ill meet you at bitch slapped/to see if you could even actually rap/challenge mine/t q s emcees got my spine/in other words my back/i came here to show you whut you lack/and well thats damn near everything/so join up with b2k and learn how to sing/dice dont gamble with your life/cause youll get fucked like iraq/ill disarm you then harm you so fuck you and your gay troop crew

Techum the Emcee.......

Bitch I'll rip you with no sympathy cuz I show no empathy,
you think you're shit is tight, but my punchlines bash it plentif'ly/
you came to make enemies, fine cuz I came to lose friends,
between me and you it's obvious whose got the dividends/
I'm sick of the sight of your name, what is it Techum?,
when did you come up with that? while licking somebody's rectum/
kid check the color spectrum, I'm all over it, where are you,
you nothin but a colorless moron with nothin better to do/
fuckin sentence fragment, no talent havin, ugly ass lil bastid,
you couldn't be slick with your lyrics if they were covered in plastic/
my method is drastic, bomb on your ragged shit wit consice diction,
I'm elevated to vivid desrcriptions while you still writin fiction/
look what you missin, nigga you don't wanna be startin beef wit me,
do this gay shit again and I'll be dissin your ass even more frequently/

fuckin homo,
wit your gay ass barz,
leave me alone............

to techum da emcee

i don't know what the fuck you think you doin/
i've seen better shit come from peoples mouths when people are spewin/what the fuck do you think you are gonna prove by comin in here/stay the fuck in your gay bar you gay ass little queer/you spits are about one tenth of what the two dice can say/ why don't you look somewhere else if you wanna get laid/cause there ain't no homos in here, so stop peepin/go home right now befor you fuckin start weepin/don't deny it you sulkin little baby/ cause maybe, ya crappy ass disses will anger me/ cause i am like the incredible hulk, i'll kick your ass/ be lyin there 6 feet under the grass.


ThUgZ 4 LiFe

timaluned????

How the fuck you gonna say somethen, when ya can't pronounce ya name//
Thugz 4 life is what you claim but now your maken it a shame//
Stay in ya range, go rap wit the handicapped//
Your flows are like masturbators, they straight wack!//
You showen slack, for you theres no flow attack//
Fall back, I read better rhymes in a fairy tale story//
What kind of wack faggots like you am I gonna see before me wit no glory?//
Lines that rhyme don't mean your sick//
Just remember that until you reach my level, yous just another punk bitch!

Razh

another lightweight feather for me to trickle on
use the tools to abuse and let time unravel on
with sickle tons of fiddle ones, i lace out the biggers puns
cuz your out in a second just thought id give you one more hum
the production's fake, looks like a can of worms half ate
the stench of this bate makes him clean up three times a day
some more lines derived in quick time like great fine dime
you making me look twice as good and i have yet to even look
at the situation in hand, another fiend's glands to hand
drop that thought there aint much point, if you here him you'll understand

merazh, what kind of fuckin name is that you punk ass little homo/
i'll kick your ass so fast you'd have to watch it in slow-mo/
now why did you have to go and start shit usin my name/
the stupid fuckin part is you probably think this is a game/
but you went and said shit about me and my crew/
the worst comeback you got is "hey man fuck you"/
you should read a dictionary to increase your vocabluary/
or maybe just shut the fuck up like a cryin little baby/
now if you want to keep your rep and even parts of your face/
you better shut up you stupid sissy b4 your ass ends up in space/
a reminder that if say shit about thugs 4 life/
you'll wake up the next mournin sayin hello to my knife.





thUgZ 4 LiFe

Merazh, you just jealous you aren't a thug, you just a pile of dirt, underneath my rug,
you can rap, atleast you claim, but your rhymes are so fuckin lame, you ain't ever gonna see fame,
fuck man come back when you get some skill, don't bother comin back, until
you claim to be from westmorland, but you so dumb, you don't even understand,
your rhymes are just a waste of my cache, sorry man, here's a tissue to wipe those tear's away

Lol @ this becomin a diss the person above u....

DANG again PAIR of LICE

Listen Kido im flowin first class while you rep down third class//
thinkin ur a princess wit sassy but i'll soften you up ta wipe my ass//
i'll fuck u up so fast you can't even count the linez that past//
you cuz you rap like ur thrown out in the trash so feel my wrath//
you're a queer a h0e that gets a dime each time you blow//
one of your grampz and that goes ta show taht at diccsuckin you tha pro//
i should let you go and not waste my precious time anymo//
im anticipatin tha you slow and you can't even fuckin flow//
step up into my contraption that'll cut wordz into ya and make ya into tiny fractions//
your words ta me cause a distraction and have no meaning wit no real action//
my flow'll drum on yo cheap ass 25cent crown from kmart like a percussion//
makin ya not even wantin ta participate in this discussion//
who you think you bein wit yo fake ass implantz and surgery//
it's plain ta see that you aint' even fuckin halle berrie//
but who are you kiddin fag you're fuckin illiterate//
try hooked on phonicz or goin ta skool you really should consider it//
from coast ta coast i'll still beat ya up and burn ya wit spitz like you're burnt toast//
cuz ur ass is gonna fuckin roast and it's you who i fuckin discriminate against the most//
i feel a burning sensation im gettin closer to god in a tight situation//
so take these rhymes home and think it through//
cuz the next rhyme i write might be about u....//


enuff........hahahaha

__________________

adapt... is wack.

this to techum da mc
yo i aint 12 year old
but dont go lookin up pictures of 5 year olds on the internet
you remindin me of r kelly
yo you rap worse than nelly get that bandaid off your face
its about time someone put you in your place
stop mentionin other rapperers names
its about time some one reminded you how all your lyrics are the same
not mentionin any names but you were a molested child
no wonder yo disses be so mild

__________________
Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

More Comming soon!

this is for all the fuckin people who talkin the "gangsta" talk, man i'm just showin how fuckin easy it is to talk 'gangsta' and plus this is a fuckin freestyle (yes this is in open mic as well)

when the nine starts cockin hear niggaz walkin,
lookin fo trouble its like they want beef,
fuckin in my hood dogg it aint gunna be brief,
homie compared ta trill yaw sound plain,
i aint playin when i say i'm a let them clips spray,
i aint playin when i say i'm a do what i say,
what u want i got it,
Now a days rappers aint bout it they just bought it,
heat i brought it, sent my coke mail po's aint caught-it,
how am i gunna live hmmmm i thought-it,
up n i know how i'm a surive how i'm a stay alive,
there's a sayin scratch my back i'll scratch yours,
there's another sayin get bolts on yo doors,
sensors on all floors get cameras on po's,
get yo whip bulletproof get yo glass house rock-proof,
bitch yo pussy aint cock-proof aint yo man aint safe neither cuse he aint unda no roof,
homie hear what i'm sayin i aint sayin nuthin,
expect fo i aint bluffin when i say i'm a get yo ass one-day,
roll yo bitch ass one-way, get yo g4 off my fuckin run-way,
fo me the week dont start on monday,
it starts when eva the chedda come-in,
nigga get yo ass here i dont wanna here i'm comin,
stunt if ya want lets see how ya react when we start dummin,
shells be sprayed every direction,
my flows be like a picaso piece perfection,
block off the intersection, frontin stuntin rappers only bout deception,
now time fo u mutha fuckin annisiation,
fuck up n get caught up in yo own assasination,
and wat u facin is beef from the Q-L nation,
we pack toast every ocasion, i couldnt give 2 fucks if u black or cocasion or asain,
feel that burnin sensation when the hollow tear ya up inside,
now yaw gotta abide by my side,
crips with clips 24/7 we dealin with chips,
if it wasnt fo the chedda i wouldnt have a berreta unda the sweater,
come on pull it nigga, kill me n watch the plot get thicker,
we pack toast n supply it round the whole coast,
hear the D.eagle blastin stand back gaspin,
gotta get yo head straight sallow on some asprin,
why the fuck do u think i'm talkin about a desert eagle,
if i didnt flip it on yo people, now its like my whole life illegal,
yaw need ta speak the truth in the booth like sigel.


mutha fuckin people talkin about they mutha fuckin gat what eva oh pull the strap on a nigga, fuck up seriously, check the lyrical contents that took me less then 8 mins

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son that was hype, keep yo flow tight, u got yo game on right
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Ya'll is nothen!! Weak ma'fuckers... (Krem & ??Timaluned?? still can't pronounce it)....haha...I'm a say it like this....

First off..for "Tiny Tim"aluned...

Merazh is the name, the image you'd see//
In the desert before you pass out when I spit this heat//
I must admit your spit was weak, but thats ordinary everyday//
I dunno about slow-mo but I'm a murk ya ass and show krem the instant replay//
I Think it's a game??, nah, but you wasn't even apart of it//
Atleast now I know where wack emcees came from, cause you started it//
I got hotter hits, ya flows are false while mines is true//
Stupid Punk bitch, I wasn't dissen on ya crew I was rippen on you//
But now since you brought lil'krem to party I'm a rip him in two//
Timaluned's soft, getten scared when someone screams "BOO!"//
He's the type of toddler that still looks up to Winnie the Pooh//
He got no ice, but rocks them velcrow shoes//
I'll leave this faggot red, so theres no singen the blues//
See'em outlined in chalk at 5 o'clock on the daily news//
Barely knew, that i'm not new to the game so bitch get a clue//
Razh so sick it's like he sticks wit spits like the flu wit glue!...
So bitch theres no you!....

Lil'Krem?...ok..here we go...

Kid, you ain't even from the States, so stop the wack verse//
You's a bitch, so I wouldn't fist I'd have to slap you first//
Your rhymes don't make sense, like from birth they was cursed//
Popped balloons is how I burst, a purse and high heels will suit ya//
If ya'll some thugs, what you doin at home rappen on computas??//
Sound like ya some losers, tryen to be hard//
I didn't know lil'krem was 14 and his mom's a retard//
That explains the flow, young and slow//
Go'head and admit, ya'll just don't know//
Krem your skills are small, no chance to grow//
Ya bitch friend Timaluned is a 5 dollar hoe//
Ya'll ain't thugs, more like some Sloppy Joes//
Bitches copy flows, from kids in 2nd grade//
I can't stand ya'll pozers, ya'll be acten gay//
I'm the suns rays, got Lil'krem nervous of the spits i spray//
I pop nines, while he pops zits and pop-tarts round his way//
What more can I say?, death is what I'm handen ya//
So step the fuck back off my skillz before I leave you dead in Canada!
Ma'fuckers are young....jus stop

Razh

what the fuck are you doing//
your rhymes made me start sprewing//
man i was just playin before//
cause you were rhymin like you were four//
but now that i see you can actually spit//
i'm not gonna take anymore of your shit//
now shut the fuck up and listen//
cause if you don't, blood will be what your pissin//
i'll hawl out my gun and won't be missin//
cause faggot ass Merazh, who i be dissin//
my mom's a retard, your mom's a whore//
i fucked her so hard, we fell through the floor//
your just a wannabe emcee//
your like a flee compared to me//
i'll crush you with my spits//
i don't need to use my fists//
but fuck you nigga i'm done wasting my time//
hit me back when you can actually think of a good rhyme//
so fuck you bitch i'm done//
go kill yourself, here you can use my gun//