Originally Posted by shaadow
IM BACK AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I AGGREE,
STEP UP YOUR GAME OR DO YOU DISAGREE,
I WILL NEVER LOSE A BATTLE THAT I GUARANTEE,
IM HEARING RUMORS YOU HAVE HEPATITIS B,
ILL AGGREE TO A DEGREE ITS A INTERESTING NIGHT,
WHEN IT TAKES YOU ALL DAY TO WRITE YOUR FU*KIN SCRIPT RIGHT?,
NEXT TIME COME PREPARED FORGET YOUR RELIGION RITE,
CUZ NEXT TIME ILL SEND YOU PACKIN TO YOUR BURIAL SITE,
HOW HARD CAN IT BE BRUH I WROTE IT IN BLACK AND WHITE,
NO MORE EXCUSSES EVEN IF YOUR CONTRITE,
LIEIN ABOUT YOUR DOG BITE I WAS WATCHIN YOU IN PLAIN SIGHT,
BUT IM GLAD YOU CAME BACK TO SEE ME ITS GUNNA BE A DELIGHT,
YOU SLIPED FROM ANGER MANAGEMENT BUT YOU SHOULD GO BACK,
BECAUSE YOUR LYRICS AND SKILLS ARE JUST OUT OF FU*KIN WACK,
AND ALSO GO BACK TO SCHOOL YOUR A LITERARY HACK,
WHEN I COUNT TO THREE THATS MY WARNING OF ATTACK,
THIS SH*T COMES SO EASY TO ME I NEVER HOLD A BAR BACK,
SO AWKWARDLY SAYING YOUR STYLE IS MAJORLY DECAYING,
YOU LACK LOW SKILLS DO YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING?,
DISPLAYING A BAD IMAGE ON RAPPERS WHY ARE YOU STAYING?,
EVERYWHERE YOU GO ITS MY SCRIPT YOUR REPLAYING,
I WILL NEVER APPOLIGIZE IM SORRY YOUR COCKY,
I MADE YOU THAT WAY, MY OWN PERSOLAL DISK JOCKY,
THANKS FOR WORKING FOR ME ALL NIGHT AND DAY,
ILL WORK YOU HARDER THAN A SLAVE WITHOUT ANY PAY,
PEOPLE PRAISE ME RAPPIN WITH BOLD STYLE,
LEVER LET MY STANCE DOWN ILL BE HEAR AWHILE,
EVERYDAY ON THE NEWS I SEE MY NAME,
SOMETIMES IT TO MUCH TO HAVE ALL THIS FAME,
LOOK UP THE WORD PROCLAIM NEXT TO MY FRAME,
WITHOUT AIM I OVERCAME A PERFECT GAME,
IM THE SICKEST RAPPER OUT THERE YOU A BLODDY SHAME,
YOUR LIKE THE REST OF THE FOREIGN POSERS ALL SOUND THE SAME,
YOUR ALREADY WITHDRAWN FROM SOCIETY SEEKING SOLITUDE,
ALL IT TOOK WAS THREE SIX YEAR OLDS TO HAVE YOU SUBDUED,
TRY TO RUN AWAY AND ILL HAVE YOU PURSUED,
TAKE YOU DOWN A DARK ALLEY AND HAVE YOU F*CKIN SCREWED,
~~WesT G BwOY~~
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this guys f*cked both ways, spit-roasted - he really hates to give... Originally Posted by WesT G BwoY Y.M.C.M.B
acusing me of STDs when it's him that has the HIV.
but he didn't get that sh*t from any penile penetration,
his mama just passed it on to another generation.
see G, we can all be crude cees...
say "peepee" and laugh like girlies
it's easy to spout this idiocy
and please thee by dumbing down what we speak.
big words meaning less when put together randomly...
mis-spelled and mis-dealt... what's "internationly infant mortality"?
claims it's big, but misuses his vocabulary
basic jabs but in CAPS so it reads angrily.
calm it G, you like the DMX of text
just "blah blah blah, drugs n guns n sex.
I f*cked yo mama and didn't pay the check."
um... ok, she's a h0e I know, don't sweat.
be original, it's critical... use lyrical intelligence
think of how your words merge... essential that they dwell in sense.
my flow dances pretty, straight up hypnotic
put ya in a trace ditty, then switch - psychotic.
got it? I hope so cuz dawg ya life's in danger
I guess mama never told ya never rap battle with strangers.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. -
*****s postin, & boastin. shits atrocious
got some raid in tha holsta for u muthafukn roaches
hidin behind ya keyboard, notepad & some lotion
then get online tryna spit a fukn token
no sense, it's useless. cuz da truth is
u *****s couldn't spit if you was toothless
if u think I'm takin shots, **** I paid dues
skipp is wayyy smooth compared to these lame dudes
uhn transactions made to tha corporals
sooo forgive me if I don't come off in a playin mood
too faded. too long
tht means old bread; croutons
these bars kinda short, but I gotta flex
who got next -
Dayummn
It's been a long time
So y'all forgot about the chick that's making major big hits ?
Y'all dunno about the bxtch that is taking care of business ?
Well y'all can front all y'all want, I'mma still flaunt
My charms nonchalant, bxtch I'm no debutante
I got everything u need and even more, come & see
I'm that chick that feels you hardcore, best believe
Plus y'all bore 'em while I rock this forum
I score 'cuz I know all 'bout my decorum
Y'all 'll never be the man that your mammie is
Ya don't understand ? I'm where the drama begins
Just like ya girl, I don't see or feel shxt
I just fxcked up ur world, ain't this a bxtch ?
Go loose on them UZI's so pimps won't think they can do me
No one's gon' fool me, u ain't BIG, this ain't juicy
All these newbies like groupies lookin' for booty
Droopy fools on duty but no one's gon' move me1 <3 -
Alright West G you wanted to go then let's go...
Arright my b*tches..
Hold onto your panties for this one, cuz here - we - go..
Uh..
They tried to put me in the background
Fade me out but b*tch but I won't back down
Not now not ever, no matter the weather
Whether I'm up or not QK does not stop
So ring the bell and the clock
I got my hand around this game like my hand's on my c*ck
Yeah but my hands on the glock, kill anything movin'
They tried to - crush my spirits, yeah son that's straight foolish
From two cents made two grand now that's cooler than cool whip
Hotter than two b*tch
With bras and thongs smaller than toothpicks
And titties that's too thick
But I digress
I started rappin to deal with the stress
Same reason I started smokin cess, then I put down the ganja cuz my life was a mess
But my focus's success, got you in distress
You're beggin let up, but the let up is less
...
Damn lemme take a breath..
Arright..
I came to this game with less than a dollar
If you was raised how I was, then why even bother
But I only go harder
The world treats me coldly I only grew hotter
My temper's worse than my father's
Work ethic more than my momma's
I gotta attitude that's colder than ice
Gotta fly latina b*tch I'mma make her my wife
Yeah I just might
Believe it tonight
Whether I win or lose the battle I'll never give up the fight
Cuz the fight is my life
And livin is right... -
War is my mission to complete with passion
deafeat the opposition yes my heat is blastin
so get on your knees and pleed or bleed its your choice
...thats it. Son...I'm done mashin...gone crashin...
lolIf you can't covince them, Confuse them... / The mic ripper is here -
y'all say "I rock glocks n UZIs", like you think those guns can shoot me -
truth be, y'all loony for sure, see - pull the trigger, go ahead... you'll still be losing
and I'll still be here writing, rhyming... fixin a flow with impeccable timing...
try me, cee you're 'clouding' my 'site' - sin... ask the Cardinal where he keep the silver lining.
I been 'round'... so I'ma drop-this-'sphere' on your troposphere,
here like a CFC... I'll punch clear holes through your atmosphere.
my 'sight's' crystal clear... y'all specs on the horizon,
so I'ma 'clean sweep' here... dump the dust on all those bitin.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. -
CheesyBacon's like a NeedyTailor.. material trying to suit me. Originally Posted by CheesyBacon
I'm sunning you, so your shine's like a moonbeam.
a truely "loony" rhymer though? one or two lines were dope..
this "silver lining" smites him if he switches up like lycanthropes.
I 'alter' "cardinals", your god's a cocky lyricist.
your bishops are missing- on some bobby fischer sh*t.
be ghost and leave coz you're easily seen through.
I compute moves like I beat Kaspar' 'deep blue'.
your low "spec" processes.. won't test this.
you're not focused deep enough like seeing stars with reading glasses.
I'll be trashing the frames rapidly
like a scrap in the tate gallery.
not eschewing hate but proving danger..
you're just what your style needed.. 'youth-in-asia'.
bring heat and burn. write rhymes on paper lanterns.
you dropped the ball. I'm like naval cannons.
wait up yo, the man "dropped a sphere"?
ain't blowin' up though.. bad bombadier.
yeah this is "sphere", it's one sided.
I 'like' your script. just to 'unlike' it.
you're only a joke. serious.
I punkedyoueight times. period.
I'm feeding layman like CheesyBacon.
they bite my feat like Greedy'Gators.
he looked out of place from the gates, like SleazyAngels.
your vision isn't "clear" it's spit like SneezySpacemen.
not sick yet so change name to PleaseBePatient.
he'll only ever profit reading tea-leaves later.
I dropped this CheesyBacon..
now he's trippin.. GreasyPavement. -
Damn.
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sorry havnt had much time been working on a new song
i might be able to squeez some time in later tonight but
not too sure yet....ps..keep up the great work :P -
dope man... that "youth-in-asia" line was a bodybag right there... but here goes: Originally Posted by _SBU
I rope you along with dope lines... it's rope-a-dope.
and if my poison's got a 'moon-shine'... it's cuz I'm drunk on the antidote.
you're right though, I'm bright bro... even my 'moon beam's
light flow like L.E.D. control... glad you noticed I try to 'suit' cees -
but you got the wrong mean... I 'suit' like leave you stitched up.
proof that I'm a prodigy... I'm gonna 'smack this b*tch up'.
your rhyme's dope - but you broke flow... committed the 'Cardinal-sin'
dome full of talent and hope... but fall short, like where the 'Cardinals-in'.
this CheesyBacon's gonna leave you hurtin
more offensive to you than a vegan muslim
heed this warning - please stop jawing
I'm "youth-in-asia", but you need aborting.
talkin sh*t... n*gga hush your virtuals
I'm walkin this... piece-a-piss like urinals
while ur-in-Al's drinkin away life
I'm in China b*tch, way past 8 mile
failed style you got 'rocks' like a 'stone' one
sinks quick when it's 'dropped' in this ocean
high? Lo! son, hark the f*ckin herald
angel's and fat lady's singing cuz you just got levelled
f*ck it, 'rhyme it thrice' (remember?) now you been trebled
while I revel - dance-on-graves of cees deceased, de-cee'd, devilled.Last edited by CheesyBacon; 02-11-2012 at 05:42 AM.
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. -
whatever you need I got it my pockets are a drug shop
I pack move and deliver more bags than a bell hop
but dont come around here thinking I favor that gun talk
just because some say that Duce is a swell shot
show you who the master is shoot n make your brain pop
aim so scary that dispatch wont even tell cops
how I...pack move and deliver more bags than a bell hop
you think hells hot well I think not my crew fire brigade;
we make volcanoes stop colder than freeze blocks
strong enough to carry the weight of the world
on my shoulders without EVER having to "ease drop"
pants sag low I got that fresh technique james bond ora
fatal mystique Never ease up till the day I meet my grave spotIf you can't covince them, Confuse them... / The mic ripper is here -
n!gga, in that other thread you let your religious side out Originally Posted by DuceDaMicRipper
and seein as you're also here battlin, you KNOW I'm gonna 'rip' on that now!
Jesus ain't comin back n!gga, and if he has he's already been n gone
how can I be so sure? cuz it's HELL havin to listen to your songs.
just for a minute, you can be Job - I'ma really make you suffer
rape your women and pillage your home, prove like Abe did God is a bluffer.
there ain't no salvation from eternal damnation to be found inside some holy-text
it's just politics which for centuries has made us war with foreign-men.
the world is FULL of suffering bruv, and God? he just can't cover-it up
like f*ck, some old man made-it-all-up to increase the strength of the-government
like 'Scroobius Pip' said in his song 'A Letter From God To Man'
we're the weak ones and it's our actions through which ourselves we've already damned.
there is no divine justice, there is no revelatory plan
there is only us, the choices we make, evolution and the f*ckin Big Bang.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. -
Blood fills as I face my opponent
Just so you know I show no emotion
Play no games, know no hope and no conforming
Don't waste time on simplistic raps
So my attack is to turn the clock back
And make you take all that sh*t back
I could give two sh*t's about religion if I was sittin
On the toilet, Spoil it
Weak spot? Have none, QK's god's son
To an atheist, save it b*tch,
If I had one wish?
Take all these little weak rappers all in one row
Shoot a f*ckin cannon - out in one blow
Cheesy - your lyrics ain't bad and I ain't hatin'
Please understand son the place I come from's a complicated one
To say the least
Had my feast
Killed many rappers like the Dead Sea
Rest in piece
This disease
Is flawless, replicated virus, what you call it
Doesn't matter, shatter, everything standing, splattered
It's all over 'fore it even started, can't shoulder the boulder
Or the weight I holster, unknown to the world like a foster
Child - mild? Hardly, gnarly, started young like Carter
I swim in deep waters
You're in the shallow end
Let's not pretend ...
But I like your words, you spit some truth to this hopeless youth
You wanna come at me like I come at you
Then bring the proof
Cocky and uncouth
They say the truth hurts, I'm about to prove
Own ya after I condone ya - I'm on one
So I ain't gonna make this personal - yet
Bring what you got and we'll raise the bets
Cuz I raised the bars
Sky's the limit but I've gone too far
Far from god but I'm open minded, let's rewind it, put behind it
Twice the wit in the form of emotion without chokin'
Too real like I ain't jokin, beatin rappers like I hit a lick
You match wits?
Bring it b*tch
Cuz we need a real opponent in this b*tch to match with Quick
So bring it b*tch...
Hold up - I ain't done yet
Quash sh*t and squash sh*t 'fore I even start sh*t
More rage than in a huge as* mosh pit
But you caught me, in the eye of the storm
Feel my calm, then flee me from
Don't just jog, run b*tch run
Cuz half the fun's in watchin' my prey tremble
I'm hard like bass, you soft like trebble
Not on my level
Not now not ever, as I hit the lever
And level this place, save no face
Far too late
Cuz lookit b*tch I been through hell and back
So save these self-proclamating ego raps
That sh*t's too wack, b*tch why bother
Piss me off I only go harder
Cuz this whole life's a fog that fades in time
So try to savor every line
Every verse, 'fore you ride the hearse
From death til birth like I'm livin life backwards
But sh*t could be worse
See I take and pack words, like compact words
Til I let 'em burst on my enemy
Can't you see
He stood no chance
Not a bad beat but that b*tch can't dance
Couldn't bear to look, only one glance
As I leave you in pieces, understand
Beat your as* like we on the green
Golf 'n' links
Now I ain't gotta spell par backwards to make you think
Cuz you can tell from scratch
That's a rap
Yeah b*tch
That's a wrap -
the sh!t U-sain, bolts sprayed in sprinter's times Originally Posted by quickill
but this game's no race, 'quick-ill's don't win-no-rhymes
you 'wood wind'a battles but splinter like halved-'flutes'
I snipe, careful aim... whereas you spill 'em like mass-shoots.
you're 'grass'-roots, only thing your writs got in common with 'dope'
is they're 'green' with envious feelings towards the writtens I've wrote.
and know you don't, how to structure a nice verse
your flow's like water... after frozen into ice first.
'dead sea'? well out of you I can fashion-a 'dead cee'
segregate your limbs like black Africans in the seventies.
you're below 'par', fagg*t all your verses are 'bogey'
I'm 'albatross'in as I'll-be-'droppin sh!t' your little 'birdie' told-me
as she holds-me while I got her spread-'eagle'd
now bite your tongue, son... cuz these lyrics be lethal.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. -
Originally Posted by CheesyBacon
you "trebled", but bassically not the right build.
I put time in to rhymes whilst you're tending "th'rice" fields.
you're quite skilled but lack will to build. a WeaklingMason.
just read and see-sickness. QueasySailor.
your borderline of'fences like BeefingNeighbours.
or even nations. I leave invaders as treaty makers.
Cheesy.Bacon's ..sweetly flavored;
"Cee".Bee's made to "fall short".. abbreviation.
taking punches and shots like inebriation.
the last to advance. a steeplechaser,
sounding raw like shouting hoarse. he's not even stable.
just vague rants. it seems he's vagrant..
a meagre status.. a measly cadence..
and CheesyBacon's beaten brainless.
my beastly nature leaves him slain but
brings him back.. to clean the sabre.
I'm "walkin this", b*tch. like a beagle trainer.
My lines stylin' on him like a piece of paper.
switch it up like a cd changer.
please, it's blatent.. CheesyBacon,
change the name to ThievingTraitor.
it's deviation sick as scenes in steamy basements.
you hide behind shaadow like a SecretAgent.
you ain't packing iron; flow's like anaemic patients. -
Typical Originally Posted by CheesyBacon
Word play no substance, what's this
Another phony rap that can't stomach an attack
From some real sh*t that's
Fact not fiction
Talk bout my b*tch man
Rip your tongue out your untalented mouth, that's how we roll in the south
Bro you lost with me the bird sh*t
You don't even deserve it
A reply from me - but f*ck it let's see
Since you wanna talk about real MCs
I hit you from odd angles
I sell out more tickets than Fandango
Let that thang go, drop you from tenth floor no dangle
Laugh as you fall bluetooth - no hands ho
Bro you got no
Right comin' up to me
Sayin' dead cee
B*tch you couldn't kill an ant with a shoe if that guy crawled right up under you
Talkin bout sniper, b*tch decipher my words
You couldn't get a girl with my girl's curves
You can't form a f*ckin sentance with my words
Untalented and lost the bet
Couldn't write a f*ckin book bout the alphabet
You prolly never even fired a gun
If you see me in real life, best bet is run
With sixteen bars I went to hard
So I wrote a whole song, killed you my god
Got one thing right
Godd*mn right I'm cold as ice
Cool as night
Frigid and frozen, blow me
Fake f*ckin rapper turst you don't know me
Got any real talent? C'mon b*tch show me
As your b*tch came up to me like "Hold me"
Hell no, fat ho
B*tch too fat gotta buy two tickets just to take her to the airport
Park her in the carport
I don't even wanna hit your b*tch
That b*tch too nasty, not in a good way
What would Tiger Woods say?
Hit that fat b*tch with a nine straight into the rib cage
So here's your world play
I hit eighteen holes when you were eight years old
Your mom sixteen times and your sister twice for I let her go
\ -
Everyone this is the standard, period. This is where ur tryna be. The time he put into this I dare to guess was lengthy and strenuous, but ^ as you see it ended(ends) up perfect for em. I can see how much time and thinking was put into each line, the perseverance level is strong, straight baller.. Originally Posted by _SBU
Writing's a long, dirty process...
Hah an the longer an dirtier the process, the fresher the result.. -
man SBU... I can't match that... damn
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. -
you couldn't drop me, let alone dangle Originally Posted by quickill
I'll take my wok and choke with pan-handles
man-handle, but not the way that you do
obvious this fagg*t from the south has got a screw loose
chew shoes as I kick you in the gob, sh!te b!tch
medics like soccer fans as they support man's-chest-to-unite-it
f*ck your b!tch man, you won't get no apology
infect ya brain, call it venomonologyHip-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.
