flow potency?..wtf Canibus?...c'mon someone blow the whistle
and yea...go head slice me bitch...I'ma shoot you with pistols
thinkin big words alone make punches..shit...you dead wrong
and tell me...since when does here n ideas rhyme in a song?
if your X-Stream....then it must be a toilet bowl flush wit shit
and as for battles
...well..X-tort....I suggest you try it

I whipped his ass, Deranged cant believe dose fights...
Da boy leave dudes 'Swole' like 'Mosquito bites'....
u think Im soft? Best believe im sick enough wit weapons....
Cuz I "carry 9's" Like i'm ''Pickin up a freshmen''....
When i Clap Gats dis Cat be Smackin Da Pavement....
dis nigga 'Take Cover' Like he 'Snatchin a Blanket'....
Puncture ur brain, cuz my rhymes is Beatin On Ya Mind....
if u decide to 'Chill back' I still Put da 'Heata on ya Spine'....

aha holla at da kidd ~!i1i!~ EaSy

You said ya rhymes would be beatin on my mind,
But they havent,
Instead of donating to aid with Hurricane Katrina,
They'd give it to you to stop rapping,
Those rhymes ya spit sounds like shit dropped by my little brother,
That flow hella weaker than my cancerous grandmother,
Can barely walk from getting fucked in the ass by my diss,
Disillusioned, Think your a girl so you sit down to piss,
So don't try me bitch, Cuz I'm the one good with weapons,
The freshmen at my school could pick you up, And they Preppies,

who is this mexican guy...thinkin he nice
hasn't battles once..cuz his punches don't bite
so he posts in cypher..cuz he lame as fuck
if he ever gets called out..I'm sure he's duck

Blah....

Who's this mexican guy?, I'm ya motherfucking dad,
Mother Fucking yes cuz I'm the best ya mommas ever had,
I havent battled, Cuz I aint been challenged, It aint my fault,
If ya wanna battle, I will, Tell me and get it started,
Damn!, I should have written in BIG letters cuz this bitch retarded,
And he can't read and he cant write and he can't rap,
That's what you get for being white,asian, or black,
And not mexican you stupid bitch!



It's six lines ass fuck!

say i'm whack but want me to go 6..against ur discarded lines..
& you callin me stupuid?..when you think fault n started rhyme..
and you still behind the times..to still use some mama jokes...
you ain't been challenged cuz u unknown n run when drama strokes..
went 8 cuz ur ass raisin...and that last statement..ass fuck?
nah...i don't wanna know about ur fantasizes wit me..u suck!!

Stupid nigga from New York trying to be hard,
Ya rhymes more stupid than the crack bitches in central park,
You aint no gangsta, And ya can't go against me,
Didn't even bother to read the diss above you sent me,
Stupid bitch, I don't bother with pussies, And what about lines?,
These words so heavy on ya mind it fucks up ya spine,

u whack..u ain't a challenge..this shit's me sealin meals
& tryna be hard?...nah...it ain't tryin bitch...it's being real
dissin the crack bitches from central park..cuz u can't get it
even those dope addicted hoes know not to fuk you...lil bitch
this shit to me...is all filler...but against you...it's a will do
n if those words fuck up my spine...then these just killed you

SEalin Meals,Eh?......I guess ur lines are Rations!
Fuck around I'll give you fresh cuts like it was sum sorta Fashion!
Im juss askin!...Wheres tha real at?
I cant imagine you have'n a real wind(win) unless ur running a real track.
ColdBLooD'd!..Yep,I rep what you wish ta claim!
TriggaTown '"trick!"...Yeah! 1 of tha most relentless Gangs!

Man aint been in a cypher for a while...Be Ez!

ur shit is a fruity..wtf.. a rainbow?..I'ma hose it down duller
And ur a vintage clown....
...no wonder you have ur shit loaded with color..
Red and Blue colors for ur name..with flows like muddy shit
but yea..makes sense..cuz I'ma have you leavin with a bloodycrypt(crip)
ur crew is tricks..don't deny it kid...cuz..see..you said it urself..
and wind/win wordplay?.
.........more played out than the queens bein dealt..

First time back in a minute and you give me this kid...
Come on now... I dont think i deserve this shit...
Your name is the only way your rhymes are crazy...
Just reading your shit straight up slays-me...
Your rhymes are garbage... so don't recycle...
Sure you could be crazy... if your name was micheal...

first time in a minute?..shut up...u haven't been spittin lately
and ya..readin my shit may slay you...but ur's reincarnates me
2 lines on the crazy concept...and as for a battle..you'd duck
ur whack..makin fake personals..about recylcing cuz you suck
sniffin salt water with ur nostril..cuz u suk & u sea u nose
i make my rhymes fresh...you make ur's rotten like tomatoes

Ur flow been used.......sorta like rental cars.
Ur Flowz too Crazy...Because you got

Mental Scars

Ill Trash ur bars an I aint talkin bout no brawl in a Pub.
This is Bear country...You a boy scout,Go crawl with tha cubs.
Hey,These punches Land,and damn sho' get ur face bent.
BY tha time you come around...you'll be askin where this place went!


K?

are u just dumb..or is it all natural?.....cuz you need to follow the rules
and..yea..keep givin me props..dissin Flowcrazy when I was above you(werd)
I guess I got a new dickrider..someone admiring me...and doin it unsilently
and as for the punches..weak as it gets..stay put fag...they barely gettin by me
see you still bolding shit up and adding italics to conceal the whackness
but still....you suk beyond..all I see up there is a free meal in a package

aight, look..
u can change his name as many times.. and ur still wack
cuz ur punches are missin at the line.. more than freethrows from Shaq
forced wordplay n' shit.. u gotta be kidding me kid
u even made a new name to get into E-Syle.. and still got rejected
even been exposed on who u are.. fuck outta here bitch
u can come w/ hard punches.. but they'll still amount to shit

...

u aint sick-wit-it...ur shit is trash ill clean my dick-wit-it...
i got five 8 inch machetes & i'll split ur wig-wit-em'.. :thefinger
ha i kno "G-u-not" & i aint talkin bout Visine when i say i wanna see-u-drop.
ill come quick wit a drive by...hop out & u leave-u-chopped...


:nono: ... :shoot: ... :help:

wow..so you couldn't throw one punch at all?..u must suk bad i bet
all i hear from you is "ooh..I'ma kill u!!"..well go head..try it on the net
the red color is what u gon see afterwards..when i make you bleed
putiin the help smiley at the end of ur shit..cuz that;s what ur skills need
and the no-no is what ur own mother tells u to do..ur shit's whack
forced multis n no punches..& no flow?wtf u tryna do with that?

Ok So What You Duranged
J-five Will Still Go In Ya Pocket Like Loose Change
Leave You Cramped In A Hole Like Saddam Hussein
I Got My Arms Crossed Lookin Like Now Who Playin
Im The Reason While Ya Moms Bought Ya Burial Spot
I'll Pop Ya Whole Fukn Top Like A Cereal Box
You Frontin On Rap Verse
Get Laid In A Black Hearst
You A Bitch Fuk A Suit
They Copped U A Black Skirt

Is the kid hot?nah,not at all,please believe
Get hit by heat,Leave ya on the ground like a maple leaf
Dudes style is corny,The kid comes halfass
The air polluted cuz J5 raps out nothin but trash
C'mon chump stop actin like ya life set
Turn white tee to red,When let out 9tek
and You like a dirtyfighter,nothin but lowblows
Ya flow like paper,Mine come hard like stones.....

Imma Skip Kryhme Cuz Im Fukn Up Cezar
You The Mornin Type Of Dude Mufuka I Stay Hard
You Cezar But On Mike Jones You Jae Gutta
I Got Kicked Off The Site For Fukn Wit Jae's Motha
Sike I Passed The Pussy Like Gray-pupon
Fukd Her In Front Of The Tube While The Cartoons On
All I Had Was Fitted And Some House Shoes On
I Seen Ya Busted Reeboks So I Doubt You Was Gon Lol
And Back To Kryhme You Cant Rhyme Im Makin Ya Shyts Fold
When Im Lettin Off Shellz The Size Of Swiss Rolls
And My Gun Is Automatic Im Lettin Them Shits Go
You Be Hidin Like Damn How Many Them Shits Hold!
A Million! All My Bitches Brazilian.................lol Awww Man Imma Fuk This Site Up..............

J- i'll catch 5 like them jackson brothers, so dont stair
or i'll set the stage on fire like micheal hair
you think you tuff just cuz you claim new york
but you wouldnt be a hard-rock with them cracks you snort
you wanna bring drama i got case'es still going throu court
for cuting a mother fucker up and stuff hes brains in bottle mix with pork
im a sick dude and murder is my model
and like hitler i got 1,000 of men thats willing to follow----- bitch

Listen Fraud Like Dry Lips We Can Crackin
The Five You Mean Is The Heartbeats Or The Jacksons
I Know You Aint Talkin Jay
I Rep The Livin Legends The Can Get The Wessin Today
Im In Court Too 2 Felonies Class A
For Puttin A Niggas Thoughts On The Back Of His J's
You Call Yaself Fraud Cmon Tell Me How Fake Is This
Fag Booty Nigga Sit Down When U Take Piss
And I Got Money So I Know You Dont Like Me
Wut You Pay For Ya Mortgage I Spent On White T's
This Ass Kick Gon Be A Classic Like White Reebs
Im Smooth But I'll Still Fuck U Up Like Ice T's

u weak...lil maggot...i'll put the gun to ur mouth n empty ur back
& u spitin so many lines...yet all of them turn out to be whack
and to you...the whack rhymes ur sage..you immerse n cruise
cuz no one,not even bloomberg,embarrased N.Y worse than you
syracruse?...proves u an urban peice of shit wit no hood at all
cuz i could be trancing for gaze(gays)..yet u would still call

He's gotta be kidding.....Dude is sick an bitter?
Nobody wants trash here!...It'll take days ta get rid of ur Litter!
Droppin What!?!...Cuz I see nuthin but Rubbish!
Constant punches ta ur ego...leavin you feelin gut~less an Sluggish!
Ur battles are uh'....So..so an Okay,but Me!....Been Cold!
While ur punches are washed up like prom night in Tha N.O.

Why you SOo DopE?....Hah!

steel's roasted n u look burned up like u been standin on the beam
my battles ar uh?...see..you just admited u spit for the other team
u are cold...that verse proves it..you ain't nothing compared to me
& take a look at ur sig...u got more men on it than the MLB
n check it..i been here waaay less than u
....and i got as much wins as you....
only thing you got..is that one loss..and u reppin it pride..it's true

Hah...

What a Joke...u call that punches,I call em light jabs!
Men in my sig?...It takes a gay rapper ta think/~/ like Fags.
You stink!...Cuz you cant spit it out,but.."He might Gag!"
His life drags..Cuz he on here Freez~in up.... sorta like tag!
Why I say that?....Cuz he wont battle vets without makin a threat!
Callin it swayin!..I aint playin...No punch need'd,I aint breakin a sweat!

Hah!...*looks at this kid an say's"Get ah Life."*

if i had skills similar to that...bet on it..I'd just be tailing n shit
cuz u swallow the waters...but u still ain't drop a whale of a spit
bringin up memisis when he ducked a battle..so hail to the best
ur discolored up....so it explains why you grayed/grade to an F
u another one my d/r's...i know..you the one huggin my actions
& ur groanin/grown-in up to men like abnormal buddin reactions

Look at this runt bitch..know my flow cold as new brunswick
He's double the chicken..his sounds b-ass like two drumsticks
Like convicts in holes or funerals for youths..I'm never sonned lately
Act like ya added post..brag & boast..but turn around like 180's
Ya life's more tainted..from trickin..than dicks in cece peniston's mouth
Your old crew needed some space..so you the 1 they jettison out
Who's this cat for real?..Like cassidy..he wanna use 22..stack a mil
Collapse ya fillers..cause it's no purpose 4 you to do platinum grills

kick the fuck outta dis teen n then rip up ur spleen
n forced multis n weak punches is all that I've seen
burnin n rippin you..n shove the raze in ur mouth instead
plus a sonned line?..how creative..played out too death
n that i bet...ur shit..plain n simple..is all just crusted out
& then u cap the shit off with some dick lines?..u must be proud

deranged its plain to see the main reason you still breathin
is cuz off your moma's plate you still eating..
i havent even addresed the bigotry but this emcee
is likened to someone who should be hung from a tree...
lynched in public like the dumb shit in the south...
cuz K-trini talked about doin that to my crowd...
my people... minoritys but still equal...
if i see you in the streets... im tempered enough to heat you!


werd

my verse'd send off some skill n talent.take some,dense?
&equal n heat you doesn't rhyme..make some sence
dumb bitch to despence..describing my cock in ur verse
i'm hung from a tree?wow..if you saw my dick..u burst'd
cuz apperantely u fell in love..lil bitch..u just flat out fowl
and only thing your bitch ass heats up is ur mom's towels
see you dazed with stars when i deliver the carnage and-
while i'm eating off my moms plate
..........................................you eating off MY garbage cans
thinking you harming me when you can see the gun that i'm holding
and only word that made sense in your shit.
...is the one that i bolded....

Fuck.You. :kid:

Yea hes deranged... He actually thinks hes skill'd
Wow! Nice lines... Too bad most of them are fill'd
And ill'd... Naw! Not even if this bastard caught a cold
Bastard...? Yea cause hes been son'd and I' hit'n the road
After I'm done drop'n a load.................................
...................................He gets shit'd on daily
Told him to improve his 'flow'............................
.....................................Then the kid went 'sailing'
On his verse I'm wailing... Cause hes that sad..............
Hes been told he sucks twice... Still didn't get it... '2'bad!

met-a-4 aint met-a-1 that he could even take aim at
4-5? ya got me stumped, I read some lyrics, ya lame cat
you wouldn't be dis-armed if I ripped off all ya limbs
'demned' conrols ya mind like you's a character on 'sims'
you couldn't paint a picture with ya text if you was drawin a blank
ya garbage is stank, if you ever battle me then you'll be fallen in rank

Repentence, retreat, this nigga stays timid and weak
Diminished and beat, go ahead and finish um please
He's "condemned to defeat" like demons under "ministers kleets"
Sinister, me! Only when i enter a key
And i eat MC's like these for my dinner, then sleep

then sleep..... and never awake
why rip mc's tomorow when i could kill em today

6 line minimum
-Ysd@-

i'd ask you to a battle...but u a herb..so..ideally..you'd duck
couldn't spit more than 2 lines..cuz really...you suck
wanna why you outta lucK?..well..go peep ur own user title
& to me..you ain't shit..you ain;t foolin me..computer idol
i'd toss you some garbages bags from the corner to fill the wealt
u wanna kill emcee's today?
....well why not become n emcee first n kill yaself?

yo killa you should really learn multies first
befor you drop another faulty verse
peopl may say your not a killa but yo name is legit
you killed this fourm befor i evan got to flame your shit

6 Line minimum
-Ysd@-

that shit's ain't no problem to me..that verse wuz just hawked through
& how's u tellin me to learn multis when i wuz tha 1 dat taught u?
all you like to do with your shit is just bite,fuckin me,u hoping
sayin my name's legit....c'mon..how u gonna d/r me right up in the open?
shit's not worthy of a coping..in the game you stay unseen instead,bud
if i killed the forum..n u post after..then that must mean u dead,huh?

yo i aint dead son this is real shit
i spit mad at cha and i didn't steal it
man and if i was d/r you i wouldn't feel it
cuz man i know how it is you stuffin with a toutsie
don't lie the most you get is while playing footsie
i send me andaconda it ya mom even is its bushy
im RICH BITCH!! and i aint evan paying for pussy