POST YA FLOWS

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 8th, 2007, 12:32 am

MiChuhSuh wrote:
Yeah you little hoe we know what you're about
you say you ain't eat but Satan's balls up in your mouth
so keep slangin that weight, you swallow don't spit
smell that? ya toaster's burnin ya own soul up in this b*tch
might sound like I'm hatin, ya I am, I'm dead serious
One day get caught slipping and left dead or delirious
so go on, bury that dirty ass money in the back
and watch your homeboys get buried in stacks
hell naw you ain't the same as me, though in the same environment
see I'm not into early graves but into early retirement
I'm hungry as f*ck and shaking in pain
and that's better than getting sprayed by bullets like rain

so stay in school b*tch, ya that's played out as f*ck
but soon you'll get snitched, or layed out, or stuck!

Damn...I didn't kno u had that type of animosity in u...but that was straight acid...good shyt.

Unread post by **perongregory** » August 8th, 2007, 3:14 am

MiChuhSuh wrote:
bspg wrote:I'm sorta like a pregnant bitch I don't spit I vomit/
I ball like spaldings, niggas allrdy kno wat I'm about/
I came frm a drought low bottems niggas aint eatin/
So I startin sellin crack and that was ma only reason/
Standin on the coner, 3 bags with ma toaster/
with 15 waffles in that bitch with a leatha holster/
Might sound like i m fantasizin, but muthafucka I'm dead serious/
Know plenty muthafuckas that got popped for bein 2 curious/
Stuff the money in a brown bag, bury that shit in the back/
Now head back to the corner whitebag, with ma ole .38/
Snub, shells b like grubs slimy and slippery/
They leave no evidence , so let a nigga run up on me/
Ima gangsta and that's plain to see get put in a hurst fuckin me/
I came frm a different enviorment see u niggas aint the same as me/
Nigga frm a different plantet, galaxy , universe/
Were niggas kill or sell rocks to servive and don't go to church/
What works is wat works its different for different people/
But we all gotta understand that we all GODS people/
I'm jus a nigga out here tryna go LEGAL/
Ya dig
Yeah you little hoe we know what you're about
you say you ain't eat but Satan's balls up in your mouth
so keep slangin that weight, you swallow don't spit
smell that? ya toaster's burnin ya own soul up in this b*tch
might sound like I'm hatin, ya I am, I'm dead serious
One day get caught slipping and left dead or delirious
so go on, bury that dirty ass money in the back
and watch your homeboys get buried in stacks
hell naw you ain't the same as me, though in the same environment
see I'm not into early graves but into early retirement
I'm hungry as f*ck and shaking in pain
and that's better than getting sprayed by bullets like rain

so stay in school b*tch, ya that's played out as f*ck
but soon you'll get snitched, or layed out, or stuck!

damn! MichuhSuh goin for the throat.

Unread post by **rustone** » August 8th, 2007, 6:04 am

Wow that nigga got nerve
That nigga got anger in his heart toward me..

spit sumthin else to prove that u write yo own rhymes which I doubt....

If u had heat like that yo ass woulda been posted lolz

Don't trip I go u tho

Unread post by **rustone** » August 8th, 2007, 7:07 am

Yah.. First off michuhsuh woooooow
Wow what the fuck is a michuhsuh?!
Wow fuckin comic book character ass nigga

Yea, nigga woke the sleepin giant u gon see a lot of him/
Now time to show niggas why I'm hot like ma name was mims/
Nada, see sellin packs and packin gats I'm all about it/
William hung think he can outspit me I really doubt it/
He wrote it? naw he found it/
And he really really proud of that/
See I don't wear a backpack, I pack that chrome gat/
Peel yo dome back, nigga think he can go at a 30ru real g/
Lil vietnamese nigga think he LIVE LIKE ME/
Thinkin I won't send him back to HO CHI MIN in URN so they see/
See This nigga right here took 4 shots, n wishin u was the kid/
Dey couldn't put ma lights out while u was actin black to fit in/
Nigga come 2 the hood poppin off the mack I'm wavin/
See dis flow jus nasty but u tastin /
No punchline cuz ma time u wasting/
Go to the peptos were dem real asians would break u off/(doubt it)
Have some bitch saw yo little wee wee off/
No homo fuckin faggot!

Unread post by **rustone** » August 8th, 2007, 8:01 am

Michuhsuh gettin laid NOPE dats all she gon say/
Lil nigga sittin on comps lookin at the girl with the young face/
Jus waitin to catch a case,watchin the screen as she smile/
See wat I'm sayin dis nigga is a PEDOFILE/
That nigga aint heard chris hanson in a while/
So he been on prowl, chasin lil girls thru the park in DENIAL/
Talkin bout that girl is 18 yrs old wen he 36/
She really 13, n he wanted her to suck his dick/
This nigga only 5'6 tryna pop off some shit/
Ill drop his ass off in the villians so they'll service dis bitch/
Drop his ass of in san quentin n they'll service dis bitch/
Put a hole thru his neck with a diseased ice pick/
See they don't like dem niggas who can't control dey dick/
Nigga probbly watchin that r kelly shit right now fuckin prick/
Yo ass gon surrounded by bricks, in that concrete box/
Watch out for them aryans boy , they gon POP YO TOP/
Fuckin faggot!

Unread post by **SAINTJAYMES** » August 8th, 2007, 9:53 am

MiChuhSuh boy boy boy where did that shit come from you got 5000 plus post and aint none of them ever been flows didnt know you had that shit in ya welcome to the thread homie

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 8th, 2007, 12:46 pm

bspg wrote:Yah.. First off michuhsuh woooooow
Wow what the fu-- is a michuhsuh?!
Wow fuckin comic book character ass nigga

Yea, nigga woke the sleepin giant u gon see a lot of him/
Now time to show niggas why I'm hot like ma name was mims/
Nada, see sellin packs and packin gats I'm all about it/
William hung think he can outspit me I really doubt it/
He wrote it? naw he found it/
And he really really proud of that/
See I don't wear a backpack, I pack that chrome gat/
Peel yo dome back, nigga think he can go at a 30ru real g/
Lil vietnamese nigga think he LIVE LIKE ME/
Thinkin I won't send him back to HO CHI MIN in URN so they see/
See This nigga right here took 4 shots, n wishin u was the kid/
Dey couldn't put ma lights out while u was actin black to fit in/
Nigga come 2 the hood poppin off the mack I'm wavin/
See dis flow jus nasty but u tastin /
No punchline because ma time u wasting/
Go to the peptos were dem real asians would break u off/(doubt it)
Have some bitch saw yo little wee wee off/
No homo fuckin faggot!

First off, Michuhsuh is a crazy mothaf*cka/
A comic? Superman with rabies, lil busta!

Woke up who, punk? This all that I've seen,/
that this big "sleeping" giant is only 16/
Slanging and banging is what you're about?/
Then get real time in twin towers and turned the f*ck out!/
I found what, fourteen lines? Is that what you thought?/
I've been spittin lines, and you're style's store-bought/
referencing mims and ho chi min? just retire/
I live what I spit, you live "Through the Wire"/
And just like Kanye you west up down the block/
claiming low bottoms, but by a tray got knocked/
I'm not the one who's acting to fit in/
Michuhsuh lives poor, but you sold out to sin/
No punchlines damn right, it's this English that got you/
So Korean- na noon michuhsuh, geseki who shot you?/
and that's lyrically, with that sniper mentallity/
see I don't need a gat to give vocal fatalities/
You insecure little d*ck, with "no homo" explanations/
Beffuzz with me it's all straight, but you push compensations

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 8th, 2007, 1:05 pm

bspg wrote:Michuhsuh gettin laid NOPE dats all she gon say/
Lil nigga sittin on comps lookin at the girl with the young face/
Jus waitin to catch a case,watchin the screen as she smile/
See wat I'm sayin dis nigga is a PEDOFILE/
That nigga aint heard chris hanson in a while/
So he been on prowl, chasin lil girls thru the park in DENIAL/
Talkin bout that girl is 18 yrs old wen he 36/
She really 13, n he wanted her to suck his dick/
This nigga only 5'6 tryna pop off some shit/
Ill drop his ass off in the villians so they'll service dis bitch/
Drop his ass of in san quentin n they'll service dis bitch/
Put a hole thru his neck with a diseased ice pick/
See they don't like dem niggas who can't control dey dick/
Nigga probbly watchin that r kelly shit right now fuckin prick/
Yo ass gon surrounded by bricks, in that concrete box/
Watch out for them aryans boy , they gon POP YO TOP/
Fuckin faggot!

lol I actually might make a video response to this one, but in the mean time:

Off that SCOOBY DOO THEME sh*t

YG Ru Stone 2/
Where are you?/
You've got a lot to do now./
Come on Ru Stone 2, we all know you/
ain't near your hood, no how/

Alright cut that beat, we going acapella/

Got nerve talking 'bout me and my apetites/
I just turned 18, compared you I lived thrice/
Now you're all talking about who I be with/
You're that little bitch that's choking mad d*ck/
Now YG Stone 2, let's all go find you/
You're up in St. Andrews, and who you talk to?/
Some Jr. high chick, fucking up innocence/
pedofile lil punk, you'll "catch pedo," quik!/
go ahead and say "you talk like betha's" and sh*t/
fuzz I ain't the one that yearning for pain/
Real blood's on my shirt, you're "faking the stains"/
You know what I'm referring to, wannabe damu/
One day of net searching, the next day sooowhoop/
And don't think the fact you bang makes you "really real"/
If you're really out slanging, I'm real "stainless steel"/
and just like an alloy I pierce through your soul boy,/
and make you realize you should've just been schoolboy/
See I'm a nerd and proud of the fact/
that I die of old age and you die of young gats/
Now I'm not wishing death, don't get it twisted/
But before you burn up, here's your chance so don't miss it!/
I'm only two years older, but it's like you're my son/
Fuzz I lived independant, but what have you done?/
Just killing your hood and the people your claim/
you let the poor suffer for the sake of your chain?/
and then your sidekick, that makes me real sick,/
kill a human being so you can AIM off your d*ck?/
No f*cking respect, no f*cking compassion/
Repent or one day come face your sick actions!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 8th, 2007, 1:09 pm

^ Some typos in there, repost

bspg wrote:Michuhsuh gettin laid NOPE dats all she gon say/
Lil nigga sittin on comps lookin at the girl with the young face/
Jus waitin to catch a case,watchin the screen as she smile/
See wat I'm sayin dis nigga is a PEDOFILE/
That nigga aint heard chris hanson in a while/
So he been on prowl, chasin lil girls thru the park in DENIAL/
Talkin bout that girl is 18 yrs old wen he 36/
She really 13, n he wanted her to suck his dick/
This nigga only 5'6 tryna pop off some shit/
Ill drop his ass off in the villians so they'll service dis bitch/
Drop his ass of in san quentin n they'll service dis bitch/
Put a hole thru his neck with a diseased ice pick/
See they don't like dem niggas who can't control dey dick/
Nigga probbly watchin that r kelly shit right now fuckin prick/
Yo ass gon surrounded by bricks, in that concrete box/
Watch out for them aryans boy , they gon POP YO TOP/
Fuckin faggot!

lol I actually might make a video response to this one, but in the mean time:

Off that SCOOBY DOO THEME sh*t

YG Ru Stone 2/
Where are you?/
You've got a lot to do now./
Come on Ru Stone 2, we all know you/
ain't near your hood, no how

Alright cut that beat, we going A Capella

Got nerve talking 'bout me and my appetites/
I just turned 18, compared to you I lived thrice/
Now you're all talking about who I be with/
You're that little bitch that's choking mad d*ck/
Now YG Stone 2, let's all go find you/
You're up in St. Andrews, and who you talk to?/
Some Jr. high chick, f*cking up innocence/
pedofile lil punk, you'll "catch pedo," quik!/
go ahead and say "you talk like betha's" and sh*t/
fuzz I ain't the one that yearning for pain/
Real blood's on my shirt, you're "faking the stains"/
You know what I'm referring to, wannabe damu/
One day of net searching, the next day sooowhoop/
And don't think the fact you bang makes you "really real"/
If you're really out slanging, I'm real "stainless steel"/
and just like an alloy I pierce through your soul boy,/
and make you realize you should've just been schoolboy/
See I'm a nerd and proud of the fact/
that I die of old age and you die of young gats/
Now I'm not wishing death, don't get it twisted/
But before you burn up, here's your chance so don't miss it!/
I'm only two years older, but it's like you're my son/
Fuzz I lived independent, but what have you done?/
Just killing your hood and the people your claim/
you let the poor suffer for the sake of your chain?/
and then your sidekick, that makes me real sick,/
kill a human being so you can AIM off your d*ck?/
No f*cking respect, no f*cking compassion/
Repent or one day come face your sick actions!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 8th, 2007, 1:29 pm

wow today was my first time "free-typing" instead of freestyling, it's real different. Mainly because now that I just posted it up, I have a sort of transcript of what I spit and looking at it I already see mistakes. For example when I said

MiChuhSuh wrote:fuzz I ain't the one that yearning for pain/

I should have made that line longer because the line before and after it are longer, so I should have said "because" instead of just "fuzz" (don't wanna say "c*zz")

I liked this line though

Real blood's on my shirt, you're "faking the stains"/

But here

See I'm a nerd and proud of the fact/
that I die of old age and you die of young gats/

I should have said "cold gats" not "young gats" it would have flowed better

also not everyone knows that "fuzz" is short for "because" to avoid "c*zz" so I should have reworded that since we got people from everywhere on here

but this was interesting to type instead of spit, I might try come back here or make a video response or something, it's been a while since I last mc'd

Unread post by **Mcminister** » August 8th, 2007, 11:05 pm

woow Jin is in the house

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 8:26 am

Mcminister wrote:woow Jin is in the house

lol thanks I'll take that as a complement

but this is Michuhsuh/RockmanX4/EVN aka General Grym in the house!

C'mon, bspg got anything to say? Anyone else want to challenge me?

My appetite is back, I need to warm up and chew out some more MC's

Unread post by **perongregory** » August 9th, 2007, 4:46 pm

MichuhSuh came dope. props. I can tell that nigga at least write if he dont flow. cuz his lines is precise.

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 5:31 pm

perongregory wrote:MichuhSuh came dope. props. I can tell that nigga at least write if he dont flow. because his lines is precise.

thanks

I don't know why it's hard for anyone to believe those are my lines, so I had to quote his own lines and turn them around on him.
just for fun I might post up a video just to let yall know I really flow, the last time I MC'd was back a few year in 9th grade but I haven't forgot the game

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 9th, 2007, 6:32 pm

I believe you brah....I don't doubt nobody...I'm jus a lil awwed by the random outburst...I wish I would've known earlier I would've gave you a shot out in my "What happened to post yo flow rhyme"...But I'm glad I ain't the only one postin in dis shyt now...keep you flame strong johnny storm...from now on I'm callin u Jon storm....

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 6:43 pm

damn I'm racking up aliases

Michuhsuh/EVN/Rockmanx4 - Screennames

Grym/General Grym - my old MC, DJ, and fight name (if you know anything about Koreans you get my last name lol)

Johnny Storm - bestowed up me by the Pioneer

Well until bspg comes back for round 3 I'mma try to think of an original song. What I heard from Jin it seems a lot harder than battling or freestyling because you have no one to push you or nothing to go off of - sounds like good brain exercise

nerd life!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 9:27 pm

Well I tried to write a "song" and that just went out the window for now...

...but instead I was enlightened

A POEM by Michuhsuh

Damn homie I ain't never tried flowing with no one
but when it came to rap battles I pulled vocal shotguns
I tore up many g's and mc's in the ring
left scars and hard bars and that left finishing stings

I need my fight club, or a freestyle rival
a target to tear, to beat down on arrival
It's being a man, it's a rush for survival
Executing a plan - adrenaline revival

But sh*t, I'm just chill, and my rhyme's feeling weak
staring at this sh*t I wanna slap my own cheeks
Damn I ain't even got one good hard bar
Not even a punchine? This a poem so far!

So now what do I do, do I admit rap defeat?
But who did I fight, but myself who lacked heat?
"An battle MC," speaks one brilliant thought
"is not about rhyming, but hard battles fought"

So I'm calling for soldiers, some verbal assassins
quick to spit kills with no mental retractions
Give no one mercy, expect none in return
for it's not about one loss, but the lessons to learn!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 9:29 pm

Poems are still flows, so tell me what you think

Oh yeah, and someone flow or diss me or someone, I meant what I just posted!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 9:30 pm

*or something

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 10:59 pm

50 Cent - I Get Money

I get money, i get money, I get I get I get money (50)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money Igot (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Verse 1:

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it;
for billions, what the f**k?
have a baby by me; baby
be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby comes,
who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
i used to sell dope
i did play the block
now i play on boats
in the south of France
baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz with the cigg
i come where you live
ya dig?

Chorus:

I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Verse 2:

You can call this my new shit
but it aint new tho
i got rid of my old bitch
now i got new hoes
first is was the Benzo
now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
they call me the cake man
the strawberry shake man
i spray the AR
make your whole click breakdance
backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"

i was young, i couldnt do good
now i cant do bad
i ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
i come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like BLAOW
you like my style
ha ha im headin to the bank right now

Chorus:

I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
like a teflon Don, but i run New York
when i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
i keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
in the hood if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
round the world if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money I got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money I got
im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money I got
im on my grind,
money I got, money I got
like all the time,
I get money, money I got
tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money I got
ill cock my 9
dont get outta line,
money I got, money I got
i said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

I'm Robbin 'Hood you chump change, turn your cars into ringers/
leave your eardrums ringing like what I snatched of your fingers/
Like Ninjaman said, f*ck your money "me ah tief"/
Keep talking that mess! Like a encore of Beef/
You dumbass no one ever outlines with no chalk/
See we walk through crime scenes but on tv you watched/
But this ain't about gangsta, it's just keeping a real/
You called Ja Rule pranksta, but his title you steal/
I'll show you what true MCing's about/
You say you own Jags, but you fag, secret's out/
Not calling you homo, but calling you a ho though/
You made d*ck dvds so you can hold some more ho dough/
Heard that? Ho-mo-nyms, you illiterate monkey,/
stop just doubling lines, and get a book with that money!/
"I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag"???/
on Hurricane Chris sh*t, both of yall two fags/
Backtrack, did I call you a monkey fuzz you black?/
Naw, it's befuzz you're rhyme style's just too wack/
"bling like BLAOW, you like my style"???/
B*tch speak English, you make up words while/
the rest of us rap, and revive true off beat/
rhythm, or straight flows, or just keep it street/
but you, you say "I sold out my soul" with pride/
talk gangsta game, but in mansions you hide/
Forget Jamaica Queens, in Kingston we'll smash you/
Let Yardies spit down and real G's come bash you/
Then let the mob mass come rob your punk ass/
You taught them "How to Rob" so sit through your own class/
I ain't normally about forced redistribution/
but you're words dumbed down many, we need retribution!

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 9th, 2007, 11:00 pm

typos fixed

50 Cent - I Get Money

I get money, i get money, I get I get I get money (50)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money Igot (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Verse 1:

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it;
for billions, what the f**k?
have a baby by me; baby
be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby comes,
who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
i used to sell dope
i did play the block
now i play on boats
in the south of France
baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz with the cigg
i come where you live
ya dig?

Chorus:

I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Verse 2:

You can call this my new shit
but it aint new tho
i got rid of my old bitch
now i got new hoes
first is was the Benzo
now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
they call me the cake man
the strawberry shake man
i spray the AR
make your whole click breakdance
backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"

i was young, i couldnt do good
now i cant do bad
i ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
i come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like BLAOW
you like my style
ha ha im headin to the bank right now

Chorus:

I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (I I get it)
i get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
like a teflon Don, but i run New York
when i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
i keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
in the hood if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
round the world if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money I got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money I got
im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money I got
im on my grind,
money I got, money I got
like all the time,
I get money, money I got
tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money I got
ill cock my 9
dont get outta line,
money I got, money I got
i said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

I'm Robbin 'Hood you chump change, turn your cars into ringers/
leave your eardrums ringing like what I snatched of your fingers/
Like Ninjaman said, f*ck your money "me ah tief"/
Keep talking that mess, like a encore of Beef/
You dumbass no one ever outlines with no chalk/
See we walk through crime scenes but on tv you watched/
But this ain't about gangsta, it's just keeping it real/
You called Ja Rule pranksta, but his title you steal/
I'll show you what true MCing's about/
You say you own Jags, but you fag, secret's out/
Not calling you homo, but calling you a ho though/
You made d*ck dvds so you can hold some more ho dough/
Heard that? Ho-mo-nyms, you illiterate monkey,/
stop just doubling lines, and get a book with that money!/
"I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag"???/
on Hurricane Chris sh*t, both of yall two fags/
Backtrack, did I call you a monkey fuzz you black?/
Naw, it's befuzz you're rhyme style's just too wack/
"bling like BLAOW, you like my style"???/
B*tch speak English, you make up words while/
the rest of us rap, and revive true off beat/
rhythm, or straight flows, or just keep it street/
but you, you say "I sold out my soul" with pride/
talk gangsta game, but in mansions you hide/
Forget Jamaica Queens, in Kingston we'll smash you/
Let Yardies spit down and real G's come bash you/
Then let the mob mass come rob your punk ass/
You taught them "How to Rob" so sit through your own class/
I ain't normally about forced redistribution/
but you're words dumbed down many, we need retribution!

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 11th, 2007, 8:45 pm

Fuckk a benz...my friend....I stay leanin the Toy-ota
strikin like a cobra...usin deadly force like the boi Yoda
Flossin and bossin like I'm suppose ta...makin my daily quota
u should kno brah...fo my pay I react like a vikin but fuckk Minnesota

put dem minions on ya...my words flame like devil tails
I'm not feelin very well... flow with heat from several hells
my existent persistence... consistant
rap remnants like bullets erytime I pull it...I leave behind several shells

dey way the kid be talkin...quite often I severely sever males
would seal dey coffin but jus by coughin I'm meltin the metal nails
i'm knowin my presence felt...not society norms I gotta altered top
like bitches in halter tops...I grab attention because I'm hottt

not ta mention I'm flippin knots like a mauphuckkin Yacht master
the hands switch positions with no tickin on the wrist watch bastards
yeaahh...dats ah Yacht master U can relate if you hold pesos
My flows like killahs on ah payroll...dey can torch a nigga when I say so.

Unread post by **Shox112** » August 11th, 2007, 9:23 pm

http://www.tv-links.co.uk/listings/9/5189

MiChuhSuh · Unread post by **MiChuhSuh** » August 11th, 2007, 10:14 pm

Shox112 wrote:http://www.tv-links.co.uk/listings/9/5189

that was kinda random... you gonna spit about freemasons?

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 12th, 2007, 12:48 am

aye...baby...whatcha kno bout skippin continents
kinda bent eatin the finest condiments while we coast the world
u all ova... receivin' all the finest compliments
all ova u....the finest aqua scents while ice compliment cultured pearl

u lookin like a posture girl...yo skin... wrapped in couture garment
you wearin the night down with that fly ass night gown same color as garnet
roll out the red carpet...stay twistin heads erywhere my baby go
and she kno she on fire...yet she remain cool as h2O

and she ain't no hoe but she is the sharpest tool in the shed
in more ways then one hun knowin how to use her head
make me lose it in bed...yea...baby ah real strip tease
peanut butt complexion black and mexican mix breed.

and its no chance fo the British influent ride...with doors dats suicide
with out u inside is not really where my life tryna reside.
what I'm tryna recite is...with outchu there's no me...its kind of ah tragedy
u grounded a fly nigga...dats why I figgah u gotta b my gravity

I'm startin to see gradually... girl u a that winner dats keepin me centered
ah answered pray fo ah sinner...I'm thankin GOD fo my tendah.

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 12th, 2007, 12:51 am

fix some of the typos and can't 4get the pioneer finish...

aye...baby...whatcha kno bout skippin continents
kinda bent eatin the finest condiments while we coast the world
u all ova... receivin' all the finest compliments
all ova u....the finest aqua scents while ice compliment cultured pearl

u lookin like a posture girl...yo skin... wrapped in couture garment
you wearin the night down with that fly ass night gown same color as garnet
roll out the red carpet...stay twistin heads erywhere my baby go
and she kno she on fire...yet she remain cool as h2O

and she ain't no hoe tho she the sharpest tool in the shed
in more ways then one hun knowin how to use her head
make me lose it in bed...yea...baby ah real strip tease
peanut butter complexion black and mexican mix breed.

and its no chance fo the British influent ride...with doors dats suicide
with out u inside is not really where my life tryna reside.
what I'm tryna recite is...with outchu there's no me...its kind of ah tragedy
u grounded a fly nigga...dats why I figgah u gotta b my gravity

I'm startin to see gradually... girl u a that winner dats keepin me centered
ah answered pray fo ah sinner...I'm thankin GOD fo my tendah.

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 12th, 2007, 12:54 am

the_Pioneer wrote:fix some of the typos and can't 4get the pioneer finish...

aye...baby...whatcha kno bout skippin continents
kinda bent eatin the finest condiments while we coast the world
u all ova... receivin' all the finest compliments
all ova u....the finest aqua scents while ice compliment cultured pearl

u lookin like a posture girl...yo skin... wrapped in couture garment
you wearin the night down with that fly ass night gown same color as garnet
roll out the red carpet...stay twistin heads erywhere my baby go
and she kno she on fire...yet she remain cool as h2O

and she ain't no hoe tho she the sharpest tool in the shed
in more ways then one hun knowin how to use her head
make me lose it in bed...yea...baby ah real strip tease
peanut butter complexion black and mexican mix breed.

and its no chance fo the British influenced ride...with doors dats suicide
with out u inside?..... its not really where my life tryna reside.
what I'm tryna recite is...with outchu there's no me...its kind of ah tragedy
u grounded a fly nigga...dats why I figgah u gotta b my gravity

I'm startin to see gradually... girl u that winner dats keepin me centered
ah answered pray fo ah sinner...I'm thankin GOD fo my tendah.

Unread post by **YO-B** » August 13th, 2007, 1:17 am

NEW PIONEER AND YO-B COLLABO... KOMING SOON

Unread post by **YO-B** » August 13th, 2007, 10:29 pm

YO-B AND PIONEEER COLABOO RIGHT HERE

give me ur money in ur pocket b4 i bust until u gawn
bullets burning ur flesh like a tanning salon
its been a while sinse i been on here but now im back
im like the version of alexander the great accept i rap
metophor is like newyork city always changin
me and these hoes b like L.A. and always bangin
so u kant match my stamina
im 2 smooth like maxima
feel free 2 jump and watch ur legs get ampitated
breath in ur body fadeing away like if it evaporated
than ill grab it from the air and throw it on the ground
fuck being the king ill shoot at ur chest and ur crown
if this was silent hill than youll b the little gurl that drown
hahah even tho it wasnt a little gurl that drown
mortal kombat style ill make ur fuckin kneees break
and put u outside when its 100 degreees and watch u fry like steak

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 14th, 2007, 2:31 am

YO-B wrote:YO-B AND PIONEEER COLABOO RIGHT HERE

give me ur money in ur pocket b4 i bust until u gawn
bullets burning ur flesh like a tanning salon
its been a while sinse i been on here but now im back
im like the version of alexander the great accept i rap
metophor is like newyork city always changin
me and these hoes b like L.A. and always bangin
so u kant match my stamina
im 2 smooth like maxima
feel free 2 jump and watch ur legs get ampitated
breath in ur body fadeing away like if it evaporated
than ill grab it from the air and throw it on the ground
fu-- being the king ill shoot at ur chest and ur crown
if this was silent hill than youll b the little gurl that drown
hahah even tho it wasnt a little gurl that drown
mortal kombat style ill make ur fuckin kneees break
and put u outside when its 100 degreees and watch u fry like steak

I'ma the atomic bomb of dis...yall ain't got shyt on the kid
and when I blow...u know ain't gon b shyt on the grid
U can fiddle with dis....if u desire playin with fire
when I step to the plate...homes done home run I wack shyt like Mark Maguire

I'm what dis marks aspire to b...dey try and mock me
til I check ah nigga like I'm playin hoc-key faster then mach 3
niggaz tell me I'm cold...I tell'em yea...I'm anemic
on ah track I'm bold...I spit up similar to ah bulemic

I'm like ah paraplegic...I jus don't feel most dese fellas
dats why I roast dese fellas...dey flows b ova zealous
our stylos neva fail us...un un...not Yo-B and Pioneer
in the direction of money...yall know we been tryna steer

so find the rear of the line and stay outta my lane
simple and plain...collidin with me is like a car rammin a train
let me give u some game...to beat us u need Genie from Aladen
yall rookies...we All-Madden...and known ta spyt fire like ah dragon

Unread post by **BxxMILITIA** » August 14th, 2007, 12:44 pm

I been on the grind, mothafuckaz betta gimme mine/
I shoulda been rich, I pushed a pound bout 50 times/
Me n my nifty rhymes, I done spit more heat than colombine/
My mothafuckin face should be on every hundred dollar sign/
But I don't want the shine, nigga fuk bein a pop artist/
I rhyme hardest, these rappers is more like rock artists/
If u say the homie wack, then u not honest/
Yea a nigga pushin krills but they not on us/
I got the shit stashed at the closest lightpost/
My bleached rocks look like boulders, ur shits is micro/
That's y them zombies fiendin 4 my crakks like they psycho/
I been eatin good, ya skinny niggas gettin lipo/
I stay in the hood, gettin twisted every night yo/
I stay gettin pussy, baggin everything in sight yo/
My flow is tight yo, so the greens goin up/
And I spit crakk and I don't mean fiends throwin up/
So nigga get back, kuz when that red beams showin up/
Ill break ya team, u would think we were marines showin up/
4 the cream, ill strip a dude 4 his miskeen n his truck/
Bxmilitia in the buildin n I'm mean nigga what....

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » August 14th, 2007, 1:20 pm

BxxMILITIA wrote:I been on the grind, mothafuckaz betta gimme mine/
I shoulda been rich, I pushed a pound bout 50 times/
Me n my nifty rhymes, I done spit more heat than colombine/
My mothafuckin face should be on every hundred dollar sign/
But I don't want the shine, nigga #%@& bein a pop artist/
I rhyme hardest, these rappers is more like rock artists/
If u say the homie wack, then u not honest/
Yea a nigga pushin krills but they not on us/
I got the shit stashed at the closest lightpost/
My bleached rocks look like boulders, ur shits is micro/
That's y them zombies fiendin 4 my crakks like they psycho/
I been eatin good, ya skinny niggas gettin lipo/
I stay in the hood, gettin twisted every night yo/
I stay gettin pussy, baggin everything in sight yo/
My flow is tight yo, so the greens goin up/
And I spit crakk and I don't mean fiends throwin up/
So nigga get back, kuz when that red beams showin up/
Ill break ya team, u would think we were marines showin up/
4 the cream, ill strip a dude 4 his miskeen n his truck/
Bxmilitia in the buildin n I'm mean nigga what....

whats gettin it ...my nigga long time no view...I c u still shynin....still..tough grindin'
dats ah acid verse my nigga...