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cant beleive you even posted.. every line made me laugh
got skillz that low, wouldn't register '0' on a cronograph talking bout beans! rover! hamlet! wheres the fuckin punch?? this 'philosopher' aint socrates.. he aint even socralunch! this kids got balls, says he's 'king'... 'the next big thing' but ya aint going nowhere ..ya jus a puppet on a string |
Fucka Deva, suck a dick, while I pump lead through your abdominal,
You nominated for obvious, idiocy, and being hypocritically comical, Stick a dick to ya momma, fool, Snowman's not the only thing abominable, For this bitch to speak, I'm intolerable, calligraphy amountable, While this hobbit giggles under the table like counterfeit, not even hominal, I cut ya spleen, pull your brain out through ya nose, like Anubis, now one less obsatcle. |
You named yaself an herb, and I know why, Brethren...
Whack ass fuckin kid, wanted his name ta rhyme with veteran. Hoping he'd be miskaten for one, and in a way he's right... Cuz ONE's exactly what he is, all alone through tha night. No babes for warmth, despite the fact that it's winter... Cuz this kid is small, yo, not even a twig just a splinter. |
Checked ya sig... Its true, you've gotta job to merk kids..
Gettin' caned by peeps as young as ya record difference is.. Tho' I'd be surprised for real, if you were anything but a vet.. Having 2000+ posts, 34 yrs old, constantly on the net.. It's good to have you here tho'... peeps know you ain't a fool.. Obvious insight, a good example - what not to be after school.. |
For a whack ass herb, ya throw a good diss...
But no one would believe me... If I told em it came from Harlem's Finest! Ya prop for the wrong reasons, Big L... And if he knew about ya sig... He'd tell ya ta go straight ta hell. Cuz ya just trying ta hide the embarrassing fact... Ya name's tha only thing that's big... Unless we're talking about the yellow down ya back. Wide as highways, cuz ya more pussy than fags... With rhymes older than me... Surprised they ain't got wrinkles and bags. That should equal 6 regular lines, I think... |
Hmm... Born To Kill... Thought up to induce fear...
Ya way too egotistical... Frontin' a bigger dome than Sways head-gear. I hate the way it seems I've donned ya style... A blatant presentation sway... I'm awaiting ya denial. 12 lines, or 6... my first reply still caned it straight... Cos' ya first bar made impact... The rest came hard with herb weight. Ya mediocre at best.. I've peeped ya many drops... Strange how most were in low Front Lines... Kid... thats how you get ya props. |
Kid? Please...I'm a vet at livin as well as these boards...
While ya similar ta carpet, the way ya always get floored. Jumpin back ta the old style, ta show my versatility... But jumpin ain't somethin you can do at all, stricken with disability. Lookin silly, like bitches who get surprised with a ring... And that's pretty much you, Harlem's Finest, nah...more like Miss Thing! |
Born, shut the fuck up, you got clowned like 10 time here,
Your a chicken, your mom is too, breasts and thighs, cheers, I'll rip that pen outta ya hand, and kick your shins in, Till you look like a flamingo, you got killed, now quit bitchin, We all know the real reason you only post in the diss cypher, Cuz you want all the disses on you used up, so you can call people biters. |
Ouch... caned by Brethen... thats really takin' some flak..
I'll leave you to fight each other 'cos simply put - ya both wack.. One straight look at ya drops.. theres not much more I can say.. Goin' back to the old style? Kid.. I'll cane you any which way.. Please... A vet at living 'cos you've just reached thirty-four? Its obvious why son.. you don't step foot outside ya door.. |
Brethren? I only post in Cypher? Ya eyes are as bad as ya rhymes...
I've got close ta 200 battles... But like purposely splittin watches, I don't care that I lose half the time. Cuz this is just fun, dissing two whack kids like these... And I gotta em on the run... Breth and Harlem, like hungry rats after cheese. But it's bang bang, bullets to they're backs... Thou I hate gangsta shit... I gotta spit to they're level, and that level's whack! Slack...is what my effort is with you two... Because easily... Ya moms' must be fertile, the way I son the both of you. |
It's been forever, no responses, peeps is left in awe...
Cuz I ripped inta these kids, and showed they're every flaw. I'm like that it seems, kinda whack for playing with kids... But I ain't Michael Jackson... Sleeping with one eye open, scared his date will die from SIDS. So whatever ya gonna say, I've heard it all before... Diss my record and family... At least I've got them and know tha score. Cuz despite my whackness, I elevate and merk daily... And if they give me shit... I'm quick ta cream herbs, like my fuckin name was Bailey's. |
another MJ an i'm not talking about your airness
i'm throwing punches at this bitch to test awarness born to kill naw your born to die now weve reached fairness i'll straihgt merk you but BTK can't compare this I'm hope'ing that you stay mad at me because your as gay as your siggy with a list of casulties.. |
Homie get the fuck back take a look at your self you been placed on the surbanite shelf
Know ur type u scream californ-i-a at da top of ur lungs but com from orang county n wealf You know nothing about the classic blood you think ur hard cuz u might smoke bud Talking about Faggots and Gays when you worse than richard simmons dancin disco You got the worst lines never remind us of some of your hardest times the worst of flo Any1 that wish to step to the mic tell me what u think im like ethnic back down u clown |
the concept is to attack infact to rip the above into chunks
but your hittin like a pre-madonna against the drunken monk its certain ya gonna flunk, 'clowns' went out with the 80's ya probably heard it all before, jo jo, but i cant help but play the ladies soon to be the undefeated queen of hip hip, it dont make sense! ya either are or ya arent, dumb bitch, cant sit on the fence...!! |
Born to Kill, born to get filled/
Bitch battle on line, cause wit that weak shit, get his shit spilled/ Ya punk ass cant be for real/ Comin wit shit like-I show they every flaws/ Yeah cause you stay unda tables, lickin hairy balls/ You bitch, you hoe, you reak what you soe/ I'll reak yo punk ass bloody, and leave you to cry hoe Come on man, you know ya shit weak/ Thats what I was sayin, you battle on here cause you cant take that bull ish to the street/ You'll get yo ass smaked, and burnt wit the heat/ So you betta watch ya fuckin mouth faggot, cause it might be me/ Hang yo tired ass, from a tree by yo feet/ So despite yo whackness, you "get merked daily" I know you thinkin how this muthafucka gone play me/ Cause you my entertainment, I play and laugh at you yo/ You be on some lame shit, they get mad but dont blast atchu though// Next time, you and Wack the Bitcher shut the fuck and be real. Next time hommie, holla at me maynt. I'm ya boy right? |
Hol' up Wack the Ripper dont think I forgot about you. Battle me my lady. Cum-c-ya boy, I'll show you how gay i am, belee meB**..., i allsmost called you outta ya name for nuttin, oops my bad, for now. Neva back down, RECOGNIZE THE BANNER BIOTCH!
S. scapegoat, we known nigga O. omnipotent-we to strong nigga L. Lazze Faire-free to do we wont nigga D.dogmatic when it come to rappin-close minded nigga I.Innate-born wit these skills nigga E.Emergence-we comin up nigga, quick, we the next ROC R.Retributive bitch, read the name. |
Dawg when in the same click and you not a soldier
I like doing niggaz like you wrong so Imma expose yah Dawg you so preschool,You dont know the letters for mail And you learned something new so you want everybody to know you can spell Dawg you fucking stink tell yah moms to change yah diaper And with yo elementary rhymes you need to get the fuck out the cypher No hatin just following the rules |
i walked away from tha streets for a second and Castro sees me...
he walked up to me... n in his head: he was thinkin, "EZ!"... but when i unleashed my mind through my mouth til it was tapped out... he ran wit pants down... to his mama to tell her of tha last round... "they said i was wack, and they said i wasn't black"... "and they said that they could kill me wit a plastic bat"... but she didn't comfort u did she? didn't think so... she was just shocked it was u that tha cat decided to bring home... u could follow tha rules but if u did: u wouldn't rep tha N.O... cause real men know that place is in tha list of tha unknown... and i walked right back onto tha streetz and smiled... not wicked or wit a grin... but rather sneery and senile... |
He states hes From tha heart of the devil, I wonder if thats a lie
"Look at the sky, its alive", Too much acid for this guy When you come down bitch, i'll tell you just what happen "You were trippin out, you were paranoid, but ya definately wasn't rappin" Now your not fucked up, it was just one BIG TRIP You can't spit, you swallow, that makes you good at suckin dick So Fuck the devil, FUCK HIS HEART, make tha motha fuka admit He ain't tha devils heart bitch, hes just the DEVILS SHIT! |
Aimed At AngellicalR
The devil is in hell, so if you from there you probably caught on~fire// You say you can't get burnt, thats why my whack lines make ya per~spire// You ready to die, good cuz I'ma gonna murder ya, no kiddin'... seri~ously// But since I don't know "AngellicalR" too well and shit, I'ma do it lyric~ally// Your pretty funny, sayin' I can "try" and burn ya, since I know I suc~ceded// To be honest all ya shit is whack, I think your just a lil too con~ceided// |
i been merkin bitches now brutal bout ta hurt most/
he think he did some raw shit cuz dat was his first post/ if we battle the best verse would be expected as mine/ one on one i'd make ya record decline/ so step i ta line and i 'll add ya to my list/ wac flow and style...he came from mr lif/ |
I been spittin fo years bitch who gives a fuck about my posts
If this was a boxin ring bitch, you'd be up against the ropes Jab in the nose, upper cut in the chin, you ain't seein the end of this bout cuz it's only 30 seconds in the first round, And I just knocked your bitch ass out |
ya been spittin for years but swallowin ya who life...
bitch ya rhyme couldn't be sharp if they were printed on a knife... so just quit with the yappin cause you ain't sayin shit son... you could kick spits out ya lips fa years but, you still haven't won... |
post = 2 yeah kid ur really brutal,
joined 2002 now do you think thats suitibel?/ it inexcusiable... u been spittin for years...i guess its not lady like to swallow/ how bout u be my bitch i lead an u follow? u couldint be in the drivers seat if u had ur own throttle |
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Ghetto proceeded w/o considering tha consquence
Cause ya ain't no bad boy like Martin Lawerence Passing and killing informants, quit feeble comments Honest, ya cant hold shit down like toilets in orbit |
Snatch Diallos halo, clip ya wings and watch you follow
Cause kid all fucked up like Jews flashing Nazi symbols So simple, taking out tha competition and its yall shout Talki so much shit its like ya bladders in ya mouth... |
yo
d silver something like, hey d!, i'll hurt ya
motha fucker rap belt around yo neck an kill ya sound bate like u didn't go school wen u a kid shit trick probably stays at home, sucking hiz own dick u like silver coz u cant afford 2 push gold b4 u get yo first piece-bitch u'll b way too old u never spat a good rhyme so i'll end this verse if we ever took this too tha streetz you'll end up in a herst |
You bullets?Or are you just drunk and high?
Cause I took on 80 shots and I'm still alive Foolish pride, ya brainwaves and starts to scream And Gold ain't shit ask anyone in tha rap industry |
yo (my come back)
yo i know gold old, so bitch dont front against me/
coz silver is cheap, just like your sneekaz an yo jersey/ a comeback was brave-bitchslap u-like u were a slave/ at home wit yo mums cooking yo dinna in yo cave/ warts on yo lips, u lick way too many kliks/ while u give head, ima pushing them clipz/ Definatly- Silver i beat yo bitch till she bleedz/ pussy cat pussy cat, ya softer than my seedz/ ha ha bitch! Take it like a man and dont reply, why u make a comeback 4, aaah i got to you, ha ha haah |
your emptyin full clips while im takin u out in 2 hits//
start conflicts wit silentz n ur mouths double stitched// stuff your ass in a barrel and now ur goin down hill// ended up in trouble ville, next time u'll end up killed// got death on my breath, ate ur wack crew for breakfast// so come test, i'll leave u like limbless like war-vets// |
Fuck..its happened again... for 80shots
80 shots its gonna take... to give you ya first win couldnt see ya blood winning... battling ya own siamese twin! cos ya lines are thin... with the complexity of an amoeba just verbal fever... too weak to make novice nevermind leader ya just a dreamer... misconceived about his skillz we dont need 80 shots... when it just takes 1 to kill! |
Forget..a name change what u need is expertise..
Its reversed worlds..& just cuz u dont get any.. ............Dont mean u aint go need for publicity.... Fuck a 1000 posts..countless open mics & what not.. Bitch is stupid..writin a story & starts with the plot.. Aimin on newbies..its a easy kill & instant disdain.. Been here forever..& record still hasnt made main.. So go ahead & claim..ur just here for the open mics.. ..The only in RB history..standin up for womans rights.. I dont care about your comeback..& what u gonna say.. Dont need publicity? .......But still u stand out.. with such a newbie display.. |
i spit fresh, but ill still leave your corpse rotten
id make you history, but youd prolly be forgotten you dont flip words, just letters like vanna white fighting like tyson, you can punch hard but youd rather bite dont guntalk or make shots, youre fake like titties at hooters attackin with lines so bad, i had to to buy you a ruler you can kill in one shot? you should stop frontin like Pharell the only girl that you ever touched was yourself... |
..Curse a new kid..he holds no value.......he's irrelevant..
Was talkin bout wack.. Took a good look at u, then realized u was a equivalent.. Stupid name <-- colors..basically the whole package..shit.. Your considerd the ideal prey..ill ppl use to up their rec wit.. Damn your pretty bad..to be honest..i mean ur pathetic.. ..Read my drop, observe it then proceed to pretend static.. Kids afraid.. not used to beatings like this..So damn intense.. Watchin that corny hitsoap..to pretend he's amongst friends.. |
This "jack" ass is just like my avatar
shit wouldnt be hot if he set fire to his bars i don't know whats worse me wasting time writing dis or reading d's "verse" i sharpedn his rhymes 100 times they still didnt make one point theykept breaking off at the tip d's words is just diararhea running over his fat lip need to get a grip maybe a pen then you could rip just paper like smoke you will disapper like vapor straight starlight stars are bright what do i look like rhyming against rainbow brite this is not the 80's its the 2'gs you rhyming worst then lauryn hill looked when she was with the fugees keep talking ill smack da fuck at of you and makeyou choke on your koofie ok i dont type the right way but i think i can spit a lil bit holla back tell what i need to improve |
well well well we finally meet again/
im standin behind the weapon disconnectin ya brain stems/ got ya shittin in ya slacks soilin ya depends/ nigga ima killa gorilla engaged in page combat/ flip ya script bitch ya puches is wack... viet nam saddam droppin bombs on ACES back.. |
shit staright ace rhyme worst than a gay ma$e
save face dont post again i didnt know vanilla ice was being resureccted again you sound like a choked up from the thorat up south park mexican sucking rb off and there whole next to kin dont know where rhymes ended shit didnt know when they begined banging on your keyboard doesnt mean your rhyming its not ill flows dont get mad its ok your flows suck and your mom likes me over dad ill be sure to to think about you when i bust a nut on her back yeah yeah i kinda got lost at the end i was getting head what do you expect...lol |
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Can they not talk in Cali? We gotta mummble from Oakland
Introduced to Elton John.. ever since they've been eloping ..Every way you look at it..kid.. ya net careers gonna fail What a fucking rapper.. He's merking kids with his pony tail Dawg.. wheres ya style? tha fucks with tha red tights? Face it You got no chance.. like trying to roll round dice |
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