
Come get slaughtered!
Thread: Come get slaughtered!
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_SBU said:
05-03-2013 01:36 PM

Originally Posted by
J_art
same style and approach
wanna be life coach, a vulture
demented and tortured
for whom thee unfortunate scorch
with words that ole hang man, your the type that damn man
you don't know a thang, stan, you're only a fan
you gotta be there to know it, not just watch it on gangland
i don't bang, only because i follow my own plan, holding the lords hand forever
you sever and try to be clever you'll never be nothing but more than a poor man
taking gifts from a fork hand, you're a door man,in no mans land,
no man is an island, think what you can
but i suggest that you don't boy, because you won't understand
you can twist it to a handstand, but i'll flip it back and stand correct
dont plan to sweat. but i'll let you be the best you can
homie, handle it
"door man"? nah.. since I'm rhyming with 'J Art'..
I aint even a "door man".. I'm a 'gate guard'.
there's a line I won't cross: offense with no style.
there's a line he can't cross: a-fence with no stile.
it's devilish rhetoric from the pen of a pessimist;
you plan to "hold the lords hand" whilst I'll "sever" it?
nah.. you aint holding hands, that's' a fallacy.
nah.. I mean, apparently.. that's a phallus,see.
cut the chat and rap to me; enrapture me.
it's.. sad to see strategies parody pharasees:
I thought Robb 'Mack'can'be'an' Revolt'ing writer, then you came along.
major loss. like, best check the prophets that you'd pay to watch.
you front.. just fall back in a rush to form facts.
you're wholly shook; took "the lords hand" or all smack?
my style's rich, might switch on "poor mans"..
I stay hungry, but I've got spoonerisms and ..'more pans'.
ay, wait.. you aint grabbing the "lords hand";
he's got his hands full and they're filthy; he ..'hoards land'.
beaten, but just front that you were born mangled.
I'll take more jabs from all angles than a "fork hand"ll.
your bars aren't on the sharp side, like fork handles.
more than just tri to be bright. like four candles.
bruv.. the stuff's got silly angles..
but Art must be high ..like the cistine chapel.
I've got All The Lyrics, still aiming for practice.
"no mans an island"..? this ATL-ant-is.
I'd mention depth but I've done it just now.
set sights high but just summit up 'wow'.
damn fam.. turn "gang land" to band camp;
I aint "bang" gats but cymbollically crash that.
ay, yo.. you don't "stand correct" kid..
wait though.. you now stand corrected.
text of mine's seminal, your effort's quite terrible.
I'm "a vulture"? you must be high ..tibetan sky burial.
if I did "best I can" I'd be ten time champ; blessed like that.
I'd only return to see the scene bleed if I left my axe.
if I'm "only a fan" and your standard's dependant..
damn fam, I'm just fanning the embers.
"Stan"..? please.. I'll lead the pack that stampedes.
if Art's a modest comic I'm a bad dream of Stan Lee's.
you try to deny the replies.. why though?
you'd be prescribed suicide by a "life coach".
I'll "think what I can": if your rap is legit'..
just 'can' 'what you think' ..by trashing the scripts.
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_SBU said:
05-08-2013 02:35 PM

Originally Posted by
TheTANK
not another basic computer rapper/ behind the scene wannabe
all it will take is one swipe/ like nas all i need is one mic/
the tank runs threw smashing yall/ **** being nice i aint asking dog
ill game you like halo/ remember this isnt no game/
talented so much im obama's ghost writter/
who do you think came up with it's time for a change/
i got dollars/ i aint fronting im a throwback still wrecking thru you lames/
momma never loved you cause ugly *** what/ that creature from the black lagoon/
not cute enough/ society threw his *** back/ only tycoons, dorky nerdy urkle types not allowed
I write when I've got rap to do;
you bite and "swipe" ..like raptors do?
I beast and leave bare actors bruised,
mow-glee cast down, and even smacked baloo.
I slashed platoons and ran 'em though, and there's another factor too,
this is over your head, or like a panther through a panzer's roof.
it's kinda like attacks attract recruits and trap the troops..
and that's the truth.. a single flip can turn Tanks to tombs.
please.. I beast and keep it bright; no "black lagoons".
it's hardly hard to parr-T', but he can't,he.. lacks balloons.
Tank lacks tracks.. he aint advanced a bit.
Tank's stoned at home and it's hardly the gaza strip.
I aint saying this massacre's fair,
or that Tank crossed the line like tianamen square.
this Critique's for a Pure Reason.. in actual fact..
I'll flip the script 'til I turn Tank to Kant.
if he's got battlebars in the schemes..
they must be camoflaged and fatigued.
seeming like his motive's gone,
and Tank aint driven, droning on.
'Tank's a rumour; bad manouvre;
got him open; can of tuna.
he claimed the name 'Tank' ..still room for truth in that?
..since he's so full of s*** ..is it 'Sewage Tank'?
it's ABCs.. basic steez..
but 'Tank' lacks heat; that's 'APC'.
"nerd"..? word; I'm great with speech,
no manual and dismantling him.. like 'a PC'.
if Tank's fam would die to Cypher.. matrix scene.
wait.. he aint even facing me until his game's increased.
"gaming like Halo".. wait though..
"got dollars".. in real estate on Saints Row?
you front like you're a pharoah, but 'I Am'.. "like Nas"..
and I'll lead a whole Army of Pharoahs.. like Paz.
I'm dope with the rap facts,
he knows that he lacks that.
I'd totally ban Tank:
Kofi Anaan swag'.
Tank, you act like facts aren't important; a half informer.
and you "aint asking dog" ..but you try barking orders.
and I aint sayin' it bothers me much,
coz either way the response'll be 'ruff'.
I'll wait for the day your pretending's relented,
you lie but you don't try getting inventive.
"lame"? wait, you defective appendage.
I'll represent the collective perspective;
we've seen he didn't kill it, like perceptive detectives.
you know the drill, like a pessimist dentist.
deflected when you attempted a "wrecking".
you'd only do damage if intending to mend things.
you'd kill it, if you were a medic's apprentice.
but you'll get taken out like a septic appendix.
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J_art said:
05-09-2013 11:15 PM
High? I'm in orbit with 3 strikes
Why would I quit
wait for the next cycle to hit
Forfeiting three nights
Maybe you'LL understand that
Since you don't speak from the heart
Yeah I don't sleep when it's dark
Now tell me a fun fact
Nothing against the Greek, I don't care where you rome
but if that's really how you and your friends speak,
No wonder your're always on your computer at home
Forget a chrome
Google that
S bu bu is super wack
same predictable rap
A prophet? Boy, never!
You're so clever, but lack wisdom
Or maybe actually living
See I sever a system
No need for a pattern
I get out of line on purpose
No emotions , so your words are worthless
I could care less what you think you know
I know exactly what you're thinking
So if I attack I'm simply winking
in fact that got you sinking
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Montino said:
05-10-2013 06:06 AM
ph Titled]
Yo, I rip the head off *****s that try to oppose
And I don't like to talk to hoes
Unless they don't where clothes
Any rapper out there that think they better than Montino
Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
Me and my *****s on the corner straight dunnin it out
With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
Swear my self under the oath and never tell the ****ing truth
I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again
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_SBU said:
05-10-2013 10:03 AM

Originally Posted by
Montino
ph Titled]
Yo, I rip the head off *****s that try to oppose
And I don't like to talk to hoes
Unless they don't where clothes
Any rapper out there that think they better than Montino
Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
Me and my *****s on the corner straight dunnin it out
With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
Swear my self under the oath and never tell the ****ing truth
I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again
Uh. Seriously..?
You didn't write that, you bastardised lyrics by Celph Titled from AOTP. I think it's from an Apathy collab or something.
You even broke the flow to insert your own name, it's wrong on several levels.
I'd be pleased to battle cypher against you for practice, or to discuss technique, but please don't try to pass off other artists' lyrics as your own.
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_SBU said:
05-10-2013 01:00 PM

Originally Posted by
J_art
High? I'm in orbit with 3 strikes
Why would I quit
wait for the next cycle to hit
Forfeiting three nights
Maybe you'LL understand that
Since you don't speak from the heart
Yeah I don't sleep when it's dark
Now tell me a fun fact
Nothing against the Greek, I don't care where you rome
but if that's really how you and your friends speak,
No wonder your're always on your computer at home
Forget a chrome
Google that
S bu bu is super wack
same predictable rap
A prophet? Boy, never!
You're so clever, but lack wisdom
Or maybe actually living
See I sever a system
No need for a pattern
I get out of line on purpose
No emotions , so your words are worthless
I could care less what you think you know
I know exactly what you're thinking
So if I attack I'm simply winking
in fact that got you sinking
yeah I mostly post from my "computer at home"..
but it's all 4 Gs, like I'm using a phone.
damn.. I mean, dam.. you're abusing the flow..
you're fighting the tide and refusing to go.
what? stop.. quit it, I aint "sinking".
we're not dogs but I got styx throne.. 'king sin'.
my kingship aint "sinking"..
ha. damn.. my fam rap, his 'kin sing'.
see, I move true Gs when I flip script.
I'm bright with my lyrics.. vividly livid.
bars over jokes, imagery over image.
he still aint ready but lyrically finished.
you've lost a lot and you don't know it..?
you think my 'Words-worth'less? you're no poet.
I'm better at rhythm.. with cleverer writtens..
you couldn't "sever a system" with seven assistants.
I'll tell 'em that you're not a threat,
then "sever" coz I've got the edge.
you've barely got any proper honor left.
you aint fly, just high and on a ledge.
"no need for a pattern" apparently.. grammar switching like his gramma's knitting..
catch the image.. I'd jump 'er (sweat 'er) and stretch 'er if that was fitting.
"no emotion" bruv, f*** that..
coz I aint hate J Art, but I love rap.
I'll "get out of line on purpose" like Miss Parks.
he aint "get out of line on purpose", just mis-parks.
it's fire, and no strawman's gonna miss sparks.
but he stayed; stained.. piss marks.
since he's "sinking": ..bismarck.
sinking, or swimming with big sharks.
it aint "greek".. but I checked 4 humour and he aint healthy..
I aint wealthy.. but I'll "prophet" from this "computer" ..like Dell-fee.
I'm "always on computer"? nah, you got your wires crossed.
"forget a chrome".. ie. gots hot cougars through firefox.
I control 'cees.. see, he can't copy that..
"predictable wrap"? hah... bodybag.
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J_art said:
05-11-2013 07:32 PM
stop trying to be deep
your A's stray Away,
B Breaf with belief....
C Creating isnt D hard part,
and i can Delete, Eat' F For Greek,
Honest to God, I would leave sb"u" in a Jeep,
starving for wisdom, while his thoughts marinate
for the dessert to Keep,
Lost' M, he's Mangled, N akwardly angled
scared to look Over and Peek,
he waits for the Q, he's an actor, R Rapper,
retreat isn't a factor S long as he compete with the Sheep
in a Tank U look Unique, with shallow attacks
which value Vague because he's Weak
im putting this shark in the nemo Xzibit
tangled in a beat like Yarn,
he's trying to farm Zeitgreek
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_SBU said:
05-13-2013 04:49 PM
Art's assanine and barks battlecries.. cd?
e..whatever. f' a weak scheme.
flow's forced, flawed.. a fitting finish?
continuing his scheme, the 'g' would be 'gimmick'.
hi J.
..'k?
wait, I'm taking the piss and this flow's free'
so I s'pose its only 'el'em'en'tary that I'd 'owe pee'.
he can't catch up, like he's chasing horizons.
'abc' schemes? ..'a blatant contrivance'.
I've tried telling him, like a patient advisor..
meek little "sheep" shouldn't play with a tyrant.
a beastly creed.. delicate essence..
I'll lead these "sheep" through to delicatessens.
he aint wasting sessions, he's facing the lesson
that his desperate attempts aint replacing progression.
he's craving attention; the 'abc' scheme's 'a basic confession',
so he aint one to judge when debating the sentence.
I've mauled forums, and I aint saying you're a poor sportsman;
you fall short 'nd take low jabs like a dwarf swordsman,
whilst I rise to build and destroy like the lord's foreman.
killin' it: yall mourners. I get heated and retweeted: dawn chorus.
your style's stuck in the 'ninties', you're cornered,
and you still can't find the right "angles"? .."awkward".
I don't "Eat", I feast though.. so I'd urge more caution..
bland taste; lacks flames; serves small portions.
I aint have to suffer for art to make Art suffer..
I feast and make each supper last like the last supper.
strive to shine, but you've gotta know the limits;
polish your style, like washing broken dishes.
the flows are fitting.. yall schooled first and then served like loadsa fishes.
The flow's-pacific. no, specific.. "nemo"? nope, you got the 'omen' twisted.
I move too "deep" and you lose sleep;
Cthulu steez. I do due deeds.
sheer cheek.. I aint "compete with sheep".. look closer..
and consider me an ex-shepherd when the crook's broken.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-13-2013 at 05:58 PM.
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swag_fag_illiest_200 said:
05-20-2013 11:32 PM
freestyle
I'm the best, battle me
Stacking money like pringles, askingwhy u single, ***** gotta learn how to mingle, number one like golden state, rest in peace to tope, my swag dripping like a bloody nose, got me some d rose, I play for Milwaukee and that's why ur lucky , cus y'all a lil sucky
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_SBU said:
05-21-2013 04:18 PM

Originally Posted by
swag_f*g_illiest_200
I'm the best, battle me
Stacking money like pringles, askingwhy u single, ***** gotta learn how to mingle, number one like golden state, rest in peace to tope, my swag dripping like a bloody nose, got me some d rose, I play for Milwaukee and that's why ur lucky , cus y'all a lil sucky
sat back chillin', catch that image; 'Swag f*g illest' ..abstract lyrics?
damn that's vivid. the other hundred and ninety nine must be mad gifted.
nah.. you lack that passion for rap so don't front:
no "number one" ..or the most numb.
maintain the bluff like the gamechanger's "luck",
he "plays for Milwaukee" but aint made the Bucks.
"stacking money"? doubt it bro..
he aint made bucks; no mounting doe.
I doubt his flow, but "dripping" if he 'force-it'.
the content's lost when his lyricism's forfeit.
it's plain that his name's straight irony. finally,
lil 'Swag' might get buried for petty piracy.
you "play for Milwaukee"? rookie, you're p****;
I'd beast and either play for an end-or maul wookies.
you "play for Milwaukee" ..that's Swagger?
hall of famer; I'll play for Valhalla.
it's time to test fallacies.. "I'm the best, battle me"?
why the stressed parody? write the text naturally.
holding back? ..redacting schemes?
to "mingle" in? ..assassin's creed?
my reign's great as a ..god that's bringing deluvium.
biters sleeping on the spirit.. sophorific communion.
demon steez; I could beast without backup,
and the horns make it awkward to "mingle" in jazz clubs.
"golden state"? cold; afraid; he'd shiver in cali'.
whilst I mould the fates, like shiva an' kali.
midas style; hold the hate until it's in a "golden state".
rusty, plus he hides behind the bars like they're a stolen gate.
kid, your card's marked.. so no "luck" involved when you face my flips..
bet soul then fold. I'll "stack money like pringles" when I place my chips.
I've "gotta learn"? ..not concerned.
you've gotten burnt. got an urn?
his word aint worth it's weight in paper.. my text's heavy..
his style's "like a bloody nose" but he blows, so it gets messy.
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J_art said:
05-25-2013 04:22 AM
your feelings are well suppressed
like smoke, you can't see because you inhale, you cant tell how you feel
except the burn in your chest
i learn from the best
make a turn for the rest
robinhood of the message, im blessed with finesse
and concern for those who capture it less
those who are ill with fag swag wanna profit,
off their will, but they will, will be filled with strong willed, overkill of a
prophet
you try and put yourself on a pedestal, im flippin' you off it
chirpin birds over your head and a bloody nose
im throw blows til you cough it, like a smoker taking elbows in a mosh pit
i could tare you apart my boy, i'd easily break you
but i don't hate you, or the evil that make you,
you're bait to me, you see? i don't wanna be where he's gonna take you
this desease brought you to your knees and it ate-chu,
excuse me,but no thank you, god bless you
other than that to address you
would be to rebute...dispute? NOPE..
execute,text to mute,sbu makes me puke
but next to you, has the best view to oppress you
not how the press do,
or what the media feed to ya brain,
just lies, to mind **** and malest you
without the need to undress you
now you're the illest with fag swag
a jerk and a real peice of work
you're hurt worse than the killers in baghdad
swag fag? do you not need a gag bag? mad at your dad little lad?
had you get served a bad bag by the connect, added affect
you need to get checked for trying to act bad
like a scared travelers back pack
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_SBU said:
05-30-2013 04:10 PM
Art, perform to me.. start accordingly, calm and orderly.
the kid's still irritating a vet', like scars from normandy.
it's like Art's a forgery and can't afford the fee to pass the borders, see..
he aint made moves to advance the formulae. and aint made the bar, like half a law degree.
the kid got cross like it's J for Jehova..
I'm deep beastin'testin'.. so closer to Jonah.
he's weeping "profit".. like Jeremiah.
but forever pressured to shine like texts are diamond.
I aint "mad at dad".. infact, I was never sired,
or the son of some fundamental element that bedded gaia.
I beast 'em.. see, I aint even a heathen..
but flow kinda like the semen of demons
..meets the seed of Athena.
J? please. he's a feeble redeemer.
damn fam.. "gag bag"..? "backpack"..? scratch that..
see he's sleeping on the content.. so.. 'knap'sack.
you're not "robinhood", bringing pounds to the poor..
I'll bring paws to the pound; leave this hound at the door.
I burnt my bridges and I burnt peers,
with flames going over 'cees like I burnt piers.
I should burn Art.. to make him remember
that he should burn art.. to make his ream embers.
I'd fight a leviathan.. tear off the scales..
either he's lightweight, or.. "tare" off the scales.
wait, I'll stay solemn an' keep it
beasting like solomon key pit.
it's a monstrous drop, I'm a dominant god,
and my yard's like a scene by Heironymous Bosch.
Art seems wrong.. he's hardly hot..
so, time to flow.. like Dali clocks.
Art's parred.. it's hardly like I'm facing Matisse..
just praying that son'll rise.. like facing mat east.
he couldn't flip my scripts to improve a masterpiece..
he'll get trampled 'til Art's superflat, like Murakami scenes.
and he 'whines' like.. "how the press do".
try'tons but hide it like clouds of neptune.
he's made no moves to pay known dues..
In War-whole loads of clones'll show tomato soup.
I'd hit Art for pleasure;
the fistmarks are better.
and forever getting better with it..
flows never going downhill, like Escher physics.
plotpoints with actual facts packed in his art..?
he's still lacking spirit like it's all a big chart.
I'll switch his filler.. I'll come calm but rush
just to leave Art burnt like a dutchmaster blunt.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-30-2013 at 04:54 PM.
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J_art said:
06-01-2013 05:26 AM
if you could look at these eyes, you'de melt'n see i was born in deez embers
all i catch from you is timbers, you chuck at wood
like if i could, you'de give me paws
no applause from me you only get one of these fingers
any evil you speak i rebuke, you can turn away,eat what you puke
no beauty but this beast thinks he's cleverly cute
i'd never be you, uttering hot due-do so will it ever be true?
you fell, never rose up, you're a disney character
incase you fail to get a better close up, a poser
i speak common sense that nobody knows of
not trying to keep it a secret, you're just to stupid to ask
full of anger 2 hate, im too huge to narrow, straight arrow
i guess cupid ate your puke, it triggered a dumb ***
if i write about my pipe, you'll be like
the sober guy who never tried and replied "it's not right"
but if im addicted you inflicted my flight
i stay lit, dont follow me or split, just stick to the light
you wanna switch? like you flipping the night
you tricky *****! i know your problem
somebody dicking you wrong, or simply
not licking it, right!
and im not picking a fight, my **** in it? no
im using a stick to prick it back
**** aint you itching to wipe?
no ******* gonna beast on me
not even digital like
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_SBU said:
06-01-2013 03:30 PM
it's a fertile field but you're totally crap
so try cropping your lines like the locusts are back.
I feel alone in the fact that I'm dope with the rap,
but I aint "a poser"; an opposer of that.
I'm better than that, and ain't doing no "disney".
getting spirited away like it's studio ghibli.
making Art apparent.. but he only harms the canvas..
tricks "using sticks" and snaking like the staff of aaron.
the man's standard's nothin'.. "prick it back"?
if his "stick"s a sign then it's like my lines picket that.
"stay lit"? save it ..for all your short lifetime..
aint raising bright shine like flames in the night sky..
imagery in lyricism.. Art can't see the bigger picture..
and he aint a "straight arrow" but gets kept in a quiver.
he can "catch timbers".. an' a log.. it's "not digital",
but if I got "the finger" I chopped hands off criminals.
I'm sick and I'm high and I'm making the news..
so "infecting your flight" like an avian flu.
"disney character"? nah, that was you bro..
your status just got downgraded like pluto's.
I'll keep "beasting" but thanks for the practise dog..
if you're killin' it beesting.. anaphylactic shock.
you've got limited might.. so no "pickin a fight"..
coz I wont scrap with 'minors'; no pick in a fight.
you're thinking I'm "not right", but not rightly.
switch it, you're not ever fresh. you rot nightly
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_SBU said:
06-22-2013 01:18 PM

Originally Posted by
Montino
ph Titled]
Yo, I rip the head off *****s that try to oppose
And I don't like to talk to hoes
Unless they don't where clothes
Any rapper out there that think they better than Montino
Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
Me and my *****s on the corner straight dunnin it out
With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
Swear my self under the oath and never tell the ****ing truth
I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again
you abused Celph', like a cry for attention..
now write lines like a try for redemption.
the righteous can question a liar's confession,
but got 'no chants'.. like it's silence in heaven.
the force of this vorticist "shelters in storms"..
dragged "back to hell"; dwell in sweltering warmth.
I'm fly like Garuda inspired my future.
your craft's still missing .."Bermuda"?
the style's "felt by heads"? truesay
..all caps ..like DOOM's name.
set to get staff, my grip's regal.
and no god's iller.. like king ghidorah.
I've learned from the past like the first of the last
coz I'm further advanced with a purpose to pass
my verses warned.. word is born, a world is mourned.
a third'll fall. I forge the future's future; nursing norns.
go "beyond the norm"an' mail-a better eulogy on.
"felt by heads" on the block? executioner's song.
thieving.. he's duressed?
he's sleepin'.. a due rest?
or jew a'rrest.. an' frankly..
it's wrong gassin' like that's vaccine.
think your quite honest? right on it.
you bit Celph Titled; it's ironic.
I'd school you, but you lack the natural faculties.
you bit Celph Titled; collabed with actual 'Apathy'
the point goes over heads. sword of damocles.
you're burned bare, I'm served rare as panda meat.
feed off these drops like they're mana from heaven;
I'd even beat Celph, like a flaggelant zealot.
this kid's image- similac. I'm sick of that.. a different tact..
I'd beat Celph' easy, and I'd smash it in a mirror match.
why try to hide? the flip's so sublime..
that since it's Monti',Chris-toes the line.
you're out for the count since two thousand..
and "felt by heads".. like neuralgia.
he sees that it's wrong but he's needing the props,
so he tried biting Celph, like a flea ridden dog.
technical flips, not a stressed bevel,
but wanna get meta? I'm on the next level.
where common men tremble and monsters best settle,
where dogs protect devils and gods collect pebbles.
catch fresh lines.. watch me -future king.
as-tech's rise.. 'Monti,-zoom-a' bit.
you "don't talk to hoes"? I'm talking to one now.. done proud.
spun 'round.. the only hoes I won't talk to, I just ploughed.
it's silly to kill what the synergy builds.
the hardest of harvests since elysian fields.
sent to renounce the men of renown..
but flipped to diss orders like entropy now.
I'm "master of the dragons lair"
and father of the phantoms there.
catch a stare, recruiting snakes,
like- off the top- medusa's braids.
you get f'd by g's, it's the moll in you. a fable game.
I'm just shooting ghosts for the image. it's a fatal frame.
go armourless. a lone sparticus known afterwards.
deep, see he's-crim',sure.. no "bone carpenter"..
this "dragon" aint fly, just a snake.. I'd eat him up, but he's bait..
"master of the dragons lair"? ..or marvin's room by drake?
left dead.. best rest like a good zombie.
before I expose this d*** like the full Monti'.
it's in a different league, captain nemo'd,
since he sinks quick, capped in knee mode.
ay, wait.. "blasphemers"?
that's limp.. blast-femurs.
see this deep freestyle.. meanwhile..
'e-gipped me off with the flow.. see-nile?
if his kind of manouvre's a sign of the future..
I'd sooner reap public, like "islands in cuba".
even if he wins he'll still lose it..
see, stealing from Celph's kinda stupid.
hella easy aint it..
Celph-depreciating.
I tore "strips" from the religous like some sort of schism.
and chill in the eye of that "storm" ..like vorticism.
wait right, it aint tight. may die, sat prepared?
you sag, and brear.. you lag and dare..
to brag and swear.. "dragon's lair"..?
smaug-a**-bored of your cheesy manner there.
the fact that he bit verse infers he's a rookie.
and the fact he 'in'furs' infers he's a p****.
Last edited by _SBU; 06-22-2013 at 02:34 PM.
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_SBU said:
06-26-2013 01:25 PM
Hey where'd everyone go? Vouve, up for a quick battle cypher thingie?
No actual offense intended by any of my battle rap stuff of course, incase that isn't clear. It's arbitrary but I find it to be a relatively quick and relaxing format for practising lyricism between more serious writing sessions.
I'd shrug off props; redistribute readers' tributes.
burn common comics; don't need the issues.
I'll raise three points for V; see, it's like scrabble..
no Em' in this game, or he might scramble.
straight up battery at the end, like it got terminal.
son, glare; I'd take out the 'eyes', like.. 'not personal'.
see the shine, right? reflect it ..like moonbeams;
still aint the same perceptual spectrum as 'you V'.
prefer ultra violence if you didn't catch that? it isn't abstract..
damn fam.. droog, you'd only grab sacks where the 'nads-at.
that's slang, backslash.. bait as Hove n' that rap stance.
mocked, locked in the stocks like a badman? ..nasdaq.
I aint dumb it down, confuse the true meaning..
your form fell.. or..well.. it's the news peaking?
youthes seeming new speaking. see it? you peeking?
i-pod pop? uh.. pea king? nah, that's weak s***.
nevermind.. well advised to leave it, believe it..
V's even dafter than that last scheme is.
best beast it and turn strays to pet animals.
he-licks with a twist. if the data gets magical..
I'd put gods in a box.. deus ex machina.
a bad mortal, I could even put gods in a box like that's normal;
since you're in-verse, let it all out ..pandora.
go wine with guilt. like a lax mormon.
pack a canon.. might act loreless.
I aint planned slaughter to hack quarters,
but I'll bring my fam'-in ..black horseman.
what? I'd not flog a dead horse..
afraid if it meant war I'd flay a red horse.
spread, used to get 'read'. like ex communists.
from cover to cover. like xcom units.
if these schemes're borderline.. V's 're all denied..
'visa all denied'? see he's more flawed than fly.
I aint saying it's like Supernat' flipping Juice;
you're currantly berried; raise-an' ..still a little fruit.
phew..
too few..
I lack a proper opposition, ought to fabricate.
but still stuck with V', like an awkward scrabble game.
all off the top, but I'll recap briefly..
getting that work.. 'see V'?
deep? please.. believe me, I'm tired of weak schemes.
out for the count. you'd make sheep sleep.
best just start your drop off with 'sweet dreams'.
and know that anything after that won't be seen.
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Levi Pruett said:
06-29-2013 02:18 AM
Like the bird that got all the feathers
Triple word score in scramble got all the letters
It's like I'm a cheat
But u kinda weak
Your so nervous one eye open
But they ain't closing
You got the pillow but it's the generic version
The pillow is full of cotton
You had a chance to win but it's quickly dropping
I ain't stopping
Tags popping
This ain't Macklemore but I'm at goodwill thrift shopping
ur hoes they like to chew
If you could actually rap you'd be number two
Stfu you don't know what I've been through
But I know you try to RAP and that's what you can't do
This rap so good it could be on a CD
But you're not even good enough for the 5 dollar bin it'd be 3
Rapping like a masterpiece but you lost the the key
listen boy you can't beat me
I'm twistaa_pruett and it stings like a bee
I'm tired of this rap but I loved it's style
You got beat like poppa doc on 8mile
Twista Prueit
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_SBU said:
06-29-2013 03:55 PM
"bird with all the feathers"..? that was a bait attempt..
these little birds served bleeding, like the scene in eraserhead.
"bird with all the feathers"? peace.. but I'd pluck doves.
you should come with a gun and a better game. duck hunt.
I get fowl with fresh kills and red quills. leave in ignorance.
extremely diligent.. I write hot tales with a pheonix pinion.
it's all true.. you're sore as I soar through.
Leaveyes out for the "key". like it's 'saw' two.
I'll twist'a wheel of fortune for you.. no "triple word score".
swagger like vanna white, since flips are worth more.
first thing, your word stinks. like morning breath.
not got a "pillow", but sleep'near a horse's head.
you should observe me.. I put in work, see..
been at war with the pigs ..since gullinbursti.
see him leaving.. I've got my rhymes mastered an' like armour coz..
his beasting's.. "bee stings".. so dies afterwards. like martyrdom.
I'll be sleeping on the schemes if Pruett's preaching.
soon it beats him like I'm lucid dreaming.
if it's all water under the bridge when I'm doing this..
pruett's in, and soon his kin, coz I'll make 'em race on some poohsticks s***.
new moves in mic-ology coz I rhyme properly
but brew shrooms like mycology's my policy.
if he's ever fresh, it's coz my raps preserve it;
if he's seen as a beast, I'll be the taxidermist.
I'm better with these pessimistically planned schemes;
intend to get vault-aired out.. but canned-deeds.
like a damn optimist..
feeling the pang-loss inflicts.
it aint like "macklemore".
that's fishy, like mackrel more.
you're not "mackelmore" with rhymes galore..
I support all kinds of gore.. no michael moore.
he really thinks he "should be on CD"..?
but he's only a joker. should be in DC.
like copperpot, not poppa doc.
I'm facing snakes and got a shot. like ocelot.
save the state of your game, I won't slam it..
I'll just call it all out. like psycho mantis.
"five dollar bin"..? kid I'm surely worth more rawness..
my album drop costs your firstborn daughters.
weed. "hoes" need my seed, but wait..
beastin', see.. more like the rake.
I've locked gods in a casket. placed snakes in a basket.
when feeders left wheatless next easter, wait for the harvest.
switch it.. "hoes" can examine the hose.
yo. I'm slicker than twistaa like laminar flow.
state the sanctions..
wait for action..
shine's like the diamond that I paid to travel satan's chasm.
from kether to malkuth; I've played snakes and ladders.
twistaa's moist. wringing it out.
gollum coz I'm putting scripts in his mouth.
we can trade disses but he aint hitting. great image.
escape from that "RAP"-in' capitol. like snake pliskin.
wait though.. I aint from the same coast..
aint the same brak'it. like space ghost.
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Levi Pruett said:
06-29-2013 08:25 PM
I'm only thirteen but spitting raps is an algorithm
Every direction you see venom
You say all that but you didn't serve me
Say I'm preaching meet the clergy
U don't like the competition that's just simple addition
Want me to quit rapping? Take more than a petition
The viewers in a craze
I'm in a daze
My ghosts got you trapped in the Pac man maze
Chips like lays
U flirt with gays
Talk about space ghosts?
I didn't start the forum but I'm the host
It's.my.DEBUT and I still rap the most
Lyrics spittin
Emotion splitting
Think I gotta make a good rap? This is fitting
Granny in a sewing circle u knitting
Raps come out you a** so start Shi**ing
Twista Prueit
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_SBU said:
08-03-2013 02:00 PM

Originally Posted by
Levi Pruett
I'm only thirteen but spitting raps is an algorithm
Every direction you see venom
You say all that but you didn't serve me
Say I'm preaching meet the clergy
U don't like the competition that's just simple addition
Want me to quit rapping? Take more than a petition
The viewers in a craze
I'm in a daze
My ghosts got you trapped in the Pac man maze
Chips like lays
U flirt with gays
Talk about space ghosts?
I didn't start the forum but I'm the host
It's.my.DEBUT and I still rap the most
Lyrics spittin
Emotion splitting
Think I gotta make a good rap? This is fitting
Granny in a sewing circle u knitting
Raps come out you a** so start Shi**ing
"rap most"? damn no, that boast's a bad choice.
raps most? Leave'i's out coz his rap's moist.
couldnt make a cd worth 80p.. a so-so lyricist..
seedy? worth atp? ..no photosynthesis.
grew some? gruesome:
I block shine and grue some.
"chips like lays"..? still quite plain..
got a plot with dips like.. wait..
the plot's Big, "fitting" like it matched Pun's grave,
and gotta Be Real if it's Black Son-"dazed"?
mvp v npc. I'm working with an mpc..
envy, see.. he just works with emcee pee.
life's doomed, implicit.. yo, Twista..
die looting spirits.. no mixer.
"Debut"? true..? way too skewed..
got it Twista? aint you'tubeD'?
aint too smooth; gain new lube.
not gettin' cross threaded.. wait, dude's screwed.
sayin' I "flirt with gays" like it's hate due? rage too?
aint true, bait move, but I'd take that over the lady that made you.
Leave-eyes quite right; heard it straight.. I flirt with gaze.
views're hardened; medusa's barber.. I work with snakes.
perm it? wait.. served with braids?
or how about a perfect fade?
my role here's your sole fear; I aint out to stop what we hold dear
or make blocks wait on a short shaft like mjölnir.
I'll speak deep topics and be honest.. when I got a dream I aint sleep on it..
keep on it.. seek knowledge.. but the text'll get 'read' when he bleeds on it.
If twista tries to land on his feet by copycatting, bodybag it.
cocky antics. aint a fruit but got balls like pomegranites.
aimed straight but aint framed Twista like stormchasers,
took shots toward a raw nature. mourned later.
I'm still in it hitting and his skill is missing..
deep reign, pillar assault, killin' it sibling..
know-a lot and able.. no biblical triplet.
I'd give him a slap and his phantom a backhand.
send ghosts from my pen like the centre in "pac man".
I chase spirits with pills like a snack fam..
Leave-eyes goin' home ..so the facts match.
the same maze as "pac man"? wait, I'd expand that..
play spirits and change the game's nature.. no map packs.
sooner chew through the maize.. no lab rat.
taken on a minor-tour. no backtrack.
sit and note rap facts until you own scrap-pads thick as pro crash mats..
I mean.. don't even try to flip kid, we won't catch that.
I aint say where the pope's hat's at
unless he bless me with another dope trashcan.
I met "the clergy"; they're less than worthy.
they stole outfoxed tales. still steel like metallurgy.
uh. real talk, that's hella wordy.. never earn fees..
meant to burn me? I'd charge and add insult to injury. urn fees.
he won't make it; could but shouldn't.. the flow's basic.
I'd stick in a blade tip, twist a handle ..no name flip.
blessings with riddles.. holey like there's a pit in the middle..
try to ply us like pious or pie us like cherrypicked wisdom.
each and every crosshair's for practise..
and this is just bars over ..other bars. lattice.
"debut" and your last performance,
plastered hard; the cast's enormous,
didn't pass the torch an' "didn't start the forum"?
win-ta show cold progress like the last of autumn.
in a daze? I apologize. modestly acknowedge the topic like.. 'wasnt time'.. swap the line:
it's hot what I brand on Levi like Brandon Lee vies so even The Crow-knows I'm proper fly.
your style's old Twista, like an ammonite fossil.
switch it, sonned since I'm "knitting" his swaddle.
my heart's in it, aint "start s***ing". it's.. defecating.
(that's just so the line rhymes with ..'dedicated').
(and 'never straining').
ay, wait, I'll demonstrate it:
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