RF's Younger Years

[Fero Blaque]

Allright I couldn't think of a proper thread title but who gives a shit right ? Here's what you're supposed to do : Copy 'n paste or type up an old rhyme you wrote like years back. I came across some very old writtens on my old computer, 'n that style was rough around the edges 'n plain raw man. Some real microphone material I couldn't write now In terms of mic-presence.

Here goes :

Back on track like fixed trains punchin' sky high like weed strains creating some steam just to let my heat reign
Drop my tongue along with some acid rain , Em the illest ? ask a-gain unless you wanna play against the grain
Stompin' you in a casket 6 feet beneath the vein cause you should know I'm here to stay like oil stains
Move down my cave , 'n meet my comments sharp like meat cleavers clever like professors beefin’
Oh now you’re retreating , you heads are speakers through wich I’m speaking non – deceiving like Jesus
Through some words I’m preaching because I see these leeches “I’m coming for you” faggits I mean It
I’m the one bound to be creative makin’ powermoves like sedatives , It’s simple but I did make It
Drop the promo , oh yeah my pockets Inflating and my mind spacing through ages for Inspiration
With the foundation formula : ill vocals ill beats ‘n lace It like men and women relations I change faces
Music for the masses , reach from Brooklyn to Damascus leaving heads restless lethal like astbestos
Thy shall be infected but the final question : Did It all matter ? I did tought you the essence of these valuable lessons
We now live In the present , so I guess I’m just temporary fire like a box of matches … my raps never scattered

Your turn.

[Mistuh Grippz]

lol this is gonna be biters heaven... i dont have anythang maaaaaad old but this is like from 03.

Gimme a mic and ill show u audible assault
Brick walls infront of my lyrics wouldnt cause em to hault
U aint ready to test, nah u aint even straight
Step into a circle cypher and leave all bent outta shape
Splittin emcees axis in a symmetrical fassion
I give military snipers nightmares whenever im blastin
Pick a side, our side or suicide, u choose
Cuz like a cheap version of CNN im bad news
If u decide to battle, u should be scared yo
cuz ill do circles around u just like a somberro
I wont tell u to not speak, please open yer mind
Or ill do it for u, wit a machete from behind
But i could care less about yer opinions u see
I got a masters degree theres really no use in testin me
My weaponry effectively depletes ya energy
Its just meant to be incredibly sounding fidelity
U needa get off my dick kid im really a wordsmith
Treat ya dome like Larry Davids enthusiasm and curb it
To any emcee in the blast radius, my suggestion
Would be to switch to another profession
U bitches dont wanna dance, cuz the way i be steppin
Its like Hulk Hogan on the mic, whenever im flexin
Wreckin these chumps, wit pumps straight to they chest
I had to marry myself, i only settle for the best
Yall homos sport fag colors like u were Pink Floyd
Cuz ya career is all hopes and dreams like Sigmon Froids
Ya market ploys are nothin but meer childs schemes
Yall can never see me like i had permanent high beams


damn i can hear Rakims influence all on that old shit.

[HellRazor]

The first drop of mine ever on RFlava....smh....

Dont be mad at the way i produce my ancient scriptures/
cuz i had to go back to genesis just to spit this/
just ridiculous when im next to a pen/
The words hit your ass harder than gays do in prison/
Im bout to take ova, it dont matter dat im new/
Think Im from Louisiana tha way my Shotty fly bayou/
This is a Katastrophy and I expose tha facade/
Most nigga's lungs not big enough to freestyle wit god/
Im tha most lyrical cat to walk since Tupac/
But my styles betta u can tell by tha size of my glock/
Im looking for tha illest and tha hardest of crews/
So if you think that you fit then get at me Jew/
This is a preview by this nigga from Helll/
And I am tha best but only time will tell/


(^^i'm such a psychic)

Oh sweet elevation.....

[Vor Ax]

this is the best i can do

i brake ribs, bitch slap his ass send him on a -Tail-Spin- Bad....its like dis hoe toss his feminem products how i made dis pussy-Launch-Pads-.....
truthfully i cant be seen in an -Orignial-Ring- like americans(think about)....shit im not triing to Kncok you out im going for one of thos marciano wins....
leave you mentally displaced, you rhyming wit me is a disgrace....you wouldn't be a -Heavy-Wieght- even if you coped 100 kilos of -Base-...
ill sweep you off ya feet like a romance novel, know that your rhyming wit a beast....each abdomin punch reminds you of jay-z, when you fall fam remember 1,2,3, -Breathe Easy-....