Comments on: Freestyle Friday: Drake vs. Kanye vs. Wayne vs. Eminem

By: ibloui

ibloui — Sun, 30 May 2010 20:39:30 +0000

In my mind I’ma fighter, my heart’s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I’m sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it’s gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it’s not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not felling
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce’s) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I’m of running
So get off of me, I’m not slowing or softening

By: Godd211

Godd211 — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:47:08 +0000

Your grill’s glistenin’
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What’s the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I’m the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That’s why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be’s the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane – Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it’s Litt-le Wayne
Don’t make me nut
So that’s why I got a pre-nup
I do

Outkast- Hollywood Divorce (feat. Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg)

By: infamouszlegend

infamouszlegend — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 03:45:50 +0000

Oh & that was Em’s No Apologies

By: infamouszlegend

infamouszlegend — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 03:41:12 +0000

This song isn’t for you, it’s for me, a true MC
It’s what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He’s able to spill raps long after his killed, that’s a real MC
Got you feelin’ me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there’s still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I’d be a savage beast if I ain’t have this outlet to salvage me inside
I’d be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
It’s silly, I’m really a sheep in wolf’s clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don’t be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it’s stupid
They don’t know cause they don’t see that I’m wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I’m sick of talkin’ ’bout these tattoos cartoon did
That’s why I tuned it out, I’m sick of dukin’
An they can suck my dick while I’m pukin’, an you too, you can

By: Alex

Alex — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 03:30:58 +0000

Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won’t let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt’s house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime-
-light, like, when I was on the grind
In the “One, Nine, Nine, Nine”
Before, model chicks was bendin over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can’t believe it when I look up in the mirrow
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They claim you never know what you got ’til it’s GONE
I know I got it, I don’t know what y’all on
I’ma open up a store for aspiring MC’s
Won’t sell ‘em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You’ll sell everything includin the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I’ll handle it, don’t start panickin, stay calm
Shorty’s at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone!

kanye – Gone

By: Driver Boy

Driver Boy — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 00:32:43 +0000

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
and pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There’s three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
I’m that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin [pregnant chick] in her [stomach] with luggage
It’s like a dream I can’t snap out, I black out, and back out
I’m lookin for someone “of” to beat the crap “out”
I’m bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I’ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
speakin so much Spanish, Pun can’t even understand it

Eminem on Missy Elliot’s “Bussa Ryhme”

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By: bfears

bfears — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 22:00:57 +0000

Yup! I got it from here ‘Ye (yay), damn.
The chain remains, the gang is intact
The name is mine, I’ll take blame for that
The pressures on, but guess who ain’t gon’ crack?
*Ha Ha* Pardon me, I had to laugh at that
How could you falter?
When you’re the Roc of Gibraltar
I had to get off the boat so I could walk on water
This ain’t no tall order, this is nothing to me
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
I do this in my sleep, I sold kilo’s of coke
(So) I’m guessing I can sell CD’s
I’m not a businessman,
I’m a business, man!
Let me handle my business, damn
Kanye, he got me,
Freeway and Foxy,
YGz, Teira Marie, Peedi watch me
Bleek could be one hit away ya whole career
As long as I’m alive, he’s a millionaire
And even if I die, he’s in my will somewhere
So he can just kick back and chill some where, oh yeah
He won’t even have to write rhymes,
The dynasty, like my money last three lifetimes
Shirley Bassey’s in the rear saying exactly what I been saying practically my whole career
The diamond is forever, I been mining this forever ever
Even Vuitton Don’s timing couldn’t be better
People lined up to see the Titanic sinking
stead we rose from the ash like a phoenix
If ya waiting for the end of the dynasty sign
It would seem like forever is a mighty long time!
I’m. Young. Bitches.
Goodnight!
jay z diamonds remix
yes jigga is the winner

By: Julius

Julius — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 18:46:28 +0000

Since I’m in a position
To talk to these kids
And they listen
I ain’t no politician
But I’ll kick it
With ‘em a minute
‘Cause see they
Call me a menace
And if the shoe fits
I’ll wear it
But if it don’t
Then y’all will
Swallow the truth
Grin and bear it
Now who’s these
King of these rude
Ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title
Put the youth in hysterics
Usin’ his music to steer it
Sharin’ his views
And his merits
But there’s
A huge interference
They’re sayin’
You shouldn’t hear it
Maybe it’s hatred I spew
Maybe it’s food
For the spirit
Maybe it’s beautiful music
I made for you
To just cherish
But I’m debated disputed hated
And viewed in America
As a motherf***in’ drug addict
Like you didn’t experiment?
Now now, that’s when
You start to stare at
Who’s in the mirror
And see yourself
As a kid again
And you get embarrased
And I got nothin’ to do
But make you look
Stupid as parents
You f***in’ do-gooders
Too bad you couldn’t
Do good at marriage
(Ha ha)
And do you
Have any clue
What I had to do
To get here?
I don’t think you do
So stay tuned and
Keep your ears
Glued to the stereo
‘Cause here we go
He’s
(Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I’m the sinister
Mr. Kiss-My-As*
It’s just the

im sorry guys just had to put the hov killer up there

By: Nick Pratt

Nick Pratt — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 17:34:31 +0000

There’s several different levels to devil worshippin: horse’s heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with ‘em; camels mammals and rabbits
But i don’t get into that, i kick the habit – i just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And i never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, i’m lyin, i got a nine in my pocket
And baby i’m just, dyin to cock him
He’s ready for war, i’m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz’ as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, i lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she’s dead on the fourth – i’m dead wrong

By: TDRE

TDRE — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:35:29 +0000

” safe sex is great sex so please use a latex cause u don’t want that late text that i think im late text” (shes pregnant)

lil wayne- lollipop remix

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:30:47 +0000

The one man on the planet that’ll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
So fast it’ll look like an invisible man standin
I’m headed for Hell, I’d rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)
With three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!)
And you should be anywhere that I might gain
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I’m throwin you down a flight of steps
Then I’m throwin you back up em
If they don’t like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck
And then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!)
I’m sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I’m free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest till you can’t breathe
And when I’m down to my last breath
I’ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step
And still laugh half bent

EMINEM and ROYCE DA 5’9″
“scary movies”

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:29:27 +0000

EMINEM and ROYCE 5’9″
“scary movies”

By: TDRE

TDRE — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:25:54 +0000

“THIS SHIT IS EASY POP THATS WHY IM READY MAN I NEVER COPY NOR BIT LIKE EDDIE MAN DID YOU GET IT EDDIE MURPHY WAS IN NOR BIT OR WAS IT WAY OVER UR HEAD U SHOULD FORFEIT ”

Drake- man of the year

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:18:53 +0000

EMINEM and ROYCE DA 5’9″
“scary movies”

The one man on the planet that’ll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
so fast it’ll look like an invisible man standin
I’m headed for Hell, I’d rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)
with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!)
and you should be anywhere that A MIC AIN’T
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I’m throwin you down a flight of steps
then I’m throwin you back up em
If they don’t like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck
and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!)
I’m sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I’m free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
to stampede your chest till you can’t breathe
And when I’m down to my last breath
I’ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step
and still have half left

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:14:42 +0000

DILATED PEOPLES
KANYEs verse
“this way”

Kanye to the
My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
my freak girl told me “now, she a christian”
my white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I’m pullin girls off the bench like a sixth man
I’m in the club doin the same ol’ two step
while Omegas doin the same ol’ Q step (Q DOG)
I have my money on my mind I was thinkin green
she a pledge A.K.A. “she was pink and green”
I wanna a good girl she want a gentleman
we sayin’ the same thing like a synonym
I wasn’t really spittin game I was scrimmigin
my pimpmanship so hard in this censorship
I’ma chicagoan till Chicago ends
till we blow like Chicago wind
I don’t know what’s better, gettin laid or gettin paid
I just know when I’m gettin one, the other’s gettin away
this way

By: TDRE

TDRE — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:14:39 +0000

“AND YOU SAY YOU GOT THEM HOES BUT THEY NEVER COMING ROUND” (ho – a shovel thats not round but flat)

Drake-overdose

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:11:24 +0000

SHABAAM SADEEQ
EMINEMs verse
“5 star generals”

Went to bible class with a gun
Blasted a nun
Fuck hell, Satan sent my ass to the sun
I wasn’t born I was hatched
And dumped in the trash
With a note attached saying
Someone please whip this brat’s ass
I never gave a rat’s ass or a flying fuck
Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck
Slammin the brakes
Skiddin out cuz the tires suck
I went to pull you off my dick
And got the pliers stuck
You better run cuz I’m probably the only one
Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife
And stab you with a gun
I like fire, you might see me start it
I’m slightly retarded
I miss my sanity since the night we departed

By: skeme

skeme — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:58:19 +0000

KANYE WEST
“jesus walks”

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even us cripples
(Jesus walks with them)
To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah
(Jesus walks with them)
Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we’re the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don’t think
I ain’t here to argue about his facial features, But here to convert atheists into believers
I’m just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that’s the way I need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes
But if I talk about God my record won’t get played Huh?
Well let this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope this take away from my sins
And bring the day that I’m dreaming about
Next time I’m in the club everybody screaming out

By: Nicolas Cole

Nicolas Cole — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:54:17 +0000

/insert any verse from eminem and win