The Free, Unused Rap Lyric Compedium: Entry 1
Terms of Use: You (50 Cent, or other ‘rapper’) agree to use the following lyrics on one of your multiplatinum albums. If you do so, you agree to come visit me at work, perform a 30 minute set in the cafeteria and take a picture with me. Trust me: after seeing the following rhymes, how could you resist?
You ain’t rich, I just don’t buy it.
You got less bread than the Atkins Diet.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
man all u wack ass bitches suck fa real nikkuhs
im da wettest of da wet and cant nobody be wetter
niggas want funk then im poppin da burreta
niggas say they want cheese aint ready 4 da cheader
you run up on me sleepy hollow im takin off ya heada
young aoub star cant nobody do it betta
frm da east side O and we all about cheader
call it da cheese bitch on my N-U-T
when she swallowin my nut all she holla out is please
daddy gladly i beat it up sadly
if a nigga run up ima whoop his ass badly
stupid wit da hands like my name chris brown
niggas ask me where im frm 3-2 its da town
i put it on my father my mother lil brother lil sister if a nigga want funk ya get mushed bra
knock u in yo head now yo head of yo shoulders
nigga call me yung rock a fella im yung ova
niggas cant see me aoub star im on da grind
niggas dnt want 2 c me i stay on da gring
stunna glasses on and aint got no lenses
aoub star spit dat hell shit yo boy deminted
nigga eyes neva plentish yo boy be da realist
niggas talk bout dat real shit everybody gon feel dis..
AA WE DA AOUB WE OUT HERE MARKY BO MR TREAL TB LC LR SHAUNY BO STEVIE MAC SUPPA DAVE MARCUS ROY YUNG ZACK CASH RAY RAY LIL MEECHY ETC…. WE COMIN BEWARE U BITCHES….!!AA!!
damn these ppl b spitten like ther no tomorro
spitten my flows es wuhd i do for a livin im drowin in my own spit as soon as u mention it like wut dh dis kid come frum iono but his rap shit wiegh a tun more delyrics fo da unlyricall posin as rappers das hyyserticyl thrown my d’s up i keep da hoes on comin wen a haters come at me i bust out a gun dey b runin mami noes wut it do she ain fruntin risk yo whole lyfe out homie, r u dumbn? my spits r so sick i make yo face numb next think u noe yo blood b comn out yo eardrums da flow’ in da buildin i noe i aint gud but wen it comes to u stey DF OUTTA MY HOOD
IM a amatuer rapper, i wrote alot of my own stuff and have a studio here at my home. I have found out though some of my best have been songs that others wrote and i maybe just edited a little. I was wondering if anyone would like to write a song and email it to me and you will reveice full credit for the lyrics. I am workin on a website for my instrumentals and songs and if u wanna write some lyrics and get known in the underground community u listen or download my instrumental that ill be workin at that time. hope to get someone who will want to do this.
sum of that shit is dope but when it coms 2 rapin i will wash ur mouth wit sope
nigga you rappers is histerical
to beat me its a miracle
im in your head like medicine
and nigga i stay strapped like lesbians
you niggas gettin to feminine
imma have put ya 6 feet deep with ya relatives
nigga you mine as well be celibate
nigga your careers are done im fuckin endin them
so fuck with me nigga and imma blast like from the past
two macks to your back now i ask can you run with that
and hell yeah i come with that
you niggas needa be big screen the way someone acts
a whole front just to get a name
nigga i drop one flow look around the corner there is fame
im justa crazy nigga stay blazin nigga
you think you got game then come and play me nigga
dis rite here 4 anyone who
challenge me dont fuck wit ck
kuz im a crip killa 4real B
we at da club partin chillin
dat me but u runnin round
trickin & trippin get hit in
da head wit dat same bottle u
sippin who gon snitch maybe
one of yo boy kuz he is btich
wen i find u cum throgh yo wit
da AK & a fully loaded clip
shit i’ll dead u & ya whole
crew who want i yo big up 2
da mami remy ma kuz while she say
everyday im fuckin him im fuckin yo
girl ima get outta here kuz like scarface
im bout 2 take over the world
WE NEED MORE RAPPERS SO IF U INTERESTED GET AT ME AT REGIONERA@AOL.COM ITS AH NEW ERA BABY
i spit rhymes once too many,
now i got bitchs falling to my feet, quicker then confetti.
i aint no joke when it come to this,
fingers cross i’ll b number 1 at dis rapping shit,
guess my age no i aint all da old
but i have dreams and my eyes are bold, with disire
coz i know where i wnna be,
behind i booth say few lines a peice,
give me da beat and pen n paper,
and i’ll sit down a come back with some new shit later,
rap it quickly get done with this shit,
go bak c my girl and den finish her quick,
sign me up 2 a record label,
don’t have to do rap battles 2 get a label,
i could do it myself in my ga-raje,
shut da doors ,but leave it a bit a lil jared,
so i can hang wit da peeps blowing up trees,
getting high on some stolen weed,
if you wanna see come see yaself,
i don’t lie i ve got my glot strapped up wit my belt,
girls feeling naughty wanna impress me,
take off ya top and u’ve succeded!
now i got dash coz i got paid,
straight to da bank i get holla at me,
wit MUSKY teach me! teach me!
but i aint no teacher some are good,
and some direr,
got 2 have talent n be inspired,
and thats why im were i am 2day,
but i need to get noticed or ill be a stray….
4eva
Young gun holla o thats me,
im young n strapped with thousands of G’s,
not stolen course all of ma own,
also roll all on my own,
im new in da game i’ll b bigger den ludaaar,
im coming down stronger den thunder,
bring house down with my thunder clap,
or bring down wit a 8 line rap!
i aint finished oo u take me 4,
if u don’t pay me quick i come nock down your door,
coz i gt ya number saved on my phone,
i would nver leave it alone,
you don’t no who i am im a unkown creature,
and ive come here just to teach ya,lesson or to in this game,
how to play and put people to shame.
i come from another world i am a martian,
but i rise through the LEV’s like a Fucking Sgt,
you might here this line in a few years or so, so
coz i writ myself all on my own, own
If you wnna no da song watch out for Stunna,
coz thats my song payer, now run along now. HOLLA!!!
dey took my other
16 off the site
dats gud kuz sum lil
nigga tried bite but
it was to hot4 him type
on his keypad shit im
just micheal jackson
kuz im so damn bad wen i
cum on the site i shut niggaz
down kuz wen it kumz 2 dis
rap game i dont clown
if wack sat down b-4 yo
feelins get hurt kuz i will put
yo name in da dirt i got mney on
my mind like wayne if yall wen
it kumz 2 u lames i no it hurt kuz
i bring da payne bitch up here on dis
site im da shit not by her but turn yo head and i’ll
have yo bitchjumpin bouncin & hoppin on & off my dick
yell i luv i fuckin luv it i wen im don ride wit da 9 lap on da way to da money “BITCH” M.O.B Niggaz Fuck wit
what it is homeboi I got that money my cash is so serious it aint even funny
Westside is where I reside the cronic and chuck tailors is how I lay it down
Ya dada mean and yadada say and dada is mean if hooker don’t pay
You know I get down you know I spit rounds
with that trey pound boy ill layem down
Why you got that frown cause im showin haters up
I bet they wanna kill me when I flash all my stuff
I gotta lotta hoes you gotta lotta bills
the only bills I got are dead presidentials
don’t ask me how I feel cause the coca got me numb
and the ice got me chill and don’t ask me where im from
88 piru blood better learn to respect us fam
cause I back hand your man on demand god damb
yall muh fuckas finna see me blow im new to the game yaheard wait for my album to drop then youll hear some lyricism im through wit these rappers i want it ALL
FURST OF ALL I HOPE YOOH GOT YOOH A CREW A GANG OF NIGGAZ SO I CAN POP THEM TOO GAS BRAKE JUMP OUTTA MY CAR POP A FEW NIGGAZ FRM ON TOP OF MY CAR I GHOST RIDE DA WHIP SPACESHIP AN ALL 32 MARCUS ALLEN WEN I HANDLE DA BALL SEE IM DA TYPE OF NIGGA DAS GONE GET MY MANN AND DISSAPEAR TA CALIFORNIA WIT HELLA HEAT IN VAN IMA SNACTH A NIGGA HEART AND BLOW OUT BRAIN SMACC A NIGGA CORAGE IN AND DISSAPEAR WIT HIS CHAYNE ERYBODY KNO IT DA FEDS IZ WAITIN ON IT AN IM DA 1 TA DO IT BUT IM JUS DEBATIN ON IT ………MY NAME YUNG KALI GET AT ME
ill pee on ur face n make ur jaw pop otta place wear my baybindas cuz finght does pay fuck u all is wut i say every day
i bet all these rappers spit by one bar.
thinkin that one day they gonna be a star. ‘shit niggas youll neva make it far. cause lil jett and young pone the ones ridin in the new cars, all you lil bitches wit your bars and patches. yall couldnt be hot wit gasoline abd matches, so yall jus need to chill cause its makin me ill, cause yall try to rap but all i hear is spill, mane i stay gettin paid
stay grippin grain, my subwoofer bang,
my rides drippin paint,
i got my hoes snortin coke,
yeah im bbout my cake,
and IPAY for dope,
AND YOU LIL BITCHES WONT ESCPAE, CAUSE IT TAKES ME BACK TO THE TIME WHEN I GOT MY FIRST AXE.
LET THAT SHIT DROP DOWN ON YO BACK LIKE ITS BIRD SHAT,
so wont all you lil bastards just stop rappin
before i come to yo momma house and get to my slappin..
PEACE NIGGAs……LIL JETT
Well I’ve use some of the words from u guys…
and I’m giving you guys credit for them…
these guys anyway..
Baby Shamrock
Keyz
Young Rizzle
Royal one
Yung Crook
appreciate it guys…
you guys are RAW!…
keep up the good work…
any1 else hav da guts 2step^ n show if dey gud eouf or not??
jus tel me wat u fink of these few quick bars,
ta,
ayo, b-blaze in mutha fuckin house,
invisible comin atcha from north west east south,
all u peepz telin evryone ur runnin the game,
but u couldnt even win a runnin race in a single lane, ha,
with a name like blaze u know im spittin fiah,
but still covad in ice like a dead polar bear,
im goin hiah 4 the leuttce cuz i reli wna get this,
rap game 2 a tee, with armarni relish,
u no it makes sense and im spittin the truth,
still yung, just seventeen with more wisdom than a tooth,
wen i step in the booth put ya hands 2 the roof,
raise up my stacks and then make em move,
straight 2 the bank with my money i’ll be seen,
on the street corner burnin up all that green,
but dont hesitate 2 step cuz i wil nock ya out,
the first sign of weekness is wen people shout,
ur tellin me ur in secure like not falling out,
deep in the game, deeper than wat should be allowed,
money cash moolah i am the banks ruler,
branches open out and the trees drop it all ova,
so if ya wana holla at ya boy i aint watin around 4 days,
i mite leave u with a burn mark so u no uve been b-blazed!
allow it, blaze, out ….
youz preety fine boi,you think youz fine boy, but they call u a jellyfish cuz u anit got no spine, one looks at me and ill turn him into spegetti your water gun anit no match for my machede so go back to ur primary class u two bit how b4 i pound ur white ass.
now tell me wat a hun’ed cost
a hun’ed on da watch
a hun’ed on da cross
a hun’ed pound wat dat cost
man dats a wimp
a hun’ed thousand clip bout ta let it rip
hun’ed on da vacation man dat’s a trip
i’m down ta fuckin wit dem gangs
so now you motha fuckas fuck wit dis
man dis bitch baby b
is fake jus like her white t
all ways lyin bout bein ta juvie 4 times
bitch all you got was bootcamp time
man im fifteen and been ta juvie 3 times
the game aint shit ta lie bout
bitch you fake
im tha real shit
smokin ery day cuz
i gotta stay high igh igh igh igh igh igh igh igh
till i die ie ie ie ie ie ie ie ie
you smoke? HA!!!
all you smoke is the smoke from my blunt
always chokin wen you smell my smoke
and always chokin on dem reds wen you pop em’ wit me
bitch you cant even get one down
put a glock to my head again and bitch see wat happens
cause you aint got shit on me
always runnin yo mouth
cause you gotta dick
nigga i got a pussy and im willin ta use it
jus ta put you outta tha game
always sayin that im scured
boy you is
throw you down and straddle you
cause i wonna feel yo body
get mad baby get mad
cause you’ll love it when im mad
you still say im scured and im on top of you
you lok at me and rip my shirt off
you throw me and then tear my pants off and it’s like were fightin
boi im gettin mad now and i told you you’d like it
you wont more den baby jus tell me
cause i’ll do anything ta get you outta tha game
cause im killa kay
i don’t spit no more
cuz my homeboi hit dat door
yeah ya boi Lil Tom he dead by dem fuckin fake ass crips
It’s war wit BFM n crips
so no more spits from him
dis wuz his dream
spittin fo da redneck side
not many like him
so hes original, he’s the REAL shit
he gangsta he thug
bitch dont doubt tha dead
he spat shit like my niggas
bitch we LEGENDS!!!
just a white bitch
dis Killa Kay n she’s out!
Bitch, tell me wat a hun’ed cost
a hun’ed on tha watch
a hun’ed on tha cross
a hun’ed thous’ dolla car, man dats a wim
a hun’ed bullets in tha clip bout ta let it rip
a hun’ed on tha vacation, now dats a trip
im down ta fuckin wit dem gangs, im bout ta pimp
a hun’ed thous’ of dem pillz, a half a mil’
a hun’ed thous’ on tha tip, not dat’ll get ya killed
a hun’ed (hun’ed) yund n he’ll get cha done
an i aint mad cuz we be posted wit a hun’ed gunz
k-kay tripa c’s stamped on ery gun
im back n fourth M.I.A., tryna cop-a-ton
common scured ass bitch’s if you got sum den fuckin bring it, i will fuckin serve it back to yo gay asses
MAN K-KAY YOU’S A GAY ASS BITCH. U CANT EVEN RAP FO SHIT. YOU WANNA BATTLE WIT YO GAY RAPS DEN FUCKIN COMEUPTO MY CRIB AND I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT IT DO BABY GURL!!! I HAVE TO SAY YOU ARE PRETTY GOOD, ESPECIALLY WIT DAT BABY B GURL!!!
yo muh name is j-spazz,and wut im spittin is ill i aint consedive or stukup man im making a kill muh rymes are so heavey dat dey stay in ur head im d one who told j holliday to put yall to bed.im just a normal lil boy tryna maintain muh hustle,but y yal otha catz
wa-nna lay low tryin fix ya mussle,im to much fo yall so just bag bac how yal gonna let a 13 year tell yall all dat yall just lil bittie babyz thinkin that im so soft check muh stauts and see if i dnt go off
[[ya digg h-townz finest]]
man BLT you’s got a myspace? lok me up at socpanda1@aol.com n send me a request. ite?
Here I come
Strate ferious
No games man im coming serious
Yo I spit shit dats literal
Rhymes putting yah brain in dat critical
Yo fifteen doin shit youll never believe
Rappin for uh reason I got dreams to achieve
But on da real bx dats rough
Live in my world for uh day and well see whos really tough
I stay wit two gats in each pockets
Fully loaded ready to go off like two rockets
Man u cannot stop it
i roll up on yo street and im claiming territory
watch me as i take over here da keys to my whip go wash it 4 me
yo i got nutten to prove
rappin wit nuttin to loose
u wanna be uh bitch or make it big u choose
yo lemme put my brain on autopilot
cah my rap is the sickest 1 yet and i got all yall bitches quiet
dont deny it
go fuck uh pussy
yeah try it
ill take uhh oozie tah yah throne
walkin around claimin my throne u just uh lil wimp
why dont u just go home
ok ok second try is uh charm haha
*!YOUNG prophecy*!
You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth
Or I’ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be…a more wicked MC
‘Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren’t sicker than me
I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
‘Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, ‘cuz God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words’ll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
And you can’t fathom the truth, so you don’t hear me
You think illuminati’s just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That’s why Conservative racists are all runnin’ shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I’m jammin’ frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
Pack weapons illegally, because I’m never hesitant
Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president
spoke my peace witout da drop of uh beat
*!YOUNG PROPHESY!*
You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth
Or I’ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be…a more wicked MC
‘Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren’t sicker than me
I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
‘Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, ‘cuz God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words’ll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
And you can’t fathom the truth, so you don’t hear me
You think illuminati’s just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That’s why Conservative racists are all runnin’ shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I’m jammin’ frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
Pack weapons illegally, because I’m never hesitant
Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president
i just made the rap of da year witout da drop of uh beat
man all yall suck catch this verse if you can fuckin crackers
Dropping chaotic super sonic neurotic sippin tonic blue berry kronic inhaled up in these lungs
,killa description pill poppin prescription speakin in different diction is that it when the end
truly comes// now i rewind it back and think on the course of my life when blood was shed upon
the altar and the streets of sacrifice// blue was the colour i was bound to for ever// playing
out and not given a damn about whatever// thinkin when i was in the streets i was fuckin clever
//so i live my life on and try to live it much better// but no matter no hard i try i cant seem to get away from a life so hard i wish i would jus die today//its another story puttin0 the gun straight to his head// and pulled the trigga knowin hell truly be dead// takin away the chance of a new beautiful life, his soul is bound for hell and next ill pay the price// so if theres truly a god up in the sky// please forgive my sins i dont really want to die// i wanna live in peace god please save my soul// this shit is fuckin crazy man im outta control// i dont wanna burn in sulfuric blazin flames// ima be the virus up in the devils mainframe// ima cause so much strife he wont know wut fuckin hit him// and gospel holy fire lyrics wut ill be spittin//so the conclusion of this verse ill pass it to my boy// MC Paradox homie maybe you can spit some joy
man dis shit fo dat thing i call boifriend
all ways spittin in my face
bitch gimme my space
you say you wonna have fun
hold up!, let me get my gun
imma go Eminem on you
I FUNKIN HATE YOU!!!
naw enough of day shit
befo i get hit
man common, shit you cant be cool
always tryin ta drown me in that fuckin pool
bein beat ery night
i need to put up a fight
GOD i fuckin hate you
wait! y do i have to bring him in?
dis jus a game
me n u livin
man fuck you
if lil tom was here
he would KILL you
INSTEAD I HAVE TOO!!!
Yeah bitch im always smokin. the dro has got me chokin like a cough cough and then im back to the game like a rich boy ridin in his range these niggas always actin strange until i rearange they face then i tell them to lase’em up cuz im always stayin fly plus im always stayin high until i reach the sky im a keep my game sewed up tight and i never never cry cause im to hard for that and thats that>
you magnify your lies
handing out your addiction
digging the graves of our children
further forcing my conviction
i wear this mark upon my hand
just to prove you wrong
you hook the kids on your fucking poison
slowly stringing them along
no compromises will be made
intensifying my hatred of you and your fucking songs
with fist raised in defiance
to defend most sacred values
standing strong for what i believe in
to myself i will stay true
the X my symbol of protest
to stand strong through and through
resistance
contaminating everything around you
you’re bearing empty gifts of deceit
i’m fighting for purification
keeping the strong minds free
i fucking protest on behalf of what i believe
unleashing vengeance to keep them free
So just try and fucking stop me.
SON U GARBAGE WE GOT LIE DETECTORS MAN WE KNO U FAKE CUZ YOU AMOUNT TO MORE ASS THAN GIRLS AT A CONCERT FOR JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE YOUR WHACK RAPS DAWG YOUR WHOLE VERSE SOUND LIKE A CHORUS CUZ YOU REPEAT THE FLOW QUESTIONING ME LIKE A LOST TOURIST YOU CATZ IS BORING ME LETS STATE THE FACTS YOU NEED A DICTIONARY TO POST YA RAPS BUT YOU SEEM TO HAVE FORGOT THE USE OF A CEMENTARY I BURY THE LIES ALONG WITH THE CRIES CUZ NIGGA THIS IS A LYRICAL AVALANCHE SO WHY YOU CROSSING MY PATH I OVER DO SHIT LIKE USING A LASER TO KILL ANTS SON LETS BE HONEST YOU SHOULD PAY HOMAGE SO NIGGA WHERES THE MONEY YOU SUPPOSE TO BE A THUG MORE LIKE A CLOWN CUZ YOU FAKE ASS NIGGAS IS MAKING ME LAUGH
YALL JUST GOT SKOOLED BY A 13 YEAR OLD GURL
ur lines suck.
try this.
u feel ur rap is cool cos d lyrics r dirty
but the points r like MC Hammer’s wallet EMPTY!!
so all of ur dissin’ just dope
probably try ballet instead could be ur last hope
nd dnt take this so bad, let ur friends see this or anythin’
u wont want them know am just thirteen.
U DIG!!!
fuck what you heard
bitch imma motherfucking bird
i will shit on yall
before i fall
give me a stamp
cause my eyes light up like lamps
im through wit this crew
i bang wit the cottin crew
peace
yo YOUNG PROPHECY u fukin copy cat u got that from an un told rap site
nigga u cant bite wut the fuck im bout to write
yo check it
have you ever been desciminated even hate
i have and dont know one no it till now
you cant live of ppl dude that fucking wack
u must be a fucking rat cause just step on ya pad
motherfucker im ill
and i dont mind to kill
any mother fucker that rhymes just got sent back
Hey young prophecy, nice job quoting immortal techniques cause of death. its a good song i agree. you think none of us niggas would know who he is
all yall fake niggaz tryin 2 rap
fuck wit kao ur ass will get clapped
i dont kare if u white i kan make ur ass go black
dis iz jus a freestyle but i should put it on a track
reppin va posted on da block wit a mac
its da semi auto dat will hav bullets tearin up yo back
y is all u niggas hatin?
make 1 big ass rap dat all niggas luv n stop bein stealas.
Drop it down low n bring it back up to my intersection
I wanna feel ya inner section penetrate my innersection
Bend ova, wiggle it, wobble it girl I’m luvvin it
U jus keep on doin ya thang and I’m a start dougin ya
Beat dat pussy up like it’s sum cake mix
Gon suck a nigga dick quit all dat fake shyt
I ain’t got no patience bitch
Been wantin to beat for bout a week
And put dis meat up on ya teeth
I know u a freak so let me see everything dat u can be
Put dis dick so far up in ya baby ull be wigglin knees
I like to toss her with my piece while sippin drank and smokin weed
U can pop an xtasy, well take ya ass to ecstasy
One in ya mouf, one in ya back
Tappin ass like piano keys
One bitch tried to handle me
Met her down on miami beach
Pussy like a cameltoe, ass shake like a georgia peach
Pop me a stamina or a x and bammed on dat freak
I don’t kno wat she was thinkin, I kno wat I wanna see
all u rappers if ur listenin
none of u my boys try to shine but im glistenin
wrap up the menue stick a fork now we finish em
lookin for a break and a mic now they listenin
snakes try to get me i cant see em but they hissen
bitches want me back there dreamin and missin
pitchin out the line bait hook and im fishin
This is not a lecture; let us consider the contextual texture of the text here? Is it fearfully tearful, frightfully delightful? Oversee the deceitful, replace conceited with meaningful. If a rhyme fits it it, I abruptly bite ‘em. Post-mortem eyesight immortally survives by prescribed monotheistic rites that I recite over candlelight tonight.
When I look into the mirror
,i dnt like what i see..
i see the face of a sinner,
starin blankly at me
When you see me in ure eyez I seem to start reactin
da onli problem is its just ure heart contractin
in my heart u no ya luv is just refractin
and for now my heart is locked in.
Braaappp Lil G
YOUR NO GANGSTA YOUR NOT STREET YOU MAKE YOURSELF SOUND GANGSTA WEN YOUR RAPPING ON THE BEAT WHY YOU ALL WAYS ON THE HYPETING YOU WALK LIKE YOU DUN BAD TING YOU SAY U COMMITIED CRIMES YOU ONLY SAY THAT SO YOUR BARS RHYMME IV DUN CRIMES IV DUN TIME YOU FINK UR BADMAN UR NUFFIN BOY IF COMITTED CRIMES BOY I BET YOU RAN WENT CRYIN TO YOUR NAN UR NO G FAM LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME LIKE DO YOU FIT THE GRIME SCENE U GOT NUFFIN MAN U DNT GRIND STOPP TLKING LIKE YOU DO BOY COZ U DNT HAVE NO SHINE IMMA SPIT 3 MORE BARS LIKE IM FROM NY DONT FUCK WITH MY CLICKS YALL STARTIN CONFLICTS FUK THOSE HATERS THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE MORNIN SO MUCH DAM HEAT THEY CORSE GLOBAL WARMIN THIS IS A WARNIN FUK WITH ME YALL HERE MY GUNS GO RAWRIN
You guys think youre pro cause youre rapping for som ho**
I come from iceland the land of ice and snow
This idea has no meaning,writing some shit to get a blow..
im not gonna have this long cause im writing a song
and that aint for this ho**!
see everybody want a young man now im breathin my bad they tryin to pass doin they block to find cash they try to pass take my advice then shots blast cause my bad equal a gator when shots blast they wonder why cops be circlin round clerkin em i aint neva seen em before but ya we clerkin em they wearin mass like passes and they got on tank tops and a pair of reebok classics dudes in my ear and they know im from the south i cant fuck right now i got 2 runts in my mouth and then we oreintal and we goin mess it up like its winter had to get that paper so we can be 1 of them presenters we leave the streets ya’ll know dtp u need chicks u need bricks jus leave it 2 me u know who it be play wit me u lose in the streets ur parents need need couslin sayin the loser was me u get called dow 2 washington dc we invented dtp so dont mess wit me belive dat
Kid Swagg
sitting layed back with lyrics flowing thru my head,
16 girls ringing me, wanting to get in my bed,
14 offering to give me head,
whilst the last 2 are naked and getting fuked in the shed
this man right here has a comedian flow,
girl on her knees sucking like a hoe,
trying to slow down im shouting at her no,
u got urslef into this u wont stop untill i blow
these girl on the left are giving me flowers,
whilst the girl on the right are losing their powers,
ur pregnant now u tramp take showers
send this track is like copyright downers
16 bars have come to me like 1.2.3,
get shot up in a flash and bow to ur knee,
mans knows u is shook ur about to flee,
now ur leaving this ting in 1.2.3.