u idiot shut up i dint AT LEAST I DONT LET NEWBIES IN MY CREW AND HAD UR BEST MEMEBER LEAVE LOL GO POST IN YOUR OWN CREW UR SHIT lmao



^ that made absolutly no sense^...can i say it any clearer


F U C K O F F...



herbs these days...

lol sand, he's talking about me.
dude, I am in this crew. dumbass. and I let newbies in my crew if I think they have skill or potential.
now shut the fuck up.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

game is a wack herb...shut up


hello did i make the cut

yo im sorry about before for not leaving a link heres a link to my last battle it was a no show but i still dropped and i mite not be great but i got potential.
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=55101

my opinion ... will'con need to elevate a bit more...

i think tRiLL should be in...

and I think that Game should realize this a topical crew...

and he can also.... SHUT THE FUCK UP

....my 2 cents

^Games a herb.........Simple

Yo did i make the cut?????

Holla

-one love-

You sitting in the café, sipping on your latte (Drink)
Dropped the shit an burnt your self,
My shit got sold out, your still on the shelves,
I’m sure these people bound to agree, you ain’t no emcee,
Metaphorically speakin, you’re low key like a rat squeakin,
Your what we call status-seeking, get your ass popped, your flow is leakin,
Its typical you in frontlines with three wins beside your name,
But I’ll send you back to bitch slapped, docmeth here to “PRO”claim,
Demolishing fame, it just ain’t the same, with out the fiend to bring upon shame,
Acting as a crew brings hope to your surname, your like president bush,
Looking for a butch to bring padding to your push,
Getting hit by all these guys so hard you tried to push back but only got hemorrhoids,
Lyrically destroyed, thinking this a sport you tried to use steroids,
Trying to psychoanalyze emcees like you Sigmund froid,
Doc the chemist mixing up lyrics to give you a original high,
Feeding you rhymes outta my own supply,
You couldn’t go off with a bang if it were the forth-of July,
Trying to be the illest, asked to get put down as if it were a request,
This ain’t readers digest, new york time dissed on you, you got “DE”pressed

^^no shit latte is a drink...thank you captain obvious.


this is a topical crew...not battle crew...i dunno if this had a topic,but i didnt find one.

yeah...its started off okay...in the first line.
then the rest was a typical battle rap, just with strange punches.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

Dam yall maybe i should change my name to invisible or sumin.

Just for you overcast- hope yall enjoy

stereo type

My state of depression...a reflection in my facial expressions
Labelled rejection...male clearly unable to stable confession
Tabled regressions...a cursed deliberant burdened with a purpose primitive
My hurts inquisitive...so in the burning I still thirst definitives
Remaining self-contained...in a selfish brain...health is stained
Melted veins...lying in a pool of darkness...self-ashamed
Still just doing my utmost to see through life's distorted lens
But these stereotypical thoughts keep leading to aborted friends
Assorted trends...but I strive to see the personality...leave the materiality
A mentality that's challenged me to be free from the fear of fallacy
I'm nearing gallantly...though my tries are hearty...my eyes depart me
Imparted...eyes and heart bleed...trying to part these hierarchies
I lie uncharted...neglected priorities mean we only see selected authorities
Infected majorities...meriting nothing...merely reject the minorities
Defects in their order seize our deranged basis...pain and range tasteless
Estranged faces wouldn't be overlooked were thier names to change places
To touch the equilibrium...narrow minds should surmise to a faction
Beauty never lies in attraction...for beauty is devised in our actions
Rise and detach sins...please lord I don't want to be evil
I want to ease feebles...look past appearance...i want to see people

Im newer to the open mic seen what do you think:

Am I Still Living??

My mind is still operating...
I can't think of what just occured, but seems like ages ago
Deep in thought and so disturbed, Aching head to toe
Im still pulsing blood through out my body, why do I feel numb
I can remember every event in my life, but none of this one

My lungs are still breathing...
I can feel my hot breath on my hand, im breathing heavily
Trying to inhale every last bit of air, counciousness is gaining steadily
I feel as if my lungs are collapsing every time I take a deep breath
Try to speak with the little air ive gained but theres bairly any left

My mucles are still strong..
But stiff, As if someone had pulled on them with all there strength
Im remembering a run now, a run to safty but I didnt make the length
I can feel blood pouring out of my muscles like daggers still in them
Bruises engulf my entire body like black and blue pigeons, did I try to defend?

My heart as failed..
I dont here my heart beat anymore, im getting nervous
Am I still alive, or have I been attacked by deaths curses
Im seeing those whitelights everyone has refered 2
Masked men hudling over me, am I in the emergancy room...

To be continued...

Addy Is IN..
SOrry Bout The
Wait...

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Sup. . You know what I can do Sand. This is Quotient so yea.

<--- Down if you're accepting people. . Denial's accepted, though.

Contact: bagels

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cats need sum heat..new b to this site not to da game..18-3 on da siccness.net if u aint aware that site the same shit this is..but i like this site its bigger better if uneed heat hit me up..heres sumthin quick..hola back i can come harder if u want me to.

probly never heard-of-me be-fore my rhymes are the siccest/
odlly ill verb-ally asaughlt ya-foes just to handle my buisness/
im quicker then ali ill drop u leave ya dead in ya-traks/
cuz im the ill-est my flows reach ya mouth an explode-on-contact/
the real-est emcee to have an adverse vo-cab still uzin dem-macs/
face dem facts ya crew needs me a true emcee/
one that can spit-flames never afford to be beat/
i spit solid heat in ya direction to re-main on top/
my verses are cursed wit pure perfection abuzin my-glocks/
this aint all talk need a great one luckily im in stock/
last one left after im takin the ones dat passed me up will be dropped/ on da daily bases u just fuked wit an impatient racist/
ill leave ya bloody an faceless masacurd on ya front step/
my death cases are pileing up on my desk wavin the tek/
to gain respect show me ya life an ill erase it u hearin da best/