I'll respond when I have time pops I've been very busy lately, in the meantime I suggest you drop a much stronger piece in preparation
I'll respond when I have time pops I've been very busy lately, in the meantime I suggest you drop a much stronger piece in preparation
I have realized that this ^ sounds mildly rude and angry, let me assure you that's not at all what I was going for.
I ain't mad atcha!
if you're "what rap needs".. then we need to mourn rap.
raw fam.. you're exactly "what rap needs to be" more than.
whilst I'm digging in crates for more wax..
you're digging in bins and it's all trash.
your inked "imagery"s incidental ..rorschach.
can't keep the "rhythm" in 'czech' yo ..dvorak.
"hair on your chest" when you fall flat? ..doormat.
..I amply trampled the post. it was all stamped.
Smooth spoke truth yo, your form's bad. walk, fam.. or you'll crawl back.
you'll "stay wack" whilst he shows "hope" ..I'm glad that you caught that.
best show respect to "guerilla growing".
"hair on my chest"..? yes. like gorilla growing.
I aint about to give props to jim popps..
I'm sonning him like jim's pops.
my family name is 'hiphop'. jim's 'pop'.
he aint ever blowin up; jim pops.
jimi writes lies and he kids himself with it.
I'll smack jimi backwards like his twisted self imij.
got "$" in the name..
got no '$' in the game..
and you dared to accuse Smooth of not making 'cents'..?
your style aint current,see.. it won't pay the rent.
twilight of the idols.. I don't condone relics.
jimi's still heavily fretting. no hendrix.
"rhythm and poetry"? please.. at least read your own message.
no ethics.. he'd harm the art with his bars but I won't let him.
"turn eyes to tulips"..? that's not tough.
I got your heart on 'pause' ..like foxgloves.
RESPECT!!!!
I haven't been beat that bad since my mom's house/ no hate like marshall's ex-spouse/
asthma already got my heart with stutter/ OJ those fox gloves/ / i won't whine/
rather wine and wolfsbane/ madea frail/ no female/ nor tyler perry fame/
If hiphop is y'all/ smooth must be fam/ jump to the rescue/ boost him from the jams/
Hope out for what?/ boy i didn't catch that/
If you gonna be a monkey/ be a gorilla/ same things the liveist would stand and deliver/ Da funk doc say s**t make your mother shiver/
I'm a lil 90's baby/ and my rap reps the same/ Arcade/ Can't play/ wit no $ in the game/
Soul full of mischief/ Reason I'm crazy/ I'm all about the relics/ hendrix current like Jay-z/
but old balls is finna damge me/ tekken press start/
Sweet combo/ Armour king and King/ Tag oh no/ Smoothtung and SBU/ hurt a brother private/ lord, SVU/
You like it short, so why not take it long?
If the iPad shakes it's not crashing, but if that's case it's because you can't hold it straight get ahold of yourself SBU, today.
Your bars can't be heard because it's typed from a ****ing keyboard;
You're probably also checking customers out, look there's their keycard
and we're all nameless in this shameless less dangerously part
of
battles
granted that
I can't see far,
I can't see you
I can't even see your car, just saying the feer(truth).
Ha damn I got killed on that. I have no retort so I guess I'll try and cut it a little short.
Random having *** a lot of sass like with a gay piece of trash fasting on the floor
whining and crying like a ***** having a baby but still had 6 kids before/
I don't write long cause I like to keep the beef you being short/
your girl told me she had bad luck, I clapped her *** on wood and now she's all good/
I gave you the what for.
{{{LAME FEER}}}
Cause my rhyming is off time and it's lame, only my upbringing can be blamed.
thomas-jeffer-twenty-dimes.. he's got-a-very-petty-mind,
dropped-a-second-messy-try, common-errors-every-line.
thomas-jeffer-twenty-dimes.. I've risen to the top.
you lost-to-Venom-twenty-times.. within a single drop.
I flip meds an dem's the death of venom.
then to jeffer.. yall can call me edward jenner.
don't blame the "upbringing", that's your own 'downfall'.
I started with nothing but hunger, and found more.
you're not a proper rapper and rappers agree.. it's apparent to see..
I'm naturally deep.. steered "feer"s backwards though the barrier 'reef'.
you're 'Dime and' mine mines diamond. best advice: accept the vice.
..thomasjeffertwentydimes ..often pressured, never shines.
just 'a couple of notes' on 'change' for 'TwentyDimes'..
try spending time on expensive shine. develop pride.
you know your own low value.. 'TwentyDimes':
applies, like 'a couple of hundred sense' he's right.
invest sense in fresh text. I don't care what jeff said.
Lets get Free.. see, jefferson's 'Dead Prez'.
you're kinda like jefferson though, so ..not a lyricist.
like a slaver that claimed to hate slavery.. a proper hypocrite.
president jefferson? ..I'm setting the precedent.
you'll never resemble exceptional eloquence.
Jeffer' gets sonned. I get head in a 'rush more'.
..got Dimes swallowing souls of the unborn.
..call it metempsychosis.
yours is formed like edified roaches.
the best defense is honesty.. you'd better send apologies.
'Dimes' tried to 'Dis'me' ..check the etymology.
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I probably shouldn't reply/ but you saying you the guy/
why you talking like moderator is more then god/ Calm down dog/ Relax, it ain't like this pays more then your day job/
Get a horse your size/ Rob/ Online persona all fantasy factory/ Be easy, get a Corona/ I bark at smoothtung once/ and out jumps his owner?/
No profile pic/ Boss hides the b*ner/ "I get head in a rush"/ Dehbourah made you hush/ Exceptional Eloquence/ If you son someone/
Tricks take pennies when Fakespear bares deliverance/ Nothin on the upbringing/ But you want peeps pig singing/
Baby it ain't funny/ just cause my last name has money/ fools want us to bounce like the bunny/ Don't act Monstar/
Nerdluck,think's we all move like slug/ Bad-luck, bare feet/ don't crush no glass bug/
SBU, left some unborns in a teary tissue/
Jimi got popp in his name because his dome ate my glock
I **** it back and make sure I hit it straight from the top
I'm ill when I drop i create goosebumps and manifest chills
You momma got that medicine cabinet, so she keep poppin pills
I be letting it up I don't wanna scare the kid away
Still be real enough to beat him like he astray
Don't know how I got like this, born this way
I hope after this drop, you still decide to stay.
Ima come in like I straight up own this place
No more frontin I'm never in second to last
Always comin in front, im here to blast
Keep in rollin like a driveby, sit down class
Im the teacher here to drop it like its hot and show you how its not
Ima teach the class because I know when you rhyme its disasterous
Met up with 2pac learned to drop from the past i stick like im cancerous
can't handle what I'm saying because you know it's the true story
I'm rappin it quick now I'll keep it going just like I be on that e40
You can show me them titties just like you the old 2chainz
At the end of this beat you're gonna have severe head pains
Not from the way its dropped but how hard this **** hits
Let it go kid, if it existed you wouldn't even be good at quidditch..
yeah switch up the style and the beat now
Comin from the back hit it unto the ground
Let us be runnin the streets with our own beats
can't come in while we eatin always be beatin
never defeatin but always victorious
Hit it up now and from the back we straight warriors
Comin out to play yours games because we runnin the train
Straight off the tracks down into the bottom of a river
is where they'll find your body, torn into a sliver
One more changeup I'm ready to get my paincup
Cup of first place for causin all of this pain
Not in it for the fame or even the personal gain
I do it because i want to unlike fake kids like you
You said nerdluck in a rhyme, the **** is wrong with you?
Bounce like a bunny but you hit like one too
When I get done runnin my pace I scrape you off my shoe
Multi rhymes in each sentence is what im about to start here
I told you many times I can teach better like I'm bullseye, darts dear.
I'm replyin to what you saying but I don't expect a holla back
Because I know if you do, I'm commin with a better attack.
You look like the pressure
That's got me crystallized ...
So real that quickill
You don't know how this **** feels
And the one that's sposed to have your back turn back quick like flip reels
Turned back just like cartwheels
That hard rock that heart feels
Your friend understands but I don't so go deal
**** you and your homies
That fake shits below me
Never had me don't own me
Apologize? Don't blow me
Like all them you phony
You don't really know me
Damn
As these years pass
Yeah as these years pass by
And I ask god why
Years just wasted
Time erased it
You tried to bring me down I grew stronger let's face it
You tried to replace it but it just ain't the same
But I'm tired of losin your sick lil game
Yeah.. Yeah
Crystals just grow,
Not under pressure though
You talkin' diamonds, fo'
but you already know
you ain't ever gonna shine like that no
Cause you just a regular stone,
gravel to pave the road
The one I walk and walk it alone
Cause no one's gonna carry ya through
And the years you wasted, sittin' there waitin'
On one knee, constantly prayin'
Askin' God to come save ya'
he ain't ever gonna be there
Your forsaken
But it's not a point taken
Cause you still waitin'
Even when your dreams are collapsin'
And somewhere I think i hear God laughin'
(God laughing-naw vouve you can say its me
jesus pat me on the back when im spitting out this melody)
I aint been on in a minute
but all I need is two
I should get complicated
but imma stay Dr. Seuss
for who?
for you
the dumb rapper that spit that average
then says he toats heat
but he toats that plastic
(listen)
Im the quake that'll leave your world shaken
and I don't think quikill is the one God has forsaken
no son
you'll gladly mistaken
cause why will God let you battle
a nixxa like satan
TO BLATANT-let me get specific
2 horns and 1 tail
that'll leave your axx pissing
TOO MUCH HEAT
for the oven in the kitchen
so you had to get some water
but the water xhoesx missing
lol...gotta go
Rhymes-fade....Only the fans bring them back to life!
your texts best get left to fester as memories,
"too much heat"? there's a lesson in entropy..
your "god"s dead now but the dude used to know me,
..my huge group of homies include zeus and loki.
I deflected the stars, soon threw shinobi..
I view truthes as holy. crews' feuds are lowly..
toxic drops; I pollute views below me..
improved new adobes, for the skewed, crude and lonely.
Toast me, I "tote heat" to roast these cloned sheep.
believe in your own dreams, but don't sleep on those schemes.
its like nikes when I pierce your soul to burst that bubble;
just go and swap your god for 'pot' like Bertrand Russel.
stay doctor seuss, I may not approve ..it's irrelevant.
anything goes so long as its eloquent.
"No son"..? that isn't even slightly fresh.
I'll take out your bloodline ..so the IV F'd.
your schemes are weak. of mice and men.
hope to grow, rodent, coz you're neither yet.
nice? depends.. I might pretend to like the text..
I'll give advice, I'd like a challenge or a minor threat..
Tackpic's pad is crammed with weakness..
mass in transit; plan it; venus.
tack pic's wrong,
his pack's ticked off.
its tragic that tackpic's got the wrong tact picked..
languished language with tactics that lack wit..
just packed with passive rapping and that's it..
'presence' left buried, like cat sh*t in sand pits.
now that cat's in the jaws of this ravaging mastiff.
pray you're not prey like a famishing mantis.
planning a hatrick like vanishing rabbits..
a drop in the ocean.. a splash in 'ATL'antic.
@SBU
...
I've ill rhymes 'fencing' with abilities to flip styles
'parry & riposte' til I 'disengage to switch sides'
'right of way' excersized, activity's a bonus
I'll reign on this pitch like it's infinite postponement
own up - Chris tries to diss me with battle rap
jest with the gist til my fist says "have a nap"
the gist is the jest, tho.. I'm panicking the 'mastiff'
& if he bites anyone it's 'splash to Atlantis'
in the underwater city he can mix with the greek gods
preach lots; his heaven's at the helm of the geek squad
he'll try to socialize but fall short instead..
& that's why his best friends are all in his head
damn fam, your theme's off.. I aint claiming "geek squad"..
get muddled up and speak wrong.. get uppercut to meet spock.
'week drops' coz your 'dire're-entry's slipping, and..
and 'V' couldn't even get the 'W' in a mirror match.
'V' seems to repeat himself, yet never gets a 'W'.
'V' your form's all up and down, yet tends to struggle through.
I aint "panicking", nah, I panic kings.
he aint that hot and I aint a fan of his.
Phenomonology.. he dropped the ph like an acid trip.
then from the start, 'V's seen victory vanishing.
'hide' when I flip V's form for a teepee.
low grade; even his girl would give V 'D'.
it'd be fake if you made an honest album..
"splash to atlantis" packing pearls of orichalcum..
and I'd still take your stakes like the 'plate'owes'.
"rights of way" waived. soon'armies break though.
phonies get bent like foe-knees ..bow to me.
pretending you're "fencing" but just testing 'boundaries'.
pretending you're "fencing", I quite like the theme..
better check what you 'penned in', I'm a beast.
climb to reach your style's peak, or leave dreams despoiled.
pensive "fencing", but I let him coz I need a 'foil'.
think I dissed you? missed the issue. I help growth.
"greek gods" seem hot, I saw 'thor' when hell froze.
your talk's all wrong but you've a got a good flow.
My friends aint 'in my head'.. in my hood though.
Your syntax is sick fam, for real I'll admit that.
My 'balls' cause eclipses.. it's "pitch" black.
but.. great shine, the"reign"s mine like I paint skies.
play twice and 'die' low both times like snake-eyes.
learn to take your own medicine properly..
the relevant properties of Venomonology..
just take it slow ..like a reticent robbery..
you've got 'poise'an' I said 'in'jest' '..forget the apostraphes'
I wish just one mc would show their true colours.
all i see is a generic load of gun talk sounds just like each other.
talkin bout killin kids in their lyrics. its not hard.
i could say i'll slice u up leave ur face scarred.
get away with it too. never be behind bars.
always one step ahead, all this gun talk is dead.
no life in talk bout violence.
rather spend my money on a cd of silence
than listen to a coward at heart talk bout bein a tyrant.
all you people lack real imagination,
dont understand? let me give u an explanation.
most of u will start off by mentioning that im a caucasian
that im just tryina be black like 101 dalmatians.
half true. 101 cos right now im teachin,
preachin. off my style all biters be leachin.
i dont attack on a single being. i declare war on a nation.
but my attacks wipe u out before ur people leave the station.
so no need to be patient. cos ill come quick when i spit.
like a camel on cocaine. u might put in the work. but u aint gettin no gain.
u remind me of the bit between the ******* and the sack.
because u certainly aint ballin and u smell like straight crack.
with a slight scent of failure and insecurities.
u feel intimidated cos ill strip u of all of ur personalities, happily.
ill do this out of nothin but good nature.
cos i gurantee its not just me.
the whole world ****in hates ya.
ur rhymes got no flavour.
and in a nursin home you'd get done for inappropriate behaviour
cos u tried rapin ur own grandma with a taser.
and wondered why it smelt like a pack of quavers.
but to all those indirectly affected by my bars right here.
im sure you love the smell of cheesy minge.
despite the fact its biologically written that it should make u cringe.
like a syringe. u remind me of a needle.
cos u are socially frowned upon. and ur damage is feeble.
but ur flow is somethin i would never inject.
im not gonna lie. there's not much more pathetic than battling over the internet.
but i saw the opportunity and had to interject.
because i can detect just by the sound of u all.
that u were all born with birth defects.
all through out ur life u've dealt with disrespect. and neglect.
due to the fact that u were mentally body checked.
and the realization came that u were destined as a reject.
u created a false representation of urself through the forums.
i see it as a way to cure boredom.
u saw it as a sensation much like a foursome.
cos now u enjoy the feelin of being publicly abused.
now u hide ur tears behind computer screens. and get virtually misused.
so duuuuuuude....
maybe grow a pair. and stop rappin bout how u really dont fxcking care.
cos u dont come across hard. we see right through ur fake bravado.
like how the right eyes can see through the smoke cloud in colorado.
Rusty
its a shady character to awfully mistake...one who literally knows of the steaks n stakes
raw is raw in either form, no educational values being spoke online or in the dorm, I ate the killer bees and took the swarm, social ethic evaluations thats the real norm?
my behavior is too see the lost and rapture the slavure....your delivery is about the depth of flavors
public enemy, shi* not even in the top 1000 names.....you remember when dawn of the dead met ving rhames?
I aint screamin from the projects or ignorin the fact my parents had work checks...from latrines to scrubbin decks to bunk inspects, out now n nettin insects, with no loco or motion in their self steem specs, or a carpenter words rebuilding your space deck
i cannot cure my curiosity in testin MY waters, since I have learned others couldnt swim harder, only to reply in their form of smarter
many has been is exactly that expression, tin foil and soda can impressions, heard so many judge the other while spittin their own depression, actin like their criticism will give a vital lesson, you get upset as I do when others claim smith n wesson, but only have paintball and pellet confessions, ive had literal life or death sessions
it leaves me to take on life from a more relaxed motion, id like to meet the one whos dominance to beat others doesnt involve lotion
if you was in the land of the elderly, youd be takin bingo bets and gettin hustled at parcheesi, your walker would have rims n claim westside easy, changin ur diapers n listenin to old money weezy, your dwarfed dopey grump n sneezy, my life ends soon so ill keep it easy, life n you is my bitc* but only one ceases to please me, ok pony boy stay bronze and let your ghost keep me breezy, nuttin in ur pus* lyrics goin to be known as skeezy
well jr pimpin im fraid biters will bite, fighters will fight,politeness doesnt say hello at night, your style left you time to go right, or be smitten with unholy smite, your tunnel has no bulb so fuc* the light, as* letters is not what I mean by stringn a kite, eat warriors with no might or lite, just beat guts n anti up the tight, for if you got aim cant get me in your sight, for
this is your chance to remain hopeful, just remember im more than a scopefull.
"if I was in the land of the elderly" ..imagine it.
wrapping in zigzags; the same shape I'm staggering.
pushing a walker cart, packing it with graffing tins,
walking out the store before paying, after tagging it.
graphic s***, even in my senior years I'll be practising.
regarding tracks that aint even been made yet as classic hits.
"bingo bets"? I'd never rig it to win it.
but bet if it's a game of skill then I'm in it.
hardly Shaq, but 'put it in the basket', show devotion;
coz its like a Lector lecture or the scene "involving lotion".
your bars are hardly fresh as this, you'd better sit resenting it.
you're "testing your waters" yeah? ..pregnant, b****?
"smitten with smite"? the scripture applies.
your system's derived from the wisdom of mine.
please believe, I beast with original lines whilst giving advice.
I oversee beef between kittens and mice in a similar guise.
lines of mine are enriching the site- envision it right.
I've seen the scene freeze with depictions of lies.
"smitten with smite"..? lyrically nice, its a fine line..
you'd better swing mittens with might if you fight mine.
our drops hardly belong on the same site,
I'd throw you left hooks and you'd waive rights.
I'm killin it with lyrics like some blood was shed..
please. you reckon these "paintballs" are coloured red?
considered "public enemy" here coz your stuff's weak..
and 'holding you back takes a nation of'.. just me.
my every text's dope and results in fresh tropes.
please. you don't need a "scope" to see '_S' cope.
'_S' -know-white' ..like potent lines.
blow though even "Sneezy" wont dispose of mine.