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TGYH:
When Tha Shot Prevokez Tha Doctor Smokez
Let Loose With Tha Tommy Pretend i Shot Some Locz
i'm Ridin Beats Like They Holdin Me
Steppin To Tha Line Like Tha Blow is Free
i'll Take Shotz At Ya Legs And Watch Ya Knee Grow
Steppin To Tha Line i'm Hittin Free Throws
Ya Better Man Up When Ya On Lock Down
Kick Out Ya Teeth Cuz That's Tha Only Time Ya Got Crowns
Real Talk i'll Scope Ya Head When i'm Making Bids
Stop Frontin i'll Grab A Bar And Break Ya Ribz
On Tha Block i'm Tossin Molitovs Through Windows
Murder On My Record God Forgives My Sins Though
Make Ya Think Ya Catholic When Tha Cross On Ya Chest
No Gats.. This Time Around i'll Start Flossin A Tech
Gonna Chop Tha Rock Bring it To Tha Block An Solicit Drugz
Cut Ya Bitches Head Off And Fuck Tha Corpse Ta Be Named An Explicit Thug


Gutta:
My brains crazed, missin, got no change, livin, in cocaine sniffin//
My whole chain glisten, Aim, click, then BOOOOM another slain victim//
Put rappin on the side, see that crack provide the thoughts in my vandalized mind//
The only tear drop you'll see flash from mine, is the tat on my eye//
Magnetized by nines, on the streets ride, patternized by crimes//
They takin head shots, I guess u could say I'm CAMERA SHY, sometimes//
In the jungle starving, I'll be feedin pistols to ya, involved in the drug scene//
Like Felix Mitchell Jr., blood seen, another drugged teen, twist the Buddha//
This thug's seen, Pistols, Lugers, purpose to bust, and hit intruders//
Gutta aint like ya man's tho, roll around Duranes, swagger, pant's low//
Armed conflicts, like when ya heard of scandals, see ya homie face on the Murder channel, I remain in an eternal battle with my burner with tha pearl handle//
My life is something u could never learn ta handle, the streets is a war zone//
We should journ in Camo, my heater hot enuff to burn like an inferno, and blow!!//
I strike quick, so they cant prepare for when I press em, if they talking shit//
I'll pump guns on em like heroin injections, the devil's in my flesh, and//
Gutta Puttin motherfuckers six feet deep cuz I got burial connections//
Ignite the dome, with criminal thoughts, hand locked tight on chrome//
Haze givin indigo thoughts, ride alone, on my block im known to supply the poems//
Everything that u hear me spit is hot, on the microphone personify Capone//

TGYH:

Hold You Hostage in My Conscience When i Murder You
Claimin Tha Street When No Ones Eva Heard Of You
i'ma Savage When i Reach For Nines
i'll Crack Ya Head Like it's Easter Time
Blow Ya Brains Out While i'm Eatin Lines
Kids Dont Even Got Punches How They Speak Of Mine
Put 4 IV'z To Ya Head 'Til Ya Brain Start Leakin (.44 Cal)
interogate Ya Crew With Chrome To Tha Lipz 'Til Ya Mayne Start Speakin
Shots To Tha Head Ya Mayne is Sleepin Now My Aim is Reapin
Hide Tha Body From Tha Fedz 'Til Tha Lame is Reakin
Rip Ya Limbz Off And Put A New Meanin Behind Armed Robbery
Got AK'z Made Of Clay You Cant Harm Pottery
Write Rhymes Ta Beat You Hype Punches For Nymphos Ta Beat To
Seen All Tha Flaws.. Pump Holes in Ya Chest So You Literally See Through
Quit Writin i Dont Wanna Hear William Reagal Squawkin
Ya'll Better Learn Ta Praise Tha Birds When Eagles Talkin


Gutta:
Conceived in deals, and kills that arrived from beef, watching graffiti filled//
Iron horses ride through streets, survived through the deprived to lift the title, chief//
If you stayin cold on tha block, my nine will provide you heat, till u die in streets//
I heard rhymes could pay, listening to the homies on tha block, Alpines will play//
Engraved in thoughts from when the skies was gray, and on the cold streets//
Chalk outlined ya frame, stay away from crime, another attempt, gum stuck to cement//
And I was stuck to cement, pockets was dumpin lint, I'm still a youngin in debt//
Comin correct, stolen change, dealin, with low grade villains, at Bodegas, chillen//
On the streets fiends slay for haze days and nights, and I heard Gangstas collaborate on the Mic, spit sprayin, got me hyped, enuff to stab a fuckin blade in a dyke//
Now they claimin that I'm dangerous, right? Thugs hustled on tha same blocks//
I grew up on, screwed up on, gangstas bought the candy's of they arms//
Lou Vitton, watching Sitcoms, tryin to be the next Nick Barnes, I made my way on a Mic
And gave my peeps something that they could keep with em//
Put em six feet deep and strip of em peace, conflictin with heat//
Different issues of beef, religious beliefs from the victim, the streets//

Okay no hatin or anything, but Gutta completely outshined ya TGYH.
I mean ya first verse was dope but you fell off with your second.

Both guttas verses were complete fire. Fucking awesome multies, flow AND concepts.

Like for example tgyh, i didnt think you really got ya point across with lines like

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i'll Crack Ya Head Like it's Easter Time
Blow Ya Brains Out While i'm Eatin Lines

Real Talk i'll Scope Ya Head When i'm Making Bids
Stop Frontin i'll Grab A Bar And Break Ya Ribz

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I've seen WAY WAY WAY better from you.

Gutta, Fuck yeh man. I swear your one of the best lyricists on Illest man. For real.

Shit like

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My brains crazed, missin, got no change, livin, in cocaine sniffin//
My whole chain glisten, Aim, click, then BOOOOM another slain victim//
Put rappin on the side, see that crack provide the thoughts in my vandalized mind//
The only tear drop you'll see flash from mine, is the tat on my eye//
Magnetized by nines, on the streets ride, patternized by crimes//
They takin head shots, I guess u could say I'm CAMERA SHY, sometimes//
In the jungle starving, I'll be feedin pistols to ya, involved in the drug scene//
Like Felix Mitchell Jr., blood seen, another drugged teen, twist the Buddha//
This thug's seen, Pistols, Lugers, purpose to bust, and hit intruders//
Gutta aint like ya man's tho, roll around Duranes, swagger, pant's low//
Armed conflicts, like when ya heard of scandals, see ya homie face on the Murder channel, I remain in an eternal battle with my burner with tha pearl handle//
My life is something u could never learn ta handle, the streets is a war zone//
We should journ in Camo, my heater hot enuff to burn like an inferno, and blow!!//
I strike quick, so they cant prepare for when I press em, if they talking shit//
I'll pump guns on em like heroin injections, the devil's in my flesh, and//
Gutta Puttin motherfuckers six feet deep cuz I got burial connections//
Ignite the dome, with criminal thoughts, hand locked tight on chrome//
Haze givin indigo thoughts, ride alone, on my block im known to supply the poems//
Everything that u hear me spit is hot, on the microphone personify Capone//

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LMFAO yeh thats the whole verse. That's how fuckin dope i thought it was. Same with Your 2nd Verse. AWESOME job man..


Great work from both of you. I wanna see another collabo from you guys.

Word, that was pretty ridiculous Gutta.

I'll leave more feedback later.

HAVE TO AGREE

gutta you killed it homie was feelin ya verses the whole way through

tgyh was good but fell off in spots still decent dropsfrom you though

overall nice collabo was deffo worth the read

good job fellas

uppin for feed

JJ fav bars through out it all:

On Tha Block i'm Tossin Molitovs Through Windows
Murder On My Record God Forgives My Sins Though
Make Ya Think Ya Catholic When Tha Cross On Ya Chest
No Gats.. This Time Around i'll Start Flossin A Tech \

Rip Ya Limbz Off And Put A New Meanin Behind Armed Robbery
Got AK'z Made Of Clay You Cant Harm Pottery

Gutta fav bars through out it all:

Put rappin on the side, see that crack provide the thoughts in my vandalized mind//
The only tear drop you'll see flash from mine, is the tat on my eye//
Magnetized by nines, on the streets ride, patternized by crimes//
They takin head shots, I guess u could say I'm CAMERA SHY, sometimes//

If you stayin cold on tha block, my nine will provide you heat, till u die in streets//
I heard rhymes could pay, listening to the homies on tha block, Alpines will play//
Engraved in thoughts from when the skies was gray, and on the cold streets//
Chalk outlined ya frame, stay away from crime, another attempt, gum stuck to cement//

--those bars from both of you i liked the best good shit--

flow for yall was mostly on point except a few things i had 2 re-read as i was spittin it but i caught onto it quick..gutta u came pretty good on this,JJ u came aight too but i wasnt feelin nething else besides what i posted above..in all honesty it was a good collab,but i believe u two cud connect and think more bout broader topics yet keepin ur stylin..keep droppin tho,peace

thanks for the feed Tramatik

its much appreciated

"i'll Take Shotz At Ya Legs And Watch Ya Knee Grow
Steppin To Tha Line i'm Hittin Free Throws"

Nice line.

"Real Talk i'll Scope Ya Head When i'm Making Bids
Stop Frontin i'll Grab A Bar And Break Ya Ribz"

ow. a crowbar?

"My brains crazed, missin, got no change, livin, in cocaine sniffin//
My whole chain glisten, Aim, click, then BOOOOM another slain victim// "

Ill opener

"Put rappin on the side, see that crack provide the thoughts in my vandalized mind//
The only tear drop you'll see flash from mine, is the tat on my eye//"

haha, funny shit

"Magnetized by nines, on the streets ride, patternized by crimes//
They takin head shots, I guess u could say I'm CAMERA SHY, sometimes// "

Damn

"In the jungle starving, I'll be feedin pistols to ya, involved in the drug scene//
Like Felix Mitchell Jr., blood seen, another drugged teen, twist the Buddha//
This thug's seen, Pistols, Lugers, purpose to bust, and hit intruders//
Gutta aint like ya man's tho, roll around Duranes, swagger, pant's low//"

Flip the rhyme scheme crazy on that shit.

The rest was cool.

"i'ma Savage When i Reach For Nines
i'll Crack Ya Head Like it's Easter Time"

ouch

"Rip Ya Limbz Off And Put A New Meanin Behind Armed Robbery
Got AK'z Made Of Clay You Cant Harm Pottery "

Horrible

"Write Rhymes Ta Beat You Hype Punches For Nymphos Ta Beat To
Seen All Tha Flaws.. Pump Holes in Ya Chest So You Literally See Through "

Nice recovery.

"Conceived in deals, and kills that arrived from beef, watching graffiti filled//
Iron horses ride through streets, survived through the deprived to lift the title, chief//
If you stayin cold on tha block, my nine will provide you heat, till u die in streets//
I heard rhymes could pay, listening to the homies on tha block, Alpines will play//
Engraved in thoughts from when the skies was gray, and on the cold streets//
Chalk outlined ya frame, stay away from crime, another attempt, gum stuck to cement// "

I don't know where this rhyme scheme came from.

"On the streets fiends slay for haze days and nights, and I heard Gangstas collaborate on the Mic, spit sprayin, got me hyped, enuff to stab a fuckin blade in a dyke//
Now they claimin that I'm dangerous, right? Thugs hustled on tha same blocks// "

word, i like some of that wording

Overall it was a pretty sick piece, but...yah gutta shined through. 8.8/10

word

stilluppin

pretty dope, gutta was fire thatguyuhate you had some nice bars in there two.. gutta was alot more creative and shit, but both of you still brang the heat here, didnt fall off topic, both of you had some choppy flow in some areas. and there were a couple of weak bars.. let me break it down

TGYH:
When Tha Shot Prevokez Tha Doctor Smokez
Let Loose With Tha Tommy Pretend i Shot Some Locz

Alright seems abit basic, and what are locz?


i'm Ridin Beats Like They Holdin Me
Steppin To Tha Line Like Tha Blow is Free


Using Stepping to the line again? i didnt really like this bar much

i'll Take Shotz At Ya Legs And Watch Ya Knee Grow
Steppin To Tha Line i'm Hittin Free Throws

Alright . Punch could have been way harder

Ya Better Man Up When Ya On Lock Down
Kick Out Ya Teeth Cuz That's Tha Only Time Ya Got Crowns

^ another straight bar, nothing great nothing bad

Real Talk i'll Scope Ya Head When i'm Making Bids
Stop Frontin i'll Grab A Bar And Break Ya Ribz

another simple bar, basic rhyme scheme

On Tha Block i'm Tossin Molitovs Through Windows
Murder On My Record God Forgives My Sins Though

lol brought a cackle to my face not bad not bas

Make Ya Think Ya Catholic When Tha Cross On Ya Chest
No Gats.. This Time Around i'll Start Flossin A Tech

nothing special, alright tho.. flow was mad choppy

Gonna Chop Tha Rock Bring it To Tha Block An Solicit Drugz
Cut Ya Bitches Head Off And Fuck Tha Corpse Ta Be Named An Explicit Thug

^ the best bar in this verse, pretty good for a closer


Gutta:
My brains crazed, missin, got no change, livin, in cocaine sniffin//
My whole chain glisten, Aim, click, then BOOOOM another slain victim//

Good Multis, Punch was solid, dope for a opener for your verse

Put rappin on the side, see that crack provide the thoughts in my vandalized mind//
The only tear drop you'll see flash from mine, is the tat on my eye//

haha nice punchline

Magnetized by nines, on the streets ride, patternized by crimes//
They takin head shots, I guess u could say I'm CAMERA SHY, sometimes//

^ PLAYED . thers been so many things like that... wack

In the jungle starving, I'll be feedin pistols to ya, involved in the drug scene//
Like Felix Mitchell Jr., blood seen, another drugged teen, twist the Buddha//

Honestly i didnt get this. explain if you wont to

This thug's seen, Pistols, Lugers, purpose to bust, and hit intruders//
Gutta aint like ya man's tho, roll around Duranes, swagger, pant's low//

Just no

Armed conflicts, like when ya heard of scandals, see ya homie face on the Murder channel, I remain in an eternal battle with my burner with tha pearl handle//

^ pretty decent, punch could have been better could have worded it better to

My life is something u could never learn ta handle, the streets is a war zone//
We should journ in Camo, my heater hot enuff to burn like an inferno, and blow!!//

Border Line OK punch, flow was choppy and again this could of been worded better

I strike quick, so they cant prepare for when I press em, if they talking shit//
I'll pump guns on em like heroin injections, the devil's in my flesh, and//
Gutta Puttin motherfuckers six feet deep cuz I got burial connections//

^^ HAHA dope punch man six feet deep cuz I got burial connections < Ill.

Ignite the dome, with criminal thoughts, hand locked tight on chrome//
Haze givin indigo thoughts, ride alone, on my block im known to supply the poems//
Everything that u hear me spit is hot, on the microphone personify Capone//

alright man, i would have switched them 3 lines, for ur other three would of been a dope closer.
TGYH:

Hold You Hostage in My Conscience When i Murder You
Claimin Tha Street When No Ones Eva Heard Of You

^ haha pretty nice, good punch

i'ma Savage When i Reach For Nines
i'll Crack Ya Head Like it's Easter Time

so far its lookin better then ur first verse

Blow Ya Brains Out While i'm Eatin Lines
Kids Dont Even Got Punches How They Speak Of Mine

^ could have been alot harder bro
Put 4 IV'z To Ya Head 'Til Ya Brain Start Leakin (.44 Cal)
interogate Ya Crew With Chrome To Tha Lipz 'Til Ya Mayne Start Speakin

^ dope man

Shots To Tha Head Ya Mayne is Sleepin Now My Aim is Reapin
Hide Tha Body From Tha Fedz 'Til Tha Lame is Reakin

Alrighty, not bad wasnt great though
Rip Ya Limbz Off And Put A New Meanin Behind Armed Robbery
Got AK'z Made Of Clay You Cant Harm Pottery

^ agree with complexity, weak
Write Rhymes Ta Beat You Hype Punches For Nymphos Ta Beat To
Seen All Tha Flaws.. Pump Holes in Ya Chest So You Literally See Through

^ another dope punch, pretty nice dude

Quit Writin i Dont Wanna Hear William Reagal Squawkin
Ya'll Better Learn Ta Praise Tha Birds When Eagles Talkin

First line whack, lucky your second line was alright, other wise this would have been up there in the worst bar of the drop.


Gutta:
Conceived in deals, and kills that arrived from beef, watching graffiti filled//
Iron horses ride through streets, survived through the deprived to lift the title, chief//

Flow was good.. punch still could have been harder man!

If you stayin cold on tha block, my nine will provide you heat, till u die in streets//
I heard rhymes could pay, listening to the homies on tha block, Alpines will play//

^ ha.. another straight bar.. this is about even with your first verse so far

Engraved in thoughts from when the skies was gray, and on the cold streets//
Chalk outlined ya frame, stay away from crime, another attempt, gum stuck to cement//

dont really like the rhyme scheme, makes the flow sound sloppy as hell

And I was stuck to cement, pockets was dumpin lint, I'm still a youngin in debt//
Comin correct, stolen change, dealin, with low grade villains, at Bodegas, chillen//

lol nice. flow was crazy

On the streets fiends slay for haze days and nights, and I heard Gangstas collaborate on the Mic, spit sprayin, got me hyped, enuff to stab a fuckin blade in a dyke//

ha? could have been alot harder bro.

Now they claimin that I'm dangerous, right? Thugs hustled on tha same blocks//
I grew up on, screwed up on, gangstas bought the candy's of they arms//
Lou Vitton, watching Sitcoms, tryin to be the next Nick Barnes, I made my way on a Mic
And gave my peeps something that they could keep with em//

^ nothing great.. nothing bad though.. alright
Put em six feet deep and strip of em peace, conflictin with heat//
Different issues of beef, religious beliefs from the victim, the streets//

pretty ill closer

overall this had some dope bars and concepts just some needed to be polished up better and if they all hit harder it would of been ill, but for now ill just say its good .

word thanks bru


uppin

nice collab fellas was feelin the street essence of this piece

uppin

it was alrite