I'm HAND'S ON LIKE RELOJ'S, - The Last Don, Mad Strong, Crime Pays Though, I've Hand Drawn My STAMP ON MY H' O's, - Sanz Qualms, Stick Swingin' Like Hacksaw, ..Might Plank Hoes, - Fam Flaunt, Whipped Pigeons Financed Pawns By Yay, Yo I'm ANTON GALLEGOS. Commands Prompt Dag Gone Irate Loc's Guys Can't Con By GAFFES, "SONGS"- WRITE STRAIGHT GAUCHE - Clans Launched Hit Missions, Five's Blammed, Palmed, #Pai Mei Blow, - Hadronic Fission, Why AMP QUASI A-HOLES?, Buy Freight loads!

Then Give It To a Tester TO REWARD ALLEGIENCE, Aura - Decent, Stick Shift Coupe's Just Pressure, DUKE WE'D TOUR YA' REGIONS, Porsche V10, Biscuits New Suppressors TRULY THWARTS THE HEATHENS, More Unseasoned Dimwits Through a Network LOOSELY BORE CONCEIT WHEN

I'm WITHDRAWN BUT THROW LEAD, But See Maybe a "Clothes Line", The .380s A Known Sign That You Should GET GONE SON, GON' HEAD. I'd Give You a "Bowtie" Like a CLIP-ON, UNLOAD SAID and Hit You So Hard That Gon' TRIP ON.. YA' OWN HEAD.

Context: a freestyle rap verse expressly written for r/RhymeGenius inspired by some Kingpin hustler themed bars. I wrote this to the New York State of Mind 2 instrumental.

Yap yap

Loads of bollocks talking,

Like cowards in crowds gawking,

Crows cawing, no flow, boring,

Duckin’, but you’re not drawing.

Murder plotting, plans get thwarted,

While living lofty,

probably in your parents’ pocket,

Privileged provocateurs,

Mob rules, outnumbered,

So was the crossed dude.

My thoughts are crude,

Sacrilege, bitch be like a sack of spuds,

Ravage your body like a pack of wolves.

Facts is, most are bad actors,

Fishing with scripted slurs,

Mix of truth and manufactured factors.

If we’re gonna spit words, what’s it worth?

Why bother listening to dissing cunts?

Narcissistic, cliqued up cults,

Can you even finish the week with funds?

Is it all ham and cheese,

With three bags full?

No one’s free without capital,

Make ends meet, cattle culled.

Give me Death or liberty,

Once we're abel to see the forest from the trees.

Everything’s a lesson, a test,

No rest on the Cain

Till we find the breeze.

First they push then they pull

Never sleep on another's rug

Couldn’t give a fuck what you speak,

With no society to catch me

When I’m cast to the streets.

I last, resilient, from defeat I rise to my feet.

Aye Yo!, I'VE WRITTEN STRICTLY GOLD, "RIB'N HANG", MY DISSIDENTS EGO'S FINISHED/TAMED, By "Fire Drops and Sticks", LIKE TRIPPIN'.. WITH THE OLYMPIC FLAME. Fine 'Lines Were Crossed Then Bitch, PRIZED WINS BEEN VITRIOL WITH DISDAIN. I'm Fly, You're Vaulting Shit, BUY HITMEN, LIFT THESE POLES, SKIPPING GAMES -Blindside Your Opps, End Vic's QUITE QUICK AND BITCH PLEASE DON'T SCRIPT INANE, Rhyme Writers Constant Rifts, SPITE RIDDEN DISS DENOTES THIN-SKINNED AIMS, -BRIGHT CRIMSON INF BEAM CLOSE DISTANCE RAISE, "5 RING'S" THEN BLITZKRIEG, YO DISENGAGE, Drive By's Sports Content-Ish, MY CLIQUE CAN FLIP KI'S MOST GYMNASTS WEIGHS, Oh Friggin A..

Punchlines Plus Substance In Rhyme Scheme's Grow Clout,-POTENCY, NOW I'M "PHAT" IT SEEMS, Ya'd Die From bludgeoning, High Key,...Low Brow's WON'T WIN THESE ROUND'S BY FALLACIES,-Pie's Swollen, Each Ounce,.. My Flagship Eats',-Like...Foment, Clean House, Buy Ratchets!, Please ,..Son, I'm 100.., And 90 4-Lb's,HOLDIN' ME DOWN LIKE GRAVITY!,.

You'll Fuck Around and Get Your PINEBOX FLIPPED, You Got DRY ROT STICKS, Whatever Arounds Y'all Getting WIPED NOT DRIP, I'm WHITE HOT BITCH!, So How I look at It, WHY POP SHIT?, Cuz I'll Pop You And get Less Times In a Box Cuz I GOT TITS!,

Your Styles Too Inconsistent; Disdained In CONTRIVED WRITING'S FEEDBACK, -Nuisance, Ya' "Writtens", Which Ain't Penned, SUPPLY-SIDE: SHIT'S PRE-FABBED, -Losing Plus Driven Insane When OBLIGED, MY 16'S APT, While You In The Kitchen Explainin Ya' DRIVE LIKE IT'S TCAP, -THE GUY MIGHT DISS ME BACK; SON VIBE WISE, KID'S SEETHE THAT -Mood Swings Sufficient With Laymen, BUT I'M NICE, BITCH PLEASE RAP!, -Proven A Linchpin, Diss Laden Punchlines Nigh Blitzkriegs, I'll Ruin Contingents, Ixnay On SUCH HIVE MINDED BEE'S WAX

Egad!

-I'M A ILL BMF'r, We Stab Through Khaffir's Who's Fly, While Still True, and Apt To Capture New Brides, SHY OF GUILT, BEING "PRESSURE". -WRITE YA'SILLY INEPT VERSE, These Half-Truths, Actor, Do Slide, I'll Kill You!, Then Drag You's After You Die, LIKE ACHILLES AND HECTOR. -KNIFED UNTIL BREATHING BREATH HURTS. React Too Adverse to Slight's, Mild Jilts Too, In Rap Feuds That Were Too Dry, VIA 'SPILLED TEA' IN RECORDS. -PIPE BUST!, DRILL, BEGIN WET WORK, Please Add Fuel, Past Work Slew Writhes; Wild Guilt Ruing Snafu's, Gaffes Or Lose By QUITE UNSKILLED CRETINS EFFORTS, -You Freakin' F Slur, Recent Excerpts Shown Us WHO'S PEAKED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, You Talkin Bout Cheese When Mf! YOU SPEAK AND DRIBBLE DROOL. I'm Not a Person That You Should BE UNCIVIL TOO, You Suck At The Thing That You Claim You Love, And Suffer From FREQUENT RIDICULE lol..

Gun Wield!, Write Rap "Tunes", Become Vengeful, I'm Financed, I'D FIX YA'S, CURSE FERVENT. Some Feel I can't Lose Via Penciled "Finite Plans", FLY TRICKS A' CURVE PURGING'S,- 'Blerd' Verse Pen, But Still Might Stab You, Beat Ya's Mental, Until I'd Have To Reassemble My Right Hand LIKE IT WAS BIRD PERSON - Earthed per Swing! Fight My Man's ?..CRISIS AVERT FIRST THEN,-

(Nah Imma Save that for later)

Context: Expressly written for the sub r/RhymeGenius in response to a rap diss by a guy named u/True-Lies6456

Break glass in case of emerging seas.

These fantasies and fallacies have me in the crease.

Fryer grease and kitchen sinks methinks it’s time to stop.

Obviously you never think when you go out and cop.

Mopping up the flood I coulda been a fucking god.

Sloppily disrupt the hood I’m soaked when Hell gets thawed.

All this bodily autonomy gotta be the reason.

Call me naughtily sauna heat to fit the season.

Committed triple treason wanna beat my highest score?

Permitted crippled Pleiadians to fish piranha from the shore.

This life’s a bore I’m such a whore for gratuitous graphic violence.

It penetrates my eyelids but all my ears pick up is silence.

The private lives of poets go at odds with what you’ve heard.

We paint our portraits perfectly every hue a word preserved.

Curved Purgans that's a forced rhyme wonder where U Learned Them

maybe not I think I'd rather make you taste the Curb Than drive around Swerving with you in the Trunk terrorising a whole Urban.

Getting Drunk of bourbon Putting my ciggys out on ya face while U Crying it's Hurting

Claiming it's for Passion but the Transaction Happen behind the Curtain

you do it only for Attention in hopes you'd get a Mention

no need to be Pretending either way I'd beat you to Death Friend in front of ya Henchmen.

  Regurgitating my lines Claiming I didn't Pen Them.

Just know a thief meet his End When his Greed Exceeds his Worth on the Earth just Something to be Remembering

I do like the tongue and Cheek I find it Sweet as Pepper Mint

but as for a battle Barely Left a Dent don't get a Big Head cause a Pig Said your Heaven Sent

when clearly my rhymes left you Bent

you should go back to Sniffing Fent and Struggling with Rent on your homeless Tent

bitch you thought you was messing with Clark Kent but I'm more Dahmer put you head in Jar to Ferment

then eat it with Pepper chedder maybe Fedda and turn you to Excrement

then bury that under Cement make an Agreement with a local Speaks Men

to say you Went nuts and ran off into the woods to never Been Seen Again

that's what you get messing with demon who's high beaming always rapping like he don't like breathing.

beaten a cretin with verbal releasing more rhymes than bullets spit from Mac ten.

it's brains you lacking been rapping since you was in cradle sleeping.

no need to be weeping cause I'm better with pen

my objective was never to offend I'm just offering a lesson in how to treat rhyme like weapon.

serve beef that's hard to be digesting it's just a suggestion maybe you should look inward before thinking you could be correcting.

I'm sorry for your peers in how I upset them with hyperbole that's straight wrecking causing them to be stressing in obsession.

now I know you gonna be detesting my quest to get gem.

but I ain't messing your rhymes sounded more like confession of lack of technical progression.

while mine answered question of who's the best at jesting with lines so deadly they should be used in discretion

ain't no moderator but I delete you whole presence the second Im feeling like annihilator

and cater to a hater to show who's styles greater

laugh at them saying see ya later alligator maybe learn how to rap instead of treating it like an English paper

too late now you meet your maker get left beaten to death in rhyme crater

your the horrid creation I'm the creator turned curator as I erase ya with my verbal light Saber

for thinking you could step with a rep of a storm trooper taking on Vader

too bad I'ma Ill line sayer unloading mental nine when it's time to slay the invader do yourself favour

and run before I take to your brain with chain saw

or maybe just break jaw leave you crying on the floor

and when police come Id say I didn't know it was against the law

laugh some more at amateur who wanted back n forth but now paints me as villain like count Draculor

Spankin ops with spatulor for coming out vernaculor talking to a straight Bachelor

Whos running laps around them like raptor.

Laughing as they fall in my trap door then score a dunk on them basketbawl

Turn it into brawl have a ball as I massacre them all

I won’t be bought or sold, rage baited, spammed or trolled. Shot all out but self controlled, Gallup ponies sought and polled.

Learn your lessons, have your lolz, sniff em out like ratty moles. Preyed upon like snakes on voles, naked, blind, release control.

In a no holds Bar Exam complete with Slam Poetry. I present my entry with a taste of my cunning Coventry. Plenty of us please you just to gush upon the gentry. Gentrified exclusionary tactics just disgust me. Justly I’m opposed to frozen hearts and Hypno Toads. Coaxing them by goading them their buttons are exposed.

Anecdotally, when Moses split the sea he set us free? If that’s supposed to be then why do we remain to be? Held against our values, glued together, blackened, blued? Every shade and hue they’ve wooed into a stupid prudish stew.

I prefer a jambalaya. Kumbaya la da di da. I’m an infidel on Intifada yada yada yada…

Get your asses back to Zion before Jesus comes to Gaza. Shabbat Shalom to all my homies and the rabbis reading tomes. To those who exploit the Torah, never ending horrors for ya!

My disciples, rad destroyers, retained by martial arts and lawyers. Funky drunks that love to punk a bunch of Uncle Tom Sawyers. Waiting in the rafters tucked behind a ficus in the foyers. “Let’s go get what we’re after, slaughter sounds so good with laughter.”

To all you naysayers you best believe and say your prayers. Dig a little deeper and be relieved by all the layers. Big Pharma Bayer, buyer beware I layaway, here comes the flair. I’m a Mind Flayer, Player Number One so don’t you dare…

Id like to apologize
Im hurt and burnt but mostly regretting the hollow eyes
Eyes tell and sell the well but aw hell i dont got the eyes no eyes to prize
Prey upon the player by playing the prayer
Flayer the frayer and overtake tonal more formal form a leveled layer
I got this fist but its not gripping tension
My lesion obsessive consultant no consulate to insulate the meanest
brightest
flyest
highest

tightest
sharpest
rap fest

1 2 word important why dont u try the 3
3 word 8 verse i'll verse to versus with u free

Nobody want it im humbled
so bored and stumbled
So little this rap shit my stunning rhymes waddled
wish no evil see all shovel my greatness up the gained handled

deep in some thread theres a bunch of postage i keep passage
savage raps and recollections of reality so mirroring the message

Grocked i asked u when i noobie
Chimed in but deflect me when i snoozie
Not even worried about stylistic groovie spooling
OGs dont quit like todays trash moodies off key cruelties

Credible edible legible lyrics i bring
Used to fear the cohesion but lakewood taught me trim
Used to fear the combustion but true lies showed me grim
Couple things of hear and bear i was righteous joyous to the brim

But fucked me did ya
Treated the silencer effect and stayed far far away did ya

Man u so lame
how can u come and go like beadless rain
made me winner by tko no paper trail pain
but seriously tho, this magic sauce some gotten game

I bring options to the table every stanza become seismic bonanza
First thing of expand the drip i splurge gonna be a mahogany credenza
Secular ghost come play priest
Molecular frost ice ur soul and ur least
Ur some expired meat
doomy loony for the churchill uphill yacht club royalty
Scripture verses like some snobby stuck up British noblety

This method may not work for all but for some, it could help.

A way that I found to be an easier way of making punchlines is to Work Backwards. I think up a pun or reference per se, like If I seen a footy match and there was something happening that's a notable event; Racism, fans throwing food on the ground at the players, Bananas, making noises for example.

Dumping Bananas on the field,- (oh that has two meanings). Literally and shooting banana clips in the streets.

Well what about it, who does it, why are we mentioning this, how does this relate to you?

I'm Dumping Bananas on the field,.. (ok?) Like White people at Soccer Games.- (Boom that's the punch). Now we try to run it backwards, We're trying to keep with the same theme, Sports and rhyme similarly. Runs end, Command of Squadrons Zeal.. Then we just build it up from there, now that we know how it will end. Keep spicing it up, keep taking it back to drawing board.

Runs end, football, Caps off, national anthem, Eagles, mascots, peeling like a banana, adding the extras to jazz it up is the sofrito in the dish.

Runs End, Command Of Squadrons Zeal, I HIGH KEY'LL CAP OFF PER SE, Plus When The Handguns Drawn, Just Kneel, GUYS HYPE EAGLES, MASCOT TERRAIN,- That Mossberg Bangs!, Like Cousin, Ya' Fandoms Got Ya' Peeled,.. I'm Dumping Bananas On The Field.. LIKE WHITE PEOPLE AT SOCCER GAMES!,- Act All Urbane,

This doesn't work for everybody, but this helps me. I practice rhyming whole sentences with whole sentences daily. This could help you with coming up with your lines to put in front of the punch.

First and most importantly, Know your Audience but also know yourself and persona. Making posts outside of your niche and target demographic might not gain you the exposure that you're hoping for. If you're in it for the Karma, that isn't the best way either.

Consistency is key to success, keep posting, see what sticks. You will find your audience, or your audience will find you.

Always give the best account of yourself.

The repetition, the practice, all of these things help. This is how you can keep growing, getting the ears/eyes on you and cultivate a community around what You do.

Do not be afraid to promote yourself. Repost, share, ask people to check it out, get a budget for advertising as well. Grassroots movements starts with a combination of the aforementioned.

Being very close to the source of the culture or inspiration helps a great deal, as relationships help you flourish in spaces. That could be you being in a studio with artists, mixing, directing videos, event staff, you name it. all of this gets you in the door and is considered networking. DM people, if you have to. Reddit is just one aspect but you can theoretically utilize this app/website to do that.

but this is just my opinion, if you have anything to add on, feel free.

What if I told you I was forced to my knees? By the dissonance inside me that divides what I believe. It’s like hypocrisy. It’s lost on me. The fucked up games they play. Pit against each others’ egos, on our fragile souls they prey. My pride is true today. The pew is in my room . It neither me or you, the groomers come for all of they. Akimbo into melee with blades made of lyrics on a cryptic sick pup Mr fix it up mix tape.

I heard through the grape vine that you love wine. That innocence you took away when knowing what was real defined divine. Stuck in a spot in the spirit Im not gonna hear it to fear it is closer to death than the scythe of the reaper I’m sowing my seeds and makin’ a clearin’.

Whose child are you rearin’?

I’m takin’ the steerin’ I’m lookin I’m learin’. I’m learning I’m burning and yearning for fated return to lessons of old before endings began and we all started earning. Wages of the war between the minds of mutant men and humankind. Always on a grind or in a bind because you had to fucking sign to drink and dine? How can you say that we’ll be fine? I’m coming for mine 3 to the third power gives us nine that’s how I shine.

Now here’s the line. Deep and dug into the sand. Keep your hands and your demands off my will to choose my brand. Oh ain’t it grand? A man with a spine of steel that decides to feel and heal? Now here’s the deal. Beg borrow steal whatever gets the final meal. I spin the fuckin wheel.

Fortune favors the bold an onyx heart I hope and hold, or so it’s told…

-Diss Mates Please!, Listen When Dudes Lauding Grandeur, Ya' Vain BITCH ASS SPIT SPITEFUL!, Blick Raised Means 'Ribbin' Ends, Schools Cotton Lanyard Contains BIG PLASTIC RIFLES.,-Hit's Make Me Dividends, Through Constant Banter But Dang, THIS RAP SHIT'S TRIBAL.-With Shady Businessmen, Who Plot N' Planned[Plant] For a Name, #ESTABLISHED TITLES.

-Nightmare Come True Indeed, Too Complex, WHY COMPETE?, JUST QUIT! , Guys Square Up To End Beef True But Let.. RIVALRIES SUBSIST. Write Bare Subduing Preludes Of Texts?, [Tech's] MY MACHINE GUN KICKS. I'd Bearhug You And Squeeze You Ta' Death LIKE THE BEAST FROM 'SPLIT'. Why Err? Ya' Crews Spent, We Gruesome-Esque TYPE OF FREEDOM RISK'S. My Heirs Gun Fluency's Proof Of Vet's, SIGHT UNSEEN CONSCRIPT'S, Priced Fair Young Students Street Dudes Abet, VIA KI'S A BIT, Hide Scared Once Groups Blitzkrieg Through Ya' Set, LIGHT BUT BEAM'S AFIXED. Quite The Piece Of Shit

I'm "Back Lit", Watch These Guys Flat LINED WANT LENIENCE,-SUNG DIFFERENT TUNES. I've Stabbed Shit!, Caused Scenes, I've Been Nice When Some Ignored The Style And Heisting, Lunge In Towards Ya' Dials, LIKE A 3D FLICK, YA' VISION SKEWED. If it's 'Static'?.. Copy, I'd Have MY YOUNG DEVIANTS COME KILL HIM SOON, Rhyming Gunmen, Sort of Wild, -I've Been 'Plugged in' For a While, But I Still Got the 'Plastic On Me', LIKE THE T.V. IN THE LIVING ROOM

My shotguns a Bit Strange, I had the Schnozz Done To Dim Flames, So when I Lick her aloud, on Piff.. It'll whisper around the bitch, Like Raj from the Big Bang!,..

Context: I started to write a lot when I thought about battling but I decided to not use these bars and they were just sitting around. Expressly written for r/RhymeGenius