Don't Sleep On Me - I still RuN AHH.com

(Exercise your range....concept and then punches)

Time is of the Essence....seconds beckonin the endin
Of the Essence of Time in the presence of a sentence
For Lent My Repentence was endless torturin methods
In the form of records, beholdin ma soul as its broken reckless
Chokin on verses, that elope ma throat as a necklace
Ropin Ma Vocals as I dangle closely to Ghostly edges
Spinnin in tha Demons in women, reciting "It is finished...."
Meaning I'd seen Minions gleeming, as I tasted Crucifixion
I debated Intently On God's name - I hated at it's Mention
I'm grabbing arms and ready, I'm Satan waiting for Armageddon........

(next phase.....)
On a mic I grab a pair 'n shoot cause I always rip chords (Parachute)
You SUCK....Dawg dat's y your momma's got tits for....
Ma Sticky Issues go thru mo Tissues than tha one u put yo Giz On
Ma mission is at give you Incisions ta pull out yo Wisdoms
Imma bite yo lip for you, just so I can taste yo face
While u 'Try to say Goodbye and Not Choke' like Macy Gray
I 'succeed' When I'm 'Battlin' Right like Racist States (Civil Rights)
Better Join the Klu Klux Klan cause you gonna Hate this Race
Beggin The Devil ta Take Yo Fate
And His Response is 'Hell No' so Imma 'Wake yo Case' (Casket)
hahaha.....

"i still run AHH.com"


NO U DONT

aiight, not really an eye catcher but here is my 2-cent---the first concept I wasn't feelin---not that it wasn't good but it just didn't alter my blood flow---the second one well pretty much the same---you used a couple of big words on the first verse so I'd expect you to drop some complexity....anyways nice drop than what I've been seeing on this section lately keep it up...one

2 cents? save 'em for 50 you groupie! You talkin smack, but I ain't seen nothin from you. Only talent I recognize on this board is Dyme, Excalibarz, and Me....dat easy. So your opinion is worth about the 2 cents you gave it to me for....poof be gone...

wanna battle/ you sittin listenin to shit that im spittin/you cant speak you weak like and antique with a leak/im elite dont need to compete/ off da chain to out of range/im to much i cant be touched/you aint it im the one hoes are tryin to get wit/you startin to slip like you losin you grip/ your shits half ass like the half that gets laughed at/bring it bitch ill flip the script and put out tha hit/ i kill em and conceal em so no one reveals em//feel my heat your about to be beat/you be standin in line feelin my rhyme/now act like you aint feelin my shit/like this aint it/

Yo i was playin at ma fisrt post.....dark is tight, so is excalibarz n dyme..but niggas like mwenda,yung-t(lo), n horse got skill too......

peace

yo whateva heppened 2 ma niga horse? want him 2 drop sum of his rhymes

all yall cats sound the same ...prolly copy and paste from the same source..wack! nothing yall write is worth reading..im out.

Yo its redemption time niggaz be talking like I can’t step up to bat/
Add my toungeston(tungsten) 2 a gat and then 2 the bullet so I’m literally strapped/
Surprising u cats~in fact~wit raps~that’ll push your wigs back~past~half of your ass/
so yall can claim this nigga’s gassed~his style mos def must be on crack/
u can’t get rid of me~my ability~visibly eclipses the sun/
literally~meet the trinity~lyrically I pack heat in my tongue/
I spit bullet chips like cookies allow me feed your face~ with~ treats/
your neandrathal flows are late~ this~week like you’re dating an ape~ in ~heat/(think neandrathal=outdated, flows=menstruation,)
I can’t face defeat even if I had my nostrils plug by the toes on my feet/ (face de feet)
I’m sick enough 2 “spill your beans” n “expose your beef” till I’m “hard(heard) felt in the belly of the beast”/
Competition is none, like the word “dict”ionaries on lips of an illiterate nuns/
Even when drunk only I can walk these lines that I’ve brung/
Me getting beat that’s a “joke” decease it caused it is a”Big Pun”/
I make grown men shake like ejaculations every time that I come “cum”/
If u is a fake gangsta/emcee n can’t handle what you pack that when I’m snatching~that~chrome/
Turn it against you straight at your wig give you a hatch~back~dome/
i hate fake emcees who couldn’t spit if they were retarded and had a cock between they lips/
like Alaskan “obsessive masterbaters” I’m “handing them beats” and until they’re “cold and stiff”/
I’m blessed~with~text(teks) that’ll have your monitors dressed~in~vests/
Yours skills, my test~a~ments will “X it”, like concert crowd movin thru doors after excellent~ events/
Whoever is next~to~spit, hope you neck~is~fit enough to wear these lines like KKK~necklaces/
I’m always ahead of my time like objectives before experiments/
so train your spits b4 the weed makes your lungs think you can hotbox~ wit~ this king/
or face the red light on my knuckles that’ll really make you stop~in~ the~ ring/
/

Sick Mwenda Sick nice to know your back. you one of the illest, up there with Nash.

DaRk said:

dawgg back that trash down and re-read my message. I wasn't trying to step on your lil ity bity ego, just givin ya an honest C&C, but I see you more insecure than the structure of your lines

diamondheart said:

But yo check it....when someone critics everyone on the board without showing what skills they have, they leave a mark of arrogance and pride. Because everyone collectively believes that you cannot judge what you don't know....so unless you comin wit credentials obviously Imma respond to you harshly.

Cause you sound like tha uptight typa cat that just wanna talk. But it's no beef...just don't come sideways.

*you are the reader*

Voices that float within my throat and just quote
What I awoke and wrote-postin the Heartless of notes
Eloped with The darkests of smokes
What is spoke from ma soul is darker than most
Regarded an artists by vote, by Evil's father Tha Goat
*cough cough he's startin ta choke....*
Beginning my rhymes with a cynical smile
With the force of a centripical line tripled by time
Stripping the mind of all senses of existence behind
Wit precision the missles I'm spittin whistle inside
Ya mind and recline it forward, skipping rewind
Hittin tha side, after thoughts cause 'em ta splatter 'n rot
My last chapters are bought, sold ma soul and laughed at the cost
I Mastered the DaRk by remaining attatched to the cross
And Spat Backwards to the point that my Ashes were Lost....
(to be continued)

Damn Dark that was tiiiiight! damnnnnnnn!!!! nigz keep dropping like that and you're bound to leave an impact on alot of niggaz headz. don't stop dropping, don't let people deter your vision just use the critism to fuel your drive. an artist creates his own distinct style as you have and when someone critiques your work listen to them and then decide whether their views can somehow help you or all at once you may just ignore them, but point blank you know where you want this music to take you so keep doing what you feel is best for you. keep doing what your doing.nigz you got mad skill based on some of the post's that i've read.


as for diamond if you are going to criticque someones work at least offer a solution don't criticizes without offering a solution or rather a reason explaining what you found was wrong and why you came to that conclusion. I've read afew of your posts and i was impressed with your ideas and thoughts, quite informative but it's easy to criticize, its alot harder to show n prove speaking in terms of actions speak louder than words. i like some of the ideas you have posted don't get me wrong its just i want to also see where these pretty sound lessons of yours are coming from in a practical sense.


One luv, one heart, one voice, one fight
Holla @ yo Bwoi

peace equals salaam a greeting from the sun
the first time yall heard from me the top gun who been flyin solo
ever since i lost my total - elite fleet to the deadly streets and prison.

they got my nigga Goose, one nigga plural negus.
he was a King With Style, westside sunny Cal.
mama from puerto rico daddy from costa rica.
thats where marcus garvey went with social science to see the...
people... treated unequal. this is a freestyle and i 'm gonna write the sequel.

well we was flying high altitude skies and all. Reconssaince cuz the bombers were sent to put pressure my raw (warrior) like to fight tight crew.besides respectin the elders we do whatever we want to.

like this one night when the beats were tight i did post in north area to move up in height. we did a split to polarize to globe.constantly expand
the pacific to atlan....tic- tock it, apprachin is some rockets in my rear view , were not yet near to, our projects completion, the enemies reachin closer and closer, defend or its over. its like and arguement over magnet and static....damn we should have stuck to good ole guerilla tactics.

too late the fate's revealed one of us killed the other proaches the stand describe this feel to debrief real

oh yeah , what's up yall, my name is Ramal. What yall think?

Man i dont know what da fuck is goin on, but this stuff is too shitty.

I suggest you read the text then flex.