bad girls thinking their big shots + other assorted freestyles

[sixtoo]

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub
She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
And next weekend you invite her to your home
You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

She's a big shot. You know your dream girl
She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
She's a big shot. You thought you could school her
She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that popular school kid?
The always have been, always will be cool kid?
The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school

He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey
He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
He's a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
Than them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
Art you'll capture finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a parody of your passion
You tell friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him right now

I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props
The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop

[Cylor]

You tell em, G.

[Dameon Angell]

fo shizzle

[zx.]

i saw a girl trying to use a computer once..... they seem to de-volve. random bashing, slobering, strange noises.... wasnt pretty. the look of confusion was scary

[sixtoo]

heh that was just the look of disappointment in her eyes, knowing you only invited her to your house for one thing, an it wasn't for the aqward silence

[Hoju]

they're*

[sixtoo]

hah hoju, if I didn't know any better
that avatar is encryptic,

quit shaking your cock in my face :eek:

[Bob (SRB)]

I'd like to hear audit and kid kaos' input on this. BUST SOME RHYMES, YO.

[sixtoo]

a sad clown singing sad sad songs

I was alone and my train was late that night
I saw a crumpled man
blinded by the life that he treated himself to
crippled from the nights
receiving
endless beatings that even a house couldn't endour
palm race
sky whispers
making up belongings
collected on the floors
singing sobs
to no one
about nothing
but crying
because they mean
so much

its these babblers that keep his life going
keep the nickles flowing
deep within his cup
there we both were
framed an aqward silence
an I was in his living room
and baiting his trust
he finally said to me
that
he had one last ciggerette to smoke
and it was time to give it up
but he laughed and at it
he wasn't sure which to give up
his life or the habit
he said its my habits that make my fingers weak
when my chances came I couldn't grab it
but its my life that made it hard
and when my opportunities were there for free
I chose my habits

I half smiled and offered the most apathedic nod that I could counjour up
and said

I hear you brother
Ive got problems too
but words won't fill your cup

I've got responsibilities to face
and their woven tight to my dreams
I've got more bills to pay then I have time
and I'm starting to ripp at the seems
I've got a plan
and I know that if I stick to it
I can accomplish happiness
I've got goals to beat my will
but lately its been hard to accept the challenge

and he said

man thats god talking to you
and I don't know why you can't see
your so blind that you can't spare to make change
because all your focus is on at me
all wrapped up in your own skin
that you can't help set an old man free
I've been in your shoes before
it feels like yesterday
I've not at all
my exsistance has been a blink
and for the life of me
I can't remember what I saw

That made so much sence to me
even though I convinced myself
that
he was totally insane
I bent over and lit a ciggerette
and told him to mind his own business
because I was just waiting for my train

he said I've been waiting here forever just dieing in my skin
and the only reason your living life is because your curious
what'll happen in the end.

that might be true
but why should I pay my hard earned attention
of vagabond docturn
if you've got so much knowledge to give
why not treat yourself to what your offering

you probably have lived a hard life
and I apologize
but I have my own problems
that you couldn't understand
just like alot of guys now

heres a couple bucks
go buy yourself whatever makes you happy
even though I promised myself
to never pay for you to make my city look trashy

he refused the money
he sat there singing songs of love and hate
I crammed the change in my pocket
called him a lunatic
and went on with my weight

as I stood there
hovering
near his tiny frame
I could feel his eyes judging me sadly

its as if he had to convince me
that my life was on the wrong track
and I needed it badly

I said

hey old man your ciggerette's all smoked up
its time for you to leave
he looked at the trail of ash on his shirt
and smiled as if it gave him some sort of relief

he propped himself up
collected his life
and got prepared to become one with the night
he turned around
and wished me with my luck
with all my plans
and said something about learning to walk before I ran

before I knew it he was out of my sight
and I'd already forgotten his reasonings
I can hear my train coming
home was on my mind
not his cryptic meanings

another traveller was on the platform
and for some reason he was running towards me
all I could see was his eyes
but its his words that will always stick with me
through his heavy brassey ass
if I had just spent time with the old man
I nodded in affirmation
and tried to calm him
so he could tell me why he ran

he said

man that was god talking to you
how could you not see
that was god talking right to your face
trying to hand you the keys
he was right here
and I can't understand why you chose to make him leave
he just died in my arms
right outside the station
and said you were his only friend
he begged me to tell you about his life
make you see the light
give you your chance again

I cringed at the reality that was facing me
I told the man I had no time for this
and on my way I had to be
right about that time
my train pulled up
and I made my escape
I sat in the empty plastic seat
and held tight to my fate
it was decades ago
and now I sit singing on my own platform
my belongings stoed tightly in my bags
handing out my sad sad songs

and I say its my habits that make my fingers weak
when my chances come I can't grab it
but its my life that makes it hard
and when my opportunities are there, I chose my habits

I have no responsiblities
and as a result
I no longer need my dreams
I don't have any bills to pay
its like I'm free but I'm really in captivity
I don't have any plan
except to just sit here and try and weather the storm
I wish I had goals
but if I had those
I wouldn't be sitting here on my platform singing your songs

[sixtoo]

I'll speak for em, audit will hold me down, kaos would rather blaze

[abrasion]

Audit suxx0rz

[abrasion]

If you just wrote all that, im going to slap you.

[wadi]

You don't need two threads, and your thread header needs adjusting so that it actually informs people about the content within.

Merged.

[sixtoo]

so what your saying wadi, its ok to post up some lyrics six, just don't fucking make each one a thread, as for the headers, their the song names, they do have meaning partaining to the stuff found inside.

[wadi]

so what your saying wadi, its ok to post up some lyrics six, just don't fucking make each one a thread, as for the headers, their the song names, they do have meaning partaining to the stuff found inside.

Song titles rarely let you know they're songs, and yes it's fine to post lyrics but don't make a new thread everytime. You can title your individual messages and still put something informative in the thread header.