show me an S&F swaggier and flowier than this

[namix]

Originally Posted by Rawn M.D.

Mi amigos massive, each blows only priemo grasses
In tuxedo fashion getting flamingo ass in casino bathrooms
Slang that Nino crack cut back with amino acids
G Code past Vito stats reloading three chrome magnums
My adrenals equal that of a week old mastiff
Or a sleak slow assassin doing evil magic hopkido backflips
When we roll past its as thick as the ass on my last bitch
after kegal classes spread eagle over my mandingo aspects
Im Frank Zito’s last kin involved in illegal actions
who's genome matches ba baracius with green hulk fragments
We talkin Greek god status when we bought Athens
tongue deep in a bad bitch thunder clappin deluged Baptists
Hit with the leadoff back fist and eat raw catfish
with a team all bat shit and guano where that deep draw cash is

I don't read much S&F - but c'mon -- that is illasfuck


link me to something better

[PancakeBrah]

U can't be srs

[namix]

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

U can't be srs

I thought you'd be the first to respond - impressive


show me yours PB, I haven't read any but I hear that's what you do.

[PancakeBrah]

None saved on my new laptop and they were all on old nc :(

[Pent uP]

Why dont u go vote on me vs geno in the ba @namix

[Diode]

rawn has secretly been dynamix this whole time

amg

[namix]

Originally Posted by Diode

rawn has secretly been dynamix this whole time

amg

he's much iller at flow and poorer at contextual setup than me lol

[Pent uP]

[Pent uP]

Also to be fair that is a simple string of syllables to make rhyme alot. Not knocking the verse but I don't consider the writingto be as difficult then some other sNf verses

[StarFaggot]

Rawn that's dope.

[PancakeBrah]

Any long string of rhymes based on a-i sounds is ez mode

[veritas]

You ain’t seeing me like Mr. T’s neck:

VERITAS:

The psychological, the metaphysical, the warrior:
And any obstacle neva stops the pinnacle’s thought euphoria.

I whip a Challenger, so rip the calendar, cuz I’m outside of space and time,
400 horse traveler, clip every caliber, come collide with the great Divine.

To flex on the net aint shit son, I mastered life by the time I was thirty,
The 9th diffusion of consciousness: Motherfucker VERITAS aint earthly

Inter-dimensional warlord equipping plasma swords, lavish words, and phantom hordes;
These average bores can’t fathom wars I ravage boards with a savage Lord’s master force

The Last Star-fighter-carbon-fiber-Hemi-driver-rhyme provider:
The flow of my saliva pipes a preggo bitch with it’s dick dipped in Godiva.

I got that Iron man, call me Cal Ripken the survivor, givin dirt naps in Peruvian lava,
Peep my Nasdaq’s in a sauna amidst exotic fauna, making ya bitch sing Hakuna Matata.

Bet my dick stretch her in pleasure, skeet on her eyepatch, make her wait to taste treasure
My Swagnum P.I. mustache rubs her clam’s hatch, b squirts until u need a tub to measure

parasite worms spread germs and brains squirm, my Psych-Ops turn oceans to rain drops
Real life Psychologist, so know I got cash to burn, and “I won” like the face of Cyclops.

Drip divine drops of sun spots, electroswagnetic pulses implode terrestrial infrastructures,
Make her thirsty till my cum stops, V stay in a bitch mind like extraterrestrial abductors.

Got carrots like extra-vegetable lovers, dressing cleaner than your funeral’s ushers
Eye contact ya bitch and bring beautiful blushes, while u focus on writing pitiful punches,

With the minimal functions, while V shines and feeds u the law like Levitical luncheons
VERITAS is Voltron formed from Galactus, my flows anoint, on point like a ***tus

But the point is I’m matchless, smoke a joint and ash on what ever cash hatches
Conceptual master wit complex patterns, lines full of more dope than Mexican caverns,

Hit ya bitch like Lexington stabbing, till her nose looks like Owen’s in wedding crashers
While exposing my woody wearing Treyvon’s hoodie in front of some Klan pastors.

VERITAS: The infinity exhibit, never fitna see a limit, your thoughts are all my minions
VERITAS: the physics of cybernetic wizards’ visions of your dollar menu decisions

Swim in loot like Scrooge McDuck, my guns called whammies triggers press your luck
Make any competitor suck, My life makes change, you talk cash, but just passin the buck

[Wise Wiggles]

Grasses doesn't rhyme with bathrooms.

[namix]

Originally Posted by Pent uP

Also to be fair that is a simple string of syllables to make rhyme alot. Not knocking the verse but I don't consider the writingto be as difficult then some other sNf verses

I don't read much sNF - link me to some dope ones

week old mastiff + kegal classes = tight shit

literally lol

[Pent uP]

Originally Posted by namix

I don't read much sNF - link me to some dope ones

week old mastiff + kegal classes = tight shit

literally lol

Kegal classes segment was dope.

Im on my phone and dont stockpile links to things I liked

http://netcees.co/showthread.php?p=148340#post148340
Why dont u go vote tho

[Hush]

Been tryna tell niggas my boy Rawnie is dope

[Hush]

Originally Posted by VERITAS

You ain’t seeing me like Mr. T’s neck:

VERITAS:

The psychological, the metaphysical, the warrior:
And any obstacle neva stops the pinnacle’s thought euphoria.

I whip a Challenger, so rip the calendar, cuz I’m outside of space and time,
400 horse traveler, clip every caliber, come collide with the great Divine.

To flex on the net aint shit son, I mastered life by the time I was thirty,
The 9th diffusion of consciousness: Motherfucker VERITAS aint earthly

Inter-dimensional warlord equipping plasma swords, lavish words, and phantom hordes;
These average bores can’t fathom wars I ravage boards with a savage Lord’s master force

The Last Star-fighter-carbon-fiber-Hemi-driver-rhyme provider:
The flow of my saliva pipes a preggo bitch with it’s dick dipped in Godiva.

I got that Iron man, call me Cal Ripken the survivor, givin dirt naps in Peruvian lava,
Peep my Nasdaq’s in a sauna amidst exotic fauna, making ya bitch sing Hakuna Matata.

Bet my dick stretch her in pleasure, skeet on her eyepatch, make her wait to taste treasure
My Swagnum P.I. mustache rubs her clam’s hatch, b squirts until u need a tub to measure

parasite worms spread germs and brains squirm, my Psych-Ops turn oceans to rain drops
Real life Psychologist, so know I got cash to burn, and “I won” like the face of Cyclops.

Drip divine drops of sun spots, electroswagnetic pulses implode terrestrial infrastructures,
Make her thirsty till my cum stops, V stay in a bitch mind like extraterrestrial abductors.

Got carrots like extra-vegetable lovers, dressing cleaner than your funeral’s ushers
Eye contact ya bitch and bring beautiful blushes, while u focus on writing pitiful punches,

With the minimal functions, while V shines and feeds u the law like Levitical luncheons
VERITAS is Voltron formed from Galactus, my flows anoint, on point like a ***tus

But the point is I’m matchless, smoke a joint and ash on what ever cash hatches
Conceptual master wit complex patterns, lines full of more dope than Mexican caverns,

Hit ya bitch like Lexington stabbing, till her nose looks like Owen’s in wedding crashers
While exposing my woody wearing Treyvon’s hoodie in front of some Klan pastors.

VERITAS: The infinity exhibit, never fitna see a limit, your thoughts are all my minions
VERITAS: the physics of cybernetic wizards’ visions of your dollar menu decisions

Swim in loot like Scrooge McDuck, my guns called whammies triggers press your luck
Make any competitor suck, My life makes change, you talk cash, but just passin the buck

Lol not one person feeling this dogshit

=)

[dull boy]

http://www.netcees.co/showthread.php...711#post148711

[Pent uP]

Originally Posted by Hush

Lol not one person feeling this dogshit

Bro he said

Elctroswagnetic