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lmao
oooh caspies gettin mad!!! i attacked his mom, so he attacks my dad! original boy, u put me on the roster, i sed no chance homie, u aint rappers u imposters, n im not askin to battle u, u started this first this was sposed to be a freestyle cypher not 2 ppl spittin verse so wtf is all this hatin about!? is it cause u talk so much shit, ppl cant tell ur asshole from ur mouth? u ask every newbie on here 2 join ur crew im fresh and original unlike u, i am a free agent n thats the way i like it son, im laughin, cuz u think ur the 'king of elevation!' |
i got no idea why any1 would put you on their roster..
ya comebacks aint str8, n im not talkin bout ya posture shit i can't help but diss you, so hoe grab a damn tissue ya verse barely ryhmed, girl you got more then issues just becuz its a cypher thread, dont make you high already stay a deadbeat, cuz i would hate to see you try n shred me but if you feel inclined to post back with a whine..... im sure i can find you some cheese, n teach u how to ryhme |
baby girl u wack look like a britney spears wannabe....
stay off my dik cause youll never be able to step to me.... 3 words per line aint considered a rap,more like trash.... when u gonna realize only reason u get props cuz of your ass... cause yer rymes r short,plain,off flow should i say more..... you father is a didler and yer mom left to be a whore.... reality sucks ehh,get used to it cause ull never blow up.... yer lines r like yer whore momma,ull make money only cause u SUCK.... shall i keep goin it easier everytime u post like a dumb gimp thats tatty on yo back hoe,was paid for by yer maMAZ PIMP...... |
hmm,...
seems weve turned a cypher into a diss thread again i set trends kids, n giving me props dont make us freinds done the petty hatin, say you dope, now thats over-state'n im solid wit bars, but i can see yours are staedily breaking i wonder why, should i bother to call this a bout.. cuz i dont need a drive thru just to take this small fry out |
Is this the new Diss-thread or r u jus takin the Piss-yea ?
I can make ppls Fist-Shred im cold blooded like Dead-fish-heads U musta been Fist-Ed or Mis-fed led, Cuz u sound dumb and pissed like a girl who aint finished-yet (PMS) Why is it 2-verse-1 ? Ill leave ya like ya Toothless-Mum shagging anything from a Ruthless-Bum to a New-Bus-Chum |
huh
i tried to show ya'll the meaning of dopeness but im done with ya'll aint able to cope wit this i dont backspace, but yet i put you back in your place put your grill through ya face .............................cuz thats how beef should taste now imma key off this last bar in seconds to show u up cuz you wanting war .............but i dont let fags "lay me down to blow me up" |
lets get back to the basics please-
these niggas in the wrong part of the cite to battle n im thinkin its a disease- mentally some of these niggas is unstable- so its meant to be that we take it back to reality for the ones livin in fables- i would say could we all just get along- but wit names like ecko d or fake livin legend its easier said than done like mary j blige singin her own songs-- BACK TO THE FREESTYLES PEOPLE |
Ok i quite-agree so ill let u slide-free
Last Friday was fuckin Great It was My-High-Day and i was stoned off my Face Was out untill 7 in-the-mornin I was already mashed but the weed kept-on-callin Got off the streets and went up my m8s to sleep Pulled out more Weed to feed my greed Next fridays close anyone wanna join me? lol.. 50secs |
My time limit is like Emmit, only 22, so if you divide that by 2, thas how many times i would rip you/
So i advise you little niggas 2 listen, jus because i'm not in Detroit dun mean i can't get Ron Artest to push your pistons/ I accept that niggas say that i just joined the site, but this nigga beatin me right here? Man get your mind right/ Y fight it? Jus say that i'm great, you tha nigga in the the jail thas screamin for joy wheneva u get raped/ |
mathmatically calculated my record is a fraud,
from boston lyricist aka L. clarity to young rod... ive been abroad the illest battles ever saw.. given opponnents permanent lock jaw... leaven faces red like fat people when out of air... embarrassed like when in class and you fall out ya chair... even when da odds wasnt fair i still show up my ability... in any vacinity wit a flowrythmic imentity to remedy any challenger in this century flame or lava which occurs when i come hard.... like fuckin a bitch so good she beatin on her chest like a retard... bring out da mustard or condimnets to comliment ya steeze.... at the end of the day you loss allergies kick in all you can do is weeze!!!!!!!1 |
I ~Expect-the-Most~, and ~Express-The-Most~,
You dont like my rules?...I Get-Teck-and-Roast// but if you get to know me, Im iight Personally get on my bad side, I get agressive Verbally, I murder-B's So im pretty sure you Hearda me |
all these new cats wit all theses suppost to be facts about the crack game //
well shots ring out on blocks for a hood name// a good way to be ploted on top // just ceep moveing things and take over the blocks// take over the grounds and the rounds yurs// pound ta pound the wickedist kicked shit is rippen after a blure // of visuos of clashions of rap gods // biggy ron d mc and pac// |
lol,,...^ooook...
. well fidel, shakes, distilled, cali, red, spek n jack..... ya'll keepin tc alive.. i knew you would, thats a fact vinci's back, for how long i dunno but hey its all good cuz maybe one day ill roll through your neighbourhood ya neck of the woods.? naw, my concretes understood im pretty much finished with this site for good..... but im just leaving this...key, to show ya what not to write like you've seen me drop solid shit... but now i gotta go find the right mic pondered shit for a while, but im done my writing days are through but its koo, cuz dv8, daz, n rackam merked more then a fair few i guess when you peak with something you like you look back blank, but ill always memba my crew n site had a good run..... fam, thanx for the mutual respect daz will always be a threat, n yes a respected vet.... n to all that know me, this aint shit but now i must go... n murder another bitch.. . pc rv, solo, good luck on that battle cuz we both kno, it really doesnt matter fi-del, headgames, spek, red pc, "dont drop off"lol hmm, time to move on, the net is permanently shut off.... . "if you left feedback on my open mics"n expect shit back srry, im done leavin feed, cuz i can guarentee, u prolly wack . . much respect to all my canuck'ians and the real fam...you kno who you are...[thumbswaythefuckup] |
i stay alive like the beegees
mount ya girl like fiji sippin margaritas while chillin in tahiti schemes brewin like breezly im fluent its easy killin suckers wit a three piece and makin ya knees weak please cease wit cheap speak im calm, dont mistake it for "hes meek" hittin these streets for three weeks to peep leaks, murder them, herd em in, so the cheeb reeks the nighttime air its fighttime here, merkin you now would be the right time yeah |
all these new cats wit all theses suppose to be facts about the crack game //
well shots ring out on blocks for a hood name// a good way to be plotted on top // just keep moving things and take over the blocks// take over the grounds and the rounds yours// pound too pound the wickedest kicked shit is ripen after a blur // of visions of clashing of rap gods // biggy Pac Ron d mc and prov// I probably snap spinal cords spontanously torn rips// Bentley you’re a bitch and you’re a bitch so every one likes watch your gay porn flicks// Life goes on only if its riten by the hands of jesus// I stand a man reppin genius out the bible im the next profit homie bleave it// |
I was unheard of intell now you beize/its like mortal kombat how im spitten these vocal fatalites with this killa mantality beat ur ass like a street fighter but this is reality/im doing it live get in my way oops another tradjady another one of ur friends and family anonoumisly becoming a cashulty/thinkin ur superman than i got ktptonite wit a shortfuse thats quick to ignite/like dynamit u c me and to you i bring fright shaken and shiveran clinchen ur vest 2 ur chest real tight/Ill take the sks and put a s in ur chest 4 thinkin ur protected like nut in a latex leavin u so faceless haven ur moma wishen b 4 u she would of practiced safe sex
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practice ya text, apply ya neck with a pencil n check,
if you can write ya best then speakin ya mind is next.... i find your less thou .. n not nestled into a tech flow THE rederic knows, compairing me to you is a heck-NO from monumental to skill far like frames for a continental its essential, to follow my words but get lost in my mentals . style switches contend with vile bitches n freinds, but in specifics, im not criptic, but ill leave u more confuzed than pre schoolers with hyrogliphics . post the sender, but the host thinks hes a contender, but remember i return on those who fall...like december im cold hearted, and my souls sharpened with remarks in im dark with sin, exceed padons n fists to spark a win . |
Leave Ya -Six-Feet- Below only da Bonez Shall Remain steady rippin mics-n-still rockin da ground grain its a savage'to see da damage'ive done with this verse lyriks so -hot- n visible-make ya quinch ya thirst gettin to that point-where there isnt no explanation just flowin n flowin,droppin sik linez with no hesitation i lost my temper, now therez no escapin my sensed-vision im a lyrikist with-Skills-,finished in ma second-division people know me as ghost,people-kill- to get next-ta-me u know i shoot-2-kill,so i dont know why u testin-me im out for now but i advise u to read n learn readin ma flowz-till ya pupilz will (bleed-n-burn) (Deucez)~Holla Atcha Boy~ :shoot: :nono:(Deceased) |
Let me introduce myself its j-drastic...
Got it lit, like a matchstick not your average... Emcee im purely sick with no cure equipped... Flippin shit like manure, rap druid brewing a fix... To lure ya bitch, flow soaked in psychedelic trips... You pathetic misfits just get down and pump ya fists... Or slit ya wrists, I don’t really give a shit... As long as you bumpin my disc... Its gold coast I represent, n im proad to boast... Coz we flooooww way wetter then most... |
These sorry emcees is starting to get old...
IM SICK... of them trying to be bold... Your lost in the woods like mold... Is that plated or is it just fake gold... You need to realize that you got to take hold... Because now these lines is coming straight from the heart.... Hope you know that i just began to start... And these berettas over here aint even began to spark... Im telling ghost stories like Are You Afraid Of The Dark... Because the question around here is are you afraid of the nark... Cant believe i said it... no nigga you fucking read it... And when the boy ratted me out you know he bled shit... The ground was covered in that red shit... Think they call it blood but im not sure... Just go home bitch... your flows not pure... All this coming straight off the top like a hat.... Lines are hitting like a bat... maybe even a gat... We stay with that strap... and we love to make it clap... Ill give you a round of applause... sure that you'll never forget that... You cant even see us... we like the predator... You getting cut out this scence like im a movie editor... Your girl already let you know you aint the only one she spread-it-for... Stop saying that your just gona forget-the-whore... Dont worry im just with her for the sex.... You dont got to worry about making her your ex... |
The next time I hear a rhyme spit by illiterates..
Or un-intelligent idiots, rich children of innocents.. I'll just figure its, ignorance, ill advised beligerence.. Systematic defiance, to wise minds set opinions.. Applying writing blessed feats, to many of the best beats.. And then speak to listeners through visionary techniques.. This mysteek on digital rhythem, acting subliminal.. Minimal lyrical mindstate just trynna be criminals.. Inner visuals, could be spiritual or even physical.. Miricals, missing astronomical individuals.. |
yo, fuck work for a livin i want dough for free
sell dope to fiends and sell hoes to geeks who cant get play if they had kid in a basket but whores dont get respect when the kid is a bastid its all plastic, like smiles on drunk fuckers yall scumbaggish like bad dads who punch mothers i once loved her, but that bitch had to die i woulda did it but i hit it so i had ta git a hit guy LET THE SHIT FLY!, i unleash a barrage of feces ya girl knocks more knobs than arthritis diseased knees naw, shit im playin, i had that ass too that right there get under ya skin like a tattoo |
Yall dumb crap sells, n if yall dump crack sales…
I’ll leave holes in ya back like a humped back whale… I crack males wit appetites dat don’t read between da lines… end up leavin da club n I can see between ya spine… they treat us fine but cant take more of dis shoutin shit… u poutin bitch?, I’ll have u knocked out tryna count da licks.. a once or a pound a brick, now dawg u kno dats soundin sick…. start eye gauging, rip ya skin off n make lampshades out of it…. I ain’t counterfit, yall boppin n I’m just attackin da thong…. watch magician play da position of da back of ya mom…. like a 5-10 minute keystyle jus bored holla atcha dawg |
heres the thing.. your 10 minutes to my one...
is like 2days.. cuz your the 2nd to get sunned.. fucka pun... i got a realistic outlook on spits n i guess you could say you got insight..of shit question the fact, im not even trying a tech drop im just keying.... cuz no thugs text will pop shiit, damn, fuck.....is the sounds i amagine hearing aint callin you pussy... but your mascara's smearing... |
i kick shit like stall cleaners,
sell bricks to ball fienders, its that smart demon who gets ya all bleedin, leave the pores leakin, its a natural fact, and if ya start speakin i smash ya ass wit an axe, yall aint seen ruthless, till ya tied down by the white clown who stabs ya eyes wit toothpicks, spit shit wit looselips, until ya mind makes love to quacks like ya girl had goose tits |
looka here.. haters are just afraid of fear
this is weird.. run u over like u was a deer i stay freestlylin.. cuz u know i got u shook read a page of ur rhymes.. & threw away the book ..to ur prizes.. ur verse is in fatigue in disguises my flow is like a geyser.. its coming UP to its rises i stay comin in foot-action.. the kids be snatchin & when im up in there.. i be buyin.. ......................every size i wear....they packin |
I'm Scooby Snackin, Givin Handouts 2 My Dogz
I Aint No ''Soccer Player'' But I Got Da ''Hand Of God'' Scream At Ya Boy, Call On Me 2 Ghost Write I'm So Talented, Some Love, But Most-Bite Letz Have A Coast-Fight, Down South 2 Mid-West NY 2 Cali, I'm The Cryptonite If U Wearin A Superman Vest Let Da S Off Ya Chest, I'm Addicted Ta Green, Fiend Check Da 10'z On My Feet, Twinkle Lyke Eltons Eyes Gleam Blind Frum My High-Beam, Ice'd Out, Flossin n Glossin When I ''Back Up My Linez'' Hood Niggaz Say I'm ''Randy Mossin'' |
arch the dark's got intro's with pyro's and loose hoes
the ones that take off clothes and fuck on your mom's stove pornographic black bastard, spit so hot its a fire hazzard have your humpin hole all haggered, she's been ARCH'ed when home she staggers I burn bruk* MC's constantly, today i toasted 3 you dig your own graves i just leave you to R in P mailorder a massacre, lyrics or physics, im havin ya toes are where there tagging ya and bodies are baggin ya i execute like DOS and refuse to take a loss you tryin to take the piss but prepare to take on a boss (*bruk = jamaican 4 broke) |
''pornographic black bastard, spit so hot its a fire hazzard''
Da Wording Of Dat Line Stood Out, Dat Wuz Tite Mayn Da Saladz Tossed, These Faggz Eatin From The Rear My Mindz Driven 2wards Sick Mentality, An I Dont Even Steer Strike Fear, My Words Re-Appear, Round Here, I'm The DON Rap Katz Iz Lyke Male Pussy, So I Call 'Em TOM [Tom Boy] Lyke Da Road Runner, I'm Gone, I'm Ahead Of U, My Gamez So FAST Got U Doin Black Flips So Ya Headz At Yo Azz, Now U Can See Visionz Of Me Stompin U In Da PAST At Long Last, The Vast Majority Love-Me, I'm Oh So Lovely I Get Da Scene Poppin Like A Bottle Of Bubbley Lyke A Thug-Be, I'm At Da Corners, Pushin That Crack-Rock Label These Cock Jumpers Ben Stiller, Cuz They GayLord FOCK |
*grabs mic*
came back to shut it down..once again pull out a piece of paper.. .............and put the paper to the pen stay freestylin..like i always do..u know? connect the h-o..to the e.. .....................and that makes u a hoe haters steppin up to me..they bout to get smack'd havin yo shit flatter..than a fuckin doormat ya shits wack..rhymin w/ mutlies..how bout that & i stay blockin ur punches..like i was Shaq ur just fat..put down the burgers..& go to hell cuz u haters..smokin more crack..than dave chappelle u know how it do..give my dick a rest, too havin u scared up in court..cuz u know im bout to sue u..cuz u wack-haters are just gettin on my nerves even when daubs put up "free pornos"..u guys were just perves no offense tho..dont hate..cuz this shit will sell millions maybe if i doubled it up more..it will even sell trillions stay wearin platinum around my net..get rdy for some action cuz most of u wack-rappers..have nuttin my fillers..is what they packin i stay attackin...str8 strappin u up to a damn chair & i'll wipe my ass clean..with charming's huggy bear ..toilet paper-shit..ur punches dont even hit and on the net..most of u guys aint even bloods or crips most of u are just shit..and im just spittin of the dome leavin u more trashier..than trailor-park homes... *drops mic* |
''Who Da Fuck Pass U Da Mic & Said Dat U Culd Flow?''
Yo I Dont Even Wanna Know, Juz Hand Me An ''Abe Linkin'' Fo A Few Bucks I'll Rhyme Anywhere, Without Even Thinkin Lace It Down In A Mosh Pit, Or Even A Rock Concert ''I'll Be Glad 2 C Da Back Ov U'' While Ya Face Glued 2 Mah Converse Size 11 Prints Branded All Over U Like A Tattoo U Picked Up Da Mic Cuz U'll ''Try Anythin'' Since U Saw ''Taboo'' I Hate-U, But I'm In Love Wit Myself, An I Cant Deny In Bout 3 Years I'ma Make Mo Than The Prinicpal & Bishop Moore High When I Evetnually Die, Watch Da World Come 2 A StandStill How U Gon Be Jack? SHIT, U cant Even Get Up Da ''Damn Hill'' |
*grabs mic again*
its just plain & simple...i stay poppin yo pimples & i stay getting money...like quarters, dimes, & nickels ..even more than that..i stay shittin on ur rhymes makin them shits stink..& thats how ur lines ..are..ur like a star from the earth..just stay away far ..from me..since bitchass-haters dont even know what a bar ..is..i stay in the past & i stay destroying Empire-'s only time ur rhymes are hot.. is if u threw them into the fire ur just a liar..but who cares.. Skriptz is here to shut u up but haters who call me a "herb"..is bout to get smack'd up ..side their head..this aint lie..bitches..im speaking the truth & only an idiot would think..that a phone stall..is a mic booth stay chippin ur teeth..u know i cant be beat pullin the carpet from under u..so u can say..u've been off ur feet my rhymes are sweet..fat kids love to eat..but who cares ..really..u said u dont take drugs..but u stay lovin the DARE ..programs.. ur punches dont land..u stay in never-land u say u have a band..but no1 plays a damn instrument man *drops mic* |
My Turn Bitchies
:shoot:
*grabs mic* My Green Is Sort Of...fuck so i shine the Beam ta Daughterz Ya Dreamz InForm Ya..im a Nightmare so dont look at me look the other way like i got a HYGEENE DisOrdEr Dont Copy Me..My Physcology_definez the Branch of GeolOgy_My rhymen Geochemistry_is The Chemical Changez to the earth but also The Economy. Ima Be_Blasten clips fucken with Organisims like anatomies_ ISlam CAn See_My Pain,Strange,Cuz my gang got ALOTTA G'S.. lIKE Batteries on a CVS STACK My gunz got "ALOTTA D'S"... HOLLA WE,,got it Locked,Pistol Clocked man "IMA GO CLAPP"-- ANd LEave a few black niggas in a Pack in a wooden box like a "DOMINO PACK"-// HEEEEEY I MBLACK AND NOT RACIST HAHA ""DROPS MIC"" 1 OF U BITCHIES PICK THIS UP IM DONE |
*Grabz Da Mic*
Check Da Flow............. Wild & Insane, Got A Little Loose Change, Lyke ''Janet & Jermaine'' Da Kidz Workin With A New ''Method, Man'' Ov Comin 2 ''Bring Da Pain'' Jesus Peice On Da Chain, Cross Surrounded By Gold, Mah Skoolz Old I Just Land A Punch 2 Get Recognition, While Deez Niggaz Type In BOLD A Soldier In Da Mold, Or At Least Yo' Mom'z Hoped U Would BE Deez MC'z Culdnt ''Move Unitz'' Even If Da ''Sample Wuz Free'' 1...2....3..Ass Down On Da Mat, Eyez Closed, In Position Fo Da ''Pin'' Even If U Wuz ''Stone Cold'', Da ''Patriots'' An Da ''Red Sox'' Rolled In2 One, U Still Culdnt ''WIN'' |
*snatches mic from the judge*
look.. its only me & khaoz.. blowin up this shit & the last time haters' punches were thrown @ us.. ................................they couldn't even hit stay callin you all pricks.. since u stay on my dick put the TRI to the CK.. & that makes u a hoe-ass trick i aint no Lil Flip.. but u kno this Game is Over u just a poser.. i stay gettin more luck than a Clover ..G.. records.. homo-haters stay giving lectures take a picture.. & u biting more than a plagurist scultpure ..artist.. mines the largest.. but u stay flippin them burgers claimin u run ny.. but ur well defined as a wigger slant rhymin these hoes daily.. fetch me my paper & i servin u more of my punches.. than restraunt waiters *throws mic back @ judge* |
*pics mic up off the ground*
the kidd above killed it watch me resurect it.... they almost completed this freestyle lc wil perfect it.... never negelected the off the top saga continues... pleased like when you on a date and she order off the dollar menu.. in any venu in plain view with mental angish that turn ya brain into a cashew... splash you, wit my last opponent blood so you can feel the outcome.... i tear through freestyle circles and x yall like malcom.. how come i cant let by gones be by gones on this comedic sitcom... i just breeze thru like a silent fart then bombard you....your welcome.... the mic is now broken who will piece it back together,,,,,,,,<<<<<<<<<<< |
*grabs mic, gets duck tape & tapes it back up again*
haha.. ..punches stay floating..higher than a kite cuz the kidd above me..just broke the fuckin mic! had to piece it back together..w/ that duck-tape & i aint talkin bout superman.. ..when haters are runnin around in their draws w/ a cape have u ever notice on the news..that girl celebritys.. ......................................make their on sex tape? but when the securitys..ask to see that shit.. ...............................................its kinda too late i just stay killin this freestyle cypher..off the top of dome & i stay givin u 3 scoops of punches..in ur cones *drops mic* |
*went and bought a new mic the old one is now an antique*
as i scrape off the plastic eager to rip yall bastartds... the game has been mastered let everbody tell it.... lames claimin they tracks is so ill but cant sell it.... wit profane lyrical content i spit rated R provisions.... i slash and wound inf=definite yall make micro insicions... hav to break the mic in , the first to give it life... most flows bounce off me like a dull knife on the slice... kilt this shit twice and now i establish a new move.... turn into an animal on the hop like emperors new groove... this freestylin stupids not a battle so change up ya moods... *the mic is just hovering in the air* |
*looks @ the new mic..*
sweet.. lyrical clarity.. just went & bought a new one but what all the haters say in their rhymes.. ..has already been done seriously kids.. take lessons.. into what u dont know & dont be a faggot.. who always no-shows ...in battles... but im just speaking what u should do leave this "Alicia" off "Keys" ..like Usher in 'My Boo' stay droppin metaphors.. ur better off not feelin it u seeing more "green".. than the jeresy's of the Boston Celtics shooting more "bricks" than Shaq.. on the freethrow line stay sippin on my "purple" stuff.. which is also called wine but u already know that.. stop cryin.. this isnt no Kojak ...moment... stay grabbin ur rhymes like clothes.. ..cuz i'm bout to fold that its Skriptz once again.. shuttin it down.. for all u fans.. stand on yo feet & u haters' punches are more "dryer":.. than the fuckin "sand".. on the beach! *throws the mic to the next emcee* |
ok guys i havnt been here since.......... like forever
tryin to think of a ryhm is hard-- i fell like a fuckin tard i dont know if im even good-- should jus hang up the hood but im still here, live another day-- i aint got much too say except this, dont ever stop-- find your voice and hop stay off the drugs and go to church-- never be a bird sittin on it's pirch if you like it, why forget it-- you might as well be eatin shit my point is, stay with this shit-- and someday you may be a hit |
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