what's good big j

--nothin much , how you livin?

been straight pimpin
you get them beats that I sent in?

--yeah , the taps are set perfect
--and the bass is straight hittin

so when you gonna wreck
the mic wit some writtens

--I don't know man
--I don't do well with commitments

it's gotta be spontaneous ?

--yea , now you gettin it
--I can write the shit down
--but its gotta be fresh when I'm spittin it

that's cool man
I appreciate the listenin
let's roll up a blunt

--man why you whisperin?

cuz snitches got ears the size of fuckin michigan

--that's true ,but it's just me an you , fuck it , let's roll up

man this shit sticky

--I know

but man it's kinda tricky

--don't be so picky
--well roll it loose and swole
--it'll smoke wit no fixin it

it's fixin to hit soon as I get it lit

--might need a torch

dam it , fuck this shit
let's put it in the vape

--yeah that should do the trick

this bitch hittin good
holy fuck I'm gettin lit
realized there's no one here
so who the hell I'm chattin with…


GNR…


don't really know where I was goin with this. I was just having fun with it.

I see where you going with it

Talkin to yourself and makin it rhyme, this is what k-rino does all day lol

Good shit btw

some times I can't help myself
I just gotta jot a thought down
put it to rhymes wit a pen
if I flow I'll shut a drought down
watch a dam get brought down from my thought cloud
J in tha lane swangin hard like no cops out
crawlin like a caterpillar steppin harder than a yetti
gettin thowed like confetti
is it after hours already?
mayne my bang heavy flowin hard and break tha levy
fuck a SnapBack it's fitted sittin crooked in my chevy
I've lost my mind is what they tell me
but what they sayin ain't too compelling
so ima do what I do smokin Jane and lane sailing...

Originally Posted by Dat_Meskin

Talkin to yourself and makin it rhyme, this is what k-rino does all day lol

Good shit btw

lol 4 real, i was readin it and i was thinkn bout that K-Rino song "Talkin' To Me."

aint exactly the same concept tho but close.

Sounds like it would be a Dr. Dre and Eminem song

I'm losing my damn mind
hit a bitch from behind

24 7 on my grind
got voices in my head that's fine

i'll write down my thoughts so I can stay sane
the nurse took my book away,
said something wrong in my brain

write on the wall instead,
no pen, pencil has no lead
so I scratch with my fingernails
fingers turning red

blood on the floor
not from me

they took my neighbour away today
i made him pay
for waking me up
and I think he was gay

it's my birthday

no one remembered
no one knew
i almost forgot

but i counted the days,
it's been a lot
since i lost my mind

Talkin to yourself and makin it rhyme, this is what k-rino does all day lol

^^^
oh look a spam bot , in my thread
quoting what dat meskin said
I'm feelin fly yes I'm feelin fresh
fuck guess south pole when I dress
fully clean like I'm zest
best smoke in my chest
dam it's kinda late to be smokin wit myself
but everything is for sale an I ain't talkin retail
whip it up an ship it out an call it infantry mail
no seat belt when I'm speeding
I been racing since a seedling
push back the top an I'm ridin with out the ceiling
dam it's that 3AM insomniac feeling
j finna hit da hay an zzZZ ya feel me..

and im bout 2 swang down, its dat typ i let my nuts hang down
sa town, got niggas in h town hit the blunt, get crunk, snort brown and smoke skunk
feel fine, nigga im bout mine, all bout fetti all bout dat dolla sign
dolla time, nigga gon get on my grizzy
its dat typ i hit em wit dat 4 fizzy, 4 5
takin yo life, i fuck around and stab yo eye
livin im driven 2 make a stang, and jus die
why, o why, is yall some bitches
im tryna be gettin my riches im leavin the niggas dead off in di-tches
and im steadily makin my pay
chunk yo set, get left wet, in da gun spray
gun play, nigga where the fuck im from
nigga talkin dat shit run up dump a clip in yo mom
throw a bomb, thru yo fuckin window
im cheefin indo chillin, wit my kinfolk
but dat, really ,aint my shit, aint no crip
but i block bleed and glock grip
so dont trip, nigga smoke up on that hay
i hit the swisha, i get richa, parlay
and dats all day, nigga im chillin n rhymin
like all da time n doin my thang and steadily grindin
n steadily shinin, mayne hol up cuz i go long
roll the blunt, roll anotha cant go wrong

keystyle nigga i aint got time 2 perfect this shit

no time for perfection wrong direction through intersection
necks snap when heads turn burnin up the top selection
V.S.O.P. the prime directive directing traffic
wreaking havoc on a stigmatic mind collection
aerobatic aromatics airing y'all out wit automatics
big j hit the sticky like I'm smokin on a cactus
leanin on my axis wit energy to do some backflips
if you cool then we cool
but all haters get left with cracked hips
I done left the mic torched
I need some water like chapped lips
...GNR...

I got chapped lips it's dry out in the air
Get stares when I roll by in my 78 corvair
Keep a heater on my hip when I roll through the slums
Scope out the bums lookin for crumbs and a mouthful of rum
Poorer than dirt, but gonna get hurt if you tryna take mine,
Check out the time, I'm in a bind gotta get home by nine
And make dinner

I hit this weed and lose my mind
watch it walk across the table
zoned out jammin screw
chopped up Kane and able
I been a G since the cradle
I was raised in the game
y'all get your game from cable
mine flows in my vein
spit these flows off my brain
through my arm in to my hand
pimpin beats slappin cheeks like hol'up MAN!!!

Guess I'll pick up where Marcus left off, since he's me:

Jammin bible stories on tape, Kane and able
Chopped up by og Ron c on the tables, barely able
to stand, gone off that Xanax and gin,
Jeremy Lin jersey on, Lamborghini cologne god damn

Originally Posted by joefinnigan15

Guess I'll pick up where Marcus left off, since he's me:

Jammin bible stories on tape, Kane and able
Chopped up by og Ron c on the tables, barely able
to stand, gone off that Xanax and gin,
Jeremy Lin jersey on, Lamborghini cologne god damn

your Marcus ? dam I had no clue , gnr , well i appreciate helpin keep pen an pad alive homie.

chorus)3x

i gots the be me teas maid, i recline in the shade sipin,
leanin.

flow from that boy narv got me thinkin' like a wizard,
what can i come up with, brainstormin' like a blizzard,
shaded up in my office, blockin the sun from hittin' my eyes,
I said fuck them rays, they tryna damage my high,
poured a glass of crown up, and mixed it with some coke,
not talkin' bout the white, over here just soda and the smoke,
come into my realm, peep my steez, take some peanuts,
open up the blueprints, evaluate, rip the pre-nup,
S.O.S. to that bitch whose trying to ruin my life,
put a tracker on my cell to see what I'm doing at night,
I move swiftly, but surely, as I press on the pedal,
clutch motion 2 inches, tap that then switch gears,
put my foot back on the gas, i'll be back, no fears,
this generation got me fucked, niggas havin kids at fourteen,
told my momma last summer Imma let her live what she dreams,
soon as I get that paycheck I'll head straight to the dealer,
get that new benz and a new house while i'm with her,
no retirement home, cause I can care for my people,
but that was just an abyss, i'm still sittin here under the holy church steeple

i knocked the steeple down when my trunk open up
left ya standin there confused holdin up a potent cup
refills for days smokin up the purple haze
fuck a trophy truck its 4 does when i swang
it might be a Lincoln got them freaky bitches winkin
or maybe Chevrolet concentrating on my uniqueness
im writing a complete list of those that oppose
you cant fuck wit the dawg without bein on ya toes.....