wow you really know how to break down a word, i like the way you word it, but you may not of heard.
me and my flock dont need a rock we flippin surfin take on a bird,
your as deep as a nap, as a steep hill going down while you chill on a mat
no black white as snow, follow the rabbit into the hole,
from your desk behind words you'll still never know,
clever ***, never blow break her skull, web is gone, let her go
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"Deep as a nap"? I'm deeper than that,
Originally Posted by J_art
and you couldn't even dream of the fact.
I aint "chill on a mat", I'm still on attack.
if you spit on a track, it'd dishonour rap.
and still on the tract, but from this on to that,
I'm on point and I aint shaken.. 'still' on 'a'tack'.
I'll flip, and I'll "break down the wording" first..
I'll switch, and I'll break down the wordsmith's worth.
I try to break it down- to see what the term might do..
it's like I rake this mound- to see what the termite do.
I'm known to follow the "rabbit into the hole"..
I grab it, spilling the soul, and drag it into the cold.
I'm known to follow the blackest rabbit into the hole..
though I won't follow this tragic rat which didn't evolve.
I aint down for herdin' burning vermin.
you aint deep, just swerving, "surfin" surface.
since his own rhymes might not take his name far:
It's plain as a page start- it's basic as j_art-
when you say "black and white" it's as dull as the grey part.
you'd "take on a bird" that could bend back the cage bars.
"deep as a nap"? sleep on the rap and you'll wake scarred..
I "break down a word" like I make darts from blade shards.Last edited by _SBU; 03-25-2013 at 06:39 PM.
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when you say "black and white" it's as dull as the grey part.
you'd "take on a bird" that could bend back the cage bars.
Chris is still a beast. -
Ps this has got to be the longest thread ever!
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still "breathing in between" the chronic crops and constant coughs? Originally Posted by sirfolsom
it's like you were "rich prior".. and you've lost a lot.
proper hot; I'll drop the bomb or bottle gods for molotovs.
I gots duelists losing to me like I'm thomas hobbes.
my lines go so deep its like rows are felt..
I aint backin' your lines; it's like Rosa felt.
you tried "kicking out FDR's wheelchair" in another life..
but your crew got run through like the hubs were scythed.
if you're out to seek payment, you'll doubtless need patience.
pull a "surgical knife" and your 'scalp-ll' be taken.
I'll "pelt" your pride like I like lionskins..
or like I 'pelt' and yall 'hide' from it.
this is intricate rap versus ignorant chat.
since his lyrics are gassed this is dinner at Plaith's.
his "clan is butters" but its just coz they're.. in-bread.
its a big guess, yes, but I'd bet that his sis' 'spreads'. -
Truer words have yet been spoken, "Chris is still a beast.[/QUOTE]" Originally Posted by smoothtung
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"earhart"..? ears and hearts might rupture when I strike like thunder.. Originally Posted by sirfolsom
and if you still think you're style's fly, you're not quite wright brother.
Sir F.. stern text, but should've written a third less..
only nine lines yet it felt like the verse stretched.
it's total overkill like a "crash and burn" hearse wreck.
a "crash dummy", or we've observed your rehearsed death.
Sir F.. learned yet..? I'll make a point like "pencil lead"..
your every sketch gets less and less and represents your mental strength.
it's like you're caught in court abroad; you cant grasp what the sentence meant.
but still you get the sentiment, and stand shook with a blank look like an etch-a-sketch.
and I already said that I'll make a point like "pencil lead"..
but you aren't sharp, with bars like crayons in special ed'.
follow where my "pencil lead".. don't set a trend with your bland lines..
stack rhymes.. and it's not even "pencil lead", the tag's graff'..a'ight? -
Robb Mack..
he hides so the 'mute ties' in combat like Ong Bak..
or he'll sing-a-poor pop track. I'll sit and pour cognac.
I aint got gats but the rap's like a glock clacked..
your god damn lap got damp like a bong cracked.
I'm known for raising more cool points than fonz hands...
cool points like top cat with fox fangs, plus hungry as dog packs.
these rhymes might rightly apply to robb mack:
not rap.. dropped trash.. knocked back.. swamp rat..
I've still got stacks, this skill's on tap, but I'll stop that.
what fam..?
I rock tracks..
you'd stutter and stay stuck on snares like you got trapped..
you'd rush-n' stumble over the low kicks like cossacks.
you're not making hits, see.. robb lacks the contacts.
I'd cut off your life like your mic; not for cash or a contract.
robb mack tries to hide and dodge facts..
ill, and if the need'le arise I'll block jabs.
robb mack is the reason rap's gone bad..
an I dig-it-all underground like he shot 'pac.
the style aint violent, yet stuff's bloody..
Mack's 'cee pad gets read once monthly.
if you think it's bitter rap, you missed the facts..
I'd rob mack trucks.. he just split with little Van'.Last edited by _SBU; 04-09-2013 at 07:35 PM.
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Pay back's a b****! paybacks eh, b****?
_S, wait, you'll test a mental state?!
I guessed what you meant to say...
your best attempt since 8 was when u ate
testies of ten men 'til 9 came and went and the tenth stayed til late,
then returned as a guest again the next day,
and comes again and again, til this date for role playin
He plays the state's 'head' doctor and u his tempermental patient..
your 'testi mental' states, youre tested by men your straight..
is your testy menstrual late..
be patient or meet a messy dental fate..
to be quite honest Id estimate
this site and the reason you're on it's, to find men for _S to mate..
Ugh.. just sick, u must quit..were once trusted
but it's as if all u really want's smut pics...
I cut tricks who love sick s***.....
shoot jizz the wrong way down the ONE way, that comes back up...
poop chutes drip when cums backed up.
Dudes trip using there dip stick to get s*** dipped..
s*** faced is how I get, then dip with sticks in two tightly clenched grips
for bashing cigs, I'm laced with hidden wit..
Ill fix guys lookin for more guys to get with*to study homonomics..
cuddling in closed closets they sit calmest,
watchin homoerotic sit-comics on netflix.
Flaming lit comets ain't got 'nuff d***, they need more like a next fix..
guys loving guys who love guys, need guides
to catch sight of love's guidelines..like Ty who annette fixed..
She should have affixed a net to her fish
thought she straightened his arrow, but the truth is bent with fibs..
she splits and he gets bent by Adam, no ribs to give just pitched tents...
and he's pist, bent on breaking tys ribs from within..
Ty tried lieing in disguise.. a tie-died tiger's no lion,
so Ty died, lying dead despised by five homophobic guys who find bi-guys
a nice prize for fight night, f***in a chick then getn f***ed by guys..
an explicit "f*** a chick!" When nuts sipped but u just slipped, why fight
Ill f*** the cat down, but f*** the cats d***,
I roll fat spliffs U wanna get butt f****ed by some cat's d***..
You like guys cracks when they crack wider,
U crack wise, try and crack wiser and crack cypher
whatd u say? "come guys, 'r you'll miss the cum geyser"...
Dont go there kids that's where marks skid..
meet Mark it's he the pig at the meat market, and that's no apple in his lips
that's offensive he used to play left tackle.. took showers with wide eyed lids.
My thoughts branch out bi-fractal that's why I did what I did
Caught'em in the loo I, tactful to not be caught, did mark with a shiv..
like father like son apples fall close from twigs..
If I bothered to travel you'd be next, cuz I know you're marks kid...
Youre a skid mark, robbs the s***,
But enough with this beating dead horses skit
You'd best leave dead horses rest in peace bro
I'll leave dead horses where you rest in pieces tho
Ill lead you right to where I left a burning bag of feces
With a knock on your door, just to be best at being facetious
Laughings heard louder than my tire screeches
Wait my chicks driving did she just leave us.
Am I being stomped out by my own adidas
Wearin a mullot and a flannel, cut sleeveless
Jesus please cease this grievous siege of my psyches
I need leashes to beat back speeches from B's beasties..
I advance points, research the thesis
But _S Review this rap in moderation, it sees the weak being deceptive
_SBU gives rap in moderate rations that exceed need, why be excessive..
Every time u flip my scrip I best it
like, u stay on points of tacks
cuz under my thumb you're depressed in abstract
U dont blow hard, you've no destructive impacts, you don't drop hot syntax
I blow minds with disruptive imp-acts that'll cost me knots in sin tax
I stay shady like I've made a Slim pact, words i speak cut deep like a sent ax..
I'll slay babies and kill in packs
Even if I died I'd ride completly intact
It don't stop like the beginnings the ends backLast edited by ROBBMACK; 04-10-2013 at 06:44 PM.
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This rap was beast before it even started
I'm a beast and ur retarted
Your rap stinks like someone just farted
But deep down we know you sharted
You wanted me to see me get slaughtered
But I banged your wife and screwed your daughter
You better think before you post
Cause I'm the rapper that rhymes the most
Idk what you call it a forum or thread
Am I supposed to get slaughtered cause you? You already dead
I'm going hard on the psycho cypher
The audience is getting hyper
They feeling good cause they know
A twelve year old is stealing da show
I rap all da time I got sick rhymes
U raged and committed a crime
Whether you can beat.me.or.not
Wait its.no cause my raps are hot
You got mad and started up a boycott
Yeah no way u can beat me
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you "rhyme the most"..? a mindless boast.. try to show a tighter flow. Originally Posted by Levi Pruett
try to hone the right approach.. fraud; your only "crime"s a "post".
see... I'd strike to smite a rhymer's hopes like vipers strike at rivals' throats.
yo.. rise from blows, y'know? you'll fight a phobia bro; I'll fight a foe.
"swagger aint free" but I suggest you set your prices low..
please, your frees' aint even worth the time alone.
your style won't make many notes, kinda like a new kazoo..
your "beast"mode's weak so I'd drop the bomb and nuke a zoo.
I aint think like humans do;
if I dent Pru-it's prudent to.
think your style's a cultural pinnacle..?
you aint even rhyming multiple syllables.
wait, ok, so I'm older an' cynical..
but even at twelve I was bold an' original.
you won't "steal the show" without showing the steel,
and you won't show the steel without stowing the shield.
heed my blueprint.. Levi Pruett..
he lies, screw it.. we see right through it.
Levi, please.. heed my schemes..
I've.. shredded "threads" like Levi's genes.
see... he just sees sights. Levi's behind..
rewind the line: I seize sites and leave-eyes behind.
your "raps are hot"? what? we'd sooner see hell freeze.
and it's all on record but I smashed this L.P -
Robb dropped a lot of strong words but not a hot verse. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
a shot of Scotch first and I'll watch as Rob' Burns.
it's like you wrote the drop for the wrong man.
I don't know a "mark" and this isn't a con act.
best check the mic mathemathics when you're facing me;
you can say "ate" and "8".. but you still can't make a great sixteen'.
your best attempts are terrible, never ever seminal;
you barely made a base sixteen', and 'macs' run hexidecimal.
he said I "aint ate since 8".. wait.. it's not right..
it's dark, but I feast so it's beast mode; no mogwai.
he's been tense since 10; not got better.
I'd already 'won a couple of times' by '11'.
in school he got 'D'-twelve times.. like a "Slim pact".
it's a mismatch.. he maybe "Shady"; I eclipse that.
you're only 'R.M', but you think that you 'are Em'..
wanna write advanced text? ..didn't start yet?
kid, quit.. still think your skill's slick?
your turn was all torque; you can't grip this.
wanna be _S but it's BS you're filled with.
I'm deep and I kill squid; you'd weep over spilled ink..
the raw rap's rorschach format; watch man..
I've not got time for arms.. did you clock that?
it aint "payback" fam, coz your stocks crashed.
I ride cougars, you'd get with some 'Bob' cat.
stop rapping, goddamnit.. robb's tragic, not macking.
I parent-the-'cees but he's in the wrong bracket.
what, I'm only stating truthes, if 'robb macks-well' it's breaking news.
'robb mack it'.. swap that to 'mob racket'.. pay me dues.
you're not a vet' yet you've tactics with "cat d***s.."?
damn kid.. your "fat spliffs" are wraps packed with cat nip..?
you feel-lines of mine but you lack wit to land flips.
you're like a constipated kitten.. I mean, you can't 'catsh-it'.
my "cats" arrive like macks are mice..
mack,surmise I maximise.
"payback's a b****.. " and she may scratch an itch; we've a wild rapport.
it's like your word was finally born.. and you grind to afford the child support.
your lines might not be as tight as before...
but tension never 'lessens' when rhymers are 'taut'.
robb, please.. it's like I even tell you what to say..
what? just nod.. you put the 'rob' in 'corroborate'.
and I'll further that coz I gotta stay active..
you put the 'rob macks' in 'corroborates maxims'..
he gives thanks when I diss him.. a victim. I can't tolerate passive.
he tries to clone my approach, so no.. it's not the same tactic.
he might survive, but nevermind roaches..
I'll "die and ride" like metempykosis.
my minor rivals might vie for titles..
I'll "die and ride" like my lifetime's a 'cycle.Last edited by _SBU; 04-16-2013 at 03:26 PM.
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The only cycle you have, comes once a month
Maximise must be a brand of pads, for the bloody runs
You still got the same style
Nonsense with some fancy words
A couple of verbs some **** from 8 mile
I know you're a hyna.
It's not what you say, it's the row that you play
Words straight outta vagina
You sound like a fool, you didn't learn that vocab at school
looked it up and thought it might sound cool
I know you aren't from the street by the way that you speak
You sound worst than a geek,
Weak but you seek
Concrete, foundation, unique hard to break
Strength at it's peak you can compete but will never defeat -
I "aint from the street"? ..wait, best believe it;
I aint from the street, but I stay blessed beneath it.
serpents and thieves; you emerge from the streets..
I saw your sh** drop; I'm a worker that's deep.
left seven dazed mental states; murdered the weak.
you'll get schooled to a certain degree,
or you'll stir from the dream to a permanant sleep.
it's the curse of elites; I'd be first to agree;
you're a nerd and a freak but I'm "worse than a geek";
an alpha beater that learned from the greeks.
I'll build and destroy like I'm mortaring towns next.
this rabbit's "8 miles" from watership down's set.
now then.. fans-see these aint "fancy words"..
frankly sir, your pansy verse of dandy terms got badly burned.
wait 'til his tale gets to the straight part;
the point's going over his head coz it's 'j' art.
ay, wait.. it aint "hard to break"..
reveal appeal and I'll make marmalade.
'Art' aint.. got a 'stable' touch with sable brushes..
even in a draw I'd drain his blood for painting blood with.
I'm finishing Art with a quill to the heart.. truthful:
I'd leave parts of Art plastered on walls.. mural.
"it aint hard to break" Art apart for lax standards;
sharp bars turn stretched texts to slashed canvas.
it aint hard to break Art, his name won't make it.
I'll break Art apart and I'll make mosaics.
like the freestyle frees-tiles.
I'll keep mean whilin' out; meanwhile..
stay spittin' fallacies, you aint fit to battle me,
Art looks shook like a quake hit a gallery. -
you should be down on your knees ,half of your beard and your head shaved
if learnt from the greeks you must be comfortable with being a slave
apologetic, somewhat alphabetic but a pathetic attempt to take the bull by the horns
you should of been aborted, a tragedy that came with a goat song on the day you were born
you grew up an actor, you better off singing, with a feminine vibe you belong on x factor
but you die on the next chapter, they'll ask "what happened to sbu?" i'll arrive and tell'em i neck slap her
she took a stiff one to the throat, choked, croaked and that's all that she wrote
bloody hell were the last words that she spoke, and an art joke
that never connected, your words ineffective, the name is irrelevant so can't be affected
j_art ,... who is that tart? putting sbu out of business like a walmart
your bloody and scary, trick i get nutty with carrie
stop milking the goats and just go to the dairy
or is that how the greek greet, a freak "skeet skeet" you a purl necklace and a beauty mark on the cheek
since i know you're a punk i wouldn't be needing to creep -
easy.. he "skeets"?
oh so poetic flows bro.. he's Keats?
his only true message: lowly skewed ethics. you get it?
his "alphabetic" performance was deformed: new-Merrick?
I've read his texts, can't tell where the depth is.
see, he's called 'Art' but he can't get perspective.
he can't get perceptive, the trait's straight neglected;
there's Art in his name but his name aint respected.
I maintain the message; his claims stay embellished,
and catching that act aint take great detectives.
his game state's generic, and he knows the "name's irrelevant";
there's 'Art' in his name but it won't replace an eloquence.
don't mistake the sentiments for throwaway malevolence..
the flows are laced with medicine to motivate development.
so, no beef but I'll mess with his battle bars;
entering "dairys".. then exiting abatoirs.
"bloody"coz I'm rarely served.. funny, coz you're fairly burned.
milk it kid, I'll put your ashes in a dairy urn.
I learned from greeks, from prophets to socrates.
you learned from greeks, botching economy.
your short drop's not quality over quantity.
you've not got the proper policies over property.
Ay, wait.. J's an artist?
made to target major markets?
aint advantaged? raised from hardship?
nothing in the 'vaults': no Raiden charges.
J's wild phrasing? an irate child's painting.
the guy rates 8 miles, I rate miles davis..
I sample jazz vinyl and take the horns.. no bull'. it's noble.
you're coming with nothing much.. just make it total.
word is born, like productive pregnancies..
and it's vital like destructive tendancies.
you're all false like a puppet's memories.
rush in readily; any end's a rugged remedy.
you'd better find a guard to run to.
slave..? wait.. I'd spar-to-cuss you.
fade a gimmick. I'll go ham on Art with fatal lyrics..
best stay at the base making faces like a Bacon triptych.
I.. shift bricks: wall mart: I'll give a big diss count,
rise high and make my own grave on the dismount. -
lookingto battle go first Originally Posted by J_art
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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 -
go first? are you bossy or just cocky
you should of took the jab, with your approach
now that i know you're sloppy, nothing can stop,
block me but still i'll leave you talking worst than rocky
it won't be over till im finished, someone give this man a brisk
a can of spinach, lose his breath and energy, trying to blow me down
frank, the tank, ole tank thinks he can but knows he can't
you looking to battle out of your rank " who put you up to this, are you sbu"s maker, second prank"
spineless little cluckers who stand with a slant,
calling it swagger, looking cool with a back cramp -
here we go
Originally Posted by J_art
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
