Ix Nay on the Rap Thread Aye

[Freedom_User]

UHHHHH, Yeah... Check it. UHHHHHHHHH!!!

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

[L0st_St0ker]

is that fuckin will smith?

[SonicDaChronic]

I thought i'd reward yas, wit my rhymes that are flawless
if you can not record this, tell them all that you saw this
you were patiently waiting for adidas's deflating,
cause he was to busy debating whos got the highest rap rating,
the sky is the limit but youve gotta be in it to win it,
youve gotta live it to give it youve gotta flip it to spit it,
but your nothin but a phony, a chrome sniffin wannabe homie
your just freightened and lonely, you dont have the skill to out flow me

[ADIDAS]

There's no debate, Ive got the highest rap rating. Im gettin pumped up, not even close to deflating.
Ill respect your opinion, I may not agree, but it aint worth defendin, at least not for me.
Its too easy in this industry for whack emcees, the lazy kiddie flow molded wax emcees.
Let me spit just a few facts, emcees, so they can duplicate my tracks with ease.
Clone a white boy, but get a black OG. Replicate my mic, and get a plaque you see.
Silver, gold, or platinum lyrical rap motif, thats the main motiv behind my empirical rap boutique.

[L0st_St0ker]

yeh its stoker slurrin rhymes outta time
cause i'm drunk as fuck not givin a fuck
cause i'm in luck it's thursday night
but i'll get up whenever i like
cause i'm on compensation
but i'm ok with that situation
cause i'm not hatin cause
gettin paid on the playstation
and guitar playin then wakin
whenever the fuck i feel like
rhymes so crisp like vegies sealed tight
theres a rediculous rhyme for your sight
when these rhymes lack i just blame it on the six pack haha yehhhhhhhh

[L0st_St0ker]

yeh it's lost back on the turps again
mixing a bit of cola with bourben
no work tomorrw cause i'm lucky
cause i can still afford that kentucky
straight whisky, gettin girls frisky
one night stands make em miss me
but i don't give a mother fuck
i slap that ass like a hockey puck ( hahaaaahhhhhh)
i'm listening to the radio
and jack johnson would like to know
where did all the good people go (what the fuurrrrrrrrk)
i'me thinkin this better be my last drink
or i might pass out next time i blink (waasssteeeiiid)
but forget about that shit
if your girl ain't wet i'll use spit (bitch)
bust a nut, kick her out quick
cause i got another chick
wantin to ride this thick dick
they callin the love stick (ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
yeh it helps when your so hung
i'm freestyling this shit off my tongue
so forgive me if your minds not with me
i don't rhyme slow like fifty
cause i got the gift, these lines hit swiftly
or quickly if u wanna use a similar word (simplifly this shit fo ya's)
fuck wid me i'll kick u to the curb
like american history x
when this bicep flex
girls hand to me like card decks
like a casio, i'm white but no albino
true aussie blue ordering supremo from the pizza shop domin-o's

[ADIDAS]

Ridin in on the wheels of fortune to change your destiny,
Buy another vowel of oath, spend the rest on tree.
Livin in the steps of my folks, they want the best for me.
These divine rhymes are the reason Im blessed you see.
Detestin me, the season of a killa leavin a mess for he.
Arrestin me, police hidin behind a vest from me.
Caressin me, careless killahs always try impressin me.
Address a G, 1305 is where youll find the rest of me.
Aint no hope for the chick, eye undressin me.
Mind, body, and soul, a spiritual quest for me.
Fast food lyrics devour my expressions see.
Give at least 30 minutes for my words to digest in me.
Give another 30 for the Dell to start processin keys.
His sinful flow seems to be possessed by thee.
Devil underground risin and suggestin me,
king of hiphop risin to the tiptop to protest the fee.
Freestyle stylin, no charge for you to invest in me.

[ADIDAS]

Come on now, surely I can get some responses.
Rappin on short breathe, leavin emcees unconscious.
Now I just launch this, into our sub-orbital space,
Caught between the atmosphere and a multitude of race.
My intercontinental, universal chase.
Metaphyiscal with my mental flow,
Food for thought, feedin your mind, body, and soul.

[ADIDAS]

Oops, pow, surprise, guess whose back, Its that A D I D A S tightenin up the slack.
Written in stone, prehistoric verbal spittin. Ancient bones, hollowed out like bong hittin.
Now Im misfittin, outkast from society, with propriety over ill mannored emcees eyein me.
Yet my third eye vision stays leavin them blind, knowlege and wisdom only expanding the mind.

[L0st_St0ker]

ADIDAS's rhymes leavin me breathless
I'll perform CPR on myself with lyrical chest hits
thats Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation
for all you dumb fucks with no education (haha)
i'll feed your soul body and mind with these rhymes you can't compete with
you couldnt beat this if these words were made of betty crocker cake mix (hahaaarrr)
you crumble like twix when you fumble over lyrics
try and diss me back you'll leave me in hysterics