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01-16-2005, 10:31 AM
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Best Freestyler...
Whose your favorite Freestyler? Anyone in the NYC tri-state area hear JR writer and Camron on Hot97 with flex? JR went 5 minutes acapellla
01-16-2005, 12:03 PM
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The words in { } are people in the background
Its J.R. Writer, yes the one girls love and dig
A pimp wit the cane don’t get ur girl dugged and digged
Cuz when come to I, brains they love to give
And show me that trick aint the only one that love the kids
F whos slut it is, I’ll dog her out
And show u the hand cuff when the dogs is out
Ill turn ur daughter out, wife and niece
Game and take em out for a bite to eat
Cuz yea, I like the ones who don’t like the streets
Back shots for a hour, put em right to sleep
Rite u creep, I hit stupid slides {slides}
And is you stupid, unless u pass me a 50 cal no I wouldn’t shoot the 5
I’ve been supafly, ever since supafly
Quarterpounders big Macs, got em all super sized {sized}
Yea two for 5, nickels and dimes
Twenties, 50’s dog im official wit mines
On a corner wit a pistol or nine
Ahead of these competitors, I done ran jogged and skipped thru ur town
Got issues at times, roll wit glocks and rennets I could menace {whoa}
Before you was watchin Dennis, had blocks just tenant
Crazy like as a baby I was thrown up in the bathroom and locked up in it {told yall}
Had lots of Guinness poured and tossed in my bottle {told yall}
No pacifier, forced just to gozzle, walked and I wobbled
Couldn’t see a thing straight, grew up a hustla learned pie and then weight {woo thas JR yall}
I was outta town, then was instate
Wednesday NC, Thursday Penn state cars had ten plates
Flipped and tossed burdens and moved thru the bricks like I’m ridin across Jersey {DipSet}
Dog early, it’s the don of course
The only bricks you putting up is on the court
I keep a two-liter pool, you be the fool
Nasty since the kid had the cooties at school
The boy kids aint play around, teachers had to watch for
Knife at the sand box, heater in the sock drawer {drawer}
Stop pour, I’m bad mamajama that’ll drag out the hammers {hammers}
It’s a brat out the pampers {thas J.R.}
J.R. got u busters runnin {runnin}
Ask ur girl she kno that im up and cumming
Get it, boy boy listen J use a pistol
Burst out the bathroom and graze thru ur tissues {who messin wit us?}
Dawg u aint never spent a day movin nickels {never}
I keep the cane like I’m disabled or crippled
Cuz these chickens be thinking they all cute
Just another chick looking for a lawsuit
If it was on me I would put her on a lawsuit
Without the suitcase, trick would’ve saw Luke
Jesus Lazarus , John the Baptist
The don that clap clips, im beyond this rap **** {*Laughter* He’s right}
Ur runnin high when I pawn the rap clip
Luke A Broz finish u then im gone to sack spit
I bird off wit some pair of Bally’s
Might catch you vacation on the ? de Cali
Hoppin off the jet, like where’s the scallys
And find my a dime chick thas compared to Halle
Take her near a alley, for some dome first
And have her top me off till her jawbones hurt {Who messin wit us}
Dropped outta school, took ova my own turf {turf}
So a brick at the crib was my only homework
Started with my zone first, then expanded on the block {block}
I wasn’t one of those that was stranded on the block {not at all}
F how many grams is in a pop, I crammed it to the top
And had the fiends hammered in the top
Was granted wit a lot, cuttin and forming
While u and the cops took it up wit informants
I could show you how to bake it up on the Foreman
It stretch like you just wakin up in the morning
All huffin and yawnin, I rain in the drought
Girl you already know what my game is about
Brains, in her mouth, can get in yo face
But like the toothpaste, my aim’s fo yo mouth
No stains on the couch, stuff the babies in yo throat
Throw on a bib, so it’s all gravy if it choke
Put some baby in the dope, thru the 80’s wit the show {Oh my God}
Too young fo a license, Mercedes getting chauff[eured]
Up in my… a mobster Scooby, f Shaft lets pop in the shots this movie
Glocks and Uzi’s, so hoe, I aint comin to get ya and cross yo fingers like a got the cooties
Pop a Uie, and throw yo whip in reverse {verse}
Hit fourth gear on your stick shift and just murk {murk}
For you slip and get murked {murked}
I kno your moms taught you not to but here’s the reason you’ll sit in the dirt
The Dips is the worst, and Taliban’s crazier
Shadier any beef rather Cam blazin ya
A movement of killas, plus wolves and gorillas {gorillas}
That’ll run up on ya and remove yo chinchilla {nobody’s messin wit us b, we own this}
No dudes is as iller, AH you’re a lame
Step wat up, u sidelined and watchin the game, I’m locked in the game {game}
Look doggy dog don’t be mad cuz you’re broke and ur not in the game
Still hop in the train, this guy is a dumb ass {this still J.R. Writer, it’s still him}
My crib paid for, ill buy u a fun pass
Beyond smooth, so beyond dudes
Mercedes, boat, both is on cruise, they hope the don lose {He been rhyming for 5 minutes}
Mouth to mouth for the watch, cuz the face make it look like its choking on food
I can go on fool, before I look up in the stash
Load and clap at you like I’m looking fo the pass
Put a whoopin on ya fast
F a T.V. crew, just gimme a second, Ill put in a cast Wat u cookin up is trash {its 10 o’clock already, he’s still rhyming}
J off and stylin, Dominican, I can get u weight of the ISLAND {ISLAND}
Cop a package, get it weighed off the ISLAND {ISLAND}
Get you a jet and find you a way off the ISLAND
I stay away off the island with the cosmafirm {I told him just write rhymes, thas all}
Look my cases get dropped dog, not adjourned
Homeboy ya dead broke, I got knots to earn
If u aint talking bout money than I’m not concerned
U got a lot to learn, Ill school you boy
You was cake, yeah straight noodles boy
Ima mova boy, that just move the boy
And if u still on ur block ill show u how to move the boy wit that Ruger toy
That’ll send them off to the Cathedral Church of the pen of course
I been ???? - *shouting in the back, louder than J.R*
I keep ten to toss, don’t make me send them off {This still J.R. Writer}
Its still hot yall, it won’t stop yall
Till I’m boxed, you pricks couldn’t stop R
I keep a glock pa, hit u from blocks far
With shots that’ll turn a rapper into a pop star {this might be 400 bars right here}
From the pots jars pans, cookin up, to the war stories holmes I got scars
At the dealership, looking like a rock star
Officer, how I roll up and cop cars
You aint never got far
Tryin to beef wit J, I’m…..
He trails out after spittin for about 6 minutes and 6 seconds...Thats about 117 bars...If you know anything bout rap thats alot of effin bars
Its J.R. Writer, yes the one girls love and dig
A pimp wit the cane don’t get ur girl dugged and digged
Cuz when come to I, brains they love to give
And show me that trick aint the only one that love the kids
F whos slut it is, I’ll dog her out
And show u the hand cuff when the dogs is out
Ill turn ur daughter out, wife and niece
Game and take em out for a bite to eat
Cuz yea, I like the ones who don’t like the streets
Back shots for a hour, put em right to sleep
Rite u creep, I hit stupid slides {slides}
And is you stupid, unless u pass me a 50 cal no I wouldn’t shoot the 5
I’ve been supafly, ever since supafly
Quarterpounders big Macs, got em all super sized {sized}
Yea two for 5, nickels and dimes
Twenties, 50’s dog im official wit mines
On a corner wit a pistol or nine
Ahead of these competitors, I done ran jogged and skipped thru ur town
Got issues at times, roll wit glocks and rennets I could menace {whoa}
Before you was watchin Dennis, had blocks just tenant
Crazy like as a baby I was thrown up in the bathroom and locked up in it {told yall}
Had lots of Guinness poured and tossed in my bottle {told yall}
No pacifier, forced just to gozzle, walked and I wobbled
Couldn’t see a thing straight, grew up a hustla learned pie and then weight {woo thas JR yall}
I was outta town, then was instate
Wednesday NC, Thursday Penn state cars had ten plates
Flipped and tossed burdens and moved thru the bricks like I’m ridin across Jersey {DipSet}
Dog early, it’s the don of course
The only bricks you putting up is on the court
I keep a two-liter pool, you be the fool
Nasty since the kid had the cooties at school
The boy kids aint play around, teachers had to watch for
Knife at the sand box, heater in the sock drawer {drawer}
Stop pour, I’m bad mamajama that’ll drag out the hammers {hammers}
It’s a brat out the pampers {thas J.R.}
J.R. got u busters runnin {runnin}
Ask ur girl she kno that im up and cumming
Get it, boy boy listen J use a pistol
Burst out the bathroom and graze thru ur tissues {who messin wit us?}
Dawg u aint never spent a day movin nickels {never}
I keep the cane like I’m disabled or crippled
Cuz these chickens be thinking they all cute
Just another chick looking for a lawsuit
If it was on me I would put her on a lawsuit
Without the suitcase, trick would’ve saw Luke
Jesus Lazarus , John the Baptist
The don that clap clips, im beyond this rap **** {*Laughter* He’s right}
Ur runnin high when I pawn the rap clip
Luke A Broz finish u then im gone to sack spit
I bird off wit some pair of Bally’s
Might catch you vacation on the ? de Cali
Hoppin off the jet, like where’s the scallys
And find my a dime chick thas compared to Halle
Take her near a alley, for some dome first
And have her top me off till her jawbones hurt {Who messin wit us}
Dropped outta school, took ova my own turf {turf}
So a brick at the crib was my only homework
Started with my zone first, then expanded on the block {block}
I wasn’t one of those that was stranded on the block {not at all}
F how many grams is in a pop, I crammed it to the top
And had the fiends hammered in the top
Was granted wit a lot, cuttin and forming
While u and the cops took it up wit informants
I could show you how to bake it up on the Foreman
It stretch like you just wakin up in the morning
All huffin and yawnin, I rain in the drought
Girl you already know what my game is about
Brains, in her mouth, can get in yo face
But like the toothpaste, my aim’s fo yo mouth
No stains on the couch, stuff the babies in yo throat
Throw on a bib, so it’s all gravy if it choke
Put some baby in the dope, thru the 80’s wit the show {Oh my God}
Too young fo a license, Mercedes getting chauff[eured]
Up in my… a mobster Scooby, f Shaft lets pop in the shots this movie
Glocks and Uzi’s, so hoe, I aint comin to get ya and cross yo fingers like a got the cooties
Pop a Uie, and throw yo whip in reverse {verse}
Hit fourth gear on your stick shift and just murk {murk}
For you slip and get murked {murked}
I kno your moms taught you not to but here’s the reason you’ll sit in the dirt
The Dips is the worst, and Taliban’s crazier
Shadier any beef rather Cam blazin ya
A movement of killas, plus wolves and gorillas {gorillas}
That’ll run up on ya and remove yo chinchilla {nobody’s messin wit us b, we own this}
No dudes is as iller, AH you’re a lame
Step wat up, u sidelined and watchin the game, I’m locked in the game {game}
Look doggy dog don’t be mad cuz you’re broke and ur not in the game
Still hop in the train, this guy is a dumb ass {this still J.R. Writer, it’s still him}
My crib paid for, ill buy u a fun pass
Beyond smooth, so beyond dudes
Mercedes, boat, both is on cruise, they hope the don lose {He been rhyming for 5 minutes}
Mouth to mouth for the watch, cuz the face make it look like its choking on food
I can go on fool, before I look up in the stash
Load and clap at you like I’m looking fo the pass
Put a whoopin on ya fast
F a T.V. crew, just gimme a second, Ill put in a cast Wat u cookin up is trash {its 10 o’clock already, he’s still rhyming}
J off and stylin, Dominican, I can get u weight of the ISLAND {ISLAND}
Cop a package, get it weighed off the ISLAND {ISLAND}
Get you a jet and find you a way off the ISLAND
I stay away off the island with the cosmafirm {I told him just write rhymes, thas all}
Look my cases get dropped dog, not adjourned
Homeboy ya dead broke, I got knots to earn
If u aint talking bout money than I’m not concerned
U got a lot to learn, Ill school you boy
You was cake, yeah straight noodles boy
Ima mova boy, that just move the boy
And if u still on ur block ill show u how to move the boy wit that Ruger toy
That’ll send them off to the Cathedral Church of the pen of course
I been ???? - *shouting in the back, louder than J.R*
I keep ten to toss, don’t make me send them off {This still J.R. Writer}
Its still hot yall, it won’t stop yall
Till I’m boxed, you pricks couldn’t stop R
I keep a glock pa, hit u from blocks far
With shots that’ll turn a rapper into a pop star {this might be 400 bars right here}
From the pots jars pans, cookin up, to the war stories holmes I got scars
At the dealership, looking like a rock star
Officer, how I roll up and cop cars
You aint never got far
Tryin to beef wit J, I’m…..
He trails out after spittin for about 6 minutes and 6 seconds...Thats about 117 bars...If you know anything bout rap thats alot of effin bars
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