aj wright

catch us on first 48..yea they love where i stay
and the only breaking news is 5 murders in 1 day..
car jack.. pickpocket..keep a couple snitches hostage.
robberys aint about shit.. they will kill you for a empty wallet..
NORTH MEMPHIS lol lame

lilsmokey13

comming at u on this motherfuken track//
for the pussys that dont no i am comming to attack//
8-0-5 is where i be//
until the fucking day i d.i.e//
they call me little smokey from the big bad OTG//
where every fucking day someone d.i.es//
i am so hot, hotter than lava//
when u catch me on the mike ill be speaching like obama//
cuz on the fucking mike i am the president//
but when i am alone iam independent//
i ryme and i ryme each and everyday//
so if u want to find me i stay cali forn i a//
thats all i got to say just for right now//
so laides and gentleman i will take my bowe//

Burt Blaze

no sir, you suck

I rep the location where skilled heads is impatient with shmucks
Every post you pastin lack tasteful punch placement and sucks
So quit dummy, give up on the scripts sonny, get on your knees
Hip hop wont be like your suckin dick money, you wont ever earn G's

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Breaks

where the mascot is Robin Hood/and the girls are all good/
and i'm still teeing off my home green/like Tiger Woods//
Nottingham is where i'm from/where shots enter
man/and at night it resembles the Somme//
where any-one dissing this city will cop some flak/
with Robin Hoods arrows/so call this a primative attack//

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I Come With The Beef Thats So Raw/I'll Bring
A Live Cow To Cook For Dinner To Your Door//

phillyboyate1

P-H-I-L/ Wait... I think tha name rings a bell.. Before the crack co cain brang tha sales/ Waay back ..green signs and street corners..Hustlin mothafuckas wit baking soda and feet warmers/ We Street Forman..you preschool dormin ..laughing atcha weak performance/ Its evi-dent my edu-cate is pathetic kid..Thats how i keep a smile where ever my presense is /imagine that ..the utmost flyest defiance is non compliant when im supplyin the raps..So keep ya ears tapped..cuz I bring tha fear that you queers lack..Im outta breathe Faggot..ask your boyfriend if he feels that......

LoDaMack

I represent Tha M, the one and only 9-0-1, home of fast bitches, set-ups and big guns,

Distribution Capital, halfway spot, trust nobody, get work and leave when you cop,

Cause these boys aint straight with a jacket on, Smile too much it might be some Jackin-On,

So I watch my back like a book-bag homes cause it only takes a second For em' to invade ya home.

(C)LoDaMack

LoDaMack

Real talk... an empty wallet

Status quo

We keep bats by the front door and knives by the headboard,
guns in the top drawer, shit do you want more/
Well...
we love cannabis clubs, people call us the humboldt strip mall,
with so much smoke up in the air, its like my towns about to lift off/
so just mind your p's and q's, and stick to the code,
and don't go pullin out a bankroll in front of a liquor sto/
Ya know... Haha... Peep
we got somoans and mexicans, philipinos and blacks,
even white people too, it's where we all be at/
chinese and panamanians, when's the last time you seen 1 of those,
and the females be ripe, just don't call them no hoes/
I seen that mistake made too many times before-
I remember 1 time this hoe... she bombed on this dude,
stunned him for a second like he didn't know what to do/
until he took out his tool... and got into his power stance,
he musta been a bay boy, the way he did the hammer dance/
we were the city opportunity, but that titles long outdated,
cuz by the time the navy base closed, crack had invaded/
but we got six flags, gracie's barbeque and the front room on the dock of the bay,
home to Jeff Gordon, CC Sabathia, E-40 and Mac Dre/.

Seven oh sev Vallejo ca, where most likely you probably got your game from

Young Pro.1

im from the bricks, where bullets miss, and leave the wall chipped
the projects, grape st., clock shit, cameras, tryna analyze ya
heard alot of mcs, but not like me that'll mesmorize ya, uh, energize ya
my streets is bubbalin hot wit cops circulain blocks lookin for fire
yup, my town is it, the streets get colored wit gang bangin mothafuckaz
and Im heated, if I dont choke this girl out, Ima beat it

aNiMoCiTy

imma problem damn

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(4-2) (2kos)

Wins: Burt Blaze, philosophies, black7series, Poizon Jk

Losses : Sound, Rudy

Noble

We'll start in Jerz and dictionaries with nouns and verbs//
Trenton streets, hoods, blocks, and curbs//
But how do I say where the fuck I'm from//
Been to hell and back and kingdom come//
Set foot in countries their hell on earth//
Seen people die from gunshots and births//
So I guess I'm from a developing state//
Anger mixed with violence and hate//

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Richard Corey? What type of name is that?//
You trying to be Keith Murray? Look where his career is at.//
Noble v Richard Corey circa. 2000.
You know nothing but love and respect for ya Richard

Rip my skin off, expose the nerve endings and I still wouldn't feel ya.

McEyun

we from Brampton Ontario
those two white cats you aint hear on your radio
or the stereo, and we don't really care yo
because we flow like rivers and rapids
its near toronto, your not hot though
thats what we say to these other emcees
who do what they please
but really have no steez, only dwell in sleeze
and we destroy rappers with eaze
till they on their knees
begging for mercy, saying please don't hurt me
lyrically, I destroy these dudes
who think they're rude
but its just a defect of their cocky attitude.

Si-borg

I'm from the mile high where niggas get pile drived for runnin mouths
run in houses duct tape ya son and spouse plus anyone around
leave notes readin " we know you're broke, we don't want millions or a hundred thou"
"We'll be happy to send em back when sequels of Saw quit comin out!!"

CR33

The mad one from the city of MelBurn,
Reppin one of tha best city's in world'n,
Girls ain't swirvin, weed beers bourbon,
Still ya gotta chuck ya jimmy hat on
don't wanna be burnin,

-Real talk,
Only burnin ya wanna be servin
is the writing on the wall,
Iron lack cans mad piece 8meters tall,

take any train line, dope styles world class,
mad heat thou, put up, ya best be fast,

Gotta be quick witted 2 survive in the city streets,
Think ya sweet, staunch fellas, cop a robbery down with a beat,

got buskers bustin rhymes, beatboxin, all fat,
even got fresh broth-ers tappin them pads-
swapin change for beats- yaw cant beat that,
want grass, e, speed, ice, places for smack,
get all high grade, just gotta meet the real cats,
If u real brother, then real u attract,

Just a brother droppin lines cold reppin DownUnder,
MelBurn City 2012, where the realist, make ya wonder!

--- ----20 minute on my phone,*
Fresh 4 2012- word

tryin2freestyle

we got the...

finest bubonic, sip, slip, trip,
you might get higher than a comet//
kush blanket rolled tight, spark em up if you got em,
palm trees and fine freaks, line the streets like roman columns//
asalamaleka, god,
peace to all my brethren and my maker,
peace to all my clippers cant forget my lakers//
the hipsters the gangsters, fuck it, peace to all the haters//
shit is so beautiful and grimey, you gotta see it to believe it//
sunshine in my driveway, every morning, noon, and evening//
the land of the brave, yupp, the land of the strong
the land where i be grubbin tacotrucks, early in the morn//
madd dogs, and bomb girlies, yea we gottem, all colors//
and the dispensaries, like mercados, they be huggin up the corners//
god i gotta be honest, every day my world be lookin pretty
wasn't born a native here, but ima ride for my city//

(323 Mid City/South Los Angeles)