Shinobi Legends Forum
Casual => Spam => Topic started by: Ѕhadow on July 09, 2015, 02:38:40 PM
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DJ Shadow here, time to let your underground style shine through onto SL. Write down your best lines you can come up with and post 'em on here! :P
I'm ill as fuck
you bitches better duck
I'm coming in to attack
Your style is whack
Mine is like a venomous snake attack
that will bite you in the back
*drops mic* I'll accept my awards now. #rapgod
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Well let me see
its kinda fun to rhyme without a beat
Lemme think tell me what you drink
Ill have you on the brink of my sink
calling out to me screaming "oooh baby"
Yes indeed knock you off your feet
Best believe if you fuck with me
you will loose your teeth ill put that ass to sleep
Tell em who i be its the M A S A N to the E.
Ha! That was ignorant.
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So i guess ninjas can rap
Lemme get on the map
Explosive tag on your back
Turn yo ass to ash
Dont need your cash
Or your blood
Or your body
This my hobby
You just sloppy
Otsutsuki run this lobby!
#bars
Lol
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This should be fun...
It's that beast from the east about to rip through yo teeth/
Leaving you asphyxiated and wishing you'd follow yo creeds/
Lyrically, I'm an amateur with no lore of rapping to feast/
Call me Shinro, aka the acid king from Oto/
We murderers in the getho, but who the hell cares though/
It's not my style to be gone for a while, but my rep still flows/
Just ask the whores who be wishing for more as I savage the homes of those Daimyos/
I can't stop this sensation I'm facing when insanity is racing through the veins I'm slaying/
It's very gore here in Oto/
Did you really think we were playing?/
Face down with your throat slashed is where you'd be/
'Cause here in Otogakure, we represent the true meaning of SHINOBI/
And no, I don't rap. But this was fun enough for me to actually post something that's very... dark? I might post again. Someone top this please.
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Raifudo/
Raifudo/
Raifudo/
Raifudo/
Raifudo/
Oh there he go!
*Drops Mic*
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Okay so shit is gettin real/
Ichis gotta get his fill/
Spike your drink will pills and show you eyes that lie within the hills/
Keep the flow/
No standin still/
I swear i need a fuckin deal/
Cook you like you was my meal/
And make you feel the shit i spill/
Damn its time to switch it up/
Hit a lick to get the bucks/
Bust yo village gates and gentle fist you in the face like "What?!"/
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Im back on the scene
bout to make you niggas scream
Im the bad bitch on the team
girl ya man knows what I mean
im the realest ever seen
my flow is flammable like vasiline
making niggas disappear no Hiraishin.
#bars.
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This might sound crap.
But I'll try to rap.
I'll rather write a poem
But I'm gonna show'em
I'm gonna get a snack
I'll be right back.
I've never done this before
Ah hell I'll just go do a chore.
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Snaking through the forest, slinking among the leaves, a dark shadow creeps with ease.
Silent and foreboding, it showss no sign of strain, reached out to catch like the striking crane.
No movements wasted it catches its prey with tendrils of black, restraints coming in from the back,
a single cry rings out in the night, form lost in a futile fight, the Nara showed their might.
They carried that large stag, antlers priced by the pound, towards a small camp that they had found.
They were then met with a most terrible sight, a striking difference causing great fright,
chakras ablaze, physics they defy, everything changing in the blink of their eyes.
From shades of purple, grey, brown and blue, save for one, only crimson now showed true.
The stag lay among the grass, forgotten for now, left by its hunters to rot like a single mad cow.
That loner among them looked to his left and to his right, to see his family now gone from his sight.
His brown eyes fell upon the stag, soulless eyes returning the gaze, forever filled with a cloudy haze.
Despaired by what seemed a vain death, the loner took up the stag, taking up that dark flag,
carrying with him the stench of his deeds, to seek out his countrymen, return them to the Nara den.
But alas it was too late, the camp abandoned, the fire having been carelessly doused.
The loner wept till his cheeks were dry, a result of the great salt from every streak that flowed like a creek.
Then the loner saw his prize, antlers still ready for market, the meat still good, thick like a thicket.
He struck the fire, set it ablaze once more, removed the antler and set on one final chore,
in the cackling flame the meat simmered, attracting others lost in the dark, fearful of the crimson mark.
They all gathered about the fire, and told tales of their lost families and friends, gone with the new trend.
That loner wept at every tale, and so did the entire assembly, a dog and a cricket agreed verily,
that the crimson tide had brought their world low, taking joy and merriment with its flow.
When all the meat was done and the fire dimmed, the assembly dispersed, leaving the loner to his own roast,
feeling blame for the loss of his kin. With new resolve the man carried on, knowing that he would not drown forgotten.
He set forth to catch more stags and maybe some does, using wit and terrain to take down most foes,
using the shadows to cover his tracks for some, admitting defeat only when truly done.
The man became known for his use of shadows far and wide, respect granted without fratricide,
though few returned to the forgotten camp, even fewer newcomers tread, calling themselves Nara with him as Head.
Each stunned by the man's prized antler, proudly worn upon his head, like a crown to match his cred
obtained with his family, who left back at camp, borne and kept by that lone Nara scamp.
He hides in the shadows that he bends at will, taking all in the night, like his very first kill.
~ Eric Nara
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Rub a dub dub
I like to eat grub.
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I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick
watch me step over these niggas with the little dick
I thought I told these motha fuckers I am so ill bitch
talking all that shit will get yo ass a set of gills trick
Soak a nigga choke a nigga on my navy seal shit
if you gotta problem tell me how the fuck you feel bitch
all these weak ass ninja boy I had to hit the kill switch
if you want a piece then come and get this steel bitch
#Masane of 300
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Using the n-word won't get you heard,
least not by me, the mother-fuckin' g.
I'm out, floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee.
[Please don't shoot me,
I'm as white as the hair on Kakashi] :oops:
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Queen of the run on
stringin' words to-gether can't make no sense
yet it never seems to stop
think my head is gonna pop!
Hain't that hick of a chick never heard a da grammar
sticking thangs to-gether what
never shoulda coulda woulda made a sammy?
Livin' life a peasant
way off in the split kickin' seat of descent
at the last fitting war to ever hit this niche.
Singin' to the sand hits
where no one can even stand it.
Nights comin', nights goin'
Ichibi funnin', he gunnin', he blowin' such a ragin' storm
chitlens nevah knowin' when she ever gonna stop
think my head is gonna pop!
Allah seen her come to town
throws a tent upon the ground
she pitch it, that camel, she went ahead an hitch it
that sand flea got wheels, hain't such a mystery.
"What day is it" asked Poo.
"It's today", squeaked Piglet.
"You know what the fuck I mean!", said Poo.
Think my head is gonna pop!
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Oh Yes, this is godly, so godly.
Shout out the Shinigami, so Keito don't get ornery.
Who am I? Uzumaki Yujo
Bitch, you know me, only true friend to Tommi,
Koji?
Snipe yo ass from way the fuck away
But that's another story,
Talking bout puttin' Holes through Rakudo,
Glory.
I go harder than Zenaku's fist
But you know this,
Sell your soul for an unsalted corn chip.
The dopest Jinck of his day, Rusaku,
Secretly he's a tad bit gay,
Flamin' hotter than the Shining sun of the goddamn day!
RAW!
I'll go gates and hit with you that lawless shit,
What was that?
Screen flashin' Flawless bitch.
Stripped the Mist so I can get the Sanbi back,
They'll never see me,
Like what's underneath Kakashi's mask.
With proper acts I'm making sure that you loathe me, hate this
But still watch me move like Ranketsu's tits.
Now back me to me, I'm like a Genocide,
Wipe you out, leavin' you dead and dry.
Body made of threads and more heart than a Retard,
Taking on the world like Kayenta,
Real Hard.
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Ha. Look at this mother fucker thinking he can rap.
I spit back with a ferocious rap.
Tap Rusaku on the back he'll turn
be like who the fuck was that?
I'll tell you who it is
It's Shadow from Oto
Crunching on your corn chips since '05 unsalted potatoes
Talking about how you strip Sanbi from Kiri.
Striping beasts is easy to me see,
I've been doing that for the past few years.
You better slow down your gears
Taking one doesn't make you a king see
Dissing other shinobi doesn't make you an MC
You see? Yeah it's me.
Desist your whack beats.
They make me sick
The only thing by you that will
bring someone to their knees.
A genocide? HA.
I'll rip all your hearts out until you die
And that's that. .-. #startedfromthetopnowI'mhere
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Who the hell are you?! Comin' out of the blue?
Runnin' at bitches goin' "boo"?!
Damn son, I ain't tryna front with you...
but who the fuck is gon' screw with you?
Lemme show how it's done,
After this quick bank run
No guns, no puns; damn son
Why am I wasting my time on you?
When I look Yujo, it's like looking at Pluto,
You're only worth seeing in a photo
Goin' back 'n forth, I finally see what your worth,
You're only into chicks packin' real girth
It's time I make my cameo,
so I can twist you like an oreo,
while I'm wearing my mustachio,
better yet, I'll tear ya like a pistachio!
LETS. GET. CRACKING.
Before I acquit, I have something to admit...
Ranketsu wasn't packin' tits, but that real mean dick
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Shadow, I think I shall start with you.
A man who can't even beat Ichirou.
You're outdated, a flop, an old piece of news,
The only thing you do is make people snooze.
Now aside from your talent, lacking we're sure,
Shouldn't even mention your mother, your sister? The whore.
Going through more wires than a coat factory,
And her ratings on yelp were just, Satisfactory.
Genesis, who are you again?
That failed clan Yumei began?
Or was it you, that in the face death,
To run away till you were just out of breath.
Whatever the case may be you've struck at me,
Too bad nobody cares for a dorky kid with acne.
How about you go back and revise your beats,
but until then, be quiet, and you both have a seat.
I am at the top of the game, nobody can best,
It's certainly okay if you feel oppressed.
You two are boring, insignificant pests,
Just leave now and continue your fruit flavored quest.
What quest I speak? You may detest,
The one where you try and get men undressed.
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Allow me to reintroduce myself...
The name is Genesis; That's Gene with a S I S,
I only run from bitches,
but you chill with snitches,
So when I'm done with you, you're gonna need a few stitches
Look at me, look at me
This kid with acne could spit more game than you, and I ain't tryna be flashy
You think you're quite the fighter? I think you're a hack writer,
After all, you lost to a shark fetish fighter
With these final words, I'll retire from the game that had me stirred:
"The name's Genesis, and I'm danker than that Cali weed, word."
(It's been real guys. I'm leaving at the top of my game like Jordan.)
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Yall niggas wild
what was that you say?
Bout to run circles round you bums all day
know ya girl sit on top like a tupe.
Skating on these fools no Lupe
But I aint tryna get involved
looks like the beef was solved
im above this shit, next level, evolved