okay fools, with your text book rules thinking rapping only belongs in a box This roses are red, violets are Blue, Love Me Do, Love Me Not sux cox... See, you need a new style, shiiit.... you could learn something from 8mile, see... walk the other side, surf the other tide, fly so high the words travel the skies...and feel the beat. Now I'd like to address this so called mess everyone says my Blazers are in, sayin' were young and thin, not gonna win, just a buncha babies in the crib....and.. I ain't buyin' that shit. cause see, i've moved around, i've traveled much ground, same skill set but humble and bound. Sometimes it works sometimes it don't, but for most, change is dope. So just cause your flash pan in history shows a glimpse of frivalry, one must understand man can adapt to a change of plan. Don't be so quick to judge, give these guys a chance to run and gun. Their young, could be fun and Olshey ain't dumb. The roster isnt a box of rocks tossed on the court for some lotto stock. Allen would never settle for a quitter, a half court shitter, so its time you turn that negativity around, enough with the damn frown. QUIT BEING SO BITTER! Dame thrives as the underdog. He has fight that will carry them on. I predict these guys leanr quick and before you know it, win win win!!!!
To the young man flappin his trap Hopin’ soon you realize where it’s at And glad the SC2 site got into this act Cowboy poetry and rappin be the same Except the rappin beat is less tame To think otherwise is just lame. First the black rappers imitated the white cowboys Now you say white rappers are pretending to be black choirboys The truth is, all of us black and white boys are just trying to be girl toys.
Steps in and snatches the mic When I step on the court I'm the go to guy And if you didn't know Imma show you why I spin like Michael Jackson when I blow right by After I take two steps then you know who flies Over your center and your power forward posterized Is how they end up, bent up, slow to rise. No two guys can stop me. 4 or 5 with hopeful eyes Watch me it's no surprise. I'm s'posed to sky over the competition. Hittin' J after J and I'm not missin'. On fire you know that I got ignition. Unconscious ain't no helpin' my condition. Ain't no stoppin' this when, I'm comin' through the lane cause my crossovers breakin' down the opposition And when I'm not scoring I'm assistin' No look alley oops when I be dishin' Pass it to me at the top of the key Even if you played D I'll be poppin' a 3 You hack me and the act it's not shockin' to see It's a 4 point play cause I'm droppin' what's Free. Drops Mic...
Most of these wack rhymes bring a new meaning to the term Flow Offense. I was waiting for the Rappin' Referee to chime in, and I wasn't disappointed but the rest of you guys...
And i was just going to complain about white guys only rhyming the last word of a line and having no flow.
I know you want it bad man but begging isn't gonna get me home faster. BUT WHEN I GET BACK I'll get in Dat booth and drop Sorry For The Wait: Bonesez' Blazer Edition
I wrote this just now so I could join the rapper beat. There was a young rapper named Williams Who wrote a song that made him millions. His rhythm would shake Irish stew he did bake Actually he came from Italians.
Hickory dickory dock, Oden pulled out his cock. It brought him some fame Kingspeed came Into the end of a sock.
Maaags wife has got it goin on She's all I want, and ive waited for so long. Hcp cant you see? Youre just not the girl for me. I know you wear a thong but im in love with mags daughters mom
