Who got love for the culture? This topic is about the love of hip hop, you can come here and spit, talk bout artists and albums and of course what really happened to real hip hop. Lets rep the culture yall....

Yo,

The rich act poor, and the poor claim rich,
Whatever sounds cool'll make the weaker mind switch.
If you on a major label or an indie 12-inch:
When you fronting on the mic, you still the industrys b I t c h


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Romeo bambino prega di chiamare me ho bisogno di parlare con voi il mio amore

I'm not a rapper or hip hop artist, but anyone who is serious about aspiring to be one or is one, please contact me. I can help you promote your music and get exposure. Just send me a message here and we can discuss it further.

I used to write hiphop lyrics in the past I even have mixtapes but I didn't pursue it I got busy with other ventures




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Are you a music producer ?

If you have music you want to sell, or ever get back to making music, let me know.

No, I can help you promote your music though. I do some marketing.

Dr doom taught me villainy
Genuine article dont accept the facisimile/
Venom in every particle and my compound chemically/
Im sick of rappers the mainstream is gimmicky/
Gimme the mic and ill run a touchdown and spike/
Power of grey skull might this mc is known to excite/
Words pierce like a pike killin rappers is a vice/
I rep a crew that the game need badly/
Im known for bein higher than brian griffin at a weed rally/
sadly/
Couple of em homers/
They all yellin doh/
I can't blame em/
Its all they know/
Live from illinois iga mecca/
Villain the mic wrecka/

Bro you got me hyped up wit ya lyrics. This can be alot of fun.

Demons destroyed, a piece of flesh relives the mess employed
fiending for the reason why my heart's now null and void/
determined to find the meaning in the scheming i'm annoyed with
the season of the witch is among us, her brew enshrines the pulpit/
alas, i'm the culprit - and murder was the case
my soul escapes its vestige and it's gone without a trace/
replaced by a metal fortress encased with evil deeds and mistrust
blood, sweat, and tears traced in rust/
hush
this we must NEVER discuss./






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I got weed for potheads/
Somethin to back down ha hotheads/
Im probably gon end shot dead/
Body full hot lead cuz a ***** had a spread/
Someone offered him a car and bread/
I smoke weed to calm my head/
Then go and paint my armor red/
Cover it blood from rappers less a common threat/
Necklace rings anklets and armlets/
Things used to hold the jewels i drop/
Rep the culture i love i will never pop/
Not concerned wit money not worried if i flop/
Psycho powered m bison hittin like m tyson/
Pursue kno

I got weed for potheads/
Somethin to back down ha hotheads/
Im probably gon end shot dead/
Body full hot lead cuz a ***** had a spread/
Someone offered him a car and bread/
I smoke weed to calm my head/
Then go and paint my armor red/
Cover it blood from rappers less a common threat/
Necklace rings anklets and armlets/
Things used to hold the jewels i drop/
Rep the culture i love i will never pop/
Not concerned wit money not worried if i flop/
Psycho powered m bison hittin like m tyson/
Pursue knowledge like c west and m dyson/
A chick game me knowledge damn never have i been wisened/
Haha

Check mic 1.......2..........1.....2






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I'm a twisted minded wicked hybrid of a dragon and devil
My hell'��s army causes dead bodies, our actions cause peril/
Chance is narrow that you'��ll miss our ammo so quit actin dicey
Cuz you would still get attacked by killers hooded and masked like jabbawockeez/
Before your senses impels this degen propels and ur scream is pacified
Burn evidense in hell and tension has fell, but my knife aint satisfied/
I'��m takin any b i t c h e s with so many disses, it'��ll be too strong to calibrate
My killen trick is spitten sick makin me the biggest risk that rappers take/
My cutthroat approach promotes world wide bedlum
After I sabotage, my fangs and claws engorges your body with venom/
What's most graceful is the bloody Old Faithful is a beauty fountain
It'��s ridiculous how I have no weaknesses and the world's losing thousands/
And my desert eagle's very lethal when it comes to gettin u smoked and shot
It aims so thorough which makes your torso designed with bullet wound polkadots/
When i spit hell turns cold and i melt the poles, u better be the quikest to run
Cuz if I go slay tonight I'��ll make you die with the knowledge that i'm the most twisted one/








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Police sirens and ambulances where im from/

Anotha freestyle from shadows son/
Broken bones and excited females left when im done/
My niggas all yell b.i.t.e. that's till they d.i.e./
And me i see they influenced the way i be/
They all into army guns ill gotten funds/
Im the the type down for a one on one/
Smoke a blunt that make me shake like parkisons/
Doin this cuz i love the game nothing above my aim/
I learned life on my own done some good also wrong/
Balance my head by writin songs couple blunts/
Hit a couple bongs/
The grain i go against damn some of niggas no longer exist/
still reppin mhc even its me only/
Love it when people sleep on/
Spit fire dragon lyrics feel tha heat homie?/
Walk tha street like Michael myers/
Lookin for a chick that look like a young mariah/
I make girls sing like a choir/
The ones who kno look at me wit desire/
I make rappers nervous its jus simple/
The freeze like they had a gun to they temple/
You could glasgowed buck 50'd or i can ya face some dimples/
Mainstream'll blackball me before i can record a song/
Make sure im never on its cool ill run tha underground/

Police sirens and ambulances where im from/

Anotha freestyle from shadows son/
Broken bones and excited females left when im done/
My niggas all yell b.i.t.e. that's till they d.i.e./
And me i see they influenced the way i be/
They all into army guns ill gotten funds/
Im the the type down for a one on one/
Smoke a blunt that make me shake like parkisons/
Doin this cuz i love the game nothing above my aim/
I learned life on my own done some good also wrong/
Balance my head by writin songs couple blunts/
Hit a couple bongs/
The grain i go against damn some of niggas no longer exist/
still reppin mhc even its me only/
Love it when people sleep on/
Spit fire dragon lyrics feel tha heat homie?/
Walk tha street like Michael myers/
Lookin for a chick that look like a young mariah/
I make girls sing like a choir/
The ones who kno look at me wit desire/
I make rappers nervous its jus simple/
The freeze like they had a gun to they temple/
You could glasgowed buck 50'd or i can ya face some dimples/
Mainstream'll blackball me before i can record a song/
Make sure im never on its cool ill run tha underground/
I spit hot enough to change the weather zone/
Ppl talk in small tones around me where im known/
Eyes so low you can tell im gone/
**** what ya heard as kid i was still hella grown/
This chick came to me as the same of me/
What you tryin to be?/
And i said b...i.t.e its m.h.c.

Nice spitting playa

B i t c h e s out there tryna copy my style,but
they all a flop/
I'ma lyrical brain surgeon/
n u're just a lame version of my
thoughts/
my vision are clear like a hungry
man in a drought/
Im tired of watchin people gettin
slaughtered for money/
its code mayday now,
The Era of destroyed harmoney/
They feed us the lie,when they say
this life ain't a race/
just cause they are the slow
runners,they tryna hurdle our
pace/
Its the demon that approaches me
in my psychic mind/
I just try to rewind,
the fact that my heart is Divine/
life is just a game,
so be careful when you spin the
dice/
you know I am a man of my
word,so before I speak I think
twice/
kats out there keep rappin bout da cars,n the
bullets from ya tommy/
better go get a fk,
cos you ain't gettin one from me/





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**** you got dope lyrics as well lol i been finding myself havin to keep up lol

Lol thx Homie but i think yours are better.....i don't really do this anymore i Used to do it a lot in the pastand i aint battling but just sharing freestyles