MC Roll Call

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Asking why I write rhymes is like asking why I breathe,
Some folks rap to live - me, I live to rap,
'stead of selling them white lines - I do what
I need - but nowadays rap's sick - like a
disease leading to the cemetary,
I'm getting scared - does it need CPR?
Is hip-hop gon' die from falling so far?
Ignoring that, my mind is taxed already -
Using these spiritual lyricals to ease my stress,
When it comes to this life shit, I'm confused at best,
'Cause shit runs you - which I try and contest,
I'm stickin with it - they said hip-hop bied but
I just revived the boom-bap - Lacin
consciously - an album of enlightened tracks,
Maybe I'm a junkie 'cause my paper's covered
with lines - but they black, not white & due to the fact,
I'm addicted since dope rhymes is my crack,

Does ^^that^^ count? :D
 
You should already know! Just type my name in you'll see my tracks.
 
jibran said:
Asking why I write rhymes is like asking why I breathe,
Some folks rap to live - me, I live to rap,
'stead of selling them white lines - I do what
I need - but nowadays rap's sick - like a
disease leading to the cemetary,
I'm getting scared - does it need CPR?
Is hip-hop gon' die from falling so far?
Ignoring that, my mind is taxed already -
Using these spiritual lyricals to ease my stress,
When it comes to this life shit, I'm confused at best,
'Cause shit runs you - which I try and contest,
I'm stickin with it - they said hip-hop bied but
I just revived the boom-bap - Lacin
consciously - an album of enlightened tracks,
Maybe I'm a junkie 'cause my paper's covered
with lines - but they black, not white & due to the fact,
I'm addicted since dope rhymes is my crack,

Does ^^that^^ count? :D
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is that something you wrote????????
 
although this was a shameless promotion of a thread,
Yes, I emcee.
 
im a sik rapper they call me avian flu/
my grandma grocery shoppin is still harder then you/
i cap and load it, im done like hocus pocus/
....yea s you can see im an emcee...
WASS HAPPENIN WASSUP !!

honestly i dont like your beats they sound like you made em off of FL studio
 
C jOker said:
im a sik rapper they call me avian flu/
my grandma grocery shoppin is still harder then you/
i cap and load it, im done like hocus pocus/
....yea s you can see im an emcee...
WASS HAPPENIN WASSUP !!

honestly i dont like your beats they sound like you made em off of FL studio
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didnt ask about my beats but thats cool and they are off of Fl studio.your rhymes sound like they off... period.I just wanted to see how many rappers hit this forum for a reference not to have them hear my stuff.Post some freestyles so we can all hear you spit.Writing down lyrics is different than saying them with the right delivery.
 
There's NOTHING wrong with FL Studio. It's a pro-level tool. 9th Wonder uses it and he's a dope producer. Don't hate on FL.
 
i know fl studio is a "pro tool" but if you dont know how to use it....
yea and those rhymes i was just fuccin around...
haha

came to blaze the mic rip some emcees/
get rattled like keys, i u battlin me/
im not a porkchop, no, i dont like them badges/
call me bed rock cuzz homie i shake the matress....on and on...

its on my myspace....
http://www.myspace.com/atmos
 
C jOker said:
im a sik rapper they call me avian flu/
my grandma grocery shoppin is still harder then you/
i cap and load it, im done like hocus pocus/
....yea s you can see im an emcee...
WASS HAPPENIN WASSUP !!

honestly i dont like your beats they sound like you made em off of FL studio
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thats funny, i dont like your rhymes.
they sound like you wrote them with crayon in a Holly Hobby notebook.
 
there's only one chance and one life to live/
but plenty choices to choose and one god to forgive/
ain't nobody in this world is going to listen close/
so here's a toast to those who haven't given me hope/

I'm MC 2

You ever come to the point in your life where shit's against you?/
drunk off the booze trying to find god but he ain't wit you/
your walking alone, strapped, ready to kill somebody/
going krazie, loosing your mind on these niggaz like jon gotti/
this system says you ain't gotta purpose, john doe/
the single footstep at the heart of a beating jungle/
foul on these streets, the devil walks amoungst you/
and it burns you to find, they all turned they backs to you/
why does the state hire our people to take us down/
then keeping the proverty in the projects where we bound/
put us in the mind of aggression, high in this depression/
looking for his protection, life's hetic/
what i saw in my view of perspective, it's all evil/
if you ain't rich, and a doctor, then my man your a criminal/
and it's real, no artificial flavor is added/
raw, down the last core, the voice that (truly!) mattered!/

it's all cluttered, got you asking questions about your life/
like what is my purpose, and why i'm living so right/
but the regardless of right, they say your doing wrong/
because i express my anger now they sounding the alarms!?/
I wonder the streets alone, a myth in my demise/
but i refuse to stay quiet god show me the light/
am i loosing the grounds to teach the world a little something?/
is just them frontin trying to bring me down to nothing?/
who to choose the way I walk, stand, or present myself/
who to choose the way you control sayin money's our wealth/
I say they masked themselves but in fact, they the devil/
know they wouldn't dare let me open them up this level/
i'm loosing myself, all odds against my image/
but i'm putting my all in it! all to infinite!/
till the dime drops and the world knows the truth/
then my mission is accomplish when we makin the right moves!/

We all in a crossyard, and life is getting kind of strange/
across the tracks lay paradise, its just the same/
the journey across the my soul left me well breathing/
caught in a web of discust, felt like the world's bleeding/
calling for our aid, but the system got us blinded/
crying for the unfortunate, got us all misguided/
so if we choose to perish through our life's obsticals/
then we'll stumble to heaven, cuz the road has many pot-holes/
i'm tearing my out hair out, getting frantic, no lie/
life stays one step ahead of you till you die/
it's a cruel place, if your weak, u show no fear/
i fight for life, so i'll never let death come near/
caught up in a ficture, a moment in life's time/
holdin' us still in the past, as the story unwinds/
yes I loosing my mind, You needa read between the lines!/
theres' a message in this preceeding that you'll needa find!/
 
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I'm so sick wit these lyrics i'm up in ICU/
The Illest Cats Underground From the Ground up Crew/
I'm a one of a kind rapper, swagger can't be replicated/
I'm shankin these beats, dagger solely dedicated/
The game is gettin old several rappers gettin faded/
Careers stopped back before Jon Benet was shaded/
I make blazin beats and i spit blazin fire/
Creatin an inferno causin pyromaniacs to retire/

-Am i an MC? I really don't know honestly. I'm just a producer that likes to rap and is still learning. What yall think?
 
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