Who Here Can Flow?
#31
Man 4RR, that was some weak **** LOL.
When I unload my keyboard upon you bitches
I unleash my vengence and spoil you with riches
from hurting you using words to killing you stone to bird
there's nothing you fakers got that'll teach me the ropes
I'll stomp your *** out and crush your greatest hopes
from head to toe, from dead to Doe, from friend to foe, and back to hoe you go
See what ya'll can't fathm I rhyme into words like Madden
cuz when he puts the mic up on his lips I snap your necks like broken twigs, and what he says is as strong as this rhyme, to see you dead
I'd consider paying an assasin only a dime.
You're worth **** in my book of kills and blood spills
so what your mouth before you get drilled.
When I unload my keyboard upon you bitches
I unleash my vengence and spoil you with riches
from hurting you using words to killing you stone to bird
there's nothing you fakers got that'll teach me the ropes
I'll stomp your *** out and crush your greatest hopes
from head to toe, from dead to Doe, from friend to foe, and back to hoe you go
See what ya'll can't fathm I rhyme into words like Madden
cuz when he puts the mic up on his lips I snap your necks like broken twigs, and what he says is as strong as this rhyme, to see you dead
I'd consider paying an assasin only a dime.
You're worth **** in my book of kills and blood spills
so what your mouth before you get drilled.
#32
**** yuki i smell something funny
oh wait its just your mommy
i raced my station wagon all over town
i swear to god it would bring you down
i may not know alot
but i can sure jock
i learn everyday here
so run away in fear
whats that? you want me to drift?
ill probbably fall off the cliff
all the litle rotor heads here are cool
i think we should all rent a pool
tekniks is teh god
maybe we should change his name to ramrod
i like to freestyle cause i get bitches
i can show my bling bling and riches
im so sick of ricers round here
they better just stear clear me
cause i can drop my pants and pee
yeah about 50 feet
****.. my feet reek
oh wait its just your mommy
i raced my station wagon all over town
i swear to god it would bring you down
i may not know alot
but i can sure jock
i learn everyday here
so run away in fear
whats that? you want me to drift?
ill probbably fall off the cliff
all the litle rotor heads here are cool
i think we should all rent a pool
tekniks is teh god
maybe we should change his name to ramrod
i like to freestyle cause i get bitches
i can show my bling bling and riches
im so sick of ricers round here
they better just stear clear me
cause i can drop my pants and pee
yeah about 50 feet
****.. my feet reek
#35
Originally Posted by banzaitoyota' date='Feb 23 2004, 06:46 PM
U wanna be a rapper
but your education is in the crapper
you're gonna get your head caved in
by acting like a gangsta
so listen to your momma
lay off the marijuanna
and get your young dumbass upstairs
and study history and multiplication
we dont want to hear
about the cars that you hold dear
cuss with the wigger life you're living
the best thing you'll be giving
is head to the honduh nation
but your education is in the crapper
you're gonna get your head caved in
by acting like a gangsta
so listen to your momma
lay off the marijuanna
and get your young dumbass upstairs
and study history and multiplication
we dont want to hear
about the cars that you hold dear
cuss with the wigger life you're living
the best thing you'll be giving
is head to the honduh nation
#37
As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them ****** to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ***
when you passed....
cause life goes on
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them ****** to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ***
when you passed....
cause life goes on
#38
Yeah *****
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest *****
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die
tupac owns!
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest *****
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die
tupac owns!
#39
Artist: 8 Ball (Eightball)
Album: 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack
Song: Hands in the Air
Typed by: douglas_hilton@yahoo.com
[Eightball]
Okay; comin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style, and
Ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top
Hit 'em up wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
******* run their mouth a lot
Like bitches and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This **** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who ****** know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your **********in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the **********in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The **********in' aaaaair
[Eightball]
***** you don't know me
Why you ****** wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
****** think they are but they ain't ******' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what ****** said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Yeah I gotta go again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the ****** should not nobody be ****** wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you bitches doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country ****
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working ****** that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
****** on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'
Album: 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack
Song: Hands in the Air
Typed by: douglas_hilton@yahoo.com
[Eightball]
Okay; comin' from the top of my
Dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style, and
Ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top
Hit 'em up wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
******* run their mouth a lot
Like bitches and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This **** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who ****** know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your **********in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the **********in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The **********in' aaaaair
[Eightball]
***** you don't know me
Why you ****** wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
****** think they are but they ain't ******' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what ****** said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Yeah I gotta go again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the ****** should not nobody be ****** wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you bitches doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country ****
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working ****** that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
****** on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'