Battle? You think I'm to weak to defeat you
You're beaten so fast when you got dropped on the head by you're dad he said " I think I didn’t drop him enough" cause you're blood turned see-through
You think VHS Stands for 'Visual homo stance' so when you go 'DVD' you sound like wall-e yelling for ****, you say 'which one of you fellas took my pants'
You're style is like fading in the night I don't see you
Think clever, let's fight, You're rhymes are easy to 'cleave blue'
You get slayed so fast you look like an alien, 'blood' convicted of 'Band-Aids'
Take a tug at you're card? Not risking pulling a 'band-of-aids'
You're like 'evil-keeve' Braked every bone So you land 'half-***'
On this track you're so out lapped, to fall on you have no ***
Take half or the *** 'Me'? you could never outlast
'*** half' 'half-***' you're raps are, either way you rap ***
You reek like a rotten egg you're cashed chapped
I've got my cash capped beating you're '*** as-ap'
You act like two years old you still sleep in the same basket you're mom stole
You think asap is 'a suckii a pp' Dipshit you couldn't suckii suckii if you paid bank rolls
I flipped the script so bad that you're mom was ready to come diss you
You couldn't beat her 1v1 in battles as a baby you had lot's of issues
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guys look at all out battle and shaadows flip than listen to the song open mic you will see what i mean
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you're "new to the game", bashing rhyme pads like 'x-box' ers.
this is bruising your brain, like an ex-boxer's.
I need potent opponents so please construct a decent punch.
CheesyBacon could only get offensive at a vegan lunch.
I 'pound' poor authors so afford to be more forceful.
I'll leave CheesyBacon's grill with a tilt like george foreman.
you're awful. you fall shorter than dwarf sportsmen.
you "soar four" stories? -I 'foresaw' them.
his-story's got no hero in, this'll be the death of him.
his "name is taken in vain" like it's heroin.
you're 'O.D-in'. this thunder's like I'm sonning Thor.
"please lord" cease war. after I've won it all.
My shine's so bright that fire "aspires".
what I drop's as hot 'as pyres'.
"Slick as Rick" -why's that? flip the scripts a different way;
fixed "the game" like 'I patch'. my sh*t's so Slick it Rickochets.Last edited by _SBU; 01-23-2012 at 11:56 AM.
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You're pathetic. Can't write. And don't know what you're talking about... 'Bro'
The first 4 times you said it would have been nicely complimented with proof.
Instead, none exists and you find it worth your time to plead your false case. Despite being banned a number of times.
In amidst of all your nonsense though I told mix to lower your ban from 30 days as you make the site more active and exciting. I'm not sure if that is why it WAS lowered or not, but I certainly am regretting the proposal.. -
time to dismember the junior already surpassed the senior member
clashing with me is like going straight into a vender bender
your rhymes hold no weight they must be aneroxic
but they make me want to turn bulliamic fronting like you a rhyming genius
you more like algernon and im more like aragon
so sorry man even his own shadows gone
will you fronting with the king and its checkmate you useless pawn
your gone even before you spawned in this phenomenom -
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all ur shxt about zippin n rippin, all ur linez n movez are just shxttin, molotova u're gotto fill cos ur bars are empty, check me out cos mine are plenty, when am battlin pple like i got dissapointed, cos u're worthless n aint worth for dissin so u mounted
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This b*tches sh*t ain't Stella, it's one-legged, needs support,
Only time he ever got a W was when he went to court to file for divorce.
See, SBU's schemes lack flavor, be tastin' like Mimolette
Be needin' healin' like Bill Hicks be cravin' a cigarette.
This faggot's time on A.T.L. is about to expire
See I'ma slice him up with like he been spittin' through a 'cheese' wire.
Couldn't get a b*tch into his bed if his life depended on it,
Only way he ever gets a date is when him and his mom order a KFC bucket.
I'ma make a few ammedments to this faggot's constitution,
My punches hit so hard they knock him back to times pre-independent revolution.
He's a f*cking pretender like Ferdinand Demara,
I'll catch him, beat his @ss then send him running home to mama tomorrow...
not the best I know, but I'm really trying to work on flow and concepts...Hip-hop is art. Don't make a pop hit, be smart. Take it back to the start, like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart. -
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It went completely unnoticed with me. When writing that drop that line I particular popped into my head and correctly and obviously fit the subject of 'flipping '****'. Being eminem I must have heard it before and that's where it came from. Though when writing I mistakend it for a genuine original thought. My bad. I would never intentionaly bite eminem. That's gotta be the most played occurance in rap history
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"What we think, we become." Buddha
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Del..
I don't like to get drawn into this type of thing, but as you bothered messaging my inbox about it I'll respond.
To be honest your conduct seems like a bit of a desperate vendetta. and very repetitive. If you put as much time into working on your own skills as you put into hating on shaadow's then maybe you wouldn't be quite so bitter/jealous/insecure.
it must be said that shaadow's style is nothing like eminem's. actually IMO shaadow is more creative, original, poetic and lyrical than Em.
I think that accidentally using something which you've subconsciously heard elsewhere is something that happens to every rap writer at some point. if you've never done likewise then it probably just points to your inexperience as a writer.
sorry if that comes across as rude.. I think mutual respect outside of battle drops is crucial in balancing out aggressive rhyme content.. this forum is usually much better than others in that sense. -
Hip-hop is art. Don't make a pop hit, be smart. Take it back to the start, like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart.
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mad respect as standard.. but plan a better stanza..
I aint got "beat", like an accapella rapper.
I "lack flavor"? that claim was straight wrong. you're way off..
if you're Cheesybacon then I'm Chef like Raekwon.
my lines ignite, you can't match that. you're too damn wack fam.
I got "the W" on record, like a wu tang clan fan.
he's "one legged" kicking it like I disarmed him first; 'diss-member's when I spar with words.
if I "aint get a b*tch into bed" then she's got carpet burns.
the "KFC/mom" scheme was clumsy plus he 'kicked the bucket'.
you're all talk.. small balls; chicken nuggets.
this is "one legged", the way that it's hip hops..
if you're ever judged "stella" I'm the star that you ripped off.
I'd beseige cities to claim 'a large settlement'.
you just "bill' 'hicks" like a trailerpark salesman.
I'll elaborate on that though.. I "bill' 'hicks";
I'm 'vet' 'charging' ..like bacon's a sick pig.
your script's rich but you're morally bankrupt.
you're finished like "bill hicks".. but still 'stand-up'.
if you're bill hicks I came first like richard 'prior'.
if I'm bill hicks you're that denis leary biter. -
Stress builds
Lying on the terrace
Erase my existence
Way before my parents
F*ck this appearance
And f*ck this whole life
As anger cuts through me
Like veins and a knife
So frustrated I'll beat the system like a wife
You may not relate
But then again you might
I'm way above your level
And never comin' down
As if I'm hittin' buddha
But I put the ganja down
Young buck
Parents weren't around
I used to run the streets
Soon I'll run the town
I almost lost focus
Feet off the ground
Lost for a minute
In a moment I was found
Cuz the day I give up
Is the day I ain't around
Armchair critics
Waste of my f*ckin' time
B*tch know your role
'Fore I put you back in line
All in due time
Cuz life is like chess
And when you think you got me
Is when I make my move best
Different from the rest
But you already knew that
Gave that b*tch a grand
And told her bring two back
Who knew that
We'd overcome our past
So with two middle fingers tell the haters kiss my ***
Fail - me never
B*tch don't even ask
And when I reach my goals
I will savor it at last
Cuz sweet tastes sweeter
Because I know sour
Time ticks by slowly
In these final hours
Fade into the darkness
Emerge with the power
I'm way over your head
And I ain't even done yet
So reply if you want to
And lose your self respect... b*tch -
your verses were 'rich' 'prior',
but b*tch now you're years expired.
this 'sick' 'pig's' rising up
like 'aw-well', you got some tough luck.
if this guy's a wu tang fan
well I'm GZA, best lyricist in clan.
this 'cheese' be too strong for you,
like one lick got you coughin' blue.
I'll 'wrap' you with 'bacon's' sh*t,
oven cook you 'til nice and crisp
then feed you to them 'hicks' you 'bill',
let them 'bite' you, let them get their fill.
yeah i'll 'rip' your 'star' off the wall
like teacher's pet you're hated by all.
even if you manage to stand tall on your one leg,
I'm still head and shoulders over this dumb reg.
the only time your sh*ts ignited's
when i douse it in gasoline ... throw a lighter at it.
my sh*ts a zipper, you're stuck on flickers
like I'm already done with this b*tch, you're still fumblin' with the clit'ris.
probably in your late twenties, thinkin' wrist cuttin's still expressive,
well pay attention to this message: you're average, I'm a legend.Hip-hop is art. Don't make a pop hit, be smart. Take it back to the start, like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart. -
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.Last edited by _SBU; 01-27-2012 at 11:45 AM.
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need a suboxin to come off a binge. been pill poppin with lots o gin. need more oxycotin only got ten..listing toxins in my system i cannot begin, most of them i forgot again. id pray not to sin if i had god within. but since im not with him, i cannot pretend. damn, just snorted a bunch o rocks, shoulda chopped'em then. i wont be happy til my heart stops and drops a pimp. til then ill drop this pen and rock my hymn. feeling boxed in like finding ermnct and boxin him. pop shots at him, probly call da cops da simp. he banned me from the site but will not again.. fill this spot wit spit have him belly floppin in. robbmacks a pimp aint no stoppin him, fu(k around but not with him. youre lucky i smoke pot my friend.. youre lucky this is not the pen... ud be sukn c*cks again
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its not easy to to achieve, when you cant see what you see cuz youre blinded by belief. programmed to receive with more wants than needs. as u sit in your seat perceived to be guilt free but found to be the base root of all problems thru out history.... even before b.c.