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Since I missed the OTR battle thing, I decided I would post some of my stuff here. I am a beginner, still learning flow and overall musical ability. That's why some of it is very robotic and simple, but it's a start. Anyway, here's something I wrote last night that was kind of a freestyle that I spruced up a bit. Needs a beginning/bridge:

 

 

Check it,

I got white widow and haze, rhymes so chronic you blazed

This step 1 of my phase, lyrics hit and you dazed

So I circle the ring of fire like Johnny Cash

Framed my own death in a kamikaze crash

Flash forward 2010 I’m rehearsed to win

Stay immersed in sin then reverse my skin

Son I shoot to kill, don’t step toe to toe

I’ll slice off ya feet till you calm and still

Then feed ya pills till you breath more slow

Eyelids go low as I still steal your dough

Rappers spew [expletive] over lame-[expletive] hooks

My style’s Mobb Deep, [expletive] you halfway crooks

Who can’t read a book, stand broke and shook

You can’t see me rook, don’t even try to look

I’ll strangle ya DJ with his own damn braids

Cuz I’m loco mofo, nah mean, hombre?

I’m on a daily operation to conduct runs

Iller than corrupt nuns who bust guns and lust funds

This white skin is simply pigmentation

I can speak in ebonics with concentration

I’ll tell you where happiness can be found

In tiny pressed pills like the Earth they round

Give me three blues and I’ll blow them thru

Holdin snow flakes? Yeah, I’ll blow them too

So go ahead, give me ya best trick hunny

I spit that chocolate, call me the Nesquik Bunny

 

 

 

And here is a diss I wrote going at my ex-gf. I was rolling on E the night before I was supposed to record this and got all sentimental and made up with her so it was never recorded. It was going to be layed on the Ice Cream instrumental by RZA, hence the ice cream reference.

 

Yo the ice cream man’s here and Imma set my sight

You’ll never see me bark but like hell I’ll bite

And this beat’s so tight, couldn’t help but write

A diss to miss Kristy, now I’m on the mic let’s fight

She always under pressure and vast amounts of stress

With the body of a child, got no [expletive] or breasts

Then she failed the tests, up at U-C-C

Can she even spell “R-E-T-A-R-D?”

Now she styles hair, is this a truth or dare?

Customer turns to victim despite the prayer

Please tell me where, you find the female fools

The sluts that use [expletive] as their only tool

The ones that you ask “how can you be so cruel?”

God’s bloody stools attend the beauty schools

And she in that pool, near about to drown

Cuz she’ll look like a clown 10 years from now

I’ll give her the red nose to complete the cause

She always needing makeup to hide her flaws

Beneath the caked up mask and that clever shield

She popped too many pimples and they never healed

Or maybe she can sing, what a crappy choice

Sounds like Louis Armstrong with that raspy voice

She’ll sing to the choir ‘bout her daddy issues

But no one will care or spare a tissue

Cuz no one gives a [expletive] about a stupid slut

A liar, whore, an entitled [expletive]

Call her cupid’s mutt that hops dick to dick

Like a magic trick, she [expletive]in makes me sick

And can make me tick, like so few can do

When she touched my prick, I screamed “Scooby Doo!”

And busted my nut right up in her too

Without a [expletive]in rubber, “I’m so sorry boo!”

Then back in November I had a motel room

With 3 chicks and much vodka to consume

The sips turned to gulps, and right before I knew

I was standing in my boxers with a raging clue!

And holding a camera, pictures now erased

Cuz Kristy and company tried to save their face

So I’ll play along nice and be their saving grace

But New Year’s Eve? Ha that’s a different case

Once again my girley was drunk as [expletive]

We’re sitting in my car, just hooking up

When we spot a girl around ten yards away

In only bra and panties, Kristy yells out, “Hey!”

The stranger looks up and falls to the floor

Then stumbles to the car, opens up the door

Kristy hops in the back, a straight on attack

Stripping her down, feeling up her rack

Soon both are nude, pussies wet with joy

Scissor me Timbers! Ha I’m a lucky boy

When the fun had ceased the girl dropped a dime

“I’m just a virgin, that was my very first time!”

 

 

Kristy I’m talking to you straight, I [expletive]in hate you [expletive]

Cuz you’re an evil witch from the depths of hell

And your [expletive] smells, give it a mint and tell

All your close friends about my drug addictions

Or how under the sheets I swung and came up missin

Go tell ‘em all your lies and false superstitions

Cuz ho I’m on a mission to open up your eyes

You’re the dirty skank that everyone despise

I’m rapping these bars to tell ‘em all the truth

That your soul is rotted black like an unbrushed tooth

This song was too easy like your slut-whore self

You’d probably [expletive] a goblin or a Cyclops elf

And you should be the poster-child for abortion

Cuz you took away my happiness by extortion

So I’ll match you wit for wit, take you blow for blow

Cradle to the grave, I’ll tell you so ya know

Your end has come and I’ll say it soft like fleece

Princess (her last name), may you rot in peace

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Something new I wrote, might record it this weekend...

 

Rap scriptures tell I'll rule like Leviathon

Projected by Mayan men drunk off a keg of Heineken

The venom in this verse’ll have you say, “Dang, son!”

It’s the verbal noose from which you’ll hang from

I gotta face the fact that concealing’s mass-appealing

And I can’t fight the feeling to blow your brains across the ceiling

Dealing drugs to fiends funded by stealing

Killing Christian prayers at the sight of kneeling

I’m the spark that blew up the Challenger

An underrated rapper like Jeru the Damaga

Capture ya, inside a picture, 10 trillion pixels

So the expressions are visual, a simple principle

That I set forth as we take a trip inside

Where metaphors, punchlines and wordplay do reside

And decide, an MC’s true lyrical fitness

We’re all witness to the vicious battle illness

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