Originally Posted by Venomonology
youve gotten stlye confused like a mental cross dresser....go pray on your knee and maybe the priest will bless her
thats cute will smith that you have no need in the cursing...you look real cute practicing in the mirror rehearsing
earthworm is what I am that snacks on your remains....your closed minded flow should be left in the great plains
you keep speakin as if you cannot be reached..like a broken alarm screaming I cant be breached but your style is leached
never heard a boy assume so many ****in times...i hear your **** dropping but I pay no attention to nickels and dimes
askin the for the doctor is sayin you did somethin of worth...you havent done anything with life but assume since birth
quit thinking that you know my literal knowledge...I AM a highschool dropout who could school any college
there I go leaving you another line to take or use...but after you recycle my flow it should be considered lyrical abuse
taking from the main engine and stickin it in the caboose...been gone for days me and her just had a miscarriage and my minds loose
everyday now I feel my mind slippin and runnin away...this world is purely wrong and good sides are slowing startin to decay
then some ignorance puts my puzzle back together....hard to stay sunny with such bad weather
so maybe I will just stick to flows with sunshine and rainbows....instead of darkness mayhem and feedin remains to crows
why not just quit with you cause its like gettin cement to agree....that just hearing you think your better is pure misery
one thing a ***** will never learn .... is when you **** with fire people can still see the burn
how about for once in your life complete a self inspection...you will find out your hollow ****ed up like a florida election
only thing that will stay hard is your ***** erection...thats right sit down and consider self reflection on any section
but go ahead blow back and think your every flow is best....knowing your own faults and improving on them is the greatest test
just imagine knowin you broke new ground for the world to hear...my 2 songs I posted are overlooked cause no respect and fear
is it the jealousy of man or just the simple arrogance....that makes them believe they are truly takin a stance
I hear no love for this same ****in self romance...you cant make a statement when your only self enhanced
my shatter valor or fake empty pride i just dont need....go think you owned somebody and smoke that hit of weed
bet if you was given power only thing shown is greed....and would not consider those "less" of you due to self property deed
that means you will never show credit to another...unless he only FIRST greets you a god damn brother
sorry boss not from me Ill never respect a self lover....your the worse kinda lethal weapon there umm danny glover
you speak of dark but your brain is light as snow...bet when you throw a bow you gotta stop and demand respect for the wrist glow
ill screw a ***** but pay no attention to a ho...ive seen darker than dark not just cause I googled a crow
self researched well rounded and feet never stay well grounded.....your bland thoughts and self claim is the way you sounded
you sat here thinkin maybe I got em and thank god he's gone....sorry ET my life just stopped and time for you to phone home
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Originally Posted by Rion Gilliam
now who's assuming? so go on, answer me some questions:
how old were me & sister when my dad just up & left us?
how many jobs did my mom hold down so that she could feed & dress us?
in what year did I turn to drugs and subsequently get arrested?
and exactly how much do I love myself? come on, give us a percentage
this is a rap battle. the whole point is who's the best, kid
& if you thought my lyrics were upsetting, you're too emotionally invested
on a more reserved note.. I'm sorry bout your girl, bro
but what you want from this? to see which one of us is hurt most?
want me to hold back? want me to lower the workload?
cuz honestly I can do that, dawg.. but I guarantee the world won't -
Venomonology..Sounds like a Germ,
A messed up, sucked up, International Sperm.
Get some game, and change your name,
***............Are you Insane_
I'm not here for harassing post,
Not down with you, Straight burned up toast,
I gives a fuk where you say you came from,
You're Not a Rider..So don't roll on me hun_
I'll give some props to whom deserves it,
You have a problem, You can't write cursive,
Your name calling is quite annoying,
Go Grow a fro, and keep on blowing_
Step to this, then step to that,
Stomp on every dirty tramp.
Bite me harder, I just fight back,
Girls gone wild all over that_
Living life as I see it,
Give advice to who really needs it.
So don't come at me, like some kind of dope,
Down on dreams, but Up in smoke_
I hope your next post got more meaning,
Put a stop to all this dreaming.
I only responded....... cause you act all hard,
A lonely sucker.....who smokes on shards_
Best forgive all the players you had,
Make sure, you go and tell your dad,
That every rap you wrote ain't true,
You copied it all from.... some boy at school_
You beat him up the other day,
Stole his flows and ran away.
Now You Give a little and talk a lot,
Never speak when your on the spot_
You give no credit when credit is do,
Spitting words about who you blew.
Listen real hard about what Vouve had to say,
Write something amazing or get on your way.
Just give me a sec, to understand you,
You fuk the PUS$Y.......and sing about who???
That's a line we already heard,
You're Another one who's getting the bird!!!!Last edited by Trina Marie; 03-21-2014 at 12:45 AM.
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Originally Posted by Rion Gilliam
Hi everyone. I've been busy recently and haven't had enough free time to write lyrics.
I'll try to free up some more time for it though. Here's a quick drop to ease back in.
reckon that's an acceptable effort? ..nah.
If 'Rion' thinks it's "dark" he's got it twisted: ..'noiR'.
with Gilliam's mindstate he's a simian's prime-mate.
switch up 'mr gilliam' to 'milligram'; ..lightweight.
I'm a lyricist, a physicist and a charged timebomb;
wait around, I'll break it down till you 'r' 'ions'.
Take advice.. I'll defeat all of your lines with eight of mine..
nobody bothered reading more than four of yours; a waste of time. -
'Wait around'? Like we've time to spare for your two cents..
'break him down' - aight his style of rhyme is Rare in newbs defense.
Cannibalistic-dude intent, Budapest, love ^tender meat.
Screw around in 'the heart' of^ Hungary, 'Being's; Men tare a piece.
Therapies; fare diseased; deceased from what were lively raps.
I'm afraid I might die before this site will see its writer back..
Tired raps, rhymer lapse - dissapointing the finer Craftsmen. You need us.
MY lies ascribe rations of accurate rapping; 'U's BS'Last edited by smoothtung; 10-03-2012 at 03:44 PM.
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everything you accused me of is much more true of you, son Originally Posted by Trina Marie
& by your own logic: (if honest) you've not got props cuz you're due none
aloofness <- you suffer with this like drunken students
cuz between my rhymes are lessons.. but you choose to look right through them -
* 'this rhyme is a lesson and you chose to look right through it'
Student-through it=chemistry -
out to embarrass your frame - structures defaced; paint.
And i'll rattle your grill like a ruptured propane tank.
Hazardous - discolored cocaine strain.
..I'm your bad side of the flop - ..a summer contains rain.Last edited by smoothtung; 10-03-2012 at 03:45 PM.
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If he sees me in "Budapest".. Originally Posted by smoothtung
I'll see Smooth' and boo the pest.
I've proven depth, truth and strength.
Smooth' suppressed dellusions yet?
or too depressed to view the text?
best check who you choose to test,
your views project a crude pretense.
moody, stressed, amusing wreck.
Smoothtung, friend..
clued up yet..?
If I said 'rap or hiphop?' you'd.. choose dubstep.
new subject.. putting it 'blunt' as Snoop's 'club' sets..
I'm not "dissapointing" you,
I'm dis-appointing you;
I build and destroy, I'm the last of the "Craftsmen";
your crew of two are puppets, I'm the master that carved them.
hide the fact your life's a sham.. "tired rap, rhymer lapse"..?
-slit wrists with the mirror which broke when it inspired that.
this isn't tired, I never slip.
'Smooth' needs to re-tire; get a grip.
I'm sick of his lies; "tired rap, rhymer lapse"?
I'm iller with pride like my lions smashed a viral lab.
this is over your head like the texts are latin.
set to practise? tempus transit.
if you "see a writers back" you tend to stab it.
yet tend to panic and never damage.
collect regrets, the threat's established..
you've set a trend; forever passive.
you're coming with nothing, better check the demographic..
you're fronting with cheap imagery like a demo graphic.Last edited by _SBU; 10-03-2012 at 07:28 PM.
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You don't build, I forge drops from brave waves..
Frill-ponds structure-depths prepped enough for great Lakes.
Punch you in the mainframe. Cyber rhymer homicide.
Blokes dope chimes ignite in fire lines so all get high.
Stand my position. Living. Outstanding condition.
Out-standing condition's for Chris, 'MISSING; expansion in dissing'
Coke cans, broke fans - my prison..
Hot tempered dope fan - spoken man - rogue, random, driven.
And if by intoxicated hands; fine then..
My logic is straight from my balls - at least Im known to find them.
And if I'd been high, bruv, I'd still be deeper.
Cast me in your wake and I'd wade above a millimeter.Last edited by smoothtung; 10-04-2012 at 11:43 AM.
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Originally Posted by smoothtung
uh guys... Originally Posted by _SBU
lest we forget, the Craftsmen disbanded
I came back here once I'd scattered the ashes
so don't try that 'capture-the-past' sh!t; I had it established..
then you vanished & it seemed like I was scamming the masses
it left me passionate, angered... there's no existing allegiance
so don't go think I'm flattered by your drift-in appearance
you're less "last of the Craftsmen", more vanishing act bruv
first to flee the scene once proven crap at adaption
& "master that carved them"? are you having a laugh?
if anything, your the puppet sat on Tania's lap
back on that, me & smooth were involved in group replies
whereas you used to hide cuz you couldn't use it right
then your movements highlighted elusive signs
& you came back here cuz you & her are super tight
smooth traced your steps and soon the crew retired
yet you still claim my style is something YOU inspired?
loose-lipped liar.. 'Pinocchio thinks it's his turn as Geppetto'
he's 'producing fire'? well, 'wood's better for 'burning the memos'
I'm the future of rap converging with retro
"tempus transit" .. pretentious latin from a man who had it, but let go
SBU: smooth's tutor, the leader prior
had top spot but decided to leave the cypher
out of the lost dawgs, I was the keener riser
now it's my drops leavin tung twisted like peter piper
true, you're "iller with pride".. feed the cubs to maintain the alpha status
giving that filler advice, props to drops even when they lack advancement
smoothtung grew some, took a stand and challenged the master's stance..
now he's known as a back-stabber, wack rapper due to give massive thanks?
& yo, smoothung... while I liked your contribution,
only time you'd embarrass my frame is if I ever chose to use oneLast edited by Venomonology; 10-04-2012 at 05:20 PM.
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Venomology broke it down
for a stanza
Then it's back to tha standard
Can't stand ya,
All the fan-fare-ah
Go on then
Bang the snare-ah
Toot your own horn
Blow' so hard
Let your ear explode
And your arms tire
From patt-in ya own back
Bang the drum, Self-congratulate
There’s no shame , Just hate
Veins bulgin out
Blood hot with rage
And all ya howlin'
Can’t make center stage
Cause all you got
is a few lines on
The old bastard, Hand up the ***
Of the puppet he crafted
Yeah you the mast-ah
The genius behind this cyph-ah
The internet’s finest
anonymous ramblings
Haphazard scramblings
To make dreams on pape-ah
Like rap has no mic, no speak-ah
And maybe the pen is mighti-er
But Sometime the sword is bett-ah
spare the remain-dah
Witness to ya lyrical failure-ahs
Don’t worry, I swear-ah
The light ‘s at the end of tha tunnel
Star light star bright
I wish upon tonight
Take this wooden boy
Set him alight
Cause he’s tinder
No real boy, no rapp-ah -
Break me off something proper.
Strive, prosper.
Imposter.
Pretending to be an author,
but your names off the roster...
Dropped! From those considered to be competitive.
Drops? More like dropping a sedative.
Admit it kid..
You couldn't wreck
with me in the deck,
Driving drunk
cops at'cha trunk.
You're in hot pursuit but I evade it.
I'm fly, in my spaceship.
Wanna know why I'm so crazy?
Cuz my eyes stay dilated.
I have direction Satan gave me,
and I obey it.
I'm the monster your lies created.
When I display it,
you praise my latest
yet despise my greatness.
So I reply with hatred,
like they did.
Noone hears cries this late bit(h!
Freeze your speech like cryo-state,
while I commit crimes of rape.
You're asleep but not safe.
Post di(k in your a§§,
and laugh-as you gasp-your sass- replaced with jabs-to your back.
Once crass-but that's passed-as you grasp-at hope for your breaths to last..
Clasped-by rope and nylon cord,
"Rest in pieces, T's dead!" That's what the krylons for.
You're beneath me, I'm piling on scores.
Tyler's gone, I'd absorb
his rhyme report.
But why for?
He rhymes poor,
and mine are more
the kind of horror
you try and avoid.
In essence-your presence, on this venue-only continues
to represent you-don't do as men do.
Then do you do men dude?
If I offend you-I don't intend to,
I was sent to-end you.
And soon your thoughts end.
Have you forgotten?
I'm rotten to the core,
knockin' on doors.
Plottin' a course,
to knock on the yours
and drop with force.
You never fought in wars,
I've never lost before.
You're not endorsed,
MACKs got ROBB support.
Pen to this paper
with limitless capers,
from the endless amazer
sending scripts in layers.
Fu(k sabers, i bring lasers
and photon phasers.....
..................."Beam us up Scotty and someone save jimi!"
Fu(k that! He said our name didn't he?
"Yeah, but hes just one of many still"
I'm good and there's plenty to kill.
"Lemme tell you something" like fire Marshall Bill.
Give me hell or nothing tyke, retire partial skill.
Jimi poppin' off at the mouth is why u got killed.
Play your part or stop the reel,
you're wrong you don't write for real.
You steal carbon, I got lots of steel.
Still, I gots to chill.
Jimi pops for thrills,
blow jobs for pills.
Polishing his chefs knife to serve a docile meal,
I got my butchers mic in search of blood to spill.
Rip quick with carbine and Sig,
equipped with magazines and mad clips
On your hip? Clear injected plastic.
My beams broken and needs repairin'.
A glich with the infrared,
seems only ho€s can wear it.
So beware, there's a dot on your chest as you rest in your chair.
Urges to reply to pops should be abandoned,
like those drops he crash landed.
As though he planned it,
tryin to leave a life he could manage.
Im only here to reprimand him,
he's done enough damage.
Noone has to reply for you to lose a battle,
you pick the thead, we watch you unravel.
Couldn't fill holes in your babble,
if I fed you spackle
with a paddle.
You tape yourself up and pretend to be other people?
That's pretty feeble,
come more lethal
in your sequels.
I'll take you to church and duct tape you to the tip of the steeple.
Fu(k tape! I'll sew your lips with this thread and infected needle.
End the oral fecal.
You're a bus pass the MACKs diesel
with refills,
that you feel and re-feel.
Poppin' shots at pops,
and why the fu(k not?
He's got-not-one drop-thats hot!
Sad, dude thought to show off,
and got shut down.
What now?
Your lucks out!
Your goose is cooked like plucked fowl,
I came to eat better duck, pal.
As I bust loud,
for this rough crowd....
................Maybe we should all get together to discuss
how we feel disgust
deep in our guts
about all the fuss
over who can bust, better.
Whatever!
Trina can gather her thoughts in retreat,
she came to the thread and sought defeat.
You're out of your league like your caught at sea,
circled by beasts and sharks gotta eat.
Get off the web and give ROBB head like you ought to be.
Are your kids pist you're hogging the keys?
Did they piss the bed? Wet all the sheets?
You see Marie?
It's eerie
to be near me,
I don't think clearly.
I severely
beat an elderly,
at least twice yearly.
Merely to relieve the sweltering heat of life's misery.
Turn your Beltone up so u can hear me,
rape you in your own dreary voice.
Sincerly,
I'd date you if u weren't so nearly hittin' menopause.
I can't get off,
to granny panties and linen bras.
Or you, in a thong? Nauseous thoughts!
A§§ looking like two pillows gettin' flossed.
But then I'd pause, if you got false teeth in.
Deep in your jaws, but then you're leaving.
Don't stall... Stop grieving...
You didnt spit, so there's no gettin even.
You're beneath men,
lower than younger cats I've eaten.
Fu(k six bit(h they're beneath ten!
Overboard? hope u can swim,
You're not an MC, you're lost at sea, M...
I didn't even bust, I was just peein'.
No semen swimmin' within your intestines,
just urine releasin' toxins from my system.
I'm polluted due to abusin' drugs and liquor,
death is truth and who could kill me quicker?.....
...............I get ill quick but prefer to kill more torturessly.
I spit real sick as a precursor, still there's more to see..
Killed quickill quick when he repeated my skit,
real tricks heels click when feet beat for tips.
I'm evidence, "positive" is contagious.
Whether it's a ROBB script, or an AIDS test.
I'm "positive", you're way less.
Slaughterous,
how I martyr this
novice' §hit.
I'm a prophetic novelist
to this comic strip.
Turn your hat back Andy Kapp,
be glad that i don't blast at-the handicap.
I will snatch snacks
from your fanny pack.
Drag u by your med tags
til your neck snaps.
Prop you up hunched back
and all that.
Plant half a fifth in a brown bag
in your hand that can't grab.
It just dangles there close to your chest,
§hit sucks appears to be mangled at best.
But it's stronger than I wouldve guessed,
before it clamped to the glass.
I'm more wrong than the test that lance passed
You are sofa king we tarred it, how can I ask this?
Are you slow? Are you always picked last, kid?
Out of you and your brat sis,
is she the fastest?
Did you take a short bus to classes?
Consider yourself outlasted,
by a blast from the past bit(h.
Ask Nikol 9, he'll tell you, "Classic"
Like a tisket a tasket.
I sip jack from a flask with
Nip, as we sit in a slip on lake placid
Hunting gators, baiting our hooks with fagg0ts.....
............They think they're smooth hidin in shadows.
But I'm the last foe
you should ask fo',
ask the last fo'.
Are you mad h0e?
Ill say it to your face, fuk a rap "bro"!
I'm dyin' if I'm lyin'
in any lines I'm rhymin',
like I'm dinin' with a lion.
He? In a chair. Me? Lying there
cloudy head, no silver lining.
He's choosin' wine as if he's been refined.
The hi-fi spinnin' vinyl, sounds of violins.
Resembles a childs cryin',
but those cries are mine.
Necromanic divinin'!
I'm fightin' to survive the prides den,
battle cries in the nights wind.
Growls, howls, then... silence.
He looks for his knife and finds it,
lodged in his windpipe
with me behind him.
You're fukn with a cult of domestic violents!
Clock work orange.. I'm them!
End your torment of ultra-violence?
I can't, I swear... I promise, I can't.
Okay I'm bending the line
between your truth and mine,
if anyone's Kareem, I am.
You're unknown portraying the role of a giant,
fees and fines for foes bum.
Does treason rhyme with tree sun?
I can only plant seeds u have to grow son to be 1Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-05-2012 at 06:13 PM.
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This is awesome!
"You couldn't wreck
with me in the deck,
Driving drunk
Cops at'cha trunk.
You're in hot pursuit but I evade it
I'm fly, in my spaceship,
Wanna know why I'm so crazy?
Cuz my eyes stay dilated.
I have direction Satan gave me,
And I obey it.
I'm the monster your lies created.
When I display it
you my praise my latest,
yet despise my greatness.
So I reply with hatred"
Now every time I drive though I'm gonna be thinking "Cops at'cha trunk" -
Lost at sea, Ain't possible for me
I'm captain blighe and I know these seas
Give me a compass and the sky
And then you'll see
No matter how far away,
I'll always be back and free
I will survive any mutiny
While you crumble under scrutiny
And for all your lyrical bounty
An angry eminem wannabe Is all I see
And I'm tired of the same old cds
The world don't need another slim shady
Or for that matter another dude hatin' on the lady
How cliche to refuse us without ever standing a chance
No one's ever been in your pants,
You haven't even made it to first base,
Linen bras? Whose skirt did you chase?
Some old lady with such antiquated taste.
That's why you gotta bash in an old dudes' face?
gotTa Keep your grandmother chaste?
I think it's sweet she's willing do you
Help put your penis to some use
But god does she have praise you too?
Cause I don't think there is anyone who'll
Pay attention to the words you drool
I'd rather be lost as a rule
Than be so deluded as you
face the facts,
All these angry rants, don't change sha-t
and no matter how much you holler at me
I'm a mountain, and the wind don't move me,
I'm a captain, and your breath propells me
I use you to get where i'm goin'
While you in the same place just blowin' -
If 'retro' your a bob dobb relic vestment; salesman. But a failed scam. you won't sell this.. Originally Posted by Venomonology
Such a frail plan; mail parents tail ends of ale cans. Ill scratch 'true master' like I dropped my big l disc.
Motel Six. Coquettish homeorhesis. So helpless.
Retro? Not-so until you've cloned Elvis.
I've never met your @ss and loyalties expected?
Left the craftsmen; wasn't totally invested..
Dozing in and out while I'm texting.
Doped up shots give me a hand to hold and you want a best friend?
I'm not one to ask for a first name.
Yes out of jail now but im back to on my birthday.
Always on the edge but exhausted from the balance to step back.
F**k text rap. I write to live less crap.
Here It's always 'I'm the best'; and 'your the former'.
Or 'I'm passive aggressive but expect to be coarser'
Lets get a grip, re-tire; as Chris had said.
Slip and slide; no traction; act is plastic as the Christmas set. -
I'm original, sinful; like the apple in Adam's eye Originally Posted by smoothtung
the black refined within is what consists in my battle cry
these phagocytes - malignant symbols - shatter my balanced mind
& galvanize factitious wishes.. bad advice.. can't deny
abandoned skies; personified replica chicken licken
saw reticence born inside; was warned but still didn't listen
persistant visions come to me in dreams like archetypal forms
infants, children.. asking what we've blown up our horizons for
"one final score" - call of the smoothtung; rap's perfidious creature
had an idea, he bought it.. was fully supportive.. then he aborted; a hidious feature
insidious leacher; & if you wonder why the aggression and anger
it's cuz the loyalty you never invested was kind of expected as standardLast edited by Venomonology; 10-05-2012 at 03:47 PM.
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You ain't no scientist
You' a charlatan
Snake oil salesman
a Mesmer
A Rasputin
All You craft is an illusion
Words sole intent for confuse-in'
Those who might not know what you say
Might see magic in your conjurers way
But once you pull all those layers away
The magic is gone when the language is plain
stripped down, there is nothing but smoke
A faithless, untrustworthy hoax
It's all a joke what you wrote
Though some were fooled with your mirrors and smoke -
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yo.. that was metaphorical; passion-evoked Originally Posted by Vouve
'bout mental species feeding on extravagant hopes
I'll handle my boat, you paddle your own
& try not to read me in such factual tones
if my language awoke some challenging prose
chances are you should spend more time examining posts
see, this flesh right here is laid on actual bones
sometimes with panels exposed because I'm accident prone
but my personal goal right now is damage control
cuz when it comes to life, I'll have the maximum dose
your problem is mistaking heart for blankets of smoke
you didn't understand.. but instead of ask, you supposed
that's my reality rolled into a rapper's approach
cuz I've been through sh*t that only Lazarus knowsLast edited by Venomonology; 10-05-2012 at 08:50 PM.
