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im like a wizard with a crystal ball//
forseeing the future, any mc vs me will fall// its like im in an insane asylum// produce mad thoughts im rhymin// my productions have no boundaries// illness has now found me// call me a sheppard the way i herd mcs// line em up and rip em perfectly// |
i been bein hated but still been merkin/
my soul is ackin my heart in hurtin/ im consealed behind lies but i'll lift the curtain/ im tryin all possible ways yet nuthin is workin/ i feel like the outsider fight ta get in/ i got coke tucked low and hoes im pimpin/ if nigga talk shit then i hit him/ and leave 33 slugd on the chest like pipen/ i been a gangsta why before yall/ i was sippin on heny b4 kids could crawl/ i slang rap do drugs and ball/ he whos on top shall now fall/ |
for grillin-me i'll slice off ya dome faster then a guillo-tine
ya ass is weaker then a pillow-seam like when u dream a killin-me i'm tellin u man i ain't 1 2 be fucked-wit choppin off mull-ets hakin off ya arm an huck-it so far it'll reach the island a nantuck-et..chump man buck up suck-it-up ya luck-is-up yo ass is nothin-tough u kno u getten roughed up, blowin u over without even-a-puff watch me even-it-up i'm leavin-u-snuffed bleve me-n-trust in my cuts cuz i always back-em-up if i say i'm gona brake bones.. i'm gona drop some histarical shit till ya crackin-up just be backin-up befor i pull some drastic-stuff |
This rap game to me is like some sort of disease//
It fills me with hunger, thats why I eat these emcees// Most of ya think way too highly of yourselves// You think all or rhymes will be perfect? Bitch go to hell// Sayin' I'm whack because ya got some respect on RB?// I'd like to see some you homos make it big on B-E-T// Yea, so unless you done that, don't get on my shit// Cuz 'dawg' at least I know that my good lines aren't 'bite'// Fuck this, I ain't got nothing else that I really need to say// I hope that everyone on this site knows 'we all die someday'// |
niggas get blasted see cuz i aint playin games "my brother"
you wanna run from my battle fine i jus lay it to ya mother aint another mother fucker who could flow like this kid tryin ta rap audio but stays mic less when i write dis its off da dome like slug from my barrel that ripe up ya vest like you was rockin normal apparel |
most of yaahl dont understand,
most of yaahl dont understand-why they call me 80shots/
zoom around yo block-with a glok-that stop 80copz/ bulletproof whip-naah-i just ride in a tinted out hard top/ when my foes try kill me-most of there gloks still on lock/ wrong move-make sure when u rhyme u dont mention me/ dont care if yo a friend or a foe-dont fucking spit bout me/ six lines minimum-fuck it i spit ten lines maximum/ finish on tha internet now, ima bout to push ma magnum/ kill a few trickz who love to chat shit/ when u around me homie-keep yo mouth zipped/ check my battle, and vote yaahl: 80 v.s Weezy |
my flowin is remarkable, im known to ya brave
emtpy ya casket, n put holes in ya grave have ya body exposed in cave, for osama n sheep you like a vegetarian, neva wanted to beef you fukkin geeks..yea, an this net is a risk put this dog 2 sleep, w/o a vet in the mist turn ya chest into crisp, then im seein ya grace take a knive to ya hart, an al pachino ya face |
it's 730 no number no time...N no i ain't a clock
it's just that i hold stop watch N fuck up any block how i walk N how i pull up on cats they recognize that if i push up on a bitch then it ain't no excercize this a freestyle, keysyle weak style?...your bitch might think i's talkin bout you...if i'm sayin pin sized think wize...N sell my battle raps u see it's me cuz if any style i dropped on RB...dawg it must be free... |
i'm hot nigga u should jus call me a stove----
i'm internatianl nigga u can call me the globe/i'm the sense that makes bitches strip, yeah come out them cloths---and when the chick does that,oh well u know how it goes/i'm a basser nose on froze, i'm the wetness in water---i'm the fear set b4 ya when u just can't holla/i'm the devil ridin ya at nite, i'm the beam off the flash light---i'm the impact from the blows when peeps wanna fight/i'm that south boi, got a big dick that my greatest tube---i' that get the pussy wet nigga after i nutted on it for lube/i'm every silly thing that comes outta ur mouth---i'm what u call a prison, silence everyone, lights out!!! |
First post, second user name, im fucking ready to go
New name... Last, but before known as Dr. Gonzo No battle record, just kept it strict poetry with my flow but this time im ready to step and go lyricaly physco so watch for my first battle, get some popcorn, enjoy the show right now im just stretching my mind, kinda like before you jog, when you touch your toes |
ill battle ya friend... l battle ya twin
ill battle ya both... over and over again i trim, mc's with a mic and two turntables im living my fantasy life outside the fables my stallion often released from the stables fuck plat labels, ill do this shit myself my wit and lyrics are what get my wealth find on the top charts, thinkin.... damn thats some fuckin stealth ill tear ya health,known rip ya soul from ya physical my residual rituals known to give cats bad visuals |
wak emcces see freqeunts spits to beilve in been
so sik in a sequence to spit weak shit like there nam was chrit off m dome i stomp on hoes kncokc ya all down to teh flloorr so i em the ebst wit a tek un desetimate the smithnan catch a a wesson a lbeeson a test bitchcan u pass it thats the question i call u out.but all u do is shut ya mouth so i buk sum hat u duk when i speak but i mean your a how cake so ill make ya death slow an fatlerails to the point where i lite a joint an blaze or chaze ya oregan trails |
rippin ya time to teh stiches,,my spits are viscious so raw..
leave u in awe so u saw sum skill when i flash the steal u drop in appealment to the real illest killaz foreal u really think im revealin my ill punhces got a hunch im flowin till im rolloin til its time to eat.rewind the beat catcha a nine an fleet. EDIT:Since you posted more than enough lines above, I will allow this post to stand. Next time just add the lines to the post above instead of making two back to back post. ~Bounce~ |
can u interwind wit me.i line em see.an take ya note an pen out an rite when i speak..
switch in quick diminish this bitch weh n i flip the scrips. an diss this kid when i fininish him croost out the hit list. u wish uwas as ill as they comebut im one step better the the one. himself.u run when i spell words an send ya to hell when i unfurl theplatinum drops disarm vets an in harmless threats like sadam |
I'm iller than Michael Jay Fox and Magic Johnson combined,
Intwined and outlined in a vaccine that wack bitches can't find, I spit disasterous lyric with a forked tongue rippin' young guns, I do it for fun, kill bitches dead with my Big Puns!, I own this site as a n00b, vets be like 'who's that!!?' 'cause i don't only flips scripts, i revise them and crush these gnats! |
Yeah Ain no one else tired of these posers thinkin they ill.
Only need 1 defeat, gone, dey had there fill. Ain from da streetz, freshest bitch u can meet No shady, dont stand up, just take a seat Ain no heterosexual, chekin ma rymez fa filment of h2o I hit diz 'y0', Dis foreal cuz to many kidz put on a show |
My mind is wanderin and now Im wonderin why,
Tempa Tempa my rage be like the thunderin sky, Under skin lies these bitch true Identity, Thats why I still walk right thru my penalty, Im supposed to be dead but Ive gotten street smart, Mufucka's come lookin for 'me' only find the "defeat part", |
I see illusions//
wannab mc's experiencin confusion// think they rock da mic, lose it// leave the mic alone dats ur solution// or keep it up, and keep losin// sorry, i aint tryin to be rude// but its people like you// who make me do the shit dat I do// |
Lose the multiple posting before you start boasting//
its Cronical how i beat down mc's leave them froathing// 1-2-3 right in order all i need, Make u lose weight like speed// Cant run away from me, just run from ur greed// Seeking medical attension, Hip-hop has little to no convenction// Find a shrink talk out ur lyrical tension, teachin u a lesson// |
niggaz out here is soft i will put'em inna box, and put'em inna hole deeper than saddam so watch tha clocks/kuz its about that time, i gotta make an impact and make dis rap game mine/im sendin bullets yo way and u aint dodgin these bullets kuz dis aint tha matrix,and my shit stay reloaded so fukk u bitch/i dont need a revolution, but peep imma revolutionize tha rap game dats my solution/
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I'm kinda like a newbie to this game, but I'm still murkin'//
Look at my current battles, now you know why I'm smurkin'// These emcees don't expect it from me, they think I suck// If you really got somethin' against me, I don't give a fuck// You agreed to the battle, so it's really half your own fault// Cuz my name is 'As5a5sIn5' for a reason, I'm on the assult// Willin' to battle any emcee, who really wants to bring it// Just give me my mic, and watch as I magically spit it// Not the best freestyler, but if you give me enough time// You will regret it and all, as you read my punch lines// I hope this freestyle got you addicted like coke// Cause if ya liked it, please go in my sig and vote!// Peac3 Thx |
i came ta get dat loot tho i keep creme in da safe/
wit a vest on my chest and a 4/5th wit da beam oon my waste// kill and get away from the crime scence in haste/ i burn niggas wigs like blowin steam in they face// i got da coke da slang ta smoke i got weed but its laced/ i spit slug in ya mouth and kid blood a bad taste// i pase my race status ta be sure ta keep hold/ i form this rap game like god wit an mc mold// i seem old but kid im steal learnin ta roll blunts and blow/ last time i flowed the kids still burnin..that was 5months ago// |
Look, I'm tired of feelin hatred for the world around me
Like everyone else is a lumberjack and I'm a large tree The whole world tryin to cut me down so I'll fall to the ground Question? If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound I don't know I just hate everything that's goin on here I go and hide my thoughts in the bar when I drink beer Don't you see the sign, it says alcoholics thats right I get drunk as hell, then high, and then I flow tight I guess I just feel like there is no way to get out Maybe that's why my head is so filled with doubt |
Its Insane, the Pain Runnin Through my Viens Like Flames
Who's to Blame? Everybody thats why I keep a K Sprayin Fuck Fame, I tryin to get Cash In Smaller Bills But larger Wheels, And hit some nice ass-make models squeel My throttle peels Caps back Like fitted in South Central And my knuckles can make ya grill look like its on a menstral ....... |
i reverse scripts, leave a hurst flipped... burst lips wit perverse spits/
deliver punches wit a cursed fist, the devil may be evil but i'm the worst, shit!/- my frees destroy lames when i deploy flames in yah boys brain then/ laugh as he enjoys pain n' his ideas of tryin to exploit bane's sins/- and my wrongs don't get corrected, all my suggestions get rejected/ but my words'll make yall say oh my god so often they'll have jesus resurrected!/- so as long as i'm here expect wrongs to appear everywhere that calms disappear/ and wit this free i leave this promise sincere and by the time i leave i'll have the strongest in fear..... its a free :-/ |
what's the point in a battle if you can't battle on the fly
forum lets you spend all day typing up yo next reply most losers here re-using the same lines in their rant they turn more shit over than a recycling plant the more illiterate the better according to this place you know they'd be stumblin if this was face to face But here where the judges are as fucked as your penis You can steal lines from anyone and be called a genius Sad but true Im glad I'm not you still using lines that were yesterday's news |
looking through the eyez of thug
up at the blue skies and wondering wot lies up above am i headed for heaven or hell? wot have i done wrong? only god can tell if i can make it through and prevail in my life ive been trapped n stranded i've seen a lot through the eyez of a thug shit came to me, i neva planned it started out as an innocent child but afta a while i pushed up out of ma juvenile life style and now im moving on to bigger and better things shud i pick up wen da fone rings?? im dat confused someone help me become disciplined misery and depression conflict and confessions asking maself some questions its my unprogressive obsession i need protection to help me get through the suppression and depression someone's gotta guide me into da right direction 'for i explode to my suppressed aggression i've seen an end to lifes progression witnessed as an adolensent through the eyez of a thug |
Who knew being bored would bring me here
Went from being ignored, now i spring your fear go shed a tear, cause TR just switched face commpliments he used to chase, lost the race Such a disgrace, now you want to be in his place I dont usually cypher, as im ususally quieter slighter noise, never voice what i inquire internal rhyme, not the last syallabul like most so heres a toast, to elevation of the host cause this is my domain, closed! and Plain |
im sick wit the flamers shoot similar to the way reggie does /
I was wearin a 44 way before the "iceman" was/ my punchlines are ridiculous it make the people love me/ the only way to top me is if you post right above me/ at first i was cool wit erybody i just wanted lean wit ya'll ya'll fire and ima fighter i'll quickly exstiguish ya'll/ i |
the freestyle cypher fanatic has returned been workin on smokin herbs...
like american history X i'm takin jaws to curbs for mutterin bullshit words... i bust like a dam when the pressures to much or like you ear drum turn my shit up.. you think your battlin a herb but i'm more like oregano sniff that shit up.. you think that makes me fake naw son that makes me imitaion of herbals.. i take intelligent vocab hit up the beats thread and connect it with verbals.. you guy must be sleepin time to wake the fuck up i'm back and pissed off.. IJL is comin through this bitch beatin crews after we rip there limbs off.. I'm insane on the cypher mainframe like a month in this game 18 and 15 but ya'll know the name.. ok sure i stretch my lines a little but that just strengthens my punches just so you know so fuck you stop telling me to work on my fuckin structure bro.. if you give me a loss for that shit your vote is the biggest bs and we can meet and contest.. i throw my mans at you for threats and let smoka jokya leave ya in cofusion like true vets.. how many times you post some shit and it just get straight ripped apart like your herb.. then see a vet repost that shit with a little curb on the subject and get praised its absurb.. i'm angry so eat me i'm done cause annas bitchin at me to stop.. just know when my shit drops its gonna be hot and leave y'all fools like a quater at in a wishin fountain.....dropped...one |
I don't spit any lies, I just tell nothin but the truth..
I don't wear ties, I change my suit in the booth.. It's like I have an S on my chest, but theres no cryptonite.. I don't even have to spit my best, it'll still hit to night.. I leap long lines in a single bound, & spit faster than a bullet.. Hear that it's dolby digital suround, let it in your ears & cut your mullet.. So you hear what Van Illa's sayin, just sit back and listen.. I guess all of you should be payin, I'll just make this page glisten.. |
My life in a forum
Ok here it is...
my life is shit...a mess...a distress...full stop// teachers and preachers thinking they can stop me// computer programs thinking they own the place// when really there over powered by the human race// homegirls think they own you...homegirls try to fuck you// people buying DVDs when really they just creating a new HIV// rain rain go away...fuck me another day// rank it its a short one coz i g2g l8erz |
****Strictly a Warm up*****
Bust ya Jaw, Proph Upholdin da Law/ My gatts already clappin so plz hold cha Applauz/ Hatin em, techs hot like Reactable Radium/ I'll close in ya dome like a Retractable Stadium/ We Kno you Slow~turtle~make a Nova Blow/Cop 2 fo's n cause a Verbel Ova flow/Imma pound dis Fruit to Pulp ya Irrelavence/ I skool u every day just to insult ya Intellegence/ Trembilin nerds, u spit wit femmine words/ all night n day I stay assembilin birds/ Make Enimies Dash, U can see half da Industry Trash/ I'll stick a Burna unda u like Chemistry Class/ |
coming up story..........
i want big wheels on candy coupes wit missing tops/ sick system and a liscense plate that hide frome cops/ i wanna respect so i aint gotta pack heat/ i wanna g5 with rims bigger than shaq feet/ when it comes to me i don't need a gun to burn/son i pack bars/ dont need a deal to earn/i got the product runnin like track stars/ ima hustle flex muscle and move big weight/ make big cake get my fam out and im straight/ just my thought....right or just what i was feelin at the time- jayz |
lets break bread, peace by piece we'll taste-test.
these basic emcees hate to embrace death. so they run from it and cause it to others. fallin in gutters till on the water they hover. or even better yet gettin locked up with others. ya still screwin up if ya stocked up on rubbers. just admit it, this life you livin dogg, forget it. you could be so more exiquisit once you have a true vision. prison exist for everyone and every case. break outta the chains and let ya brain escape. we're bein held down, we're spell bound. addicted to items, drugs, violence, and our presidental highness. but my residence's the finest on this side of my block. small house, big heart, trust God, yada yad. i feel the same, but mostly changed. just rearranged my aim at who to point the blame. |
Look, I just need to kick a rhyme right quick..
I don't care what the f**k you say I'm sick.. Take the mic up and make some lines to spit.. Don't write it, but it's still right and thick with wit.. Saturated like a spung, soakin up style all the while.. If you doubt I'll ex-pung you, hear your rap put it in a file.. Give you a gold star for your best fable told like Aesop.. All you say is lies, you don't get it I'm done with you just stop.. Just spitin bull, like what I say will give you angle wings.. Hittin you up side your head, with one blow your ear snare rings.. |
hey yo just pass the mic.. while i get some weed grass to light
word up i just lent my cash to ice and im bout to get some ass tonight freshed dipped with the newest gear and when i grab the mic and spew this here all i do is swear so yo just give me the truest bear anihisor bush or maybe some jack daniels and im ready to go to the club with a black flannel and use the mack manuel |
girl damn your so fine it doesn't take alot to recognize the beauty...
and not just below your hips but also unlock the power of your smile truely... i know you think i'm jus spittin game so you'll get rid of what's his name... like i care about that man i'm trying to prove i can hold you down through the flames.. i love the way you laugh and thats thats i wanna get in those pants how can you blame me? even if i were to unleash my dragon on you your personality would still slay me.. i know you feel me to some degree otherwise why would i waste the time w/ this rhyme... give me some time and mabye you and i could hold eachother in folded arms for at least a short time........... |
Freestylin somethin made out of every1s sigs and stuff/names
defy to the left and ill clown u to the right to br-i-ghten up my day, so by midnight ya face is vanilla frightend, paved, but hey no more fear with wich piss ants stress on you a blessin fuide to the star rapper but lightnen to ya view fame is envied by those who cant rap well, enough to tantalize minds of the slanderlized the drive of mcs in kentucky fried Underated, to other side, idolized and to hip hops demise Sadly i see to forms of music in the horizion and ones peakin soon back to the roots back to the seed, when this tree stops breathin I wait for the day where me and u, mcs of the past and future wont have to settle in battle, but discuss the HIP HOP CULTURE. |
i spit sum shit off the top of my brain
commercial bullshit is so played and inane cuz in a perfect world lyrical mastery should bring u fans but in the real world spittin real shit will get u canned so wuts a young emcee to do the more he elevates the more criticism comes to even rap 'veterans' are havin a harder time so now rappers like chingy have more radio air time wuts with all the close-minded listening nowadays its as if they dont want anymore innovation so here i am standing over where hip-hop lays a fallen culture thats been corrupted so many greats have fallen now the commercial wave starts and have erupted too much jibberish and love songs if this is the way the games gonna be, i wont be here for long |
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