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Shackles
We old fam but that dont mean shit to me~ Ill merk u anywayz... hit u so hard u wont b able ta see~ Ill leave u locked up in my attic for an eternity~ Like the other mcs that got fucked up in the third degree~ |
My mic merks midgit emcees like flow2crazy//
So see me destroy this bitch without a "maybe"// Nigga's of the round table? I don't see you in there G// All you got is a stupid picture of nigga's you can never be// Ill state? nah...the state that masturbates through gates// This is fate, never see me G, wanna meet me man, jus set a date// Cos I'm ready for you anytime my mic in hand ready to spit// At the end of the day you gona see my money stacked up, an you ain't shit// |
Messin wit the round table, I think first your gonna need some elevatin//
Cuz when I look at your verse, wack or noob is what i'm contemplatin// Do you actually think you can merk flow 2 crazy without a maybe?// Look beside your verse, hard words comin from a flyweight baybe// LMAO, he got no info in his profile, scared of beein tracked down by a real G// \/He's a fag lemme translate so you can see\/ Quote:
Verse was wack, prove my point, i'll beat you with it, look at how this kid spit// "At the end of the day you gona see my money stacked up, an you ain't shit"// :laugh2: OMG SONNED :laugh2: |
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thinks hes heart n flesh, im the baron...ill part the nest. discard this vet, this intro to german. ill spit til your Par'in wet. death aint a far regret...wanted in the council, well this part 'the test. have you sparred n set, wouldnt be front lines if you had a hard barette. think your foot prints are elevating?...you couldnt force skill if you carved a step. alarm n check the harm i left...wouldnt be liberal if you were karma's pet. dont mistake this kin for a charmin' set. you a splinter, you cant scar the rep. we dont get you, like you was hard to sketch. garbage guess, id say your version 2 of carson jet. no hate, just sibling rivalry. spit back.... if you go it. |
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Stop Squawking: Here i go again, dissin n pissin...Done n Said, my assesment is written. Spit Dish til you Trippin, you hated as much as President Clinton. Glamour this Present n Ribbon, your words is~worse~wack than a Telly Tubby. His sigs the only way you well above me. Aint hard, you just Silly Puddy. See, you just dont fit in... Like if you put the PUNCH into FIGHTER. High Hopes from the Shire...like Ben Stein, your eyes Jump from this Cypher. Infernal ammuse, im a Person of Fuse. Im jerkin this Room n Servin 'Em Truth. You the First of the Bruised. Nigga this aint Rap, This Verbal Abuse. What now? Erm....what now? |
ok... cats in denial, hit by my missiles, rocked, ya raps n' ya lines? shit. n' ill rip the lot Shootin this rat, only thing good bout ya raps is its my style writ in a different font! Looks like you bit off the wrong dude, cos all ya lyrics is salty n' bitter You'll never come off dope as me.. ok lyricist but ya multis are shitter faulty, ya sinner... ya get mugged n' floored, bruised fa thoughts that you run this I love ta rawt, come with brawn I punch with force, kid, you just forcin ya punches Rockin G's, looks like ya gonna flee.. grab ya purse, head south fa borders Shit man, every vending machine i go to is like ya words, They're out of order! No wonder u slept on, whenever u drop its like voters is sent for a nap.. so confusing... damn, even if i was spidey, i still couldnt make "sense" a ya raps no beef :) |
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Oh dear god this kids up in a defensive position, don't u know its a sin// Head so far up flow2crazy's ass i'm surprised he ain't shittin for him// I set the date for battles, maybe you'd masturbate to be there// Just know that to people like me you ain't no one an ain't goin nowhere// Fuck "maybe", I'll slaughter him with "baby" cos you gotta feed of me// Why look at how I spit man, you're verse was everywhere, can't you see// Surprised to actually find a rhyme in a verse like this man we're through// Flow2crazy with his lazy lips and lady ass fag brown nose crew// Don't bite more than you can chew boy. I think you'll find that you are the one that has been... ahem... SONNED. Tosser. |
Riddle~Me~That, Man Ma Punches Will Have U "Tr"ippin (DR) Like~Taps ...
Dog U Always Gettin Shit Wrong Dats Why U Got "X'S" On Ya Nike~Hats ... Me And U Is Like A Bike VS A Ferrari Coz U "Riddled" n I Simply Fly~Past .... U Can't Mess With Me While Im at My~Best, U Get Caught Up In Nets ... Man U Think Pissin On A Boat Dun Mean That U Can Flow On Tha Decks ... U Say U Jus Sonned Headgames But Ur Rhymes Are Full Of Empty Threats... |
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not dope, void these lines if your rhymes happen to punch. bowl n spoon, ima scold this goon. munch this chip like captain n crunch. your rhymes like prophecy, they stretch til events Occur. even with the spidey tactics, you couldnt have intense closure. Punches none other than prewritten. on the dope scale, you fake Hittin. Shack mistakes vision, like color blinds tryin to compare american flags with Great Britain. Quit Lippin and Shake Livin. your state's Mission, Wack. Takin garbage right out the community, Our difference is...you hate given Back. Sig Gleamin n All, be ashamed you claim wack keys. I gots the loot to suit ya. your just used to make me look better, like willy wonka's Oomp-uh-Loomp-uhs. say your thick material, im the artery...you just a vein in a man. you couldnt diss me with comic lines, if you had the brain of Rosanne. |
aint no thang...
anybody'll tell ya ya cant hang with me.. prepare for fall out, ya speared n' broke You'll never appear better than me, your skill levels me about 3 years ago Ill split ya wig, man dont diss my sig... cats just thought i was raw n they told me Its just a cypher.. So go back to battles........ and PLEASE stop forcin ya multis!? one |
Yall aint intoxixcated,cuz im intoxicated,my flows stay hot and likeble,so why yall nigga hate it,Ya rhymes like ya jeands,worn out and faded,Check ya the expire day,cuz beleive ya rhymes outdated,Now u wanna take the main nigga of his camp,I leave ya body stiff,like girls havin PMS cramps,and its not just that,ya drawes be bloody and damp,and my gunts on fire,they'll lite you up like a lamp,And dont try to act or look like a G,,cuz u'll get wet sooner,Need to quick tryin to be a quick G,and Join nick Jr,Like da pandas,Ya life is close to an end,and ill tak u out of this world da same way u came in,But naked coverd in blood and berly breathing
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Your flows stinks like its rolled up in shit~
Whos swimming in sewer water... ur the culprit~ Get over it you need to move up to the 21st century~ Rapping and you... it just aint meant-to-be~ Butt naked... what are we talking about here~ Just repeating wat u said gotta make that clear~ We know u were the prison bitch last year~ The thing is you werent even in jail~ Just went there for fun... then explained it in detail~ |
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yo i aint english laugange im ebonicz that just the way that i talk you fallowing chiks wit ya dessprate ass dick n that just tha way tha you stalk man i got tha most evil mind ill murder ya rhyme a flow at a time see when i be spiting ill relinquish ya spot at tha bottom you don't know but you fallin like leaf in tha auttom |
if you hopin on rap for a career, you aint goin far dude...
lemme drop a personal, wait, who the hell are you?... imma set it and forget it, youre my new roast... funny i have more dq wins than you have posts... if you plannin a takeover of RV, head to Retard Valley... cuz herbs get sonned by phantoms in dark alleys... |
Phantom... cuz im not gon waste my time on this herb
Weak shit is all i can ever see you post~ You call urself phantom... why? do u ghost~ Creepin up in alleys im waiting over here~ Make it easy n close my eyes...but when i open em'you disappear~ Like water your rhymes dry up n evaporate~ At the same time... about 300 emcees i ate~ Me n you meeting aint luck... thats fate~ Problem is you came precooked and served on a plate~ |
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yo this is some game nerd wit a high vocabulary he freaks at glock and im still standing at constabulary your clocked you almost out of time now that you should rember and for your dq's you probally took on every kid thats newest member yo how you know about fuckin retard vally. ill kill in tha back ally you prbally made that site in ya mansion in cali yo aint comin back wit a rally |
fuck *Ebonicz* your text is dead ...cuz when king x comes in there will be rollin' heads //
i *Cut Crews* like *Dreads* ..spraying red on the floor with a flow so hardcore // levae you with 1000's of sores like something you never seen before // your wacker than micheal jordan with a *Baseball Bat* // hard punches take that as i just stomped you out like a welcome mat!! |
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yo X-static; welcome to hell. you got no jurriscticiton, n your records dont look fatal. what was paps thinkin, creatin cowardly offspring...yo mams shoulda took anal. you say its begun, this verse the reason you wack. infact, thats a wrap. hed stand up and begin another rebellion, but hed have another asthma attack. strobe, go ahead n just delete Static's rhymes, save 'em the embarrassement. thats why you only cypher battle, cuz you and average mc's have no comparrison. your not dope. you fit into one classification, thats ilegable folk. heres an example; your avy. its like id be pinching the incredible hulk. you need to take a step down, like if someone just tried to taunt the grinch. just blame your lame attempts on genetics, cuz this the kinda text that you stop to flinch. |
ill *Abuse* you *Verbally* and rip your bitch ass apart//
the only time you *Drop Illness* is when i stop your heart// and the rating of your wackness is the only way you top charts// im ripping this ass like 1000 farts, whats your verb? please dont be a herb// cause your wack ass will get burned and get what you deserve// ill rip you easy..your rhymes are weak and sleezy your bitch cant Please-Me// and even if you sent your entire crew you couldnt Cease-Me! |
i know a wack rapper and he's name is static
when i walk in the room he bow down and get fanatic he sucks dick jus like i do and jus as well he guy he fucked , does fuck and tell damn i released ur secert, ur a queer so every1 battle him and hav no fear oh god he likes it up the ass he offered it to Chillz but he said he'd pass so plz jump off the guys dicks and stop dick-riding oh by the way, there is a rule that says no biting |
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^^^that shit aint even worth my time//he mad cuz my lines dropped like a pregnant bitch and gave birth ta ur rhyme// Ignorant species u far from human...U aint even on my criteria// ur career is at a stand still like daz shit I should call u bacteria....// im maleria......here .... damaging ur system// listen...look at ur rhymes...ur on Balls like ur in a catchers position// my skills...you say"you lack kid"// when you dont even fit in like a room full of koreans an u tha only black kid....(I shouldnt even wrote this much...cuz ur shits A,B,C grammer school disses!) -an who this kid battle........a vegetable!! -ColdSteeL-The BOSS.(period)fuckoh!! :shoot: |
cold steel u lack wackness even if u was in I of the storm u still couldnt flow betta dan me//
try to shoot dem cold slugz at me nigga they will heated and melted,even if u did arobics u couldnt be far off betta dan me// its like that homie |
^^^HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!...that was bullshit//
like alter boys with full lips givin head in a pull pit// Ur a fag a wanna be... u'll nevah be nothin more than a computer geek// I know U like dressin in drag and gettin laid flat like a computer sheet// U confuse tha street..or U a rapper or a poet// cuz skills u dont show it...every dick u blow it...actin like ur idenity is a secret but everybody knows it..(BITCH!!) |
ill have to get Cold on steel and get bold when i kill//
i got skills, fuck with me you get the raw deal// see, colds rhymes are old and they are Still-Aging// but like terminal cancer patients my rhymes are Ill-Raging! |
Wow your flow just fell flat on its face~
Opened its mouth n knows how the dirt tastes~ Sorry to say but im ashamed that i know u~ Clinton got monica nshe wouldnt even blow u~ aight just sumtin quick lets go p dizz |
If you say you Flow2crazy I'ma give you some ritalin
Da Vinci runs The Council, you just a little middle-man I'm a beast, so don't rep him, we know who's better clown The only time you flow is when you push the toilet lever down Crazy? Demented 'cuz you got molested, the truth is what I'll dig Ya girl loves me, that's why she left ya balls bluer than ya sig... Lol no beef Flow... |
no beef we fam...
Go a couple posts wit me?? Youll get a couple roasts from me~ My punches leave u dozing... and u just had a pitcher of coffee~ Hope you got the reciept if you thought u could win~ Ur a disgrace to Rv like that guy named sin~*sinner Your rhymes need to be tweaked more than a little~ Cuz some of your punches were extremely brittle~ Notice a nigga in the council made both ur sigs~ You remind me of archeologist... always wantin 2 dig~ |
Archaeologist? Boy I'll hit you with the shovel
Make you spit all ya flow out and drown you in the puddle Change ya title to "wack is just an uderstatement" 'Cuz ain't nobody feel you except yourself, it's lyrical masturbation I rhyme slicker than grease, ya sig design set you up No wonder ya name's on a tombstone, now you deceased... |
Wow your on that same tombstone... keep dissin yourself~
Now you feel stupid and feel as small as an elf~ If you had tonsilitis you wouldnt flow sick~ Keep starin thinking maybe i might do a trick~ Your slick like grease well ur also slimey~ When i drop my hot rhymes u keep trying 2 mime-me~ Masturbation? ya voice sounds like ur goin through constipation~ Here ill make you slick... ill just cover u in lubrication~ |
this nigga thinks hes nice cuz da council had picked-em
he ses his state is ILL cuz the high rate of syphilis vitims |
Cat-M-I-C on the scene straight from the bean//
Who'd ever think this cunt could win on the scene// Two line rhyme? this is a battle, not a freepost// Got ya shittin on ya Calvin Kline's quicker than most// You see you people are blinded from whats beneath// I'm talkin bout this kid's pearly whites, an I ain't talkin 'bout his teeth// Keep comin with nothin an you be runnin out the game// It's a shame, you're style's lame I got you tamed, Spit whack shit again an I'll be blastin you out the frame// |
yo man riddle me ''this'', how u even trynna ''diss'' when u a 4 foot midget?
..Man Look At Ya Hair, Your Sportin A ''Mullet''.. This Kid So Dumb If I Loaded The Gun n Held It 2 My Head He Still Couldnt ''Pull-It''.. Nigguh This Cyhper Is Like ''Pool''..I'm Knockin Dumb Fucks Off The ''Table''.. ..I'm Willin n ''Able''.. Spittin Homosexual Disses At This Gay Fuck To Make Him Feel ''Unstable''.. ..I'm Spittin These ''Words'' From ''Keys'' (Letters) Like A Game Of ''Scrabble''.. U Couldnt Asemble A Hot Rhyme If U Got A ''tutorial''.. ..U Got Murderd In 6 Lines n ''Another One Bites The Dust'' Is Playin At Ya ''Memorial'' |
Call Him A Toilet Tha Way You Always Spittin Shit ...
Throw Hard Punches Like Caps Then Say I Shotta Bitch ... Haha U Sick Naw Bitch But You Define Homosexuality ... Stealin Ludas Avy Then Say That You Got Originalety ... You A Coke Addict Tha Way U Can't Handle These Lines ... I Heard Of Brains In Slow Mo But Yo's Mus Be Re-Wind ... Dog Ya Lines Are Like "BIG's" Tha Way Its Presently Laid ... Naw Not Tha B.I.G's, Big As In Tha Way Its Outta Shape ... |
shackels, lol too easy
- this niggaz locked up they wont let him out your styles is p.ussy get yo ass knocked tha fuck out homie is trapped by his own raps gave himself a death sentece get tha fuck outta here before i take out ya wisdom lika dentist i guess im done bored of dissin' shackles |
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here here: your lines strech more than obeast hoes with double D cups. only solid thing you spit is toward cement, n even those puddles erupt. an amputee with rhymes? your missing flow is your scariest loss. said your willed: the only thing you share with chirst is youll carry your cross. talking about introduction? rhymes you key are wack to sentece. before you throw down decent vocab, you gotta pass basic acedmics. last you spoke of a funeral, think first about who your mockin'. your deadly rhymes, will leave your only option for a sound booth, your coffin. |
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he bangs class sic, that exemplifies this fam is heredically mine. i could posses the words to dictate em, and state it under three lines. closest to hip hop music this cat gets is quoting lines off his MP3. his secret apetite for bitings out. we've heard that akon line 12 times on MTV. and that was just today, everyone will agree akon sings "locked up" better. the only way you can be original now, is to pop open a can of doctor pepper. im gonna have to ground my son schema, i thought i told em it was bad to lie. see i knock out vets in front lines, n save cypher time to keep the wack aside. |
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your a dumb bitch it was meant for peopl to recognize it as akons song stupid fuck- verbal abuse, needs to throw his ryhmez away, they have no use they're fuckin' useless, like sadam from prison calling a truse this bitch has so many sons, his pussy must be extra loose u should pm srtobe to change your name to sexual abuse, this niggaz hatin' on tha Word becuz he no i got skill he's eattin' his onw garbage words, makin' him think that he i'll it's called verbal poisoning dummy know swallow that birth contorl pill this bitch is a fuckin' push-over, he ride dicks for votes and thrill |
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this guys a lunatic, the grandmaster ought to know im rap's chick. do i got to scribble gacious fumes on this board, to leave this class sic. a wack fix can even boost your skill, yo gano esta juego con mi todos entry. try and focus on the bigger picture. like the camera crew of oprah winfrey. switch style: and im dishing you raw, like emeril's kitchen. pull your guts out your ass like a turkey, to quiet your miniscule bitchin'. youll need stichin'...you rap white like you write mags for the OC. unitl i teach you the only thing white people use paper for is bagging groceries. you a phacade to emcees with talent, like mec is weed's thrill. have you super charred, and come back more unalive than an ecstacy pill. |
my rap tactics, took page 81 under my wing so drastic.
its like magic, how i make these wack faggets dissapear like the word gallactic. my rap mathmatics keyd death to estatic, canned his rhymes so tragic. ill stay intact with any gammic that furthers verbal's rabbit graphics. simply trash spits like santa's Xmas havic, who wants the savage? you can have it, ill hand you plastic punches like linnen gloves. i ribbon thugs that obtain winnin guts to battle verbal's disses once. like piss in rugs, you cant remove the marks i gave rap verse. im the postitive skill, how you gonna KO me when i create stats first? im rap's purse, i hold the key nessecities. like lip gloss n perfume. im strictly for the record. most losses are dq's, like a boss interview. yall dont belong to this music culture, similiar to dykes in ministry. i reconstruct nouns n verbs, theres no easy way to fight this dentistry. who else got jokes? (your next) |
Send "punches to your vicera", like it was "domestic abuse"//
Take a look at your sig nigga, because "this could be you"// Just thought of that Verbal Abuse Go easy on me aiight kid. |
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