Guest Prince Posted May 12, 2004 Report Share Posted May 12, 2004 Aight post your spits guys, djsilvertiger to post first as Hero1 takes advantage. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver Tiger Posted May 14, 2004 Report Share Posted May 14, 2004 Hello and welcome I'm just here for a minute All I need to take out the suckas, don't forget it Since I'm going first, you got thirty-two lines to spin But every thing of mine you curse Is a jinx to your next of kin I want to express my anger with life's BS About how the fans vote for friends over the winner But nah, I'd rather get my filling at dinner Listen, I know the judges want bashing But I'm seeing so much hate, my computer started crashing So do what you will Hate and make fun I don't wanna hurt you I already won son Wait wait, now you say a stupid pun Well well well, I'm rhyming kinda different Call this my Born to Reign of Freestyles You can keep all your bashes I'm more into music I don't want your weed stashes Use your lines to curse, hate, and degrate But do it and you'll be known as "Tim, Hero, the late" I'm freestyling out of mind and out of state Yes, I said FREESTYLING, not that thing that you do Write it out in Word and paste it for your Fresh crew We can all win and I truly am sorry Kept you waitin for hours But what you gonna do? Rap Two was already written even before he read mine So go on and spit it Let's hear hero's last bow The Tiger's now a Tigger, Ta-ta-for now God Blessa! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admin Hero1 Posted May 14, 2004 Admin Report Share Posted May 14, 2004 My rap gets you deep down inside of your soul I’m here to offer nourishment to make you seem whole Sustenance to replace the nothingness that you hold Encouragement in running with my role Enlighten your short sightin is the ultimate goal But I’m treading uphill you ain’t picking up skill Even though I’m running this drill Your run of the mill And running on empty and still Bottom of the barrel And like cheap apparel I’m watching you unravel Making less sense than Perry Farrell While my spits hittin harder than a judges gavel I can see you’re clearly trying to ignore my obvious state of advancement But punk you’re chance went You’re stance weak You can’t speak Retreat From the inevitable defeat Stuttering you obviously a glutton For punishment something clearly went Wrong son like 50 cent..off on a horrible bent But no need to vent your times been spent And frankly it was a waste Your raps off base with an obvious lack of taste Today has seen the end of your rhyming days So Allay the fears parlay my cheers While your tears stay On this forum for all ya peers They can see you were simply all at sea Watch everyone vote for me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Prince Posted May 14, 2004 Report Share Posted May 14, 2004 Aight cool, you got 2 days to get your votes in. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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