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Keep The Rhyme Goin (2-8 Bars)

The title is "keep it going", we need to keep it growing.
Y'all tapped out but I'mma keep it flowing,
Spitting nothing but fact, adding wins to my stats,
Carrying the wieght on our backs, burning up thread tracks,
 
Off the top this is my thread/ I carried the rock when this shit was dead
You carried the weight like books in ya pack/ rap rhymes are killer
ya words between the lines were just a filler/ I'm reinforcing the fact that i'm the rilla
 
Kzzl said:
"What's up friend?" Is what I say with the 350 running
Rockford Fosgate, I know you heard as I was coming
Something like Cube but got an uncle named "Money"
An OG, blind, but the nigga ain't a dummy

Ear wax on his finger calling pussy holes bummy
MD 20/20's all the nigga ask from me
Of course I oblige as I slip and I slide
88 Brougham, Whatcha want from the store now?

Times is hard so we struggle slang blow
Everybody putting in for that Rossi from the store
So I go, but I never tell ya drink and drive
as I swerve lane to lane bumping Zapp as I ride
A method to my madness that may seem contrived
but if it wasn't for this game I may not be alive
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You got more Bounce to the Ounce/ nigga you just wearin shox
g, do what you like/ but im featuring Pac/ thug life but in vegas it stopped
they killed P but the infamous dropped/ real G can never be stopped even if the tires in ya brougham popped/
we keep it movin for the movement/ let make it an anthem/ we gonna rise together like the panthers
 
Mooney said:
You got more Bounce to the Ounce/ nigga you just wearin shox
g, do what you like/ but im featuring Pac/ thug life but in vegas it stopped
they killed P but the infamous dropped/ real G can never be stopped even if the tires in ya brougham popped/
we keep it movin for the movement/ let make it an anthem/ we gonna rise together like the panthers
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I'm loving that answer so peep my candor
Can I get a witness? Ain't this grander?
Rid these cancers as esteemed commanders
Laughing at Thor holding Oguns hammer

Now it might be suicide, I know. Much deception in my brethren
But teach them two ranks ahead. If one killed they've got direction
Pray that I plateau before I go. Put it on my tomb just as I wrote
Celebrate me, no need to mourn. And don't forgive, nigga slit they throats
 
them niggaz ain't loyal, fake smiles surrounding you
you fuck around dap up the same nigga that's robbin you
they on your social media, timeline to find a clue
you think you getting likes, and they really tryna follow you....
 
murda mays said:
them niggaz ain't loyal, fake smiles surrounding you
you fuck around dap up the same nigga that's robbin you
they on your social media, timeline to find a clue
you think you getting likes, and they really tryna follow you....
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They some weird niggas and I don't know what to do
Friend request from Malaysia, random folks from my school
Never been a problem with the circle of my few
but then I got these local strangers that don't speak when in my view

Deleting motherfuckers is the way the Kzzl be
They looking for Confirms, but don't holla in the streets
I say my folks too social with the company they keep
Done had the ash tray and CD face stolen while I sleep

Best friends reminiscing how they was bout to shoot each other
Money, dope, and hoes controlled the souls of all my brothers
If there's a God above I'd thank the Lord that some recovered
Sipping Happy Van Winkle as our children tease each other
 
Patriarchal dichotomy polyamorus monoliths~
Deoxyribonucleic apocalypse~
Nah...I’m just playin’, using big ass words to use big ass words~
I crack jokes but will seriously stretch a yella bellied nigga neck like that big ass bird~
That shits absurd...Word.....life, Blat or Omar Swanson~
It don’t matter tha moniker....my vocab stay long dog...Dachshund (dotson)~
Pause son...on a few lines I’m just showing my ass~
Early morning Sunday shit after blowin’ my grass~
 
Blown from the ashtray, as fate disseminates through the room
Smoke and mirrors, cloudy judgement, reflecting ways to our doom
Wildin', a young Joseph Stalin was found saluting platoons
Access of evil for many moons, if they play, press & resume
Felt mandatory, wounds show battle stories
Pouring mad fourties, brain storming how they pushed his thoughts & made category
Hello class.. the name is narcotics, had us in ski-mask anonymous
Robberies plotted the lot of us, pass up the bucks or hope in God we trust
Throw it up before they body ya like bulimia done got in ya
Stuck inside a sleep paralysis, dreaming within insomnia
 
I'm sleep and never woken
Mute but never spoken
I wanna say I'm lit
But right now I ain't smokin
Shake downs from fake clowns
Niggaz up state now sending their hate down and we constantly make rounds
Knock boots like H-town, bitches they stay round, niggaz who get money, silly but ain't funny,
 
I’m always one drunk away from being an alcoholic/
I’m at Target in the food department staring at liquor like, don’t even start it, this shit is retarded/
Then I reach for my wallet, pay for my poison this shit is so toxic/
ready to drown all my sorrows, let’s get this shit started/
drop these bars like I’m sober, cold and soulless like the winter solstice/
lyrics come w heat, leave me so toasted you couldn’t even roast this/
& you must be Peter Pan, cuz your punchlines are childish and never land/
so chill if you think you fly, man/
cuz that’s just your imagination, but I’ll hand it to you like severed hands/
 
VIBE said:
I’m always one drunk away from being an alcoholic/
I’m at Target in the food department staring at liquor like, don’t even start it, this shit is retarded/
Then I reach for my wallet, pay for my poison this shit is so toxic/
ready to drown all my sorrows, let’s get this shit started/
drop these bars like I’m sober, cold and soulless like the winter solstice/
lyrics come w heat, leave me so toasted you couldn’t even roast this/
& you must be Peter Pan, cuz your punchlines are childish and never land/
so chill if you think you fly, man/
cuz that’s just your imagination, but I’ll hand it to you like severed hands/
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I don't need hands to battle you/
my mic, my voice will be the reason why you're rattled dude/
I shatter fools with my verse, thats your hearse/
Ill sing you a lullaby, when you sleep, they throwing on dirt/
Ill pop ya lil uzi vert and hook off on on ya lost boys thinking im shook
then steal ya tinkerbell if she gimme that look/
make you walk off in crocs all crying she took
 
Nobody can crook me ,I'm far from a rookie/
Rappers trying to be tough but sweeter than sugar cookies/
Because if yall get locked up yall turn into jing a lings/
Being kris kringle kings not ruling a single thing/
Coming up with rhymes trying to test my zone /
But yall stay getting yall ass whooped like dragon fly jones/
Thinking you the shit but you really just shit/
With all them preschool rhymes showing why you should quit/
There is a reason why you shouldn't let this brother loose /
My rhymes in a higher echelon ,yall stuck on Mother Goose
 
smdh, you youngins still trynna hang,
you cant match my Odin level , one man gang gang.
i tried to walk away, now my hats back in the ring,
just woke up, still bringing the scorpion sting,
killing at comp right after my morning pee,
after a shower and breakfast, who will still want it with me?
 
You fear whats in the dark/ walking the night streets niggas make the pistol spark
Bullet stray and errant ways/ how do I display my disarray
This illusion confuses the transfusion left on the streets/ as the innocent blood leaks
 
Mooney said:
You fear whats in the dark/ walking the night streets niggas make the pistol spark
Bullet stray and errant ways/ how do I display my disarray
This illusion confuses the transfusion left on the streets/ as the innocent blood leaks
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Blood leaks turn brown streaks on black streets from ground beef/below signs of stop the violence, increase the peace// can't hold up peace when ya ducking down/ errant strays that go round sending dogs hit homeward bound//
 
Focal Point said:
Blood leaks turn brown streaks on black streets from ground beef/below signs of stop the violence, increase the peace// can't hold up peace when ya ducking down/ errant strays that go round sending dogs hit homeward bound//
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This ain't no disney flick, real life horrors mirrior movies quick!
its trife how life aint reserved, but when the bullets curve, puts you on ice to preserve/Is this what we deserve?
id'ing bodies for conformation/ bullet holes still warm from metal levatation...
 
Mooney said:
This ain't no disney flick, real life horrors mirrior movies quick!
its trife how life aint reserved, but when the bullets curve, puts you on ice to preserve/Is this what we deserve?
id'ing bodies for conformation/ bullet holes still warm from metal levatation...
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I address the nation, with a fist raised and black glove, a show of solidarity
we still racing, 200 meters to go still with no clarity
our case is charity, hand outs and free phones
section 8 creates strife and keeps broken homes
my aim to lift us, like a bow in the wind, or hands raised when they shoot
protest the death and then loot,
they say we're savages, that slug he must have deserved
teach rules of engagement for your life to be preserved



(dammit... hit a wall)
 
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