The OFFICIAL "Flow Like Roc Marciano" Thread.

[EA]

this thread is pure

I'm gonna put Death Parade on repeat so I can contribute.

 

[Poetical Poltergeist]

King of the jungle
I Need my queen to stay humble
Keep my kush in a bundle
I serve fiends till they stumble
Twist of fate, I twist the cap by the waist
Slap a nikka fast then I break,
Breakfast with my FAM and I'm late
Marvin hagler, gat grappler
My hat backwards like I might jack ya
Crooked like wall street
Grimey as the bloodstains on the concrete
Got no reflection,
I speak from my nines perspective,
Never speak to detectives
I Never take directives,
Move thru the streets with mad protection
Soft spoken,
Bullet thru the chest leave ya heart broken

Word up

 

[TrifeGod]

yo these bars are mean goddamn looooool

Marc would be proud

 

[A.V.]

 

[Pinyapplesuckas]

 

[Piff Perkins]

In the Benz listening to The Kinks
Rolling past your bytch I give her a wink
Poof here's a minx
I don't talk much, call me Link
Puff cigars as I pull bytches at the skating rink

 

[g-ice]

classic thread already

 

[A.V.]

we on the east side maintainin
got a hoe cookin up turkey bacon, with just a apron
got time im facin so i face it
and bring c4 to my arraignment
started from the bottom
now im on the escalator adjacent
time is money
paid in full every minute im waitin
you take shots, bullets get wasted
momma needs defibrillation
flamethrower now your cremated
games over so you cant play it
bird nikkaz makin statements
but i got 30 men and contra guns for invaders
machine gun spread wit the lasers
why would i sell blow if i aint taste it
why would bytches bag blow if they aint naked
its just the basics
got soul dont gimme the temptations
smack the batter out ya cake mix
we on the rise with pies and birds
my nikka this is thanksgivin

 

[A.V.]

Divine corpse...My mind thoughts the size of a dinosaur...
A shrine with God's cross, full of crime lords...
.....uh.........My repertoire fly as Concords...
Ya rhymes forced...............Nas lost...
I eat linguini wit the ziti...you weak like a preemie full of TB
Zebra skin rug by the TV...............
........Buy the air inside ya lungs for a large barter....
Then dodge the charges in a Dodge Charger...

Spoiler

Did this without my mic plugged in but lmao

 

[Urbanmiracle]

Skin
Permanent tan
Pitch grams
With my man
The scam worth atleast 200 grand
Ya bytch thinks im the man
Can't disagree
Ya dogs can't even match the pedigree
Like my hoes with curves like the letter c
Or s
Get bless with the tech
Amen
Shooter click clack
Like say when
Snakes greet with a fake grin
I slap open handed
You move like a James brown spin
Or a temptation
I be like stop sign on the block
Posted holding the glock
Middle fingers to cops
As they roll by
Wrong guys to try
Like it or not
Fresh lobster just thrown in pot
garlic butter
Gentlemen but 9 says I'm gutter
Put the knife to ya brother
And pipe to mother
Leave ya father in his sorrow
Cuz we know he sucka
It's the Marc like no one other
Cocksucka

 

[Only On Camera]

Divine corpse...My mind thoughts the size of a dinosaur...
A shrine with God's cross, full of crime lords...
.....uh.........My repertoire fly as Concords...
Ya rhymes forced...............Nas lost...
I eat linguini wit the ziti...you weak like a preemie full of TB
Zebra skin rug by the TV...............
........Buy the air inside ya lungs for a large barter....
Then dodge the charges in a Dodge Charger...

 

[Irie Buju]

p*ssy
Leakin
Like the blood from you fake nikkas nose
While she slips out her clothes
And I slide through like Nas in the club
From Belly
This bytch gon learn bout Africa
Finish up
Get a text from a yungin
"Wut up cuH?"
My stock
Risin through these streets
That leave a brotha chewed up like a wildebeest
Lions eatin
While their mothers weepin
Crying over the loss of their first born to the gun
And their second to the game
The third asphyxiated as he lays by his needle

 

[*L*E*G*A*C*Y*]

I got to sub this thread...fire!

 

[A.V.]

I can do this all day my nikkas

 

[2manyFCKNrappers]

my beat is nothing but keystrokes and silence
my dreams is constructed of c-notes and violence
thoughts simmer like soup in the pot
nikkas strive for degrees or keys
either way we pursued to be locked
the Judases watch
waiting everyday just to consume you with plots
and as it thickens
my magic piff' in the air
sit and i stare
lookin' at a bytch in her brassiere
lovin' the moment not the emotions
tomorrow it'll be dead
right now i send my condolence