Drop a verse right now

[ThaRealness]

Lets all unite and fight,
against the common plight
known as the plant disease blight
around the world
farmers have their hopes and dreams dashed
some take shortcuts to get quick cash
but in the long run, their crops are done
This is a message to everyone
who harvests in wallaby clarks and gold chains
make sure to rotate your crops,
and if they get infected,
use fungicide

 

[Terrance Curtis Beasley]

I'm the shyt
I fukk your bytch
You broke and Im rich

 

[Mac Casper]

(mumbles for 45 seconds)

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

.......................

 

[Sauce Dab]

I don't freestyle because my style ain't free

 

[WaveGang]

Criminal minds decline
Like wine, to an alcoholic
Prosperity a dream I fien
For jewels, while I sip I tonic

 

[Sccit]

IM SO FAR GONE GOT ME FLOWIN ALL CALM
CHOP YOUR CROPS? BIITCH, WE AINT ON FARMERSONLY.COM
I WAKE HOES LIKE A ROOSTER, DIDNT MEAN TO ALARM HER
BUT THIS COLI MUTHAFUCCA RAPPIN LIKE HE A FARMER
IM CALMER, COMPOSED, GOTA GET EM WIT THE FLOWS
JOO WISH U WAS CHOSE AS I HIT EM WIT THE NOSE
HE ASKED ME TO DROP, SO I SHIITED ON HIS PLATE
LIKE A BIRD WIT A SQUIRTER, AS FILL EM UP WIT EIGHT

 

[Terrance Curtis Beasley]

Hold up, Rolex on my wrist
Rolex on my bytch, 30 on my waist
30 to your face, 60 to your face
90 to your face, that’s a closed case
You an old nikka, man you washed up
Young savage, man I got my car washed up
Pulled up on a motherfukking nikka, wrapped up
Then I pulled up in a motherfukking Brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

 

[Piffery]

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It's a little quiet because it's like 2am song have to speak real low and im not used to recording my voice

Thecoli calls me a cac,
calls me a c00n and throws negs dead at my back
So I guess it's time to spit bars back at these wack hacks cramping my style until they're bashed,
Crashed and burn like trains jumping off the tracks cuz my tracks bump, and turn their brains to mash,
mash that I eat up cuz this cyphers a bash, a party for me and y'all are the food so pack your bags.
Because your time is finished go on, hop to the next board
Your accounts boarded up and your bars bored
Fake stories about pawg whores and activism, seriously when's the last time you even gave your bullshyt a listen?
Because to me it sounds more like garble spewed by Trump
Jewels of wisdom you droppin? Nah more like dump.
And I'm dumping y'all out back with the trash, maybe you can get a job out at the Outback if you're still not fired up by the end of this attack.
Since I don't think fake certs get people decent employment
But I guess your life's fuffiled shytting on black women for cheap enjoyment.
Where do you post? In TLR or the Root? Because one of them tries be deep while the former aches like your busted tooth,
Maybe it's time to get a canal done and get that fixed, but you're so inept I doubt you could even dig a ditch.
Just bytch and dig a hole with promises of revolution, and plug your ears to the sounds of the truth im moving.

Gawd MC bars for days

 

[Shadow King]

I let my hair grow till women vomit at me.
Peeking at the throne, Martians throwing comets at me.
I dodge them aptly, eating Ramen packets, Pro Shiva.
The Firestarter, the water bearer, clone defeater.
I blow Noreasters, vigor overloading meters.
Till big booty bytches wear their best for the god like clothes for Easter.
Motherland, northern land, and Samoan freaker.
The only time I choke is when I palm the throat of features.
My subconscious is sci-fi.
Muddied by my generation's fixture on Wi-Fi.
Not many nights I wear dry eyes, the demons finally taken over.
I must appeal to those who lace cola with baking soda.
In addition to their mistresses who range from Rovers to rusting '98 Hondas.
No panties under pajamas.
The son of Jerry, I rather be Rice than Calvin Johnson.
Obsession level so great I drink venom straight out the mamba.

 

[360dagod]

fukked up world we living in
nikkas asking if God's Satan
Tell'em to stay strong keep hope alive
Mary and Henny keep'em going
But cant keep the demons from flowin
Thru the tears,anger,clips
Bonds Broken
nikkas locked
Mom's Hoeing
We aint even gonna discuss the Father tip
Trying to survive and strive amongst the strife
of what we call life,keeping my head above da H2O
Cuz the hood aint 90210,its area 51

 

[1-8-7-Skillz]

Its back to the blocc spittin raps, nikkas gettin Jacked & capped
for not Wearin Bulletproof vests
When the gunsmoke Clears Fake nikkaz get layed to Rest
With the taste of death like some bad ses
And the guts leakin on the floor makin for a damn mess
Shouldnt have fukked with them nikkaz runnin up on ya Bustin two in ya Lac
Cause they'll show no mercy, fo Sholy with death catchin Imitators slowly
in this world im livin,
'll make prison Seem like a gracefull Livin' cause then killers aint forgivin
A goddamn thang, so if ya wanna enter the Thunderdome if ya think you can hang

 

[1-8-7-Skillz]

Why this thread aint really poppin
Dudes too caught up in that mumble rap to drop bars ?

 

[Cheese McNair]

This thread is piss, nobody will get a deal outta this.
Dont be a crip, bloods knows that life is a snitch.
Dig em and ditch
I pitch em that dikk, your dikk is a shrimp
That's why I'm
God to your bytch

 

[jaguar paw]

I bomb atomically
Autonomy for pornography
fukk a lawyer fee
I'll destroy you B