masta c the nicest guy on the board//
postin the most on this forum, he a lord//
to this game and when he spits ignites a flame, and not lame//
hes the main event a stain in the vent, hell never go away//
hell always be in front, allways a day ahead, this is just play/
he is insane with his brain and lyrics, yall give some way//
and some clearence cuz this cat got experience//
so dont fuck with him above, and he has a god~like appearence//

diZasterous, his name fits him, his flows are the sickest/
He mastered this, teachin all u lyrical misfits//
The basics of rappin, he ranked high wit the best/
His tactics wit words makes me poke out my chest//
His punches hit harder than Mike Tyson/
Truly original, u'll neva catch him bitin//
Of all the people that I could be/
All I'll wanna be is d-i-Z//

i agree w/ his name infinite skills
that means he got rhymes 4 days that pay tha bills
he breaks down wack mc's against their own wills
1nce he starts spittin u'll die 4rm his flow that kills
goin against him is like gettin shot
this nigga is like tha energizer bunny strictly non-stop

dam he's a nymfo at 16...so he's known to fuck hoes//
lyrical bullet when he battle...so he known to buck those//
ain't got much to say...except he's fuckin hillarious//
even tho he's a nymfo...he's not careless//
cause in the heat of the moment...he'll grab a Tro-jan//
he's not call nymfo for nothin...so watch ya Ho'man//:rolleyes:

Thank god u back from hell u have a indcredible gift//
Of swervin your pro-nouns and dat lickidy shit//
Tonya, u ready to toss neone pleadin the hot//
u could kill dem bitch's and drop em of the chaut//(chart)
to some your verbily vicuise, to others your lock on pussy snitchs//
to me your incredibly stepped up to glitchs//

He has infinite-skills, he sins-if-it-kills, like the devil...
Hes a lyrical rebel, 4-1 cause no ones on his level...
He easily beats-you cause to him you are nothing..
he beats weak-fools, cause all they do is bluffing...
A free agent!!!.....someone better sign-him-quick...
hes just that good cause he always has rhymes-to-spit..

Masta C, will come afta thee, if u sayin he can only rap gifts unda a tree,
If I aint mistakened his record is 3 times 3, and he only lost once so u know dat he,
is one of da best RB has to offa, jus da same way roc-a-fella offas Jay Hoffa,
so go head and dash like dame, cuz dis dude Masta C not P nah dats a different name,
can rap circles round u like a no U turn sign, and I bet if he put a rap against me den he'd burn mines,
but I'm not gonna trip, cuz my excuse is, his record betta den mine so I'm not hurt I'm gonna live,
if he don't kill me he'll only make me stronga, cuz Masta C can spit shit jus like jus like manure farmas,

masta c be a rap pro/ the first one to blast yo/
catch you talkin static/ you'll be cauterizin blood flow/
cut throat/ dirty up tha battlefield wit mudd flows/
strictly talkin gutta/ cutta busta like some fresh dough/
heads roll/ that's the way his crew be lockin sets bro/
neva disrespect it or you pay tha cost wit death toll....

yo MC BASS u rhyme like a pro//
i kno u will put on a great show//
man if ya battle em u get RIP u//
his flow will comen so fast they'll strip u//
Man there is no betta than EmCee then MC BASS//
man when he rhymes he lets ov poisonous gass//
so he will make u choke up on stage//

0-1 reverse that rec, cause this man-is-ill...
Cause his hands-got-skill, every punch lands-to-kill...
A Free agent? not for long, cause ill put him in my-crew..
cause he spits rhymes so fast he will tongue tie-you..
Hes a light weight but he packs punches like a heavy-weight...
Hes just so great, that he destroys fakes, with a steady-rate..

Im from Pittsburgh..come on now why come up on here
to pass respect to another decent
Pennsylvania affiliate*

When the time comes to express yourself upon the
battlefield your lookin like bobblehead idiots*

Main mans like whos the master then noone answers
only wonderin who the fucks he after*

Slaverys over but with people like us your still bound
by chains we're out your range in a rover
hey fuck it*

Im pushin nothin but when it comes to stepin with the
best foot your pretty much like Lieutenant Danz
screamin at Forrest*

Pennsylvania affiliates constantly check back to the
hospitals simply dying gettin more sick its
not possible*

For you to claim your the illest ever when you lost the
truth that hearts porcelin we throw rocks
at a funhouse*

Breakin six mirrors of everything you wish you were so
heres the question what the fuck you
want now?

Whos the Masta?!.....

a lil over ten minutes plus a ciggy break give or take five :kid:

It's Content, with the encrypted stylez he inventz Harder than any dime-quater or Fifty-Centz/

Leaving a wake of cranial dentz ~N~ aortic Stentz, from a life of G.I. tentz ~2~ poetic-Ventz/

Keep dropping mad-ness, cuz creativity is your true appa-ratus all the while remaing the Bad-ist/

Like triangulated cross fire, prestine bullets ~N~ umbrella Wirez, headz splatter when he spitz heated matter/

Man down, or raise up, he's tranning ya pups like those who lack prenumps ~2~ Chumpz/

Ya stylez may have beat, but he gotz more bangz for the Bump/

Bounce is out!

me and this guy have talked shit to eachother
aint nothin but love cuz he's a very gifted brotha
his styles unique,and his rhymes are on point
u battle him,i'm sorry,he's blazing you like a joint
he's from L.A. home of the gangsta's and wigg splitta's
he can rap,he can fight,he's even a cold blooded killa

Pillboy!? Thats My Man He Always Hook Up Fat Sacs||
This Black Cat Got Skillz Like Shaft Teamin' Wit Shaq||
Ice Beamin So Hard That I Can See Him Out The Window||
His Tempo Get Ladies Movin Like this Was A Disco Wit Sisqo||
His Wrist Glow, Ladies And Gents, Yo Hooded Pusha||
He'll Bust Ya Like Virgin Cherries You'll Bleed Like Gusha's||
So Dont Push Ya Luck Fuck Around And You'll Get Stuck||
Pillboy And Nitemarre? Man you might Not Wake Up||

I couldnt believe my eyes when I saw your battle numbers//
Anyone who voted against you is "Dumb and Dumber"//
At first I rubbed my eyes and said it can't be true//
As the picture cleared up "the chosen one is you"//
I walked for days contiplating what could I say//
I figured it out, went home I'd been gone for "7 days"//
If the tallest mountain didn't have a name it'd be "Nitemarre"//
The numero uno, "P-I-M-P", the one in cyphar