Ik ben benieuwd Drop maar.

Nha ze stellen niks voor (gemaakt met een goedkoop, verouderd programma) , maarja zal ze wel ff uploaden een keer.

Ik rap en schrijf rhymes in het engels
In ben van hetzelfde oordeel als Dutchboi, ik vind het in het nederlands nogal nep klinken.....

Ik schrijf ook zelf teksten: hier één liedje van mij (3 strofes)

1)
Yo, I'm kinda on the freak tip, come on over, peep it
take heed, kid, proceed, and you will meet wit
I keep ya cheeks fit, cuz you wanna bite my rhymes
but I screw 'em, cuz they can't chew 'em
as fluidly as the way I ate my meal
and digest it, P Jay 's kinda obsessed with
rhyme paradigms provin digable skill
although not contagious, doctors say they're quite ill
built upon fitness or filled with wickedness
or sickness of agony, cuz life seems a tragedy
of Euripides, causin mental diseases, draggin me
to insanity, a psycho's what I have to be
I'm tired of the faggotery, gossip in the back of me
so I'm gettin fouler than a body that's maggoty
I can change drastically, flowin magically
wait a second, (beep, beep) I'm reloadin like a battery
now I'm reinforced, forced to flow indoors
or outdoors, my words are trottin like a horse
while you're just cattle, be careful when I rattle
cuz my rhymes are rougher than the sound of heavy metal
but I'm an MC from my toes to my nose, I be the treble
the verse's like a rose, this bar's just a petal
I'm spittin in my garden
instead of rainwater to make my flowers grow to stardom
pardon me for quittin now, but I don't wanna deal with
a murdercharge on this verse, cuz I almost killed it

2)
Man, I can flip it otherwise, I speak what'z on my mind
accidentally, and apparently the first verse empathized
some braggadocio, pourin over my portfolio
next to my photo, yo, sho' to go for the status
of a real raptechnician, but not from Tokyo
Ganda's the source of my flow
broadcastin live and castin broads, then ride the rodeo
oodles and oodles of o's, ya know
Rome could be my home, don't scratch ya dome
I don't tease ya, cuz rap's like an empire
and I'm the MCaesar I reign here to please ya
meet the final seizure, unleashin my speech
just to reach each and every peep in the street
and treat heaps of beats to defeat the weak
releasin at least 16 bars on your asshole
I'll leave the mic smokin like a sizzlin hot casserole
so bid me farewell for your own welfare
cuz challengin me's like makin sex in a wheelchair
that's damn hard, now I'm the cause of your paranoia
cuz I got enough rethoric to become a good lawyer
I adore ya, cuz before ya noone had the heart
to step to me when I let the ceremony start

3)
Me, I be the Master of the Ceremony
PJG, rhymin of another category
this symphony gains sympathy amongst a company
who screams and jumps like a kangaroo on cafeine
first I soothe them like morphine
their thoughts are soaring, then they start to fiend for it
sweat starts pouring, and just a little later
their hearts are pumpin faster, I could serve as a pacemaker
a cakebaker, cuz I don't like to cook beef
but please, could you tell me why MC's believe
that their skills are ill too, but they won't thrill you
they won’t a bill, plus they ain’t keepin it real
“Doctor, what’s the diagnosis” this was his answer
his skills caught a cold, while mine suffer from cancer
at last I asked about my DJ’s healthiness
he said: “He scratches too much, it must be syfilis”
you still wanna get with this, you see a mic and grasp it
wack, you can mask it, fact is
I can see through you like a clean bottle of plastic
sweet loses from acid, I got more tricks in my basket
to put you in a mental casket
so stop and pass it, listen and be tacid
cause I came to show what’s on my mind, make you think
and afterwards, we’ll just shake hands with a drink
see, I won’t kill you, I wanna drill the wise
with lyrical exercise till the microphone dies
like Nas, but for me P Jay G are the initials
often a capella but the beat made it official



Eerlijke commentaar is altijd welkom, ik sta ervoor open...
Bedankt!

uh... nice (y) keep going

Je rhymes zijn goed.

Nice rhymes Ben jij rapper (groep,solo) of schrijf je alleen gwn teksten?

@P Jay, je doet het zeer aardig man!
Doe er es wat mee joh.

Ik moet weer es tijd vrij maken, heb ideeen genoeg maar geen tijd om het uit te werken... ik haat dat.

De mogelijkheden in het Nederlands zijn gewoon veel beperkter, dat is jammer.
En als je grof wilt overkomen is dat moeilijk goed te brengen, klinkt idd snel vrij nep.

Waarom zou je grof over willen komen? Dat vind ik juist geforceerd, nep en de essentie van hiphop voorbijstrevend.

although not contagious, doctors say they're quite ill
Nice one.

Bedankt, mannen, voor de goede commentaar. Dat doet steeds deugd, hé!

@CaliLove: neen, ik zit niet in een groep ofzo; ik schrijf gwn sinds mij 15 teksten (ben nu 19). Heb dus al redelijk wat materiaal. Als ik mijn best zou doen, zou ik al een full-cd'tje kunnen hebben, maar ja...Ik heb geen beats...

Ooit kom ik wel eens iemand tegen, zeker...

@dutchboi: vond jouw rhymes (die je een tijdje geleden met een link aanduidde) ook erg goed..

Heb jij beats of zitten we in hetzelfde schuitje?

Ben er zelf totaal niet mee bezig en zelf rappen/schrijven interesseert me ook helemaal niks.

Maar het lijkt mij, dat als ik een tekst zou schrijven. Ik eerst een onderwerp uit zou zoeken. Vervolgens zo uitgebreid mogelijk het onderwerp specificeren. Dan de tekst samenvoegen d.m.v. metaforen (of een allegorie) en metonymen en deze vervolgens te laten rijmen.
Het lijkt mij dat je zo een veel solidere tekst krijgt, zonder na 4 bars op een ander onderwerp over te gaan.

No offence verder op de teksten, maar even mijn gedachtengang.

Ik begrijp je punt, hoor.Ik heb ook wel andere teksten, dit is er nu eentje dat eruit gepikt werd door mij...
Ik kan het niet laten maar zal er nog eentje (!) posten, het is ook interessant want ik zou ook -als het even kan- jullie mening over de inhoud weten, het gaat over de nostalgie over de hiphop van vroeger en is getiteld "For the sake of hiphop"...check it out

1)For the sake of hiphop, I rep non-stop
traditionally my city with the trusted blocks
even when I did my homework, I listened to beats
I knew I had to concentrate but yo the flesh is weak
I speak upon the state of art from my conscious
cuz fake blacks, with fake raps who make stacks is nonsense
constantly my mind is yearnin to the vintage flow
authentic shit replaced by the minks and coats
I'm a young cat, so when I look back, respect is due
to peoples and fashions I haven't lived through
but doesn't it piss you off too, some rappers ain't got no clue
they ain't imaginative, just threatenin you
'I blast you', while they ain't really have to, so one L
to all the fellas whose raps are done well
and excel in topics and beats quite spectacular
ripped by rhymes in the Black English Vernacular
nowadays they go astray and even say “Fuck Rap”
they “just try to get cream and that's that”
like Prodigy was spittin in 1996
I ain't a hater, but why all rappers wanna do flicks?
That's what actors are for, son, you know, it's like
I don't wanna hear Tom Hanks behind a mic
it's all for the stacks, you got the papes, that's nice
but we ain't deaf, so you ain't got to say that twice
or more, chump, the scene gets bored, to score
you need a mall of fresh rhymes, while you only own a store
this is an act outta love for rap culture
that's now been harassed by some voracious vultures
so I play the ostrich, watchin to put it in context
I'm a simple guy with thought's kinda complex

2)
I'm full of nostalgia, I'm tellin ya
it got me mentally caught, but lately they don't rap about thoughts
rather materialism, champagne and mad G's
but I only pop a bottle on New Years Eve
I got other tricks up my sleeve to get heard
by a herd in the streets, homonymous words
it's quite absurd, but it's art and for the sake of it
I have to comment the results that you make of it
take it from me, this legacy that you're abusin
is more than just O.K. Like Organized Konfusion
so punk chumps who sell out need to get the hell out
flows about the shells you count don't seem to be the well route
am I too young to teach lessons
and can I pose questions bout some aggression
and your ways of contestin, claimin your style's cold and fat
while I'm so hot weathermen get upset
I got menacing meaningful metereological metaphors
no flaws off course, flowin harder than cores
I lay rhymes on a beat sweet and straight off the dome
like a chick softly on the bed, just before you bone
for real, let me bust a story to you
I was walkin with a girl down a sunny avenue
she was hummin a tune, I couldn't figure it out, though
yo, girl, could you sing what's on ya mind a little louder
“That's the latest hit of 50 Cent” she said
“I never heard it before” I replied, as if I cared
then she again “Yo, G, that's a damn hot jam,
I'm suprised, cuz I thought you were a hiphop fan”
oh, man, time to explain again
it makes me really mad to know rap is really dead?

3)
For the sake of hiphop, I rep without quittin
I got a lot to say and I ain't bullshittin
most of the former rapkings sold out or fell off
or even died through the years, victims of the negative atmoshere
that's increased ever since
hence beefin and boastin gets the nihilistic trend
the good rappers of today stay underground, I give em love
cuz like a mole they can't survive above
plus they're blind for the glitter and gold
the amount of records they sold, the gossip the tabloids told
get a hold, light a spliff, enjoy the rap too
“I Used to Love H.E.R” and, believe me, I still do
it isn't all sinister long as there are listeners
if rap was an government, wanna be prime minister
the exquisite lyricist’s pissed, point your ears
if you appear, I'll diss you, you'll soon 'diss'appear
so stars will fall, that means I can make a wish
may all the wack MC's get on a boat real quick
may they vanish in the mist or fall deep in the water
and become food for the fish, an MC-slaughter
by P Jay for the ones who turn pop
word, for the sake of hiphop I rep non stop



Ziezo, dit heeft wél een topic... En natuurlijk is er goede hiphop de dag van vandaag! Maar ik vind de sfeer errond gewoon veel minder tof dan vroeger...Delen jullie mijn mening, hiphop fans al te gader??

peace!

Yo kerel, ik heb vakantie volgende week. Heb een redelijk goed programma, en al een aantal opzetjes.
Ik ga proberen om jou een beat te geven in het nieuwe jaar. Moet alleen ff uitzoeken hoe ik die dan weer moet uploaden, maar der is vast wel iemand die dat dan weer weet.

WIl je zeggen dat je je kan vinden in de trendy trakcs die je nu overal voorbij ziet komen op de muziekzenders, dat word alleen maar erger de laatste tijd.
Met grof bedoel ik een beetje de stijl van Lange Frans zoals ie vroeger was ( op Testament kwam het het nog vrij aardig in de buurt) dat harde, brute i.p.v. dat softe gedoe over Vlinders en Een beetje verliefd enzo. Daar gaat het hier in NL al mis, de keuze van de onderwerpen/titels zijn vaak al een verkeerd uitgangspunt, eentje die je beter kon gebruiken voor een popsong (coupletten passen daar vaak al in) alleen dan gaan ze rappen in de refreinen... ma ja Hip Hop zit in de lift, en daar probeert iedereen van mee te profiteren, ongeacht de kwaliteit of de stijl die bij dat genre hoort.

Ik heb nog een paar beats klaarliggen, dus roep maar P Jay .

Haha er zit hier echt talent, goed zo allemaal.

Nou ik niet hoor , die beats zijn gemaakt met een vrij simpel programma waar al veel is voorgekouwd. Toch vind ik wel dat ik het maximale uit dat programma heb gehaald. Over het algemeen waren mensen best enthousiast.

Dan zit je bij dat goed talent Niet zo bescheiden

Je kan uploaden op purevolume.com en myspace.com, allebei gratis.

Ook via Rapidshare, MegaUpload, Z-Share, YouSendIt, MastaLine,....,....... .

Ja maar bij die andere kan je ze luisteren, bij die van jou niet dus

Bedankt, jongens. En mensen die me beats willen geven, zou ik heel dankbaar zijn. Mijn e-mailadres staat op mijn profiel hier: [email protected]...
Alle bruikbare beats zijn welkom!

Maar waar ik nog steeds benieuwd naar ben is of jullie je kunnen vinden in mijn boodschap/mening in "For the sake of hiphop"??

Ik doe af en toe es een text battle op het albumbase forum, hier is 1 van die battles TombStone (ik) Vs. Ensee:

Mijn eerste verse:

I cant stand people like u tryin to rap
u try to walk the walk but u trip at the first step
And still you rap arrogant, thinking you're stealing the show
Not realizing that u can't even hold a flow
It makes me even feel a little bit sorry for you
That rapping is the only thing u feel works for you
But listen man, people are laughing behind your back
They think it's the biggest joke that u dont know that you're wack
It's not to late tho, u can lay down the microphone
go try to find job so u can afford your own home
I bet that will make your mommy feel better too
Because i think she's kinda tired of breastfeading you
Yeah big man, your little secret is exposed
So stop acting tough, cus your case is now closed
You keep talking about killing people n shit
that shit cracks me up, cuz nobody is believin it
You have never fired one round and neither have i
but i got different ways to make u feel like u die
My words are the ammo, see my mouth as a gun
No way u gonna survive, even if u act like a bitch and run
I make u spin in circles like the tazmanian devil
make u hate rap and start listening to heavy metal
So grow your hair longer, buy a metalica shirt
drink loads of alcohol to forget u got hurt
but i know that even if u visit every fuckin bar
u will never forget about this emotional scar
It's like walking through life with a fucked up limp
Reminded daily of how u got ripped up while u thought u were a pimp
Who knows u might even develop a bad stutter
your mom might push u off her tit, right into the gutter
You better face the facts cuz u aint gonna win
Acting like you're the shit while u have never been




And Kip0130 u think Ensee's a lyrical genius??
haha, stop joking around man, u cant be serious
Those halfbaked lines aint shit to me
It just exposes him as a big wannabe
Fake fucks like him make me feel fed up
Talking about guns, but he can't spell Beretta
calling it Boretta haha that made me laugh out loud
Somebody needs to to tell this punk what it's all about
I bet he's wearing some fake plastic "bling" too
just another sheep following some wack d4l crew
So please motherfucker............stop
cuz you're the type that's fuckin up Hip Hop


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Dit is de gast die mij uitdaagde (Ensee):

now I wrote a little diss, tell me hows the taste/
its like this bitch tombstone wants to run albumbase/
well if that's the case, and he really said that/
ima have to sit back while you struggle in my death trap/
you stick to your shit, and ima tuck the burner/
cause i flip more bricks than a construction worker/
you wanna battle? you dont wanna play me next/
like an oxygen tank, he needs to save his breath/
the thought of battlin me, would scare you to death/
and raise the hair on your neck like a terrorist threat/
but we're just on the net, face to face, id do it viciously/
so when i embarrass you, you cant deny my victory/
my crew stays active, and you know what we all packin/
the type of shit to turn ya vest into soft fabric/
i pack too much heat, youll leave burnin/
makin ya chest fuckin sting like steve irwin/
dont doubt me man, ill put YOU under a tombstone/
or i could wreck ya crib and leave you needin a new home/
tombstone so fake i should call him an acta/(actor)
this little bitch turnin hard like he snorted viagra/

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Mijn Reply:


The thought of battling you would scare me to death?
Man i was laughing my ass off when u started this thread
Calling out Tombstone huh, what a fucking joke
Did u forget the last thread u made, and how u fucking chocked
That shit was funny as hell, but this verse did it for me
Rapping like u own streetcorners and hoods, like you're a big G
You're 14 years old, who the fuck are you trying to fool?
Mom still whipes your ass, u pull your pants up and still think u rule
And your supposed affiliation with the Crips man that cracked me up
I see u with your 13 y/o friends wearing blue shirts and my jaw drops
How the fuck do kids think acting like that makes u look cool?
When you are 30 you are gonna wish u paid more attention in school
Because rapping and wannabe-thuggin is not gonna take u anywhere kid
U can continue all u want but no-one wants to listen to your shit
And the people who do, are probably in your "crips crew"
Giving u symphaty props but when you're gone, even they say "that was wack dude"
U say you're working on your 2nd album, who the fuck bought the first?
It must've been a deaf dude because that shit was the worst
Not being able to flow doesn't seem to keep you from rapping
Trying to be a gangsta, should make you my victim of happy slapping
You pack heat? haha you couldn't light a fucking match
You gonna leave me burning? True, my eyes are burning from reading that
You flip bricks? yeah when your daddy takes you to his work
you act like u got the biggest dick, but need tweezers to jerk
Packing heat...you dont even have enough muscle to squeeze the trigger
Stop making threads little man, come back when u are bigger
Calling me an idiot, u need to check yourself
Ignoring my lyrics, i oughtta smack u with my belt
You wannabe thug, but gotta be home before night falls
So tight on your moms leash, u will never grow your own balls
But who needs them anyway, when acting works too?
You oughtta take some lessons because your act is see-through
And that is exactly the reason why u wont reply to this
Your true self is exposed, no one will believe your diss


Daarna reageerde hij niet meer, haha.


Edit: Fucked up dat die text er niet goed op past, verneukt het lezen.

Hier is m'n eerste battle text, die gast (Wankster) wou iemand battlen en ik mag die gast niet dus ik dropte een verse. En die fucking dwaas gaat gewoon ineens met een ander battlen dus helaas geen reply.

hier is een link zodat je kan zien wat een pussy die gast is:
http://forum.albumbase.com/showthread.php?tid=11454


en dit was de text die ik (TombStone) dropte:

U wanna battle me? come on man stop kidding
are u into being humiliated or did u really think of winning?
You are better off staying away from this thread
because i'll fuck u up lyricly and leave u braindead
U still wanna step up? well be my guest
this is my 1st net battle so consider this a test
I will expose your vagina in a crowdy place
then chew your lyrics up and spitt em back in your face
I haven't seen u spitt yet but i'm positive u'll be wack
because i seen your name and noticed it's originality that u lack
And my name is all about where the fuck i'm gonna leave u
lying under a tombstone because u didn't think this shit trough
U got ripped up and now sleep between six planks
all because of the fact u didnt see the difference in ranks
in this battle i'm the general and you're the cadett
so drop and give me 20 bitch or i'll beat u to death
or i can hire u as my cleaning lady, one of the two
i need someone to clean my toilet, sounds like a job for you
and don't expect a paycheck wankster because u aint worth shit
i'll pay u in punches and some squeeses in your clit
go get your pussy ass out of here, go buy a fuckin bra
cuz i wanna end this battle now so i can hang with your ma