Ball''s in your court. Throw it down..
Ball''s in your court. Throw it down..
Eh couldn't wait
I'm finnda smoke this thing - an no I won't 'duce' it.
If I give you a shot bro - I expect you to use it.
If not... - simply, 'move it' -
you're too tripped to do this.
An ill 'send' these two scripts with true grit to prove it...
You commit heinous crimes - while I'm 'dope' like mainlines.
Your roasted 'main-lines've no hope to contain mine..
You've boasted many times, an I'm all for staged hype.
But if you seek to convey something -
You'd best say it right.
Last edited by smoothtung; 12-20-2011 at 10:47 AM.
four letter word's is the just of what you contain
an over edcuated nerd who spends
countless hours behind his P.C. aquiring game
while my graphic nature sends shocks to your brain
this copy and paste rapper is falser
than wrong answers and I'm sure of this claim
dismember this man's body place his parts in a drain
incase you didnt know let truth be told
i rip mic's as well as the hearts of men
As this verbal exchange between the two comes to an end
recgonize the facts, I'm not your friend
your raps suck, you whack fuk, I'm nuts
refuse to loose is the motto; so tell me smoooth, do you comprehend?
Last edited by DuceDaMicRipper; 12-21-2011 at 07:20 PM.
I've a verbal artillery with a murderous delivery...
My 'cerberus' verses are merciless versus ur syllabary.
similarly,
I'm a visionary with an expeditionary itinerary.
You fight a literary dictionary, who to you, won't listen fairly.
This edition, will rarely allow life after preliminary.
The way I carry extemporarily is appreciatively legendary.
Im increasingly predatory in an intriguing category.
My blitzkreig births glory stories like 'Pilgrims allegory'
Let this swift written 'skn' your script gorily -
I've sinnish wit an to use it's explanatory.
You string distinctly extinct styles horridly.
Mine 'contains' a widely wilder roar than your piece...
Last edited by smoothtung; 12-21-2011 at 08:50 PM.
Ur 4 letter thing motivated my older style a bit
smooth, when you hav some free tyme could you take a listen to some of my recorded studio tracks and share your thoughts on what you think of em'? I'd appriciate it bro...
http://www.jukeboxalive.com/duce1119
Yea no problem
To I don't have a computer, do all my **** over my Droid an that site ain't let me play the streams. If u wana email them...?
Send it again..had full email
ok, i just finished sending you 3 different emails. each email has 2 songs attached to it. Sorry i did it that way but it was taking to long to attach all the files at once. let me know that you recieved them ok and if they play.
Thats you spittin?
yep, thats me spittin. track labeled "14" i spit the first 2 verses and the hook and the 3rd verse is one of my homies. On track labeled "11" thats me on the first verse and hook and one of my homies on the second verse.
Should send me some beats an let me write some lyrics for ya...
U got a sick/crisp flow an could spit my multi syllables well
alrite yo, i've sent you 3 beats as of now. let me know which one you feel the most. the first 1st and 3rd beats i sent are private productions, produced by one of my homies but the second beat, labeled "bounce 2 this" aka pirate ship is just some beat i got on the web. its hella sick tho
The Land of Smiles
The Landing was violent, c0ck-pit was quiet
And for my dollar the flight was on auto pilot.
Jet lag when i arrive I'm tired
eyes drowsy & water
more than all the fluid that borders the island.
The sea sneaks in a sweet & silent breeze A single tear trickle
down my cheek
As the sun rays glide across the street With the grace of a figure skaters feet.
I'm Home, the flight longer then intended
making my back the center of attention
With my hemorrhoids flaring up with a lingering resentment
Ice protrudes from the perspiring coca cola glass
A cold soda always has act
as if it was designed to counteract an open gash
Receptionist rolls out the welcome Matts
A service tray with cool towel and healthy snacks
Bombarded with pamphlets and visitor maps,
A heavy reading content if i can't manage to navigate the complex
The bell hop spoke with a thick accent
More than a baggage handler he was a pimp actually
He promised women of mixed stature
A rare attraction and a box spring gluteus Maximus
His thoughts seem to shed some light
As the resort was packed with people from all walks of life
Elderly couples enjoyin the summer nights
To the single types looking for a fling if your talk was right Outside
of the resorts confinement
My will power was tested like some sort of assignment
Women with beauty so astounding
But like a flaw in a diamond a look closer you'll see what’s inside em
Lush European businesses meant to camouflage the poverty environment Locals living in dilapidated houses playing hostess to foreigners constantly smiling at them Little kids and the less fortunate pan handle in front clubs so openly
To the desperation of women focusing, their attention to a man who promise them love hopefully
A place we call paradise
Could easily be hell with a deeper insight Prostitution, drugs and famine such a seductive invite
See if you can make that fit to.the first beat.
Verse 1 - beat 1
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