Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
you ain't got game on some ex "boxin" steez. please.. "stoppin me"?
I'm like robbmack, the way I'm droppin 'G's.
you're not proper street, you're posh it seems.. stop that.
I didn't miss you. punches over your head hit the tophat.
I save the 'site', you can't even make 'contacts'.
I'll strike one like clockhands..
you're smaller so watch that..
my rhyming chimes in alarming robbmack.
I'll make this round to break it down for you, a new catalyst.
more animal raps than mews cat'll-list or moos cattle-list.
I'm winning battles; taking ATL.
you're losing battles; taking eighty 'L's
you "smoke the pot" to focus lots with nothing much to focus on.
go blow smoke through a hole in your neck like a broken bong.
f*ck those bottles of "gin" that you're drinking.
your only hope of a win's if the bottle's got 'djinns' in.
I'm f*cking p*ssed off, your stuff isn't hiphop,
if you were banned-it's for thugging with flintlocks.
you defied physics by shadowing shaadow.
you don't know justice so this drop's the gallows.
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I f*ckin hate that. You've strayed cat.. where the mace at?
You disgrace rap; Keep chasing dabs, ..an ill fake clap;
See punches aimed at some g*y hat fall 'paver' flat; ..Ill out play that..
..Breaks cats in-half, where backs n waists r' at.
Wait, I'M.."f*cking p!ssed off".. you crazy *ss feller;
I feel ripped off, dude's talking 'taking ATL'? ..errr..
Sir.. I'm a loui back pack, your the strap found mangled.
An ill give a new meaning to when a cat 'downs a handle'
I WILL strike a 'genie' ..and steal back my wishes..
I WILL sport a benie and still mac me b!tches..
I WILL strike a pretty pose like no petty foe around.
And I WILL swipe your breath like I clenched with the wet hose on the ground..
I WILL script with wit so sharp it'll cut your eyes.
Let scriptures like crisp shards spray large then scuff them blind.
Bleed open like severed lepers tethered in battle walls.
And feen, shaking and moping like coping with no adderall.
Let a convict contradict you're opening statment.
You're taking ATL only if going to 'paste it'.
Bruv you strike like clocks if of the 'grandfather' style.
An Ill strike you like clock work over an Ann Arbor mile.
I'm of a ..harder file.. your transcript is transparent..
I am to guard my while like an Inflictive deterrent.
You are nothing to me, so be dis-posed coz you're trash.
I'm not ****ing with 'green' except the growth in his stash.Last edited by smoothtung; 02-04-2012 at 05:21 AM.
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yo dawg u up fo battle
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Take ya time dont matter to me
stutter till it hurts while I freestyle freely
I can make this shi* look so easy
its breezy just waitin fo my chance to get cheesy
lookin at a blank page its gettin scary
... just settin the stage so time to get scary
ill be waitin with ya girl stealin her cherry
but dont get mad at me
just somethin I do so happily
have her walkin bow legged for a couple of days
ooooooo...i can definatley say it was worth the pay
holla back at me cause its me you should thank
call me roto router for gettin rid of that stank
ooooooooo
but dont playa hate
like walkin on skates
cant call it rape
cause she likes when I stick my oooooooo
between her cakes
come out all steamin with cream
cause she got gang banged by the whole a-team -
You just ****ed yourself like you got a backwards ****/
so **** off you ****ing faggot *** *****/
you may as well lay down and see which casket fits/
cause truth is - in this - imma ****ing executionist/
to get upon my level you will need a ****in ladder trick/
**** it you’ll need to find yourself a ****in rocketship/
and don’t get a big head cause you know where the cockpit is/
and no i cant pilot it/
look out the ****ing window and see me ridin right on top of it/
just been in the **** a week but the fact of the matter is/
you could write your whole life and I’ll still be writin radder ****/
Can’t find condoms small enough to fit your **** so you say you’re wrap battlin it/
You’ll get it in a minute just let settle in/
even at your best you’re just ****ing babblin/
you’re just makin noise all I hear is cling clattering/
you never satisfy like a garden full of cactuses/
if we were singing to a ***** then I ****ed it with a fatter ****/
and if rap had a paper I would be a ****ing columnist/
you suck so bad you can’t even get an asterisk/
I hope that you get mad cause I can get madder. With/
Two fist tight clinched about to make your ego take a major hit/
leave you pissin in your pants like you got a weak bladder -piss/
Flooding down your leg like Katrina made the levies lift/
petrified by my ryhmes like Imma mutha ****in basilisk/
you just can’t **** in the **** that I dabble with/
Harry potter gives me props on my ****in black magicness/
I have drawn the line and it’s best that you don’t straddle it/
a rattle snake is in the cage so it’s best that you don’t rattle it/
I never wanted to escape but you’ve become the catalyst/
so bend the **** over so that I can get to batterin/
then slam your head on the ground and laugh as I bash it in/
see you just stumbled right into the dragons den/
I am so smart that I got that uncommon sense/
went out and found out exactly what your ammo is/
then confused and defused you worse than a base on an acid trip/
yeah she’s your girl but if I want her I could have your *****/
make her call me dagger ****/
as I unsheathe it from the scabbard whip it out and stab your chick/
she says she’s been playing Zelda and she just found the master ****/
treating it so good as if it knows what the cure to cancer is/
I put it to her lips and get to jack hammerin/
til I leave her short of breath, talking less, and stammerin/
****ed her so hard I left her ***** wrapped in bandages/
my words are less heard than a pack of wild cattle, n,/
yours are so old and broke they can’t even hold the saddle. End./ -
I never read a written with so many expletives packed, Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B
like this guy needs to realize his verse is completely wack.
take some of that 'young money' and buy a thesaurus
cuz your lack of 'vocab' got 'u' 'lary' and that sh*t just bores us.
I'm pretty sure I could satisfy a garden full of 'cacti' -
just water regularly, and next time get your plurals right
he's standard, I 'stand'-'ard' against such atrocities
like you're a peasant who been caught stealin' from the monarchy
come at me, dunce - I'll corner you like 'a school boy'
take your 'young money' while I teach you why 'A's cool boy'Last edited by CheesyBacon; 02-04-2012 at 10:28 PM.
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. -
Enough of that. You've nothing rap, you 'stutter' an sh!t.. Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B
Get smothered kid. Get f*cked hard like your mother did.
On some other slip you wonder 'his scripts, can they be beatin?'
F*ck nah, **thunder hits** and structure de-feats him.
'I'll kick your @ss so hard' ..it'll 'bow' your legs out.
no dough request, just a show to throw at the 'text crowd'
You're less loud, volume controls the f*cking script.
My text growls, your all doomed ..I'm foaming at the lips.. ;I'm so sick,
'I'll kick your @ss so hard' you'll throw up toenails.
And if you ever get props remove your chops from my coat-tails -
Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B
Scripts ****, some wit, did you think I'd like it?
Dumb writ, bum trick.. but ..you didn't write it.
You're mighty weak, with a bitey beak. The tales strenuous..
Id like to say you're still the better cee, but he failed 'Genuine'.
http://www.letsbeef.net/battle_detai...n=tb&id=425667
Word for word man.. -
young *** *****, be tht until expired..
can't be back if ya never left.
2 dreams left, I'm gettin higher.
gotta couple big dreams, & I chase, nvr tired
cuz I know I'm up to plate, to snort a fukn line of fire.
18, & ambitious
care to witness? tha statistics,
said I'm dead fuk statistics wit a fishstick cuz they dickless
can't get close to God at all, soo he hangin from my necklace
& my heart is right behind it, big as fuk, ay listen up.
hip hop ain't got no face, but it got ears doe
& we drop these fukn feelings like they tears doe
I salute the fukn artist who got a pure soul
cuz music is all we kno as the years go
so turn the volume up, I mean the louder, the prouder
make sure ya circle small, from outsiders & liars
give your music meaning, I mean mean it from ya being
being tight & demeanor & tighten up on ya dreams.
-- Skipp -
Nothing, nada, no.. nuttin, yeut;
Loving lots-a-f*ckin what?
Keep God on your necklace just to camouflage you're nothing tough.
God doesn't know you much, nor smile on your keyboard.
..It's been awhile since rap's made ME board.
When Im 'miles' fly, it's the craft coz it means more..
I'm the shine In a child's eye, I'm the rath of the peace corps.
Get the f*ck back man, I'm beast born - and you lack strength..
I'll 'bomb' like I'm afghan an, restore the 'shaad' name.
You've never seen a cat with such rad game..
You're so mad feigned..
a bad stain spread like a stabbed vein.
I'm past great, flyin over heads like an airliner.
Masturbate and go-back-an-say you wear finer.. -
Alright... slow the beat down a lil bit for this one... like way down..
In my future I see six figures
You're unimportant like stick figures
I'm on a - higher plane
My girl give that major grain
Your girl got that major gain - mean's she too fat for one seat in a f*ckin plane
You're outdated like Major Payne
They say no pain no gain
I say no hate no fame
Alright let's do this sh*t...
I run up in this b*tch shootin
Ask questions later, this is the intrusion
Intrusive mother f*cker
Kidnap ya duct tape ya, time to see the doctor
Put you in the clinic, sick it's
F*ckin obtrusive
F*ck with me I'll end this ****, conclusive
Like six feet under
Go hard like thunder
Your sh*t's a blunder, f*ckin embarrassment
Run up at your home, kill and har-assment
Duct tape your girl, flickin on her nipples
Before I get the pistol
Sick in the head, yeah I need to stop
Keep talkin to me you end up shot or end up dropped
Cuz I'm - goin all the way
Too late to save me, can't you see I'm crazy?
Was dropped as baby
Born a badass? No this is how the world made me
Parents never raised me
So I'm raisin hell
Gather round little children I gotsa story to tell
See there was one sick f*cker
This other dude a hunter
Talkin mad sh*t grabbed the gat and the blunt uh
Ran up to the sick dude's house, planned to kill
Little did he know the man had mad skill
Grabbed the hunter's shot gun, popped one
Right to the crotch, told that b*tch stop son
Now the hunter's screamin, cryin for the cops
Sick dude went, had to grab the glock
Now you know how the story ends so I'll stop
See me I'm the sicko, drop your f*ckin pencil
Quit takin notes, too late for a stencil
Class ain't in session
Come at me I'mma leave your parents guessin
Dental records the only recognition
Pow -
Pull the trigger, spray dudds - watch them fall at my feet.
Get swallowed like swells on the Baltic sea.
I'll crawl up an fall stuff like squals of toxic steam.
With the 'crotch' punch you lost me. This is a hostile scene..
I'll wallop this cee like an advocate of the damn alphabet..
..an I'll follow up my-actions-did.. like-a-proud-cadet.
How-did-it sound-like-its acceptable to be skeptical..
Of the best-of-all specticals? ; 'shaadow's so technical..
A special vessel out to set sail and ride waves..
Let tides sway..
I'll still 'coast'.. like down the highway.
Like I did with a wide range of rhyme plays and line games.
Like I did down the court with the sport like the guys say..
I 'still coast' like my flow floats and I can drift forever.
Spit wetter and more clever than whatever you hope Is better.
So be hopeless I'm leaving you, grow skills cuz none kills.
And if you refuse just re-use be used like some stihls.Last edited by smoothtung; 02-06-2012 at 02:13 PM.
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Originally Posted by CheesyBacon
Now I lay you down to sleep/Hope you prayed the lord your soul to keep.
Because you will die before you wake/The last thing you feel is your neck when it breaks.
Don’t worry I am not done/This story has just begun.
Next I take your lip and rip it to your breast.
Take my time while I dissect inside your chest.
You saying that you want to battle/But your words seem to be stuck in your Adams apple.
What happened I thought you were going to be able/To disable my critical label.
The Distortion. Rhythmic abortion.
Here to bring a change to this here portion.
I’m taking over the game/when I do things aren’t going to be the same.
Im at the top. Higher then a sparrow.
Got more airflow then an arrow.
I’m a pharaoh./I have my Scepters and staffs.
No crew but im waiting for you to attack.
When you do ill retaliate, step back. 937, I rep that.
I’m leaving this gutter no look backs.
Fighting like a street cat in this battle for survival.
Kill or be killed in this one time trial.
Right now Im lookin into your eyeball.
Shouldn’t of opened your mouth, tryin to say this is my fault?
I stand alone on this lonely isle.
I walked on these broken tiles for to many miles.
You got 16th century brain, in a 21st century head.
Your weak, your dead.
It’s over.
‘Nuff said.
Distortion. -
This is the second script you have bit word for word. From two different websites.
You should be banned briefly but if you want 'ruin me' like you said in your message, write genuine lyrics.. an if they are bitten anyway, make sure they're of better quality than these ^ -
ight i know that is bullshi* this fuc*ing kid stealin my rips my **** posted in july whoever this is just a fuc*ing lie
im gunna find him and when i do . im a cut him up and pass him to you
http://www.my16bars.com/bars/entry/****-off-r4r/
AoX Psychonaut -
Nah bro I saw the thread you created. You wrote a quick piece on that, I can tell it was you and you had very distinct amatuerish habits. Sorry bro but own it.
Completely different styles. -
not sure if they wanna battle of if they wanna brawl
you talkin ****? we tape hockey sticks. ill ****in kill em all,
theres a few things you gotta know that im way ahead of my time
i write to beats and its easier to spit these acapella rhy...mes
i noticed it 5 hours later and wrote it in half the time,
don let me grasp the nine, cause ill put you in a place
i stand for mine, youll be looking for peices of your face
but you will never find, and blood is the last thing you will taste
see my name is Josh Campbell< mutha****in WhitePlague
quick to drop the anvil make you raise the white flag
i drop little verses that i dont give two shits about
take your *****es purses punch the teeth out her mouth
and when i drop these raps i dont need no correction
and if i hold a shield then i gotta put down my weapon
im all about destruction, dont really need protection
its all in one got my gun, thats a ****in smith n wessen -
Originally Posted by shaadow
yo ni*ga i got u all figured out i know wut u all be about
stay the f*ck outta ma hood ni*ga cuz
i be igga to pull ma f*ckin trigger of ma mac ten
yee u know ill spend 10 years in the la penn
but u want the f*ckin truth yall thought u was smarter than me
u thought u could be defettin the f*ckin mc of esticy n hennecy
yo ni*ga this sh*t has got the best of me
now its time to put you to f*cking rest
f*cking put 6 pounds of lead in your chest
f*ck u up forget the casket cuz when im finished
wit you ur home boys will just throw yous in a basket
im gunna roast yall like f*cking toast
f*ck naw ni*ga this sh*t aint a ****ing hoast
so f*ck you u wanting money talkin with no game
im gonna make u ur mama u bros u sis cuz
bro dad all walk with their head in shame
cuz ma sh*t aint tame now u playin ma game
ni*ga called get f*ckin rich o die tryin...
Thats wut i thought u runnin with yo tail tucked up cryin
well now listen n listen good its ma way to choose who survivin
im gunna f*ck you up i deffently aint liein
im a take u first
f*ck u up throw u in a hurst
like u desrve u the worst
im full or words
jus listen to my next verse
run up slit yo throat
skin u like a f*ckin goat
sell u as a f*ckin coat
bury you with my f*ucking boat
i makin my money legit
ye i know how to flip
your rhymes f*ckin ****
i got a full clip
jus took it outta yo mamas clit
but its covered in sh*t
i rather take a sip of sh*t
than listen to you f**kin spit
my 45 i gotta grip on yo ship
i flip a dolla
cuz i aint got no colla
so f*ck u im not even gunna bother
tellin em where u at in the water -
No ~I didn't read it, a blank page hits harder; get smarter..
I 'flow' with meaning.. - ..like caged slaves in charter.
You've brave shame so, reach grave as martyr...
You'll die for a cause like the cross, but to say that I came larger.
partner; you ..'come 'tight'.. with an elastic fetish..
This addicts hellish.. you aim blame at an erratic menace.
I'm rapping tennis, I volley with 'strikes' ..like an ax-man.
"Im rapping tennis".. "volley with' strikes" watch my back-hand.
You're wack man, rap's bland, pap is barely a man.
Act it out like your dad does, cap buried in sand.
Don't mess with me peasant, I'm not liking your skill set.
So don't like what I'm texting? Bruv get spiked with a drill head.
I'm not impressed with such absurdity observingly.
These un-talented rapper kids are what's hurting me.
Like universities; you're overlooked, an application dismissed..
Curse your steez you crook, your act in fact is wasting bit scripts. -
turn my headphones up, turn the mic down, I'm bout to get lost in the music...
# shaadow, yeah...
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Finally, a real opponent
Lemme break it down, components
I like to warm up slowly 'fore I own it
Make no mistake, it's nothin' short of greatness
You're waitin for my blasphemy, look at this catastrophe
Nothin we can do to stop this sh*t from this happening
Let the beat build as on-lookers look on happily
Defenseless, let words build up to horrendous
From horrible to terrible, I'm comin out your stereo
You're soft like trebble, I'm hard like bass
Like two shots form Tupac with my glock locked I shoot on your b*tch's face
Clear the f*ckin place, I'm at my own pace
So 'fore I head off to space, I'm bout to level this place
Sh*t, was a discrace, you're an excellent rapper, your mind set's a cage
But you're not in my place, not here or ever after
So after this sh*t's faded and we're both faces with no places to our names it's
My existance verse yours
You wrote sixteen bars
I wrote a whole song, yeah it's a long one
Tonight is a long one, rollin up with guns drawn
I like your word play, but it's nothin short of simple
Put some real meanin in your rhymes, make this sh*t real fool
Until I see emotions, you're like a lyric without a rhyme
All in due time, I watch this sh*t unravel
I go hard as gravel, word play's a hassle
So I save my best for last
Build up some tension, fore I really whip your ***..
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Suspension
Walkin' a tight rope
Lyrics like ammo, bout to get that night scope
You're talkin bout absurdity, nothin short of words to me
I'm everything you hope to be, you're cloaked to me, like it's supposed to be
Fearful
Drink another beer full
Then come at me with some real sh*t and we'll see if you're ready
Words not heavy, f*ck with your head - only if you let me
Only if you met me, you'd get the whole picture
Quickill no joke, rhymes deep and thicker than a fat b*tch's sister
So lemme hear what you really got 'fore I get the glock
