Originally Posted by StaySmokinAndLeanin

MAYNE THAS A FIRE ASS INSTRUMENTAL , JUST LISTENING TO IT IS INSPIRING .................


man hol' up ...

im smokin a splif an got these hatas chokin on a dick
it must taste good the way they keep it on the tip
of they tongue ima leave them hoes sprung
big j dont play bitch ill leave a bee stung
and stunned from the words my web spun
flippin verbs smokin urbs fuck a pound i cap a ton
swangin in my ship hoes call me "EL-CAPI-TON"
trunk pop an fif dip to the ground an scrape the prong
i be turnin hoes away while you cant even get a date to the prom
bitch im all about that chedda mic wrecka wit a black barreta
the only thing hollow bout the heat is the lead under the sweata..............................

i treat my 45 like it was my dam lady
i love the way they curve and dome shots just amaze me .............

They throw that curveball and I hit it out da park,
I'm like Albert Pujols, provide my team a lil spark.
A lil spark? Mayne...go 'head and light that fire,
before the night's retired, a few flows get inspired.
Inspiration...like Biggie posters on the wall,
And the most influential, should've thrown a SCREW ball.

Gotta admit that was tight...maybe this go a lil better....


My only desire, require scribbles on a pad,
get my re-up, then it turns to girls I neva had.
You either wit me, or you villain fam,
It only takes a phone call, to any one of my fans.
Sticky fingers, I got girls stealin' first base,
bitch I'm Rickey Henderson, lemme steal one taste.
You po'ing up ya bottle and I borrow a fifth,
that leaving you a trey, homie lemme have a sip.
cuz my need for narcotics be runnin' that deep,
habit for writin' rhymes, line by line, gradual steep.
No church within' my reach, so myself I teach,
The word of GOD as it's written, in the mirror I preach.
Go 'head and start to weep, my wheels continually creep,
bumpin' AYGS, catalogue gettin' so deep.
Sounds begin to cloud, and the lyrics begin to seep,
fuck that Yung Fat, hol' up, my phone just went beep.

To Be Continued...

im off the chain spittin flows off the brain
big j put in work that consist of leavin stains
fuck window panes ill knock down the whole wall
leave you laid out like the tile that be in the bathroom stall
and if them hands dont get'cha then the gloc shurly will
call them mans down the street
they'll split ya wig fo' some pills
but thats another subject
for another time
right now a playa mind
is only thinkin bout the grind
and smokin on some pine
im thowed off my behind
wit the fitted cap wrapped around
my dome wit my headphones on
gettin gone its another zone gone
on my way to the spot swangin on the two prong
trunk pop and read its on
fif drop like the top to complete the ensemble ..........

I'm skinny and im smokin dip, i call it skinny dippin

Originally Posted by Desperado

I'm skinny and im smokin dip, i call it skinny dippin

GNRoflmao

Des clowning niggas.

one puff two
im smokin good so how bout you
feelin good jammin screw
swangin wide like a towncar do
i could chop up the block but id rather ride true's
big j been paid bitch i paid all my dues
so i can say fuck the laws to they face and chunk tha deuce . . . . .

i be clownin niggas you can call me bozo

yall already know big j dont play
ill fuck ya off wit a smile and have a nice day
as i pull a nug out my stash and have a nice bake

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it's so hot outside,
black leather in my ride,
make a nigga wanna rip out his insides

some one grab a lighter
and make that bitch hot as satans dick
brain is on fire
went n took a nap just to wake n rip

baked me a pizza
and covered that shit up with bacon bits
digestin the game
writin, smokin blunts and takin shits

wrote some good shit in the pen.....

when i yawn a snappin turtle comes out my mouth and seperates neck from spine
i let my darkest thoughts fermentto make imaginary moonshine
sip on your grey matter to absorb your deepest secrets
i put your date of birth and death on seperate newspaper leaflets

your going odd future on us SSL

too much k-rino-worst rapper alive

ima reckless tech kid, leavin the wax infected my mouth makes motions that leave your lungs disconnected
im unaffected by simple metal slugs and bombs, i was taking a nap in nagasaki when they dropped the bomb
ashes fallen on my eyebrows tickle my chin, my mouth turns into a pincer flak cannon when i grin
they tried to wack me but i aint havin that, so i run em over with a wheelchair till there eyeballs go splat
splat splat all over my cell preacher tellin me to repent but i already gotta seat reaserved in hell
satan wants some too, alright little buddy lets get it started i see lava tears as his chest and neck parted
fuckin go nutty on this dude, im just that way, my momma conceived me on normandy during d-day!
menage tois like a threeway but not sexauly with girls id rather smash clams with sledgehammers till they pop pearls
im gettin rich off the sea who me? im the one who got coupons for dollar tree readin purchases are free
you battling me? more pointless then a aids patient popping tylonol or a blind marksmen asking for a different color rifle ball

i think of the times when yall deserved to get "holey"
i hammer shell casings into your palms nail you to a billboard and start my crusade foley
the whole city will wintness your evil crucifixtion
i use my mic to weave a cursed hex on your weak soul from devilish scroll inscriptions

ALL~MU~FUCKIN~READY!!!....PUT THAT SHIT ON WAX , THATS A TOUGH FLOW TO FOLLOW ....


signatures wrote in blood condemn my literature to show no love
lyrical assault on ya cortex imploding through ya ear drums
it aint fuck the world but still i fear none
adrenalin rush like i just did a beer run
finna dip in this kush to get my conscious clear son
YOU HEAR SUM???
man i must be trippin
i coulda swore i heard the spine of who ever reading this rippin
when i speak ya better listen
cuz i only speak of wisdom
i got 16 homies in the clip that never miss'em
hollow jackets on to turn ya whole body crimson
one peek at the chrome turn'em yellow like a Simpson............

id hate to see a mutha fucka try to run up on me
i aint gone turn the other cheek ill just beat they ass calmly
aint no need to try and calm me
if i get more mello ima wind up a fuckin zombie , get off me
as i caress the mic softly
shakin up the hatas and watch'em blow up like a soft drink
codeine for my cough shrink wrap for distribution
big j in the lane finna make a trip to houston
gimme beats and ill abuse them freestylin while im cruisin
trunk pop so hard it done caused a dam contusion
i be creepin while yall snoozin sober minded while yall boosin
even if i dont win i get reprimanded for never losing
stay on my P's and Q's while fake rappers live in delusion...............i could keep goin , first "sober" flow ive put out in years , its a lil diff then what yall used to me puttin out so what yall think of it ????

im fucked in the head
make you wish you were born dead
i shoot your body but im OCD so i meticulously pick out the lead

Hold it down...out the line up due to infection. Trynna get my lean and handwritten rhyme on.

im thoed in the game , like a playa should be
watch me wreck the dam mic to a mutha fuckin hood beat
sweets smellin woodsy from smokin on them good trees
J in the lane and dont give a fuck where yo hood be
its all good to me , no need to be
discrete when ya speak keep it G in the streets
i keep a freak in the sheets , my appetites ferocious
pussy sprung on my dick like im skeetin love potion
i just go with the motion synchronized wit her emotions
when her back arch up i smash it down and keep goin
just like when im flowin , i cant stop untill i wreck it
J a beast in many ways , what the hell was you expectin...................

When it comes to the TEXT AND FREES
I'm the BEST TO BREATHE
So, if you MESS WIT ME, the WESSON SQUEEZE
Leave your "chest smoking" like STRESS RELIEF
And your whole body "leanin" like that TEXAS TEA

good drop kj

man im feelin sick cuz the dam weather floppin
haters on my dick is why my dam Barrettah poppin
street sweepa , use ya head when im moppin
moppin up the blood when i flow its like a flood
you couldnt see me through the tint if i whipped off the mudd
im always showin love , if love is what ya deserve
spittin cold lyrics frostin up my dam perm
switched from the perm to a tight bald fade
keep the game in my hand like a hand fulla spades
ima leave ya trumped
bitches talkin shit get left in the front seat slumped
fuck a body dump , let that mutha fucka fester
call me big J wide frame and grain Caresser........................ . . . .......................... . . . ..................................

dam , that flow sucked HAHAHAHA , ill do a better one later gnr

its the Big J
smokin on the greenery
i stay kickin back as i peep the dam scenery
bitches gonna fiend for me
i dont show them hoes love
pussy stretch a mile
they try to put it on me like a glove
they push and they shove
tryin to get in my slab
ima roll up the window and roll out as i laugh
wreckin in the lab
freestylin like im mad
mug stay mean grain grip and lane stab
paint drippin aint bad
swagga jackers all around me
hatas gettin mad cuz my rap game's astounding
trunk steady pounding
like a beast tryin to break it
ima stay in these streets grindin hard till i make it
microphone ima break it
while these rap clones fake it
you cant freestyle a written flow homie thats some cake shit
i flow all day , its my day shift
hatas gettin mad need to get a fuckin face lift.............................................. ..................

Still wreckin the flow chamber~try to test ya life's in danger/
cause I keep one off in the chamber~ya body parts I'll rearrange ya/
leave ya head...off in ya lap~you just another bloody victim/
cause I'm known to get throwed~when codiene and weed's up in my system/
military minded~leave ya shell shocked-open up ya chest like a mail box/
leave ya like fish with no water~and make ya body flop-till ya heart stops/
leavin no evidence~bounce from the scene without a trace/
cause that hydrochloric~acid-will leave ya skin erased/
and by the time they get you~won't be able to reconize ya/
better yet they'll never find ya~slugs burn thru ya flesh like hot lava/

microphones quiver when they hear big j's around
cuz i flow like a river hatas scared ill mak'em drown
me without a pen and pad
is harder to conceive
than a crackhead without a brillo pad
i need a cigarillo bad
my nerves about shot
i do ya worse than a fiend
on tha corna and gettin shot
blood in the gutta
what a dam shame
i call myself big j so you hoes wont know my name
but its all just the same
i dont give a fuck about the flame
i leave the beat slain smokin jane
cold enough to freeze ya brain............................................. ..

its the microphone breaker
trunk poppin earth shaker
bitches in the kitchen
thats my nude baker
got mo' oil than that quaker
sip now & fall asleep later
ima bite this fuckin mic
wit more force than a gator
i get around like the equator
never be a hater
boys talkin down is the main game degrader......................

Dahn in Texas we roll Lexus
Squashin all da plexes.
I bet u neva seen a CTS that stretches.
Yea my skin is my sin,
Nd my flow off da hook,
Ima swang nd i shook
All da way to royalwood.

Just poured up a muddy cup,so im leanin-im on on da tilt/
try to test got hollow tips...doctor'll have to stitch ya up like a quilt....when the ruger rip//
It's Yung B aka the realest ever,so you can call me the truth/
still smokin and im sippin too...im ridin and I'm bangin Screw//
I see thru fakes like a X ray thats why I never fuck wit you/
I'm on a twenty four hour grind,I got no time to snooze/
Im the first to hit the block,and the first to hit a lick and make it flip/
bangin in the turnin lane,crawlin thru traffic//

that boy crawlin through traffic i be spittin somethin drastic
stretchin out the game through the flame like some lyrical elastic
beats i done smashed it feindin for that plastic
head rush from the flow like like my words was a crack hit
trunk i done cracked it let the bass flood the street
big j stay on feet like athletes in the cleats
never caught slippin i keep my personal life discrete
no room for the weak and i aint trippin on a sweet
throw the dro in bowl just to get my mind complete......................

Gotta get our mind complete-so the swishaz we gon'burn/
try to cross me,put that heat to ya head...like a bad perm//
I got no time to waste....so I stay on my grind/
blowin up like napalms,bitch i'm known to drop bombs//

been known to drop bombs , my flow spread like fall out
a shelta' wouldnt help ya i go in and bring'em all out
tricks i turn'em all out and hav'em runnin in the wrong house
kick doe and smash for mo' hangin like my balls out
thats what it do , J in tha lane smokin jane bangin screw
R to the I.P. , i sip my bar through a I.V.
cause a heat rash like im spittin ivy
thats a dam plant , like the weed that make me choke
drop my dam screens wit cheech-n-chong's up in smoke
slide on my dam locs , mean mug everythang
bass and screw elope when i turn up my dam bang
swing when i swang ima let my nutts hang
J dont complain about a mutha fuckin thang
bitch im known to bring , i bring out the fuckin truth
i spit and keep it real in real life or in the fuckin booth
no gold on my tooth , i roc them pearly whites
yes that boy J blow enough smoke to fly kites
i dont fuck wit dikes , if i did id turn'em out
fuck what the hell a hatin nigga talkin bout
freestyle out my mouth , so i put it on tha forum
im eatin up tha hatas and shit'em out like some corn
playa youve been warned , big j be da beast
bitches talkin shit ill get in that ass like a crease
like the dawg is off the leash , off my fuckin dome
ima stop and pass this shit and let my homie take it home...
naw im just playin i dont know how to stop
big j run his mouth harder than when im all in the twat..................gnr dam i fell off gnrgnrgnr , play off that homie , keep it goin gnr

So im breakin shit down, call it destuction, hard to function, school house rock no conjunction junction, a luncheon for my munchkin, inhale aka suction, smoking some green like alien abduction, purp like seduction, trunk blowin out eruptions, stop the overpopulation, calm your girl from her menstration.
Foolin

crack is born, a whole race inslaved again
babys motherless runnin around with week old milk on there chin
all of a sudden the hood is rich with cars and dope
ridin around jacked up with not chrome on one spoke
crack kings rise and fall, but still one man balls
his dream is too get out the ghetto and start his own music hall
hes got the drive and the passion and a nice dream
but hes gotta let go most of his powder slangin team
in the mind a thought brews, ill hustle a lil coke on the side
and watch my cash grow twice as fast from these feinds lookin to buy
at first his plan works well, hes stackin chedder like a mouse
but he dont anticipate the DEA raiding his house