whassup Rad I been gone for a while
shut up in the lab writin songs for a while
but onboard now, and all haterz gone pay
better tell these other rappers be careful what they say
you know my stilo, and my m/o I dont play
no games, to hell with these lames
I'm hotter than fire, read my bars, they spell FLAMES
So intelligent I drive wiseguys insame
With guns big enough to turn toughguys to stains
It's that plain, pop shit and get off'd
The 45 will sneeze, and the shotgun'll cough
haha, my guns sick, yea bitch umma boss
I'll jack you for whatever, I aint gotta pay the cost


haha, I'm back guys, just droppin a few generic bars, freestylin, you know me.

Whassup Krakk ive been holding the fort,
Had a few players step but i held the fort,
Still the truest to spit the chaos caused is unimmaginable,
I hammer fools, iller, rock dese bars too radical,
Clavicals snap, make dust of dudes mandibles,
With jawlines removed how they boast bars manical,
These sets of fools, stupid, im more than tough,
Rip ears from faces n turn em into handcuffs
Slip gears in races, while im burning the pace,
Hypnotic flows hyped, get learning the race,
I grace these pages, gotta check this face,
Get to know me, Im ice, while Krakk bringing the flames.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

How big is Busta Rhymes ft Linkin Parks new track!!?
Seriously, loving tht en

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

Ive come so far in these few years,
Had my fair share of fights n a few tears,
Broke down barriers n battled with the best,
Brewed up shit n cussed til ive been breathless,
Been restless, so always stacking,
Too reckless, but shit happens,
Alotta th time ive stuck to spitting but advice is my curse,
Tht rebellious chick who puts other people first,
I aint no wannabe, trust, im just u up a beat,
Anybody can be it but now, im ahead of streets,
Keep with th slang talk roll with the crew,
Ride on the low tryna progress what i do,
But somehow, most have got a grudge against me,
Im real, so they hating n they judging me,
I kno who my fam are, kno who my friends be,
So when others throw words i hit em with an mc,
Lyrically, theres no boundaries, ye i kno that,
Litterally it astounds me, coz could i show that?
I dno but before i leave earth ill find out,
Spit it from the hearse so im heard when times out,
Push on into a new land, no1 holding my hand,
Keep on makin new plans, step n get slewed man,
Creating a dream putting my name on the map,
Radikulus is goin nowhere, take tht as fact!

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

nice t see ur back btw Krakk, u kl? hows th writing been going?

Welcome to my page hahaha :P
x


*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

**OLD** just transfering drops i like on ere.

If i could,
spit a little remorse in these rhymes,
recall my crimes n try provide eyes to the blind,
maybe,
id succeed in this business,
but lies aint wht i, set out to tell so these lines r my witness,
n i'll,
shift this state of mind to the streets,
pace myself, flawless, i stay quick on my feet,
Sick on a beat, lawless, im slick on my creep,
prick of the deep, she who's demonic yet sweet,
See nobodys in a position to debate this don,
Whos gracing all with a presence unseen before,
So think fast,
Coz this girls plans are murderous,
N im here to claim fame so know how i bust
Im fit to rush spryer than a plane i just,
hijacked, n i fly higher with the aim to crush,
So push me over the edge n im known to joust,
If u grew up wi me then its summat u'll know about,
hold ur doubt, fire, i scream n shout,
N just like dogs, i'll put u down,
See im the kinda gal with a, trick up her sleeve,
i aim to please criminals, im out to seige,
And seize this moment n allow peeps to breathe,
for a second before weapons r drawn from the sheath,
before homicides enacted n the streets itself bleed,
before crypts overflow n ur sweat soaks ur sheets,
it seems neat, dont it,
See respect is the key,
Dont like it then fine but, dont hate me,
Coz when u hating on me then i, get shady,
Get crazily waving,
pistols in faces til u apologise gravely,
So rate me, always, i was born to brew storms,
Cursing ur person n leave u deformed
Reborn to brawl when u step, its on
So if its beef tht ur chasing i serve it raw,
Case closed, u want war, i'll devour u easy,
Teeth u breezy coz like ice im freezing,
Leave u in caskets beneath the dirt,
Fuck with me get crucified, my ways the worst,
Played since birth this verse to curse ur brain,
Maliciously intending to recreate the game,
So recognise the name set to detonise the youth,
Spit no truth but to engage n rage at u,
Cruising thru from the west to break the scene
Recklessly staking feens who chase the dream,
N raking teams who neglect to see,
the talent emerging from this fucking rap queen.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

**OLD- FULL TRACK**

Download- Bout It, Instrumentals. (its the tune from Step Up 1 end dance routine)

RADIKULUS.D- TEARING IT UP

Clap ur hands,
Just Clap ur hands,
Come Clap ur hands,
Its the R.A.D spectacular! U wouldnt miss it for the world right?!''

Ray D in th house, i spit it slow spit it fast,
Ray D in th house, I push it quick n pull it back,
Ray D on the floor, but what u know about that,
Get u wanting more, so what u know about that, x2

I see, ur eyes, predomiminant-ly staring,
to my surprise, deeking what am wearing,
Its no dis-guise, i can see it inside,
tht th truth is sugar, u be eyeing me up! Thats why i,
Slip by, to th middle of the floor wiv a,
Sick movement, u can find none better than a,
bitch moving, in ways i can,
Will see none better cause the ways i dance,
Got u burning up, no control, so i froze,
Licked my lips, turned away into the middle of the floor n I,
Break it down, break it break it u know how it go,
Ur response is automatic, u wanna watch me roll when i,
Come up on the floor so reckless,
Ya mans be looking on to check this,
But oh no this dance is ony for the pro's so,
Dnt even try t step unless u bounce like yo-yo!

look, look, look, look,

See my state of mind, Im dancing to take the pain out of my life,
Its survival tactics,
Dont wanna be reduced to a no-one,
And in this city so large theres no fun,
N everybody got some kind of vendetta,
So when i dance, i dance! And u will find none better,
Coz thru moves come a flow, N thru the flow a speach,
N tht speach rebels against the flaws of the streets,
So get off me man! let me do, what i do,
Its calling man, just let me do what i do!
Ill ball thru murderous cant stop this girls course,
My body so thunderous cant reckon wi this force,
U cant ignore whats coming, cant decimate my rule,
So if u feel how i feel, put ur hands up too,
N drop to this!
put ur motherfucking hands up n bop to this,
Cant nobody come n put a stop to this,
So hop to this; its time, u came to, bounnnce
Coz wiv Radikulus-D now in th house,
Its time to tell em what this all about
LETS GO!

(Sample of 8)

Radikulus back with the aim to please,
So were gonna party like this an anniversary,
Throw ur hands in the sky, come feel the vibe,
Haters wanna hate so let em stare n just smile,
Nobody gives a fuck what they're thinking,
Ony be fussed about gettin next drinks in,
Coz when Ray comes to play theres no limits on the floor,
So just do what u do n then do it some more,
Fuck going home early, we've locked the doors,
N they rnt gonna open til its way past dawn,
Way past four in th morning, thats early days,
U came to party properly, so u party wiv Ray,
U party today, so come party away,
N fuck what anybody gots to say, this is ur day,
N im doing this just for u,
So if u have some decency, MOVE!
Shake til ur bones break, produce an earthquake,
N tonight make no mistakes, we're TEARING IT UP!!

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

**OLD**

Seems to me the contest has lost its depth,
Riders so venemous no longer willingly step,
Coz theres no intent but death, lest u stay on the bench,
As soon u play the field then u were meant to get sent,
Down to the hard dirty dame world of Rad,
Where ur opponent holds more than u can hope to have,
I seek n grasp any agent disgracing rap,
N rip em wi the force of a thousand caps,
Split em ruthless, til scenes proofless,
Evidence is lost in the dust i produced this, is no joke!
Trust no criminal but ur own, hope,
tht u can come up against opposition, n have ur conquests lined up,
Ur seeking competition but not the kind that im of!
Coz im trapped up in a cage, fucked n in a rage,
Perched upon my throne watchin u about to get played,
Sat creating ways to put a little bread on my plate,
Sticking 38's in ur face til u gip n u faint,
We'll see who has the balls, when you meet this brawny broad,
Line em up, take aim, n remove vocal cords,
Try spit now then u fucking pricks,
I aint waiting coz im bait, trust me now, im SICK!
Always on tricks sittin wi sme big dicks,
Tht will shorten lifespans n have u shitting bricks!
So hold all of ur bruce-lee fighting tactics,
Ur static mix tape's just a waste of plastic,
Im past this!
Show me the fucking booth n place a mic in my hand,
N al explode intending to cripple all of ya mans,
Drugs money, rap money, ye its all in my plans,
Big vision, no religion, i was born to be damned!
Not born of man im a child of Satan
Lucifer, Belial, a female Damien!
N Im moving rappidly, off the mark, top spot, happily,
Expected to unleash a new demon within me.
So its no wonder really why all of these emcees scattered,
As soon as they were served my name upon the platter,
Coz u cannot eat, tax or put my bars to waste,
If u wanna try, i dare u! come put me in my place!


*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

trust me! u all rnt ready! said nah, u all aint ready!
for this,
coz trust,
when i, switch it up,
im about to make u faggots, bite the dust,

So cmon now hear the call wht u waiting for? I thought u was the don!
WHAT
..Oh...ur not?!, WOW,
time to put the word out, tht u boys have been faking reps,
LOOK,
LOOK,
I rnt pretending, i never lie, always try,
I keep my lines sending, thru the sky, way up high,
why,
Coz im..one of a kind, Radi-D's unique,
N trust none of u can even near compete,
So while u players learning,
Ill stay out here earning,
So when ur all confering,
Ill be spitting tracks, brain whirring,
Stirrin up beats like i stirred the streets,
Stepped with the mindstate of G wi heats,
Seeee, ive always been a hustler but not the Cassidy kind,
U dont need to ask about me when my status shines,
& fools i run wiv violent n wiv a taste for crimes,
So speak ya mind properly, coz im out for mine,
Chasing pounds not dimes, i aint talking for cheap
I aint letting my mouth run freely, my bars r deep,
I Stay for young peeps battling, i keep it real,
So fuck ur life's talk! coz ony Rad got appeal!

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

**OLD- MY VERY FIRST DROP ON THIS SITE. AIMED AT FRISK AKA SKIP, BUT NOT A CLASH**

Yo,
Im lyrically fit bust; I got mad intentions,
crazy lines that crush; each rhymes an invention,
original, phenomenal, my name i neednt mention,
Ill etch it in ur skin wit a sharpened pencil,
See im th bitch yall didnt no existed,
imagine the best lyricist timesd by 50,
coz im nifty on a mic,
always shifting in a fight,
Ima never front wht i do coz i refuse to lie,
so dont get it twisted best keep ur mouths closed,
or be ready to joust n bounce against those,
who throw blows from here down to the south coast,
and leave u either deceased or comotose,
See u got lines, but i got more,
Wind me up n let me loose coz my words engorge,
I spit ruthlessly n swing for jaws,
Im truthfully pouncing wi lyrics like claws,
So Radikulus is worthy,
Radikulus wanna play,
Radikulus gon' fuck u up,
Im gon' deform n slay,
Radikulus is always down,
Rads always got a tag,
Ima push n brawl,
n beat u all,
Rads got this in the bag.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*



Edited 1 times. Last edit at 06/01/08 05:16PM by Radikulus.