i wrote this in 5 min. and posted it because i hardly do anymore.....some playful shit...
I see you like motion sensors breakin and enterin//Think your hot causin commotion fakin and renderin//A 'tru thug' bank Makin and splinterin heads like second nature//
At least That's what you put on paper//But still everybody hates-yer(your)..... posts//Ughh legislature states 'You have a case of the wantabee capers'//So…. your and Internet dater and still a player hater//Uuup? Was that your pager? Yuse (you is) Getting all the 'fly chicks'//And after a few tics they still say….. 'damn! He makes it quicks'//Bustin after a few clicks to some computer generated pics//But the closest you gets, is starrin at your mamma's tits and dreamin//Of creamin on a real bitch and hearin that screamin//But first you need to know where to put the semen//Walkin out the bathroom beamin//Like released prisoners sayin 'we're free-men'//So take you and your computer 'He-men'//Play 'Magic' and ponder the meanin………..
that was a quicky, i'll post a song i've been workin on with my 'group', i guess you'd call it, when it's finished.
TRUTH IS 360 DEGREES OF PURIFIED KNOW DA LEGDE(KNOWLEDGE). SO PLEASE WATCH WHUT YOU SAY,IN OTHER WORDS THINK BEFORE YOU DO!85ER I BET!
PEACE! P.roper E.levation A.lwayz C.auses E.duacation
until my resurrection!
i never said this was a dope post or anything
'i wrote this in 5 min. and posted it because i hardly do anymore.....' basically a keystyle...
and the _________ it's called grammer as in a quote or being sarcastic........
look kids, you wanted a reply and i did so. i crituqued your shit and you take it like i fucked your mom. use it constructively.
Disturbance: i joined the board during the summer, and have barely found time for keystylin sessions since the fall semester has started....
This was aight, short (as you noted), but still aight. Aint really seen you on the board lately (say, the last 3 months or so). Yo, you ever check my reply to your last post (I think it was your last one, not the cypher you started though). I broke down your rhyme for you cause you wanted someone to do that. Anyways, keep reppin and good luck on real life emceeing.
Umm.. what words can do this justice? I wouldnt want to insult phonetics with comparing them to this piece.. quick question for ya Sad Missionary.. you dont happen to be goin to the same school Hellen Keller did? cuz from what you wrote.. you are deaf DUMB and blind to the reason of rhyme.. you need to come iller than that to be claimin hiphop trueness... and oh yeah.. this is in no way because you bashed my shit.. i jus thought id repay the favor of a reply..
ps- Lose the "_" its annoying
yo kid, u act like ya shit don't stank. ya verse wasn't bomb, son, so stop bitchin. im only 14 and i just want some damn feedback. and don't say that wack little don't say your age bullshit cause personally, ya rhyme scheme was about as simple as the color black.
i hope u get better
i just replied at one of your last postings, and i'm startin to regret it.....
read that shit, and quit beggin for attention...
yo son, peep this collabo.
ME AND TECK HIT THE COLABO/ GRAB THE LYRICAL LASSO/ THEN WE WRANGLE/ ANY ASSHOLE THAT GIVES US HASTLE/ YOU'RE A SERF ON MY LAND/ I BE THE KING OF THE CASTLE/ YOU TRIED TO STUDY MY FLOW/ BUT COULDN'T MATCH IT LIKE CROSS-COLORS/ WE SEND ALL THESE WACK NIGGAS RUNNIN' HOME TO THEIR MOTHERS/ GOT LOVE FOR MY BROTHERS/ ESPECIALLY BLACK TECK/ WITHOUT ALL OF HIM/ HALF OF MY MENTALITY IS ABSENT/ AND NOW YOU'RE PEEPIN' THE TWO MOST ILLEST HUMAN BEINGS/ ONE LOVE TO THE MOTHERLAND/ PEACE TO MY EUROPEANS/ I'M NOT EVEN MAD AT YOU/ I JUST SIT AND LAUGH AT YOU/ WE'RE LIKE N.W.A./ BUT NOT Niggas With Attitude/WE'RE Never Without Authenticity/ YOU THINK YOU'RE DISSIN' ME BUT YOU'RE MISSING ME/ FUCK TIME AND EVENTS/ CAUSE I'M THE ONE WHO WROTE HISTORY/ TECK IS MY DAY/ AND TO HIM I AM THE NIGHT/ THE ONLY TIME THAT WE GET IN A FIGHT IS WHEN WE WRITE/ CAUSE IT'S CONTRIVERSIAL/ THESE FATAL RHYMES CAN PUT YOU IN A HEARSE, YOU KNOW/ SPONTANEYUS AND TECK ARE "THE ONE AND ONLY"/ AND I'M THE FIRST TO BLOW THIS SHIT UP/ MY JOINTS MAKE YOU WANNA GET UP/ WE BATTLED YOUR CREW/ THEN VERBALY YOUR WHOLE CLIQUE GOT LIT UP/ I BE "THE ONE"/ BLACK TECK IS "THE ONLY"/ MC/ THAT I CONSIDER AS MY DOWN TRUE HOMIE/ CATS CAN NEVER HOLD ME/ BUT SO MANY WANT TO END ME/ AYO TECK/ PICK IT UP/ I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO DEFEND ME.
I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO SHOW 'EM HOW.
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO SHOW 'EM HOW IT'S GOIN' DOWN.
aight the tecknikal wordsmith-the most superb with verbal twists-Teck inflict mental conflict with verses tipped in arsenic-hittin at you quick with words reequipped-ya mic slipped and now youre losing ya hand grip-blood drip over the brains microchip-shitty emcees now in flimstrips-but the Rhyme Tecknician rewrote the script-smash the cam with the tongue wip-bodybags zipped-lick blood from the corner of my lip-mind click frame shake like an opium adict all too tragic-situation problematic-u better stay statical or you'll be next to have it-step 2 hard to predict ya situation toxic-pornographic emcees-tragically i be slayin these-mendin brains who tried to stop this-cause the quick quicker and the quickest couldn't beat this sickest lyricist ever to flip this-emcees can either get out my path or catch my wrath-the choice is non negotioable-im a scientist without the lab so do the math-my craft is unapproachable-Teck is a geothermal nuclear warhead engineered to be highly explodable-equip with zero sensitivity so dont say shit to me cause im easily provokable-once i blow the impact couldn't be measured in integers or multiples-if rap were straps i be banned in 50 states otherwise unotable-the fully automatic burner whos clips are quickly unloadable-tecknikal combos come at u like poison tipped arrows from my crossbow-my verbal salvo inflict sorrow can't see me cause i lurk in my own shadow-turn up ya bass and hear my flow echo from here to pluto-hit me hard like a collision of kinetic energy but im elastic-niggas go plastic when i hit em wit rhymes buryin emcees in a casket-the black hole enough power to pull past it-telekinesis thesis to make niggas speak this don't ask it-im blowin minds like an engine gasket-slit throats that denotes my reactions are drastic-emphaticly a million rulers together and you still couldn't measure me-my rhymes flow like currency from the national treasury-spittin spicy lyrical devestations like it was curry-catchin all angles and spit crazy wit blindin fury-spit sharply to leave niggas cryin from verbal castration-the denomination proclamaition to leave niggas in frustration-burn minds sever nerves and ruin lungs from inhalation-of my lyrical smokescreen the 1 and ONLY leavin niggas blind in observation!