testament

[Gutta]

Hands on the Tec's and blow, the lyric-al, Van Gogh is next ta flow//
I hand no respect to hoes, who try ta stand close, ta the man from New Mexico//
For the pensions, I'll squeeze the gatz, and bullets pinchin, no redemptions//
bleeding cats, Is sentenced ta where tha evil's kept in, kept it, quiet on tha streets//
no one mentions, my name when I'm firin tha heat, but my main desires on da beatz//
When I arrive no one speaks, 9-1-1's what they dial-in, my rhyme flow violent//
makin motherfuckas Mic's go silent, I'm tha type to load up another nine clip//
And start bussin, no matta tha reprocussion, my ice is gon still bling//
the hopeless in tha night is gon still sing, they say tha real trife do real things//
While mothafuckas ridin a dick, I'm ridin a beat, sometime I agree my mind can decieve//
but nuttin like a youngin died in tha streets, left his spirit, heart, soul and criminal mind deceased//
See with a nine matic, I'm true tragic, in the projects stayin cooped, like back when//
they was pumpin Blue Magic, In the 80's it was coke, there aint been new habits//
Homie claimed he wuz tru, Savage when he made the news back then//
Now we got new rappin, tryin to focus on plans to see expansion//
Past when coke was feedin fams and we livin off food stampin//
Mah homie used to look plush in a 82, lost it when the Angel Dust rushed in//
blood on his baby blue, couldnt stand tha thoughts of bein cuffed in//
but still left a motherfucker dusted, prison time waz wut he stuck with//
life fucked when the Police came through BUSSIN//

[Brah-Vo]

Man for real, you can pull this gangsta shit off man. And i mean you really can.
This verse was fire for me. Everything was near perfect in my opinion.

shit like


Hands on the Tec's and blow, the lyric-al, Van Gogh is next ta flow//
I hand no respect to hoes, who try ta stand close, ta the man from New Mexico//

and


When I arrive no one speaks, 9-1-1's what they dial-in, my rhyme flow violent//
makin motherfuckas Mic's go silent, I'm tha type to load up another nine clip//


Won me over man. Great job gutta.

[Cee4]

dope. probably your best drop on here

[Gutta]

damn lol i didnt think id get such great feed off a freestyle

thanks alot homies!!!!!

[Gutta]

uppin

[complexity]

pretty good homie

[Gutta]

uppin

thanks for da feed


still uppin

[-TraMaTiK-]

While mothafuckas ridin a dick, I'm ridin a beat, sometime I agree my mind can decieve//
but nuttin like a youngin died in tha streets, left his spirit, heart, soul and criminal mind deceased//

loved that bar bro^,,i aint into the gangsta shit so much no more but this sounds like some hard dmx shit man..good shit keep droppin

[complexity]

Sorry. I didn't leave better feedback last time. I needed to make a test post.

This drop was brilliant. Easily your best. You didn't hang the rhyme schemes like you sometimes tend to do. Nothing seemed forced, or out of place.

The creativity was obviously up while punches were down, if you could balance (word).

A lot of times your rhymes tell a story, this time the story told the rhymes, if you will.

You bring something special to every drop. I'm not on your nuts, because you definitely need work.

Yet, this drop proves, that you have a real writing talent, and I'm glad to see you expressing it. Especially trying new things and being even more successful.

Peace.

[Kurse]

I would have to agree wit Plex sirrrrr...handsdown the best written work I've seen from since ur debut on illestlyrics. Especially your first bar. You jump-off line was such a strong way to begin the verse that it made you interested in reading it from the get go. Definately a dope read. IMO...I'd say this should be added to the classics.

[Gutta]

damn...thank yall for the great feed i apreciate it alot

im gonna keep trying to drop piece like these cuz they help expand my creativity towards gangsta rap which is wat i like ta spit


still uppin

thank yall