Yeah it's kinda a stupid idea but it'll be fun. Here's mine. Its me and that boy Delphi, Aint got no beefs so God please help me, just play the cards that God dealt me, hoping to God that the law dont jailed me. Kickin it live to the 3 to the six, gettin my kicks from that Kzra mix, all ladies we dont deal with d!cks, rhyme so ill we make you sick. Flow like a butterfly buzz like a bee, getcha blue eyed black when you come up to me, be butterfly floatin like the levitation, no need to hate, no confrontation, getcha ass chewed up like mastication. Delphi and myself we aint jockin **** up, muthafockin Alcatraz cuz we lockin **** up, me and your girly get alone i'll be knockin **** up, ****, when these fellas in the house we'll be rockin **** up. I'm Kzra by the way. Delphi is my partner David. Well im out, dunny
I was JUST about to post the same thing... Good thing I hit refresh, so I wouldn't duplicate this thread.
its like hip hop, like the rhyming battles...i thought SOME of yall would know what i was talkin about. Ok its like this...being the mature dude that i am my buddy david and i decided to make a super production duo a la The Neptunes. My ill ass handle is Kzra, his is Delphi. i got fruity loops and ive been makin some pretty decent tracks, and now im all into hip hop battling and stuff. SO the point of all this is...SOME OF YALL SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT. its not too hard.
ok umm... stop collaborate and listen ice is back with my brand new invention something grabs a hold of me tightly i flow like a hawk daily and nightly.... deadly when i play a dope melody anything less than the best is a felony do i win *apologies to any vanilla fans if i missed a word or two (and i know those aren't back to back lines either)
To the tune of Nas' Got Yourself A Gun.... It's... tha... B-L, tha A to tha S-T About to get it wrecked on cc.net With this freaky-freaky flow And you freaky-freaky h!es know There's no-mo' controlling me There is no stopping me Battle rhymes, designed to snap yo head back Don't even talk smack Jack You know yo **** is wick-wick wack I WILL ATTACK, then bomb like a Deception I'll chase you if you run Recognize I'm number one ...sorry, but I ran out of steam there! Boy, that was FUN!
OK, this is stupid, but it was kinda fun... All y'all step back and chill to my tracks It's the phase of Hayes to amaze and daze In a staccato blaze I raze All competition Leavin' you wishin, Filled with suspicion That you can never win my war of attrition. Its a maze how I turn a phrase, so Don't be messin' with my ladies or I'll play you like spades. And so you're on notice, who legitimized me Its the Street, suckah, the one with Big E. (I kinda feel like Dr. Suess)
Flowin? Lol, I have been listening to flows all year at school, and somehow its always original. I guess ill do one just for fun. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm My name is Drew yo, I got the flow, oh, gettin down so low on yo hoe, you dont even know how low I go, comin down that street, packin that heat, take a seat, you cant compete, with this beat. Ima comin through, your a roodypoo, makin yo mom moo, sportin the j Crew, lookin brand new, and when Im threw , I just throw the two(deuce), and get out like I flew. done.....hmmm I think that was pretty good for a whiteboy. yo.
Welcome to the crib da Jamma, but don't bring that sh*t or I'll slamm ya, cause this is my house, and no stone cold pimp gonna bang my mouse change, don't drop no dime, cause this ain't no ordinary rhyme, It's Jamma that's puttin together this show, And that aint no thing, no, no, That aint no thing, for no ordinary change. When you're in my house, you put mo' money away, this is about the sho, that Jamma's gonna bring yo, ho, I aint no pimp for your hip hop sh*t, this is my house, And Jamma gonna bang his own damn mouse.
DrewP aint got no street, he's claimin he's got caucasian beat, But he aint no thing' it's all a dream, pipe, cause when I work his street, his sh*t looks weak I'm gettin out da' broom, to clean you ho's out, cause the lip of Ninja X is nothing but bad sex, He's got no chime, and yo yo, Hayestreet think he's got some meat, but he's so raw, and he's so green it aint 'no thing, nothin but a chicken wing, cha' ching.
Ok, a appreciate the concept. this is a good thread. I have even heard/seen these kinds of contests. it is amazing what people can come up with. HOWEVER. this is not free style. YOU ARE TYPING!! how long did it take you to make those rymes, how many times did you already say them around your boys. how many times have they told you something was wack, so you changed it. how many of these rymes were thought of by one of your boys, or a recording artist and you just used them, or re aranged them in the shows ive seen signifigant parts od their flow was rehearsed. any time a rapper raps about his name and calls it free styling is stupid. he has had is name hios whole damn Life. i know every possible word that rymes with my name and i dont do this sort of thing. so if you really want to impress us heat up frooty loops (a music program like hammerhead and other older ones) put your audio on , and i will give you respect. otherwise, if you give me rymes that amount to a story about a hamster that comes from London who works at a bar and loves to play hockey. if you can do that well you will at least make me laugh. i dont think any has ever rapped about hockey or hamsters for that matter. Impress me cary on fellas. its still an interesting thread. peace
I appreciate yall love, dont appreciate yall who hate me, yall sorry bois still livin life in the eighties, checkin bunk shows like who's the boss, yall aint hold **** to ninja sauce. Hold what you say? maybe a candle, like my man Ill Mooch i got the ill handle, i spit truth and game, sure i aint got ill ride, but like Francis my game is Franchise. I got improper grammer, and improper diction, but my rhyme so ill you might think they fiction, have to look up half the words in Webster's Diction...oops, i forgot to say ary, almost messed up but aint thats scary, apologize, im running outta lyrics but its true, mad love to all my bois in the Clutch city crew. thanks BlastOff!
by the way all of you guys' rhymes are pretty sweet. but here's one for my boy phislammajamma ha phislamma dont want none of Kz, cuz he dont wanna start drama* dont want the piece to his, Kzra shoot to kill naw fellas i don't miss, got kobetwo's mad yellow like the yellow piss. i been keepin it live since Magic Jo', and considering i was born in eighty fo', how am i only seventeen with such liquid flow, i'll clean ya honey's pipes out like i was called Drano. So what? come up with a repartee, i been makin ill beats since ninety tree, chargin by the second naw my skill aint free, busted legs broken nose is my late fee. *pronounce the "a" in this word as in "sam" so it rhymes with slamma BTW dudes this is all in good fun, its all love so dont start beef with me or each other, its not a good thing..
I'm so sick of this **** bling this, ice that 20's here, chops there Escalades and Hater-ade What the ****, Y'all aint livin my life hip hop is outta touch with me I could give a **** what you got come down my street and you'll be flowin bout what you had shut the **** up cause that's how i feel
