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once again u itchin fo shitty rymes dat make no sense.

"his dad's is a Jew"

u get mo pathetic each time. u had a lil at first but now just notin.
 
"When you and pedimequeo decide to get gay"

"It’ll never happen though, cuz you’re, well, gay"

"Pedimequeo and lil g are so gay"

yo rymes aint notin but da same shit bein repeated.

i respond to originality. now bitch show me a lil personality.

u ain notin but a bitch dat say gay

wit u a faggot would have his way

haha u tryin to sound mean

i bet a gay man could make u scream.

but what can i say? u had it comin'

a lil bitch who betta start runnin'
 
cause u a lil bitch, it dont matta to me it just to reveal a lil bout yoself. u afraid to put up yo image to da face of a real nigga. cause yo apearance alone would be enough to shoot u down.
 
"you're an idiot. you have no clue"

"I am afraid that some white kid named Gordian"

i only need to quote u to expose yo ignorance.
 
Even, With no type of money

We still, Gotz to make it happen

Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin

Let em' know where ur from, I'm from the ghetto
 
Let me come to explain, How life is hardly the same

In the hood the baddest kids have the godliest names

Spider webs protect a large part of my frame

My moms bought me some ganes

Now they young god is insane

We party and hang, We load the car with them thangs

See it startin to vein, And make remarkable change

And ya'll know for a fact, My flow is raw as crack

I can go on tour in back and front of corner stores and raps

Watch the crowd applaud and clap, They can't ignore this cat

I'm here to fill a void in rap, Ain't no avoidin that

Dream team give life the ????? checks

I give ya my all, Nothin less or more than that
 
eh yo since you're over the internet, i can give you a diss

you guys are probably short white and fat just like MC chris

your rhyme style is rudimentary

i'll take you back to the elementary

generally, i'm sincere when i spit

but you'll go up in smoke like the bong rips that i hit

talking like you're gangster, flashing a mack 10

but your friends house for a sleepover is the farthest place that you been
 
i dont think u understand

a lil bitch like u can neva make a stand

especially spewing stupid shit

a real nigga couldnt even read it

witout a laugh or 2

cause now u just playin da fool.

no im axin u to stop

fo i show u da flop

o shit now u dead

my rymes leave everythin said

now please u officially been humiliated

but fo yo own sake dont let if go to yo head.
 
I'm from where they pop glocks and spit snubs

Grew up next door to chop shops and strip clubs

For me life was hell, I was twice as frail

Recievin ???? from jail, I was too nice to fill and sit inside a Rikkers cell

Brothers fight after 2 nights, Imagine how lifers feel

Sittin in a place where minor few survive to tell

I give ya my best, But still it aint good enough

Never rep the projects, My hood was just as tough

I played basketball with, Recovered alkaholics

Played baseball with those that sold 8 balls

Rap skills or crack skills, Whatever it take y'all

Pray to god the company dont see the roach on the wall
 
Lil G, put this in your blunt and smoke it:

How you ganna act like

Grease dont pop on the stove no more, moved on up

Double shot hennesey fill my cup

Triple choke smoke in a big black truck

Should I wild out, what the fuck!?!?!

How you gonna act like my rims ain?t clean

How you gonna ack like my neck don?t bling?

Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen

But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs

Cane, cane sugar man triple don't go

And I stop at a light, pull off so slow

But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro

So, daddy come home in a cadillac brome, cadillac brome??

Now don't it sound absurd

Claim college park where they flip them birds

Trick car alarms, then bend them curves

Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb

Worldwide hustlers get that dough

Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick

Keep a d eagle with an extra clip

Think it ain’t so, suck a dick!

Act like I just do rap

How you gonna act like I just ain’t strapped?

How you gonna act like I don’t push lacs?

Black eldorado, fifth wheel on back!

Ichy finger trigger, man, luda don’t squeeze

With a mac, with a glock i’ma make ’em say please

In the back, on block so the cops they freeze

And I’m so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?

Don’t it smell so sweet?

In decatur, where they pack that heat

And rob neighbors in the night creep, creep

I’ll see you later we’ll be in them streets...
 
So you guys are claiming that you're not gay and yet all you can say is "Show me a picture! I wanna see you!" You seem rather excited to see the faces of the other boys here.
 
I've got 2 of the illest flows, Around today

So i can rap either way, Which way yall want

Check it, Look, Com'on

With all the pain and scrutiny, It's hard to maintain in 2G

We ??????????, Police is trained to shoot me

Guess life is complicated, Wasn't the type to conversate it

Ever since my cousin Fashion in 6, Got incarcerated

One love to all my villans down for life

In the ghetto you learn to count with dykes

And run from jakes on mountain bikes

We scared on blown whites, But dont respect the housing types

We sit on crates, And watch em slowly as they grabs the light

Just as they fear it all

They send my peers up north, If the top of the ????? is off

Shed tears to get em' off

I rep for all my brothers caught in the jam

Up north in the can, I know they keep forcin your hand

Play your cards right, Ain't no more livin off the land

Then it's back to dominos, I whistle at all kinds of hoes

If rhymes was clothes, I have ill designer flows

Like hilfiger and iceberg, Da ill nigga with trife words

what now bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Since when do you live off the land in the ghetto? Last time I saw one I didn't mange to spot a farmer, rancher, or anything of the sort there, but maybe I'm overlooking people like you.
 
funny, so hows your little town of denise? it sounds nice. filled with pennies and twice as many mice, a perfect place for the homeless, go ahead, roam this, site, try to pick a fight, youre right, youre the baddest white, nigger in sight, so turn the bright-ness down, turn your smile to a frown, cuz smiling is for clowns, and since you claim hardness, filled with lardness, compare this nonsense to your battle chants, unirrelevant rants, that stand no chance, strollin like prancer, a backstreet video dancer, im the commander, takin flight, and landing, standing, now sitting, and shitting, on your pillow, oh shit, its dark yellow, lookin like a marshmellow, yum, one more thing, it was topped with cumish cream.
 
humiliated and head don't rhyme my son

your raps focus in on niggers and guns

i'll take a sniper shot at your verse and blow it wide open

you'll never win shit with the way that you're flowing

if you wanna battle rap, well that's cool

cause when i spit my shit you'll be rendered a fool

man you're just a tool

repeating shit you hear 50 cent say

that guy's just a pawn in the game the record execs play

if you think the hood is magnificent, check your head

with raps like yours, you won't ever get street cred
 
Hey, now you know how we feel when you attempt to rap! Except that was better than anything you've done, so laugh another couple minutes and you'll get the feeling.
 
youve got nothing to say? choking. you gotta get outside of your little hardboy rapitude. it aint about being tough. put the words together to speak your mind, not talk about bein black, and bling, hard. unless thats all that you think about. hard black things that glimmer. ass clown
 
I think he's having sex with Pedmiqueo...give them a few hours and they'll be capable of sitting down again and therefore will be able to type. Then he'll have all sorts of stories to tell us about hard black(or probably white) things.
 
haha talk about sayin wats on yo mind. i lov da way all u fools diss gay people and yet dats all dats on yo mind. an second fuck u fool cause i can get mo bitches than u ever will.
 
yo yo yo wats dis 'bout dis f' be all up in yo gril dawg, shi' mang, i be 'bout to slap de dogshit out dis nigga yo. he be up in ma crib, i be lik' shet de do', an' he shet de do' an i kik'd his muffuggin' ass all up en down de hood yo
 
shi mang, dats wha' im sayin' fo'. all dis peece' in da hood yo, ain't no thang nigja' , deez nijja's be all up in der cuasin' dis shit dawg, muffuggus cant spake no englash' dog, de poleice com' doown' an' done stolded' maw' weed y'know, sheeeeeet son'
 
Alright, that's enough with the "saying what's on your mind" thing you copied from me. Maybe if you could come up with some ideas of your own I'd be a little easier on you, but until then I'm just going to do my best to tear you apart for being the little bitch that you are. And can't you come up with something better than "You guys are gay! I get lots of girls! Gay, gay gay!"
 
Ok. I'm going to call this out. Every single one of Lil_Gordian and pedmiquo's "freestyles" are a complete rip, word for word of rap songs.

The first one:



They played out, that's what niggaz were chanting

One nigga left and they said we ain't happening

People had thought we was finished and then done wit

But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit..



NWa - real niggaz.

The second one:



24-7

of 211's, 187's

Sending niggas to heaven

from empty lips of Mak 11's

It's money apers

1 team an 40 papers



You ripped a guy named JW. The freestlye he did is called 24-7 and can be found, here.

http://www.b-boys.com/rhymes2.html

The third one:



I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control

Then wrapped the 6-fo' 'round the telephone poll

I looked at my card and I said oh brother



Eazy e - boyz in the hood

The fourth one:



A bitch is a bitch

So if I'm poor or rich

I talk in the exact same pitch

Now, the title bitch don't apply to all women



Nwa - a bitch is a bitch.

Enough said.
 
yo ill quote myself from a earlier post

"yo usin otha rymes wadnt notin but an emperiment

cause all u muthafuckas are so fuckin ignorant"

we was puttin real rap songs so dat u fuckas could tell us its terrible an it was to prove dat none of u kno shit. da experiment turned out exactly as i thot.
 
Right. If people said the lyrics posted were terrible, how would that prove they don't know shit?

I like nwa as much as the next guy, but anyone in the hip hop industry will tell you that the lyrics are horrible

Go listen to some rakim, immortal technique, or nas. Go jack their lyrics, post it on here, and then if people cap on it you can tell them they don't know shit.
 
those are profesionial rappers. if i put those in i thot it would be funny when u fuckas told me my rymes were shit even tho they were done by profesional lyrical gangstas.
 
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