Some Slick Lines I've Heard Recently

[Black Book]

"Call me Conrad Murray, cuz I'm known to kill mics/Mikes."
-Jarren Benton

"Me, my wife, & my family have never committed jihad.
We just want to touch our heads to the floor & speak to God."
-Brother Ali

"Tough times don't last but tough people do.
I father niggas the way Wayne and Puff reproduce.
Lil rap bastards.
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets."
-Fabolous

Post some of the nicer lines you've seen within the last year.

[Black Book]

"Call me Conrad Murray, cuz I'm known to kill mics/Mikes."
-Jarren Benton

"Me, my wife, & my family have never committed jihad.
We just want to touch our heads to the floor & speak to God."
-Brother Ali

"Tough times don't last but tough people do.
I father niggas the way Wayne and Puff reproduce.
Lil rap bastards.
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets."
-Fabolous

Post some of the nicer lines you've seen within the last year.

Jarren Benton is dope. I bump all of Funk Volume.

Jarren Benton is dope. I bump all of Funk Volume.

[Letum]

But some punks want to jump up / with a sharp tongue and their fronts up / like we got here by dumb luck / but they just want to become us / but that’s what’s up when you come up / I move like a dump truck / Too long on the road and I earn what I hold -Sims

[Letum]

But some punks want to jump up / with a sharp tongue and their fronts up / like we got here by dumb luck / but they just want to become us / but that’s what’s up when you come up / I move like a dump truck / Too long on the road and I earn what I hold -Sims

[Krhyme Killz]

yall niggas listen to some whack shit...


"you verse me, please i'm leaving in first place...cuz i snatch w's up like i need them the worst way...no kidding i'll choke pigeons just to add meaning to that 'squeezing a bird' phrase then breeze in a hearse..(yaaay)...'youngin worried bout the iron' like anemics in first grade can go out on a limb like in trees where the birds stay...

[Krhyme Killz]

yall niggas listen to some whack shit...


"you verse me, please i'm leaving in first place...cuz i snatch w's up like i need them the worst way...no kidding i'll choke pigeons just to add meaning to that 'squeezing a bird' phrase then breeze in a hearse..(yaaay)...'youngin worried bout the iron' like anemics in first grade can go out on a limb like in trees where the birds stay...

[Letum]

Yeah. . . .its us who listens to whack shit. . . .

[Letum]

Yeah. . . .its us who listens to whack shit. . . .

[Krhyme Killz]

i wouldnt lose 22 out of 25 audio battles if i huffed paint n freestyled

[Krhyme Killz]

i wouldnt lose 22 out of 25 audio battles if i huffed paint n freestyled

[Letum]

When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able - Scroobius Pip

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Howe'd your battle with Ticket go btw?

[Letum]

When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able - Scroobius Pip

---------- Post added at 07:16 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:13 PM ----------

Howe'd your battle with Ticket go btw?

[Krhyme Killz]

Originally Posted by Unyqe

---------- Post added at 07:16 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:13 PM ----------

Howe'd your battle with Ticket go btw?

dont do that please.

[Krhyme Killz]

Originally Posted by Unyqe

---------- Post added at 07:16 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:13 PM ----------

Howe'd your battle with Ticket go btw?

dont do that please.

[Black Book]

Krhyme's shit was dope.
Unyque's wasn't.

[Black Book]

Krhyme's shit was dope.
Unyque's wasn't.

all that ish was whack as fuck

all that ish was whack as fuck