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- Jakk
- Middle Weight
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- Joined: September 25th, 2005, 8:52 am
- Location: [are you lisening or are you dumb, UK
Shh Hut Yuh Muh
waicman mc
your lyrics are poor
stop going on raw,
if you still want your jaw,
yo why you stand around outside that white door
for pipe blud I ain't that type
I said SHH HUT YUH MUH
Derkhead badman shoter
you'd call the coppers
not the pen shoters as they
fad the yardie manz
I'm an MC when I'm not on duty
I look for the fineist booty
if not I make some tunes on fruity
or maybe just wat watch the footie
I said SHH HUT YUH MUH
your a free lance poomplex
dont make me have to put a fist in your face coz the police
just drop the case as I'm abit of a head case
big up Jah Mek the World, Meridian Man Dem & Boy Better Know Roll Deep know your self likle manz
waicman mc
your lyrics are poor
stop going on raw,
if you still want your jaw,
yo why you stand around outside that white door
for pipe blud I ain't that type
I said SHH HUT YUH MUH
Derkhead badman shoter
you'd call the coppers
not the pen shoters as they
fad the yardie manz
I'm an MC when I'm not on duty
I look for the fineist booty
if not I make some tunes on fruity
or maybe just wat watch the footie
I said SHH HUT YUH MUH
your a free lance poomplex
dont make me have to put a fist in your face coz the police
just drop the case as I'm abit of a head case
big up Jah Mek the World, Meridian Man Dem & Boy Better Know Roll Deep know your self likle manz
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- Super Heavy Weight
- Posts: 5147
- Joined: February 12th, 2004, 9:17 pm
- Location: Los Angeles
Nigga I spit fire...
like my throat was the tube, channeling acid and saliva,
mixed with this passion my mouths a butane lighter,
I'm a fighter, with me there aint no tryin/
in this world nigga, you doin or dyin/
one shot one kill, is the motto to this life man/
with that in mind I keep servin these niggas like food stands/
like dudes in menace who shot kane from the hood van/
My punches are economized, and fit to the line,
sorta like double deckers crammed with double meanings, but precise/
they double sided, like swords on knights,
for double the impact, and double the slice/
food for thought like the food that took your crews life/
cause this food get niggas killed, if it aint plaquin a niggas tubes/
but when it come to progress a nigga gon refuse/
you 3/5's of a human, even to this day fool/
so either you die at 29, or hit 3/5's of a white life, aint tryin to be rude but thats 45 of that 75/
cuz a nigga gon eat what he choose and then die/
of what, diabetes, cause he couldn't stop the recess, or dealin them white candy pieces/
seem like a nigga life filled with feces, Cuz no matter where we at we dyin over children reasons/
Niggas call me black ceaser, not like the 70's mafia,
but how I throw down a thumb and niggas'll a drop ya/
Welcome to New Rome, where there aint no throne, cuz there aint no hov, nas, 50 or jones/
Just suburban homes, with a beach facade,
some niggas with K's, that'll give you a body massage/
And fuck sunset, they aint got no entourage/
Hit yo local park, or the homies moms garage/
but I'm gettin a head of myself, i betta stop/
cuz the only way, yall pencil dicks could get into the lyrical mix,
is ta bust off in a rappin chick,
and hope she have some rappin kids, at least yo last name be attached, dig/
so hang it up and step back bitch/
for I get on some African shit, and sow up yo second pussy lips.
like my throat was the tube, channeling acid and saliva,
mixed with this passion my mouths a butane lighter,
I'm a fighter, with me there aint no tryin/
in this world nigga, you doin or dyin/
one shot one kill, is the motto to this life man/
with that in mind I keep servin these niggas like food stands/
like dudes in menace who shot kane from the hood van/
My punches are economized, and fit to the line,
sorta like double deckers crammed with double meanings, but precise/
they double sided, like swords on knights,
for double the impact, and double the slice/
food for thought like the food that took your crews life/
cause this food get niggas killed, if it aint plaquin a niggas tubes/
but when it come to progress a nigga gon refuse/
you 3/5's of a human, even to this day fool/
so either you die at 29, or hit 3/5's of a white life, aint tryin to be rude but thats 45 of that 75/
cuz a nigga gon eat what he choose and then die/
of what, diabetes, cause he couldn't stop the recess, or dealin them white candy pieces/
seem like a nigga life filled with feces, Cuz no matter where we at we dyin over children reasons/
Niggas call me black ceaser, not like the 70's mafia,
but how I throw down a thumb and niggas'll a drop ya/
Welcome to New Rome, where there aint no throne, cuz there aint no hov, nas, 50 or jones/
Just suburban homes, with a beach facade,
some niggas with K's, that'll give you a body massage/
And fuck sunset, they aint got no entourage/
Hit yo local park, or the homies moms garage/
but I'm gettin a head of myself, i betta stop/
cuz the only way, yall pencil dicks could get into the lyrical mix,
is ta bust off in a rappin chick,
and hope she have some rappin kids, at least yo last name be attached, dig/
so hang it up and step back bitch/
for I get on some African shit, and sow up yo second pussy lips.
- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
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- Super Heavy Weight
- Posts: 5147
- Joined: February 12th, 2004, 9:17 pm
- Location: Los Angeles
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Joined: April 19th, 2005, 9:53 pm
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perongregory wrote:Nigga I spit fire...
like my throat was the tube, channeling acid and saliva,
mixed with this passion my mouths a butane lighter,
I'm a fighter, with me there aint no tryin/
in this world nigga, you doin or dyin/
one shot one kill, is the motto to this life man/
with that in mind I keep servin these niggas like food stands/
like dudes in menace who shot kane from the hood van/
My punches are economized, and fit to the line,
sorta like double deckers crammed with double meanings, but precise/
they double sided, like swords on knights,
for double the impact, and double the slice/
food for thought like the food that took your crews life/
cause this food get niggas killed, if it aint plaquin a niggas tubes/
but when it come to progress a nigga gon refuse/
you 3/5's of a human, even to this day fool/
so either you die at 29, or hit 3/5's of a white life, aint tryin to be rude but thats 45 of that 75/
because a nigga gon eat what he choose and then die/
of what, diabetes, cause he couldn't stop the recess, or dealin them white candy pieces/
seem like a nigga life filled with feces, because no matter where we at we dyin over children reasons/
Niggas call me black ceaser, not like the 70's mafia,
but how I throw down a thumb and niggas'll a drop ya/
Welcome to New Rome, where there aint no throne, because there aint no hov, nas, 50 or jones/
Just suburban homes, with a beach facade,
some niggas with K's, that'll give you a body massage/
And fu-- sunset, they aint got no entourage/
Hit yo local park, or the homies moms garage/
but I'm gettin a head of myself, i betta stop/
because the only way, yall pencil dicks could get into the lyrical mix,
is ta bust off in a rappin chick,
and hope she have some rappin kids, at least yo last name be attached, dig/
so hang it up and step back bitch/
for I get on some African shit, and sow up yo second pussy lips.
coo shit my homie
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- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
AND GOODFELLA I AINT FINNA BATTLE U AGAIN I GOT AT U ENOUGH
Young Deuce wrote: Im finna kill yo bitch ass....
Okay it took this nigga 2 months just ta give me a decent verse/
You come try ta test me with the hands we gon see who leave worst/
Im sleep ya ass you wake up you gon see you that you missin joints/
And ya crew a be in churches and i aint talkin bout the chicken joints/
Think Im playin ill put two or three clips in ya team/
Yall all a get numbered up like a vending machine/
This nigga think itz gully ta stunt and put his stack up/
Imma do you like I do pussy...yo ass is get clapped up/
I run shit fa the block trust me itz all about endurance/
If puttin in work was a tv show he'll be a special apperance/
My shit iz like gunz kuz I alwayz keep the reifa drawn/
And the Desert in my hand blam u drop down...guess I did get my eagle on/
Dont be mad at me me kuz u got touch by Micheal/
And u love St Louis niggas because Chingy and Jibbs ya Idols/
He aint neva been in a hood where cars roll around and u gotta duck/
You run to the Ice cream man hummin "Chain Hang Low"by the truck/
You the type of scary nigga ta ta go to a priest confessional/
You the type of scary nigga ta make snitchin professional/
So dont come on here try ta act like u dont know black/
That my ass the reason that u flow like that/
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- Super Heavy Weight
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Joined: August 9th, 2006, 7:52 pm
- Location: BOOGIE DOWN BRONX
jus a lil somthin....
i like 2 smoke buddha, the buzz it gives 2 ya
helps ya mind thro away the trash like a supa
i like arizona, sour-diesel, dro or piff
ill take it 2 the head kuzz i paid sum dough 4 this
theres no chippin in, no u cant cop my dutch
gimme the whole ounce, ya'll dont gotta bag it up
i hate it when these hustler niggas sellin skimpy dimes
i used 2 sell my own but it wasnt the proper grind
2 make real money i done had 2 sell pounds
i like 2 travel light kuzz the feds be all around
they'll pull u over, call the squad n bring a couple hounds
u travelin with all that weight, u kno u goin down
if anything, i'd sell rocks, but now its a felony
i rather sit baq n take the chronic with the henessey
dont trust nobody, the hood revolves around jelousy
my bars run tite if im spittin on a melody
i like 2 smoke buddha, the buzz it gives 2 ya
helps ya mind thro away the trash like a supa
i like arizona, sour-diesel, dro or piff
ill take it 2 the head kuzz i paid sum dough 4 this
theres no chippin in, no u cant cop my dutch
gimme the whole ounce, ya'll dont gotta bag it up
i hate it when these hustler niggas sellin skimpy dimes
i used 2 sell my own but it wasnt the proper grind
2 make real money i done had 2 sell pounds
i like 2 travel light kuzz the feds be all around
they'll pull u over, call the squad n bring a couple hounds
u travelin with all that weight, u kno u goin down
if anything, i'd sell rocks, but now its a felony
i rather sit baq n take the chronic with the henessey
dont trust nobody, the hood revolves around jelousy
my bars run tite if im spittin on a melody
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- Light Heavy Weight
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- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
HERE SOMTHIN FROM A PAST POST SO NICE HAD the PUT IT TWICE.......
Im out here everyday stay strap with the slinky/
These niggas think they made cuz 10 Gs on the pinky/
Im a rapper every thing I do is in spoken words/
But my homeys got on tryin ta make coke in birds/
Ya heard! Now they lookin ova they shoulders/
Walk out in troops like they fuckin neighborhood soldiers/
The connect give em coke rocks the size of bolders/
They cut em, slice em, and grind em like folgers/
Good to the last drop call it the white coffee/
Fiends chewin on the needle like its metal toffee/
What these niggas dont know we get racially profiled/
All they wanna know which way to the baking soda aisle/
Got the shit on the stove cookin it at late hours/
Connect lyin to em' sayin they got the best powder/
They think they magiacians call em' neighborhood sages/
But the truth is they workin under minium wages/
Im out here everyday stay strap with the slinky/
These niggas think they made cuz 10 Gs on the pinky/
Im a rapper every thing I do is in spoken words/
But my homeys got on tryin ta make coke in birds/
Ya heard! Now they lookin ova they shoulders/
Walk out in troops like they fuckin neighborhood soldiers/
The connect give em coke rocks the size of bolders/
They cut em, slice em, and grind em like folgers/
Good to the last drop call it the white coffee/
Fiends chewin on the needle like its metal toffee/
What these niggas dont know we get racially profiled/
All they wanna know which way to the baking soda aisle/
Got the shit on the stove cookin it at late hours/
Connect lyin to em' sayin they got the best powder/
They think they magiacians call em' neighborhood sages/
But the truth is they workin under minium wages/
- Young Deuce
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- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
here go some mo shit...........
See me and my homeys dont always do whats right/
And when we dont do whats right...here comes the blue and white/
Oh best believe somebody goin ta jail tonite/
But we on that Spike Lee shit we aint goin without a fight/
Ye its Drug dealers with blunt thats the size of a twinkie/
And coke rocks the size as the tip of my pinky/
Stay posted on the corner got coke fa sale/
Then they get busted they get put in the holdin cell/
When they get out of jail them niggas back on the block/
And when the fiends get out of rehab they back on the rock/
Where the OG killas still stay strap with the glock/
And the goons is waitin on calls watchin the time on the clock/
See me and my homeys dont always do whats right/
And when we dont do whats right...here comes the blue and white/
Oh best believe somebody goin ta jail tonite/
But we on that Spike Lee shit we aint goin without a fight/
Ye its Drug dealers with blunt thats the size of a twinkie/
And coke rocks the size as the tip of my pinky/
Stay posted on the corner got coke fa sale/
Then they get busted they get put in the holdin cell/
When they get out of jail them niggas back on the block/
And when the fiends get out of rehab they back on the rock/
Where the OG killas still stay strap with the glock/
And the goons is waitin on calls watchin the time on the clock/
- Young Deuce
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Bxxmilitia and perongregory i think yall should be on the streetgangs.com post ya flows hall of fame yall been here fa a while now so..........
POST YA FLOWS HALL OF FAME
SAINTJAYMES
PYNEAPPLE
TYSUAVE
GOODFELLA
DUNN
BKSTOMP3
FOEVAFLAMIN
SWBLOCK-VETERAN
KAOTIC_HCP
YOUNG DEUCE
BXXMILITIA
PERONGREGORY
i see u shox my nig u keep doin ya thang man u gon be on here too itz all about longivity no disrepect u too .....
POST YA FLOWS HALL OF FAME
SAINTJAYMES
PYNEAPPLE
TYSUAVE
GOODFELLA
DUNN
BKSTOMP3
FOEVAFLAMIN
SWBLOCK-VETERAN
KAOTIC_HCP
YOUNG DEUCE
BXXMILITIA
PERONGREGORY
i see u shox my nig u keep doin ya thang man u gon be on here too itz all about longivity no disrepect u too .....
- Young Deuce
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- Posts: 1909
- Joined: September 23rd, 2005, 8:28 am
- Location: St.Louis,MO
u kno what i think you should be on here u brought back life in thiz mutthafucka......Young Deuce wrote:Bxxmilitia and perongregory i think yall should be on the streetgangs.com post ya flows hall of fame yall been here fa a while now so..........
POST YA FLOWS HALL OF FAME
SAINTJAYMES
PYNEAPPLE
TYSUAVE
GOODFELLA
DUNN
BKSTOMP3
FOEVAFLAMIN
SWBLOCK-VETERAN
KAOTIC_HCP
YOUNG DEUCE
BXXMILITIA
PERONGREGORY
i see u shox my nig u keep doin ya thang man u gon be on here too itz all about longivity no disrepect u too .....
POST YA FLOWS HALL OF FAME
SAINTJAYMES
PYNEAPPLE
TYSUAVE
GOODFELLA
DUNN
BKSTOMP3
FOEVAFLAMIN
SWBLOCK-VETERAN
KAOTIC_HCP
YOUNG DEUCE
BXXMILITIA
PERONGREGORY
SHOX112
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- Jakk
- Middle Weight
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- Joined: September 25th, 2005, 8:52 am
- Location: [are you lisening or are you dumb, UK
cheek this badman mc
see if you could merk him off the mic lol I dout it
JME
BBK2
BBK3
JME@UPTOWNRECORDS
JME PRACTICE HOURS
and heres just some eye&ears
see if you could merk him off the mic lol I dout it
JME
BBK2
BBK3
JME@UPTOWNRECORDS
JME PRACTICE HOURS
and heres just some eye&ears
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cheek this badman mc
see if you could merk him off the mic lol I dout it
JME
BBK2
BBK3
JME@UPTOWNRECORDS
JME PRACTICE HOURS
and heres just some eye&ears
LOL ......R U SERIOUS!!???? them dudes cant rap 4 shit!!!!
man if i was shipped 2 europe n forced 2 listen 2 that shit, ill shoot myself......wow, how dare u say they'll whoop us(IMO, ill lyricly assasinate them niggas)...europe should jus leave that rap shit alone, the beats r funny as hell, them niggas cant rap, and that accent is annoying....europe should jus leave that rap shit 2 the U.S.
if them mothafu*kas could get a deal out in europe, shit, im about 2 pack my bags n catch the 1st flight out that bitch....lets hear u spit sumthin "jakk"....
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- Young Deuce
- Light Heavy Weight
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that NIGGA PARENTS ARE BOTH JAMAICAN HE MOVED TO THE BRONX FROM LONDON WHEN HE WAS LIKE 11 YEARS OLD HE AINT NO EURO HIS ASS GOT HIS MUSICAL SKILLS FROM THE BOGGIE DOWN BRONXYoung Deuce wrote:the only european i hut lock shit down lyricall iz my nigga slick rick
SHIT IM STILL WAITING FOR SOMEONE FROM ACROSS THE POND MAKE SOME NOISE IN HIP HOP IT AINT HAPPEN YET
- Jakk
- Middle Weight
- Posts: 188
- Joined: September 25th, 2005, 8:52 am
- Location: [are you lisening or are you dumb, UK
ok so you don't feel the Grime style of fun/nothing long lyrics with off beat dubplates ok np I'm cool with that but I still feel they'd leave you bk in the bits hahaha
ps he's an MC not a rapper its alot
SHH HUT YUH MUH DERKHEAD WAISMAN POOMPLEX
what about Skinny man he beat Eminem @ Sub Terrania, London
he started rapping in 1987/88
he's UK Hip Hop/Rap
he started a thing called
MUD Family (Mad Under Dog For All MY Individual Living Youts)
he's From Finsbury Esate/project, Totenham, Haringay, N. London
signed to LOW LIFE RECORDS and Self Distruct Music
1st album came out 2003/4 he has mixtapes coming out of his ears and trust there big
ps he's an MC not a rapper its alot
SHH HUT YUH MUH DERKHEAD WAISMAN POOMPLEX
what about Skinny man he beat Eminem @ Sub Terrania, London
he started rapping in 1987/88
he's UK Hip Hop/Rap
he started a thing called
MUD Family (Mad Under Dog For All MY Individual Living Youts)
he's From Finsbury Esate/project, Totenham, Haringay, N. London
signed to LOW LIFE RECORDS and Self Distruct Music
1st album came out 2003/4 he has mixtapes coming out of his ears and trust there big
- Young Deuce
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man im so fuc#k'n tired of dis shit..........another fuckin gang shooting inocent victom hit......dis time a lil girl nigga six years old......over be 4 she had a start it hits my soul........and im sick of it so rite hear i take a stand.....im calling out each and every single black man....unity is how we retake the community......one block at a time ........one glock and a nine....you wanna gang bang nigga we all bang black...... if you aint with it nigga yo ass get clapped..........fire in a crowd indiscriminately you die....pushin poison on the block is a nother reason why.....any beef black on black is heard by the commission......popp'n another bother is Forbidden with out permission....death and the pen aint our only choices.....black man its time to stand i wanna hear your voice's
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i no some of yall sayin dis nigga saint crazy......you gon tell niggas ta get off the blocc yull push up daisys ........6 feet in a casket just fo tring ta ask it.......thease lil niggas got straps and aint afraid ta blast it .........see dats problem one breading lil ghetto bastardit's..........and i swear every generation is growing up faster..........its time fo real men ta be a father to dey child.......instill a lil discipline dey ass wont be so wild.......dats why i know my son wont neva join a gang.............ask any nigga active do they want they son ta bang.....hell's naw nigga cause that bang'n on some other shit ........11 years old breath still smell like his mothers tit......but if dad anit in the home .....the young'n sho ta rome.........and its a thin line between the nine and niggas dome.......could have been an actor a doctor or a lawer.......could have been a politzer prize auther like tom soyer.......instead of skool'n young'n on the recipe ta cook raw.........why not put the young'n up on how ta play some football........baseball,...... basketball,..... i promis till my casket fall........ima make a way fo ya nigga ski mask and all
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