Compliment The Person Above You
 

Do Like The Title Says

Six Lines MINIMUM

Lookin at the person above me realize he's like a god//
He needs no more elevation and plus he the best mod//
This cat spits pure gold on the microphone//
No one can compete when he gets his game on//
Amazing everyone when they read his text//
Always findin him merkin peeps and sayin whos next//

^Word to yo motha:D
-Ambiguous

ahh fo sho, i read this from the remix
dood never used gimmicks and cheap tricks
rappers,they need this, when killin the mic
like billin a right against those willin to fight
fo real, hes right, propz to tha diamond ace
good lyrical ability and perfect rhymin pace

This guys skill goes...as "de3p" as the oceans depth/
Dont fuck around with him...it will be your last breath/
Cause he suffocates his oppenents..with his ill-spits/
he could be facing the wrong way..and he could still-hit/
His rhymes are never weak...they come sharp like a knife/
one swift cut of a rhyme...and he will take ya life/

with only 7 posts...this guy is already on top/
he just cant be stopped...his rhymes are just overly hot/
Mess with him and you get ripped...to fucking shreds/
He doesnt pack the lead..cause one spit and ya dead/
Dont look at him the wrong way...cause hes from the U-K/
dont fuck with him cause he will kill...just watch what you-say/

Yo i DiG MastA C HoW He All OvEr ThEsE Fo~RuMs//
And This CaT's RecOrD Is OuTStanDing Kid 4 N 1(4-1)//
This CaT's so Hot OtheR TexTceeS JusT Bore~Him//
TheSe SexY LaDieS in The Web JusT Adore~Him//
Masta is hood if there's beef he be PoppiN ya Homes//
But He RatHer be Witcha chicks just CockiN her Dome//

This guys rhymes are so hot...they just melting-ya/
He leaves you on fire...even heaven cant be helping-ya/
He just-rips..and he busts-sick...cause hes that-ill/
Dont fuck with him cause hes spits like a gun..he will fire at-will/
He will leave you laying-down..cause hes never playing-around/
He doenst need to listen..to who hes dissing..so what you saying-now/

Masta C blocks rock, the rhymes mad shock
Jettin like a glock, blastin fad shots
Rhymes so hot, spittin down on the spot
Swearin not, at the person, or the pot
Giving loud props, to users who plot lots
of lyrical rhymes that are above him
taking my place, showin I aint shoven.
Rhymes are in my oven, so this i'm saying now
I'm Lyrically baking, no denial, I like your style
I can't be faking, your not on trial. I can hear the bass line shaking.
You betta be making, an ogg file, for sure no mistaking.
My place is taken

molecular, he might be small, but his rhymes aint micro
cuz like pros, he spits his good shit on the right posts
but i might know, why hes on a lyrical streak
cuz hes got a mind that hes willin to speak
only ill, never weak, like 2pac made to spit in his prime
with his criminal rhymes, he'd only have to live in his time

This man speaks "de3p"..not easily beat/
He eats the strong...and spits up the weak/
He rips-n-kills...cause his rhymes are whip-n-still/
And dont fuck with him..cause hes sick-n-ill/
he will rip ya apart...like you were for his dinner/
You battle him...you wont come out as the winner/

willibob,more like fire hob not cheddar bob/
he hits so hard his lines make ya sob/
but he aint an S.O.B as ya can see/
he amounts to perfection,lyrically/
so to slow descention i give a mention/
of an ill rapper that'l get all attention/

bbbbbllllllllaaaaahhhhhhh that was really shit..............jus so tired

He spits-ill..cause his rips-kill..he doesnt play-a-around/
Fuck with him he will put a bullet in ya..so ya lay-n-down/
His rhymes hit hard...and they...never miss/
He leaves ya knocked out..with just one diss/
And his flow will...wash you...right away/
Watch what ya say...cause he will merk ya today/

awww cmon keep it goin masta C
gotta keep this shit goin fasta B'
this doods comes up wit a mastapiece
fasta than i rap to these, his rhymes r power
i give propz to him late, cuz nines the hour
when he's around, theres no time for cowards

this man-spits..cause he can land-hits..
he doesnt play..cause he can tan-this...
Hes from Cali..so hits rhymes are hot...
You wanna step up?..he'll leave ya to rot..
hes swinging..and bringing...all hes got..
Thats why hes going..straight to the top..

masta c is the ubber rhyming machine
never read his shit but i'm his no.1 fiend
hooked on to his rhymes like i was an addict
jackin off at his pics, no i aint a faggot
hey i love his PA ass city of mifflinburg
maybe we should join forces and or merge///////////////

lol fuck that was wrong,,, i dunno compliments??
i dont mean any of that lol, no i do not wish
to make sexual contact with u.....................

triplicity flowen wit triple intensity
killin emcee's wit no bio-word- diversity
smoken lyrics faster then dope
leavin vets minds purely stoked
complements aint easy.triplicity
believe me though...his flow laced wit extacy

With rhymes like that...he just "rules" the battle...
He will hit you so hard...he leaves ya brain rattled..
This guy is lyrically insane..cant beleive was coming off his brain
No wonder he owns the game..it even says it in his name..
He spits lyrics out faster..than a high speed chase...
Going against him..he will make ya heart stop its pace..

Masta C's brings catostraphy to MC's his name says it all/
he's not eva scared when its time for a brawl/
Masta bates, naw masta c from mifflinburg PA/
dosent own cats, but gets lots of pus-say/
only one loss, near undefeatable as you can see/
fuck the lies guys NOW SUM 1 COMPLIMENT ME!/

Jerkin minds around, he spits shits the definition of a masters work...
Lerkin letal limericks on brains, no wonder he leaves them bizzurk...
no quirks, drops ya dead when the pen and paper work together...
a lyrical treasure, its no surprise they say this kid defines "a diamond is forever..."
Cant lever his pressure, bizzurk spits to dis-bar people and leave scars...
Charged up, this kid is more dope than the shit redmans exhalin in his avatar...

quick styles...return the favor someone...........

yo i return the favour, to solar eclipse,
his and 1 trainer can destroy the I/3's and shit,
your raps are better than j' hover,
big up to mc solar,
i no that this kid willbe in the game by 2mara,
i'll storm the game wid im only if the game will let us holla,
yeh

i return the favor to the guy above, dan/
cuz its only right to try to lend a hand/
he's so dope, givin out losses easily/
when i read hs raps its aways pleasing me/
i just have the urge to steal his track/
but stop playin..get real..ya wack!/
just playin ya dope, game is real/
but guess wut, its cz i no the deal.

Phatom, ur rhymes are tight,
But i need some sleep 2nite.
your rhymes are all real,
ur shit's da top deal.
by now, y'all know,
someone else's have a go.

0-0 and stil iller then shit, makes opponets bakc down without a spit/
Challanges BROOKYLN and he says no, scared him away like a tranny ho/
He flow hard even know he don't got wins, Open mic is what he does, drinks Gin/
Freeposter with a mission, best damn one on this site, he a preminition/
Quote no more or he will merk you, laugh while your moms jerk you/
Uhh... he good with words, spitten shit liek he spitten turds, vicious words/

Ahh, nothing, I am confused.:whacky:

yo demosthenes, thnx for the compliment,
but that was my homes rapping and that shit was bent,
i would of sent bck but i fell a sleep on the couch,
i read sum of ur battles, and this niggas got clout,
if i battled u, ur rhymes would hit me about,
then u drop in a punch line and knock me the fuck out,
check it, ur battle reckid, shows 4 to 1,
no worrys man u got beat by BROOK-lon (Brooklyn)
and that rapper is the king of RB
and u'll get that mutha fucka bck, and watch that bitch flee

damn dan fo sho u be like Nas/
how the fuck u 0-0? did ur opponents back off/
cuz u flow so sicc , damn im sure thats what it is/
please tell me my girl can have one of ya kids/
so i can father an ill emcee/
yet im sure when he grow up he'll be iller than me/

gametime so sicks wit his flows he spills/
changin my name to halftime to become half ill/
your too real i think u could beat maurice johnson on chairwheels/ show me how to be so grate to change my fate and become the next runnin mate/for the g.o.a.t. and be compared to 2pac and biggie/and tell me why gurls butts so jiggy

fuck MJ hes lame, im on a "i wanna be like Herb" campagin/
i kiss ur feet wit mud and shit all the same/
u got more metaphors then a book of poems/
and ur a giant in a land of nomes/
ur packin more meat then legal/
but id let my mom suck ur dick in the back of regal/
nut in her hair and piss in her mouth/
cuz now she blessed if u know what im talkin about??/

Look at this guys he hot...like hes-fire...
he will leave ya shot....so ya go retire...
He Spits-hot..and rips-spots..no one else can..
Hes "HarDKor3"..not part-boar..hes just a man..
He will leave ya head-slit..by sending lead-hits..
So dont fuck with him..cause he makes you bleed red-quick...

Hey look its "Masta C"...
Flow with him and you'll come to see...
that this cat is the one you can't beat...
but thats ok just have seat...
because "Masta C" will keep you on your feet...
cause he's a PIMP and ill leave you with that...

hot ice damn thats nice//
ure too hot but turn freeze others wit ice//
wow ure so sick micheal j fox envies u/
ure not anybodys fool/
a great tool//
and ure full//
of greatness//
like dat homie from da band NES

This man will-rip..and still-kick..all the beats..
Cause he has skill..and his rhymes arent weak..
"all eyes on him"..cause he shows-skill..
He blows-still...cause his flow-kills...
From southern cali..thats why his rhymes pack heat..
Going against him...he will leave ya beat...

masta c coud rip up soldier like master p/
i reckon if they battle it would be a KO definitly/
he compliments me but in reality/
i do wish i could be as ill as he/
he is da masta of lyrical devices and shit/
gettin snake eyes rollin dices you hit/
7-1! i bet he lost on purpose/
i guess that was his way of doing community service/

Dont let his battle record fool-you..
going against him..he could still school-you..
his punches hit harder than this "heavy weight"..
Cause he will strip ya "title" and make ya say "no hate"..
He hits you harder...that a car-wreck..
he could still beat ya..even ya lines were far-stretched..

Masta C is obviously the one ta be,
can't ya see he dont try ta be P.D.
Man i can't beleive I saw him on TV
Right next ta P. Diddy and Murphy Lee//
He could get high
and still have the mentality ta diss ya guy//
Even tho' he says tha same things over and over,
moreover he's rappin' wit a crimson clover//
Even tho he don't know me that well,
he still has the ability ta send me ta hell//

this guy iller than christopher reeves with syphilis,
his personals an punches like sniper rifle, miver missed/

an if i was asked to rate him, i say he would be up their wit 'gods'
an if asked how he attacks i reverse it, he like like angry 'dogs'/

he got powers likes like jim carrey, in bruce almighty,
hes elite, never bin merked, he stand tall, high an mighty/

He spins around you..more than his avatar will..
He leaves ya in a daze..while hes punching you still..
His punches arent weak...they hit hard like a rock..
And the bitches are all over him...wanting some of his cock..
He may be new..but he shouldnt be over looked..
Cause when he rhymes...he leaves the whole place shook..

Everyone drop to the ground when you see Masta C
he'll shoot down in shoot outs and he'll do it happily
his attacks are strictly verbal so up ya skills
he's hard backed like turtles he never needs a re-fill
he'll have ya frozen like standin still large like oceans
he's poppin meal pills so he has more time to write his poems
he's a heavyweight for a reason step to his plate and you'll fear him
hear him spit just one bar and no longer will you be standing near him//

Damn, Bare Knuckles is dope, he's busting on kids,
How does it feel to have ever girl sucking your dick?
Just ask BK, he's the man and never leaves shit unfinished,
But he's so damn cool that he could put fans out of business.
If he's ever battling, he'll be on top of the win,
So just sit back and say to yourself:


"Damn, I just wanna be him".

shit bare knuckles...you so good, i wanna meet you/
so you can beat the shit the livin out of me...til im see thru/
what an honour that would be.....you meeting and beating me/
id give you my house, my cars and even let you keep the keys/
fuck you the best thing in rap since they thort of saran/
you could wipeout all the rag heads single handedly n' afganistan/
super man aint got shit on you...your games locked down/
spiderman couldnt even thread your damn socks..he'd get kncoked out/.
....................lol......................lol.. .....................lol....wackness

K-Dubb..say-duh...cause you forgot to post 6-lines..
But thats ok...cause you still undefeated with-rhymes..
1-0...hes on his way to the top..like a mountain climber..
I wouldnt mess with him...cause hes a tight rhymer..
He will leave ya layed out..like you were in a fight..
A verbal jab in ya face..putting out ya lights...