Write a short Verse

[Woodwerkz]

fukk the bullshyt the preacher spewin from the pulpit.
Our souls been lost, so I’m fuelin’ up the Buick.
He no better than me, hustlin’ members for profit.
Lyin’ bout what God said you a fukkin false prophet.
So me and cohorts bare firearms like Human Torch.
Stakin out licks by leaving flyers on their porch.
25 Spring Breeze Dr looking sweet for us to abort.
He forgot to set the alarm, heard he running late for court.
That Recession took the window dressin from my hopes and dream.
This college grad been had so it’s back to my roots for this cream.
So fukk Uncle Sam, Sallie Mae and whom it may concern
If he dies, he dies and this muthafukka gonna burn.

 

[USSInsiders]

Inshallah, I got bread, challah/

Holla at allah and sing akunamatada, entrada in the casa, endowed wit' something the size of a kielbasa/

Bismillah, taquir and steer clear of these infidels, I'll have infidels sitting in hell my crib's a citadel/

Curses to shaytan and the rest of the jin, no pork, no tattoos, and no drinking gin/

Only prophet I seek is the one named Mohammad, and the only thing I bow down to is his master/

Bismillah ir rahman ir raheem, jab, jab, right cross, hook, that's Kareem

"hook, that's Kareem." I'm nice

 

[Lurking Class Hero]

I ain't written a verse in a minute ..... let me see what I got........ polish off my skills.....





Red Rolls, white ceiling
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I ain't a dead President but I love millions
They like “Earthling, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthafukker
But I ain't seen it in years
Still survive like nikkas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than nikkas at the Rucker
Who said I’ll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shyt at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nikka T.I. for keeping a level head
nikkas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Ain't a street in my city that you ain't heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ’s glove
And I’ma keep name droppin’ long as my name poppin’
I mean long as the ‘cane poppin’
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
Living the coca leaf life
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I’m a crook bytch
fukk ya book bytch
I live life like ain't no money on my books bytch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bytch
dikkin’ em out, foreign cars I’m whippin’ em out
Been gang bangin’ since the first Pippen’s was out

 

[razassin]

fukk nikka go on n suck a dikk
I pull my knife out n fukk ya bytch
My mob we robbin women n children
At the club we drug n rape women then kill them (rich homie!)
commit crimes for the trill sumthin we do
At the trap cut the coke with sumthin lethal
Catch a nikka cut him up black on black crime
Catch a white bytch rape her ass back to back crimes

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

We should bring this thread back and use this site to make them real songs

https://app.suno.ai/create/

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

I ain't written a verse in a minute ..... let me see what I got........ polish off my skills.....





Red Rolls, white ceiling
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I ain't a dead President but I love millions
They like “Earthling, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthafukker
But I ain't seen it in years
Still survive like nikkas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than nikkas at the Rucker
Who said I’ll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shyt at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nikka T.I. for keeping a level head
nikkas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Ain't a street in my city that you ain't heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ’s glove
And I’ma keep name droppin’ long as my name poppin’
I mean long as the ‘cane poppin’
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
Living the coca leaf life
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I’m a crook bytch
fukk ya book bytch
I live life like ain't no money on my books bytch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bytch
dikkin’ em out, foreign cars I’m whippin’ em out
Been gang bangin’ since the first Pippen’s was out

Lurking class hero by @bigmood | Suno

Motown,aggressive rap,soul audio sample song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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[Artificial Intelligence]

Just will do a quick freestyle for fun....

I'll keep this light and comical,
If I excel to my true level the skill be astronomical,
Phenomenal flows, be admonishing foes,
You fear the blows, cause your not near me bro,
My minds Einstein, divine when I write rhymes,
When my light shine, I blind the short sighted,
Rhyme fiends delighted, excited, by the tight spits,
Something Fresh like Dougie, hard like Bumpy... Knuckles,
I chuckle when I snuff you, then do the Ali Shuffle,
I sting like a bee, lyrically legendary,
Righteous like Iron Fist, like Canibus a scientist,
That scar ya ass hard, like a post from Art Barr,
I school ya, I fool ya, like Rick the Ruler,
Thick dikk for chicks, their lips my hoover,
My knowledge reigns supreme, like MC Metaphysical,
Peace to all the real posters, and fukk the stereotypical,
Minimal minded, who don't respect albums like Criminal Minded,
And all the real classics, I stretch their mind like gymnastics,
With freestyles that fantastic, I'm a Hip Hop fanatic,
They dikkriders that's avid, Hip Hop lives forever,
The music and culture, I genuinely treasure,
Never another genre better, we rep the 18th Letter,
The ones in poverty, so allign and follow me,
And we can elevate, our position, fulfil our visions,
And potential, that's essential, not doing so's detrimental,
Individually and collectively, those living positively, get ultimate, respect from me,
But if you a fake snake, your bubble I'm gonna break,
Eliminate by demonstrating ,you can't fukk with, what Tru Masters create,
Though I'm not in the Wu, my Methods of a Genius are undeniable.

The ruler O9 by @bigmood | Suno

90s New York hip hop, gritty,aggressive rap,violin audio sample song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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[Ty Daniels]

Coli Cash on Zero, still Rome with Smoke, I'm on that Nero,
Just to Body these Dudes with Heat,
Like Rob De Nero.

Solo Mob, On my Job, Cats scared,
Running to Mods...

No Backtracks, Real Facts,
They on that "Pause",
Just Hella "Broads".

It's The Gawd Sun, UV Rays, Ignite like Arson.
Bombing Reps, "Negging" Rookies To Vets,
I'm out for Larcen!

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

Coli Cash on Zero, still Rome with Smoke, I'm on that Nero,
Just to Body these Dudes with Heat,
Like Rob De Nero.

Solo Mob, On my Job, Cats scared,
Running to Mods...

No Backtracks, Real Facts,
They on that "Pause",
Just Hella "Broads".

It's The Gawd Sun, UV Rays, Ignite like Arson.
Bombing Reps, "Negging" Rookies To Vets,
I'm out for Larcen!

Went to the studio today and recorded this

Ty by @bigmood | Suno

West coast funk hip-hop, laid back song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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[Ty Daniels]

Went to the studio today and recorded this

Ty by @bigmood | Suno

West coast funk hip-hop, laid back song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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Repped!

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

Repped!

I’m out for larcen! we need more heat

 

[The Ruler 09]

The ruler O9 by @bigmood | Suno

90s New York hip hop, gritty,aggressive rap,violin audio sample song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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This is dope, DM me your details, you did a great job.

 

[Sunalmighty]

chink snitch spotted the bytch and a nikka
same dude that favor leon spinks
kinda brash, last spring robbed brinks
and blew away rich porter for his mink
but i aint the one for playin caught em
outside the bank layin up
glock to his think thank
come off the bands nikka or its gonna be
head or gut
cover ya cheap tux in acid reflux
how many bucks ya soul worth, live nikkas
bold enough to run iron mike for his boxing purse
murder first or murda in the first
not taking any charges from a D.A.
if the pigs corner me i let the mac squirt
my flows a red alert
bathing with the finest hebrew bytches
that powder my nuts and stitch camel hairs for shirts

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

Unless she my girl, I ain’t fukkin for free
You ain’t got coli cash? You cant be talking to me
Its the A-R-T fiscial
Yes I’m the official
My Intelligence is infinite
My 45 wil split your wig
Scrollin through the coli with my brehs, no diddy
Beat me in a battle , don’t be silly
Pass port bros style, exotic women
It’s ridiculous

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

Unless she my girl, I ain’t fukkin for free
You ain’t got coli cash? You cant be talking to me
Its the A-R-T fiscial
Yes I’m the official
My Intelligence is infinite
My 45 wil split your wig
Scrollin through the coli with my brehs, no diddy
Beat me in a battle , don’t be silly
Pass port bros style, exotic women
It’s ridiculous

Art official by @bigmood | Suno

90s gritty New York, sample,piano loop,vocal sample,church choir song. Listen and make your own with Suno.

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Lmao I forgot to make it hip hop and it made this