is it me or does jduck sound like eminem,

niggaz flowin for ranks Bleep it i flow too till to b ranked
now u can say dats cocky cos my rhymes gotta compliment my stacks in d bank
dats bullshit,

yo let me drop,
we came from d underground lawanson to b precise in d dumbster
eva since i was a youngsta shitta blockin smokin mixed up weed wit papers
kanako from monaco d street tot me only two thangs protect ur fam n make paper
its only rite u make haters dey propel u to ur shine n dats my mind state
im a surulere kid of d 80's buillt by d 90's,

sure i added u mine is realkid999@yahoo.com, dont understand d line u put in ur mail is dat an underscore

im gud bruv been in d kitchen wit my dawg cookin d beats u kno plus school, wats gud bruv?? holla

hey yo check it out its ur boy on myspace, www.myspace.com/real999

i set my mind to it i try to get it done no matter d circumstances
heavy artillery n fatigues leavin no traces so i finish now aint no second chances
take in wateva enhances my ability n keep my mind pure from unwanted tots
beef im done wit it its wasted energy so i focus on d truth n how to keep my rhymes hot
if my time toc i tic wit it tryna make somethin real wit it cos i feel ur pain
starrin outta my window is d lane where ours souls get chained wit vain
brothers n sisters get trapped for life tryna make it to heaven takin a shorter lane
n wen d robbers came dey left ur jewels n robbd u off ur soul so wats d gain
haunted by pain i cant even cry no mo' cos i lost my tears to difficult times
i stretch my hands cos its all i got let me in n accept my words to fill ur minds
sometimes i go blind n leave my sight to my mind cos d writins on d wall is a sign
feel it without reachin cos we in sync only for d pure spirit n beautiful minds,

its no wonder we wanna live in our dreams wen reality is true lie
d gud die n im still holdin unto wateva is left its so hard to say gudbye
we v been hommies since buggle boys n jim jim kickin it d hood style
shaggin honnies y it gotta b my boy john i knew him he was a gud guy
real stand up kid fitin thru every last breath i told him go brace d nu life
now im stuck in dis hood high tryna figure out my next move if i shuld die
culdnt watch him suffer from d mental scar so i just prayd jah bless him wit peace
its hard knowin u fitin both physical n spiritual battles in dis world till u deceased
stuck in d belly of d beast seein my boy go down wit cancer makes me wanna give up d sticks
give up d licar give up dis yellow brother isht cos i watchd my brother die culdnt do nothin
n birds still talkin bout hits on dogs dey neva been in d shoes of someone who lost somethin
been in d shoes of a mom who lost her only son to d illness of her meal ticket
her tears rips my heart out knowin we was warned bout dem cancer sticks but we still took it,

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d rap facist rhymes too hot i scorch d devil in hell, na dats bullisht,

bring me bak,

yo! yo!! yo!!!

i xhale smokes from mi lungs dat form cloud storms
style low key like faded notes u aint isht but loud son
im a true student of life how can u label me d foul one
droppd it ill since d genesis wit no reason to doubt none
im bout effects like causes my adversary end up bein corpses
flows too hot even sun can testify d boy lyrically scorches
neone who lites d torch of beef mix it wit d rizzla n smoke d riff
d reason u wack niggaz grieve put err one in dey place so u best blive
im d street u was warnd not to play in d corner u scarred to hang in
im bangin like cube in 92 bring me bak in time like bandanas hangin
represent wat we stand for,


RHYTHMICALLY APPLIED POETRY A.K.A RAP, SPIT SENSE!!!!!

word i started kickin it in here cos of d luv for rap heads like me
showd my skillz raw took it to war wit d R still aint none like me
kept it scorchin hot niggaz sayin dey hot but dey dont burn like me
even if dey stay switchin like lite switches dey still dont keep it on like me
unlike me most of dis cats up in dis thread still tryna get a clue of wat hip hop is
cats rappin witout rhymes multiple wackness from multiple i.ds n u say hip hop lives
its dead my nigga n yll killed it wit no order mockin d originality wit blasphemy
i brought it true laid d trend down n shaz tried to tutor y'll on lyrical alchemy
but yll stuck on wackness like dirt on earth tryna destroy every nu thread made
grown cats cursin like gals got me wonderin if rap don turn to a circus or stage
im tryna get paid n yll clownin on d net like yll gettin paid off it but d truth u niggaz is weak
scared to beef i suggest u take it out like a man n call a nigga out if u got somethin to speak
where d Bleep v y'll been if u so battle hungry y dont u take it out to d street n gain credibility
not enimity on d net punk! it aint beef wen u aint ready to battle isht is hysterical n lame
fcukin kiddin me yll gotta b more desperate than the housewives on westeria lane
dat lil nigga talkin foul u bout to pay by chokin hard on ur words d next time u say my name,

@makavele
dats some nas bitin cmon dawg we rap heads in dis thread,

lyrically im like anthrax to d MAIL i leave d MAC(malc) DEAD
someone beta tell dis cat dis aint AMERICAN IDOL im too corrosive for lite RAP HEADS
xplosive like JAR HEAD on d mic wen i WRAP(rap) cats i bury like MUMMY
even if d mail was SPALDIN he aint got d BALLZ to make it thru d loop of dis TOURNIE
prayin for a missed match probably whinnin y he got paired wit d mind
too late to decline wen u meet d wrath of ganja its ur fate dats defined
spit words dat SLICE cats like KIMBO malc neva bled no one xcept his period blud he shed(pussy!!!)
he d type of fella dat wants a HOLIDAY in war but i Bleep JAY n put dis broad to BED
lyrical euthanasia im givin ya i get rid of whack netcees like bad habbits
look dawg ur style is gabbage wit more knock offs dan d chinese market
my lyrics re like crack to rap addicts spit d gud isht rap fiends gotta blast it
look BOY im BAD as BIG on d mic dont need hype to SHINE my flows r classic
lyrically drastic dis cat so whack even if he was an open show i bet a seat he barely sold
d mail gotta b kiddin me thinkin he darth vader in d star wars episode
hommie dis is star warz d rap thread Bleep d jedi we red eye up in dis murder bleeper
word to brid hope u got a circus thread for clowns like dis sucker,

im d mood link of your inspiration i guide u wit bars
way beyond d imagination of ur success far above d stars
mo dan a dream to ur mental vision im d future in present existence
stevies picture of d world u neva xperienced d 'brid named me d sixth sense
im d truth!! an instrument of d most high jah knows i stay real foreva street
so long as i breath only two words u neva hear bout me "ganja quit"

while oritz was singin africa is d best place
dem a schemin ways of war to increase d death rate
im sick got me feelin like im stuck in a death race
my whole life gotta b a game like im stuck in a damn maze
in a sec bullets flyn finna duckin dem strays gotta stay alert its no joke
time tickin n it aint my friend cos my bills comin in plus im so broke
my girl leavin my ass cos rhymes dont buy her make ups n clothes
im tryna make it up to life but its too dark i hope i make it past dis road
situation got me shell shock cant drown in dis storm gotta outlast dis foes
double every cents to 50 till my buck get old Bleep im still young i can trash dis hoes

confirmed,

cool dawg hope d amount of bars for diss shuld b specified before every starts,

@shaz dope

@ hashybaybee bless blood,

Yo u can find me in d hood like a compulsive drug habbit
find me cos im up to no good like every bad isht i gotta have it
injectin rhymes in my system find me in every hood corner mind of an addict
still runnin thru junks wen d shots go off livin d life of a bandit
i leave d mic tragic im sick wit d flows neva fake wat i rap about
y'll cats rhymes is full of stunts john woo flicks is wat y'll rap about
turn vegetables wen d gat is out dats p#$$y on a whole nu level u cats is lobbers
sayin u hate my style nigga pls u hug my d!ck titer dan my rubbers,

Dis how this one goes u come in n drop somethin ill to b remembered, its ur signature,

chillin in mi class mi teacher talkin bout patriotism to me n my young friends
mi a stuff mi ears wit mi ear plugs fela bumpin like teacher dont teach me nonsense
its been everythin but change for d better still we loosin more lives in d middle belt
i only kno fiends no government officials i can tell d hardship in d country aint even felt
cos dey dont come thru my neighbourhood so dey shocks dont get bad wen dey drive
givin phoney speeches bout phoney plans of change dey roll in tints blinded to our strive

like d old sayin goes d only thang constant in lyfe is change
if i woke @ 48 wit no dreams n food on d table amma blow my brains
damn it my country is 48 im a hungry artist n no lable shuld i blow my brains
nah i still celebrate cos life is hope tho we smilin n laughin livin in pains
our fathers must b proud to see we stayin afloats tryna make a difference
situation is harsh in d system wit empty promises from d gov d things we witness
but i still bring dat old fela tape out n smoke wit my hommies knowin its an ARMY ARRANGEMENT
so no matter wat i dont get as sorry as femi kuti still wishin y'll HAPPY INDEPENCE,

Hey yo im still hungry thirst dried up blood in my eyes im a joke it aint funny
i seen dem lil boiz pullin up in nu whips talkin yahoo paid i need dat money
d streets is up to no gud i don heard dat all my life i dont need dat mummy
need no sermons i gave my confessions carry an xtra for protection i aint no dummy
my brain gotta get rite wen i feed my tummy so i stay focused till my duffle rise
muggin all day if i cant break d iceberg den its fo sure i got d heat to melt d ice
it aint a thing its goin down either ways n somebody is gettin paid tonite fo real
xtractin d connects stay bombin till i get a reply sure nuff to make a true deal
dats d spirit but d cops wanna cramp i aint cashed no check yet dey buggin
wanna make a record outta lil thangs im grown i dont do lil thangs im big ballin
still muggin wit a military mind cold heart for war my movement is life or death
survivin aint a chance to sleep stay workin till i cant work cos im short of breath
aint gettin short of bread xcept i get shot for dead hommie dont sweat my techniq
i was born were niggaz dont buy talk cos talk is cheap dey listen if ur tech speaks
checks big den we gots somethin to talk bout hommie cos money is todays comfort
cant buy happiness but keep u cozy sleepin on kingsize bed wit bitches takin cumshots,

@brid i gotcha nuff props,

@shaz bless sis,

@head-hoe-sho(edosio) get a manliness n stop bitchin,

its affirmative sometimes silence is d sickest punchline home boi crude said
u cats shulda listened to him but u asked for it now ur whole crew is dead
we dont bury wackness its foul we get rid of d body a bunch of vulture rappers i fed
d year 1987 revolutionary like d 26th of july movement welcome y'll to a new thread
el che i run dis by conquest cos to opposition im a killa wit d cam i neva run(ron)
but run u cat down cos im d mc(DMC) u dont mess wit my style im lethal son
trap niggaz wit mo bars dan d pen i spot dey weakness on my pussy radar
i play boy but no like y'll playboys u niggaz is bunnies quick to give a pussy favor
dick tasterz real nigga haterz schemn n plottin my fall but im a bluck buster
real dogs luv me my bitches luv me cos i keep it real front on me u kno i finna bust ya,

bless dawg its all luv,

@crude it just lyrics n me

droppin some mornin luv out word to my hommies on d corner
still rockin dat band of luv for dem boiz dat left d hood in d corona
steamin heat from d burna purple goin down mi lungs tryna recite my prayers
hopin dese doors aint d last time i walk thru it i leave a mark shuld i fail ya
niggaz get forgotten like d smoke dey inhale but i stay wit d memories like time
errday is a hussle only rest i b gettin is death till its over i gotta keep my money on my mind
mind on my money rhymes in check so my lines bring d check cos my fam gotta eat
gotta stay sick d doc prescribe d beat i flow ill like an epidemic dats nu to d street
aint nu to dis isht my respect is mandatory keep it comin real aint nothin phoney
but dis cats in halle berry suits tryna pull rabit outta hats to make quick money
come rainy,come sunny we hold d waters down rugged sailin jackin ur weak ass
my brodaz soul anchor me i pop niggaz like soda cans steady muggin on u retards
similar to osama i bomb first  before u get a chance i bomb again till dere aint none left
say my name i pop up d mirror im in ur mind like ur thoughts before u kno i done crept
d soul torment hazardous to ur sugar hill clan i stomp on ants i aint nothin lovely
like thorns to ur flesh im horror to ur dreams ill wit d mic so just gotta luv me

life gotta b a fcukin ocean because i keep hittin storms
growin up in d gutter made miseries a part of d norm
trying to break free bounded in this garment of vanity
immorality seems to b d very part of me i get in touch wit
now im stuck wit my whole nightmare,reality n my fear
partially im rite here but d rest of me is wonderin to meet charon
this life i lead of drug tales n cop chase fcukin hoes my mind is like a loaded canon
finna blow im muggin all day strugglin to get a good piece of d pie
moms like boy keep your mind str8 proceed through loyalty your limit is d sky
only thang above ya is d heavens i kno but im way deep wit d brethrens
in a min u die  if u caught sleepin i stay tickn like d clock because morrow brings karma
errday we sow so today i do what we gotta do because no matter amma meet wit d drama
i sleep wit d hammer n stay flamable so we both burn if u got plans to lite
only thang i ask from u lord is to give i d strenght n d chance to fite
because no matter i kno it keeps comin xpecially when hope is overboard
but today while im still breathin amma live like d champ till its over lord,

Yo even if i was broke as bola i wont pay for bj
Bleep it aint isht can get me real pussy anytime anyday
dis cat scared to come str8 so he bringin a ho(whole) crew of i.ds
on some agent smith isht i bury all y'll like neo cos im d 1 wit 1 i.d
dosio lyrical bitch i Bleep her into coma get her personality in check
aint here to battle im cleanin d mess wen i come thru anchor on d deck
burna wen i step still droppin dat real isht somethin for y'll to relate wit
still sick on d mic wen i flow lil broad is all joke like def jam comedy show