Tell us how dope you are.
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Tell us how dope you are.
6 lines minimum.
im considered dope in the mind/
really there are true poets, and tha fact that they are hard to find//
im not ostentatious, im just like any other kat who's real/
im based on callin' out my own opinions, and showin' peoples what's tha deal//
i dont have to floss, or cop a vehicle with nice rims/
a prayer from the book of hyms, will settle the "ADVANCE to HIM"//
Im like the type to sit on the block and speak my mind freely/
and battle peeps for fun, cuz my style is RAW frequently//
........just being me, that's all that matters...........
im known ta pack gats, and strap maks, ta push at*tacks, at you wak cats//
i never flow for fun, i want cash and hoes or done, i make fags pled i blow for fun//
no open chance, ta beat my spoken plans, reach for life wit hopin hands//
im a kid so dope i been burnin like drugs/
my rhymes hold gats they self and open ya mug/
i roll wannabes up like im smokin a thug/
like lil boy toys i leave fags broke on the rug/
Mastering musical arts has been my blessin from the start
When ive reached my peak, ill b teachin lessons in parks
I encourage any of you to look for a flaw in sabotage
Y'all know i aint just ill, 4 the plauge im the cause
I embarass emcees, swallow'em whole like jaws
my verse got graphic imagery like drawin a collage
Y'all crazy, there aint no extinguishing me
y'all lazy, u dont know as much english as me
im tha illest and ull take u down the realest path
expose you to my heat, retreat from the blast
you cant enter this radious its strictly forbidden
i can make you a new person - ud change ur religion
make you follow others footsteps is the abilities i posess
along with agility and artillary im like a virus that infests
I am da AZIAN Mackdaddy
My ego is uplifting as I start to “increase”
I start having more mates than a chess piece
As the irish put it I have the lucky charm
Cause I get more booty than a prison farm
I can make even the shyest chicks holler and moan
They call me the weed because I’m “overgrown”
My rhymes "make em' say uh" like master P/
i spit so sick they name diseases after me//
faster be that blaster key that erase ya system/
i flow so perfect and rap with flawless rythm//
i make bitchs barf like chokin you twice/
flows so i hott i over threw christ//
dam im hott/ man yall nott//
I Admire Blu Mami, Cuz She Is The Only Non-lyer/
So This Diss/ Is To Dissmiss/ Willkill4money-sabotage-state Of Mind-and Bfire/ Cuz All Of Yall Is Typin Weak Shit/"i Wrote This Last Week" Shit/ I Heard Ya Song Willkill4money/ To Tell Ya Tha Truth, Me And My Niggas Thought It Was Funny/ State Of Mind, At First I Thought You Could Be Cavi/
I Didnt Even Read Ya Verse Once U Said U Was A Mac Daddy./ Sabotage Is Filled With Those Flows Thats Bootylicious/ Except That Girl, Yall Niggas Styles Is Dusty Like Antique Dishes./ If U Got A Problems, I Am Victorious In All Battles/ But I Will Warn U, My Lyrics Hit Niggas Like Paddles/ LAST BUT NOT FIRST, BFIRE./ DONT TRY TO FOOL THE WORLD THAT SHIT MEANS BON-FIRE./ I DONT EVEN TAKE U SERIOUS, YOUR NOT A LYRICIS/ YA STYLE SO WAK I CANT BELIEVE I EVEN PUT U IN THIS DISS/
Im so ill, cats call me the black death,
Taking millions of lives, with my sumbliminal lyrics,
Rippin fake cats, to their hysterics, No demerits,
Freestyle the illest shit possible, It's immpossible,
My old lyrics are so valuble there like fossil-fuel,
Treatin the commin emcee, like there an iraqy muel,
im sicker den a newborn baby from magic johnson
wen i spit u better be in caution
i aint no dentist but im steady flossin
if u got beef my black buddy can solve ya problem
note to self "FUCK ALL OF DEM"
Eynce fit wit Wheat tims wit he fold down brim
fitted hat wit the sixer emblem
flow just simply splended
I use serious lyrics to paint the clearest, shearest ima~ges
Kelly Rowlands real dilemma~is that my jizz is danglin' from her ears
I get distrubing impulses, like when ur girls flirtin wit me i get nauseous
then i feel like curbin' u til your shirts stained with spagetthi sauces
I'll never hide, I survive, and refuse to wither and die
don't reply, cuz u'll get merked, i'm not one u wanna jerk
I roll in shit, and never take baths, cause I'm sicker than R.Kelly's private stash of photographs/I got four knuckles and a fuck-u-finger, so fuck straps and gats
With style so pimp, that I would'nt give 1 slut, 1 buck, for a dicksuck/
I gotta' straight punch, but I eat lunch widdan' uppercut/
Crip walkin' through Afghanistan, with a batter-ram,with a Bush maskon, lookin' for the taliban/Minimize a rival's lifespan, Oh, shit see ya'll later I got a C.A.T scan
I merk dawgs quick like premature jerks, when im going beserk Im above this earth,
Floating as im high, I sting like killer bee's, I take other MC's and beat em with eeze.
Creating, inovating confusion in your soul, i'll bend you like beckham cuz im in control.
I can lip sink while I drink consuming blue ink, I spit out my scriptures before I have chance to think.
Im no average MC I'll cap cats like mike myers, lift ya hat back and suspend you without wires.
Im changing careers cuz im the boss of the past, they call me unbreakable im no Mr Glass.
Im bad to the bone, spittin strait from my dome,
I will leave you speechless, not even a whisper or moan,
Cos my flow is hot two ways, its the same who says,
Hittin you hard leavin you wit nutin but bad pains,
I switch lanes, still keep runnin the show,
My lyrics is too fast like a car sittin low.
my rhymes are so fine that rappers who read this gets insomnia
I'm so fucking dope that they ran out of coke in columbia
too little dopeness that emcees are feeling hopeless
I wrote this like that but these cats cannot cope this
I blow this cypher up like a motherfucker johnny depp
my namesake went far but he ain't even close to my repp
I'm real fuckin dope cuz none of the shit I spit on heres fuckin wrote
take some fuckin notes, try to learn how to flow like this, but then again you couldn't find my style if u had a ten fuckin glow sticks
its on the road called sick, u cant find it on a map, in an attempt to find-it, ya'll start whine-in, yellin' "i dunno where its at."
This is all fact, the only thing that is fiction is that i'm a flyweight and the worse member of the redemption.
wait theres some-thin i forgot to mention, look out for me if u gotta title, cuz u better be dam right i will rip that shit from posesition.
Treach ps th name beatin these kids,
Before they feel pain, Puttin wack emcees to shame,
Keyin legendary verses, doper than legendary curses,
Ur worthless, Ur styles never quotable,
I made a town, and i called it dopevile...........rolmao
Ur styles random, straight run of the mill
rolmao
yo they call me the zimmerman and i dont do the simmerman
i got cash money and hoes
see i rode the benz and you know i get blow
even if it was your gurl
my ryhmes got books
and you know i never let a niggga off the hook
fuck, shyt you know since i was 6
got money clodd up and i aint even rich
the lyrical giant is, da nick-name
Dont talk shit, so imma little in-sane
Play a little ball, n dat pay for my range
Hit a couple broads, keep me wise for my age
Never back down, when a nigga calling bluff
Treat him like a dutchy, smoke him down to da dust
Only care for niggas, when dey buried unda the earth
Put dey mommaz on da streets, n take dem outta da chruch
Evil in da mind, n strong in da wit
jay a motivator, Neva envy's a bitch
Looking for a battle anybody up for it gimme ya hardest hit
im doper then you
not a liar cuz its true
fuck with me, hell no
get burried 6 below
all you suck, just fuck
im better so suck my nuts!
I spit like a pro and slaughter my competion
with punches so hard they need a physition.
Leave them broken and cold lying dead on the floor
when ive not even started, still they're begging for more.
If you thing your dope, then just look my way
Althought I may be a newbie, im now here to stay.
Why am i so ill, i ask that question regulary
I'm just so dope, it's got ya'll scared of me
Used to be a herb, i had zero respect
but when i dropped, ya didn't except
for me to be so fuckin amazing
i'm just so hot, i'll always be blazing
im ill, i tell ya....iller than an oil spill
leavin minds crazed.................
..................& empty with no skill
i came to this site ready to fuckin win
mind set to kill from ma own 'with in'
so look now at ma record, if its shown
glown record with more wins for thrown
keeping an aight record of popularity
but soon to sky rocket with mad fury
imma inna hurry for more wins under ma belt
leavin a welt on every victims record, thats felt
I don't give a fuck if you dope/I still say you suck,no hope/'coz i kno i'm better like watever/with flow tougher than leather,harder than a berreta/Why should i praise myself,you can do that for me,/I used to shoot shells but da court blew that for me/
i wouldn't care if the kats are fiendin on me/
i do me, if it's heated up ill drop a grenade on em quickly//
the term "ill" and "dope" is for the youngin's/
im aka like Pam Grier in Foxy Brown, with conflicts i take part-in//
i settle my own wars i dont need nobody to back me up/
and some verses i spit, i dont really have to cuss//
im that ill enough/
the "Three R's" is all said and done//
yo im the greatest
the most hatest
but know one can scare me
cause im the one who is scary
so bring it on pussy
im to tough be push by a wussy
I'm so fly, like a pie to a fat guy
but i'm always so high, cos I pack that bong
pass the blunt to cheech, pass the spliff to chong
if i was sick, dead and ill, i'd still be for real
cos i'd still sink 'em like shaqa o'neal
slam punks through the rim, watch my grin
fucking wit me is like a hanging on to a piece of string
fucking tight-rope, contrast with ya throat
no need to squeeze, cos my rhymes will make you choke
like russian roulette will end you being broke
self glorfiying my self i feel so bad
for all you other people who cant rap
cause im the best best there was
when you go up against me and lose yull rust
cause thats just how i am
and always well be and have been
Am I ill? the question remains...But there's no use second guessin' the name
Too Fly all my methods are plane, Ven's a teacher Grading papers, F'n the game
And who'd be stupid to beef, I'm 45 hits of crack chump, your loosing your teeth
The chief brutal with speech, and if it's that time of the month, my tool is in heat
I'm tired of talk and the babble, half hearted in battles, lose then it's off to go tattle
so i don't waste my time, i stay home and sale your girl meat like auctioning cattle
I'm the illest white boy wit a mic, dont get it twisted
in fact if u blink u might miss it
cuz at the end of the night the grip on my drinks will be tight
and i'm always double fisted
they say these drinks put your mind as ease and make u think
and say whats really on ur mind
well captain mo said your a hoe and i havent heard from my corona and lime
i wont lie im decent for bein white son
im not great but not bad for my record bein 1-1
i flow truely when i spit this poetic shit
too hott for radio cuz they would fuckin edit this
skittles flow with true motha fuckin variety
you fuckin with a true menace to society
wow im the best doesnt that make you mad
im the greatest rapper yeah im bad ass
cant fuck with me im the greatest
i can make you almost finish your verse but you couldnt take this
dont mess with me that would be stupid :nono:
fuck with me i wont care who i start shootin
Im nowhere near perfect, but Im doing my best.
Mergin my verses with words, like the ones that tatt on my chest..
KAMATAYAN means to the death I spit..
And when I battle I rise once again, this final fucken breath- I get it.
I'll split ya script and your whole clique, but always know Im loyal..
I'll follow those who know what they doing and not toil
with this game I respect.
I just flow, and syse with it.. IF we battle, Ima fight and slice yurr ass to the death..
Im out for respect, and though I know it'll take long..
All I got here is time, my pen, and my poems, SO fuck anybody who denies me passage to being a vet...
Youre thinking Im done, But I havent even started yet....
Considering i just took dope ill consider my self pretty dam dope
but nigga im so well known round my area they call me the pope
i spit dope lyrics as easy as it is to smoke it
fuck when i drop its so good all niggas say its prewrit
im definatly rb's best mcee
dam nigga im so good they should give me an emee
Im Lyrically gifted dam look at all the coments i get they never negative
they always possitive and complementry
YOu niggas watch out ill be the one to watch this centry
2pac was the best now let him rest
Fuck It My lyrics as tite as Lottos vest(8 mile)
I'm sick lyricaly infested with bile
Contageous ill text in a vile
It's so hard to take my style
Because I'll fuck a bitch while shes dropping a pile
but after awhile
Self glorifacation gets old an floats down the nile
yall don't believe I hustle well who cares
I might be in jail freestyling prayers
Got warrants and now the police seen my house
All because my bag man opened his mouth
Now I gotta go handle my bizz
I promise jail is a place that I can't live
Jesus why am I such an ignorant fool?
I got in trouble and I stayed in school
Listen kids getting knocked ain't cool
Now is when family is most important
When you about to go to jail don't ignore this
Hi, hello, my name is Macca
And yes your right
I don’t look like no rapper,
I aint black and I don’t dress dapper
Aint got no bling but I do mess with slappers
Just got a lyrical flow to show
The world might not be ready to know
So sit back and let me rap
And let my rhymes put your brain into a spaz attack
I aint got no crew to watch my back
No groupies, no fans, no idolising pack
So I stand lonely on centre stage
Let the stares burn through my hair to give me the rage
That I need to perform,
Watch you well up
As I drop bomb after bomb
I aint gonna let it go,
gonna keep on hammering till you cry like a hoe
who aint be paid
been fuked so hard
bleeding like you ate razor blades
you aint got shit!
Nothing to come back at me with
Thinking of lyrics from other rappers
Steeling the lines from the original dappers
Trying to remember how it went with NWA
But you cant do it
So what you gonna say?
Fuk all
Coz that’s all you got
Fuk all
As your mind starts to rot
You aint got a thing on this mudda-fuker ya hear me!
So don’t step up,
Fuk it! Don’t come near me!
Look
I’m just an ordinary dude,
I aint trying to be rude
But you fukers have had more shots
Than a middle-eastern feud.
And now its my time
I got the light of lime
So you better listen up
Coz you might learn from this rhyme
lol, im laughin at you china imitations, nerds who will never get laid
but me on the other hand...just look at me......im american made!
im tired of you faggots, im so hot you'll need 3 times your oven mits
im not a whiney bitch, I dont cry over cost...I dont throw counter-fits!
your like a fuckin poor bitch workin at 7/11...your always gettin stole
not even the grinch could touch me, even with is 39 and a half foot pole!
Tired of cats who post meaningless crap, Im reading your raps.
THe same dudes who start shit, and now Im beating you back,
I aint afraid to tell it how it is, cos most of these dudes,
Are all talk, false testamonials, hiding the newb,
Riding the Crew, repping the name, they posts are hot..
Without noone knowing these dude just ghostflowed, and dropped.
I aint the type to waste time, or abuse ability..
Not the type to paste rhymes then lose all credibility
So ima stay how Iam, as these dudes get wacker..
Go back to the streets of Oz and Check my legendary status.
im so dope, mary-jane is my lady
burin up the spot so hard im torchin hades
make the women sweat and swoon when i enter the room
cuz i sweep them off there feat like a 12 foot broom
they all want me from when the hit peu-ber-ty till 50
cuz im the master of ladies, i please them swiftly
i ryhme tighter than j.los jeans
most claim about a record deal but aint got the means
to have my skills would be there dreams