im tryna collab with any1, it dont matter how many people, take the title how you want too.
any1 with it?

hmm...i'll give you an answer after i brainstorm some ideas for it

here's the verse i wrote if any are intrested

Dragging my knuckles as i walk to the scene
a war in the ghetto with no brace nor a beam
the only weakness i withhold is tazzors or darts
I survived in the heat while playing with sharks
Life was bananas, feeding off the fruit of loom
i had no clue as to what to do as a groom
I was married to jungle and the hostile feel
As I paced the leaves crunched with a kill
You’re mistaken if you think the lion’s the king
Cause a brave heart couldn’t survive in the ring
I seized his teeth then ripped the mane from his neck
Now the level that I have obtained is ‘the best’
Im crushing asses to spines, brains into chests
smashing the opposition and retaining my rep
Yet to this day im STILL the humblest man
swinging on trees cause my feet double as hands
i gave birth to my off spring by a beautiful bitch
u'll always depict aman by what he does to his kids
so i mold them into beasts and the strongest of killers
cause what lies ahead, is warefre in the life of gorillas

put a time limit on when ur dropping... and do you just want us to match bars? because last time people (Kay B ;)) wrote a million bars and everybody couldnt get on it....

anyway.... i'll give you my lines when you tell me the deadline

the tropical you see witcha optical are mine alone/
you optin me to break ya spine nd bones/
guerilla drones with no emotions are hard as stone/
monkeys just a decoy, guerillas we destroy/
everyone else is meat boy, quick to get beat toy/
connectin hits in precise sequence/
wreckin and deckin faces aint no sly pretense/
predators with no metaphors for prey/
that's just the way it stays like shakespeare plays/
thunderin earthquakes appear to near the source/
of course it's us droppin bombs like the air force/
and ya'll receivin bombs and stare more, dont dare whores/


fuck it...i'll write somethin else, set ya deadline and i got you

friday good?
im jus stickin with what i already have.

word... i'll have something for you thursday or early friday

yeah same

guerrilla warfare ain't ya conventional warfare/
it's got potential for the intentional gore-pairs/
rule 1. people aren't toys meant to deploy/
government sent for decoys, regardless if people get destroyed/
rule 2. aggressive media is a good possessive encyclopedia/
various sources set to uphold the revolution/
and unfold the pollution, governments leave untold solutions/
to too many people's confusions/
rule 3. brute force is a failing weakness/
undermining ourselves is impaling speeches/
guerrilla and terrorist cling to each other like leeches/
destroy the synonyms branded together because revolution never lasts forever/
rule 4. creating crisis in civilians---/
will start animating millions to act like reptilians/
government opposition only fuels this/
and people's mental position will ridicule this/
rule 5. move in secrecy because military action will commence/
secrecy and dictating distractions become intense/
and remember to plan for the future tense under a false pretense/
rule 6. spread out to avoid aggressive mobility/
their known for this recessive ability/
force with an oppressive tactility/
rule 7. your surroundings are your stealth/
mask your intangible wealth/
then bask in the enemies health/
everything counts, amount with every blow dealt/
rule 8. use people's sensitivity for your own power/
it commands a slower reactivity from your enemies tower/
allowing you to make them cower with the gunfire shower/
rule 9. intelligence must be kept to your own/
leaking it out is pestilence and leaves our plans blown/
persistence is your existence to keep it to yourself alone/
rule 10. this country's internal conflict is your advantage/
requesting foreign assistance depicts no vantage/
rule 11. time is your friend, leaving crime with no end/
become a sublime heaven scent president/

there's my verse

here's the verse i wrote if any are intrested

Dragging my knuckles as i walk to the scene
a war in the ghetto with no brace nor a beam
the only weakness i withhold is tazzors or darts
I survived in the heat while playing with sharks
Life was bananas, feeding off the fruit of loom
i had no clue as to what to do as a groom
I was married to jungle and the hostile feel
As I paced the leaves crunched with a kill
You’re mistaken if you think the lion’s the king
...


ya'll forgot to keep the animal theme to it. the whole drop might get set off again :(

he said take the title how you want to..so i did lol

yeah its all good.
im posting this saturday when i wake up.
so DC if you got a verse, drop it by then if possible dog.

I want in! Give me a minute and I'll drop a few bars

Full of sickness, the breath when I curse is dispersed as scorned air
Guerilla warfare has me pulled different directions like porn hair
A killer’s detection when my name or crew is mentioned on a headset
The Def Syndicate henchman itching to etch an unscripted session
Dismiss the tension, we’re cool, aggressive yet calm and collective
Prove dudes wrong when they’re heckling, what their reppin is senseless
Sending tempered fits on threaded messages to try to get respect
It’s evident their back to lying, like standing beside the president

sick.
ill post it up tommorow to give DC a lil more time.

ight, should be a hot ass collabo

DC, im pming you, you have till tommorow to do this shit boyy.
you better do it.
write or die nigga.

added a little more for the colab...

Full of sickness, the breath when I curse is dispersed as scorned air
Guerilla warfare has me pulled different directions like porn hair
A killer’s detection when my name or crew is mentioned on a headset
The Def Syndicate henchman itching to etch an unscripted session
Dismiss the tension, we’re cool, aggressive yet calm and collective
Prove dudes wrong when they’re heckling, what their reppin is senseless
Sending tempered fits on threaded messages to try to get respect
It’s evident their back to lying, like standing beside the president
Eying the nemesis, attack them with classic modern day anthems
Stomp em’ and create havoc, the face of chaotic deranged madness
Symbolic of aged battles with rappers, allotted to doubt you
Close coffin their ugly writtens submitted with no shock value
I’m about thru with teenyboppers and their problem-seeking nonsense
It’s like Wheatie’s sponsors, representing a product with no knowledge
But fuck it, I promised I wouldn’t start any more drama
I’ll probably forget that I wrote this, like Drew Barrymore trauma.

lol...nice
ayo when u droppin this fam?

post this shit

when i find time to feed two others ill drop it
unless you 2 have links i can use?

Drop it and Ill post the two links when its dropped

iight.

http://rapworlds.com/forums/showthread.php?t=116690
^theres the link.