drop some shit lets c whos dope

[SLOE JIN]

Introducin' "Volume"

Time to take shots at the air like John Rambo
Volume is the siccest thing comin nothing u can ever handle/
pourin out hot shit like wax on candles/
west coast mafia like godfathers buried alive/fuck i ain't shyne/let him do his tyme/think about what he did/quit blamin diddy for his crime/bitch nigga/this is what its about/put the pistol in your mouth/pistol whip ya spouse/take out ya click/with a banana drum with about 101 left in the clip/this ain't about stuntin'/not even about frontin/ is bout takin somethin for nothin/then my music is what's bumpin'/
cause i spit heat like a dragon/causin heat strokes
stayin' happy like gilmore/bitches askin for more/volume just finished fuckin ya bitch thats why her panties is on the floor/so this is for the mic that would not work/
turn up the VOLUME/cause this one's worth///

Volume ma fuccaz reppen dat country side up in the north ya feel me....

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

If you fuckin' with Code then let it be known //
My gun ain't a hoe but ya head'll get blown //
The West is my home...so accept the fact //
That once my shit drops...the West is back //
I keep a hand on a gat but I'm better with rap //
And everytime I cum through ya chic's wettin' her pants //
Trust that...and I love controversey //
Only dude in the Black Hole wearin' a Chargers jersey //
Never heard of me? Open up ya ears //
I'll have blood pourin' out ya mouth like ya throwin' up from beer //
I hope it's clear, when the smoke is clear //
I'm posted throwin' a DUB like Westcoast is here //
Let's be clear...my flows leave ya frozen //
And ya know I'm with ya ho cuz my stroke keeps 'em moanin' //
I'm the best thing goin'... //
And if chics was medals than I'd have more gold than Jesse Owens //

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

you can claim to be dirty but i'm past absurd with it,
you couldn't be ANY BETTER in a blackjack tournament/
your style, gets an EDDIE MURPHY laugh perverted kid,
cause I'm RAW on the stage like fear factor burgers sit//
I'm not here to brag, but these facts are pertinent,
I'm the dopest on a track since crack got served to tricks/
I'm living proof you can rap without actin murderous,
so tell the truth, you're really just a actor perpin it//

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

Its time to arrest DAHEART in a cardiac manner
And fuck CPR, cause his rhymes are so damn bammer
Let that bitch expire and pass away like he never lived
a day on this earth, he's worthless so he better give
thanks and gratitude that I didnt just off him
with lyrical-lesterol, now DAHEART is just stoppin
Should of been dead by birth, and how did your mom miss
harpooning your ass when she was probing her uterus
A computer's equiped to hide the fact yous a bitch
But Im quick to find the glitch, and dismiss when I spit
Your probaly just mad that Im your rap cardiologist
Not coming from DAHEART, but Im cumming all on this bitch.

this and tim c's are the only ones that made me raise an eyebrow

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Are you fake or real/ that is the question/ pigs got me with possesion with a smith and wesson/ 2 grahms of coke hidden in my sock/ too lazy to snort it so i just smoked the rocks/ glocks cocked on the block cuz you know it stays hot/ Lets go toe 2 toe I keep it on lock/ I'm spittin this shit leaves ya feelin real dumb/ Off of that green and that 151/ Roll it up pass it cuz ya know left is the law/ I damn cried when ya mom took off her bra/ I'm off of some silly shit don't step ta mines/ I'm pushin them zips while you fuck with nickel and dimes/

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Tadou whats your problem you think that your hard/ From this fuckin forum you just been barrd/ Take your wack shit off the siccness homei it don't belong/ Homeboy tim-c spits it does ya ass wrong/ You speakin stupid shit nosense I don't undastand/ When you see me you skirt, Afraid of my backhand/ I be like wheres my bitches/ I leave you with stitches/ All fuckin day been diggin these ditches/ you gotta first class ticket to yo mothafuckin grave/ gotcha workin the corner cuz a nigga gotsta get paid/ Best bring me my money and a bottle of MD2020/ When you deliver the cargo bitch don't look at me funny/

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Watch out 4 my fyah powa I towa over cowards/ Fuck these little punks us gangasta's speakin louda/ I'm bout uh/ My mothafuckin bills I kill and drug deal/ Pop pills on the reals And still stack my skril/ I send ya in a hurse with a verse/ Gats burst it hurts it gets worse/ When you see me hit the flow oh no here i go/ With this flow that hits your dome you fuckin hoe/ I'm gonna let it all loose refuse to lose/ Make it look like an accident around yo neck is a nouse/ Some body call the doctor and oh here come the coppers/ I chillin in the cuts smokin a phat ass chopper/ I don't think it's registering in ya mothafuckin brain/ come fuck with me best bring your whol gang

 

[Chief 'N' Hay]

you ain't neva fought for SHIT except a TITTY TA SUCK....
i ain't even tryna battle.... cuz ya PRETTY AS FUCK....

gettin to close to ya keyboard.... is PUSHIN YA LUCK...
check dem bi-focalz.. cuz nobody else is READIN YA STUFF...
dude got all AMPED UP like he want it with MED-I-CINE...
i go to sleep 'n' BOMB the pipe dreams of all uh deez VET-ER-ANS-

listen to em type back 'n' forth with "WTF's" n "I'M-BETTA-DENS"

somebody tell ROLOC we got the net version of
EM-I-NEM-

"BLOCK" virgins....
i'm not buyin the b.s. that u SELLIN-DEM..
i've heard of studio gangsta....
but you doin type-by's 'n' KILLIN-EM?

i used to frequent this FORUM just to pollish my SKILLS...

but there's so many gangstas here now days...
i guess all the rillas got KILLED....

med man

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Ride or die with mines bitch fuck yo crew/ Always in the dark yall niggas call me who/ A ghost that posts on the westcoast with my folks and locs who smoke with pockets on broke no joke/ Doin niggas bad the shit is tragic/ got skills 4 days you'd think it's magic/ I've had it with faggots that think they bout it/ when it comes time to rep you click they neva shout it/ Got glocks sparked at halle park scraps dyin in the yard hop in my car and go far/ I ain't even gettin hemped up by noone/ 151 rum/ chronic to lungs/

 

[Stealth]

Spittin a Hot 12. I'm lazy..

The realest still in-it, to spin-it-with-style/
We in-it to win-it, with grins-n-a-smile/
Ya fin'-to-be-wild, after watchin-me-type-this/
But fuck bein tight, cuz ur mockin-the-hype-shit//
I'm markin-my-mic-with, jewels and the rubies/
A veteran, headin-in, schoolin the newbies/
Ya knew-me, if not, then don't speak till your spoken/
My words like a potion. of death but more potent//
With quotients-divided like oceans-of-tides'/
When I calculate fate, you'll all be hopin-ya-die/
Cuz i've broken-ya-mind, just for somethin to laugh-at/
Think i even tried? Bitch, just shut up and pass-that

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Do you know where you at it's the 209/
It looks like your crew left ya bitch ass behind/
Situation on filth We bouts ta get dirty/
Whats the problem patna you look scared and worried/
There ain't no other that got shit on me/
Ya bouts to see the wrath of this almighty g/
Don't be a punk see me in the street/
I'll take you on and the whole fuckin fleet/

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

Callin out pretty boys when you're the metrosexual
that could be detrimental, bitch bless my genitals
so jealous of my rhymes and my necklace vegetables
this could get "physical" so homie check ya testicles
I'll crush your career like some insects with tenticles
you couldn't be any less respectable
unless you molested 10 year olds
but I'd expect nothing less from an incest infested home
you love to death my quotables
I'm breathing breath to soul-less flows
so I can turn around....
and turn their severed heads to totem-poles

 

[B.$tack]

I spit hot bars i shift hot cars 48 diamonds in my mouth a block star so fuck all these muthafuckin flos and shit
cause i really get dough from these zones i pitch
i got a bone to pick cause half cats actors
i really post on the block and count gs wit factors
yeah im a factor like that boy named rich
while most of these suckaz go broke 4 a bitch

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

I attack all dats wack with my back to the wall/
We ride till we die, ball till we fall/
I'm a cold blooded kat that spittin straight nonsense/
Put cha 6 feet in the groung sucka fuck my conscious/
Straight up with my shit i never bee hatin/
put an end to a bitch who perpetratin/
I'm worst than satin you fakin I'm shakin and makin/
Stack of bills in my pocket your life;s just been takin

 

[B.$tack]

I grit & grind on the block whlie ya type ya keys
young buck get off these nuts punk you as small as flees
ozs and gs you could only dream
while i get it every day like a daily routine
so murdaknowledge, you could spit ya nonsense
i over look that shit like ya fake and fraudgulence
cause the shit i talk about boy i really do
so you should take you great imaginatin ass to some fag art school

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

like my entourage, my reputation gets there before me
(why ain't you signed) cause them labels couldn't afford me
like the passion of Christ, they wanna tie me down and scourge me
cause I mock the cliche's, of murderers and born g's
or maybe it's because the women in your family adore me
if it weren't for their income, I'd be forced to support me
but think twice like my p's, they tried hard to abort me
til i kicked a whole in the womb, and I was born on 4th street
cops love to escort me, to the courthouse for lawsuits
til they see they "overlooked" my smarts like they got a "hawks view"
so don't cross me, with an "aim" like malvo, I'll "cross you"
toss you off the docks and watch you turn into a lost clue

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Now before i put one in ya ass i hits the fuckin dank/
Billstack try and see my shit i'm up there in the ranks/
I take a little to the nose so close to overdose/
Let me let you know patna i kill those who appose/
git off my back yo shit is wack like a hoe with a small ass rack/
the last thing you remember is the sound of my fuckin strap/
I'm at your home chrome to your dome so nigga hit the flow/
Ya bouts ta see the g in me hit surface and unload/
It's central valley northern cali reppin like no joke/
the only time you see my face is in the pistol smoke/

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

so whats crackin we turnin this into a battle thing or what

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

Ya got me shakin in my boots I needs ta take cover/
Popped a couple pills it's time for another/
best believe it's on and poppin when your spotted on the block/
Keep my name of your post and stay off my cock/
18 wit a bullet you marked 4 life/
Don't get married i'll just kill yo wife/
Close ya jaw patna i know you speechless/
I told ya once before you could't see this/

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

It's all in fun B.$tack right homie. Keep doin yo thang patna