haha this was more a freestyle keystyle to the Nas 'represent' beat.
this rap shit was gold, always held it in the highest...
your highness, truly yours..killing heat like firefighters/
only dead days behind us, the futures here eery second...
reppin' ***, yes to death an trolly pole leathal weapons/
never second guessin' our repression, fuck suggestions,
man made from rags from crack pads to classy sections/
disect the rich cunts, the poor here to take it...
yall pussy blockers well we all here to rape it/
never played the favourite, yall float good or sink son,
switch on to stitch cunts, and get stitched if shits dumb/
shits fun, its borrowed time we all on, the fact is...
we flat sick with this yall some fat kids on my black list/
i always find myself searching for inspiration
anything to motivate me to make something of this creation
find the power to overcome the issues we're facing
thoughts rush through my head at night as my mind is racing
i cant relax because of all this anger i keep inside of me
i dont know what could happen when i release it violently
all i know is when i do i feel i'll be able to sleep silently
and have some motherfucking peace finally
no more grief striking me im movin on
i encourage criticism i cant wait to prove you wrong
so if you got nothing to say you best move along
keep movin til you get back to where you belong
i put down verses like a rhythm vetenarian.
got poets shook, written bout how death is scary n.
they dont wanna die, but beggers cant be choosers.
u get what ur given n u better say thank u sir.
or imma take it back like whites to the indians.
im a cool cunt but i fry up these idiots.
so many dudes these days think style is ur prettiness.
but the cunts are disillusioned, tryin to fit in, shit.
what are they now? pieces of corn, corny motherfuckers.
i chomp thru this ish with ease, cunts better run for cover. BLOA!
YO peep this, ya cheap spits will get heaps ripped,
my secret? victorias unique gift no bleached tips!
its peace bitch to each twit who wanna have beef hits,
but be fit before u sneak in coz im creepin. so compete this!
my games a gift but im not a tolken bloke!
im a tokin' bloke, show ur woes 'n' im chokin' throats!
u just hobbits like ya scripts is from something Tolkien wrote,
my imagery is wizardry so enjoy this spoken show.....
just a few random verses different topics and shit, i'm working on at the moment,
don't know if their ready to be posted up as its before the editing stages where i fix up alot of shit but here it is,,
trolling for some hash blocks in the gritty back drop, the city where have nots
commit crime for cash jobs
lads by the graff spot, taking flicks for mad props,
snap shots, uploaded, on the net thru their lap tops
boosters by the back of kebab shop,
selling goods with the tax off
while crime bosses interact with bad cops,
to relax when its mad hot,
the sickest mc on the 3rd planet,
i orbit the earths canvas, utilizing words to cause nerve damange,
with an indepth understanding of the english language,
causing panic, exploiting mc's to further my advantage
lyrics sting like the tail of a scorpion,
causing endorphins to rush thru your body when the venom pours in,
i strike without warning, from night til the morning
wipe syanide in your pores and wait til it absorbs in,
kick your door in, the type of dude that causes distortion,
ignite sticks of dynamite to blow shit out of proportion
i'm black hearted,, enough to extract blood from these rap artists,
harvest your internal organs to sell on the black market,
then take u hostage, beat you till your unconscious,
commit the type of acts that make joseph fritzel vomit,
seems like we're living our last days,
humanity's in a dark place,, and we're stuck in our past ways
look at the sky, clouds is dark grey,
turn on the news, another disaster causing heart aches,
whatever happend to unity,
now we got mutiny,
countries in war, over a cause thats not true to me,
they want us to believe we got freedom of speech,
while censorship laws, seem to increase by the week,
news papers dictating what we see and preceive
and thats big brothers plan to keep us deep in our sleep
hense everything we eat, is chemically optimised
to keep the generation confused and genetically modified,
Yo they hated me at school, but they love me at the blacky nights,
And they hating me at uni, but they love me on the battle sites,
That parasite, wipe you off the planet like an ammonite,
Just drip constant and build up slowly like stalagmites,
Only amateur vet, cunnies meet calamity pez,
Y’aint had to have met this level of arrogance yet,
I lack your respect, acting like I really give a fuck,
You shitty cunts, ain’t set me up with a challenger yet,
I’m balancing debt, with an ego the size of the world,
And you ain’t have to step when you can rely on your words,
I ain’t stingy bitch, I’m just scummy and selfish,
I’m the king of this shit, I just wanna be elvis,
So Ima stay at my peak straight ripping you cunts,
Til you find me OD’d on prescription drugs,
Did the globe in 80 days, literally,
That bastard with a half cold heart o’ gold, despicable me,
2008
Fuck what you heard, cos it was probably true,
Ain’t a lie when people say I’m a horrible dude,
I’d probably use a horrid excuse to get out of offering food,
To the impoverished youth, like ‘I’ve got a lot to do”,
Me and Oliver’s crew will never holler at you,
We’ll be picking a pocket or two at a corroboree group,
Swipe a tribe’s tents, log fire and wallabies too,
Snap some photos, steal the soul of the group and make off with the loot,
Be popping the boot and chuck in their entire economy “DUUUUUUUUDE,
You gotta be rude?” No, it’s something open to choose,
Whether I’m sober or been drinking alotta the booze,
I’m more full of shit than colonoscopy tubes,
I’m obviously through with dropping the truth,
So all I can offer to you is obnoxious and crude,
And I know this verse could have me possibly lose,
Your respect, but if you know me it’s already gone so it’s cool,
2006
Yo fuck gifts and problems, got natural skill,
Have you looking like something the cattery killed,
Battering still on some violence like the bride in Kill Bill,
Could be vomiting or spitting doesn’t matter I’m still ill,
Only kid rhyming in the entire city of Whitehorse,
So I took the title without having to fight for it,
I’d fight twice as oft if I had competition,
But for now I’ll stand on the porch screaming “I’m the four four, COME ON WITH IT”,
I act tough cos no-one gives a fuck if I rap for life,
Hard being a hip-hopper in a metro’s paradise,
Coolio would have been shocked if he’d seen what the east cops,
From East Donny to Dorset it’s horseshit until the beat stops,
Weak spots, wish I was from Werribee sometimes,
Better to be broke and hip-hopping in Sunshine,
Than listening to house and copping some fucked rhymes,
And watching pink shirts and kids flirt with chicks courteous til their dicks hurt…
2004
I declare a fire alert on the state of rap,
So no more trying to pack heat, you will now abstain from that,
We’re explaining to the remaining names that we’re reigning now,
The great depression, these lyrics represent oppression raining down,
Lyrically Ambitioned are in place to replace the failing generations,
Australian regimes, made of teens it’s the prophetic explanation,
The next nation, call us the revolution leaders, Resistants,
We’re about to commence the golden age, the second Renaissance,
The three prophets, hit u like a comet in horror flicks,
These horrid lyrics we flow forth with like vomiting spit,
Sorcerer’s tricks, throw epileptic fits on kids for humour,
Let us assume the first album will all but consume all consumers,
This new movement, will start the bandwagon rolling a second time,
Sales are massive, cos we spit a classic with every second line,
Since year nine, it’s been an ambition to re-condition hip-hop oz,
Rest assured, in two years time we’ll be the best abroad,
The rest is yours, as long as we can stake a place in history,
Vaporised these aging minds, render them in a gaseous state of misery.
Debut Album - The Man From Battery Lane available HERE (http://www.mediafire.com/?z7l7hiwwbxcb1jx)
"A rollin' stone gathers no moss...
but to many cocks made your pussy walls flop"
-WBAC
2004
"Infiltrate the system, sonic waves in my jizzem,
each sperm incased in a single cell prison,
locked an load, blown at the objective of they mission,
their aim? to take over the reproductive system.
Helms Deeps' got shit on the canyon that they packin',
ten million of my best invested inside this contraction..
conception.... is still not a subject I'm forgettin'
but i'm a gambling man, and the odds are worth betting.
Soildiers contesting acid in the pink vaginal passage...
attacked on all flanks in gorrilla warfare fassion....
something something...
its a scary place inside the snatch...
with discharge on the walls an pussy-farts blowing you back" [and so forth can't remember]
just cruising the forum... pretty new to this still... n felt like dropping sumthing:
im not what u expected in a rapper,
or a fighter, fuck it, ur opinion dosnt matter
go on and follow ur crowd,
ur the old man, on the block that says the musics to loud
ima break ur fake marters like a matress,
the only use for me to spit at u would be for me to gain sum target practice
never looking for these fights but i atract it,
so i'd bounce now befor i blow the spot like boxed matches
to a can of octane, i rock trains,
in a paint stained hoody, high as fuck but got aim
keep on eye on me, but dont try and follow,
coz ur lies are like my dick, just to fuckin hard to swallow
or to deep throaght, laugh but dont choke
coz the hungers real and for real kid im still broke
which means i still will spill blood,
to feel, an adrelaline rush, i luagh as im fucking u up
spent half my life tryna get right, to fit in,
but was never really differnt just a differnce of opinions
no1 really gives a shit about ur fake mayhem,
i just wana dip to make pay and pay rent
all these fake accents, right in front of me
ur frontin for sumthing the deffinition of a wanna be
be true to self as selfish do,
and this in itself isnt you and itsnt inherently true
but the more i here your wack rhymes and the pussy shit u stand for
taken up causes just for populer consenses
i can sense this a mile away, its senceless
in deffinition it is the lack of sense i present this
confetion to repent this resentfullness
i feel towards your kind of imperfections
as a speicimen led from egypt to reble against my master
i find the strength to lift the room and strip the plaster
and just for asking, ill bash you with a mask on
and make my task to obliterate the hatfull task force
and liberate the masses, and beat u dead
with a stone tablet to get the 10 comandments stuck in ur fucking head
Bam bam, Buddy walks in the place
Toy, get the fuck out of my face,g's be trippin
Getting my gangsta on,i rip sets,agent orange like war vets,
I stab cunts everyday,real rough around my way,dont make me shank you,bitch i'll have to thank you
Like i have to thank for the end of march,when the outdoor buddies are on the march
Straight into my lungs with that ill type flow,i puff coheebas,filled with cheebas getting my chocolate on
yo, im really diggin how this topic isnt fallin off.
everyone is keepin levelheaded if its good or not.
in this single cord we've got the main man verbalize.
the maker of this thread, word to this man for the plot.
next up is kultcha, wait till he evolves from.
a little baby vulture into something much more colder.
then we have bipola, this dudes a rhymical king.
the way he says shit n all of his sylables string.
what up g.a.d., aussieozborn n scrawl.
mcnastybastard, i dont know u four at all.
we all felt that god damn hell of a verse by patos breegz.
what fuckin tradgedy, keep strong my family.
the don, the chief, the boss dub b.a.c.
everything this mafucka says be crazy.
p44 commin with flames n heat.
steppin to this cunt will leave u maimed n beat.
word to those who dropped bars but didnt get a bar from me.
its ya man seeka, peace, love n harmony!
i penetrate,and procreate and my flow you ate
wholesome,awesome and then some
I got big gun,i go click click,your dead prick,stick n lick,ya old dear
Brown cow,pow pow.Fools are garying out,like rainbow trout
Buddy Sprout,the realness,he's the truest,illest MC
so nonchalant only cold and red runs through these veins
scared of getting caught up? never thats only growing pains
approach any situation with conviction motivation and self belief
and in the words of you know who im yelling fuck the police
eyes wide open even got em in the back of my head
so if they think they gonna take me only way is im dead
why you change now? got money and dont know a brother name
think about it though we switch positions and id probly do the same
for different reasons though, cos noone aint never did shit for me
dont disclose secrets, cause you never get shit for free
not from me at least, see i been there done that
coz at days end its only gonna turn round, come back
and bite you in the ass i been bitten too many times already
fake friends, dead weight only the bar's too heavy
i been sittin back kickin ill rhymes in silence,
i spit a rap for a quick kill i thrive on violence,
we're all just trying to let out that fire inside us,
but whenever i do all i hear is cries and sirens,
and despite ya tryin,
you could never extinguish this fire im lightin,
my mind ignites as i recline just writin,
my brain sparks flames as my rhymes just tighten,
not a titan on the mic but i might if i keep tryin,
practice makes perfect believe me i aint lyin,
i got more pride than 8 lions,
im defying fakes and liars,
and of course i got my brothers to protect,
cover your head or get bludgeoned to death,
i smother ya breath, air stuck in ya chest,
i make you eat your words, chew em up and digest,
ah yes, you're running on empty need to pull up and rest,
i confess, im messed up, a heartless wreck,
but i just keep at it, embark on a quest,
to defeat rappers, become the best,
i just keep rappin, wont succumb to the stress
overcome the numbness until theres nothing left
Originally posted by scrawl
alright i got the vibe happening right here right now
in life its like you have to fight fear or lie down
now some know these rules but ain't speak them
n they'll use your state as some hate freedom
so pursue the game the n the game'll consume ya fate
the illusions plain buts its the usual human mistake
the worlds a funeral parade n you was made for the grave
no matter the view that you take we all slave to the wage
i pen freshest like i write letters with lettuce
yes my weapons a leopard at menace
my best friends sentence is sentience
no regrets mentioned at mens end
so go and let the sea floor fall
that's what you wanted to see your force
its repercussions like a seesaw or
it's the effect and your the cause
don't shoot the messenger, you know your story's told
cats getting rolled like 18 year evasion of toll
fuck a culture, i've made sure i'm breaking those moulds
leave 'em second guessing, facing life chasing fool's gold
the oldest tricks in the book, set to set a world record
MCs be nixon, cause i'ma succeed like jerry ford
cut the accord, when the level ain't reached
cause you just can't teach what can't be teached
or then taught, def can't think what can't be thought
leaving you more uncomfortable than prisoners of war
check your apgar score, after me, be a perfect naught
for none, like a black cross burning over your door
what's in store's unsure, ozborn
littering super sweet sixteens like MTV's cutting room floor
door-to-door, speaker-to-speaker, state-to-state
knocking the whole globe with words straight from under the equate
soundbite for good measure
DEF MEN WALKING
www.youtube.com/user/defmenwalking
www.soundcloud.com/defmenwalking
www.facebook.com/defmenwalking
defmenwalking.bandcamp.com
Originally posted by aussieozborn
don't shoot the messenger, you know your story's told
cats getting rolled like 18 year evasion of toll
fuck a culture, i've made sure i'm breaking those moulds
leave 'em second guessing, facing life chasing fool's gold
the oldest tricks in the book, set to set a world record
MCs be nixon, cause i'ma succeed like jerry ford
cut the accord, when the level ain't reached
cause you just can't teach what can't be teached
or then taught, def can't think what can't be thought
leaving you more uncomfortable than prisoners of war
check your apgar score, after me, be a perfect naught
for none, like a black cross burning over your door
what's in store's unsure, ozborn
littering super sweet sixteens like MTV's cutting room floor
door-to-door, speaker-to-speaker, state-to-state
knocking the whole globe with words straight from under the equate
soundbite for good measure
haha dope.
heres what i got, will record it this time next week
fuck hurtin them ill kill your feelings
till your worlds upside down and your walkin on the ceiling
im too hot, my skin is pealing
im ice cold and ur just chilling
i only fuck up when my chick is on top
ill rock non-stop till my bodys stiff and my dicks gone flop
im a breath of fresh air like i am air and someone ate a mint
im yellin go ahead punk make my day like my name is clint
this flow is fuckin priceless
like stealin a truckys liscence
or burning ur grandmother eyelids
i though the crowd applauded, i must be psychic
handin out anthrax at injected room "try this"
im too ill i need prescription
ill stop dissin cops when they tell me my uncles not missin
if they got a warrant they'll still need my permission
Grab my 2012 mixtape here: http://patosbreegz.bandcamp.com
Spunky blokes are so arrogant, but that's why I love them.
Hot, sweaty men. Fuck yeah.
I'm heterosexual when it comes to having sex.
But other than that I prefer to hang with dudes.
We\'re nothing like the USA and thank god for that, I don\'t wanna have to be rapping \'bout \"Ho\'s\" and
\"Gats\" coz we don\'t got that; here- it\'s Centrelink and beer, A celebration of life, and a renouncing of fear.
I\'m not posing in my Avatar- I\'m Ooooing after a hard night on the Sunny. Notice my pasty morning complexion.
Originally posted by LiamStockton
Spunky blokes are so arrogant, but that's why I love them.
Hot, sweaty men. Fuck yeah.
I'm heterosexual when it comes to having sex.
But other than that I prefer to hang with dudes.
hey little liam see im here to report bro..............the
second coming of snorto i kill him for sport so..............take your fake fender strat and shove it up ya ass stat.......this aint a battle rap but
a diss to a punk bitch..........defunct snitch......with a funky itch on his ass pit...........stalking little kids like clint........to give a
rammen...this cunt is gammen.........skamen on the future of our nation.....its frustrating to see....hiv spread this way......easy e was free loven
but stockton here is sneak fucken the children..............feeling like his god when pushing fear on them...understand little man....merking you is
my only plan
RoNiKaL REPPING CAWSHES SQUADRON
FUCK TINY RASCAL GANG!!!
RoNiKaL CHIEF OF INTELLIGENCE AND COMMUNICATIONS
THE SQUADRON
if i ever relapse on chronic stickier then tree sap.......grab the kookaburra rap it right around my knee caps
Never lose step til i get to the way back
Dont stop wont stop not until i change rap
Thats him there with the straight hat
Flat brim straight back
How you ever gona underrate that
Scratch the track
This tracks a rap
I rap you clap
Thats actual fact
The tracks elapsed and your like whaaat?
What... I said it
And if you gota listen again to get it
Rewind it and play it and check it
The beat pulse like ya heart beat
Risin and fallin
My flows harder than your girlfriends suprise in the morning
I shine brighter than the light of new dawn
My lighters got me writing fire like im flying harder than chong!
It on!
Cant stop once its started
Thats just retarted
Everything you've done will be ditched dumped and departed
Push the hardest for the target and finish this rap
You all show me love i just be givin it back
Again im on my own
Still walkin down a road
N im Chasin a place i basically hope i wana go
all i know is blown
Im facing this alone
N Patience aint a way to fake the mates you should have known
Im Erasing it from stone
Replacing it with bone
N the blood sweat and tears from the path that i was shown
I never give up i never give in i keep on pushin
Until i find the very thing that first got me lookin
Like a buried treasure
Ye x marks the spot
The problem is im blind
N the xs are just dots
So ill look wherever
Through the cold and hot weather
For something better
Fuck it ill search forever
I'm, trying not to lose n the hard roads what i choose
You could walk a million miles n never fill up my shoes
So i lace up my boots
And face the path ahead
Content to keep on pounding/jogging
Til ive found/got it or im dead
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