Rip That Bitch Above You!

[Reality Check]

lol...funny man

Dude understand I'm one man, you want a friend? Buy a dog or a bird =]
Cause I'm like Tony, "All I got in this world are my balls and my word"
Flow vicious, my rhymes come together like artists with doodles
You dudes is raw-meat, I'm a Pit you'se just Poodles...Grrr!
Ha-ha I'm one of the few and only, real punchers alive. You new to this dude
Cause I'll flip ya block up just like those Rubix cubes...omg!
I'm that cracked shell outta the dozen, I fuck wives and murk they husbands
Cant believe you got respect for me, You must be one outta the hundreds
Cause when people say who likes Russia? its silent
But every hand in the thread waves up when they say "Who doesn't?"
Basically I dissed myself, and I cant wait for the dis one-five-one-seven
Cause I got this fucking cypher locked down after this drop has ended
Whoever drops after, Russian Assassin a have you broken
Cause When Russian drops, its the same shit as saying God has spoken

[~kronicalz~]

listen dude i was bored and i'm stoned...
so when you spittin like you god man i'm laughin/
i'm done for a while i'm sick of this rappin....
but i'm so fucked up you'll see me killin the zarr screamin for mother russia/
dude if you got what it takes then blow it as i bust ya/
plant the bomb in the white house and i won't touch ya/
but that still wouldn't stop me from fuckin yo motha...
shit did i do it again man i need some new priorities/
cause i'm sick of hittin up these half assed chick sirorities/
it's borin me come on R.A. lets see where fourties be

[Reality Check]

Going against me I'm a Spartan, you dead in an instant no kidding
Getting high and sitting flat on ya ass is what this dude calls a situated living
I'm a dog you'se a kitten, grrr! Your styles been chewed up and bitten
Flow acapela, an inner city fella, Who lives off hustlin of hood rats n dwellers
I'm not the best speller, but when it comes to rap...Your deaf,dumb, n blind
start calling you Helen Keller....brrrattttt
Your one of the many, who try and pretend to stand out from the plenty
Just past the Henny, sit down and collect ya pennies
Fat fuck eating at dennies 24/7, dont make me call Jenny- WHAT! (Craig)
I create rhymes that make no sense until the drop, its kinda hot
Cause the odds of you winning are your battle record, same as the slots
We go shot for shot, and you punching kinda hard! PAUSE (Borat) NOT!!!!

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...vs-358664.html BTW VOTES PLEASE ON THISSSS

[BriK YeLLa]

stretched out bars dont give ya rhymes a better look
assasin are you spittin lines or writin a fukin book
my tactics sweep you off the mat the exact look is past shook
you the big brat when you out rook ya get ya ass took
and i aint talkin homosexual but ya script kinda funny
you a loner, a net geek that beat yaself like a crash test dummy
you aint past that you runnin , bars look like a discussion
im on the beat of the percussion yo shit weak thats why you russian

[god_of_intellect]

haha how pathetic

a spartan in russia?
i murder u telekenetically....i dont have to touch ya/
"im a dog you'se a kitten?" lol then u claim to bring raw shit?/
ur inappropriate lyk retards trying to argue with logic/
in fact here's a suggestion.....just forfeit/
its evident u excel in bullshit rapping/
lol russian ass-assin...ur wak man thats wats crack-ing/
ur lyk a man with amputated arms claimin to handle men/
besides spelling u also lack intelligence/
so forget rappin and just become an author/
i dont have to diss u coz u gettin urself slaughtered/
so take ur tym wen reading this...dont do it quickly/
coz i'll have u lyk poker playas screaming "hit me hit me"/

[tmoneyDIG]

Get the fuck outta here you suck,
On the mic u are prude, I'll fuck u up,
Think ur smart with them replayed lines,
I have boincin' to mine,
Even though you're ashamed to admit it,
Soon as I hit you with this one, you'll quit it,
You neva said nothin you ain't seen on TV,
God? u lower than the dude workin at BP,
I rip you up, eat words like a buffet,
Then I smoke out like puffy,
Used to I boost dudes shit and sell it quickly,
I'll sell you're Ipod back to u for a bill fifty,
Got a record so I gotta struggle more than most,
I burn u haters up just call u toast,
If I get killed I'll haunt u wit my ghost,
Ur done son, wacker than the bitch that birthed you,
I make u sick after this diss I call it word flu,

[BriK YeLLa]

tmoney your pockets empty and ya verses is trash
you worse off then fags yall alike pucci virgins and mad
i bet you first up in class front seat biggest nerd up in math
skipped class cuz you heard i was mad, "weak"
its no wining streak for you , you went 0 out 3
you put that "o" between "h_e", i make coasters out ya demo cd
now how in the .........you gon fuk wit me

[Roll]

Man, you cant even fight bitch
no one likes briks
grab the machete n chop him like bricks
get broken down n bagged up...fag WHAT
ya rhymes wack the nine blast he fell quick
his moms at the funeral yell briks
over ya body with god she can beg n plead
but my only response is
whatta waste of egg n seed

[Roll]

Man, you cant even fight bitch
no one likes briks
grab the machete n chop him like bricks
get broken down n bagged up...fag WHAT
ya rhymes wack the nine blast he fell quick
his moms at the funeral yell briks
over ya body with god she can beg n plead
but my only response is
whatta waste of egg n seed

[god_of_intellect]

geez u boys r impaired!!

"no one likes bricks?" how about u use them to build a career/
its evident that ripping a mic is sumthing that will take u alot of lightyears/
ur style is disgusting so ROLL ON like cheap deodorants/
u can barely punch, ur non existent skill is softer that sentiments/
none of u are half as sublime/
so ima BREAK UR NECK coz u cant even BUST-A-RHYME/
lol i bring the typa skill u shudnt fiddle with/
coz all u OESTROGENIC bastards are wak....PERIOD/
so ya'll betta recognise...the god of intellect/
i will only perish the day parallel lines intersect/

[~kronicalz~]

check it, claimin you a god when you ain't shit/
you bustin verses that be ancent/
my shit is the matrix/
the basis pf the basics/
and it makes you erase shit/
so face it i blaze this.....
and when i come down it's like a plague i'm killin off emcees/
the god of war versus the god of intellect bitch please/
you get smacked up and broken knees wearin leg braces/
i leave you faceless, when i make this....
talkin bout Bust A Rhyme and sublime/
you keep bringin up famous people while i'm gettin mine/
every line every rhyme ever time i spit em you cry/
wishin you die cause it makes you wish you would die from the humiliation/
i'mma keep my composure even though you edgin me on....
i got entitlement FUCK YOU..... you hear what he said to me/
even though his image ain't cut out to what he said it be

[Reality Check]

I'm acidic, i melt your bars to a compound of atoms, then Splat em'
Remind me of McLuvin when you say you rock "The-Vest"...FAGEL!
You look like Aladdin!
I'm dealt pocket rockets on a basis, Kronicalz sitting strong with his "FACES"
He say, "all-in" you know I'm calling, He say Kings...with a smirk! eh, Aces.
Tough luck to these young bucks, think if they all in, they automatic stole it
I could fold it, but i know hes bluffing, I could beat the game blind-folded
Cause when it come to odds, I play the person cards is worthless
Plus everyone know only time Kronicalz is "CUMMING-HARD"
When his boyfriend on a phone, saying he shirtless

[bUddaH`bLessed`]

Ima kill this bitch quit, cuz i aint really feelin this slob
personals were fire?, you must be givin bullet rim jobs
Jay z aint no russian king and neither are you
i couldnt figure out whos a bigger biter between either of you
Wolverine? ya im eatin him too/You got pocket rockets, what for you n your crew?
cmon dawg, you scared of me your fat ass is sweatin pounds off
aces?, your a queen- and im takin this bitches crown off
last rhyme but ima sun this dude silly
you aint runnin PA you just runnin in philly

[~kronicalz~]

fuck this fat bitch buddah/
as i make this shit luda-cris/
and i make him poor becoming lucrative....
be sure your attentive, cause i end shit leave you ended/
hope you hurt and unsplended/
i take your cash from your nose and spend it/
you offended? not yet, aight here come the hard shit/
the discard shit disreguarded and dismissed/
wit a half extended fist bitch.
and i destroy you wit my quickness usin my agility/
runnin circles around you spillin my ability/
killin the stability feelin me?.....
enemies sub kronic.....
super club on shit/
lemme be honest buddah i hate you/
send you to jail without bail on the longest yard and let curly rape you/
you fake you/ as i remake you i baked somebody mistaked you for a rapper/
but you a souljah boy laugh atter faker

[~kronicalz~]

fuck this fat bitch buddah/
as i make this shit luda-cris/
and i make him poor becoming lucrative....
be sure your attentive, cause i end shit leave you ended/
hope you hurt and unsplended/
i take your cash from your nose and spend it/
you offended? not yet, aight here come the hard shit/
the discard shit disreguarded and dismissed/
wit a half extended fist bitch.
and i destroy you wit my quickness usin my agility/
runnin circles around you spillin my ability/
killin the stability feelin me?.....
enemies sub kronic.....
super club on shit/
lemme be honest buddah i hate you/
send you to jail without bail on the longest yard and let curly rape you/
you fake you/ as i remake you i baked somebody mistaked you for a rapper/
but you a souljah boy laugh atter faker