C-Rock Is In The Building

[Black Adam]

You know, between all of us, I'm sure SOMEbody could probably cut an album off our stuff! Heh. Word.

Lol, I'm DEFINITELY feelin' that...

 

[wlk3]

You know, between all of us, I'm sure SOMEbody could probably cut an album off our stuff! Heh. Word.

Retired my notebook in my prime... I'd have to get a divorce and leave my kids to get back in that dark place again... But I do see some nice flows... I'm partial to the more thought provoking stuff I might add...

 

[shitsho]

Voice in my head....I remember it said to live by these new tenets
“No matter where you turn for sho you gonna be knee deep in it.”
“Dont get played, the IQ test is invented by he that subscribed to eugenics”
“Gotta navigate with a clear eye my son cause you know they gonna spin it”

“Keep your morals unquestionable and your character impeccable”
“Up all your peoples cause in truth they are highly susceptible”.
“make sho the stay skeptical. sometimes the game is barely perceptible”
“In time they will find that the real truth can be profound yet still equitable”

The residue of the gold in my soul more valuable than Ft. Worth
i know in my blood flows the true rhythm and beats of mother earth
I now know that my peoples were the basis of Gods chosen first
Pineal gland pumpin the juice that incited the explosion of intellects birth

Time is startin over again after being stopped, i was stunned.
We was here when it started, gonna be here when its done
Invented by gods of the sun, studied the equinoxes for fun
We gots to keep pushin the pace, make sho the battle is won.

 

[shitsho]

You know, between all of us, I'm sure SOMEbody could probably cut an album off our stuff! Heh. Word.

Yall are way better than I am. I cant flow like you guys could probably do in person.

 

[Crotchrocker]

Yeah, I am actually pretty gruesome with the flow. Word.

 

[Banned 10x]

Keep act'n like you rep da boogy down bronx
I come from the land of the honky tonk, where I throw touchdown passes to Gronk
So if ya cant walk dat walk dont talk dat talk
Keep talk'n dat shat and ill split ya dome, yo
Smake ya ass up and send ya home
Ya come ta battle me ya better where ya vest
Cause ya cant free style wit a slug in ya chest
Dats what'll happn' if i give it my best
I flow like a convoy, dis mic is my toy and my name ain't roy, uh
Scream it out loud and be a proud bad white boy
yall scared ta see me on da mic cause i might say
something ya might not like, like i'm da great white... sike
Yo, if hind site's 20/20 you should have ya eyes riped out
and glued to ya neck
So you can look back in da past & see how bad
i just spanked dat ass
I ain't try'n to win dis battle i'm all ready da best
So i'ma give you da mike and let you finish da rest

Wickety wak

 

[beardown07]

 

[Crotchrocker]

So far, so good. Buy the bar for your hood.
Line shots up on the wood like I do on the hoopcourt.
Place your bets on the sidewalk, like Cons wagering Newports.
I score when you score only I do it better.
I get the two points but my jumper is wetter.
I'll shoot ya out ya sweater and then rip off the letter.
Ace you like Sampras, the new big man on campus.
Knock you down to the canvas - this ain't Kansas.
Add injury to insult - Knuckle sandwich...


...Word.

 

[LALakersboy24.7]

UGH!! All you talk is that love shit and im tryna call up cupid for you
Probably shouldn't even tell you this but man that n igga been shootin for you
I can tell you lost a lot but baby girl I been rooting for you
Im here tryna lift you up cus to long you been stepped over
I'll never tell but you the reason im standing here with this wet shoulder
I was told to never rush love but lets hurry up my hearts getting colder
I need something that's long term Im tired of acting like Casanova

Fuck now I cant believe its been 2 years since i haven't seen you & i just got your email
saying you will be in LAX/ private jet G5
I'm sorry a stayed away/i was just going through some dark days/
but not a day went by/that i knew this day would arrive
I know we never took it to the next level
cuz we where with both with someone else &
you where my best friend
I hated seeing your ex's break your heart
I always felt like i could do better
so i kept it real
in all honestly i didn't want feelings coming between us that would make it end girl
but fuck the past now
I'll pick you up for an unforgettable night on the town!!

 

[Crotchrocker]

Lizard King equals a phony thug.
Pound him down to the ground like a lowly bug.
Walk off with his only Lugs. Ask me why and I slowly shrug.
I don't know why, but I thought he stole my drugs.
Fucko didn't run my paper. Now the gunsmoke's a vapor.
I only spit cutthroat. What's more heard he's a raper, like his favorite player.
When you see me, salute me like I'm the mayor, not your friendly neighbor.
And I may spare you from the next caper...

...Word.


...Word.

 

[Crotchrocker]

Dopest opus. This one's for the broke and hopeless.
Giving you a dose when you feel out of focus.
Potent, Spur of the moment, I just wrote this.
Forget Magic, this isht here is Hocus Pocus.
Abra Kadabra, turning bogus cats into kadavers.
Forget you faster than a fool its like you never mattered.
Shattered every record in the book, oops, made you look.
Sign me up nice, that'll be a major look.
Kold as dry ice but still smoking like a sailor.
Just riddled seven in one blow like the little tailor...

...Word.

 

[Crotchrocker]

Montsho, Lizard King. Bring it back to life! Word.

 

[beardown07]

Dopest opus. This one's for the broke and hopeless.
Giving you a dose when you feel out of focus.
Potent, Spur of the moment, I just wrote this.
Forget Magic, this isht here is Hocus Pocus.
Abra Kadabra, turning bogus cats into kadavers.
Forget you faster than a fool its like you never mattered.
Shattered every record in the book, oops, made you look.
Sign me up nice, that'll be a major look.
Kold as dry ice but still smoking like a sailor.
Just riddled seven in one blow like the little tailor...

...Word.

Y'all know you can cuss on here, right?

Shit, fuck, ****, titty-piss.

 

[LALakersboy24.7]

Quit trying to test another a motherfucker that just spend a quarter of his life institutionalized/hater ni ggas is softer then a girls shaved pussy try to put up front cuz they jealous/that i'm heading to paris/
its well deserved/
& advocated since we grew up poor on the streets/
we commandeer this bitches cuz we knew that we would/
feeling like the crew part 2/
we did what we could/
holding it all inside/just to maintain & resonate/of a time that was/
A vivid picture of my homies being deceased RIP/so don't fuck with me!

This is what happens when you don't feel nothing & so many of us come from divorced parents/
the streets of LA became are safe haven/
coming home late after so many days at 14 years old/
trying to act all bold/
arguing with my mother, me breaking the glass/
i don't know why i acted like that/ Damm!
when all along you provided for me & never divided your love for me/
you the greatest ever/
after such a long time I spoke to my father the other day/
he was guilt trippin & I felt like i still had rage/
for all the times he hit you across the face/
they say people can change/
But I dont know if all ever find him relevant again/

Now all pass the mic Crotchrocker & monthsho & let them tell you about philosophy UGH!!

 

[Crotchrocker]

Philosophizing, take what you say under advisement... ...I gotta finish this later but I won't forget, LK. Merry Christmas! Word.

 

[wlk3]

All I seen is poverty
Repossed property
Cops keep stalkin me
Cracks heads stoppin me
They lookin for change... I got some change for ya ass
Cause cool muthafuckas always finishin last
Cool muthafuckas always in a casket
Always coulda but now he a has been
And for that paper... Push that dosia for the half then
Bring back double up for my traffic
I know it's tragic that it even came to that
But my destiny with crime was just a matter of time
Coulda set it to your watch like assembly lines
So when the snatchin purses hopin through them curtains wasn't workin
Flyin in from Cali with the weight on my person
I ain't gloatin on these verses
Givin you another version
Of the ghetto perversion
We call everyday life
Gettin out the hood just the start of the fight...

 

[wlk3]

Poverty stricken
So she privately strippin
With the rest of them chickens
Like a value meal...
And she don't really know just how she feel
All she really know is just how that skrill
Make Mo' Betta Blues like a Spike Lee joint
Moved off campus now she live in East Point...
Tryna get them school dayz back
Only time she addin now... When them clothes subtract
Learn at double that on the pole make it clap
Long way from home and the devil got her trapped
In love with the life
Her man got a wife
Love ta come home from that club every night
Smoke a fat dub til her eyes close tight
Swear all she need... Somebody ya hold tight
Make it all better
But the streets won't let her
See she take of them clothes
And we don't love them hoes
And that's what she is when she walk through the doos
She ain't offeded no mo' She done heard it befo'
And now she hate the new booty Cause she losin that dough...
But rain sleet or snow that pussy el sell...
She know it as well and now she hatin herself
But told em meet me in the back of the club around twelve...

 

[shitsho]

From LA boys beat

i was hungry...searchin...looking for a way out
Askin my dear moms why i didnt get to stay out
Said she had to check me so i wouldnt play myself out
Taught me the mindset to never ever tap this kid out.

Words of wisdom so deep touched the bottom of the sea
Painted a picture of world and how amazing it could be
Kept my soul solid gold think in terms of we not me
How to navigate the world and keep my mind drama free

Moms told me that a life could never survive the trigga
At the time I was mad but had to stop, think, and figure
When the honeys came a callin she kept my head from gettin bigga
Kept me grounded when all the hype had me preenin in the mirror

Now its my turn to keep her safe and away from the drama
Her teachings will live on with no periods just more commas
It was a joy to see her tears with the election of Obama
My lifes an ode to my 1rst teacher cause...well she my mama

 

[Crotchrocker]

Back in the days of my youth, I was a brute.
I used to bully kids for they lunch loot.
I was the king of the hill and the king of the dunce stool.
Wearing my cap proudly like them punks do.
But then they found out I was hip to em.
They started challenging me with a harder curriculum.
I succeeded, and then they all basked in my glory.
But they never delved deep enough into my story.
I was a product of my upbringing but never a victim.
Hardluck story but I couldn't with the self-inflicting.
So I projected my problems to others, friends and sisters, my mother.
Pops' inconsistent mixed with I didn't have brothers.
It was a formula for failure but I had a neighbor.
Never felt abandoned, treated me like his grandson.
Taught me bout Christ the Saviour.
Schooled me about getting paid through smart labor.
Took me to the lake and let me push the boat like a sailor.
And then he disappeared like a vapor.
But he left me with some lessons that I'll never forget:
Master your wits and you'll be fully equipped to deal with
Muhfuh's wanna get real on some blood spill isht.
I keep 'im in my heart and I'm still down with his people,
All because he found me worthy to preach to...

...Word.

 

[WhiteMamba]

this is embarrassing...