Keep this shit going

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  1. rancid

    rancid rancid

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    I'm rancid rap ya in plastin clap drastic
    I'm massive blasted masked on a vast acid littered wastland

    rhyms I've lasted in hackin at ya passive

    leavin mcs emaciated my brain splits
    laced in laths an vats ta carve ya faceless
    an graze ya takes for a lead in
    layin bleedin fleein the scene
    lookin for ya stomach after it meets
    steel ceraded blades that
    relieve life like sickles from a demon that strikes
    impersonating entangled rightous angels
    there blood on my hands now unravel hell
    in biblical portions of a psychlophyable riddles
    that trickle in ya medial fore brain bundels
    and explodes like twelve gauge loads
    goin through ya dome in slow mo
    show you the mold wit butter fly knives
    an slide pin tipped razor laced glides
    in ya mellon till ya start fightin fellons
    a phenominoma right ta pine
    in light ya lines up like a blunt---dimed

    I"m a wolf
    that wull devoure mcs whole
    in a blood soaked wool coat
    hope ya don't need anouther toke
    i"m bout ta roll off
    an shoot off at the mouth
    till my jaws shot off

    I spit
    punctured acutures
    spectacular acuracy
    rhyming anarchy
    to hierarchy archway fades blaze lax crack stacks in marches ta marksmen flashes charging through gilli suits like sniped snipers fell ravaged by wolverines touring tom fullery that causes entire contryies to fall of who are we

    I put tracks in the index
    like nuclear wireing specs

    genocideal tendenciesventure ta believe
    I'm a creature wit similar fetures and speed
    a video games givin kids sesures lyricly my ability
    is oriented around the large military ground atilery
    found in armies of Armageddon preditory and rhetoricly
    inclined ta hadle nines time ta time might find the blind
    kind a buck shot fires drives a boy ta loose his mind

    congruent truents that pivit align and define axis of power by the delivery of our blood line power to retime yer minds blind in lines pulitzer prizer winner of street howitzers that stand to defy lives unaware of the rhym in times of corpes law ya corpse is drawn out and found to be hind sight and decomposing encompassed in signs from the savage killing machines that pillaged any linguring preditors left as would be competition
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  2. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    some of you cats dont read directions or have no idea what "keep this shit going" means....

    if you cant figure it out youre suppsoed to got off the last guys line....
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  3. Cadet_Karma

    Cadet_Karma I used to give a fuck....

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    *wonders* DAMN I SAID THE SAMETHING TO MYSELF...
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  4. MagNifIsick

    MagNifIsick I'll Pimp On Yo Mama

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    this aint no fucken cypher lol

    shits like a collab lmao
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  5. A.S.B

    A.S.B I Don't Like You

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    ^^^

    Its funny and I under the impression/
    Some people can't follow the simpliest directions/
    In school the must have taken the short bus/
    The one that left early and got home before us/
    Don't give them directions, I say why bother/
    Is it that they're stupid or I'm just that smarter/
    I think its a combination of both/cause the words that I wrote/
    Can make any theory look like a hoax/
    I'm pass nice/ so bring it on ain't thats the task, right?/
    You can't smoke me with a broken crackpipe/
    Plus the only person I fear is God/
    Plus yall just characters, playing a part/
    And I'm the director I tell you where to end and to start/
    Plus your a target thats why I'm throwing these darts/
    You think you're in control but your really the mark/
    Just a cowardly lion whose missing his heart/
    So be careful, you better tip-toe in the dark/
    Before I re-arrange your features, have you looking like abstract art/
    And I know that is harsh, but I have to make sure you get the message/
    You can't negotiate, when you don't have any leverage/
    I hold all the cards, so you know I got the best hand/
    And you can be a deadman buried in the wetlands/
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  6. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    And you can be a deadman buried in the wetlands/

    look catchw0n here to savor the moments
    Keepin 3 nines back to back
    just to counter attack the triple six omen
    I crucifix the hopeless
    alot of yall acting like being wack is important
    Purposely defeating the purpose
    out doing one another to see how worst gets
    somebody needs to step in reverse the madness
    and stop sleeping on em like orthopedic mattress
    It must be nervousness
    that collaps the assertiveness
    catchw0n keepin it fat like perservatives
    and thats not a 1/3rd of it
    That means i got 3 quarters on reserves for the unfortunate
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  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    That means i got 3 quarters on reserves for the unfortunate

    when theres a sack of weed ya know im scorchin it
    straight torchin it, only got caught cuz someone reported it
    fuckin faggots,
    quick get a bucket with some earthworms an some yucky maggots-
    get em hooked on my lines like a buncha druggie addicts
    i dont come clean, im so dirty ill leave ya wit muddy asics
    most cats funds be spent but my funds be assets
    im everywhere i bust in the present an in the past-tense
    i see through the black lens, and ••••••• images my act sends
    this rooster shack lacks hens,
    i can rule the roost and this cat dont need no mack 10's
    but ill cut ya till ya back bends-
    maybe attack ya family and stab till ya lack friends
    i practice black zen an write my rapture wit fat pens
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  8. 2Xtreme

    2Xtreme a.k.a. Mad Static 4:14

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    Beat: T.I.- Ride Wit Me

    i practice black zen an write my rapture wit fat pens......

    Use notebooks for scriptures, at the sound of a "Amen"
    Heavy as metal jams that jam through your eardrums
    Such as the noise, when the bass from the woofers bump
    Not a role model, dysfunction to function with
    The system, I rebel, remember who ‘ya fuckin’ with
    Constructing magic in my dungeon, I’m an outcast
    Contrast the good from the evil, as I surpass
    Your accolades, they sit in the shade, and without that
    Your nada, you got lotta nerve, I’m known to bounce back
    From any situation, standing up to dictation
    The end of the sixteen’s sets up your final destination
    For your own horror and viewing pleasure
    Its time for me to measure up to my name and sever
    The ties and the hands dealt, taking the title belt
    Nose dive into the snow and watch your life melt
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  9. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    [i/]Nose dive into the snow and watch your life melt

    I’m Incognito, much like the tip of the world on melt
    now I got adversaries plot “n” in brain
    they should be pick “n” a plot for they grave,
    he got-got- w/a- shot hollowed at the point-
    now his lot is blank torn flesh and mangled joints
    It's burning pain w/twist-in lead exited he’s center mass
    shyt he shoulda worn a vest and a bullet proof mask
    instead he laying there in the streets of Bagdad....
    sand spot red bothsides got GOD blessin the dead
    Now you know who’s -who and who’s
    really straped in this rap mission......
    This 6 and this is no rap- this is vision
    negative to most life or death- 4some- it’s fearful decisions
    in stressful incursions- the situation got bombs launched from the sandman
    how you going to fight that man... with a night scope and many men.....
    I don't wish death on man just my adversaries.....
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  10. Profit C

    Profit C New Member

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    adversaries are very scary but we have to step it up
    escaltors invented to you have to let em up
    humble in a sig, I dig, but I won't dig
    I won't flip, but maybe I did, ya dig?
    still trip like cartoons, aimed at with harpoons
    sparked soon, my bad like bart tunes
    don't have a cow man, don't have a platter
    sometimes but not if it gets you fatter
    on the ladder I climb I was at an all time high
    seen the devil try to come inside and give me ride
    for my money, and 2 for the show
    but right away I told him him to go, ya know?
    coolsville....they say trust is needed
    girls they rush to see me, I had enough I'm leading
    but I'm not because there is one higher
    2extreme say "Amen" to the choir...peace sire....

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  11. Dex P. LaMorte

    Dex P. LaMorte New Member

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    bitch niggas be stepping up, wanting daps from the banter king/
    but Index P Lewis ain't known to keep friends like chandler bing/
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  12. YuNg WiZ

    YuNg WiZ aka L.O.G.I.C.

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    but Index P Lewis ain't known to keep friends like chandler bing

    but who needs friends when ends get low they pretend
    to be there til the end but refuse to even lend
    a couple dollars to help give power to the roamin scholar
    if knowledge is power, then why does it matter blue or white collar
    affirmative action backin the black movement it's drastic
    i take a pen and pad put a band of elastic around it and throw it in plastic
    fantastic
    crazy lazy niggas be leavin me in a daze surrounded by haze
    reminiscin on days listenin to the fray play i dunno wut to say
    didn't really listen to lyrics that didn't glisten was just pissed when
    I ditched the hoes who miss it and now they wanna diss him
    him bein me to every form and degree you see
    I be the illest g from the mil, not on tv, still free
    from any type of public display, I lay low you know
    my flow touch corners of the globe, a yung jehov
    I'm young but old
    in spirit I kno u hear it the holy spirit in my voice
    your near it, so fear it, your mind clear it to make the right choice
    ride wit the good side in pride and journey inside
    the mind of the suicidal homicide I provide
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  13. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    I make audiences come alive, cartier over my eyes,
    watching silent stares at the mic
    while I glide
    this is rare and fortifide, five star Sheraton sort of guy
    because i swear im handy man when I pipe
    These tools couldnt handle my jewels
    If they were Marc Jacob
    I break fools and all the rules liberators make up
    turning forums to a saunce w/ this warm radiance
    and when i tell em to give me bass
    I dont mean play the drums
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  14. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    and when i tell em to give me bass-
    I dont mean play the drums


    Im like ya eyeballs cuz im in ya face-
    i spit dope and if ya wanted a buzz ya could blaze my lungs-
    im in yer space with razor tongues!
    inner grace like the space made with a saber plunge
    I insist just smoke me and save yer drugs
    so potent ill embrace ya soul like our savior's hugs
    in small amounts i can damage ya cortex,
    i pimp rhymes like the mob managing whore sex
    ravishing vortex
    leaving em bummy like the homeless lavish on doorsteps
    planet of war threats
    fuck a full house i be handling four decks
    better than an extended family of mexicans inhabiting a fourplex
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  15. skittles

    skittles New Member

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    Cortex Vortex Whore Sex?/
    I wipe Floors wit kids strait up torture/
    run up On Sets slow/
    on text i take it back to the days of deathrow smoken sess on the westcoast/
    so may u rest n peace when u decease dead stretched out on the streets/
    wit my hand on my 9 as i proceed to smoke weed n sniff lines to get high u soul;s broken smoked quicka than roaches/
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  16. AriMayiK

    AriMayiK New Member

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    broken smoke quicka than roaches....

    i pass on the roaches, and when it comes to rappin i'm one of the coaches//
    i like to give pointers to up and comin cats, especially when they're one of my fans/
    i'm well known in the game like my name was patches o'houlihan//
    bombin lyrical dodgeballs at y'all, you can try to catch 'em/
    or be like my labrador retriever and try to fetch 'em//
    or be like an upcomin artist and try to sktech 'em/
    or just try to be peaceful and drop ya weapons//
    cuz rap ain't about violence, it's about coming together/
    because like the saying goes, a group is far better//
    than one mind, although mine shines through inclement weather/
    i use it to unite the community, so we can all succeed whether//
    you're poor or rich, thriving or close to extinction/
    when it comes to being a human, there is no distinction//
    between us all under the surface, my purpose is not to hurt us/
    but i run it back to the track like my last name was curtis//
    i'm aware i spit nonsense, but i just try to keep it goin/
    through all odds, arimayik keep it flowin//
    not blowin, or at least that's what i think/
    but who know's? who cares? so what if i stink//
    i'm gunna keep tryin until i get it right/
    so goodnight, sleep tight, i'll get outta ya sight//
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  17. skittles

    skittles New Member

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    Yea right,

    As Soon as u close ya eyelids/
    im n ya nightmare's over n over/
    waken up in cold swet's looken ov'a ya shoulda/
    so lets take it/
    to another level aramayik u taken ya las breathe/
    before i waiste you forever retired never to return like mase did/
    im fucken u up worse than if i took ur blunt n laced it/
    so stay on my dick emailen me n s hit asken me to join ya litl online clique/
    homie jus shut the fuck up/
    cuz me vs u in a bad combination/
    if this was a battle id get the fucken judges confirmation i kick enough shit to mix my own compilation/
    u lose i win end of conversation
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  18. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    Me and my boys get high like nasa space station
    I rock bathin apes for any special occassion
    spit greazy over another niggas tape
    I think im blazin
    I know niqqas be hatin, thats why I stay w/ the trey eight then
    they wanna see me out the game like troy aikman
    I call my fam cousins but no relation
    Dont think im buzzin I just drank a 8th of henn
    and if I dont get in the club the boy dont be spazin
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  19. 2Shay

    2Shay Englands Finest

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    Dont think im buzzin I just drank a 8th of henn
    and if I dont get in the club the boy dont be spazin



    Shit happens,
    I take my VIP card n unleash havoc,
    Dont stepup if i havent,
    Coz ill knock you down like my arm was a loose cannon,
    Im bruce banner,
    Ill scratch ya shit like the DJ was a panther,
    On the vynl its final n any bitch whines ill stomp my feet,
    Have you like a record wit sorry on repeat,
    N if you fail to cease,
    My left hook gonna put yo ass to sleep.​
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  20. Cadet_Karma

    Cadet_Karma I used to give a fuck....

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    my bitches be deep, in a black on black Lex jeep
    fuck being discret, cant hide a AK so everybody can see
    beware cuz stares can get you fucked up
    betchu aint know shorty had to nine tucked
    DAMN times up.... ya shit outta luck...when we ride up
    Life's a bitch you live on or you dont
    but by God's grace Im still here still moving this coke
    all day 'til they put me in the ground and the casket is closed
    can be now or next year nobody knows
    when Ill exhale my last breath thru my nose
    and these dudes...man outta sight outta mind
    why ride a dick when I can ride the block and stay on the grind
    to tell you the truth it seems like rappin is a waste of my time
    nobody be feelin my vibe, words be coming out but I feel like a mime
    so I say the FUCK THE WORLD and do what I do
    got business to attend to, dont give a fuck if I offend you
    man fuck you too and the hole that you came thru
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