go off the last line

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  1. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    (start your rhyme off the last line of the person above you)

    i shapeshift to a demon, dragon, and back to man again
    killin these posing emcees like they were mannequins
    spit magic that taste like acid, a rep so big its massive
    its not only time honored this shit is fuckin classic,
    so dope my lines get through harbours wrapped in plastic
    my raps are drastic, sometimes over-enthusiastic
    but it doesnt cause problems just ask the last guy he got his ass kicked
    i move landscapes like earthquakes, even my verse shakes
    when I discovered hip hop it was like a jackal tasting its first steak
    most emcee's are like stadiums - the turf's fake
    their flow's like a burst lake, i fuckin hearse these fruitcakes
    more hurt than toothaches, i cant be medicated
    rhymes so fly youd think ive levitated...
  2. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    rhymes so fly youd think ive levitated...

    ive never hesitated, but i stay resinated
    if i left hip hop, it would be like the president resignated
    i have so much drive im designated
    forever swervin,
    ive never left the concrete now im gettin what im deservin
    rhyme perversion, time's reversin
    raps so bomb the front lines be bursting
    sometimes im asked why i be cursing
    cuz i dont fucking give a shit thats the first thing
    but never the last, i like words that cut deep - limbs severed with glass
    enough heads bobbing ta freestyles ta represent whiplash
  3. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    Think I've levitated, happy I've even made it, rappers get cheese graded/
    still faded, off hydroponics slash chronic bomb atomic, religious like islamics/
    no comment, spit-vomit, sick-comit,kit's-on it, bubonic, plague-having/
    John Madden, hand grabbin', wack stabbin', back stabbin', fake-flagging/
    wannabe pant's saggin', destined for the paddy-waggon/
    fvckin' around with 'kit', get yo, mellon split, cause a solar eclipse/
    and leave ya mental in a fix, in the mix, like thick chicks/
    on youtube type-flicks, who's tightest? worthy, sir-ya highness/
    or the finest shine like gold diamonds, kit shinin'/
    Venice Beach vibin' [fro], peace to poseyedon on some all-time 'ish//
  4. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    whiplash.. like gym class, turning the 'cricked'-neck too fast/
    feels like a car crash, I'm far pass, half-assed, low or high class//
    with lyrical-pizzaz, like Vinny Paz on Stoupe tracks/
    who's that cool cat [fro], reminding you of a 'throwback' from the Jazz-era/
    mixed with "Pantera", hanna Barbera, Microphone Terror//
    Word, b. you have or have'nt heard of me? not really the purpose, b./
    Just lyrical surgery, verbal sorcery, carrying torches to foreign seas/
    wearing beaded leaves, like ancient greeks, when I speak/
    Make sure, that I don't reek, smell sweet, ready for pretty feminine freaks/
    filled with highly aroused heat, that's unique, to me specifically// [fro]
  5. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    filled with highly aroused heat, that's unique, to me specifically

    im a creep and i speak wickedly, needles prickin me, stickin me
    angels givin the hiv to me, unsolved mystery
    but never a closed case, posed face with exposed fate
    cold hate imposed late, higher than the decomposed rate
    rhymes more money than the proposed state,
    hold wait, ya soul's not supposed ta arrive till 8
    bill gates, skills so cold i serve a chilled plate
    im not a crooked psycho i kill straight,
    steel crate, so dope i feel great, no hope
    ima rhyme till im an old folk no joke
    so fresh youd think i sold scope, not an ace i hold jokes
    viral isotopes, i toss the dice in hopes
  6. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003

    in hopes, of tuff smoke, I could toke till I choke/
    grew in the land of the dogs and locs, don't provoke, just stay awoke,//
    but no need to be scared either, Unless where you live it's extra liver/
    cuz it's died since '91, though it's not a little tiny one//
    Yea, it's kind of grimy son, the street's is kind of slimy thun/
    either that or kikko, over sick instrumentals, kit here to bless it/
    sorta manifested, never incested, but yes I've insisted/
    on spitting sick balistic, in case u first missed it/
    nickel-plated titanium motar-rocket bombs/
    thrown from Zeus' palm/Any wack dude I harm,/
    ring the alarm, who's knows what kind of herb's on the farm?/
    or growin' in the homies back lawn, played position's like pawn's/
    only to get shitted on, not by the enemy, but by my OWN King, I guess I'm just a puppet on a string/
    In search of the 'Bling-Bling' and surving by any means,//
    I'm thumpin' apple-dumpling's comsumption'/
    Kid's ain't wantin' nuffin', call em out for bluffin'//
    Tell 'em, "Stop that", "Just pipe the fug down"/
    Cuz it's ON now, "do you hear you the background"?//
    The beat's funky than a mutha, so I gotta make you suffer/
    Tappin' on you like Savion Glover, for each, and one another//
  7. rsymyn

    rsymyn New Member

    Apr 22, 2007
    " Tappin' on you like Savion Glover, for each, and one another "
    05-16-2007 01:54 AM

    rapping till the song cues the gutter
    masking our laughing fumes by asking who's the other
    or passing through not worrying the hurrying of a brother
    a fake one even if a part of the lame bunch
    on a mission don't hate us if they play stuff to usher
    you know push on to hush us
    but they can't so we rant and wave
    this is our land we stay
    and if at chance we fade
    then I'm let this paragraph represent the path we made
  8. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    the path we made, in an infinte cypher, that simingly reminds me of the ring around Saturn/
    This eargasm'll, give you spasms, like "you got to have-um", new tracks gotta-grab-em//
    Gotta pack-um, in my back pocket, old-school like "Spacely Sprockett" enterprizes/
    And I was "George Jetson", lettin'. off in a spaceship, just like the matrix//
    freestyles is basic, simple: just lace it. down-packed, all ready, all strapped/
    hi-hat's, cymbals, I flow on that, across warning tracks, train tracks//
    main facts, I got to let be, known. This kid's no clone, shine like "E.T. phone home"/
    well known, off that well grown.. 26 year old, steel sold, moving earlobes/
    And fill gold in places worthy, rock 49er football jerseys, just to let kids know//
    what time it is, what rhyme it is, la finest ish, let me show you what grime ish is/
    2 timing ish, shining like a gold diamond redefining this//
    Ain't denying this, unless you want to/
    I come through like Kung-Fu, hit you with the 1, 2.. inhale and exhale, what my lungs do//
  9. 27SOSA

    27SOSA the finisher

    Jul 17, 2000
    Inhale and exhale,
    what my lungs do,
    hit the blunt through,
    muthafuck the whole world
    and mothafuck you,
    Pinero be my my side,
    Fuck all the haters,
    Jada presumed died,
    back, sooner than later,
    Listen to me quick,
    Cuz this is the real truth,
    I still got Styles,
    but my spit is the real proof,
    Jada with a capital,
    Styles with a big P,
    Bitches thinkin 50 got me down
    Now they dig me,
    Cuz I’m comin back raw,
    Sosa he smack hard,
    La cosa nostra gangsta shit
    cookin bricks in the backyard,
    Wanna hit the Lox up,
    Cuz we got the real shit,
    We ain’t got the bankroll,
    But we got the deal shit,
    60 on the front,
    40 on the back end,
    2 albums comin’
    2 blunts,
    neva jack friends,
    cuz I never forget,
    I never regret,
    I never stop doin’ it,
    Always stop to represent,
    When kiss hits the muahhh,
    Ya’ll need to know,
    That when shit hit the fan
    Then it’s time for y’all to go
  10. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    "Then it's time for y'all to go"/
    spit hollow-flows, at hollow-foes, wishing I hope you really follow those//
    follow those, wack wannabe, gat-flaunting-G's, sitting on Gold-Dee's, making Mo-cheese/
    Or bread, kid's be like, "You heard what he said"? off the top of the head?/
    It sounded, "straight-dread", meaning 'on-lock', could count me with a stop watch//
    how I pop-Ock's, the same how I slap-box, unorthodox, sippin' barcardi-on rocks/
    Concoct'd, a ton-spot's, we rocked, we's hot, give me the tree spot/
    use to be my theme-ock, back in '99 close to 2000//
    and sometime's I miss those days I spent 3 quarters in a haze/
    sippin' on Alize', psych, more like a 'Bud-light', had me walkin' like a thug-type//
    give mean mugs, and hold slight-spite/
    Now I'm the battling type, which seems like another addiction/
    this lyrical competition, with hella fan's, have to stay ready to slam/
    On each and every command like you ain't givin' a damn//
    and you can't really relate unless you a battler/
    lyrical-time traveler, wack-opponent dismantler//
    rippin' challenger's, by spittin' dagger-words/
    thought kind of obsurd, to just serve...//
  11. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

    Sep 18, 2001
    rippin' challenger's, by spittin' dagger-words/
    thought kind of obsurd, to just serve...//

    I get disturb when wackness occurs,
    break a back into thirds spittin
    You'll visit practioners,
    It isnt a accident
    My bars hold mc's prisoners
    thats why I writes so clear
    Guards equipped in riot gear
    pioneers die in here
    dont lie in fear, stand as a man
    cowards remain quiet and queer
    continue peel, the momentum steers
    in your directions
    so dont get me pissed like urinary infections
    its narrow to death when
    I spit obscene flows
    Throwing mean blows gruesome shown
    scripts like Quentin Tarantino
    Ill spills i'll kill bill Urkel Like Jaleel White
    till night I shine like daylight
    evil cuz I slay who you protray nice
  12. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    who you portray nice, I slay mic's with a rare type/
    unseen, amonst King's, you fronting, I'm punking//
    munching, skunking, passing kid's by fast/
    On the 2nd floor of school, only time you getting "high class"/
    think fast, cuz it's quick action, spit passion/
    ya style ain't P.H.A.T., enough yet, so quit Fastin'//
    oh well, "SHIT HAPPENS", been my trademark/
    And, I'm hard in different languages like Napolean Bonaparte//
  13. SwampThing

    SwampThing Catch a piledriver

    Apr 8, 2007
    And, I'm hard in different languages like Napolean Bonaparte//

    I Hone part of my Rambo knife//
    It takes two LIFE's//
    To get my cornbread//
    It's first blood on sight//
    Heads burst from the pipe//
    And spill ya Dreams south//
    N E Scapade pour the alcohol//
    When I Clean the cartridge out//
    Im like a spartan bout//
    We Rushin at ya whole army//
    Dump you in a wishin well terance trent d'arby//
    Ya straight garbage//
    Gettin parked upon a land fill//
    Inside a carpet//
    Keep my targets at a stand still//
  14. M-theory

    M-theory Saint Esprit

    Jan 4, 2001
    "Keep my targets at a stand still//"

    Tell 'em to freeze for the pain kill, disdained will
    Blame the brain, but please, for the love of God, be tranquil
    Enemy of the Mindstate, feedin' 'em pills to sedate
    Villains, filled with this hate that make 'em think they' great
    As if they graduate to a higher plane, threatened by the sane
    Delivered in the name of one holy, beckoned by the rage
    The cage, braided by chains, so they aimlessly maim
    Numerous people, under pseudonyms of evil... lucrative fecal
  15. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    Numerous people, under pseudonyms of evil... lucrative fecal

    like two fiends shoot the shit equal
    i speak like two lines, always comin up wit sequels
    and sometimes prequels and i always mean well
    and my rhymes predict the future like dreams tell
    i scheme hell, an bring the brimstone in my heat
    so underground i formed the base in my street
    amazin type feats, i devour mc's and i am what i eat
    goddamn am i neat, timed beat
    i ponder rhymes the same way a vegan minds meat
    dont got time for a dime cheat, i rhyme elite
    Alien on the mic, bringin acid with my lines i excrete
  16. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    excrete, this heat, will singe, pretend?, depends/
    on the situation, my sick demonstration, is king in all evaluations//
    wit, salutation's, this style be makin', all the playa hatin', slash intimadatin'/
    seem kind of ancient, malcontent, prominent, dominant crooked-conglomerants/
    make The Sopano's seem tolerant, what you screamin' and hollerin'?//
    man I stay botherin'/ Kid's I stay fatherin'/
    Lyrics stay scarring-an, feather and tarring the largest men//
    bone jarring, bizzarest-blends, smile in delight of the rainbow coloring/
    raining food from the sky, hamburgers is stormin in//
    Barney mc's I'm bombin' them, I can't stand the purple'n/
    I'm the lyrical form of Jackie Joyner hurdlein'//
    Barbells, I stay curlin' them, I'll go about 20 reps/
    Up at "Gold's Gym" doing multiple sets//
    this vocalist vet, like a Nascar when it wrecks/
    Pushin' rappers off me like "Leon Lett"//
    Neon's stretch, and hit where eon's met/
    This "Timberland"-vet'll stomp waterbugs, in three whole steps//
  17. RobinBanks

    RobinBanks Verbal Nunchucks

    May 19, 2007
    In Three Whole Steps, I Was Dispersed From Heaven/
    Let Life Elvove From The Cave Where The Sun Crept In/
    From The Same Cave That My Son Slept In/
    New Cultures Were Born And When The Rain Wept In/
    I Was Crying Then, And Caused The Earth To Move Simutaneously/
    My Blood Runs Rampant WithIn The Wine You Taste, You See/
    I Inhale, Exhale, Then Let You Feel The Wrath Of A Cold Breeze/
    Let These Red Seas, Hit Absolute Zero And Make Your Soul Freeze/
    'I.T. Had Turned The Fuck Off' But Only For A Moment To Breathe/
    You See, Molecules Still Move, And The Moment You Leave/
    I'll Be Back As Adam's Apple, Soon Ready To Speak In Tablets/
    And As Luck Would Have It, And Without As Being As Savage/
    I Took The 'Eve Off', Smoked Some Trees From The Garden/
    It's Only The Beginning, When The Killer Bees Start Swarmin.......
  18. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    It's Only The Beginning, When The Killer Bees Start Swarmin

    start swarmin, so kosher i got more fans than mc paul barmin
    i write my wraps on some charmin, whos that harmin?
    so dope im regulated by the FDA
    retirin mc's like my name was mark messier
    I bus' rhymes like interstate drug sales
    doc said there was more quack in my head than duck tails
    i said fuck rails, i wasnt trained i was engineered
    Im driving the cipher but ill let ya pretend ya steered
    every get the feelin all ya friends are queers?
    im a firm believer its cuz of the way they were reared. lol
  19. rsymyn

    rsymyn New Member

    Apr 22, 2007
    "im a firm believer its cuz of the way they were reared"

    crushin' the crush then here
    but listen they over there over with the peers
    in between the ears of the lobe and i hope they get close
    the flow or lines i'm kickin so fine its defined as written
    as i unwind the spinnin' of the lines like im' kickin'
    or in between the lines like linen but unlike the writtens
    cos really i was like zike but not kiddin'
    stand up like dancers once again im not kiddin'
    the jokester put ya hands up
    hand on the holster as i get closer to the dancers
    open floor they fallin just to ban us
    but i won't fall for it or even fall forward
    or look back wit these hood rats on the chase
    they smell my cheese but they ain't gettin it till hell might freeze
    or if there they serve ice cream money in different forms
    follow the lines and co-sign here
    good u listened to the end and never arranged me a beer
    these bars provide the grip so her ass can sit here
    bottle like a glass i mean model likened phat
    metaphorically speaking i only worried if they ready to be leaving
    without me
    hah all it takes is a bit of givin' and they buy it
    in fact not only buy it but they really wanna ride it
    like they really really like it no lies they love it
    like i say if ya private
    why dont u show it to me allow me to get closer and see ...n go public
    its no shh...like hush bitch
  20. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    Hush Bitch, gift thug ish, on some bugged shit/
    watch your mug flip like some gymnastical-rug ish//
    pass the licorice, you lack the gab an gift, peelin' bandaged strips/
    on chicks, while Gift rip's, some intergalactical/
    Unimaginagable-whirl-winding flows//
    performing jiu-jitsu kicks along with the bass and snare drum-kicks/
    this dumb. spit, prolly gives you numbness/
    hundreds, with a summons for consumption//
    we thumpin', chest bumpin', kids is wantin' nuffin'/
    eat kids cuz they turkeys like stove stop stuffin'//
    smifnoff beer drinking Russian, Vodka @ Foot Locker/
    Gettin' clothes cuz the Summer's hotter, Nike Air, Not Prada//
    All that goo goo and ga ga, up @ Club Gabah/
    Freestylin' like I'm Erick Estrada, my pen's hotter/
    Gotta... the top notcher
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