the forum seems to be dead it's in need of resuscitation
exercise my street cred and relieve my frustration
in the form of flow on a forum
I'll let'cha know I ain't snorin
kamikaze wit no regrets
drapped up and aimin for him
pullin 50 cal recoillin
spoilin when my blood starts boilin
it's the big j I'll fuck ya up so pic ya poison
mayne bring ya boys in
lemme show you what they bout
when I flow it's a flood
they get excited like they livin in a drought
I'm all about my clout
that's the bank roll
sittin higher than 9 clouds
never fuck wit stank hoes
that's just how the thang goes
hatas fuckin wit me gettin popped like prin-gos
I had a mouth wit 10 golds
made what they worth in 10 fold
took'em out and shined the pearls to get away from them clones
I open my mouth and smile a bit
she strippin right down to her tits an thong
*pause while I hit the bong*
now what was I sayin
I'm gettin pussy while pussies get blistered palms.....GNR......




*sets down the mic*


"who's next? Get it."

pic it up and break it off
just hit the shit don't even cough
if I'm hittin birdies I ain't talkin golf
when I show my pearlies it don't meen I'm soft
bitch shut ya mouth
heard what I said?
keep runnin it ya last breath gone send me to the feds
they gotta catch me first I'll change my face and get some dreds
leave ya gone in the head like an overdose of meds
comatose in a bed shrink wrapped an left for dead…

Just bought a charger*
Now ya know i need a lawyer
Cuz I roll swerved up sippin anheiser lager

And Bitch I goes harder
Harder than an Eskimo*
Lookin for a purple cone*
Bout 8 deep don't get slapped by a tent-na-cle

Cuz I am tha tide
And I ride tha skies*
Keep them hair clippers if you wanna fade tonight


Hahah.

Fuck a fade, I'm all zero off this shave
Sonic ice for this eight, todays flava shall be grape.
Actin like this, its either pen or an early grave,
Actavis is my heaven, for now ill just kill da crave.
I didn't choose this, the game turned me to a slave
and out of it, AceCope is what they've made
Got these dames trickin lames, few bucks for a lay
Pimpin all da same, even BC, since man's first day
From bay to bay, dollar menu, u can have it yo way
From simple apple pie head, ta lil girl ass play.
I'm almost done, even though I got plenty ta say
Please lil boys don't base, its neva cool to be gay.

"better watch your back playin hardball like its "yardcall" but nigga this the streets
gotta stay strapped down cuz we done lost some homies in the past week
givin a fuck about the police we ride dirty like ya workboots
gang task on this niggas ass but really they can get murked too
cuz its kamikaze blows curtains and my niggas aint playin games
since my homie solo took some buckshot shit aint been simple in my brain
so im folked out in the game cuz these "off-brands" wanna bang
and ima catch they bitch ass slippin when i hit there block in flames
it aint no thang;
me and my niggas ride for the cause
and if i catch you at the gas station pull the strap out my draws
cuz its out law livin, "g blocc" prison, never switchin never snitchin
keep it grippin till the day they catch me slippin
cuzz fill em up with slugz; out the known
we pressing the issue; bout to blow holes thru your brain grisle!
let it off like a missile when im standing at the "K" park BOOM!
and tell ya momma that her son aint comin back soon......
now who killed solo, now we gotta ride with the automatic side pistol
mobbed out money and crystals
hydro and the pistol always into jacking cuzz,
dumping the semi auto out the side of a truck,
loaded up the lil homies in the cut
now bust........"

Nobody trickin nor runnin no streets*
Bring a mallet for your teeth turned ya to some tender beef
Talkin *bout totin tools
But y'all funny to me

SEE WHO YA REALLY ARE-
Got that-

TWITTER-PICTURE-LEAK

Historically metaphorically*
I'm rapin these forums*
Don't play coy with a killer-
Plans to leave y'all all snorin



Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahah.*

Exposin on the net, now a days so cliche
We are who we are, also pack ma-chete
u can sit there dumbfounded like who is they
Or you can simply troll the pad, roll n blaze
These boys is so fire, we simply flickin da bic
Cherry pick phattest lick, I called first in this bitch
Neva say I'm da greatest, rather be real than rich
know ill neva snitch, was taught too well wit da switch

Raised out the hood
Made me a political rebel
God Gifted on a up lifted level
To get my mind right
To rich thangs wit the bezel
I never forget that I came from the ghetto/
But when u succeed later in life
Niggas bury the struggle wit a shovel
forget the past that made u mash
turn Hollywood on the hood
Cause u got cash
Hand Cuffing freaky ass hoes
Like you got a badge
I'm a coolie high alumni
Lyrically a poet
Pop bottles of champaign of Moët
Spit game to a dame
To get her panties mo wet
Grind everday on the hustle
To get mo checks
I come wit the sickness
Like raw sex
A full blown flow
That'll eat thru ur lay tex
There is no competion
Cause @ the end of the day
It's all about u & ur paycheck....
& that's on the coolie high!

godmc got some skills but a god he cannot be
i aint hatin on ya homie but ill tell ya a god cannot bleed
i got more luck than a shamrock thats rockin 4 leaves
south pole and polo swole T's
versatility of an SUV wit the durability of a HUM-V
got the wisdom of the ancients wit the stamina of a teen
man i peep the scene before i ever step in
i aint rollin wit a click dont give a fuck if ya reppin
shit talk and ill bust ya lip with out even second guessin
no stressin im only depressed when i gotta put up the smith & wesson
thats why i laugh when i grab the gat an get my trigga finger pressin
and the lesson is dont be messin if you value your life as a blessin........................GNR , dont take offense homie , i was just havin fun wit the flow , GNR , do the same ...

Round 3 just got in me just waitin on the "fight",
Mortal combat wit tha rhyme,high, definitive flight
The bowl of lucky charms instantly redden'd my sight
And you can still lose ya life a simple shot wasn't in mind.
adjust my two ball holder trynna get into this rhyme right
Get comfortable as B White, ima bout ta "turn off the lights"
Whether it's a million dollar sleeper or carving up wit a knife
Whichever way it happens all I really need is one line

Where we gon now, huh, we in a state of abyss
This country in need, all we do is assist
Even Clooney in protest, not the big arrest,
There were plenty proud leaders who got a big diss.
Media hype Hollywood, fuck what we become
those dirty cocksuckers causin mass inflation
see the price of product risin across our nation
Fuck end of world, get ready for paper chasin

Sittin here downin 3 6s of Henieken
If I can't do it, sure that no one can
Watchin maize and blue, straight Chad Henne Fan
Raiders don't want em, fuck where P Manning land.

I'm a lost prophet
Thats not enlisted in the bible
Lyrically I stand by my title
& that's a GodMc
I wouldn't change it for the world
I'm sick with the spit
Spittin Mucas to Hurl
Big J Dawg I gotta give u props
When it's due
You speak the word
Without over due
A God can't bleed
But my bless talent say its not true
I'm on the highest mound
That can't be found
Thru these sellouts & industry
My words is the ghetto gospel
I'm my own ministry
This generation couldn't figure me out
If they had a 4.0
In rocket science & chemistry
A Coolie High Alumni
That feels the flow & feel the energy
I wouldn't sellout to the world
For commercial squares to image me
& that's on the Coolie High
With strong tendency

Originally Posted by GodMc

I'm a lost prophet
Thats not enlisted in the bible
Lyrically I stand by my title
& that's a GodMc
I wouldn't change it for the world
I'm sick with the spit
Spittin Mucas to Hurl
Big J Dawg I gotta give u props
When it's due
You speak the word
Without over due
A God can't bleed
But my bless talent say its not true
I'm on the highest mound
That can't be found
Thru these sellouts & industry
My words is the ghetto gospel
I'm my own ministry
This generation couldn't figure me out
If they had a 4.0
In rocket science & chemistry
A Coolie High Alumni
That feels the flow & feel the energy
I wouldn't sellout to the world
For commercial squares to image me
& that's on the Coolie High
With strong tendency

that was dope , E-high-5 on that one GNR

But I ain't got no tendencies*
But spilling words on the tables
Janitors so sick of me
And word ballad so fucking dirty
Comets tryin to get at me

Ha

Got no room for the ministry
I left the lord behind*
Father put in a penitentiary*
They never had what I needed
So I stuck it to em logically

If I die - reincarnation
The ideology doesn't bother me
I'll be here to reign again
The king of TTO man, honestly

I'm done.*

live and direct, from a place these cats never been
its West3rd, pad and pen, let the raps begin...

kandahar, afghanistan...i call this shit trashcanistan

how can a man prepare for war when he don't know the land?

none of my fam got the slightest understanding...damn

cuz here i am, praying that my weapon never jam

i carry 7 loaded mags when i leave the base

i close my eyes...and i only see my daughters face

they say we safe cuz we rollin wit these armor plates

of course we don't believe, me...i know we target waste

the IEDs are everywhere...breaking trucks in half

the locals laugh, when we pass...waiting for the blast

they see the cash...dolla signs...yo they NEED the cash

they need it fast, no need to ask, the war is basic math

i went to sleep the other night and had a funny dream

that i was back in austin, texas...drankin muddy lean

but then i woke up to everybody fucking scream

"rocket attack" ...hit the ground, such a vivid scene...

mannnnnn just 16 tonight bro i ain't got the time but jdawg fuck wit me i been gone a minute but the game is fucked up out here mayne, be thankful for TEXAS and for the well being of ya family.


and that's

-100-

Thank you West3rd...

this one go out to my brothers and the soldiers
for keepin shit fresher than a new can of folgiers
I ain't talkin bout the coffee
fiends try and rob me
I'm keeping my composure kickin shit like karate
y'all got bin laden and kidafe?
what's next? cuz I see we ain't stoppin
if they came over here we'd get it poppin
but them cowards won't even drop in
I'll be a killa and a carpenter cuz I'll kill ya an make ya coffin
mayne I got these hoes bloggin
its GNR when I log in
but I can't stick around long so I put my dick on the track often
*cough**cough*
I ain't coughin
it's just the smoke is thick
so ima smoke sum fo' ya homie
I hope these clouds do the trick……

When will it end? I guess it just begins,
Mind out of body, trip set transends,
to a hostile country where theres beasts for men.
I look over and ses these kids, who band as kin.
forsaking all else 'cept for God, country, family n friends.

"I seen niggas in the pen getting their ass dug out over some hop or a pack of Kamels
But thats the game home boy and every move you make is a gamble
I aint no sissy or punk so don't trip when you see me crying
A nigga just hella mad his partners is dead and his folks keep on dying"

Preciate yall man....this shit can't be over fast enough....i got 6 more months in this bitch then bout a year left on my contract when i get back and im OUT, done, finished.....

say a prayer for ya boy...oh and ace...el paso was where i deployed out of...el paso showed me love so i fucks wit yall

El Paso puts on for their soldiers...you'll get lots of love and appreciation from the city. The people seperate politics and the people who doin their job. Just be safe and get back. EP will show u love upon arrival.

try my hand at some story tellin. ima try to freestyle (off the dome as I type it up) but some parts I may have to slow down and think a lil.

honest feed back welcome (good or bad idgaf long as it ain't sheer hate)

_______________________________

I woke up to the sound of what I thought was gun shots
went to see what's goin down so I walked a few blocks
didnt see shit then I seen a few cops
they didn't see me but I seen'em holdin glocks
one looks over then collapses to the ground
sniper shot to the dome , dead , never made a sound
then his partner busts a round but can't see what he shootin
I looked over and saw this dude in a window all secluded
thinking to myself
"should I try to do this dude in?"
"I don't like cops but can't stand to see this dude win"
so I dipped behind a bush pulled a cannon out my waist
gave the door a push then crept in his place
creepin up the stairs is when I start to hear some clammerin
put his brains on a call of duty poster
when I round the corner an drop the hammer in
picked up the police scanner and
heard them hoes chatterin
"I see him and takin the shot"
!!POP!!
that's when I dropped and started scamperin
these mother fuckers think I'm the shooter
and before I can prove them wrong
I hit the floor on my face , blood poolin , fuck I'm gone

Honest feedback...it ain't ya typical flow. We all agree you got one of the tightest flows around. There's a streak in the middle where you under and over extend but the ending nice. But its tough to free a story. I mean, you're making up things on the go and talking bout self demise, well you've never experienced it, so its tough to do what you did.
I mean if you used to lying when you rhyme, you may say your rhyme wasn't difficult, but you used to freeing your real life, you'll agree, freeing a story ain't as freeing the everyday.
Story 9.5 (M Night twist at the end)
Rhyme 8
Difficulty 10
Id like to see your story telling, non free...

thanx ace , yeah it was hard cuz I don't usually story tell and I threw myself off my game a bit.

I appreciate the honesty , this got me wanting to dig my note book out the closet GNR

Haha, I got u mayne...real so much easier than fake

Originally Posted by 915AceCope-FOE

Haha, I got u mayne...real so much easier than fake

GNR

real is all I know how to be , it's also the rarest quality not just in hip hop but in people in general.

it is fun to use my imagination in my rhymes tho', it helps broaden the material and diversity too but it still feels weird cuz I'm not used too it.

I keep separate books for frees, writtens, and a story I continually add to. That storytellin hard when your used to rhymin tha real. I did a lot of that self demise, that 10-56 mayne.

Flow with ya,hell yeah dawg you know I got it,
Saw and I want and I found it and I bought it,
Now I got in my pocket, and I'm higher than a rocket,
Cuz I smoke everyday and hell naw I can't stop it,
Can't quit, and I can't slip I'm to sturdy,
Money need a shower cuz my money to dirty,
Know you heard,
So don't go playin like you deaf,
Cuz I don't play with that bulshit I just play with the tech,

is the talent section dead ?
what's the motha fuckin deal ?
pen and pad is where I shred MC's and keep it real
I don't own a gun but it ain't but a call for me to get one
handle disputes like a man
I can forgive but I never forget son
doin what I can livin life wit no redemption
man it's like the fuckin army the way these hoes at attention
I lived in detention when I was in school
now ya boy a grown man about his loot and payin dues
if it's my life or yours it ain't but one thing to choose
ima knock ya out'cha shoes and leave ya smoked like some kools
trunk poppin on them fools
man my hand contused
from workin over hatas leavin'em dazed and confused…

the parking lot is full
so I pull around back
Friday night lookin like I'm feelin
so I let my trunk crack
neon shinin bright
no hatas round to jack
fire up a sweet and put the smoke in the air
9 cars round mine and every body came prepaired
get ya own cup aint nobody finna share……

No peace been declared, the generals push the front
The hunger strike within em, there they go on the hunt
Looking for that touchdown, this ain't pass kick or punt
Consider this they bowl game, its time to show n stunt
Knowing that ya women already wet in they cunt
This be some grown men shit, lit off home grown blunts
Thinking bouta grand slam, never suicide bunts
We killin them in silence, not even one lil grunt

j dawg askin where the talent
i ask what dreams money can buy
got nothin to prove to any guy
i told yall from the start that im simple
askin for forgivnesat s under tha temple
on another note i pop pussy like a pimple
im stackin bread at the same time blowin it
dont take me to a strip club or ima end up throwin it
at these fine hoes... fa sho my eyes stay low
beat by vinay, tryna earn sum pennays
not worried bout losin or winnin
my head is always spinnin
fuck thiss shit and this freestyle
imma go in at night like an owl
click clack blow. lol

jus addin on yo

They dislikes, lead up to unnecessary rage
I'm doin this all free, not one rip from a page
The voodoo right beside me, smokin like some sage
I rip tha door, wit tha foe, now ya fams the front page
You thought that was news? You been askin fo this days
Now take it like a man, feel the wrath of gun blaze
No residue on me, my killas ain't on pay
Thus is life on TTO, true talent on display!!!

Get ya eyes low to that or put it wax
You ain't an mc, u a temp, see,
Your shit be totally beyond wack
All u do is dislike, not a dawg who bites back!

And the fact remains, this flow maintained, got my lawyer on retain
For situations just like this, the law has caused too much pain
Surprised the state hasn't give me death, my venow strike thru IV to tha vein
yet here I am again, matter fact....I'm thru wit chu MAYNE

I still can't like/dislike on the app , so that's why y'all never get likes from me.

ace , mayne you and temcee should have a no holds bar battle grudge match. y'all always goin back an forth mayne just battle and be done with it.

then again temcee does have a track record for dodgin battles like green piece did.

Haha....its all in good fun. If you look back, I actually was trynna be cool just cuz he do contribute, and its all love for the pen n padders. But he always think folks hate on him, so sometimes you do just gotta 'Green Peace' em. If I wasn't on this phone, id write a lot more, but this Qwerty shit bug me when I'm freeing.
J, I been wishin someone would try and test you, me, and SSL again. The Invaders, haha!