I breathed life into this section...

[hiphophova]

the chill comes,hip hop is over and dead, i killed him,outfield him,he won't be comin back, he's not australian,far from aboriginal ,pale in comparison like vitiligo,cliche down to the syllable,got tooken apart at the level of isotopes,attack the clones with saber microphones
thought he was hova,more like sacario thats why he got charbroiled,before he hits the dirt he all soiled,press the button on his life alert
do to smooth maneuvering he won't bounce back or boomerang,try to bite and lose a fang or lose a spring,make it difficult to do your thang,thought he was soon to reign,but whos the king?choose a name so i can start tutoring

one two,
we aint on what the desolate ones do,
we come through with the noise, we aint scared of dem boys
let the sirens ring, we cover e'thing
wit the scuba divers find the corpse when we win
game finito, bout that papaya extract from puerto rico, the game thang,
we let the 9 milli metre, torch kings /
even if you aint man enough to claim it
i'll say it, 2 glock gats to laminate it
my aim is, I.C champ battle record famous,
couldnt even switch to some cartoon chat
but i'd rather your face on that milk carton fast, you carlton banks,
im big willie style got fresh prince stacks
so put that shit on mute bruh,
i distribute them keys like computers /
the hard nigga from favella villas,
you dont gonna like me
i put a japan flag on your white tee,
bitch please, take heed i got v8 mercedes
from baked keys

 

[RiGGA]

...and I've wasted my whole life up until now

tryna figure out why we so proud

and how foul it was, held down

but.... still we rise

the lies implanted planned to hypnotize

minds but mine is tryin to design an escape

for heavens sake wait would they relate

to the hate thrown upon us

made to break thoughts like a sentence wit a comma

blade to they heart put a chink up in they armour

Sinked in heat, never admit defeat on em

So fuck it then we goin in

suck it when she yawnin

and that was random but..

just checkin if ya listening

cuz kids is only interested in spit that

shits on lyrics it's for simpletons

on Ritalin wit tendencies to scream adlibs repeatedly..

Excuse me, I'm weeded g..lol

 

[hiphophova]

...and I've wasted my whole life up until now
tryna figure out why we so proud
and how foul it was, held down
but.... still we rise
the lies implanted planned to hypnotize
minds but mine is tryin to design an escape
for heavens sake wait would they relate
to the hate thrown upon us
made to break thoughts like a sentence wit a comma
blade to they heart put a chink up in they armour
Sinked in heat, never admit defeat on em
So fuck it then we goin in
suck it when she yawnin
and that was random but..
just checkin if ya listening
cuz kids is only interested in spit that
shits on lyrics it's for simpletons
on Ritalin wit tendencies to scream adlibs repeatedly..
Excuse me, I'm weeded g..lol

I was listening, and was like dude went too far violating a lady like that but i see.

Still I'm number i spit movies, oscar caterogies / while your side line rhyme, stories that end chapters for me / i wont turn, rather give my gat some burn, lesson learned, HHH breathe blessed till urns/

 

[RiGGA]

jumbo flow, sick steeze, mixed breed like gumbo
unload lyrical clips in ya midst, i bust loads
left right and centre on dimes and mud ducks
got the game fucked up, spinnin heavy like num chucks

we need another cipher

I'll kick it, use this thump yo

[video=youtube;Lv1aiM4HzUs]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv1aiM4HzUs&feature=related[/video]

Canuck say we need a cipher
so fuck it I'ma try her
No liar when I say I'm on fire
Higher than the blunt when it's lit
Sire to these chump little kids
who desire how I handle my biz
It's nothin to Rig
no frontin if you wantin to live
you muffin or somethin
I come in ya crib
u know what it is
stuff it in ya lover
comin from dick
she never get from lame niggas
train bitches no arithmetic
I do this shit
turn ya boo into a nudist
faster than she blew this dick
you knew I'm sick like venereal
I'm scarin' you.. stylin' wit lines
all on ya burial
more rhymes in time
than decibels up in ya stereo

 

[G.R.I.P. Money $$$]

i got u pap me and my mans pushin' to have a mixtape by the end of the year, I'ma show you aint none of my shit as bad as "Gametime" lol!

Nah but on the real I respect your attempts at hooks though, I NEVER write 'em..

I mean I used to fuck with CS2 pretty heavy (yeah I know old school right) but if you can make a dope ass cover I'll let u hook that up for me sure.

as for the topic, let us drop it

wanna talk bout hoes, clothes,

or the hammer when you cock it

Boxin, or clockin' blocks when rocks in

the pots n the pans understand man we them mobstas

Shrimp and lobstas, fake men impostas its lots a those

red dot spot ya then we bust wit Calico's

100 rounds from brows down to ya nose

now lets switch up the flow and talk anatomy

hit his sweet-heart, call it casualty

he mad at me jumped like cars wont start

the mark is dead battery

ay gametime>>>this thread tho

 

[RiGGA]

word b u got a tinychat room or sum shit b i wanna let u hear sum shit off my mixtape, lemme know watchu think nahmean

 

[RiGGA]

louder than a thousand decibels when i'm up in spot
i don't give a fuck if you hot
i've come for the top
and i ain't leavin till i've captured it
like a kodak camera snappin flicks of a nasty bitch
i'm hazardous, consider this a rhymin lesson
i'm a bioweapon built for war, behind flourescent
lights you look bright but rappin is my profession
try to step in and you'll get knocked down... nine eleven

nine eleven...take the first number and subtract it by two,
thats how I run with the gats and the tools
Packs and sacks for the crews
wit the knack for the white dust
and like such, I sell 'em thrax for they jewels
Nose food for the fools, call it candy cane
Pro tools spittin views, the game glad he came
Second-person flow yo I master thangs
the gat'll bang brains if I maintain the same
way I rain pain on these John n Janes
Doe, in case y'aint know
oh you did, shit...bueno
back to the same old
road here we go as I chop, chop, chop
and then chop some mo'
Niggas couldn't follow if I had a trail of bread
and dropped the dough

 

[hiphophova]

aha, word its on then, james bond for funds,
grave stone embelem how you wit them,
when there ends split to no ends, BM out the car show
puddle in a sharks bowl,
throw darts illuminate your best ace, wit SK's 38s n duck tape
you get the picture,
over moonlit rivers,
we provide bomb style, self-confessed side line story
plus your boss bore me, the catergoy, gone with the wind story,
straight jackets and oil sheik tax brackets
couldnt hack it, in the bricks i charge nigga for the jacks /
buck 50 if you ask, pay only way, till museliem light grey
find my feet stay, turkish leathers, berretas, n scarface drunk letters /
we milk chedda, the team built knelt together,
rhymes build like piaza towers slight tilt,
high eyes and no questions why,
diamond geezers, idi amin your team pack freezers, slayings with friskars
sleeping with box cutters,
catch the wrist where blood split its diamond like what mr.frosty felt /
obnoxious we dont throw punches,
we poetic, peep the show, arsenal like the army know
verbal barrage, 30 antiques in the garage, charge niggas to breathe and see, hope is me
dope in nylons, shipped in supermarket wheels

 

[thedesolateone]

one two,

we aint on what the desolate ones do,

we come through with the noise, we aint scared of dem boys

let the sirens ring, we cover e'thing

wit the scuba divers find the corpse when we win

game finito, bout that papaya extract from puerto rico, the game thang,

we let the 9 milli metre, torch kings /

even if you aint man enough to claim it

i'll say it, 2 glock gats to laminate it

my aim is, I.C champ battle record famous,

couldnt even switch to some cartoon chat

but i'd rather your face on that milk carton fast, you carlton banks,

im big willie style got fresh prince stacks

so put that shit on mute bruh,

i distribute them keys like computers /

the hard nigga from favella villas,

you dont gonna like me

i put a japan flag on your white tee,

bitch please, take heed i got v8 mercedes

from baked keys

to be cont...

 

[RiGGA]

lmao .......

 

[RiGGA]

EDIT: I wrote something I'm scared to share, y'all niggaz finna bite lmao!

 

[hiphophova]

ain't no such thing as half way crooks

no closed books, head of class,
stacks racked, you know me
cos when it comes to cash, we never pass, (kobe)
high class mic from sony,
jewels like obe wan kanobi
you phoney, plus ask ya homey bet he owe me
for not leaving yall roley poley,
nuts hang for hoes,
we bank doe, spit fire, (papa shango)
since the days of dookie chains and kangols
hiphops archangel, Im very fly
a-h-h bad guy

 

[RiGGA]

u wack as shit lololol

 

[thedesolateone]

hova gets the cold shoulder and splashed with cold soda

testin me is like eaten ebola

have em screaming like ri-cola

get broken down like before weeds rolled up

ya can't fuck with a line if you was sniffing coke up

my words extract your premolars

ya half way crook though ya half way cooked

ya still get ate -primitive:no fork, knife ,nor plate

 

[bobmahn]

Poison d nyt, make yu niqqas see dead dreamz/ I spit venom, shout out to ma black lipz/ punch α beef, dis niqqa must ϐ α dead meat/ d general d boss my flow is α bandit/ ya'll dick cap suckers, imma sell yu crunch-linez on credit

 

[raprite]

Awesome lyrics on here, check this out:“Where did it all go wrong”

Its tough when you’re on top, then you start your drop

Imperfections, dirty spots, big cracks in the rock, find out

You’re no longer the man on the block

Cold slap in the face, don’t look so shocked

We had it all, we had it cod locked

Look at us now, what the hell’s going on

Somebody please tell me where the fuck’d we go wrong

Behaviors contagious, no matter how outrageous

Like hating with rage, making slaves for your trade

Putting weed smokers in cages, fucking rich getting ageless

Aint there anyone out there to gauge this

Aint there anyone there that can step up to the plate

And save us

Fuck I can’t tell you how bad that I hate this

Someone please tell me what the fuck’s going on

Someone please tell me where the fuck’d we go wrong

Chorus

Don’t make any sense

We had it good for so long

Somebody please tell me what’s going on

Faith in a Nation that once was strong

Somebody please tell me where it all went wrong

Just a few years back, seemed we were on track

Eastern Europe had began to crack, then just like that

The Berlin wall came crashing down

Commies seemed to be coming around

Peace it seemed was the new kid in town

Well we can’t have that, a small scale attack

Then just like that, we’re back on track

Fuck that peace, we’ll find a new home in the Middle East

New place for fun for the fucking guns and the bombs

Find a new place for our troops to call home

Where homesick boys can write home to their Moms

Won’t matter to much if they lose their legs and their arms

Plenty more where they come from back home on the farm

Can anyone please tell me what’s going on

Somebody please, where the fuck’d we go wrong

Greed has its needs and it feeds and it feeds

Fulfills its hunger off of you and off me

Give me fucking amnesty from this Goddamn

Beast or I swear by God you’ll see someone bleed

We’ve had it, who planted this fucking seed

Somebody tell me what the hell’s going on

Somebody tell me where the fuck we went wrong

Chorus

Seems this shit just gets worse and worse and worse

Drive this whole administration to work in a hearse

They grab your dick and they jerk and they jerk

Circle of fucking jerks gone berserk

Sit behind their desks and they lurk and they lurk

Want your fucking pants your shoes and your shirt

Want you to lose what they know you deserve

Want you to choose what you know they don’t deserve

Would someone tell me what the hell’s going on

Can somebody tell me where the fuck we went wrong

You don’t pass goal, you fucking go to jail

Unless your part of this big business cartel

Can’t borrow from a friend cause he’s just like you

Government won’t take a fuckin IOU

It’ Hooray for me and fuck you too

Dumb ass should have went to business school

Today’s for me and tomorrow is too

Guess I’ll just wish you the best of luck fool

Lucks all you get and you’ll need it too

Cause it’s my job to fuck you and fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you and fuck you, fuck you and fuck you

Fuck you

RapRite 2012

 

[RiGGA]

I come through, and flex off iron like a bench press // shots in his chest make the block distressed / ya shit's less, I'm a dollar bitch you centsless, I get sick, flip shit, you feel the fitness, and when ya mama come ima run and kill the witness and under garments target piranhas to eat her fish clit

 

[LUClEN]

Rigga ain't shit and she ain't sayin nothin

a hundred motha fuckas can't tell me nothin

i beez in the trap be beez in the trap

 

[thedesolateone]

like a spider my saliva contains silk fibers your checkmated fore you realize it

for thoughts stolen I chop off heads and build totems to lost poems

I'm not a starving artist

I'm a starving orthodontist that'll torch a modern to escape these hellish horrors

in dark waters full of creepy crawlers left many slaughtered they try to follow us and trace us thru our dollars Nosferatu may drain blood from walruses don't talk shit my ears aren't a toilet

your seeing a being that acts

beyond reason

no amount of emceeing is reachin my zenith

I eject a full grown fetus from my penis

since the Cambrian been a champion

meaning youll get burnt like a cheating man peeing

 

[thedesolateone]

catskills-like training

no bobby 'the brain' heenan

soft like a stamens go figure all his friends are gaymen

hip hop hove in the cross-hairs for easy aimin

you fly? get shot out the sky like clay pigeons

if you got paid for wack bars youve made millions