Community > Posts By > droppin_jewelz
That's what's up, now what's your bars looking like?
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i swear this is somethin that keep my heart pumpin/ the electric voltage got me jumpin i stay on the vigil on beats for consumption/ i turn the booth in a luncheon or a whole feast/ i dont what i am when it comes to this man devil or beast/ i love this whole culture and hurts me soul that most make bread they goal/ i lament on the fact i the low self confidence take its toll/ i should smoke a blunt but instead imma take this bowl/ i hear a tune and resonates within/ its takes me to tha thoughts of how the ones i relate to the most faithfully engage in sin/ and most of time i feel like im the same as them/but instead of drugs i had to take this pen/ instead jail i looked for a humble place to lay my head/ yeah theres been stressin, depression, askin myself the realest questions/ i accepted my soul but still to improve it and i channel it thru my pen my tears are the lyrics to my music/ i shed my blood on every page i tear/ i meditate on hip hop everyday i swear?
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According to the Dr I was born off my rocker/ a lil boy who wanted to do things differently than what was believed of niggas like pulling triggers thats a shocker/ reality's gonna pop ya and rattle ya brain like a maracca/ I see you focusing ya ki all ya chakras/ lil Baka I don't why you call yourselves gods or Allah/ you'll never be a king and less yet a balla/ boy you ain't meant for anything just sweat for everything/ no jets or pinky rings ***** ya thinking higher ya thinking backwards ya lil black bastard/ just take these drugs and this blaster/ help kill off ya race faster set up a disaster/faithfully serve ya master/ you see how others do it and they so smooth wit it they movements fluid/we feed you dope and dog food/ now hurry and consume it and poison all ya music/ you been dangling by a thread saved by the darkness in ya head/ why try to save a culture when you could be makin bread/ who cares what you say when got bills?/ rap is about money now who care if you got skills?/ do it for the riches and all the *******/ set ya ppl back in every picture/***** this is real life **** all those dreams/ a black man like you could never be king/
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Edited by
droppin_jewelz
on
Tue 08/16/16 08:12 PM
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I saw this cute girl so I tried my best to meet her/ asked her what you doin for lunch/ I'd like to get to kno ya over a slice of pizza/ or hit Kyoto bowl noodles and sushi rolls/ I dig ya choice of clothes/ you tease my imagination nothing is exposed/ I like what you do wit ya hair you flip it well/ picking perfumes like poisons/ that fatal smell/ not an insult just admitting I been caught/ I just looked into ya eyes now I'm lost/ can you help me find a way/ this ain't no ********/ that's why I quoted phife and q-tip/ I can tell your like me a fan of music/relationship not a thought in my mind to pursue it/ I'm the type that you friendzone/ I'm not phased spiritually I'm damn strong/ I'm more interested in examinin ya beautiful face/ it transcends any race/ you carry plenty grace/ imma forget you for a few after I get blunted/ I might think back to that pretty woman/ ok I done seen what I needed now it's time to part/ by the way I'm villain the wretched son of the dark/
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Im lookin at the aftermath of cataclysm induced by the destroy hip hop activism/ unneeded gasses and everyone getting passes/ the real MC's receive nothing but bashes/ the softest was allowed in the hardest spot/ along wit more thinking they bigger than b.I.g. probably PAC/
Convincing ppl they real but they true natures concealed/ it goes fans heads cuz you real if you produce the most bills/ we seen rappers kiss each other on the lips fondle each other ***** but y'all let that slide/ tricking the wisdom in ya mental wit a flashy ride and how far on the charts they climb/ dumbed down rhymes for the dumbed down minds/ but y'all don't see that tho/ a ***** was proven to be police and you still let him act like a don/ niggas like that wouldnt have a chance being put on/ pick the meat from the corpse now we left wit barebones/ bboys and DJs were at tha front now it's like they're gone/ I'm explaining the damages and ppl be like but I like they songs/ I'm ventin wit the heads like ppl think this what hip hop is/ an these mumble mush mouth muhfuckas only prove the music is ****/ the only thing ain't weak nowadays is these beats and a couple MC's who spitting wit heat/I rather stand on white hot coals till the end of my feet/ than listen to a verse from meek/ no one is safe not even they hero Drake/ ppl gonna say I'm a hater of course call me broke/ but another sleeping beast in hip hop is awoke/ I'm ripping to they stomach but I'm starting at the throat/ I'm an underground wraith or a vengeful spectre/ a ghost from the genocide/I'm a sight for sore eyes when MC's pass away and even more die/ they last song when I hear it I tell em pass in peace/ know that I received your spirit and these lyrics make sure you not forgotten/ this is a promise from the black hand of Gotham/ and any pioneers lookin worried I got em/ I'm posted like a bouncer and anybody Comin wit that ******** imma stop em/ cross the line the of scrimmage even on the offensive I still block em/ in the submissions I lock chokehold till they hearts stopping I'm trying to do it often/ I will never soften i will never chill/ I'm shadowing my prey closing in for the kill/the fans can't stop me neither can these groupies death in battle is honorable I have no fear of losing/ the pure determination in my spirit keep my body moving/ thru the food chain I plan on consuming and underestimating me will prove to be your undoing/ |
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i was told i was gifted and should do what i wanna do/
i always dream bout the crowds i wanna move/ tryin to see the sun in the clouds im wandering thru/ make me miss out on alot thats what this wanderin do/ they say i got the gift of gab i got lyrics thats like a blunt/ that make you hit tha dab im tryin to improve more wit rap/ top floor buildin starin out the window where the mhc and the hattori's at/ i put in my soul in these words to tell my story's facts/ and also when it come to plights how they ignore the black/ i aint super political but super lyrical and my rhymes are never pyritical/ plugged in like bobby digital and rep the loyalty to those i pledge it to/ im on life schedule where im constantly thinkin dont let it get ahead of you/ i used to wonder if i was dead to few then asked myself how many are dead to you/ till my date of dead is due im jus tryin to play it cool slices of life im tryin to taste a few/ presences i might grace a few treat them as a mate should do/ but when i gotta depart i tell em this fate is inescapable/ light the blunt take a couple few and meet another like how do you do/ i wanna get to know ya kick it for a day or 2 see which way we move/ brighten our lives see what heights we can take it to/ cant be fake wit you but theres some things ill take from you/ not easily replaceable but if you ride stay by my side they'll be what i cater to/ i speak bluntly some may even say its rude but ill still be ya favorite dude/ im an aspirer ambitious my lyrics make these rappers nail biters and potheads raise up they lighters/ hip hop heads do it too im an mc thru and thru and im causin damage like they asked how much could you do/ i said you kno just the usual and i guess i should try to cool it too/ cuz last time i sank atlantis down in the ocean blue/ villain kill any beat he be flowin to and these power ups that im goin thru is more than enough to prove/ im gifted/ im gifted/ |
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Yea I know a ***** been a **** up/
I risk it all jus tryin to get my bucks up/ Nah I aint gon blame the cash its time for me to buck up/ A ***** got it hard hopin to get his luck up/ Reddin my eyes wit lye/ Before the sky dusk up/ I'm focused on bein destructive bringin ruckus/ Id perform in front of a crowd that screamin **** us/ Hate me or love me I'm give the mic justice/ It's the malevolent melenated rhyme composer/ On the mic I'm like ra jah yah or jehovah/ Headhunting bet I'm like a fett jango or boba/ Put on my mask when I'm commandin cobra/ primary antagonist trees and cigars get a slash and twist/ Maryjuana my mind and lungs are filled wit it/ Inspired to hit the page wit something villainous/ I'm taking all I can before I resort to pillagin/ And this is the retort to those who downplay lyricist/ Mc's are gonna rise up as I improve my diligence/ I'm bringin destruction sorry but yours is imminent/ And they swear these niggas go hard but all I hear is impotence/ |
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My level of lyrical excites the mind/ and influences visuals I'm cool like that/ I come from planets that's digible/ number one chief rocks villain stitching together rhymes like tha funk doc-tor Spock/ never claiming to be tupac/ like some spittin dumb still vexed at how mumblin gums make them number 1's/ tho they sound like 2/ me and hip hop go back like first born cousins/before the emphasise on cussin/callin women ******* and gun bussin/ skills over bills I will spit rhymes that make you go head over heels/ ugly as hell but my flows gives women chills/ stick it to yo sharp like the porcupine's quills/
Old school never old news I lead the new and rep legends thru pro tools/I spit it hard so the crowd can say bars/ Bumpin my eloquence thru speakers in the cars/ Ill never fail as long hip hop prevails/ We goin thru the game like a shooter on rails/ On beats venom I direct to these rappers I might have to check few/ It's a new day but legends don't respect you/ You bringing in garbage so I gotta kidnap you and leave you to rot in garage/ Need a chick? Don't worry I'll be bringin in Nicki minaj/ Building up rhymes thats major I'll burn all your paper/ And blow in ya face a wall of vapor/ This is villain and of course there's no remorse/ I'll be reading your obituary in the source/ |
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More relentless than the nemesis/
A lyricist wit mind power thats limitless/ Emergence of mcs in maintstream is limited/ I prefer the underground as my premises/ Breakin bad like the chemists/ My rhymes brutal like mortal kombat finishes/ Im the accursed to anyone tryin to verse it/ Lethal punchlines dead by first hit/ I make a vine outta those who disrespect rhyme/ Ppl leave you to die like puffy did shyne/ Follow positive light i try but kinda fail/ Tryin to stay on the straight an narrow like a monorail/ Im lyrical horror story killin rapper fairy tales/ Lines hit tha mind movin down thru every cell/ It aint hard to tell i rep my culture well/ Im coming out to swing at the ding of every bell/ Me and them thats like comparin hills to mountains/ I get to flowin an turn girls lower bodies into fountains/ Rougher than a pair of hands thats calloused/ Cunning calculated and kinda valiant/ Smooth like the august breeze/ From the head to below knees 72 degrees/ Buildin wit niggas at tha table like we playin cards/ Examinin the square tho stayin there is hard/ Never follow fraud its arm leg leg arm head/ Get what im sayin god/ Its still mhc never mistake my squad/ Hip hop engraved my heart/ Told me play my part/ Sent on my way wit a smile like a shark/ |
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Tryin to box wit me/
You gon need arms wit extra length/ You lines gonna need a power up like extra strength/im the sanitizer gettin rid of you excrement/ Exhale my ghost in divine wind kamikaze excellence/ Its the rebellious menace who spit lyrics that hit like a hundred fists/ The buck stops here i am it/ Unbelievable power like i did the fusion dance wit dc or ixist/ Or simply smoked a blunt cuz im high as ****/ Illinois thats my land jus the beginning of my plan/ Then out extends the reach of my hand/ All across this world im leavin a scar/ And thats where they gonna know the mc's are/ You saw it too? Didn't you? The red mirage?/ When im in a pinch/ a smoke somethin greener than the grinch/ Gives me mental power like Popeye's spinach/ My former beloved said i was above sick/ Go ahead show em how much you love it/ Put together the pieces my role as the antithesis/ And mainstream rap must be destroyed anywhere it thinks peace is/ In this boy was instilled the will to destroy and rebuild/ The day i heard rap/ i aint realize the was a battery in my back/ And when i reached an age im charged to attack/ Im all over the place like mood swangs/ Im biding my time as i eat my way up the food chain/ And i when i make you fall from my cloud will be tha only way that you reign/ Best stay out my way when im feelin hunger pangs/ Or you'll see the beast that this hunger brings/ I looked up to sky and promised to conquer everything under it/ And if i cant unify then ill sunder it/ This is a decree not no summer hit/ If i was you id back down/ you dont want none of this/ |
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Topic:
Old school vs New school
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The gods in no certain order...
1. Rakim 2. Big daddy kane 3. Kool g rap 4. Krs-one The originators 1. Grandmaster caz 2. Melle mel 3.grandmaster flash The kings of the 90's (sans biggie and pac obviously) 1.Nas 2.scarface 3.big L 4.Az Lol its kinda hard to pick so i had to do categories. :/ |
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Hit tha L pass it start tha cipher/ till it comes full circle like that picture of tha viper/ its tha hip hop for lifer/ sentenced 25 till i die/ serve it wit a smile wont even lie/ my culture catch a bad rap from bad rap/ ppl act like there wasnt a time where we aint have that/ never heard the message listened to white lines/ self destruction tried to stop crime/ i rep a whole culture this is more than muzik/ rap was separated from hip hop and became a confused kid/ i dislike those who misuse it/ wit they ******** music/ im tryin to show to show the deeper side/ but they make it useless/hate rap all you want you probably dont know the history/ this is how we expressed ourselves when we was kept in misery/ government and cops bein racist/ beatin in black and latin faces/ we took that and put it in the pages/ see we made the art rock n roll'n/ shortly after that it was stolen/ to every person in the hood/ hip hop was a way for us to feel good/when money became a factor/ that brought disaster/ thats why theres less mc's and plenty rappers/radio dont portray us those jus actors Broadway players/ the labels betrayed us and ppl who listen to "rock n roll" hate us (lol)/ rock and roll and rap go hand in hand/ why? They was both made by africans...peace!/
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I dont do it for tha cash or the rings/
The cars girls wit big bras material things/ Its self aware standin like alistair overeem/ Blood of a slave heart of a king/ Let ms etta james at last at last/ My voice from the stereo blast/ And i make these stars crash/ I seen the bottom and where cities fell like sodom/ And ppl dont care for ya problems/ Everybody got em/ My homey died before 21/ Damn outta us that coulda been anyone/ I struggled tryin to not to let the devil in/ I was in between decidin to sell drugs/ While watchin friends that was hooked on heroin/ Some did cocaine im relieved nobody cobained/ Growin seein black zombies walkin up and down streets/ Stumbling upon me why they smoked rock was beyond me/ Not too many role models jus niggas who lived by a motto/ Sell weight to get money like the lotto/ Fell in wit tha hood types they was like fam tho so almost like the good life/ But still was plagued by nightmares of my ppl killin me/ I dont what was instilled in me/ Probably cuz my uncle was killed by his best friend/ That ***** did it willingly/ I smoke herb cuz that and spittin words bring peace/ Cuz when im left to think im on the edge of my seat/ Rome i hear what you going thru/ You headed that direction? **** it im goin too/ As i breathe in and exhale it out/ I got an hour of peace then returns the doubt/ |
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What it is advocate/ i see you spit better than tha average chick/ or the ones who claim baddest *****/ im the mic mechanic/ givin hop a spruce up/ a lil tune up labels have doomed us/ i heard they rock crowds/ but they barely move us/ im from tha boom bap/ not no mumble mouth rap/ im a tablespoon of nas/pinch of kool g/
Lil bit of mos def sans kufi/ scarfaced geto boy not from the movie/ teach like krs-one/ ill like rakim the master/ i spit in a crowd and they say thats a tough bastard/when it comes to villains im a bit like cell/ laid back polite but i will raise hell/ geese fell from his tower/ we lost another one who chased power/ shish taught me hunger for more/ and your fears you should devour/im chargin up ki like an iphone battery/ if i power up too much then its a catastrophe/ this is droppin jewels spittin more black magic/ now back to learnin more of the supreme mathematics/ |
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Once again its the admiral/ welcomin the advo/while i pull this aggro/ wit mad flow/hip hop one thing that calm my bad soul/ this aint a parker bros game/ im bane of an artist like trinidad james/ pyrokinetic flames when i spit off the brain/arms too short to box wit god/these rappers cant enter my range/ wu said for a better tomorrow/ so im killin pop rappers to start the change/ some say i drop jewels/ others say im a devil wit the pen/ i jus say i been on a roll since i passed level 10/ now im addicted to grindin and levelin/ rpg terms in case you wanna learn/ i serve up different ones like a hook from hearns/ book the fuel pen the match/ all thats left is the burn/ im the voice of every mc spurned/ the records no longer bein scratched and turned/ im the bboy spinnin on his head/ tryin to rewind time to when it wasnt dead/ the illest things i learned hide in the illest things i said/ but it goes over heads cuz it aint bout bread/ so i picked up a villain's persona to enforce the principles/ me bein murdered by a rapper?/ chances very minuscule/
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Topic:
free styles
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Come to my thread thats where the spittin at
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It all comes down to trust/
Im steady pursuin the truth/ Now i got friends who could be foes/ And i dont what to do/ Cuz it feel like they schemin on me/ I just need some solid proof/ We been connected a couple months/ Put in work more than once/ But somethin aint right bout em/ It bugs me when i hit my blunts/ The body language strange/ And the eye movement gettin weirder/ It may be me but theres somethin up wit these niggas/ In the beginning we was close/becomin tighter than dap/ But now i feel the distance growin/ an ever widening gap/ Is they they plottin is they plannin/ Will it be a simple robbery or the cannon/ Is the way the group disbandin/ On top of that/ Who really got my back/ I move alone so its kinda easy to catch that clap/ I aint got no main lady/ On less thing to stress me/ Cuz choosin one to trust/ is anotha thing that test me now/ She could have niggas waitin to dress me up/ While im tryin to get her dress down/ Thats the way some of the best went down/ I aint wit no games/ I live on time thats barely mine/ Tryin to figure it out/ So i barely pay femmes any mind/ Concerned more bout handshakes i gotta watch/ These niggas muggin one or all i might gotta box/ I dont move rocks or even push blow/ But why the vibe from the block gettin ever cold/ When im around these niggas its like time slows/ Im tryin to the botttom of they goals/ Before my goose is put on them coals/ I been down this road before the reminders on my soles/ |
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Bruh...lifes a ***** then you die/
Have fun have guns die young/ The devil is a lie/ i saw him in my all seein eye/ I was born in a country that has my ppl torn/ Dumbed down before our minds take form/ Each face shot down that looks like mine/ Warns me of the comin storm/ Then i got this chick/ called life and i been dealin wit this *****/ Then her friend karma come around now im in some other ****/ Dealin wit these two till i die/ Exactly why i stay so high/ I get blowed cuz you never kno when you gonna go/ They always **** me fast i jus wanna take it slow/ And jus when i think i got it right/ They back for anotha go/ They say lifes a ***** dealin wit her is no hoe/ |
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I held back many times chances to sell plenty rhymes or switch it up get plenty shine/
Is that how I wanted them to gimme mine nah I decline I'll get it when it hit my time/ But time flies by like life no lie will I put out a hit before I die/ Only if they like it that's my reply/ It was a matter of choice tryin to better my voice so I when bring it its more than noise/ Still I hold back time never waits ***** already know that/ Maybe im scared that I'll fail low confidence is hell tho my lyrics show I'm competent as well/ These different times have me questionin should I grind/ I don't spit ******** so will they be questionin my lines/ Another year pass and I'm workin off my *** at a job don't really make cash/ They yellin get famous that aint what my aim is I was been in the struggle **** never been painless/ Maybe it's time to take a risk take time and make a hit/ Maybe the fog'll lift maybe I'll recognize my gift finally be relaxed before I put a blunt to my lips/ |
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Ok lets do one bout holding back when we had a chance or opportunity to do something anything but didn't because of second guessing....
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