Can someone please spit a good rap rhyme for me?!
Question: Can someone please spit a good rap rhyme for me!?
I need a decent rhymed rap!. Anyone talented out there PLEASE send me something!. my boys and I r making a rap, and i forgot that we're recording in a few days!. thanks cuzzo'sWww@Enter-QA@Com
Answers:
ay yo
fresh from out the gray matter comes a flow that rattle some
fans of the little man who kiss hes dad with tongues
im am not the one for bumping gums or dumping guns
trouble dont want none, i make it tuck tail and run
son a lot of cats, my raps is hotter than the sun
at the core, nothing more than raw sh!t for you crumbs
thumbing through ya cds trying to see who could fcuk wit me
mix tape mcs i make bleed like red cross in the industry
and i dont care whos reading, taking whats not rightfully yours
steal my bars like fort knox security guards walked off
i know my spittens, mack mitten, hear it all in the bark
raw dog, running up with more teeth than in jaws
my crew is ill, about four times sicker than yours
my heart glow like robert downeys before the suit got worn
trying to derail me will only get you torn
in two pieces like your bottom half was like fcuk it, im doneWww@Enter-QA@Com
fresh from out the gray matter comes a flow that rattle some
fans of the little man who kiss hes dad with tongues
im am not the one for bumping gums or dumping guns
trouble dont want none, i make it tuck tail and run
son a lot of cats, my raps is hotter than the sun
at the core, nothing more than raw sh!t for you crumbs
thumbing through ya cds trying to see who could fcuk wit me
mix tape mcs i make bleed like red cross in the industry
and i dont care whos reading, taking whats not rightfully yours
steal my bars like fort knox security guards walked off
i know my spittens, mack mitten, hear it all in the bark
raw dog, running up with more teeth than in jaws
my crew is ill, about four times sicker than yours
my heart glow like robert downeys before the suit got worn
trying to derail me will only get you torn
in two pieces like your bottom half was like fcuk it, im doneWww@Enter-QA@Com
with a name like "dipset", and stating the fact that you cannot rhyme, but you are about to record, you are a DISGRACE to rap, and your friends!. You don't even belong in any type of studio!. Go back to listening to your Lil weezy woo woo mixtapes, and don't forget to keep sagging your Levi's, sporting that XXXXL white mini-skirt t-shirt, and that new era hat that's 4 sizes to big for your already giganticly sized head!. You are a joke!.
Thanks, "cuzzo"!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Thanks, "cuzzo"!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Why would you steal rhymes!?
But-
I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here I'll make em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait
X2
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
X2
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money
X2
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A lethal poison pon dey system
X2
No one on the corner had swag like us
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas
X2
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money
X2
Some some some o dem I murder
Some a some I let go
This is MIA
A third world democracy
I got more records than the KGB
So no funny businessWww@Enter-QA@Com
But-
I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here I'll make em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait
X2
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
X2
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money
X2
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A lethal poison pon dey system
X2
No one on the corner had swag like us
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas
X2
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money
X2
Some some some o dem I murder
Some a some I let go
This is MIA
A third world democracy
I got more records than the KGB
So no funny businessWww@Enter-QA@Com
We got bazookas naught bubble gum
rappers be like son you done
And they want to snatch the crown from my cubicle
But they futile, a missile will dull their nubs
I eat rappers like Thai noodles
Put a lil sauce on em and lick up through (CHEH)
We flat iron ya, with the musket mush
Pusha pushed, but i smoke seeds and cushy cushWww@Enter-QA@Com
rappers be like son you done
And they want to snatch the crown from my cubicle
But they futile, a missile will dull their nubs
I eat rappers like Thai noodles
Put a lil sauce on em and lick up through (CHEH)
We flat iron ya, with the musket mush
Pusha pushed, but i smoke seeds and cushy cushWww@Enter-QA@Com
You are not a very good rapper are you!? Give me an hour and I could come up with 16 bars I could record, and you cant do that in a few days!. Go back to reading Dr!. Seues!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Your boys should be disappointed in you for coming to Y!A to get someone to "spit" you a decent rhyme!.!.!.and just so you know!.!.!.in order to spit!.!.!.you have to use your mouth!.!.!.not pounding on the keyboard!.!.!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
make your own if your recording a song!.!.!.!.!. stop asking others to do it for you and get to it! get off yahoo and start writingWww@Enter-QA@Com
I'm walkin' down the STREET!
I'm listnin' to the BEAT!
There's bro's I like to MEET!
An ho's that are so SWEET!!!
yo yo
word
peace out ya'llWww@Enter-QA@Com
I'm listnin' to the BEAT!
There's bro's I like to MEET!
An ho's that are so SWEET!!!
yo yo
word
peace out ya'llWww@Enter-QA@Com
Sorry, i dont ghostwrite!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
think about whats going on in your life!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
yo yo sup sup I'm bored yup yup!. help me save me please entertain me!.
Its true lolWww@Enter-QA@Com
Its true lolWww@Enter-QA@Com
I dont write rhymes, i write checksWww@Enter-QA@Com
Create your own rhymes
it takes time
but atleast you wont sound wack
askin for them online
lol
idkWww@Enter-QA@Com
it takes time
but atleast you wont sound wack
askin for them online
lol
idkWww@Enter-QA@Com
lolWww@Enter-QA@Com
You're now tuned into the mothafucking greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off *****
I got you, yeah
If you feeling like a pimp *****, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
****** is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to you all, proud to be locked by the force
Trying to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, ***!.ga griping my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming
All the ballers is bouncing they like the way I be leaning
All the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the "Top of the Pops"
***!.ga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back ***!.ga 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover
Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test you
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealing
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chilling
with a boss ***** of course S!.C!. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, ****** scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive ***** ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammies
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me!?
You're now tuned into the mothafucking greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper aliveWww@Enter-QA@Com
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off *****
I got you, yeah
If you feeling like a pimp *****, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
****** is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to you all, proud to be locked by the force
Trying to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, ***!.ga griping my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming
All the ballers is bouncing they like the way I be leaning
All the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the "Top of the Pops"
***!.ga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back ***!.ga 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover
Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test you
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealing
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chilling
with a boss ***** of course S!.C!. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, ****** scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive ***** ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammies
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me!?
You're now tuned into the mothafucking greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper aliveWww@Enter-QA@Com