**best punchlines and lyrics in 2008**

^For what it's worth, I been wanting to throw down a few keystyles with you for a minute nh.... it's way more fun than it seems...

I dont mean to thread jack.....but Rilla got me wantin to keystyle lol

N' we dont stop, see that we wont stop
Cuz pockets wit low guap, is better than no guap
Recordin is cool, I need the money that shows got
Perfected my flow, got out the wrinkles like Botox...
Homie I blow knots, yall spend singles
I married my money, that B dont even mingle
She nasty like ringworm, but I stay in her cho-cha
Im ahead of these N's, you must got on a slow watch
Ya wife's in a toga......naw she just wrapped up in my sheets
So its kinda how I get when Im rappin in this ink
The crime is murder, the victim is this beat
Soo its only right I should be in the back of a Caprice.....
And to top it off, we keep it rockin dog
Red means go, so we aint stoppin for no octagons
My circle gettin tighter, lookin like a oval
So you best' shapen up for da isshh get poppin off
Ima stand up guy and ya posture wrong
Slouch, roll da grouch and get higher than a opera song
Uh...so if it aint bout money or cream
Then Im like Barry Bonds, dont pitch it to me!

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that verse sucked

i never been a good keystyle artist..lmao

Originally Posted by MarleysProtege

that verse sucked

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!*+ HOLISSH COMMENTS FTW

"I'm over they heads, like a bulimic on a see-saw" .....
















When i first heard that, I was amazed. Nasty NaS

'pulled the whip out, left em lacerated
and when i say necklace, yup decapitated' -killa


'i make the rookie ni---- pay homage,
the b-----s throw they box at me like vonage' -loso



from the 'there is no competition' mixtape, verse of the year goes to: FRECK BILLIONAIRE

'Im gettin money heres my explanation
The Lambo is Milked out No expiration
and i aint ask for an estimation
i just pass the cake off, No hesitation.
Ya' see im nothing like
yall guys, i just do the stuntin' yall *$%%%% fall guys,
And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash
The Budgets too big Billionaire'll hurt a label,
Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up,
The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck,
CBL we dont care wat ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail,
I can meet a H** sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a musician but i play a instrument, The raging bull handle any kind of incident,
The Black latex D's cant get the prints
The Flying Spur so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the door straps
initials on the floormats
i aint braggin' homeboy this my format,
The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.
Young octopus i carry arms
I charter challengers wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one with the bling, Got canaries on the wrist,not the one's wit the wings,
Look a real hood $!##*
I got a Lavish flow
I can put you in the Theater's like Magic tho
You dont want beef, you just want rap
Ill get ya little %#@ smoked like a blunt wrap, CBL spray what the f**k did you thought
I tote the Sig but i dont mean Newport,
I wash my money up the laundry way,
i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The linen clean, splash of Grenadine
The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine,
You can set trip but i got the ammo' near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears,
these other rap *$%%%% they couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all screwed up like Chandaleirs '

They call me Gucci Mane la flare/
Call me Gucci DiBiase/
So many diamonds on my hand they call me Gucci Liberace





I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics.
Articulate but still would grab a *!*#* by the collar quick.
Whoever having problems wit they record sales just holla TIP
If that don't work and all else fails, then turn around and follow TIP
I got love for the game but ay, I'm not in love with all of it.
Could do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy.
The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguing.
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in.
Seems as though you lost sight of whats important with the positive.
And checks into your bank account, and you up out of poverty.
Your values is a disarray, prioritizin horribly.
Unhappy with the riches cause you piss poor morally.
Ignoring all prior advice and forewarnin.
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we?

Spittin harder then your ears know!!!!!!

some hot verses and lines! TI got some sick verses too!

I could carry the weight of Pun, resurrect Big L's lungs
And jack every single beat that Jam-Master Jay spun
I'm the lyrical son of Rakim, the jab of Bernard Hopkins
The voice of B.I.G. and Pac overlooked by Johnnie Coch-aran
The KRS-One doctrine, the monster in these !#%%++
That be posterin I'm robbin 'em in a whip they girlfriend drivin 'em
I'm butter without the margarine, the crack without the sizzle
The rain without the drizzle, the hammer without the chizle
The baller without the dribble, the scribble Scrabble, the Writer's Block
I bibble babble have the spit and flip the rip the chain that shackles
Had to fight and grapple and tackle the Rotten Apple
I traveled from Camden and met the Drama King at the tabernacle
Gave me the juice like a Snapple, ran with it like the Olympics
Encrypted my signature on templets for the cake like Krimpets
Move Atlantis, I Am Legend, knock a Troy to Armageddon
Lyrical prophet the hip hop heavens, raised by Latin Florida Evans

- :Big Lou

Originally Posted by overtime626

oh your knocks don't fit? word?

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