Throw me your rap

im not just gonna throw down cause you said to throw down
but i will hunt you so git outta town
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
cant touch it
my bad....

yo yo yo
i was chillin
getttin laid
by my maid
drinkin some ice cold
lemonade

CHECK THAT YOOOOOO

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy
Searching for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play game

immotal   ^^^^
my addition  vvvv


I'll kill you all off like the reing of Charlemain
Get in to your brain so i can explain the real reason
The reason you here and  still breathin
You like a heavy heavin moving your supply but aint getting anywhere cause you a fly
compared to me ill take you down and show you to the whole town
how you an imposter and could never be real
you grew up in the fosters
not the famliy but the home where you were shown to steal and make bread
but you aint real like i said
ill just end this rhyme and cut off your head
now have a good night and i hope you can sleep cause ill be waiting in your sheets.

yo you come up and say throw out a rap,
i throw one out just like droppin a crap
and your wonderin why im not yet on the map,
well its because im actually not white im a jap,

just kiddin all you asians i didnt mean to hate
come on let all just chill and masturbate
no actually find a woman with whom to date,
and maybe one day you guys can finally mate

Yo i do it like styles P cuz im a gangsta and a gentleman
but i dont settle man,
i keep it locked up like akon,
a fucking rap phenomenon,

so stand up like ludacris,
move to this and roll that motherfuckin buddah spliff,
and get high so high without trying,
i feel like lil wayne cuz i feel like dying,

im a diplomat, put purple haze on the shelves,
and i am about to own the world like D12,
but yo, what else can i say,
rappin since 2001 like dr dre

bust in with the 44 like biggy
stayin like will smith cuz you know i get jiggy
dig me? i got no reason to shout
thats why jay z got no reasonable doubt

420's comin up and we're all gonna kick it
and blow smoky rings feelin like the kings of all things
and all the health freaks bitchin they can stick it
cuz this is our way we just smoke the hay
take up the sun's rays til the end of the day
when its all said and done and we've all had our fun
it doesnt matter what you paid or how much it weighed,
or that they're saying weed's played, cuz its all okay.

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...

Chorus:
Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BADBOY
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared you're supposed to
Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!

Chorus

Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling andarguing,
Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

Can't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
that's that.

[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines]

Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade out]

minus that last part

read your sig and then read the title of this thread

lol ok ummm,



today is the day that i get my fucking car
its been in the shop for 3 days just like my dads been at the bar
I need my whip real bad you see,
cus the snow is melting and that pisses of this emcee
so im gonna hop in my cuddy and take a lil stroll
to the nearest mountain so i can jib on tha snow
aint no need to go to school ya dig
 when i can just sit back get high and pretend im good at rapping like tha notorious big
I wear a tall T so people will see me, and be like oh shit its actualy T HEED
take a pic of some one else,
 throw it on ns,
OH SHIT there goes my karma rating im kinda like lockness
My post count is higher than yours so just stop it right there, 
and my account was made longer ago than yours by just about a year

look at your self
your like winnie the poo
the shit i took yesterday
after eating some stew

look at me
i am a straight up g
is that a jew in yo pants
or are you happy to see me

i am more hairy
than yo mothers vagina
and i am better at karate
then them ninja's in china

ra ra ra REMIX

yo what time is it?

TEA TIME!!

i said what time is it?

TEA TIME!!

yo i got my finger on the trigger
of my gat
look at yo mom
boy is she fat

that is that and
these are rocks
and i am the prize
in the craka jack box

i shoot yo face
you stupid disgrce
knock you down to the floor
yo mothers a whore
i did her last night
up against your door

all we did was bang bang bang
like the sound of my gun
if you see me on the streets
you better run

yo yo yo
through some G's on it
through some G's on it
i skeeted on that bitches face
know what i'm saying

my flows tighter then a fifth grader
ill roll that kush for you and then we'll smoke another tree later
i make your hole body cringe at the sound of my voice
when i spit these lyrics you stand there paralyzed like it be ma choice
my time is over its your turn to spit but you just stand there holdin yo dick
Ill make a fool of your style, yo friends and your clique
cause ma fucka tonight u be suckin ma dick

I wrote some pretty dope lyrics I guess for a couple songs, but check out www.myspace.com/nextgenerationpoets if you want to HEAR anything good...

here's a song I'm working on with a buddy

yeah...here we go
When the day starts, I kick off with a mental boom
Sweep up the debris with my metal broom
Metaphysical something, the feelings of doom
I check my surroundings when I enter a room
And my homies gotta greet me, they lie so completely
I never feel safe which is why I pack the heat, ya see?
It’s a death-filled kingdom…
I bring death with the sick symptoms
Sick nasty flows… with the deadly rhythms
It’s not all nice and happy, then kill em
And if they act a bit freaky, then grill em
When they act too troubled, try to feel em
Soft beat in the back with a dominant track
If I feel the need to rhyme, put the lyrics on the rack
They’re too wet, they need to be dry to be fly
When I flick the bic, the fire needs to go high

(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it

I’m too legit to quit of the highest degree
I’m the freest MC, yeah the epitome
Of hip-hop progression, don’t mess with me
I rock baggy clothes but I still ain’t a G
But...I still got the gangstas
Coming up to buy or sell, I got answers
Yeah, we transcend black or white
With no transition we fly out of sight

Here we go shane…

Shane:
We put the G in Ski
And I rock the mic
I never forget, it’s just like riding a bike
So spit the sickness, there’s no difference
J, E, and A brotha that’s what I mix with
I rep the B to the U to the C to the K
I ride and I bounce with my crew all day
No opposition standin in our way
We taking over without the lame old same old
Guns in our hands, yayo in the trunk
We get our rep from when we get crunk
In the streets we reign, you’re never the same
Look into my face and try to stay sane
You’d never think that a punk-ass kid like me
Could rock a mic so fast with a flow steady
Fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E
We own this town with the rhymes and the dope beat
Extending to the hills, we also fly free
The other definition for dope is ski
So fuck the heat…pack the rack
Skis on the top and boots in the back

Matt:
What’s that, Shane? 50 foot cliff?
You’s a crazy mothafucka, I’ll just smoke my spliff
Oh shit backflip, gotta do it too
Superman frontflip nigga what it do
Yeah it’s true, we slay the snow
The powder on our face ain’t what you call blow
So fuck that shit, just huck that hit
Next Gen holdin it down, now I split

--
(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it

More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it

More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it

More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
--

dude WTF

not bad dude, not bad at all.
lyrics and beats are pretty dope, work on the vocals a bit though some of it sounds kinda weird, you gotta kinda slang some of the words. all in all its pretty dope. mad props

finished this yesterday and i got a beat for it too

yo bring the noise and raise your voice

sing for your freedom its the time to rejoice

destroy all the hatred and the prejudice

we're searchin for the truth and we're seekin justice

searchin for conceivable and credible sources

im here to make you question higher powers and forces

is jesus an anthropomorphization

of the sun, like Horus, of the Egyptian nation

but basing, your beliefs, off what you hear

is like dressing how, you're supposed to appear

like running from what, you're supposed to fear

in a peaceful oblivion as the end draws near

im saying the condition of our race is critical

and if you dont believe me your just being cynical

egotistically spirtual despite all the evidence

cause the prevalence of miracles aint worth a second guess

we've been focusing too much on the medical

and not enough on the natural and credible

an analytical visual corrupting your mind

until you recognize the message as strictly subliminal

strictly statistical strictly metaphysical

this is the age of pisces, but it isnt the pinnacle

the ideas i express arent solely political

but everything you hear is completely original

so move on with your ritual but dont miss a syllable

of the words that you hear, strategically minimal

i present to you my lyrical creation

adressing the issues of a satirical nation

using racism and hate to build the foundation

erasing the marks that obscure explanations

but theres no obligation to look past the lies

the extent of your freedoms for you to decide

to apply and deny and follow your passions

to live and fit in and vary your accents

spit for the world, rock it right off its axis

stealin your soul faster than fascists

ive never been the type to follow all the latest fashions

checkin girls at restaurants leaving digits on the napkins

dont stress out on life, just wait and see what happens

dont get busy worryin when you ought to be relaxing

theres nothing you can change about previous infractions

just chill and appreciate some of lifes abstractions

some of lifes distractions some of lifes attractions

i do a lot of stupid shit but dont regret my actions

all across the atlas, spreading the hope of truth

hope to preserve our earth to pass unto our youth

chasing a world full of life with death in hot pursuit

save the earth for all its worth, theres no reason to pollute

and you really cant dispute the lack of care involved

in helping out our mother nature til her forests are absolved

of acid rain and loggers chains a conflict unresolved

left to die, is this right? after all we have evolved

civil disobedience, non-violent resolutions

until the tension grows and grows and causes revolution

primal instincts brought to life surviving execution

war and hatred escalating, unnatural evolution

imminent retribution, for liars and for thieves

cause when everything collapses in honest men will lead

don't give money to the war til people have what they need

all races should be treated equal, everybody freed

peace, love, and life, over ignorance and greed

everyone deserves their pride and a right to believe

ill die fighting on my feet before i live on my knees

they say that im sick, but this aint a disease

my expertise wont extend beyond issues that matter

cause thats where i focus, on controversial disasters

commercialized task force so you think it'll be fine

but new orleans is still in ruin since 2005

on the news for a week or two then out of the publics eye

forgotten, left to rebuild and redesign

civilizations in decline, along with humanity

we got 5th graders fighting and using profanity

this is insanity, and sometimes it leaves me speechless

the lack of care and education, some kids can't even read this

so heed this warning, this is a plea to the people

educate your mind, stop following the feeble

dont waste a life, a gift, on empty drugs and needles

clear the human race of ignorance, this is the greatest evil

1 more i wrote a while ago

im zonin off of one joint

blowin smoke on the city

pretty landscapes obscured

wearin sweats that dont fit me

permit me a moment

alone with my mind

fuck needles, use swords

body piercing your spine

got me fearing divine

intervention this time

so i flip the bird

to the world

while im smokin in shrines

writin rhymes about death

livin life my own way

hidin crimes in my head

til it drives me insane

using words you dont know

just to fuck with your brain

rape your mind with my words

til i leave you deranged

leave you broken, estranged

from a society changed

and rejoice in the anger

that flows through my veins

raise my voice for the strength

that i see grow through these stains

building beliefs from the ground

while im snappin these chains.

sit back and relax

let the smoke out your lungs

if i offended you, good

cause i dont give a fuck

i've been livin it up

driven into the hazy

you think that im crazy?

nah, im fuckin psycho

the fallen angels creation

i'm a devil, with a white soul

i dont believe in god

and still i claim his disciple

close to hell but i rebel

beyond this truth that left my life cold

cause life's old

if you live it like everyone else

tellin police to fuck off

i can fend for myself

and i dont want your help

if there's no good intentions

breakin tension with bacardi

at A.A. conventions

did i mention?

i live life in a new dimension

fenced in to this alternative reality

abnormality is expected

while i try to draw attention

to the infection and direction

that corrupts humanity

im hot-boxing this world

til my vision is blurred

swirling smoke on horizons

to unfurl and obscure

let it submerge in your mind

and re-emerge in your eyes

realign your perception

with no concept of time

this aint mine its yours

your incarceration

my hostile invasion

of lyrical persuasion

the recreation of thoughts

in disregard to your faults

armed with a pencil

i write modern-day psalms

droppin bombs on your psyche

while i break down your walls

reach my hand inside your head

sign my name in a scrawl

leave laws ingrained

so you wont fail to recall

the one who enlightened

by your frightened call

and as the smoke starts to swirl

and the clouds start to fall

this is one final night

to remember them all

BWAHHH!!! My niggas know how ta RAP!!!!

Three cheers for beer and steering clear of the car crash
That always seems to come with an overpriced bar tab
'Cause cognac
Should come with a hard hat
Just for when your ride takes a dive and you impact with the tarmac.

Haha, that's Louis Logic, but I fuckin' love that verse.
Some of my own from hours doing nothing overnight at a gas station...

Blazing bowls to stay awake on the late night shift
So many sketchy motherfuckers here to make life shit
I'm all sorts of fucked up when an example arrives
Lookin' to dampen his mind
further with a can to imbibe.
But sanity lies
deep beneath those bloodshot eyes
You got one shot guy
Before your fun does die
When I call the fuzz, I got a job to keep
And as far as they're concerned, son, you're robbin' me
Please, sir, accept my apologies
For customer service that may be less than quality
But honestly, dude
It's fucking four in the morning,
Get the hell out my store, and that's my final warning.

you from the north my dicks down south in about two fuckin minutes it will be in your mouth!

sounds like you're really influenced by apathy or jedi mind tricks