KillSpray
Don't be mad
this thread is amazing
The OFFICIAL "Flow Like Roc Marciano" Thread.
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this thread is amazing
KillSpray
Don't be mad
MoeDollaZ$
Well Damn!
S550 coupe... Linen suit
Prepare the troops
Phoney nikkas never tale the truth
Chicken cutlets on the grill
A bosses meal
Arrange the deal
These nikkas squeal im grippin steel
Select the bytch wit the chocolate feel
Cop a purple pill
The whip cost a quarter mill
Ghetto henchmen at the reception
Ur wife tend to my erection
Polo condom for my protection
Prepare the troops
Phoney nikkas never tale the truth
Chicken cutlets on the grill
A bosses meal
Arrange the deal
These nikkas squeal im grippin steel
Select the bytch wit the chocolate feel
Cop a purple pill
The whip cost a quarter mill
Ghetto henchmen at the reception
Ur wife tend to my erection
Polo condom for my protection
JasonSJackson
Jah Sun Ma'at Ra
i guess its time to push play on this nikkas mixtape to find out what inspired yall
KillSpray
Don't be mad
click to shoot
Make ya face screw like you just ate ginger root
You nikkas too minuscule
Ya fate is tragic
I'm draped in Outstanding fabrics
Read a passage, the book of ecclesiastics
Weapons be coveted
Lobster smothered with butter dip
fukk it, I even blew ya mother a kiss
It's Punishment
I'm running with republicans
Venison in the oven
You bum nikkas is suffering
Charges was caught
Dropped the package off by the shore
To think it all started from a thought
Make ya face screw like you just ate ginger root
You nikkas too minuscule
Ya fate is tragic
I'm draped in Outstanding fabrics
Read a passage, the book of ecclesiastics
Weapons be coveted
Lobster smothered with butter dip
fukk it, I even blew ya mother a kiss
It's Punishment
I'm running with republicans
Venison in the oven
You bum nikkas is suffering
Charges was caught
Dropped the package off by the shore
To think it all started from a thought
Poetical Poltergeist
Precise and cold hearted
Big baller ..clothes made of kawala,
Talk in codes like Navajo,
Jab a hoe for having less dough..
Got cash flow out the a$$hole,
Big Willie my chick hotter than green chili
Pop a nikka like a wheelie,
Crack in my pocket,
Keep a gram a hash in the locket,
Red eyes in the socket,
My chick look like nia long from Vietcong..
Private dancer the shaft give em colon cancer,
Pimpin on the beach,
swimsuit the texture like a leach,
Big bass fishing, faster than ad libbin,
Face time costs u admission,
Shrimp for breakfast,.... then Its on to the next bytch
Word up
Talk in codes like Navajo,
Jab a hoe for having less dough..
Got cash flow out the a$$hole,
Big Willie my chick hotter than green chili
Pop a nikka like a wheelie,
Crack in my pocket,
Keep a gram a hash in the locket,
Red eyes in the socket,
My chick look like nia long from Vietcong..
Private dancer the shaft give em colon cancer,
Pimpin on the beach,
swimsuit the texture like a leach,
Big bass fishing, faster than ad libbin,
Face time costs u admission,
Shrimp for breakfast,.... then Its on to the next bytch
Word up
Listening to this new mixtape, bytch sleeping, whiskey on ice in my hand...
It goes one for wife, two for the girlfriends
three times for war wounds and whirlwinds
my nikkas hustle like the world spin
sunrise to sundown, 365, secure ends
between fingers twirl gems
peel off in the pearl benz
we keep it ghetto fam
break down grams and rep the nicks like a Melo fan
wrap money in yellow bands then stash it in Bustelo cans
flash metal cans to settle plans
turn a bytch to a puppet like Gepetto's hand
embezzle grands dump bodies in the Meadowlands
always keep the missus separate from the mistress
stand tall on the block like Hibbert
count the digits and make time for mischief
wrist frigid pimp a white bytch named brigitte
her titties bust out the blouse like twin midgets
she routinely turnin tricks like Whodini
keep me sippin saketinis
lamborghini same color as the clam sauce and linguine
I know you see me
jumpin squares - king me
slave blood with a pharoah's heart
saw the game in advance like a tarot card
Egyptian cotton and tan leather
pasta with the pancetta, no man's better
never been a fan I only stan cheddar
cruise through your block with the bass all loud
coat open with the get the 8 balls out
hair stay with the waves like a baseball crowd
now that's clout
heat in the bomber no chinks in the armor
the bytches see the g is charmin'
goat cheese in the omelette
any fly Italian shoes nikka I bought 'em
breeze through cool like the first day of autumn
in minneapolis eatin fish tacos at the Tin Fish
this isn't fiction this is pimpish
the g is neverending
you get nervous when the transaction's pending
I'm confident my shyt is credit not debit
spread my shyt across forums like Reddit
made my first mil back when
nikkas hit the crack stems
posse full of black men who packed the Mac 10s
and stayed ready for action, with shoes matchin their hat brims
lampin in the crack den relaxin
packin rocks the size the size of aspirin
back when you were in your room reading Maxim, looking at the pictures fappin
and practicin your backspins to fit in with the black kids
you might as well be from Cedar Rapids
I seen fiends collapsin, they mama gaspin,
kids in tears askin what happened
who you think you harassin? Your skin is ashen.
My G is everlastin, blow by you like you let a draft in
I go raftin in the Caspian to prove my acumen...
It goes one for wife, two for the girlfriends
three times for war wounds and whirlwinds
my nikkas hustle like the world spin
sunrise to sundown, 365, secure ends
between fingers twirl gems
peel off in the pearl benz
we keep it ghetto fam
break down grams and rep the nicks like a Melo fan
wrap money in yellow bands then stash it in Bustelo cans
flash metal cans to settle plans
turn a bytch to a puppet like Gepetto's hand
embezzle grands dump bodies in the Meadowlands
always keep the missus separate from the mistress
stand tall on the block like Hibbert
count the digits and make time for mischief
wrist frigid pimp a white bytch named brigitte
her titties bust out the blouse like twin midgets
she routinely turnin tricks like Whodini
keep me sippin saketinis
lamborghini same color as the clam sauce and linguine
I know you see me
jumpin squares - king me
slave blood with a pharoah's heart
saw the game in advance like a tarot card
Egyptian cotton and tan leather
pasta with the pancetta, no man's better
never been a fan I only stan cheddar
cruise through your block with the bass all loud
coat open with the get the 8 balls out
hair stay with the waves like a baseball crowd
now that's clout
heat in the bomber no chinks in the armor
the bytches see the g is charmin'
goat cheese in the omelette
any fly Italian shoes nikka I bought 'em
breeze through cool like the first day of autumn
in minneapolis eatin fish tacos at the Tin Fish
this isn't fiction this is pimpish
the g is neverending
you get nervous when the transaction's pending
I'm confident my shyt is credit not debit
spread my shyt across forums like Reddit
made my first mil back when
nikkas hit the crack stems
posse full of black men who packed the Mac 10s
and stayed ready for action, with shoes matchin their hat brims
lampin in the crack den relaxin
packin rocks the size the size of aspirin
back when you were in your room reading Maxim, looking at the pictures fappin
and practicin your backspins to fit in with the black kids
you might as well be from Cedar Rapids
I seen fiends collapsin, they mama gaspin,
kids in tears askin what happened
who you think you harassin? Your skin is ashen.
My G is everlastin, blow by you like you let a draft in
I go raftin in the Caspian to prove my acumen...
realstruck
Pro
this sh!t too fuccn much
I haven't heard the mixtape Walt but I'm sure you killed it.
This has all your hallmarks
The Jewnited States
Superstar
some of walts rhymes are better than 90 percent of stuff i've heard this year 
The Dust King
A Childrens Story
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Piff Perkins
Veteran
I'm on a boat sippin henny
Own three jets call me Benny
bytch suck dikk like it's trendy
My bytches name is Mindy
Five more nuts and I'll give her a Fendi
Chanel, all you lame nikkas is pale
Stare down 50 years and never tell
Pass me the L, my lungs never fail
Eating baked tilapia with a side of kale
I'm a don, respect the green palms
You just an Uncle Tom
Ain't seen p*ssy since you came out ya mom
Own three jets call me Benny
bytch suck dikk like it's trendy
My bytches name is Mindy
Five more nuts and I'll give her a Fendi
Chanel, all you lame nikkas is pale
Stare down 50 years and never tell
Pass me the L, my lungs never fail
Eating baked tilapia with a side of kale
I'm a don, respect the green palms
You just an Uncle Tom
Ain't seen p*ssy since you came out ya mom
USSInsiders
Banned
Clap the cannon,
Strapped with magnums,
the strap's a magnum,
go deep like moss, no sphagnum,
You gimps is tired,
Never skimp on my pimp attire
Grip the shrimp whilst your nymph admires
Strapped with magnums,
the strap's a magnum,
go deep like moss, no sphagnum,
You gimps is tired,
Never skimp on my pimp attire
Grip the shrimp whilst your nymph admires
25YOUTHS!!
Superstar
Never heard of Marciano before this thread but after listening ya'll dead on with the cadence and rhyme scheme.
Some GOAT ghostwriting skills on here
A.V.
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