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Post by Vallus on Jan 10, 2006 17:42:18 GMT
Rules are to spit a hundred lines and no less More is better..... Try to be consistant and use font's and styles So that the readers can read the verses easily..
No Freeposting.....
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Post by Vallus on Jan 11, 2006 23:22:04 GMT
Spittin 50 bars, fuck a watch, glock, a model bitch orra car I lay people down like playing games n gettin forked in the yard If I spat then my portion was raw, relax and peep my tactics open for ya'll Fuckin wit me I'll dump on ya kindeys have you sipping ur's thru a straw U could catch me in a porch with some logs, Of course I'm involved I don't get down with you if you aren't supporting a cause To many rats report to the laws, then get sparked torchin a pall Don't get mad at me, I'm flashy & write classics without an effort Don't cop weight until the bag is measured, bust on fags n peddlers Get knocked out and look like u fell off of a bike & weren't wrapped in leather I get lectures from hags and collectors wantin to smash my cheddar Uhn.....I'm nasty so if you got a sack of green then pass the gesture Stay postin raps daily, most mad n hate me becuz when they hit a pad it's lazy Get back or face me, I put more pie's in bags than pastries but I can Still grab the lazor and get back to blazing, giftwrap u and your babies My heads afar, smokin cess & starved, collectin notions of jests in parts To tryin relay them to my present charts, need some more weapons spark Runnin out of time for tempo, give a fuck, grind & instrumental, fire the dentals I don't have to rely on back-up like most of you guys n cripples I supply the riddles, get right before you tryin get in the ring an fight, u brittle My lines are the insight to findin the middle, I get crazy and paste these thoughts More to entertain than to really blame the fucking gays & their faults If you ever tried to spray @ me then guess what, a wake was brought I wan't a lake and all, chillin on a hill on a villa with papes and dogs Bust a few strays aimin at the stars, go head and fallback with ur feeble notions See me then usually V be smokin, weed in open eyes chinked n blowin My dream continues with a coupla D.E.'s in my reach for totin A bitch dressed like she's at the beach and jokin..... Cleavage showin, a snitch's scene & then a breach is broken I could shoot for cheap then rope 'em, throw 'em out to to the beach n ocean Still spittin this clever, writtens is better, their imprints of ur efforts ife is really just a bitch so why most keep tryin impress her? I strive to better, like sendin my flow into orbit past skies an weather Faster than light could ever, if you peeped the ascent then ur eyes where severed I reply in jestures, readin it for ur mind like hitting fire or better Pick @ the page, pick up a place, fill it wit rage, it explodes n stains Multi's showin on for a show in vain, I bet noone ever reads this far in the post today I go loke with rays, keep potent to blaze and stow my wage, Usually ride alone becuz acting like ur broke when smokin pays If you down for it then I'll get up on a lick, or go onna raid I promotin sum haze and takin a new approach to blowin sum space Lines will blind the reader, like a knife will cleaver, make ur mind the feature after I find the feature and make the seeker meet ur head Leave ur carcass wet, get out a tarp & a sled Hah, I'll even be parked beside it all in the dark, not far to walk instead Talk is for feds, I put out the shit like sewers from stalls or when u dying or dead Likely to collect, whatever typa check, I hate it when mines are indebt But I'd still put a line on their head for owing me overtime lying with bread Light up their chest, walk off & then light up some cess Switch my clothes, out the door Get back into my ride when I'm dressed Ride of bumpin sum typa beat to spit lines cuz I'm vexed And I gotta use all the time I got to put might to a quest Divine is the bet, either that or waitin blazin lyin in bed Rhymes in my head, emplyin I type them in sets Think it's to hard to write 50 like it's a million to rhyme in a thread Give it a try and then just fire ur best Doesn't have to be the greatest written, just to the greatest rythm Relayin feelins, or puttin ur stakes in the game to the page for considerin Praise'll be givin and you can get back to workin on ur aim n ur gimmicks like wordplay and hittin, let the stage get concaved from the ceilin You brave then paste up ur dealins, lazy, just play with ur spittin Don't delay the reels n we'll have plenty to see, plenty to read Or would u just rather stay silent and read replies from ur enemies? Spit sum beef, or get a topic to breathe or just get locked in a sheet You don't have to be a prophet to preach or a spotter to see Rap's been gettin robbed of it's fundamental qualities It used to be all intact like ballin wit cream.... Shocked when u read that the plots went to crops & just greed People like makin dumbass arguments insteada rockin a beat So I'mma put them in check like robbin a fiend Or hittin a drop with sum weed and a stock onna piece Goin out to spot u sum g's to lock on for cheese, bomb on wit ease Get locked up then gon from the streets, no longer a beast I know too many wantin arms insteada armamaments for harborin peace We need a banner for artists who starvin to march on wit speed I got the warning, ok, I got hot headed and made the drop some beef But yea..............................................that shit was funny to spot to see Hah, it's me, thank god for weed...........................don't narc, it's trees You parents probly smoked it back when they parked to beat My flows like a loanshark the way it goes hard to starve the weak Pardon deez, I can switch my method & ethics fastet than u park ur fee's Sharp wit ease on any easel, my bent from plenty diesel, Wait, I'm lying, that was back when I had that shit that'd make u evil Coppin to smoke & choke, eyes waterin an floatin inna zone About broke on a quarter bag so puttin it up as an offerin to gloat 06 is the year to get the gear and freestyle for g.o.a.t. meanwhile puttin a green pile in a palma dutch smellin like sum oak Blunt swellin like a boat, I'll be sailin when I smoke Hell, it's potent as hell when I toke, feel so swell when it envelopes Tingles ur lungs a bit, bringin u under it want another hit Fuckin lit and fuckin tripped stumblin and mummblin about some other shit Can't cover it and ur pops or mothers scents then wants to rub it in Fuck em then, hold it in, go ahead and smoke up the pass out n front of them It's no reason why I love to kid, fuck it, I'll go ahead and give a jux to quip Like a u-turn when I bust the whip or sum fuckin bitch touches the fuckin whip & I have to touch the grip and bust a clip to put them under it and run from it Plz, dont jump in front of it or you'll be run under it when the rubbers is Squelin & peelin and I fishtail down the street, then fail to slow down for police Take a chase to the highway & max the engine, Smokin so bad inside the glass look like a gremlin But still all intact for reading......the road as I get chased by the po Get near an exit and take it slow, go off the bank on the road bust it left and lose em back on the highway foot placed to the flo reachin in the ashtray for dro, go a buck 70 then hit a friends pad for sum mo Agents with badges @ the do........bounce out the back to a boat Take it upstream to another state, chill with the papes Cop sum shit to deal to make some profit when chillin on face Take a bit to reel in the surroundings and seel the estate Have some connects come thru with big bills and sum apes A helicopter arriving for the deal when it's placed, A billion is made, out the country cuz the feelin ain't safe Relaxin and maxin out in another country, every1 is hungry people wantin to work for any typa money, strivin to run it Likely to plummit if I didn't have to the mind just to gun 'em I'm fuckin nice cuz I just freestyled like 20 lines over a hundred.....
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