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Competition Entry by Rick James (Member)

Submitted: May 12, 2007

Theres an imposter in the game and its plain to me. Its the kind of thing that even a blind man could see, the way he rhymes is simply tragic, when i rhyme its with style, its almost magic. im sick of all the phony gs who decide they got better delivery than me, im the greatest and thats for all of you to see. they use a phat backbeat as a device to hide their flaws, they dont rap they like cats claws, on a blackboard back in school, teacher saying my delivery aint cool, saying im always going to be a fool, never going to make it in this biz, so i go on the streets, package of crack-age in da pack on my back, i ride thru the hood and homie its all good, till the shots ring off and i step on the accelerator, chased by older niggas who want what i got and not got a lot, shots ringing past my ear, almost too loud for a young nigga to hear, they guns run out and they start to shout
"Yo ass is dead, next time you be seen, we gotsta hammer in yo head.. Danny G" Woah now hang on there that aint my name, i climbed to the top of the tower, wheres my fame? my face should be seen as the one, the only,no mistaken identities made me think life in this world aint free, cos im not the only one u see... Theres an imposter in the game and its plain to me.


Competition Entry by PrincessNellNel (Member)

Submitted: May 11, 2007

I am no Impostor, to this rap game when I get my shine on
I can do anything that I put my mind on
buried deep in this game and I'm only 12 going strong
Now that I've Decided to do ain't no way I can go wrong
Lyrical Accelerator but I will keep it simple now how tragic is that
My Delivery is so deep you better guard and watch your back
A Package so strong you think I dropped a bomb on ya mind
Dj playing me on the hot line
Nell nell coming through can I get mine
My Description handed in I'm on the dance floor
Gotcha shaking y'all heads with the crunk flow
I'm a Tower of deliverance with the mic kids understand
I do better than any boy or any man can
I'll hit with the Hammer but I'm not done yet
Look at me (ha ha ha) I ain't finished yet
My Device is not a weapon but a skill y'all
Toss up throw it down it's your call
It's kinda tragic that I won't lose
Place a kid in where in your articles
Front page headline that's right
Have ya whole hood played and hyped out.

Hip lives on in every word I spit
It's ain't my fault other cat's handle it
I get deep and I'm sick with it
It makes you wonder stop and think how did she hit
I'm just a kid with a heavy mind
Too much to say when I'm given my me time
You might not like it I do so do I really care
It's what I do when given a little air
On the radio bet it up I need the hot line
Nell Nell young cat hip hop's newest life line


Competition Entry by Baby_Gurl (Member)

Submitted: May 8, 2007

This one here goes out to all those bitches out thurr... u think u hot but u not, i got the top spot, and it ain't gonna stop. And in case u don't no just who i am, i'm the shawty rollin round ur hood in my pimped out Grand Am. Step on the accelerator, u no i'm lookin so fly, so high, and ima let u decide... If you wanna mess wit me bitch u no u gonna die. I come on strong like a hammer i got my handy device, it's gonna slice, cut, and dice. U think this is harsh well, i ain't here to be nice. Everyone no u an imposter, they no that i'm the whole package. When u don't come home they no it had to be tragic. Not. Bitch they don't even care, cuz u no if they did then they wouldhave been there. I admire ur bravery but i told u not to mess wit me. Now ima make a delivery of u to the grave, that's what's u getwhenu try to be brave. Bitch ima stand over u tall as the CN Tower and ima look down at u cuz u no i got the power.


Competition Entry by QUEEN BEE (Guest)

Submitted: May 8, 2007

my fingertips are rugged an raw from grandma's hard labour.pluckin harshstrings of hardcore star gazers,my fast pace makes bloodpart te chart vapours,disregard neighbours as i plant over fast acres.dark sting when i fling text te sharp paper real an dislarge but dream scapes are far greater.watch at risk as my bloodstems in 1 hour my power will tower amongst men.a female emcee with 1 pen.im my own hater i ring my own bells my own traitor my accelerator cant excell on expelled dead cells.my mindframe will decide wheather te provide peroxide for my brain,im no bimbo my lingo will never be caught in limbo.if it came to it an i was walking on thin ice i'd gotta think twice an sackrifice my device.a slight glimmer i dont trust'er i try te look but it gets dimmer im a imposter in my own mirror.as roam in my own zone trowin from the trone,description unknown,my delivery is exquisitlly on cue.coz i rhyme te dime tru.im a cabbage its nestalgic but at the same time its savage,im an addict 4 my own tragic package.when im slammin this hammer my grammers glammerous glammour till gravity grabs me gradually.


Competition Entry by Tall-order (Member)

Submitted: May 7, 2007

I gotta avoid the subside like a ship with the tide,cuban dried,
you DECIDE if whats left is pride
depressed an deprived like a pesticide advice is,if you endorse my voice,my DEVICE will leave your corpse on ice.man im man of the manor I'll show you real urban-grammer,1 smack of my HAMMER will twist your nut like a spanner.Your bleeding,barely breathing im seething,keeping tabs on the roster,sweeping deepened drabs for IMPOSTER.
dont be a hater my ACCELERATOR keeps the pace like a pacemaker.
My flow is cut with DELIVERY more potent than the military with there artificial artillery,
cause lyrically i got the ethics of alphabetics alphabetically sewn,but jealousy brings critical critics thats cynically typical hypotetically shown.Its savage my PACKAGE its TRAGIC,me magic il'leave you static like magnetic akrobathics,telepathic formathics arridically arrathic.My graphical mathematics make gadjets for addicts,i aint Egyptian but if you want my DESRIPTION you'll have to enlist to decrypt the encyption.cause tall-order is a TOWER cast,casting power from his hour glass.............


Competition Entry by SamVito (Member)

Submitted: May 5, 2007

MY RAP FLOW IS LIKE A RICH PACKAGE,

NIGGAS KNOW IM A PIMPED OUT SALVAGE,

BOUT 2 GET 2 THOSE CARROTS AND CABBAGE,

A CHROMED OUT MKR LINCOLN IS MY DESCRIPTION,

HATERS ALWAYS BE SNITCHIN AND BITCHIN ABOUT ME,

CAUSE I BE ON TIME ON MY GRINDING DELIVERY,

TAKE MY ADVICE FIENS IS LIKE A DEVICE,

MY DOLLARS TALL LIKE UNCLE BENS RICE,

NOT DA BOX MULTIPLY EACH RICE TWICE,

I POP DA LOBSTER WHO WAS DA IMPOSTER,

THEN COMES DA ARMY OF COOKIE MONSTERS,

TRYING TO BRING DOWN MY TALL TWIN TOWERS,

CAUSE I GOT DA MONEY AND THE POWER,

I USE MAGIC TO CAUSE TRAGIC TO MANAGE MY DOE,

TRANSPORTING SNOW, GRASS, AND CASH ON SPEED BOATS,

IM A HARD GAMBERLER LIKE A RUSSIAN ROULETTE HAMMER,

IF YOU WANT TO SOAR YOU GOTTA TRUST THE LORD,

TO BECOME A TURBO TWIN V-12 ENGINE ACCELERATOR,

LIKE FROM RAGS TO RICHES NOT FROM RICHES TO POOR,

I BLAST MY WAY THRU THIS MONTHS RAP CONTEST DOOR,




Competition Entry by Don-The-Mike (Member)

Submitted: May 4, 2007

If i ever hit a bammer ima hammer it in/scramble and then/come back, to gamble in sin/im compact, but as wide as ive been/ id probly come back wit a knife to slice someone then/dice um and send it all speedy delivery/ you need me cuz miserys been killin these kids you see/ im, willin to make a deal to decide how to keep from gettin killed and survive but not before i/got shot by the guy somthin tragic/im just teasin you cant have it it sucks/so just package it up/im not breakin or backin it up/accelerator strapped to my gut/i tell a hater he'll git slapped wit a nut/ laughin it up!/ like dont be a dick, and stop the addiction/ what? u need a description!?/but its hella weird when non sellin queers sit in their tower/i spit in the shower fo practice you lack this you should git smacked bitch/ your an imposter/ look at the cost/ jerk ima be mad if you gitta floss first/ ill spit rocks to bruise and beat you down/ and still be unfound/ so discrete in some town/ when i got you layin down in the concrete at cho mom's feet shit ...i dont even need this...


Competition Entry by chuccles07 (Member)

Submitted: May 3, 2007

im known as an imposter/a tragic delivery in your city/an unwanted package/a bitch like me stay savage/you snitch we'll blow you down like the twin towers/5-0 cant catch me/i stay on the accelorator/a device under my seat/4 5 my favorite hammer/cops cant catch me on the radar/ dont fuck wit me i could decide on the last place you'll b/theres no description when it comes to me youll jus have to watch n see


Competition Entry by WIPE_ME_DOWN (Member)

Submitted: May 3, 2007

SEE ME IM THE MAN YOUR AN IMPOSTER FUCKIN WIT ME TECHS PICK U UP LIKE A DRAFT ROSTER U DECIDE WHERE U WANT IT DONE IN THE STREET YO HOUSE NO SNITCHIN CAUSE ITS NO TEETH IN YO MOUTH SWEET ASS NIGGA ILL HAVE YO FUNERAL CATERED GRINDIN LIKE SKATERS WHEN ITS COP TROUBLE IM IN THE CAR SMASHIN ON THE ACCELERATOR COME TO YO CRIB LIKE SPECIAL DELIVERY TALKIN LIKE U TOUGH YOULL END UP IN A RIVER B FOLDED UP LIKE A PACKAGE I PUT IT ON THE SIX NIGGA AND I STACK IT NAIL IT UP LIKE A HAMMER U KNOW WHAT IT IS DEVICE IN MY POCKET WHERE THE FUCK IS YO KIDS THEY LYING IN THE WOODS DISSAPEARING LIKE MAGIC U GAVE ME LIP SO I GAVE U TRAGIC HAVE U IN THE JUNGLE FOR HOURS MEET ME IN THE CLUB ITS GOIN DOWN LIKE THE TOWERS


Competition Entry by AngryExcon (Member)

Submitted: April 30, 2007

Reach for the sky it's Excon the masked bandit/Stealing the show because yall styles stay tragic/ When I cock the hammer you better hand me the package/Pistol-whoop any imposter until I'm caught red-handed/ I keep the accelerator down when I ride dirty/5-0 can't catch up when I'm doing one thirty/My delivery should show I'm no beginner/Yall are just crumbs while I'm the bread winner/Not one word can do justice for my description/With a doctorate in English I could fill your flow prescription/Until my time comes I'll live every 60 minutes like my last hour/When face with obstacles I get big like Sears Tower/But for now I'll sit back and let the voting decide/If I don't like the poll then I'll tamper with the device.


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Words and Closing Date

Words

fireworks, guitar, ink, messenger, spade, boxing, midget, ostrich, hamburger, gorilla

Closing Date

March 9, 2014

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