Rap Session Logs
Instead of the usual, let's do it a bit more formally...
CoLd BlooDed:
Alright, cool, can you hear me loud and clear?
Call me kryptonite cause bitch you're about to know fear
I hope you're chasing your rum and coke with beer
don't let me near, because I'll lacerate your throat
and I hope you choke on your ice cubes n coke
make my work go faster than putting your neck in a rope
this is your last hope, so you better be praying
that I show mercy in your almost inevitable slaying
and you'll be braying like a goat when I'm done playing
call me the lion, put me in a cage, and just try your hand at taming
Danger:
Okay, okay, I get your gist...
Calling yourself Kryptonite, while your words are like mist.
Weak; like the fog, creepy, but ankle-deep and moist like a bog.
Laughable, son. I expected better, bro, but I guess it's down top the frog.
That's caught in your throat at the thought of a real hero,
A veritable pirate of the rhythm, rap's Captain Nero!
You use words like "almost" to describe my demise?
Your death is certain, bitch, just like a babies cries.
So you like sex with goats, hey, to each his own...
But watch out, son, the hair in your zipper is like a smoking gun.
Check.
CoLd BlooDed:
listen up, before you become washed out like swimmin laps
in order to successfully wield verbal gats...
you must first acknowledge that rap don't need no vocabulary!
lower the quality, make it understood if necessary
because no joe schmoe is going to understand "veritable"
Psylis:
sessions about to get started
so i'll go first like handy cap parking
and spit some stuff that'll have you looking half way retarded
it's just a session, MOS psylis and cold blooded
don't front on the crew cause we just too rugged
there women all love us and there boyfriends hate us
i'll write a billion bars and will never be famous
just give me the riches, and a 64 with a couple of switches
and a has been ex model chicks digits
it's not 16 but i'll pass it off early
and let man of steel ride it out like a new hurley
*passes the mic to danger*
Danger:
Kay, 'kay, here we go...
I once was a stuck-up prat, but that was befo'.
Now I'm down with the slang and up with the beat,
Alive with the flow, freestyling in the street.
I get all the looks, from the chicks so hot,
Like DoD over there, she thinks she's hiding but she's not.
All your girls too; they want me, you know they do--
But I'm not like that, bro's before ho's for sure.
CB's sister, though... her I'd take in a split second.
But I like my balls where they are, I reckon.
So the message I want to give is.....
Your mom likes my jizz.
>_>
CoLd BlooDed:
earn your trophy, get your medal
or get on your bike and in the other direction you'll pedal
tread calmly, these are dark waters...
Don't wanna get your feet chomped off by jaws incisors
don't try climbin 'cause you'll get caught on the wires
then fall off like a raggitydoll and get run over by sixteen tires
pull the allnighter, spray the diesel and flick the lighter
setting the city on fire
like Jim Morrison said, if they said I never loved you you know they are a liar
but I digress..
I really just want to see YOUR sister without a dress
don't care about age, about looks, because in the end it'll be a mess
I don't aim to impress
but unless you're willing to sacrifice your dignity... send me her email address
and don't come aknockin because you'll find me shirtless
Psylis:
i told yall before that i flip it from the south
and if you don't like my style, i'll shove a katana in your mouth
and make it say 'hi' to your entrails
belived me when I say that this story doesn't end well
i'm running things like kathy lee ran all those sweat shops
and i'm dropping it hotter than those hulk hogan leg drops
cause i'm way pass the average, a savage like logan is.
dropping it long range like them boeing jets
catch me in vegas pulling capers for papers
and i gotta stay away from the fakers and line theyre skulls up with tracers
we got machettes phasers and lazers
for any fag who thought they were close to being greater.
thas all...
ClouD:
all i see is...
just a katana?
come on man - you should try harder
i know what i'll wash your filthy mouth out with
my semen, see men? this is a demon
c to the l to the p - e - e - enis
so stop stealing my freedoms and i'll stop selling you evil
little lines that show that i'm sealing the deal with, everybody on Dreaming -
views, out of your ears and into my mouth
or maybe the other way, like you do it down south
and now, i've run out of lines to cut out, abruptly cut and retard to then strut
so shout out, and let me hear you rise up
the end of my corny rhymes cuz my times up
oh NO i rhymed up with up
oh well.
the end
dreamingofdreaming:
lets see we got a man of steel and a man of freeze
mutherfuckers would lvoe to get me down on my knees
but what they don't know and soon will realize
i'll haunt thier dreams and kill and terrorize
fuck
so i'll be the jill to your little jack
and pop your ass down this hill, dude you aint stacked
ok i don't know, done lol
PhilosopherStoned:
I sitting here with my laptop and a bottle of wine
listening to some fools spout off lines
you know i'm drunk just a little bit
and if there was any green, you know I'd take a hit
but now i'm spitting lines like a gradeschool girl
i guess they rhyme but i'd like to have some time
six aint bad
Danger:
A'ight, boys and lone girl, you fuckers ready for this?
Kiza: Yes sir
Rhetorical question, dumbass. I knew somebody'd diss...
A lot of y'all are bound to get offended.
Cuz my scheme is cosmically distended.
By which I mean I'm hard for you, hon.
Your face turns me off, but your ass turns me on.
Not that I'm gay, I just like ClouD.
wait, no, bad dream, what's happened? Ow'd.
CoLd BlooDed:
But in all seriousness, folks...
In order to make an omelette you gotta break a few yolks
Yes, that was a joke, maybe you'll laugh a little more after takin this toke
What, you don't smoke?
What are you, holier than the fuckin Pope?
Oh, where is the hope... the humanity, the humanity!
Can't suffer anymore from this calamity
Slowly plunging into the abyss of insanity
Calling your relatives trannys and GILFS (grannys)
Wouldn't you like to pinch my fanny
Wait, what the fuck, MoS, that was just part of my rapping!
Alright, alright, let's get to the poetics... we've had enough of these rhymin dilemnas
You can feel the tremor underneath you, quakin like I'm about to eat you
You're shaking because you know I'ma beat you
I know you've got a few screws loose, and you'll have even more once I've knocked out a tooth
Your crew doesn't have the power to convey your truth
Fuck I'm being talked to
Now put your hands up like you're in a voting booth,
who won this round, if you had to choose?
I'll step back from the stage, and let you know I didn't lose.
let me know*
Psylis:
before i grabbed the mic I had to get it with ovenmits
CB lit that shit up like mickey Ds and I was loving it
and i'm a part time crazy guy and a full time schitzo
and the ladies tell me that my style is slicker than crisco
I try to get really tough, but I'm still not cold enough
I let CB handle the rough shit when it starts getting rough
cause he can hulk out on the bars
and people start dropping like stars
I heard he had a sniper rifle with bullets dipped in sars
....hell thats all i got.
slayer:
Alright here I go
Trying to keep up with the rythem and flow
When I try to rap I feel like a clown
All these raps make me feel a little down
So I hand the mic to the next person in line
because it seems that I'm running out of time.
I tried my best but didn't get far
So excuse me while I escape in my getaway car
The end.
PhilosopherStoned:
I got steely dan rocking my beats, inspiring me to turn up the heat
you want rythm, you want lines, i love that shit
I'm steeped in it from jerry garcias scarlet begonias
I can't even think right now
metcalfracing:
I'm a cold blooded ganksta, primed from the streets
I stand fresh to impress with my masterful beats
I'm a leader, a president
Ohio fuckin resident
I smack a bitch up
all these girls wanna get hitch'd up
I tell em step back ho, I don't roll like that
they say, please man let me suck yo fat....
lollypops
They taste good
I definately wasn't talkin bout my wood
Okay I'm done
CoLd BlooDed:
Alright, is everyone in? The celebration is about to begin...
WAKE UP! I've got your motherfucking face in a cup, you're drowning in water, what the fuck?
Guess that's what we call tough luck, tough love for little punks
Take em out one by one, two by two on brass knucks
I hold the power to stop sem-trucks
Subconsciously however, I work my way from the inside
Make sure I'm the doctor you confide in
I'll know all your secrets by the end of the session, no progression here cause you're still hidin
Lying, freak findin
Get your thrills like Michael did before we found him dyin
I'll make you swallow my words like their prescription pharmaceuticals
Take two every three hours, and make sure you chew them well
Oh come on, you know the doctors can send ya straight to hell
First by paving your way to the wishing well, can't you tell
Anybody with a piece of paper can give you drugs to sell
Here that? Ringing bells, alarms telling you that you're losing brain cells
Take these pills.
You'll feel better in a couple of days, and if you don't? Oh well.
Woops, I rhymed my rhyme with a previous rhyme and it's about rhyme I pass the rhyme
So onto the next rhymer... rhyme away...
That's my time!
Danger:
I was going to do an epic hit on all of you fools,
But then I realized, they do that at your schools.
I was going to say how much I loved your moms,
And how good your sisters looked wearing naught but pom-poms...
But I ain't got the heart, cause you guys are pals
you've all got your ways, your separate styles.
'Course, I'm the best, I know you know...
Kiza: You seem to have misspelled 'gayest', MoS
I've got the zest, that indubitable flow.
Oh, you knucklehead, you wanna diss?
how bout we talk about that time you totally watched me piss?
Kiza is a big fat gay, like that fag Richard Simmons.
He samples lots of penis, and drinks lots of semens.
He sings like a queer, can't rap worth shit....
But hey, his sister is hot, and his mom is my bitch.
Psylis:
up in dv and we're keeping it live
and if you don't like it you can GET OUT like mark75
I do this for myself, but I love yall too
and i'll still bag some trash like the blue man group
I'm looking for a chick that can really get down
she can suck me dry like a fresh shamwow
this is tru fax vira, i got no regrets
I had to get it off my chest before the server reset
and hit you all off with something that you'll never forget
kiza likes jackets and he rhymed for a bit
cloud broke his foot in my ass and it still hurts when I shit
and just when the flow was nice like a tea party
MOS came in and started pissing on every body
damn.....I wanted to say something to metcalfracing
i bet his keybord looks fucking amazing
shades busts in like seinfields kramer
MOS tell that fool he's about to be in danger
.....i'm done
CoLd BlooDed:
Let the piano soothe your soul...
Hearye, hearye, you've all come to hear me
Come closer, be near me
I've got an elite team and we're the best chosen for breeding
We the craziest motherfuckers you'll ever be meeting
Psylis, MoS, Cloud, Kiza...
we got enough bodies to fill a mufuckin deep freezaaa
(haha)
And yeah, my momentum may be failing me
But at least the feds won't be tailing me
because I be packing enough power to be mistaken as a WMD
instead, fuck bush and the liberals, go ahead and drop LSD
your minds eye will open to the infinite possibilities
maybe you'll learn how to rap, instead of being lil waynes mini me
my name is CoLd BlooDed, and I can freeestyle
you see my pictures with the girls and we're all plastered with smiles
it will only take a while
to teach my finesse, please line up single file
get dancing on the linoleum tile
Oh, shit, I said LSD, not acid
now it looks like you're choking up bile
Er, I think I've gone on long enough, that will be all from my lips
Shades:
The sun rose as I got out of bed,
My arms and legs felt like lead,
A long day was ahead you see,
And my mind was the key.
[/chorus]
It was a very good day,
A very long day,
A waste of time day,
Kiza: Shit, this guys got a CHORUS
A rapping is terrible day,
So I walked out the door and went to the car,
I knew I'd be driving near and far,
So I open the door and hear a sound,
Id better take this stranger to the fucking pound.
[/chorus]
It was a very good day,
A very long day,
A waste of time day,
Kiza: WOAH ANOTHER CHORUS
A rapping is terrible day.
I walk into the room, A man with a broom, Greets me in a friendly way, I get the impression he is gay.
[/chorus again]
Kiza: Holy shit, Shades, you made a whole song
Ok, I suck today. And no, that isn't part of the rap.
ClouD:
shaky shaky, smells good, hit the beat
let's break it down, how i feel right about now
it's getting cold
colder with drowning the sound out
of this chat, beeping and shit, i'm feeling a foul mouth
eating the rap, swallowing it, screaming too damn loud
i'm getting angry
but us motherfucikers, we never frown see
we always sit down, see?
listening
eventually giving in
"will you fuck off right now please?"
but only in pm
pretending we're still so Zen
Green, Blue, Red, fucking say it again
We're the PO-LICE
the bees knees
fucking covered in honies
and both get sticky
so i don't think you're that funny
picking up on my lyrical tendencies to get a little runny
now cloud is fucking raining 'n this shit aint gonna be sunny
I can also freestyle
but it's not sweet, not so cunning
it's more like me fucking you in the ass, and then cumming ()
STUNNING
Like a blind man running
retarded children too, right into my arms humming
like fighting my moves
slowing my groove too
disabled people attacking me from the zoo
ignoramus
escaped animals driving insane, us
trusting our brains and running into my anus
i'm losing it arent I?
losing my brain and it's quite painless
losing my shame, and it's really quite aimless
but tame is keeping me caged in
i think i've had enough of rapping this day, and
and and and and
fuck it.
Vira:
To the west, to the east,
Here them chanting from across the sea,
Never thought you’d hear a rhyme from me
Got tension coursing through my shoulders,
Here’s hoping I can move some boulders.
I’ll give a shot, not much that I got.
Not my best plot.
Like the rest of you,
Hope this’ll do,
'Cause now I’m through.
(Done....)
give it*
Danger:
Danger drops it like it's hot.
picks it up like Snoop Dogg.
DOGGGY STYLE
'Mkay
I'm just gonna sorta roam here, folks.
Cover a lot of ground, break in these new soles.
you know how you get those looks
When you're out in the mall, looking at books
About erotic sex encounters and howto please your woman?
Yeah, of course you don't, you're a fucking whoreman.
See, down here in the South,
We make women use their mouth
For things other than common speaking, you see.
Like eating sweet potato pie and drinking ice tea?
What? What'd you think I was gonna say?
blowjobs? Cocksucking? What, are you gay?
Sheesh, man, blowjobs are for fags.
real men fuck pies, and sheep in the crags.
You know why the Scots wear kilts 'stead of pants?
The Irish say it's the sheep, but that's just one stance
really it's because Scotsmen have balls too big for your pussy trou
These boys need breathing room, oh and how!
Just ask your mom, your sisters too,
They'll tell you we're biger than the zebra at the zoo.
how they know, I didn't want to ask...
But hell, it's not my place to take them to task.
If your sis likes that sort of thing, it's fine by me..
I hear it runs in your twisted family.
Nah, I kid, you guys are cool as hell.
wait, no, Kiza's gonna say how gay that is, you smell!
You think I should stop, but I'm not done yet...
I've got a few more lines, then i'll leave, fun chat.
First there's some stuff I just gotta adress...
Like why the hell ClouD's pink, c'mon, confess.
you wanna be Mark75, don't you, Jake?
It's a shame, I thought you were coler than that abominable fake.
cooler*
Gender misplacement, everybody on DV's got it....
Except me and DuB, we're men an' we flaunt it.
Kiza's a homo, that much is plain..
His homo-erotic insults turn him on, I'm afraid.
Vira, she's too cool for us geks,
geeks*
But she hangs out with us anyway, and calls us freaks.
Shades, he thinks he's cool, with his sunglasses and rifle.
Meh, he's okay, but his bullet? A trifle.
Yeah, I just said he's got a small penis.
You heard me, that's right, what a fetus.
Lwet's see, who'd I leave out?
Oh, Psylis, barely worth talking about.
He's drunk or he's high, dunno which,
Does it really matter? He's such a little bitch...
That's all you guys, named and pwnd,
Time to get this chat renamed...and rezoned.
We'll call it Danger's House of Own.
Psylis:
*snatches the mic from MOS*
"named and pwned" motherfucker chill out, cause bitch it's on.
I seen harder people than you in my looses of stools
everything was cool, but now you can suck my tool.
your rhymes are feather weight at best
you're softer than hippo's upper right breast
don't interupt now, cause you know you're not ready
I'm about to start some night mares like my name was freddy
if you added up my styles you get one hundered and two
you popped off first, but now i'm doing the gunning
i pull your skin fuck off and leave your skeleton running
cunning you're not, son, you're not the shit
you couldn't beat me if i was your dick
you're tripple a trying to step up to the pros
but i'll chop you up and have you fed to the crows
they'll probably throw it up cause the don't like pork
and the news will show report how i did this shit for sport
your father should've pulled out and saved us some time
then we woudln't have heard that wack ass rhyme
yeah i had to do it, and pop your little bubble
and i'll make you burry yourself with your own shovel.
*throws the mic down*
Danger:
I want to reply, to this shoddy guy.
Hey there, son, how you doin' tonight?
I'd hit you a lick, but you'd be out like a light
And that's no fun, I want to conscious
you*
While I mentally rape you, pseudo-obnoxious.
You think you're so hot, a flame, burning up
But you couldn't get it up if Jessica Alba lifted her skirt.
Incompetent? Nah, just impotent.
A few cards short of a straight, already spent.
Like a bad check, all you do is bounce.
All you've got is words, you cheap flounce.
Think you can take me on, punk?
I got news for you; you got no spunk.
You're a limp barrel that shoots only blanks.
My metaphrical cannon blows through tanks.
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