Lyrical Spit (NEW SONG)

[KODOGG]

I'm not a KriMiNaL or uh theive - im jus livin the life i can while spittin it thru ma~teeth /
I took shit off ma mind and turned it into a rhyme - Pretty soon Ima be the reason they take
away freedom~of~speach /
Reach fo da sky - End up wit da blunt 'n get high - Im sittin here in ma chair wit blood shot
eyes watchin time go by /
But nothin changes for me - same ol' person - I aint a Gangsta cuz I Curse 'n Cut ma wrist
to bleed /
Im jus a regular person Arnt I? Well maybe Im jus a lil physcoitc - 'n a lil gangsta -
cuz I DO have Narcatics 'n I do look at human body's part~by~part /
Only thing keepin me alive is the thrive of seein hatin bitches die - 'n if I said I aint
Guilty fo' lovin somebody - it'd be a lie /
So All I got is these tear's when I cry - 'n these cheek fo when they fall - Im gettin
on the phone 'n tellin everyone I love em Loadin the pistol cuz this ma last call/
Tellin ma motha that she was Numba one in ma book - Even tho Each Time I needed help she was to
busy and never there /
Tellin ma dad that he was always coo 'n real - Even tho fo money he would resort to steal - 'n
I was always his last~care /
'n fo ma brother I owe him alot - fo introducin me ta' pot - witout weed I wouldnt be here
as long as I have been /
If I Had~Been doin ma home work instead of thuggin 'n tuggin back on this trigga - then I'd
already be in da bizz 'n not sittin here smokin foo's wit da only way outa reality thru liqua/

[CHORUS (Soon) ]

I aint expressed ma true feelin's to noone besides this note~book /
Aint anyone wanna get close to me anways cuz Im a "broke~crook" /
But this aint true? I've neva done wrong - whateva I did It was cuz It needed to be done /
When ma mom first saw ma rhymes about killin 'n what I wanted to do - She was in stun /
How could her youngest child be so intinment into a notebook 'n not her? /
Well here's the truth ma - 'n ta pa - When did you EVER tell me shit? Well Ima tell EVERYONE
tha truth thru one spit /
Mom Sometimes you make me mad - But eachtime I scream and yell at you it leaves me sad /
'n Dad - you taught me well - But what the fuck why you want me to move out before Im eighteen?/
Ya think fourteen is in ya lateteen? ? /
Well its not - 'n give me some cash 'n Ill go? Cuz All I need in this life is a simple flow /
Even tho ma dream aint gon' take lift - I still got rhymes so hard they'd make even the smallest
Get~stiff /

(Ima end it there.. cuz Im to depressed of a mood to do this..)

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-pause- /endofverse/ ~sticktogether~ "sarcasim" [chorus]
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Man.. IM so sucidal right now.. I aint got ma gun to shoot myself right now.. But I got some cocaine to OD on.. But.. I hate.. 'n thats keepin ma head up.. 'n weed.. ANyways I "THINK" im gettin over writer's block wit dis peice~of~spit here.. Anways Hit me up wit what y'all think.

 

[Chubs™]

LoL.....And you wonder why you always got writers block...

i only been on this site a few days and youve dropepd like....iurknow, 15 songs.....

CHill cuzz, make one song a fortnight or something, you'll find your a better battler, and also have a fresher mind...

~1ne~

 

[KODOGG]

Actually.. this ma first song i created in a couple dayz.. and btw this isnt a battle verse anyways thankz fo da crit Chubz

Cross Country

 

[FaT j]

HAHA I'M BAK!!!! HAHA NICE ICON JOSH

 

[KODOGG]

Fshoizzle dizzle Fat Jizzle.. LoL man I love my icon too.. Whats up 'n lookin foward fo' some of your lyrical lyricz.. LOL.. Post up some rhymes soon Fat J.

 

[FaT j]

yea bro i got some new shit on the way its in the final stages

 

[meezatine]

thats actually a legit song i was feelin sum shit..

u all think u so sik/spittin these flows to make your brain twitch/ like u triiped off acid/my flowz rise u out your casket/ for yo last ass kickin never foget to stay strappin/ half ya ll niggaz talk bout cappin/ fools who dont exist only when u rappin/ see im on a hunt for this crown/ blastin.. sum u cats aint a front/ i already see teh foolz actin/ there way in the game / when i no ill never see there name/ cuz thay had shit to talk/ last time i saw that fool was on the back of a milk cartan box./ i mite not be the best but ill spit to no beat.. sum think i cant handdle the heat./ but u dont no me /try.... an ill silence the weak/ / i thought u was true but that bought u ur death / learn from the start ill leave ur body in the land of the lost / thats the cost / never asked u to like me / imma push u harder cuz u a bitch and u shiesty / hope that u dont like me / anotha reason for me to unlash , makin ya surrender
an when it comes dwon to it in the aftermath ur bein visited at the cemetary by yo family ..... caskets open for viewin hours 9 ta 3 / bukken my shots out..... / lethal injection by my hollow tips comin heated in ur direction / bullets runnin hot wit the hit, splitten wigs with pure perfection / who next "the kid"