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Flowers can look frontwards and behind

I remember my past but I never Rewind

The future mine.

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I wont ever get in a bind.

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Even though I don't fuckin riddle a
rhyme you'll get stuck in the middle of
mine. I start in a slump then speed it
up. You're nothin but a punk. Pussy
I beat it up. I ain't done I'm just gettin
heated up. You might learn somethin
so try keepin up. You suck and your
rhymes are shitty. I'll never show you
no fuckin pitty. I grew up listening to
Diddy or was it Daddy. I just roll up
another fatty. I'm deep in the woods with
pines and cedars. Where everyone carries
a nine and some refer. You're spittin flame.
I'm spittin fire. I'll be at the top of the
game til i get to retire. I just touch spliff
to flame and get higher. Where i come from
i don't need cash for hash. I'm growin and
rollin. No jokin. I be Smokin, chokin leavin
all my competition on stage bloody and broken.

LazyDaze, you're rhymes are weak, and that's plain to see, so take some lessons from me, CSP, the Southern OG. All the spammers are gone, you're the only spammer here. You been the only one postin since the beginnin of the year. now every thread you hit, you post some new shit, gettin no response, aint that a bitch? You were the first, now I'm the last, bout to blast past yo ass, goin for the pass, tryin to get that hash wit a pocket full of cash. Now I'm ready to smash, I got to mash, I'm out this bitch, don't you bash. Or hate or flip, cuz I'm the shit, spewin hip hop up out my lip, I'm from the wood and I'm legit, so come on mane, and steal this flame, I'm bout to bust up in this game. Afro, hus up, come hit us up, let's find some hoes and bust a nut, buy some weed and smoke a blunt, and do it big cuz that's what's up!

When is someone else gonna drop it.
I'm tired of seeing these spammers.
i wish they would stop it. You want it i got it.
I'm number one if you think you're better then top it.

what's up people. can't someone come on here and take control of these stupid spammers.
i get on here and make a post one day and get back on the next and it is all the way at the
bottom of the list. that's just crazy.

Another day another battle. Still waiting on someone else to jump in the saddle.
Getting tired of seeing a spammer. Make me a moderator and i'll throw down the
hammer.

i was the first now i'm the last. Fuck it i will battle myself and still have a blast.
Try to keep up this could get tricky. I like my sticky icky. I write rhymes that be bumpin.
Until someone else decides to start thumpin. My hobbies are smokin and humpin. I always
herd that men are from mars and women are from venus. i'm a lyrical genius. I can't keep
the ladies off my penis.

Oh ya lazydaze is back.

just having fun so nobody hate. i like the rymes 64ro20.

I wish I hadn't missed the battle. I had to jump back in when i heard the cage rattle.
Motha fucker run up on me he better not be bluffin. I pull out tha gage and turn you to nothin.
If you think you're at tha top of tha game. Just remember every fire starts with a flame.
I'm a lyrical technition. You lit the spark of my ignition. Now I'm out of control. I'm coming for the
top and once i get it I'll never let go. I'm not a crip or blood. I'm just a southern boy smokin bud.

The dude was kinda hidin behind the couch, he was afraid of the law so he crouched.
He asked me did the pig leave the house, I said: dunno go check yo mamas blouse.
Look between her titties You might find him there. Dude got little pissed and said: I put my knife in your chest I swear.

I replied calm down smoke a blunt or two, I never meant to diss you.
I'm not afraid of the po po, I hide my stash real good if they wanna see it I say, no no!
For me smoking is a celebration, but I keep tellin others it's only medication.
But there's more to that, it's deep sedation. I also like to call it the green salvation, a spirtitual sensation for my daily meditation. :mrgreen:

Johnny law went and pulled his cuffs
But then he took a couple puffs
He said "damn homeboy, what's this shit
smells too nice to be lit"

I handed him a sack of the Strawberry cough
Then he left to go jack off

I say's bitch, you wanna start some shit?
Well ya better go suck on yo momma's tit
That's the only place you'll get some sympathy
A foot in yo ass is what you'll get if you keep fuckin with me.

and im jus doin me so wat up i get my gat and bust a cap or two in tha air

i aint so depressed or overstressed
i just rhyme harder than a bulletproof vest
i can battle myself i dont need nobody
it might sound strange in the rhyme
cleveland derangin' the mind
whats up lazy daze, dawg bump the bone
if not in life, meet you at the crossroads
ride to thugz mansion get high and throwd
somebody go, even if it aint fly as my flow
read my shit getta contact high
your too gone to come back witha combat rhyme
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another day, another time, again
i begin to lyrically sin
be loyal "Hush", when i bust right
my royal flush, games just tight
check the rhymes
4ro20 respect the time
i don't respect weak minds
you, in the creaks, find
air-tight no leaks,
when i speaks to ya
see through ya
you weezy, me shooter
do it Eazy, Eternal... lines, for hoes
roasted your rhymes in infernos
cops grab your sack, take crack
take it from hoods the CIA take it back...
really you feel me? your head silly?
you need me to kill your dead Philly?
i'm in the house like Swisher, stomp your feet
bitches say the rhymes taste Sweet as skeet
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very fine. i can battle myself
scary rhymes i can rattle myself
ghetto cowboys? back in the saddle my self
the metal, "Pows!" like Batman
north side, no fuckin wit that man
my coast's tighter,
grab a ghostwriter
see a bitch i battled, and ask her
lyrical ghosts, gone fast as Casper
im not DMX, i dont make my voice rasper
or bring 50-cent rhymes, about blasters
Trill, still like Bun B
your rhymes funny
step to me, climb a lyrical hill
I'm King Of The Hill, call me Bobby
but not digital, like clocks
original 420,tick-tocks
think not?
cluck, like Cocks
fuck, you, on the ground like D-feet
stuck you, with rhymes dirty as cleats
youve been stabbed
waist Chunky, like McNabb
roll in the big slabs...no, i'm broke
big blunts i grab...know i smoke
like chimneys, in the cold
Wades for feet, i bring Heat
when i Converse-ate
big my balls are
i'ma fuckin All-Star
find me in Las Vegas
or lost in grimey bodegas
i'm hot ho........."whores manage"
"que pasa, Vato".. for Spanish

another day, another rhyme
afromanmusic where its always the same time

im not the type to get stuck on the same ho,
old school poet dont get fooled by the game pro.
on the interrnet I spit game to the trick,
told me her name, got all up on the dick
then she gets mad tries to play me
fucc the ho if she dont pay me
im a true fuccin 80s baby
i'm tight game time like McGrady
i never come with the same shit, my vocabs wide
lick my ass if your actin snide
i dont look back from my stride
if the girl wanna fucc, we can get it crackin & ride
if not i forget the bitch, like where i put the keys
she aint in my chest, thats where i put the trees

whats up Reeferseed, with an afro-cluck
where'd everybody go man, what the fucc
i'll keep this shit goin anyway
rhymes anytime, of anyday
hate my rhymes... many may
i light my spliff
Lets get High Tonite, to guitar rifts
even though i prefer the drum
that funky-fresh shit gets an upward thumb

the kool-aid man busted in my wall
his bitch ass came, followed by the law,
fuck the police they can lick my balls,
because in the ghetto, they dont respond to calls.
just for weed, they throw you on the ground
put you in jail, and your car in the pound.
i thought this was america man,
fuccin police tryin to jack a gram
whats up thier ass, a billy club or a hamster man?
fucc em man Americas not movin to Amsterdam

G-Bone is back, back in the saddle
Smackin' hos in the ass with a ping pong paddle
Go to the club, win the rap battle
Round up hussies like a herd a cattle

Bout 3 am I takes 'em back to the crib
Open up a can of Pringles, then throw away the lid
I eat the whole stack 'til the can is empty
Drink a gallon of Kool-Aid and say "that's a plenty"

Now ya know the ho's is so impressed
Only takes 'em half a second to get undressed
I fucked 'em all three times and then four more
Slapped 'em on the ass and sent 'em out the door

Just a typical night in the life of ol' G-Bone
Now it's time to get your ass drunk and stoned.

Look's like somebody broke thier own sacred law,
An original is back, claim my throne, you'll take a fall.
You call that battle rap, you're gonna get raped raw
try to disagree, with a mouth full of balls

I make this a different game,
touch spliff to flame,
rough, rip your name,
I leave rhymes bloody, like Crip's the name.

I'm crazy like Ozzy fans, wrists & blades dude
fuckin' with me, give your ass a goodbye kiss, I was made rude

Okay well what am i dissin? Id rather get a good flow not tryin then shootin and missin,But dont forget Codys the name,some day i will be at the top of the game with comrcialized fame so dont forget the name,any rap you heard now is pretty lame compared to mine,my rhyms are fine they cant be beat,i make 20,000 people jump out of there seats,Ive been fighting to make a name for my self for a while,get home check the web return with a smile,Fastest freestyle this side of the rezervation,my rhyms are a white mans creation,None of your rhyms are worth smack,last night i ate your mom out from the back,dont rhyme if your rappins wack or ill commit some violent acts.

Homie I ain't about to get hawled off. But you don't see me runnin' from tha law dog. Johnny Law don't wanna fuck wit' me I'll break his jaw dog. Then I'll pull out tha sawed off and blow his fuckin' balls off.

Mr. Law said..fuck you man, I'm takin' your shit
If ya wanna argue, I'll knock you in the head with my stick
Blacken your eye and leave your jaw agape
Then I'll leave you down by the river for the bums to rape

I said look mutha fucka, you couldn't bust a grape
That silly ass uniform make ya look like an ape
No get the fuck out before I call out the dogs
I'll slice you and dice you, then feed your retarded ass to the hogs.

Johnny Law you just like a trick. You try to take my weed and I'll beat you bitch. Don't threatin' me I've been through hell and back. Now if weed is what you want Ill sell a sack.

Right about then came a knock on the door
It was Johnny Law and he was wantin' to score
He said "Now y'all know I could take ya to jail
But give me up a fat sack and you won't have to worry 'bout no bail"

I Loaded my cd and hit tha bong. I started playing Afro and everybody was singin' along.

I said wait i've got a wife we can both do
I brung mary jane in she wants fuck to
jus kick back and chill while i load up the bong
bust out the Fro lighter smokin to my favorite song

You must be high. Right? Just because i fuck yours don't mean you can fuck my wife. He said "don't listen to me i'm just high homie". I said "I'm just fuckin with you so am i homie".

Dude said "Put on some Funkadelic, Maggot Brain will do"
Then I went to the fridge and pulled out a couple brews
I twisted the top off my Miller High life
Then dude asked me "Wanna fuck my wife?"

So i lit up some of Reefer's smoke. Some of that shit would make a chefer choke. I said i'm sorry about tha music bro. He said don't worry i ain't mad no mo.

How 'bout if we do a little gang rap. I'll start it. Someone one comes up with the next line and see what happens.

Sittin' in the crib listenin' to the Rolling Stones
Smokin' that reefer like Basketball Jones
When some asshole came and knock on my door
Complainin' 'bout loud music cause it's a quarter to four