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Jul 14, 2002
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yo check it and gimmi a lil feed back....

EMPTY CLIPS(100 bars)


Yo, its tha d-a-v-e-h-e-i-n-i-g, dont flee, or feal tha wrath of me, cracka killa till I cant see//
Im warnin you be scared of me//
Im scary, your unwary, leavin this planet and becomein unworldly//
your now unworthy of my undeniable poetry, kickin knownledge is ma destiny//
dont lie confess too like a confession booth in ya church, Ill kill 1 preist for every child they hurt//
I take one inseestend baby mothers life at there childs birth//
I seem ta know how much they worth, less then whats in ma moms purse//
Ima keep runnin till I come in 1st, Im cursed cause It was casted before//
sold crack too crackhead whores, breakin down doors, pullin guns watchin people hit floors//
from SAC too LBC, takein lives with no needed beef//
its like a demon's releaf, bruises from ma head too ma feet, abused at tha age of 8//
felt ma fate when I ate death on ma plate, now Im left ina crazy state//
can you relate? if so yell with me now, kill every fake foo' from new york too san diego//
leave'em in lingo, so vegteblized there playin psychic bingo//
with there homie in heavin, is that somethin you beleave in?//
man your dreamin, theres no book in this world that Im readin, then beleavin//
wheres tha proof, at church? thats a joke, half these ministers doin coke//
raceist against tha oposit folk, I say lets make' em cholk//
make'em bleed too death, then elope ona rope//
before they cast a vote too have you tied too a boat cast and burned for your sins//
you can kill someone, come too church, get dipped in water and be releved of sin//
then turn a round and run tha same cycle again//
I dont play games like this, I think about this shit while I piss//
I also think bout things like this when I slit ma wrists//
left ma carpals cut open, cryin and copin with tha pain//
I know it sounds lame but thats tha way it is when you dont wanna live another day//
you use drugs and send tha slugs, feelin so sad it makes you mad//
then you lose everything you ever had cause your moms addicted too crack//
madafact your left for days upon days too live for yourself//
12 years old already so much under ma belt, now not even professionals can help//
ma heart already has melt, I cant feel love on tha real now//
I dont care if I die now cause sooner or later these pills will have ma name under R.I.P.//
I remember it now, how could I forget?, a sign that said drug free zone and Im sellin bricks under it//
with a can of spray paint, reluctant too use it//
then I spray "fuck you" and "BK' on a different wall everyday//
till I get caught stealin tha cans I used ta spray//
then ina box ill lay when I hit 25//
if I aint found a solid road, Ima take a shotgun too tha dome like curt//
its quik it wont even hurt, I been tellin ma self that sense 92'//
thats tha year ma life fell underpar, became real hard, byfar too comlicated too figure out, not simlistic, its realistic, so much most couldent handle it//
but tha first time you fuck with me Ima give you more shots then a diabetic//
ya betta pre-call tha paramedic, cause DOA hows I set it//
you callin me tha next eminem? lets see, Im not slim or shady//
i dont fuck a mentaly unstable lady or have a baby//
if I ever was caught like him then I'd be beyond crazy//
though I am already, that and a lil deadly//
but pullin an unloaded gun is pussy//
pistol whippin people I dont do, I shoot 1st never miss/
reminiss when I see tha hearst, I see this is only half tha verse//
you spit blunt, cause you a rap runt, I bust a bigger nut than you could yell a rhyme//
I break ya spine with a stick of dynamite, Ill even be in ya nightmares at night//
call me bleak, and yourselt bias cause my behavior is oh so violent//
thats tha best I can define it without a example//
I'll give you a sample, as I dissmantle your household//
your too soft too fight back Im too bold too have remorse fag//
I piss on ya corpse as I brag, you talked shit now you ina bodybag//
I have 2 girls and you goin stag, thats my definace of your status "fag"//
Im clear leapin as you lag, Im puttin everyone of your peers in bags//
while you sleepin, Im creepin, takin people under and grim reapin//
freakin out, you betta shut ya mouth fer I more holes in ya house than a family of mouse//
drivin by leavin tha seen that no body saw//
breakin tha law, flawlessly, leavein you with so many holes in ya chest//
swiss cheese is jelious, we'er felons//
popin heads like melons//
be so real that if i was fake, that'll be tha time you catch me needin ta mastabate//
these streets keep callin, hangin with lil change//
but these muthafuckas wanna fuck with you in every way, till ya dieing day//
ya put they ass in disarray, give'em a pleasent stay//
but they keep actin gay, take they life away cause they dont deserve it anyway//
make a run for tha pills so you can end yours too, go too sleep//
then wake up ina emergency room, searchin and not findin doom//
reachin and not findin a gun inside your room//
robbed of everything thats means something too you//
killing everything thats means nothing too you//
actin a fool cause you cant cope with ya life, wantin ta see tha light, but its not there//
growin ya hair long cause you dont fuckin care//
pipe on tha bong for some release from here, hatein you parents and not fearin fear//
oh dear oh no I see blood comin from that Ho//
face down on tha fl'o I see it yo//
I guess its rare but that horror I bare cause I know Ima see it again livin there//
sittin ina mindless stare, thinkin about times that are unfair//
thinkin about howmuch time i have ta spare before I call it quits//
cause like I said I dont care//
I have too scare too live sane cause next time I snap someones gonna lose there life//
test me kids you'll get got with a pocket knife, ya life is mine cause you wasted it//
Ima congo monkey now, Im not jokin kid, take ya life with so much fight//
tanight'll be ya last, even it its not right, tha hype is pushin so hard its severe//
I dare ta come near, try ta get close, you'll end up losein all hope and not able too sail you boat//
ya crossed ma moat, I told you dont//
its not ma fault when you get caught and hung, or lose ya left lung//
or get a frachtured femur, cause I gotta fucked up temper//
you wanna kill me now, ill let your try, but I cant die, Ima reincarnate then rejuvinate,//
then make a culinary art outta ya ass and feed you too satan for free, no cash//
stop livin in tha past I need too do, cause tha next I get pissed Ima assult you and me too//
feel free too speak dude//
cause these might be tha last words you'll ever breathe foo', Ill take defeat too with open arms//
but beleave me, next time Ima bring it twice as hard....then tha beat says POP!//
do ya feel? no, do ya see me? no, will you survive me? no//
cause I eat fake emcees like a mouse eats cheese, bitch please dont follow ma leed//.....

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Apr 25, 2002
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HAHA....OH SHIT...MOST OF THIZ RHYME BROUGHT ME BACK TO HOW I USED TA THINK BACK THEN...I CAN TELL YOU PUT ALOTTA PASSION IN THAT TOO...I USED TA WRITE THA SAME TYPA RAPZ...ID BE SO PISSED AND HAVE SO MUCH SHIT ON MY MIND I WOULD JUST FUCKIN WRITE AND DONT LOOK BACK CHANGIN THA SUBJECT LIKE 20 TIMEZ JUST LIKE YOU DID...WHEN YOU TYPE WITH YA HEART INSTEADA YA BRAIN...THAT SHIT TENDZ TA HAPPEN...SHIT JUST SPILLZ OUT ON YA PAPER IN DISSARAY...YOURE RHYME SCHEME WUZ KINDA WEAK BUT ALOTTA WORDZ HAD POWER...MOSTA THAT PSYCHOTIC SHIT KINDA TRANSLATED TA PAIN AND SUFFERING IN MY EYEZ...YOU GOT A LIL WIERD A FEW TIMEZ...ALL GOOD THO HOMIE...DO YA THIZZLE...FUCKA WORLD THAT WANNA TELL YOU HOW TO WRITE OR THINK...$IDEWAYZ