Freewrite- LIFE...

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  1. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Go with what you know
    stop at nothing with your flow
    make it spend it take it "LIFE"..let's Go!!
    test
  2. tbone

    tbone Well-Known Member

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    now i'm back in a shyt, wearing jewels getting paper/
    these cats haterz i don't mind them fools/
    let em run up and see the blast from the tool/
    aint no shook ones where i'm at "Crooklyn"
    staying on that B.I.G "Brooklyn"/
    no.no. don't get it twisted philly what I rep, and the heart where i stand at/
    I aint bout no games, when it go down it go down the same "bear trap"/
    do you hear that cause I aint fearing that, no time to feedback back in/
    JUST GO! green light on hoes cause money what we stacking/
    no joke what i'm rapping, going threw negatives & positives/
    picture me on a come up, verses holding heads like arms to hostages/
    bang bang boogie ya pride can't swallow this, old skool to new jacks/
    grown up to learn that, mature enough to spit that/
    know its bleek I aint ya average cat, spade so ya ryde out in maverick black/
    i aint tripping on shyt i'm sipping on this...life life
    and it still all good, though we can't ignore living trife
    so while i wash these rags just know i'm doubling money
    shoe box full of hundreds aint even double back smelling like money
    you nyggaz stay looking for content, while i'm stuck with the substance
    the actions that we take when we hustling
    whats the fuss about ya stay clowning
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  3. tbone

    tbone Well-Known Member

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    Go with what you know
    stop at nothing with your flow
    make it spend it take it "LIFE"..let's Go!!


    i put air into life turn life into portraits
    rarely seldom ya find a nygga like me
    gritty who come off gutter like me
    Really? if ya spike lee ya best do the right thing
    i'm not advertising or this isn't a commercial for nikies
    i'm just spiking the punch in rap while killing beats in the trap
    tire of cats who talk like this but live like that
    just to bring it back to collect like that
    funny type to hear my track, and change they rap
    why nyggaz wanna act like that, being broke off tabs
    I aint feeling that trash, but you wasting that cash
    wanting to let it rain in the club like its a bash
    I laugh sit back endure life with the math
    nyggaz feeling to talk but talking out they ass
    see thru em like glass when they rep'n they flags
    I aint gotta be on that tip I'm hard off my own dick
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  4. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    What up 6ft.....i see u t-bone good shit

    Im tired of tha bullshit,tired of tha pain
    tired of these pussy niggas, time to get paid
    im loose as a goose but im tied to tha game
    i've been grindin' for dayz
    money on my mind until i'm in a cage
    cant see u fuck niggas cuz im blinded by rage
    i rhyme to amaze,
    stay twisted off tha kush so my mind is a maze
    it got me goin' in circles,
    beat u black,blue,-n- purple...u erkel
    i stay grounded...but my flow uni-versal
    frestyle no rehearsal.
    But i still practice what i preach
    i still run tha streets,still serve patrick and patrice
    holla atcha boy i ship ya package in a week
    neva mind slow ya roll i think them crackas afta me
    but between me and u tha product satisfactory
    snitch on me u decease chop tha body dump tha meat mission complete
    have them same white folks thats lookin for me,fishin for feet
    tha streets cold, but tha prision is heat
    i'd rather freeze, my decision indeed
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  5. tbone

    tbone Well-Known Member

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    I spit life theres no key to my rhyme books
    freestyle on cats aint a bone in me shook
    I can rap I can trap but chose to be civilize
    aint a person in this world thats not in the public eyes
    I take that and visualize might trip from a natural high
    imagination closest thing to magic dreaming of the american pie
    so its money that I bow tie to mult-Ti
    coming from a low life who roll the dice
    so if you hot sauce i'm A1, lame right? u aint right game tight
    drop the real in the booth to them feeling the truth aight
    soon to take flight drop cyphers to yall feeling the hype
    wanting more than just the run for the mil of the fight
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  6. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Tbone!!
    Mr. Redeyez...yeah letz keep it going
    Go with what you know
    stop at nothing with your flow
    make it spend it take it "LIFE"..let's Go!!

    So walk with us, talk with me,
    and agree with some G's
    if not you can bleed for me,
    die for free
    haters stop plotting against me,
    you worse than obama’s haters
    while you waiting for me to faultier
    i’ll be by the rock of gibraltar
    praying you all die for being haters
    i know that sounds hard but that’s just me
    so i bust at you and your girl holding your seed
    against all odds; i will succeed, i will lead
    so go ahead and hate on a skinny nigga from cincy
    bitch you weak i hope you fall victim to the streets
    i speak what i see and i see the meek
    avoiding the weak minded spineless breed
    but that’s just me; you excel me?
    Is only make believe; you better than me?
    I’m on that surpass, outclass, type-belief
    this is why i outshine masses; haters you below me
    nobody can do better than i,
    no lie i keep that gangster on my side
    like ride or die nicca you better ride on my side.uh-uh
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  7. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    so much pressure as much pressure as a trigger squeeze
    i’m at 400 degrees sleeping in my own piss
    ptsd…i won’t claim it- lame sickness-
    real illness-real soldiers don’t claim this reality
    because we down with the sickness
    nightmare after nightmare freddy don’t got shit on this
    jason ain’t got shit on me my knifes a 6.5 projectile bitch
    i’m so sick so ill with it the will to do the deal without a glitch
    at any amount, life’s a bitch i’m going out my mind
    sitting in those 4 corner rooms counting 5to10 souls at a time
    every time the door close i pull my pistol grip close
    phucken imps harass me like camel spiders in 100 degree deserts
    i hustle to reflections of a barrel to my dome of depression
    doctors tell me i’m a IED intellectual evolutional demon
    i concur- i got too many of em in me so call me legion
    battling multiple worlds the dope world
    trying to retire out the corporate world
    i’m trap in my own maze dark matters my brain
    12 gauge can turn it to red matter splattered insane
    will it matter how i survive this messy ass game
    only God can settle this matter of Life
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  8. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Shii life, got my heart sick and on pink and white pills
    I’d get better but I sold all my heart to fames thrills
    I’m such a heartless nicca, y’all might know the deal
    converting from street life to work life is fucking 4real
    how can a street boss work under a corporate Boss
    when that boss see you rolling like Ricky Ross
    shits become tricky, haters try and test me, flex on me
    bitches just give me my bonus so I can flip its cost
    retire at 38, niccaz think I’m spitting fake thoughts
    I stay real at all cost as real as the gucci couch
    I’m dreaming and as I share- it’s a hater’s nightmare
    I go from SixfeetGround to BlackAce fitted cap to a derby hat
    Watching money stack giving it back,
    pats on the back for my reviews were top hats
    I live that double life suits and niggaz plotting behind my back
    Am I dreaming somebody wake me,
    my nicca got a hot one in the arm
    I heard his shit snap but I couldn’t blast back
    Haters caught us slipping without that strap
    I awoke on my keyboard to a text
    "A the homie just got jacked and his chained snatched"
    He got a bullet 4real
    niccaz got 15 carats off that jack
    Should I be grateful for where I’m at
    Naaa nicca retaliation is a must
    the devils hinged trap..LIFE!!
    test
  9. tbone

    tbone Well-Known Member

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    rising to the top been running on hot
    quit blowing out steam bubbling out pots
    cooking a lot fitting to set up shop
    if you nyggaz knew drugz you'll know I don't do rock
    passed through blocks to help stack my cheese
    been through a lot you don't know bout me
    hand over fist, nights without sleep, what you know bout streets
    still the same old me what you expect ya gone feel me
    prayer hands to those who couldn't finish the ryde
    know i'm bless my motivation moved by drive
    do haterz like criticism take em lightly
    people think i'm crazy shyt i just might be
    test
  10. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Never shall real niggaz stop
    I pray y’all keep it hot, just know only
    God or the devil could make you stop
    just don’t become hollowed out
    by street reasons alone you can’t mellow out
    the bloodshed & niggaz dying won’t stop
    and it’s all for what? Rubber band knots
    who can you trust?
    Shorts get you shot,
    hoes plot to get you got
    now the covenant’s body shoddy
    and shit falls apart, nobodies hot
    only the shottie, bodies around it cold
    I lived that life and luckily it got old
    now I can bake doe sitting by the stove
    staying warm off what’s home cooking
    money stacking to the kitchen ceiling
    yeah… I’m pastry dealing, cakes and pies
    shits legit, turnover be 20’s on the Lexus ride
    I keep it simple, palms itching
    no time to scratch the temple
    I’m mashing potatoes and growing my green
    My wish and my dreams
    Never shall real niggaz stop living their dreams
    Just avoid the hoods schemes
    To keep you where you dream..
    In this game of LIFE!!
    test
  11. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    wow ma nigga dat shit hard...real shit right there i can relate, u elevated yo flow since i last been hea good shit boi
    test
  12. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I'm whippin' babies... No 8-ball-
    but i'm pimpin' crazy... Space-age-
    i hate yall, like a myspace page-
    red on some new shit my old shit stank-
    i couldnt stand it 4 3 secs, like my old shit paint-
    i'm goin' too hard, try - not - to - faint-
    tha picture vivid aint' it?
    Blame it,.. On tha weed -n- liquor
    lil mama bad as hell my dick is gettin' bigger
    my money gettin' slimmer, time to mask up
    an eat pussies for dinner,my heart alaska
    ima' bastard... That will turn u into casper
    i be, crumblin' weed like crackers
    higher than a plane, hope tha pilot don't crash us
    vica versa like pastor, ima procraster (procrastinate)
    bad bitches flash us,
    then we mold em into hoes like clay, i beat it up like cassius...
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  13. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Mr.Red..i learn from the best..let's go!!

    I’m suited up like a president
    call me Obama
    Stupid cash stacks
    got me feeding dodoes drama
    No foes can kill my karma ,
    I’m a stunner
    word to mamma
    my future flow like Niagara
    I’m in your girl without Viagra
    She call me dark Vader
    My lit saber her savior
    Her nigga in shining armor
    I told you I was a stunner
    Running with Mr.Red & tbone
    We on
    wowing bitches
    like winners
    tell them other losers
    be gone
    6ftground touched down
    Touchdown 7 pounds
    Of weight got me
    ready to lay it down
    put the scales and weight down
    I’m off to get the world crown
    Smashing hater’s crowns
    Round for round knocking em out
    Rocky bout knocking haters out…LIFE!!
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  14. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    What’s up!!
    Mr. Wisher they call you mister
    I stay around wish-she washy push-hers
    mr. Book reader, no common sense hate hers
    y’all on that jail house sagg, so I don’t blame her
    later
    I got no time for debaters, ya’ll hateful
    I’m filled with respect ya’ll stay ungrateful
    my bad did 6ft touch a raw never
    awe the nerve of that nigga
    Later
    I put it on ya’ girl, got her calling me player
    I stay h.a.m when I’m on her
    running through her basis
    hitting home and searching every crevasse
    call me her prober
    I keep her calling me doctor
    doctor please, doctor operate
    open my floodgates he never made me
    climax/ for heaven sakes
    6ftground you take it to the max
    In fact you even make them crack
    I boil you up harden you up
    chop you up zip you up
    sell you like a slut,
    for real my haters
    let me keep you on the block
    I promise I’ll keep it hot
    but on the up and up
    you'er not
    What’s up!!
    test
  15. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    i sit alone in a four coner room staring at blunt's...4uckdeezniccaz

    Oh yes 6 said it, foul niccaz haters acting black
    you fake niccaz, go ahead and ban a 6 nicca
    wicked with the rite, when I’m wrong I aim wickedly right
    busting on you haters, got me on the edge of getting high
    like that Bar nigga, replies are shady like that politician
    my mission is stressin the competition, to the point they wishin
    6 marks on me like stigmata, 4uckthese other fake writers
    Bitch clique, dick riders, entourage, bytch, trix , and tick backstabbers
    Mud butt brown noses y’all all butt buddy posers…I give respect where it’s due bottomline 4UCQU
    test
  16. Dark-Vybe

    Dark-Vybe Active Member

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    country roads, dust in my dash n'
    miranda lambert, gunpowder n lead
    its another bone fire, many differant races
    all together, ta party off our faces
    w v, mountain momma take me home
    6 strings getting down like vikings dome
    we roam, we live, free like samples
    money on the mountaineers, no gamble
    blue n gold, 304, yeehaw we giddy up
    an aint shit enuff in our solo cups ta make us give up
    everynight, 3 am, party still poppin
    hittin pipes, tittie cams, hill billie rockin!
    test
  17. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    CITY KID
    Army soldier
    diversifying Iowa boys
    Taking hill Billy boys
    under my wings
    it’s a 19delta thing
    its a boot camp theme
    I got train killers on my team
    party hardy
    Bacardi party
    yager shots mostly
    Hennessey dreams distil through me
    I got those who scheme in
    In my acog scope
    now they forever sleeping
    after-words
    we poppin’ Arab bottles
    Drinking and partying
    until the ground rumbles
    PTSD shockwaves humbles
    got me locked and loaded
    turning up heavy metal music
    it don’t matter if you black or white
    we shoot it, party till you die like
    a rock God, Keep it rockin, like pure white
    test
  18. patrown

    patrown student for life

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    free write.


    they used to tell me i was doin wrong
    didn't choose to move me towards a brighter dawn,
    my fam had my back never confusing me for shady
    maybe self abuse lately took it's toll,
    now my souls hollow and building back the pieces has defeated the p urpose/
    scratched the surface nervously holding with white knuckles
    withdrawing hard so my presence isn't remiscent of death stalking
    breath drawing into my soul releasing energy confined for whole eternitys
    the worth of me deserting me from self induced bruises
    fused with fusion producing illusions
    test
  19. Bar nigga

    Bar nigga 314 STL Ancient of daze..

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    I Flirted with death n got my bitch life erk'd
    Havin her mad is the worst she wanna fist fight first
    she do the same like wait till a windy day to wear a skirt
    I tell her I'm leavin but the shit never work
    The ones that claim to be closer to God be the worst
    Go to any service U can look where they lurk
    Some Crooks smile with a smirk
    They say praises Then'll con u at church
    Like Cole in a penguin shirt
    Old ladies hittin people wit they purse
    Tryin to hear leon lonnie lust qoute a verse
    Outside work get slung by hustle man if sunday the first..
    Light'n L's uh that grandpapppy purp in big blunts too
    Since 12 I been on my 1 2
    I had too, gun fights, had two and Won 2
    I lifted the mag cool, still livin by ave rules
    Wrath of a titan cash rules my stance u can't move
    Quarter of a grand shoes, my swag is the nicest
    Life's a bitch and my bm's One too
    got me dealin wit pain I aint really Want to
    Child supported me but Here's what u ought knew,
    The Old old story is taught new
    My lawyers a jew so any cases caught new, get easily fought thru
    Evil entered they brain and rotted they souls
    Let God handle life, don't put devils in the know
    test
  20. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Let God handle life, don't put devils in the know

    and you can find
    me knees down in the snow
    looking up past the grey skies,
    at last -i received the glow
    i’ve been in the game
    around the game
    up in the game fo-sho
    i survived it
    as if you didn’t know
    from the glow of my flow
    where hood niccaz still
    be robbing G’s for doe
    not clamming that glory
    i guess my game peaked
    through my hood success
    i made it out that bitch
    and i’m always looking back
    been looking back every since
    Og’s still talk about dead president
    how nixon in seventy one
    made the kitchen his mission
    he wanted hustlers to treason
    drop the pot in the kitchen
    but niccaz didn't listen
    they wanted that carlos lehder’s 165 acre spot,
    in the Bahamas, sipping pina coladaz
    my dreams similar but the odds now are greater
    loyalty’s dimmer so I trust in the gloc forever
    When will the madness stop- I don’t know
    but I got to keep the kitchen cooking non- stop
    not that dope spot but that business spot
    the game- I twist it- legit now- I can breathe easy
    evolutions the shiit
    test
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