On July 19 2015 08:20 WarSame wrote: Parappa is probably the best recorded rapper we've seen. Those have both been great. The change from battle rap to normal rap has also made the variety of raps a lot better, even if the frequency of posts has dropped from it.
Yo as I walk through the rat pack kilo of crack and a mack in my back pack, young cat pulls a gat try's jacking me for my money stack, fuck that fall back pull back my back strap to my back pack here comes the mack, burst 2shots in his knee cap pistol whip him in his back so hard his kneck snapped. Phoned my boy daffydd clack come put him in a body sack threw him on the roof rack take to farm pull out his teeth and feed him to the pig pack. Feds ain't jumping on my back no way I ain't slipping like that every time I whack I cover my track burn the garms touch the whip and melt the mack, if it gets on top and the heat gets hot fuck the cops il run up in that cop shop pop shots non stop till every cop drops, I've got enough gun shots to share mass murder charge I don't really care so those who dare for warfare bewear, it's Terry Wogwan links international from valleys to Iran get you anything you need from drugs to firearm Salam Salam moa ha he Morday oonaa na what you think I didn't know how to speak samali lag la ceet means pass me the money that's all I know because that's all I need to know if it wasn't for the money and the power I don't want to know I don't want to know
You can't cover a hole with a fly. Can't make 10 to a mil without on high or if you're high and make the figment multiply. Take a second and think about it. Talk about it. Toke about it. Blow it sky high and you'll see it's not true, down to the pigment. White guy in the sky rose like the man from the Levant, who's his aunt? a bottle of bleach? Face it. We've passed on your pastors. Become our own masters. We don't have to pull our teeth to pay your tithe. Your preachers can't reach us. Even Jesus in his "marble" skin would marvel at our atheist spin. And not, would spin in his spot Spin a stone, flatten a Roman. Make us atone. No man would trust him. He'd be another crazy hippie, taking the lazy way to spray the masses with his crap and make his dime on our asses.
His death for our sins But we've been adding to the debt ever since
Yo as I walk through the rat pack, kilo of crack and a mack in my back pack, young cat pulls a gat try's jacking me for my money stack, fuck that, fall back, pull back my back strap to my back pack, here comes the mack, burst 2shots in his knee cap, pistol whip him in his back so hard his kneck snapped, Phoned my boy daffydd clack, come put him in a body sack, threw him on the roof rack, took him to farm pull out his teeth and fed him to the pig pack. Feds ain't jumping on my back, no way I ain't slipping like that, Coz every time I whack, I cover my track, burn the garms, touch the whip, and melt the mack. if it gets on top and the heat gets hot, Investigation comes to a stop coz they know I got qwaup, The type of qwaup that will get every cop in the cop shop popped, what! What! fuck the cops il run up in that cop shop pop shots non stop till every cop drops, I've got enough gun shots to share, mass murder charge I don't really care so those who dare for warfare beware. it's Terry Wogwan links international from valleys to Iran, get you anything you need from drugs to firearm Salam Salam, moa ha he Morday oonaa na of samali ahorn, what you think I didn't know how to speak samali? lag la ceet means pass me the money, that's all I know because that's all I need to know, if it isn't about the money I ain't involved and I don't want to know.
No, we all suck! I've been trying to freestyle a bit in my DnD group(for bardic inspiration and shit) and it's hard, and about the white suburbist thing you could possibly do.
On November 14 2015 12:03 WarSame wrote: Parappa, you're better than most rappers that I listen to. I enjoy every time you post here. That last one was my favourite by you yet.
You're bars aren't fire they’re as flat a tire Yeah i might be flat But at least i'm not fat You're close are nappy You're always keepin it trashy And honestly your not to far from crappy Your voice isn't cute So please put it on mute All you do is flop And your hair looks like a mop Your hair is dusty Feet are crust And not to mention your smell is musty My bars are too hot they might just burn you Please Just remember that we warned you You're in the corner goin “boo-hoo” While we're over here goin “Drake, who?” Our brows are on fleek While you're brows are weak You're bars are weak are wrong And When the world ends You're gonna die without friends Maybe you should lay of the butter And get some help with that stutter If you want to fight back i'll be here I'm just still waiting for a volunteer
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