Whoever we are Wherever we're from We shoulda noticed by now Our behavior is dumb And if our chances Expect to improve It's gonna take a lot more Than tryin' to remove The other race Or the other whatever From the face Of the planet altogether They call it THE EARTH Which is a dumb kinda name But they named it right 'Cause we behave the same... We are dumb all over Dumb all over, Yes we are Dumb all over, Near 'n far Dumb all over, Black 'n white People, we is not wrapped tight Nurds on the left Nurds on the right Religous fanatics On the air every night Sayin' the Bible Tells the story Makes the details Sound real gory 'Bout what to do If the geeks over there Don't believe in the book We got over here You can't run a race Without no feet 'N pretty soon There won't be no street For dummies to jog on Or doggies to dog on Religous fanatics Can make it be all gone (I mean it won't blow up 'N disappear It'll just look ugly For a thousand years...) You can't run a country By a book of religion Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgeon Of foolish rules Of ancient date Designed to make You all feel great While you fold, spindle And mutilate Those unbelievers From a neighboring state TO ARMS! TO ARMS! Hooray! That's great Two legs ain't bad Unless there's a crate They ship the parts To mama in For souvenirs: two ears (Get Down!) Not his, not hers, (but what the hey?) The Good Book says: ("It gotta be that way!") But their book says: "REVENGE THE CRUSADES... With whips 'n chains 'N hand grenades..." TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS? Have another and another Our God says: "There ain't no other!" Our God says "It's all okay!" Our God says "This is the way!" It says in the book: "Burn 'n destroy... 'N repent, 'n redeem 'N revenge, 'n deploy 'N rumble thee forth To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side 'Cause they don't go for what's in the book 'N that makes 'em BAD So verily we must choppeth them up And stompeth them down Or rent a nice French bomb To poof them out of existance While leaving their real estate just where we need it To use again For temples in which to praise OUR GOD ("Cause he can really take care of business!") And when his humble TV servant With humble white hair And humble glasses And a nice brown suit And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls Tells us our God says It's okay to do this stuff Then we gotta do it, 'Cause if we don't do it, We ain't gwine up to hebbin! (Depending on which book you're using at the time...Can't use theirs... it don't work ...it's all lies...Gotta use mine...) Ain't that right? That's what they say Every night... Every day... Hey, we can't really be dumb If we're just following God's Orders Hey, let's get serious... God knows what he's doin' He wrote this book here An' the book says: He made us all to be just like Him," so... If we're dumb... Then God is dumb... An' maybe even a little ugly on the side thank you FZ
Alright ya'll here's mine. Let's remember I'm in honors english and I'm Indian.......so take this and rate it but keep those things in mind. BTW this was a freestyle i thought it up in 2 minutes right after reading these. (To the beat of Dr.Dre - Bad Intentions-The Wash soundtrack) Super-UGGLYYY Just like walt will's game, it don't bring him much fame but it bring me much pain, use your brain Rudy T pull him out can't ya see? He's killin me softy with his shot, Killin me softly with his shot, wastin our whole clock with his shot, Killin us softly..... Well you get the idea, the names fr-double e-z-e but my mouth spit flames like a lighter, Flows so tight if it got any tighter i'd make Jay-Z retire and Tupac come back and crown me the lyrical master, lyrical king however you swing, however you like, i burn down peoples cribs when i recite, feel me on this one cuz if you don't then im'a make sure your girl feel it tonight...........however, whenever, wherever we meet, remember the name, the king of this game, fr-double e-ze so keep your mouth on lock or else ill snatch your voice out your box, just like Carson Daly on m-teeeee-veee people see me as an item of desire, and item of their dreams, i leave em restless at night, feelin freaky things, thats all i can say for now, til next time let me holla at ya in french........ciao (chaow). If that was any good rate me from 1 to 10. How did I get into this? I was on the basketball team, listen to rap music, liked it, hung out with my friends from the team, moved to Chicago, livin in the ghetto, and you know.....it sticks. I wanna be a pro someday and become the first indian rapper but I need a someone who can get me beats, because .right now im just jackin beats.
Yo G's, sup it's Dez, and I ain't be frontin' But my track's enough to get the ladies up in here jumpin' Sumptin' fo nuthin' Nuthin' fo sumptin' Comin' from sumptin' when you ain't got nuthin' But you still be bumpin' DC to H-Town roamin' up & down the streets Shake, my Sweet Lady you got all the suga sweets All the sweet beats reek when you scape on 50 a week But wit nuthin' else to do but seek th' rhymes Too many times I've read between the lines Can ya hear me sing sing When I'm sportin' my bling bling Can you say Yao Ming? (hehe) Hey, y'all. I'm done freestylin' for now. CSI's on.
these are all real good fellas but im lookin for a battle. We need rappy, hip hoppy style insults. Lets make it hot!
Hamster Hal went to town to get a coat thas fittin', the illest muthaf*cka in all iof Britain, take the gloves off when he hits tha ICEEE, mic check, hip check his skills is NICEEE, got the one two combo like my fella Rocky, the baddest prize fighter in the sport of hockey
I made mine up as I typed it. Only scrubs take time to make up there flows. The whole point of a flow is it is spontaneous and crazy.
nuts, since this thread seems to have died i declare meself the winner, yessss im the king of the world.
you have to always include the token part just like my friend does I believe it has become required of a rap song and thats the old-- 'pistol whip the b****' line... hey ninja if you want to come out with me and my friends this is the end of the night when we are drunk and we didnt pick up... like someone said no winner if you are typing.. whats funny is none of my friends and I have ever tried to put it to paper like this and when you do come we--- we will flow you outta the water.. cause its hotter...yeah back and lets not prolong.. i'd tear in to you boy .. cause its on like donkey kong.. what ??wait a second ... you neverheard of that game... the action doesnt fit?? I was playing it boy... when you was just a little sh*t..
yeah, no ****!! spontaneous and crazy you can't touch me, lazy cuz my rhymes are contagious outrageous from old to young, I rock the ages take your candy ass raps back to preschool fool here's a napkin wipe your mouth cuz your droolin yeah, I got your drink so don't blink broke ass busta needs to see a shrink cuz my style is so psychotic you can't stop this just try and comprehend my friend what I'm saying to you need a clue how to play this game its a shame read the instruction learn how to function then maybe you can understand its a master plan
This is sort of a weird thread, but I like it. Unfortunately, I am not going to be original, but any time I see or hear people rapping, I always think of this little diddy (excerpt): Went to her house To get her out of the pad Dumb ho said something That made me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid b!tch By her nappy-ass weave! Started talking **** Wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp And slapped the ho! Her father jumped up And started to shout So I threw a right-cross And knocked his ole ass out! That right there is a classic.
