Anonymous
whats good ppl...tiem has come for a change in this forum...there needs to be some excitement up in here n who to give it to u raw other than ur boi duke...with tha hot shit..been readin some of tha lines ppl wrote here from while back n they aint sayin much...damn how can tha whole country not have any good artists...or even free-stylists at that...well if yall need a lesson take it from tha don...
while yall be snippen//i be snipen//
yall get bitten// i do bitin//
im coppin clock work//yall out of time n//
seem like ur flows outta timin//~
im tha dude that re-arrange ur career in 8 bars//
n birds aint tha same since i push them great cars//
its like they suddenly spotted my worm,
n they wanna go fishin in my pockets//
but i keep em' shocked like electrical sockets//
beleive me dawg, tha kid done changed,
im now concerned bout what tha future holds//
n so Hot now "coughin" up money to avoid future "colds"//
got a crazy dish on my house call it tha super-bowl//
n as far as supers go// from now on call ur girl a super ho//~
cuz i done did it like a "boy" from tha "backstreet"//
n my crew all coloured call us new edition of blackstreet !!
LOL...
well leave it on a good note for tha preview u know...dont really wanna get to personal n all that...na' mean...n dont really wanna talk too much neither...still anyone worthy of replyin back...holla at ur don...
duke over n out...
ISH
yo dawag no disrespect but blackstreet hahahahhah that cracked me up son anyways this is wat i wrote earlier for some otha nigga u get me & u can read some of ma shit on the poetry section anyways waitin fo u 2 drop somthin
peace
I' don't have time for the games/
rather be smokin, fuckin, and destroyin rappers with weak game/
wiggas shit is weak like a drunk babys bladder/
I'm going to the top in a elevator/mutha f&%K a ladder/
I'm badder than bebe's kids with a sugar rush/
when I step on the stage the crowd goes hush/
can hear em talkin/ Damn that nigga ish here/
it's gonna be a long night/ damn right it is/
have you in circles like figure eight's/
then amma let u sip on ma cum like milkshake /
cause my shit is Grrrrrreat
what what u spit it & i live it
hahahahahahah
am waitin fo tha sequel......
it don stop & who said i aint tha illest
LUNATIC
ISH
PS. passed tha level of bieng a DON now am all bout punani & money hahahahhahaha tha don at ur door
FAKESPIKE
what is rap music getting too now adays? when a guy called "DUKE" doesnt sing about owning nice cars he just happy he can push them
"i push them great cars"
he doesnt talk about how big his D ICK is he calls it a worm
"its like they suddenly spotted my worm"
smartd
this should be in the Poetry section :)
ISH
NO need for that he is gone looool
LUNATIC
ISH
Anonymous
LOL..that was a cute reply still..might give me a lil' challenge but at the end of the day we gotta be real, keep it straight n what else to do the trick then a fresh one:
we kinda on tha same tip, you doin masscare im bout massacres//
same letters yeah' be yours aint mean 1/2 a word//
n you frontin like you flock, move packs of birds//
you was suckin rubber when i was movin packs with birds//~
i tell the broad to be quick with her shit//
if i finish first ima be tha quick one to dip//
n if she open her mouth to a soul, ima be tha quick one to flip//
but trust dog i dont mean tha clover way//
* a maninstream artisit, nigga i aint overpaid//~
im under if anything//
come to think of it, im under in everything//
the streets, the sheets, the sink when it leak//
never go pumpin on top of a freak//
i let her pull a nascar n ride it out//
keeping one hand on the gearbox n one on her mouth//~
cant let her be makin alot of noise//
cuz all through tha house walk my boys//
n if they aint gettin action they all annoyed//
n i dont wanna upset none of my niggaz//
so cause of that thought i throw her off,
bitch i dont want none of ur figure//
i dont wanna get in like kiss n k. west//
i wanna work my ass off for millz liek jae, * it no need for rest//
n im on top in this case none of yall be a test//
yall words be quotes from a clown, cant no-one see tha jest//~
yepp... dudes i jus called u jesters//
n tha way i busted on ur girl u can now call me Chest-er//
FAKESPIKE
now i know why its called the freestyle OF BOREDOM!
this sucks...i'm soooooo bored
ISH
feel the spoken click clack, your every choke and spit lacks/
/pin points a bitch but he just got BIC smacked/
/il shatter his post, cloak and dagger his throat/
/this faggot is toast, hes hip hops practical joke/
/my kids out candle (shine) you, with toy cars that out handle you/
/shit I got sperm cell’s that’ll out battle you/
/you don’t have the gall toy,one punch and fall boy/
/you don’t spit sharp,quote my nuts so pin can be a ball point/
/im a real emcee, gay men should stick to play pens/
/what I pen will have pin pinned in state pens/
/hit you with lightning,issue tissue for the shit you writing/
/I never thought id see pens lose in pencil fighting/
/welcome to my party, retards could hardly scar me/
/the only win you got was false against ma cum/
/when this professor flips,your computer protests your scripts/
/youll try to forget my spits but im favored by your processor chip/
/suffer mass defeat against a bloody crafted piece this bastards beef/
/will split your a#s in two half pieces like outkast’s last release/
/NO DOUBT I be the best,NO DOUBT I lay fake emcees to death/
/this pen couldn’t write on surface if it was as flat as gwen stefani’s chest/
/you shockin shit now?,delete ya text and bow now/
hahahahaha & on one way or tha otha am a crazy mothafuka