THE UNKNOWN RAPPER--SNIPER STYLE

PATIENTLY-- I MAKE MY WAY THRU PIPES IN A MATAINENCE ROOM/YOUR IMPENDING DOOM--IS BLATENLY RAPING MY INTELLIGENCE/AHH!! A NAIL SCRAPIN' ME I DROP BLOOD AS EVIDENCE//YESTERDAY, I CAME TO THE HOTEL WITH A COWBOY HAT, LEATHER LACE, AND A GUITAR CASE/MOVIN' AT A MUSICIAN'S PACE I NAVIGATED PAST THE KITCHEN TO THE ELEVATOR WITHOUT A TRACE/DESTINATION, THE HOTEL'S BASE--MENT/SINCE--PLAYIN GUITAR IS JUST A HOBBY/I HID MY WEAPON AND MADE MY WAY BACK TO THE LOBBY/AT THE HOTEL'S DESK, I LEAVE ONE OF SIX ALIAS'/JOKIN' WITH THE CLERK ABOUT HOW MUCH I NEED SOME REST/SHE WAS FINE WITH A RED DRESS, AND A SMILE THAT'LL TAKE YOUR CASH/SHE TOOK MINE AND I WALKED AWAY WITH THE LAST LAUGH/I MADE MY PATH--TO THE SIX FLOOR FOR TWO DAYS/I SLEPT TIL' LUNCH, THEN HIT MY AGENT ON HIS TWO-WAY/WE TALKED ABOUT PAYMENT--I NEED IT TODAY/WE MADE ARRAINGEMENTS FOR MONDAY, AN' IT'S NOW TUESDAY/TWO HUNDRED GEE'S--HALF NOW FOR THE HIRE/HALF WHEN I COMPLETE THE JOB--ON A WIRE/TODAY I HUNT A LEGEND WHO'S SKILL I'VE LONG ADMIRED/THE SITUATION'S GETTIN' DIRE/NORMALLY, I WOULD OBJECT AND TAKE THE PATH OF PEACE/BUT IN THIS DYIN' WORLD--MONEY'S LOOKIN' GREEN LEAF/MY TRUCK IS ON A NEW LEASE AN' THE RENTS NEVER CEASE/THE DAY I QUIT THIS PIECE, I'MAL CHUNK MY RIFLE IN THE REEF/--IT'S SIX PM DAY TWO, I HAVE TO SET UP TO SHOOT/I CHANGE MY CLOTHES, SHOWER AND SHAVE, AN' PLAN OUT MY EXCAPE ROUTE/--SO HERE WE ARE, I'M BACK IN THE BASEMENT/I OPEN UP THE GUITAR CASE AN'--GET THE ALCOHOL FOR THE BLOOD I'M WASTIN'/I PUT TOGETHER MY GUN, COMPLETE WITH A LASER TRACE AN'/UP THE STAIRCASE THRU A DOOR THERE'S AN EXIT FACIN'--THE ALLEY/SO I PACK UP EVERYTHING AND LACE UP MY BALLEY'S/I'M OFF TO AN ABANDONED BUILDING, NEXT DOOR/ROOF TOP FLOOR--AN' ONLY A PADLOCK OBSRTUCTING THE DOOR/I QUICKLY DO AWAY WITH IT AN' MOVE IN FOR THE SCORE/THE TIME IS NOW EIGHT PM--YOUR SHOW IS AT NINE/I THINK ABOUT ALL THE GOOD TIMES I HAD WITH YOUR RHYMES/I GOT A FUNNY FEELIN' ABOUT THIS ONE, AN' IT AINT FINE/I HOPE NO-ONE SEES ENOUGH TO DROP SOME DIMES/IT'S FEBUARY 1ST, AN' I'MAL SEND AN' EARLY VALENTINE STRIAGHT TO YOUR THINKIN'/I WOULD CELEBRATE WITH BALLENTINE, BUT I AINT INTO DRINKIN'/THRU BINOCULARS MY EYE'S WINKIN--ANTICIPATIN' YOUR STRETCH LINCOLN/IN MY HEADPHONES SOMEONE CALLS THE RADIO FROM A CELLPHONE--SAYIN' YOUR SHOW WENT WELL/AFTER PARTY IS AT THE HOTEL/I LIE IN WAIT TO PROPEL--YOUR STATUS/NOW TELL ME WHO'S THE BADDEST/THE LIVIN' LEGEND OR THE ONE WHO SHOT THE APPERATUS/THAT LAID HIM ON A CEMENT MATTRESS--ONE SHOT WITHOUT A PRACTICE/--BEEP, BEEP/WHO'S THAT COMING UP THE STREET/YOU AN' A WHOLE FLEET OF LINCOLN AND CADILLAC JEEPS/MOVIN' SLOW--MODE SET ON CREEP/I SLOWLY SLIDE ONE IN THE CHAMBER/I WANT TO WAGER, I'LL HIT YOU IN THE NASEL--MAKIN' ALL YOUR DESCISIONS A NO BRAINER/YOUR JACKET WOULD'VE FAIRED BETTER ON A COAT HANGER/SHOULD'VE DROPPED YOUR MIC TO AVOID DANGER/I'M LONELY--I'VE SHOT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY LAST HOMIES/TO AVOID PHONEY--AN OPEN MOUTH'AL BUCK LIKE A WILD PONY/KNOW WHEN I'M DONE, IT'S ERIC WHO OWES ME/YOU SHOULD SEE THE SCENE/THE MICROPHONE FEIND, STEPPIN' CLEAN RIGHT OUT A LIMOSENE/ALL SHIMMER AND GLEEM WITH A STAR/SHININ' OFF HIS TEETH--I CAN SEE FROM AFAR/CLOSED THE DOOR TO CAR--STANDIN' ON THE CURB/NOW MUM'S THE WORD----BLAWWW---WHEN I SHOT, IT MUST'VE STARTLED SOME BIRDS/HE DROPPED BUT THE DOORMAN PAINTS ME/SPOTTED THE BARREL, PULLED AWAY HASTILY/I GATHERED EVERYTHING SO NO-BODY COULD TRACE ME/I RAN GRACEFULLY AT A SPEED THAT NASCAR COULDN'T PACE ME/DOWN THE FIRE EXCAPE AT THE BACK OF THE BUILDING--SIX FLIGHTS/LAST WEEK, A BLOCK AWAY I STASHED A BIKE/AT A WEST ABANDONED STREET--FACIN' EAST IT'S A SMALL HIKE/BUT I'M SET TO RENDEVOUS, AN' I'M IN FLIGHT/THROUGHOUT ALL THE COMMOTION, EACH STEP FEELS LIKE SLOW MOTION/I'M LISTENIN'--TO SCREAMS IN THE BACKGROUND--I SEE THE BIKE GLISTENIN' LIKE AN OCEAN/DAMN, I SHOULD'VE DRANK SOME PICK-ME-UP POTION/I'M STARTIN' TO SLOW WITH ALL BARRELS WIDE OPEN/THRU TRASH AND TIN CANS, I RAN--ONLY TO FEEL A COUPLE OF HANDS/ON MY SHOLDER--FIRE STARTING TO SMOLDER, I THROW AN ELBOW OVER THE TOP AND LAND/SMACK DAB ON THE JAW OF A MAN/HE BUCKLED AN' I CONTINUED TO SKIP SAND/JUMPED ON THE CYCLE, HIT THE IGNITION-- AND LOOKED BACK/ONLY TO SEE THE DOOR MAN LYING FLAT/THREW MY RIFLE ON MY BACK, GUITAR CASE WITH A STRAP/CROUCHED IN POSITION, THEN I HIT THE PISTONS/SKIPPED THRU A RED LIGHT--ALMOST A CASUALTY BETWEEN TWO HEADLIGHTS/MAN--I GOT TA DROP THIS BIKE LIKE A LEAD PIPE/HONDA SCREAMIN'--I'M HOME FREE/BUT IT WASN'T LIKE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE/I HOPE HE AINT GET ENOUGH TO PHONE POLICE/ONE STOP--BIKE DROP ATTA CHOP-SHOP/DROVE AWAY WITH THE KEYS TO AN IROC/HEARIN' "HEY, DID YOU SEE SOMEBODY SHOT RAK'?"/NOW EVERYBODY'S TALKIN/NO RADIO IN THE CAR, I GRABBED THE HEADPHONES TO THE WALKMAN/RADIO DJ'S TALKIN' TO AL SHARPTON/I STARTED A MEDIA ARSON --AN' RAN/AN' LEFT NO MATCHES AN' NO GAS CAN/AN' NO IDENTIFICATION FOR POLICE DETECTIVES TO SCAN/I PARKED THE CAR AN' WENT IN THE HOUSE/MTV NEWS HAD A GIRL WITH A BLACK BLOUSE/SAID SHE WAS WAITIN' IN THE ROOM--HOPING HE'D BE THERE SOON, TO PLAY A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE/WHO IS THIS LOUSE?--THAT SHOT 'EM/THE GREATEST RAPPER TO ROCK 'EM/WITH THE SMOOTHEST VOICE THAT ALWAYS GOT YOUR HEAD BOPPIN'/A MUT POINT--THAT JAW IS NOW A LOCKED JOINT/NO MORE WORDS, NOT EVEN AN OINK/HE SAID HE WAS GOD, BUT HE'S DEAD NOW/AN' IT ONLY TOOK ONE SHOT TO MILK A RED COW/CNN INTERVEIW WITH THE DOORMAN SAID HOW/HE AWOKE FROM HIS SLEEP SCREAMIN' 5FT THREE THRU BROKE TEETH/BUT HE GOT AWAY WITH NO POSITIVE I.D./CHECKED MY LAPTOP TO THE BANK ONLINE/THE MONEY WAS THERE AN' IT AINT SHORT A DIME/E-MAIL SAID THE JOB WAS DONE FINE/I'M TOO TIRED NOW IT'S TIME TO UNWIND.....

A LYRICAL MASTERPIECE TOO COMPLETE FOR WORDS

Weak ass shit man, haha, Lyrical Masterpiece?? You wish mutha fucka, try pressing Enter next time u fuck, shit story with poor wordplay and rhyming with the stoopidest layout of all time!

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bitch we all know you aint a sniper and this is way better than your last shit so you had to bite it... like meadskillz said... press enter... you got moved to the wackness emergency center for a reason... i aint even gonna tell you whats wrong with it cause you just post another wack comeback... and i know everyone doesnt want to read that...

THE ONLY THING GOOD TO COME OUT OF AUSTRAILIA IS CROCADILE DUNDEE. YOU HATE ON ME BECAUSE YER JEALOUS.

EXALTED, I SUCCEED WHERE YOU FALTER/CAUSE I'M COLD LIKE VIENS OF LIMESTONE DEEP IN THE ROCK OF GIBRALTER/MY DIAMOND'S MYND HOLDS THE WORLDS SUPPLY OF JEWELS--FOR EVERY GEM I GOT/ THERE IS A FOOL WITH JUST A ROCK/

I'M A SEASONED MC WITH STREET CREDABILTY AND MANY BATTLE SCARS WITH NO LOSSES. YOU'LL NEVER SURVIVE IN AMERICAN CYPHERS. WHERE IS HIP-HOP COMIN FROM ANYWAYS? INSPIRE, YOU SHOULD'VE KILLED YOURSELF--SPARE GOD THE WORK. MEADSKILLZ--YOU'RE JUST RIDING HOMETOWN ASS. YOU ROOKIES GET ATE LIKE COOKIES. YOU NEVER REPLY IN VERSE CAUSE YOU KNOW YOU HAVE NO WINS HERE. GO BACK TO KARIOKE. OH AND I DON'T PRESS RETURN TO SAVE SPACE. THE PROBLEM IS YOU CAN'T READ. OH AND SELF, GEAR UP CAUSE I'LL WACK YOUR ASS.

Its Crocodile you illiterate fuck, can't spell, can't rhyme, can't do shit, take a stab at australia man, u probabaly don't even have a fucken clue what a real Aussie is all about,

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"Meadskillz-- You're just riding Hometwon ass"

What the fuck is this shit, I don't even think you know what u talkin about, u probably heard this shit in some gay fucken Ja-Rule song and now think u some hell gangsta. I'm 2223 to the bone, I aint ridin no so called hometwon ass, You aint got no fucken street cred, the only rhyme you can make up is some ridiculous, no flow, non rhyming jibber that is just verses of you pullin your dick, we aint meant to reply in verse you mother fucken fool, this is Open Mic, we criticise and give our praise to hot ass pieces on this site, I don't think u have ever gained praise anywhere in the World at any time coz u are the weakest fucken wannabe MC on this site.

A Space in between, fuck that looks good, U IDIOT!!! I wanna smash you so hard, fagboy!

I wish u fucken came to Australia so me and my bruthers Inspire, Unifire and my whole crew could go to town on you. Once again its Kareoke, you fucken no brain retard, Rap is poetry, rhymin poems tight, u gotta have some English skills to make hot shit in this game, "Look at me, I'm a Sniper" the fucken cockbrain says, you aint shit, your a weedy little faggit who thinks he's hot ass shit coz he can diss people through the internet, take a look at real life u cunt, U AINT SHIT, U CAN NEVER MATCH THE CLASS OF US, YOU ARE THE WEAKEST MC EVER TO COME OUT HERE, BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD STICK AROUND COZ I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN UP HERE, GO EAT A DICK U FAG!!!!

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check your pm's man (ahem i mean boy), this is open mic, you calling me and meadskillz out?? then take it to a battle... i dont ever battle im strictly a street poet, but i'll make an exception cause i know you're weak... set it up and get schooled punk... you got no skills! and self dont ban him just yet... lol... and you gotta sticky the battle after he loses cause its for damn sure that he will... guess what bluvd? im not from australia either... i just moved here... so dont try to ride that patriotic bullshit... i'll take you and any wack ass rhyme you spit out... i wish i wasnt from america now... no wonder every other country hates it... its bitches like you that ruin it for the rest of us... bow down to the REAL emcees, once you learn how to spit on a topic other than killing people and your wack ass skills then come and post on rb and if your extremely lucky you might get respect.... SO QUIT SLEEPING AND SET IT UP... IM GOOD TO GO... YOU DROP FIRST... I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FEW DAYS TO THINK (OR BITE) A GOOD RHYME UP CAUSE I KNOW YOU CANT IMPROVISE ON THIS SHIT...

all the rhyme was keystyle except nobody's safe...any ways you got your wish....prepare your self

prepare for what?? prepare to hear the wackest bunch of shit come out of your mouth to date?? seriously, you should leave, nobody likes u.