who's tight up in here?!

And this is soposed to be a...uhmm rap site?

Where ya´ll at?

If you got skillz on sum real shit, just come out the woodwork
already!

Damn! It´s gettin kinda lonely at the t.o.p !

I will not go on feeling this pain so I stick needles in veins
Ironic ha?, I am not iconic, and when I start seeing myself
I will realize that I am  more hated than celine dion is
You can call me evil, when I forges bill gates will
And the next day you read in the paper "BILL GATES KILLED"
If you read it all, you learned that all the witnesses
Were found two days later, in the woods with twisted necks
And at the same time you´ll find out that your sister´s dead
Buried in your yard, You may wonder whats going on in my head?
To find out I took an axe and split my face
And I dont know whats in there, but it is red

I dont really know whats this shit is, but I drop a little something I wrote a while ago!

Good lookin!

And decent drop man.

But yo, where you been hidin doe? lol.

I had just started thinkin that there weren´t much skill on here at all, but you made me have to change my mind about that.

I´ll holler at ya later with the comments,
I´m just watin on more headz to drop in here..
PEACE.

maybe you ought to post one of your own verses and let us judge how much skill you have man...

It's easy to come on a board and crown yourself the king...


and btw, there's a whole section for battles and cyphers, why dont you try asking a mod to move your thread there?

Holla mayn! It's the double B back in this bitch,
rappers gets ill right before they're batteling qib
and with "rappers get ill", I mean that rappers get sick,
find 'em making out with their toiletseats back at their cribs
and I find it quite funny, thinkin' they can outrun me
stumblin' at the finish line, as I take the price money
all I can do is laugh, cuz we all know "you're the man!"
no butts! ... except your bootys ass.. well you do the math
and I got emo chicks, with cleavages wanting to see my dick,
while I whip it out, screamin' "wheap at this!"
'cuz ya'll can eat my shit and die, leave your pity rhymes,
and stick behind, 'cuz I'm what every women would kall Mr. Right
and ya'll get to know why i'm a star thats so bright
that i'll outshine you til' you ain't gettin' up like Marc Eckö!
so honestly man.. it doesn't matter how many shows you go to,
cuz all you'll see is me, but whatever flows your boat dude..


old verse signed Queff, Bobby Q, Bigqib or whatever you like to call me

Hey Pigeon. what´s crackin?

As for my lyricism, I BEEN postin maad verses on here already.

And I still haven´t seen a single verse that could match mine.
You smell me?
 
I´ve seen a few decent verses on here,
and the ones that wrote those deserves they li´l propers.

But I ain´t lyin when I say that I ain´t seen a single verse on here, that tops my shit.

And about movin the thread. Sure, I just thought that LYRICISM
would be the right forum for this thread, since it´s not a battle cypher I´ve got goin here.

It´s more of a way for me to sort out the ´erbs from the ones with fly words.

And I also wanted to help out cats with their rhymin.
I see that there are a buncha decent heads on here,
that are just doin their thing, tryina up they skillz,
and I respect that.

are you a mod? Or could you have one of yer mod budddies move this thread to battle and cypher for me?
Good look.

The ´Zookah.

Aigh, Queff!
Good look dun.
Nice verse, you got some decent material there.
Keep doin you.
And you on my decent mcee list. I´mma get back witcha aigh?

haha ait ait.. i feel ya.
i usually write on swedish, just some old verse i wrote under the influence.
i've seen some of your lyrics, they are nice.. although i think they are waaay tooo advanced and flow-based then what the regular whoa-user can get a grip of..

ima check you out then

couldnt find a single written posted by you... how about you post one in the thread instead?

You can´t miss em, I posted all over this site..

Look in the battle section. I got about 3 battles in there.
and I also got a whole lotta verses in other threads.

I dont write on english thats why you havent seen me here before...

stop writing start recording
nobody cares if you write 54-syllable rhymes

Psyunta.

You´ll be hearin me soon enough..

And I feel like Heltah skeltah, "cuz headz ain´t ready"!!

Yo, I'm writin' this for fun, jumped on the bandwagon, ridin' shotgun
Spittin' rhymes like, my mouth's like, a volcano son, and you're flammable
So sick, so ill, are you getting nauseous? In six lines I kill so you best be cautious!
Run-of-the-mill, that's your definition, there's no competition, when I harm you bitches
When I rap you think "This can't be happenin'! I don't wanna die a virgin like a catholic bitch!"
And I'm out! See ya later, did ya choke like Darth Vader? Or is it just that you can't trust your skills outside the paper...

The pace is pretty quick on that one. Peace!

Daniel-blade..

You get E, for effort!

Decent drop mayne.

You got that punchline thing figured out. Propers.

You in like flynn.

aiight i checked out your shit...

i cant say youre wack, cuz youre not... still your punchlines were kinda sub-par man... alotta real simple similarties and stuff ya know.. still some were good... so yeah, I'd say youre kinda mediocre... still i only read one of your battles so dont have much to base my opinion on, but still...

also you seem to be propsing anything in this thread... like daniel-blade... no offence, but it wasnt that good of a verse...

but i would like to hear some of your audios, since i had a little problem gettin the flow of your rhymescheme... so, well yeah. Thats my 2 cents.

Also, not to be too much of a bitch, Ill post a verse i actually posted in another thread already in the same time... im not gonna be all talk ya know


betta raise your hands for kam fam like pokergames
here to load our weapons and blow your brains
we flow insane while you's at home and comb your braids
muthafuckas cant walk on us like a pair of rollerblades
we rule this rapgame, solid playmakers
rip your heart out and freestyle to your pacemaker
so shut the fuck up, cuz only point to rap like shit
is the needle... that will scratch your disc
your wackass click is plain crap like shit
grin and bear it, your shit - just spear(spare) it like javelins
here to show whoa how to blow holes in promodiscs,
cuz our shit is ace like motörhead's
so yall bitches betta go to bed, and dont claim your tight
cuz then ima pay my price and put it on your head

Aight..

Decent  drop. You got punches and metaphors.

And you´ll be on the list, I´ll give you a more in depth breakdown of your verse later.

And now I´ll answer some or your comments.

No hate dude, it´s all good.
But just for the record I do feel like I
need to set some things str8. And explain some thangs to you.

As for my lyrics, I know my shit is tight.
But I´ve also came to realize that a lotta my stuff is over most peoples head, at least here on whoa.

And your wording is a li´l strange, "a lotta real simple similarities?" what do you mean?

And I know my stuff ain´t sub par.
You might not digg my rhyming style, or my subject matter,
to each his own.
But sayin that my lyrics are sub par is like sayin that the sun isn´t hot. It IS hot, and there´s no 2 ways about that.

No hate doe, it´s all gravy. You´re entitled to your opinion.

But may I suggest that you check out a few more of my verses on here, and then you´ll get a better picture of my lyrical imagery, and word play.

Now, my rhyme style is on point and clear.
I´m not really into sum cryptic shit. With ambiguous obscure
lines.

 I´m head on, and clear with my shit.
But I wouldn´t call it simple.

But like I said it´s all gravy-And buttermilk biscuits.

PEACE.

man you got confidence at least. Like i said, I havent read enough to judge you as a writer fully... but still, from what i read, some of your punchlines were pretty basic... I can point out examples later...

and well, i need to hear your audios before i can say anything about your rhymeschemes, cuz i had a real hard time gettin them.

ill give your other lyrics a shot tomorrow. Im too tired right now aiight

aigh, coo..
Holla back.

masturbate

well, you could do that,
and STILL couldn´t cum real.
my bars leave scars on ya face,
like you that nigga Seal!
I lock shit up, and put a seal on
this muthaphucca.
Tha only cat cummin real up in this muthaphucca!
I smoke the poetry joint,
And that´s my point and case.
Rockin them denim bibs,
dressed to kill, like Charles Lee Ray!
I clock a grip, and then I lounge like couches,
you that kid that do a show,
and get paid in meal vauchers!
And on sum smash shit,
ya girl been wantin to inspect my "Gadget",
tryina fiddle with a nigga trousers,
she pulled my joint out, then peeped my shit,
and went: Wowzers!!
Real talk, on sum blair shit,
she be tryina grab my "Underwood"
I overstand, you standin under,
now is that understood?!

Bazookahjoe P0
Nu vet jag inte om du låtsas vara amerikan eller vad du gör, palla skriva på engelska, men iaf; du suger, och om du inte inser det själv så är du inte heller värdig en förklaring till varför du suger. Jag hatar inte alls, men din attityd gör att dina rader som ändå är "ok" (knappt) blir värdelösa, sorry, snacka lite mindre och träna istället. Peace.

hårda ord kammel :P  Släng in en vers istället och sätt saker och ting på plats... helt plötsligt vart denna tråd intressant

hmm... tycker faktiskt bazookahjoe ääär en av de tyngsta här, han har överdrivet gryym raduppbyggnad, skiter i om han leker amerikan, men hursomhelst så har han ett ordförråd som inte ens jaag förstår alla ord av.. ;P haha aaja.. ;D

ordförrådet var ju inget att hurra över direkt...

faktum är att han inte är särskilt tung... om du inte ens förstår alla ord, hur kan du då avgöra det?

Jag är bäst av alla! Wee!

En fråga, boys, hur många rader skriver ni om dan? Försöker skriva 16 varje kväll innan jag sover själv.

What´s the deal yo..

Ill mcees, cat got ya tongue?

Keep droppin,  (Strictly lyrical pugilism that is.)

If you got some hot bars,

Just drop somethin, an rep ya skillz!

Betta stay low and keep low like you wait til' the heats gone..
A 40 year old C-dworf, gangsta with a keyboard..
I read poetry, man... and this shit even got ME bored!
Delete your 9 users and see if someone else gives good response.
Actin crazy like Kammel when all the weeds gone..
The fact is We hot, he's not.
I put kicks in your mouth like I learned you how to beatbox...
This is whoa, no need for acting american
Fuck USA. Stand in line to shake hands with the president!
I'm greater than God, bitch. Nigga, Bow to me!
It's the best and I'm IT like that dude from the killer clown movie!
Tsun, Kam Fam, burning you alive! Fuck a grave.
Blow your ashes in your mothers face!
It's clear now. Go away now, Leave without a trace.
Go stop a moving train by standing in the way.



/ EYYYYYYYYY

And yes, that's fucking personal.

Ehh... real talk, you NEED to come plenty stronger dude.
No hate, trust me, I´m just stating a fact.

I can see what you´re trying to do with this piece.
But your lines are badly worded,
and pretty laboured-at best.

And your rhymin is quite horrible,
some of your lines didn´t even rhyme!



You´re not really showing any rhyming skills at all,
your verse seems to consist of more or less
random words.
And lines that doesn´t  connect,
or form an actual context.

And this piece really don´t have any punches,
There´s a few attempts,
but due to bad wording or phrasing, (or both, which seems to mostly be the case here...)
ALL your concepts are falling flat.

You really only had 1 line that was decent.
But even that line could have been phrased better,
and thus would have been more on point and harder.

("It's the best and I'm IT like that dude from the killer clown movie!")

See, when you put it like that, you´re confusing people,
are you talking about the movie IT,
or are you talking about the movie "Killer clowns"??



And the fact that THIS line, didn´t rhyme with the one that followed it, didn´t help none..






You get a T for nice try. (you´re not on my decent mcee list)

But keep doin you, and you will most likely elevate.
Stay up.
 

haha, go fuck yourself.
you suck man, that thing was written off the top.
du sitter i 3 timmar och får ihop en text som inte enns kan mäta sig.
sluta leka gud. logga ut bara.

Your moms was tight last time I checked.

vad sa du stukad? till mig?

Nej, till bazookajoe, läs titeln på hans tråd.

KamFam Niggruh

KamFam4life!

The Ships on my Horizon
I’ve neglect to reject my intellect in this context
I tried to stay strong but I’m on the road to nowhere
and no one ever goes here because it is forgotten
Tombstones and shadows is the only thing that rot here

And I’m recent full for the fact that you are holding me back
and the ice in my veins is the only thing in tact
Because I have never shown myself to the world beyond me
they always tried to wrong me and they always tried to stop me

And the ships on my horizon are escaping by the minute
And I’m waiting for the picture to unfold that I’m a winner
and I’ve tried so very hard to keep my thoughts beneath the stars
But I’m not healing any scars and I’ve forgotten where we are

My destination is affected of the road that you chose
And my vision is restricted by the things I go trough
I’ve cynical views of the life that I chose
Because I try to hold on to everything that I loose

My blacked winged Angel (Poetry)

I wasn’t expecting to see a reflection of me
Inside the eyes of the girl who is sitting next to me
She is scared and fragile, but the façade is rock solid
She has suffered pain but something good came from it

She is strong; she is united but internally divided
A lingering angel whose broken wings she is hiding
She is sitting alone; she can’t see me next to her
Oh, how I want to hold her, I want to give myself to her

She resembles me, yet she is by far stronger than I will ever be
But I want to hold her, protect her when she is sleeping next to me
Her smile can melt the ice in my veins; ease the root of my pain
She can lift me up so I would scream her name on the roof in the rain

My blacked winged angel took me by surprise, reminding me of me
Carried me away, came to me like a blinding light to see
But how can I help her fly? How can I make her see
That the world would is beneath her if she only believed

So I am holding my breath and choosing my steps
Because if she left my side I would be losing myself
I didn’t meant for this to happen, I wasn’t hoping for this
Yet now time stands still and I’m clenching my fist

I need her to see beneath me to realize that what I say is true
I will mend your broken wings, if you let me, that is up to you

Rainmaker! What´s  good fam?

I read your piece.

And the first thing I´ve noticed,
was that this really isn´t a verse, but a poem.
And that´s not what this thread is about.

A decent poem, some words had been malplaced/ used inaccurately, or put in the wrong context..

And you seem to have a pretty good vocab.
You just need to get more acquainted with the words
and their definitions.
That will help you a lot when you write,
and enable you to really ilustrate and put into words,
what you are trying to say.

Being that this wasn´t a verse per se,
I can´t put ya on the list.
But decent drop dun!
Stay up!
 

Keep droppin!
 
Come out yer rhyme books for this one!

what, ya´ll ran outta verse?

Come whiddit!