Thread: pass tha mic & co-Lab,grain grippen & lane stab....

i be smokin and ckokin token on that top flight
got me stoppin at green lights
runnin through the red light
i done swung so hard my trunk popped and broke my headlight
the law saw and stopped me talkin bout i got my bread right
you dead right my sleds tight
king kong in my trunk beatin up my air nikes
im heatin up a pair of pipes on my chevy sippen sprite
im to throwed to recite so my style is freestyle
in my driveway draggin tile
im buck wild bitch im fowl
talkin down on the j
ill bring the "k" and spread the rounds
hell yeah i like the sound
ima stay screwed down
screwed up and tow down
ima wreck on TEXASTAKEOVER rollin pounds........
.................................................. ......................
SMOKE REEFFA,,,,YUP ITS A KEEPPA,,,,

shit ill collab wit myself
thats what im talkin bout
grain grabbin to the left
trunk beatin walk it out
i just like the beat so i turn the tweets down
and bob my head peep the infared
lets grab the mic i keep it in my sled
i cant pass the mic cuz id rather wreck instead
cuz i know that my flow
wit no beat'll bob your head
gimme head in a foreign
dome shots while im pourin
thats what im callin brain stormin..
bitch adore me
baby face but i'll floor a G
come peep my next collab if you after some more of me.........bitch smoke weed!!!haha,,yyeeeaaaahhhhh biatch....

one word....wow....

wow?

this is more of a cypher then a collab...collabs are where a few people get on the same topic and drop a piece.

pass the mic to me and listen to the flow of a G let everything else be history!/grain grippen in that lane sippin on that lean it's GingerbrEad goin off the chain hittin that cane you awready know mayne!/i just wish all the plexin was done so we could all have fun and stop talkin about guns!/ain't nobody on this motherfucka really bouty enough to shoot so stop actin cute before you get the boot!/i'm like blunt force trama on each beat i wreck go so hard it'll snap a nigga's neck!/now i would never diss anyone in the game who kept it real but i will say i squash the beef with you Thrill!/it just ain't me to run around runnin my mouth when i don't know what i'm talkin about?..that ain't how we do in the south!/here in Texas we keep it 100 forever and always alotta of you dissin need to put your diss on lay-a-way!//






~GingerbrEad Houston Ultra Gangsta Rap Revolution~

gingers rite people need to chill the fuck out caus people aint bout nutin, caus all we care about in texas is straight up stuntin,
rollin 24's an 26' woodgrain gripin candy paint drippin an purple sprit sippin,an i would say my diamonds is glisnin but i dont got nun ima jus tell the truth
texas is real an im the proof, but sum people dont belive because im wyte
but most people dont kno the meanin or real u need to get a lyfe
i dont need a pen or pad i dont need to write, flow of the top of the head\
u kno my shit rite, an i luv it when the pussy real tite, an im lyin when i said i wont byte

Originally Posted by Inferno $tacks

this is more of a cypher then a collab...collabs are where a few people get on the same topic and drop a piece.

tru dat tru dat,but a collab dont have to be about 1topic,it more or less a bunch of cats on the same track expressin their p.o. view on ANY subject.so a collabcan be about random shit every one that jumps on the collab dont have to be on the same topic long as the flows collaborate,,,nah meen

man
shouts out to ginger
and the wyteboi
for showin a dawg love
we playin wit a texas made toy
thats the microphone
might be my slab
im juiced up flowin bad
but i cant seem to collab
oh well ill keep flowin
blowin up my note pad
i can still wreck the mic
wit flows that show ass
no ass
ill be the ass slappa
when im on my playstation
my reprasentation is asscapa.

you can call me asscapa
im the microphone bastard
j dawgs a scrap snatcha
hate talk'll get you plasterd
i aint like a roadmaster
so i scooped a town car
ya best believe when my trunk pop
heads turn from affar

straight-up gangsta collaboration we the hardest gangsta's in the nation!/motherfuckin Texas fo real we G's thats all about those dollar bills and keep it trill and 45's that we keep concealed!/this gurl gonna lock it down for the underground load up my second clip for the second round yo body can't be found!/from the city of pop trunks to the city that invented krunk man we stay drunk!/grain grippen switchin lanes ya we switchen ain't trippen but we sippin..on that lean this is that texas scene!/


~GingerbrEad Houston Ultra Gangsta Rap Revolution~

im grippin woodgrain, asleep in da turnin lane,
syrup sippin n candy drippin, bes playa in da game,
screw tape da deck n breakin down da street,
got polo on mah body n nikes on mah feet,
reppin for da westside n drippin candy red,
fuck wit me n u'll see da devil before u get a slug to yo head,
leavin u to twitch, like an epileptic seizure,
i leave boys sick, cuz mah rhymes give hatas fever,
texas take over hustlas on our grind day after day,
keep talkin like u real n soon da buckshot'll start to spray,
E-M-2 up in dis bitch n im reppin for mah state,
i carry da star on mah back, n i forever live wit hate,
criminal thoughts in mah mind, hate n anger in mah chest,
El Mero Mero's flow is a TEXAS TAKE OVER best,
shout outs J Dawg n PHAZEOLA n all mah people from da T,
we do it big n texas hatas, so jus KEEP WATCHIN ME

mayne

Originally Posted by Big J DaWg

tru dat tru dat,but a collab dont have to be about 1topic,it more or less a bunch of cats on the same track expressin their p.o. view on ANY subject.so a collabcan be about random shit every one that jumps on the collab dont have to be on the same topic long as the flows collaborate,,,nah meen

Thats true but a collab has all verses posted at once...With A topic specified. Whether its based on something or bout anything. With all these posts of rhymes in one thread...its a cypher.

Originally Posted by Inferno $tacks

Thats true but a collab has all verses posted at once...With A topic specified. Whether its based on something or bout anything. With all these posts of rhymes in one thread...its a cypher.

shut the fuck up and spit motherfucker why you always on this dumb shit?!/you goin nowhere tryin to explain to everyone how to rhyme your cypher got threw out the window and your gonna talk about mine?!/you need to read my puncutial phrases and then see what i'm sayin motherfucker you think i'm playin?!/your text drops ain't nothin to me cuz in this game your just a part of history!//

still no rhymes...sad....

Originally Posted by GingerbrEad

shut the fuck up and spit motherfucker why you always on this dumb shit?!/you goin nowhere tryin to explain to everyone how to rhyme your cypher got threw out the window and your gonna talk about mine?!/you need to read my puncutial phrases and then see what i'm sayin motherfucker you think i'm playin?!/your text drops ain't nothin to me cuz in this game your just a part of history!//

dont take offense to dis sugestion ma, but if u broke up ur verses more it would be easier to follow ur flow. try it out like how i drop mah shit. it would be alot better to read n get a feel of wut ur sayin

Originally Posted by Em2

dont take offense to dis sugestion ma, but if u broke up ur verses more it would be easier to follow ur flow. try it out like how i drop mah shit. it would be alot better to read n get a feel of wut ur sayin

ok..

drop a flow man,, instead of critiqueing my tittle,, ive read some of your posts and you allright ,,so drop some creative shit and stop critiqueing it

i don't do random cyphers...i prefer actual topics..Why Babble?

Originally Posted by Inferno $tacks

still no rhymes...sad....

oh i'm a no rhyme havin bitch,
but your just a hoe ass trick.
you go off and say your a flow master,
everytime you spit it's a disaster.
lean inside my cup,
Ginger gettin this rap shit krunk.
you straight up lose it,
everytime i talk murder i'm gonna do it!

Originally Posted by GingerbrEad

oh i'm a no rhyme havin bitch,
but your just a hoe ass trick.
you go off and say your a flow master,
everytime you spit it's a disaster.
lean inside my cup,
Ginger gettin this rap shit krunk.
you straight up lose it,
everytime i talk murder i'm gonna do it!

lol thats better...and im glad how much attention ur showing me...its fun.

ay
i try to be creative
in my thought prosses
but these haters talkin down
make me wanna compress
my stress is endless
so i smoke weed wit insents
but the stress dont leave
so i drop spits
you can feel my flow
like it was fealin on your tits
for real im the shit
oh you aint no that im legit?
im ballin harder than a bitch thats cryin over rent
my rims are never bent
i swung so hard that i hit the dam fence
haters mad talkin down
can blow my dick like air vents
screens fall wit the spongebob square pants
you mad cuz im real
and you faker than implants

dam some implanted tits
ill get under your skin like ticks
and when it come to freestyle
im the fucken president
my pressence presents
that im not a george bush
but he is from texas
so ima fire up the kush
what up george bush
what up obama
what up to all the fans haters and they mamas
eatin chimichangas reppin texas blowin ganja
its big j i wreck the mic like a perahna.....

someone anyone rap battle me,
while i'm on this hennessy.
please just start it up,
so i can get krunk.
inferno $tacks you talk a big game,
but let me put you under this flame.
i swear it'll be to fuckin hot for your weakass,
you be screamin let me get a weekend pass.
i'm to high of a caliber rapper for you,
by the time i'm done you'll be thru.
classic flows for a weakass hoe,
talkin that bullshit about GI Joe.
you have no kinda game whatsoever,
you talk a bunch a shit but you ain't clever.
it's H-Town bitch don't you know,
just come to one of my show's.

I hate when niggaz talk about sniffin da coke/
twistin da dope slittin ya throat wit a knifeblade/
i'll burn ya flesh wit a flamethrower it'll hurt to death/
f da bull heres a bullet cuz i heard ya mess/
blowin it up cuz i dont give a (what)/
like nigga wats up blood drippin from cuts/
but i'll stab ya down in ya gut im goin crazy and i aint even drunk/
and when im done wit all dat make ya drown in ya blood/
i gotta fire bomb dat i rely upon/
to do a liar harm while his cryin mom watch/
you'll die in one shot ya see my gun ya know its bigger/
hold up nigga i'll pull da trigger and throw ya in da potomac river/
*pause* my lyrics got ya jaw droppin down/
dey all stoppin now to call cops around cuz my rhymes illegal/
dont fuss cuz i'm a regal trust me i am evil/
dont just deny it im sharp like a needle youre so feeble/
dont be stupid or im pullin da trigger/
ya really think ya so tough well ya full of it nigga/
i warned da brother (warner bros) more then looney tunes he was gonna die/
i punched him in da stomach and my hand came out da other side/
if 2 niggaz try to jump me i'll leave ya both in stitches/
then i'll rip out dey tounges and choke em wit it/
i gotta sick and twisted mind so u can meet ya casket/
give a nerdy emo kid a gun and he can blast it/

lol no disrespect but no one got nuthin on me try me theres more where dat came from...

Originally Posted by Deandre_Houston

I hate when niggaz talk about sniffin da coke/
twistin da dope slittin ya throat wit a knifeblade/
i'll burn ya flesh wit a flamethrower it'll hurt to death/
f da bull heres a bullet cuz i heard ya mess/
blowin it up cuz i dont give a (what)/
like nigga wats up blood drippin from cuts/
but i'll stab ya down in ya gut im goin crazy and i aint even drunk/
and when im done wit all dat make ya drown in ya blood/
i gotta fire bomb dat i rely upon/
to do a liar harm while his cryin mom watch/
you'll die in one shot ya see my gun ya know its bigger/
hold up nigga i'll pull da trigger and throw ya in da potomac river/
*pause* my lyrics got ya jaw droppin down/
dey all stoppin now to call cops around cuz my rhymes illegal/
dont fuss cuz i'm a regal trust me i am evil/
dont just deny it im sharp like a needle youre so feeble/
dont be stupid or im pullin da trigger/
ya really think ya so tough well ya full of it nigga/
i warned da brother (warner bros) more then looney tunes he was gonna die/
i punched him in da stomach and my hand came out da other side/
if 2 niggaz try to jump me i'll leave ya both in stitches/
then i'll rip out dey tounges and choke em wit it/
i gotta sick and twisted mind so u can meet ya casket/
give a nerdy emo kid a gun and he can blast it/

lol no disrespect but no one got nuthin on me try me theres more where dat came from...

ehhh it wasnt dat good hommie

poetic genius but unstable mind,
have the production company pressin rewind cuz i'm one of a kind!
all i need is a topic and i'll go off like a rocket,
hit the stage puttin cash in my pocket!
i'm just a southern houston kinda gurl and you know this,
but fuckin with my money is some hoe shit!
let me break down the game for the haters,
why jump off in the houston rap game as an imatator?!
just keepin it 100 till my last day for all the real G's,
dope lyrical freestylin is a sickness and i have the disease!
so word to anyone tryin to come up in the game,
i swear it ain't all about the money and the fame!
there's real work out here to be done and thats fo real,
just keep on chasin that dollar bill and keepin it trill!

Originally Posted by Inferno $tacks

i don't do random cyphers...i prefer actual topics..Why Babble?

maybe you should do some random flows ,you know just to show you AINT using that rhyming dictionary you so eagerly make quotes from....nah mean..true essence of ANY hip hop comes from real experiences and not just a bunch a words that rhyme,,so to me,,homie,youre the only one babling on and on and on,
i can drop hella lotta flows in your little timelimit it takes to drop your lil 10 bars,so if you wanna come at me wit your preherses rehersin weak verses then that make you a hoe now you need purses.....lmao.....lmoa.....lmao(at you cuz i know your gonna take it personal and talk shit ,but instead,you should come equiped.4-real mayne)


p.s.drop flows and stop akin like hoes

Originally Posted by Em2

ehhh it wasnt dat good hommie

middle finger to da haterz i just want my bread and butta/
niggaz try to jack my swag then umma leave em dead in guttas/
your shirts gonna look different and by the way reds the color
should have kept ya mouth closed nigga i said to shut up/
usually i stay calm but dis time i didnt wanna/
my desire to be good stops me but dis time it isnt gonna/
stress ball in one hand my notepad in da other/
thinkin of a story when im at da mall wit my mother/
just won a rap battle now its time to win another/
comin straight outta dat h-town yes ive been a southern/
saw dis hot girl wit sexy glasses now im finna love her/
put my thang between her titties now she got sticky covers/
some of da stuff i say is shocking call dat written thunder/
but listen to wat niggaz say on da radio it is dumber *coughs* (soulja boy/
im just playin deandres way is wat umma get dis summer/
but if u dont know about rebirth then a rocks wat u been livin under/

(http://www.myspace.com/deandrehouston)
dey be hatin on my rhymes sayin dey aint a fan of dis/
cuz ya lackin it potassium is wat a man will get/
im talkin bout shootin banana clips/
i wanted da best of both worlds just like wat hannah gets/
im in da studio makin imperial figgas in here we go bigger/
ya think ya captain crunch well umma cereal killer/
comedian captian crunch i have fun eatin them/
crunchatize me capn bunch a guys be packin *gunshot*/
u must really think im playin hatin debatin save him/
cuz if ya dont then umma make his day end/
leggo my eggo ya better not say no/
three 6 be sippin on syrup and i aint talkin maple/
man y dey always messin wit me/
dat ak will hit ya make ya find out how to get to sesame street/
dats wat happens when bad kids beefin dey dont know dat its treason/
watch out bugs bunny cuz its wabbit season/
they'll put holes in ya body from five gunshots/
then people will think ya look just like spongebob/
so ya better think again before u attackin mosby/
cuz ya bailey makin money but i got da suite life of zack and cody/
da 5-0 drive slow then da guys dode/
oops i meant da guys dead dat was just a typo/
if u think u da hottest hi my name is hydro/
my money is green just like da mascot from geico/
cuz ya life could be easier if ya losin da drama/
yeah i can be a lion king no hakuna matata/
da cat in da hat will get his gat in da back/
of his lack and just like dat it go blat and you'll splat/
i tried to be nice but now i aint playin no more/
ya wont be lookin so smart wit ya brains on da floor/
ya finna get murked lotta thangs planned dis war/
and now ya shirt gotta stain and its torn/
he was bottle poppin and i dont mean apple juice/
so if u get drunk i guarenteed its a fact you'll lose/
hes thinkin bad and wants weed and crack/
da things he lacks is common sense cuz drugs were defeatin dat/
i suggest ya never start smokin weed or blowin trees/
and i know dat if u offer me coke ye aint talkin bout no pepsi/
cuz dat makes u da definition of retarded/
cuz he couldnt finish an expidition dat he started/
im da next lil wayne and umma let em see/
i be comin wit da punchlines and da meta-threes/
oops i mean meta-fours (metaphors) fame yeah im winnin more/
its me against the world im feelin like im in a war/
try to step to me and dat chopper gone get ya/
u gone need dr dre dr suess and dr pepper/
i put da imac to ya adams apple/
ya think braggins bad see me in a rappin battle/
i am a rapper so i get a lotta cash/
treat my guns like jimmy neutron gotta blast/
dat last rhyme was so sick its gone need a doctor/
i am #1 like burger kings whopper/
dont underestimate me guns i will carry/
i get a lotta dough call it pillsburry/
i be chasin paper and money i be stackin/
umma bring hip hop back in and umma star like patrick/

Originally Posted by Deandre_Houston

middle finger to da haterz i just want my bread and butta/
niggaz try to jack my swag then umma leave em dead in guttas/
your shirts gonna look different and by the way reds the color
should have kept ya mouth closed nigga i said to shut up/
usually i stay calm but dis time i didnt wanna/
my desire to be good stops me but dis time it isnt gonna/
stress ball in one hand my notepad in da other/
thinkin of a story when im at da mall wit my mother/
just won a rap battle now its time to win another/
comin straight outta dat h-town yes ive been a southern/
saw dis hot girl wit sexy glasses now im finna love her/
put my thang between her titties now she got sticky covers/
some of da stuff i say is shocking call dat written thunder/
but listen to wat niggaz say on da radio it is dumber *coughs* (soulja boy/
im just playin deandres way is wat umma get dis summer/
but if u dont know about rebirth then a rocks wat u been livin under/

lol i guess u want a taste huh? n for da record, im always in red. whether im alive or dead its gon be dat color

ima be in red
tvs behind my head
my trunk pop on my sled
i didnt get neons i got the led
i might just grow some dreds
but i like bald fades on my head
sacci shades on my dome
infa red on my chrome
but its not the pistol its an alarm like my home
im freestylin on my phone
that bitch never on roam
i can freestyle from asia allthe way back home

back home from asia now im headed to japan
i be da man with da masterplan eliminatin lies n spam
im a monsta like big tuck i get my dick sucked by a bitch slut
she get fucked in da backseat of my big truck
and to em2 and deandre ride with

drapped in red, layin in bed, while yo bitch is givin me head,
i aint got time for plex, cuz im on mah grind ta get mah bread,
lettin niggas know cuz i gotta stay fed,
ima keep fuckin rappin till im gone n dead,
goin from rags to riches n saggin mah britches,
doin wut i do is wut gets me deez bitches,
jus livin mah life, n doing mah thang,
keepin it gangsta mayne, jus watch me fuckin swang

man watch me swang while im doin my thang
like that tre the truth i speak the buiseness mayne
i done swung the lane
just look at the aftermath
grain grippin gettin splinters
while these hoes chasin after cash
bitch please like im after ass
i can drive blindfolded cuz diamonds line my path....

DIAMONDS LINE MY PATH, AND PLATINUM DRIVE MY LAC
I BE ON AUTO PILOT IN DA BACKSEAT GRABBIN ASS
MAYNE IM A FOOL WITH THIS RAP SHIT BUT IM NOT A RAPPA
THIS BE MY 9TH FLOW TODAY, I BE LABLED A CAPPA
I PEEL CAPS BATTLE FAGS, AND IM RIPPIN DA MIC
HALF DEAD IN DA HEAD BUT STILL IM FEELIN AIGHT
IM DROPPIN BOMBS LIKE SADAAM AND HIS POTNA OSAMA
ELECT DJ FO' REAL 4 PRESIDENT MAYNE FUCK AN OBAMA
ILL TURN THE WHITE HOUSE BROWN, THE COLOR OF MY FIECIES
I BE A THUGGED OUT HUSTLA, NOW THATS A RARE SPIECIES
ITS JUST A FEW OF MY KIND, AND ILL TELL U WHO IS
IT BE DAT J DAWG, EM2, AND ILLMATIC IN DIZ

u wanna try me then we can get physical here
da skys da limit i'll put ya whole clique in da air
now i got niggaz tellin me dis isnt fair
errebody want my skillz now dey all wish it was theirs
flow colder then penguins a king like julian
if a nigga think he can beat me go ahead and duel me then
i guess gettin my ak is somethin dat i gotta do
now your face has officially been chopped and screwed
leave ya body wit three rings causin ya t-pain
i aint a cow so why ya think dat i want beef mayne
shoot ya in ya legs so in a race u wont pass me
now ya lookin like jimmy on degrassi
i can keep arithm i dont even need a log
but all ya'll haterz are sons of female dogs
check me out im g'd up from da feet up
diss me you'll get towed up from da flo up

Originally Posted by Dj Fo' Real

lol this nigga dug up a month old textstyle..

no i just made dat up wat u talkin bout?