this nigga talkin bout he flow too crasy
back in da day dogs bite ya and give you ol school rabies
but this aint ol school you can get killed today
u spit like you got ya rhymes from kid and play
so i spit this shit that make cats shiver
clap back the heat and push back livers

his name is supercilious, hate 2 be suspicious
but im thinkin that this corny bitch is actually delerious
im serious, supercillious, he rites about dogs n rabies
his mom got kicked out tha hospital fo havin ugly babies
ol skool rabies, tha fuck is u smokin bitch
yo flos dont make sence, like dirty hoes bein rich
fuck this rhyme, your the biggest waste of time
that i seen on this board, if u was holdin a mic
peeps ed pull tha fuken cord................

MC AK...makes me feel like saying MC WACK
this young man is barely wacker than KRACK(my nigga)...
u saying his mom got ugly babies...
when ur mom had the same with her babies..
b4 talking,look at urself in the mirror...
man it would break up cos u so outta figure..
this nigga must be dumb,cant even spell..
didnt your mum teach u to write "gheto" well?..

...ugh fuck it...

XxXtacy, man shit sounds like ur spilling your words...
obviously hes a pill poppin porn addict, livin in 2 worlds....
cuz in one world hes an MC, the other he's feind...
and hes gna post a reply to me jus to look mean....
hes got 64 posts, soon he'l know wot a 69 is...
its where you get banned from this site for talkin shit....

hate 2 say it, but chu worse then xtacy mayne
feds should d-tain yo ass fo mental rhyme drain
yo raps is a pain-2-read, i wish yo brain-wud-bleed
so u cuz quit writin-wak, no point in fightin-back
cuz crackheads could rite better words then this dude
i wish hed go 2 a resteraunt n eat poisonous food
then hed be through, no mo rappin while u fucked off cain
u only got choself to blame, ritin shit raps wit a name like d-tain



an ay, jonix, u won call me a weak herb
battle me bitch

Yo AK, I would never of thought so
You'd take things too personal that you prolly got a lost soul
Don't be cryin' in your bed because of the things I've said
I'm just followin' the thread, keystylin' from the head
Your rhymes are distorted, that's why no one understandz it
Maybe cos' your eyes is blurred from typin', or maybe it got slanted
Now don't be foolin' us cuz' you coulda registered as D-Tain
Triple D knowin' you not blind so you must be Dumb Death and Detained!!

Quit your cryin' dawg..

not to shabbey-if ya writing dear abbey.-- stay offline dont b wasting time--cause when the buzzer sounds,its on -lyrically your mine--ill hitcha with metaphors u cant comprehend--im not haten,but your rap is pretend--it figures you rap bout that hilton chick--cause on the mic u live a simple life,bitch!!

Now what to we have here, another herb breakin' down his fears?
Readin' shit online cuz' you have a pair of ears that cannot hear?
Well too bad, I'm sorry you could not communicate
But if you happen to see me in the streets I'll be ready to humiliate
This wanna-pretend rapper, who's never picked up them bittens
Or even stepped in a fight, it shows he pussy like them kittens
So listen, oh wait I forgot, you deaf like a hearing dog's owner
Who said anything about some Hilton chick, just because it gave you a boner

and I'm done...

Man this dude got probs hes wack, screwed at the top like a bottle cap..
haha.. what kind of herb ups a cypher thread.. this kids mroe than wack..
i smack jonix, skill, my raps-got-it, all the dickriders know they wannit..
im fightin for profit..rippin this kid while hes still tryna type in ebonics..
ima crack-n-shock-im, this kid pretends like he rap from the projects..
man Aks no "dawg" .. you no thug... why act when u not black..
im white too, but this kid stinks of wanna be, why cant you rap honestly..
u the worst guy ive rocked or seen.. wish u was 50 n em but you not really..
I bet this herb attempts-to-crawl round bitin other mcs rec's n all..
fuck this kid.. i write hot shit rolled back jammin to last emperor..
with his secret wars, part two, ill be innit,..
fakes die off.. but real mcs are infinite..

in all this tension, i think you forgot 2 mention
that you delerious, fuck dog, you relly cant be serious
you tellin me im white? jus shows that u dont no shit
then u sayin that i bite? what the fucks yo beef kid
i bin readin yo shit for a while, im findin-u-faulty
cuz you commin up with weak punches, relyin-on-a-multi
bitch ass, i dont lie, born n raised in a project
you a dawsons creek white boy, jus lossed my respect


(yo no beef 2 white people in this, just this corny bitch up here^^)

Ooo Look At This Kid Riff Raff
i Take HIs Rip His Raps In Half
And Shove Him Up His Own Ass.
But i Guess He'lll Just Laugh Cause He's Used To That.

EB

I'll curse Ur children befor birth, make em take more dirt than off road 4 wheelers/
Ramsack wak attacks from a riff raff dick riding ball eater/
U'd think I turn the temprature Up from the hottness of four heaters/
U couldnt spit right, even if Ur moms toaught U it properly/
Verbally rip the ground U walk on and make Ur yard my property/
the mic was invented to honer me, but U get on Ur knees by choice/
my objective is to be like catholic priest and scar young boys/
Ur talking about owning shit, but Ur buildings toy blocks/
Bite down on Ur throat and destroy Ur voice box/
so audio is not an option for U, give into textyle/
then get a job in the real world cuz EverBody in this cypher just got exiled/
I make niggaz slowly start missing like X-Files/

Vote in atleast one battle in my sig honestly. We'll return the favor. thanx peace.

sup eye..lol

stop raisin-a-buzz.. man your not hot quit playin-me-cuz..
I dont think im dope, but i cant remember a time u didnt say-that-i-was..
the gay-in-you-lusts.. jump on the nuts of every vet-that-you-see..
wack crew so whod you ask to join? yep, you bet-it-was-me..

Dont even lift ya head up, bitch ill leave ya lips buried-in-concrete..
fuck it, scrach the gun talk, drop, then let various-bombs-speak..
Head fulla slugs-from-my-heater, mix ya blood-fulla-ether, dilutin-ya-health..
n if your dissin dudes for dickridin, might as well start includin-ya-self..

one

a lil wak cypher verse for One Man

this nigga freeposting, that type of shit'll cost U "Life"/
Im "still" waiting for Ur verse to drop, all that bullshit was nothing but hype/
Punches hit one man and turn em into a thousand members wit no strife/
thats why he in my crew, he tryin avoid us 2 crossing mics/
this a curcus the way Im tossing knives just to blind side U from both sides/
I'll str8 out dominate U, Like Prince in those cold tights/
He's stay like the fantastic 4, his fith member plays the wrong side/ (look at his record)
Punchlines Hit like thundervolts, they gottem doing electric slides/
U could'nt battle me if U came wit more member in Ur band than N'Sync/
a colab for this nigga is...me holding his hair back while he vomets blood on the sink/
one man in a band is lonely, and bad for Ur social health/
so I'll break U in half just so U could get besides yourself/

this is for eyedentdy

is this foo' for real, does he think he's that good/
beat you down like ice cube send you to those boys in the hood/
here son a little lesson to learn/
when you diss somebody you gotta make em feel burned/
your verse felt like sumtin a bitch would write/
if i ever see you in my line of sight/
better duck down cus it may be your last night/
he gotta a picture of pac but he from the bronx/
take that into mind n give it a lil thought/
shit pac didnt even like the east/
now ima make this muthafucka cease to breathe/
your are just a unreasonable action/
I'll make him hit the ground before he even knows what happens/ :shoot:

MC SYX:

... yo, i own mitres, rip cats for fun in the cyphers..
didnt even read ya verse n im bored of ya one line rhymers..

well,.. that was wack but whatever..

eye:
yo, I bring-colossuss, check it, my swings-n-drops-hit..
you cant diss me.. youre the one with less wins-than-losses..
flingin-this-gay, ya rhymes are wack, simple-and-played..
I punch constant.. cant count how many hits-n-misses-u-layed..
not even hobos got cents worse-than-ya-verse-made..
n' before you use speechmarks try learnin-some-wordplay..

one

one man band, youre as shit as they come/
look at you, dissing two people at once/
im wreckless with the mic so get ready to run/
love beatin up bitches, then when im done/
ill dance on your grave, givin you no respect/
if youve got any skill, its hard to detect/

30 seconds for you...

Lunatic is like `suicide with gunz` better -|re-specked(pect)-ya-self|-...
battling you is like damaging `drugs` the way i'm -|wreck-in-the-L|-...

wat the fuck, im gonna muddle and kill you/
i didnt get your 1 liner, because of that jumble of symbols/
read the rules, this cyphers a six like minimum/
so fuck off, im gonna can you like aluminium/
internal you liar, you never even touched a gun/
droppin my lines by-ya, kill you just for fun/

stop freeposting?.. dude.. you just freeposted then...^^
contradictions like that jus make u look worse then him...
your multies are more off-point , then un-organised crimes
where i come from, cunts get fucked up, for spittin those sort of weak rhymes..
lunatic lines, one-man-bands crossed em aswell
hes so bad he makes SYX look more slick then hair gel
get off ya dick.. shit, dont make me fuken laugh
you had a fan, untill you made the cunt look like a fuken ass...

wtf sin.. uncalled for.. and ya verse was all filler and whining..

yo, i chop-heads with hot-text, sin's dome'll drop-next..
what i gots-fresh.. your verse is spoiled by sour concepts..
sparkin-the-heat, park-n'-retreat, freestyles have ya chalked-in-the-street..
take him to hells my burnin desire, scorch m' wit fire, hes marked-fa-defeat..
sharkin-ya-cheek, i'll rip ya whole fuckin face-apart..
laser-sharp, lyrics pierce ya chest n' taze-ya-heart..
ya verse could be good, just fix the endin, middle, n' replace-the-start..
stoopin-ta-hit-ya you so low, but my punches bruise-n-they-blister..
second to "nun".. just like we was racin n' i lost the cruise-to-a-sister..

one

jus tryin to elevate bruh, no beef.

one-man-band, understand, ill rip your bland words appart
rappins are a fine art, im turbo charged, your weak like a golf cart
mustnt be that smart, the only chalk in the street your leavin
is girly games, hopskotch, ill make u choke, till you barely breathing
call me heathen, im sin, n im not afraid to kick u in the shins till u bleedin
im sick of siftin through bad rappers, pick em out like the game was a garden.. im weedin.......
fuck it, ill give you a blood clot, im hot, its like were playin russian rullette, n u got the single shot

I beat sins head in till He cant think of nothing but enemies/
make em catch amnesia, lost his proof of eyeDentdy/
Trying to spit garbage, U tossed Ur self out/
Do like Jason Phillips(jada kiss), and Knock Ur self Out/
I'll leave Ur eyes dailated worst then Ur picture/
while trowing punchlines at U like a Chinese ninja/
U must but Etheopian from the way U starbing for rymes/
If I was U, when Id write my verse, Id take that extra long time/
even think twice befor actually posting it/
think 3 times befor calling friends over the crib and showing it/
U most've love Dick riding, cuz in this site Ur blowing it/
this nigga'll copy my rymes word for word like he writing documentaries/
Im battling in the streetz live, while U wont even be a textyle ternament entry/

i role over this eyedentity proof//
actin like some mans are affraid of the truth//
i beat you in the booth, 17 and juss a youth//
uplifting off a zoot, while i fix ya//
"I'll leave Ur eyes dailated worst then Ur picture"//
nah 'll be leaving you blind by the visions of my scripture//
as i regain the title like a premier league fixture//
and your spelling is done slopperly//
and how bout rhyming properly?//
while i rob your state property//
just to gain poverty upon this game of monopoly!!

nine posts full of jokes/this fag,gains less than a gay for a blow(blowjob)
you verse is so poor,that i'ld splurge in the poverty world..
im called Xtasy..so i fuck u up & stop ur heart from T-O-Bing(throbing)
you only nu to RB,u still on time to leave,theres no space for a newb
these few lines are easy to grind,but i bet u'ld re-read it cos u blind..
u call ur sefl"theoriginalblitz",after this diss u tagged as "theoriginalbitch"..

XxXtasy your spit was weak, i'm here to fuck you up, putting holes through ur head, making it rain down bullets, and through ya chest, making u think wheres my vest, too late for ya vest,cause ur died,u think ur the best, well now XxXtasy ur nothing but Xtasy

DMX_1 get sparked you drippin wit wack juice.Who in tha hell make you a member,you should get kicked out fa bein you.I can tell from ya rhyme flow,down syndrome is ya handicap.They shouldn't let children in here,where yo muthaf*ckin mami at?Leave yo corps where Miami at,and Heat tha remains,eattin you lames.Not tha livin dead,but slugs be eattin ya brains.A serious career change should be considered in ya future,yo flows passager side,don't make me purposely shoot ya.

Smok, this dude so dumb he couldn't even spell his name right
He missed the 'E' out in the end, prolly cuz' it came out his back side :laugh:
I mock Smok and put him in my sock with them other rocks
And swing it round 9000 degrees until he throws up cocks
Now who the fock wanna 'mess with me', 'test with me'
There ain't no better text-cee so it's 'best you leave'
You must be new to this game becuz' your lines ain't structured
So let me teach you a lesson not to forget, before you get hurt
Drop the keyboard and the mouse, so all you gots is a mic
Pick it up, spit, and battle me if you like

G

This english nigga again?
I thought i told u dont fuck wit me...
But i aint gonna fight wit this wannabe g...
Cuz this weak nigga talks n sounds like hes three...
U brought a bike to a street race...
Thinkin u could get lucky and maybe draft on my pace...
Cuz u know im the fastest one around these parts...
But this aint no video game there aint no restarts...
Yous a card boy... maybe u should b playin hearts...
All i can say is ur flows stink more than farts...
U say ur good y dont u get in a battle...
Cuz i think u need some1 to shake ur rattle...

1

This kid writins-is-wack, Seen nuthin like-ya-vocab..
flow2 types in ebonics, try hard, with 5-year-old-raps..
writs-that rip kids flick quick shit, spit raps-to-smite-ya..
my Scripture hits, flips, n sticks, bitch, cats-dont-like-ya..

ima have us rid-of-this-lame, what im spittins-insane..
quit rap kid, n go back to restartin ya video-games..
flippin-his-game... my dicks the only thing he can handle-n-straddle..
sad fuck.. only thing he could find, to rhyme with battle-was-rattle..

just some quick shit..

one

;p sup band :)..

funny how we strait back where we met..
only diff is i have,but you aint elevate yet..
scripts still scornfull and out of practice..
rhymes fake as Actors who've gone rappin..
you hot?,nah just burns from scratched acne..
bought a chain that rhymed,now kids flow flashy..
id rip out ya intestiens then get previews of ya shit..(literally lol)
id go another bar, but a drop of genius should be it..

...

u posted twice... still ur raps arent any good
Your cold as ice... i ran laps while you stood
U aint t mac... cuz skills is wat u lack
The odds dont stack... in ur favor like shaq
Backin u down til ur under the hoop
You jumped up n hit ur head making the crowd cheer wit a whoop
U couldnt elevate if u rode an escalator
Damn... u wouldnt rise if u were on an elevator
If u want you can call me a hater
But watch ur back if ur gonna go out later...

yo calamity...

calamity:
yo man... i got a feeling this dudes bitin his words-n-his-letters..
weak in cyphers but when you battle suddenly ya verses-get-better?..
u pack stocks-of-writs, ima pop-n-lock-ya-wrists, flock-n-drop-this-bitch..
only reason u ahead in our battle, is ya drop-got-on-top-with-links..

rip-n-beat-ya, my raps so hot, verses flip-the-meter..
Calamity, you aint that good.. get over ya misdemeanor..

ha!

flow2crazy u flow liek a baby blah blah.. whatever.. diss, drop back n hate-me.....lmao... didnt wanna ignore the poor guy

one

One man. One band, one stand, One hand
when you jack ur self off
i never seen you b4 maybe you turn ya stealth off
or maybe there now point to hear a one man band
he loner no one to help him when he in quick sand
all he has in him self and that still aint enough
cuz he could give a baby a beat down, he aint buff
he try to walk around like hes got all tha stuff
but this fagget never ride first class
un less he find a fagget CEO so he could ride his ass
that tha only way for tha ONE man BAND to get seen
so this fagget gon do any thing fo sa green

what a fuckin poser.. this a cat im gonna rip-up-n-fleet-yo..
so lame he stole his name halves from biggie-and-chino.. (thats chino xl..)
ima paddle-his-ass.. fuck up this stuck up, n rattle-the-fag..
that wanking punch is played, i seen it in practically every battle-ive-had..

this bitch is lame-n-stupid, picture perfect raps cos its frames-im-shootin..
I aint alone man.. i cypher with crew, n u couldnt touch the dame-im-rootin..

pff

one

lol.. band.. this is why i love cyphers..


you damn strait, my battles be hot as ya breathe, and nothin less..
breakin-ya-chest cavity, its Calamity when i be spittin-my-best..
I can sswitch-styles, move-crowds,gun diseased hoes like you by-the-pounds..

leave you beatin and bashed-out,nigga saw me in the casino n cashed-out..
fags-out, of the closet that is,i smash-mouths, that vomit and shit,passed-out..
the only pre-written i write for you is the one in ya will..
i give niggas the verse, then they finish the-deal..
outlastin-this-kid,he drunk like im passin-him-gin..
you caughin?,then i think i gave you a patha-na-gen..(pathogen)
blastin-within,watch as i'm trashin-his-limbs..
leave him more yellow then the back-of-his-timbs..

tryin your style on for size :evilgrin:

One-man-band... sounds like a generic brand...
Ur flow is annoying and just cant stand...
U didnt wanna ignore me... ha! good one...
U cant stand to me... Im like a scyscarper son...
U can run but u cant hide... wont get away by goin side to side...
Look at ur avatar... this boy got jacked...
Sorry u dont make par... ur gay thats y u got wacked...
This aint no miniputt so whyd u bring a putter...
Yea im talkin bout golf... did i stutter?
I know that the sound of my flow makes u shudder...
Boy why are u slippin u aint standin on butter

We all know u werent ignorin me... ur just terrified

oh he gon paddle ma ass what a kinky bitch
sory but Xl don't get down lik that so find some on else to scratch ya itch
cuz you think you can get ass from mea that shit unseen
tha only one who get my dick is chick oh ur turned envey green
but sorry i can't get down like that
so ill smack ya wit my gat
one-man-band haha shounds like tha next project form P
well you probally a joke like most of D-A B-A N-D....
so ill slit ya rist and bruse ya fist
and when you swing you mist
so that why youll lie on tha ground dead
and you floor got a new color its red
yo tha shit sound like im Clairvoiant (can see that future)
but i coman sence when you mess wit tha most flamboyant

calamity:

yeah how good r cyphers :P

Its good you didnt lie bout switchin styles, but u made it worse-n-told-me..
ya whole verse-is-faulty, before you use hyphens.. try learnin-the-multi..
the lines-ya-wrote-be amusing, but i hit hard rhymes-are-bruisin..
hottest verse u ever written... but think about whos-style-you usin?.(lmao)

my rockin-is-on-ya.. its just a cypher man, stop-with-the-drama..
my verse is dotted with punches.. yours is just dotted-with-commas..


sure no probs flow2crazy, u wanna battle i dont mind.... its your tombstone