This is a discussion on 8 bar ting within the Open Mic forums, part of the The Studio category; Ere is a new one, for da MC dat finds 4 bar jus a lil bit too short use da ...
Ere is a new one, for da MC dat finds 4 bar jus a lil bit too short
use da last line of da person b4 and jus drop ur stuff
Ya dont av to be an MC to hit da flow,
DJs can hit it too ya no,
Look at me, i got no Doe,
But i got dem lyrics wit a story dey show,
Im jus a DJ, wit old skool n vocal,
n can hardly hit dem lyrics atall,
but wen i do dey all stand tall,
mcs be impressed wit a dj dat can brawl,
mcs be impressed wit a dj dat can brawl,
like a rock on the ground over i'll make u slip, trip, slide and fall
capability, stamina, insperational don ive got it all
make u feel ur 3 months old agen on the floor u begin 2 crawl
i spit lyrics that fall like acid rain
disolve into ur brain and make u feel pain
every word ur constantly chattin my name
joker this joker that i wanna be included in ur fame
"joker this joker that i wanna be included in ur fame"//
but joker can't get no lime light coz she's so fuking lame//
all she's dun by spittin is got the alphabet completly drained//
i'm a poet so i put sunshine when it lyrically rained//
but who was to blame? the dumb Comedienne over there//
in ya past rhymes chatting bout gats, and dat, its all breezed bare//
all fake and made up but i chat poet stylee wid meterphores//
"the wind whistled through ma hair" like a crack head whore//
no offence joker- just rhyming!
yeah safe lol!!!
the wind whistled through ma hair" like a crack head whore//
u chattin on this forum is beggining to get a bore//
i'll go thru the alphabet till there aint no more//
make up my own new consanents, verbs like its a daily chore//
gat, prat, spat, dat as long as its rhymimg dats live o 4 me//
i cud chat pon da 1's pon da 2's pon da 3//
like i was 1 years old chat bout A,B,C//
im just messing this verbal attack aint the real me//
"im just messing this verbal attack aint the real me//"
all u fuking wannabes, fuking dis music industry//
there aint much u can say in 8 little lines//
but its wot goes inside which make tha rhymes//
i wouldn't piss on u in u was burnin coz that would never occur//
even if i had oceans worth of urine, i just get da $$$$ n give it a stir//
if u posted trucks of rhymes doesnt mean that the reader would drown//
just means that u r more of a fool den i thought so give me ma lyrical CROWN//
just means that u r more of a fool den i thought so give me ma lyrical CROWN//
i'll take it with pride leave u humiliated as u wear the frown//
im verbally spittin like rain that falls down//
im lyrically known from the centre of town//
tru dat bout 8 bar rhymin but just think, take ur time//
follow precedure, use structure and trust u can find//
i'll be gentle like a puppy make u think that im kind//
then penertrate thru ur skin and lyrically blow ur mind//
"then penertrate thru ur skin and lyrically blow ur mind"//
i dun wanna know bout ya sex life gyal, bout u bump n grind//
i didnt ask for advice your the last person 2 give me tips//
u hypocrite, see ma ass, thats where u can put ur lips//
that wot i say to haterz, stereotypes, n "your sorts"//
ur lyrixs are so predictable i can read ur thoughts//
or is that the first signs of me being talented n skilled?//
now u got me thinking! i think this is over, ur lyrically killed!//
now u got me thinking! i think this is over, ur lyrically killed!//
fill ur mind with words uve never heard like a kettle u just been filled//
make u unstable and slip like water has been spilled//
i like my manz like i like my champagne bubbly and chilled//
if i got u inna ring it would all over FE NITO//
K.O'd on the floor im feelin rich like robert de niro//
but the money and fame aint nuffin im known as a hero//
im gone 4 now but remember as half a negro -->(lol)//
gone xx untill nxt time
Im gone 4 now but remember as half a negro
Dont mess wit me coz u know i'll blow
Booka! Shootin my lyrics like an AK
Tek-10 rhymin blast u away
Ridin pon da riddim like surfin pon a wave
Better watch out coz im gonna misbehave
All ya $$$$$ MCs acting like ya buff
Come n have a go if u think u're hard enuff
"Come n have a go if u think u're hard enuff"//
but u lyrical emcee's couldnt coz ure not tuff//
but enuff of all the pointless fighting chit chat//
i'd like 2 move on to more poetic verses if u except dat?//
i'm known as the infamous monet of the music scene//
would u like 2 walk over ma bridge? i'm not gonna keep it clean//
glistening gleam; troublesome team, vexed verbs,alliterated wordz//
step 2 me is like competing wid a dictionary, medicine wont work so stick 2 herbz//
medicine wont work so stick 2 herbz,
take away the pain, wack ya head off curbz.
knock you unconscious, physical aspirin,
suffercating, cant breathe, no air and ya gaspin.
like lyrical carbon dioxide,
sit back yo and just injoy the ride.
so back yo as we're about to blow and flow,
lyrics flow out like the H 2 to the O.
lyrics flow out like the H 2 to the O
on da floor im gonna steal da show,
n hit u wiv a burnin lyrical flow,
on a roll so here i go,
i aint no mc but a vocalist,
i like to sing if ya get my jist,
my lyrics fill ya mind wiv a musical mist,
punching through da mist wiv my lyrical fist..
"punching through da mist wiv my lyrical fist.."//
Hallucinating like you took 2 much of da blunt n spliff//
the reward is a serious sense of well being//
but i could turn like a money owned boss get u fleeing//
conversely you could stay on ma side if u keep it real//
however many millions we make we promise to never literally "peel"//
we go our seperate ways but we always seem to find our way back//
like a magnet picking up metal and putting us back on tha rack//
like a magnet picking up metal and putting us back on tha rack,
When it comes half time, go get me a snack,
Make me a sandwich wid ham, but please dont lack...
Da mustard dat burns right on da Bak...
Of ya throat, now needin summin to drink,
dont get da off milk, its bound 2 stink,
like most mc's out dere, who cannot link,
or relate to da subject, when dey try to think
or relate to da subject, when dey try to think,
there all washed up like in ya bath room sink.
getting washed away like the suds in the soap,
getting bunned away like the dope that they smoke.
i hope that there arms get broke and they choke,
MC NIODE has spoke and it aint no joke,
garage music is what im try'in to promote,
so take a note and vote this lyric i wrote.
so take a note & vote this lyric i wrote,
stabbin u in the bak wiv antidote,
neutralisin' the poison that made u float,
Is that the best u can do? I think i'll demote,
You to another level where u can cope,
Rather than hanging on to a single thread from a rope,
U try your hardest to climb bak up that slope,
I'll tell you now mate - there aint much hope.
I'll tell you now mate - there aint much hope.
all day long u sit n smoke dope
tryin cope, but theres only tha coke
u snorted, drink n smoked
u got tha poison
i got tha remedy
just gimme yo money
i aint your friend im your $$$$in enemie
(Just tryin pls don't dis - aint been doing this $$$$ long)
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