ill chop anybody
- Thread starter SYKO
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somebody gotta do it!
Chop Anybody??? Homie I dont think we've met-
You must be smokin strokin, to hard on ya ciggarette-
I like the confidence though, but after this dont give up-
Just take the fade join my fan club, & hold ya chin up-
Not yo average emcee, not gonna bring ya family in this-
Im a square off cause the tops my spot, got to defend it-
I love the competition though, "wont call you whack"-
But like movie south central, Im a introduce you to smack-
& I got ryhmes to top that, & whatever else's you dish out-
Got you loggin on the siccness seein if bones in the house-
Dont get me fucked up, cause theres alotta busterz in this-
Know the deal, I pull hoe cards & sneak up like a cutlass-
Its expected for me to flip, Tommorow its somethin new-
Me & my niggaz get low you kick flows, about shit we do-
Suggest ya ride slow, cause the next victim could be you-
I keep it real wit da ones lookin in & reveal the bitch!
Cause theres to many artist wit deals & really aint shit-
Chop Anybody??? Homie I dont think we've met-
You must be smokin strokin, to hard on ya ciggarette-
I like the confidence though, but after this dont give up-
Just take the fade join my fan club, & hold ya chin up-
Not yo average emcee, not gonna bring ya family in this-
Im a square off cause the tops my spot, got to defend it-
I love the competition though, "wont call you whack"-
But like movie south central, Im a introduce you to smack-
& I got ryhmes to top that, & whatever else's you dish out-
Got you loggin on the siccness seein if bones in the house-
Dont get me fucked up, cause theres alotta busterz in this-
Know the deal, I pull hoe cards & sneak up like a cutlass-
Its expected for me to flip, Tommorow its somethin new-
Me & my niggaz get low you kick flows, about shit we do-
Suggest ya ride slow, cause the next victim could be you-
I keep it real wit da ones lookin in & reveal the bitch!
Cause theres to many artist wit deals & really aint shit-
THIS NIGGA DONT WANT IT WIT ME TRUST ME BOSS PLAYAS CLICC LOL WE READY
look at u, runnin wild, SYKO, ur the siccness forgotten child/
top 5 wont have u, now yer schemin on them, not good enuf 2 be in the Top 10, just look at him screamin again, 4 recognition u tryna battle yer friends//
i’ll leave ya neck burstin wit blood squirtin outta ya chin, dam kid u cant win/
this dick spits trash-and, only wen i spit it from my lips do kids see ‘sick-acid’//
this SYKO blasted, stainless steel leaves u full a screams, the pain will feed, and that aint a necklace u wearin, those r anal beads//
please, stop bitchin, listen, only blind folks would stick u up 4 yer writtens/
u aint even beat Doe Stacks, get 2 quittin cuz that ur“raps” line was seriously bitten//
narrowly missin, quickenin, burstin thru dull, dont take this personal/
every lines personal, u dont wield 9’s u just abuse the rhymes, most a yer shits all hot like mines, (tru) why? cuz u IM me 2 approve all yer lines// (tru)
the ink dries, soon as i see yer shit im on the floor, u couldnt KO me if u gave a shoutout 2 every member of this board, this shits brutallity, in terms a textuallity, yer skills in question sorta like yer sexuallity//
really, u can trip over my skills, fall on the track, preachin in threads like Jesus Christ, U wak! well ‘Jesus‘, im Fact, and i’ll shatter yer ‘cross‘, so u can ‘carry this L on yer back’//
leave yer skull cracked, and slash u, with sharp lyrical grapples, then i’ll stab u, dreadfully, wit a pitchfork thru yer brain intentionally, so u can think ‘3 dimensionally’//
that shits inventive see, wit correct play on words, and the sickest way with verbs, i choose 2 ‘rip you in reverse’ too, just 2 say i gave birth 2 you//
u just lookin on like lurkers do, i lay the tracks down 4 the crown, a path u can never follow, i’m a lyrical fuckin ‘Boner’ on the beat yo, my acts ‘hard’ 2 follow!// I could count on 55 hands... all the mcs that I smack...//
call me saddam hussain...cause all the wins that I- rack...(IRAQ)//
you low on my priority list... so u kuwait (could wait)...//
I'm the number one stunna... while u just get 8 (ate)...//
Dog... I'll spit these flames on ya face... and bring hell to ya dome...//
battles over... words fold u like the end button on a cellular phone...//
you gang bang...? U a crip..? I'll put u in the deep blue ...blood spillin out ya veigns lookin 4 oxygen in the ICU... don't speak...//
get gutted wrapped and packaged... like hamburger meat...//
This rhyme collide with ya skull so hard... that three bones break...//
you got rippled pecks..? these nickle tecks... turn ya torso to a T bone steak...//
pimpsmoothrosta... serve u up at pondarosa...//
turn ya white bread nto brown wheat wit my tosta...//
godzilla status... but this not MIKE C...//
this PIMPSMOOTH... spittin 4 heads... till they wet... red and open like chocha...//
rethink... next time u think u can scrape this...//
cause this black nigga... cut rap niggas thats named after british rapists...//
I let off bars to rock niggaz-i build mountains wit scraps
the tan juice is so pure i'll have ya kids on crack
whats the deal black
u ripped ah few niggaz now u think u ah mack
i spit so good my old raps is used as throw backs
lets get to it -ya name says it - u barely SYKO( pure ass )
if there was a price for spitten-i'm sick-i might sell my snot
you aint ready little nigga- u rappen soft
u disrespecten the board wit garbage - i'm snatchen u off
u gotta bring cash on boards- cause credit is off
my spit game gets u crum-like i'm rippen you off
SYKO who - u sorta like ah waste of bars
got ate so many time u switched up to B-RAW
listen homie -its PIMPSMOOTH i'm the king whats up
i roll wit nothen but number one spittaz who defeaten us
BOSS PLAYAS -its 1700 block nigga- stay off the street
u the type nigga hate meat tryna squash the beef
you ever heard talk is cheap-gotta kill u creep
u verse me is pointless asshole little kids is weak
SYKO, I made you sick and now ya wordPLAY IS VOMIT
I'm RAPIN ya TOPIC, dotted your lines cause anything
Interesting you had to SAY I CHOPPED IT
Check ya battle versus PIMP, cause every good concept ya FRAMED I POSTED
It already, spits so heavy; my bat had 'SYKO RUNIN TA BASE FO'
Call him a casino, cause all he do is play UNDER THE TA-BLE
Like one of the fags who voted for ya
And what do blue balls have in common with SLAPPIN SHOTS?
Faggot, you really deservin to get SLAPPED AND SHOT
And that "lick shots" shit, I've RIPPED IT IN THE PAST
SYKO exposed too, he better have a "SECRET" IN THE ASS (the tampons)
He GOT them MEN BRAINED, walk in ya house like I'ma ROCK ya MEMBRANE
Cause SYKO stupid enough to LOCK himSELF AND
Fill the whole SPOT with MENTHANE (lol)
And LIGHT a MATCH, you better run if I SIGHT ya WATCH
The only time SYKO started flowin shit is when they PIPED his ASS
Fuck robbin you, I might only take the WHITEY'S CASH
They never got him out of San Francisco, he still TEACH FAGS
There are six in ya crew, well I got six in EACH GAT
Put three on ya ankles, cause your father wanna see you REACH THAT
You and your crew is retired "BI's" like GORE IS
I'ma hang you and ya moms from ya necks in the FOREST
So now you can show ya FAMILY TREE
I'm the baller here, when I'm SLAMMIN THIS BITCH
Nigguh, "you own me" namin your site after I BLAZED tha BOARD
You choked now and the words SPRAYED ya CHORDS
Don't worry the burner will leave your FACE like FREDDY's
Or you can get CHASED with the "pump" in a PLACE like GETTI
PIMP a Saint so you know I'm survivin the APOCALYPSE
And not only I'm doin it for rap but for me when I POP YA LIPS
look at u, runnin wild, SYKO, ur the siccness forgotten child/
top 5 wont have u, now yer schemin on them, not good enuf 2 be in the Top 10, just look at him screamin again, 4 recognition u tryna battle yer friends//
i’ll leave ya neck burstin wit blood squirtin outta ya chin, dam kid u cant win/
this dick spits trash-and, only wen i spit it from my lips do kids see ‘sick-acid’//
this SYKO blasted, stainless steel leaves u full a screams, the pain will feed, and that aint a necklace u wearin, those r anal beads//
please, stop bitchin, listen, only blind folks would stick u up 4 yer writtens/
u aint even beat Doe Stacks, get 2 quittin cuz that ur“raps” line was seriously bitten//
narrowly missin, quickenin, burstin thru dull, dont take this personal/
every lines personal, u dont wield 9’s u just abuse the rhymes, most a yer shits all hot like mines, (tru) why? cuz u IM me 2 approve all yer lines// (tru)
the ink dries, soon as i see yer shit im on the floor, u couldnt KO me if u gave a shoutout 2 every member of this board, this shits brutallity, in terms a textuallity, yer skills in question sorta like yer sexuallity//
really, u can trip over my skills, fall on the track, preachin in threads like Jesus Christ, U wak! well ‘Jesus‘, im Fact, and i’ll shatter yer ‘cross‘, so u can ‘carry this L on yer back’//
leave yer skull cracked, and slash u, with sharp lyrical grapples, then i’ll stab u, dreadfully, wit a pitchfork thru yer brain intentionally, so u can think ‘3 dimensionally’//
that shits inventive see, wit correct play on words, and the sickest way with verbs, i choose 2 ‘rip you in reverse’ too, just 2 say i gave birth 2 you//
u just lookin on like lurkers do, i lay the tracks down 4 the crown, a path u can never follow, i’m a lyrical fuckin ‘Boner’ on the beat yo, my acts ‘hard’ 2 follow!// I could count on 55 hands... all the mcs that I smack...//
call me saddam hussain...cause all the wins that I- rack...(IRAQ)//
you low on my priority list... so u kuwait (could wait)...//
I'm the number one stunna... while u just get 8 (ate)...//
Dog... I'll spit these flames on ya face... and bring hell to ya dome...//
battles over... words fold u like the end button on a cellular phone...//
you gang bang...? U a crip..? I'll put u in the deep blue ...blood spillin out ya veigns lookin 4 oxygen in the ICU... don't speak...//
get gutted wrapped and packaged... like hamburger meat...//
This rhyme collide with ya skull so hard... that three bones break...//
you got rippled pecks..? these nickle tecks... turn ya torso to a T bone steak...//
pimpsmoothrosta... serve u up at pondarosa...//
turn ya white bread nto brown wheat wit my tosta...//
godzilla status... but this not MIKE C...//
this PIMPSMOOTH... spittin 4 heads... till they wet... red and open like chocha...//
rethink... next time u think u can scrape this...//
cause this black nigga... cut rap niggas thats named after british rapists...//
I let off bars to rock niggaz-i build mountains wit scraps
the tan juice is so pure i'll have ya kids on crack
whats the deal black
u ripped ah few niggaz now u think u ah mack
i spit so good my old raps is used as throw backs
lets get to it -ya name says it - u barely SYKO( pure ass )
if there was a price for spitten-i'm sick-i might sell my snot
you aint ready little nigga- u rappen soft
u disrespecten the board wit garbage - i'm snatchen u off
u gotta bring cash on boards- cause credit is off
my spit game gets u crum-like i'm rippen you off
SYKO who - u sorta like ah waste of bars
got ate so many time u switched up to B-RAW
listen homie -its PIMPSMOOTH i'm the king whats up
i roll wit nothen but number one spittaz who defeaten us
BOSS PLAYAS -its 1700 block nigga- stay off the street
u the type nigga hate meat tryna squash the beef
you ever heard talk is cheap-gotta kill u creep
u verse me is pointless asshole little kids is weak
SYKO, I made you sick and now ya wordPLAY IS VOMIT
I'm RAPIN ya TOPIC, dotted your lines cause anything
Interesting you had to SAY I CHOPPED IT
Check ya battle versus PIMP, cause every good concept ya FRAMED I POSTED
It already, spits so heavy; my bat had 'SYKO RUNIN TA BASE FO'
Call him a casino, cause all he do is play UNDER THE TA-BLE
Like one of the fags who voted for ya
And what do blue balls have in common with SLAPPIN SHOTS?
Faggot, you really deservin to get SLAPPED AND SHOT
And that "lick shots" shit, I've RIPPED IT IN THE PAST
SYKO exposed too, he better have a "SECRET" IN THE ASS (the tampons)
He GOT them MEN BRAINED, walk in ya house like I'ma ROCK ya MEMBRANE
Cause SYKO stupid enough to LOCK himSELF AND
Fill the whole SPOT with MENTHANE (lol)
And LIGHT a MATCH, you better run if I SIGHT ya WATCH
The only time SYKO started flowin shit is when they PIPED his ASS
Fuck robbin you, I might only take the WHITEY'S CASH
They never got him out of San Francisco, he still TEACH FAGS
There are six in ya crew, well I got six in EACH GAT
Put three on ya ankles, cause your father wanna see you REACH THAT
You and your crew is retired "BI's" like GORE IS
I'ma hang you and ya moms from ya necks in the FOREST
So now you can show ya FAMILY TREE
I'm the baller here, when I'm SLAMMIN THIS BITCH
Nigguh, "you own me" namin your site after I BLAZED tha BOARD
You choked now and the words SPRAYED ya CHORDS
Don't worry the burner will leave your FACE like FREDDY's
Or you can get CHASED with the "pump" in a PLACE like GETTI
PIMP a Saint so you know I'm survivin the APOCALYPSE
And not only I'm doin it for rap but for me when I POP YA LIPS
SYKO.....
SYKO i bump ur shit out mah trunk everyday....itd be a privalidge to get a chance.....so ill throw down...
On ya cd track 6 be laced wit more than simplistics//
ur a square SYKO im sphereically lyrically gifted get lifted n stay X-plicit//
Pullin out ya wunnie laffin at yo ass like its funny i got more weed than i got money roll that shit up tight make the night right wit a honey(BLUNT)//
2 pounds of texas gold, 2 choclate blunts, ready for shit to unfold, not Cmokin weed is like a story thats untold, Cmokin greenz till i grow old die n grow mold i stand blowd while u stand wit a paycheck, *SOLD*//
my emotions are stone cold like a killa stuck in kill mode how u gunna chop shit up when i got u in pieces cryn for jesus as ur body parts errode//
being in shock is like being in slow mode gotcha jaw locked as i stirke with tha last blow a sucker punch for show im a feene for pain when im not hurtin i want more or ill explode//
how u figure i cant grow bigga shift the figga on ya paycheck nigga ,maybe ill stay on tha street n squeeze tha trigga//
remember why u started, then the place where u parted and darted for tha door of success in need for more feenin for money worse than powder for a cracc hore its tha same shit i said before i stay sicc on tha underground while u let the industry surround makin ur shit ice cold when once it was hot, all that celebrity bullshit could get u shot, stick to chilln flowin n controlin ur shit showin u aint playin when u spit//
i gotta get goin...//
not even sayin im betta but mane i dont back down to shit...especially a chance to show u a little sample of what i got...
SYK- i dont even have to say no hate....cuz u tha shit...n ima keep bumpin ya shit
PeaCe
~Cmoke
SYKO i bump ur shit out mah trunk everyday....itd be a privalidge to get a chance.....so ill throw down...
On ya cd track 6 be laced wit more than simplistics//
ur a square SYKO im sphereically lyrically gifted get lifted n stay X-plicit//
Pullin out ya wunnie laffin at yo ass like its funny i got more weed than i got money roll that shit up tight make the night right wit a honey(BLUNT)//
2 pounds of texas gold, 2 choclate blunts, ready for shit to unfold, not Cmokin weed is like a story thats untold, Cmokin greenz till i grow old die n grow mold i stand blowd while u stand wit a paycheck, *SOLD*//
my emotions are stone cold like a killa stuck in kill mode how u gunna chop shit up when i got u in pieces cryn for jesus as ur body parts errode//
being in shock is like being in slow mode gotcha jaw locked as i stirke with tha last blow a sucker punch for show im a feene for pain when im not hurtin i want more or ill explode//
how u figure i cant grow bigga shift the figga on ya paycheck nigga ,maybe ill stay on tha street n squeeze tha trigga//
remember why u started, then the place where u parted and darted for tha door of success in need for more feenin for money worse than powder for a cracc hore its tha same shit i said before i stay sicc on tha underground while u let the industry surround makin ur shit ice cold when once it was hot, all that celebrity bullshit could get u shot, stick to chilln flowin n controlin ur shit showin u aint playin when u spit//
i gotta get goin...//
not even sayin im betta but mane i dont back down to shit...especially a chance to show u a little sample of what i got...
SYK- i dont even have to say no hate....cuz u tha shit...n ima keep bumpin ya shit
PeaCe
~Cmoke
I stroke the mic like thick bitches in a line dancin
who is yall?im the rap version of maralyn manson
necrophillac strokin month old dead carcusis
u lame dumb def n blind like dyin from parkinsons
i rip shit like bitch clicks take licks sadistic
im outta the ordanairy coranry then sniff it
ya murda dance done played out wit cristopher reeves bein a cripple
you like old boy on little nicky rubbin ya nipples
fuckin bitches 509 it self is a kingdom swords swingin
you facin me is like 1 midget against 8 demons
i stay sceamin heathen
wit the rap of evil deacons
spittin raps about death to yall it sounds decent
i sent back tell em on 1e said that
cuz i wet raps leavin outta line 4-5 set backs
who is yall?im the rap version of maralyn manson
necrophillac strokin month old dead carcusis
u lame dumb def n blind like dyin from parkinsons
i rip shit like bitch clicks take licks sadistic
im outta the ordanairy coranry then sniff it
ya murda dance done played out wit cristopher reeves bein a cripple
you like old boy on little nicky rubbin ya nipples
fuckin bitches 509 it self is a kingdom swords swingin
you facin me is like 1 midget against 8 demons
i stay sceamin heathen
wit the rap of evil deacons
spittin raps about death to yall it sounds decent
i sent back tell em on 1e said that
cuz i wet raps leavin outta line 4-5 set backs
Aight, Fatal, i have to agree with you...Most people here do get passed up...But he's an artist, so everyone wants some reconision.
Syko, nice flow man, hope you keep postiN. Even though I KNoW, you gotta keep most of your work to yourself, we all still would like to hear some underground keystylin, or whatEveR you wanna call it. Keep it real man.
PeaCe
~Fawg
Syko, nice flow man, hope you keep postiN. Even though I KNoW, you gotta keep most of your work to yourself, we all still would like to hear some underground keystylin, or whatEveR you wanna call it. Keep it real man.
PeaCe
~Fawg