Yer i av bruv :), der on ma bois pc bt he's in Iraq atm init lol! Ill drop a 64 on a riddim at some point n send it you fam!

stay bless

Im filled with adrenaline, pumping rhymes from my mind
Contemplate if u will but i'll still bench all these lines,
Inside ima mobster, a monster at the least,
Stacking cash, hungry, its ya bars this beast eats,
Sleep with one eye open, thts th rule on th street,
Schooling mans claiming greatness, im th tool n the heat,
In a lyrical sense im fortunate to own each track tht i lay,
So attack n get physical n u wont again see th light of day,
I play like im mental, my disorders got me slipping,
But the metal in my palm charms me n will never leave me tripping,
Im gripping on necks for cheques, who said tht im ripping,
I will never tear a man instead i hammer em n chisel,
Facades of fakers drop when i take a shots at those clowns
Disembodied voices tell me empty chambers n do it now,
Spitting rounds like Rocky if he owned a mic when he fights,
U dont recollect the sound pounding but leave th stage in a fright,
Im too tight, wound up, verses grace a page n leave my mark,
Kinda like bruises on ya skin only i penetrate hearts,
Ricochet spark, bounce back from outta the dark,
Park fists within ur chests, til stomachs churn n fall apart,
Ima villainous killer, iller than Pac, Big, Dre n 50 combined,
Im Stiller than Ben but a spine chiller when i ride, i shine,
Vibe glowing brighter than the sun high in summer skies
Get to know me, im spinning rhymes to end lives deny my time n ur blind!

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

i swear everytime i read this girls lines
it makes so much sense it sends shivers down my spine
n i keep on finkin is she butterz is she fine?
i guess ill never no so da riddim i should ride
spit deep rhyme but try to keep in mind
dat ignorance is bliss n wankin makes you blind
i like crackin jokes bt im not guna lie
smokin weed plays wid ure head n i do all the time
bt it dnt stop me from spitin to dis grime
dreamin of avin albums or havin a clothesline
i make these barz devine cause today im guna shine
My lyrics i design to make them top notch
cancellin out mc's from the the bottom to the top
I make money easy but dats sumit u shudnt watch
im writin these barz wid ma bois as i cotch

aww vxd ive gotta shoot, i wanted to finish dat off 2day 2!

hol tite you lot

Here is some Barz I wrote for 'Mariah Carey - We belong 2geva instrumental'


Ur writin ur Barz wen u Cotch, and im thinkin of Girls too.
I want a lady thats top Notch, with a choong Hairdoo.
Want one thats makin me Bare Food, makin me Happy, i gotta be Careful.
Cos im a Badman, and i dnt wanna scare you.
Got a big Ting and I dnt wanna Tear you.
Girl with me ur never be Tearful, but if we fite, im expectin an Earful
Dnt wanna weasel, u gotta be tuff, stand ur ground and fite back.
still u gotta be buff, so i cnt get enough.
Gotta be shaven never have fluff on ur muff or im heavin,
Girl wen we fuck im controllin my breathin, better give head or im leavin.



Edited 4 times. Last edit at 07/04/08 03:55PM by MCK.

see da fing about ma girl is she finks shes bein slick,
im tryin watch a movie but she's suckin on my .....
i dnt link da butterz gal cause she'll make me .....
i like a girl wid brains not sum sket dats rely .....
She gota be Tick n av a nice round bumper
take off ma boxers t shirt n jumper
pound her pussy like i was thumper
lash her gash get her wet then dump her
im not really dat relationship guy im a gambler
im allergic to jonnys so im a bare back rider
could be father so i better had hide or
ill have a yatty at my door at 4 in the morn
givin it the guilt trip wantin my support
im sorry gal but this ting you must abort
were kids havin kids n we dnt obey the law
my yout will be a mini me movin all dis snort
abortion ent the right ting but its last resort
before i gather my belongings n grab my passport
head for the border bt its not what you fort
im jus goin to Barbados for a year or 4

true blud man yur swagish

Ite then Fam y dnt you spray a few barz!

My grand design is to boost this life of mine,
up thru the rafters, white wifey gotta write these rhymes,
Quite refined, spit em til they reach a time,
Where i deserve to be th best not step th next behind,
If u trip i rewind, flex n rep wi death in mind,
Youse common gansters, trecking for a track to tease,
Appeasing people while i wreck stacks wiv ease,
n quietly...U aint gotta hear my speach,
I preach pure ill n to those only who i wish to speak,
Im quick t teach, flawless, im a prodigy,
In this field so whos th feen thts stopping me?
..No-one,
Thats wht u call a relentless fact,
resounding in ya minds like if echos attacked,
Stuck to you, glued, like an everlasting idol,
Reform ya ways to Ray or get merked by rivals

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*



Edited 1 times. Last edit at 07/08/08 09:03AM by Radikulus.

my flow is shit
bruv just go home and nit
cum 2 ma door ull get bit
just shut ya mout nd sit



kool ppl poiters plz :)

werewlof water it down instrumental


clik bak my gat n let it spray
lick off ur hed by 2 gone astray
shut u that trap wen it mumbles shit
ansul im on som humble shit
rumble shit
wen i swing that fist man crumble qwik
like jungalists im sik in this
mc like to watch me rippin shit
get smoked like spliffs
wen im grippin sticks
dis[ose that snitch
wen i let one rip
throo a chamber of a colt 45 n shit
tear froo flesh ur chest left stitched
popo found man layin ina ditch
in cheetham hill u cant stay if ur rich


listen 2 da instrumentl shuld fit in perfect eney 1 else got barzzz 2 go with it ?