This dude Karlos ain't got no wins, Ain't got no losses neither/
Couldn't even measure his flow, Shit goes off the meter/
He got 35 posts, goin on 35 million/
Battle him, you battle me, Try and hurt 'em I kill ya/
Just two crazy dudes thats new to RB/
We our own Army, and it's alarming how many bitches we harming/
That's it for now, in closin, I gotta go/
You're lucky I was spittin, cause he's got an even hotta flow/

Mister mystery's here wreckin' these textcees, givin' hysterectomies
So your name, fame and fluid flow just got slain in utero
He comes down harder on your cipher than anvils,
Exposes foes as bein' full of infantile crap like diaper landfills
What type'a man kills verses to bring life to the art?
He strikes for the heart quicker than a knife in the dark
Set your sights on the mark, sit back and watch this kid explode
You can't break the enigma code, so take my word nigga, don't.

Issachar, Is a char-t topper, lyrikally inclined, ya know it ain't get's no hotter,
Gonna battle him, ya better bring a spotter, cause you fall, he ball's till last call, ya won't last long, your not half as a raw, crack ya jaw, you need to practice more, i laugh at yall wanna run against issachar you won't last long.

limbo,well lyrically he's best and no one in here is a test,cuz he's th emcee that walks around with a s on his chest,that obviously means super emcee cuz no 1 is better than him or me,thats another win on limbo's win tally

I had to reply, coz i liked the way that you flowed, so merry,
Nice Way To Write lines and use that sort of vocabulary,
Robb, take a step back and give yourself a pat on the back,
Even if that flow wasnt yours and you aint even black,
Your lyrics were good and yet youve only 25 posts,
And You finished your shit without having to boast.

lol. PE@CE

razer, name sez it all motherfuckers try in brawl
gettin cut up tell ur bitch to shut up, whats that make him lose his mind
next time his ryhme aint gena sound so kind
reppin south london many don come from
these sides dirty messy so if people try n test him there testin me
thats how razer passed it on down to double c

double c is da cat consumer/
hell make your death come sooner/
the 11 post he has/
is da 11 lives hes grabbed/
the 11 mcs hes stabbed/
he flows while your rhymes just splash/
his mind is a nine thats why his lines start to blast/

Demolish'is what hell do to you/
How hell fuck up your crew/
'Cause when hes run that shit through/
Aint gonna be nothing left of you/
You gonna be searching through the rubble for you boo/
Hes a 1-0 battle stats/
Constantly crushing you battle cats/
His flow like a gat, tough as a baseball bat/

The man Impendance bring your sentence,
Judge & Jury in your face,
Execution his solution, for invadin' pers'nal space,
Like jack-be-nimble, imp be quick,
runnin' rings round those play-pimp dicks...

Refuse your penance & we evicting tenants,
I & I Crew, we empty your street,
Drop a lil' call to Double C for the clean sweep,
A dozen muffled spits, and you feel yourself kiss street,
& Imp keeps his clean attaining the mean feats....

Theres a guy named Ash, who can throw a hell of a bash,
always gets lots of snatch, pockets always full of cash,
he has lots of pals, more than I'll ever see,
I just wish I was half of the man that he be,
you see, I was almost dead, but he saved my life,
and GAWD DAMN, have you seen this guys hot wife?

james west he's the best..
he's new to rb
and look everyone he's nearly as good as me
he is offline at the mo-ment
but have u seen how many posts he's sent
his text record is 1 to none
knowin him he was the one who won
im so proud i wish he was my son
no one is a test
ill end this sayin james west is the best

why thank you Kon, you always speak the truth,
Your always sane, Im nuttier than a baby-ruth,
hes from Detroit, the Tigers are a little earie,
but if they put him on the team they'll win the World Series,
hes says hes not the smartest, but he is the worlds best,
but this guys looks even better than Britney Spears breasts.

alot of yall keepin come on here rappin da same mess
therz one different from da P-H-X he james west
and da record for his text 1-0
alot of yall say he a bitch but it takes on 2 know

Yo he may not be on par with jehst, mobb or god's son
But he'll rush ya like jet li off the flick coz he's the one
He got 96 posts, that aint the most to boast
Get too close and he'll spon ya round like you was bike spokes
While I take tokes and watch time prevailin
He'll spit 88 bars without even inhailin

shouldnt try an fuck wit moto/
i heard he even battled bruce lee in hiz dojo/
or he can take it to the street/
walk up an cut u wit a cleet then leave u hangin from a light post like raw meet/
so if u aint got no bite u better not bark/
he quick to let that gun click an spark

Don't fuck with Ghost, playa out dat TEX
thatz da coast with tha most, an you kno we wreck
put you hos in check, you ain't tha best
but you ain't tha worse.. i'm talkin bout yo verse

Dont fuck wit me I carry a knife, the i'll my boy thretz, end the rest of ur life...
dotn fuck cuz he be testin you twice, this cats crazy he'z onya like white-upon-rice.../

pimp game he be creatina ll yo exes, even if ya leave in da D he's still reppin texas...
but no one will battle the scared to lose there lexus, but thretz no joke the dirta drives reckless.../

i'ma bookie and i'm tellin you ya best bet, is not to fuck around wit dis dawg named da-threat...
cuz he's crazy like whoa newb who will fuck wit any vet, he won da shit already he aint even spit yet.../

haha holla atcha boi THreatz

Accomplish is "class sic" just like the shoes, If I got the mac bitch we droppin' crews/
To make it through us, You won't bitches, You'll be "ditched up" or gettin' stitched up/
2-3-1 don't think we don't got the gun, You can run but you still be a case of 1-8-7/
He spits a verse like ya bitch does girth and he'll do the reverse of child birth, land you a hearse/
Legend AKA Accomplishment, Class Sic Rebel You're on my level, take that as a compliment/
No body is safe from his line, In the street light, He'll take ya head right, disconnect it from ya spine/

BITCHES!!!!
That's my dogg there... fuck wit him, you fuck wit me.
~V.I.P.~

Cant find the words to express,
I try and I try but I only seem to stress,
Stress? And all I wanna do is impress/
Press - my words, my rhimes, by beats...
Make it through the crowd and to the streets,
And through the streets to the city,
And oh, aint it a pity, that I cant be country...

*Ma'am What can we you for?*

- I want a corner whore...

Go to the man, the slickest, the sickest, with a skull of the thickest, the hardest bone, the rap-man of the Mid-West thrown...

Go see Village Pimp, he's got the style, he's got the flow... the meanest lyrics to make your head blow, like a 92-caliber in the pocket, all he needs is the right words and then he pop it, all he need is the trigger and then bullet just unlock IT, stream through air, its almost like the matrix, the way his words - they play tricks, hit an atery, and then you choak, choak...

oh shit its my nigga albi
when i saw him here i was albi dammened its the york pimp/
not from da city but the shire/
got tha signed posted outside his corner that read hos 4 hire/
dont fuck wit his dough cause he keep tha 92 cal under his attire/
puffin on dat uk dat nigga gettin higher n higher/
matter fact i think he half of europes supplier

yo this is my man from chitown/don't mess wit him cause he'll beat ya down/when it comes out he'll wear the crown/because he's the talk of the town/he raps wit style/flip him off and he'll jus' smile/cause your not even worth his while/

my man bug got two kk got thing he missing the third one/
he run with a deep mobb so fuck what you heard dun/
this cats original.. never a line bitten/
freestyle just as hard not everytime its written/
his rhymes harder old caddy's with the diamond in the back/
carrying the old notebook with his rhymes written in black/
my man K is also known to test dudes like a state regents/
so we salute his gangsta like we recitin the pledge of allegiance

Branson I Know It Gets Lonely At The Top,/
Cats Want In Test To Ya, And They Will Never Ever Stop,/
Until You Drop, You Never Take 'Defeat-Kindly',/
That's Why Your A Member Of The 'Fantastic-Dynasty',/
Your Skills Remind Me, Why I Should Be For Every 'Vigilant',/
If You Were My Enemy, Peice420 Would Be Forever 'Diligent',/
At Preparing Comebacks For A Lyrical Won Don,/
Cause Your Game Is Tight Man Your Creativity Isn't Gone,/
There Is No Opposing Force, The Team Is Too Strong,/
You've Graved The BattleField With Talent & Great Honor,/
You Are The Real Terminator Who Rid All The Sara Conors,/

Let Me Compliment MySelf On That lol!!' .. Not Much For Complimenting Other Opponents' !!! :)

DisasterPeice, your middle name must be hottest,
and based on the last post, you're definetely modest,
After inspiration like your rhyme, I just had to drop this,
don't stop this, start a new religion, be the prophet,
Reading between your lines, one finds, that the end times
are near, the second-coming came here to drop rhymes,
Illicit lyrics smuggled across psychological border lines,
expanding mind states with shifting plates from good to great,
leaves unevolved masses needing glasses to see you to hate...

E

Those always votes tallie up on Mister E's avenue//
He got balls to kill a whole middle-class stage crew//
With a wide range of vocabulary in his system//
His bars are quickly there juz to spread & spit vemon//
I past my last like a princeton peer review//
Thats why Mister E will pop rhymez like a pill to your eyez iron blue//

Chamber Markz, just a newbie,
Naw kid don't be fooled b,
This boy been rip'n shit since elementary,
Ya second guess'n? You'll be learn'n ya lessons.

o baby your hot
im gay with u on the cot
i wanna fuck u a lot
ur dicks big so u though
with tits like tabathia stayer
bitch u dun got busshey hair

Comin' out of the closest, that's crazy cool
lettin' the brothers admire the family jewels
you're my idol, like you I could be bisexual
but to me that seems slightly too detrimental
no time to add homo-sex to my daily schedule
Possibly the reason we all suck and you rule

Ozzy's comin to terms with his sexuality,
but theres a clich, a sort of technicality,
This dude is to fresh to a be dick riding homo,
Fresher than a ho-ho to let his flow go,
Sure he's a newbie, but hey, what else would u b,
when you sign up to the RB,
We all been there, except this cat brings somethin new,
He's rappin with detirmination, like we halucinatin,
temp risin like we got the flu.
Hands up, Ozzy dude, lets watch ur talents brew!

ma man albi i feel the shit u spit,
all the fukkers will go down in one hit,
silly two bit rappers who think they can top u,
but when they face you, they dont know what to do
albi dont like fighting shit but if u must,
then he'll take u out and grind u into dust...

Hey Poizen i'm really feelin you're flow,
Leadin da way wid all da rappers in tow,
Ain't tryin dickride, but you're shit's tight,
Showin other rappers how to rock da mike right,you
Got heart,man you be showin dis from da start,
You a real thug,you don't jus play da part...

yo darkman is so tight//
he gets dimes and nickles and stuff//
he is to cool to go to school//
yay he is so tight check out his cool bike//

LoL i just did that cause i want someone to compliment sry dakrman =P

Tell me/ who can C-M as An MC/ (See HIM)
But with lines like those he makin' it hard on me/
Either way it's still love, he rhyme at will/
That's just to prove to fake niggas he come equipped with skill/
Or eqipped with steel/ whateva the situation calls for/
Niggas love to test gunslingers/ Until Cupid make me the one that u fall for/
NOLO-G and CM kick styles a lil' diff. from yall/
But still bounce back like Juvenile/ I guess we stay on the ball/


That's a lil' taste of ya boy Nolo A.K.A. Manolo Ghunna B.K.A. K-Town's hottest comin' straight outta North Carolina. Holla Back

Tha homie ASE from da north cackalacky was hittin,
Even tho he had to compliment a whack ass nigga,
Big ups on your effort to gratify his garbage,
That cupid line was phatter than italian sausage,
You got sumthin wit you i ain't countin your losses,
Do your thing dog while you climbin da mountain RB.

R.A.M he s allright he could get better//
u should juss put ram not da damn LETTER//

imma compliment u but some might not be good//
insted of paper u should write on wood

yayy
im a great complimenter
wow im tired

Mixxed dis kids iller than sick shit....
funny thing is I ain't on his respect list...
ahh no beef though i wouldbt be testin this lyrical legend...
he'll dunce yo ass and send ya to lyrical detention...
he's untouchable...and he'll tell you he's my hero...
cuz witta 3-o record most rappers come up zeros
24 is da number of hours a day he killen fake emcee...
and next to you fuck wit mixxed you gotta fuck wit me

i bring glorious spells wich will give u a NOTORIOUS L
Iam From Hell Cant yall Tell
You Aint Acomplished Shit, ya flow rusty like ya whip

ok
 

gona miss out that shit n follow on from accomplished

man i love that cat...look at what he`s accomplished in his life
i wish i cud b on his level,i wana b his wife/
he rips all the other fake rb mcee`s to shreads/
he`s so calm n polite when u post in his threads/
if ya eva need a vote...drop him ya links/
he`ll post quickly n leave compliments to make ya cheeks turn pink/
his battlin skillz are simply unsurpassed/
but he`ll move outta ya way in a que n let u pass.

Yo this dude t-storm will deafen u with thunder and blinden u with lightning/
This boy be kickin da rhymes 2 u,so y'all beta b frightened/
From da uk streets he brings da heat/
leave u dead,u and your fleet/
with a strike to ur jaw and a blow on ur head/
a cap in your ass n ur hald dead!!!