bulletz flying/people dieing/I aint lieing/over there itz nuttin but all tha time homisidez/there'z people dieing on both sidez/itz wack/over N Iraq/but I pray/every day/my brother can stay/N tha U.S.A/Bush a Sadam should fight one on one/Nsted of sendin out my popz oldist son/they probably doing it just for fun/they bitchez/cuz they got richez/fuck tha war letz have peace/& get back ta just fighten wit tha police/
Bay Recovery Movement
- Thread starter RIX
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walkin down tha scrreet,
jackkin niggas fo beats.
friday style chillin, on tha front porch.
got a blunt rolled. ready to scorch.
hella mischievious like that nigga LOKKI.
bout as high as that nigga SMOKEY.
fuckin hatin niggas, flakey a pie crust.
rollin shit up, tweakin, callin it angel dust.
cuz its a must, that we niggas ride on tha back of tha bus.
i got a gat on tha seamline, of my jeans.
leaning forward, callin it tha gangsta lean.
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add to it?
jackkin niggas fo beats.
friday style chillin, on tha front porch.
got a blunt rolled. ready to scorch.
hella mischievious like that nigga LOKKI.
bout as high as that nigga SMOKEY.
fuckin hatin niggas, flakey a pie crust.
rollin shit up, tweakin, callin it angel dust.
cuz its a must, that we niggas ride on tha back of tha bus.
i got a gat on tha seamline, of my jeans.
leaning forward, callin it tha gangsta lean.
............
add to it?
I lookin for a Gangsta Queen
but she aint no where to be seen
or even heard
iz she N Oakland or Hayward
oh shit I found her damn she tight
I love u mary jane but now I need a light
pass me tha lighter so I can hit her
blaze her put her up then forgit her
I love when I wit her
she makez me forgit every thing
she makez me feel like a King
better yet an Ace
I smoke her anytime & place
but she aint no where to be seen
or even heard
iz she N Oakland or Hayward
oh shit I found her damn she tight
I love u mary jane but now I need a light
pass me tha lighter so I can hit her
blaze her put her up then forgit her
I love when I wit her
she makez me forgit every thing
she makez me feel like a King
better yet an Ace
I smoke her anytime & place
My Song dissin Ja Fool what yall think of it???
50 already bombed on u like pearl Harbor/but I bout ta cut u up like a krazie Barbor/Ja I give u no respect/cuz u think u a thug wit intellect/dis rap iz derect/to u & tha I.N.C/U betta keep an eye on me/when I walk/& whatz dis wit u & 2Pac/only way he'd let u rap wit him iz when he'z gone & Burried/& ur supost to be a pimp but u married/so when ur wife gone u only pimp lotion/I know Iam causing a camotion/but I aint doing this tryin ta get a promotion/thiz iz how I feel/U a bitch fo reel/shit u aint got no skill/only reason u still rappin/iz not cuz ur cappin/itz cuz u get hoe'z pantiez wet/but later on they goinna regret/ever buying ur Cd/once they hear me/& no I aint tryin ta be like 50 or slim/I aint tryin ta be like them/but I feel 50 when he sayz u aint shit/so now I spittin sumtin u wont forgit/
50 already bombed on u like pearl Harbor/but I bout ta cut u up like a krazie Barbor/Ja I give u no respect/cuz u think u a thug wit intellect/dis rap iz derect/to u & tha I.N.C/U betta keep an eye on me/when I walk/& whatz dis wit u & 2Pac/only way he'd let u rap wit him iz when he'z gone & Burried/& ur supost to be a pimp but u married/so when ur wife gone u only pimp lotion/I know Iam causing a camotion/but I aint doing this tryin ta get a promotion/thiz iz how I feel/U a bitch fo reel/shit u aint got no skill/only reason u still rappin/iz not cuz ur cappin/itz cuz u get hoe'z pantiez wet/but later on they goinna regret/ever buying ur Cd/once they hear me/& no I aint tryin ta be like 50 or slim/I aint tryin ta be like them/but I feel 50 when he sayz u aint shit/so now I spittin sumtin u wont forgit/
I'm stayin on track in my course/ fall of the road i show no remorse/ i spit rhymes wit force/ revvin like a sports car wit horse/ Fuck analogies i'm straight truth/ no comparisons to disallude/ when i rap i dun prove/ why i get such high reviews/ Any kats wanna comment on it/ If it's nothing but shit talk witout backup i may as well vomit on it/ when i step to a mic i spit sonic on it/ Sick of hearin about these boasters/ I use their fuckin records as coasters/ Dizz the main attraction wit Kidd and rix on this thread/ post 50 is the beginnin this game will never be dead/ Leavin competition mislead/ Give me bills of any high denomination/ watch me leave the next man in abomination/ What's my inspiration/ Rappers who spit real shit/ make the listeners feel shit/ You on yo toes lookin up to me/ Old E IVs hook em up to me/ you kats like shooken up to me/
U speak of thingz that you dont under stand
best shut up before I shorten ur life spand
cuz u know what I got N my right hand
sumtin that can make ya say good night man
& u go to sleep for ever
thatz what happenz when u think ur clever
when u think u slick yet strong
at first Ill even play along
but soon az ya start talken shit
I start poppin shit
& I aint stoppin bitch
so u goinna call N a cop snitch
now I gotta take ya to tha draw bridge
or out to a codige
so u wont be seen
& so no one will hear u scream
thatz a fucked up skeam
but itz about ta cum tru
if ya dont shut tha fuck up foo
u on my last straw
hope u dont got a glass jaw
guess Iam goinna find out
Every one N Arizona goinna find out
that I lost my mind
but I still got my nine
so sum1 goinna be N trouble
if they keep fucken wit tha K.I Double
cuz Iam about to pop like a bouble
or even a balloon
if ya dont fucken stop actin like a bafoon
u goinna die soon
dont beleave me just try
cuz soon Iam goinna say good bye
best shut up before I shorten ur life spand
cuz u know what I got N my right hand
sumtin that can make ya say good night man
& u go to sleep for ever
thatz what happenz when u think ur clever
when u think u slick yet strong
at first Ill even play along
but soon az ya start talken shit
I start poppin shit
& I aint stoppin bitch
so u goinna call N a cop snitch
now I gotta take ya to tha draw bridge
or out to a codige
so u wont be seen
& so no one will hear u scream
thatz a fucked up skeam
but itz about ta cum tru
if ya dont shut tha fuck up foo
u on my last straw
hope u dont got a glass jaw
guess Iam goinna find out
Every one N Arizona goinna find out
that I lost my mind
but I still got my nine
so sum1 goinna be N trouble
if they keep fucken wit tha K.I Double
cuz Iam about to pop like a bouble
or even a balloon
if ya dont fucken stop actin like a bafoon
u goinna die soon
dont beleave me just try
cuz soon Iam goinna say good bye
i dont know if that was a diss/but to me ur words trully miss/ur comin at me like this/sit back and blow me kiss/it sounds like u drank to much criss/take a piss/cause ur words to me aint notin but a hiss/think ur startin an aftermath like dre/i know u smokin laced hay/not that cali bomb bay/i dont got a nine/have u ever done a crime/quit lyin/yo kidd keep tryin/my rhymes aint dyin/they fryin/u aint even mayen/if that rap wasnt for me fuck it/my rhymes come out like i untuck/i drop heat like puck did /some hoes try to fuck/but my spits get them stuck/like they dont have 4x4 caliber heat/keep rappin bout me and its defeat/wait intil we meet/i drop rhymes make u shake from u feet/drop u to the concrete/ur fifteen/ya ur rhymes sound kinda mean/homie im the dream team
This the way it going down/ this hostile posse is blastin thru your town c/reepin wit homiez from all different flavas/ you just might see us coming but your God ain't gonna save ya/ horrific ephiphanies when you just begin knowing/ you already surrounded this horns already been blowing/ do we look like a comet? are we human or not?/ you think we all aliens or KGB cosmonauts?/ We come rip through your stomach like stabbing a ceasarian/ delivery cuz it aint' me you niggas be buryin/ I flip to the next script, you still look Hungarian / Imma toss all you toss ups cuz your cancer's ovarian
Do me a fava & don't take this personal anybuddy. You know Iam not saying this to make you mad. Iam working on my battle flows & not hating NOBODY.
Do me a fava & don't take this personal anybuddy. You know Iam not saying this to make you mad. Iam working on my battle flows & not hating NOBODY.
Lord these were no fallen angels--they were holding it down for You.
Lord we sending You up a lil prayer /I know You can hear us You never don't care/ You keepin my family up in heaven right there/ all my homies that passed fly up high in the air / calling like angels that took every dare / and held it down for You even though life's not always fair/ I miss every one gone I see ghosts everywhere/ I can even remember the smell of their clean hair / and how when we cookin some grub we got somthin to share/ barbecue chicken wings and steak grilled up rare/ I remember these guys like they still are right there/ 'bout to strip off their shirt, get tattooed, then go bare/ then jump in the truck and find someone to scare/ they ran circles around me til I felt like a square/ remember how foos would imitate Sonny & Cher/ while downloadin mp3s from Napster and Bearshare/ I look at their pictures, sometimes I just stare/ and it feels like my heart pumps so hard it gonna tear / it's hurting so bad I feel pain everywhere/ and except in you, Lord, I have no hope anywhere/ I try to get going, but I just don't know where/ even tho I know somewhere can't be worse than nowhere/ I don't trust no reverand and I won't pay a sooth-sayer/ so I go out to feel sunshine, warming in daylight's glare / cuz I ain't one to hibernate long like a lonely ol' bear / I got to hear music and put songs in the air/ I got to run free like a stallion to a mare/ I got to live my life and brighten up this dark lair/ before I sleep and get chubby with a shape like a pear/Imma exercise a bit and run up the stair/ fittin to work for my homiez like Iam running for Mayor/ til all my muscles start achin, then I'll swallow a Bayer/ I don't need a razor and I'd never use Nair/ these hairy legs are the bombest cuz I got a strong pair / like the sideshow strongman str8 from the World's Fair/ tho Iam an ol' softie inside just like a CareBear/ or like Rix's Valentine's plan for his girl's "Build-A-Bear"/ I feel like Eminem saying "Where's My Snare" / as I play on my drumkit and beat rhythms from Slayer/while Im living my life clean now, cuz Iam so debonair /prayin my music gets broadcast on radio air/ Yes, all my homiez and You, Lord, know Imma tru down young playa.
Damn, Lord, I hope You have a sense of humor...Lord, please forgive me, I just ran out of rhymes. Do Your Holy-est thang and please keep ALL our soldiers safe.
I don't know who wrote this link.. but it's funny as hell.
http://community-2.webtv.net/panheadjosh/doc/page3.html
I can't help thinking whoever wrote it must have known my dad the hard way back in the day. He was a Native American/Scandanavian Viking paratrooping vet of WW2 and the Korean War and came home to fight hard for all kinds of workers' rights. Nothing but death stops a crazy tough as nails soldier, and I still feel his presence watchin my back always.
Lord we sending You up a lil prayer /I know You can hear us You never don't care/ You keepin my family up in heaven right there/ all my homies that passed fly up high in the air / calling like angels that took every dare / and held it down for You even though life's not always fair/ I miss every one gone I see ghosts everywhere/ I can even remember the smell of their clean hair / and how when we cookin some grub we got somthin to share/ barbecue chicken wings and steak grilled up rare/ I remember these guys like they still are right there/ 'bout to strip off their shirt, get tattooed, then go bare/ then jump in the truck and find someone to scare/ they ran circles around me til I felt like a square/ remember how foos would imitate Sonny & Cher/ while downloadin mp3s from Napster and Bearshare/ I look at their pictures, sometimes I just stare/ and it feels like my heart pumps so hard it gonna tear / it's hurting so bad I feel pain everywhere/ and except in you, Lord, I have no hope anywhere/ I try to get going, but I just don't know where/ even tho I know somewhere can't be worse than nowhere/ I don't trust no reverand and I won't pay a sooth-sayer/ so I go out to feel sunshine, warming in daylight's glare / cuz I ain't one to hibernate long like a lonely ol' bear / I got to hear music and put songs in the air/ I got to run free like a stallion to a mare/ I got to live my life and brighten up this dark lair/ before I sleep and get chubby with a shape like a pear/Imma exercise a bit and run up the stair/ fittin to work for my homiez like Iam running for Mayor/ til all my muscles start achin, then I'll swallow a Bayer/ I don't need a razor and I'd never use Nair/ these hairy legs are the bombest cuz I got a strong pair / like the sideshow strongman str8 from the World's Fair/ tho Iam an ol' softie inside just like a CareBear/ or like Rix's Valentine's plan for his girl's "Build-A-Bear"/ I feel like Eminem saying "Where's My Snare" / as I play on my drumkit and beat rhythms from Slayer/while Im living my life clean now, cuz Iam so debonair /prayin my music gets broadcast on radio air/ Yes, all my homiez and You, Lord, know Imma tru down young playa.
Damn, Lord, I hope You have a sense of humor...Lord, please forgive me, I just ran out of rhymes. Do Your Holy-est thang and please keep ALL our soldiers safe.
I don't know who wrote this link.. but it's funny as hell.
http://community-2.webtv.net/panheadjosh/doc/page3.html
I can't help thinking whoever wrote it must have known my dad the hard way back in the day. He was a Native American/Scandanavian Viking paratrooping vet of WW2 and the Korean War and came home to fight hard for all kinds of workers' rights. Nothing but death stops a crazy tough as nails soldier, and I still feel his presence watchin my back always.
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