hey i can make rap lyrics but i need some1 who can make custom beats....i got a girl singer w/ me like eminem n rihanna....we need some beats that have the chorus section repeatin like the instrumental 4 i love the way u lie...chorus,verse,chorus,verse,chorus,verse,chorus....thats how it has 2 go every time...plz help me n her

My heart bleeds for u prick
You tryna find anotha few pounds for a needle to stick
I do what a gotta do i dont care if i get caught
If i loose this battle you can look back on how hard i fought
U see i aint no push over i will fight back
You cant seem to perform like me there is a special nack
If your wonderin how high i have now become
Just look up to the sky nd see me dancin on the sun

You see now that im above you all will you give me respect?
Dont shoot that *BLEEP* by the waist side to show how much you neglect
I could kill you in an instant or lay out all the blows
but if you hear one of these beats i guarantee it'll be comin out your nose

Now do you understand a little more how nd why im undefeated
If you under rest my power i advice you to stay seated
Im a killer in the makin with these deadly flows
Destroy it in an instant or knock out the competition in more than *BLEEP*in rows!

here is some lyrics for u rap lovers

yea, i'm finally here, and i know u couldnt wait,
watch my record sales rise like philly's murder rate,
no debate, if u love real rap, then u gotta feel that,
i drop that ill rap, that pill rap,
that tell u how i feel rap, that chill rap,
i'm a ill cat, so if u say u dont feel that,
yo, i'll start to peel caps, u get all jacked up; wheeljack,
so roll ya wheels back, or else i'll start to steal cats,
my real raps, real facts, step up and get ya head peeled back,
my boy swings hard, make u say damn,
sucka punchin some one soundin like a car door slam,
make ya mouth look like micheal strayhan,
the cops keep on searchin, but they aint findin me,
have em hittin the ground like they were flyin in flight 93,
and forget the feds dog, i get at em wit shots,
they only way they're takin me out is in a god damn box,
scoring wit footballs, pharmesuetical name xanax,
i be kickin the raps but dont be wearin spandex,
see i aint the singer for an 80's hair band,
i got 4 o.c.'s left yo and i aint sharin,
yo, i'll grin and drop 12 kolonapin,
generic name clonazepam, valium, diazipam,
xanax, alprosolam, ativan, lorazipan,
its all in the diagram.

some other flavorz

as a child i was neglected, stlyes still got perfected,
rejected, but still didnt care about being accepted,
i knew i was bright; flourecant, now i make peasants bow in my presance,
give em majestic rap refreshments, write new rap testaments,
i need no referance, heres heaven sent evidence,
still in the same spot wit a white or black president,
it fits perfect, check the measurements,
terror temps, the weak repent,
tryin to find a seat on life's pleasure bench,
elements, and traces can be found in many differant places,
if u look carefully, u can see it in their faces,
the treasures went, deep, but could it be that it discraces,
all races, replaces, love for each other with hatred,
open up the chest and find jewels that are way beyond sakret.

In the middle of the night I’m out walkin
The weathers *BLEEP*ed up its stormin
Can’t even see the moonlight the rain it’s pouring
Flashes of lightning striking it’s terrifying it’s frightening
Its Friday the 30^th it’s Halloween
So it’s time to take this *BLEEP* to the extreme an go out on my stalking routine
Grab some one by the throat cover there mouth so no one will hear them scream
Tell them to shut up an pretend this is all just a dream
I’m in the middle of Jason an Freddy two of the worlds scariest psycho paths
Walking around cutting people up an they laugh
Tear all their organs out an poor their blood in to a bath
Cus they are two sick guys who just don’t give a *BLEEP* bout who lives an who dies
So you an I better keep an eye out an give out a crying shout
If you see these two guys out on the street cus they are just a bunch of freaks
Who like to sneak around an take peaks at who ever is out an about
Snatch there next victim an add them to their killing streak
An they will creep up on you an put you to sleep
The world is a cold an nasty place
No matter how strong you are it will always kick you in the face
So many psychos in the universe they just make it worse an worse
So many killers that get more mentally iller an iller
Every time they out doin their killing they don’t give a *BLEEP* there willing
To do anything they want it’s their thrilling
It will send a cold chill down ya spine
When you see Jason wit a hockey mask on out hunting in his prime
With his chain saw blades spinning
But you can’t see his face but I know he’s grinning
You know he’s the one that’s winning
It’s just the nature of the business
He’ll kill you in the dark leave you in the alley way with no witness
Leave you lying there half dead
Bleedin every where he just cut off ya head
With a twenty inch thick blade
He’s goin on a killing rampage
This monster should be locked away in a cage
It’s Frankenstein so watch ya back cus he’ll attack ya from behind
Who is the creator of this sick operation
Who is responsible for this sick experimentation
On a human an made him a freaky mutation just another freak of nature
He belongs in hell beside the grime reaper an right next to Jack the ripper

DjLuki, on 04 October 2005 - 02:50 AM, said:

Hey I'm just getting into rappin and can sorta write. So far I've only wrote one full song with 16 bars, but yeh I can easily write a song and hopefully I can get better. Maybe u could give me ur email and we could contact each other and stuff and try to make some music.

hay....its a lyric by me ...its not so gud


yha i know u make me wanna sick
but when u come in ,and do some tick tick,
yha i know u cant make me sick, so plz go far and sit,

u dont tryna' do anything *BLEEP* otherwise i'll kill u with my *BLEEP*,
hay dont tryna' make me fool coz now i m not gonna loose.
so dont lie and u'll die when i'll try to make u cry
i know i never drink but wine is mixed with my blood in my skin,
so dont come close to me
now i am thinkin to make u sad
yha i m not mad , i m just ur dad
u just luk lyk a rat , u are a bastered fat
i wanna break ur legs, i hav a gun in hands
i wanna push u in sand,

your lyf is in danger , u just lyk a stranger
u dont know about my anger
i dont wanna talk with anyone here
i hav no fear , if u have some dare and fight me there,
now its your tym to scare and u dont need to prayers
coz god is standing here , i'll come in ur nightmares,

when i move on street girls says that i m sweet,
and i dont need so i m gone.

hay if u wanna some more then add me on facebook - amabhiharry@gmail.com
i m not agud rapper bt i can giv u some great lyrics

Edited by moderator, 21 March 2012 - 07:31 AM.