The Rhyming Game

[Baraka]

Guess the game we are the number factor, look at us and recognize the true rhyme rappers. Rappin' isn't needed this is why we are here, just accomplish your goals and have no fear. Commit to what you do, contribute thats just the key. Thank WJ for comin' through now all is achieved ( random but works >.>)

 

[Rick]

Throw you a bone yelling Get that cause you my dog
This Naked truth I be that strip tease this niggaz raw

If I consume you brand you to the syph and teach you law
You Sure to blow and for my niggaz there's no shorter straw

Give it my all

Busting my tools Liquorice claw
My black hooker quick to fuck you sick with syphilis pa

The hammer sprout
Like Atlantic trout
I throw it out
I see you sink no bobber standing out

You feel me tho

I fuck with real street niggaz
You little league niggaz
That's Me myself and I
That's still three niggaz


From Jetlag to the rest Fab BTC
From red flags if you dress rag Eazy-E

The field flooded You don't feel nothing PCP
Your brain washed up get chalked up with TNT

Noah's Ark DL recruit the animals
Got the eye of the tiger you just food and antelopes

There's No gimmicks
Nigga the Thrown Vintage
Flow sick unknown diagnosis from no clinics

I'm lightened skinned but I'm dark inside Michael Jackson
This real rap There's no lights out camera action

 

[Raptile]

I'm so hood, like Rick with a bitch
Rhyming along the road, I'm so dope you a snitch.

Got yo bitch with me on my side
Fuck the police, the law we don't abide.

Yo bitch suck it good, she a skank.
Got her head messed, shit ain't a prank.

I'm strapped up, 4 4's
Put yo ass on a coma, with no 4's.

Rich like Lebron, ballin like Howard
I smell so fresh, you ain't even take a shower.

Poerto Rican bitch wit me, callin me papi
I got two side hoes, they also call me papi.

Pool full of hoes, I got racks like Pitbull
Ain't bald, come to me, I'm protected by Pitbulls.

Son I got bars for days, we can go on, ya'll ain't about that life ho!