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  1. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    'if I had a car'

    if I had a car, life would be much easier/
    I could travel far like I was a space meteor//
    or andre ethier, playin for the dodgers/
    I could hit the game without anyone to bother//
    my father owned like 2 or three cars/
    and he let us have one that we use to drive far//
    but we didn't keep the car because it got stolen/
    they found it in long beach, where somebody was rollin//
    and I like the Trojans, so Ill paint it cardinal/
    with a little gold so the look would be marginal//
    but, I beg ya parton though, back to my acura/
    it was my first car, and it looked so spectacular//
    I, bought it, for like 4,000,/
    without any dents you could tell, man it was just soo arousing//
    and I hooked up the speakers, so the beats were very well/
    had, the Rockford fosgate's, and a cd player that was swell//
    but it eventually broke, and got robbed, by some neighbor/
    but it wasn't, good, not more, so they did,me a favor//
    but I had to get a window, because, the other got smashed/
    went to the car and all I saw was wire's and glass//
    in fact, I was soo happy when I got my first car/
    but slowly I stopped caring about it, which was a flaw//
    I forgot what it was like to have to ride the bus/
    where you could go no where, and inside you cuss//
    cus I can't stay out at night, cus the busses would pass/
    so I can't go to blowed, or urban underground and laugh//
    so next time I get a car that I can call my own/
    imma take care of it, like a queen on the throne//
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  2. lazerscope

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    Sometimes I ponder on life's meaning and zone
    The weed let's my thoughts free to roam
    Forget that, start scheming on a freak to bone
    Then slide off like a baseball player stealing home
    Word ~ Living in the now is such a seductive dream
    But I live in a reality where I must get cream
    Boss telling me how to form a productive team
    While my mind's on sparking up bud's of green
    Next day, my feet are in the warm sands of _______
    The sun rises and sets, and I shed a tear
    I had to beckon back to what my spirit was before
    I kiss my woman, close my eyes, and then my mind soars
    To a place of no wars, tragedies, pain or grief
    A thousand years in that place would be oh so brief
    The green leaves of the papaya tree call me to their embrace
    There's a million miles away...I must get to that place
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  3. Kron

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    They were asking if I'm still around... washed up
    cool, let your feelings drown... Kron's grilling crowns...
    Whether you like it or not, or wish to fight it...
    Just know that when the curtain is drawn? The shit's recited...
    So don't try to prick a giant...
    Cause I'm not washed up. Go ahead, pick a hydrant.
    Got your death warrant available if you wish to sign it...
    I don't rock a mask or disguise when my tracks on the rise...
    I always keep my music behind the pupil like the back of the eyes...
    Yes... I went with that, don't blame me.
    Got some "dickriders" supposedly. Won't hate me.
    Colder than ever, tell the Polar bear, I'm over here.
    Been a frozen pair of icicles my whole career...
    "Now, Kron, you know it ain't a career" well it's art,
    and I'm painting in here... every day of the year...
    That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash
    than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter...
    Interwoven rhymes, one line from another...
    Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...
    That means it keeps going, frame by frame.
    Still driving, never changed the lane. And you wonder why your game stays the same...
    That's because if you don't experiment with it?
    How the fuck do you expect to explode? It lacks chemistry!
    Look up the boy in the book, I can rap endlessly...
    I go into my room and act like a black menace, b...
    Might as well call me Dennis when this powers evoked...
    With a clean approach at the root, I'm out of your Scope...
    You cowards can hope for the change to come...
    brain's deranged, exchanging puns... with these weak faggots that...
    Can't get down wit' the funk...
    End up going up to the mic to say what's up, and despite...
    Resources saying not to... they do anyways like they got to...
    You're looking at a top dude...
    You're on the Rolodex... you just stop through...
    Saying that you're the best, it's just not true.
    Stay beast-ing. Comfortable with my wordplay...
    Right from the soil, don't give a fuck what the herbs say...
    I push a pesticide, when I'm doing my dirt, lay
    a plant in the ground like I gave a fuck about Earth day...
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  4. lazerscope

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    Formulate thoughts, sent ya girl home to make sauce
    Followed her, beat the brakes off, checked my watch, had to take off
    Like a lear, but I won't crash like Aaliyah
    Niggaz know me as the nicest round town, I'm far from square
    Don't you know, son, that I gets the work done?
    Who you think all these niggaz styles birthed from?
    Niggaz bite my bars even before my verse done
    But still their best shit can't compare to my worse one
    Catch a Murkk-One, for me, ain't really too difficult
    Plus all religions are the same...no two different cults
    Mufuckaz act all talk and talk about that gunplay
    But in my face be sweating more than pastors on a Sunday
    I'm fly and moving fast, like planes on the runway
    I fly to Milan and pick my date for the night on the runway
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  5. Kron

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    Then I was like, my pen's the medicine, right?
    I'm seen in a menacing light, to some, scum, but I'm "Out Of Sight"
    like the old catchphrase, n' Omen - back in my old text days..
    A weirdo, take you back to 69' like the grown sex craze..
    Then throw you in the back of the truck, like a known sex trade..
    Don't text me. Words upset me. I'm a net nerd..
    at text words, directly. An expert like Dexter to death, we..
    certainly have an inspiration for my cynical ways..
    I'm in clinic, dazed.... pivoting blades at any lyrical mage...
    Had that "Bomb Flow", she said... I said, "In here? it's grenades"..
    If you thought you were puzzled before? Then this is here's a maze"..
    You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back
    to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha',
    n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..
    Godspeed... thank the lord that you're not me.
    I've had colleagues say I'm raps modern Gilbert Gottfried..
    That was a slap to my face... yeah, I've had my mistakes...
    But shit, don't you DARE compare to that LOUD SON OF A BITCH..
    Cause when I summon my pitch, I swear a frequency like
    that doesn't fucking exist...n' trust me, I'm as tough as it gets..
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  6. Reno Reigns Supreme

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    cuz im clutch with the spits, watch your defeats bounce high like chucks in the six
    you just suck at the script, pen pushing booty like doggy style when fucking a bitch
    im loving this shit, you could'nt spit hard if ya treated ya teeth to brusing with dicks
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  7. Kron

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    Lol...

    The discussion is this...
    I'm like a Russian, destructive as shit...
    Muscle exists on the exterior of each punch that I spit...
    So technically? I am weaponry used at a price...
    A fusion of light cascading on each vision to make my music as bright...
    So you students are just unusual hype...
    Feeling like you're on top of the world? I made a visit, next stop is your girl...
    Sick of myself, I'd probably hurl
    up so much vomit, a thorough investigation of my autopsy would be of my body, unfurled...
    Yeah... this is just acid rap.
    So "tech"-nically correct with each metaphor, there's an app for that...
    And to top it off? I gotta drop...
    My thoughts are an uncontrolled intersection every bar, and there's not a "stop"
    I get my rocks off knowing that you'll be mad at dude...
    I'm STONE cold, and there's a glass house on every avenue...
    If the Devil wears Prada? then shit, I'm robbing his ass...
    And showing em' what a real furnace looks like, since he's not in my class...
    Burn fire, you hear the choir talk in outlining chalk...
    Tie the top of the torso to the hinge n' drive around the entire block...!
    Ha... that's a sad fate for ya ass, mate...
    Fuck the trash, straight shots to make you wiggle around...
    On my own private island; ain't got time
    for you Gilligan clowns... drilling em' like a Sergeant, I'm militant bound...
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  8. lazerscope

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    Moves diligent now ~ Not feeling me? Wow
    Check the speed of light, I'm similar with sound
    So catch up knuckleheads, ya'll niggaz is Wonder Bread
    With ya crew the type to get hype on the reg
    But when you dolo it's a no-no, your puffed chest is all promo
    Faggot, cuz only with niggaz behind you is when you showboat (No Homo)
    So fuck that, I'm beasting on chumps, too much seeds in ya blunts
    I change chicks quicker than models change heels every month
    Hoes wanna stunt, ya'll the type to support 'em
    I cut 'em off, abort 'em, after sexual contortion
    This is intellectual extortion, and wack niggaz is broke
    Rap niggaz is toast, when I attack at 'em with quotes
    Yeah...no trespass on my intellectual property
    No actor, but I'm the block Oscar nominee
    Me in rap is like a motherfuckin' robbery
    The Luftanza Heist, all my stanzas bite!
    Oh ya'll niggaz "made"? Just means you the Tony Danza type!
    2 extra bars for retards sayin' I'm not nice!
    Bye!
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  9. Kron

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    Word... the top vice... give y'all a cold box, like blocked ice
    Still going at stop lights...
    Yeah... real talk, I peel off like...
    A banana do, no hammer to damage any of you bamma dudes...
    Whoa... wasn't like I was talking down...
    I just gave y'all a new spot to walk around...
    Heard Tupac and thought of how I'd lay out the blueprint...
    While reality called out to me like, "Stay on your music"
    I prayed I'd do it... a slave to the trance while the new wave of dance
    hit the scene... found a spot I'd come sit between...
    It's in my DNA, switched to a different gene...
    Shit, tried to flip to drama, found out it isn't me...
    Me... Joe Greene on my whole team...
    Fall back, that's with no Lean...
    In the car, while I blow weed smoke, get a nose bleed...
    Call it Heath Ledger (why?) I almost OD'd...
    That's what they told me...
    Put life in the game... but it won't breathe... so shall I proceed?
    Yes... my latitude still fly...
    attitude real high... travel through filled skies...
    When will the realize my momentum?
    Got a passion to spar... rapping above the bar, car crashing on Mars...
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  10. lazerscope

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    I could rap on guitar, bashin' you 'tards
    Have half of you nursing gashes brandishing scars
    I'm laughing at ya'll, like "This is my comp?"
    Squeezing into heels is the only way you handling pumps!
    What do anarchists want? To watch this fuckin' bitch burn
    Like a hoe with angry fire ants jammed in her cunt!
    Any gangster gets slumped, manhandling you punks
    Fuck ya'll...I poly with financial savages at brunch!
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  11. Kron

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    See, the average's of rappers have been stumped...
    You'll likely see the type of MC you like doing anything to be hype on the scene...
    That's why they're fighting wit' schemes...
    Trying to wrestle wit' bears... that's why the top business prospects are investing in shares
    pressed into locked job markets to share with the rest of their peers
    That's why the pressure, despair of texture got investors aware...
    the treasures is here... middle class citizens can't get a career...
    litigations and tyranny... appear to be
    the only ones of hearing thee' down low on clowns, yo...
    They now know... ready to pressure the game...
    More than any one adventure contains
    Hard to mention my name... school yard bully
    to the elementary frame... hard talk, their defense is the same...
    All squawk, call a birdie to that...
    Train of thought got aim when I'm wording a track...
    Out of my shell, hard cracked... like Taco Bell...
    Devil's pie serving it, every step's a walk in hell...
    I've lost my bravado, stopped caring for this...
    I guess doing it still adds to my arrogant niche...
    It's a cliche to say I have drive, arrive on the Free way...
    But still be a merchant "on line", like it's Ebay...
    It's ya D-day. Sweet, make the teeth ache.
    While you work the machines, aye, I'll be there with the free weights...
    I freebase... going out of every flow, like a speed chase...
    Each pace, got baggage, like Springer does with a brief case...
    Yeah that raw flow... Alaskan cod...
    Setting out that master rod... out of this world, it looks like I crashed my pod...
    like Roger did... no Stan Smith...
    Grown man shit... your blow make a fan quit...
    Hungry still, I'm ready for the banquet...
    Ahead of my times, lines plan to outlive my grand kids...
    Fuck is you saying? Talking about you hustling...
    They don't put muscle in... I'm like, "where your hustle been?"
    Where it at? Cause out here, I'm gearin' black...
    Twins come out, get you and the misses - call it the Parent Trap...
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  12. lazerscope

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    Not too many prepared for that, they just some scary rats
    Won't dare to match or challenge me when I bare the facts
    Watch me air these raps, like clothes on the line
    Intelligence quotient refined, mind like sparkling wine
    When I die, ancient Egyptian spirits will be guarding my shrine
    My city's a concrete jungle, 'n yours just a garden to mine
    The author of crime ~ Scripts I pen are embezzlement
    Characters with maleficence, no praise for The Beneficent
    Penmanship like...Oh fuck, who really cares, to be blunt
    All of us in a cypher, we spit in the same font
    I see the same metaphors, similes, the same punch
    Niggaz copycat nice lines after it's said once
    But still somehow my thoughts be streaming
    Like your 6 pm news hour on ya tv this evening
    Only solace that I get is from this el that I'm steaming
    It's the only substance made that keeps me from SCREAMING!
    I peep life with low eyes, looking out for low-lifes
    And I'm half-deaf now cuz the wack ones hold mics
    I flow nice like, benevolent rivers into seas
    'n I stay getting zeros like hedge fund indices
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  13. Kron

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    Some tight keys... to open the door, exploring the nice breeze...
    I don't think a giant's where these heights be...
    On top of the mountain... popping the mouth in of these talking accountants...
    Wanna rock the foundation before they get off their announcement...
    Been official since I dropped in the house, and plopped on the couch, man...
    Now I'm Oscar the Grouch, popping you out of the trash can...
    Having a blast with rap shit... hear the treble and base...
    from my mental the instrumental is placed in the centre to resonate states...
    Yeah... Cerebral get everyone of you seen from a distance...
    Die a clean instant death if I see a gleam of resistance...
    To me? No need for a picture... got em' in frame like a lottery game...
    Off the top of the chain, no thoughts, just a lobotomy brain
    With no body, insane... I know the bars, but I'm not a Dufresne...
    They won't get me in the system, it's like a prison with the shit that I write...
    The fifth edition, complete with pictures and light...
    fixtures... I'm Mike... Tyson... no biting Holyfield... but
    The flow's so surreal... Nobody knows how it goes, until...
    They get knocked out right in their asses for fighting this madness...
    Quite sad, actually. Take it on the chin...
    Walk out that motherfucking bar with a demonic grin
    On him, then proceed to take that pipe out, like Lex Steele...
    Watch em' vets squeal out that fuck when it gets real...
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  14. lazerscope

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    Men peel...off in anything smoking
    Whenever that thing-thing's smoking, no joking
    The appeal of the streets got niggaz roped in
    'Til they hanging from trees, clothes blood-stained 'n soaking...
    I'm on a mission, like a tour-of-duty vet
    To change the position, of my people in my neck...
    Of the woods, getting doe off the books
    Where I'm from most niggaz often crooks
    Out of necessity, not for the fame or the glory
    Cuz even niggaz before me got the same story
    Broken homes, no jobs, no education and all struggle
    So we bond with g's, criminals that'll love you
    But when the shit goes down, they quick snitching on you
    I guess these days ain't too many people loyal
    I spit this all for you, flowing like Arabian oil
    Planting these seeds to grow like trees from dark soil
    But Imma keep coolin', plain tee and some new Jordans
    Knots in my pocket can't be cut, they Gordian
    Fold you rap niggaz like a mu'fucking accordian
    This verse is just a warning...Believe me....
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  15. Kron

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    My formula morbid and easy... but not in the way that you think
    I kill, serrate the edge of the knife and play a game with the wife of your neighbor...
    Just so you have a realization that your life is in danger
    tell you motherfuckers how it's like to get the pipe from a stranger!
    Hanh? Niggas don't hear me though...
    This is that Timothy Leary flow...
    Scary bro...
    lyrics go off the top of the chopping block; introducing the guillotine...
    Gorilla mean.... my skrilla' out there, rocking Chinchilla jeans..
    HANH... who the fuck says that shit?
    I don't know, just thought of it to be honest, bitch...
    Monotonous floats the airwaves conscious, which...
    Ditching my effort to rip out the tonsils with a scoop from the Raisin Bran box cover...
    I did not stutter... hit your face and wait
    for you to respond... music beyond any student who learned
    the truth that's dawned... on your reality...
    Walking on the fine line of challenging... bring the fucking talent in...
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  16. chuhks

    chuhks New Member

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    Yo if i had a car i wud run over my boss, crumble her up like paper toss, aint got nothing goin on, nothin but my job, when i try to write rhymes my pen shits out a blob, i should go to college but i cant afford it, why am i writin dz shit, i cant support it, fuck it im stuck wid it, pass da microphone so i can hit it

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  17. K.I.T.

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    lyrical, Imma start this, point blank/
    hella tuff like Master P and his big tank//
    Im pullin rank, on all you young soldiers/
    drink ya style down like it was a cup of Folgers//
    In the morning, cus I gotta wake you up/
    to the style that's definetly gonna shake you up//
    To the new, news, that we bring to you crews/
    you lookin confused almost battered and bruised//
    I didn't mean that I had totake it there/
    But I had to make sure, everything was fair//
    and you was lookin scared, almost ill prepared/
    to take on a freestyled double, dare//
    And Im rare almost one of a kind/
    scarey like a Tech Nine when it's time to shine//
    I be on point, just like a needle/
    havfe you seein other people just like evil Knievel//
    Performing stunts, after that rollin blunts/
    It's been like 14 years since I rolled a blunt//
    But it don't matter, peace to my homeboy Scatter/
    Got a new type of plan from here to Nevada//
    Im takin out matters, cus it don't mean that much/
    Pass me the ball, Ill hit the shot in the clutch//
    Where Im from, people don' really give a fuck/
    That's why sometimes you gotta just back up//
    And live to fight another day/
    Old School like Easy E and Doctor Dre//
    NWA, niggas with a attitude/
    have you runnin the other way is what the battle do//
    Splatter fools, till they get the point/
    that me + my man are gonna rock this joint//
    and that's official were gonna lock it down/
    Have you runnin away like a basset hound//
    Im at you clowns, if you thinking it's sweet/
    turn ya girlfriend into the freak of the week//
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  18. lazerscope

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    Too much heat in the streets; I vaca to the tropics
    Rappers my sons like they my biologic'
    My outlook on life misanthropic, the new Howard Hughes
    Putting the pressure on you coward dudes with my power moves
    See me in a cloud of boom, my brain's in outer space
    I grill with the permanent doubter's face, like...
    These cats ain't on my wavelength, I made bank
    Breaking rules and never once gave thanks
    Ya'll could claim rank if you wanna, but that's a loser's move
    Leave it to up to Success to choose who's who
    Mix that with toil and perspiration, then the dough you'll be facin'
    And chasin' bad hoes will be entertainment
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  19. Kron

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    Yeah... it's been a game with... changes per frame
    the curtain closes... the flash from the photography after is worth the poses...
    See the camera lights hit in a circular motion...
    exerting the motion for the celebrities the smiling faces is worth the devotion...
    But like I said, the curtains are closing...
    It's your last dance, flirt with emotion...
    But the flames are hot at the ball, so what's the purpose of 'toasting'...???
    I grip reality firmly... never to let it fall from my grasp...
    Appalling, I pass the baton like I was taking it from all of this trash...
    But they like to call it the past, the alcoholic
    walk of fame, 12 steps... The Devil's face, revelled inside of Hell's nest...
    At least I'm well dressed, and no, I'm not talking trash
    Verbal Kint... they'll find out after they drop that Kobayashi glass
    I don't get lost in facts... witness the diagnostic crash
    the main CPU through the system when they get off their ass...
    A craft so lethal it's used seldom... bruising
    the fire works, Independence Day throughout the entire verse...
    Ugh.. ugly as sin... face hard to look at...
    the mug of his grin... smug, drugs he was smuggling in, bugs him again...
    However, isn't that how the dice is rolled?
    It's like, watching the traffic lights in slow... motion... right after ya go...
    This whole debacle'll tackle your soul
    like tobacco you smoke... medical lapses, a raspier throat...
    Gotta wear the patches and hope...
    That ceases the addiction...
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  20. K.I.T.

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    entertainment, that's how we get our funds nowadays/
    once the lyrics, stay, blowing spots like grenades//
    that and ak's, you cat's, better make way/
    have you running like Al Cowlands, and oj//
    on the freeway, while smashing out in the white bronco/
    im the head honcho, from here to toronto//
    bullet, points stay hollow tip, ready for the apocalypse/
    while balling like the new York knicks//
    or the giants, Im an la, rap tyrant,/
    moving silent hella, violent, hella vibrant,//
    when practicing my rhyme kicks/
    your are invited, but don't leave here crying//
    talking bout what I did/
    since u decided,//
    to take the next step at it/
    claiming you a rap addict//
    coming up out of the attic/
    don't, mess around, cus it might get tragic//
    craftmatic,/
    moving automatic,//
    no cause,for static, its all magic/
    raid, niggas, or black flag-it//
    let me, take a stab at it/
    to see what I can come up with//
    I can't wait till the day that im pussy whipped/
    she had double-d's and was thick//
    I toss rappers like they bricks at the free-throw line/
    albert Einstein bringin new theorys in a rhyme//
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