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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    No I know man I enjoy the things you say, most all of it is crucial advice, as well as motivation and I know that. I just ask you to understand my side of what happened with the piece from your suit it was a mistake
    yeah man that was ages ago, you apologised and I forgave you. no worries.
    ..but that doesn't mean that I'd hold back from referencing it as solid material for personals when battling against you. only playing though.
    I think your style's more lyrical that most and that's it's biggest strength, so I had a try at countering that by writing more personals and directly relevant references than I usually tend to.. so take them as compliments.
    also.. if I find a way to write battle lyrics about your strengths as if they're weaknesses and make it seem believeable then I attempt it, so don't necessarily take it as "crucial advice" when I'm just practising writing battle lyrics and not intending the content as balanced feedback.
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    Figured there was hard feelings about the past though, just making sure we were on the same page.



    I have things to do, I denied, respectfully.
    He strives for the best-in-me. Lesson? Please
    ..Get a life, invest-in-these..
    Ill die for my text, and-see; ..my 'pride' never seems dying.
    I'll die for scripts Chris cuz my Pride's like teaming lions.
    He'll never kill my will, but seems hes trying.
    Let my words end the thrill short like PETA's crying..
    I hope you feel ill like a weekly father lying.
    If i 'see' your demise, I'll accost you; a beastly Myan.
    You re-cycle lines - ..and it makes some drops old.

    ... I do so^ like serving good food at the rock show.
    And I re 'cycle lines' like I stuck it.. - then got thrown.
    ... recycle 'lines' like I was to do them but cops showed.
    "Stop bro!"..
    Im disgruntled you say your bars are hard-like.
    If I bundled them they'd be 'oh god, SO darn light'.

    Chris; a pig. I can see him through the barn light...
    if I 'recycled' lines I'd "burn this c for burger meat" ^
    He see's urgency but murders schemes perfectly..
    It's time I found my spot, show me some damn courtesy.
    I've never met a person as hurt as me..
    They'd need mental surgery.
    I just pencil in verses of cursory.
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    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    yeah man that was ages ago, you apologised and I forgave you. no worries.
    ..but that doesn't mean that I'd hold back from referencing it as solid material for personals when battling against you. only playing though.
    I think your style's more lyrical that most and that's it's biggest strength, so I had a try at countering that by writing more personals and directly relevant references than I usually tend to.. so take them as compliments.
    also.. if I find a way to write battle lyrics about your strengths as if they're weaknesses and make it seem believeable then I attempt it, so don't necessarily take it as "crucial advice" when I'm just practising writing battle lyrics and not intending the content as balanced feedback.
    I see, aha thanks. I do take it as avice though I think it's the smartest thing to do, I've lost some touch and habits I was developing befor and 'practicing more' and 'matching lines' with you can't do anything BUT help you know. But take my unlyrical response as a compliment too, your getting damn strong at personals, so good it's believable.. Aha as you can see.

    My drop above was uhhh let's just say I don't like it, couldn't think of hardly anything usefull and just stared at it for an hour goin over the same weak lines. So don't disregard it, come back at me when you have time, we have a good sesh going

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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    Figured there was hard feelings about the past though, just making sure we were on the same page.

    I have things to do, I denied, respectfully.
    He strives for the best-in-me. Lesson? Please
    ..Get a life, invest-in-these..
    Ill die for my text, and-see; ..my 'pride' never seems dying.
    I'll die for scripts Chris cuz my Pride's like teaming lions.
    He'll never kill my will, but seems hes trying.
    Let my words end the thrill short like PETA's crying..
    I hope you feel ill like a weekly father lying.
    If i 'see' your demise, I'll accost you; a beastly Myan.
    You re-cycle lines - ..and it makes some drops old.

    ... I do so^ like serving good food at the rock show.
    And I re 'cycle lines' like I stuck it.. - then got thrown.
    ... recycle 'lines' like I was to do them but cops showed.
    "Stop bro!"..
    Im disgruntled you say your bars are hard-like.
    If I bundled them they'd be 'oh god, SO darn light'.

    Chris; a pig. I can see him through the barn light...
    if I 'recycled' lines I'd "burn this c for burger meat" ^
    He see's urgency but murders schemes perfectly..
    It's time I found my spot, show me some damn courtesy.
    I've never met a person as hurt as me..
    They'd need mental surgery.
    I just pencil in verses of cursory.

    this is on some 'credit where its due' clause..
    'cause you never ever shred it.. dew claws.
    seems "PETA's crying"? I'm harming my pet dawg.
    this twists like wrenching the head off a dead swan.
    I kick it 'til he gets defensive with his brittle quills. hedgehog.
    a lyricist? this little fish couldn't make moves if his 'net dropped'.
    well..
    what..?
    this aint hating, I've come to warn people..
    'Awe well', 'Or.. well'.. 'some are more equal'.
    "Chris; a pig"? ..consider this as lyricism's 'Animal Farm'.
    you're a 'bore' and can't challenge the part.. adapt to the art.
    "Chris; a pig"? ..porcine.
    I mean.. 'poor'scene'.
    we see you're streaky, no 'Bacon' brushstroke.
    you 'love'it'; made your pie from 'my slices'.. cut-throat.
    I "murder schemes perfectly". ya dun kno, columbo.
    forever 'memento mori'.. 'arty' til I'm done holmes.

    this is 'said in earnest' text, like I'm quoting hemmingway.
    but I'm not.. because you wouldn't notice anyway.
    I'll make your calender obsolete, "a beastly mayan".
    his raps are wack ..at least he's tryin'.
    you're not a natural rapper, you lack the talent.
    your funniest posts are those rants and tantrums.

    it's hard to rate his francis bacon reference..
    just a passing mention coz he hardly made an effort.
    sick scripts..?
    flips? ..tick.
    wit? ..tick.
    trip?..tych.
    huh. I innovate 'til it makes new traditions..
    he's sick with a face like 'figures at the base of a crucifixion'.

    he's short of time but his bars lack urgency,
    he can't write rap fervantly.
    word. I hurt the 'cee..
    coz he hurts the scene.
    I'll make him wish he'd never even heard of me..
    I'll leave him wishing that it had've been a "murder" scene.
    I'll kick it 'til he crawls to the kerb an' bleeds (verbally).
    I'll turn my back on him.. and then "courtesy"

    since his schemes seem overstretched
    ..how come he can't go the length?
    even he sees it.. he disses his own attempts..
    and he doesn't diss anything else, only them.
    an emotional mess.. a total wreck
    ..but ey, yo. you know.. no offense meant.
    I know you're lacking armour..
    like you know I'm battle hardened.
    I can give as good as I get, it's a theme which he'd repeat..
    but his punches are weak and he weeps when he sees defeat.
    he busts slugs ..with salty teardrops,
    bit my lines to form his fears from.
    the compliments are hollow, when I diss him I put soul in that.
    and now it'll always hurt him more by knowing that I'm holding back..
    Smoothtung, it's true stuff.. your lyrics are al....
    nah nevermind don't get upset bruv, they're alright if you're into that sort of thing.
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    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    this is on some 'credit where its due' clause..
    'cause you never ever shred it.. dew claws.
    seems "PETA's crying"? I'm harming my pet dawg.
    this twists like wrenching the head off a dead swan.
    I kick it 'til he gets defensive with his brittle quills. hedgehog.
    a lyricist? this little fish couldn't make moves if his 'net dropped'.
    well..
    what..?
    this aint hating, I've come to warn people..
    'Awe well', 'Or.. well'.. 'some are more equal'.
    "Chris; a pig"? ..consider this as lyricism's 'Animal Farm'.
    you're a 'bore' and can't challenge the part.. adapt to the art.
    "Chris; a pig"? ..porcine.
    I mean.. 'poor'scene'.
    we see you're streaky, no 'Bacon' brushstroke.
    you 'love'it'; made your pie from 'my slices'.. cut-throat.
    I "murder schemes perfectly". ya dun kno, columbo.
    forever 'memento mori'.. 'arty' til I'm done holmes.

    this is 'said in earnest' text, like I'm quoting hemmingway.
    but I'm not.. because you wouldn't notice anyway.
    I'll make your calender obsolete, "a beastly mayan".
    his raps are wack ..at least he's tryin'.
    you're not a natural rapper, you lack the talent.
    your funniest posts are those rants and tantrums.

    it's hard to rate his francis bacon reference..
    just a passing mention coz he hardly made an effort.
    sick scripts..?
    flips? ..tick.
    wit? ..tick.
    trip?..tych.
    huh. I innovate 'til it makes new traditions..
    he's sick with a face like 'figures at the base of a crucifixion'.

    he's short of time but his bars lack urgency,
    he can't write rap fervantly.
    word. I hurt the 'cee..
    coz he hurts the scene.
    I'll make him wish he'd never even heard of me..
    I'll leave him wishing that it had've been a "murder" scene.
    I'll kick it 'til he crawls to the kerb an' bleeds (verbally).
    I'll turn my back on him.. and then "courtesy"

    since his schemes seem overstretched
    ..how come he can't go the length?
    even he sees it.. he disses his own attempts..
    and he doesn't diss anything else, only them.
    an emotional mess.. a total wreck
    ..but ey, yo. you know.. no offense meant.
    I know you're lacking armour..
    like you know I'm battle hardened.
    I can give as good as I get, it's a theme which he'd repeat..
    but his punches are weak and he weeps when he sees defeat.
    he busts slugs ..with salty teardrops,
    bit my lines to form his fears from.
    the compliments are hollow, when I diss him I put soul in that.
    and now it'll always hurt him more by knowing that I'm holding back..
    Smoothtung, it's true stuff.. your lyrics are al....
    nah nevermind don't get upset bruv, they're alright if you're into that sort of thing.
    I'm in....

    I abuse you lyrically, confuse you instantly
    leave you sore'd like I've drawn from fitting sheaths
    & when you're floored you'll let out an inward shriek
    kinda screams you'd hear when children grieve
    my goal is consistency, avoiding proclivity
    hence I've never been told "you're full of filler, V"
    I lack capacities for sympathy like Nietzschean fiends
    as I quill capriciously with twisted steez & killer schemes
    you're lines are contradictory like you've quoted Christian priests
    so predictably I intervene to accost such conspiracies
    see, you accused him of biting when it's clearly your deficiency
    cuz the Orwell line's mine, and you took it inadmissibly
    forgive a G? I'm his disease, killing him malignantly
    sufficiently and wittingly subjecting him to misery
    like civility & chivalry, he'll disappear into history
    just watch how quick his scriptures cease as I cheer this victory

    I get respect cuz I'm on top of this
    you get re'spec't at the optometrist
    after I've finished rocking your optic pits
    you'll get your face'booked in like Moskovitz
    I'm closing in fast like the ablest monster blitz
    awaiting your blossoming like a patient botanist
    you're heart is marked for my razored copper clips
    & you'll 'cop'a'clip' so many times, you'll develop an orange tinge

    match lines? Tung can't quite
    but watch 'Venom smash' like 'cracked viles'
    I've 'been there' like 'had Heinz'
    now I'm here to clap nines, mad crime, til this man dies.
    his wack rhymes are his last rites
    I'll render him defenseless like the Brits did to past tribes
    he fronts to the game like he's half-tried
    'glass-spined'..
    if he 'shows character', it's 'in a re-enactment' of how Pac died

    all these 'pauper cees' so modestly disprove Venomonology?
    honestly, you're concerns should lie in 'conquering poverty'
    apologies? reform your dreams. but i forget when his form was seen
    he's hardly keen, shows partial zeal, like nominess for quarantine
    you're consciously and constantly committing lyrical debauchery
    so stop it please cuz sure it seems you've contravened the wrong emcee

    my opponent's unfocused; & this proponent is cogent
    I'll 'expose your approach' like 'red carpet closeups'
    he's hardly vocal, partly hopeful; his lines combine to a paltry total
    droppin poems with awkward tones cuz his tortured soul is horror-frozen
    his lines are stuck in the 'bronze' age, whereas mine are proper 'golden'
    and if 'bronze' he'll melt away; can't stand the heat like frost corrosion
    I'm 'Venomous', all he spouts is a harmless potion
    I'm progressing in leaps-n-bounds, he's content with small encroachments
    we'll watch his talent die slowly like it's got necrosis
    as we revolt against 'the man' with a 'Marxists focus'
    he'll fall into his darkest moments from the height of an apotheosis
    he'll be out of sight, out of mind; a silent child, beyond our notice
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    Chris..

    Quiet.
    ..I've been in and out of clinics.
    ..I've never been the guy out an about without critics..
    No mind - I lie and get high like I doubt limits.
    You tell me to slow down, why? I'm about finish.
    You pout over me but please your spouse didn't..
    I'm down to be profoundly steep like house bidding.
    You'll be downed, pro's found you deep in doused linens.
    Im leaving you speechless; mouth bleeding an 'bout missing.

    _S makes likes a bad dude so ill rough the mimic
    .. best mess with his 'face' value; adjusted image.
    He's simply his mothers blunder, a bust. Nothing vital.
    He's old school to faults; blunderbuss' musket rifles.

    So please, see I solute my pen an succeed in battle.
    If I'm 'not a battle rapper' than _sb seceded from battle..

    As sky's-raise the tide-breaks..
    but stays is rocks sprawled in limpet surf.
    Im 'fly, straight' through dawg. Like I stalk an call linnet birds.

    I'm fly dude; this won't be less-than a Veta Straughnn verse..
    My old school impact is like impressions from Megaladon girth.

    Let my words grab your pulse like an aderol surge..
    I'll rush you like a matadors porche.
    I've added more force
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    Cheese..

    Through thickets of fittest linguists my rhythmic instinct's mimicked man.
    I bring-with, distinct enrichment like shipments of live-strong wristbands.

    This kids vivid lymric's a gimmick so it's mythical he's fire.
    Nit-wit this kinships finished, go 'bro' you're a pitiful rhymer.

    There's a minimal visible visual of the pinnacle inside of you.
    I admit I initially planned to diss you, didn't, but implied a few.
    ..for once astonishingly Venomonology hid his incompetencies..
    Camouflaged the words. But stood out like pinkest auxiliaries.
    I should have you fitted, linked an locked to a pillory..
    Obnoxious rambling is what I though of as 'filler,V..'
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    Quote Originally Posted by Venomonology View Post
    I'm in....

    I abuse you lyrically, confuse you instantly
    leave you sore'd like I've drawn from fitting sheaths
    & when you're floored you'll let out an inward shriek
    kinda screams you'd hear when children grieve
    my goal is consistency, avoiding proclivity
    hence I've never been told "you're full of filler, V"
    I lack capacities for sympathy like Nietzschean fiends
    as I quill capriciously with twisted steez & killer schemes
    you're lines are contradictory like you've quoted Christian priests
    so predictably I intervene to accost such conspiracies
    see, you accused him of biting when it's clearly your deficiency
    cuz the Orwell line's mine, and you took it inadmissibly
    forgive a G? I'm his disease, killing him malignantly
    sufficiently and wittingly subjecting him to misery
    like civility & chivalry, he'll disappear into history
    just watch how quick his scriptures cease as I cheer this victory

    I get respect cuz I'm on top of this
    you get re'spec't at the optometrist
    after I've finished rocking your optic pits
    you'll get your face'booked in like Moskovitz
    I'm closing in fast like the ablest monster blitz
    awaiting your blossoming like a patient botanist
    you're heart is marked for my razored copper clips
    & you'll 'cop'a'clip' so many times, you'll develop an orange tinge

    match lines? Tung can't quite
    but watch 'Venom smash' like cracked viles
    I've 'been there' like 'had Heinz'
    now I'm here to clap nines, mad crime, til this man dies.
    his wack rhymes are his last rites
    I'll render him defenseless like the Brits did to past tribes
    he fronts to the game like he's half-tried
    glass-spined.. if he 'shows character', it's 'in a re-enactment' of how Pac died

    all these pauper cees so modestly disprove Venomonology?
    honestly, you're concerns should lie in conquering poverty
    apologies? reform your dreams. but i forget when his form was seen
    he's hardly keen, shows partial zeal, like nominess for quarantine
    you're consciously and constantly committing lyrical debauchery
    so stop it please cuz sure it seems you've contravened the wrong emcee

    my opponent's unfocused; & this proponent is cogent
    I'll 'expose your approach' like 'red carpet closeups'
    he's hardly vocal, partly hopeful his lines combine to a paltry total
    droppin poems with awkward tones cuz his tortured soul is horror frozen
    damn, you've really raised your game. it ain't the same.
    you gained some traits. I'll make the claim straight away.
    so you know the rest of this script is the real view too. it feels true.
    you make it plain who you crave to appeal to.. I hear you.
    real 'smooth' moves:
    you steal too..
    I've never seen you bite lines from a rap verse..
    you try to bite my entire style, that's worse.
    I introduced the intricate internals you instantly imitated.
    your battle rap makes me feel bad that I facilitate it.
    I mixed abuse with flips that fused to introduce hidden truth.
    ..you would if you could, it's a skill which you're not fit to use.
    I mock them properly. I write long drops but with no drops in quality.
    honestly, you've got "consistancy" ..sloppy constantly.
    my rhymes tesselate, he tries to replicate. notice the pattern?
    ..I make a move and then so does this rapper.
    I goaded his swagger but it's so close to mine that I felt bad.
    he's a replica but lesser and accepts that. respect, fam.
    this is overdue.. I'm known for my style, so are you.
    you're known for my style coz your own's known to lose.
    I bit your Orwell line? swine. that's a crooked fact..
    I wrote it and used it on Smooth before you did ..then I took it back.
    you hit the Deck 'ard ..replicant.
    'cee, seems the scene's perilous.
    I'll bury this 'Venomous', then edit the evidence..
    I'm a mod with "killer schemes".. see, I'm 'Dexter'ous.

    you tend to make generic claims and then invent the reasons..
    I've never seen cleaner.. it's 'rinse, repeat.' next procedure.
    you're a repetitive schemer with a trecherous demeanour
    like you're wrestling with demons and it threatens the allegiance.
    you're having trouble catching up like it's emphysema.
    my challenge was issued to Smooth, not to you. attention seeker.

    "Neitzschean fiends" yeah? Thus Spoke.. who?
    only you. I've gone Beyond Good and Evil, I 'just' know 'true'.
    I steered 'peers into this abyss an' ..nothing happened.
    so I'll throw that damn book at you like 'stuff-this-chapter'.

    I won't "quote christian priests". I speak truthfully..
    I'll kill him with a long drop and give a brief eulogy.
    I've gone beyond the Venomonology..
    I'll catch godly bodies like gehenna belongs to me.
    honestly, "a christian priest"? ..beyond contemplation.
    take a vice to your temples like lost congregations.
    you've not got any "filler".. still a huge cavity.
    your bars arent sharp but it's 'a'cute' angle 'V'.

    on the real, you've got composure.
    the 'top opponent'. (i.e. not atrocious).
    but you only put wit into flips, not emotion.
    you just make it all up ..an' it's not atonement.
    you dissed the wrong person or you've got the wrong persona.
    you're so far off.. that to see you we'd need stronger "focus"?
    yet you keep sniffing around my tale like it's dawg aroma.
    or you're just stuck stunned spitting jibberish.. "horror frozen"?
    set to forever show potential 'til you've lost the moment.
    ..he ain't gonna make it past noon like a clock that's broken.
    I could finish him instantly, prefer to keep my options open.
    that wasn't closure it was just something to ponder over.
    Last edited by _SBU; 06-26-2012 at 03:43 PM.

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    Damn, you've gone soft. Your brawn's botched. topped.
    I've seen strong drops and I've seen the strong drop.
    You need proper composer don't offer 'top opponent'.
    Applaud the motive but it's which drop is dopest.
    Who are you, dude, to put that in your hands?
    Call me rude but i don't approve of the poor stance.
    What my flows brew will provoke blues like the coors cans.
    When I aspire to conspire you perspire like pore glands.
    When it's all judged In style I'm admired, like store brands.
    You're style is of so so poetry, no real cogency.
    If you're dope than you must have stolen potency.
    I'm so 'dope' like I've been joviously bestowing growth copiously.
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    Hennesy hypnotic yeah we call that ish the hulk
    Sippin vodka with no tonic cuz we sippin that the most
    Roll the green plus it's sticky and that's all we ever smoke
    Roll a J pour a shot cuz I'm bout to make a toast
    Gotta tight grip on my verses you can even say they choked
    We so high that we in heaven my girl's body is a blessin
    She play student here's her lesson she the most nothin less than
    And I don't party like I used to but tonight is the exception
    Yeah we got a lot to do but tonight we be no stressin'
    If you rollin pop a pill, little yellows with a crescent
    Prep a line, shot a jack, yeah we call that black and white
    And we raisin' up the bar cuz we kings for the night
    Oh no there I go and there ain't no comin' back
    Bank roll, no credit, yeah we call that rack on racks
    If your crew is really trippin' then I'm comin' back all strapped
    Whatchu want no problems ha well how about that
    Said I don't party like I used to but tonight is the exception
    And we mixin like we trippin coke and bombay
    Man I'm faded eff the haters really nothin else to say

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    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    damn, you've really raised your game. it ain't the same.
    you gained some traits. I'll make the claim straight away.
    so you know the rest of this script is the real view too. it feels true.
    you make it plain who you crave to appeal to.. I hear you.
    real 'smooth' moves:
    you steal too..
    I've never seen you bite lines from a rap verse..
    you try to bite my entire style, that's worse.
    I introduced the intricate internals you instantly imitated.
    your battle rap makes me feel bad that I facilitate it.
    I mixed abuse with flips that fused to introduce hidden truth.
    ..you would if you could, it's a skill which you're not fit to use.
    I mock them properly. I write long drops but with no drops in quality.
    honestly, you've got "consistancy" ..sloppy constantly.
    my rhymes tesselate, he tries to replicate. notice the pattern?
    ..I make a move and then so does this rapper.
    I goaded his swagger but it's so close to mine that I felt bad.
    he's a replica but lesser and accepts that. respect, fam.
    this is overdue.. I'm known for my style, so are you.
    you're known for my style coz your own's known to lose.
    I bit your Orwell line? swine. that's a crooked fact..
    I wrote it and used it on Smooth before you did ..then I took it back.
    you hit the Deck 'ard ..replicant.
    'cee, seems the scene's perilous.
    I'll bury this 'Venomous', then edit the evidence..
    I'm a mod with "killer schemes".. see, I'm 'Dexter'ous.

    you tend to make generic claims and then invent the reasons..
    I've never seen cleaner.. it's 'rinse, repeat.' next procedure.
    you're a repetitive schemer with a trecherous demeanour
    like you're wrestling with demons and it threatens the allegiance.
    you're having trouble catching up like it's emphysema.
    my challenge was issued to Smooth, not to you. attention seeker.

    "Neitzschean fiends" yeah? Thus Spoke.. who?
    only you. I've gone Beyond Good and Evil, I 'just' know 'true'.
    I steered 'peers into this abyss an' ..nothing happened.
    so I'll throw that damn book at you like 'stuff-this-chapter'.

    I won't "quote christian priests". I speak truthfully..
    I'll kill him with a long drop and give a brief eulogy.
    I've gone beyond the Venomonology..
    I'll catch godly bodies like gehenna belongs to me.
    honestly, "a christian priest"? ..beyond contemplation.
    take a vice to your temples like lost congregations.
    you've not got any "filler".. still a huge cavity.
    your bars arent sharp but it's 'a'cute' angle 'V'.

    on the real, you've got composure.
    the 'top opponent'. (i.e. not atrocious).
    but you only put wit into flips, not emotion.
    you just make it all up ..an' it's not atonement.
    you dissed the wrong person or you've got the wrong persona.
    you're so far off.. that to see you we'd need stronger "focus"?
    yet you keep sniffing around my tale like it's dawg aroma.
    or you're just stuck stunned spitting jibberish.. "horror frozen"?
    set to forever show potential 'til you've lost the moment.
    ..he ain't gonna make it past noon like a clock that's broken.
    I could finish him instantly, prefer to keep my options open.
    that wasn't closure it was just something to ponder over.
    My iq is the earths sums times three.
    I robbed adam behind-the-tree, ingested knowledge of suns inside of me.
    Killed priests then got nuns to confide in me..
    I have enemies to pose threats but none fit to die for these.
    I'm slow to lose control but your prone to prevoke more thunderous blows than lightning striking fighting rings.
    Glowing through skies and igniting things..
    Bullet proof hide outs enticing stings..

    Well if smooth dried out, tommorw'd rain on some weather ****.
    If I ever swallowed my pride id choke to death on it..
    Piles that werent digested, locked in compact compartments..
    ..I stole gold from fort Knox and invested in the black market.
    Karl Marx died so I'd have a friend to play cards with..
    And on the real, 'Mary' lied.. - ..i ****ed her regardless.
    Ill father up and teach you the difference between having no heart and being heartless.
    Im down to carve kids.
    Im a large risk,
    My iq is too pinpoint for a test.
    I dipped half way through it and finished before the steps.
    Script printed out and sticking out on the b****es desk.
    This is a game of chess and Ive caught what they didnt didn't catch.
    Burn the demons of rhyme with a white crucifix.
    Pluck Orion's belt from the sky and tie a noose with it.
    I hold the beat down with the force of a fourth note.
    I'll spit on your grave and watch the corpse float..

    Ill jump to blow my fuse, knock your lights out, leave you missing.
    If you ever get up again you wont see how you've even risen.
    I'm leaving mental prison..
    Straight up breaking out from lethal positions.
    Raising wager shouts and breaking doubts I'm cerebral genius.
    Success is a quilt, life's a b***h; an evil seamstress.
    But if your quite tamed let winds of light change support flight range; regal phoenix.
    You might say Im beatnik or picked a difficult word.
    But I'll karate kick the sun and burn out like the mythical bird.
    Bring the hammer-down like you pissed off the God Thor.
    I'll run you brain in circles, leave your wrists scuffed and socks torn
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    I'm dangerous.
    So straight up I make god look traitorous.
    Like he'd shake n bake us.. bait or fake us.
    Like I saw him gamble our souls and lose to a pair of aces
    Humanity loses its patience..
    I've been bearing the weight since.
    You two wouldn't fare as replacements.
    I put in hard work to harvest worth in arrogant statements.
    You two leave me broke and in the shade, faithless.
    I hate this.
    The villain too yearns for defeat.
    I'd tell you to bring sense but you two'd turn to the street's.
    I'm uncommon, like girls in your sheets.
    Uncommon like a slur in my speech..
    Uncommon like ive changed worlds and drank murr with priests.
    I'll leave you hobbling because you two aren't stand up guys.
    I'll kill your two faced personalities; the tandems died .
    I'll have you drew, traced in the sand, fams will arrive..
    Ramble aside; answer. reply. man up it's time.
    ...
    Last edited by smoothtung; 06-29-2012 at 10:46 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    Damn, you've gone soft. Your brawn's botched. topped.
    I've seen strong drops and I've seen the strong drop.
    You need proper composer don't offer 'top opponent'.
    Applaud the motive but it's which drop is dopest.
    Who are you, dude, to put that in your hands?
    Call me rude but i don't approve of the poor stance.
    What my flows brew will provoke blues like the coors cans.
    When I aspire to conspire you perspire like pore glands.
    When it's all judged In style I'm admired, like store brands.
    You're style is of so so poetry, no real cogency.
    If you're dope than you must have stolen potency.
    I'm so 'dope' like I've been joviously bestowing growth copiously.

    we used to chat and send each other tracks that we were working on..
    verses swapped.. exchanging the feedback, training to reach that perfect drop.
    I kept striving, finding polite ways to tell him this his wording's wrong..
    and every time I raised my game the heavy envy hurt him lots.
    my text's fresh, dont get vexed though..
    I don't expose friends 'cept when ex friends pose..
    I taught him lessons that improved Smoothtung.
    he taught me a lesson that made me lose trust.
    he bit my property, proper quality lines.. and apologised.
    I let it slide though truely he deserved to be ostracized.
    we're all good now but I mention it in texts for fun.
    plus.. set to never ever let the kid forget it once.
    this is just a conversation in rhyme form,
    you think that we're down now, can never be quite sure.
    ay.. this is all only peace Smooth..
    it's only a little 'peace' ..it's a preview.
    the type of rhymes you type are trite and quite commonplace.
    whether bringing vicious lyrical skills or poetic flows I still dominate.
    you're blinded by my shine yet you're drawn towards. a moth to flame.
    I'm more than you can contemplate, you're more than I can tolerate.

    you keep on coming with the same faded imagery like a poor man's porn stash.
    you're not all that, you're all trash.. Hip'Hop'; 'Hipocrisy's Hopeless' in shorthand.
    I'm worth two 2pacs.. you're worth a four pac of "coors cans".
    you said ..a whole load of other utter rubbish. I ignored that.
    your style's layed out like I've got your flaw-plan..
    you're structures are ruptured; no safe place to fall back.

    you're not hot. what.? "perspired" like a fire hydrant.
    this is over top with "strong drops" like pile drivers.
    he claims to take my lines as advice.. style biter.
    since he thinks his mind's enlightened, his entire life's denial.
    microtized an' thinking it's giant sized. why the guise?
    try to rise from depriving sites, like tired eyes.
    why try advancing your path more? you're harming the artform.
    my shine's self empowered, my heart is a star core.
    I'm sonning him, it's truely solar..
    might die high like supernovas.
    seems I'm needing new opponents.. seems he needs a new persona..
    shrewd, change your name again like last time you eschewed exposure.
    I've gone beyond common lyrics, it's monolithic. I threw 'Shaadow' like a huge lamp post.
    you follow me about but you're not close fam though. damn bro, I banned those bland flows.
    my "poetry" opens your closed mind. you know mine, it's no lie.
    texts of yours are metaphors for 'nevermore' ..a 'Poe'try'.
    you 'rave-n' rant. save the act, display the facts and make a rap.
    you've 'lost the plot' like wondering whilst wandering with rake an' map.
    I fly high like drake an' flag..
    he's high, hee'l take flake an' drag.
    cut the chat, just a fan so hit a 'break an' 'brap':
    coz I'll cut this little piggie's 'r's an make a 'bacon' 'bap'.
    your drop lacked flow ..like I gave a dam.
    I mean you'll be leaving when I say 'you'll be making tracks'.
    I'd list his sins but this place aint got the space for that.
    his vocab is so tragic that there aint a name for that.
    coz' you've got long words but contexts waste 'em.. 'ostentatious'?
    if your short drops are quality not quantity make contents greater.

    peace bruv'. come back at that yeah?
    Last edited by _SBU; 06-29-2012 at 02:55 PM.

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    My free time is precious but I guess I'll spare a second
    Cuz I cannot spare these rappers and I'll never come in second
    ****in pseudo-intellectics please spare me all your reference
    Cuz knowledge without application's like a titty without breastes
    And I can make my words deep, sometimes I keep it shallow
    Laugh as you try too hard just like yesterday's tomorrow
    Always livin in the moment but I'm plottin for the future
    You ain't yesterday's news because you were never featured
    So tell me bout the stars, tell me bout the sun
    Useless little rapper but you bout to get burned
    Used to care about philosophy now I give a **** less
    And your useless banter is the least of my stress
    When you put it to the test Quick always ace ya over
    You spendin hours on the keyboard inna second though you're over
    I got too much on my mind for your petty little rhyme
    Rappers all get served I'm the king in due time
    Girl too fine as I turn away a dime eff that nevermind got distracted but you blind
    Try to test my knowledge and you'll only get embarassed
    While you lyin on the floor and I'm smokin on the terrace
    Never say my name, lose all respect
    Finest in the nation nothin more nothin less

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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    My iq is the earths sums times three.
    I robbed adam behind-the-tree, ingested knowledge of the suns inside of me.
    I killed priests then got nuns to confide in me..
    I have enemies to pose threats but none fit to die for these.
    I'm slow to lose control but your prone to prevoke more thunderous blows than lightning striking fighting rings.
    Glowing through skies and igniting things..
    Bullet proof hides enticing stings..
    Well if smooth dried, tommorw'd rain on some weather ****.
    If I ever swallowed my pride id prolly choke to death on it..
    Piles that werent digested, locked in compact compartments
    ..I stole gold from fort Knox and invested in the black market.
    God died so I'd have a friend to play cards with.
    And on the real, Mary lied.. - ..i ****ed her regardless.
    Ill father up and teach you the difference between having no heart and being heartless.
    Im down to carve kids.
    Im a large risk,
    My iq is too pinpoint for a test.
    I dipped half way through and finished before the steps.
    Script printed out and sticking out on the b****es desk.
    This is a game of chess and Ive caught what you didnt didn't catch.

    Burn the demons of rhyme with a white crucifix.
    Pluck Orion's belt from the sky and tie a noose with it.
    I hold the beat down with the force of a fourth note.
    I'll spit on your grave and watch the corpse float..
    Ill jump to blow my fuse, knock your lights out and leave you fizzing.
    If you ever get up again you wont see how you've even risen
    I'm leaving mental prison.
    Straight up breaking out from lethal positions.
    Raising wager droughts and breaking doubts I'm cerebral genius.
    Success is a quilt, life's a b***h; evil seamstress.
    But if your quite tamed let winds of light change support flight range; regal phoenix.
    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    we used to chat and send each other tracks that we were working on..
    verses swapped.. exchanging the feedback, training to reach that perfect drop.
    I kept striving, finding polite ways to tell him this his wording's wrong..
    and every time I raised my game the heavy envy hurt him lots.
    my text's fresh, dont get vexed though..
    I don't expose friends 'cept when ex friends pose..
    I taught him lessons that improved Smoothtung.
    he taught me a lesson that made me lose trust.
    he bit my property, proper quality lines.. and apologised.
    I let it slide though truely he deserved to be ostracized.
    we're all good now but I mention it in texts for fun.
    plus.. set to never ever let the kid forget it once.
    this is just a conversation in rhyme form,
    you think that we're down now, can never be quite sure.
    ay.. this is all only peace Smooth..
    it's only a little 'peace' ..it's a preview.
    the type of rhymes you type are trite and quite commonplace.
    whether bringing vicious lyrical skills or poetic flows I still dominate.
    you're blinded by my shine yet you're drawn towards. a moth to flame.
    I'm more than you can contemplate, you're more than I can tolerate.

    you keep on coming with the same faded imagery like a poor man's porn stash.
    you're not all that, you're all trash.. Hip'Hop'; 'Hipocrisy's Hopeless' in shorthand.
    I'm worth two 2pacs.. you're worth a four pac of "coors cans".
    you said ..a whole load of other utter rubbish. I ignored that.
    your style's layed out like I've got your flaw-plan..
    you're structures are ruptured; no safe place to fall back.

    you're not hot. what.? "perspired" like a fire hydrant.
    this is over top with "strong drops" like pile drivers.
    he claims to take my lines as advice.. style biter.
    since he thinks his mind's enlightened, his entire life's denial.
    microtized an' thinking it's giant sized. why the guise?
    try to rise from depriving sites, like tired eyes.
    why try advancing your path more? you're harming the artform.
    my shine's self empowered, my heart is a star core.
    I'm sonning him, it's truely solar..
    might die high like supernovas.
    seems I'm needing new opponents.. seems he needs a new persona..
    shrewd, change your name again like last time you eschewed exposure.
    I've gone beyond common lyrics, it's monolithic. I threw 'Shaadow' like a huge lamp post.
    you follow me about but you're not close fam though. damn bro, I banned those bland flows.
    my "poetry" opens your closed mind. you know mine, it's no lie.
    texts of yours are metaphors for 'nevermore' ..a 'Poe'try'.
    you 'rave-n' rant. save the act, display the facts and make a rap.
    you've 'lost the plot' like wondering whilst wandering with rake an' map.
    I fly high like drake an' flag..
    he's high, hee'l take flake an' drag.
    cut the chat, just a fan so hit a 'break an' 'brap':
    coz I'll cut this little piggie's 'r's an make a 'bacon' 'bap'.
    your drop lacked flow ..like I gave a dam.
    I mean you'll be leaving when I say 'you'll be making tracks'.
    I'd list his sins but this place aint got the space for that.
    his vocab is so tragic that there aint a name for that.
    coz' you've got long words but contexts waste 'em.. 'ostentatious'?
    if your short drops are quality not quantity make contents greater.

    peace bruv'. come back at that yeah?

    Ignore strong drops cuz it's convenient for you?
    Attacking what's admittedly poorest, though I've seen it too.
    Course I really think I've been too lenient towards you..
    I'll board haymakers to brain layers; go the scenic route.
    You're a treeless root with no sun to grow..
    Get bitten by badgering vermin just to stunt the growth.
    Just for fun; to probe.
    Fake the runt and front hope.
    Take the stun gun and make you take the brunt to the frontal lobes.
    I can't see you and I'm delighted.
    You can try to rain on my parade but I painted sunny days in my eyelids.
    I wrote this in 17 minutes fam..
    **missing man** Tell chris' mom iv'er'son; like sixers fans.
    Last edited by smoothtung; 07-03-2012 at 04:11 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    Ignore strong drops cuz it's convenient for you?
    Attacking what's admittedly poorest, though I've seen it too.
    Course I really think I've been too lenient towards you..
    I'll board haymakers to brain layers; go the scenic route.
    You're a treeless root with no sun to grow..
    Get bitten by badgering vermin just to stunt the growth.
    Just for fun; to probe.
    Fake the runt and front hope.
    Take the stun gun and make you take the brunt to the frontal lobes.
    I can't see you and I'm delighted.
    You can try to rain on my parade but I painted sunny days in my eyelids.
    I wrote this in 17 minutes fam..
    **missing man** Tell chris' mom iv'er'son; like sixers fans.

    his bitter little bits of bitten script are stripped of wit, mixed and split, rinsed with spit.. it's filler ish, dithering, the simplest simpering lyricist.
    I despise lies.. he can't write the right rhymes so shown a wise mind he won't quote but tries to bite lines and fit them in. a skill of his. a dismal diss.
    he's got the time to write, it's just a weak excuse he's clinging to. I disapprove.
    he spent seven minutes writing and ten biting, deciding which bits to use.
    it's simple Smooth', your biting's been brought up before an' you admit it's true,
    so I considered switching up the subjects, coming with some different views,
    like saying you're a gifted youth coz it's a gift which I give to you..
    ..it's something which I didn't do, you still sit accused.

    I accuse you of biting ..then you bite when replying.
    you think it's a fine line, like you've refined it.
    you claim to "paint sunny days in your eyelids"..
    you jacked that rap from a track I provided.
    I supplied him with the Aesop Rock song 'Battery'.
    it's about putting work in, he bit it with apathy.

    you bite so I'll throw the right hook like diligent fishermen.
    you're like a fish out of water so the flips are ridiculous.
    quit with rhythmless syllables, see, seems even the fillers are brilliant.
    there's wisdom in innocence. your existance is ignorance.

    I'm "probed" like the guy'knows? he wrecked'um.
    humiliated openly, spectators an' speculum.
    my flow aint "raining on parades", it's only battlerap.
    your old style's seen brighter days, it's got cataracts.
    ..why defy me?
    ..writing blindly,
    your 'eye'sees' only white and you're tasteless:
    like your 'Icee's only wh.. get the flavor?
    huh. dope rappers only write rhymes in praise of mine and don't brag.
    take that low calibre flow back to the close fam that you don't have.

    ey yo, smooth tung. it's peace bro, the feud's done.
    ..nah, just playing ..hating on you is too fun.
    you ruptured, you crumpled, you screwed up.
    my style's fresh with crisp lines like a new tux.
    we can go back and forth with this thread like it's loom spun.
    you tailor swiftly. quickly slippin', lubed up? smooth tung?
    'tugging off at the tale' like plumes plucked?
    too pumped with flows going down like a flume does.
    it's too rushed..
    smooth tung..
    I'm going in deep an' I seek the true crux..
    you don't go in deep when you speak but the mood sunk.
    you're "too lenient to me"? you're leaning on me too much.
    stand on your own or at least seek a new crutch.
    kid's still trippin' like he can't tie his shoes up.
    I'll sever this thief's writing hand and he'll lose touch.
    fix it up like you're packin' a glue gun.
    your flow's in vain starved of air like blue blood,
    still under Muddy Waters like blues clubs.
    your flow's pro, on some doctor seuss stuff.
    you throw jagged lines and give loud claps like zeus does.
    I aim high like killing off gods whilst you shoot up,
    crush your best buds and take lines like you do drugs.
    smoothtung..

    you know I'm down for more rounds but why bother?
    you've not got substance, style or honor..
    abhored an' fraught. I'm more than sure..
    take any one of my drops and put it against all of yours.
    you've very little spine like I dwarf your support and you're forced to fall.
    this is more than talk but it's all for sport ..I dropped the bomb and caught the ball.

    I beast an' I seek an equal but I dropped the best,
    venom' on the ground, there are no monsters left.
    oh right so I ignored your stronger text? ..not a threat.
    I did reply, I sent it to the same place your conscience went.

    you boldly stole from a track that I sent to you.
    foolishness, dishonesty, what else was that meant to prove?
    really think you'd escape with the escapade?
    fam, back off like you're making a getaway.
    Last edited by _SBU; 07-04-2012 at 05:00 PM.

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    I'm from the 'nadnock area - write lines like padlock sequence.
    Pen pads to hysteria.
    Raps strong as bad-dog leash links.
    Get slept on often. I should be atop massive ceilings..
    Heart attacks the mind when dropping; I box a savage demon..

    What did I bite, give me something..
    Listen if I bit your a f*****g tripp; I'm hippy hunting.

    Your good dawg, we know but back the f**k up.
    I'll leave you 'f***ed up' like there's moss in your bud blunt

    Bruv, 'nough. If you ain't seen I gave the 'dub' awhile ago.
    I came back to 'show pride' like I rep a lions coat.

    I'm original and inside me I'm sprouting pros.
    You can say you're bomb, that you've won but I'm doubting both.

    You've been at this for years, only mix tapes are yielded.
    We hear you but don't get it like your phony face is shielded.

    What are you striving for.. Props? Acceptance?
    ..it's a lost cause dawg like diving for lochness remnants

    .. Or finding hot, topless tenants

    'Sunny days in my eyelids' what an Aesop concept fam.
    I structured it my way; you copied, obnoxious fan..
    Stop this man.
    You're an acomplice, and..

    Dishonest.

    Appalled is THIS man..

    But wait when I said it, he edited, like I never read it.
    He gave aesop the credit to dodge the accusation.
    Thought I wouldn't catch it and have to re-calculate things.
    You're pathetic.
    F**k your lies - and salutations
    Last edited by smoothtung; 07-05-2012 at 07:23 AM.

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    Everytime I come around these bishes sayin the same ****
    About when they goin out and who they smokin dank with
    How they drank too much and went hard and went ape ****
    And I ain't tryna hate but really I can't take it
    I'm tryna transcend and be on some realness
    But I'm surrounded by youth who confuse bliss for ign'ance
    Haven't worked a day in they life so really can't complain this
    Gets frustratin and I try and I ain't gotta be the great-est
    But excuse me if you lose me when you talkin bout your weekend
    Think you're ballin but every penny is somethin that your parents spend
    Nevermind that, riddle rhyme rap, lemme be clear, lemme state facts
    I went hard you retard not stupid you're behind me
    I outlast and was out-trashed you're trash don't remind me
    My glory days will put to waste whatever you do in the moment
    My saddest days are pushed away and still I rose above it
    I can barely take you seriously cuz all I hear is chatter
    And I'm stressed about some real life **** if you ask me what the matter
    I've lived more life in a weekend then you have in a life span
    So excuse me if I could care less about your deep end so digress
    And let go you don't know bring any rapper they won't show
    So even if you write more clever got more time or whatever
    I don't respect you like you better cuz in life I'm under weather
    Like I'm sicker then a fevar or a fever or whatever
    Rest In Peace I'm the realest you forty card bish can't deal ish
    So pay respect pay your homage I'm the greatest like Muhammed
    I go hard like I'm Tyson you can't fight one better run son
    Careful he who fights monster lest he becomes one
    Peace

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    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    I'm from the 'nadnock area - write lines like padlock sequence.
    Pen pads to hysteria.
    Raps strong as bad-dog leash links.
    Get slept on often. I should be atop massive ceilings..
    Heart attacks the mind when dropping; I box a savage demon..

    What did I bite, give me something..
    Listen if I bit your a f*****g tripp; I'm hippy hunting.

    Your good dawg, we know but back the f**k up.
    I'll leave you 'f***ed up' like there's moss in your bud blunt

    Bruv, 'nough. If you ain't seen I gave the 'dub' awhile ago.
    I came back to 'show pride' like I rep a lions coat.

    I'm original and inside me I'm sprouting pros.
    You can say you're bomb, that you've won but I'm doubting both.

    You've been at this for years, only mix tapes are yielded.
    We hear you but don't get it like your phony face is shielded.

    What are you striving for.. Props? Acceptance?
    ..it's a lost cause dawg like diving for lochness remnants

    .. Or finding hot, topless tenants

    'Sunny days in my eyelids' what an Aesop concept fam.
    I structured it my way; you copied, obnoxious fan..
    Stop this man.
    You're an acomplice, and..

    Dishonest.

    Appalled is THIS man..

    But wait when I said it, he edited, like I never read it.
    He gave aesop the credit to dodge the accusation.
    Thought I wouldn't catch it and have to re-calculate things.
    You're pathetic.
    F**k your lies - and salutations

    this is some natural actual rapper script,
    even add'mitt you aint catching this.
    you dropped the ball and got overly angry fam it's poor sportsmanship.
    those low blows weren't close to my feat like dwarf swordsman slipped.
    I've never seen a poor performance fall short as his..
    I've lived a lot and I've seen all sorts of s***,
    yall'd split like porcelain from the force of it,
    the sort to shift enormous bricks like 'mortar's hit.
    now lyrically pissing on him as he's cornered in.
    sunning him, frizzled. or fritzled, he daughters it..
    word is born but he should've aborted it, better dead when he tortures it.
    I'm more equipped. see the site like sniper'dot and dash'off; re'morse'less script.
    I batter arrogant battle rappers with language, it's informative.
    retyre like pitstops, 'fore you're pit's top falling in.
    we're storm and ship, balls and mitt, a born prince and a pauper's kid,
    fallen king lord of crypts with forceful grip of warring sith.. and boring b****..
    I hardly need to speak on which is which.. it's fraction of my passion smashing all of his.
    rap aint for cash or fashion but it's all for kicks. my thoughts are rich so I've got more to risk.

    yeah I edited text coz my spelling aint great,
    edit yourself, leave the essence replaced.
    it's strange, your every single sentence is strained,
    but you bite so it aint just yourself that's to blame.
    I'd even diss the original source of your replica phrase,
    like.. since you bit the lyrics it was never the same.

    you bite rhymes so share the blame for your awful drops.
    you're like some dumb friend that Venom' brought along,
    interrupting everyone's real talk with awkward flops.
    if I didn't flip scripts I'd simply ignore the lot.
    he's breached more than orca pods, since I kill a wailing 'cee he aint deep with distorted songs.
    ay yo, you're sworn and swamped, scorned and stomped, scorched and stopped and forced to watch.
    I scored a lot, you sought the spot but scored a loss. you sought to shock, I snored a lot.
    you're surely wrong.. off the wall and behind the times like a fallen clock..
    throwin' both hands up, boasting but damn bruv,
    your richest rhymes are all morally bankrupt.
    die before your time, please, at least leave To'pack up.
    you grip your mouse tightly then drop s*** like cats' guts.
    you're flaky off the top of the dome bro.. dandruff.
    nah, that sucked. you come off the top of the dome like your scalp's cut.
    ..like I've got a trophy an' all you've got has atrophied.
    swagger? steez? rapper, please.. apathy? parodies of stagnant schemes?
    hah, wrong path.. gone far? hardly..
    your drops are not art, I've got knot art; shibari.
    polish your flaws or your floors with your smooth tung.
    you used to be fly, if you're sick it's the 'flew' bug.
    ..life's like a b' that he woefully wooed once,
    now he just scurries through hell with his noose tucked.
    hah, damn. f***.. that's stuff's too much.
    if you wish me ill will then I'll just wish you luck.

    for real, if you like what you do then I'm hyped for you.
    no pro punches, you bite 'ere' like it's 'mic' abuse.
    my pages'll get more praise than bibles do.
    write that I lie and I'll file a libel suit.

    you redefine 'Smooth' into meaning 'low quality'
    it's filler with no lyrical skill and no modesty..
    so your drop was Smooth yo, go and don't bother me.
    you're a former hypocrite; forgot your own policies.
    you know those times rhyming lines in your head when you cant find a pen bruv?
    and by the time that you find one you're vexed and forget stuff then get fed up?
    or then again when you come with a fresh punch but can't get the setup and stress comes?
    when you're coming with nothing so bluff and invent stuff? every single line that you write? ..yeah, them ones.

    I've got this licked, it's worth a hundred 'Tung's,
    this is 'rawwr' and your stuff's underdone,
    I've got 'big game', I'm this "lion"s 'mane' source.
    I'll break my drops down to help you make yours:
    check it out..
    he aint entering hard bars like 'Tungs'ten'.
    ay, incase you missed what that stuff meant..
    'hard bars' like 'tungsten' coz soft mettle just bends..
    or Tung's 'ten' coz young men get barred from the 'hard bars' and clubs then.
    you get me?
    probably not, an' you'll never test me.
    Last edited by _SBU; 07-09-2012 at 04:55 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by quickill View Post
    Everytime I come around these bishes sayin the same ****
    About when they goin out and who they smokin dank with
    How they drank too much and went hard and went ape ****
    And I ain't tryna hate but really I can't take it
    I'm tryna transcend and be on some realness
    But I'm surrounded by youth who confuse bliss for ign'ance
    Haven't worked a day in they life so really can't complain this
    Gets frustratin and I try and I ain't gotta be the great-est
    But excuse me if you lose me when you talkin bout your weekend
    Think you're ballin but every penny is somethin that your parents spend
    Nevermind that, riddle rhyme rap, lemme be clear, lemme state facts
    I went hard you retard not stupid you're behind me
    I outlast and was out-trashed you're trash don't remind me
    My glory days will put to waste whatever you do in the moment
    My saddest days are pushed away and still I rose above it
    I can barely take you seriously cuz all I hear is chatter
    And I'm stressed about some real life **** if you ask me what the matter
    I've lived more life in a weekend then you have in a life span
    So excuse me if I could care less about your deep end so digress
    And let go you don't know bring any rapper they won't show
    So even if you write more clever got more time or whatever
    I don't respect you like you better cuz in life I'm under weather
    Like I'm sicker then a fevar or a fever or whatever
    Rest In Peace I'm the realest you forty card bish can't deal ish
    So pay respect pay your homage I'm the greatest like Muhammed
    I go hard like I'm Tyson you can't fight one better run son
    Careful he who fights monster lest he becomes one
    Peace
    ey, mate.. why do you boast?
    your drop was generic so applied to you most.
    try to write specific lyrics with fitting relevance.
    get some reaction and mix different elements.
    biology student.. you read about life whilst I'm wiser, living it,
    I aint sayin' that your scripts are sick; you're ill-equipped.
    lyricist? nah.. check his occupation.
    stick to perfoming the 'hip op'erations.
    it aint "the same **** ". this is five star rated.
    waste man, shame that you try hard aint it..?
    you keep seeming to treat keeping it real as a cheap gimmick.
    my rap happens naturally, I'd even sneeze lyrics
    'at'youu'.. Quick Ill.. slow to get better..
    bad med student couldnt even test Venom'.
    you're "rose above" but with delicate petals all fallen, the sort that's thornless,
    you couldn't even beat Shaadow so wilt in the corner, ignored and thoughtless.

    if he's really keeping it real with his fictional plot..
    then I'm "Bish"op with knive skills or "Riddle"y Scott.
    it's real coz I feel it, the imagery's hot,
    I build and destroy like a diligent god.
    totally over the top.. it "transcends".
    Quick'll think he's "living" 'til his trance ends.

    your lines are quite nice, but not for battling.
    it's all in your head if there's constant "chattering".
    you're small as little skits so ought to switch it up like schiz' phonetics,
    it's depressing, you need a dose of your own medicine; a stricken medic,
    flip the ethics, seems he isn't giving back to rap so I'll dispossess him,
    it's effective. I'm pushing the envelope Quick so you missed the message.

    your whole style's safe and it won't slip..
    it's consistantly average and takes no risks,
    so aint noticed. slow wits. won't grow big. yo, kid..
    no ripped raps, you still lack the strength to expose gifts.

    you're bland with the swag of a blank page,
    damn straight. that's plain.
    your self worth's as small as your fanbase,
    more bad traits than bandmates.

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