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[JCyn]

I dust at a buck 50 & for a chump I got a pump wit me
best jump or duck quickly cuz I'm too shifty for The Boys In Blue to get me
Sickly, on a mic I'm flawless, jawin' regaurdless of who you think is hardest
known to start shit, then stalk kids, lurkin' in the dark wit a fuckin' lawn dart bitch
I strong arm shit, a boss tycoon posing as a typhoon
takin' this game by storm so playa give me some room
ya doomed, and ya know it but ya don't wanna show it
makin' money is the motive hatin' cuz my pockets lookin' loaded
leave niggas moded, old school town talkin'
watch these clowns walkin', cop, and watch the pounds floppin'
droppin', 3 trillion thoughts a mintue, I'm clocked in Guennis
I shock & menace, yall punks music is an alternative like amoxicillin
this hot shots the villian, that everybody likes anyway
im sick of you one hit wonders when I'm nice anyday

Shit's tight dogg...

Aight I need one more...

If a muthafucka say Jay ain't bringin' it hard,
Man I'll run his ass over while ghost ridin' my car.
When I'm in the studio gotta limit my bars.
Cause I'll rap for days, come out lookin' hungry and starved.
Don't got love for this shit, even hatin' to rap.
But I'm forced to pay the devil for this deal that we have.
Killed myself before but I keep comin' back,
with tighter lyrics, sicker thoughts than I previously had.
I sold my soul, and it worked in every verse.
But now I'm cursed, cause it hurts when I walk in a church.
That's why I hate rappin', man fuck what it's worth.
One day I'll die and be judged and have nothin' but words.

 

[Stay High]

good shit mane

 

[Stay High]

I roll deep thru cutties, escapin' dummys actin' funny
Hot box till my nose is runny, Top down coastin' sunny
roastin' blunts dipped in hunny, come off the dome somethin' awful
Spit it sweet to bitches but to a nigga with a toxic jawful
acaust you & cost you the skrill for my time ferreal
and this aint make a deal to bust out the feddi ya feel?
deal, with trials and tribulations of a boss with no patience
I'll toss ya into the basement string you up in funny angles like adjacent untill ya punk ass learns your placement
face it, yall soft fucks aint bout it the least bit
I'll squat on yalls music cuz it's a piece of shit
get a piece of this, it might change ya perspective
J. treat in the buildin' chest protected, style perfected
Bitches double take like they need they vision corrected
ejected, out my boom box those goons rock them tunes flop
the shit i got in my room knocks, wait till a audio drops
J. Treat stayin high all in tha speaker box thu ya blocks

 

[Asmodeus]

(Please Excuse Me, Trying to Perfect My Flow So ANY Suggestions Are Fine.)

Please take an incling, to see things/
To see the way its creeping/

up your spine and down your back/
like a lyrical crack/
Bomb ass sack/
Such a wicked track/

It's more than rap, its getting Hyphy/
Let it be whatever it see's rightly/

So before you blow/
Just Jump, get loose/
And Lose Control!

 

[JCyn]

(Please Excuse Me, Trying to Perfect My Flow So ANY Suggestions Are Fine.)

Please take an incling, to see things/
To see the way its creeping/

up your spine and down your back/
like a lyrical crack/
Bomb ass sack/
Such a wicked track/

It's more than rap, its getting Hyphy/
Let it be whatever it see's rightly/

So before you blow/
Just Jump, get loose/
And Lose Control!

Aight homie, lemme give you some pointers... The lyrics are real basic... You gotta say some shit that MAKE muthafuckaz feel you. I think Eminem said it the best one time, the dude does not like to freestyle. "Who wants to hear lyrics like: I live in a house, with a mouse, ect.." They wanna hear your soul in words. The scheme is too simple. If me and you were freestylin' with each other face to face, I could probably predict what your rhymes were going to be. Now that's cool as long as the shit that you say in between lights a muthafuckin' fire in a persons mind. Take this all as constructive criticism please. Don't copy but dissect how some of these cats write. Stay High is a perfect example, dudes rhyme scheme works... And with that said my turn...

 

[JCyn]

Dogg, I need a break from bein' awake,
cause the thoughts in my mind keep my anger enraged.
And what I write on this page, brought straight from the brain.
You better listen close boy cause the Titan has came.
Don't wanna piss him off, now he's actin' psycho insane.
Can't calm his brain, even when he's poppin' vicadin mayne.
This is a mean muthafucka, homie look at his face.
Chip on his shoulder, walkin' streets with a glocc on his waist.
I'm feelin' dazed and confused. Not the haze and the brew.
But from from the way I feel when I put a razor to you.
I ain't the stablest dude. Infact I'm crazy it's true.
Call me Mr. Marijuana cause I'll blaze up your crew.

 

[Asmodeus]

MUCH appreciated man.

 

[Stay High]

I stay so saucy, dipped in that slick shit
I pinch hit and still numba one in this bitch
Im sick, Grissley business is risky business
Stand tall up next to all these midgets
I live it, the life you wish was yours
The life that sometimes leaves me bored
would have yall asses slumped on the floor
or out the door, on a new high Im a rude guy
Dissmiss ya bitch to my room for you the tools fly
im cruel why? dont hate I keep ya checked
If noone kept you checked youd be gabbin out the neck
respect, people dont have these days but I remind em
put my head down and sigh then get upside em
Cuz thats how I learned in the town I reside in
Ridin', smellin' of herbal essence
No photograph bitch, and no no questions
Stop guessin, you'll never figure out why Im like this
Cuz I dont even know I just know Im on some nice shit

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

The monkey on my shoulda started chasin the chips

Started doin flips off the dagger in my
spine thats buried up the hilt

I seen him slip a couple times in all the blood I done spilt
And now the angel and devil on both sides .......are playing monkey in the middle

Over time he getting bigger and he aint so little

Done came into his own now they call him king kong nigga

What ever you try and tell him he aint tryin to hear it

And whatever that muthafucka wants he gonna get it

He's on my shoulder and whispering to me

Tryin to influence me

back into my addiction

And the only way he'll leave me alone
Is if I say
"fuck it man I'm wit it"

Its gettin harder day by day to try to make the right decision

And the sweet scent of temptation just makes it so appealling

Just the thought of the feeling
When its in me
......Man I'm the zone

I'm out my mind all my problems gone

And yeah I know its wrong........ .and I always find an excuse to do it

Get high then a muthafucka and just get lost in the music

Wit a cup of that fluid, now my thoughts they flow so freely

And that demon up in me

And up in a puff of smoke he's gone just like a genie

Until the monkey on my shoulder starts wantin to regain control of the chips

My bi polar side kicks in,

And the angel and the devil start workin in shifts

You could say that I'm skitzo, and I really wouldn't doubt ya

But its the ones that won't admit it.....they the ones you need to watch out for

 

[KODOGG]

Hmm guys.. This is my first flow i've posted/written in damn near a year.. Let me know if y'all think i'm still on tha right track wit' this shit!!

God-As-My-Witness I Neva Lost-No-Bout,
Even If Ya’ Off-Tha-Hinges I’d Jus Lock-Ya-Out //
Tha Clock-Was-Tick’n ‘N Finally I'm Back Around 'N To Tha Block-Im-Bound,
I Was Gone Now Found ‘N As Usual I’m Down Like Next-Ta-Ground //
Tha Best-In-Town ‘N Even Tha-Top-Tenners Look Like Non-Contenders,
Its Bombs-I-Render ‘N Thanks To Me They Got Suddam-Ta-Surrender //
I Belong-In-Tha-Center While All Along Keepin A Calm-Demeanour,
More-Armed-Then-Shiva Cuz This A Dangerous Buisness As Ya Know //
Time Ta-Alarm-Tha-Siccness Cuz With God-As-My-Wittness..

Its Tha Return Of KO!​

 

[Jonah]

your hearin this QUICKNESS, slow it down so you GET THIS, lyrical DISS SHIT,
take some rave BISCUITS, fuckin your girl till her CLIT SPLITS, u dont know
how long the LIST GETS, I got the game wrapped up like CHRISTMAS, jonah and
burg, put us on your WISH LIST, we just batter em up like BISQUICK,rhymes so
sick the dr said to QUIT THIS, but we wont stop till were on some gettin
RICH SHIT, talkin smack and your bodies end up in the DITCH QUICK, flows so
heavy any man couldnt LIFT THIS, J and burg are a disease sicker than
SYPHLIS, if your on some rap shit, were the dudes you wanna GET WITH

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

i think me and jcyns verses kinda went together

 

[Stay High]

good shit KO, still got it homie

J.Treat man, you know me homie
Come in blunt rolled wit a 40 homie
Thru the door all the shorties know me
back to v.i.p and the shorties blow me
show me the money....
like tom cruz Im a Top Gun
People get uneasy when they see me and the cops run
4 shots rung out, Trippin on the mic strung out
You get brung out to the cuts and left
Im clockin' best, you shockin' less than falty wires
I do doughnuts on balding tires with speech causin forest fires
I enter the scene and then starts the choir

 

[Pecos Bille]

cats don't know how to cypher words, shit softer than diaper turds
sorry to the people and the new rappers i might disturb
i recite this like a viper bite, i'm venomous and hype tonite
i'm potent, my potions make speakers burst open and mics ignite
I'm fresh, you past date, ur chick? I took her on bad dates
Got her number, and still bumped her like i had bad breaks
I get the fast cake, numbers running like they on a fast break
your pockets skinner than fiends in the streets who drag base


and we're out!

 

[Jonah]

on the grind slangin percocet,yeah u heard this vet, so hot the flows burn to death, on a murder quest, complex lyrics earn respect, I dont do it for dough tho, they go through the soul not that you would know how to do this flow, but I spit rapid commodities, Ill body g's, on the grind to make a lot of cheese, spit the truth like a prodigy, keep dime bitches on top of me, logically when you spot the beam , dont trust me brother, you better duck and cover, or u get bucked with sluggers, another dead muthafucka.

 

[D 2 D]

Yo, its a shame my sounds, influenced by the underground
cuz Im goin mainstream, makin bitches scream and cream
when they see me on they tv screen.
Originally I intended be lyricly individualistic
but instead i gotta make the same hiphop club shit
to drive the bitches ballistic
i need to get D2D on the stage makin dollas
bitches in the club poppin pussies like pimps pop collas.
But youll never catch D2D with my colla popped like the top on a can of mothafuckin pringles...
never catch D2D sellin out..what? makin radio singles,
not my fault when I walk in the room, everybody girlfriend pussy tingles...
Its just D2D.

 

[Stay High]

My speech hit ya streets like the neighborhood watch
Pop the heat, have you leak, with the whole neighborhood dropped
The flavor of the month is cock, and your girls my number 1 consumer
I Cant get no cooler while yall are softer then Baby Boomers
School ya, Sittin' on blocks is where I got my degree
Hands in pockets, eyes front, nothin' smart when your talkin' to me
I'm coppin' the Z's, smoke weed, we're stealin' bitches like thieves
Best believe I make heads hurt and relieved wit my lyrical opposite to Alieve.

 

[JCyn]

i think me and jcyns verses kinda went together

Yeah not bad homie....

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

ME N RAP GO TOGETHER LIKE BIRDS AND EGGS
NO SNITCH MY MOUTH CLOSED LIKE VIRGIN LEGS
I GET SHIT CRACKIN LIKE A CRACK HOUSE
IM IN TE STREETS GETTIN CHEESE LIKE A FAT MOUSE
IM JUS SPITTIN THIS KEYSTYLE, DOIN IT G STYLE
THIS DRO GOT MY MEMORY SHORT TERM LIKE A FREE TRIAL
SO MEAN WHILE LISTEN TO ME SPIT WITTA CLEAN STYLE
U DNT WANNA SEE ME, IMA MAC ILL KNOCK YA BEEZY
IN THE COUP WATCHIN TV, WHILE SHE SLOBBIN MY WEE WEE
BUST A NUT ON HER FACE THEN PUSH HER OUT THE WHIP
SKURT OUT KNOCKIN THE WOOFERS DOWN THE STRIP
PICK UP THE WORK IMA PUSHER OUT FA GRIP
MAN I GOT CHIPS BUT I AINT TALKIN LAYS
I AINT ROCKIN JAYS, I STAY WIT CHUCKS N NIKES
MAN I GET MORE PUSS THEN SOME FUCKIN DIKES
ITS SEVENOSEVEN LETIN U KNO I AINT NUTHIN NICE

 

[JCyn]

Man I'll spit till I'm upchuckin' and coughin' up blood.
Type lyrics till I'm blistered on my fingers and thumbs.
Write rhymes, that's the only way I'm catchin' a buzz.
Cause these words be doin' me how ecstasy does.
I marinate on a track, let it simmer and steam,
until I got the perfect blend and it's ready to eat.
I won't quit cause momma didn't raise the weak.
So shoot me in the mouth, and I'll continue to speak.
Ya'll shocked, got you feelin' this immaculate verse.
Don't rehearse homeboy, I just randomly blurt.
Yeah it comes out soundin' kinda strange at first.
Until you read it close, then you see I'm vicious with words.
I've met a hundred rappers, but dogg I ain't impressed.
They got no heart, won't see it if you open they chest.
And if I am served, then fuck it I'll lay to rest,
every lyric that I've laced, while embracin' my death.