Just rapping (add on)

[Stealth]

I got a belt drive table with a wicked touch/
A set of standard heads without a pitch adjust/
And if this ain't enough my platter is plastic/
I could shatter with a rap but it dont matter cuz its Acid
Just fathom all my raps with a little productions/
A high hat kick with a fiddle and percussion/
A rhythm and its bustin out a party track/
To get you pumpin like a motherfuckin heart attack/
Man this is hardly rap that i rep on my computer mic/
But everytime i spit it im still always prone to do it right/
I groove'n strike I'm fluent'n new enough to lack covictions/
To cop my album you'll be searchin for quarters like crack addictions/
I'm past the myth'n on a mission to blister whoever wants this/
So add the fuck on while I stop spittin to get my blunt lit


(Add on)

 

[Jabbz]

told ya not to speak, Jabbz drops the heat like he just ate some chile
it the bay mayne what's really, makin other rappers sound plain and silly

i'm smooth fittin, now tell me who's wit it, nobody on the scene wants it
i split the swish and chop the bud, to get the brown & green blunt lit

gimme a hundred, i'll hook up a sack bigger than you can hide in the car
you smoke that bagged shit, but playa please believe mine's in a jar

it's that sticky icky get you shitting yourself, make you blow your money plug
now what you know bout that playboy? i'm talkin bout that honey bud

 

[Rob S4]

I grabbed the mic and ended a fake cats existince/

Simple simplistics cause casuality statistics/

Bumpin D.E., Eric B and Rakim/

Fuck a Fabulous and Eminem/

Its time for the rhyme to reign supreme/

A dream and mic is all i have to light life/

 

[BETO916]

These bitches at my work /
actin' up again

so for lunch /
I had a pint and a Vicotin

back @ my desk /
emailin' and typin' memos

I would quit this shit /
if it wasn't for the vision & dental

no big deal, though /

I do my work & I'm done /

off to Capitol park mane /
to have some fun

got a girl in my buildin' /
always wears low tops

I call her lumberjack /
'cause she "Chop, chop, chop"

with no damn shame /

when I bust in her jaw /
she love to hear her name

I'm tellin' you mane /

That girls' the shit /

she got a donkey ass /
and a ostrich neck

I'm confused though, what am I to do? /

Because my supervisor /
is her main dude

I'm through /

I know it's stupid to risk it /
but..

there's nothin' like head @ the company picnic.

 

[JLMACN]

got a 57" Tv but its just fa show/
got a billfold full of money but the wadds for hoes/
clean cut clothes, new shoes so dont step on my toes/
im a hustla by nature, but a pimp too i suppose/
cant adjust game gotta keep it simple/
not for the fame, this shits all mental/
gold on my dental, not really but im thinkin bout that/
$600 for a 14k front wit bout 1/2 carat/
just goin off bout nothin, good shit to Stealth/
workin on my rhymes, but im liftin weights now for Health/
the cards im dealt,i play like a Texas Hold Em hand/
gotta a bitch in the South that wants me in TX holdin hands....

fuck it....whatever..
good shit stealth..

5000

 

[Deuce]

Bumpin D.E., Eric B and Rakim/

Fuck a Fabulous

LMAOOOOOOOOO whattup with niggas ? yea it's fuck fab ? but who the fuck is D.E. ? LMAOOOOOOOOOO subliminals subliminals...set the battle up dummy and quit da bitch shit.


Dunn somedays my niggas feelin' like we close to death an even closer to da jail /
But until either one fuck it, we got coke for sale /
Yeah ya boys be in houses, an they robbed da yay but never mines /
Few was brave, but da medics had um' hooked to da contraptions with da zig zag lines /
Moms askin why I sling base ? cause lifes a sport /
My niggas love da prison, I see 6 they names carved in da bench in court /
But in da hood we a pull a tec and smoke away any ''pussies'' visions /
Cause rican bullets known to ''cook a cat'' like da japaneese traditions/ ohh!!!

 

[Rob S4]

It wasnt Subliminal, take it how you want to take it. I dont care how cats take what I say. Fuck Fabulous hes a fag, and thats real talk.

 

[Deuce]

Subliminalsssssssss...set da battle dunn..and da rules say no shit talk to drop ya lil raps after you make ya comments nigga

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Da d's just sent snitches at me with taps an wires / so while da feens run to da local 8 ball supplier/ the boy might just be bagged with more bricks than that great wall in China /

Keyz a hustle, da duffle bag always hold bout a pound-a-treats / cause I be found-any-day-da-week / sellin da feens coke an pounds-a-sleet / that a have um hooked to respirators fa-bout-a-week /


Cause dunn when I hit the blocks its with da skag-an-da-cook out/
Burners ensured all da boy competition got a bag-an-took-out/
Now I got everyone in da hood eatin from the nobody-fag-to-da-look-out /

So u want beef u be runnin a hot fever /
we catch ya 6 in traffic, its ether /
Cause we ''pump ya whip'' with ''shell'' and we aint talking bout the ''gas'' either/
Or nah we just use the bitches/
cause dunn we got hoes that a get to ya an pop ya for a pair a bapes/
Cause we known to ''murk a pussy'' with a few ''tricks'' like da and1 mixtapes/

 

[Rob S4]

yada yada yada

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

I'm tired of y'all dissin'~the~Left... //
I stick the clip~in~the~tech *BLAT! BLAT!* put you children~to~bed //
You might say I'm kinda sick~in~the~head... //
Type of kid to make ya chest throw back like a Mitchell~N~Ness //
I got game like Jordan~n~Bryant... //
Pullin' hos all day, tell ya chick stop blowin'~my~Sidekick //
And fuck spittin' gold, my vocals~is~priceless //
Punchlines causin' moments~of~silence...[silent pause] //
I've already~been~locked~up... //
Stressed~with~a~glock~tucked, Feds find you dead~in~a~popped~trunk //
So keep hatin'~on~Rob... //
I do and say~what~I~want, no fear like I'm payin'~the~law //
I know y'all wana see me back~in~a~cell... //
No fam, no girl, no wealth straight rappin'~from~jail //
And what's worse? Y'all wanna see me casted~to~Hell //
So I'ma scream "fuck the world!" and put the gat~to~myself [BOOM!] //

 

[Anghellic831]

^^^^
good shit

 

[Cmoke]

gotta get that money but its latley got me stressin//
too much drama in my preset, got me second guessn//
but fuck it, i just sit back n relax//
with a 6 pack and the spliff wrapped//
gotta kick back n spit raps and just regress//
got lots ah words but half these bitches never see this//
cuz i dont spit to too many people//
maybe thats why when i spit its for myself and its on the real//
get what u gotta get, even if u gotta steal//
6 feet deep eventually all my pain can heal//
but right now its livin lavish all i wanna do is chill//
puffin on that purple got my eyes real pealed//
but i gotta end this cuz i got a bottle of henesy ta kill//.

 

[reppin_the_509]

it seems every where i go, these people are some snitchs,
i always wondered why everybody was some bitchs,
had a couple tight homies, lost touch with um now,
kicked it with one for 11 years and he taught me how,
to put it down for the northeast and still rock my navy blue,
and how to beat a fools ass if i had problems with his crew,
he got into baby mamma drama and is in a federal cage,
aint an atheast but i believe god dont listen when you pray,
but he did this time cause my homie didnt unload a duece or tre,
another day another souljah gone, why does it happen this way,


this was a hella quick keystyle, just some shit that was on my mind, if i took more time i woulda added some complexity, it is what it is though, props to everyone else for makin tight spits

 

[BETO916]

shit was tight...I got a homie from fresno..I think him and his wife are still up here...good peoples

 

[reppin_the_509]

^wow, that was almost random lol

 

[Greg Double]

Why Does It Happen This Way?

cuz these niggas on the street are Cappin To Prey//
till they let Rappin Give Way its gone be Straps and Decay//
but that aint my bag tho
i make craccinus beats that exposin these wack flows
on the 24 track-bro i take it back to the lab witha 4-0//
and work-it-out like tae-bo for it earn me a title

yeah, im opt to bust got hands in everything like an octopus
so drop the beat hit play on the midi controller
and ima drop the gospel like a holy roller

lol floze

 

[BETO916]

i make craccinus beats

???WTF???

crackin' ass beats....cracker ass beats...canibus beats...what is it?

 

[reppin_the_509]

^ crackin'ist beats < like the most craccin beats, example = the tightest beat < kinda like that

 

[reppin_the_509]

LMAOOOOOOOOO whattup with niggas ? yea it's fuck fab ? but who the fuck is D.E. ? LMAOOOOOOOOOO subliminals subliminals...set the battle up dummy and quit da bitch shit.


Dunn somedays my niggas feelin' like we close to death an even closer to da jail /
But until either one fuck it, we got coke for sale /
Yeah ya boys be in houses, an they robbed da yay but never mines /
Few was brave, but da medics had um' hooked to da contraptions with da zig zag lines /
Moms askin why I sling base ? cause lifes a sport /
My niggas love da prison, I see 6 they names carved in da bench in court /
But in da hood we a pull a tec and smoke away any ''pussies'' visions /
Cause rican bullets known to ''cook a cat'' like da japaneese traditions/ ohh!!!

and just to set you straight, that street dreams volume one is the shit, you aint knowin bout that. not fucc fab, fabs cool. end of story

 

[BETO916]

good lookin' mane....thanks for the help