james west he's the best..
he's new to rb
and look everyone he's nearly as good as me
he is offline at the mo-ment
but have u seen how many posts he's sent
his text record is 1 to none
knowin him he was the one who won
im so proud i wish he was my son
no one is a test
ill end this sayin james west is the best

why thank you Kon, you always speak the truth,
Your always sane, Im nuttier than a baby-ruth,
hes from Detroit, the Tigers are a little earie,
but if they put him on the team they'll win the World Series,
hes says hes not the smartest, but he is the worlds best,
but this guys looks even better than Britney Spears breasts.

alot of yall keepin come on here rappin da same mess
therz one different from da P-H-X he james west
and da record for his text 1-0
alot of yall say he a bitch but it takes on 2 know

Yo he may not be on par with jehst, mobb or god's son
But he'll rush ya like jet li off the flick coz he's the one
He got 96 posts, that aint the most to boast
Get too close and he'll spon ya round like you was bike spokes
While I take tokes and watch time prevailin
He'll spit 88 bars without even inhailin

shouldnt try an fuck wit moto/
i heard he even battled bruce lee in hiz dojo/
or he can take it to the street/
walk up an cut u wit a cleet then leave u hangin from a light post like raw meet/
so if u aint got no bite u better not bark/
he quick to let that gun click an spark

Don't fuck with Ghost, playa out dat TEX
thatz da coast with tha most, an you kno we wreck
put you hos in check, you ain't tha best
but you ain't tha worse.. i'm talkin bout yo verse

Dont fuck wit me I carry a knife, the i'll my boy thretz, end the rest of ur life...
dotn fuck cuz he be testin you twice, this cats crazy he'z onya like white-upon-rice.../

pimp game he be creatina ll yo exes, even if ya leave in da D he's still reppin texas...
but no one will battle the scared to lose there lexus, but thretz no joke the dirta drives reckless.../

i'ma bookie and i'm tellin you ya best bet, is not to fuck around wit dis dawg named da-threat...
cuz he's crazy like whoa newb who will fuck wit any vet, he won da shit already he aint even spit yet.../

haha holla atcha boi THreatz

Accomplish is "class sic" just like the shoes, If I got the mac bitch we droppin' crews/
To make it through us, You won't bitches, You'll be "ditched up" or gettin' stitched up/
2-3-1 don't think we don't got the gun, You can run but you still be a case of 1-8-7/
He spits a verse like ya bitch does girth and he'll do the reverse of child birth, land you a hearse/
Legend AKA Accomplishment, Class Sic Rebel You're on my level, take that as a compliment/
No body is safe from his line, In the street light, He'll take ya head right, disconnect it from ya spine/

BITCHES!!!!
That's my dogg there... fuck wit him, you fuck wit me.
~V.I.P.~

Cant find the words to express,
I try and I try but I only seem to stress,
Stress? And all I wanna do is impress/
Press - my words, my rhimes, by beats...
Make it through the crowd and to the streets,
And through the streets to the city,
And oh, aint it a pity, that I cant be country...

*Ma'am What can we you for?*

- I want a corner whore...

Go to the man, the slickest, the sickest, with a skull of the thickest, the hardest bone, the rap-man of the Mid-West thrown...

Go see Village Pimp, he's got the style, he's got the flow... the meanest lyrics to make your head blow, like a 92-caliber in the pocket, all he needs is the right words and then he pop it, all he need is the trigger and then bullet just unlock IT, stream through air, its almost like the matrix, the way his words - they play tricks, hit an atery, and then you choak, choak...

oh shit its my nigga albi
when i saw him here i was albi dammened its the york pimp/
not from da city but the shire/
got tha signed posted outside his corner that read hos 4 hire/
dont fuck wit his dough cause he keep tha 92 cal under his attire/
puffin on dat uk dat nigga gettin higher n higher/
matter fact i think he half of europes supplier

yo this is my man from chitown/don't mess wit him cause he'll beat ya down/when it comes out he'll wear the crown/because he's the talk of the town/he raps wit style/flip him off and he'll jus' smile/cause your not even worth his while/

my man bug got two kk got thing he missing the third one/
he run with a deep mobb so fuck what you heard dun/
this cats original.. never a line bitten/
freestyle just as hard not everytime its written/
his rhymes harder old caddy's with the diamond in the back/
carrying the old notebook with his rhymes written in black/
my man K is also known to test dudes like a state regents/
so we salute his gangsta like we recitin the pledge of allegiance

Branson I Know It Gets Lonely At The Top,/
Cats Want In Test To Ya, And They Will Never Ever Stop,/
Until You Drop, You Never Take 'Defeat-Kindly',/
That's Why Your A Member Of The 'Fantastic-Dynasty',/
Your Skills Remind Me, Why I Should Be For Every 'Vigilant',/
If You Were My Enemy, Peice420 Would Be Forever 'Diligent',/
At Preparing Comebacks For A Lyrical Won Don,/
Cause Your Game Is Tight Man Your Creativity Isn't Gone,/
There Is No Opposing Force, The Team Is Too Strong,/
You've Graved The BattleField With Talent & Great Honor,/
You Are The Real Terminator Who Rid All The Sara Conors,/

Let Me Compliment MySelf On That lol!!' .. Not Much For Complimenting Other Opponents' !!! :)

DisasterPeice, your middle name must be hottest,
and based on the last post, you're definetely modest,
After inspiration like your rhyme, I just had to drop this,
don't stop this, start a new religion, be the prophet,
Reading between your lines, one finds, that the end times
are near, the second-coming came here to drop rhymes,
Illicit lyrics smuggled across psychological border lines,
expanding mind states with shifting plates from good to great,
leaves unevolved masses needing glasses to see you to hate...

E