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On December 25 2013 11:01 puppykiller wrote: Puns are EZ. See here's a freebe? I take the e out of e-sports, put it in rap and rape you repeatedly. Then I duplicate the Z, type z.z gg, no re :D
Don't quit your day job. :p
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Whatever bro, we could talk ICCUP Rank. When my SC is shit I Crank and you Drank. :D :D :D
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On December 25 2013 11:21 puppykiller wrote: Whatever bro, we could talk ICCUP Rank. When my SC is shit I Crank and you Drank. :D :D :D
Cringing so hard. My god.
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Telecom Style: "yo this is J-sizzle im the sizzle like an egg skittled and egg that is an egg yeah man i can be a crip this ship is the shit, pass dah shit so i can toke on it for a day i think or a bit"
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yo, yo p-killer. your rap is crap i recommend you go buy a map i hope asked for one when you sat on santa's lap i'm afk bro i think i need to take a nap.
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Less aggro here, play spot the puns
Artificial estuaries time to alter the flow, lost a loonie to the lotto thats the fuckin way she goes. Radiant rays raise risk like parcour, was on a quest for a little, but now I think I want more. Was once a good samaritan got fired from my block watch for drinkin with some angry adolescents playin hop-scotch. I like it on the rocks, something lost in translation, but now I'm rappin rare rivals quakin like some Haitians. I met an innocent girl and I showed her how to tickle low, now my homies get green when shes blowin on my Piccolo, cuz I take prudent women turn them into believers, now shes listening to Baby while adjustin her beaver. I once had a friend who got to meet Mr. Bean, he went rowin with Atkins, sippin swish and Listerine. I'm still just warmin up, J. Cole on an eliptical, mind fuckin bitches lets get metaphysical
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Now I'm back yet again, more fresh letterin, logical progression from sophomore to veteran, May-Bach ridin on these classical flows, Super Dave stuntin on fantastical hoes. These second-rates wanna be me in the worst way, haven't kicked a sweet 16 since their birthday. But you made a mistake, now your momma like a snake, sheddin 2 tears on 2 tiered cakes at your wake. Many aspects to this game but murder the common denominator, flippin fools like reciprocals don't need no calculator. A predictable predicament for those who lack predicates, verbal assault, spittin like speech impediments. Your career is a corpse, now its ridin fresh pine, flows fourth and long ain't even cross the scrimmage line. Terrible Terry Tate, ya I'll sack a tin-man, Yellow dots on your dome better pack it in man, now you ghost in a box doin penance for your crimes, rockin rock riddled watches cuz you're doin hard time. Livin in a crack shack with a snack lack, you're a sham, I'm an oversized genie in a boombox, Kazaam. Rub the treble and the bass, might gain 3 wishes, no competition on this road to perdition and riches. With more bills than Buffalo, got your woman lookin dough eyed, baritone buggati goin down for a low ride. If I didn't know better then I'd say that shes a tenor with more range than rover bury my bone when I let her. Chain-gang construction, machinations of a jail-road, the bulge in my jeans lookin like I got a whale stowed, So fishtail on snowbanks but you're never catchin my drift, the good gold is buried, so its worth it to sift, but shallow students satisfied by iron pyrite, authentication questioned when it doesn't bite right, shadows sendin shivers stay stuck to a light bright, so I emulate the moon, only stay fly by night. But Kid Cud the only man on the moon, blue cheese, Huntin for that pigeon fromage, coo-cheese. Enlighten through my bars yeah I'm portcullis preachin, like a white light from stars be a beacon to the deacon. Vocabulary flexible, makin metaphors morph, hyperbole abounds make a mountain of a dwarf. You can't write raps so you full time hate shit, Sketchers on your feet but you full-time trace shit, my flows require multiple bites, like a lays chip, Toodles to your marbles Peter Pan on a space-ship, and I'm out.
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On December 25 2013 14:30 puppykiller wrote: Did you write that o.o?
Ya I wrote the second one i just posted too
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On December 25 2013 14:38 nvs. wrote:Ya I wrote the second one i just posted too
Do you have any songs on sound cloud or anything? If you could couple those lines with flow and delivery I could see it making some waves.
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On December 25 2013 15:23 Disciple7 wrote:Show nested quote +On December 25 2013 14:38 nvs. wrote:On December 25 2013 14:30 puppykiller wrote: Did you write that o.o? Ya I wrote the second one i just posted too Do you have any songs on sound cloud or anything? If you could couple those lines with flow and delivery I could see it making some waves.
I've started teaching myself how to make beats using Propellerhead Reason and Logic Pro, the goal in the new year is to setup a workable home studio and start making songs.
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On December 25 2013 15:33 nvs. wrote:Show nested quote +On December 25 2013 15:23 Disciple7 wrote:On December 25 2013 14:38 nvs. wrote:On December 25 2013 14:30 puppykiller wrote: Did you write that o.o? Ya I wrote the second one i just posted too Do you have any songs on sound cloud or anything? If you could couple those lines with flow and delivery I could see it making some waves. I've started teaching myself how to make beats using Propellerhead Reason and Logic Pro, the goal in the new year is to setup a workable home studio and start making songs.
If you haven't bought any of those yet I recommend you to check out FL studio and Ableton live (my personal favourite) videos on Youtube before really delving into any of the DAWs. I personally find Reason to be unnecessarily complicated.
Good luck!
We're all waiting for yours =)))
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I personally find Reason to be unnecessarily complicated.
Agreed, I don't think I will be going with it. I'm glad I got to test it out in demo before blindly dropping 200+ dollars.
I've tried FL but not Ableton, thanks.
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Despite scorn, I was born to whip crowds into revelry Pass on a career in porn, because b-flat is as sharp as I'll ever be Take the force and energy, mentally bend it and burn as an effigy I am the fulcrum on the lever, centered to be what you can never be No one can ever step on me, I take the game with an ounce of levity When I storm off, no one can weather me, sever shreds cleverly I'm in the cut, wit sharp so Polonius can take back that line about brevity Light up microphones like a pack of matchsticks And put all you rap fascists in hapless caskets Don't even give a crap about the win-loss on my matchlist I have laser-focus, so I know where hope is like I have cybernetic attachments and a tachyon escape hatch with a latch quick that pulls faster than fucking rabbits Other rappers take a seat, I render you obsolete for the rest of your tenure What do you expect but inequity when I'm wrecking thee transgressors It's chess not checkers, it's whatever, I'll wreck you on a record at any vector I'm cold as snow in 20 below, but you know you just blow like a zephyr a burning zeppelin, you'll never hinder burgs of my architecture My energy exudes supremacy, no clemency for wannabe contenders pretenders, offenders, court jesters, dredgers and nominal oppressors My enemies are anemones, immune to telepathy with no brain receptors I was broke apart, but I'm strong like an oak in the park, most have no hope in dark I'll pull your bones apart, I'm Joan of Arc, lead men into battle, jump in the ocean and own a shark You can never test the Ronin art, I'm a rhyme animal stepping off of Noah's ark Armed armies clashing in the Roman arc, where the kill zone is dark Quantum reduction, destruction at a molecular level, blowing quarks to bits I'm orchestrating a morbid hit to send an orca into orbit, but I'm just a dork with tits I'm just bored and absorb the hits, a porpoise pointing at the moon and I can't afford to miss It'll be hell up in this helm, because I'd hit the stray stars However you must've felt within this realm, I'd get my own quasar In fact, the universe can collapse back into a singularity Eyes stare at me, glaring, as I laugh at the hilarity The sign says beware of me, be wary and be scared of me Your tarot declares you'll be the next subject of a parody Like seeing a fake video of rainbow dash fucking rarity No air of error, like Bush and the war on terror, the game ain't prepared for me I'm too arrogant and unfair to expend any sense of clarity Nobody knows what it even means like a bombardment of propaganda Subliminal message even though I put the answer in every stanza Damn, I'm just a panda eating bamboo in a tandem bonanza Rays of gamma slamming you while you handle your banana None of you contribute nada, inflicted by stigmata Smoking pot on a sunday sonata while reciting some cantata So I gotta dice you into carne asada persona non grata This ain't no mahabharata, it's just me breaking your arm with an omoplata
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nvs,here,hold my beer,I can do this fo sho, don't stand in the front row tho,never know when he might decide to take a piss during the show. Regardless,watch em handle the wordpress, even had the nuns undress while cheering god bless. A odd mess,some say he heartless, never out in town dressed to impress, catch em with a bummy hoodie and a fanny full of ses.
Wrote this one from his rockin chair while plain chess. King of the jest,but still sharp like a 10 blade, looney jacket in his crest,collectin funny hats made of MCs flayed. So move along but don't get caught alone, lookin back twice,throwin a mal de ojo, unwilling to pay the price of a knife slice.
Ho Ho Ho,the fat guy with the big bag is here bringing ya'll enough rhymes to last a whole year. Not for free tho,he take your grandmas fine china as compensation. "HOLD THIS ABERRATION!",villain on the getaway, stealin nachos from the gas station,with no contemplation. "Damn,where ya think he underway?" the most common question, probably to the bay,boarding a bout to Bombay, Bye USnA!,it's been nice,but them peeps'll make my merch for half da price. A crook gone corporate,the thought made them blurch crispy rice.
So be patient and await the kings return,while buying shit that over sea he churn, moral of stealin? don't fuck with the villain and shit that ain't your concern.
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I saw a flawless beauty balanced braless on a nautilus, put her on my naughty list, the hotty list, where all the top bodies is, my words enticed her mind, got her sprawled on a khaki sofa, she told me "miso horny" so now I'm ramen her yakisoba. She says she has a sister and she loves how I take care of rhymes, so now I'm fucking Swedish twins, entering new para-dimes. Spent a nickle on that tickle-pickle, took a quarter hour, took longer than expected so I took a shorter shower. My life is living lavish plebs would never understand, the way you live your life wouldn't earn a shrug from Ayn Rand. College collage, cut and paste knowledge, better cite when you bite when using second hand drawlage. I'm from the school of verbal art, I can drawl with the best of em, your rhymes monosyllabic so you can crawl with the rest of em. Jailhouse Beethoven, pleadin for the 5th. No need to speak its instrumental that you feel this. You ain't into normal shit, on the quest for strange erections, from fifty foreign fillys doin tricep extensions. But now those dreams are over, your girl says shes prego, so now you're eatin eggos doin kegels in a Winnebago. Look into the future take a gander at your lifes peak, watchin repeats eatin reheated meats while your wife cheats. Clueless culinarily, splittin old baloney. Me? I'll mange macaroni then maybe rig a Tony. Cuz the whole world's a stage, and I Will Shake it for its fruit, Dr. Dre's got the remedy, just make sure that you dilute
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Aye yo Kefka stop acting like a hustler You're just a kiddo relying on a ghost writer Using someone else's lyrics, thinking you're a hot shit With no external aid, You'll go down in a single hit Rapping requires skills that you just fucking lack You sound like shit and your rhymes are whack You lack the brains to write a single letter Back the fuck up dude even Lil Wayne is better Stop exposing your presence and let someone else run the show Take your beer back, go back and just lay low I don't even know why you came up in the first place You can't get words together and you got a shitty flow Just like John Cena dissin on Jay and Fabulous You look like an attention whore, like the Kardashians You should thank god that cops don't see your bars Because that's the reason why you're not behind the bars You're nerd with a keyboard and an e-peen which is limpin You should stop bitchin because i'm pimpin Like Jay says: H to the izzo, V to the isa When I start rappin, your pants get jizzy
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Short one inspired by the hobbit. And since everyone is now putting in effort.
Barreling forth as a perilous chore, Eriador, bares it's sheathed swords. Arrows sear towards, verily worn, terror steeped orcs. There will be war, carrion spawned, fair heroes born, areas scourged, rare evil adored. Spare me the lore, blare free the horns, herald the dawn.
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