he found summin ta spit against.....a 1-2 newbie.....


For what it's worth your not, you cannot be bought-
Your an herb, wit verbs that ought be lost.............
Done dealin witta devil, well deal wit my advice.......
Take your bible, double grip, an mesh wit Christ......
As I spit thru your chest an nest wit words of Jet...
Your heart can't handle the impression's left by vet's

Riddle:

You got some feeble battle tactics, isn't mommy feeding you more of that tasty broccoli and corn?
Of course not beef cos you can't handle the "forgotten" rhymes that I mastered before you were born
Battlin me you're as nervous as a newb at porn - I can notice by your undeveloped "weak-bladder"
With a finger I stop you from any attempt to "rush-me", less "crush-me", not even if you stood up on a ladder

i ate you and spat u out, cause what u call tasty sound, thats why they place me at the top and u on pasty ground...
cuase youll stay down stick there, u belong wit it...
u scared cause the shit i spit from my lips is acidic...
180 rounds a minute, im pinnin u like wresler everyones down and out raise an eyebrow when im finished...
keep your country shit i dont give credit for stains...
gain some brains i spit to say that u should elevate...

Damn right im new/
And im better then u/
Spittin the shit so sick u might get the flu/
No skillz,u sound like the beastie boys/
u gon know about the ground when i heat them toys/
Six feet under/
still hear my thunder/
These r the times i sit back and wonder/
What the fuck im doin this bullshit for/
Spittin hot shit on these bullshit whores/

Damn Cali, we all can tell your fuckin' weak and new
So Maybe Village Pimp can rip you for a weak or two
I spit the illest shit so motha fuckers get Brain Cancer
Your style is gay, if you were like Usher, you'd be a gay dancer
Talkin' 'bout whores? Fuck you think you is, I village Pimp
Kickin' out doors, Fuckin' drink my piss, My lines leak you limp
All I gots to say to you Caliber is that your gay, gay, gay
I body bag so many emcees that y'all think I'm the KKK

BITCH!

nigga is a wanna be P i m p has Limp spurts.....
village P.I.M.P cuz dis nigga pimps smurfs........
ya flow is garbage dont talk about otha peoples punches.....
some niggaz cannibals like hannibal...so u'll be peeps lunches....
So chill out wit da shit talk cuz u gon be done....
I wont say u got nice punches untill i see one....
I got love fo all emcees but i jus gotta dis u kid....
u think u cant be beatin but cats say magician jus did.....
Its crazii how funny dis kid is JOKE! ish.....
but i'll end ya career like Hokis..pokis..... lolz iight ~1~

this man above me spits played out lines/
and im sure he'll steal some better rhymes/
when i get ina zone i tend to discombobulate/
and this bitch cant seem to accomodate/
my sedistic style, magicians style is summed up as vile/
he cant get past my guarenteed to succeed trial/

he cant see me, destroyin this kids easy/
prolong ya pain like birth and oversized feces/(feces = doodoo lol..)
cheat me?, no i'd put an end to ya time/
funny thing is, im just ending my fourth line/
now whats sad, is my worst is your best/
i should leave a damn brand impressed on your chest/
punches hard like pavement, meet your next engagement/
my rhymebook is my brain, no wonder why you askin where the page is(pages)/
id say something about ya mother, but damnit shes got herpes/
and im afraid you might spit, cause then you'd definitlly murk-me/
dont hurt me :help: .. NOT.. you couldnt lunge if you tried/
id throw u over a cliff, but you'd be confused on whether to plunge or to die....

that herpes line: herpes can be passed onthru saliva if u didnt know...yes even "head"....... just thought id explain thats why i edited

SHit... STL... FUCK YOU

You Need to Check the Cross State Bitch, Cuz We More Tighter over herre
You Need to check that Prostate Itch, Cuz His Momma Been Givin' you head
Gays Come up to you and say Hey Hoops, You Say "I Like The Way You Do that RIght Thurr"
RB knows that the Lou Bitches like Gay Groups, But Me & MT Leave Faggits Stright dead
I'm Like Nelly, Murph, J-Kwon, & CHingy, Cuz Man I REally Suck At THis Rappin'
I'm Unlike ANy One Who Ever Reps Louie, Cuz Man I'm Really Good at PImp Slappin'

nigga you aint never been real, aint held no metal/
niggas like me get in ya head, have you hotter than a tea kettle/
whips and lashes, i dip more than ice cream and fa-ggits/
and coughin up a lugy is the only time you hack-it/ (come up to par)
pass it, that mic dont belong to you, how the fuck really right if u dont rep the lou??/
this niggas a fine steak, you making me ir-rate/
bet you ride the bi-state and just a victim of crim-rates/
never speak of my city or ill leave you to be decomposed/
ill leave ya face leakin, and reakin of a beacon-nose/ (beacons light up red, red nose)

str8 give it up bitch when i want da cream
cuz i when do u tricks will wish diz was a dream
i don't hate but u disrespect me dat is da quiccest way 4 u 2 catch slugs in ur necc
so don't try me cuz i won't hesitate 2 kick ur azz 1 of 2 ways like wut
like Lil Scrappy, "I Don't Like 2 Get Violent, But I'll Fucc Ya Azz Up"
just chill out play ur postion & know ur role like da Rocc
i wish i could just make money wit out all u hoes wantin 2 ride my jocc

THis nigga's computer illiterate, "cuz i when do U" aint an actuall sentince/
this nigga cant ryme, his syllibals'll leave and inglish professer crying senseless/
Lines like "I'll kick Ur azz 1 of 2 ways like wut"....... is the reasons rappers in training dont get they licence/
U got no skillz, and U dont know shit about street violence, so stay in silence/
this nigga aint never battled, he's new to getin hes asskicked/
I'll make U want more punchlines like a fanatic massacist/
I'll flip more battles than U could flip moodswingz and birds/
I'll have U serving me my "number 8" supersized while I battle your managers/
armed wit lucky 13, but nigga I run my own post office/
wit mail carriers that'll dryby ur block and lunch wrongly addressed rockets/
My life style is hot, like Ur breath at the top of the mourning/
U was born in a field wit clones, so Ur hole crew is equally korny/
Battlin me is like bringing candy to class, cuz I got enough for everyone/
this niggaz younger then the number of posts & thread that he's suscribing on/

for gods sake drop it man, its so boring and played just stop it...
from what the cat dropped maybe he does work at a post office..
you dont pack no nine millimetre, maybe id believe if i could actually see-ya
you talk the talk, im not hardcore but you aint hardcore either
trying to reach-ya, spit knowledge, im not a rapper im a teacher
stop talking black, right now you rap fiction, try to rap realer
this cats a meterial indivudual, want respect try spitting shit thats true
hard on net but in physical ways, ill bring out the bitch in you
in the middle-you are a sorry kid that in your child days was ridiculed
older now you think rap is cool, so you come to the net lyric school
attention seeker but no-one will give it to you, how do i know this?
after 2 years of rapping when someone dropping, this is what you notice
you detect, through aspects of the rhyme, the time the cat started
the time rap elevated, the packed vocab, and if they come across retarded
its usually because theyre star-hit, heard 50, fab and em and they heart-lit
"i wanna do that too" but they copy cos the rap game is one of the hardest
when you know how to do it it works, if you dont youll lose it, it only gets worse
this guys an example, look the the flow and vocab he used in his verse


dammit gangsta schemes piss me off.........................................argh..

peace

You didn't diss shit you just ranted like a bitch
Tails tell to ya face instead of runnin to snitch
Heads call the whack police and have them come
Rip the drag off n' use you to feed the dragon
Finally hear you drop some massive shit
Nonverbal we got the stink to go with it
Face it all you do is talk shit n' rhyme at the end
Now that's the truth see I aint tryna offend
go rip ya tounge out incase you ever try spit again
you just embarress yaself and put me at wits end

Wits is somethin you wouldn't have if ya name was "Merlin"
When this Prophet sits down to write, ya'll gonna be fallin like "Berlin"

If your name iz Ozzy, then why aren't you writin rock
If this was a game of "chicken", then you'd be the "cock"

I'm makin you look stupid, I'm sonnin you, now call me papa
Lets be real, you couldn't "hack" shit even if you worked at Orange County "Choppas"

It's kinda funny, the shit they'll let on this site
Cause it's like "Delta" when I sign in, everyone takes "flight"

Now go back to the drawin board and try again
Then maybe you can come up w/something that I could write when I was 10!!

you come here talk shit, but really where is the talent?/
id call you out, but im actually afraid of the battle/
they might yell at me for mudering a dumb newbie/
and i like my phat wallet, so bassically dont sue me/
let me let you in on a secret, all that "" dont mean nothing/
you gotta let ya rhymes do ya hyphenating, then you'll amount to something/
you thought you had us beat, na bruh, fix ya wig/
im startin to see your true age, 20 years ago you were 10....

You should stick to "Hoops" cause this game aint for you
You say you reppin "Louie", too bad it's just the "Eric Predoehl" dude

Usin some big words, too bad you don't know what they mean
I think somewhere in your verse, you got lost in your avatars green

Now you "stuck" like Keunu Reeves in the "Matrix"
Yeah, you're a bad ass gangsta who's bout as hard as latex

You're my second born son, but I ain't payin support
Lets take this to the E.H.C "jury" and you'll be found guilty on the "court"

Guilty of bein the whackest mo'fucka to ever write lyrical text
Retards writin verses, someone tell me what's next??

so typical, a tupac avatar for a fan/
heard "brendas got a baby", did the same thing,and thinks hes a man/
aitn no way you can see me, using words like "lyrical" in ya verse/
heres an idea, try making us belive before sayin it first/
if your prophet, then damnit must confess im the son-of-god/
cause you couldnt possibly guess, one verse from me will solve-ya-probs/
and if you understand just gimme a head-nod/
seeing i blew out ya teeth, and stabbed you with the bed rod/
you couldnt spit a crazy flow if i drowned you then slapped you wit a skitzophrenic/
and you couldnt star in ya own track, if nobody else appeared in it!/

Unwillingly I have to beat and defeat you/
Nothin better to do cos you from the lou/
But not the place you thinkin of, i'm talkin 'bout the toilet/
Can't get my head around the "rim" its not for Hoops so I coil it/
You spoil it when you open your mouth in this keystyle game/
You refrain to complain as ya face entertains, I kill you jus the same/
Whether its B-Ball or Football, hackey sack or hockey you crap/
You can't rap or play sports in place you in submissions an you tap/
I got no time for you so I'll leave you with a foot for now/
I slaughtered you easy cos u gre'sy, an leave you wonderin "how?"

riddle-me-this: just one question im dying to ask/
ya text record is 1-2, but yet you still dying-to-rap/
im tired of crap, so ima flush you down the toilet/
reading you lines is like watching water when its boiling/(a watched pot never boils...)
and who said my name stands for sports at all?/
hoops stands for the fucking wholes i put into peoples jaws/
no flaws can be seen when im spittin that cream/
into ya eyes, ya blinded when im pushin them high beams/
dont scream!, cause id hate murder ya family/
but on the other hand, ya moms really tickles my fancy/
is she tiffany or nancy?, wel shit i forget/
cause i didtn catch her name,musta came to quick/

Sorry For Freeposting Diss me if you pleez but do u Newbies Not including me cause i did it allready do u know u can change the Color of ur name mine is orange and Blue urs is Grey and Red and thats how u start off u can change it i provide advise u should do it it looks hot :laugh2:

what fuck is this bitch talkin bout, even his signatures soft/
I dissed em' so many times, he free posting his comfused ass off/
I criple niggaz like U, so leave hip hop 2 the professionals/
Nobody cares about flashy names U permed up homosexual/
I got "one man band so mad", he poping shit like vains/
ask Ur girl how Im boring to U but to her I run "One Man Trains"/
and I aint Gangsta, Im just approved by em'/
yeah I walk the walk, while this bitch would'nt even move by them/
and complex raps like a 3 yr old traped in a 37 yr olds body/
dont fuck wit me, I'll beat U like da five O' did that nigga Rodney/
After the fight I'll have U callin for Ur bitch like Rocky/
I'll battle anybody who thinks gods given them the will to actully leave EyeDentdy Broke/
Even bitch niggaz like complex, whose made up rapper is even an inside joke/

look who it iz again da wack 0-3 Wannabe emcee....
Man u only proved urself...no let dem see....
how wack u be, u think ur nice, den it aint good 2 smoke...
Look at ur record, dats da only thing dats a inside joke......
Dont diss sumbody till u got suntin good 2 say....
mmm...o sorry, i didnt stall its jus dat ur girl got som good pussy......
Magician comin for u EYE I bet u gon run 2 hide....
i aint gon kill u, im jus gon force u 2 commit suicide....
Y u still got da same record dat u had fo like 10 years?....
u jus a groupie ma nigga u prolly wanna cop ma tears....
n da only time im tearin is if i see ya face....
or i jus look at ur flow, yea dats a bad disgrace...

please dont make me come in dis the person above you again...
U write da flow on hear, read mine den u go somewhere else 2 send.... jus keyed it up lolz ~!1!~

i come loud, hurting with words, lookout y'all rookie alert..
proud cos he key, didnt even take time to look at his verse..
flow was off on many occasions, try to keep it on, but he ends up ravin..
end of worders were dropped further out of place than unfriendly invasions..
anything i spit ends up blazing, my shits 100 percent amazing..
lacing metas with multis, punches, and flow-be perfectly adjacent..
i rhyme like ive been to university, most of u cats wont know what my verses mean..
writ essays for my 'ploma, but wrote-a hundred rhymes at the time that were worse than these..
spent my college days mercy-free ripping mc's that were confident and had heard of me..
by finish i was wording verses packed with curses to cats that afterwards learnt from me..
king of the cyphers constantly dethroned, so after spittin i leave it alone..
rulers are prone to get cocky, but teachers and preachers cool in the dome..
kid 'bove me dont know bout multis n metas, verse so cheesy, kids rollin in cheddar..
a computer mc, talkin bout records, shit i dont even know how to put bold in my letters..
yet my results come up better, with this dick rider any holes a goal and he scores goals with a header..
his spits never hot, from all ive seen not a crowd pleaser, hardly a ample go getter...
only time he decent, is cos he crept-up 'hind a real mc and bit him like he was hannibal lector..

peace.

one man band??... u could off my my left wrist coz all i need is "one-hand"//(beat him)
ya structures "split" n ya too "thick to "fix-it", thats y u a "one-man-band"//
u could be standin on the edge of a "cliff" n no1 would look if u got "pushed"//
coz u just fuked the cyhper up n stopped the "lift" like wen citizens found out the new electee was "george-bush"//

black well wack, and you couldnt spit a nice verse on zoloft and crack(happy pil)/
spitting against mic deamons, guranteed to get ya soul lost, and ya heat eaten/
you so false, fuck around and get a loss, or bette ryet get outlines in chalk/
id slice you wit some words, but damnit i think this kids a bleeder and hed never get to spit his verse/
keyed up, against me this gets beat up, T'd up/
even if you was kanye you could walk to find jes-us/
please us?, never so just stop makin empty promises/
pull out more of ya teeth than ya orthadonis-did/
verbal abuse, virtrue is-true, murdin you not leaving ne permenent proof/

lol

pleez move duke!....u dumb nigga u got more than a couple screws loose-
fukk goin da "play basketball" ima just aim da gun at dis nigga and "shoot-hoops"-

man ima say it right now, stop to take a freeze-frame/
cause after i murk ya verse, its unrecognizable just like ya screen-name/(MARVOLoUsJ1009)

dont blame me cause you tried to hurt me with a one liner/
if i bought you a 50 foot clock, you still wouldnt be a big timer/
haha, yea i got a couple screws lose, i bruse dudes/
when i place them fuckin screws through you/
sticks and stones may crush his bones, but man im made of steel/
the only way you beatin me, is to give up god, call the devil and make a deal...

hoops man, hate to tell yah but you're full of fucking holes/
I burn rubber like fire, so yah better watch yah fucking soles/
you're a freethrow shot, somewhat like an easy "swish"/
i'm like the main course dog, while you're the side dish/
call the devil?/ nah- the motherfucking ain't even on my level!/
i'm bad son, got the Prince of Darkness disheveled!/
don't worry, if you hurry, i'm sure you can catch the bus and tell the story/
of how you were humilated without the slightest bit of glory/
you know, to dampen the shame of gettin' beat up/ jacked up/ just plain fucked up/ by someone in the game/

Holla at a noob.

listen miss, you lil prissy priss, dont make me stoop low and let slip the word 'bitch'/
no dont adjust ya shit, yo computer havin no 'glitch'/
you can stop thinkin you hard, when you have softness between ya hips.../
now that im heated, its time to strait destroy you/
to what do i owe you, lil girl i aint loyal/
dont let these lil newbs build you and spoil-you/

u dumb dis nigga ducks n still gets hit when sumbody shoots....
Explanation of his name u gets shot n it leaves holes da size of hoola 'hoops'...
u go to a restaraunt dem imma blowup ervery booth.....
u wear rainbow shirts n u got holes, reminds me of fruit loops....
eitha way u gon die ma punches, or imma throw u off a roof....
punches break ya bones, na i'll swing light but im still gon break ya tooth....


lol multiz its all good jus keyin up suntin new ~!1!~

Yeah this bitch is light weight, and that's how much I consider them a threat/
I'm thinkin' that I can't see straight, but thurr name's fuzzier than their threads/
Mutts keep coming back for more because they lovin' it/
This ain't Mickey-Ds, whore, so get ta shovin' it/
Out my door, cus I completely abhor, dickheads who's game is just forgotten lore
It's just shit that no one reads anymore/
Think you big and bad? YAH JUST A BIG ASS PROM QUEEN/
Yah like to ride dick, so let me find yah a fat ass prom king/
I'm hot like Crisco, I sizzle when you put me over a flame/
And just because I can't see yah name, doesn't mean you won't get a jacked up frame/

lol^^^^

dogg u cant fukk with dis kidd,get it thru ya head b4 i put a gun 2 ya wig-
seriously i know whuts worse dem bar's u just spit or da wun's in ya sigg-

u 10 u take naps when its lunch time,u gota flow datz average and dumb ryhmes-
look at ya record dogg i heard u real and wasn't allowed "back" in da "front(lines)"-

JEa

ayo, my verses break necks Busta, you should peep my Rhymes
i'll boot ya ass back 2 the future and you still wouldn't be ahead of the times

you think you "marvolous", yeah if you was Christoper Lloyd
you everyone's bitch on this site, you just get jerked and toyed

and the only way you "da sickest on dis site" is if you spread Sids
you weak fairy tale rhymes would be good, maybe for Dr. Seuss kids

u got no future in y would u mess with a mic,F da sickest now im da best on da site-
im not even taken u serious da reason i spit back is 2 see whut my record look like-

i see ya corny ass bar's yeah whuteva alot of its actin,u gota problem with yappin-
"poetic" give up dogg ya corny ass is neva gon make a "prophet" from rappin-

ima put da gold lama 2 ya fade,fagget talk tuff ima put ya old mama in a grave-
im da reason dis fag aint been on rb in a while he was shootin a video with "osama" in a cave-

Wow, played "Osama" lines, I'm thoroughly impressed
Does knowin that I'm lightyears ahead of you make you depressed...

You must be "buzzin" to think you can even hold a candle
There ain't no need to "wax" this chump, he's been had by too many vandles...

But you keep on piecin together those shitty lines and thinkin you servin a purpose
Meanwhile, me and the rest of RB.com will keep knowin you're worthless!

the bitch has pulled crap, full wack, obviously poetic proff not in it to rap..
the kid just wants a rep... but 6 lines and cant even make syllables match..
lines stretch like spandex, you got nothin on what the band rep..
i demand best quality standards ... your rhyme fails all aspects..
to rap you gotta come hard... and all your hits argueing the wrong things..
if i was the guy 'bove you, i wouldnt give a shit what rb.com thinks..
unlike this bitch my life aint online, .. new emcees aint been real in a long tome, mostly..
been rappin for years, vet at the cyphers, freestyle in real life-but how low my posts-be..
this site aint reality i dont give a fuck bout net respect in retrospect...
who cares bout what unkwown vets think, plus been a while since i seen different shit..
this cypher-thread packs a bread and water of rhymes that gotta be more unique..
look at all the info the 'pute-leaks, all the noobs be conformin like the 30's in munich..
todays been one of the worst days... and to top it off had to cope with what this nerd-layed..
just pissed me off... no idea.. uses speechmarks and thinks hes dope with wordplay..
the worst-haste, rushed verse-placed, with meaningless meta's, u rap but who let ya..
brings letters, like scratches on records, repeating and mixed up like lectors vendettas..

man look at this female one man band
ill grab some maskin tape n beat till u dead u with one hand
so u been rappin for years punk? then why u still shit?
your like burnt match that aint been lit, little bitch
seriously, y u call yaself a one man band
i know, because your crew involves, you, yourself and your imaginary friend
u should change your name to susan and get bitch slapped
wear a skirt, makeup, n carry ya mans mac
your flows whak, for real punk im fuken outta here
cuz your worse than a hustla thats been out for a year

one-man-band needs to learn his place caus he's embarresin the hip hop race
I'm here to teach lesson's expressin my superiority but I need breathing space
The air is polluted by someone's dilluted rhymes, and I ain't got the time to get through to this man
I ain't pointed no fingers, but by the sound of it, it's one-man-band
So I'm just gonna kick it wit em and fucking kick em to the curb
Yah neeed to stop playing around and start conjugatin' some verbs:

I’ll stomp your face in the ground and make you fart out dust-
Roll over you in my ride and leave deep cuttin’ ruts -
Should’ve watched yah back caus you know I’m trouble -
Mop the floor with yah ass and have you burp out bubbles.

this bitch came here and thought shes a star/
earlier yesterday she had no identity, but now shes rockin my avatar/
id rather die then see a wack femcee succeed with her rhymes/
cause a hard workin nigga like me deserves to shine/
hoops would eat you alive/
throw the bones away, circle back around and stomp you a second time/
im known to destroyin young maidens in they sleep/
before they find they prince charmin, i desolate in they fuckin dreams/
this chick prolly look more manly then me/
cause dirty south femcee bitches are WEAK/(facialy)