Originally Posted by nateballer

My raps are phat and tighter than a mac snack wrap up the snatch of a fat d!ke
your p()ssy flows are whack every day of the month so pass the mic
I'm the big baller and your balls are smaller 'cause I take you to school, I'm the father and your the toddler
I tell you to SIT DOWN AND SHUT YA TRAP
everything you say can and will be used against you, i'm the law and this B!TCH CLOWN CAN"T FUCC WIT DAT.

dude you cant even rap if your very first line is a plagiarized lyric from fastlane by bad meets evil
but let me paint a picture here easel
for i like to cut loose
for i am the single
and i am the truth
but im also dakinng
got that to boot
but your lyrics are burned away
pop pop pop
firecrackers turned to soot
but my stuff is deep
choke you up with the treetment
now thats some roots
but why dont you find a way to choose
for when you copy and paste
all you get is boos

who the hell is nateballer?

Originally Posted by dakinng

dude you cant even rap if your very first line is a plagiarized lyric from fastlane by bad meets evil
but let me paint a picture here easel
for i like to cut loose
for i am the single
and i am the truth
but im also dakinng
got that to boot
but your lyrics are burned away
pop pop pop
firecrackers turned to soot
but my stuff is deep
choke you up with the treetment
now thats some roots
but why dont you find a way to choose
for when you copy and paste
all you get is boos

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat d!ke
Though I ain't wrapped tight
My blood type's the '80s!

compared to

My raps are phat and tighter than a mac snack wrap up the snatch of a fat d!ke
your p()ssy flows are whack every day of the month so pass the mic

thats the line you think I copied? I think mine paint a more vivid picture
I flip the script for a minute, here i'm makin' histor-y
lyrics here to stay like the hieroglyphics in the pictures
my lines are rock-solid can't flip the scriptures
my words make you madder than Social Justice Warriors drinking liquor gettin' triggered listenin' to my sick words
you on the outside courts while i'm going hard in the paint, you gotta learn to pivot inwards
'cause lyrically you ain't touchin' me, i'm higher than a hundred feet
jumpin' these punks like i'm dunkin' 3s
i'm blunted G, puttin' 16s in the bag while puffin' weed
stuffin' sheets like it was nothin' G.
and b!tcheses always wondering what my number be
when you talk to b!tches you always be st-t-t-t-ttuttering

Left hand holding the spliff
Right hand holding the blunt
U get lit with the gun
While I lit up the spliff n the blunt
Born sinner I know what Biggie meant
U ready to die bytch?
U aint know what it meant!
Get rich of die trying?
U desperate to make a living
I know a coward when I spot one!
U ish a bytchmade play ya part son!
U ain't done did it done made none!
Child of the 80's ur still stuck on whack son
Get wax son n don't give me extra lip like Mysonne!
That's a B. Magic line and u can get out done!
Keep running ur lip and get a lose tooth
Bytch move this is DTP when I spit Ludacrid at ya youth!
Short box while stretching the booth
Ya bytch give up her box for a used boot!
This is absurd for me to get on ya nerves
I serve u like a box lunch u don't deserve
Pick up ya curve ya sloping down hill
Spilling ya rice and bean U don't seem well
Killing ya slowly like a diet pill!
U been slimming on ya 16 like an anorexic teen still!

Hey Alliance.

Hey you made Nate Baller look like a great author.
Forget Smalldig, yours are way smaller.
Uh, you're kinda like Bomb. that's a ranged mortar.
Tried stepping to Dakinng like a lame pauper.
You gave Gangsta's words the same force as Kray's orders.
So many better rappers I'm surprised they made space for ya.
They're all so far ahead I'm surprised they still wait for ya.
They ain't prey for ya, they pray for ya.
Brain trauma; stay stuck in the same torpor.
I ain't play by the same laws that these knaves oughta.
As a kid I put a chainsaw to the shape sorter.
Life's like a glade corner the graves border,
And bleached bone erodes in the breakwater.

Yo this poet's a better Alliance than Shelley and Byron's.
Please, I mean, he's a seminal writer, the best of the fighters, an incredible liar.
It's kinda fine I surrender to violence coz I donate the bodies to medical science.

Hey, stay sober or it's game over..
"Lit with a gun" like lifting a blunt to a flamethrower.
You lost to Dakinng, just a tame poser,
He ought to change so I go alter reigns like a range rover.

Rappers are beasting savage.. animals seeming panicked..
Showing Nate-ya stuff? this ain't national geographic.
Nothing to show, your channels are screening static.
You're hardly Dakinng, his actions appeasing masses.
Scan the preceding clashes; fam the defeat was classic.
You rap like you 'cees are packing a lack of belief in rapping.
And the fatigue is massive.
Kinda like you catching a sleep in traffic:
Swagger that's weaving gassin' and a crash that'll leave him damaged.

My style's an intricate art, yours is all hate.
That's why you couldn't beat me ..or-Nate.

Yo you borrow from the guy above you, let's celebrate.
Coz you lost to Bomb ..and you're in debt-to-Nate.

"Spilling ya rice and beans"..? oh they won't solve it,
But you likely mean- the type to leave 'em with no pulses.
You said he'd get served "like a box lunch", that's not hot stuff.
Quasimodo at a potluck where the drinks all got swapped up:
What bruv? um.. I've got a strong hunch it's the wrong punch.
If I serve you like a box lunch.. it's rotting in a coffin for the insects to chomp up.

You're so slow.. "wack son"..
I heard you had a sack race and the sack won.
Chat about cash but you're morally bankrupt..
Back up.. "wack son.."? you rap about handguns.
Princess Kitana; the damage this fan's done.
Coming crushing my soul like you Shang Tsung.
Bringing disses at Smalldig, couldn't land one.
I heard you literally tried a small dig ..and the land won.
easy.

I'd never be your Ally, Aliance,
'cause your holding back the rap game through defiance,
your a peasant I'm a tyrant, hit you wit some violence when I spit
this is my turf, kick this migrant a couple miles over my wall when I triumph,
I rank the highest, I'm Trump.

Originally Posted by Anonymity

Moc your ovaries have to be inside out,
you called me cokthirsty....
But your rhymes sound dried out
Called me cockthirsty, how in the world
Your rhymes are begging for mercy, you are a dead girl

Coal miner lungs? You shoulda been clotheslined and hung
My internal temperature is upteenth and somn'
A gajillion decrees hotter than sun
Your a million exponents from where I begun

moc was thirsty for attention, he is atleast okayish
Heres an explanation as to why he wrote basic
he writes "special" edition for people like him
His style is retarded, so words are easier to comprehend

Mortal combat with handicaps, and acrobats
Hemispheres clash to produce a synapse of finesse you ain't witnessed since Mars collapsed
Born split in half, I formed when my twin passed
Abnormal gift with gab, took a week now I'm passing rap as a gift I've always had
I'm flexible with verbal tact, incontestable with vocab
You will not find a better format
But realize you can only be my doormat

moc is a real fag
This thirsty coksucker would suck Sasquatchs red rocket shuttle for a skittles bag
Tasted the rainbow and Moc would swallow gag

He called me cockthirsty... Won't be forgetting that
He's a Dik hungry foreskin suckin' turkey, who gobbles big nads
Endangered species of poultry, he's the last

I bird hunt pterosaurs, wasting ammo on buzzards is for others
You're a canary bird
and this isn't glory this is me kinda bored
You've been smothered since the second stanza I'm sure

Moc bleeds more than most girls
His scheme rhymes aight...but lacks firm force
He is like a blistered sore,
eventually a callous will form
I'm quirky, I wear what the vets wore
Evil stares and stopped throats
Beware the lost folk, anonymity is an inside joke
Corny yes, but the devil knows where the children of the corn grow

Moc turned into a beast?
He's a mockingbird missing wings,
'Flow tight' like he can't breathe, he's gonna suffocate on my minor/miner scheme
If he thought he had a chance at victory
He must be delusional, false memory

Ok then, lets play robbers and coppers
Display some co-authors and bear witness to real muthafuccin showstoppers
You tweeny-bopper you think you're proper?
Boy, your rhymes couldn't be softer if you bit some Cyndi Lauper
I'm as dope as they come, straight rip it with 4 lungs
No restraints on 3 brains rapidly calling commands to 2 tongues
I AM THE 1! Soul/sole purpose is to reflect the Son/sun
A danger to all, loony to some, I come second to none!!
Roaming the streets with a gun for a mouth hunting MCs
A beast proceeds to exhume spirits from bodies quicker than the latest disease
On your first post you called everyone out expecting no one to leap
Now you know you ain't ****..but you know you're in deep

I called you a thirsty cockgoblin, yup. What of it?
Exhibit B proves you ain't "quirky" you're just parched and you love it
Hoping to take so many loads your internal temp'll read 'undefined'
Twinkie's been creamed so densely he can bend space and time
Still, there's no shine in what you write...you ****in disgust me
I Wreck It Ralph it thru obstacles like I was practising rugby
Can't nobody stop me my stilo is lovely
People gather to watch Mr Fantastic beat the breath out of Gumby

I reiterate: No substance in anything that you say!
I oughta market your wack-juice as repellent to keep biters at bay
Bottom of the barrel I should kidnap ya and turn you into a bidet
People are strange, you better watch watchu say

Im a rabid Rant Casey Historian crash-testing DeLoreans
hotboxing the whip alongside some Tralfamadorians
but my ride got ****ed up, so I designed me a Tardis
I heard it ain't about being the smartest but about working the hardest
Your rhymes are extra chromosome retarded, you ain't no artist
People please move your hats for the dearly departed...
.
.

Yawnn!!@SBU������

Funny how u catches phrase n try'a use'm as a catch phrase
Nothing has changed tho, u just rearranged my catch phrase!
Quote my whole page catches grenade and it explode ya whole face
How can we believe u? U live a lied thru ya whole phase
U ain't articulate nor intricate ya style is just repetitive..
I know u mean well and try make this alil more competitive
But U relies on borrow lines too much just to help make a full skit!
Like u gettin' wax on while try'a get ya wax on
N at the end of the track ur still a whack son...(ha!)
So what's the point of that dawg??
Run around the hood with writer block and claim u can rap?
Most this hip hop heads won't even acknowledge u..
If u hold two presents n tell pplz u can double wrap!
N this ain't no regular show..but Skips knows that just careless rapping!
U ain't got the gift of gasp just holding onto ya last gasp'n!
Matta fact perhaps I let this tongue blast
Let the gun clap all strap up Rambo..gung ho!
U get gun down deep throat style like a dirty ***
Ya talk is cheap; worthless game; pillow talkin' like a ***!
Try'a flex ur peck for some cheap sexx
Me on the other hand! I'm all thumbs with the text..
I cumm harder in ur bytch with the script!
I don't drag balls, I let the sack tap the pu$$y on like a light switch! (LoL)
That's just simple descriptive
while u brag ya draws with drag-queen (eeww)
U hate to face the fact that ur lacking in ur own faith..
Ur a false prophet, be losing profit
For try'a sell us garbage in the first place!
Even ill-will illustrate a better picture than u
u try to doodle more n do so much little!!
Afraid of ill-will, couldn't demonstrate a whole heart if u spill ya whole skillz!
Ur like a house nikka, nikka!
I'm the type of nikka, nikka!!
That's been running the whole field!
Get ya story straight sucker, all u do is rebuttal still!!!
N u like to name drop..but none of their pop can't top what I brought..
So why keep questioning the King with them peasant thought! (Ouch!)
U couldn't match a screw head, if u knew the drill off top!
I should just charge ya a fee for every line that u cop!
I stick ya whole corpse in the small dig
that I dig out with half the chop-stick..
N sure enough u aint moving a rock similar to ya broken clock!
Feelin' Bigg dig with ya pebble talk!
What a funny dike, u can take the hike son!
Pipe down young, U can get pike dung-dun!
Get spike with the sharpest darts to puncture ya lung!
This won't be another wrap session
Cyphering about small discussion..
Taking aim at weak dig small gig..Pip-squeak!
I only fucc with Tara-bit son!!
Lost the strike when u test ya might like Shang Tsung!
N last time I check u aint got ya own soul for every clone u've have become!!
U hadn't grown from that child to that man once!
Ur just a Man-child with little problems!
N if u think Nate fraud is such a gangsta!
He can lay right next to ya in the ambulance for try'a test Allaince!!!
I was raise from the bottom hell of the getho slump
To live thru the darkest part of the gutter young!!
To appreciate when we pop'n toast to spreading more butter son!
I won't say that I'm better than most
But I can spit and it's better than some!
Then u sum it up n summarize the numbers!
Figure that Sbu haven't even sold a single once!
Why we talking rap figures and sums of albums?
Sbu going gold with diss-track that's like co-existing with none!
Sbu is just try'a to dis-tract u, claiming that he won!!
This ain't even an issue...
He got a small head lets just give him bigger crown then!
He got crown on top his crown,
Head so big it can't fit in the forum..
With such a big head he can be proud for once!!!
But going up against Allaince? U taking L's like Meek!
Save us the chita-chat ya style is obsolete like Bleek!!!(huh!!Roasted sucker!)

Originally Posted by Alliance

Yawnn!!@SBU������

Funny how u catches phrase n try'a use'm as a catch phrase
Nothing has changed tho, u just rearranged my catch phrase!
Quote my whole page catches grenade and it explode ya whole face
How can we believe u? U live a lied thru ya whole phase
U ain't articulate nor intricate ya style is just repetitive..
I know u mean well and try make this alil more competitive
But U relies on borrow lines too much just to help make a full skit!
Like u gettin' wax on while try'a get ya wax on
N at the end of the track ur still a whack son...(ha!)
So what's the point of that dawg??
Run around the hood with writer block and claim u can rap?
Most this hip hop heads won't even acknowledge u..
If u hold two presents n tell pplz u can double wrap!
N this ain't no regular show..but Skips knows that just careless rapping!
U ain't got the gift of gasp just holding onto ya last gasp'n!
Matta fact perhaps I let this tongue blast
Let the gun clap all strap up Rambo..gung ho!
U get gun down deep throat style like a dirty ***
Ya talk is cheap; worthless game; pillow talkin' like a ***!
Try'a flex ur peck for some cheap sexx
Me on the other hand! I'm all thumbs with the text..
I cumm harder in ur bytch with the script!
I don't drag balls, I let the sack tap the pu$$y on like a light switch! (LoL)
That's just simple descriptive
while u brag ya draws with drag-queen (eeww)
U hate to face the fact that ur lacking in ur own faith..
Ur a false prophet, be losing profit
For try'a sell us garbage in the first place!
Even ill-will illustrate a better picture than u
u try to doodle more n do so much little!!
Afraid of ill-will, couldn't demonstrate a whole heart if u spill ya whole skillz!
Ur like a house nikka, nikka!
I'm the type of nikka, nikka!!
That's been running the whole field!
Get ya story straight sucker, all u do is rebuttal still!!!
N u like to name drop..but none of their pop can't top what I brought..
So why keep questioning the King with them peasant thought! (Ouch!)
U couldn't match a screw head, if u knew the drill off top!
I should just charge ya a fee for every line that u cop!
I stick ya whole corpse in the small dig
that I dig out with half the chop-stick..
N sure enough u aint moving a rock similar to ya broken clock!
Feelin' Bigg dig with ya pebble talk!
What a funny dike, u can take the hike son!
Pipe down young, U can get pike dung-dun!
Get spike with the sharpest darts to puncture ya lung!
This won't be another wrap session
Cyphering about small discussion..
Taking aim at weak dig small gig..Pip-squeak!
I only fucc with Tara-bit son!!
Lost the strike when u test ya might like Shang Tsung!
N last time I check u aint got ya own soul for every clone u've have become!!
U hadn't grown from that child to that man once!
Ur just a Man-child with little problems!
N if u think Nate fraud is such a gangsta!
He can lay right next to ya in the ambulance for try'a test Allaince!!!
I was raise from the bottom hell of the getho slump
To live thru the darkest part of the gutter young!!
To appreciate when we pop'n toast to spreading more butter son!
I won't say that I'm better than most
But I can spit and it's better than some!
Then u sum it up n summarize the numbers!
Figure that Sbu haven't even sold a single once!
Why we talking rap figures and sums of albums?
Sbu going gold with diss-track that's like co-existing with none!
Sbu is just try'a to dis-tract u, claiming that he won!!
This ain't even an issue...
He got a small head lets just give him bigger crown then!
He got crown on top his crown,
Head so big it can't fit in the forum..
With such a big head he can be proud for once!!!
But going up against Allaince? U taking L's like Meek!
Save us the chita-chat ya style is obsolete like Bleek!!!(huh!!Roasted sucker!)

how can I reply to that?
can't read any more than 5 lines from a guy tryin' to rap
don't deny the fact that this guys style is whack
his pages and pages of lyrics are nothing more than a pile of crap
let me stay on topic, leave you strayin 'on this nonsense
you talk like you got knowledge in hip hop
your knowledge on the subject isn't registered in your brain, like the courses college kids drop
snatch this victory like the wallet in your pocket-stop drop and roll
'cause what i spit is fire after smoking that pot in the bowl
every word you talk has been told, every verse you drop is getting old
your passive statements will get you laid out flat on the streets like stackin' pavement
i'm more than your average mason, i'm a blacksmith makin' tracks for the passion of greatness
so get back outta the way kid,
this is the end of your story, I crush you line for line 'til the back of the pages
It ends by me taking the throne so don't even ask who is reignin’

You be wrtin lines upon lines of text
Puttin all that work in, but still gettin rekt
All sittin there, debatin bout who's next
But im sittin right here, no need to get perplexed
Hours of work, tryna make it sound complex
Ur the student in the classroom, sit at yo desk
Listen to Supes, or I'll impale you like Lex
Luthor, that is, eat you up like a T-Rex
shtu up and listen, this ain't a re-quest

haha


what can i say, my rhymes are just poetic
I am the N, and this **** in my genetics
thinikin you can write, but those lines are just pathetic
my flow is like water, just simply kinetic
and im never apologetic

Ya'll wonderin why Bomb never posts?
yeah that was me
sends me a friend request
yeah, he's accepted defeat
i aint bout to apologize
but he just didnt qualify

me? not the best rappa out there
growin with every bar, never gettin down there
and if anyone challanges, i aint gonna back down
try to fight me, and on you I'll lay the smackdown

Cause I. Am. The. N.

word

Originally Posted by nateballer

I'd never be your Ally, Aliance,
'cause your holding back the rap game through defiance,
your a peasant I'm a tyrant, hit you wit some violence when I spit
this is my turf, kick this migrant a couple miles over my wall when I triumph,
I rank the highest, I'm Trump.

See here the thing with trump
you neither my right
nor my left
and like a dumb*****
you just made the list
but like bball
i take you out
all in the wrist
and i hit you like i missed
but you vapored
you the mist
now i think you get the jist
if you dont accept this battle den
make sure a player is known
before the chrome is put to ya dome

@Nate

I get hydrated drinking gatorade
While ur drunk of ya hateroade!
Check urself n dwell in ur haterism!
Why bother to reply if u can't handle criticism
This simple and plain facts it's masterism!
See all views from every angle like a prism..
Ya imprison by ur logic to drive a prisoner to nogalistic
Im just being realistic ya bars are petty gimmick!
Look rookie don't mistake my kindness for empathy
Ya bags of trick are empty flows full of garbage
Get ya gats out and blow out ya own cabbage
Im a str8 savage before I was in the garden
Been running this game before u were takin' shots like Harden
Ur a small pun and rip big L but this nate a fruad since!
I aint heard of u nor ya accomplishment
Another big head cuz sbu give u compliment
And y'all all phonies stay out my lane
Im sure to spit a 45 thru ya membrane
Y'all are lames done think ya hard!
Playing hard balls will only get u scar!
U ain't done **** in life where have u gotten so far?
I ain't need to shine hard..still fly like the stars!
Ya bars are below average keep working on ya piece
U know when I get mine..when I splatter ya mind to pieces!!(Nukka!!)

I'm back to attack like a crack addict in a cracked attic with a lack of static and a plaque of plastic
Non-sarcastically, my rhymes make a spastic scholastic take drastic measure to be fantastic like Ecclesiastic pleasure!

This battle is a wrap/rap like a bandage, if you don't want me to do any damage, then I suggest you manage your disadvantage and vanish before you get abandoned like bandits when they handed a pilot some cocaine and they crash landed!

@IAmTheN - Nig**, how you the N when your profile photo is a white kid with his phone upside down? Stop trying to make a clown, and instead remove your paper crown and leave this page.

@Alliance - Using numbers in replacement of words like your a wannabe Prince, trying to convince that your rhymes are better than The Blueprint; Stop trying, ever since your date of birth, you've been dying.

@_SBU - Bro I respect you, so I expect you to neglect these boo's like booze climbing up Mountain Dew.

@nateballer - Plagiarism isn't key to success, copying Ice Cube's and Eminem's lyrics won't make you blessed. Actually come up with your own things, and remove the baller from your name. You've never dribbled a day in your life, like your imaginary wife, I'ma slap you like Phife did to release strife.

All these garbage nig*** trying to advance,
But should soon realize that they will never have a chance.

I'll have these fools rockin' a fella whilst I'm rockin' a Cinderella and making her squirt more than Dakinng's water gun that he uses to 'kill' people with.

That's all I have to say,
You shall come back and attack me with the lyrics that are gay,
and I hope you all have a nice day.

This a small dig like taking weak shots
Shawty I screen ya game like a cheap block!
Ya ain't talkin' smack just actin' like a big shot
U give Sbu heads up then spit out his weak probz weak sauce!
U don't talk lettuce in a lunch box
U wanna toss Sbu salad lunch box
U aint us cuz u hate us..
U reek of Sbu azz cuz y'all get anuss!
That's a massive azz dusts y'all just azz crust!
Take a shot n think ur on one!
I gave out more shots before the age of 21!
N bytches let me chuck off top like a King!
U could've get a proper nut job..
If u were the blow job queen!!
U peasants stop talkin' crown!
Ur'll get a shot of one when I'm around!
Buzz off ya beezwhack with whack flowz,
The beeswax out slick ya whack clothes!
I got bags of flow that risen up like muffin doe
They got crack in their head
So they sell their soul
This crack flip if ur a crack head...
when ya azz switch so ya spittin' azz!! (Huh!)
They talkin' numbers again but it don't add up
So u puff ya smoke n start acting up!
Chump u spill ya brain with abstract thought!
This ain't math ur having problems with abstract art
I spark that torches so ur're engulfed in flames
I don't mean to spit hot when I ash ya frame!
Ur a smalldig punk bytch is ur name!
Why y'all keep trying me,
Clashing me like crash dummy!
I'm slick like slick rick in my lane
Ur'll be on one when I pop one in ur brain!
What u think this is a game?
Theirs inmates out there that will bruise ya viens!
We ain't spittin' the same..I'm spittin' that life style!
Cold cut crack foul..with that mac to crack ya back now!
Got dealers on the stove shaving back..wow!
Like crack corner every where was ice tower,
That's the game they protray..n now u say 'wow'!
Got snitch on block so they ain't wanna say shiet now
N the truth to this point is y'all all cowers..
When they shoot n point y'all just bow forward..
Im just asking for mercy lord!
True I live to die when they cut the cord!!
So this ain't shiet to me I just pass the torch!

Man I'm sick of these rappers lacking flows like Anopheles breeding quotas
**** it, I'm filling up em grain loaders dumping to their waters,
quickly exterminating these feeble soldiers,
lyrically i suffocate arrieres under pressure(F/A) cos i keep forcing on your cerebral areas
its Mathematics at ease adding up these
y'all know my stizz lyricaly I'm deeper than Latin quizz
unheard by wannabees and honoured by Gonnabees

Originally Posted by IamTheN

You be wrtin lines upon lines of text
Puttin all that work in, but still gettin rekt
All sittin there, debatin bout who's next
But im sittin right here, no need to get perplexed
Hours of work, tryna make it sound complex
Ur the student in the classroom, sit at yo desk
Listen to Supes, or I'll impale you like Lex
Luthor, that is, eat you up like a T-Rex
shtu up and listen, this ain't a re-quest

haha


what can i say, my rhymes are just poetic
I am the N, and this **** in my genetics
thinikin you can write, but those lines are just pathetic
my flow is like water, just simply kinetic
and im never apologetic

Ya'll wonderin why Bomb never posts?
yeah that was me
sends me a friend request
yeah, he's accepted defeat
i aint bout to apologize
but he just didnt qualify

me? not the best rappa out there
growin with every bar, never gettin down there
and if anyone challanges, i aint gonna back down
try to fight me, and on you I'll lay the smackdown

Cause I. Am. The. N.

word

Wait what is the word again
im sorry i didnt catch it my friend
but like i said you stuff dont mean anything
gone with the wind
but this futurama
go ahead and bend
her over
see this is just me and yo gurl
sleep over
but its like im fbi
under cover
but you seem to be flying
blown over
See my stuff so fly
i got myself a range rover
you growin with every bar?
man i grew when i got with yo gurl
and that s**t wasnt hard
but this is your last chance
to beat me
cuz i found your card
but you might be a lil charred
so burn mf burn
let me know again when its my turn

Originally Posted by LyricalBlack

Man I'm sick of these rappers lacking flows like Anopheles breeding quotas
**** it, I'm filling up em grain loaders dumping to their waters,
quickly exterminating these feeble soldiers,
lyrically i suffocate arrieres under pressure(F/A) cos i keep forcing on your cerebral areas
its Mathematics at ease adding up these
y'all know my stizz lyricaly I'm deeper than Latin quizz
unheard by wannabees and honoured by Gonnabees

i dont know what the hell this is sposed to be
but it aint good you see
for you dont got the rudimentals
and you definitely aint free
work for your living
while i rap for mine
youve ran out of time
best quit now
cuz you'll never be like me
you'll never be like dakinng

Originally Posted by Alliance

This a small dig like taking weak shots
Shawty I screen ya game like a cheap block!
Ya ain't talkin' smack just actin' like a big shot
U give Sbu heads up then spit out his weak probz weak sauce!
U don't talk lettuce in a lunch box
U wanna toss Sbu salad lunch box
U aint us cuz u hate us..
U reek of Sbu azz cuz y'all get anuss!
That's a massive azz dusts y'all just azz crust!
Take a shot n think ur on one!
I gave out more shots before the age of 21!
N bytches let me chuck off top like a King!
U could've get a proper nut job..
If u were the blow job queen!!
U peasants stop talkin' crown!
Ur'll get a shot of one when I'm around!
Buzz off ya beezwhack with whack flowz,
The beeswax out slick ya whack clothes!
I got bags of flow that risen up like muffin doe
They got crack in their head
So they sell their soul
This crack flip if ur a crack head...
when ya azz switch so ya spittin' azz!! (Huh!)
They talkin' numbers again but it don't add up
So u puff ya smoke n start acting up!
Chump u spill ya brain with abstract thought!
This ain't math ur having problems with abstract art
I spark that torches so ur're engulfed in flames
I don't mean to spit hot when I ash ya frame!
Ur a smalldig punk bytch is ur name!
Why y'all keep trying me,
Clashing me like crash dummy!
I'm slick like slick rick in my lane
Ur'll be on one when I pop one in ur brain!
What u think this is a game?
Theirs inmates out there that will bruise ya viens!
We ain't spittin' the same..I'm spittin' that life style!
Cold cut crack foul..with that mac to crack ya back now!
Got dealers on the stove shaving back..wow!
Like crack corner every where was ice tower,
That's the game they protray..n now u say 'wow'!
Got snitch on block so they ain't wanna say shiet now
N the truth to this point is y'all all cowers..
When they shoot n point y'all just bow forward..
Im just asking for mercy lord!
True I live to die when they cut the cord!!
So this ain't shiet to me I just pass the torch!

Before confronting me, learn how to spell the word 'you',
I would bank you, but your alliance would be easily dropped like a dew.

You're named after a bank, but you never get the dough
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow

I'll crack you in your head like DMX with Malcolm,
You ain’t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Test me irl, I'll have you stuttering like John Scudder
I'ma act like I'm playing Fruit Ninja, and slice you through your anvs with a box cutter

I'll be the choice of the new generation, call me a Pepsi
Your raps are straight trash, your label is Hefty.

You should of gave up from the start, I don't know why you continue.
While you make garbage raps, I'll just be making more mills/meals than a menu.

With the long raps, you're forcing me to be horny
Your raps are like kernels, I'll pop you when they get corny

Like Cypress Hill, I have no rest for the wicked
But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted

You should just fall off, you got nothing to stand on
Like your dikk, you got nothing to expand on

I'm going all out on you like Miley's titties,
I feel pity for your city like a chipmunk committee

Call that Alvin, soon your raps will wear out like Calvins
Your life, I wish your parents never salvaged, so that you can lose it like the Falcons

You got thanked 34 times in 24 roasts, which was thought of by a Turkey
You don't want to start this beef, I'll have you jerking like a Barbarian
I doubt you want to continue this battle, you just turned vegetarian

I ain't scared to blast on these suckers when they test me
They're too busy trying to detest me, but clearly they impress me.

You pass the torch to me, I'll shove it up your azz like a "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
To make you feel the pain of what it's like battling this soul

Your going in for a wild ride, hope you got your seatbelt
My raps are so hot, it even makes heat melt.

People listen to how I feel through my raps like Pandora,
I'll make you burn into flames like Sodom and Gomorrah.

Calling me a crack head, but your the one getting smoked
You might have misjudged me, because this battle is not gonna go unprovoked

So don't try to answer back, 'cause this is hard to follow
You can't spit anything, so you obviously must swallow.

Originally Posted by nateballer

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat d!ke
Though I ain't wrapped tight
My blood type's the '80s!

compared to

My raps are phat and tighter than a mac snack wrap up the snatch of a fat d!ke
your p()ssy flows are whack every day of the month so pass the mic

thats the line you think I copied? I think mine paint a more vivid picture
I flip the script for a minute, here i'm makin' histor-y
lyrics here to stay like the hieroglyphics in the pictures
my lines are rock-solid can't flip the scriptures
my words make you madder than Social Justice Warriors drinking liquor gettin' triggered listenin' to my sick words
you on the outside courts while i'm going hard in the paint, you gotta learn to pivot inwards
'cause lyrically you ain't touchin' me, i'm higher than a hundred feet
jumpin' these punks like i'm dunkin' 3s
i'm blunted G, puttin' 16s in the bag while puffin' weed
stuffin' sheets like it was nothin' G.
and b!tcheses always wondering what my number be
when you talk to b!tches you always be st-t-t-t-ttuttering

Dude you make me wonder where yo brain at
and your rhymes cant keep up
cuz they aint phat
because everything you can spit
has already been spat
and when you plagiarize
i cant deal with that
but you think you are sly
with the deal of the stuff tryna eye call you cat
but you not in the hat
but where the bear
where pat?
cuz you a lame n**ga
supwithdat
where ya game N**ga
youaintgotdat
what a shame n**ga
supwiththat
cant tame n**ga
catchmeoutside
how bout dat
-dakinng
fresh prince
your words are nothin
cant mince

@smalldig*sighted*

Ah man I hate to state the fact..
Ya loud mouth needs to get zip in the bag
Smalldig ur a prick with no class
Short gas ya bars can't out last..
Ya gas out before u pass out just cut the cake..
U don't bake u fake ur short cake
Short cash no chickens u broke azz
This easy for me I str8 ash
I pass ya league homie u str8 azz
Str8 whack all ya lines are str8 trash!
Double album? What u know about cutting tracks?
This a fact check that's Em line!
How're ur biting his song and using it wrong??
Man stick to ur corner ur a master of disaster!
I move bricks by the corner..this tetra u bastard!
How u want confrontation?
Ur runnin' around fronting about armageddon!
Chicken-little flap ya wings n fly!
Get this dig..one order of fried-wings with small-fries!
Ur still a bozo with lame lines n no credentials
Lying bytch blue in the face like gonzo
Any more lying from u..
U can pull ya nose out like Pinocchio!
Oh too late all ya lines are far fetch!!
Matta fact ur Stretch weak arm...
Small dig all ya lines are long stretch!
What u need is an azz whooppin' n long stretch!
Keep talkin' that mess will leave ya stitch!
Ur a phony the forum..annoying troll
They call me here to handle pest control!
Eyes roll like ya yapping about gifts
Oh lord u aint got nothing to give!
Speak ya game n claim u got talent!
Tripp'n off ya feet cuz those are old balance..
I come with new check..I'm talking about 'new balance'! (Uhh!)
I'm off them kangol the flow got kangaroo hop.
I put 6 pop in ur hip so now ur hip hop!
Spit lox u need keys to sniff the whole pot..
Im talkin' Whitney them punch line can be bobby brown!
I'm known to stay cold like shave ice..
it's high price by the pound!
They talk about that life of thug..
that thug life what's keep my heart pound!
Hell bound to the streets let the beats guide me thru the sound!
I've been puttin' it down..slang'n them out like snowden!
U know it's been snowing all around!
Amerikka voice of the youth that get burial underground
From the tombs of the alienate..
Came a common ground where hip hop was found.
I was raise from that battle ground boxing out the ring!
That's a common thing thru out the
Getho part of the world!
Smalldig u ain't know where I've been..
N u ain't stopping me from going!
I suggest u level up ya shiet write n start growing!
Peace out *** I had no urge to put it down!
I figure I'm already here I mind as well spit at ur crown!
Ya false king..no cross no torn skin..no thorncrown!
Ur a lousy act to follow..just another clown!!
For crying out loud u can feel proud son!
N ur Dad is crying out loud cuz u are his son! (Ha!)