Fairly long freestyle
Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:59 pm
This will be audio cause it was all written to a beat. Audio should be out sometime next week hopefully. I'll return feed. Don't hate the structure too bad cause this is an audio piece basically, haha.
Came at the ass end uh 0 7, repped 2-8 now 9-11
From the 313 in the D where theres no angels ora heaven
Bored and fendin, release therapy through paper sendin
Escape through a pen where theres no break nor bendin
No tendon in rap, no spine in they back, no time to spit crack
Shit lacks the quality and content so the vets hafta fall back
But they crawl back, every day anew, like that faggot Typeo
So I broke that niggas face an had em breathin thru a life hose
Dude couldnt move me like he was wearin some tight clothes
Would call em out in audio but hed excuse n say his mic froze
Bust his medulla leak brain matter then put x's on his eyes closed
I know, I ran em out the board after I cunt punted dude Orlando
I would count as a positive in wins but he wasnt even half a man though
Kick em like my calve just slams hoes, talk rocks he didnt even fuckin have those
Duck between jab throws, speak the truth, but sometime the truth hurts
Dudes lines couldnt hold water like a patch from faulty roof works
Steppin on crew turf, so I stretch niggas out like wearin a new shirt
Was like who first? then I got put in the dirt, by dude who'd tread violence
In a month I learned to get wins I gotta call out bitches like Dead Silence
The red tides in, and Imma be splittin the river of rap like my name Moses
Look at my boy and tell em to hold this, while I throw hays with some cold fists
You cant fold fits of rage in the brain, untamed beast ya bout to get ya son mamed
Dude aint claimed his name to fame, got stepped on nigga cause Ive slain the game
I train to make it rain, you drop tear ducts, watchin porn is the only time u get near fucks
Fear us, its bout time, for war, and youll see me at the front lines
Stab ya heart right where your shunt lies, fuck wit me ya see some cunts die
I dont lie, neva have neva needin, look at ya man like fuck is he bleedin
Lace up ya boots no more creepin, its time to march through these bitches
and leave their body leakin
Came at the ass end uh 0 7, repped 2-8 now 9-11
From the 313 in the D where theres no angels ora heaven
Bored and fendin, release therapy through paper sendin
Escape through a pen where theres no break nor bendin
No tendon in rap, no spine in they back, no time to spit crack
Shit lacks the quality and content so the vets hafta fall back
But they crawl back, every day anew, like that faggot Typeo
So I broke that niggas face an had em breathin thru a life hose
Dude couldnt move me like he was wearin some tight clothes
Would call em out in audio but hed excuse n say his mic froze
Bust his medulla leak brain matter then put x's on his eyes closed
I know, I ran em out the board after I cunt punted dude Orlando
I would count as a positive in wins but he wasnt even half a man though
Kick em like my calve just slams hoes, talk rocks he didnt even fuckin have those
Duck between jab throws, speak the truth, but sometime the truth hurts
Dudes lines couldnt hold water like a patch from faulty roof works
Steppin on crew turf, so I stretch niggas out like wearin a new shirt
Was like who first? then I got put in the dirt, by dude who'd tread violence
In a month I learned to get wins I gotta call out bitches like Dead Silence
The red tides in, and Imma be splittin the river of rap like my name Moses
Look at my boy and tell em to hold this, while I throw hays with some cold fists
You cant fold fits of rage in the brain, untamed beast ya bout to get ya son mamed
Dude aint claimed his name to fame, got stepped on nigga cause Ive slain the game
I train to make it rain, you drop tear ducts, watchin porn is the only time u get near fucks
Fear us, its bout time, for war, and youll see me at the front lines
Stab ya heart right where your shunt lies, fuck wit me ya see some cunts die
I dont lie, neva have neva needin, look at ya man like fuck is he bleedin
Lace up ya boots no more creepin, its time to march through these bitches
and leave their body leakin