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what are MC's?
Mc lyrics
- Thread starter mc twister d
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- May 19, 2008
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- Peckham
He was a legend!!...yet so confused
Master of Ceremonies; y'know, like at weddings n stuff.
Would pay so much money to see him MC at a dnb gig, just for absolute laughs. And yeah, I don't think he knew what a DJ was
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Africa. Jamaica. India. Brighton.
Rhymes. Rhymes. Rhymes. Bars.
Drogba. Berbatov. Torres. My Mate terry down the pub
It's a shame they don't do sets together more often, SP is there tomorrow and it would be nice if he came on halfway through the set and gave GQ a break...
...being the old boy that he is these days
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- Northampton
Things are bad when you steal lyrics from Devvo.
If your serious, I'm speechless.
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It's a shame that SP doesnt do more big events seeing as he is now so enamoured with what DBridge and them are doing. Good on him though, sticking to his principles and ting...
Moskit
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Which troll on here used to hate on SP constant, cus' he loved off SDC so bad, kid was a dickhead but had me in stitches with one quote...
Had been going on about Bassman B'day Bash & loads of peeps were goading him, saying SP/GQ/Stamina et al were a million times better...
He comes back with something along the lines of:
Had been going on about Bassman B'day Bash & loads of peeps were goading him, saying SP/GQ/Stamina et al were a million times better...
He comes back with something along the lines of:
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Hahahahhaa
this was funny. ive been endlessly wracking my brain coming up with these puns but cant beat this.
SMDtheMC
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- Location
- Rochester, NY
Couple of my personal favorites:
Welcome to the; New Decade
2010; Now Let's play
Time to get; real messay
so big it up; yo chest mate
steadily making perfect arrangements writin' my bars like scripts to a play then
never switchin' n changin' stickin' to statements that I'm spittin' n sayin'
on all these mixes I'm makin'; don't care if you diss them or rate them
I'll still persistently make them cuz I'm an addict to creatin'
and I ain't sick of the hatin'; matter fact I live for the hatin'
can't have god w/ out satan; so ain't no love w/ out hate then; NAW
Ya rhymes ain’t shit/ my flow’s the poo poo/ look like willy wonka river/ don’t make me Augustus Gloop you/
Throw you in the flow/ and see if you could swim/ but the undertow is strong/ you drown even wit a fin/
Originally sin/ baptize the masses/ with lyrics that’s for thinkers/ not those minds of molasses/
Talk shit like Cassius/ back it up like Clay/ Just know I mean every fucking thing that I say
Weak MCs, want beef wit me
So I’ma eat em G
They lookin’ like a piece of meat, fork and knife’ll be my speech
Cut em up swallow pieces
Fuckin’ up they hollow thesis
After that they fold like creases
Candy rappers like empty Reeses
Candy bars they flow the sweetest
Mines hard like food in freezers
And they sharp like thorns in Jesus
Then like him you dead
But no testament you just deceased its
A million pieces you left in
When SM’ D beastes u pon the set
A little hiphop bit I did for a new track as well: http://soundcloud.com/smd-the-mc/smd-victim-of-the-game
Fuckin' wit S like losin' all ya pieces in chess, mate, check the rate at which weak emcees'll get ate...clean plate, take yo gal for dessert, the perfect pastry after a night of puttin' in work; Job is never done, round the clock, like arab stores, count on S havin' flows like AIDS not being cured, or cancer either spit random ether at cats that feel the burn, and spread like a germ into ya nearest speaker, told you I’m sick, ya’ll thought I was jokin, the way I spit I got the lungs of an eighty year smoker, so when they say I’m black on the inside they ain’t lyin’, got more drive than K Bryant, when it come to great rhymin’, ya’ll cop out like L. James, and join others, stealin’ shine like a leach, while I’m great and bone mothers, muhfucka, you got damn right, they got kids then that mean that they put out right?, can I live? It’s reasonable to doubt my life n times, but why? There’s no blueprint to Sean’s life, American gangsta in his prime, and while we talkin’ albums, I wanna show you some pictures, not visually I break it down into thousand word incriminates... take a listen, Welcome to New Rome, dense lines fa ya minds, not empty like New Homes, From the Roc where cats Run n Shoot like June Jones, your grocerer’s freezer ain’t seen this many Tombstones, S break molds ya’ll cats is new clones, Keep sayin’ the same shit in your so called new flows, or worse freestyles you’ve rehearsed for 2 months, while I come off the top more than a titty dude does, wit dolly parton in front of em, no frontin’ son I got you open like Buck n dem, shine like the moon after sunnin’ em, illuminate this dark world from which I came, where everyone’s eventually a victim of the game
Welcome to the; New Decade
2010; Now Let's play
Time to get; real messay
so big it up; yo chest mate
steadily making perfect arrangements writin' my bars like scripts to a play then
never switchin' n changin' stickin' to statements that I'm spittin' n sayin'
on all these mixes I'm makin'; don't care if you diss them or rate them
I'll still persistently make them cuz I'm an addict to creatin'
and I ain't sick of the hatin'; matter fact I live for the hatin'
can't have god w/ out satan; so ain't no love w/ out hate then; NAW
Ya rhymes ain’t shit/ my flow’s the poo poo/ look like willy wonka river/ don’t make me Augustus Gloop you/
Throw you in the flow/ and see if you could swim/ but the undertow is strong/ you drown even wit a fin/
Originally sin/ baptize the masses/ with lyrics that’s for thinkers/ not those minds of molasses/
Talk shit like Cassius/ back it up like Clay/ Just know I mean every fucking thing that I say
Weak MCs, want beef wit me
So I’ma eat em G
They lookin’ like a piece of meat, fork and knife’ll be my speech
Cut em up swallow pieces
Fuckin’ up they hollow thesis
After that they fold like creases
Candy rappers like empty Reeses
Candy bars they flow the sweetest
Mines hard like food in freezers
And they sharp like thorns in Jesus
Then like him you dead
But no testament you just deceased its
A million pieces you left in
When SM’ D beastes u pon the set
A little hiphop bit I did for a new track as well: http://soundcloud.com/smd-the-mc/smd-victim-of-the-game
Fuckin' wit S like losin' all ya pieces in chess, mate, check the rate at which weak emcees'll get ate...clean plate, take yo gal for dessert, the perfect pastry after a night of puttin' in work; Job is never done, round the clock, like arab stores, count on S havin' flows like AIDS not being cured, or cancer either spit random ether at cats that feel the burn, and spread like a germ into ya nearest speaker, told you I’m sick, ya’ll thought I was jokin, the way I spit I got the lungs of an eighty year smoker, so when they say I’m black on the inside they ain’t lyin’, got more drive than K Bryant, when it come to great rhymin’, ya’ll cop out like L. James, and join others, stealin’ shine like a leach, while I’m great and bone mothers, muhfucka, you got damn right, they got kids then that mean that they put out right?, can I live? It’s reasonable to doubt my life n times, but why? There’s no blueprint to Sean’s life, American gangsta in his prime, and while we talkin’ albums, I wanna show you some pictures, not visually I break it down into thousand word incriminates... take a listen, Welcome to New Rome, dense lines fa ya minds, not empty like New Homes, From the Roc where cats Run n Shoot like June Jones, your grocerer’s freezer ain’t seen this many Tombstones, S break molds ya’ll cats is new clones, Keep sayin’ the same shit in your so called new flows, or worse freestyles you’ve rehearsed for 2 months, while I come off the top more than a titty dude does, wit dolly parton in front of em, no frontin’ son I got you open like Buck n dem, shine like the moon after sunnin’ em, illuminate this dark world from which I came, where everyone’s eventually a victim of the game
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^^ I'd say the drums and the bass play a fairly major role in that.
