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I rip apart battles like a footlong blunt,
I'm twisted, ripped up yo' girls used cunt,
This is just a taste-test, just a sample,
I turn your best flow into a scramble,
Rippin' on your six-line freestyle verse,
Comeon bitch, my nine'll put you into a hearse.
I'll be honest, and admit it, I'm a cracka,
But hey bitch, my drive-by's will put you six feet undah.
:thumbup:
Equipped, well adapt to spitting raps to an art
Split your ass, like I was sharpshooting caps through your heart
Im far cooler, how you gon fool ya ass to *uh
compared, you far from meh, Im a master, bastard fucks
Im spittin crazy drunk, hitting quicker with Bars
Ive got rabies dog, Bite me, Ill make you sicker than sars
Lift you with arms thicker than trunks, cut to perfection
Nigga. You stretchin your style, while bent you can get fucked any second
Yes Its Me Again, Now You Pussies Could Go Back To Your Hiding,
Im Jus Survivin Every Obstacle The World Thinks Of Providin,
Formerly Skitzo, Now That Im Reborn People Say Im Nicer,
Cuz On The Threads I Got More Power Than The Moderaters Of This Cypher,
Dudes Who Go And Search My Posts Feel Nothin But The Envy,
My Shorty Got The Face Of 'tina Mili*, But A Booty Like She Remy,
I Got All The Charm That A City Nigga Has,
So You Could Suck My Dick (Cuz All The Pretty Bitches Have)...
______________
*Christina Milian
I cant be bothered with the squalor mundane profane cyphers have to offer,
When I speak it aint me fuck my ego killed it with a ten strip o cid years ago,
my flow like a crow scavenging smart distrust of humans I play the part,
rip apart eat the heart liberate exterminate make haste to turn enemies to paste lay waste, quick death offered, step up to the plate all haters and mockers,
vocab stabs at ya abs while to last breath grab, make ya mad then tell you which one of your suspected moms I had,
gift of gab blab, tie you up then remove lose the scab, lick ya wounds I comin soon this time your doom ends in your tomb,
Am I the best? Do the skills I posess? Never less than full court press for success competition dont kn ow with whom they messed they fail the test.
Heads and shoulders above, focused, poet on par
when I post you know it, cos im like a locust on sars
biblically sick, lyrically bring you closer to scars
when ive masterd the flow, you hoes still hopeless on bars
you bastards should know, when you battle me toe to toe
Im accurate I smack so hard that I will shatter your dome
Splatter your throne, blow everything that ever mattered had gone
You wannabe rappers get thrown, after I gather your bones
and crush them into a pulp, and mix em into a soup
You see I grew, slew niggas when i flew from my groups
Uns, pb, and Lg no beef seriously,
but im back, before ya'll didnt take me seriously
deliriously, I've got you drunk off my style,
addicted to lines when I write, I got ya'll reciting my rhymes,
so im climbing the line, still trying to acquire some fire
more talent to burn before I spurn, rest and expire
So I, keep going and flowing, even if none of ya'll listen
cos a real diamond dont need nobody lookin to glisten.
Miss Lady, Miss Chase styles is never miss placed
I roc the crowd and ya jaw harder than bass
My rymes a have you testafing harder than Ma$e
I breaks many hearts with my D-town smile
And craken many heads open with this D-Town style
The girl shes wild, the girl shes on fire
You could touch the heaven if my dro' mad you any higher
I drive to inspire, and let these hoes know
that I'm quit to put the hurten down toten the 4 4
Now lets see you bitches get low
Even lower like Chris Roc said
It so easy for me to put you bitches to bed
Got niggas avoidin the post like Eryl Boykins/ Only a real balla can be 4'll and still back Shaq up/ I look like Popeye doing pushups after eatin Spinach/ Even though the drama is endless/ I'm Dominate like Serenna Williams in Tennis/ Finish a sentence like Old Age Philosopher/ Socratez or even Plato i'm reloadin clips of nines placin catz EnFuego better lay Low like Osama OVer Seas/ I leave Mc's weak like SWV/
I'm a respectable person that may turn crazy instantaneous
i could fuck u over harder than michael jackson like hes pounded lil kids anus
spit 2 rhymes simultaneous while the verses spit off the top miscellaneous
dont gotta cuss but its fucking essential
filled like a kit and caboodle with oodles of potential
you can suck my noodle and not have to wory i'll keep it confidential
experimental only, keep it gental
ill remain cool but if u bite on my dick ima act a fool
can someone, anyone please vote for my battle with macdizzle and remeber to click whoever u vote for on the poll too heres the link:
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=155878
thanks to all who place theire votes, weather it be on him or me
i'll smack any bitch bitin the fam jewels,
quick to slam boo, her eye caught a nice tan too,
just playin, i love women,
who love swimmin, naked as a jaybird,
lettin me cum in 'em,
could it be your old lady?, maybe,
dont hate me, its just the way God made me,
so it cant be my fault if my dick does my thinkin
im only a man, and stan-ley does my thinkin
i got a power tool,
makes girls jowels drool,
i even give 'em the good old golden shower too
God Damn, MC's Be Like All-Wack.
You Need To Elevate A Bit, And Get The Fuck Off Of My Ball Sack.
Infact, If Yall Keep Comin' Like That.
i'm Gonna Slap At Your Caps
And Watch Yall Fall Flat.
You Think Yall Can Front Well You're Dead Wrong.
i'm Taking On This Website Fuckin' Head-On.
You Wanna Test This, Than Get Your Thread-On.
i burst into the rhyme headstrong
im ill, step too close and i leave ya health wrong
spreadin diseases without the use of a penis
theres no crease in my shit its just seamless
why would i change it on purpose if its perfect
you worthless heads get murdered and deserve it
im dope with bars im dope with cars
im dope with gurls and dope by far
im dope dope dope and ill ill ill
so much that i can kill kill kill
my flow forms an art that leave people debatin/
is he a rap artist or a genious with mental retardation/
i flow free with no true direction/
your rhymes is softer then a 90 year old mans erection/
SL!CK
killing victims before it starts just preparing~for~the~next
just merked the last cat while he's still staring~at~the~text
wanna do collaborations? jigga ur pairing~with~the~best
i ball, i rhyme, im tall, im fine i do the "WHOLE THING"
they call me an average leader but im only "Joe-King"
i smoke silver, gold n platinum u can say i "ROLL BLING"
Why tell you how bad I am and make you feel like shit?
I'll fight your illest verse with one fist, that's right, Matrix.
And Morpheus aint got a blade that can match my lyrical sword,
I come like Mace Windu, a Bad Mother Fucker full of force.
I'm an alphabet romancer, got letters arranging to please me,
While feedin your girl alphabits the morning after her box squeezed me.
Words jumpin through hoops, avoidin chutes and climing ladders,
a mouth and mind on me that'll leave your brain scattered,
leave your tongue tattered,
leave your style confused like scientists and dark matter.
When you get your lady back and she tells you you aint shit?
Just come back to RB and remember my first drop was this.
We’ll be viciously victorious till the industry stops whoring us,
Because every single single in the market be boring us,
It’s full of foreigners when it should be full of UK on tour and thus,
I Bust for more of us till we’re all not poor and trussed
Up in the game, its plain we currently have nothing to gain,
Even if we don’t want fame,
Lame rappers take that and act tame,
And every single one of them sounds the same ,
Plainly it’s on me to be the mc everybody wants me to be,
I decree that the game needs a new face to see, as in me,
And by Me I imply DI, the sly dragon awry,
Spitting fire in the sky from August to July.
ima rap about my self cus i like myself dont need no cars or any wealth
jus keep good health..all types of woman been felt i keeppin there hands below my belt
yeh i live a good life but it aint all dat easy..
gotz to rap on rap forums without soundin cheesy
not much of a event i know but sum1 gotta teach these hoe's
bitchs say im dope niggas say im dope why not jus call me dope
ridin wit me better grab yer coat ill take yer places yer aint been make yer head float
most people have bad days i dont, everyday is like a hoilday
mix it up wit a bit of foreplay...so happy have yer singin hyms allday
u think thats all that good about my life wait till saturday
who considered thy self as dope ?/
my creativity is endowed on these feasible folks//
dudes brag about their style, some of it is ignorant/
i put the embarrassment upon they cheeks turning a pale pigment//
never coped with the braggin', cuz peeps common sense is lackin'/
ive been thinkin' on sudden movements, a new danger is happenin'//
i get mid-evil , like in the middle of being content,and hazardous/
clearin' out clamity in numbers like the grieve in Exodus //
your merely average in comparison I'm the best ever born
dont battle me, thas pointless you'll get a new ass torn
touch me once your twice dead
i'm just so damn dope
my rhymes are the greatest invention since sliced bread
My typin's tough, about to tear the cypher up, split the mic and dutch
Hyped and stuff, V.P rippin guys 'n kickin rhymes its on midnight- ya time is up
yo
young $al is back,
still young an mean.
i came hype shit up,
an grace da scene.
wit my lyrical talent,
an flows dat tell da truth.
i already got fans,
an i aint been ta da booth.
but dats why i'm on here,
tryin ta spread my skills across da nation.
i keep da stage so hot,
u could fry some bacon.
but why am i tellin yall stuff,
dat yall already know.
cuz when i get on da comp an type,
u know u in 4 a show.
i'd done said wat i had ta say,
so i'm bouts bounce.
an i'ma take my grace wit me,
an leave u wit bars ta count.
piece. :thefinger
Likely i ain't to be taken lightly
Guns and rifles slightly
Set my mind-deck on the scrach and spin back
On the big bag full of weed and that shit
That didn't bounce went through yo head
Like all that burining lead not the bullet thou
Not yet and what for, all i care is fo show
It ain't raw blasting pits as low
As hell hole lower more, or even so
Die! no don't got money to slow
Lord ain't aceepting and I ain't going to hell
Time raised me well taught me all I shall
Purusue my dream now, to sell...
What? thats waht i thought crack on the back block?
Maybe guns to some dawg... Nah il wirte a song
A meter long
about love and a thong,
About how me so strong,
How the shit i do is wrong,
About me squared smoking a bong
Me climbing towers like king-kong
Yeah thats it I got it now its all about somehow
ME all me you people can't see that im not he
And certanly not she, Im a thug on a back block
Free, yeah you like that it doesn't flow well
Well it doesn't have for it to sell, my style is swell
Like your face after you get some tacobell
How about that, im gonna repeat my rhymes now
"Dawg im copying my rap" "a wnna be!" WOW
philosophically they aen't no stoping me/
my rhymes are more addicted then poppey seeds
/ if you don't know that where they get the heroin from/
you can climb a mountain and/ you still would'nt be on my level son
/ 5'11 190/ this nigga's all muscle/
i take ova blocks/ kinda like Bill Russell
u talking about beating me/
well you gonna be needing some help/
i hate to brag/ but that the only way i can talk about myself
On da mic I'm a KILLA but don't fuck with da SQUAD
Da way this MR. SPIT some say I'm DEF BY MOUF
I told'em fuck'em I'm a RENEGADE...
TORCHin muthafuckas then handin them out band-aids
The weakest link is CHITOWN DA RIDDLA
I did'nt say good bye but took his YUNG FACE like Jack da Rippa
DUVALRAPSTAR is like an OREO...moist and soft in da middle
Someone wanted to be da first black SHADOWSK8TER
I asked how you gonna achieved that at da same time being a soulja?
I sliced the necks of 7TH PSALMM and VOETSEK
Evidence on my arms and palms the blood still drippin wet
I spent so much time on them didn't even get to me yet...............
KILLA SQUAD IS HOES..........NEED I SAY MORE!!!
Right before your eyes is someone you can't see
In da rap game I'm needed just like da air you breathe...
I'm cool like a breeze, leave da stage da crowd is pleased
Cuz ya boy keep it hot and popping like a pot grease...
You can leave, but I can stand da heat of da kitchin
Aint Musiq Soulchild but when I speak "JUSLISTIN"...
Relax, take notes, pay attention
As my voice go through these mic wires as I'm spitting...
Aint nobody on the same level as this fella
I'm high as da stars feelin light as a feather...
Aint nothing coward about me I aint yella
But I love cheddar, searchin for my black cinderalla...
Don't take to kind to authority ask da KILLA SQUAD
You can say I killed them all, but I didn't try at all...
UnrealDeal spittin from the top of my crainium
packin pistols with uranium, aimin em
straigt to the brains of anyone, that makes a run
in slow motion, bullets peirce and rip open
mass commotion, streets filled with blood deep as oceans
people scream as their submerged, in this chaotic verse
drowning as they become immersed, in this curse that only gets worse
sedating peoples irates,creating a place, n my akward mental state
filled with grace, minds become strong and carry their own weight
a place for me and friends, enimies enter and suffer in anguish
where we know each other like books and we speak our own language
u see a silhouette of a group of people u would normally forget
the fucked up ones who make you sweat,in our own world no longer a threat
together in our own zone,the unknown,just leave us alone
we erase the kin that are unlike our own, a place thats safe to us and to u a danger zone
--------------Edit: ment to put this in freetyle...oops... maybe someone could move it or something?
I rip emcees, when V.P grabs the mic, opponents get weakened knees/
My expertise increase when I spit, a wack rapper's quick to leave/
Beef & cheese go hand in hand, and I got more arms than Indian god/
When in comes to crime, I'm wanted in many states, your opinion is not/
Reminiscent of a pizza boy, the shit I deliver is hot/
Splittin ya plots, inflictin a lot of pain, you quiver when shots are fired/
And here's a tip: always use the rubber, like you were stockin tyres/
A walkin' holiday, my nickname is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin' screens
Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin' but light like the weight of a feather
See gettin' green is a damn sinch I'm the 22 inch grinch
I hog money, I'ma ball hog while haters is warming the bench
Smack the face off ya face, and that's all it takes
For me to make butter-boy, take my verse off his tapes
the Outsyder iced out, lights reflect off the face
Prolly could cough on a plate and make frosted flakes
When I open up the trunk it look so sweet
Presto I'm changin' Antwan to open Sesame Street
I'ma roll model for all geeks, they walk up and gimme dap
So many screens up in the slab, I'm drivin' a computer lab
In this game....
I'm sittin levels above, so cats always show Revel some love
peeps compete to be as hot as me, even the devil will shove
yall can doubt it, but i'm dope wit these lines of relevance
outshinin...makin some of yall look like u got rhyme impediments
i'm dope...period--look above & yall gon find the evidence
the most divine of elements couldnt define my emanence
like the rock-n-roll guitar strings, im tight like when it plays/
the beat rockin' with the drum sets, like Hiphop mixed with ROCK these days//
im ill like a touch of pneumonia, it's contagious for ya /
People , get diolated from resistence of this paraphernalia//
im hot like a parhelion on either side of the game/
with par excellence i dont have to abide by the fame //
yo, i come iller than aids bitch, im sicker than anthrax/
my flows is infectious, a lyrical train, ill hit you harder than amtrak/
you wanna step to this? come wit ya best, i command that/
takes some damn notes, come equiped or get ransacked/
i cause international catastrophies when i talk my words/
ill knock the world of its axis when i drop my verse/
ill chant a curse then leave you in the back of hearse/
i know thats played out,but shit, your fuckin raps are worse/
ill crash the earth, i'll grab and slash your worth, in half/
a lyrical avalanche get buried in my words, you gasp/
cuz your all out of oxygen, step out the boxing ring/
you cant contend with me, it aint so shockin when/
you throw in the towel, cuz you know im rockin shit/
knockin bitches out, i dont need no glocks or techs/
give me a mic and ill me steady droppin the hottest shit/
so if you wanna step to this, yo just drop me a line/
cuz on a scale from 1-10, imma top at a nine/
cuz im top of the line, droppin the ominous lines/
givin off one of the seven signs of armageddon/
apocalyptic rhymes, ill verbally stomp ya head in/
the lyrical prophet, philosophically, i gots to be honest/
my words come close to those of my homie nostradamus/
-NIGHTMARE DISCIPLES- :gfy:
Like the return of Jesus... nobody knew Jabs was coming
But if you battle me... I'll make you go to Jazz or something
I throw fists but you can give me two nines
And defeating any mc with the big head like Jimmy Neutron
Ain't letting the title below my name determine my skill
I was born sick... like a sperm that is ill
Nasty
you want me to brag, where should i start.
lets talk about my rags, and bloodly farts.
about my penis - the smallest body part.
or my largest - pulsating heart.
where i tear you apart,
like to ladies struggling over one shopping cart.
my brain needs that spark
from that nugget jar,
before the lights go out,
cause im scared of the dark.
Here I go again... with a brag or boast
These fags is toast...
Call me out for a challenge... but i don't battle I'll drag a host
Mad at most... my intensity is to smash the coasts
You gotta 'writer'... well fuck u I'ma grab the 'ghost'
Words I'll exchange if I see ya dime with a thick frame
Pretending to be passionate... you cat's need 'patents' to spit 'game'
Ignoring ya skull... you'll need a stitched brain
I'm murdering cats painfully... they go home and slit veins
Earning a quick name... jealousy makes cats wanna seise it
They say it's always somebody better than you... my mindstate won't let me believe it
Blazin out the kettles of hell, bringin fire on earth/
astronomical karma rushin when I serve outta hurt/
cursed till the day I die, to crush who don't know me/
hush ya'll fuckin mouths cause boney bitches..don't need/
to be cappin, i'll crack a bottle on ya'll heads tuff/
the scruffy rough young, i'll_rip_ya_tongue_out, buck/
so ya fuck boys can stop suckin so much nuts/
Dr.O keeps you alive to prescribe a knife to the gut/
get 5-0 in a rut since turkeys are for stuffin/
I'm a wild styled vile guy makin a_world_wide_ruckus/
bustin and havin all ya'll straight hemoreiging/
but when I'm done punishing, ya'll be glad you lost yo memory/
In the house of the critically insane, i'm the only psycho/
Dr.O for omnipotent in game for the very first title/
recite what ya'll will shrill and meek as you may be/
place ya'll in disgrace, fetal position like a babies/
just wanna say i think this is my best diss yet
shit the docta in the hooouuuse
ladies leave its time for the gay crowd
(talkin')"hi baby, fine lady wasn't talking to you anyway, so what's yo name"
"i'm scott and what the fuck you touchin my dame"
"sorry i didn't mean to..."
"of course you didn't i'd whoop yo ass but gay people sue")*
bitch i get more pussy than a pussy cat do
when i know that i'm gonna go to yo show
ill sit in the back row so i don't get amped and throw a blow
comin straight at you
so how long you gonna keep dissin
for one more hour or is it 2
damn you just don't listen do you
by the way we didn't double team you
you just suck he had to diss you
you are above him ain't you
ain't this forum called diss the bitch above you
doesn't state one above or 2
so fuck he chose the weaker one.... you.... (ohhhhh)**
*talking between mr. o and a made up scott
** like when you diss someone and people go ohhh
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...30#post1882530
so ahead of my time, i just rip kids and ask
the psychic of tomorrow is still predicting my past - ACc
I may be..the greatest rapper to spend time in the booth
to spit rhymes in a suit... I never lie I only prove
that the best is yet to come..beware..on the contrare
the drop next will use a Pun
I'm just so fresh I aint used to replacements
the label's want me..they prove they self embrasive
they need some patients..get a grip adn flip your timer sand
yu want thi boy hre then play boggle again
Hey MAh Names Zsquared,
I spell it out if your hearing Impared,
Z S Q U A R E D,
Yep I'm zack thats me,
Call me out and you'll see,
WHy they call me the Numba one MC,
I know I'm lyrically blessed,
Put me to the test,
AND you will see why I'm better then the rest.
My name pyro cause i spit fire alright
I mean my flow classic like the source give it 5 mics
some a yall motherfucks mad been seeking the lymelight
but im starring in the game while u ridin the pine. right?
i dont put a lotta time into a rhyme but every line read tight
...sorry let me boost a minute
how i got the rose gold wit the cubes that look frozen in it
brand new cope wit no roof pluse the windows tinted
and i know u feel the flow so yo go print it