Conquer Club

CBlake wrote:If you got any crunk rhymes to bust out this is the place to do it show us what u got .

Anarkistsdream wrote:

CBlake wrote:If you got any crunk rhymes to bust out this is the place to do it show us what u got .

The problem with rap is the fact that it does not translate itself to the written word very well.


One must just hear the flow to get the jist...

CBlake wrote:

Anarkistsdream wrote:

CBlake wrote:If you got any crunk rhymes to bust out this is the place to do it show us what u got .

The problem with rap is the fact that it does not translate itself to the written word very well.


One must just hear the flow to get the jist...

You would know its actually like poetry kinda but ur right the beat makes it crunk

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this aint your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method

CBlake wrote:You know my rhymes on top on da chart
while you on the bottom crumblin like a pop tart
All my rhymes come strait from the heart
Im throwin em up like a dart
N**** all your rhymes are lame
you tryin to do it for da fame
You cant hang wit me
cuz im a real G
I deliver these rhymes fo free
like my money grows on a tree
Hopefully one day u will see
that there is no one betta than me

Mos Def - Mathematics wrote:Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics

Immortal Technique - Bin Laden wrote:They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal

Guiscard wrote:

CBlake wrote:You know my rhymes on top on da chart
while you on the bottom crumblin like a pop tart
All my rhymes come strait from the heart
Im throwin em up like a dart
N**** all your rhymes are lame
you tryin to do it for da fame
You cant hang wit me
cuz im a real G
I deliver these rhymes fo free
like my money grows on a tree
Hopefully one day u will see
that there is no one betta than me

Did you write that? If so...

Freestyles on forums are pretty toy. And this proves it.

As for rap lyrics (as a Hip-Hop DJ I like to try and educate my audience):

Mos Def - Mathematics wrote:Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics

Immortal Technique - Bin Laden wrote:They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal

Freestyles on forums are pretty toy.

Guiscard wrote:

I still like to play with toys.

CBlake wrote:

Guiscard wrote:

I still like to play with toys.

Guiscard wrote:

CBlake wrote:

Guiscard wrote:

I still like to play with toys.

Do you know what toy means?

El Logic wrote:To me I have no style I'm tha musical exile
A new form child realised after walkin
mile after mile clockin up on tha dial
not gonna fall into file by sayin I'm all that
cus I can smack whack MCs with my raft
handle gun blasts
that aint me
I'm a free MC
expandin the boundaries
of lyrical purity
wanna see more of me
I'm a rampage on the stage
About to be uncaged like a deaf at a rave
focus only on vibration
Find a true vocation in a new location
Think of tha time wasted on TV and playstation
smoking vast amounts of trees
just to please my need
Its time to break free... f*ck Hinckley

Listen as I penetrate like a UV ray
Infect your skin cells
multiply then decay
My words richocet off every angle
challengers get mangled
they choke get strangled
by my vocal chords
rippin the raw
I'm spittin, goin to war, I'm pure
Minus the flaws
I'm here givin the cure
sittin here sippin liquers
I perform
And take you higher than the empire state
My state is irate
My styles are innate not fate
I'm a poet like william blake
just tha remake
I'm here to give not take
my knowledge to the masses
Like Jurassic, Extra curric classes
Giving vision like glasses...

Guiscard wrote:I'm not an MC I'm a producer and DJ... And plenty MCs write dope rhymes at 14...

Guiscard wrote:What kind of hip-hop are you into?

Guiscard wrote:

CBlake wrote:

Guiscard wrote:

I still like to play with toys.

Do you know what toy means?

flashleg8 wrote:

Guiscard wrote:

CBlake wrote:

Guiscard wrote:

I still like to play with toys.

Do you know what toy means?

I thought it was a typo! Please enlighten.

Yer man El Logic definitely has talent - you got round to making a CD/demo yet?
As for the other raps posted I know the Wu one and the Mos Def, but I'd never heard of Immortal Technique, but on the basis of the lyrics I'll be downloading it when I'm home.

Any other good stuff anyone can recommend? I was in to the Wu stuff years ago before they sold out to much (and started working with anyone just for the cash), and I love the right early stuff like Grandmaster Flash, Africa Bambata, but the stuff I like the best is De la Soul, Tribe Called Quest, Jurassic 5. Anyone recommend anything in a similar vain? I can't be f*cked with too much gangsta stuff, unless its NWA/Public enemy old school.