yo @the rhyme king
lemme get a break down of "dont front"
the most popular ARTIST not just rapper but artist on the planet just surgically operated over that golden era sound..
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yo @the rhyme king
lemme get a break down of "dont front"
the most popular ARTIST not just rapper but artist on the planet just surgically operated over that golden era sound..
you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bytch there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bytch there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
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Pinyapplesuckas
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who is the best lyricalist? and explain his lyricalism and how he became a lyricologist
whachu need bro.
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breh don't u hate me or something.
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can u sing me up on boxden.com
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Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fukking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafukkin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fukk, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, fukking microphone or the beat
bytch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
-case with Denaun screaming "Who the fukk passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shyt from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bytch
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bytch first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafukkin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fukk not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafukk Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an a$$hole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front
eminem one of the best a complex rhyme schemes in terms of stucture.
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fukking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafukkin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fukk, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, fukking microphone or the beat
bytch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
-case with Denaun screaming "Who the fukk passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shyt from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bytch
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bytch first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafukkin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fukk not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafukk Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an a$$hole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front
eminem one of the best a complex rhyme schemes in terms of stucture.
im not registered there. i only fucc with the best thecoli.com
if theres any way i can help you pm me breh. i got you
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im not registered there. i only fucc with the best thecoli.com
if theres any way i can help you pm me breh. i got you
i just need u to sign me up.
this forum would not miss you
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I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and kinda blood-bathed
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfukker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fukk, I will light this bytch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fukking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shytted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and kinda blood-bathed
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfukker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fukk, I will light this bytch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fukking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shytted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?
MaccabeanRebel
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I guarantee you haven't decoded your favorite lyricist..I was listening to some old canibus shyt the other day and blew my mind away. I kind of get where your coming from though, I miss the days when lyricist actually made you have to go look stuff up. Everything now is so effortless. I know most of the shyt is for the club, but can I get some balance my nicca my nicca