I just came across this, you're lines are sharp it's always the smallest dog, with the loudest bark Calm down, take it easy, it aint that hard any poet, can search is heart and lay a bar i'm dropping challenges, i want you to battle A father with open hands, still want you to travel I question hearts man, ..in any line that's written and look in the face of, any lie that's spittin I say respond son, don't leave ya Old Man waitin I want you to Man' Up.. aim for the gates of greatness
My tongue is like a gun, I speak in burst fire Sayin the radio's shit, your preachign to the church choir I kept my focus while others have lost theirs Take my best shot at it, lining up the cross hairs The way i'm gunnin caps, no rapper i can't kill steady running laps, you stuck on stand still I spit flames with propane, curteousy of hank hill Rappers with no game, deserve the land fill Wanna be graced with a taste, well the cost is dear
The sht is real man..you can't escape the changes. the shame the dangers, the fame is stranger, Fall back or get it in, control the rage and anger Let me slow down, this isn't a challenge dude some beats, just seem to turn me into an animal So it's not intentionally, directed at you just a reflection of myself, so i can have it in view Lord Bowser. Loaf Keeper, According to webster My Poem, my Castle..Don't become a Jester
1) Too many speaking, but none of them in the deep end with bars Drowning in shallow waters trying to tread without arms The harm caused is to reenforce what I see endorsed with weakness Start running before I cut legs off, and you feel defeated The meat of the matter is that this is a step before the latter After you disaster a wack one of lacked puns that tells some When the guns pulled-- you jump-- while I'm compelled to lunge
This boom is coming, two rounds up- already stunting, showin these kids how to really pull a joke into somethin nothin, i let my fears ride away, and let this gear take a little of me and put me aside, ballin 24/7, my fans hate on me cause i break ankles, like i'm in heaven making kids touch thier opposite foot when they trip into my angles, two candles lit, im on fire, shootin 3s in thier face to make them see it how i spit. let my
i spit dope as fuck leavin rappers broke n cut no one wanna lose to me so they scared of showin up y'all thinkin i wrote this? i dare u to quote this my verbal game ferocious my lyrics throw bricks fuck up ya whole emotions n ya focus too like osama i throw ya body in the ocean dude my flow is true, my syllable-game-is-fresh-as-fuck i aint wrote this dude, my lyrical-game-is-wrecking-cunts dare someone to battle me :)
I just came across this, you're lines are sharp
it's always the smallest dog, with the loudest bark
Calm down, take it easy, it aint that hard
any poet, can search is heart and lay a bar
i'm dropping challenges, i want you to battle
A father with open hands, still want you to travel
I question hearts man, ..in any line that's written
and look in the face of, any lie that's spittin
I say respond son, don't leave ya Old Man waitin
I want you to Man' Up.. aim for the gates of greatness
My tongue is like a gun, I speak in burst fire
Sayin the radio's shit, your preachign to the church choir
I kept my focus while others have lost theirs
Take my best shot at it, lining up the cross hairs
The way i'm gunnin caps, no rapper i can't kill
steady running laps, you stuck on stand still
I spit flames with propane, curteousy of hank hill
Rappers with no game, deserve the land fill
Wanna be graced with a taste, well the cost is dear
nice 3 syllabic rhymes I like it
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The sht is real man..you can't escape the changes.
the shame the dangers, the fame is stranger,
Fall back or get it in, control the rage and anger
Let me slow down, this isn't a challenge dude
some beats, just seem to turn me into an animal
So it's not intentionally, directed at you
just a reflection of myself, so i can have it in view
Lord Bowser. Loaf Keeper, According to webster
My Poem, my Castle..Don't become a Jester
1)
Too many speaking, but none of them in the deep end with bars
Drowning in shallow waters trying to tread without arms
The harm caused is to reenforce what I see endorsed with weakness
Start running before I cut legs off, and you feel defeated
The meat of the matter is that this is a step before the latter
After you disaster a wack one of lacked puns that tells some
When the guns pulled-- you jump-- while I'm compelled to lunge
Ik zie vage types op de braderie
This boom is coming,
two rounds up- already stunting,
showin these kids how to really pull a joke into somethin nothin,
i let my fears ride away, and let this gear take a little of me and put me aside,
ballin 24/7, my fans hate on me cause i break ankles, like i'm in heaven making kids touch thier opposite foot when they trip into my angles, two candles lit, im on fire, shootin 3s in thier face to make them see it how i spit.
let my
i spit dope as fuck leavin rappers broke n cut
no one wanna lose to me so they scared of showin up
y'all thinkin i wrote this? i dare u to quote this
my verbal game ferocious my lyrics throw bricks
fuck up ya whole emotions n ya focus too
like osama i throw ya body in the ocean dude
my flow is true, my syllable-game-is-fresh-as-fuck
i aint wrote this dude, my lyrical-game-is-wrecking-cunts
dare someone to battle me :)
that was possibly the worst verse i have ever heard in my whole lifetime