Got a verse (rap or otherwise) that you want to share, or just feel like letting your feelings out here and now...well go ahead!! The floor is yours... Take it to the edge and see how the moon shines, Lyrical measurements so the world can hear the base lines, Multi-complex shadows waiting for the right time, To force it out the 09 And slowly drop their night rhymes. I whipped that up then.... ** remember a verse, no 5 page pieces
She can’t hide no matter how hard she tries Her secret disguise behind the lies And at night she cries away her pride With eyes shut tight and staring at her inside All her friends know why she can’t sleep at night All her family asking if she's all right All she wants to do is get rid of this hell Well all she's gotta do is stop kidding herself
Some guy, I think his name is Shanoda or Shinoda, stole this lyrics from me couple of years ago. He put them into a rap song even though I wrote it to country music. Sick bastard
Some guy, I think his name is Shanoda or Shinoda, stole this lyrics from me couple of years ago. He put them into a rap song even though I wrote it to country music. Sick bastard [/b][/quote] ahhh see thats why copyright was invented...tisk tisk....
Some guy, I think his name is Shanoda or Shinoda, stole this lyrics from me couple of years ago. He put them into a rap song even though I wrote it to country music. Sick bastard [/b][/quote] DUDE!!!
Some guy, I think his name is Shanoda or Shinoda, stole this lyrics from me couple of years ago. He put them into a rap song even though I wrote it to country music. Sick bastard [/b][/quote] I believe his name is Mike shangoga and he is releasing a solo album called mouse-huge or somthing which features bands called Styles of Unknown,Uncommon,Holy Book and Ron Myth or somthing like that. Well atleast thats the talk from th' old town
I believe his name is Mike shangoga and he is releasing a solo album called mouse-huge or somthing which features bands called Styles of Unknown,Uncommon,Holy Book and Ron Myth or somthing like that. Well atleast thats the talk from th' old town [/b][/quote] Shangoga, right! That's his name! Thanks! He's releasing a solo album? :angry: I won't be buying it.
Shangoga, right! That's his name! Thanks! He's releasing a solo album? :angry: I won't be buying it. [/b][/quote]
Okay this sounds like a sixth grader's little stupid song they would sing in choir class at school... It is everywhere you see it is in the air you breathe it is inside you and me Love is all around you now if you believe you'll find out It is in the walls of your house sleep to the sound When you have forgotten about love Just remember who you are and you will find the one I made it into a song on my comp and believe me- it sounds better as a song than a poem read like above. It sucks
You're all Pumped up, puffed up, ready to fight But have you got any hot rhymes to shine under the light? You're just buyin' the music, someone else writin' your shit So when real emcees take the stage, you'd better be ready for it And you feel it, watch the words nail you down You can tell you've been beaten, taken straight to the ground Brace yourself, it's coming, and you're heading for the end Anything you've got to say now is just irrelevant All that fake, commercial shit can got out your window And be ready for me too, I'm coming for you, so You'd better run, you'd better run real fast 'Cause the next verse you rap may well be your last I execute precisely, killin' it with energy You're just talking loud, saying nothing, you're not an emcee Be careful what you say, man, I'll spit until you drown Step out of line, you'll be history by the next round - The_Chemist a verse i wrote a while back... i posted it an earlier version in a freestyling thread on the FM boards.
I wrote this during Saunderitos(how do you spell it?) RAP topic, but didn't post it. Heshboys got that skill that gets you killed for not paying your bills I told you I am back and not standing still Here to collect checks putting your face on the grill This barbeques got you all in a frill Chill till I get my money you owed to me Stepping back on the streets with new beats for hunting I am putting up a concert for ladies in tight skirts Went to church, and left with everything burnt Filling up the seats, but leaving out the dead beats Change your sheets cause I can see your sweating I am not letting you go with out seeing the secret weapon There’s going to be destruction when I find out you’re fronting Trying to pretend like you’re something and not stepping Were going to ride this night looking for a nice fight Step on the pedal or get out of the car door, or I’ll put you to work on the streets looking for Uncle who’s poor I’ll beat you as easy as taking pickles out of a jar Making a sandwich and still on par Cooking with best with raw fish I am getting rock solid doing the bench press Strutting through the 24 with rocking some more Slapping some bitches this is gore Holler back at me from 1st and 2nd Here’s the next lesson Get back at me with a Porsche or Chevy or step into detention I didn’t mention that I would strap you to listening No smudges on my shirt, because I stay off the dirt No wrinkles in my cuffs, but I stay hard at work Everyone is giving gifts at birth Mine is to make sure you’re paying your purse