CONTEST... Drop ya hottest shit part.2

[Never One]

"CROOKED BADGES" (Final Chapter)

**** Never "Life Of Crime" ****

- I was born a suspect, now Im the presenta....
- Repeat offenda, Never One, here's my agenda....
- Im 6'2" with a vicious right blow....
- So I've probably knocked out a few people that you might know....
- Im psycho and Im smokin on nothin but that hydro....
- So you know that Im showin up chinese eyed on arrival....
- Hands off copper, I dont know you that good....
- Touch me again and I'll blow up ya whole fuckin' neighborhood....
- Therez a whole lotta youngstaz that need some guidance....
- Its just music and your out there handin out indictments....
- Once you see me all up in yo T.v....
- Hatin on me while ya girl is playing my Cd....
- Here on this earth, my only purpose to die....
- Seperated since birth, me, my soul and I....
- I've learned a life long lesson, I've paid the price and my duez....
- I slice and dice the rules, all I want is wives and jewels....
- You won't be hard to find on the streets with yo plain clothes....
- No badge, no gun, me and you could just exchange blowz....
- You cant fuck with this brown fist....
- Even if you stop me bitch, see you could never stop this!!!!

****Nevy Nev****

 

[Formaldehyde Rx]

A blank stare, subtle stank in still air, boiled blood and burnt hair stiff and smoken like a square~
Sitten there the electric chair, a rare one is well done, hear a prayer a slight humm then your busten ear drum~
Worse then fears sum, at first the tears come but disappear with your existences exicution~
Rewards of liven by the gun; dodgen a bullet to the brain make it out alive, survive and look what you gain~
Life on a chaingang, a daily anal gangbang and if they left you with your belt it’d be yourself that you’d hang~
Ain’t it a shame it ain’t a game it’s been arranged so you can’t win while richy rich can kill his bitch then take a trip to the hamptons~

 

[PowderedLab]

Posted earlier, but with a few changes now!
Dark-side, light-side, and neutral egos made up for rhyme!

The Dark Side:

Buncha internet emcee's, femcee's, fecees, you're all a different species./
Set in your place tryin ta compete for an internet beat, it's a slow race./
Kinda quick for your paces, buncha bitchs, I bet you're all dressed in laces/
Had ta get on my bad side, make me feel genocidal, said my rhymes where whack./
Quack, quack! Set aside the way that I speak, how hostile my venom is unique. /
Duck... deek... watch your step, slip, fall, but don't lose your rep./
I may sound like a prep. I may dress like one too, but I'm thug enough to say, "Fuck all of you/
you don't know what I've been through, what I've seen, the places I've been./
I've seen shit obscene, shit so mean I just couldn't help but wanna kill ta intervene.../
but fuck, why would you care? You are all gods failed creations... gods nightmare!/

The Light Side:

But don't worry, thats how I felt before, delt with it like a whore/
Sorry for the beast within, the incarnation of my own kinda sin/
I wanna hurt, spout like a sprinkler and bleed like it's a need/
I wanna repent, forget and forgive the torment, just give in to the weed/
Life can hurt, ask mother earth, she's been polluted to the core of the dirt/
I don't mean to be insane, it's just I have severe mental problems, shit that aflicts my brain/
I have problems with trust, problems with understanding, like I'm enveloped in an impermiable crust/
So many failed dreams, failed desires, forrest fires of mistrust from betrayel and liars/
Screwed over by suppliers, my dealers, people even piss me off when I'm just visitin' tha peelers/
But shit, who wouldn't want to forget, what has been misinterpreted/
Sometimes life sucks, its bad luck for us stupid fucks, but everyone has problems, places where shit stems/
Embrace life and disgrace strife, understand that a word is a word and even a word has the strength to pierce like a sword!

Neutral Side:

Oh no, shit, I can't flow, I feel like my minds gonna blow/
I'm going completely insane, someone please... could ya kill my brain?.../
No, what? Fuck off!... Seriously! I have to live with this shit!/
Fuck, I think I'll need a lotta chron in order for me ta forget/
I'm kinda set in my ways if you know what mean, I kind of enjoy actin obscene/
There's just so much to do, so much to screw over/
And why do it without being sedated, inebriated, weed'll do the job/
But what, you fuck me over! What shall I do?/
I know! I'll fuck your mom... have a child... name it "you"/
But you know what I wanna do, kill people... kill you/
I'd like ta die, but I've tried... I think I'll just get high................................

 

[Cemetery]

this is only about half the flow but I don't want to write a novel here. Peep...


outlandishly brandish heat // outstandin' speech.can't a man withstand this reach // and with each calculated plan lands get breeched. hands to feet // and with each feat, hand defeat // with rigid rhymes dispersed // time reversed.wicked minds converse // behind enemy lines 9's converge. time to burst hollow headed led, find ya hearse // the light shinin' is quite blindin' to hide the curse // and when ya spine get jerked all you'll find is hurt // don't wanna spend time in dirt? put ya mind to work. get 9's that work // can't be havin' no jammin' // my stamina's long withstandin'. i'm damagin' half the planet with microphone apparatus's // flippin' adjectives more than them acrobatic kids is // after that it gets sic. i'm shittin' on rappers like laxative accidences // you lackin' the passion to spit. came unequipped, dashin' back for the clips // ya faction reactin' to this immaculate action, I twist ya back till i'm snappin ya disk and ain't a cat lastin' with this // it's hot commodity // from the bottom 'till the top spotted me // hater be smokin' on that rock probably // gotta be grade A // catchin' wreck and checkin' these fools like it's pay day, then cashin' em in the same way // you fearin' the lyrics // life after death, hearin' the spirits. last days, you feelin' you near it // so God bless. bring ya click when you con-test // even an accomplace armed with a bomb and a vest // never-the-less, one verse I sever the chest // who ever comes first, i'll weather the rest // it's gettin' critical. i'll ridicule ya pinnacle // you ain't my dog, you just full bred pit-a-full // the pen is my tool, ya dead when I pull // fill ya head with the led of my jewel // trail of blood where I led em into // never let em get their two cents // ya crew is too dense. leavin' you tense // playin it cool. you a nusence // i'm present and accounted for // you cats down to four lives and there's more to die // try, you'll be mortified // fortified from floor to sky // born to ride. formin' sides would be more than wise ......

to be continued.
C.

 

[Cemetery]

well damn.... ain't anyone gonna post some more shit?

 

[Ironic Commando]

WHAT!! YEEEEAAAAH!







shit'll make me millions

 

[CoopDVill]

THIS AINT NEW

^^^LOL...CHECK OUT A FEMALE SOME OLD SHIT RECORDED IN LIKE 2000 MS.TAMM ROCC

 

[SCbay49]

Here's a little story verse about when i gotta ticket the other day:

Smashin, doin 95 on interstate 580/ On my way to the homies house where I've been chillin lately/ Saw the sign a mile to Portola smile ready to roll up/ But the fruity berry blue and red punk ass highway patroller/ Flashed his lights at first sight I thought awe fuck just my luck/ Come to think I'm on the brink of some shit that could hella suck/ Stuck in a ride that smells like I'd been burnin hella chronic/ But it wasn't that just a little sack in my homie robs pocket/ Piggy walks up oinkin started pointin at my passenger window/ Sayin roll it down and at that sound with a frown of course I did so/ Felt like shit though as I gave the copper penny all my papers/ Like vapors the smell arose through his nose with no scent chaser.

Gotta finish it, but it's a start imma make a whole song out of.

 

[MRduke]

I b spittin this mizery slang
I'll b danged
and gosh darn it man
u b ridin 20'z on ur 600 benz
we b ridin 10's on our fished out fins
as we out run tha popo
u b pimp'n ur ho'z
while we b at tha club throwin them bow's
u b sellin sticks and seeds
as we ride and get high on pounds of weed
If ur pockets are phat
we call it swole
you sellin blow
we sellin yay
you chew on a straw
we chew on hay
ur trucks are lowered
ours are raised!
you say you got it made
we're gettin paid and laid

 

[*Thug-C*]

trying to find away without getting convicted/never less holes in ya chest put you on funeral listings/
fuck fighting over colored red & blue rags/cause there all apart of the American Flag/politians in positions//taking rights as there amunition//burn the afghan flag & start pissen//feel the flames off the mic when it touches my hand//they say damn white boy crazy like viva la bam//

1...

 

[ON EVERYTHiNG]

talkin’ bout u got 17 in ya clip?
nigga i got 17 in my click!
HUNGRY! itching 2 let tha BANANA rip.
AMERiCA’S GREAT, when u got tha TOP GUN.
pushin’ weight, allaway from monday to sun.
ya yall niggaz is HARD, FROZEN GOODZ.
i got it all SOFT, conductin’ bizness on rosewood.
yankin’ on ISREALZ, nothin’ smaller.
IT IS REAL! it’s nothin 2 a young boss baller.
stay FiTTED, jus like my A’s CAP.
gas - brake, dipped. Figure 8 it, n brang it back..........
.......2 tha GUN PLAY,
like trees, ya boy got it all day.
a one man BAND,
wit a DRUM in my hand.
feed u tha TOAST without tha JAM -
ride up, let loose - yall scramblin’ like gannon.
feed yall 2 my PIRANAZ -
that EAT more PUSSY than ALEJANDRA
leavin’ yall ILAS like MARK.
It’s all BiTE, no BARK!
get out, park.
...hit tha block wit Sumptn that’ll SWEEP tha STREET.
aim 4 tha ground, n leave yall niggaz wit WET FEET!!!

 

[Gucci916]

thers to much drama in this day and age/
and if u wanna stay out of it i suggest u keep me paid/
3 wheelin on 100s all up in the shade, sippin fawtys to get that fade/
keepin it straight gangsta, knowin i got it made/
just cruisin, no speeding or gettin sidewayz/
so much shit in this ride it would have me and my boys locked up for dayz/
vapors rise up from the backrolled swish/
loadin up clips, gettin hi, ready to smash on a bitch/
don't mess with my peoples is yo only best wish/
hit ur body with all 17, and u kno this/
if it had to come down to it u kno im down to box/
leave u all messed up and ur car on blocks/
its just another day in cali stayin intox-icated/
only reason they would mess with us because ther under edu-cated/
ask the last folks that we regul-ated/
hit the strip with the subs knockin/
the old school daytons on the cut keep the ladies flockin/
we walks to a party and get its poppin/
drankin anything with alchol in it/
hand me that glass and watch me kill it/
do it with a smile and say refil it/
always roll with a strap is my tip/
suckas reach for wuts at their hip but to slow cuz i already loaded the clip/
u best start dipin as my trigga start slippin/
its to late for ur prays cuz my shells are already flippin/

thas what i got like it or not ther it is

 

[J Pusha]

I be one of tha sharpest knives up in tha drawer/
cut to tha heart of what's in store/
implore a whore to do a chore/
but avoid my radioactive core/
reactin to suckas tragic/ blabbin/ artilcle retractin/
tackin tha four-by-four, four door with tha faction, and still aint seen no action/
you need traction for satisfaction...in a game thats always taxin/
your evasion won't be lasting/
and when you go broke you'll be fasting/
call tha a-gen-see/
I heard they're casting...for the roles...of snitches, bitches and stupid hoes giving up tha ass, indeed/
the weed and chicken and all the fixens are finger licken...but it still don't make up for the fact that you think you're internet pimpin...

 

[dangerous_inc]

Im the kat in the all black K-State HAT
I be hangin with the pepole that know where the cake AT
Thats a nice watch homes i might take THAT
see im tierd of POVERTY this aint a HOBBY
Its my JOB-B tackin folks PROPERTY
And the fedarallys wanna see me DEAD
white t-shirt blood staind RED
but the heart still pumpin BLOOD
maybe bcuz only the good dye YOUNG
And im a be a bad boy till im old and GRAY
i be out at the barn blazin some HAY
But latly i dont smoke so much WEED
I got two lil girls i gotta find a way to FEED
So i do what i have to do
and stay focused on my DREAM
used to slang that X-FACTOR
cooked it up with plenty of STACKERS
This is fer my pepole puttin it down yall
You know all of us LATCH-KEYS
and my big homie APTCHIE
Doin thrity years in the PEN
For tryin to make ENDS meet ENDS
im tryin to do it with a pad and a PEN
Before i END up in the hospital on OXAGEN
With an iv in my arm chest OPENED-UP
blood UP-CHUCKED all over the PAVMENT
SAY-WHEN my name they be INGAVEN
Got two kids i cant see i hope they aint MISS-BEHEAVEN
this here is life dummies

 

[MRxBULLETx831]

they call me the loco
they call the popo
when they see me
the pd is called
boy
fuck the law
fuck all who stand against
want me to fall off
stuck behind the fence
forever hauled off
all cops
hate my guts
cuz im a ghetto type
mexican who gives a fuck
holdin a metal pipe
knives, bats and pistols
im out to get ya
wit a mask on
ill flat that k-state hat
and dash on
blast on site cuz im cali connected
represented from 1st day
the worst way is my method
my birthdays as a juvinile were spent in institutions
shank carry got me solitary and in seclusion
in conclusion im a ridah and i talk like i walk
what u doin in springfield
come here and lie in some chalk
outlined in some chalk and its over you gone away
cross me up like like a church, fuck hurt, you gonna pay

 

[FunK-3-FivE]

come with some personals boy, wha tu said had nothing to do with my persona...

alright now...

u call urself pimpin BRO? but ur game aint gettin u 2 FAR,
cuz the only HOES(hose) u got is coiled up in ur BACKYARD,
yea an i can tell u STRAPPED with NINE MILLIS (milimeter),
i not talkin bout GATS, im clownin on ur smallass WILLY,
get a life INFACT, i aint listenin to this bitch UNTIL HE,
grows a NUTSACK, and comes correct FEEL ME?

this shit was from last post on the board 'hard times', cuz some dude started a thread called 'post on this thread and i will CLOWN on any of u' so i thought i'd show him i cant be clowned on... its not much but its a taste

 

[xraidedloc]

Bust The Hottest Shit Huh?

think about a second of off the head scripts pullin shit off the dome to quickly make thugs quit..lyrically assassined connection quite thick from phat bags and zips to wicked ghetto clips pullin sniffs up my snubbnose tek9 clips..exstacys a riff a projection of a falacy in process is a sicc..sickest ever high you think you'll eva get..sellin slang shit to get a grip..of this paragraph i wrote to be the supposably hottest shit..its a contest of the shit if you can follow you might get a whiff of the competition style session of rippers and siccness so you must commit...

 

[MurdaKnowledge]

I flip the script on yo bitch ass you dealin with a loc/ The only time you see my face is in the pistol smoke/ Nigga a littke nutty gots ta keep my ass in cutty's/ Ya know I grap my chrome and blow leave every one all bloody/ I can not maintain sane gots to much thc in the brain/ Everyday stay up in flame cuz you know i gots no shame/ Best believe i got some heat but noone knows my name/ All this radio bullshit is fuckin hella lame/ All my real cats from the valley and in the bay/ They don'y want real ass gangstas who be pushin dank and yay/ Don't need no fuckin AK butt you know that I don't play/ We'll go toe to toe but yous a hoe I break ya like some clay/

 

[XIV_MUGROSO_XIV]

its dat ene mugroso wit QUICKNE$$ to step on $ICKNE$$,
hella VICIOU$ always $A$PICIOU$ explisivly sickly MOBALICIOU$//
Ready to $PLIT, Ready to RIP, ready fo ene-nigga i can INFLICT//
wit my bare knuckles causin trouble hard to act humble cuz these niggas be a MARK,
newer faces but same ol' bitches Tryin to Bark//
Im a Norteno ene..ready to BU$T, on ene and every bitch ass skrapa i dun TRU$T//
its a Mu$t....ta drop a bald spot on these Blue No$ed HOE$, tryin to keep they head up
but they still suckin BELOW, temidatin bitches wheneva I FLOW, justa letta nigga KNOW
im all about my ONE-FO, never no scrap never able to be my BRO jus drop these $uckers 6
Feet Deep BELOW!!

 

[dj_machel]

how many people wanna fuck with me?
i guess none.
cause im ah real MOTHER fuckin G
and not G for gangsta
G for god
cause i started off rappin for fun
now niggas respect me like a lord
look ...i done took your highest scores of da board
replaced it with mine
fuck fake niggas who be talkin bout nines
in every rhyme
get some more vocabulary
explore ya mind
see in my hood...
iz ah diferent grind
rollin with dem machetties and 3lines
we don't pop niggas
we slice n dice em...
help dem free dey mind
wait..whey everything i spit gotta end or rhyme with D
ohhhh i seeee
cause it's D..jay mother fuckerzzz
the hip hop dynasty
da one da ladies dyna see
like LL with a t shirt off
son i'll ~Leave u Leakin
and den be off....
please allow an intermission
son i need to cough!
{eh em}
trick niggas now tell me who da boss?