yo this man say he Flows 2 crazy
but really man his flow don't Phase me
this chump got G-uint in his Signature
i fuckin hate them i wann act sick nature
see dawg you gotta now to be tru to ya name
but you aint being real so man you aint truto tha game

ebonicz i have your bitch-ass hooked on my phonix
my ryhmez has elevated above u like they hooked on chronix
this bitch think he a wild boy living in a bears den
grow balls and maka point,you broken ballpoint pen
like seven you bout ta die because of breaking this cardinal sin
thou shall not submitt thy self to b merk, its in tha commandments of ten

diss on Ebonics in progress....

why waste prewrites from other sites on cyphers
you rhymes didn't connect-you need some "lego's" to hire
not once untill now have i seen a mc that "seeds"
and "sprout" a "dirt" verse that's hurts my eyes when i read
i mean your lyrics are so bad, so why would i state it
when your lyrics is a insult to even the english "language"

^ ha round two

diss on Word Processor in progress...

even the special ed rap mentor get stress so she suggest
that elevation for you is refered to a impossible "proccess"
named yourself after a computer "program" a "breeze" to type
but your not the "type", to win battles no "fans" in sight

^^ sorry i'm gettin kinda tired so im not gonna finsih with your diss

i'm done for now

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Ayo, Check,

If Your Rhymes Were A Thermometor They'd Be Set To "ZERO" ...
Even If U Spit Flows Wit Da NBA, Ya "Verse" Still Wouldn't BE~PRO ...
I Know U Like Ma Punches Im Like A Cliffhanger Leave U Wantin Moe ...
Your Shit Is "Amature" While Mine Is Labled "XXX" Coz Its Hardcore ...
This Verse Is "Laminated" While Yours Is "Paper Thin", Easily "Ripped" ...
Tell You Wat Turn Ur Comp. 180 Deg. Maybe Den U Can Flip This Script ...

explain the fidelity..im hi fi ur low..
..ur melody...if im 0 ur 80 degrees below...
wanna start shit with the masta match..
walk in full but walk out in a plastic bag..
ur hardcore..u probly like it with the shackles..
chained up mouth sealed with a tub of spackle..
cant spit all you ever did was this site..
515 i think this forum's taken over your life...

Shackles
We old fam but that dont mean shit to me~
Ill merk u anywayz... hit u so hard u wont b able ta see~
Ill leave u locked up in my attic for an eternity~
Like the other mcs that got fucked up in the third degree~

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The Council

the new testamin ft. anxiety (must see)

Bubba Bible Ft. Ajax[/SIZE]

My mic merks midgit emcees like flow2crazy//
So see me destroy this bitch without a "maybe"//
Nigga's of the round table? I don't see you in there G//
All you got is a stupid picture of nigga's you can never be//
Ill state? nah...the state that masturbates through gates//
This is fate, never see me G, wanna meet me man, jus set a date//
Cos I'm ready for you anytime my mic in hand ready to spit//
At the end of the day you gona see my money stacked up, an you ain't shit//

Messin wit the round table, I think first your gonna need some elevatin//
Cuz when I look at your verse, wack or noob is what i'm contemplatin//

Do you actually think you can merk flow 2 crazy without a maybe?//
Look beside your verse, hard words comin from a flyweight baybe//

LMAO, he got no info in his profile, scared of beein tracked down by a real G//

\/He's a fag lemme translate so you can see\/ what he really means is "wanna fuck me?"

Verse was wack, prove my point, i'll beat you with it, look at how this kid spit//
"At the end of the day you gona see my money stacked up, an you ain't shit"//

OMG SONNED

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quote your own damn lyrics...

Stop Squawking:

Here i go again, dissin n pissin...Done n Said, my assesment is written.
Spit Dish til you Trippin, you hated as much as President Clinton.
Glamour this Present n Ribbon, your words is~worse~wack than a Telly Tubby.
His sigs the only way you well above me. Aint hard, you just Silly Puddy.
See, you just dont fit in... Like if you put the PUNCH into FIGHTER.
High Hopes from the Shire...like Ben Stein, your eyes Jump from this Cypher.
Infernal ammuse, im a Person of Fuse. Im jerkin this Room n Servin 'Em Truth.
You the First of the Bruised. Nigga this aint Rap, This Verbal Abuse.


What now? Erm....what now?

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quote your own damn lyrics...

ok... cats in denial, hit by my missiles, rocked, ya raps n' ya lines? shit. n' ill rip the lot
Shootin this rat, only thing good bout ya raps is its my style writ in a different font!
Looks like you bit off the wrong dude, cos all ya lyrics is salty n' bitter
You'll never come off dope as me.. ok lyricist but ya multis are shitter
faulty, ya sinner... ya get mugged n' floored, bruised fa thoughts that you run this
I love ta rawt, come with brawn I punch with force, kid, you just forcin ya punches
Rockin G's, looks like ya gonna flee.. grab ya purse, head south fa borders
Shit man, every vending machine i go to is like ya words, They're out of order!
No wonder u slept on, whenever u drop its like voters is sent for a nap..
so confusing... damn, even if i was spidey, i still couldnt make "sense" a ya raps



no beef

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Oh dear god this kids up in a defensive position, don't u know its a sin//
Head so far up flow2crazy's ass i'm surprised he ain't shittin for him//
I set the date for battles, maybe you'd masturbate to be there//
Just know that to people like me you ain't no one an ain't goin nowhere//
Fuck "maybe", I'll slaughter him with "baby" cos you gotta feed of me//
Why look at how I spit man, you're verse was everywhere, can't you see//
Surprised to actually find a rhyme in a verse like this man we're through//
Flow2crazy with his lazy lips and lady ass fag brown nose crew//

Don't bite more than you can chew boy. I think you'll find that you are the one that has been... ahem... SONNED. Tosser.

Riddle~Me~That, Man Ma Punches Will Have U "Tr"ippin (DR) Like~Taps ...
Dog U Always Gettin Shit Wrong Dats Why U Got "X'S" On Ya Nike~Hats ...
Me And U Is Like A Bike VS A Ferrari Coz U "Riddled" n I Simply Fly~Past ....
U Can't Mess With Me While Im at My~Best, U Get Caught Up In Nets ...
Man U Think Pissin On A Boat Dun Mean That U Can Flow On Tha Decks ...
U Say U Jus Sonned Headgames But Ur Rhymes Are Full Of Empty Threats...

not dope, void these lines if your rhymes happen to punch.
bowl n spoon, ima scold this goon. munch this chip like captain n crunch.
your rhymes like prophecy, they stretch til events Occur.
even with the spidey tactics, you couldnt have intense closure.
Punches none other than prewritten. on the dope scale, you fake Hittin.
Shack mistakes vision, like color blinds tryin to compare american flags with Great Britain.
Quit Lippin and Shake Livin. your state's Mission, Wack.
Takin garbage right out the community, Our difference is...you hate given Back.
Sig Gleamin n All, be ashamed you claim wack keys. I gots the loot to suit ya.
your just used to make me look better, like willy wonka's Oomp-uh-Loomp-uhs.
say your thick material, im the artery...you just a vein in a man.
you couldnt diss me with comic lines, if you had the brain of Rosanne.

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quote your own damn lyrics...