post your rap

So I'm an artista- what's it to ya?
I bring pen to paper like people to pollution,
I smile as I recite deathly notation.
Ice is like fire, it burns the skin-
I burn with witch-fire within

I think I tried too hard.​

 

hey i'm not good at rapping i just like hearing it

 

Rapping doesn't have to have "swears".
Swearing just adds to the flow, and can get your point across.

I hope ghetto comes and woops some ass........people are only writing two to seven bars worth of rhymes.

When Ghetto gets here....he's gonna have you drueling on 16 BARS!






....And yeahhh..

Rapping*

Lol...Rapist.

 

I can't stop laughing xD

xD !****ing lol

 

I DUN LIKE RAPING
:c​

 

Siggin' this.

 

I sigg'd it first :c
Just saying.​

 

This is my rap
I think it's pretty crap
Lets all go and get us some tortilla wraps

 

HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHITa

 

Touch my shirt
Touch my shirt
I'm real glad it didn't hurt

<3 c:

 

This took about 7 minutes...

Hey there folks, yo im back
Radiowave here for another attack
I
spit hot fire
got a streetcar named desire
and I'm ready right now for the words "yes sire?"

My flow is crazy it'll make hot stacks
My words are electrical, shock makes you jump back
I'll go on and on, throughout the night
Leave the place knowing that i've won the fight

'Cause
all
these
sucka mc's on this site KHV
got nothing on me and they all want to see

someone else burn
someone else flame
the boredom here makes people go insane
but a new dawn brings a whole new reign
here to change this forever it'll never be the same

from here on out you'll remember my name
the fresh 17 who took a claim to fame
and oh yeah, the game.

 

he just owned us all.

i'll try again

Bingzap bingzap bingzap
you just lost my boy
you gave that controller a tap
but your nothing more than fate's playtoy

You got no game
your stupidity is drivin me insane
you don't deserve a name
you got me crusin down winner's lane

I'm the master of this neighborhood
red light green light i'll go when i want
this town can't stop me cause i'm just a runt
I'd beat your stupid a$$ if I could

Smack smack smack
strength is what you lack
if only you'd wisen up lil man
i'll help ya if I can

One of these days i'll bust your can
then you'll be living on Drury lane with the muffin man
Martha Stewart is my auntie
and Dr. Phil is my fat ducky

But that'd be an illegal attack
looks like whitey just struck back

 

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

 

The funniest post was the one that said about rap having a future.

:lolface:

 

At this point as long as autotune exists rap has a future. Now good rap is another story...

 

Theres my rap. Bye.

 

Wait, what?

 

I like your rap more than my rap.​

 

Silicon mimic my swag
I take a pilgrimage to half a century back
and show white folks whips that even henry ford couldn't grab.
damn, sometimes i get taken back by my own lines
my brain thinks of things in its own time
and i seem to not be a part of that part the whole time,
enlightened by the things inside, a gold mine!
she tells me i know you know the world too deep
but the way she creep, have my body slowly weak
undress up, to take down the stress-up,
got me slower than codeine, oh stressor.
Sit back, hit raps, like mics get hitch-hiked
take them to the top of the line, get their **** right,
take em back down to the moment where it take flight
i doubt that i would blow up,
not even with the fingers in sockets could they have it thrown up.

 

ComPL3xX will hook you up with some good rap.

Banana Split is also ill too.

Trust me, autotune isn't the definition of rap.