Sticky: The Freeflow Sticky

[Old Prince]

"Music is just a stimulus" he told his wife, while
Bumping to the music in the middle of the night.
So he was exposed with the dispersal of a light
Holding a mock microphone, dancing like some
Fool who was home alone. He had an addiction.
She could never sleep so she applied restrictions
To a use of his music. Not in the best condition
For dealing with it. But still vivid in its figurative
Vision, he danced whenever he had that chance.
Then he stopped whenever receiving the glance,
Put away the broom, put back on his pants and
Marched to the desk like the advance of ants
At work. Maybe a queen bee, this seemed to be
A case of someone outgrowing her machinery
Once her husband, growing restless only during the
Moonlight recalling when their love could be...um...

[Skorp-Eon]

This love that i had never thought it would end,
but then she walked away and said we're better off as friends
hence the reason i started growing closer to my pen
i could always be real with rap, never had to pretend to be someone im not
we talk a lot, well i do but she listens very well; tells me to never stop
no time to slip; as the clock ticks, tocks im ripping hip hop to shreds

Meh...

[DATUM]

MF DOOM - Licorice

Understand that there is a psycho in this cycle
Who nobody particularly Ad-Myres like Micheal,
Taking hip hop by the fin like a fish to shop for
A bit of bait, relating to the wake of this drop,
More risky than frisking an ex ex ex convict.
Not any good news comes from motor oil vomit;
Commenting on Comet's cold shoulder when sober
Is a cleaner endeavor than a maid bent over.
Barely minute made, it became room temperature
When the rhyme got heated. Except the finisher,
Delaying even sales on ebay relayed the message
Harboring its parable since I can't get justice,
Finalizing fabrication of an imaginary manifesto.
Later I was told to cut the flow. Can it. Presto!
Put it in a bag and shipped it from Abu Dhabi,
Sent a bomb to your net's worth. You got me?

[Shin Maikaru]

I ain't here to impress you, I'm just here to adress you...
I don't think you should be rappin' if ya mother still dress you...
Pressin' issues, but I don't need a print to press you...
Get you stuck in the dirt so bad the government address you...
But Khanstent! You should spit some more metaphors...
I count 1 2 3 n' I'm just like, "Ofcourse but what for?"...
Most cats spit bout money, whips, and how they ******** whores...
But when hip-hop was born I was waitin' wit a spliff to cut chords...
The whole "I spit sixteen and my neck bling" must be a phase...
All I gotta do is hang-ten and let the words surf thier waves...
Kowabunga! High five +1 up, it make ya wonda...
Like I musta robbed Zues the way I'm stealin' ya thunda!
The illest cat that get on the mic and straight murder joints...
Get you served by five guys and I ain't talkin' burger joints...
Do what I does when spittin', ******** what you thinkin'...
Stinkin' lincon bitches lickin' my d**k more than I'm blinkin'...

[Old Prince]

Imposter of the impossible, there for probable error
Clarifying the idolization of the nation's majority fairer
Population, The time you are wasting still belittles
Some of the smoothest of the true, the few criminals
Quite capable of stealing attention without involvement
Of the law of nature; like later I will be a solvent
Breaking down the acid into the act that happened
And the components that is continually sapping
Folks of natural strength by a disruptive diet.
Your hunger for me cannot keep your stomach quiet.
Educational effervescence essence ebbs enemies
And submits the same personalities back into the sea
Changed with my two cents. Still the usual nuisance
In the new sense of the word seeks improvement
Through the challenge of disrupting a chemical balance.
If they can learn from their defeat then that is talent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S-4APdnZs0

[Chaos_Solid1]

wow, madd props to Old Prince. mrgreen

[Chaos_Solid1]

Lil_Demyn

class A cigarettes

yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room

[anyone wanna continue? 1 verse at a time?]

hottest...line....ever.

i totally agree

[Sary Kitty]

heart heart

[Skorp-Eon]

Why the hell do i need to kick knowledge?
i rather kick it at college, getting knowledge but from a fine a** scholar
holla at ya boy if you wanna hear that rap with lyricism not that boom-bap
i ghost write for most who approach and get toasted instantly; i sell lines of that crack
my flow go over head like projectors; get ready for the lecture
got a hunger for mcs like lector hannibal, vocal cord disconnector
a blesser of microphones counting down; im a ticking bomb so you all better-
run but i wont, im chilling with a blunt in my mouth; blowing out clouds of smoke
females say that im a d**k,
if thats the case im looking for a hunnie that wanna give me the ~stroke~ like a chest pain
masterbate me; the master of degrading emcees, taking their cheese and bury em deep-
it aint a thang bringing pain, not a heart ache, yall scared to speak ya mind, well ya thought aint safe; i got an appetite, got the the knife and the fork and you ******** wanna end up as a meal, step up to the plate.... xp

[Shin Maikaru]

Gangster and a gentleman, handsome and funny...
Get pumped off adrenaline, Shang Tsung ya money...
What ya know bout hardships? Get lost in the darkness...
Acta foo like we racin' toilets, I love to start s**t...
Can't step through the hardest with no ID card b***h...
Fates bouncers push ya off the cliff of life, awe s**t...
You hit the floor like my fist hit ya face, jaw split...
Surrounded by dogs wit eight nipples, they all b***h...
Barkin', waggin' they tails, cowerdly swipin' they paws...
Tryna get paid, but get spayed, son I'm slicin' they balls...
I'm in it to win it, ******** you and how hard you livin' life...
I know I'm the realest, give it to me cause I could live it twice...
Wireless mic, shank upside down duct tape to the bottom...
That way no matter how they wanna battle I can rob'em...
Do it proper, helicopter blade choppin' window shoppers...
******** the coppers, take ya pick, get stuck in the trunk or lockers...

[Shin Maikaru]

Lemme be honest, i'ma tell you now I ain't a pretty boy...
But I pop s**t, lemme tell ya my trunk got pretty toys...
Step right up, step right up, let me show you....
Got plenty of them drum kits, I ain't talkin' pro tunes...
I mean 100 round clip on the AK, yell mayday...
Shut'em up before they talk, cause I know what they may say...
Son I'm wildin' out, I don't even smoke no more....
Just mix my weed wit liquor n' sniff coke off whores...
Came to settle the score, like we in overtime...
Holdin' mine, universal soldier in over drive...
Run through the hood wit a big gun and a shank...
Everybody and they moms thought I came in a tank...
You know I'm drank, swimmin' round big fish, lil fish...
They can all get it, rippin' rounds, big b***h, lil b***h...
Big rich, lil rich, I'm just tryna get through life...
And when the clip empty you can get hit through mics...

[Rusted Chains v2]

(I'm Still): The Sickest Rapper to ever be concieved to earth
Best to ever live and still be sickest when i leave the earth
set a list of goals for urself and i bet that i'll achieve em first
I owe hip hop my life so this is how i reimburse
my mindset is sickenin i think that i was diseased at birth
my lyrics, bare arms like cuttin off the sleeves to shirts
I took a seat upon the throne about the same time i percieved this verse
while u stuck outside the castle still tryin to get those keys to work
I was naive at first, now i cannot be coerced
jus go home, we the night staff u've been relieved of work
this is ur 2 week notice i figured you should receive alert
I sat back for too long now its time for me to reassert
I came out on my feet almost as if i had been breeched at birth
I think that i am gifted as much as i believe im cursed
Lyrically sick so i cough and den i sneeze a verse
and the sky is the limit so i bet that i would reach it first

[Fancy thien]

yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room

[anyone wanna continue? 1 verse at a time?]


lil boy gotz swaggz

Hooky Team Captain


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wat up wat kind of muic u like




Shin Maikaru


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class A cigarettes
yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room


I fight, like a soldier wit kids and a wife back home...
A knife, detected in ya neck, did you get that Holmes?
Got the rap game in a sure lock, dead lock, dead bolt...
I love balloons so I get ya air head poked, with that said folk...
I wreck bloaks that hope to have a chance to dance...
Wit the devil upon the stage of life in a bliss of romance...
Like sex, wit a tek in both holes and a shotgun to the chest...
Mr. Cardiac tapin' it from the closet to catch you gasp for breath...


Shin Maikaru


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Wow, nobodies posted in like a full day?

Handle my business, knock ya teeth out ya mouth...
Make it look like someone poured a box of chicklets out...
My phone stay churpin', who let the crickets out?
All these fake persons, yo, who let these bitches out?
I put'em back in they cage, they crazy deranged...
The doc has been paged, insertin' the syring in the brain....
Really it's strange, how they stay strayin' from main...
No need to be vain, now any MC playin' get slain...
Say it ain't mayne! Damn, these ********' feather brains...
I step up in they barn and straight slice they weather vein...
With a lyrical vane, man it's lyrical bane...
Poison ya soul wit the truth make you feel the lyrical pain...
Are you hearin' this cain? Crack, dope, meth, and ex...
It's definately somethin' you don't want up in ya chest...
Like a .50 cal slug breakin' through ya vest, ribs and clavicle...
So get lost in the ocean of lyrics or salute the Admiral...


class A cigarettes


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Shin Maikaru
class A cigarettes
yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room


I fight, like a soldier wit kids and a wife back home...
A knife, detected in ya neck, did you get that Holmes?
Got the rap game in a sure lock, dead lock, dead bolt...
I love balloons so I get ya air head poked, with that said folk...
I wreck bloaks that hope to have a chance to dance...
Wit the devil upon the stage of life in a bliss of romance...
Like sex, wit a tek in both holes and a shotgun to the chest...
Mr. Cardiac tapin' it from the closet to catch you gasp for breath...


now i sit around with my glock and load it with bullets
contemplating daily on whether or not to pull it
c**k it to your brain until you've better understood it
strapped to the fullest pistol and microphone, it's foolish
to ******** with me, given i'm white, cause i'm a screw up
i still can't believe it took this long, but i blew up
instigatings not a problem, just pop a couple blues
now take a minute to contemplate a walk inside their shoes
when you've got nothing but robbin, and mobbin, and kickin' it with ya crew
these words are strictly wisdom, coming straight from me to you
who knew this many lines could change so many minds
and open their eyes up to the pain that this is all true
so next time you think of a rhyme you'd better drop it
release it all, let go, but never stop it


just some conscious kid that's tryna save the world through rhyme.
Shin Maikaru


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class A cigarettes
Shin Maikaru
class A cigarettes
yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room


I fight, like a soldier wit kids and a wife back home...
A knife, detected in ya neck, did you get that Holmes?
Got the rap game in a sure lock, dead lock, dead bolt...
I love balloons so I get ya air head poked, with that said folk...
I wreck bloaks that hope to have a chance to dance...
Wit the devil upon the stage of life in a bliss of romance...
Like sex, wit a tek in both holes and a shotgun to the chest...
Mr. Cardiac tapin' it from the closet to catch you gasp for breath...


now i sit around with my glock and load it with bullets
contemplating daily on whether or not to pull it
c**k it to your brain until you've better understood it
strapped to the fullest pistol and microphone, it's foolish
to ******** with me, given i'm white, cause i'm a screw up
i still can't believe it took this long, but i blew up
instigatings not a problem, just pop a couple blues
now take a minute to contemplate a walk inside their shoes
when you've got nothing but robbin, and mobbin, and kickin' it with ya crew
these words are strictly wisdom, coming straight from me to you
who knew this many lines could change so many minds
and open their eyes up to the pain that this is all true
so next time you think of a rhyme you'd better drop it
release it all, let go, but never stop it


So hold it in, like a big hit from a cancer stick...
You fight for pride b***h, I fight for answers kid...
So answer this, in this land of the lost...
Who do you look up to? And who's your boss?
Financial gain and loss, or the man upon a cross?
Fake MCs lie through there teeth so I apply the floss....
Fly, like a albatross, the alphabet I toss...
Like kids soup, I spit bits and pieces in the booth....
Arrange it in sequence to spell out "I am the truth."
If ya tongues loose, I'll loosely hang you from a noose...
I'm 80 proof, no ice, no juice, just a blunt and a mic...
Stubborn for life, every ********' verse gotta excite...
If not, I ain't doin' this right, but I'm doin' you wrong...
Trifle a** rappers get the rifle end of this song...
Pistol whip a b***h quicker then you can whip a pistol...
Officially pistol ya whip quicker than you blow a whistle...


Lil_Demyn

Hooky Team Captain


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the second lil deem shows up on the scene/
ladies scream panties get creamed/
jelous boyfriends look mean/
of course haters hatin my team/
i mean this is an everyday thing
it gift and curse bein this raw/
i get flashed by like every broad/
i got co-ed girls that love to party hard/
hoes on me like fleas,gotta shake em off/
yo girl gonna see that number on ya phone,betta take it off/
just for kicks i'll trick and treat her like twix,break her off/

who you know goin harder
stay goin off the top like a barber


Lil_Demyn

Hooky Team Captain


Offline Quote Report this post Show Blocked Images Post: 5852946_22103 created on Mon Aug 31, 2009 11:12 pmPosted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 11:12 pm
i just heard Hank Hill say the single hardest thing he has ever spoken. I would never pour a beer out!Not even on a grass fire! comin from Hank that's gangsta


DATUM

Hooky Team Captain


Offline Quote Report this post Show Blocked Images Post: 5852946_22104 created on Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:56 amPosted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:56 am
Getting straight to the point, she told him to bend her
Swallowed the guilt of the matter then returned to sender
He was in a rutt but her cups thus pronounced tender
Leaving him distracted from the actions happening in her
Couldn't call himself a winner since he was just relishing
Especially in the popular practice classed as infidelity
Most certainly embellished. But like peanut butter, celery
And a mouth to receive it. the commitment was beckoning
A second try. She stopped. Moved onto the weapons guy
With better artillery and a cannon demanding "Let it fly."
The previous client as the long time investor, buys
Into the incentive of the notion. Commotion petrifies
Sentiments exchanged. Once being named "Damn it's good."
Got back handed compliments to class as damaged goods.
Once complacent in her place in life, mismanagement stood
To represent her moral compass as life's lament would.


DATUM

Hooky Team Captain


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contemporary conflict
No apology for being the mechanical monstrosity
That I am to chuck battering rams at a velocity
Inconceivably, so that I do not need to be dope,
Needlessly seek schemes to be exceedingly broke
In the event that the extremes switch teams in
Your morbid dreams like, when he's out, he pens
Figments to dement imagination, advocating
Flatulence to toxify a mathematician's agitation.
Some speak to see signs seeking sights of a sum
Of a disoriented expression called cubmersome
And make it mum, songs that the egotistic strum
Before the final hour of their reign being undone.
I run one piece to penetrate through a vital
Elements of that composure. Decompose is liable
For death on your door step, I provide a means
Of which those of cowardace are dying in dreams.


DATUM

Hooky Team Captain


Offline Quote Report this post Show Blocked Images Post: 5852946_22106 created on Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:36 amPosted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:36 am
To paraphrase Ghandi:
If you are prepared to take a life of a man then be prepared to take the life of his son and grand son. Otherwise the bloodshead will continue.
Note, if I do not like you then you will die to
Without a need to describe how I will fry you,
Sell paraphernalia, regale your family of how
You lived your life from meeting me up to now,
Explain how it went down, send them toward
Your direction as the only mourners' reward
Then profit like selling chicken to hood rats,
Before retelling it in ways that you would laugh.
This isn't gangsta. This is a viable tactic.



Lil_Demyn

Hooky Team Captain


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class A cigarettes
yeah i'm the surgeon you best believe that i'm on top of the mission
i got my hands in the position to put your life in submission
i got the pistol out the holster with my enemies listed
i might be out the game but damn i swear i'm never restricted
storm through your area-51 with my immortal platoon
sweep the streets so clean ya'll think that i was packin' a broom
watch me pull your secrets out your head while never leavin' my room

[anyone wanna continue? 1 verse at a time?]


hottest...line....ever.


Shin Maikaru


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I breathe hip-hop, I sleep hip-hop...
I speak hip-hop, I eat hip-hop...
I s**t hip-hop, I piss hip-hop...
I bleed hip-hop, because I am hip-hop...
You talk about how you let the clip-pop...
Come on dog, that ain't real hip-hop...

I can't blame it on'em for tryin' to get a check...
You know corporate havin'em writin' what they expect...
Dinner wit execs, while they askin' if the shrimp fresh...
In the same sentance ask you rap about big teks...
Gotta get money, that's the pimp in you...
But did you know ya label is pimpin' you?
s**t it's true, and b***h, if it isn't you...
Same song, same video, but differrent dude...
It's like the Clone Wars, ofcourse I'm takin' action...
Ya'll got sharp tongues, I got the force light saber rappin'...
Savor rappin', like s**t, it might be gone tomorrow...
Paper stackin', white bricks, in a monte carlo...
Stacey Jackson, white b***h, I hope she swallow...
Back-pack mackin', mic switch, sit, listen follow...
My rhymes glisten, necklace look like my chest pissin'...
Test the wrong one and end up with ya neck missin'...





Samurai Rhythm

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Let the wind carry all my thoughts
and in the earth I'll lay all I've lost

and to the seas I will leave my tears
the fire's breath like my livin' cost

n' them lights they stay blindin' me
And in the dark I must shine to see

but against odds my will, it dims
then I abandon blood and bone & skin

I become a mindless deity
persona made of steel - dream freely



Lil_Demyn

Hooky Team Captain


Offline Quote Report this post Show Blocked Images Post: 5852946_22110 created on Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:09 amPosted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:09 am
it's like an alternate dimension
you shouldn't of been with him/
you should've been with me
but me and she hadn't broke up officially
i introduced she to he like this is my main peep
she said he was cool but he aint speak
two weeks she is he's main squeeze
he and me where cut from the same sheet
me and you can't be cuz he is my main g

[Tortoise Hunter]

Yo, yo..

Slooowly
I make my advance, clans dance-
shatter graying war zones with the stance.
A fade and a dome carved by waves
create that which contains the brain,
less of a heart.
The art is spraaayed and colored with
the speed of the artist's fleein' - when in completion.
Wooords can only hurt the worst,
while the crooked mind will give hate a smirk.