Im cold hearted i put a coldsteel to ya head wit ease/
No need for trigga pullin nigga dead from da brain freeze/
How u gonna battle me and win with ease/
Ur rhymes like cheerleaders jus nuffin but a tease/
Prep cheerleaders leave a nigga cold to a shiver/
Clarity tries to show hot promise but is cold to deliver/
When have u ever see Rock get own/
Fuck wit me get pop and sent back home/
I'll pop u bitch laff my ass off cuz ya mom threw u out like old foil/
Nigga get dropped like game wit 50 cent for being disloyal/
Nigga u straight trash and my worst is better than wat ya got/
U wack no surprise like if 50 was to be once more shot/
Keep runnin ya mouth cuz i leave ya body broke down from the venom/
I'll shoot ya in da azz have u coughin up slugs wit blood mixed up in em/
If u think i'll give garbage like u my final script that aint sloppy/
U gon off some shit i leave ya wit the rough draft copy/
ANd the way u speak it clear i can tell u a bitch in a serority/
Ya voice aint bein herd like ol' school being a minority/


lol ohwell that shit was my third wackest post ever.....ohwell next ngga get at me

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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Nigga last time............Drop it. Your more annoying that a lost dog that keep followin a nigga around. U bitch more than 50 cent nigga.And nigga quit runnin behind me cuz u berly shit. Plus im runnin out a toliet tissue for my ass nigga. So homeboy Just drop it and move on. I cant beleive u take dis shit seriously. Young Phrophecy........A true Internet Thug......Dont fuck wit him he just mite give u a PC virus or Fuck up ya Dial up Connection or somethin....and nigga plz shut up talkin like im in league wit dat nigga Young Mix or somethin.....just gave dude props which is somethin i dont think u'll be gettin anytime soon.....So Phro just back up nigga im done talkin.ill put my address up on site if ya really want beef nigga.[/QUOTE]


D-Rock

If you didn't get it the first time, I'ma spit it in this line//
that i don't gotta get you on the net, I GETS MINEZ//
and if you wanna start trouble, come to where i stay at//
lil christian ass bitch, i'll bring it were you prey at//
and please understand that i will clap you//
let me come to A-Town, find ya ass and jack you//
for all you got and all you worth//
The unwritten phrophecy, only one on earth//
and this ain't beef, not even close son//
if this was beef i wouldn't type it in posts! One!//
Two, you ain't an actual contender//
Lay ya keyboard down it's over....Surrender!~//


Trust me man....Lyrical C. has nothing to do wit me and my operations...but just to let you know this is not beef and if you wanna make it that send me ya best and i'll send you mine and we'll compair... trust me god you don't want war with me...

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That's Beast!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck your operations kidd you talkin war like you a soilder...
but in reality you get poped more than caps on coca cola....
pin point aim L C shoot through your molar
break a wheel on one of ya kidds strollers
came wit a hard verse then bitched up in your ending....
if you was real you would of put that shit in the begining
saved us some time from readin your ryhme
truthfully kidd you your own waste of time...
do some homework stop rappin all together...
go join the girl fight on brook valentines chain letter...
phrophet your easily moved me and rock put ya ass in place....
you disrespecting jay-z stupid put in your own face....
you wanna compare real shit from your most explosive prewritten...
just wait to be served like a restaurant customer sittin....

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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!

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

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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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

D-Rock

If you didn't get it the first time, I'ma spit it in this line//
that i don't gotta get you on the net, I GETS MINEZ//
and if you wanna start trouble, come to where i stay at//
lil christian ass bitch, i'll bring it were you prey at//
and please understand that i will clap you//
let me come to A-Town, find ya ass and jack you//
for all you got and all you worth//
The unwritten phrophecy, only one on earth//
and this ain't beef, not even close son//
if this was beef i wouldn't type it in posts! One!//
Two, you ain't an actual contender//
Lay ya keyboard down it's over....Surrender!~//


Trust me man....Lyrical C. has nothing to do wit me and my operations...but just to let you know this is not beef and if you wanna make it that send me ya best and i'll send you mine and we'll compair... trust me god you don't want war with me...[/QUOTE]



OMg nigga u gettin worser by the hour/
Fagget ass nigga to sweet boy u too sour/
And im tired of hearin ur mouth and spit/
Nigga come down south u aint gon do shit/
Only thing u gon be grippin his a dick in ya hand/
Nigga u aint go jack me u just jackin ya man/
You tryna bang a nigga as if he just dropped da soap/
Nigga become catholic confess ya lyin ass nigga u dont need a pope/
And if i put my keyboard down its to get my guns up/
Im the barber u da single hair on a head about to be pluck/
Nigga u annoyin u get no respect and cash/
Bitch nigga so borin get hit wit the tech in bag/
Young i may seem holy but thats just a Fasad/
Still aint no reason for u to consider me Ya God/
Check wat da nigga had to say on his shit talk/
I'll be sprayin at da nigga feet and make him crip walk/
Listen homboy i dont ever surrender/
Im ya executioner Fuck bein ya contender/
Realize not even in hell im the one u cant beat/
Just like chapple i turn your rhymes into a toilet seat/
U like a first time period.......bled for 5 days and lookin pethedic/
And im tired of going easy on u and being sympthetic/
Homeboy i'll leave u stiff so conductors can run trains on you/
And u just smoke spliffs so ya niggas can conduct a train on you/
Ya moms a 1 dollar hoe...I seen her on the Dollar menue/
Im a fake doctor that'll inject venom in you/
And im tired of u on my ass tryna keep alive an issue/
Nigga just Go to 11017 Sissa RD if ya bitch ass wanna continue/
Nuff said. U say u gonna come to the A and jack me/
Down here we do play so i dare u to smack me/
I'll have so many red dots on ya face... like u a white boy wit acme/
Nigga go on wit ya life and stop tryna get at me/

Nigga just quit. Im tired of dealin wit u and ur sorry life. if u post again going at me and i aint da person above u..homie im just gonna straight ignore u cuz to tell u da truth nigga that shit is truly pethedic...i got better thing to do than to worry about some bitch ass mu fucka that keeo cryin cuz his feelings got hurt. So im out nigga let me be. Ups to everybody else and keep doing yall thang on RV

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
.
.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