YES TY AON!!! TY!!!


I WIN!!! DH U FAGGOT U LOSE CHEATER!!!

YO THAT FIRST THING DH RAPPED WAS SOOOOOOOOOOO COPY AND PASTE. SO TAKE THAT NOGGER.

All of dh's raps were fake.....mine were real you can even google them yo its all real not dh's whose the dumbass copy n pastying and guess what dh ur doing copy right......hoe....illegal dumbass nogger.

yea i hate to admit it but Gevm's were real

late mofo

Yo, it's that time, we bring the past back up
Ya boy Skillz, you know my ass gon' act up
And this year was jacked up, but I got the facts up
Here we go, Scrap - this the "'08 Rap Up"
If you a Patriots fan, you was quick to cheer
'Til the Giants pulled off the "Upset of the Year"
And the commercials was lame as hell
Poor Marion Jones, she had to watch the game from her cell
"Detox" was gettin recorded
and Dre put out some headphones, but he was the only one that could afford 'em
Wayne got bagged for havin herb
and Nas try to drop a CD that was called the N-word
I chilled on the word, I was fine
'til I saw him at the Grammys, I was like, "This nigga lost his mind!"
Ne-Yo toured with Kells, and he got played
50 Cent, he kicked Paris Hilton off stage
Game went to jail for eight days
You know it's bad when JoJo faint and K-Ci leave him on the stage
Jay-Z and Mary J. doubled they bread
Shout out to Prodigy and Remy Ma, hold ya head
"A Raisin in the Sun?" You lied
I heard that and I thought Flavor Flav got a show outside
And wrestling look faker than ever
I mean, WHO was gon' believe the Big Show couldn't beat Mayweather?!
Now Nick & Mariah, they kept it G
But the "Wedding of the Year" goes to Hov & B
The unity in G-Unit is gone
'cause it's a sad day when you got Young Buck cryin on the phone
("I'm just being confused!")
Ice-T and Soulja Boy - dumb!
And who was the fool that threw a bottle at KRS-One?!
The Sean Bell verdict was lame
And 50 went to Africa but he ain't come back with his chain
Wayne dissed the DJs', what was that 'bout?
Then the barber from L.A. straight knocked Suge out
Tough street +Lookin' Boy,+ the guys that made that song
They lookin like no second single +Lookin' Boys+
And lemme say this, don't it feel good
to say BIG UPS - TO ALL MY HAAATERS!!
The beef gotta stop, G
Fif', you runnin out of people man why you pickin on Rocsi?
The "Baby Mama" came out
And we ain't never find out who really burned down the house
Rick Ross took it too far
Was it me, or he was the biggest C.O. that we seen thus far?
I'm just askin
and Bow Wow got his ass handed to a him in a game of Madden
You wanna know what's funny? (What?)
They showed this to Game, but they ain't never say who got that money
Heh, the system is filthy, for real G
How the hell R. Kelly come up not guilty?
I can't believe he walkin, on TV
Talkin 'bout ("When you say teenager, how old are we talking?")
Wayne sold +A Milli+ in a week
and in seven days, I got sick of the "A Milli" beat
Da Brat doin time served
And '08, was almost a good year for ya man Yung berg
Between fights and his fanbase, he needed some help
Then his chain went on tour, by itself
Will Smith got Hollywood on smash
Puff, you a millionaire man, why you cryin 'bout gas?
Katt Williams, he went nuts
and the econmoy was harder than McCain tryin to put his arms up
And Palin, I ain't gon' discuss her
Heh, she prol'ly on the porch now, tryin to look at Russia
And Kanye, he went for broke
Maybe the album should've been called, "808 and No High Notes"
Heh, naw he doin his thang
Is it hard to fight paparazzi when you got on skinny jeans?
Nelly and Usher couldn't find their fans
Superhead said, "I'm pregnant" - I'm like by who, the pregnant man?!
T.I. got back in gear
Beyonce "Single Ladies" - mmm, "Video of the Year"
Heh, it had the guys gettin hyped together
I hope DMX finally get his life together
Man, we got to kill all the drama
Biggest moment EVER - Barack Obama ("Yes, we can!")
First black president, please believe it
I'm just happy that my granny got a chance to see it
It's time for a change
So don't gon' try to turn the inauguration into a All Star Game
Let's act right, and show these kids
We can turn "Yes, we can!" into "Yes, we did!"
And Bush made it hard
Be patient, let that man go into the White House and do his job
Black athletes, y'all gotta parle
Don't play, you saw how they came back for O.J.
The economy, that's a wrap no doubt
The whole world in debt, how the hell you bail that out?
Halle Berry, she had a baby on the low
The best thing on TV was Keyshia Cole show
Lookin good, Keyshia, but don't thank me
You ain't the star of the show, that would be Frankie
("HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" "Man down!")
It's a +Crazy World+, Jeezy told ya son
"Crazy World?" I wonder where he got that from?
I gotta say it, 'cause he influenced the game
but I gotta give props to the boy T-Pain
And y'all in his lane
with songs like ("OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!")
So I'ma say this quick - (We in a recession!)
Stop lyin, y'all ain't poppin shhhh!
And President Bush so hated
He wnet to Iraq and almost got a-shoe-sinated
Heh, so I'ma shout out to board
And shout out to err'body upstairs who ain't wit us no more
So y'all stay on your grind
Ya boy Skillz, welcome to the two-thousand and nine
(NINE!! NINE! Nine! nine!)

I rip shit like a wild pit
You want it hardcore well I'm the nigga to fuck with
I got rhymes of the ass
Damn check me out y'all into the mind of a madman
My brains kinda twisted figgit
I'm sic of the mint and rippin' rappers in the instinct
My man Hot-Day makes the beat
And I attack this shit like a loin on raw meat
This is just the first paragraph
And allready motherfuckers throw the half is a bloodybath
Now everybody know we ain't new to this
We go back like "grits" two lunatics
And it's time to wreck shop
Back to the set of underground hip hop
And all you crossover punks you're violaters
Even your fans want to feed you to the alligators
Only a few stay true to the underground
They got off but now they gotta lock it down
Cuz I'm sick off the suckers comin' in and out
Make up your mind what the fuck you wanne be about
Instead of sellin out just so you can sell a mill
You better keep it real punk keep it real.....


Prepare yourself here I am the grimreaper
Punk-ass rappers are ducking behind speakers
Try to play it off, looking at they beepers
They know they whish they brought there motherfuckin' running sneakers
Shit is real I pack steal with a tight grip
Smoke a feel so I can chill because I might flip
Ain't nothing left but a mess when we leave
damaging dj's torturing mc's
Rhymes are dead, no special effects
I'm rapping the mic-cord around niggaz necks
Hangin' them up high whatching your blood drip
Ready for the next -verse slope enuff- a clip
Crash your parties drinking Bacardi out the bottle
Catching bodies smoking blunts like no tomorrow
The madman from the bottle of the underground
Yo, Hot-Day I'm making niggaz feel it now
Fuck the radio if they don't a show
A dead motherfucker don't host no rap-show
And that's for getting hurt, that ain't a problem
I drop the album on a Hot-Day volume
Over punks that fronted before they wanne peace
But all they can get is a 100% beef
Fuck what you heard, act like you know it
Fully strapped is the attack of Blaq Poet
The renegade on the rampage keepin' it real
Bringin' the streets on stage
So get ready I'ma quip like a battleship
You underseems like the Steven Seagal flick
Rhyms are pain I came up to thow up the name
Niggaz are quick but damn I'm playing the ring, supreme
And I mean nothing but business, you'll be the witness
As we dismiss
Rappers running around wearing a phony ground
Only real niggaz repressent the underground
The rap industry knows how we feel
Killing off motherfuckers if they don't keep it real........


I keep it real I still chill on the hill
Ain't nothing changest cause I gotta little record deal
Alotte niggaz be frontin' just for the crowd
Talking so much shit like they suppost to be wild
But all fake niggaz drop like a rock
With no props even on they own block
Cause they switch when out like a bitch
Left the hood now they on some other shit
So fuck them and there contracts
Come drive to the projects and get carjacked
You ain't true to the game
And for being a sucker you get two to the brain
Now you know how a deadman feel
This is PHD and we keep shit real

Dodo be sick
Dodo be maney
Dodo be the type to hear the beat say
Play me
Maybe
Im a little bit crazy
Blazin always lit and when I spit you cant fade me
Hate me
But attention you will pay me
Takin every script and then I flip the shit amazing
Hasty
In a rhyme you couldnt race me
Youll chase me to face me to see Im first placing
No erasing
Im Permanently gracing
Tracks with these raps that Im making
Creating slaps thats a fact that your facing
Hating is time that your mind is wasting it motivates me
You might wanna bite what ya feel and hear
But dont site what I write like Holyfields ear
Youll take a kick in the rear
While Im Sippin a beer
Ripping swishers while youre swimming with the fishes on the side of the pier
Its clear
No mere peer can get near this here
Your sneers
Bring no fears I just veer and steer
Im Light years outta your atmosphere
You aint got the brains and you dont got the gear
Im an engineer
Sheer pioneer
I persevere and once the headlights hit the deer you disappear
So dont interfere
Adhere
come to a new frontier
Or it can be severe leave that ass in tears Im fierce

Its that M O T (M O T)
You know who we be (Who we be)
Ropadodo and JC (JC)
Never slow mo in highspeeds
We keep on rollin (We keep on rollin)
We keep on goin (We keep on goin)
We stay in motion (We stay in motion)
Always flowin
Always growin
Thats fa show

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack stays lit like a candle stick
Can you handle this
Take a sample trick
Spit like a camel
Sick as cancer bitch
Like a vandals fist
Buddy, Ill leave ya bloody
And honey no money from me
Only cumming on the tummy
Dummy
Youre so confused
Fa show ya know no hoe get doe out me dude
That hole is too loose
And bro Im tight as a noose
More rhymes than Dr.Suess
Combined with Momma Goose
And who
Would wanna back you
Youre wack and boo boo fool you do get bruised black and blue too
Oooo
Ya faggots are sackless
Retract the theatrics
I mack with no practice
Rappin acrobatics like Im at it with backflips
A savage leave ya bastards ass backwards and capless
The fact is
Im the motha fucking man
From the land where I am to Itoman in Japan
Damn
Im a
Bay stayer
Ill give but Im a taker Im a player thats my nature
Youre a faker
Imitator
Capers tryna make paper by the acres
Do it major
Now and later
Causin Heart failures haters better get some Bayer

Yo my mission is simple
Leave the dissin minds crippled
Once you're missin
them motha fuckas they gonna miss you
So Im spittin like this
Until Im hit with a pistol
Fuck the issues
You wanna cry dry your eye with a tissue
They list you at the bottom
Til you grind to the top
Ive been through autumn
To the summer time non stop
In groove tryna find my own shot
So loose any thought of me leavin that plot cause I got
Many dreams and plenty schemes
To achieve'em
And not anything
Could ever bring me to leave'em
So believe in what Im speakin
Cause if Im still breathin
Ima keep proceedin' like a car needin breaks speedin'
Take a swig of the drank
And a hit of the purple
Dont care what ya think
Compared to squares I'm circle
Tight as a gurtle
More heat than a dryer
Truth in the Booth mayne
Not just a writer
I only spit fire
Though I flow like the sea
Not like these liars they show on MTV
As real as can be
Im J-A-C
K-C-A-P
E-R-S is the rest you know me
If not have a taste
Embrace and relate or vacate the space
Bein fake is waste
Perpetratin's a disgrace
Debate what I state ya straight get erased

that has 2 be copy and paste or u got no life cuz theres no way u spend like 10 hours staying on the computer writing all those lyrics...

actually he got em all down in 30 mins or less wut a cpy n paste....and he'll change up da words and mesh oda raps togeda.....so they can look like his.....