Did U call ur self a mole?
Hey listen ma rhymes stand tall like street pole
Ur rhymes are soo cold like ur living in a snow hole
Come tap on me for light poor soul
And boost ur lil rhymes like a white bold.

:
Ok let me hit the mic,
Am dropping like a leAking roof,
With word dripping like a bleeding wolf
I am hitler and conquer like adolf
Am great so I call U all calf
So pay me homage like am your prof
When I smoke U all just puff
So stay clear like am a bomb that might just bust. Hala

DBR:

Ma ink just musin' . . .



Homies cant say a prayer. .ni99az just do the adlibs/
not eaten in days. .cant cant even move his tired lips/
Tragic/. .dire need/ his name on the fired list/
vilest/. .asking why me. .now willing to try sh[i].[/i]!t/

thinking, caught? he'l make trial at least/
tireless,/ from pennin' rap sh[i].[/i]!t. .now peddling' crack shiit/
was nice with them Hooks. . fc[i].[/i]uk it,now u an Addict?/
drastic,/ no beat. .u hang wit the gang clique/

plannin, gat clicked/ hope luck will have it/
noosed, handlin' charm. . foot of a Rabbit/
not sure, Enticin' habit/. .just Carrot dammit!/
your soul worth too much for a pun or a gambit!/

now Future is Close. .wondering' wat it has fixed/
wat if u Open the Present. .and its filled wit Past Gifts?/
No Roof o'er your head from cradle. .not even in Casket/



oNe

This guy sha! Niiiice as in Fabolous


This one?

and 2 Kittens culdda Pecked. . b4 u call a Catechist!!/

DBR haba!!!!!

dropping cold flows like ma words came outta a fridge,

phraze:

dropping cold flows like ma words came outta a fridge,

watta abt coldroom.lol eeezz

yea
lolz

i brag
i got the most eloqeunt spit call me the hiphop obama
releasing good bars that could change ur flows to tite raps
now how about dat me in a fly track hitting emcees up like setting up a pie chart

Okay I been gƠ̴̴͡Ñε̲̣̣ FƠ̴̴͡R like wнA̶̲̥̅T̶̲̥̅? 2yrs Ơ̴̴͡R something?
Okay check out da lyrics I wrote and rate!

[Verse 1]:-
I'm a Don in tha makin, stuffin all da pennies; now I've got more than d bar could raise/
Checkin all da corners, making all da manner; now I've got more to shift da phase/
Lookin into summer wit a lead undercover; wat'cha gonna do wen I hit da place/
Gettin at da clue, rear mirror in da view; checkin on ma speed at MPH/-\
U fink dat I'm fast, but I'm holdin up slow; cuz der's nuffin imma do wen I hold no Doe/
Lookin at a park, gotta handful of niggaz; peepin in da dark gotta wrathful of players/
Callin on a mender wit a blender on cinder; yet I kno I can make it off ma fenders/
Pardon me later, I'mma Don 4 da latter; u climbin up ladders but I'm holdin up beta,


[Chorus]:-

(*chorus witheld*.)

[Verse 2]:-
Doting on ma tracks, wit a blast 4rm da past; its evident destiny's on ma call/
If ya song-sick, u'd be down wit a fever; ya get a sidekick, u'd be done wit ever/
Never need a roll call to rate ma name, so to speak; it ain't a case to judge in court/
Outta they mouth they speak da law, I want a fair case so I pray oh lord/
Judge me fairly wit my rights clearly, stop Forcin evidence dat was seen on telly/
Sour in ma mouth, bitter in ma belly; give da verdict, before watever they tell me/
Call me Johnny Cypher cuz I'm chillin wit a Cidar; puffin like tha smoke of a cigar of outsider/
Jumping off da louvres, storeys down to tha level;
Fighting off tha pain its biting hard thru ma navel,

[chorus]2x
(till fade)

Written by-
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Notice: only for targeted recipent!

Composed on:
Fri, 10 Jun 2011

Composition time start:
06:00:47 PM

Compostion time end:
10:50:11 PM

Composed via-
BlackBerry ™ (7130), Cingular

Software aid:
Wml, Electronic Mail, notepad, dictionary

Genre:
Hiphop, Rap.

Aired:
NIL.

Beats:
Lyrics, accapella only.

Estimated Time frame-
00:03:05

Standard verse elapsed time-
00:00:50

Bit rate:
145

Featured:
Solo

Beat Makers:
Fruity loops (intended for use), hiphop ejay (under consideration), guitar studio (under consideration), virtual DJ (under consideration), Sound Booth (intended for use)

Sound formats:
Wma, wav, amr, midi only

Composer:
Johnnygan shadyville

Copyright:
Personal/business/shareware

Producer:
NIL

Director:
NIL

Record Label:
NIL

Studio manager:
NIL

Marketer:
NIL

Sponsor:
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Technical crew:
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Final Revision:
Fri, 10 Jun 2011 / 11:32:50 PM

Endorsed:
Sat, 11 Jun 2011 / 8:28:24 AM

Last Updated:
Sat, 11 Jun 2011 / 9:11:42 AM.

Workn ma way frm ground to d sky! Am Made to reside on top among d Stars!
Yeah d next man might be an hater, bt so sad is Guy* d shortman is just an avatar! Am d real deal like legend stout!, ma lines makes you feel itch lik a bad shaft!, Nigga nt stopn till I hear d hater shout!
Call me d paper-chaser!, d dough maker, av gt ma head 24/7 finkn on money making, lik 50 get rich or die-tryn. Been a spectator for too long, nw is d tym to take d bull by the horn!,

Drums dat new kid on d
block* out wit his own rock* y'all
grampies, watch d clock* cuz am
putin d game unda lock* 2 tend
y'all like flocks* now u screamin
like frogs* i drop beats & every1
on dere feet, like a gud beat* ur
bitch been feelin d heat* she
cudn't more dose of my
medicine, screamin anaconda* y'all
2" suits her best*call d name out
loud drums is so sick*sicker dan flu
im 2 visible 2 notice*i make oda
cats invisible, call dt shit ghost
face*plus im d man of d ppl, call
me d Moses*they callin me
their favourite, i aint even gat an
album*ritenow im in my dom
and its all filled wit stars,
stardom*i put dese niggaz in
their Drake mode, mehn they so
far gone*yeah im so Malcom and
ure jst d ex*hiphop makin out
wit me nd she say im d best*she
eva had or shud i say shes eva
had*and u, mehn u like somtin dt
shes neva had*im abt 2 usher u 2
drums like Raymond*i son dese
rappers, address em like ok
son*yes son, go check d number
plates son*results stil d same son,
they all gat my name on.

it aint fuckin compulsory everybody must drop flows, Am too ill to read wack lines, What tha Bleep,

my flows so good they wanna hold it for ransom
no cow no beef no kelly handsome
im tryna reach the top of the game son
so imma buy dem shoes so they run run run when their games done
imma dragon i spit fire
dats wat i desire i dont do it ofr the naira
so criticize me tire they are lairs
whatch their nose grow long like wires

hey bidD aint hatin your ish buh next time try put up something gangsta. Datz watitdo

^ yeah like dagrin ! Lol!

camronid:

Drums dat new kid on d
block* out wit his own rock* y'all
grampies, watch d clock* cuz am
putin d game unda lock* 2 tend
y'all like flocks* now u screamin
like frogs* i drop beats & every1
on dere feet, like a gud beat* your
NaughtyWoman been feelin d heat* she
cudn't more dose of my
medicine, screamin anaconda* y'all
2" suits her best*call d name out
loud drums is so sick*sicker dan flu
im 2 visible 2 notice*i make oda
cats invisible, call dt poo ghost
face*plus im d man of d ppl, call
me d Moses*they callin me
their favourite, i aint even gat an
album*ritenow im in my dom
and its all filled wit stars,
stardom*i put dese niggaz in
their Drake mode, mehn they so
far gone*yeah im so Malcom and
ure jst d ex*hiphop makin out
wit me nd she say im d best*she
eva had or shud i say shes eva
had*and u, mehn u like somtin dt
shes neva had*im abt 2 usher u 2
drums like Raymond*i son dese
rappers, address em like ok
son*yes son, go check d number
plates son*results stil d same son,
they all gat my name on.

Nice1 bruv.eeezz

Meh.

yea tell me if dis ish gud



ya its fc in de buildin
they beggin 4 forgiveness got these b*tch neggas pleadin
everyboby knows dat im da ish en u can smell it from ma deo
ma dreams aint safe gut a gun under ma pillow
these other rappers underwieghts they benchin wat a kilo
im outdoin neggas they jst goin under
ma beats bang everywer lik sum kinda thunder
ma flow ill igot to cough on de track
man proud to be african black
nailed his girl so dey callin me a carpenter
im no light one im a darkener
niggas shake wen dey c me epileptic

isaac.h

infested area. . . .thread needs a clean up. eeeish!

Its best to know/ They call me 'Okrika' when Im sexing ho's/
cos I make em 'bend down'. . . like they 'selecting clothes'!/
I blast you fakes/ pulling guns out of a plastic case/
write rhymes in small letters. . . cos I de-CAPITATE!!/
Ya @ss get scorched/ when I 'retire' from this rapping sport/
Y'all niggas gassed. . . so Ill be glad to 'pass the torch'/
I spray eight slugs/ Shotgun wedding. . . I show AK's love/
I cop weed from 'Ogun state'. . . it's a 'Gateway' drug!/
In football analogy/ my Mack 11 be/ popping enemies/
My sub-[/i]machine. . . turn injury time. . . to sudden death penalty!!/
The raps I present/ put yo @ss on the bench/
Y'all can't 'handle-bars'. . . unless it's [i]gymnastic events!/
I leave Poets impressed/ cos they know I'm the best/
My fans get tested periodically. . . for psycho-social effects!/
They can't handle the speech/ I cut ya legs off, put a sandal on each/
. . then sow em to ya spine . . . now you 'back on ya feet'!/
I'm a cannibal beast/ brandishing mandible teeth/
I roll with more dogs. . .than a Lazarus feast/

This has got to be one of my craziest, most meaningless verses. . .but i kinda like it. Hehehe.

Check

Yes please, y'all should stand up or get on your knees/
Who's that n¡gga that blow y'all out like breeze//
Who's he that'z infect y'all with a disease/
And who's he that raise rap from death like jeez//

Yeah/ I'm so mad. . .i drowned a clock to kill time/
Then I killed/ cooked/ and ate a damn fox to feel sly//
I jumped from a Boeing at top flight to feel fly/
And none of you n¡ggas could [b]f[/b]uck wiv this right?//

Yeah, i spit from deep within the earth like i'm dead/
and i'm known to fuckn thiz b¡tches like i'm Lez//
so if one of you niggas wanna [b]f[/b]uck wiv me i'll vex/
niggaz know i neva left/ cuz i always come right back like Alves//

Yeah i'm ill/ so i splatter a glob of cartarrh to spit sick/
you'z a puzzy so i'm pinochio and i'm ready to stick d¡ck//
Its like your azz is your mouth when you say your sh¡t speaks/
now bend over and lemme flog yo' mouth wiv a lip 'stick'//

my thots zig-zag so i put a ruler on ma head to think straight/
catch me staring at the KG signs on rice bags to watch weight//
i heard Karma's a b¡tch so i was thinking we could date/
bcuz i've always known it's like my destiny to bleep fate//

Yeah, i buried Queen Latifah alive bcuz i wanna grow fat/
and i heard Jesus drove a Ferrari for 40 days to go fast//
my whole body made of glass/ n¡ggaz you can go ask/
Until i fell hard, landed on my bum and became a broke azz//

Look bro. . .you don't gotta be a gαy fowl to go to Bangkok/
And you wouldn't need a wordsmith to write your will for Hancock//
yeah. . .i'm so crazy at this, niggaz, and i can't stop/
I've gotten to such an impossible height and i can't drop//

ibime. . .nice one bro.
Its good to see you putting some light to these dark pages.

Wow. .just had to drop sth o. .terribly rusty tho. .but like wine, i'l get beta with time
always ready to contribute and breathe life into this place. .lameness was almost takin over

hot like Coal. . i burn these lames all in One-Day/
got arsenal of wordplay. .but too early to spit gunplay/
Whip em all wit their fake Accent like they Hyundai/
whipped cream. .the Scoop? im Toppin them all like Sundae/

wuld i ever quit pennin. .errr well may be someday/
mama thank God for ma life cos she no say her Son dey/
so she went to church Happy. .its not a Mourn day. .
me, i Menaj a trios. . cos its ma Twos day /

so tell me. . how the hell can i Wed next day?!
gotta Hammer. .hit d cinema in Thunde[/i]r cos its [i]Thor's day/
4 Onion bootys. .Skillet and Sizzle ,yea. . Fry day/
do it all at the Weekend never Sat-all-day!


oNe

Lol. . .nice ones DBR. Let's throw them lame fakes outta here. .

mykali:



Yeah/ I'm so mad. . .i drowned a clock to kill time/
Then I killed/ cooked/ and ate a damn fox to feel sly//
I jumped from a Boeing at top flight to feel fly/
And none of you n¡ggas could [b]f[/b]uck wiv this right?//

yeah, i buried Queen Latifah alive bcuz i wanna grow fat/
and i heard Jesus drove a Ferrari for 40 days to go fast//
my whole body made of glass/ n¡ggaz you can go ask/
Until i fell hard, landed on my bum and became a broke azz//

Look bro. . .you don't gotta be a gαy fowl to go to Bangkok/
And you wouldn't need a wordsmith to write your will for Hancock//

Nice linez u got here mykali, i like.

ma unit is astronomical, im ahead of all y'all . .light years/
u think u fly [/i]hommie. .u just [i]full of light [i]air/
put u day dreamerz to sleep. .like the night's here/
u just a day rabbit. .u can tell that im the Knight here!/

shinin armour. .bright wit barz. .but i dont fight fair/
right here holy punch animates mic. .till it culd bite ear!/
go hard like i sight tight bosoms and a pair of nice rear/
im hip , u wanna hop on ma cork? . .its alrite dear/

after the romp session u can shed your fake tears/
clean it after i pen it. .i erase fears/
i run the night . .while y'all sittin in Daycare/
dbr. .call him Shaka or William. .d way he shakes peers/
brandishin sharp barz. .lyrically i shake spears/
all u wack Bottom, take care. . .fruity rapper stay clear. ./

but im avocado out of season. .im[i] peerless[/i]/
y'all got weak impressions. .that y u appear less/
yet they claim heir to the throne. .bald ni99az. .hairless/
my theory suffocates, u cant get Wind of it. .i air less/

wanted 24barz. .but i'ma do a pair less/
heart of stone. .nuthin tears me apart. .im tearless/
never burst under pressure . .im fly . .tireless/
i ball. .1 shot to your dome. . yekini. . i tear net!/ rahhhh!

oNe 

Thought yall cats were on strike or something. Lol. . Nice bars yall!!!

Ibime:

Its best to know/ They call me 'Okrika' when Im sexing ho's/
cos I make em 'bend down'. . . like they 'selecting clothes'!/
I blast you fakes/ pulling guns out of a plastic case/
write rhymes in small letters. . . cos I de-CAPITATE!!/
Ya @ss get scorched/ when I 'retire' from this rapping sport/
Y'all niggas gassed. . . so Ill be glad to 'pass the torch'/
I spray eight slugs/ Shotgun wedding. . . I show AK's love/
I cop weed from 'Ogun state'. . . it's a 'Gateway' drug!/
In football analogy/ my Mack 11 be/ popping enemies/
My sub-[/i]machine. . . turn injury time. . . to sudden death penalty!!/
The raps I present/ put yo @ss on the bench/
Y'all can't 'handle-bars'. . . unless it's [i]gymnastic events!/
I leave Poets impressed/ cos they know I'm the best/
My fans get tested periodically. . . for psycho-social effects!/
They can't handle the speech/ I cut ya legs off, put a sandal on each/
. . then sow em to ya spine . . . now you 'back on ya feet'!/
I'm a cannibal beast/ brandishing mandible teeth/
I roll with more dogs. . .than a Lazarus feast/

Love that!

Ibime:

Its best to know/ They call me 'Okrika' when Im sexing ho's/
cos I make em 'bend down'. . . like they 'selecting clothes'!/

I blast you fakes/ pulling guns out of a plastic case/
write rhymes in small letters. . . cos I de-CAPITATE!!/

In football analogy/ my Mack 11 be/ popping enemies/
My sub-[/i]machine. . . turn injury time. . . to sudden death penalty!!/
The raps I present/ put yo @ss on the bench/
Y'all can't 'handle-bars'. . . unless it's [i]gymnastic events!/

I leave Poets impressed/ cos they know I'm the best/
My fans get tested periodically. . . for psycho-social effects!/

They can't handle the speech/ I cut ya legs off, put a sandal on each/
. . then sow em to ya spine . . . now you 'back on ya feet'!/

wow bro . . .really good ones there.