wots up little puppy have we made you all MAD?/ (sincere)
your avatar is a women, to hide the true fact your a fag//
blabbin the gay shit, again and again/
me and proliphik will kill you, and watch your blood out spill my friend//
'i luv bigneks', i shouldve left him for dead/
i asked them to ban him cos he brings disrespect to my thread//
but why the fuck would i bother wastin my time/
hes obviously a fake, like the shit that you rhyme//
whoa, wait, what am i sayin/
you cant rhyme for shit, on your verse its displayin//
endin your lines with words that don't rhyme/
typin up any shit, that comes into to your mind//
here, take this lesson and learn from BigNeks/
me and proliphik ,shoot people like TWO TECHS...

mad dog runnin scared now, quote,

'Shit get over it and Pro u jus jealous i spose coz bigneks gets this sort of recognition at least neks has a bitch now so its to the kurb wit u Proliphiks'

cant handle this shit cos he aint got no stamina, run and hide little puppy, UK aight, stay up Proliphik!

Weak lyrics bigneks na that werent a prop/
Now u usin quotes like God (Original Rapbattles) to try and make me choke/
Na try better neks coz ima make ur heart stop/
Wit a bong that i use dont be a bitch and get scared to toke/
U sad wanna-be gangstas is funny wit ur hard guy attitude/
U just like the Townies in Crawley...tryin to act real rude/
But when i step up...u and all who oppose will fall down South/
Now best advice you'll EVER GET...quit runnin that mouth/
Txt rec is zero & audio rec is zero/
So what's that say bout u...u aint no super hero/
U a super zero/
I bet u aint battled yet...na too scared to get urself wet/ (wet = hurt)
Wit lyrics THAT wet...im suprised no-1's drowned yet/

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Word up playa - real hip hop for life!!!! "Real Hip Hop" that's what WE are about... so many illegitimate children of MTV up on this site desecrating our great music with their rancid lyrics. I don't understand them, but I do overstand them. I'm a real MC with a superiority complex when I read some of these posts.

The Real don't Die - invite me to your impending funeral, Mad Dog.

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no way...... u didint tell a gay joke... 10/10 for effort it musta been hard... oh and that las post wasnt a rhyme fool...

Yo pro 18/08/2089 i'll send the invite.

No bigneks i knew that but im just sayin u have weak lyrics in general...ok...is...that...simple...enough???????? ?????????????

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nah that wus too simple, a bit more complexity please...

Ha ha ok in terminoligy examples, your in the section of the shittusemceeus (shite-us-m-c-us) which basically means u aint good (thats y u aint recognised yet) i mean if u focused on the hip hop and not focusin on me u might actually get somewhere think about it...

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Anyway..... this thread is for UK HIP HOP APPRECIATION, I thought that was clear??? If you ain't down, you can step like a ladder, do like R.Kelly and Step in The Name of Love, I don't really care just as long as you step!! This shyt's getting very boring and tiresome.... hmm, do I feel I should justify myself by re-writing 'shyt' and spelling it with an 'i' instead of a 'y'..... naah, I'll spell it however the phukk I want... like some lil hasser's gonna make me be anything other than me.... byt the way, a hasser's a pig that don't fly straight....

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yo BIG NEKS, u cock sucking sack a' shit check the bitch slapped comlumn in the front lines u fuckin pussy.

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fuck you 2gay, i aint gonna battle you til i'm ready fool... til then ure gonna have to keep twiddlin your thumbs. You couldve jus asked for a battle instead of wastin all that time typin up that last bit of bullshit. You must have some anger pent up inside you, yo, i suggest you go see a councellor bitch... aight.

yo mad dog, i aint recognised by fags like u cos u wouldn't know wot GOOD was if it came right up behind you and bitch slapped your ass... i wus focusin on you cos you brought this shit to me, aight. oh and by the way your in the section the notevenaworthyemceeus... so fuck you.

ayo, i got a new date for your impending funeral/
ima send an invite to proliphik so that he can watch me bury you/
that date is today, cos ima rip this shit up/
the finishin blow, that leaves your body quick to get stuck//
you know im spittin raw raps, and throw these blows to your thorax/
i'll smack u in the face, and snap your whole entire jaw back/
u jus a kid thinkin that your shit is all that/
get outta my way, cos you aint nuttin but a door mat// (you get walked on)
i aint scared to take a toke of ya bong/
wot the fuck, you got this all wrong/
for steppin to me, i should cut off your tongue/
your like an undead spirit that doesnt belong//
i smoke the weed until my eyes proceed to bleed/
and thats the time you better get away from me/
why, i see you askin, ima tell you see/
cos thats the time that the devil starts to come out of me//
i bring hell on earth, with this verse that will leave a curse on this earth/
why the fuck did your mum go and have to give birth to the WORST// (emcee)
she shouldve changed her mind when she thought to abort ya/
you are the FAKE, run quick, cos i caught ya//
i aint claimin to be sum sort of superhero you bitch/
if im a superzero, whut the fuck you? cos u shit shit/
u aint matchin the shit that im spittin, its sick/
i'll stab you with a diseased needle, the end of your life little kid//
they say he shouldnt of died at the tender age of seventeen/
found dead in a pit with a knife in his spleen/
im tellin you know ima shatter your dreams/
im an emcee thats keen to be mean//

BigNeks, BigNeks, Whatcha Gonna do, Whatcha Gonna Do When He Comes At You...
Run Little Kid, Run.

La la la i aint listening BigNeks coz u see im bigger than that...fact is im bored wit this beef it's outdated like Ja Rules & 50's beef...BigNeks shut the fuck up u aint a gangsta aight u aint hustled, pimped, shot, stabbed, fucked a ho...

PERIOD so stop wit ur baby boy beef...tryin to bully me coz im only 17...but as u see...i aint phased so bets to murder me...and words u spit dont even come close to me...im bettin u got yo ass whooped as a lil kiddie...and frontin me's...gonn get u merked quickly...So Big N-E-K-S...Stop talkin coz u wastin ur breath...Gettin stressed that much...u'll meet an early death...Sayin hello to ur grave...knowin Mad Dog left u depraved...like a housewife wit a husband who labels her his slave...slavin away in the kitchen...like u, when she speaks all she's doin is bitchin...the chain on her necks gettin tighter and constrictin...like a boa...whats up Big?...u think i owe ya...Na i dont so crash in ur Nova...Townie bitch dont say i told ya...when i cut ya brakes...and ur hearts beatin slower...till it stops...so this is where i get off...see ya BigNeks hope to hear from ya...NOT!!!

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