Many man will no not locked on the roadTime fly’s bye watch fame unfoldHeats burns away the heats gone coldUsed to bun weed most things I soldBlowed away liek your gash I'm prettyNo nitty gritty the hangovers are ****tySoo see what you said and see what you doMan a wanna see me get boied and sluedSo take that skin from your backSkills that you lack my bars you attackMana are so quick to draw for the batThe heat will rise you deserve a slapIll take ya break yaFlip you upside down and shake yaMake it mine **** it yoursGash in uniform doing my chiorsSooo can you see meSee me on tv spitting so clearlyAnd freely you wouldnt wanna be meFull time riding the mic its easylook blud can you make barsThe same old **** never gunna be starsBeen there done that I no its hardSit back lock your mind don't go sofast ill kick you arseSell you on like the gold or the brassBut not even to buy the grassLeft that **** in the past don't aim to be lastNuff said your nothingPounceing over weed your chuffingChuffing you no that your cainingJoints your draining you insaneinno clear view in your mind its all rainingGoing on your **** you should be faceingHearts raceing constatly paceingParanioyer ****ing up all in your brainingyou no that I'm right why try nd fightAt the end of the tunnel the lightPure fright ive got you in my sightStand up tall show off that heightIts easy just open that doorFace your fears declare some warYour clothes are torn are you sure?Leave them screaming for more and moreSo shut up and listennnnnnnMan if you no what’s good youll listennnSit back your eyes ull glisten

When I'm on the mic I ride and so this is my rap I do to you

Gloucester youths merkin the  L.Y.G they nether gunna do! 

-reply by deano from lydney

Keywords:

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee

 You don't really have a chance with me 

and I am really gonna make you see 

that none of these manns 

can spit like me 

Lil' Tyke

Out!

Imma fight to unite

(and yeah) do it for my country

take it to the streets

cause I'm a menace to society

referee tryring to figure out why he crying

he dying

coming from my one hit shot

leaving bloods stains in the ring and

not giving a ****

if you dissing ain't no stressing

you'll be kissing my fist

let me tell you how it feels when I'm rocking your lips

side to side

imma straight combo your life

and if you don't come right

you'll be commiting suicide...

you think you heard enuf well I don't think you heard atall you aint no pimp you on your cane while I'm standin f'and tall I'm ballin I aint fallin outta jail and on my feet again love bein free but I gotta hit the street again money we be sweepin in mansions we be sleepin in 22 inches on the caddy see me creepin in hold up someones beepin in yep it the fein again go getta notha ten bos o green again heck yea its some kill man gota keep it real man gota scrip o oxy 80s  from dr phil man

you better let go of your fears and rhyme like a pro

you better wipe away the tears yo and go wit the flow

you better bet a your money, you better bet all your fame

cause if you wanna rap wit me you better step up your game

you see I'll beat you every time yo and this is fo sho

cause if you can not handle me you better get out the door

 you'll try to light me on fire you'll try to set up the flame

but when I beat you every time yo you'll be leavin in shame

so please don't even try cause you be sounding like a joke

and when I'm rollin in money your ass will be f***ing broke! 

my name is jack got me home town sittin clearly right on my bak this is my rap this is my under standin walk with me hand in hand in under the lantin this is  gettin old its 2 in the mornin and I'm fukin cold I wanna go home get in the zone and call ya on the phone your al alone sittin on the end of ya bed with a broken come like a lil nome in a darkin garden  askin every person if its just starded they al say no they tell ya u have to go fuk it yo u get beet bangin the the sound clangin ****s gettin heavy so ya just get tangin u start to sing uve just dobble drobed now u start to ping u take of ya ring your off ya gew your start to rew things are gettin small u go under but u just grow tall I'm startin to stall so start rappin bout **** in the mall lol its paul haha I fuked me rap I think is was crap smoke the shap cas u no its taped pppppeeaacee

I'm the diva of the south

if u dnt cum correct u better watch your mouth

cuz shyt u say aint meant

you'll have my words all spent

no time to play games

a gun really not meant to tame

all boys really like is sex

dey never kno who will be the next,

victim cuz shyt spread easily

shut up and let me speak freely

yea I'm a gurl but who say girls cant rap

sum get loud applauses not just a clap

I speak wuts on my mind cuz I got sumthing to say

I aint going nowhere

***** I'm here to stay!! 

 ok look I'm chillen up on teather bored as **** got the white andLght as a feather whor r u dawg my crew is blue dawg **** u il dust ya off like me shoe  yup holla at ya boy I got them lil round toys  that will make u here some weird nosieand u no what I'm talkiin bout a beean yup sippen on some lean servvinAll the crack feeins but I tella feein to get back or get smacked Nigaaaa don't make me ****around and pull out a starp so jus step back Il pull out a stack and smack ya broke as wit dat trust ddawg me and my niggas will bust ya dawg I'm not playin in the bay we holdin it down all ****in day but I'm takein a break Cuz 5.O got me locked in my house bro il b out tho slagin and hangin blowin dro u already no how the **** it go and yup right now I'm proly wit ya hoe hidein form the popo and duckin feds broIts bull**** but I wil never quit In this **** for some punk as **** that aint even stickSo yall can **** a dick told that mother ****in judge an johny maze I finnin budge Don't come at me wit that other **** don't never **** wit them boys and black blue they will rod uAnd ya whole crew jus lay low let the money flow and don't never snitch doeThas how the game go so if u a lame hoe get my name gone from ya brain ha this **** is insaineI'm spttin bars naw I'm not out robbin cars I'm stuck in dis ***** cuz a motha ****in snitchI swaer I'm bust they **** shoot up they whole town I'm not ****in round clown ****in try itSnitch ima give to ya ***** I don't give a ****On dis hot ass gucii beat talkin bout check my new beatWill look at my feet best belive they jays or dem lebron james ballin like the calves in the ****in finalsWho thhe **** is u tryin run **** my and my nigga gon road ass leave ya layin in the grassI might roll ya up and smoke ya like some hash I don't care we throw down any where all I gotta say989 where I stay yup holla at me trick I don't give a ****U can come over and **** my dicknaw I playin I don't even no what the **** I'm sayinWe so high u cant c me cuz I'm prolly in the sky smokin on some fry feelin d.U.ILike I can fly or maybe I'm rollin down the river eat beans make a nigga quiverLike a got a case of the shivers but its all good posted on 11th and monroe what u ****in thank hoeBlowin dro on my bro front porch hoe I toled yall I'm b in the sky u say u on could 9Well I'm far from nine it more like 99 hoe il bust right down ya spine don't **** wit mine All I gotta say I will flow all motha ****in day there aint a beat long enough for me gCall mr no hook judge tryin throw the book jus don't give dat nigga the wrong lookBut **** this rap **** is easey I'm out here jus tryin to get that moneyMaried to that **** call me mr franklin cuz nigga I'm bankin somkin on some stankinHoe what u thankin man I'm out I'm bout to go blow like a cellin fan

Well, I woke up early hungover with a buzzTo a knock, knock, knock on my door by the fuzzSo I stashed my stash in my left butt pocketThen out the back door I sure did rocketKickin' dust like tornado in the skyI ran so fast I left my skin behindSo I took a break and lit up a cigaretteThen a dog popped out from my leftSo I scurried to a dumpster and said, "SEE YA!"Then all of a sudden I found a piece of pizza...

(pause)So I ate it.

yo girl u got your self a road to fame,

baby,u got some game,

once your at the age of talkin smack,

talkin back, I bet your already there,

the fame flowen thru your hair,

sure u can rap,

but can ya sing,

cuz if u can,

youll be rollin in fuc*in bling! bling!

You need to get wat,, get got,, get shoot,,

live cold live hot,, live fast die yung,,

get hyped get sprung,, am ryt your wrong,,

am here your gone,, coz wen I fight you,,

knife you,, slice you,, dice you,,

shott you,, fukit ill take dis bullet and run it throught u,,

coz I aint guna sleep till I see wat I wana see,,

and wat I wana see is u go to sleep in the dirt,,

permintly been hurt,, this aint guna work,,

coz am the A bomb,, and if I hit your hud u betta run,,

coz wen I hit the floor ama detinate,,

and every soilder in your hud ama insinarate,,

ILL BE BAK HOMIE!

You're like a hopeless dreamer, staring in divine light,You suffer from hindsight from this assigned fight,Your bars are benign, while I recite right sign,You're alligned to the sidelines, you're just a fleabite;I'm on my feet like a feline, rolling in the twilight,I designed the guideline, you can't get it timed right,Infinite crimes I indict, hip-hop in daylight;My lyrics define and refine - highlight the limelight.I'm the cashmere to your linen - much to your disdain,I jeer at your fear, I'm ruling your domain,The final frontier, the feigned membraneOf society's motherlovin monarch reign;Revere the shakesperean bloodstain, inane pain,Lyrics restrained, appear to be insane,To the naked ear, profanity remains;For my homies' peer, my melody regains.

Homo Diss

[LOCKED AWAY, JULY 6, 2009]YOUR A HOMOSPITTIN RHYMES TRYIN TO ATTRACT THESE NIGGAS THAT BEEN DOIN CRIMESYOU BENDIN OVER TO PICK UP THE MIC THINKIN YOUR THE ******** THATS A CRIMEALL THESE NIGGAS BE HOMOPHOBICSNOW YOU GOT THESE NIGGAS STARIN AT YOUAND DISSIN YOUR RHYMESWAITIN FOR YOU TO GO HOMESO THEY CAN TRACK YOU DOWNSMACK YOU UPAND BEAT YOU DOWNALL JUST TO COMMIT ANOTHER CRIMEWHO IN THE **** INVENTED THAT STUPID CRIMENIGGAS STAND UP YOU GOT THE RIGHT TO BEAT DOWN ANY QUEER THAT THINKS HE CAN RHYMEKEEP YOUR FAG MAGAZINES AT HOMENO NIGGA WANTS TO SEEA NIGGA SUCKIN ON ANOTHER NIGGAKEEP THOSE PINK DRESSES ON YOUR HOESNIGGAS don't NEED TO KNOWWHAT YOU DREAM OFYOU ****IN HOMO'SSTAY OFF YOUR KNEES'CEPT WHEN YOU SUCKIN ON THESEOH, **** WHAT AM I SAYIN*****, YOU BETTER LET GO OF MY NUTSBEFORE I HAVE TO AIM AND SQUEEZE'and CAP YOUR HOMO ASSAND SPREAD DISEASENOW YOU HOMO'S GOT US COMMITTEN CRIMESAGAINST DISEASE SPREADIN MOTHER****ERS LIKE YOUCONVINCED THE GOVERNMENT THAT WE'RE THE CRIMINALSWHAT IN THE ****YOU NIGGASBE KILLIN MILLIONSYOU HOMOS SHOULD BE CHARGED WITHGENOCIDEWHILE YOUR AT IT CHARGE ME WITH HOMICIDECAUSE YOU NIGGAS GOT NO CLUEHOW MANY ****IN HOMOS LIKE YOUI GOT BURIED IN MA BACKYARDWHAT WAS THAT**** ME?NO WAYYOU SICK ****KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTSYOU ****IN HOMOYOU **** LEFTI'LL **** STRAIGHTTHATS THE WAY ITS GUNNA BE TILL I CONVINCE THE GOVERNMENTTO GAS YOUR MOTHER****INGENOCIDE COMMITTEN ASSKEEP YOUR ASS LOCKED AWAYWHILE YOUR SITTIN THERE STARVINGET ONE OF YOUR HOMO'S TO PUMP YOUR ASS FULL OF RANCHNOW YOU NIGGAS CAN LIVE ON GRAVYI don't GIVE A ****YOU HOMOS AINT LIVIN OFFMA INCOME TAXUNTIL YOU COME BACKAND **** STRAIGHTYA'LL NIGGAS CAN STAY LOCKED AWAY

Everytime I rapI bring 110%And not a percent lessWrite and spit the truthAnd nothing less till I'm breathlessAnd do my thing right to the endWrite rhymes from my heartAnd bleed ink from my penMan, a lot a rappers cant do it like meThey pretendFake rappers who claim they set their own trendsCopycats who don't think with their own headsWhatever he or she said thats what the next one saysAnd whatever I say goes way over their heads-reply by Jason

To Tha Man Who Wrote This..Rappin Is A Hobby Only Habbit Is Wealth/How You Talkin Bout These Cats When You a Faggit Ya Self/Prayin For a Chance To Make It Hoe You Boppin For Hope/Yeah You Locked Now Problly Droppin Tha Soap/1st Time I Checked This Website My Homie Was Right/You Tha Type Of  Fags Who Problly Sleepin Lonely At Night/You See, Rappin Is My Passion, My Verses Keep Clashin/To Keep Them Selfs Tighter Than This Fag Mans Fashion/8 Bars In, What Else Am I About To Say/Mom like "Son don't Forget To Wipe That White Stuff Off Your Mouth Today"/Silly Faggit, Dicks Are For Chicks/Lookin Like Tooth Paste an Twix Mixed When He Spits/Sick..  Stop Ya Whole Head From Shakin Up/This Boy Sizzlin.. Somebody Put Tha Bacon Up/Like Foldgers, Another Dick El Wake Em Up/An I'm a White Man Now Tell Me Who Verse is Fake as FU**/

ROOKIE: 

yo, it's the rookie from the streets,Wont take **** but I'll take yr beats,Singen on stage diss me loose your feet,Uall loose 'em' both not one you can keep,Tha niggas out back will tryin ta peep,But if one of them see I'll slit there throat,Take there rimes take there quotes,Leave no evidence not ah fuc*in note,I leave ya dead or broke smokin dope,Ill hang ya dnt think I'm joking cause I got tha rope,I didnt provide it was the pope,I witnessed a rape I got tha proof  I got the tape,Uall be pickin grass cause your an ape 24 clips pop in ya black A**!

-reply by ROOKIE

cos I'm ruffas attack and any rudeboi betta best stand back

9mm, reinforced steel..

like mcdonalds ill make this beef real and...

juiced like a crackhead you know the deal when the reinforced steel will make your skin peel

gimme the fool to my right hand boy

he'll take ya **** like a babys toy

merk any mans cos I'm here to annoy

merk any crew cos I'm here to destroy

y dot r-a reppin the endz

 ciggerate vision  now pass me then benz

av a lil smoke then pass to a freind

have a couple beers boi it also dependsssssssssssssss

ROOKIE:

take a second...Chill...Yo for a second glitch u thought I was gone,Behind your back wid ya ***** I know I did wrong,But life aint allways wat it seems to be,U had to changed wat u didn't believe,Money makin men tryed to steel and theive,Behind yr back when you could't evan see!Thats when the **** erupted like volcanos exploden,Throwing knifes and guns upgraden reloaden,Your homie was shot 5 times for knowen,U waitin outside the hostbital wid your smoke puffen an blowen,Thats when u did wrong, u know it, it's the only reason I'm writing this stupid song,But it didn't take long for u to lose temper,U toke your gun and drove up in his hood and called him a wanka,Didnt hesitate when u shot him in the face,Get one last look one last taste,Before you were thrown in prison u felt like u was erased,That's were I came in took your place,Changed the world and change the base!!