yeah we movin on up, like George and Weezy
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yeah we movin on up, like George and Weezy
We Need Full Crew Co Ops Where Basically....naw Hit Me Up So I Can Tell You
lol werd.........
heres my try-out
heres a line
i spit lyrikal madness,
shit you you cant see or equal to with 20-20 vision equipped wit glasses//
heres a battle
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=148763
ok i like your rhymes alot..but you need to even your lines up a little bit man...that way the flow sounds a little better...try that..then come back..or just post another tryout...with better structure...
aight i want in 4 both these crew battles
7 people on one collab noone is gonna read its too long like 18 bars each more than 126 bars and hook = more than a half hour to read ....we should do 2 seperate collabs relateing to the same story..the first should get them so in to it that there goin to wanna read part 2 of the story....and the part 2 should end with a twist that ppl didnt expect ....just an idea ppl
why the h8 on my chingy rap
oh yeh mc animal sup homie hit me up in pm or sumfin aint spoke 2 u in ages
I would be in it, but I probably won't be able to make it
Peep this battle
V V
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I want God, I dropped RB 2 days before we were spose to go at it in LLL Jr. and now I'm back. But of a nice rivalry we had going back like 9 months ago.
hey just droppin a few lines right here...ima mainly a topical and om writer...i dont do battle shit on the comp that much buh im sick wit it live....so heres my...
(Ayo check it...)
With the opening to every page dopeness masquerades
As poetry that persuades and ropes you in my maze
You've been coaxed inside my raincloud playground
Where I musically lay down foundations to a great sound
Spit floods and spray rounds of rapid fire tight saliva
If I time it right you'll catch the flight and ride the wire
Majestic rhyme messiah, interested in spinning webs
Until there's no ink left and I've completely finished lead
Kicking beats into your heads, speaking all that's fresh
And forget measuring effort, critique my pouring sweat
I release my all, my best, so it sweeps you off your feet
Now the DJs only return to retrieve their fallen beats
If speech was all of me I'd expose my soul orally
Insted I enclose poems inside a broken bone's mortuary ..
PEACE...
true dat - son.
I may end up being a one man crew - imma just have all my aliases
Your not knew I'll tell you that much, your concepts for punches are played out the ass. But from this your OM and Topical shit looks like it would be tight, drop a piece of that.