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10-16-2007, 10:38 AM
|  | Senior Member Member | | Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: in Russia
Posts: 225
| | | Endivisual and everybody raper, who write rhymes. Maybe We write text here? I start.
A theme: "Representation"
We the flow already in half-forces,
All for a long time it is clear that we the best in a rap,
In fact we compose beautifully,
We have made that that did not do up to us,
Everyone the second will tell " It cool ",
We in a rap as kings and gods,
The others it is simple ugly creatures,
We winners and you know us,
To these you have let know to us that We your idols,
We those who have passed through a storm, fire and water,
Our rhymes are ruthless as in a pistol cartridges,
We best and talented,
Our talents are boundless,
Huh, huh, huh (Ruslan 7.62)
I am simple as sand, but important as gold,
I shall make that to you will be dear,
And you will see me, there where music,
I signed with whom the contract,
I am not familiar with Jay-Z, but I know what to give people,
Can be nonideal, but it is my rap,
Ideal each, each, each new track,
Our rap gold the rest stuff,
False rapers this theme not on a teeth. | 
10-16-2007, 03:50 PM
|  | Senior Member Member | | Join Date: Oct 2005
Posts: 2,785
| | Fake rappas come in packaging and delivery
But real flowing artists are fucked up in the head like Hilary
Come and diss ur ego but forget thier utilerary
So the next nigga dat disses me I promise Ima give em a special delivery
And before dey kno dey in da ER bleeding the water out like celery
Praying out loud and hopin to be saved like dey nailed to a cross in Calvary
So now dat my life on da line
Ima pack da AR 15s and make da blood on ur shirt shine
No we aint talkin about jus life
DIs is da type of shit dat will touch ur heart and cut jus like a knife
RAP MUSIC we out hea foreva
Actions unpredictiable and flows impecable jus like tomorrows weather
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10-17-2007, 09:29 AM
|  | Senior Member Member | | Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: in Russia
Posts: 225
| | | Ok I shall continue
This theme is devoted to all ascending stars of a rap,
Hey YO,
Ruslan and Mash, the VIP Who will continue?
Anybody? Then I shall tell and somebody will continue, because I 7.62 and now light calibre I and Mash, Yo.
Well how many it is possible to speak that you the best,
In fact you know that talents only in the street,
The Feeling of envy does not allow you to relax,
You do not like that We the best and you in a shit,
Such as you not a place on channel MTV,
And you in grief having collected dust,
Go to the underground for the present put.
And next day you always see me in the street,
Also see as I read the rap, huh,
And you cannot believe till now as I has left from streets and there were on a greater stage, huh,
Now you losers, and I the leader of a rap.
Ruslan and Mash, the VIP, I and Mash the best,
And who you, What you?
What for you read a rap? HUH,
But I shall give you one chance because any more who will not give,
Stop to dishonour a rap. | 
10-17-2007, 07:35 PM
|  | Moderator Moderator | | Join Date: May 2005 Location: NY
Posts: 3,118
| | Quote:
Originally Posted by Mash Fake rappas come in packaging and delivery
But real flowing artists are fucked up in the head like Hilary
Come and diss ur ego but forget thier utilerary
So the next nigga dat disses me I promise Ima give em a special delivery
And before dey kno dey in da ER bleeding the water out like celery
Praying out loud and hopin to be saved like dey nailed to a cross in Calvary
So now dat my life on da line
Ima pack da AR 15s and make da blood on ur shirt shine
No we aint talkin about jus life
DIs is da type of shit dat will touch ur heart and cut jus like a knife
RAP MUSIC we out hea foreva
Actions unpredictiable and flows impecable jus like tomorrows weather
>  | FUCK dude that was HOT! | 
10-17-2007, 07:47 PM
|  | Moderator Moderator | | Join Date: May 2005 Location: NY
Posts: 3,118
| | | i'm tired of watching wack MCs on MTV/
if they're hot rappers then what would Endi be? /
my rep is coming and going 360 and both ways/
i'm the youngest bitch in the game but bitch don't play/
they say they gangsta but i see that they myspaces are on prviate/
they say they ready for war but they ain't even ready for riots/
if you tell 'em to spit somethin hot you'd hear 'em be quiet/
rap and dem don't belong together like Mariah/
i must be fantastic cuz my 4 bars are on fire/ (cuz.. u no. fire boy in fantastic 4? lol)
im the only korean bitch that leads the game i created an empire/
labels want hot flows then they should keep lookin/
cuz i'm not satisfied with what they pick up in brooklyn/
all the way to atlanta even new orleans/
nobody say ay bay bay you don't have to prove yall lean/
i'm tired of dance music nobody got the rhymes/
they're wack as poets only trying to keep the tempo on time/
they say they freestyle but they already wrote it/
don't talk about gangsta shit if you don't know it/
you don't have the dick enough to blow it/
i'm tired of these wack rappers talkin homophobic/
if they say they'd fuck wit us they obviously can't fuck wit me/
if i make a hot album it'd only cost buck 50/
while you other fuckas cost 15 dollars for garbage/
they stop their music as soon as my bar hits/
my spit is too much to take like a bad tsunami/
so if i was you to fuck with it would certainly be not me/
cuz i kill and murder bitches that think they got skills/
hot skills and hot wheels too bad they don't get props still/
so instead of wastin ya good 15 dollars on losin sikes/
go spend good 15 minutes on my music sites/
Last edited by Endivisual : 10-17-2007 at 07:49 PM.
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10-29-2007, 11:48 AM
|  | The B.M.B. loner Member | | Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: ATL{Glen and Shady Park}
Posts: 2,068
| | | We still stand around still have creativity like we make Nintendo/
Like my name huh but not funny they just pretend though//
Most are just jokes but no punchline bland and laid out/
Some carry no rhythm so I laugh from their paid mouths//
Just dead and bland so my plan to rock the land/
Point at the fake point them out like I'm Uncle Sam//
We send a message so our message is how we live/
We are not celebrities just music needs is what we rip//
I could die tommorow but as long as I have hope/
I survive like soldiers but not fall from this rapping cope//
Why do they lie like it's real but they spit nonsense/
Keep their flow frozen in a refrigerator but it can't process//
Like Kanye West Stronger must last longer hip-hop is dead/
Guess Nas was right so these nights real rappers slowly wept//
3 great rappers here so they fear where we really stand/
Life is so short so we rap in this decaying land//
__________________ As you know I take this one/killing words like toting guns//
Now the contest up to par/should I rock a 16 bar//
I don’t know and I don’t care/judges known to sit in chairs//
It’s the pain and my despair/found my target so beware//
Target meaning for the crowd/not too cocky or too proud//
If you like it then I smile/see the proof and see the files//
End this cause of signature/small in space I will not slur//
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