WRITE TO THIS BEAT! *tired of this bein empty* keystyle?!?

[VSOP]

and please dont move this----ill do this shit with the beats weekly if you want, so we can have SOMETHIN happenin in this room

provide a beat and let people ride with it?!? everyone down?!

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

*headphones on*

eyes on the prize

design in the mind

blueprint every corner

and destiny is the fingertip

on the objective

my squad is code name heaven sent

back to the melody

i'm losing focus verbally

mentally i'm ripping hairs off scrotum

gray in the odd places

so long since i been in high places

try facing the recession and you bare witness

the fitness of fellows not eating and flipping digits

trying to get the accounts taken care of

chaos and no solution

i'm plotting on the mental institution

of my fellow comrades lost minds gone bad

madmen grown sad over the fuckery

let em loose and run wild on whose left in the bush embassy

enemies witness the real to the p

whipping up a pot of good ol fashion remedy

to cure the common focus of poetry

cocky like my other alter ego

finger banging fat stocky flabby chalk voiced nappy headed hoes

meanwhile emailing footage to my fellow foes

hoes exposed by the rosary beads

the poet in me and god can't separate my anxiety

to commit adultery along with sacrificial religious insanity

vanity road i'm walking on the mirrors all on me

shining bright over the beat for the fellow

of the dude that works with the devil on another level

Illuminati paparazzi quick to pop me

its only prophecy no haterade just simple visionaries

that occuring to stay focus on the prize

through my eyes i see a different disguise

back to the system where i froze up

losing my mind impatiently waiting for the world to blow up

scabies scratches sicko marks and sickle cell stabbing vocal cords

i'm lost in my ways...today i'm a become a slave to the new generation

wear tight jeans, 80's tees, to the melody of waka flocka

sorry for my fellow 80's babies that past away to see this

last time living on earth bumping dmx and loxing it

loving swizz beats before the snare got played out

record labels drop raw shit nothing thats laid out

over 808s and keys with the whiny pitch

no need to bitch its over with

poor some yoo hoo over the gravesites you are going to be missed

and piss to those that kill radical rebellious spirits

what you can't kill is what you can embrace

by the grace of god and the 12 men of wisdom

the 7th day and the sabbath

the old and new testament

i'm real to the p standing with a sickle

foot on the corpse of a fellow tea bagger

with a smirk that'll cut through the dagger

begging bastards to come after thee

and bring many to be apart of the feast

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

*i'm sorry i got some leftovers on my mind...so much shit i gotta get off my chest*



215 can you hear me

through the belly of the 912

i'm doing fine and living life like its mine

can't wait to go back to you

kiss of the juicy lips of your maim

got me going insane

trees are not my thing

or the sounds of crickets

miss the distance of cars bumping beans and them

its a sin to miss you all of the sudden

nowadays its not where you from but its where you pick up your mail

i could go for papi hooking up the meal

cheese steak chopping, pickles, cheese wiz, salt, pepper, and the whole effector

lesson earn to not mess with another lady

a lesson earn over the lady with the sex on the beach cologne

got me going crazy

thick to fat proportion with red color weaves

toes done facial expressions like ehh nigga you not interesting

broke ass and can't pay even if you got cash

on another trip here i go to the place i label 1st time residence

meanwhile 2nd place to reside with

and collide with plates of pure cooking

southern cuisine and thick wife to do the pushing

duck dodging sloppy laffy taffy daffy duck nasty trashy ass girls

5 kids and stereotypical bids

trees and driveways

by ways and highways

why isn't that dog on the lease

why is that dude walking like he's in the east

headphones and psp on repeat

with a beat made by your's truly....

 

[GSonII]

why don't you cats just go to dopetracks.com and actually rap over beats and just keep it to your little click if you interesting rapping

 

[VSOP]

P! yo you had a few good quotes in there but you had me readin twice when you said "mentally Im ripping hair off scrotums" lol wtf homie lol

good piece-I was hopin this beat would get people goin

*headphones on*

eyes on the prize

design in the mind

blueprint every corner

and destiny is the fingertip

on the objective

my squad is code name heaven sent

back to the melody

i'm losing focus verbally

mentally i'm ripping hairs off scrotum

gray in the odd places

so long since i been in high places

try facing the recession and you bare witness

the fitness of fellows not eating and flipping digits

trying to get the accounts taken care of

chaos and no solution

i'm plotting on the mental institution

of my fellow comrades lost minds gone bad

madmen grown sad over the fuckery

let em loose and run wild on whose left in the bush embassy

enemies witness the real to the p

whipping up a pot of good ol fashion remedy

to cure the common focus of poetry

cocky like my other alter ego

finger banging fat stocky flabby chalk voiced nappy headed hoes

meanwhile emailing footage to my fellow foes

hoes exposed by the rosary beads

the poet in me and god can't separate my anxiety

to commit adultery along with sacrificial religious insanity

vanity road i'm walking on the mirrors all on me

shining bright over the beat for the fellow

of the dude that works with the devil on another level

Illuminati paparazzi quick to pop me

its only prophecy no haterade just simple visionaries

that occuring to stay focus on the prize

through my eyes i see a different disguise

back to the system where i froze up

losing my mind impatiently waiting for the world to blow up

scabies scratches sicko marks and sickle cell stabbing vocal cords

i'm lost in my ways...today i'm a become a slave to the new generation

wear tight jeans, 80's tees, to the melody of waka flocka

sorry for my fellow 80's babies that past away to see this

last time living on earth bumping dmx and loxing it

loving swizz beats before the snare got played out

record labels drop raw shit nothing thats laid out

over 808s and keys with the whiny pitch

no need to bitch its over with

poor some yoo hoo over the gravesites you are going to be missed

and piss to those that kill radical rebellious spirits

what you can't kill is what you can embrace

by the grace of god and the 12 men of wisdom

the 7th day and the sabbath

the old and new testament

i'm real to the p standing with a sickle

foot on the corpse of a fellow tea bagger

with a smirk that'll cut through the dagger

begging bastards to come after thee

and bring many to be apart of the feast

 

[VSOP]

why don't you cats just go to dopetracks.com and actually rap over beats and just keep it to your little click if you interesting rapping

cuz I dont flow-I can write to a beat but no flows-spoken word maybe but the way I write, i cant stay to the rhythm of a beat-my words are white with no rhythm lol

 

[ThaChozenWun]

Who dat who dat, its me nigga take a camera flick

Im too hot pot holders couldnt handle this

I aint fakin either

Im burnin up, turn it up

Nigga Im on fire like Im satans heathen

Hate the breathin, but livin to the max

sold my soul to the devil and he'll never give it back

So im forever in this trap, in hot weather I relax

Naw im playin lil nigga im much cleverer than that

But Mr. Rain Man promise chedder by the stacks

So im still overshadowin whoever ride the tracks

Relapse, back on the shit that I started with

Illuminati the very last bitch that I departed with

I aint never been a part of it, nigga I lit spark in it

fed flames to the fuel, Me and the Devil delt a partnership

So I honor it

My contract is in the final hour

Im sittin high so high up in the primal power

That when I die my coffins outlined in dollars

My mind is a greater place

play the race, and I pace til the racin break

Sight for sore eyes if the face can take

Mask on, clap on and erase the day

If you dont understand niggas need to stay awake

Or stay away you aint dreamin in my state of play

My thoughts deeper than the Ocean

Stay movin, my mind sleepin in the motions

No, I will not quit

Sub concious, sleepin on my concious

Nonsense, I take souls fluid smooth no embalming

Grim reaper on the microphone

Set in stone no clone can achieve it holmes

Its the kid but for the crib im'a need it grown

Ima plant the money long til my seeds are gone

Supersonic flow, even the waves get the speakers blown

Its friday night, highlights til the weekend gone

Peace

 

[VSOP]

Who dat who dat, its me nigga take a camera flick

Im too hot pot holders couldnt handle this

I aint fakin either

Im burnin up, turn it up

Nigga Im on fire like Im satans heathen

Hate the breathin, but livin to the max

sold my soul to the devil and he'll never give it back

So im forever in this trap, in hot weather I relax

Naw im playin lil nigga im much cleverer than that

But Mr. Rain Man promise chedder by the stacks

So im still overshadowin whoever ride the tracks

Relapse, back on the shit that I started with

Illuminati the very last bitch that I departed with

I aint never been a part of it, nigga I lit spark in it

fed flames to the fuel, Me and the Devil delt a partnership

So I honor it

My contract is in the final hour

Im sittin high so high up in the primal power

That when I die my coffins outlined in dollars

My mind is a greater place

play the race, and I pace til the racin break

Sight for sore eyes if the face can take

Mask on, clap on and erase the day

If you dont understand niggas need to stay awake

Or stay away you aint dreamin in my state of play

My thoughts deeper than the Ocean

Stay movin, my mind sleepin in the motions

No, I will not quit

Sub concious, sleepin on my concious

Nonsense, I take souls fluid smooth no embalming

Grim reaper on the microphone

Set in stone no clone can achieve it holmes

Its the kid but for the crib im'a need it grown

Ima plant the money long til my seeds are gone

Supersonic flow, even the waves get the speakers blown

Its friday night, highlights til the weekend gone

Peace

nice homie--got me grabbin the instrumental and throwin that bitch on repeat again-diggin that 2nd verse..now I gotta outdo it lol

 

[ThaChozenWun]

The best one winnin

take shots no shotgun engine

ridin shotgun is like 10 different woman

Im in it, records blaze spinnin, straight fire ball spittin

I ball my way other niggas ball different

We not the same your pager cant page me

straight vegan how I eat the beats daily

Go buy yourself gold chains, I buy plasma cause im to hot

you dudes not ready for the new god, ew god

Wait up, hater, back on that heavy tip

Every chick bet he with, black or that becky shit

this tracks straight sexyness,

your highness

fall back the spots behind where mines is

Im flyin yall barely fairy floatin

dreamin, must of bumped of your head like Gary Coleman

very open, say it like I own it

stay up in the moment,

game too easy straight layups when im on it

Chozen, god blessed when Its spoken

No folkin, if so you niggas do too much smokin

Leader of the pack yall middle like the yolk is

straight focused, laser beam mind frame

different level, yall praise the teams that I blame

Quit braggin talkin business, niggas aint in my lane

Investments, yall invested in nine chains

I got houses, shops, and a job to

Your mouth stops runnin where the blocks do

You gotta run to the roadblocks that I walk through

So talk dude, I run the city like Barrack do

Im not you, not dude, not either nigga

I do me, yes me Im ether nigga

Talkin greasy like a city slicker

these cats is full of shit call em kitty litter

Mc critizing, label me the dope type

After this J. Cole gone ask for the ghost write

I dont even rap and a nigga got the most hype

I live for now so right now let me toast life

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

Too lazy to drop a beat

so i just go in for a few

while the beat is going through

my ears from buds

the drugs I yearn for to keep my sanity sober

is lone gone

no pussy to dive in and wife is sleeping

repeating same steps of failing repentance

its like marriage is a death sentence

with no forgiveness

bare witness to the fitness of putting my all

into a keystyle stroking the bar one by one

sitting prop up like a dean

typing words so obscene

tired and tried to get my focus

but the sleep is draining me

sustaining me from dropping something deep

daydreams of nightfall wishes

women coming in to bare witness

the truth behind real's madness

the proud owner of the poetic tongue

going up and down middle regions and places

unseen to the female eye

why o why must i be like that

the irresistible nasty cat

chasing women with dog effects

flexing my flabby pecs in the mirror

failing to see the mirror is joking with my eyes

sagging like old man tendencies

chubby face and lack of energy

watching bet feeling like huey free...man

nothing the fuck on and tired of black folks

tired of every region being ball less freaks

trying to preach and teach

western philosophy...the American goal

fucking money up while obama becomes a steak on a pole

ideas and thoughts trained to the sick deprived red

while my blue dick is resting in need for independent head

easy on the sides of democracy and hypocrisy

stroke the genius that is real to the p

sorry for the nasty remedies folks i'm tired

and broke

a joke making beats on beaterator provided by timberland

while real nigs dropping epics on mpcs and keyboard notes

silly bastard I...feeling sorry for my....self infliction gun wound

need of sleep like hole in head but can't shake the midnight movie flicks

the porn, the thoughts, and some convo for a bit

wrong in so many ways...my side of the bed cold chilling

sides of my eyes bold concealing

the channel changes are redundant like old chili

bored fucking rhyme.....good night

 

[VSOP]

The best one winnin

take shots no shotgun engine

ridin shotgun is like 10 different woman

Im in it, records blaze spinnin, straight fire ball spittin

I ball my way other niggas ball different

We not the same your pager cant page me

straight vegan how I eat the beats daily

Go buy yourself gold chains, I buy plasma cause im to hot

you dudes not ready for the new god, ew god

Wait up, hater, back on that heavy tip

Every chick bet he with, black or that becky shit

this tracks straight sexyness,

your highness

fall back the spots behind where mines is

Im flyin yall barely fairy floatin

dreamin, must of bumped of your head like Gary Coleman

very open, say it like I own it

stay up in the moment,

game too easy straight layups when im on it

Chozen, god blessed when Its spoken

No folkin, if so you niggas do too much smokin

Leader of the pack yall middle like the yolk is

straight focused, laser beam mind frame

different level, yall praise the teams that I blame

Quit braggin talkin business, niggas aint in my lane

Investments, yall invested in nine chains

I got houses, shops, and a job to

Your mouth stops runnin where the blocks do

You gotta run to the roadblocks that I walk through

So talk dude, I run the city like Barrack do

Im not you, not dude, not either nigga

I do me, yes me Im ether nigga

Talkin greasy like a city slicker

these cats is full of shit call em kitty litter

Mc critizing, label me the dope type

After this J. Cole gone ask for the ghost write

I dont even rap and a nigga got the most hype

I live for now so right now let me toast life

ROFL @ your kitty litter line lol good read-you killed it with those last 5 lines

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

[video=youtube;JqJ78WHNwJU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqJ78WHNwJU[/video]

religious dick speaking tongue for the strokage

nympho sick nasty prevented laying skeet on temples

lesson learn and earn to yearn for the simple

pound to pound sweat and tears

the lust in me is in thee blood

been a flirt since the days of doug funnie

chasing patty mayo

looking at young jawns legs and thick thighs

high off of vic secret's and peep this

sniffing teen residue

finger fucking the best vaggies since 2002

funny style simping niggas chasing a picture with a wolf persona

meanwhile i'm bowing giving woman verbal business

whipping out the lasso past the tassel to the followers

that chase my descriptions of tweeting twats

menace to bedrooms...the Allegheny cunt snatcher

mugshot mean mugging hip hop junkie generation fag flunky

tight pants laughing at baggy jean o.g.

shaking my head at whippersnappers and young ins

that swear they the truth because they getting a number or two

i reinvented the sly smart guy recruitment

never ever bow out or bow down to visual failure

reach for the stars and keep in my agenda resembling good behavior

lol just a whatever keystyle

 

[Legend24]

Don't know if there was a specific format or topic but I dropped a couple lines on the Cole beat...

Back with a flow solid as the rock you lean on,

You depend on me for a boost like you was drivin a neon

Jump startin the game, puttin this track on the map

Cause when you whack, you couldn't hold half my crap

Like an overflowed toilet, I took this beat and I soiled it,

Shit on the mic with disregard like Ike and them fifty broads

Been out for a while, but I been inspired to come and wreck this

Goin half-assed on this flow like the Lakers facin the Celtics

It's like an apocolypse when I spit,

Like a trick gargling on my tip

You pitchin into the 9th without a hit

Better bet I'ma break you when I let a line rip

When I put pen to paper I make miracles happen

It ain't rappin, it's what I like to call lyrical magic

I drop a flow and the masses get a little estatic

I leave a mark where I drop that's akin to Titanic's.

All right flow two, time to freshin it up,

Like MJ in his prime, I'm goin to the cup

Spittin hard like the bass on the beat

Takin over the game like Kobe when he's facin defeat

Feelin it in my veins like blood runnin through

No tellin what I'ma do when I start sippin on a few

Flow is unpredictable, swagger untouchable

Comin at you hard, I'm like Lewis when I rush at you

You don't wanna test with this,

I'm gonna have to contact your next of kin

Cause I'ma send you for a swim like you was an illegal mexican

Don't get mixed feelings homes

Just spittin what comes to the dome

Givin you a beatin as if I left you home alone

Death on a beat, you'll find peace in defeat

You'll never know power til you walk the streets in my feet

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

Spiritually draining i'm enduring
another night of mental exploring
to the point where i can't ignore
the simple things that i adore
the life that's lavish and scent of allure
the pure sounds of success beats like pounds
of everlasting drum tapping
rhythm twirling like virgin like flapping
tap dancing with destiny while fate just arrested me
stress i beg upon in the precinct
trying to live life decent but recently
i'm really not in the mood to be all that i can be
army ceremonies of dedication and excellence
yet i'm sloppy Golmer Pile
surprised my hopes don't go along the nile
literally my spirit is walking the green mile
on the road to redemption
i mention gods name and hear the sound of giggling
appealing to a modern day atheist
typing my life away blogging with no repentance
silly and losing it without a bit of forgiveness
for my actions that my foes around me are bound to witness

pray for me

 

[VSOP]

trumpets and trombones are my soundtrack when I enter the room

every step is deep like bass,

unlace the Ree's and feel the boom

John Blaze before Pun did it

hottest flames, I am liquid

illmatic and I am sickening

pill addict that likes Guinesses also

been away for a while like shyne po

now I'm back with palsy flow

I talk slow, I walk slow

I am Dro

hear it in my chopped up southern drawl

Hootie Hoo is still my blocks southern call

dog

when you thinkin bout breakfast

I'm thinking bout lunch

its the same thing cuz at 2 pm I'm eatin Captain Crunch

jus woke up

got blunted

forgot somethin

remembered..then forgot it again

I was supposed to do somethin besides hustle today

now what was it?

I entered this smoked filled room

lookin like D'angelo just shot his 1st video

opened the tomb

which is my shoebox of dutches and crippy smoke

give me hope

instead

it gave me dope

my thoughts inject every letter in my poems

I fold them in to paper airplanes

knowledge is addiction

so I throw to them who can't see me through these words

I am the one?

no I'm not

wait...Uno Reverse