der englische 16 bars thread

you hate on kinds? what the **** is that?//
you go to late shows for bitches, go smoke your gakk//
you are the flyinfg fart hier so i stikk in your eye a dart//
dont thing cuz ya can spitt some english shit, that youre hart//
im the one who splatters your face over the pavment//
Iam like the postman always get on time my payment//
not like you cuz your dick is in a carst for 6 month//
i have to go now to smoke my eight th//
 
Yo the lyrics I read is ,marvellous
Hands on my guns coz I m part o this
The ends gon comin so I m pardon this
live life to the fullest and dont concer this
so I strive hard and answer this
wit macs and gacks that ponder this
who is more rap ,than hawkonis?
thats so freakin deep like im born in this
beat and verse with black horraces
but what is a blackrap barber diss?
when it ends you like tschornobyls hornisses'?
more in this forces is corrages
like pornessence is more with its
own colleges in scientologists!
dont bore to this with hollandists
MORRACES!!! U want more o this?
Then check out www dot forresters
com slash bombin this!!!!
 
oh my god, i see dead people, dead rappers /
signin' dead record deals with dead labels, makin' dead cheddar /
even my dad's better than these dead faggots with dead voices /
you walkin' the walk of death, not of life, makin' dead choices /
you drivin' in dead royces, with dead rims and dead spins /
the picture of your corpse appears in a dead magazine (backspin) /
after death, you'll be relaxin', after death, no more action /
death is the silencer of life, makin' your ribcage and neck spin /
toller Typ, you're a wack king, who was rulin' way before /
did a excellent retirement lp, then came back with more /
that was your biggest mistake, now hoodrats don't love you /
instead they love QBs god's son, give him one mic, he'll "hov" you /
you signed him to defjam, but he ain't no toller Typ to earn you stripes /
wait till the release of hiphop is dead, that boy will burn you nice /
in 'pan, you burn like rice, toller Typ, you lost your burnin' rhymes /
look at nasir jones, thats what i call a toller Typ with burnin' eyes /
 
yeah, shineone is back^^

litte freestyle

show em how to rhyme right, how to rock in da limelight
MP is back too, spittin lyrical bombs, cause the times right
and errbody on da bord is thinkin : shit hes is a Problem
IM hustlin grindin...shit im 100% HOOD like Robin
yo flow is just skin and bones, yo cd? i skip da tones
Hannover is down wit me like Mr. Jones
But anyway, i get you cut like in nip tuck, you lick what?
yo mouth's about to be a tunnel fo ma sick truck
oh shit i knew this was whack, but **** it, im drunk and its 5 am
Clows? i spray em, lay em, get yo ass to da church and start prayin
CAUSE IM BACK


and good night :)
 
yeah, shineone is back, like cooked crack, with hoodrats /
marchin' into the 2 K 7, straight forward, neva look back /
like mobb deep, i shook that, betta watch your footsteps /
my city is my dwelling place, police station is a crooktrap /
with lyrics, i paint my hood black, blacker than your worst fear /
get outta my ****in' way, because the toller Typ shine was first here /
ain't no ****in' rookie no more, y' all think this is my first year ? /
i'll go down your ****in' throat, about to quench your thirst (yeah !) /
with 14, i had my first beer, with 16, i smoked my first blunt /
had my first gig on a parking lot, bitch, that was my first stunt /
i love smokin' the haze, but i despise heroin, so now i hurt junks /
what i also love is community, so i support the local church fund /
i could never hurt monks, because peace is like my first choice /
g - unit act like gangsters, but @ home, they're like church boys /
got weapons at their waist, but hit 'em hard, they cry like hurt boys /
about dipset ? cam was nice first, but now, y' all release dirt, boys... /
 
again, i got sixteen, freakin' hoes lick my dick clean /
i feel king with a guitar strapped to my ribs, call me springsteen /
go and shake that thing, teen, like timberlake taught you /
you had r. kelly piss in your mouth ? now they caught you /
your inner demons fought ya, apparently they must've told you /
to sell the story exclusive to rolling stone, now no one holds you /
console you in her or his arms, r. kelly served you piss (warm) /
admitting the story to your parents, you feel kinda dis - armed /
your face is running with jizz (warm), you feel kinda disgusted /
when that rn'b pervert approached you, you didn't mistrust him /
so he tied you with chrome handcuffs to his heating system /
ripped you apart, you were a virgin ? hell, a bleeeding system /
he had quit a need in his gym, hoes, vaginas and sweet teens /
his victims without pubic hair, grinnin cute as they bleed jeans /
after sex, he'd heat peas, rice, meat sauce and soya beans /
teens he raped were left alone with bills and paranoia dreams /
 
mach ma wer anderes was wirklich dopes bitte, kann ja nich immer nur ich hier "shinen" ;)
 
klar, aber es waren eigtl. dope lines gewünscht. ganz ehrlich, wenn ich deinen style hätt, ich hätt eher nich gepostet. nicht böse gemeint. chill, homie. easy.
 
just check it, i'm black, yes, even blacker than your worst fear /
battling me ? i bring the pain, the hunger and the thirst near /
you rappin' like in your first year, you a rookie, you a dumbass /
like baby birdman i drive mad cads, watch me, i be the stuntest /
toller Typ, you' re the dumbest human animal alive on THIS planet /
give me a glove, some ****in' lubricant and i' ma FIST janet /
we shouldn't destroy THIS planet, instead, maybe desTROY mars /
y' all rappers doin' DVD battles ? to me, that shit's like toy wars /
y'all niggas just bite LLOYD's bars, who sucks the cock of 50 /
instead of rockin your 22s and 44s, i just rock a fifty /
you share a cock with fifty, you beg in the block of fifty /
your lifelong ambitions are to sound wack and rock like 50 /
16 bars, i got an ego like 16 stars, i drink in 16 bars /
i load my 16 guns, grab my 16 mag's, i fight 16 wars /
i got 16 rows of teeth to bite your face like 16 sharks /
i had your mum last night to lick my dick clean, ah... /
 
I havent changed not a bit Im only more than before
Ive had some surgery surgically opened the door
Urgently picked up my heart flaps from under the floor
Bring them Back to the Core, Bring them Back to The War

Bring the men Back Bring the survivors back with their soares
Im the matador, a black attack adding 3 to the 4s
plus 770 and thats the day I was born
to Stand Tall is what Hemispherectomy swoar

I havent changed not a bit Im only smoother then ever
Ive held discussions, even better, iM prepared to endeavour
Embark, strive, achieve. exert, tug, strain leave
I like to use the definition of perpetualy brief

for whats before in the past, previously been unmasked
took precedence in previous prevaillances predominantly...damn
This is spirit spam streight from my excretory glands
or mabe even crooked, The Journeys in the state of your hands
 
as the world's slowly dying, the sun still rises in the east /
life's a daily struggle, daily hustle in the belly of the beast /
watchin' telly, bein' at ease ? nah, dude, that's just illusion /
the state of rap right now is rotten, it's in need of an infusion /
TRL creates confusion, who be the mackest, who the flyest ? /
rap is like a fat kid right now, it desperately needs a diet /
the streets are calm without riots, everybody be satiated /
no one to battle me no more here, no advocates negotiate it /
thats the reason i create shit, provoke reactions with my bars /
hangin out in hoods and such, in search of action in some bars /
for some affection of the stars, the only reason you spittin /
for the homies and the hood, thats the reason i'm spittin /
every season i'm spittin, spring, summer, autumn, winter /
martial arts on mics combined with intelligence like splinter /
i mix whiskey with ginger (ale) plus i roll the thickest joints /
in thai sex massage parlours i used to dip my dick in oil /
 
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