yo fat nicka let the grade spit witcha
we do it bigga then the biggest roided up nigga
sicker then the sickest i like to go dumb
you plus a fat bitch dont mean u had a threesome
CTR LEGACY THREAD
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Shade A Grade A
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dont know how to treat em like the queens they be
she turned her back to me
like i wasnt familiar with this part of her anatomy
and walked away from something that was dead
i was unfaithful and unable to stitch up this bleeding piece of us
better off this way, even though she had my interests locked
it wasnt enough to keep it from other little miss fly-by-night-leave-in-the mornings
i saw how much she put it into it, like she was raising a future without a field
and then i saw the letter with her handwriting looking like a nervous heartbeat , carefully placed in my car seat
she said to me in it, you dont care about anyone but your damn self and with that off my chest, i will be back to get my things.
so she laid that to rest and like i said, this all for the best
she was too much love for me to handle and i was too much instability for her to grasp
gona miss the mornings when the sun hit the sheets and broke us out our sleeps like a gentle stroke of a parent
and to see us lying in the living room on some laziness with the potential for afternoon lovin and craziness
it was cool like that
she was my boo
but thats all in the past
and life sometimes is designed too fast for us to appreciate the little contours and details
i think i got a problem with these females
dont know how to treat em like the queens they be
like i wasnt familiar with this part of her anatomy
and walked away from something that was dead
i was unfaithful and unable to stitch up this bleeding piece of us
better off this way, even though she had my interests locked
it wasnt enough to keep it from other little miss fly-by-night-leave-in-the mornings
i saw how much she put it into it, like she was raising a future without a field
and then i saw the letter with her handwriting looking like a nervous heartbeat , carefully placed in my car seat
she said to me in it, you dont care about anyone but your damn self and with that off my chest, i will be back to get my things.
so she laid that to rest and like i said, this all for the best
she was too much love for me to handle and i was too much instability for her to grasp
gona miss the mornings when the sun hit the sheets and broke us out our sleeps like a gentle stroke of a parent
and to see us lying in the living room on some laziness with the potential for afternoon lovin and craziness
it was cool like that
she was my boo
but thats all in the past
and life sometimes is designed too fast for us to appreciate the little contours and details
i think i got a problem with these females
dont know how to treat em like the queens they be
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Sumthin_Funky
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HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP!! *SIRENS*
You muhfuckas shoulda known I'm fryin the beef
You tryin to make a comeback like Ryan Leaf?
Who you kiddin chief, you hittin too much cheeb
And yo girl is pullin me in just TOO much cheese
Nigga please, yo stats only know how to decrease
Fuckin ya girl proper, plus ya niece on her knees
It figures, all that bullshit u kick is corny
That's why ya girl left u for me cuz pussy don't get her horny
End of story, might as well take this shit to Maury
While me n ya girl lamp at my Getty, not Corey
You muhfuckas shoulda known I'm fryin the beef
You tryin to make a comeback like Ryan Leaf?
Who you kiddin chief, you hittin too much cheeb
And yo girl is pullin me in just TOO much cheese
Nigga please, yo stats only know how to decrease
Fuckin ya girl proper, plus ya niece on her knees
It figures, all that bullshit u kick is corny
That's why ya girl left u for me cuz pussy don't get her horny
End of story, might as well take this shit to Maury
While me n ya girl lamp at my Getty, not Corey
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Comedy Quaddafi
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Texas Raised Mikey
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looking for a mod
to replace Aethetical-Hades and spice things up. holla if interested.
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Streetrunner Verse
Hello...this forum will rise once again...Check out this verse from an upcoming song...
Amazed at his intelligence, praising the eloquence
My footprints eclipse those made by an elephant
Raised by the settlers, taught to never settle in
A known mediator, should be paid for my settlements//
I'm Levi Coffin, you're a slave that is hesitant
I ran to freedom, you are trained by the metal fence
Scared to lose, it's ashamed you expected it
In life, you either gain or your facing a deficit//
Scorch sun devils, fragments on gun metal
Lend a helping hand, stand, while your son peddles
Defy comfort, advance, won't be the one to settle
Mission complete, eventually peak, at Pun's level//
Rest in Peace Mister Rios, when I started to rap
Didn't think you would depart from a heart attack
The good die young, I exhale from my lungs
Passionate rap, speak facts, no need to lie once//
Amazed at his intelligence, praising the eloquence
My footprints eclipse those made by an elephant
Raised by the settlers, taught to never settle in
A known mediator, should be paid for my settlements//
I'm Levi Coffin, you're a slave that is hesitant
I ran to freedom, you are trained by the metal fence
Scared to lose, it's ashamed you expected it
In life, you either gain or your facing a deficit//
Scorch sun devils, fragments on gun metal
Lend a helping hand, stand, while your son peddles
Defy comfort, advance, won't be the one to settle
Mission complete, eventually peak, at Pun's level//
Rest in Peace Mister Rios, when I started to rap
Didn't think you would depart from a heart attack
The good die young, I exhale from my lungs
Passionate rap, speak facts, no need to lie once//
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Boom Bap King
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Topic Cypher: Heat
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This week's topic is Heat...you can incorporate whatever you can think of that relates to heat. Double meanings and more. Peace and blessings (Beat added to aid the flow woooooooo)
This is certified heat, Lebron, Wade, and Bosh
we play as Gods to make sure no game is lost
get thrown in the pit get sent to the flames of course
the furnace, burning bodies, the stench of urine//
we determined, Al Pacino or Val Kilmer
fingerprints lifted from the corpses of child killers
my style's realer, the number one crowd thriller
with a stomp, that impacts the land like Godzilla//
in this land of free trade, I command to be be brave
most ran, but I can withstand this heat wave
most stay indoors, I can survive extreme heat
with a queen freak, sunglasses and some green leafs//
but I don't smoke, most be warming the globe
P on the mic, spit real, not conforming the flow
charismatic, it seems like I was born with a rose
natural elements, I spit in rain, thunder, and snow//
This week's topic is Heat...you can incorporate whatever you can think of that relates to heat. Double meanings and more. Peace and blessings (Beat added to aid the flow woooooooo)
This is certified heat, Lebron, Wade, and Bosh
we play as Gods to make sure no game is lost
get thrown in the pit get sent to the flames of course
the furnace, burning bodies, the stench of urine//
we determined, Al Pacino or Val Kilmer
fingerprints lifted from the corpses of child killers
my style's realer, the number one crowd thriller
with a stomp, that impacts the land like Godzilla//
in this land of free trade, I command to be be brave
most ran, but I can withstand this heat wave
most stay indoors, I can survive extreme heat
with a queen freak, sunglasses and some green leafs//
but I don't smoke, most be warming the globe
P on the mic, spit real, not conforming the flow
charismatic, it seems like I was born with a rose
natural elements, I spit in rain, thunder, and snow//
it burn when I pee. my urethra got heat
bust a hot nut and light up a long blunt, please,
you couldnt match me, try again
my skin hot to the touch beatin piss tests with niacin
im nicest when the ice is in my drawers, on my balls
otherwise i get too hot, (DMX BARK) and run into the law
Its stoop kid bitch, bugsy tha yung thug
ill heat you up lay you down and get back to my drugs
bust a hot nut and light up a long blunt, please,
you couldnt match me, try again
my skin hot to the touch beatin piss tests with niacin
im nicest when the ice is in my drawers, on my balls
otherwise i get too hot, (DMX BARK) and run into the law
Its stoop kid bitch, bugsy tha yung thug
ill heat you up lay you down and get back to my drugs
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Texas Raised Mikey
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COME AND GET SOME PUSS*ES
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Anybody can get it when I'm wreckin' sublime
I'm oldschool was wrecking tape decks in my prime
Now it's triple sec tequila and the juice from some limes
And I can still serve anybody up in CHECK THE RHYME.
Cuz in the present time, I get respect for mine
I stay pimpin' these dimes while you be dating a swine
These hoes will go to lengths even committing war crimes
So I guess you could say it's permanent war time
I'm gonna turn on all the lights and watch all you whores shine
So let's get this shit started and see who can last
Because TRM is puttin' all you faggots on blast
If you gonna act gay then stay the fuck out my thread
Try to keep it real and spit that shit off the head
Remember that you ain't got to take it literal
I'm sorry if I got you wet on your clitoral
No matter what you say your flows are generic
I heard doper rhymes from a pet store parrot
I parties with your mom cuz that hoe is a raver
And I'm the dopest rapper of ALL PHILA FLAVOR
I'm dope as a motherfucker
Beefing like fuddruckers
You rap like a hood clucker
Or maybe a dick trucker
Thinking that swag means a hat like a trucker
I'm working my jelly then I spread it like smuckers
Every girl you know is a broke dicksucker
She got the body of Chloe and a face made of butter
I still sold a lot of weed to her babies daddy's brother
You may talk a lot of shit but none of it is true
Lying on your dick man you know that wasn't you
The facts aren't in tact you know it's all askew
Lets interview the bitch to see who she really blew
You even told her it was payday but she still ain't came through
A rudy poot gets more duke chute than your whole crew
I smoke big blunts while your girl smokes my big bamboo
Anybody can get it when I'm wreckin' sublime
I'm oldschool was wrecking tape decks in my prime
Now it's triple sec tequila and the juice from some limes
And I can still serve anybody up in CHECK THE RHYME.
Cuz in the present time, I get respect for mine
I stay pimpin' these dimes while you be dating a swine
These hoes will go to lengths even committing war crimes
So I guess you could say it's permanent war time
I'm gonna turn on all the lights and watch all you whores shine
So let's get this shit started and see who can last
Because TRM is puttin' all you faggots on blast
If you gonna act gay then stay the fuck out my thread
Try to keep it real and spit that shit off the head
Remember that you ain't got to take it literal
I'm sorry if I got you wet on your clitoral
No matter what you say your flows are generic
I heard doper rhymes from a pet store parrot
I parties with your mom cuz that hoe is a raver
And I'm the dopest rapper of ALL PHILA FLAVOR
I'm dope as a motherfucker
Beefing like fuddruckers
You rap like a hood clucker
Or maybe a dick trucker
Thinking that swag means a hat like a trucker
I'm working my jelly then I spread it like smuckers
Every girl you know is a broke dicksucker
She got the body of Chloe and a face made of butter
I still sold a lot of weed to her babies daddy's brother
You may talk a lot of shit but none of it is true
Lying on your dick man you know that wasn't you
The facts aren't in tact you know it's all askew
Lets interview the bitch to see who she really blew
You even told her it was payday but she still ain't came through
A rudy poot gets more duke chute than your whole crew
I smoke big blunts while your girl smokes my big bamboo
Callin out Jah Blaze
Write to this beat and call out whoever u want in this thread
if someone calls u out, quote them and answefr back.
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Jah Blaze, you aint wit it, ur too simplistic
I merk you and get back to my purple liquid
my lines got 2 sides like monkey wrenches
and u aint neva typed a complete sentence, bless-ed
ONE, Thun aint got shit on my paragraph presence
but its mo like a stanza, spit poetry lessons
you cant see me, so stop and take a look
i aint even put ya name in my compositiion book
It aint worth, Jah, you's a ant to a gawd
I already ate, YEEEAA but I could fry you like cod
Yo bitch obliged , when I aksed her fo tha bobs
she said ur dick is cute, and mine is too long
but next week, when you fly outta town, ima dick her down
introduce your neighbors to that stoop kid sound
whatchu want now, BLAOW put ya brains in the street
bow down to stoop kid spittin dangerous heat
if someone calls u out, quote them and answefr back.
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Jah Blaze, you aint wit it, ur too simplistic
I merk you and get back to my purple liquid
my lines got 2 sides like monkey wrenches
and u aint neva typed a complete sentence, bless-ed
ONE, Thun aint got shit on my paragraph presence
but its mo like a stanza, spit poetry lessons
you cant see me, so stop and take a look
i aint even put ya name in my compositiion book
It aint worth, Jah, you's a ant to a gawd
I already ate, YEEEAA but I could fry you like cod
Yo bitch obliged , when I aksed her fo tha bobs
she said ur dick is cute, and mine is too long
but next week, when you fly outta town, ima dick her down
introduce your neighbors to that stoop kid sound
whatchu want now, BLAOW put ya brains in the street
bow down to stoop kid spittin dangerous heat
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Comedy Quaddafi
- Posts: 13515
- Joined: Mon May 14, 2007 12:15 pm
- Location: Southsea, UK
geeked ho's on e rubbing themselves against the radiator
they might freak me for free now or maybe later
i'm your friendly neighbor with a flamethrower and an incubator
draw my name on paper, it sets fire to the sheet
451 degrees fahrenheit i'm sweating ice on this beat
heatwaves on beatbreaks burn the snare to a crisp coal
cremate the bass-drum and spread the ash on my flow
barbecue the hi-hat, the hook is scared to fight back
air-condition the studio when i set fire to the track
engineer looks like a burn-victim with torched skin on his back
i spit flames like when your pour gas on a campfire
if you think otherwise then your pants is on fire
they might freak me for free now or maybe later
i'm your friendly neighbor with a flamethrower and an incubator
draw my name on paper, it sets fire to the sheet
451 degrees fahrenheit i'm sweating ice on this beat
heatwaves on beatbreaks burn the snare to a crisp coal
cremate the bass-drum and spread the ash on my flow
barbecue the hi-hat, the hook is scared to fight back
air-condition the studio when i set fire to the track
engineer looks like a burn-victim with torched skin on his back
i spit flames like when your pour gas on a campfire
if you think otherwise then your pants is on fire
Whether to Jason of Philaflava or John Podesta, I will speak my fucking perspective openly
- MB
- MB
ctr is where i need to be?From: Stoop Kid
To: JaH BLaZe
Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 11:47 am
Subject: where u at
ctr is where you need to be
kid you need to have a seat to pee
cause by the looks of them lyrics ,
you need an Aaliyah beat
and you spit no heat , fact is your lines are special and slow
dont front for me stoop, truth is , im the best that you know
best believe i finish my sentences like cons on federal time
so little man pay attention to my shit so the better you'll rhyme
you aint focused, and why you callin out another on a diss to me
this just the tenth line in this shit , and its already a BLaZe victory
i dont even need to bring out the effort when this faggot's mentioning dick
so get from the ground of the stoop , kid and put your hair in an extension clip
this the closer like mariano , you're taken out with the K , no other factor
and take out the k, youre just stoopid , so fuckin accurate