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droppin references like a chump makin' change from yo fitty cent batman drivin' a skylark katie price ;) helped me pitch the tent payin the rent i meant what i said, and i said what i meant white stripes droppin elephants outta air vents coolin' off jammy jammin' to bonneville occident |
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ae burns the noise like nero being represented on the web by phobiazero, autechre.nu, is like, it's better than sex i will browse that shit while i listening to Milk DX |
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i love rhyming on stage and doing freestyles at parties i keep rivals away like im a black belt in karate ive got that funky sound that sticks in your head im not only versatile on the mic but to ya mum im versatile in bed your listening to the mix right across melbourne town with 3 up and coming mcs from australias underground |
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that made sense like i pay my rent who is you? clark kent? if so you are planet-sent and i must repent that the way i went- was wrong- but i stay strong while im inside her i dont think ill last very long ummm yah |
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gay gay gay what else can i say puttin forth zero effort like billy corgan on "today" disarm you with my rap styles and drive you crazy for miles davis werd, biznatch |
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australia should we hail' ya? kangaroo takin a poo in the U.S. made the news rubber shoes run on thunder like im under influence of shrooms made a wrong turn - got burned the last lesson ill ever learn rhymin to CFERN |
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Wellllllll, ;) im so bad that i am rad and im so rad that im not sad so dont get mad cuz you aint dope as me just hit tha dope and youll be glad! |
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actin like a judge, youre stiff let me give you a nudge, off a cliff it'll make the same diff, waitin for the load to grace your face, i bet while i am the true bass - cadet johnny that shit about my mom mad me laugh but in karate i will defaet you with my mighty staff hit you on the calve watch you limp to your goat! but it wont get 'cross the mote! |
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yo mathafucka, ya shit is whack you can't make good rhymes cause ya aren't black |
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sadist get out my face with that you are a jadist so you better ease back cus imma pull out my gat and bucca-rat-tat-tat!! and ur wrong cus i am black what'cho you think about that? NIGGA shiiiit |
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y'all make fred durst look like a poet... i'm glad none of you are taking yourselves seriously, cos if any of you were real hip-hop heads you'd be dropping your heads in shame ;) |
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you think yer better ma friend ya better go home and wank or tha sadist will give you a spank gonna kill ya with richards tank |
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actually i admire you 3 (cygnus, tibbar and rockenjohnny) for keeping it going, it definitely got better as it went along |
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nephew please. ;) the monkeys at the zoo just spittin out rhymes the price of a sno-kone is ten fuckin dimes >what?< workin at the zoo and smokin mad bowls, stuffin cotton candy in the prairie dog holes i smoke the funky bowl and go back to work REEKIN one whiffa me and the boss'll be FREAKIN i don't give a shit though buddha bud stinkin sippin free arizona tea's what i'm keepin the sound of peacocks reverberate clear thru the air Feil's startin shit with the monkeys with a stare "zoo in tha house represent sno-kone in tha muthafukin house y'all sno kone represent sno kone rainbow sno kone red white and blue the sno kone is through no more sno-kone this is the end of the zone SNO KONE ZONE" |
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damn. i actually WAS trying to do good. not serious, but funny like kool keith or something. i like ween, ya know. good + funny = still good/even better, to me. now i just feel bad. |
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yo yo oy THiis is dj dazzle sizzle delux keeping it fake for all you killer zebra mc's YO hip hop delux pillbugs splattering morbid morgue zombies flattering me tryin' to get me to buy them a left leg, arm, an elbow and eye *Ain't got time for this zebrah delux cuz I'm the masta disasta with 52 nuts* I sell my chop suey collection for the gangsta protection- my zonza snarfalipagony mathama weapon *Ain't got time for this zebrah delux cuz I'm the masta disasta with 52 nuts* yo yo yo my rhymes are weak so pay me money or i'll take a leak on your gangsta bunny |
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how can I rhyme without being a crime as my enflish is poor and I sing like blur this is funy though so listen to me yo |
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AWSHYEA |
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white boys with keyboards tryin to rhyme these words that will never be heard cause the flow is absurd shitty like a turd unintelligent like a blurb got me perturbed thinkin yalls disturbed I'M the one who breathed into it life while yall were still laughing at and if i have to i'm gonna stay here all night untill you learn to flow right cause i can't let this shit go you stumble when you flow cause you've got a nose fulla blow and you won't get off your ass to give your lawn a mow your shits dirty like a sty diseased like a fly i was writing rhymes while yall was getting high and i'm so fuckin raw i'll give you e. coli |
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yea i got that kool keith vibe off you and pretty much everyone else so far in this thread... kool keith's great and all but you can tell from someone's lyrics what they think of hip-hop, and in this case the obvious answer is comic book style entertainment. anyway since i admire the idea of the thread, here goes (pardon me for taking hip-hop seriously): i don't even need to respond cos i got a little thing called "legacy"/ i don't have to talk about "what a nigga see" cos i have something called "respect for minorities"/ {"a little bit of this, a little bit of that..."}/ on the mic i kill soft rocks like i was miss roberta flack/ you hip-hop "klingon" britons keep droppin bombs like you murderin muslims during the month of ramadhan/ though battling a cold and rhymin BEATLESS, i'll STILL step in, just to knock you nerds teethless/ even when aimless i REMAIN "A-list" while you other cats, well, you just proved yourselves brainless. |
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hehe gonads and strife.. nice. |
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Fresh mex taco press filla 50 gallon hat and made a mess roid busters doing the bench press looked kinda hot i must confess rocket ship to the moon too ripe to rhyme a with this baboon miss shot a cowboy bassoon skipped town to cancun 360 perpendicular jam burning out on bacon stirps in my trans am out of gas so im running on ham radio blastin and im pumping Wam! Hit It! |
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The internet's your medium of choice cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice You ain't a MC just because you could type On the mic in real life your ass'll get sniped You a man with a mouse who can't rock the house Jerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouse You know you never seen no real life fame So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name (No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set Rappin ten years and not a paid show yet I love to get online and shine and drop bombs but my music can be found on more than dot coms (word up) Your website gets a whole lot of hits (right) but in the real world son you ain't sayin shit Cats run they mouth on AOL but everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sell You love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadow Always tryin to get someone to chatroom battle Cryin cause heads only rhyme one syllable Who made the rule you gotta use every millisec because it's fillable? I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legs Post it on your site, format it as .jpeg's Rip you on your own site and sign your guestbook then go into your chatroom and leave the rec shook What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil) Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac but you internet MC's can't see AK |
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{*vocal scratching*} If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online Ahh ahh ahh I crush the motherfucker |
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[Verse Two] Carpal tunnel syndrome, can't make a fist I rip every MC on your buddy list Show the light to you so bright that your eyesight fail Now you doin all your correspondence through eBraile Cats get online and start all types of static But heads without computers know whassup with Akrobatik (true dat) cause I rock real mics in real life Rip real crowds, real shows, real cyphz Plus your anonymous gab, it don't bother me I don't give a fuck if you got AOL or Prodigy Your crew screams that you the illest of all time when your only fans are all your nerdy friends that rhyme And even if you was nice, no one'll ever hear cause you in front the keyboard too much to develop your career (Say word) And half of y'all is just teenagers You don't know jack about what rippin up the stage is So I'ma get a crew of online MC pirates (right) Infect all your computers with a flesh-eatin virus (uh-huh) Chew up all your fingers so you can no longer type (say what?) then expose your lack of flow when you approach the open mic So internet MC's, heed my advice Online keystyles don't make you nice Bring it to the streets and start to rabble rousin Sincerely yours, Akro 2000 What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil) Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac but you internet MC's can't see AK |
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Yes yes ladies and gentleman the credits go to: Artist: Akrobatik Album: The EP Song: Internet MC's For making such a fitting song to suit this thread ever so nicely. No offense or anything but i heard this song in my head while reading the thread and i just had to! :D ;p |
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heh, this is lame... :) |
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Back up, make way.. I smell somethin' cookin' and I don't blame you for lookin', Cabbog's freerer than a dick post-orgasmic hangin' crooked, I had to wade through all this shit just to get a chance to post, It's obvious I'm the heir to the throne and blessed with the most; lyrical muscle, don't even fight or struggle - I'm laying down a new foundation where the fuck's a shovel? I could say more but I shouldn't fluster tits, he's got LeCoeur already and that's a fucking rash on his ribs! |
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Yo, wanted to net thread Gimme grappling instead one-of-a-kind, open-ya-mind rinse third eye inside of your head Corporate scandal lights the way with an oil candle, Floats like trots in a toilet, broken handle If ya reek of it, I dont wanna hear it. Every word from yo mouth reminds me of liquid shit, falling into my drink. Listen and think. The man gots some kinks, grooves worn in linked - snorting cocaine and sippin on drinks. Who voted for fratboy? Big envy for dat boy. Doesn't even run the country leave it up to dad, what no decoy? Please, denying the pope? What happened to God? Didya take him by the scrotum and give him a nod? Façade, u got enough power to make all life on earth scatter. splatter. what the fuck does it matter? |
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*snap snap snap |
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thank you :) yours was good too. |
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those virginpusher verses were sick, but obviously written. what about coming off the dome!? |
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well i see now he credited the original artist... k then |
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FUCK ON MY BITCHES, CAUSE IM THE FUCKIN SHIT IF YOU DISAGREE I WILL FUCKIN KILL YOU. |
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Artist: FunkDoobiest Album: Which Doobie U B? Title: Wopbabalubop Verse 1: If I drop them dogs a broke nose gets clogged then I crack that jaw cause you know I get raw I remember when I used to sit on the see-saw now I just shoot em up shoot em up yall yea better stand clear cause I show no fear when I hit you with the baseball bat in ya ear its gonna be on when the shit goes down (goes down) so you better be ready clown I cock the hammer, then I pull that trigger better run quick cause I'll put the hole right in ya look what I gave ya, the ill behavior Funkdoobiest got the 31 flavors Smoka chocolate the number 1 toke up play your punk ass like a hand of poker hearts, clovers, diamonds, shrooms wopbabalubop balap bam boom Verse 2: Who the funk do you think you are? I got the funk blasting out your car now what the funk are you gonna do? I'll funk your ass up with my Funkdoobie crew here comes the Son, but not the ruler it's the dooler, sippin on the wine cooler we hit the cronic well aint that ironic thats why they call us the Doobies cause we give the porno flicks to do us a floosey drop the panties and give up the booty I think I'll pass, she's got the coodies so we get the funk on to find us a groupie and tell the hoe, there aint nottin like a doobie groovy, as I funk up the room Awopbabalubop balap bam boom |
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daya'mn! i was thinkin about starting a thread exactly like this, but i can't flow! well, i'll try it now anyway.. YO, YO YO YO I JUSS BOUGHT A NEW SHOT OF OJAYZ I BEEN GITTIN UP LIKE FOUR IN DA MORNINZ YO, I BEEN HIRIN A QROO OF BUMZ ON DA REETS-SAYZ I TAUGHT THEMBZ PIG LATIN, OW-NAY WE GOLDZ LIKE A VATICANZ WE BEEN UP FOR A MIDNIGHT FIGHT BUT WE BEEN WHOOPIN AZZ BY DAYLIGHT ME & MAH QROO OF BUMS WE COMES AFTER A SIP OF GRANNY'S HOT OJAYZ WE HUMS LIKE NUNS CHECK IT, UNH |
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titsworth: i know your lust for hip-hop... no disrespect. i'm a dadaist at heart ;) |
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when i spit yall get hit i'll smash your brains out like a lemon wrapped around a gold brick this mic is like an extension of my fist grabbin my nuts and yellin "BITCH" stuck in an asian hottie sandwich |
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i don't know why thats a follow up yall |
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that was a reference to hitch hikers guide to the galaxy... i can't remember what the drink was called... oh yeah! PAN GALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER |
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droppin bombs like crud missles gettin stung by rose thistles the dope testiment of the epistles stirrin drinks with swizzles sticks like the gum to theatre floors pop lockin doors jimmy locks open with lego blocks pop rocks and tube socks baking fresh beats that stomp ghetto feats dog treats and celophane membrane refrain and maintain on the ethereal plane not a lame brain, like bebop & rocksteady cuts that slice and dice like freddy you tired go take a nap some, here's your teddy |
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So who's the king? |
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ME |
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slick rick is the ruler |
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i think we all know who the winner is. |
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your mom? |
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fuck, good night. |
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um let's consider this.... no. |
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galactic splat cats mapping frat tats and swapping tic tacs on mintless breath sacs do re me fa so la te mutherfuckin DO yo, bitch let's start this show let's start this shizzle with a kabizzle chizzle I ate friskies kabizzle with my cornflakes sizzle I play dungeons and dragons with my cat named jizzle |
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hiyo, yo, i've got a yo-yo! a motheryoyofucking yo-yo, yo! i'm yo-yoing with my yo-yo like a yo-yo god, yo! yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! wanna yo-yo with yo' yo-yo? well my yo-yo is better than yo' yo-yo, yo! my motherfucking yo-yo owns yo!! yo |
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