Tek Ill, Filled Wit Vocab And Phat Skills// Aint Kissin Ass, But Like Shaq, I Bet Homie Pack Steel(e)s//
A Real Thug, Not A Faggot, Not On Ja Rule Status// Spitting Verses That Hot Aint Learned, Its About Tru Talent//
Diz Kids Nice, Wit Verbs Hot, How Could A Nigga Not Feel B?// Fuck Wit This Kid Probably Jumped Wit Mo Eagles Den Philly// I Mean Really, Like Jay-Z He Probably Got Mo' Den One Milli (millimeter/million)//......Feel Me?....

hes ill/ looks good next to skill//
ill write this and fight off ne thing that kills//
just for you, i adjust my rap scene, and free this.//
and if we played tag - id even be it...
so genius, why u rap so good, ur dope//
purple haze sucks, but ur dope !

His name is so untrue he dont have a feebl mind
But i gurantee this cat dont ever have to come from behind
Look at his rhymes he never come weak
He dont need to climb the mountain he's already at the peek
Im not the only that likes him he's like a virus or bug
If it wasn't for that thing between his legs i swear I would give him a hug

HA!

Hes in the spot-light, leaving ya shot-twice..
And Leaving you with the question do ya got-life?..
No..cause he rips you in-two, making ya get no wins-fool...
hes hitting you harder than cyclone ya never been-through...
the man has keen-wits like dogs fucking every teen-bitch..
Having mean-spits, that makes ya spleen-rip..

if someone called this kid a retard or gay -
i'd hook him up wit a helmet n' call it a day -
by the way, this kid fights ta death -
look at the forum..he owns the cypher threads -
i'd lend him a leg, if mine was fake -
if he had no hands, i'd wash his face -
he gave me a compliment, i give it back -
say hes dope... just cuz im cool like that -

masta c has tactical skills~n~thrills//
with nine wins, hes relakin and still~kills//
this dude's kickin asses, he could teach classes//
to all the newbs,only 1 lose, every1 better fasten//
thier seat belts, cuz master c make ur seat~melt//
his rymes deserved to be knelt to, they"ll always be felt//*

knelt meaning bein prayed to

edited:this was meant for masta c

im next, looks like you miss-said -
i better see a compliment, or its off to the diss thread -
but he aint bad, hes ight, almost cool -
just graced better wit a lil Calda in his gene pool -
name explains it, ya betta off dead -
this kid will tear a newbie.... nuff' said -

sorry playa, ur rymesmake matter*~flatter//
not many phatter than this homerun batter//
he makes the badder~rappers~scatter, he relaxes//
and still kicks asses~n~smashes~the~fastest//
records and can give intullectual~lectures to the smart//
this dude can go platnum and conuse people like bart*//

matter= anything that takes up space
bart+simpsons, bart makes people angry and cunfuses them, like the guy above confuses people with his knowledge and quickness

This guys a quick-hitter, cause hes a sick-spitter..
You can throw punches but he just rips-bigger...
Flicks-fingers at all his opponents he beat..
Lyrics of heat, spits so much his mouth leaks..
Packing lyrics by the tons, nothing he cant-haul...
Cause he stands-tall..makes every other man-fall..

this guy is just amazing,aint no words to define him
for you to try and diss him would be considered a crime kid
his records 9-1 he should be labeled a king
if rap had allstars he'd be on the dream team
when u try to battle him,your at a loss for words
kids so damned talented spittin nouns,adjectives, and verbs

The man will kill-you, has no wins yet but he still-rules..
Cause his lyrics are like bullets he just fills-fools....
he will beat-ya-ass,....so dont speak-ya-trash....
Cause going against him...the weaks-dont-last...
This man, yeah hes-new, but i still speak-true...
when i say dont go against him cause he will beat-you

i'll blast ya but im not ya master.. ur good//
im the shasta, ur the real cola, be real like wood//
step into mud, i'll be ur mat// get into trub, ill be there flat//
have a gat, ill hand you i for free// you were there for me//
ur dope, this a compliment... cuz uve got skills, good riddens//
but dont take all that serious.. if i said u were goo..its called kidding//

this man battled me...but it was all in fun...
cause this man'z so dope that he can be called my son...
you so dope that I let you help my lead my crew...
you said that you was nice-dope-tight...and I believe you too...
if DM ever needz another co-leader then let me have it...
so I can let all of RB know that Feeble'z a sexy bastid...;)

in thid guys lines he has humor//
he spreads hi knowledge around like a tumor//
he spit~sick to destroy you~more, hes swift//
with his line and biff with his lines he has a gift//
he be nimble, he be quick, when he raps hes slick//
so watch out for the guy above and his clik//

This guys so friendly, reminds me of Mr. Rogers.
A super hero to most, helping cops with robber.
A show stopper, diZastreous got the stage.
Spittin' lyrics like the kid ain't never gonna age.
Lets flip the page, although I don't really know you.
I'll scream for you, like I did when Oklahoma St. got beat by OU.

This man is unbreakable like he was a brick..
Gots bitches all over him wanting his dick...
he spits sick, like he always has a cold..
If rapping was a card game he'd make ya fold..
hes bold, he doesnt turn away from a battle...
His lyrics shake ya brain like it was a baby rattle..

masta c is on fire, ya dun't need anotha MC to hire/
cuz this kid culd take out half a crew in less time-provided/
he doesnt bite rhymes, comes mad fuckin-original/
with visions so corruupted he can still see a dozen-individuals/
forreal though' kids off the meter, and never has to worry bout bein called little-tweeter/
or little pussy-eater, cuz this kid's a masta of game/
faster to flame, then a pyromanic mixin laughter with pain/

beefin with cutastraphe~is~blasphemy//
to other cats~he~causes jealousy//
hell destroy u with lyrics and quikness//
he puts his enemies on the black~list//
n makes em pissed, he puts a twist//
on the game, watch out for his fists*//

*punches

his record should be reversed cause hes skilled...
He makes kills, with a lyrical bullet so ya in under the hill..
He spits lyrics like they are nothing, its no-joke..
Theres no-hope, cause he clogs ya throat, go-choke...
No body can give him another loss, and that-is-true..
Cause hes made of rubber throwing ya diss back-at-you...

I usually don't give props, cuz that's just not me,
But I gotta give it up for Masta C on RB//
Almost 800 posts and a record of 9 and 1,
That says this cat is serious and this shit ain't just for fun//
Let Masta C rip the battle with the skills that he's been given,
And leave any opponent layin in the dirt with corrupted vision.

i dont know nothin bout this dude, but he is reppin my city/
not really/ i'm from Cleveland, but hes close, hes holdin down Cincy/
he's sh!t is acid, burnin niggas, potent as hell/
this dude's a pimp, look at his sig, the dude is quotin himself/
his name is Sheff, nothin less, blingin like an emarald....damn!
he cookin up somethin fo real, like he is emeril....bam!

here he is 'nunother' than the man himself,
fearin no-one lyrics rich - like wealth/
undefeated, battle record unblemished,
waitin for the next emcee to get finished/
inside this flyweights a heavywait-in to appear,
cuttin wack 'herbs-off' like 'van-gough' did his own ear/
'respect all, fear none' are the words he swears by,
disrespect him & he's out of cleveland to do a drive-by/

i like this dude, Dom-N8/ and I'm a Dime-not 8/
and he a champ, dont be decieved cuz his status is flyweight/
don't get in conlfict wit this dude, cuz he will bring it fo sho/
he'll murda u and have u momma mournin like Miss Shakur/
a legend in the makin/ takin/ the next spot in history/
wit only 58 drops, can't wait till dude hit sixty/

Theres just "nunother" than this mans-skill...
He stands-real...cause he constantly lands-kills..
he doesnt throw fake-punches..so just take-bunches...
of his skill..feed off it cause he makes great-lunches...
Only 77 posts..and the title of a fly-weight...
Going against him you lose, so ya die-great...

masta c the nicest guy on the board//
postin the most on this forum, he a lord//
to this game and when he spits ignites a flame, and not lame//
hes the main event a stain in the vent, hell never go away//
hell always be in front, allways a day ahead, this is just play/
he is insane with his brain and lyrics, yall give some way//
and some clearence cuz this cat got experience//
so dont fuck with him above, and he has a god~like appearence//

diZasterous, his name fits him, his flows are the sickest/
He mastered this, teachin all u lyrical misfits//
The basics of rappin, he ranked high wit the best/
His tactics wit words makes me poke out my chest//
His punches hit harder than Mike Tyson/
Truly original, u'll neva catch him bitin//
Of all the people that I could be/
All I'll wanna be is d-i-Z//

i agree w/ his name infinite skills
that means he got rhymes 4 days that pay tha bills
he breaks down wack mc's against their own wills
1nce he starts spittin u'll die 4rm his flow that kills
goin against him is like gettin shot
this nigga is like tha energizer bunny strictly non-stop

dam he's a nymfo at 16...so he's known to fuck hoes//
lyrical bullet when he battle...so he known to buck those//
ain't got much to say...except he's fuckin hillarious//
even tho he's a nymfo...he's not careless//
cause in the heat of the moment...he'll grab a Tro-jan//
he's not call nymfo for nothin...so watch ya Ho'man//:rolleyes:

Thank god u back from hell u have a indcredible gift//
Of swervin your pro-nouns and dat lickidy shit//
Tonya, u ready to toss neone pleadin the hot//
u could kill dem bitch's and drop em of the chaut//(chart)
to some your verbily vicuise, to others your lock on pussy snitchs//
to me your incredibly stepped up to glitchs//

He has infinite-skills, he sins-if-it-kills, like the devil...
Hes a lyrical rebel, 4-1 cause no ones on his level...
He easily beats-you cause to him you are nothing..
he beats weak-fools, cause all they do is bluffing...
A free agent!!!.....someone better sign-him-quick...
hes just that good cause he always has rhymes-to-spit..

Masta C, will come afta thee, if u sayin he can only rap gifts unda a tree,
If I aint mistakened his record is 3 times 3, and he only lost once so u know dat he,
is one of da best RB has to offa, jus da same way roc-a-fella offas Jay Hoffa,
so go head and dash like dame, cuz dis dude Masta C not P nah dats a different name,
can rap circles round u like a no U turn sign, and I bet if he put a rap against me den he'd burn mines,
but I'm not gonna trip, cuz my excuse is, his record betta den mine so I'm not hurt I'm gonna live,
if he don't kill me he'll only make me stronga, cuz Masta C can spit shit jus like jus like manure farmas,

masta c be a rap pro/ the first one to blast yo/
catch you talkin static/ you'll be cauterizin blood flow/
cut throat/ dirty up tha battlefield wit mudd flows/
strictly talkin gutta/ cutta busta like some fresh dough/
heads roll/ that's the way his crew be lockin sets bro/
neva disrespect it or you pay tha cost wit death toll....

yo MC BASS u rhyme like a pro//
i kno u will put on a great show//
man if ya battle em u get RIP u//
his flow will comen so fast they'll strip u//
Man there is no betta than EmCee then MC BASS//
man when he rhymes he lets ov poisonous gass//
so he will make u choke up on stage//

0-1 reverse that rec, cause this man-is-ill...
Cause his hands-got-skill, every punch lands-to-kill...
A Free agent? not for long, cause ill put him in my-crew..
cause he spits rhymes so fast he will tongue tie-you..
Hes a light weight but he packs punches like a heavy-weight...
Hes just so great, that he destroys fakes, with a steady-rate..

Im from Pittsburgh..come on now why come up on here
to pass respect to another decent
Pennsylvania affiliate*

When the time comes to express yourself upon the
battlefield your lookin like bobblehead idiots*

Main mans like whos the master then noone answers
only wonderin who the fucks he after*

Slaverys over but with people like us your still bound
by chains we're out your range in a rover
hey fuck it*

Im pushin nothin but when it comes to stepin with the
best foot your pretty much like Lieutenant Danz
screamin at Forrest*

Pennsylvania affiliates constantly check back to the
hospitals simply dying gettin more sick its
not possible*

For you to claim your the illest ever when you lost the
truth that hearts porcelin we throw rocks
at a funhouse*

Breakin six mirrors of everything you wish you were so
heres the question what the fuck you
want now?

Whos the Masta?!.....

a lil over ten minutes plus a ciggy break give or take five :kid:

It's Content, with the encrypted stylez he inventz Harder than any dime-quater or Fifty-Centz/

Leaving a wake of cranial dentz ~N~ aortic Stentz, from a life of G.I. tentz ~2~ poetic-Ventz/

Keep dropping mad-ness, cuz creativity is your true appa-ratus all the while remaing the Bad-ist/

Like triangulated cross fire, prestine bullets ~N~ umbrella Wirez, headz splatter when he spitz heated matter/

Man down, or raise up, he's tranning ya pups like those who lack prenumps ~2~ Chumpz/

Ya stylez may have beat, but he gotz more bangz for the Bump/

Bounce is out!

me and this guy have talked shit to eachother
aint nothin but love cuz he's a very gifted brotha
his styles unique,and his rhymes are on point
u battle him,i'm sorry,he's blazing you like a joint
he's from L.A. home of the gangsta's and wigg splitta's
he can rap,he can fight,he's even a cold blooded killa

Pillboy!? Thats My Man He Always Hook Up Fat Sacs||
This Black Cat Got Skillz Like Shaft Teamin' Wit Shaq||
Ice Beamin So Hard That I Can See Him Out The Window||
His Tempo Get Ladies Movin Like this Was A Disco Wit Sisqo||
His Wrist Glow, Ladies And Gents, Yo Hooded Pusha||
He'll Bust Ya Like Virgin Cherries You'll Bleed Like Gusha's||
So Dont Push Ya Luck Fuck Around And You'll Get Stuck||
Pillboy And Nitemarre? Man you might Not Wake Up||

I couldnt believe my eyes when I saw your battle numbers//
Anyone who voted against you is "Dumb and Dumber"//
At first I rubbed my eyes and said it can't be true//
As the picture cleared up "the chosen one is you"//
I walked for days contiplating what could I say//
I figured it out, went home I'd been gone for "7 days"//
If the tallest mountain didn't have a name it'd be "Nitemarre"//
The numero uno, "P-I-M-P", the one in cyphar