SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
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This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism, I'd imagine.
Tear it up!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so us mods don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism, I'd imagine.
Tear it up!
I slam niggaz like car doors//
one 8t seven markin territories so you better mark yours//
I walk around in tha hood tryin to start wars//
Let a nigga talk I'll have em lookin like a dart board//
You know me and I'm here to caoch ya//
I told ya you know I hold bread like toasters//
Last edited by one 8t seven; September 21st, 2004 at 12:46 PM
Broken Skrolls flippin addicted bitches to dick
leatha....hooks.....and whips
don't.....forget, gaped pussy lips,
fuck fingers i use my whole fist, to penatrate the bloddy spliffs
it turned that isn't a myth, when it sunk past my wrist
to find out this place excisted inside of a trick
but im not pullin shit out, this ain't a magic show
it didn't take a magician to figure that she was a ho
lol shoud of posted in that one bitch cypher but o well anything goes
Lets have a battle set everything up and I'll go first
who me?
yeah
Chea, see skrolls there aint anyone up in here that likes u...
Get da hint u aint wanted, thats y all these cats fight you...
Despise you, and ya soon to die crew, fuckin pussies is soft...
Tryna front, actin hard till i smash stay-z, this shit is gon b off...
Enjoy talkin now cuz we gon shut yo mouths, for good wit my shoe...
Fuckin foo, whatcha gon do cuz fuck sonnin 1 of u im sonnin da whole crew.
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Join the thoroughest crew on RB here.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
Beef Beef Beef that's all I see in this thread
I guess cats lettin those few props go to they head/
I see there's been alot goin on in my absence
UNS still startin shit, no shock there, they talkin wit a wacksent/
But it's all about who better than who
When I could personally run through yo whole crew/
Don't think since I ain't been here that I forgot about it
So just say you squashin the beef, y'all know I'm hot so don't doubt it//CID
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Ite yo sum1, tel this bitch 2 keep his mouth shut/
That bitch cant rhyme,...wen is diks smaller dan my cigarette butt/
Please retire from the game/ save ya sorry ass the shame/
Ya cant be like me when im getin my name in the hall o fame/
"Consider it done?", da only thing uve ever done is ya own mum/
Intense?.... more like incest! U wer the father of her second son/
Bitch u cant handle these rhymes made of balls of fire/
fukin liar, aint a rap fligher, quit... and go join ya high scholl choir/
Ye bitch UNS represent
-United-Nation-Syndicate-
-Broken Skrolls-
-Stay-Z-
-Figure-
-NovA N.E.T.-
When these MCs spit, its like they've forgotten how 2 douse
while I sit n spit venom, cuz i'm simply rotten 2 the mouth
i've got dangerous breath, anyone approachin will git maimed in his steps
plus i'll neva strike out, even if i was engaged in a game wit the Mets
from the second i start on this cypher, i'ma leave fire in my wake
my destruction outmatches that of the torrential wind spires n the quakes
politicians think I'm controversial, so they feel they require some debate
but i'ma one-man-choir of hate, advisin that they be fired from the states
n when I be retirin wit cake, i'll make an empire fo the great
so i can reside there without worry of all the liars n the snakes
to these heathens n goblins, i'm seen as an unreasonable problem
they be sendin shots in my direction--but i easily dodge 'em
i slaughter 'em niggas fo beef, even tho thaz a bull's purpose
n if u didnt know unXtatic---now u've got the full surface
yeah that's that my backs gonna crack
I'm stressed cus whack emcees try to rap on tracks
I can elevate under pressure hard as car jacks you don't know what mark packs
In the dark khacks make'n large stacks I can fight whites and spar blacks
whatever you want I got, I'm hot pot goes in my head out my nose like snot
who got shot? me but I got a plot in my crany and a plot in the cemetary
for that fairy, mercenary that's me let's see if you have the speed
I'm in the lead feed dick to 3 chicks in need
weed so key'd I can hardly read but still can make a pussy bleed
don't slip I stick to it the point and my lip sticks to joints
I can't think you ask a question I'll just blink
the farther you sink the longer you'll drink
I can't freestyle right now I stink
crazed with passion, blast away to the sky and hear the angels cry
black to dark, embark on a new philosphy to live life, queston everything with why
shatter the opposing side with force that surpasses the limits of the supernatural
configure our reality to my need, shaping triangles to sqaures and circles to ovals
im a felon, ive broken the laws of physiques and rebelled against mother nature
somewhat insane, ive left the equator of the earth with an extensive fracture
play with the elements, i can take the hydrogens out of h2o and leave a drought
or break the cycles of respiration and photosynthesis, and have you suffocate
synically devise the blueprint of the apoclaypse, rid of light with an eternal solar eclipse
psycho, or i can kill with man's most destuctive creation the gun, and empty all clips
round the world and more and more, im the better one of the race
you can mark on the board and express your opinion, but watch me erase
Yo, when i flow, my spoken grammar is like a smokin hammer
while these lowly MCs stay unfocused like broken cameras
so i dont jus give 'em lessons---i bestow 'em a picture
wit vivid words of imagery, plus a tone thaz a 4 on the Richter
on freestyles, i got niggas in a death clutch like a boa constrictor
that goes fo any battle too, whether or not i'm known as the victor
no quotable scriptures--jus rappin whatever arrives in ma' cortex
so me usin prewrittens? thats a slim chance, like survivin a vortex
rhymes is a hex, ma' verbal pesticide leave yall messed up n vexed inside
I've got what the vets describe as what would perplex the wise
yall lack substance, think i'm pussy? well thaz a tough diss
cuz that makes yall celibate, so therefore--ya cant touch this
Nova Net yo wackness don't deserve a answer
Hall of fame, you? You'll never get a chance ta/
Ever get inducted
So please refraim from spittin that fuck-shit/
But if you really want it you gone need yo clique to help too
Ask B.S I'm sure that that bitch'll help you//CID
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early morning, prepare for learning while the herb is burning
A steady yearning, waiting patiently through the twisting and turning
Rolled perfection, blunt cut and guts spilled from the mid-section
Steady hand surgical precisions enough to have a kid stressin
Sativa, herbal remedy mind reliever to elevate myself to awareness
Make a total believer out of those who doubt it in all fairness
sorry..chiefin
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