Ix Nay on the Rap Thread Aye

[Vicki]

Geez, you guys just don't listen. No flaming members, including staff.

[Bowlblaze]

This thread is a ticking time bomb.
Cause pretty soon you'll see this outlet for rhymes gone
If you don't just grab some weed and smoke a nice bong
Full of some good shit, relax, and just write a tight song.
I'm tired of seeing the back and forth just like pong.
Where members call left right, and right wrong
Now this thread's on the verge of being swallowed by a python.
And the thread gets locked just like Chong.
But fuckit, I've said my piece.
I just want to see you end the beef
And all of these god damn threats to cease.
Now this is off my chest, so peace.

[Equilibrium]

I think the rules on this subject are broken and stupid.
bowlblaze on a broken track, The guidelines are posted and lucid.
just like a nazi regime, you really cant do shit.
moderators suffacte us with a law thats Translucent.
It only fuels me when they suppress the movement.
Cant speak the truth cause i dont wanna loose it.

I cant change what i didnt produce
style and drugs are the only things i abuse
because each rap thread is just tightening the noose
i dont wanna get banned so i wont break loose and speak truth
To the Mods And Members, We need to form a truce

[Bowlblaze]

I sit at this thread typing
Although some of the members need to politen
Their speech, there's some dope ass rhyming
My mod stick only comes up when the tensions tighten
And flames become more common than a vegas Elvis sighting
The words become a little too hard and start biting
Other members for the lines they've been writing
My words are not meant to frighten,
Lay down the law exessively or even to threaten
Cause that's the exact opposite of my true intention
We don't want flames to separate our collection
Of ryhyming talent, keep it in a positive direction
This battling is faker than pro wrestling
And I ain't buying this form of deception
But I'd better get out of here before I give the impression
That I feel this thread's been doomed from its very inception.

[THC Fiend]

Keepin it real till I'm dead,
that reputation sticks to my head, like the mods to this thread
while my dick's gettin head, my mind's in another place...
a wasted place, stoned place, without a trace of the DEA
a lazin', blazin' place, where shit ain't a race every day,
I call that place heaven, all you see is pounds of weed
quarters weigh more than 7, and you get em for free
just pick em off a tree, and for every nug you take,
it magically grows back three,
no shake or schwag, but there's canna-cake
with a button for auto-bake, and also auto-preparation
and it doesn't taste like Michael Jackson's masturbation,
constant pot binge, abstinence is a sin
and the lighter' still work in the motherfucking wind
my crap's are always fat, my servant's are bats,
while the freevibe brats are living wit the rats,
I've got a cat, a collection of hats,
and an ummoderated place where I can post my raps

[L0st_St0ker]

I'm back to tease and rock these keys
with rhymes to ease the mind
and these are lines to please
the times that we rewind to see
and find the keys to bind and seek
what lies beneath the tides so deep
now creep with me as i turn this into some gangster sheet
that will get you off your seat, but it's all pretend so sit....
see my 5 percent tint when i'm rollin in my benzo
leavin up the window when i'm smokin on the endo
niggas fuck with me, its all plain and simple
infra red beam scope aimed right atchya temple
it's mental, when niggas try and copy my style
cause when they paste it i erase it and who's to blame gets wasted
lets face it, you's a middle man like as if you was my broker
diss me on this thread and i'll do more than lyrically choke ya
like the bomb ass weed in my pipe, i'll smoke ya
Cause i'm the L to the O to the S T stoker

[Hashishi]

la-di-fucking-da the hashman's back again,
dishing out 2 penny sweets to these kids harassing him,
kicking em out from under his feet and fucking dashing em;
backhanding em and skanking with his lyrical dispense.
but arms tensed at all times and ready for the battle,
i bring a fucking shank while these boys bring they rattles.
filling up the tank of my transgalactic shuttle,
i'm an alien intelligence and your boys are all cattle;
like cattle to the slaughter-house i tear off pounds of flesh
rip y'all lyrically and declare myself the best,
i got the stealthiest pace and my rhymes are all complex,
so step away before your flows grate and i vex
cuz i'll break you like satan's inhabiting me,
ratting on me while i skeet on your tea,
like i show your mom free love with your bird on my knee
after i've got em scagged up on k and iv!

[yiggit04]

my circumstances
an ungrateful antics
system cancel
an unthankful
people
deceitful
angry an sad grieving times
discreetly snuck
into to my lines
that adapt quickly
into angry rhymes
an in bedded in to
hateful minds
closed with perfection
concealing blinds
an
yes sadly my dad has past
he’s in my head 24/7
but I no he’s safe
resting an watching up in heaven
so I can live the rest of my life
so watch what u say
because I may come
for u one day
so all u people hew now judge me
im far from
what your sick twisted minds see
intellect an passion
are out to bite
so all u judgemental critics
… please sleep tight …

s

[THC Fiend]

slummin it, gunnin it, wit a pipe rezzed like gum in it
bout to smoke some of it,
a fat carb, finger in front of it
cap da bowl bystickin a thumb in it
lungs go numb from it
the game's to smoke weed get cheese, and I'm runnin it
my intellect's always near, I read shakespeare and get the pun of it
mind's open, don't make fun of it
mind's gowin and I ain't stuntin it
check my hand I got a blunt in it
don't glower, I'll make ya cower, call it front and sit
When I walk by, chick's show me they junk n shit
when I get high, I'm chill, all sunk and shit
and you know I'm smokin funky shit
lifestyle related to junky shit
used to deal, created a money pit
I like fire, in my briar I got money lit
dick's lookin for a victim and yo mommy's it
and this ain't no funny shit
I don't wanna fat bitch, with gummy shit,
come back when you get your tummy stitched
if she flat, get me another body's tits
gangsta like gotti shit
taste my shotti bitch
my nose is snotty bitch,
cause I got a lotta of these drugs hit
gotta cash tha bowl before the fuzz hits
and man do i love hits
I got a nug bigger than a bar of Dove Bitch
don't gotta ask her if she loves it
cause I ain't got no stub fit
by nature it's goin rough bitch
she ain't going get enough of it
she goin bow down because of it

ummm, I couldn't end that because I'm not good enough to end it without thinking too hard.

[THC Fiend]

I'm still the same man, aint shit changed man
Im a mother fucking name brand,
Gucci wanna be the same brand
compared to me, they be a lame brand
I got pimpin in my veins man
got tHC in my brain man
so high I cant stand
count up my pounds i got a grand, and I ain't fat
top my toast up with some jam and crack
and a can of cognac
smoke a gram from my ton sack
sobriety jut cant come back
this high is stuck to me wit a thumb tack
you bout to get jacked
and though you're set back
I blast past, im too fast, streakin jet black
i need a wet nap
cause my fingers are full of trichomes
I come to yo house, and take ya bike home
and since you got a nice home
ima rob it when its left alone