closed thread, re-opened

<~\\.. WRITTEN BY SBU ..//~>

I'm "average"? damn, wait..
if average, add H.. I H'ave-rage'.
you're average 'mode' not the 'mean'er com'median'.
you only "throw lighters" of mine like prometheus.
your flips were kindof sick, truesay..
I'd still "slit wrists" till it leaves Cheese no blue veins.
I'll break Cheese down like a fondue. whatsmore..
made backward like edam, it's not hard like roque-forts.
"head and shoulders over me"? nah, the script's wrong.
punches over your head like I go ham with stilt-on.
It'll serve him right if I drop the Cheesybacon;
take this tip-off like you're a sleepywaiter.
I'm so sick with this it's epidemic.
"stuck on flickers" didn't fit like epileptics.
my raps are advanced so adapt to the art.
"awe-well" 'Or-well'.. it's Animal Farm.
I'm in charge and you're in range.. fam, please;
you herd my sh*t and it hits like stampedes.
if you ever attain acclaim it's just brief fame.
"sh*t is ignited", the way they'll make 'me thane'.
your drops'd burden cyphers but you're not a worthless writer.
your lyrics are "pigsh*t" so man-u're fertiliser.
or, "pig sh!t" lyrics, the kid spits manure.
Cheese ain't strong yet.. it's immature.
"legend" someday maybe true.. but for now just pay me dues..
"legend" falls short and your leg'ends in babyshoes.
your wit's less deep and your sh*t's less street.
"rip a star off the wall" like you're princess peach.



...holy sh!t man.. I enjoy your reads but.. ^ you for real?? Damn...

We're definably a dying breed, show the bovine's fears.
Its a crime-to-see an ending dynasty but know I'm here..
and Its-time-to-see what lies-beneath the-blinded-scene; steez slow my tears..
And ill 'flow' what's "fine-to-'sea" til the coast-line-is-near.

I come 'hard' like if with armor smooth attached with wisdom...
..an I "cum 'hard" on bars like "too much crack in system.."

Lyricism, a-soil-patch.. a-royal-craft attacked like 'women'.
..to bring-it-back ill 'attract' til my loyal-raps-coil-wrapped-in-linen..

Cheesybacon has been getting murdered by SBU haha. He had another drop him that was crazy too.

Aha yea, he's a lyricist.. there's a difference between them and rappers. Lyricists focus on mastering the art of writing, the 'craft'ing of words and poetic elements.. alliteration, metaphores, puns.. word play in general.
(If your texting) It's hard to 'out rap' a writer..

Yo shaadow,
I'm so strong, I'll smack ya with a napkin and stumble backwards, laughin at ya cracked chin
I make music wit ya face, its my muse-it brings me to serenity
And I'm so intune with my enemies, stay stuck in the back of ya head like president kennedy
insane, like medically,
A psycho, so I'll slash ya, even in the shower, I'll still splish-splash in this blood bath
I heard ya 'Hitch'ed'c0ck' through the seventies, and even after seven knees, your technique couldn't pleasure teens, caught up in virginity
silly me, you bop c0ck with a quota, so you couldn't handle more rock loads if you drove a kubota.
and meanwhile, while you log up on sea miles, i look back for ya and see miles.

I'm bored as f4ck hah

Btw, any idea why those threads near the top closed? I was tryna get in on some battling but its all closed now. smh.

No clue bra.
^^ an ill be at you in the morning aha

Alright, swag and swag.

You can cross me in a fight. How though? what would that accomplish?
I can blot out your 'light' and use your shadow as an accomplice;
..honest,
Hitch 'cocked' through the seventies like a weaponry presentee..
You're "fresh'man" but less than me. ill 'C. Miles' over seven seas.

If Kennedy, ill sever thee. my crosshairs reflect back a true pysco..
I'll go 'con air' and Let rag gag til you're suicidal.

No new disciples,
ill spill RNA, drop 'C's like Citosine..
..this cats so far from the hood you could say he's a limousine.

Listen to me,
I've '..Stone' like subscribers; ..play canasta, an grope much poverty.
I'll take you to Alaska, than higher, an spread you over a'tobuK' property.

Originally Posted by shaadow

You can cross me in a fight. How though? what would that accomplish?
I can blot out your 'light' and use your shadow as an accomplice;
..honest,
Hitch 'cocked' through the seventies like a weaponry presentee..
You're "fresh'man" but less than me. ill 'C. Miles' over seven seas.

If Kennedy, ill sever thee. my crosshairs reflect back a true pysco..
I'll go 'con air' and Let rag gag til you're suicidal.

No new disciples,
ill spill RNA, drop 'C's like Citosine..
..this cats so far from the hood you could say he's a limousine.

Listen to me,
I've '..Stone' like subscribers; ..play canasta, an grope much poverty.
I'll take you to Alaska, than higher, an spread you over a'tobuK' property.

this might be unkind but your stuff's not done right..
you're barely a writer so yes you "sub-scribe".
I drop seas like neptune.. you "drop Cs" I drop Zs and drift off.
this sh*t is hiphop. you want "to-b-u.k" writing brit pop.

you "spilled RNA" like you wrote your own genome.
you fall short posing in hoods like a G' gnome.
"poverty".. but rhymes are rich if you spend time.
the brother's grimm; ..kid's not on the breadline.

you know I constantly remind ya why you want to be a writer.
My "property" is finer than the proper-tea in china.
I've eloquent brutal relevant truthful deadly manouveres.
you'll be packed in the trunk. flows like elephant mucus.
you're stretched and pretentious but won't leave in a "limousine",
you'll f*ck off with more love lost than limbo's seen.

What you write is half-@ssed, 'j@ck@ss'.. my crafts raps are 'Dunn' right..
you trip, so snagged the bad bag of 'caps' for gun fights..
...I'm the kind of guy who 'posts'-up like flag-staffs in sunlight...
...You can write straight-up 'to the side' an lack rapping "up'right"

You need rescue, ill out-text you and ..harvest aspires..
And if you're 'Neptune', yes-you, are farthest from 'fire'..
I'll drop seas like Luna, step's in 'space' ..like a flip-flop'.
..an ill drop degrees have you freeze in place like a "brit-'pop"

I don't bother with 'grimm', brothers mirg so rap's a family..
And on the tree, my fathers limb, from the girth stems vanity.
I've always been uncannily handedly fancy;
An I "release 'grands" like steeze camps and brief grants of amnesty.

Originally Posted by shaadow

What you write is half-@ssed, 'j@ck@ss'.. my crafts raps are 'Dunn' right..
you trip, so snagged the bad bag of 'caps' for gun fights..
...I'm the kind of guy who 'posts'-up like flag-staffs in sunlight...
...You can write straight-up 'to the side' an lack rapping "up'right"

You need rescue, ill out-text you and ..harvest aspires..
And if you're 'Neptune', yes-you, are farthest from 'fire'..
I'll drop seas like Luna, step's in 'space' ..like a flip-flop'.
..an ill drop degrees have you freeze in place like a "brit-'pop"

I don't bother with 'grimm', brothers mirg so rap's a family..
And on the tree, my fathers limb, from the girth stems vanity.
I've always been uncannily handedly fancy;
An I "release 'grands" like steeze camps and brief grants of amnesty.

you're a decent writer, but the worst rapper.
"farthest"? it's 'fathered' "from fire" like the sperm's magma.
I'm sunning shaadow, he's not in my sight line.
you'll never catch shaadow with lights off at night time.
you 'try-tons' but 'triton's as "lunar" to "neptune".
I'm runnin through shaadow like I'm playing tenchu.
I focus and write more. you know that you bite yours.
if shadow gets big then I'm close to the lightsource.
shaadow's inconsistant like candle's motion or lamps are broken.
"dropped degrees"? the student's proven to lack devotion.