naw i have to rip you son..i was being casual but you insist to try me...


your last verse was really weak i know you regreted to post it......
and you laready knew i would rip that shit in half and you know it....
damn you was on a role and had to blow it..i know you was ass but i
didint think you would show it................................................ ..............
lyrically im in first you always bringing up the rear...............................
and everytime your girl ask to hit it from the back you shed a tear.....
cause you had stitches there like ol boi from american history X...
didnt want ya bois to find out so when u got released changed ya sex...
im like headphone glued to ya ears...you feel my bass in your bones......
and since you like rock im send you bullets the size of gall stones.........
you talkin cheerleaders and 50 line after line.......
if you need new material son here just copy mind....
i terrorize you and have you shook like the town of jeepers kreepers.....
your confused rollin wit a ja rule doll but wearin g -unit sneakers.....
i'll throw ya ass away like a peel from my favorite fruit
instead of bobbin ya head you drop ya pants when you here-drop it likes its hot from pharell and snoop.......................


motionless actions niccah....your nothin to me..........dont look at me recored look at my words fuccah!!!!!!!!!

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~Took a look at your words and came to a conclusion~
~You know what... your shit is really quite amusing~
~You want clarity look at your threats... their all hollow~
~This shit isn't just hard to chew... its hard to swallow~
~Your realizing that someone dope actually wrote you a rhyme~
~Well im gona cut it off right here... bitch your a waste of my time~

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The Council

the new testamin ft. anxiety (must see)

Bubba Bible Ft. Ajax[/SIZE]

Lyrical Clarity

Lyrical Clarity need to be smacked wit a lyrical tip/
You spit all that ish up into your script/
And most of those lines were even worth shit/
You actin like u can just rip me for fun/
But like foldin paper more than 15 times it cant be done/
I step on ya shitty rhymes like dog droppins/
Cutcha moms pussy up so u know i be choppin/
I'll come threw ya hood wit the 4 cromes moppin/
And clean ya clock boy better than the Enlish Girl Marry Poppins/
I aint scared when u run up cuz i know u be talkin/
Still runnin ya mouth even though the heat sparkin/
I stick feet in his mouth for runnin at da jaw talkin/
Before things jump up u know dis nigga be walkin/
He talks alotta talk better never do u see dis nigga walk/
He quick to back down leavin dust trials like chalk/
Nigga i burn blaze guns,while u toast glaze buns/
I blow more fire than a lighter wit sprayin raid son/
Only times ur rhymes smokin is when i put hot bullets in ya lung/
Then spit burned rhymes wit gun smoke on ya tounge/
So go ahead and try to roast and boast/
Cuz i'll leave more blood holes on ya, than u got dots on ya post

again ,and agian.....

d-rock every verse you spit is starting to get weaker.....
and if you have any tracks on wax i feel bad for the speaker....
i understand your skillz cause flow2 crazy must be your teacher...
with flow crazy dick in ya mouth i know its hard for you to swallow...
had to switched to your mouth cause after so much ass rappin ya rectum is hollow..
spread ya eyes apart so your perifial vision can get the big picture..
have you pist like when someone leaves jus a swallow in the kool aid pitcher...
im defined as elegance your mediocer flow is non welcom in m comminity....
you the only dick sucka that has cum rash immunity.....................
your not hot your shit isnt even worth readin........
flowcrazy you just need pussy to release some tension,but you need to sob the burn and the bleedin......
fuck both of yal come see me if you want more........
cause i'll pop you like they did pookie then strap you wit c4..........

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hmmmmm..... i been taken a few days off.... watching...... waiting to see who was gonna step up and drop some shyt.... ain't seen nothong impressive since ol boy that i got in my sig now.... i think omma go to the battle fields ... if any of y'all wanna come test the only dude who truly owns this thread just holla at me.....

i don't even wanna spit but i don't wanna be turned in for free posting so.....

ya all wack
step back
dudes is trash
food for cash
hominy grits
bombin these scripts!

6 lines....holla!

ima make this quick.....


you dont own this thread bitch we let you rent it....
now that you nolonger needed you feel you need to defend it....
reality is your yahoo spam and your box is over the limit.....
you dont want any battles kidd that line was a gimic....
you talkin trash cause when we get it : your user name we send it...
your a peter pan rapper to get a win you have to pretend it....


lol.......lamo.......

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fool claimin he aint seen nuttin yet, cuz he cant drop nuttin
witha Name like ill-grammatix, now we no u on sumtin
you couldnt throw flamin bars if ya ass was a flame thrower
you back in business ight, bein RVs lamest,wackest, rapper
Said he been gone a few days watching, thas what u good at
cuz u cant throw punches nor personals, shoulda neva came back
you ownin this thread? yeah n the yankees won the world title
you more phoney then Prophecy sayin he'za rappin ideal
sit the fuck back cuz im takin over ya spot, wit mad rhymes
all the time, aint nuttin u can throw that I cant reply,
strait to the sky, Grammaitx livin lies, brooklyn lies.
run ya ass over wita steam roller , give ya a flatbush
ya suck wuss, 9-8 record sit down homie SHUUUUSSHH



lol no hate jus got bored

oh no no, aint now way u dissin me u lil homo
back up, shut up, grab ya pen n paper, fo sho
copy this diss cuz its better then w/e u can spit
leave gaspin for air, like a asma attack, punk bitch
peter pan punches, thas gay wtf clarity u kiddin me?
one word for you "pathetic", stop usin walt disney!
ya to baisc wit ya shyt, main me jus wanna vomit
yea lyrics is like what ya said at the end "Lamo" stop it
you from "the berries" so thas why ya rap game is fruity
Ill leave ya spine in knots, cut ya tongue out, ya pussy
Armada Da 187, wit bout 7 lines, easily crushed you
got elevate by yourself, u in grammatix, stupid foo
Ill round niggas like you up, brand u like us cattle
dont reply to this diss again till you actually wina battle


yea yea yea hit me ill hit back jus to ez

first you havta learn how to spell!
stay in school...cuz ya skills LOWER.THEN hell
with played WIT
i slay a D-bitch
THINK YOU HOT?
CHECK the LINKS..U NOT
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.BLAH........ILL-G.POST UP...WE CAN ROAST EACHOTHER

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
.
.
fake fucks..move on...!

Homie u walked the crooked path better then Elton John
Get my dick out ya mouth cuz it aint gon be no meltin john
Talkin bout spell check look at da word wit
Homie though he spit hard 6 lines but was mushy like shit
Let me tell you that Daz u old rap so casual
When ya blood start drippin i bet your ass so cold
We can play like pilgrims so nigga sit down at da table
Im ya daddy nigga so im the leader of ya stable
And homie i dont think u a man with heat
And chop u up my nigga give ya mans ya part
Pull ya tounge out ya neck like Vin Deisel Man apart
And i think i got a Target signs on me they way niggas be playin
Makin nigga lay low as if i was sprayin
And i'll terroize your nigga call it a hostage situation
Make ya ugly ass look so dumb so u'd have to resort to hostile masterbation
Nigga i aint got no problem with u,...... so we can be like crew to night
But fuck wit me wrong, i'll send banannas to ya face........ as if we was havin a food fight

how the fuck ya goin to "diss and make up?"/
shit's impossible like ya "crackhead mom gettin her weight up"/
even with a "plate up" she look like an "ethiopian belly scratcher"/
d-rock "desperate" like "wives" his name is "terri hatcher"/
look... ya Rapperz happy level is 0 percent/
with 0 health he's crying " this space here is for rent"/
you a vent all you want but you'll never touch the "gifted"/
you could have john's "legend" and never "get lifted"/
ordinary people don't battle they "cheer"/
but since ya skills are "cloroxed" there's "nothing to see here"/
why you throwin bananas this aint "donkey kong"/
i stay with my game "cubed" i fuck girls 3-d with my "donkey shlong"/
i'll yell "get the table" and lodge splinters in ya back/
and impale metal to your frail scale to send shivers through ya rack/
tell ya grandma stop wildin sayin "you can't hold me"/
gangsta in the buffet talking "you don't know me"/

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pansy ass boi right here/\
!

real talk just spectate dont even put your shit in here...
cause i got many guns and an iron fist you should fear...
talkin like you nice and your flow can move somethin..
your ryhmes wouldnt be on top if you was literally jumpin
your more ass then trina in a botty shakin video....
mad cause your girl was the black chick in duce bigalo...
poindexter cartoon character ass niggah
your sexuality is flip mode thats why you call your boy frien rah diggah..
your ryhmes need a baby sita casue your not old enough to start....
the iron my ass..........you need help.........next time use starch

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you claim to have lyrical clarity, watch me blurr ya vision
when i spit in ya sights wit precision, step into my kitchen
ill show you tha beef, take a bite outa me? ya losin ya teeth
ya headin straight for the knife drawer but they all in my sheeth
all the cards in my hand, royal flush over hear, you jus bluffin
catch me if you can im the ginger bread man, the bakers man, ya jus a man wita muffin
ya nuthin to me, you cant even see cleary, but you can hear that rhymes like mine are a rarity
so much for ya clarity you didnt see this comin, next time ill give you a warnin, but dont stare at me
i see you tryna look focus in on my rhymes, but you blind, so my lyrics you will not find
is this beef ? it could be if you keep it raw, but over cook it, wind up crooked, im fuckin wit ya mind

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i hope the sick one finally gets his shit done
he stinks like subway tunnels filled with sick bums
heres a dollar dude, just stop talking!
spittin phlegm in my face, rap sounds like harsh coughin
stick em in a coffin, he dead, in-fin-it-ly finished
i killed him in minutes, my shits wicked and vicious

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THIS RIGHT HERE HAS BEEN CERTIFIED FOR YEARS......BONAFIDE

the sick one.....

you the sick one alright cause ima put u on life support....
and since we from the same hood i'll do it for sport.......
roxberry genius you better come correct......
run up on you and put bullets the size of baked beans i ya neck...
its a count down for your lifeline but no questions to ask
llyrics to fast,u cant consentrate, my lane is too fast...
assasinate you with out a motive just to show off....
and since you so sick,i'll put a bullent in a lung to help you cough..
you soft i already know your kind.....
you always in front casue someone is always behind...


lol.........hoola at ya boi.......neighbor....if you wanna battle for best of my city im wit get at me...........lamo

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