Post your raps. Wrote this earlier on
My attitude stinks worse than my ass
That's why I'm the first to get searched and harassed as if I'm purchasin grass
Thirstin for cash got me searchin for purses to snatch
Virgins to flash
Murders to hatch
Al Capone, I cut coke with detergent and glass
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
I'm 200% nigga
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
Why do police hate niggas?
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
They hate us cause our dicks is bigga
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
Why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
Cause im a mother fucking nigga!
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
Why you drink so much beer?
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
I dont drink beer, I drink malt liquor
lmao
oreagano123
Rap boomp
>T. Kyle from the suburbs with Rich parents
This thread looks like it's about to die. Really nice Eminem style lyrics tho. Here's a song I wrote.
Title Intermission
Hol up intermission,
I been getting vicious
Getting money over bitches,
Other cats still bitching,
But it's dog eat dog,
But we all in the Vision
Ain't no cover under fire,
Hell fire with precision
I Made a decision
I made me a choice,
To be one amongst man
Not a man among boys,
Got a couple gram fans,
Now her pussy get moist
Got a couple damn grand,
Now the bitchs make noise,
Hanging with the slimes,
Bitches getting chosen,
I'm devil certified but my heart stay frozen
Got the super suit,
And the power just to match,
Got my ice on deck
Everywhere and that's a fact
I was running rings round the niggas, on the track,
Super sonic got the bling and the water on tap.
Used to be a hero, shit, till it got me vilified
Heart on my sleeve, on my wrist, killing time
Pause
Yeah that's a fact homie,
Everywhere I go I gotta keep the gat on me
Devil got me in my bag keep the Sack on me
Do whatever put the brodys on my back homie
I be jumping from wherever like a cat homie,
I be in matte black flying like a bat homie,
Outta hell outta time, going back homie.
Outta dodge, outta line, get the gat homie
Long pause (Cont.)
t.Kevin from the suburb with middle-class parents
Rap is fucking degenerate and you shouldn't rot your mind with that nigger garbags.
(Cont.) Pt. 2
Taste and more it's oncor,
Bitches want an encore
Used to be beyond poor,
And I couldn't want more,
Now I want for nothing,
Nothing as in fact,
Nothing seems perfect,
silence and the black
Going mad hatter,
Rabbit in the hat
Messing up the house,
Conrad and the cat,
Girl kinda cray
Fake name that'sa tap
Ding dong ditch, when im done thats a wrap,
Got the devil on shoulder fucking telling me chill, shit
I ain't bout to listen when I'm sipping on this ill shit.
I been get sicker but my pockets getting thicker nigga
Liver say no but I drown da bitch in liquor nigga
I don't give a fuck,
Everything is finite,
So who am I to care if I don't get my fucking mind right
Stepping from the dark, stepping right into the limelight
Cast shadows from the ceiling, I reprise my divine right
Pause
Basically im God nigga,
Killing super human beings like I'm zodd nigga,
Hol up wait I was a hero now I'm not nigga,
I'm a villain, crime pays, whatcha got nigga
My favorite rappers are Eminem, Marshall Mathers, and Slim Shady.
Cause he's white and I'm white.
No, but seriously, cringe retard. Every normalfag 15 year old writes rap lyrics now.
Do you do any creative stuff?
My favorite rappers are Eminem, Marshall Mathers, and Slim Shady.
Cause he's white and I'm white.
No, but seriously, cringe retard. Every normalfag 15 year old writes rap lyrics now. At least the classic gangster rappers had a message behind their music and knew how to construct a song. And that still continues with underground rap today, but you guys are probably white, so I'll wager you listen to Joji or XXX or Lil Xan like every high schooler.
translation from a swedish 1981 folk song (so not a rap), changed up a bit to fit 2019. if you want any references explained ask
When the lie factory is burning,
Out from it an old man comes:
And he mindlessly turns on cable,
And then he swallow both fact and fable:
Says "Donald Trump is a fascist scum,
And no American should own a gun!"
When the lie factory is burning..
When the lie factory is burning,
A woman lets out a scream:
"I think my son has become a nazi,
How can he question, how can he not see?
That Bernie Sanders would be a dream,
He'd tear the patriarchy at the seams."
When the lie factory is burning..
When the lie factory is burning,
A little boy thinks that:
"Why is that newswoman almost crying?
And what is wrong with an airship flying?
And why is dad wearing a pink hat,
And why's the dog getting called a cat?"
When the lie factory is burning..
When the lie factory is burning,
And the struggle is truly real
When the west world has lost tradition,
A billion people without a mission,
Then it is racist to call for peace,
As firemen get replaced by police,
When the lie factory is burning!
Here's a muslima feet for u so u can admit how weak you are the west belongs to muslima queens
Rape boomp
transform like fourier
y'all niggas gay
more.
do you have some other muslim feet? I have the ones of the right girl.
>seems to be burning at the neighbors
this song is called crank dat ginger boy
all you have to do is snap a gingers neck
crank dat ginger boy crank dat ginger boy
Im going to put gingers in concentration camps
Biggie phonetics because I'm fat and from NY.
I hit the concrete like sonic boom
Ironic tunes on my headpiece
I'm setting up soon
I skert, like a nerd, to the grounds downtown
Where I hound a spot, to put these rocks of soot
They're cooked from books, stocked in lots
Locked with dots, that I just turned hot for this plot
If I see a bogie? I'm going G, supreme
Talk word, get big wit it if I'm unheard
Set one, It's red now onto the next.
Set two, elated I can't wait for the rest.
Set three, shivers comin hibbity jibbity
Set four, I got no more play things with me.
Oklahoma 's where the wind blows.
Storms a comin, thank the mad crow.
It's done,
This'll help show em all.
It's done
Bill em all, bill em all X2
I wait and watch like a rookie,
I crack a smile, with the new me
I sack a dime, bidding my time
Hiding in plain sight, while I'm riding the line
Writing rights, you'll see me in the paper tonight
Tic, toc, tic, toc, gonna blow the whole block.
Here come the kids play-
Grounded in my place-
Meant to say grace
Up goes the ground-
Dead goes the sound
Waves of concussive force
Full of dope-
I mean if you could feel,
What it felt as I watched it unfold
And saw all the creases as the peace in recess
Blew and transformed into recess pieces
It doesn't matter what becomes of me,
I fulfilled a dream that lets me be.
It's done,
This'll help show em all,
It's done, bill em all bill em all X2
Kill em, Kill em
Bill em, bill em,
Kill em, kill em,
Bill em, bill em
Here is one I started but never finished
You are jones
Son of papa jones and heir to the throne
Sat on by crones now nothing but bones buried in stone
Taken from castles laid waste and replaced with Jones tomes
Turned into Jones homes
Paving the way for Jones alone to roam
And who am I? I am Smith
I am the furnace and earnest I will consume all knowledge contained in your book and then burn it
My hammer is fire and fire is pain
And it pains me to know that few and far between are cursing your name
Bout a guy listening to "The sound of silence" by Simon and Garfunkel on his way to bomb a playground.