View Contest 34
Competition Entry by Full Clip
Submitted: February 11, 2008
Professional political boxer, welcomes the stranger
as the politico marches.
CIA mechanics toting tool boxes,
A sentry's last exhale at the point of access.
Industry suffers from emissions and profits
A legacy president gives deliberate tongue lashings.
A new world order with a terrorist axis.
Washington lobbyist require a bargain.
A stranger presents a legitimate target.
Coincidential assassination, political re-alignment,
Re-organization...No time for the U.N. correspondence.
Competition Entry by Gregory Allen
Submitted: February 8, 2008
Meaningful thoughts scribbled on this pad as I tap into my mental tool-box for rhymes to grab. Exhale black from from the tip of my tongue as I think about negative political pun. Drop the guns! Deliberate on peace! stop the fight like a boxer thats had enough retreat the middle east. require impeachment of the professional beast who promotes an industry of danger to the Iraqi stranger Stop bush please.
Competition Entry by HuStLa Boi
Submitted: February 8, 2008
hark hark u sed u professional
luk at yo baby gurl, she stressed u kno?
hangin balls in yo short lil boxer
oh no faggots are here u betta lock yer
runnin into a partay dey callin u stranger
betta move befo dey call up tha ranger
come on man, fo real is u deliberate?
pass on tha word, go on deliver it
u got trouble wit tha tongue
u need help so jus cough out yo lungs
betta breath it hard, come on man, EXHALE!!!
or else dey gon shoot yo ass up straight to hell
searchin thru yo dirtyass shit tool-box
all dey gon find is shit like in yo shoe box
attention is all u require?
yea das wat erbody need n desire
dun u kno its dangerous out in tha industry?
das tha same question dey keep askin me
cops say dey gon protect tha political
fuck dat homeboi dey jus protect dey own shittical ...
Competition Entry by Rhipz
Submitted: February 8, 2008
This is dedicated to...
I ain't gon' be held responsible for your perspectives and shit,
What the fuck you starin' at punk?
Man I got somethin' to spit, damned mic is filthy, check check,
Ladies and gentlemen...Shit what am I sayin'?
I want y'all to just shut up and tilt ya head to this, hey yo,
I now what time it is when they'd be sayin' that,
I've been blessed with a dirty childhood at vegeance I'm commited to,
But it's a debt of six feet my run ain't forfeited to,
I'd be considered to, abusin' rap that I'm givin' you,
If offsprings bleach hair, dressed plastic, bloomin' fringes too,
Din't cast impressions to be sniffed off my chopped in and screweds,
Else I'd shook up flossin' haters to be grasped to they hinges,
When they be chin checkin' my moves, eyein' me stride by the distance,
I live a dream of head in the sky to trample yappin' black midgets,
And slit 'apples out them sick fucks and stranglin' rap critics,
Beefin' at my issues I'm stirrin' up to straight snap this minute,
To slap dubs on they map and buckin' a strap to finish,
Meltin' pot of chronic buzzin' kinks where's MC Cat A-List?
Peeps be flippin' over EPs ASAP for this,
I'd dip like an Aftermathmatician-turn-Protagonist,
Spittin' fire to get quoted and rock heads forth and back for this,
I'm done sneaks coated to beat charges, Too tack on this,
Hey yo first things first do them what's been gettin' you,
Put down a verse, they be puttin' you off and sweatin' you,
Same hollerin' the shit ain't you, But ya continue,
Until you be sealin' they lips, Pinin' them tongues,
Puffin' them awe when you pumpin' it raw, when you toppin' it off.
Fresh out the label, thats for what they be droppin' they jaws over.
Back the fuck off, Don't inherit my beef 'cause I'm hell aroused,
Quit strollin' across your limits to tempt me,
There's plenty of heat saggin' these denims of clips to empty,
Take that as an introduction fool, Got a nerve to get me?
Livin' on guns and survivin' on skills,
When the city so stacked in, Ridin' with a license to kill,
So if you see me around don't get a hope on this,
Just get down on your knees and get a load this, [Gunshot]
Rushin' the club. . .[Shit this ain't it],
I'm livin' a dream caught up in struggles I've never thought of,
Watched underdogs evicted to pavements,
Zippin' no 'suits when brought up,
They givin' it a rest underground till the space deserved clots up,
Career you say ? Still buddin' but my feet fails at me nuthin,
I take pride in ignorance, Attentions may rush me,
Ain't no one budgin' me off the streets, Motherfuck don't touch me,
Right when globtrotters gon' nappin' and good gone capped in,
Hobos can't opt to be an inch from rottin' trash bags then,
But I'm bailin' this slum to keep up my family with few crumbs,
I ain't a mentor to this run, But believe in havin' it done,
My life is 'Rabbit Run' for bread, If I could grab it once,
Make up clean to my dues not through grapplin' guns,
I'mma bend and break if I go on haulin' this weight,
If they can't take it back, They better chew it off my blades,
Yeah make them chew it of my blades,
Rearrange me steady off this ache,
Derailed from manhood, It's a disrespect from me,
When livin' up to the tempo there is more to expect from me,
And I'm this close to crumble, There's never no ectasy,
To work so much sweat with failure uptights more excess on me,
Still this close to slip to swallow they stress on me,
Decietful to my dreams still suppressed to be,
But sorry momma for your ill heart to bear bold all emotions,
I ain't returnin' home 'til I can vibe at over coasts-in',
If I'm seen roamin' the streets past curfews tryna make on a killin',
Don't chatter at callibers ain't accidentally grillin',
I'mma pop revenues and thicken up wallet until then,
I'mma swell my feet to the end of the wits I've concealed in,
Competition Entry by artisin
Submitted: February 7, 2008
ayo im on the avenue where they burn from the gunblast/
only way of surviving is learnin to duck fast/
and the back alleys and the yards to run past/
im educated but all my life i cut class/ the way i see it i just went to school in the street/
cause a school cant teach you bout the rule of the heats/
wanna rap i could to you bout the rule of a beat/ no matter how you on it you just gotta do it unique/ yeah,
it's powerful rap the power of time/
keeps a nigga on point give him powerful mind/
cops wanna lock me down just to shit on my pride/
like its illegal for to sit in my ride/
and this is the reason why/
i be spitting these rhymes/
cause some how i gotta releive all this tension inside
glimpse at the sky/
was i really sent hear to die/ and if not
i hope god will send me a sign/
cause if i died now homie i'd be living a lie/
cause my goal is to be one of the illest alive/
and these trees that im hittin, it be gettin me fried/
got me looking at the world through some different eyes
them pigs they sit and they spy/
live a disguise try to analyze life through a criminals mind/
one minute you think that your nigga is a friend and you fine/
the next minute this nigga is gettin you sentenced to five/
Competition Entry by SamVito
Submitted: February 5, 2008
Filthy rich like Oscar Mayer,
Lyrics on fire to REQUIRE to retire,
As an advance live wires,
TOOLBOX loaded with hammers and pliers,
With the keys in the knight rider,
Stack more paper dress more flyer,
Supplying to POLITICAL buyers,
Snakes in my empire is liars,
Rap INDUSTRY needs a ghostwriter hire,
The next Akuma street fighter,
DELIBERATE this style as a sparking lighter,
Certain rappers I do admire,
Perfect STRANGER on BOXER fire,
I just flow real tighter,
Haters want to EXHALE the shells,
See me go to prison or jail,
Cause Iím spitting out PROFESSIONAL spells,
Same TONGUE different intel,
Smart as a dell not for sell,
Got this monthís contest nailed
Competition Entry by $piTter_MagZ
Submitted: February 1, 2008
this freestyle aint made from no PROFESSIONAL/ its from me an ordinary teen/ so jus let me be occasional/ do not make me feel so fuckin obsessional/ you fuckas can't even see how ma lyfe is jus may be/ in our world we gotta train to be a BOXER/ in our world we gotta learn tha harder ways in life jus to get through wit lil punks who jump us n shit/n oh how i think of ma friend you noe ma gurl n how we fuckin lost her/ from bein beatin up n shit/ shit/ she got hit/ i hate seein how people teased n fuckin beat tha shit outta this girl everytyme that they boxed her, er'day in each fuckin way how a guy jus mocks her/ clocks her/ backs her down on the ground/ thats how it used to be/ in tha old underground/ wes jus bound/ in our old ways this shit to me is like danger/ Lansdowne block people from "coffee shop" come to me to ask around tha block but i dun even answer cuz to me they jus a STRANGER/ im no guy or no girl, im jus tryna live ma lyfe in this world/i dun take no shit from people specially no fuckin DELIBERATE insult/ to me i cant even count shit or even spit but this is so nawt a simple rate/ we can't even imagine tha dangers or amount to it/ hurry up oh tha fuckin pain looks we gotta sedate/ a dream we can create/ shit we can amount ourselves to take jus for our sake/i guess ima learn shit a lil late/ from bein takin in as bait/ ma TONGUE tastes food like er'body else tha only thin' different bout me is that im jus a teen who's brain mentally's still so young/ is that so damn wrong/ i EXHALE for er'tyme ma friendz Jay and Chris goes ta jail and then wait till they bail/ they hoodz is called Rexdale im alwayz there er'tyme that they unsucceededly fail/ we got boys wit tha big toyz in they TOOL-BOX/ thats why we all here for when tha beat knocks/ they should be tellin us rules and whatnot bout how the so called toy rule makes a fool- talks/ help is what us teens with learning shits REQUIRE/ its sumthin we all need to succeed its like a want a desire/ this is not how tha industry may be/ specially livin in this country/ ill tell yall shit but shits for real/ rap is what we all feel/ this aint no ghetto it aint no meadow im jus tryna tell how it is here in Toronto a.k.a TdoT back on tha other side of bars and buildins near tha train tracks/ we jus hear shit sirens n then silence down on the street places wit hall cracks/ so ima shut up right now n at least take a bow/im not bein all cocky jus so i can win as if im like playin a game of hockey so peace yall/ its nuttin POLITICAL/ its jus a world thats so critical/ im jus tryna tell tha damage from people turnin this world into shit thats too fictional is all we can call/ im ready here to take tha fall/ if yall dun pick me at all. You make tha call.
Competition Entry by Young Holly
Submitted: January 31, 2008
So they think all we want to be is a professional boxer, basketball, and baseball player/ just to get out the ghetto/ niggas smoking weed drinking liquor donít wanna get outta bed tho/ got a bitch (ha, yeah thas what they call her)on her knees given head tho/ bet on the TV screen/ but aint no nigga tryna get tested for the HIV/free clinics aint no stranger to the hood/then you got the nation of Islam tryna get political/ wave yall little signs vote for OBAMA/either way win or lose its still drama/baby mommas all around the world done seen waiting to exhale/ so a female gonna exhale all that anger on a nigga when she donít get them child support payments/the word ďniggaĒ rolls the off tongue like running water from a faucet/ Nigger donít mean NIGGA is what we say, when we say it, its not deliberate/ but you have to wonder when they say it whatís the meaning?/ pull out your intelligence from your tool-box, Now!/we getting clowned on the other side/ while they live good but we dieÖin the streets/ to get a hood pass that donít come easy/ ayo bitch, ayo hoe, they laugh/ rap artists in the industry making money off the sex and its explicit/watch it visually sexual eruption in the sheets/but yet he saying donít get mad at me/sheets greasy from dax/hold up he might be gay if he too Happy hitting from the back, he too attached/ this is just a list of my discrepancies with society it doesnít require a response sit back and let this travel through the tunnel of ya brains thoughts
Competition Entry by eternalprince
Submitted: January 27, 2008
1st off, callin my name TWITCH is something you should never do/
So now all my fuck him's have turned in to fuck you's//
Reach in my TOOLBOX and take out the titanium TOUNGE/
Then spit hot rocks at ya snot box till the TWITCHin is done//
Now you layin on the ground, you not doin too well/
STRANGERs pushin on ya chest, inhale, EXHALE/
Need to get him to I.C.U. for the attention he REQUIRE/
TWITCH I'm a PROFESSIONAL dragon, I spit nothin but fire//
Aint worried bout the polls, aint no POLITICAL hoe/
Beat you like you a 1 armed BOXER with a jab that's slow//
The INDUSTRY's about 2 feel the effects of 1 who just dont give a shit/
And never appologizin, fuck you is 2 DELIBERATE//
Keep my name out ya mouth and I'll move on without you/
You like J-Lo's ass, still there but no 1 cares about you//