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Anoniem
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"Rap God"


Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity brat
Packing a MAC in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves toroot for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)
MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bust a rhyme'
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
Into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay-looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, looking boy
You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d'you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
Of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, 'cause

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You're rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep-throating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself
In the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me
My honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize
What I do though for good
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch Iscribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes
But sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
On "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP
One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line
Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel
With fucking cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man
While he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special
On the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you with supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music
You make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop."
'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk. So, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
Still "Chunky, but Funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
Here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life's handing you lemons
Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard, be a king?
Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?


8 woorden :
lose / jealous / scratch / watching / run / inspired / you / love /
Anoniem
Internationale ster



mogen we meerdere inzenden? :))
Stud
Internationale ster



LamourXx schreef:
animal - harry shotta
No kicking back, no intro, straight inNo time off, in the kitchen bakingLike Raekwon I’m a chef with the recipeBest of me ain’t been seen yet, Destiny’sChild wild child with the wild freestyleSo wild with the style, I was raised on Chester PSkinnyman poetry, poisonous pedigreeFuse rap with the DNB so cleverlyNobody in DNB is lyrically ahead of meAnd they will never be, I’m ahead of them on the melody Jealousy, better be, switched off quick'fore I kill these clowns like Ben did Heather BFriends turned enemy, when you getbetter feesI’ll bun lickle rats and I’ll tief your cheddar cheeseMinor, the rhyme asylum, my dinerDiamond drill flows in your brain, co-signerOf Azza and Grima, grimy one linerLike Grim Sickers, I’ll black bin bag himToe tag him, tag up the Great Wall of ChinaI'm a rhymer, that can’t be compared to anybody I swearI sink your cruise linerBring any crew and I’ll spin ya best rhymerAnyone friend or foe, get to know manTell me I’m major, I’m yet to blowMan are hogging the mic, spitting hundred barsI spit a quick sixteen, when I get to flowAnd make a boy look stupid, go and ask Rude KidMy time on the set, you better move itNo I don’t, wanna go back to backWith 2 tracks, two twos, you're wack and I’ll prove itSuper human lyrically murdering any riddimYou can do it in a second I reckon, I get a brudda fumingYou're assuming you could even kick it with me lyricallyA miracle for you to even try with your gimmickyStyle so simplistic stupidityThe soul of mischief nine three till infinityI graduated from the school of SkibadeeShabba D, Fallacy, Wu-Tang Killa BeeAlien ability, flow so militaryMaster like P, No Limit G, bil a treeKick back acrobat with these acronymsAnd sublimes, abstract with agilityJ Dilla tracks spin round in my memoryI’mcold with the meti’s, punchlines and similesLike Krept, but you can’t clone nobody similarSick on the mic, like my don MynatureRoom turn to a furnaceWhen I finish a thirty two massacre, go and ask LinekerI’m man of the (match)When I draw for the (match)Mix liquor with the gas on the track, I’m sinisterI, don’t trust any prime ministerAny MP, with their nasty ways, I’m DillinjaCarry on, killing the riddim with lyricismAnd when I’m with Scru, the flow just gets fizzierEveryone says my bookings are nutsBut I screw them down, I wanna be busierI’m a spinners, that's why you dizzierRhyme chlamydia, what? Getting rid of yaSmooth like Nivea, lotion, potentPugilist, lyricist properly smokingThe mic while you’re probably sulking, no kingWe can’t collab' on a tune insultingIntelligence, you’re no relevant, boastingBout you got bars, but I heard your barsAnd all I’m saying is kid better stick to hostingI’ll bring out the rage and Zack de la Roch' himMix rap with the DNB, nobody seeing meI do a six hour set like I’m Andy CFrom the start to the E-N-DMy fee 3 bags, and the X-0 BrandyYou can ask Fatman D, I’m biological on these beatsAnd my Young Gunz handyWith their fist, don’t get it twist, man ain’t trying to warBut don’t play me for no GandhiI’ll play dirty, kill 'em on a riddim, you know, we getmurkyMan a man are big since Kool Skool, trust me a true schooldonTake shots at Shotta; the certified CertiGo and ask Funky, Flirt he, knows the levsWhen I take my aim and expertlyShut the ting down from earlyWith a strong flow, big combo like Eks Man and Erbzie(Wha) duppy any bloodclart ShubzIn the manor in the man are on taking your goodsDem man are too boog, try looking all hoodWith the hoody up, half way crooks get shookFrom a lyrical acrobat, back to back with thatSmacking the track, I see change adapt to thatWacking 'em back with that, pattern attack the trackAny tempo don man dem ah rap to thatBack to back with that, dark up a deep trackWhat’s going on Phants, bring the beat backI’m Organik on the riddim I’ll eat thatYour top three don’t include me, delete thatYour opinion nah nah nah, keep thatTo yourself, scratch that fuck off and tweet thatAny publicity good publicitySweet boys don’t get brave, don’t speak backI’ma speak that real talk, me be wackNever gonna happen, I’m dope like a G packG’s in the game see thatI’m a G, when it comes to to the wordplay, GG we crackGrey Goose, ganging it, banging it, we lackIn no area, my G’s be thatClique in the corner, skanking to 2PacUnderground kings, but you already knew thatTrue that, who that, rude cat, man ah move thatFood to the fiends in the clubs when I slew thatStage show, music junkie’s want new rapsAddicts all panic, when I serve up new tracksLick this, chew that, bars, I do thatCup of tea brew that, write me a new rapYou cats scared of the lavaThe flow father, ring of fire I just jump through thatDynamite flow, so sick, hypnosisIn the summer solstice, I’m getting explosiveImpulsive rhymer, injecting two dosageSo corrosive, and these jokers know thisThe oldest trick in the book it won’t work on meWith the bars I’m berserk, better focusOn the front line, I’ma deal with the jokersTracks so dope, it's transcending culturesMan ah man talking 'bout there bigger or badderI kill 'em with the venom, pulling up the ladderI’m mad as a mad hatter, mad as a BlackadderDealing with the matter, the maddest and baddest UK rapperTrack smacker, Chewbacca, slew rappers, you rappers, ain’tdappersI’m a dappa dan, you mother fuckers look knackered, weakNow it’s all getting all peakGot everybody talking like Nicki and MeekUnique on a riddim political like PeekDon’t speak, no doubt, I’m Insta your KeekDoing everything you wanna but never gonna I leekTracks hotter than the weather in MozambiqueI’m a freak of nature it’s not that deepMan ask how did I get so many barsMy advice to the bredda was, "Donny don’t sleep"Out rap anybody in the club, in the streetAny new school don that they say’s got heatTake time take seat, take note while I beat this beatBeep-Beep, flat line, I’ll eatYour heart like English Frank, take no defeatAny cipher without me not completeMan ah try spit complex, they're not on beatI’m a beast on the mic; I battle 'em on streetDon’t flop or you might get drop on the concreteDNB King Team Drumz like DrepziBut you might hear me on some EskiBeats, most versatile, do not test meI’m a modern day Dizzy GillespieScatting on the track, and I’m wacking 'em back - McEnroeMaking a racket, best keep on clapping yoClap back on a rap track slap a fassy oleCassidy style, catch bodies on CassioClassical kingpin, cooking like casserolesCats try cat my flow, complete batty olesDon don dad the dadio like BagioRiding the groove like Rider or FabioFantastic, on a macky I go wackoBarack Obama, blacking out in a black holeThe capo when I snap, no pop crackleWant more like MackleKick back and cackleMajor like C when I battle, debaclesWon the true son of the sixth son, I tackleToo many topics, rhyme vandal, RamboLethal like Bizzle, in his Lambo, I’m DjangoCome back with an artillery, can’t handleHand to hand, mic to mic get scrambleCan’t mess with my ability, can’t gambleRamble on diss me fam, that’s a scandalBring in the deep ting on a riddim like RandalCouldn’t hold a candle to the way I come with a brand newangleIn a black Kangol, sipping on Tango, breh’s get strangleWith the mic lead, then head straight to Nando’sExtra hot ting, never lime with the mangoLooking on a black card like my don JamalKeeping it funky, are you gonna bang though?Bangs in the whip, real life no pantoMime, I never mine like the chick from the land ofFog in the Time, is all mine, all fineWhen I define, flow perfection on b line’sHe ain’t got a clue how to market meSo he offered a contract, but I just declinedJumped in the whip, my boy sparked the piffBut I still don’t smoke the reefa, I declinedTreat the game like it's tea timeEat everything that I can as quick as I can, quicker than Running in Twickenham, licking shots, with a sickerplanSick of these sod’s I’m gonna kill 'em like a wicker manWickedest lyrical terrorist but never typicalThese dickheads couldn’t flow as quick as this and keep itlyricalAnalysing the flow I be kicking, it’s very spiritualThe pinnacle of double time ripping up any visualVisualise me spitting these lyrics I think it's pitifulThrowing darts at the Shotta on a subliminalSonically I’m on a different level no apologyYou bredda’s ain’t feeling my flow that shits criminalProved it, so many times with so many rhymesSo many times I’ve shined, on so many showsSo many flows, my catalogue of these videosWork rates (fucked) I’m stepping back into physioPhysically and mentally ready to get busy thoughRascal in the booth tryna get a little Dizzy though2015, you can smell my hungerBust rhymes quick then I just asked what’s the dealy ODo what I wanna and I will when I wannaWhen I wanna Maradona on the mic, them cynicalCats are too clinical, see wars I win 'em allWar mongers dead in the clash there all minimalMinors, I’m king of all flows so flammableGang bang beats, I’m a true track cannibalHannibal Lecter, in the sectorMechanical mind on the mic, I’m a bloodclart animal! 

11 woorden :
running 
battle (battlefield --> als dit niet mag 10woorden)
nature
sick
scratch
dark
change
cold
three
you
jealousy

(het is wel 6min11seconden maar de laatste 10sec wordt er niets gezegd)
Je mag maar 1 liedje inzenden, maar wel steeds verbeteren je laatste liedje telt

6 minuten is echt het limiet sorry moet daar echt een grens trekken ook al wordt er niets gezegd die 10 seconde horen bij het liedje im sory kan dit dan niet goedkeuren want dan ben ik oneerlijk naar derest @LamourXx 
Anoniem
Internationale ster



Stud schreef:
Je mag maar 1 liedje inzenden, maar wel steeds verbeteren je laatste liedje telt

6 minuten is echt het limiet sorry moet daar echt een grens trekken ook al wordt er niets gezegd die 10 seconde horen bij het liedje im sory kan dit dan niet goedkeuren want dan ben ik oneerlijk naar derest @LamourXx 
snap ik volledig ! :)
Stud
Internationale ster



LamourXx schreef:
Stud schreef:
Je mag maar 1 liedje inzenden, maar wel steeds verbeteren je laatste liedje telt

6 minuten is echt het limiet sorry moet daar echt een grens trekken ook al wordt er niets gezegd die 10 seconde horen bij het liedje im sory kan dit dan niet goedkeuren want dan ben ik oneerlijk naar derest @LamourXx 
snap ik volledig !
gelukkig <3
Stud
Internationale ster



inzenden niet meer mogelijk, deze week maak ik winnaar bekend
Anoniem
Landelijke ster



Ah ben dit helemaal vergeten
Stud
Internationale ster



GELIJKSPEL 
tussen @Varamyr   en @Azqwerty 
allebei 11 woorden

kan moeilijk de jurk door midden snijden

dus ik laat het lot beslissen
ik ga jullie namen invoeren op Online random picker

diegene die verliest krijgt plaats nummer 2
Stud
Internationale ster



#1 @Varamyr 
#2 @Azqwerty 
#3 @Posh 
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omg dankjewel!!!! & bedankt voor het organiseren (:
Varamyr
Princess of Pop



wow wtf, zoveel ook omg echt super bedankt! super lief van je
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