u coulnd’t feel me’s under ANESTHESIA
SO baiscally I don' understand why u wanna b facing me
Im worth about 10 times more then your ACV
So tell me is it really me that your tryna battle?
10 cents your ACV, which is your ACTUAL CASH VALUE
I come in “storming”, “Whore, this” is Me, Im like a GLOBAL WARMING
SO Beware nikka, cause this IS your ONLY~WARNING
I’ll have you left just like your rhymes, cause your Rhymes is Broke
Imma Design your face just like a Kaleidoscope
If you anger me, my daggers gonna COLLIDE-with ya-THROAT
You act famous, maybe on your corner where you BUY~the~DOPE
But round here? I couldn’t find you with a MICROSCOPE
Sorry Kid, I really wish I could say I~SEE~YOU
But only time I do is when you in the I.C.U
When It comes 2 Rhymin I don’t care Christain, Catholic, Or Anglican
I’ll have u stunned so bad you’ll stand just like a MANICAN
I’m so hott, yet so cold, im like Jesus was
Only time u coulnd’t feel me’s under ANESTHESIA
SO baiscally I don' understand why u wanna b facing me
Im worth about 10 times more then your ACV
So tell me is it really me that your tryna battle?
10 cents your ACV, which is your ACTUAL CASH VALUE
I come in “storming”, “Whore, this” is Me, Im like a GLOBAL WARMING
SO Beware nikka, cause this IS your ONLY~WARNING
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I’ll throw ya gang sign up, and then spit on my hand” ~IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE~
In my top drop Benz got u next to me//extasy when u on top of me you sexin me//secretly undressin me beneath your eyes//i can feel it when you ride it between your thighs//mezmerised baby by the look in your face//i got u hypnotized the way you scream my name//theres not a thing in this world that could make me explain//i walk out you in a rush because you gowing insane//i might be a thug baby but i’ll be still getting mine//you best read between the line//good girls do bad thangs all the time!!!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
freestyle off of 50's, got money
i got money n you know ill neva lie, constand cash flow, yea im fly, i never try to cop a style, styles cop me, maybe its jus cus i resemble da b.I.G, whatever it is, i aint complainin or crying, you dis me and you gonna be dyin. i dont fuck with niggas on my block which is wh y ikeep my glock cocked, any bullshit you say, we'll kill you all day. We is da nikkas i roll wit although i dont got a crew, dont try n say a diss cus u a fool, gonna end up talkin bout ya fantasies of guys, and how all ya family members are gay, and play, with little broke bitches that say, the subways motto of 5$ footlong but thats wrong for me its 5$ double feet and ima make a song, about all da failures in life with wifes with strife, never stoppin keep it poppin, copping attitudes, kicks and nikes, all these niggas jus tryin ta be likeme.
freestyle off of the games one blood ( i aint)
it's finally gonna be a while till my ideas run dry, you dont know you can beat someone til lyou fginally try, against, me, winnin aint an option, theres only die, you cabn cry but it wont change the future, thats somethin only i can do, saying shit to me i already know, it like dej-vu. dont argue with ya fatha cus my futures goi farther then yur eva gonna see, cus im the B.I.G and might die at 23, but my flows within me, keep it real G, know i never stop till im on a CD got 5 lps and 300 tracks, wont stop till i got badboy on my back, looking at me and my career you'd never guess ida made it, but if Soulja did it i can too, dont be hatin cus i got more tracks than you, its nature, a part of life like takin a wife, and if i choose not to thats my own idea, fuck bitches overe there n right here, all day n all night, no i never sotp, only thing i hate is a fat ass cop and i keep my trigga pull, no im ya pop's know i never stop goin, till i hit the top, keepin my glock cocked and my heart beatin, dont steal my raps cus you gunna be caught cheatin.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Manny Diss, 26 year old guard at BPL, asshole Latin King wanna6e
Shut the fuck up, get a job, you aint no slob, aint a crip, or L.K, you a jew named lou! never stop till i drop, keep my glock cocked aimin at ya head ya dead, keep the trigga pulled know i never stop, livin da mack life, keepit hot, like da B.i.G know i got da flow in me, manny jus a little B.I.G wannabe, cus he cant get on my level, but you know he'll try everyday, even tho the world sees me as a nigga that neva plays, i inject venom in every verse, make manny's condition worse, never stop till he dies, he puts on a voodoo curse, stick needles in his body cus he knows i know karate, killim in 13 different ways and hes gayer than
Monday, March 30, 2009
Freestyle off of the last beat from 8 mile
Dont try to lie and say my flow isn't huge, yull neva be the one to choose, who sucesses da B.I.G, its neca gunna b u, might b me. Cus im his prodigy, imprint left on earth for all to see. Spitting logistic lyrics and rhymes make it a crime to be spittin so freely. neva lie, one day yull see me on a CD, can you feel me? i dont think so cus my flows as high in da sky as a rocket or my cash flow as soon as this recession ends, get a girlfriend shoot some shots off the end, of a sawed off, pistol, magnum, or 80. cal, dont be holdin ya hand out like you wanna be my pal, cus we aint homies, so blow me, slowly.
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