Clinton CASH

Deep Shit. Good choice of words. A true wordsmith

Ill like I'm sickle cell, real like I've been in jail when I drop Ima quake the earth off the ricter scale no lies nothing but the truth my nigga think you gonna blow? nothing but your soup my nigga you see I'm cooler than a breeze in the win-ta (that's "winter" for those who got lost) flow real smoove plus it's tighter than skin tucks a nigga talk shit then, watch where he end up sleeping with fishes and his soul being sent up My nigga this is Clinton! flowin' how he want fuck tradition and any hater blow my cock... in addition fuck who you know, all your freestyles and writtens and bring ya best shit cuz in dat ass is where I'm gettin' I'm a small time nigga on the move and I'm keeping shit in line so you niggas know the rules ready or not? nigga shakey betta steady his shot these lil fucks one punch and I'll bet that they'll drop like the rain from the sky this is Clinton CA$H spittin pain from his life you bitch by yourself so you came with your guys and this is food for thought, don't load up your clip if ya aiming ain't right if you lookin you can find me with a bag of that 'Bob' me and my niggaz blowin "L's" in the back of my yard you aughta book you a vest cuz when I'm on ya grounds either hold shit down or get put to the test feedback

'preciate that Dude

Oh shit! Maybe I've just been in a hole but I fuckin didn't know that muthafuckin Shawn can muthafuckin rap. Why didn't one of you muthafuckers tell me that muthafuckin shit........muthafuckers

I heard the song maybe 4 or 5 years ago. I think i remember some of the lyrics of the 2nd artist to lay a verse on it. It might not be exactly word for word but: Jet Black Lincoln, 6 4 suicide doors razor blade and a straw wit like 2 to 5 whores -{can't remember this line}- that got nostrils like vacuums to manuver that Peruvian Raw -{a few more of his lines}- roll wit the team, Desert Eag., infrared beams move sloppily you'll probably get you broccolli steamed or a hollow tip digs out the seed in you Avacado. (that's all I got I know it ain't much but hell that's all I got) anyone?

Have you guys ever did like a tournament for battling before? I think that would br pretty dope you know with a bracket and shit like that, put a cap on how many people can join in, and let the people decide. What do you guys think?

That shit is truth and dope. Keep it up!

Ffflllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ! Where you at Daddy! Come holla at me man. We gettin tired of waiting

Yo yo yo! yeah I'm down. I haven't wrote in a few years so this should get me back in the hang of things. Thanks for the invite.

{Chorus} Hip-Hop is in my mind, Hip-Hop is in my soul/ Hip-Hop is in my blood, Hip-Hop is all I know/ if you love it you'll understand how much it controls/ it seems it's all about the money now and not about the flow/ x2 Verse 1 Yo! I loved you baby and that's straight from the heart/ I tried at a young age to break us apart/ but it didn't happen, truth to fact I had a hidden passion/ don't get it backwards now-a-days a nigga living lavish/ you exposed my weakness, brought me to my knees quick/ Trained Me! so when I rap I can't even see shit/ I blacks out, so pull the tracks out, wit my relaxed mouth/ I acts out and let it be heard like it's my last shout/ I don't flash clout but I lash out before my time is up/ cuz next in line is us to get them signing bucks/ (not finished yet but I will return) Info: instrumental - Talib Kweli and Mos Def (Blackstar) - Respiration (Pete Rock remix) - check it out! www.youtube.com or just about any music site P.S. show love let me know what you think of it so far. *peace*

Fresh out the gate again and you know I play to win/ I only know a few souls that you can label friends/ fuck a drop Mercedes-Benz, wit mics, electronically I disable men/ then stare at 'em nonchallantly and display a grin/ Instead hiding dog I rather you speak/ Clinton CA$H c'est magnifique cuz I'm rather unique/ niggaz always jock my lines ya'll being all doubtful/ I got rhymes for days try and swallow a mouthful/ and with that I break down beats so I can teach 'em/ my impact'll shakedown trees and coliseums/ turning non-believers to believers/ and take 'em bout as far as I can lead 'em/ and livin their sets/ and fuck a platinum necklace with the polished briquettes/ real recognize real so acknowledge the best/ and acknowledge my raps/ cuz once I get that deal then follows the rest like the marvelous checks/ muthafuckas

Clinton CA$H the name/ survivalist of pain/ the sky gon' drop when I arrive up in the game/ postin'/ on any M.C. that's spot holding/ top 5/ slide ya name off and just jot mine/ the game at a hault like stop signs/ M.C.'s rather jock crime than come up witha hot rhyme/ I'm not lyin', hip-hop's been my bitch since we locked eyes/ but now it's like a pop 16 or a hot 9/ It's simple dude, I'll give you hot tracks you can listen to/ sumthin that's quality cut wit no interludes/ I roll wit some sick individuals/ that's pretty unbalanced B low-key with morals and principles/ Hidden Records still invincible, invisible/ I'll bring it to you live or digital, it's critical/ uncut pure raw if ya mens wanna step to me/ throwing 'em quick bars with mental telepathy/

Inhale slow exhale slower this is what I do when my niggaz twist the dro up foul like I'm flagrant I ain't tryna brag you are now with the greatest, so bow to ya maker Uh! flow like a menstrual all I really need is a pad and pencil to savor in this potion mix it wit some weed and some prayer and devotion then I kick the shit like shoes ya'll a nigga talk slick and that's it he getting cracked like pool balls Grand like Puba is I when I sketch the gat, to tear the flesh intact and let the caps infect his back in the ground laying down is where he resting at let's get it on til the break of dawn with me and music together 2 rights never make a wrong I'm low-key like I'm Omish clown smoke a cigarette nigga Ca'lmate for I calm you down

STOP! STOP! stop the madness. Messenger hands down. Career ending verse.

I thought i saw those bars on rate my rhyme. besides that : Messenger get's my vote. better rhythm, better vocab and choice of words yadda yadda yadda you get the picture

That sounds like a chorus (No disre.)

Ooh shit . Take it easy on 'em Mess..

D.A.I.C. Tell me what you think

We got weed in the ashtray drinks in the kitchen everythings on me I'll take care of this one celebrating life and all the things thats in it like rap and being black a few things I've witnessed No drama here all though I know it's a habit we all cool tho chillin cuz today is our Sabbath we came to have a good time with, classic rhymes recline grab a couple of dimes and don't worry bout a thing all chicks ova twenty I don't want nothing funny going down, except for chicks lips and hips on top of my dick, gettin drunk biting cherries of top of they tits slobbin, a whole lot of wet knob and caressing sex tips and tricks and I'm taking all suggestions so vibe with me, Ma open ya thighs quickly and simply let me give you whats all up in me We can rock the roof, as I slowly knock ya boots Old School style virgin chicks I'ma pop ya fruit go head and laugh at it, face frowns up when I stab at it put that ass to bed like bodies on Craftmatics Shorty's say they love it when I talk like this Well I love it when they lick lip gloss off they lips got a lil strut wit em when they talk that shit let me hit it from the back and enlarge them hips *Chorus* x2 If you not down conversation ova you can play the liquors and Ima play it sober but if you down then we loving it up One question Ma "We Fuckin Or What?"

Wow that was quick. I give it to you guys, you on ya shit!

Maybe I didn't do this correct. Could someone tell me how you guys do this whole battle thing on here?

The shotty's is lubed up I'm bout to fuck this nigga real hard in his pussy (faggot ass nigga) and I hope that his tube's tucked get a crackhead to stab his eyes for two bucks it'll be more then ya brains and intestines that's screwed up (get rid of that whack shit you holdin) the shit that I'm gettin on will leave this niggaz body so hot you can only touch him with mittens on (Mmm) skulls get crushed and backs get twist stuff his ass back in the hole of that crackhead bitch Uh! my minds more serious, thoughts more skeptical I'll steam his ass up like a vegetable "F" ya crew I told ya'll once it ain't much to prove so I win and I only chose to win cuz it sucks to lose and I advise you to duck cuz I ain't giving no warning spray til the fucking morning is up so bye-bye lil nigga bout to die lil nigga and when you get there see how high Heaven is up. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

Isn't that why they have the 'Rate My Rhymes' section? Real Flawz vs Clinton CA$H

Ha! Ha! This character thinks I'm biting peoples rhymes . Thats not the first time I've heard someone say that. Let's get it straight It's Pure Fucking Skill Nigga. Step ya shit up lil scrappa. You said it your sel yous a young nigga. But I'ma come back swingin with ease. Best believe that Homeboy. HOLLA!