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ummm, yeah its still not right Li!

Girl, we got this now...all the kinks have been worked out! lol

Sweating and riding it out
My ride sits so low
But my head is in the clouds of doubt
Dressed, slick down in all black
Another homie gone
Another passionate mother sitting alone
The streets claimed another soul
Another soul put to rest
God making sure we keep taking these tests
Tears flowing, trying so hard not to scream "F**k it all"
Trying so hard not to make the call
Do I let him die in vain?
Or sip on this bottle, sleep it off and try to maintain

In the mansion above
We see them smiling down
Trying to give us love
The rain keeps pouring down
Keep our heads held high
And keep riding... Another soldier had to die

Keep tally on the boys in blue
Keeping his baby mama straight, time will come to tell his son the truth
Till then, keep the fire close to my chest
Don't know when it's gonna be my time, to take 3 to the chest
Wipe the tears from his girls eyes
Keeping it real, but keeping her smiling, she aint got no disguise
Keep the shades on,
and the windows up
Can't let nobody know I tear up
Another soldier done passed on
Another empty project, no longer called a broken home

In the mansion above
We see them smiling down
Trying to give us love
The rain keeps pouring down
Keep our heads held high
And keep riding... Another soldier had to die

6 bullets went stray
Took his babies mama away
Now he's so f*****g mad, we can't keep him straight
Adrenalines flowing
Tears are welling up in his eyes
Everybodys knowing, aint no surprise
We take the gun and hide it
Of course we denying it
Trying to sit this silly n***a down
Amongst the pain and the hurt, he's going insane
Little girl aint but 6, homie come to your senses
Turning that killer cold, leaving her to Child services, n***a thats senseless
Keep yo head up, let your boys do our jobs
Stay wit dat baby, keep her warm
We got 5 posted out in the front, 3 in da back, don't be alarmed
We gonna ride tonight, my n***a you sit tight
Sing your baby girl a lullaby
I'm your boy, been with you for life, don't worry somebody gonna die tonight

In the mansion above
We see them smiling down
Trying to give us love
The rain keeps pouring down
Keep our heads held high
And keep riding... Another soldier had to die

I aint no killa, but keep up the front
And Imma turn you cold, quicker than Chris tucker'll smoke a blunt
F*****g c***s
Keep bringing it to the club
Get dem booties dancing and hopping, keep moving them scrubs
Poke yo head out da window
Ya bloods gonna be on hospital scrubs
F**k a dub, F**k a denali
Take you ten takes to get a grand finale
Cali, don't know half the s**t da south been through
Take dem b*****s 60 minutes to freestyle 3 minutes of screw
Sweating for a dollar, working for da harvest
To release the minds of the youth, their souls is starving
For something other than a "club hit"
Write something real, or do the safest thing and quit
Give it up, like destiny's child, get the hint and split
3 lines of mine got something your album lacks, exquisite over explict b***h
Underground with no radio waves and a number 1 hit
A demo of 30 seconds will end up like Pete Rose, over 4,000 hits
Keep yapping off at da mouth and smoke yo dro
Imma keep it simple, real emotions and a smooth red wine flow

I'm satisfied, i don't ask for s**t
I take pride in my work, but even w****s have craftmanship
i blast into the void like a rockey ship
they call me astronaut on that myspace tip
dilated hips, we move through inconclusive means
but we get from here to there, so what proof u need?
i been struggling for sustinance, i was a mouth to feed
couped up in living rooms, i either pout or tease
or turn 180 degrees, on all of em like centipedes
leave 80 to the old folks, and so goes that analogy
battle me, i make plans in my sleep
make good on my claims, even when i had barefeet
and no heart, no dark left, the light defined it for me
without my girl or my gift, God put the shadows on me
and they were heavy like olympic barbells
they brought me down to the point where i saw hell
i gave a yell and the void sang a jingle
in the form of mangled screams with some meaning in between
he put it out as his first single
Satan tops my charts and still alone i sit in the dark
with a spark whittling the fatty wax from the string
bring it on life, what more could you do to me
cuz truthfully, you've already screwed me to the extent
that every word i spit today is just another f*****g vent
so someone can once again convince to "calm down"
well im calm now, pick up your jaws, im srry that i come round
with a dumb smile and a child-like insistance
to infer and ask questions about thost little things that
no one can define properly, like honesty
cuz honestly, im being honesty as we speak and i guarantee
none of you can believe me

cheech marin blazed chiba, i plan to burn nash bridges
maybe my brain wouldn't be so squeezed in any of these f*****g hats fitted
im thinking everyone around me's expendable
and they why im not dependable
when they'd help me, i find myself helpless
i eat all the critisism but won't touch shell fish
put it in a jar on my night stand
no mama told there kid not to stare at this nice man
so bright, my alkaline tho, so i will wear down
over time
but who wouldn't in my spiteful life
i can't say that i was abused my my folks
but in my own way i have, so the fault is mine
and people crowd around to hear a joke
but quickly disperse if they heard i died

i play my cards well or maybe im just a mark for gin
i won't cover for it
i got some problems within
that Oprah Winfrey could pay away
but Dr. Phil couldn't write a medication
strong enough to sharpen up my sight
its so blurry,
i can't tell love from lust
can't press delete for nothing
since my heart got crushed
i can't erase the symptoms of this sickness in inherited
if you didn't see a picture, you could still see im Perry's kid
cuz my dad has this afflication like me
and sees all these people tryna' hang him from his trees
he's siezes up with the glazed over eyes like his son
we even walk the same way, father and son
we RUN from it

im post-war america
smeared and spread too thin
the map shortens
and once again, we have a retard for a continent
we're bombing men in honor of sumthing they did to us
why couldn't we be the bigger man,
and not attempt to self-destruct
who gives a f**k?
the activists who care about separate interests?
when a combined front against the goverement would get some real coverage
isn't this the US
the land of opportunity
the melting pot of culture
that since the stone ages has been putting wedges between you and me
let's be real
the more unique the nation gets, the more racists are made
they pay tax money too
and we can't even get national funding on a gay-pride parade
i say it loud and pround in the way everybody should
the government is more concerned with wealth than the universal good
you can't buy intervention in these hoods
that you couldn't convince that these cops aren't a problem from bush
i got him on radar
dick cheney's shotgun blasts
and cordial speeches at war time war by our protector of the will
under the pledge of allegeance
we swear away our personality, the school faculty can agree
that the US is a nation of Louisiana refugees
how can we loot from our own homes?
they didn't tell you that when they took pictures of us
they manage to fill film s
but they can't hand over any bucks
in God we trust
and its in the White House, we're fucked
i must raise the statement tho, high like the white flag
and white towel they didn't show on the sands of Iraq
once they found Hussein, where did he go?
we handed him back over to the same legal system that we are enforcing on a society without our Protestant American piety
we're burning down our own olive trees and left the branches
executive, legislative, judicial
make, more, missles
talk about the issues and show less a' bush n dick
cuz the nations 400 years since fucked over
are u finished?
our economy diminished since the hurricanes left the gulf coast reeling
and who gets the trailers, the rich whites that didn't need em
not the negroes living with their people in houston and atlanta
this is the type of action that brings out the black panthers
alotta questions and only one answer
CASH
alotta people under one banner
COST
alotta blood spilled over pride and gas
alotta people wondering how long in incosistency will last
the most powerful nation in existance
the people visibly pissed
who's fault is it?

wow pj is dominating this forum. i should drop something later

i'm down, munch. i bet the other two are willing and able as well

i got 21 minutes to finish this forum post reply
thats probably 20 more than what i need
my transmission's a different speed
i need no nourishment
im furious on the street, but peak in the music industry
instantly a threat on the charts once i touch down
munch in the throne room, throwing round some racial profiles
so wild, my crew is spoken word while
choking a poster child conpletly in denial
i'll pick apart the text with 18 left
a blatantly stretch the time it took to put Manson to death
with the same routine
the whole world can outdo me
devout catholic on the banister with jews and greeks
i choose to speak when words are obsolete
and seek out the bleak ones and mean little or nothing to me
my time frame is less than 16 now
before i have to kick a freestyle in a studygroup
meanwhile, i'll sit silently and focus on the lesson
fighting with the concpets using freeverse as my weapon
giving even the pen a lethal injection
my own brand of ink, sinking into the vein
no gain no pain
no stains to deter my rep
i close session and lob grenades into funeral processions
im jet li and mel gibson, 4 lethal weapons
mind body soul and deep seated confessions
evidently, i have little more than 14 to finish a verse
and run away from the crime scene
blinding lights from the ceiling
healing the tears in the feeding tray
a bag a' weed a day
keeps the blues away and fools you in ways
that make ike turner a man of morals
i make sand into stained glass windows and give tutorials
i attended the burial with a white T and jeans
rocking all white nike SB's and a fresh lid
a test tube kid, abused and made to be useless
they call me foolish but im truly a form of music
brute strentgh tempts and renders me every form of incapasitated
im dated and outraged that im not famous
play my s**t for a crowd of debbie downers and see how
they reach out a speak while i spit, i recieve each "wow"
when they recieve my delivery, spine chilling
i jitterbug under winter frost bite and lick the ice
bit the bite and let it bleed all over the spit and spite
mixed with the light of the day made maroon
YOU
have 8 minutes to listen, f**k it im finished with it
take it as you see it or make my personal ideas specific
i write in ways heiroglyphics masters couldn't defrag
meet back at the starting point
ill show you where the finish is at

Critically acclaimed psycho
With a crazy a*s f*****g psyche, Slap dat hoe
The one with the lips pushed out
With her hand out
Asking for a f*****g hand out
Twistingly mad
Or Madly insane
Who gives a s**t, just roll dat s**t and lets toast our brain
Going down lovers lane
Looking for a divorcee
F**k it, I'll lower my standards and look for simplicity
25 beats in my mind, with two hands to write the rhyme
Give me time and I'll spit out the lines
Damn, I'm behind the times, back to the future stuck in the gutter
Behind the rhymes, I give you meaning, I'm scheming
As you read this s**t and bob your head
To keep you fiending.
Like dem boyz keep you leaning
With my words I'm doing some housecleaning
Don't be stupid, walk away
And be glad you get to breathe "lyrically" another day
Just before you open dat mouth, keep in mind
I got 99 other ways......

Hmmm....a forum where we can spit rhymes...I like. ::biggrin::

I'll come back and hit ya'll with something. It is 2 in the morning now and I'm brain dead from the writing I did earlier. lol.

Imma act like I aint even heard what you said
Like you feel down and bumped yo motherfucking head
Somebody done got you twisted
Keep listening to dem boys and you gonna find yourself
Sucking through a straw, crying on your death bed
You constantly screaming I need to fear
But Imma be honest with you homie
You keep living in that fantasy,
You gonna turn into another black tear
Keep barking off at the mouth
Imma put you in yo place
Imma merc you lyrically
Then your mama can only dream of your babyface
You say your emotions run high
Homie you better keep em in check
Cause bucking up to me, makes me seriously think
You aint playing with a full deck






Li Li. much respect for you so Imma tell you, I didn't mean to bring this beef to your group. This is a lyrical lounge, so that's where I laid it.

It's for dis guy named Truly hood. I don't know these fool and he comes barking on my page like a f*****g little poodle. He's gonna realize, he's biting the wrong ankles.

No matter how you go about doing something, theres always some beef for dinner.

F**k it. I've been bored, I need the entertainment.

this is the part where i talk s**t
i spark s**t
so when i start spits
i start fires
and ensnare b*****s like barbed wires
i don't part waters i part fires
take the price of life and raise the cost higher
i'm the executive here to get your boss fired
i hang on to greeen like i'm out on a limb
so when i say i'm the messiah n****s doubt that i'm him
i make Pontius Pilate pout when i win
then i turn my blood to wine so they'll never doubt him again
it's a hard choice, the clout or the gin
because alcoholism makes it devout when i sin
how should i express myself?
through my mouth or my pen
good guys always lose
even though Goku always wins the final bout in the end
but in the end Linkin Park said it doesn't even matter
so when i roll down your block using alchemy, deleting matter
you shouldn't feel like Bobby's wife....beaten and battered
a good pitcher's known for beating the batter
record exec and rapper
the former's known for deceiving the latter
sometimes i feel like burning the Bible after reading the chapters
because its backwards like a baby bird eating the adder

Cade...this is the freestyle lounge...so if you feel you gotta spit some s**t....then go on ahead and spit it. Beef or no beef. You know me. I don't trip. Do what you gotta do! That is the way a battle should be fought! So, let it go!!! Handle that.

Troy.....you keep getting better. I truly see your talent expanding. You ar the proof of practice making perfect. You should consider writing, and selling your lyrics. You can make just as much that way as being the actual rapper that spit it. OK...maybe not QUITE as much. But s**t....you'd still be wealthy!

Now then......who's got the A1 sauce......I smell beef.

thanks Li Li...i am the s**t. get your toilet paper ready

im doin this just so troy doesn't start spammin my page
troy's the only emcee alive who's skill doesn't match his accolades
have a bagel, better yet, sit back, listen
observe the visions i place in front of projector prisms
consider my first time spitting in the shower my baptism
standing next to me still you look like a white guy with no rhythm
leaving footprints in the stand with another man, but who can walk with him
side by side, paradigms collide with the recital of my lines
I'm, the f*****g bomb, so sorry for being modest
but i drop more knowledge than a whole series of hooked on phonics
alotta these street cats lack logic, so i apologize in advance
for flipping the scales dramatically, making you less of a man
confess you pompous wise a*s, you're on the f****n stand
i jumped onto your mind and stuck the goddamn landing

i got you mr. spadoni. i'll be back with a vengeance

man i'm a suicidal martyr
so when i decide to die for God i'm ready for slaughter
at my own hands cuz nobody stabs harder
death on rap's altar
the hip hop pastor recited a prayer
my soul was like a gang sign...thrown up in the air
i'm raping depression and f*****g despair
to give birth to anxiety but it isn't enough to compare
who dares?
to attack a king locked in his palace
and when the globe shifts i said "put a sock in it, Atlas"
cuz when Titans cough the whole globe loses orbit
i wanted to be fresh so i'm choosing orbit
a little bit morbid
so when death comes i don't face it
i absorbe it
make it a part of my being
enraged at the blatant disrespect of art that i'm seeing
so i bring it back like a time machine
the rhyme machine who combines his dreams and his drive
i'm so fresh to death that my fans don't even think i'm alive
i hate green so i slaughter those who worship the mils
the metaphorical terrorist who bombs the church on the hill
would england survive WW III without the Church to the Hill
i'm a potty mouth simply because cursing's a thrill
i'm the anti-christ
and if my mother knew it she wouldn't give birth to me still
FUCKERS!!!
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