Let's kick it off as fire extracts these bros are timid and have shit there pants and made a spillage have they had exlax let's give them clearage no time for a mismatch they won't come near it wow fire extracts will dispatch and they all fear it

You got 16 Bar's, I got 16 car's, all with rims that have 16 spokes that will give you a stroke,

You want a giggle, have a little jiggle cus the government got you in a pickle,

10 Billion for the game's, playing dead in the fields, not a penny to your name cuz it's all a game for fame.

Then 16 years old, watching the OG's getting P's, Weed, Coke & Hoe's, while I'm mashing, mashing potatoes in my kitchen wishing it was me with the G's mashing them P's with those Hoe's in their jeans.

16 times two, 32 minutes, I'll be chopping those 16 Bars into 32 key's, selling them on Little Biggy to my homies for BTC!

Now 32 I pillage and ravage, got all them P's without a penny to lose,
In my whip, with the sticky green trees, got their heads turning now with their noses pointing towards What's wafting, my lines now popping.

Chop it up bag it up, put is on the scales they can't see what I'm doing.

I got nothing to lose so make way I got places to be, turning myself into a certified G.

Yeah, check the tempo, let the piano keys bleed Cold concrete jungle where the hungry wolves feed
Every line painted vivid like a cinema screen
Chasing paper in the shadows for that ultimate green
Ninety-three on the drum, hear the snare crack loud
Standing tall in the cipher, separate from the crowd
No gimmicks in the booth, just the raw technique
Turning struggles into gold every time that I speak
See the resin dripping heavy, pure terpene gold
Six flavours in the stash, yeah, the story gets told
From the bottom of the block to the top of the game
Every syllable sharp, put respect on the name
Keep the circle real tight, watch the snakes in the grass
Heavyweight with the pen, yeah, I'm built to outlast
November twelfth is the date, lock the victory in
Drop the mic on the beat, let the cipher begin.

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Never tried rap before lol.
Here goes.

He's her son,
she's my sister
and I'm his daddy.
All Im hoping that your fire resin can help put that redneck shiz behind me lol

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Lol looking at others don't think I hit 15 bars lol, live and learn thanks again

Now it's back up on the wall let's see what happens !!

THE COMPETITION HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE WALL .WAS TRYING TO HAVE A FUN COMPETITION BUT LOOING AT THE RULES ONLY ALLOWED TO DO THINGS LIKE GUESS THE BITCOIN PRICE ! HAD SOME SICK RAPS SENT IN .IS UNFAIR BUT IL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE RULES OF THIS SITE !

Really really impressed with all these raps so far !!! Keep em coming guys and don't forget to buy my wonderful products !!

Cash Rules Everything Around Me,
Drugs ruin everything about me,
First to the last, breathe,
Can't do anything without weed.

No gimmicks I don't fuck with tricks,
No limits I don't huff this shit,
Everyone wants to run with this,
But bitches don't have no limits

Puffin on resin let me hit this,
Fire extracts keeps this fire intact,
Best vendor by far in fact,
Feeling so high that drag like crack.

Cash Rules Everything Around Me,
Weed feeds everything about me,
Seeds be sprouting up around me,
Kings be feeling that I crown these.

Let’s kick it off, six vapes, big prize I’m chasing
Spittin sixteen bars, I got the whole room blazing
Challenge got announced, but all the competition faded
I’m the last one standing, got the whole crowd captivated

White Truffles first, luxury in every pull
Wedding Cake next, sweet drip, got em stuck on full
Grand Dooby in the mix, big body, pure heat
Alien OG got me floating on up out this seat

Kush Mints keep it cool while I stay on the track
Rainbow Zelato drip, ain’t no chance we going back
These bros want the prize but they too pussy to try
I’m spittin pure fya, leave em all high and dry

No hesitation, pure lyrical assassination
Six live resin carts, that’s my motivation
Best sixteen bars, that’s my qualification
Juan on the beat, this my final destination
7/11/26
I kept rapping different variantions for like 2 hours, genuinely so fun, hope we get more submissions

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Six different flavours, six different names,
But consistency and quality are what earn the claims.
CCELL ceramic cores, designed for thicker oil,
But hardware alone can't prove what's behind the coil.
Seven-hundred microlitres, that's the stated size,
Yet independent testing tells the truth behind the hype.
Easy-peel stickers, giving stealth appeal,
But clear ingredients matter more than the deal.
High-quality claims need evidence to back,
Don't judge by the rating — check what's in the pack.

WORD
12.55 7.8.26

I stepped straight out the mist where the concrete is freezing,
manifesting a win while the rivals are sleeping.
The RZA keys weep while the bassline throbs,
I'm a heavyweight lyricist, firing shots.
Six live resin vapes sitting right on the shelf, and I'm claiming the collection all to myself.
Zero cost to enter, but the penalty's steep, for any amateur rapper trying to put me to sleep.
Shaolin shadow-boxing through the smoke and the static, automatic with the cadence, the delivery's classic.
A lyrical marathon, I'm setting the pace, six different profiles tailored to taste.
The countdown is ticking, the pressure is real, I'm locking the win and I'm sealing the deal.
Before the clock strikes midnight on the twelfth of November, I leave a legacy of smoke for the judges to remember.

I had some Hash
It felt like Sand
Had Munchies so bad
Day after my arse felt like Russel Brands
Youll get 16 bars
I remember when I had a 9
Full of Cling Film
And hot rocks all the time
Well I'm halfway through now on part 9
Just checked the clock and it's nearly spliff time
Bar 11 Ive smoked your extracts before
Then floated to heaven
I'm nearly done
And running out rhymes
Thank you Fire Extracts
If I don't win there's always another time!

Yo,
I got a tenner and a dream and a questionable habit,
Got a grinder in my pocket and a plan to go at it,
Got a plug on speed dial but he's fucking static,
I'm a broke-ass bastard with a botanical passion.
See, I'm chasing that green, not the kind in the bank,
Got a bag full of dreams and a lung full of dank,
Got a half-smoked spliff and a suspiciously blank
Look upon my face when they ask what I drank.
Now listen,
I ain't here for the fame, I ain't here for the riches,
I'm here for the prize and the cartridge switches,
Got my eyes on the carts and my mind in the ditches,
Free carts on the line? Then I'm raising the stakes, bitches!

I'm a horticultural hooligan,
Botanical delinquent,
Got a mind full of marijuana
And a bank account that's bleeding.
I'm scheming, I'm dreaming,
I'm leaning, I'm fiending,
Got a pocket full of rizla
And a personality that's steaming.
Wait.
Let me slow it down.
I've been a broke boy, smoke boy,
Walking round the town with a
No-job, low-coin,
Big-dream, stoner-boy mentality.
Casually, catastrophically,
Practically inhaling my reality,
Actually, if you hand me free cartridges
I'll demonstrate impeccable morality.

Yo… fun game FE, love it! Here goes!

Dust on the needle, let the kick drum crack,
Little Biggy drew my name, had to run that back.
Fire Extracts on the prize, six live resin vapes,
Count ’em like the stolen seals in a kung-fu tape.
One for the battle, two for the double take,
Three, four, five, six lined up like the temple gates.
Shaolin flick on mute, let the snare do the dubbing,
Every time FE posts, the whole room starts drumming.
I came for an oil-soaked coil, left with a six-piece haul,
Like a pawn took the king while the rooks stood tall.
RZA said, “You won one?” I said, “Count that stack,”
He got halfway through and had to start from scratch.
Cold rain on the sill, bass shaking the plaster,
Six in the case like a Shaolin monk master,
Fire Extracts stamped on the spoils of the draw,
Little Biggy hit my name, let the gong do the encore.