Who can grow and rap?
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REALSTYLES
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I got a freestyles for you Heineken and weed influenced with my LED clone tent in the back and the beat was made by me on Fruity Loop Producer 11 and my buddy used his iphone to make this video
tyler.durden
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^^ Yeah, HUGE loss for hip-hop when he died 
Love this Atmosphere jam, amazing lyrics -
When I first landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
so we exceeded recommended dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
this planet spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
[Chorus]
what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
planets as small as balls of clay [x4]
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
[Chorus - 4X]
who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
when they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em can't fathom
where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get down to it
there's more than sand and fluid
in how I revolve and evolve
can we solve the secrets? No.
can we take trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
[Chorus - 4X]
Love this Atmosphere jam, amazing lyrics - When I first landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
so we exceeded recommended dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
this planet spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
[Chorus]
what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
planets as small as balls of clay [x4]
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
[Chorus - 4X]
who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
when they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em can't fathom
where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get down to it
there's more than sand and fluid
in how I revolve and evolve
can we solve the secrets? No.
can we take trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
[Chorus - 4X]
srh88
Well-Known Member
atmosphere is my favorite rap group.. slug and ant are an unstoppable duo.. slugs really out of the box creative and very lyrical^^ Yeah, HUGE loss for hip-hop when he died
When I first landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
so we exceeded recommended dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
this planet spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
[Chorus]
what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
planets as small as balls of clay [x4]
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
[Chorus - 4X]
who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
when they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em can't fathom
where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get down to it
there's more than sand and fluid
in how I revolve and evolve
can we solve the secrets? No.
can we take trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
[Chorus - 4X]
another sick song with slug in it
REALSTYLES
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superloud
Well-Known Member
I've been there and I've done that. I've smoked dope and I've slung crack. I've give it up and I've relapsed. But now I'm standing here yea I've come back.. I've smelt tha smoke when that gun clapped. I've scene tha body couldent react. So I went and bought another weed sack.now I'm thinking bout it were my weed at?..gotta stay high cuzz I'm so low. I've been solo for so long. That I don't know if I should hold on. Or let go scream so long.. so I inhale and I exhale.and I blow tha smoke up out this hell.and yall don't know about this hell.so why you gotta go and compare.. said you don't know who I am. What I've been threw or what I will do.for my family I'll kill you.you don't want beef that's real dude..but if you got some I'll share stew.with my homies how dare you. Act phony compared to.my cronies you're their food.. your bear food get grizzly. Prepared to get busy. If there rude get pissy. And tear threw there city..
Bublonichronic
Well-Known Member
Crunchy is the best ever
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mr sunshine
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Suuuuuunshhhhine.. I break bread and get mine. GET LIKES NIGGA, GET LIKES NIGGA. I grow weed and spit rhymes. You suck dick and drop dimes//i eat pussy for lunch time. Snapping necks, crunch time!
superloud
Well-Known Member
He said it's crunch time. I eat rappers, it's munch time.i grow weed that smell like sun's rhymes.even tho he drop a good bar or two sometimes
Who did that song. It's not new. I heard back in '78 here in Houston. It was on some party tape this guy had. I don't know what was all on it
Trap Star
Well-Known Member
I drop a seed
An grow a tree
Call me pack man
I break a pound
An ride around
With the strap man
A couple zips
Turn into 100s in a snap man
Im 2 legit
Rollin weed
In a back man ...backwood
I roll up backs
Back to back
Bitch i smoke out
100 dollars
On a 8th
Thats how we smoke out
Everyday
Smoking GOOD
Out a wood bitch
Im out to drop a pound off
In yo hood bitch
More money
More smoke
Holla cash up
Them jack boyz
Will leave you broke
Hella fucked up
I keep a .40 tuck
Stuck off that lime lime
So many zips off in my crib
I feel like prime time.
Tahitian Thai
Lumpys cut
HP13
So many pounds
Boxes might just break
The triple beam
Outdoor...
Light Deps...
Coco
hydro
You couldnt move a pack
Ny to Ohio
Fuck the 5 - 0h
Boof
Mids
Highs
Low
Fuck a china pack
Thats the way the game go
Catch me anywhere
Gas station to dispo
Im at the grow shop
With a order right now
I got seeds in the mail
In a big pile
Couple clones on the grow
Cause im sick wit it
A bunch of Instagram likes
look how i did it
Call me Trapper of the year
Burnin big smoke
Say you trappin
But you cappin
Thats a big joke
Take a smoke break
Ha ha...
Weak sauce.
Tried to keep up
Went broke
An fell off
Thats how its done...
If you cant do it like this or better
Dont do it at all
An grow a tree
Call me pack man
I break a pound
An ride around
With the strap man
A couple zips
Turn into 100s in a snap man
Im 2 legit
Rollin weed
In a back man ...backwood
I roll up backs
Back to back
Bitch i smoke out
100 dollars
On a 8th
Thats how we smoke out
Everyday
Smoking GOOD
Out a wood bitch
Im out to drop a pound off
In yo hood bitch
More money
More smoke
Holla cash up
Them jack boyz
Will leave you broke
Hella fucked up
I keep a .40 tuck
Stuck off that lime lime
So many zips off in my crib
I feel like prime time.
Tahitian Thai
Lumpys cut
HP13
So many pounds
Boxes might just break
The triple beam
Outdoor...
Light Deps...
Coco
hydro
You couldnt move a pack
Ny to Ohio
Fuck the 5 - 0h
Boof
Mids
Highs
Low
Fuck a china pack
Thats the way the game go
Catch me anywhere
Gas station to dispo
Im at the grow shop
With a order right now
I got seeds in the mail
In a big pile
Couple clones on the grow
Cause im sick wit it
A bunch of Instagram likes
look how i did it
Call me Trapper of the year
Burnin big smoke
Say you trappin
But you cappin
Thats a big joke
Take a smoke break
Ha ha...
Weak sauce.
Tried to keep up
Went broke
An fell off
Thats how its done...
If you cant do it like this or better
Dont do it at all
StonedGardener
Well-Known Member
You were on a hell of a roll !
I'm a mean
Mother fucker
From the
Northern land
I've grown more weed
Than any fuck can.
It's all in the wrist
That's the fucking gist.
Don't get
In a twist
Your getting
me pissed
Your going to be missed.
You work so hard
Sweat and slave
Your dumb ass
Going early
To that
Waiting grave.
Yada-yada, enough of that. One thing that irks me is the constant, relentless rhymes
in a piece. If Great for young children. To each his own.
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tyler.durden
Well-Known Member
So no mention of any political figures, or general social comnitary? Would my poem be acceptable had I excluded the last 3 lines?
StonedGardener
Well-Known Member
Is your name pronounced " soon e " or " sunny(sonny) ? I'm a deep thinker,a
deep roller ...yuka-yuka.
StonedGardener
Well-Known Member
Is that you ? Where the hell were ya !
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