hey everyone,
i give a sentece and next one must make a new rhyme of it…
then next, and next, and s.o.
here´s my quote:
here im standing, nothing to loose
~:azn:
…better back up and back off, you jack-off, or else
you might pull a cheddar bob- crap, you sureshot yourself
If you persist with that ish, you might just die today,
When I proceed to melt your ego like an igloo in a microwave
get some glasses, reread what i wrote, so you can clearly see
i never mentioned jewelry; only that hip hop is very dear to me
ive established a rapping tyranny - so its easy to make fun of yah
Challengers get blown up like the space shuttle Columbia
im rollin’ hella fatties - you puff-up on a skinny jay
what kind of dumb-f*ck name is Tuknuk, anyway??
your inability to kick original lyrics says it all
your the real reason that Trojan makes condoms in extra small
i betchya fall off, you’re lost, and the only real sure shot is,
any chick you attempt to hit on, will get turned off quick.
i’m not sorry for pickin on you - even though i know you are very slow
My Ron Jeremy Flow makes your wack raps the laughing stock of Ontario
so carry yo’ simplistic rhyme schemes to another thread,
and leave me to catch up on my sleep - in your mothers bed.
Ooooohhhhh!! Dissed. hahaha…
Majeye loves to pull that 12 year old skirt up
Dissin on tuknuks when he is just a fck up
U pull out the strap…on n hit the young chicks
You shoulda checked and realized their lil dcks
Rollin down your ghetto block in my tinted truck
Im wit ur chicken head in my truck makin her cluck
You say you can flow so come on hoe lets go
The words you own aren’t homegrown we know
Rippin off sesame street while circle jerkin to elmo
You aint ever gonna be battlin on my level oh hell no
I hold the mic right when ur busy readin an instruction mag
Now go Clean off your tears with your boyfriends dirty c*m rag
Majeye can get some of this, but he’s played out like Canibus
Now Dan get delerious and says some **** that he thinks is serious
but you aint going to do nothing but make me furious
rip you apart and have your friends bounce to this.
They say talk about things you know, so you bring up a hoe
then you talk about circle jerkin’ to tickle me elmo,
listen up you little homo, drivin a pick-up tryin’ to be hetero
think talking about your tinted windows makes you macho
but wake up dead and no need to guess who shot you
Tried Gangsta, ended up a wangsta - yah I got you.
Tuknuk’s up in here, in your heart strikin’ fear
so do your best to stear clear - get out my way dear
I got more ways than fester to make your body disapear
talk about me again, it better start with the word "mister"
or you family is going to be like “you know, I sure do miss HER!”
Little punk *****, your prolly a snitch, without a penny to pinch
piss me off and end up like the guys from that movie deliverence.
So heed my warning if you want to see tomorrow morning
reading your rhymes is starting to get boring,
you hear that noise? Yah, that’s me snoring.
LMAO That was tight **** Sureshot, **** owned us all the **** up!!!
Your lucky I’m in a good mood and won’t ban your *** for making fun of me! 
They say talk about things you know, so you bring up a hoe
then you talk about circle jerkin’ to tickle me elmo,
listen up you little homo, drivin a pick-up tryin’ to be hetero
think talking about your tinted windows makes you macho
but wake up dead and no need to guess who shot you
Tried Gangsta, ended up a wangsta - yah I got you.
Best ever!!!
*Originally posted by telekinesis *
**LMAO That was tight **** Sureshot, **** owned us all the **** up!!!
Your lucky I’m in a good mood and won’t ban your *** for making fun of me!
Best ever!!! **
Seriously man. I am still trying to think of a comeback.
*[SIZE=1]ahhh…screw it. I’ll just bust out the machette and lop off his nutsack[/SIZE] *
You be dissin but you know a clear flow is what your missin
Ill leave ya there eye twitchin lookin at my words wishin
That you didnt open your mouth and kept on your knees kissin
You aint hard, stick to being catholic and dont miss your mission
(gotta get back to work, be back later)
You ruin a ryhme, I pinch my dime
Load a phat sack, It’s rippin time
Your blood thickens each and every ryhme i rip a flow
Ill eat up your kids before their bones have time to grow
From the stomach to the brain I don’t complain
At the end I floss my teeth with the main vein
You call me sick, but Im the one livin off your life
You starve without the meat just grab a knife
Rip open the skin, its time to begin, its dinner time
Your pulse just went from jagged to a straight line
telekenesis - lost in beta without focus
snap your brittle bones, cuz you’ve got osteo-perosis
theres no stopping me from dropping awesome flow to smash your motives,
heres a notice: your a novice with a case of halitosis
too late to even come back, because now it is hopeless
deliver a river of alcohol to your innards, and give your liver chirosis
forget PHP, Bulletin Boards, or private messaging
Im using ESP to extrapolate your pedaphelia tendencies
Float like an air biscuit, sting like a misquito,
Bust your ego - must you always wear that crusty *** Tuxedo?
Holy Toledo - Ole Frijole - and even Evander Holyfield
First Round Knockout, come on, you know the drill
I coulda stopped at twelve bars, but id rather go for the overkill
show some skill, before i kill & leave your corpse in an open field
your raps couldn’t penetrate my defenses, but im sure your odor will
so think twice before you demonstrate a flow with no appeal
:evil:
I got this feel that all you weenies need a slap
Stop this crap, my ears hurt from your blaps
Better go party drinkin bub man, why all this dissin
You don’t even know what’s on the other threads you’re missin
I’ma go hang out in da club called Random,
While you all storm each other, don’t forget your condoms
This is no boredom, respect for true lyricists
Just be sure you don’t end up near crematists
That’s all for now, I’m out, got some booties to strip
Y’all be good now, go brush your teeth and go to sleep 
Look at me, I’m rhyming like a duck
Now I’m going to buy a hockey-puck
The lottery is said to take a lot of luck
I once met a chicken that couldn’t cluck
On my keyboard, there is a little muck
That reminds me, I need to buy a truck
Now my vocab is a little stuck
So I’ll cop out and say my flash can suck
BOOYEAH.
Usually you pick a subject and stick with it, lyrics is not just about each last word ryhming with the one above it. You could make a good flow, just try to stay on a certain subject, like if you pick a duck compare it to someone or something or make it do something. Get what I mean?
Give it another shot, show us your lyrical skills.
I wasn’t making a song
It would have taken too long
I some times play pong
When I win I hit a gong
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Anyone feel like getting this thing started again? I was just cleaning out some old bookmarks and found it 
I have a feeling but I don’t think it’s the same as yours
You might think so but the solution is the same as opening doors
opening doors? Man your just bugg’in!
let me show you how to bring a little sumthin,
A hip hop lyricist is more than a rapper,
They are defined as a poetic innovator.
That rap/hip hop for the 2k4,
asks the question"why did old s’kool hiphop get lost for"
most of the cats that 'bring the real’
are all underground ‘cause they show no appeal’,
to the masses, to the radio’s of commercialism,
where rappers are just played out for that doe and commission,
I have to admit that their beats are kickin’
but the rhymes sound more like pre-school kids writ them,
man does the industry even know what hip hop is ?
when did hip hop have Rnb, reggae or even dance in its biz?
hip hop is common - de la and tribe,
not to forget the old skool masters
sugar hill gang, eric b and the furious five.
Aight i think i’ll stop my rant and stop being a hatter,
needed to let off steam and feeling a lot more better,
let start this up and get the “k” community rhyming
think of a phat beat and then punch your time in.
one love! peace.
wiggedy!!!
Soulty you right, seems the art is really lost/
it’s not about content, it’s about how much you floss/
But these wack rappers all have to bear they cross/
sooner or later we people will relize that we the boss/
And stop buying this crap that we get force fed/
Time to put all these wack rappers to bed/
Bring back the ol’ school stuff that made us nod our head/
As long as we listinin’ theres no way hip hop is dead/
You mention common and tribe and dude you on point/
We got Mos Def & Talib ready to drop a new joint/
it’s up to us as true hip hop heads/
to do like I said/
and cop this stuff, make sure hip hop won’t end up dead/
this has been a public service announcement from Soulty and SureShot/
make sure to rep the real artists with that next CD you bought/
Oh God, I’m so busy at work I shouldn’t have even looked at this thread again. I doubt I’ll have anything to post today.