^this dog is dope in text, he's probably sick on a free
he's humble, too! coz he rates way higher than a C
i dont even know him, yet i can feel his vibes
chances he can kick your ass, he's done it to 8 other guys
cmon, 8-1... you know numbers dont lie
if you wanna battle him, remember this: its ok for men to cry

This man D-verse..i wonder who he is gonna beat-first?..
Probably every weak-herb...Cause he speaks-hurt...
He may be new..but he can still win against-thee..
Getting his first win...cause he won against-me...
And this man gots it all..the chicks and the cash..
He will beat ya then he'd hide ya win like it was stashed trash..

masta c mastered speech like god pray
cause in reality i want be like him one day
the record isnt tarnished with that one loss
his wood is varnished then she has to floss
raps circles around the you best belive i meant it
smokes and rolls off because the realist said it

The Realist keeps it real..cause hes the best I.R. Mod..
When he said he wanted to be me..he spoke truth like God..
His punches impact ya...and leaves ya in a mangled mess..
And you better pray to god..he doesnt Diss you next...
All he has to do is just...open-his-mouth..and people leave...
and cause they know..he isnt joken-around...just ask him for peace..

Thanx

Masta C Is Lyrically Gifted Beyond Anyone On This Site//
When He Starts To Write THe REst Shake In Fright//
His Awesome Might Is Untested Like A Child From Ethiopia//
So Battling Him When Your Asked Who Wins Just Say Duh//
Cuz This Lyrical Genius Can't Be Fazed Got The Bar Raised//
Better Not Underestimate This Cat Or You Will Be Amazed//

speek EZ this cat is dope as hell, and i'm talkin bout his flows-as well/
he culd take a mic and rip it, culd lose his brain-and still spit intellect` cuz he's gifted/
he's got the illest lines, i wuldn't by no way wanna challenge-him/
cuz he'll probly end up droppin me` like a pound of vali-um/
damn and i was bein nice, but not really-enough/
cuz this kid is so fuckin good` i fear he's a slut/

my man triplicity's flow's is tight
he will destroy u in a fight, show his real might
so the point of this flow is he's my man
he could detroy u all even if he was in a 1 man clan
u want him behind ya, not ur enemy
he will kill ya show u his true ability

peace...

He just joined...and he has the whole place-in-fear...
He will rip you..and make ya cry..so just face-the-tears..
Hes like a god..throwing lightening bolts so you in "shock"..
And hes like a porn star...all the bitches love his cock...
Still-new...but he will kill-you...with a verbal assault..
After he rips you..and you leave in tears, dont say it was his fault..

When masta c unleashes his style releases catastrophies...
his lyrics spread chemical deaseases to make gats weeze...
he's rhythmically life threatening, like aiming nines at me....
he left chalengers deseased when the beef increased...
Destroying beliefs as he tokes on the marajuana leafs...
he doesn't stop...this mans a god...make him a mod...

ha ha wack but who cares keep elevating...

400ounce has a factory full of cars that bounce
Only spits hot rhymes along with ill lines
Some say his the next thing to pac
thats why he always has his mac-10 strapped across his back
Just like his back pack.
Next time you see ounce you better run till your feets gets numb~

Enjoy that playboi

HaycH is lyrically gifted..so watch yourself...
He will take ya on, 2 on 1..and ya still need more-help..
He is like a lyrical buzzsaw..cutting away opponents...
Disabling you slowly...by your own components...
Its all about the money for him...he has a lot like bill gates..
Beating any emcee Hes saying "whose next to step up to the Plate"..

dr. J will leave all who try and convey lyrics in a shitty way in dismay
crack ya vertibrae in all places no traces of newb cause he left um all astray
treat them like an ashtray cause their dirty with a used butt
he's fucked more than a few sluts let your girl out and she'll be victim to his next nut
he's imposible to mess with, all those who try are left stiff
let's switch our dicks when we pull trains on these tricks
if anyone should step to the doctor their balls will get kicked like J's playin soccer

Chameleon is elevated higher than mountain peaks..
Giving a verbal Jab..to all those he has beat...
His record is wrong..it should be 13-5...
Cause no one can...match up to his skill size..
He will rip-the-place..and spit-out-mace..in ya eyes..
Cause he is ill like HIV..making people die...

masta c is ill like sars//
dont battle him you be leavin with scars//
his lyrics feed on your brain//
leaving you left with a severed mainframe//
He stings EMCEES with Lyrical Assult//
when peoples reckords go down people thinkin hes the stearotipical one at fault//

hallow tips hittin top charts with real skill/
fear him like ya closet monster cuz he will kill/
his fists like blades that rip-ya/
like a bug battlin him n he'll jus flick-ya/
tearn ya to pieces like a wild-animal/
cuz losses to him are just umcompatible/

Give him "silentz" as he walks in the room..
Cause he gives violence, sending ya to ya doom..
With only 13 posts..hes ripping-the-board...
with ill vocals...hes hitting-the-cords...
He may have lost 1 battle..but he can still win..
Cause going against him is like a deadly sin...

Oh my god is that master c/
steppin in the room to kill emcees/
little do they know that he aims to please/
cause he can drop rhymes easy like he breathes/
but when the others step, he's gonna have to blow/
cause if they don't already, there gonna know/
that the kid from PA's gonna steal the show/
and drop the mic right when its time to go/

hes 1-0, undefeated...i wouldnt mess-with-him..
Hes so bright like a light...he puts the rest-in-dim..
They call him...a vet....for a reason...
Cause he leaves herbs...not breathin...
cause his lyrics are like knifes, constantly slicing..
And all the girls say, he taste so good like cake icing..

uh oh we got master c here,making herbs run in fear/
dropping and killing herbs, not shedding a tear/
his sig dont have to shine, cause he makes herbs shiver up and down there spine/
he has his own personal oven, with every hot dropped line/
he has tactical skills,which were made to kill/
every time he steps in everyone feels the chills/

He stomps-the-beef-now..cause he splits-head..
and he knocks-ya-teeth-out...so ya spit-red...
Hes T bird-raw...dissing him? he hasnt even heard-y'all..
and he works-hard...cause he will merk-all...
He joined in sep-tember...and his punches pack tons..
making ay head-severed...so he reverses his record from 0-1

triplicity spits-wickedly i think cause his shits-sick-ta-me,
i aint obsessive but you cant git-rid-of-me,
any cat that has it in fa trip or in-fa-me will be dead or engufled wit infamy,
or left crying like a child that doesnt git sympathy,
i dont think triplicity could finish-me,
but the more he raps the more he gains-respect,
hell leave u bleeding to death from where the viens-connect,
doesnt leave a slice but leaves his name-in-necks,

there aint no battlin when it comes to him//
there aint no point in rappin, hes gonna win//
he'll wrap u like elves do wit presents for christmas//
wit out the paper tho, just lyrics//
are u listenin, hear this cause when you spit your shit//
u betta be real quick cause masta c's too sick//



*-give it up for a girl here-*
doin what i can to improve

With only 9 posts..shes already gaining fame..
Everyone knows her name, and she never spits lame..
Shes a "Bad Ass Bitch"...Cause she just rips lyrics..
And when ya going against her, you should fear-it..
She may be new to R-B, to beat her you will need a army..
She gots you down in the fetal positions saying "dont harm-me"...

masta c like a god wit these beats..
rythmically sound, like dealin on streets..
chalengers he meets, are under his feet..
freestyles for weeks, smoking weed wit peeps..
drive by's in jeeps, on people wantin to creep..
making 'em sleep, eternally deep

Look at this man...his name is L-T-D...
Got you on your knees screaming "help-me-please"..
Hes new..but hes coming up real-quick..
Cause when he spits...he kills-kids..
He doesnt play..so watch what you-say..
So good got you thinking how many people hes gonna beat today

this cat grinds MCs into flour like a practical mill
he dont even use his power; he's got tactical skillz
his raps could shock all the way from detroit and power NY electricity
add to the fact that he can spit it adroit or wit ingenuity
his words leave you perplexed.. its so deep you might not grasp the deal
this verse mighta seemed farfetched.. but i swear Masta C is real

YO STOP THE PRESSES d-verse is the hottest nigga to ever form a suggestion/
this kid storms with agression, plus got the illest style meanwhile he's fuckin a whore in detention/
yo damn did i compliment u. nah i guess not keep the stress locked/
this kid's so on point he culd play darts with a cement-block/
well that's true, and some other shit that' some vets used/
if he's d-verse it's the best dude, rippin next-crews-throw a punch? this kid culd beat ya into a text-doom/

yo this cat is a beast on the mic/
he a grown ass man all ya'll othas is little tikes
my mans is just to much
he a decapitate you and watch yo mind and body loose touch
he come thru blocks and just shut em down
while he throw niggas in pools of they own blood and watch em drown
he just so far off the meter it don't make no damn sense
this man worth so much u couldn't afford his pocket lint

hey your flows are tight like 50 cents braids
you just killed the forums like it contracted aids
these hard rhymes you leak from your head
are like a yeast infection about to bake bread
no of us can handle those lyrics you spit
its like we all just died and came back to relive it
so dope the way u drop lines like a well trained mc
now im gonna leave it up to the next man to honor me

all the posts in here are fucking crappy
if anyone went to a battle they'd be killed by scrappy
it's kind of nice giving comps to make peops happy
this fucking grade school rhym's got me laughing
scrap will kill ya all like a mask filled with deadly gasings
I guess I should chang cypher's so I can do some real bashing
so I'll leave ya with a smile...........hey look at me IM FLASHING

Im splittin headaches dome piece thru the headrest
Provide more deaths than deliveries from fed ex..
Who the fuck is next...
I'll take it to v.a. slim....
and drop it on triple_x...
I wreck shit when Im dropping text...
You wet and shit when I fuckin flex...
Wipe you out like sweat when Im having sex...
Fuck the rest... be easy not complex...
The more garbage out them lips and Im edging for the teks...
Rip slim and x back up and splittin get chin check...
with the clip at the jawbone... splittin get his chin wrecked....
You can wait and see how ruff this whole shit get..
Or run while you still can or stand and get your back wet...
I do but I dont let..
Try me...Fuck a first post...fuck a newbie...and fuck a fuckin vet...
Ya nigguhs aint seen shit yet....

Edit* * * Ahhhh man...I seriously fucked up...My bad to the 3 above fellas.. I swore to hell this was "Diss teh person above you"...Again my bad...

yo listen to krush blind...
he has tha rite text...
jus flowin dem rhymes...
like funk flex on yo cd decks...
read tha last line...
"Try me...Fuck a first post...fuck a newbie...and fuck a fuckin vet..."
i dare peeps to take a step...
i stare peeps, to get em wrecked...
now lets square u like chex...
now fo othaz ta lay they check...

This man will rip-you..like you were nothing..
Just whip-you...cause he knows ya bluffing..
He will make-ya-lose...cause he is all skills..
he takes-all-crews..Cause hes that ill..
Hes just-sick..and busts-quick..like a gun-is...
Has all the bitches on him, so ya know where the fun-is..

masta C, a nigga wit tactikal skillz/
not master P, dumbass yall betta get on tha rillz/
a str8 up G, a nigga wit numerous kills/
8 & 1 is his record, so he prolly is respected/
maybe ill make it 9 & 1, or 8 & 2/
we neva gonna know, until you battle me dude/

yoooo skrawni i had a dope spit fo u and i got booted i was complimentin u and now i'm pissed-------so here i go againnn won't be as good---

dun't mess with skrawni, he's the realest cat in the field/
exactly how? beatin him ya more likely to find a pen in a field/
yeh i used field twice, he doesn't even use a condom/
must be blessed cuz he's only seventeen but goes through hoe's like jalapeno-poppers/
not a record yet, that doesn't mean much-really/
the fucks the dilly, from Ri but culd smoke anyone out it's like he's runnin-philly/(philly blunts)
this kid is so nice, he even donates found-money/
mann his flow soo smooth makes yanni even sound-ugly/

peace

me & cutastraphe, we beez on tha same level/
he would blasphemy, and ill supply um wit tha shevel/
this boy wil take ya ass fa free, and he str8en your shit out & make u meet tha devil/
he got tha nasty rhymin skills, he killed me in our battle/
we had tha thoughts for kills, peep tha profile and se tha info like cattle/
only he wuz a step ahead of me, alwayz thinkin, a TRUE G/
he aint leav too much on there so for thee, i didn have tha preparations id need/
no information, just going with eating white people/
and he lived up to his job, he ate my ass up/
so now me and him are in a *lob*, blazin that grass up/

* lob (lobby)

it's 5am where i am, so i'm starting to get tired, considering i been here for around.... 7 hrs lol

ASK RRD he b blazin cats causin a Cutastraphe
He got cats down to they roots shakin to leave
Pleasin ill heads likka paracetemal or asprin
He got yall makin like hudini locked down n gaspin
Cin Towns then firin up like hes fuelin on napalm
Ya kno this cats speaks when yall shutup n stay calm

D Abyss Be 0-2 But Dont Let That Fool You
He'll Have You Wrapped Around His Waste Like A Hula Hoop
He Causin Mad Worldwide Fusion With His Uncanny Ability
This Man Is So ILL He Should Be Put In A Mental Facility
He So Murderous He Merks People And They Quit The Game
Next Year He's Goin Big Just Watch For His Name In The Hall Of Fame

This cats so ill he managed to beat me by wiskers
Spittin so sick his H.I.V aint gone miss ya
Pull on his kordz?..noone'l sing at ya death bed
N if ya surivin that shit..beileve me ya best dead
Hes emptyin chicks off all they guts n there life signs
Thanksgivin to all that hes syke n he likes rhymes

haha

yooooooooooooooo

d's got a fuckin ill flow, beleive it-ya kno i seen it/
dun't make me repeat-it, this kid's so high i think the abyss is weeded/
please kid, damn D is off the hook-often/
he's that type of cat who lives to write then get's his book-boughten/
ouch and i thought it was bad, i never compliment-fags/
but this kid is more straight then no wind and a dominant-jag/