just bored spittin some shit add on if u want

[-TiM C-]

if you a square u won't feel what im talkin-about/ coroner walkin-around, takin pictures while they chalkin-you-out/ another suicide, what i mean's, you knew you'd-die.. and knowin the beef between you-and-i?/ one-of-us-dead, gun's-bust, catch one-in-the-head.. one in ya chest, barely breathin, stumblin-for-breath../
u weaker like a southpaw throwin a right-hook/ mad cuz my 8 bars demolished ya rhyme-book/

im bored and high

 

[King Dubb]

whats really real im hecksa keyed offa some indo-weed, to make me sleep//
cant sleep 2 deep cuz i get stuck between the sheetz, & i gotta love 4 the heat//
they call me dubb on the streetz, thats what i push on the sneak.. out on the creep- i serve em up, BC goes at two point three//
that means im losin profibility, but never willingly.. ill shank a sucka drillin me//
cuz im lyrically runnin more game than a millipede, there aint no killin- DUBB G//
24-7 in the black M.C. on the street, with all four barrells goin balls out to the peak//
ima fall out to get sleep, phone bills due in a little more than a week, and i aint got no scrill in my account to mutha fuckin EAT!!

some of that indonesia shiat

 

[Gothomrida]

~I step into cyphers with the best of you writers
~Lyrics spark friction like electrical fires
~I dealt with the liars grasp game like I held it with pliers
~Got bitches over the city that melt with desire
~Verbal pipe bomb an icon verses ridiculous
~Send you to O-bli-V-i-on in a hearst inconspicous
~Rip off a niggaz right arm hurt him continous
~So dark I cause the night harm murkin niggaz is strenous

 

[CURT B]

on a thread-wit-tim i drop missiles, bombs, and grenades except-the-pin// im the best-within, the best-without// spittin twisted linguistics that test-the-crowd// techs-is-loud, real shit// leave y'all in awe wit a peeled wig..

 

[King Dubb]

i dropped ya jaw and came sicc, came back in the nite witta concealed double finger trigger under my coat, drunk offa 80 proofs of some liquor and did it bigg//
rock ya shit like ya concert was fixed im blowin up, and thats unreal shockin yall its a white kid from the styx//
tell yall the deal, i want my piece.. tryin to do thangs that wont put me in the belly of the beast//
the rest is PEACE//

 

[CURT B]

im at work...

sittin in an office typin-shit// wanna write a 2 weeks letter tonight-and-quit// fuck this job and fuck-its-money// every 2 weeks get paid 140 bucks-in-twenties// wanna hit the block and go back-ta-d// would if i could but the feds is after-me// so i sit in this chair actin-a-slave// dreamin of slangin coke, doin a job that doesnt give me a fraction-of-pay..

 

[King Dubb]

fuck fractions of pay, i wanna see some action today//
cant get satisfaction, i get the stereo blastin.. the tv need 2 show my face//
knock out my boss so i can hit the street and floss, drop the t tops and peel out in front of a cop//
my madness wont stop, cuz i was born a crazy mofo.. box fulla glad bags confinscated by the popo//

just got up, i gotta go get me one of thoe "jobs"

 

[T.C]

i spit so slow that cats call me mollasas
my lyrics dont echo they stick to walls like plastic
the skills i mastered extend past cadence,
metaphors, lyrics and beats made in basements

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Never cross my murderous path, cuz like a blac cat //
I'm strapped prepared to blast to turn yo lucc bad //
Use bloodbaths to cleanse yo soul and fill it full o' wrath //
Strength lies within my hands with all the power to act //
Stuff broken bodies into barells, moonlight turns me feral //
I'm so clean I'll fucc ya dirty bitch and make her sterile //
My MP3'z are sicc just like STD'z //
I'm hard headed, fucc a bitch and damage the cervix //
I never gave a fucc I'm alwayz havin' rough sex //
Spill bloodstainz on ya brand new Gucci //
When I pump the juice from my brand new oozie //

 

[King Dubb]

you got the uzi, but ima utilize this doobie/
get me in the mood 2 get rude on a newbie/
since back in school i been a foo & yall aint knew-me/
after booty just a young sucka sneakin in movies/
but shinin deep like a ruby use the herbs 2 stay groovy/
down low like robert kelly im in the court so yall can sue me//

some shit in a 4 min span YA KNOW

 

[T.C]

ok im back again like micheal jordan
bringing excitement to a game that was boring
cats was ignoring but now they gonna listen
cuz lion ass niggas always be catching spinters
my rhymes' demented like professional wrestlers
hitting cats with bats and leaving em' in stretchers
its always somthing extra that cats wanna bring up
so i let em' have their speech before they get beat up.

 

[CURT B]

GET BEAT-UP WHEN I LET THE HEAT-BUST//
DROP TO YA KNEES AND MAKE LIKE A SQUIRREL, EAT-NUTS//
THESE WEAK-FUCKS WANNA DROP-ON-CURT//
BUT WHEN U STEP TO SIRCUT MY CHOP-GON-BURST//
KNOTS-GON-TURN, SICK-TO-YA-STOMACH//
HIT U WIT SIX-TIL-U-PLUMMIT//
FUCK IT, I DROP 3 BARS AND HAVE FOLKS STUCK-TO-MY-VERSE//
HAVE YA FAMILY CRYIN WHEN THEY WALK UP-TO-YA-HERSE//
IMA THUG-WIT-A-CURSE, PREDESTINED-TO-DIE//
I SPEAK-BEST-WHEN-IM-HIGH//
THATS THIS WEAKS-LESSON-GOOD-BYE//

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

I'm an emcee first, but no killer's worse, I'm second to none //
I'm quicc to kicc dust up to starch-ya-lungz //
I talk-with-gunz, enough force to knocc-the-sun //
Out of it's orbit, to start arm-a-ged-don //
I bust with wea-ponz, strong enough to disintegrate //
At an early age taught to deliver pain when I'm inflicted with rage //

 

[L.K.D]

hey yo let me aproach thiz battlefieldz / i got thiz whole game on sealed / capz get peeled / on catz with no body shield / ma rhymez revealed / causin conflictz / feelin crazy like convictz / first draft picked / never been tricked / like a cobra im strikin back / with a sword and a mac / first 2 blast / meanin you be tha first one 2 go fast.

 

[DaChroniclez]

even if i get blast, i come back like these cracker-jacks/
what happened-now? the beats-gon, and yall ain actin-wild/
think thats these rappin-acts'll make em feel-strong/
but when the streetz-call ya face turn red and ya teeth-drop/
ya gettin scared, ya soul teared but fear is not an option/
im the one-still-droppin, this lifestyle aint stoppin/
untill...
yall run-away, and I put my gun-away/
that happens every other-day, its just called "another-day"/
the city that i play-in, i tell-ya one thing it aint a joke/
"I wasnt the one sprayin!!!" ifeel-ya but still...ya gettin smoked/

 

[Gothomrida]

~My home's Flint suicidal pyscho pimp
~Lyrical Michael Vick when the light goes click
~I might throw fits I might blow scripts
~I like yo bitch cuz she bite mo dicks
~My flows flip like Tae bo kicks
~Why hoes trip when I arrive hoes strip

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Like Pac said I stay ridin' on my enemies //
Especially the ones who feel it necessary testin' me //
Siccer than Leprocy, got'chu shakin' like Epilepsy //
Like Alex Trebeck I put yo life into "Jeapardy" //
My Wesson be disconnected from my Smith //
Cuz I keep my Smith tucced and hidden behind one of my hips //
No more amuniton then I'm quicc to slit wrists //
Even if I had no limbz I'd be able to leave ya wig split //

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Bored...

I'm from Southern Cali where gangstaz ride all die //
If you've to Dago to be safe then you've come to the wrong place //
In the streets you can hear the sounds of the shots sprayed //
Shit's so tough even the cops stay strapped up with AK'z //
I can just look straight in yo face and tell that you bitch made //
I'm so sicc I'll deficate on ya bitch then ask her how my shit taste //
Think I'm playin'...I'll use my 12 gauge to give the tip of ya lips a sicc taste //
Still think I'm playin'...then go ask ya moms, sister, and wife how the tip of my dicc taste //

 

[DJ Naproxen]

WHAT UP YA'LL IM NEW HERE CHECK IT...

My Cerebal Cortex is fighting metamorphises//
Cause attacks on rival's enemies is Eminent//
Consience is left lik bad alcoholik parents//
Ur Closet Homie leaves u in tha dirt Stranded mud on ur face//
Chooses Sluts over u its a Disgrace//
I've already acheived a lyrical level so real./
2 rip out ur pectoral Cartledge/
Lik Alien 3 Sigory weaver/
My life is nothing but ether//
No friends or someone 2 talk with..//
Im alone in this battle with B.A.K/
Achieving getting Medals//
I want a Decent soap ophera bitch//
If a white boy can be on latin television//
getting any bitch he wishes//
Than why can't i reach this destnation?//
My mind is abused lik a Child//
over Dramatic events//
No hope sad depressed//
Dear god Save me outta this mess//
:knockout: