ayo.....,- my pen and paper cause a chain reactionOriginally Posted by Tyler6270
to get your brain reactin, the zany actin maniac's in action
a brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
you look insanely whack when just a fraction of my rap spun
my rhyming skills got you climbing hills
i travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
im sliming grills of roachs, with spray that disinfects em
twistin necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects
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this is the season for noise pollution, contamination
examination of more cartoons than animation
my lamination of narration
hits a snare and bass on a track ****ed up rapper interogation
when I declare invasion, there aint no time to be stare-n
gazin i turn the stage into an-abandoned wasteland.....
straight up PUZZY and you admit-it
get back to the kitchen and maybe how 'bout you sit-in?
don't get out there without my permis-sion
or else i'll get straight back to the killin.
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Stoppin reactions like neutron absorbers Originally Posted by SupaHotFire
not the crazieest in the game just hangin' on the border
belittle any mc trying to test my mettle, trying to claim black to the kettle?
Outta sight n motion I got the potion to put emotion into this garbage you postin'..
Done leaped hills in single bounds, so fast broke the barrier uh sound
thought I pulled my ace but it's still in holster, In the kitchin they call me the professional roaster...
you done started downhill on a one-way roller-coaster ran-over
play dead get safe design arrays to rip through n control time n space please invade come to the end of yourself I've made
reverse n kill you twice, it won't suffice my best advice is to get outta range of my verbal nuclear testin sites
last rites? I done killed you without even startin' a fight. a riot, killing contamination better than monsanto,
i kill all rappers, rambo commando. shoulda tread lightly to avoid the quill n my pen, as for the killin? you already dead, the end. -
me llamo es diablo
hotter than a driveby barrel in chicago
snatchin souls like an old battle rifle
could burn any alive , id put that on my life though
step up or simply stand down
test my mettle and meet ground
this the way crushing hollow sounds
send the village after me and still take the town
a simple interlude from your grand master
not flash just a heads up from a proactive disaster
covering up these weak flows im a dam plaster
your shallowness is amusing like the defs laughter -
SupaHotFire? just warm.. some scorched?
sun's core? once more: ..son ..score?
"turn the stage to a Waste Land"? wait, that's the minor version..
I mean.. please.. it'd need more than just Fire's Sermon.
SupaHotFire.. aint seem right..
relied on flips from Tyler to re-lyT..?
"reverse n kill twice"..? tight..?
or.. dropped from the hearse first, so, thrice?
I mean, please, it's hard to battle me;
..the superhotfire ..scars reality.
my flip rate could break laws or destroy physics;
.."stoppin reactions" beyond the lloyd limit.
"pen and paper cause a chain reaction" ..word's my bond.
take Thai' and then apply Fire.. how I burn my crops.
I'd put SupaHotFire.. in a box ..to use for a lighter.
ay, wait.. SupaHot? suitable Fire? ..funeral pyre.
"rambo"? damn no, rimbaud's better.
"stopped the chain reaction".. django fetters.
I'd.. layer or garner the right rivals..
like.. why Fire on Ty'- fighters?
if words are weapons better check the calibre of rounds.
what you say might catch you later; "barrier uh sound".
catch the "profession".. "black to the kettle"?
blacksmith, that's it.. I hammered the "mettle".
"black to the kettle"? ..worthy;
just got SupaHot.. and served T'.
yo, but, wait.. stoppin' reactions, like.. pokerface;
stow the "ace" and don't replace, but know the game.
don't plot escapes, but.. no dodging flames?
try writing forever minus the method; no johnny blaze.
call it abstract- caught this black cab..
"last rites" and then left haunting sat navs. -
flipped a rate like charlie sheens date Originally Posted by _SBU
blow out your candles on your birthday
spark em back up and ill end you in the worse way
leave you headless, it will show up in the hearst weight
what you doing knocking on hells gate with a bi+ch blade
put your remains in a Silly But Undersized ash tray
your delaying the game in motion quit the *** play
put nothing on your headstone not even a spiritual bouquet
what a dismay on display no more diss play:cut scene -
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will somebody please tell whoever makes his bed Originally Posted by _SBU
that I am not afraid of this ****in waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some **** this simple, kid
so listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
this old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
you don't know me or my mother****in name
You mother****in punk
i aint mad, I feel bad
stutterin and **** in your own damn place
i can only say that youre a ****in disgrace...
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ye.. im lyrically worshiped, don't front, the word sick
you cursed it, but rehearsed it
i drop unexpectedly like bird ****.
this herb gets stuck quickly for royalties and show money
don't forget the publishin, i punish ya, i'm done with-ya
son, im SUPRISED you tried me
you're lying with your corny *** rap. im sighing. worst thing is you're whole raps tiring.. -
its amazing you replaying the writing of a legend
it'd be wiser if you stuck to the pathway of your doomed end
embrace death as a soldier with your soul sent to sanity
cuz all is vanity..n your copying a calamity..big blow to the respect n loyalty... -
Look
Kid your rap is too short
Pick a better sport
Poetry? Spelling? Anything but rap
The words on the screen resemble those of crap
But i shouldnt judge, some just arent as good as me
But who really cares? Your as hood as pee
Sorry with the bathroom jokes
But your full of choke and chokes
But youre getting soaked
Wouldnt you say, croak?
Meet your highest peer
Face your greatest fear
Im going to stay im already here
Agreed, *****?
I apologize, im sorry
But a X-Box, can make fun of Atari
More importantly, your raps sub-par
You a janitor? Do you rub hard?
Thats, in my opinion, comparison to exact
But, you just suck, and your raps lackTwista Prueit -
Think,
You ain't sick you the vaccine
Ain't been polished but my game still gleams
Too clean to bestow power onto one with half a face
Call me two-faced but my love is replaced, vengeance re-payed
Kill the man with a bat, get it? nah your thought process delayed
Pick up scraps and throw em away, been on my best every day
Stuck in a box? My imagination roams free, rollin stops and instagatin' police..
Please, SBU where you at? ready to type ta me or actually rap?
you slayed, but now you ready to be slain, steppin up I'm ready for your brain
can't claim insane or deranged but the wordplay was aight back n the day
finished the last line of completion as I pull out my nine,
dined on your thoughts n stuck on for insight like a parasite
no invite? still came and your girl use to be tight
roll a lyrical tide off my tongue n move japan aside
mega-typhoon takin out fast n the furious sites -
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Originally Posted by Levi Pruett
yeah..your verse is sub-grade
i understand the wordplay in the worst way
sounding like dear Christ I'm off grid so please say
you notice it though its twisted like weak braid
proposing poetry in four word a** bars
sh1tty whack lines like 50's beetle cars
stolen episode from m-stars
commenced in doom...behold Ur damnation starts
okay...i'm highly patient
but don't push me cus I'm hardly lenient
rap crap..rhyme riff raff..mumbling hick-ups
like in a baby's dream nap..doc listen up!
i'm hanging on the edge of the top of my game
its a shame you clinging on the hem of my name
claim is in vain cus my truth is your pain
lyrical fire in ur brain burns like acid in ur vein
i'm strapped like Velcro with claws like wolverine
slice you in threes leave an x like Malcolm
its thanos burying fakes in latrines
paving way for crowns and soldiers to rap-dom
my pistol's up just shot a bullet in the air
you could duck but you won't miss
cus this is combat its no diss
round of applause like clap clap...he won fair and square...Last edited by golden crown; 10-07-2013 at 10:10 AM.
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Understandin the wordplay in the worst way shows in your raps
Thought to myself "not even popeye's spinach can help that"
Christ died twice and nobody heard from him since
Guess this rap is just your only two cents?
Damnation starts then I'm savior to come
Call me the rapture, word-slayer of the tongue
Highly patient? Mumblin hick-ups?
If bad rhymes killed yours is passed a stick-up,
Kindly killin' ailment silencin' a baby's thoughts
nearly the best of your game ain't even close to hill-tops
truth denied like baby's before god's eyes
Extinguish flames like de-clawing a man that realized
Pistol up? mine is pointed towards my target
That hole in your chest? Guessed my bullet marked it
No diss on the battlefield because your final breath is done
Savin the last glance like the last ethiopian ration. -
yeah..i didn't expect that
nearly suspected it though i barely respect that
mention hilltops...strive and reach the spot
my arrow's flying high..try n duck but still u caught
blank gaze to the sky...sunshine from horizon
my face encrypted staring down at u from Zion
with bars burning like hot iron
crowned king like a lion and my spot is an icon
I'm right on..rap god..they call me Godzilla
clown killer..haunt u in death cus im the ghost reaper
diseases in the game...the vaccine is my name
clear your spot cus u holding it in shame
cold hearted..iced veins and cold blooded
rhyme flooded..hushed gains and boldly coded
present day knight from the lineage of Camelot
trash ur verse on the undertow...term the lyrics lame and craped...
ha ha..!Last edited by golden crown; 05-30-2014 at 02:32 AM.
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if this were in "camelot".. I'd drag the lady out the lake like I'm hasselhoff then turn the cameras off.
if this is camelot and the battle's lost.. paradox? ahead of my time by a night dropping atom bombs.
smoked out lowdown in avalon's glades since camelot's days..
I'd grab a lost blade.. slice an' splice timelines like analogue tape.
..vagabond traits?
..babylon's fate.
shake the gates of great estates
that aint relate to states of change.
take the trade an' train tailors as armourers. no arguments..
turn parliament to tartarus an' laugh at bars afterwards.
this stricken king can sit and fish the river styx..
or flow and hope to get across that it's abridged.
with the diligent scripts since an innocent kid..?
that made a mistake if the syllabus fit..?
the morgue garners forefathers..
but run like the bloodline of lord arthur's.
I aint sought stardom like sagan's rep',
just underground like satan's depth?
paid respects or saved the strength for grave attempts to raise the dead?
I may've slept yet later when I'm finally laid to rest I'll likely wake refreshed.
bet the next challenger's Weapon X calibre?
best of net battlers? never gets arrogant?
got game and it's layered like pass the parcel?
but check the travelog from "camelot".. arthur's castle..
just some big blocks and a giftshop and a pisspot carved from marble?
harsh example, I mean, the past was harmful,
got stressed an' left feelin I aint half as.. artful?
but I keep meaning to finish off these verses with a mastered sample.
yo.. so I got some strong technique yet weak psyche?
get high an' grin but write a bit an' twist green nightly?
I know it aint the right approach.. but kinda stoned;
the type to blow kaya smoke sized like goliath's ghost.
broke out the same lab where christ was cloned.
speech breached teens' dreams ..aint even need microphones.
take centre stage to entertain? ..the sound wrecks tweeters,
then leaves 'em crowds just buggin' out loud about dead speakers. -
Allright lets go
Dropping the words got the flow
Telling you what you already know
Im, rich, but wheres your dough?
Are you guys even really going to try?
In other words, I wanna rap against real guys
I guess thats okay though
I guess im just in that mode
But I gotta ask... Wheres your success road
Think, think type legit words
Yall talk like them lame nerds
Try to rap and fight
But you all "Rap like were white"
Oh, I'm sorry, offended from my stereotype?
Look, guys im serious
Are you all crazy, sane, or just delirious?
Dead speakers?
More like scared squeakers
Which is the sound that comes out when your trying to rap
Youre bones will metaphorically snap
Oh well, who honestly gives a crap?
Maybe i end punchlines with intelligent questions
Aye, but it leaves you guessing
Oh no, what should I type?
A rapper like me, can build up some hypeTwista Prueit -
mistakes never read from one's own eyes
words uttered un straight when blurted out plain
solemn tries exposing underlying weakness breaking ties
understanding rational hearts leaping into correction train... -
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Im not rich so I dont brag like a *****
im a dad, so I nag, bet you talk about the **** that you had
Or you have
wanting approval that your life isnt that bad
missing a dad?
you sound like a kid who wants to be praised
Or a pad on the back yet always the one they wanted replaced -
ay. This where i spit fuel if i may? will u say "not here ay. click on the **** in the right place. ur no ace!"
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@_S...
Who you call yourself runnin' thru, sonnin', dude?
You're kidding me right, think I'm funnin' you?
No joke, comic strip, the pun is you.
My flows soak, sonnets rip and punish you..
Don't look back, I'm huntin' you.
Look up! I`m in front of you.
Like a pack, fuk one or two.
You're a light snack, I'm a hungry crew...
We feast when you read like, I eat _S.
i.e. _S, flies eat ripe pieces o' sh|t.
e.g. I'm deadliest when my peace is said,
a dead piece of me is left not dead.
Yet, matures to impress, test gag reflex.
Infect with each read text.
You've let it reach the depths,
but can't eject what's breached your head.
You're runnin' behind, like I.B.S.
I'm runnin' your mind, like I be _S.
Objectively, you're runnin' behind, 'cause I run by _S.
Okay, technically you'd find I'm some bias
but, I'd have to look back to say, "Bye _S".
I'd like to buy _S..
Pay'em to write just to not have to write _S.
Have him go back and forth like he's me and self.
All night texts, _S killin' _S with self replied wrecks.
Each line reflects Columbian tied necks,
_S cryin', "Come on B, write next"
Something on your chest, get it off?
for I've formed in it, to snatch it off.
Four minutes to set it off?
Before men can blink, I bet it dog,
I'd provide shots that'd have Snatch caught.
No breath to catch like a snatch coughed.
Left four fingers short a finished hand,
rest of his limbs contorted in the back of his van.
I can't lie I've had this line for a minute man...
I go for hours 15% can be a bore, and.
A miniscule tour of a tormented boys record of 1774.
When four minutemen came through the door
of a poor hoarding wh0re,
charging silver for minutes with her on the floor.
Gold for more, like her bent on all fours.
When just minutes before, all in it were more.
Vocal chords tore, intestines explored,
and more of the same chore since dinner's porridge was poured.
And more than before mentioned still in store.
As more minutes wore, the wh0re's innards wore more,
and more resembled minced gore than my mute wh0re.
Who with no voice by force not choice implored, "No more men, it's sore!".
"And for such a minute score to be transformed to a dried fruit horde!"
I adore thigh boot sport, but prefer more tied boots for war...
I got sand son, I dilute shores, storm the beach.
Fuk Normandy, nothing norm in these enormities.
Sh|t's deep as the deepest seas.
_S site sees to sight 'cees,
then spites these like he smite Le'.
Which quite rightly seems right trifling,
He's not frightening, not slightly.
He's not the sniping type
more the type sniping, nightly at hole 19.
He was never seen. Hiding, behind scenes?
No disguising light genes once Levi tried writing.
I stand out like menstruation in white jeans.
I cross the line like demonstration in white sheets.
You cross the line scab, I pick it to strike peace.
Sight me when eyes bleed...
You've no lead like Fife's piece.
I've a case of A-Ks like Ice T.
I write rhymes in a red Sharpie.
You write my name in blood, I stop heart beats.I don't start beef,
I shred it, with rare blood flows, talons, and sharp beak.
Leave your read remarks marked red for sharpening.
Tips top points your harping
for my own amusement like its my parks theme,
keeping you in the dark like an art thief...
So, who's been the student?
You've studied me astute since,
you were just a musing nuisance.
Now you're just amusing, like porn at a newsstand
full of nude men and no news bin.
I'll leave off men who do bend
though my two gems have bruised chins.
I was new then, and my movement's grew since.
Like it's juicin', but like you that's a doomed trend.
Behold my faculties, my staff parts 'cees, be lead, like then jews been.
My unmasked facility's got you gassed up, like the jews been.
I'm un-orthodox like a jews chin. You'll need ortho docs to remove pens
from fused limbs, or use them, like a super human mutant
to fend from ruins I've you in.
You're drew in by my two cents like the jews been.
But not by Pharohs, rather my feral unruliness.
Think I threw too many jews in?
that makes since too, imagine WWII, then.
Now throw in burnt jew scents too, pimp...
I'd con ten yous to continue to be proven not prudent.
I throw caution to thewind, though, close the window it blew in.
What's that Mack's back? No, but I swear I hear me when you vent...
You say my name as though I've asked it, and then kept askin'.
You're not hooked like bass is, you're past it.
You're hooked like it's tackle rap.
As though I've knotted the lure and cast it.
I star in your rap like I've been casted,
for the lead, the part of a fascist.
Who profits from massive rations.
Prophets form masses irrations.
Better run off to class kids, rapin' lads and lasses,
while I blast your dad and fuk his fat b|tch.
Can't stop this laughing at ghastly reactions
as I pass gas passin' out paper for asses.
Pass out gassed after emptying glasses.
Is your glass as half pass it's last as my glass is?
Remember the jackal and the raft?
Well here's your paddle back.
Now back pedal thru shallow crap.
Fuk a battle rap! You're hooked 'cause it's grapple rap,
not 'cause I include that on exclusive tracks,
but 'cause I elude that with continuous facts.
Now grapple that in this trap of Macks.
Follow the sentence like the gavel's tapped,
like your back laying flat on the mat.
Fuk your statement, I stay mint, and what I say's meant.
Like gays'd chant a cadence of gayness.
You can't debate the basis my meanings placement
Your words are still born, like your dead unicorn.
Not moving, I still raped it's carcass with the horn that adorned
it's crown before being torn off.
I've sworn off beastiality,
but I'm a beast in reality so I filmed the horse porn.
So no more horny horses runnin' 'round horned,
left him to rest after a piece and yes, he had corn.
So I guess since you left to mourn,
your words still, will be still borin'.
Mine are foreign and lack form,
but pack horror in knap sack for touring.
I'm a terror, it's apparent
you're clever however, you're transparent in layers.
like a terrorist your daring varies
wether they dare you or you dare them.
I'm reminded of Silence of the Lambs,
'cause you stay silent on the lamb.
i'm more like silent, and then BAM!
You dig violence-ultram?
I dug the touch of the dutch, bang WU much?
You fill cuts with spilled guts?
I break fists from cuffs
and cuff fits with cuts of jib.
Roar and rip through the devil's cript.
Scale a ton of skeletons to tip scales where hell has failed.
You've hailed the held, and that's failed as well.
I'd scale your face and leave a tear that spans that scaled.
I brought in tearin' scales of dragons so I strike shield.
You drag in dress and high heels.
I'm ambedextrious, I beat off when I write.
The texture is deep, I come hard. wanna see, do you Skype?
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Trina Marie - 08-12-2013 02:31 AM - permalink Report
***!!!!!!!!!!! you trying to say_
I had your bit ch on her knees,
Just the other day...
She told me not to trip ,
On your stupid ****,
Cause you lack'N it!!!
You ain't legit....
So you like to talk a game of sh it,
This ain't Halloween, Best read my lips!!!
I was trying to give advice, to whom I thought was pretty good!!
I even accepted, your friend request_Now you act like your ballin from the hood_
At first.... I thought you were talking crap, So I wrote a post to you,
Now you can't handle that?
I got you mixed up with someone who was battling you!
So I wrote you back, it wasn't cool!!!!
Then you returned with a Mac attack_
Real Hard!!! in fact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then I react,
I do want to tell you,
It was a mistake, Lets go back to being friends_
This is real, I'm not fake!!!!!
I got your back.
True to the Stack!!!
And that's a Fact!!!
Lets battle these bit ches.till they don't come back!!!Last edited by ROBBMACK; 01-26-2014 at 10:48 AM.
