Name me one rapper that can go bar for bar with KA
- Thread starter The Jewnited States
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lucky lefty
Most Annoying Jay Z (aka GOAT) Stan of All Time
Not even bout to dignify this retarded ass bullshyt with a proper troll response and sully the name of the GOAT by involving him with something as pathetic as the delusional wet dreams of a z-list rappers' #1 pompom waving, faq ass bootywasher
wilburn burchette
got his ass
nobody.
it's been in the works for a few years. metal clergy - "piece be with you". hopefully one day.
it's been in the works for a few years. metal clergy - "piece be with you". hopefully one day.
FruitOfTheVale
Superstar
"Being in deep ain't peak for my well-being
Lowest limbo, from what I had to grow in Hell seeing
It affected me, directly, like the rest
use to let it rest unaddressed now I'm addressing with the TECs
My outfit was house shyt, that had grand decisions
my stance is mansionly gained, check my manorisms
throw a slate with no weight in man religion
mami knew I'd land in Cuba before I land in prison
Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance
Was rabid son, shallow slum, deep grave my sentence
When you raised round rage and vengeance
You can change, but in the vein remains major remnants
Down to stick, move a pound or brick in towns for grip
Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple brown to rip
Some gold aesthetics, till they roll the credits
The villain star film noire, but hold the edits
In battlefields, had a will, couldn't bend or tame
It's God scripted, we start different but end the same
Enlightened with a page of thunder, the ageless wonder
I write that night life till my days of slumber"
He was spitting on this album for sure, that Cuba line is crazy.
I can go bar for bar with bro though
Lowest limbo, from what I had to grow in Hell seeing
It affected me, directly, like the rest
use to let it rest unaddressed now I'm addressing with the TECs
My outfit was house shyt, that had grand decisions
my stance is mansionly gained, check my manorisms
throw a slate with no weight in man religion
mami knew I'd land in Cuba before I land in prison
Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance
Was rabid son, shallow slum, deep grave my sentence
When you raised round rage and vengeance
You can change, but in the vein remains major remnants
Down to stick, move a pound or brick in towns for grip
Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple brown to rip
Some gold aesthetics, till they roll the credits
The villain star film noire, but hold the edits
In battlefields, had a will, couldn't bend or tame
It's God scripted, we start different but end the same
Enlightened with a page of thunder, the ageless wonder
I write that night life till my days of slumber"
He was spitting on this album for sure, that Cuba line is crazy.
I can go bar for bar with bro though
DrHackenbush
Happy wars/sad love songs
Pure poetry man, nearly every line has a double/triple meaning. Gonna play that Dr Yen Lo shyt tonight
My esteemed standards on clean canvas
Calm text of complex flavors, they scream blandness
I'm a visit to Oz for heartless brothas
We from the fall leaves all the darker colors
Young and savage, tons of baggage marked the luggage
We know the status of lavish starts with courage
We take risks, stepping in cold field
A makeshift weapon and no shield
No trepidation in summation, I speak the genesis
The revelation: most won't reap the benefits
Ka's concerned for the tides to turn
Put down the shotty, ain't gotta die to earn
There's safer avenues for cake to travel to
Mix a brisk gift, this gab is true
Through my best hood sketch provide the shades
This rap is what happens when the vibrance fades
My first pen stroke thinking curse kinfolk
And all disturbed words my men spoke
Just wishing for some fixings, been broke
Where survivals on a spiral, I spin hope
I spin hope
My esteemed standards on clean canvas
Calm text of complex flavors, they scream blandness
I'm a visit to Oz for heartless brothas
We from the fall leaves all the darker colors
Young and savage, tons of baggage marked the luggage
We know the status of lavish starts with courage
We take risks, stepping in cold field
A makeshift weapon and no shield
No trepidation in summation, I speak the genesis
The revelation: most won't reap the benefits
Ka's concerned for the tides to turn
Put down the shotty, ain't gotta die to earn
There's safer avenues for cake to travel to
Mix a brisk gift, this gab is true
Through my best hood sketch provide the shades
This rap is what happens when the vibrance fades
My first pen stroke thinking curse kinfolk
And all disturbed words my men spoke
Just wishing for some fixings, been broke
Where survivals on a spiral, I spin hope
I spin hope
FruitOfTheVale
Superstar
It's a few spitters in the game right now though, my nikka Blast was one of the nicest I heard in a minute before he had to sit down.
"Ice City vigilantes, if the price right
get the skillet, cook his brains like shrimp scampi
With the thumper like bambi,
doing this one for Rob Ben... (stay low and keep firing)
Was one of the first things I learned at 13
Along with using condoms, sold dummies Johnson & Johnson
White product got power like Austin
Used to be mini-me, now I'm just awesome
First class to Boston, with rap I'm jogging
And lapping all these artists while I'm jogging
Won't bury him or make him a coffin
Throw him off the ropes, Stone Cold Steve Austin
It's what I'm born to do, swerving in a foreign coupe
Made a thou a night, sitting on door and stoop
Camaro candy orange, roaring down six deuce
Good in the projects, locked in with shyt loose
7.62s got a habit of making rims ooze
Bullets cancer, we got Sigs too
Hook you like fish food,
I suggest you (stay low and keep firing)
Wack ass rappers I send to retirement
Cats up the tree, somebody call the fireman
Your raps no one believes so we call you the liar man
Words of advice to a dying man (stay low and keep firing)
Till your clip empty, fukk hoes my dikk stingy
Free Kenji, shouts out to Lindsay...
Lohan, and the whole Cokeland
shyt was so pure it gave Jay Mo a stroke fam
We all adults now, hutches with low mouths
Frequent flyers move quiet and smoke loud
Literally Wyte Boi's a ghost now
I wish he would've just (stay low and keep firing)
Military edition camouflage
Will have your boy buried away in Avenal
Deep throat like your bytch ain't have a jaw
Street coke kept me laced cause your boy ain't had a job
Pocket full of money, fat bundle, I ain't have to rob
Feds indicting the block, I ain't have to cop...
I ain't have the rock
CGs (stay low and keep firing)"
"Ice City vigilantes, if the price right
get the skillet, cook his brains like shrimp scampi
With the thumper like bambi,
doing this one for Rob Ben... (stay low and keep firing)
Was one of the first things I learned at 13
Along with using condoms, sold dummies Johnson & Johnson
White product got power like Austin
Used to be mini-me, now I'm just awesome
First class to Boston, with rap I'm jogging
And lapping all these artists while I'm jogging
Won't bury him or make him a coffin
Throw him off the ropes, Stone Cold Steve Austin
It's what I'm born to do, swerving in a foreign coupe
Made a thou a night, sitting on door and stoop
Camaro candy orange, roaring down six deuce
Good in the projects, locked in with shyt loose
7.62s got a habit of making rims ooze
Bullets cancer, we got Sigs too
Hook you like fish food,
I suggest you (stay low and keep firing)
Wack ass rappers I send to retirement
Cats up the tree, somebody call the fireman
Your raps no one believes so we call you the liar man
Words of advice to a dying man (stay low and keep firing)
Till your clip empty, fukk hoes my dikk stingy
Free Kenji, shouts out to Lindsay...
Lohan, and the whole Cokeland
shyt was so pure it gave Jay Mo a stroke fam
We all adults now, hutches with low mouths
Frequent flyers move quiet and smoke loud
Literally Wyte Boi's a ghost now
I wish he would've just (stay low and keep firing)
Military edition camouflage
Will have your boy buried away in Avenal
Deep throat like your bytch ain't have a jaw
Street coke kept me laced cause your boy ain't had a job
Pocket full of money, fat bundle, I ain't have to rob
Feds indicting the block, I ain't have to cop...
I ain't have the rock
CGs (stay low and keep firing)"
Black_Panther_JS
Superstar
don't know who that is but...
Earl, Mick, Kendrick, Soulo, Joey and Lupe
Earl, Mick, Kendrick, Soulo, Joey and Lupe
Lyrically against Ka? Nah brehs
Soul has potential tho. I'd wager Elzhi
Ka's Achilles heel is that
delivery/cadence
Pinyapplesuckas
He's A Good Man
Honor is gone among thieves
Leave you gutted and bloody, torn for dumb greed
Pitted against fam and flim for plum v's
Seeds study our muddy, we spawning young gees
Future ain't bright
None in school, wanna move elusive great white
He brung his tool, wanna duel, get wound with snake bite
He g'd a chick to run his mule, have a safe flight
It all pays from broad days to late night
nikkas get wet for wantin' rep
Spilled, Lord ain't built for it, we ain't talking sets
Drama with llamapromises or more or less threats
Survive higher age acquire grays through the craze
You could call us vets
From the past we the last of a dyin'
Plenty fell, live in hell, blasting the iron
Ways of fail, blaze a trail, path of a lion
Skatin' jail, raise a scale, lab like it's science
Today I hail, major sale, aves where they buy it
If I'm nabbed it's a riot
About that paper, lets get it
No concern, dough to earn, chase my next digit
Grow and learn, so in turn, base and get splitted
Hold the fort all we thought, apes and tecs kitted
fukk jakes, they just bigots
Ain't taking no shorts cause shyt is real
Want war, an encore, we applaud with bigger steel
Up late, cut plate, we forced to get a meal
Our year come, fear none, walk dogs where nikkas kill
Got caught and didn't squeal
Thorough nikkas is all we'll ever be
You was bred web, too soft to sell a ki
We was made brave, get paid for felony
Before the day I lay in the grave I'll never see
I'mma crave a better fee
I did without but no more
Got a heat, went down the street and sold raw
Didn't peak, so got a beat and wrote pure
We ain't blow, so I stayed low a whole tour
Tried to peddle, tired of this level, it's so poor
The ghetto is the devil's home door
Where we settle, need a metal four-four
Whoever want war get it willingly
Peeling with agility
Catch the villain milling where gorillas be
Get on my grizzle, let it sizzle, nikkas grilling me
Got the ability
Leave char-marks through hard hearts
And get nikkas touched that ain't feeling me
[Outro]
Collage, collage
Pieced together it's the art
Leave you gutted and bloody, torn for dumb greed
Pitted against fam and flim for plum v's
Seeds study our muddy, we spawning young gees
Future ain't bright
None in school, wanna move elusive great white
He brung his tool, wanna duel, get wound with snake bite
He g'd a chick to run his mule, have a safe flight
It all pays from broad days to late night
nikkas get wet for wantin' rep
Spilled, Lord ain't built for it, we ain't talking sets
Drama with llamapromises or more or less threats
Survive higher age acquire grays through the craze
You could call us vets
From the past we the last of a dyin'
Plenty fell, live in hell, blasting the iron
Ways of fail, blaze a trail, path of a lion
Skatin' jail, raise a scale, lab like it's science
Today I hail, major sale, aves where they buy it
If I'm nabbed it's a riot
About that paper, lets get it
No concern, dough to earn, chase my next digit
Grow and learn, so in turn, base and get splitted
Hold the fort all we thought, apes and tecs kitted
fukk jakes, they just bigots
Ain't taking no shorts cause shyt is real
Want war, an encore, we applaud with bigger steel
Up late, cut plate, we forced to get a meal
Our year come, fear none, walk dogs where nikkas kill
Got caught and didn't squeal
Thorough nikkas is all we'll ever be
You was bred web, too soft to sell a ki
We was made brave, get paid for felony
Before the day I lay in the grave I'll never see
I'mma crave a better fee
I did without but no more
Got a heat, went down the street and sold raw
Didn't peak, so got a beat and wrote pure
We ain't blow, so I stayed low a whole tour
Tried to peddle, tired of this level, it's so poor
The ghetto is the devil's home door
Where we settle, need a metal four-four
Whoever want war get it willingly
Peeling with agility
Catch the villain milling where gorillas be
Get on my grizzle, let it sizzle, nikkas grilling me
Got the ability
Leave char-marks through hard hearts
And get nikkas touched that ain't feeling me
[Outro]
Collage, collage
Pieced together it's the art
I'M GETTING OLD. I NEVER HEARD OF THIS GUY. I'LL GIVE HIM A LISTEN TODAY AT WORK.
The Jewnited States
Superstar
Honor is gone among thieves
Leave you gutted and bloody, torn for dumb greed
Pitted against fam and flim for plum v's
Seeds study our muddy, we spawning young gees
Future ain't bright
None in school, wanna move elusive great white
He brung his tool, wanna duel, get wound with snake bite
He g'd a chick to run his mule, have a safe flight
It all pays from broad days to late night
nikkas get wet for wantin' rep
Spilled, Lord ain't built for it, we ain't talking sets
Drama with llamapromises or more or less threats
Survive higher age acquire grays through the craze
You could call us vets
From the past we the last of a dyin'
Plenty fell, live in hell, blasting the iron
Ways of fail, blaze a trail, path of a lion
Skatin' jail, raise a scale, lab like it's science
Today I hail, major sale, aves where they buy it
If I'm nabbed it's a riot
About that paper, lets get it
No concern, dough to earn, chase my next digit
Grow and learn, so in turn, base and get splitted
Hold the fort all we thought, apes and tecs kitted
fukk jakes, they just bigots
Ain't taking no shorts cause shyt is real
Want war, an encore, we applaud with bigger steel
Up late, cut plate, we forced to get a meal
Our year come, fear none, walk dogs where nikkas kill
Got caught and didn't squeal
Thorough nikkas is all we'll ever be
You was bred web, too soft to sell a ki
We was made brave, get paid for felony
Before the day I lay in the grave I'll never see
I'mma crave a better fee
I did without but no more
Got a heat, went down the street and sold raw
Didn't peak, so got a beat and wrote pure
We ain't blow, so I stayed low a whole tour
Tried to peddle, tired of this level, it's so poor
The ghetto is the devil's home door
Where we settle, need a metal four-four
Whoever want war get it willingly
Peeling with agility
Catch the villain milling where gorillas be
Get on my grizzle, let it sizzle, nikkas grilling me
Got the ability
Leave char-marks through hard hearts
And get nikkas touched that ain't feeling me
[Outro]
Collage, collage
Pieced together it's the art
That whole verse is insane man
The Jewnited States
Superstar
People know roc Marc but sleep on KA. shyt is kinda baffling to me when they are always on each other's projects