Hahahaha, nahh but forreal this just a quick 16, u don't gotta battle if u don't want to; I jus wanna see some talent lol
Hahahaha, nahh but forreal this just a quick 16, u don't gotta battle if u don't want to; I jus wanna see some talent lol
sooo clutch everywhere
bad ******* let a ***** touch everywhere
unsigned, but the ****** dats signin
cosign the ***** dats rhymin; salute
young hearted sharpa than a suit
while we talkin suited, put sum carpet in a coupe
step in nike booted, got all the ******* muted
& the only ***** hatin is...you
stop while ya behind.
all dem flies u swear u is, are gon get caught up in ya lies
leave a ***** dead in a graveyard, jus fa playin hard
so homie jus stop it, like ya tryna stand guard
**** u, ya goals, ya motives, ya foes;ya friends
**** I can't even respectcha as a man
if u ain't gettin ends in the end, how u winning?
every year around tax time is when ****** start spendin
autumn come back around & I done bought a couple buildins
bout to scratch a ***** million I can ***** 'feed the children'
autumn come back around & u lookin like a leaf
fallin with the rest, not a dollar to possess
Stay humble & bee you! Bumble
& **** if u tumble, remember nvr go under
it's air if u surface, that's the top up there
& it serves the best purpose, it's alot up there.
Last edited by Mixalopoulos; 03-15-2012 at 02:42 AM.
Not Battling just a drop...
A ghetto vet? No! tho il make mcs bite the dust,
Ever threat over my position then fight i must,
I never sweat over a collision i ignite and bust,
All in my sight get rushed i just might if pushed..
Slaughter ya in one coz my height ya cant touch,
My boa constrictor rhymes so tight they crush..
Balboa da victor with punchlines right to da guts!
Call me "noah" coz i take'em out "2-by-2" its nuts...
Every bars a fist ya still wanna cook up da beef?
Ya wanna spar wit this? then il **** up ya teeth!
None can par wit this you'll be mock of da week..
Coz il knock you out on ya own block in da street,
Your all like "budgies" coz ya talk is so "cheeaap",
See... JD's not like most.... i dont spit to a beat,
No drums or heat just my words writ on a sheet,
Iv a pad full of rhyme, i call it stackin the ammo,
It comes the right time im like an attackin animal,
So ****ing tough to remove like plaque an enamel...
JD
ha JD your a joke its more like JB
you can't **** *****s up with that weak ****
its time to rip out in this motha ****a
whos the man i am mix'erup will send you to hell
make you feel the devils hand
***** slap ya even the hoes on the street
has some better **** then these guy
dont cry just lay and pray to god you dont get smoked
i feel like the cook and im cooking chicken *****
its tasty put some shame and no-fame
and we got some ******* *** named these guys up top
main dish your *** it will be on that plate
its time to create somthin new a better gen
no more lame ****
dont be such some old ****
all your ryhmes are old school
raising up the club getting the club going
old *****s cant think strait dont be like that and hate
im a tough ***** who is ready to fight
im going for the fight to night
leave it like this and think your save
im craving your shame looking for your house
my *****s are ready to shoot it up
stay out of my ****in way
shoot up your house
Think ya "mix'er" me up with Mcs whos whack as you
Hold up...
I dont think mcs come anymore whack than you,
Surrender boy.. il leave ya more black than blue,
I'll clap your crew, iv only got the back of a few!
Z-Ro, Rave & Mafia have spat raw tracks two,
Mcs that at a finger snap will be attackin you,
A wolf pack an your just another snack to chew,
Aint no true contender that could fit my shoes,
Or emit my views yall "alarm clocks" i'll "hit ya snooze", (Zzzzz)
I'll make you submit till ya lose like wrestling moves,
The flow i use a like a war vessel on a cruise, with..
"Rocket rhymes" that missile crews couldn't defuse!
I start to ooze.. Most Mcs are smart not to abuse...
'Coz they know il serve them like a-la-carte menus!
Punches knock them drunk like stella artois booze,
I'll leave the best of these emcees mentally bruised..
JD
dont try to make me into a fool you ain't cool
im gonna make you feel as sorry as ****
you gonna be on your knees beggin me to please o please
stop mixerup you a great rappa there ain't no one like you
ill tell ya to stop kiss @ss get off the floor off the stage
dont go and rage i promise to someone important to me
there gonna see me as a star not another d ick
i dont have JB blood im grabbin Tech n9nes
nigg@s like him have better raps then anyone
but enough of him to much pleasure
i got to messure the tension its over the top
we got to rock some sh it so please dont run i got to get that money
for that special girl you gonna make me hurl your raps so stail
im comming down on you like hail hate to leave to leave you like this
but Mcs have to joke on some one and thats you congrats
JD101..
fake, please.. Jay Dee's the same name that Dilla used,
you break,beat so hard that he wouldn't disapprove.
you can't hit Mixer' up; the kid produced.
you're skittish as Skipp is, spitting interludes.
you're never introduced and barely ever listened to,
nobody notices if you're even in the room.
at least a hundred others with the same scripts as you.
'101', you and I have different views.. I'll list a few..
I turned up to a courtroom in nothing but the law'suit', it was proved.
when you're questioned by cops it's a job interview.
you can only trust girls who say they're not into you,
I'm in'em if innocence gots wisdom too.
your style's non-existant, it's not hidden truth.
you'll be leaving quick believing it's a ninja move.
you're mad bland and lack passion, a bad actor. rap matters.
I see JD and take shots.. Jack Daniels.
101.. these bad fakes are batch-made,
they're digging my lyrics as I'm digging their mass grave.
I "couldn't fit" your little delicate "shoes",
my feats get dirty as my wellington boots.
"wrestling moves" coz your punches don't hit right,
this bad actor couldn't even win in a rigged fight.
stick to sitting ringside, I'm not quite done.
you aint inta'discipline, you'll never Tie,son.
this big brat's syntax is "a-la-Cart"man.
I'm raising of'fenses like giraffe ranchers.
you must be high but back down or black out.
..'SeeJD' bringing beef like a mad cow.
you aint earnin' you're urn'in a burnin'. not fit for dogfood.
you're not def you're deaf and you get boos not booze.
you ain't boozy you're straight woosy,
take an 'L',"ooze"- I'm an uzi.
then take two 'L's.. you ain't Cool, J.
I'd call you unoriginal but that's what they all say.
My freestyle's wild.. unfettered.
better than "Stella"; drunk 'legless'.
you suck and you lack soul..
"drinking stellar" but your shine's like a black hole.
I'll leave 'J-sonned' without the hockey mask though,
I'm just being frank with you.. donnie darko.
I'm underground and I raise heat like Hades
but he'll call me a god when I make 'J.See',
sleepin' on this? you've got a lot of problems.. 'Jay' 'zzz's
If I blazed trees Jay'd leave and grass out of envy.. jade green.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-10-2012 at 01:51 PM.
JD101..
My wordplay already conquered 'JD'..
so now I'll keep it real and diss John Delaney.
he made a thread trying to stack cash as a ghostwriter..
no replies, it was so silent.. which by his bad standards is a dope cypher.
he tried to charge for bars.. my style's freedom.
he'd even have to pay people to read 'em.
I'm surpassing this kid's state of mind,
I'm charging in.. I'd pay to write..
take advice, read this free' and please perceive what passion is
..then maybe you'll get a reaction; I'm a catalyst.
I did like his lines til I saw that bad scheme of his..
he's in it for the money so his lyrics didn't mean a thing.
but props where they're due, he's got some lucid imagery;
I read it and I clearly see him losing dignity.
he's asking for cash.. the cost's already high enough;
reciting his lines has a high price in pride and trust.
sorry john but I'm just being honest..
truesay, who'd pay for your flawed logic?
you'll pay for it soon, it's part of the mission;
you write wrong, I right wrongs.. karma's assistant.
I'm prophet and he'll profit if I prof' it; schooling him.
My class is advanced so I'll college him; tutelage.
I mod the forum but lost decorum getting rude with him..
sayin' ****, ****** ** and ***** **** as proof of it.
we're opposites; I acknowledge it happily.
I put out rap tracks with profits to charity.
and putting in work on a dayjob to pay mine,
late nights I work to make rhymes and it's play time..
John.. you're wrong.
hot? what? ..you're not.
Delaney.. you're crazy.
JD's plainly lazy.
he's a low budget rapper that listens whilst retreating,
he called us "budgies" but he'll twitter and retweet this.
I've got soul like I ghostwrote Faust's script..
so don't even 'Goe-the're doubting. 'llow it.
it seems these modern pop rappers are talentless..
john copyrights lines that I'd scrap in embarrassment.
I saw what J did
and now I feel jaded.
every one of this kid's verses is worthless,
I'd buy his lyrics.. just to burn them.
selling himself out aint a firm agenda, he's a nervous beggar.
he'll never be an urban legend.. john isn't even really worth a mention.
Ay..wait.... John Delaney..
I spent time on checking your rhymes.... compensate me.
reply to this script or retire with low esteem..
waking up shaken, with broken dreams.
what? sorry but I'm just sayin' so.
and it's all good coz I'm just playin' yo..
Like i said at the top, i ain't battling its just a drop, i stopped battles years ago,
i pour my time into full songs/tracks now, Really good strong drops from you tho (From what i have read anyway)
In all honesty i NEVER battle moderators! (you lot have another powers that a member doesn't, editing, barring) other members i will battle like "Mix'erup" but its all depending how busy i am...
Keep it up..
JD (John Delaney)
Last edited by JD101; 05-11-2012 at 05:38 PM.
Thanks.
aha, nah I'm a member here first and a new moderator second.. this part of the forum was closed down quite recently because of excessive crude/'adult' content, a lot of swearing and *s, etc. so I'm modding to help it stay cleaner now it's reopened so that it doesnt have to shut down again.
I much prefer to encourage smart and suitably clean content rather than directly censoring stuff and would never let my battling perspective influence barring or editing other people's posts, just following guidelines.
If I go on the offensive with a battle drop you should certainly take it as a compliment, I do like your lines and I wouldn't battle anyone I didn't truely respect.
Whasup with these battle raps ?
With **** this and **** that
If your a true Mc then you would be coming with a real comeback
But, other wise then just step back; or get beheaded
Or else, you will be headed to go and see a real medic
Its easier said than gone and done, but. . .I forget it
Harmful words come from real knowledge, why dont you go and get it
Yeah, I said it, for me its highly done than easily said; You ended
And cause more conflict among you than wars; Armageddon
Posting dumb lines, like "I did your mom" which is truely pathetic
Or saying you will harm someone; Then why don't you come and get it
"Net-bangers" go harder than you, and thats not really cool
Making a weak little script, is enough to make you a fool...
you need to heed your own advice.. Mix'er up.
you need to write some different stuff.
you just sit and cuss without espousing wisdom once,
at least try to replicate the greatness like my printer does.
Mixer'up..
he's only "cooking" little crumbs,
I'm serving him like 'dinners up'.
he ain't fly, this chicken's plucked.
my flow's cold as lizard blood.
Mix'erup..
I'd bin his writtens in disgust.
he isn't coming clean but gets it popping like pimple pus,
his shine's "****" ..just stars where his scripts are scrubbed,
I'm higher like I lift above and drift amongst distant suns.
..
I'm 'Serius, B'.. you're not a bright lyricist..
I flip "****" like the stars are sharp shurikens.
you'd never get a four star review with your best efforts,
no content so no loss when your text's censored.
no content, no context, no concepts ...no contest.
when you show your best friends your text they say 'no comment'.
my battle rap's natural as an actual conversation,
your "****" stars aren't linked by the lines like constellations,
but they do tell a story if that's any consolation:
..that you rant like rap's a complication.
you're barely great, you ain't Ursa Major.
cub; take an L and get clubbed by the circus trainer.
my bars are darts and they're sharp, in the cut;
me and rap match like the "club" and the blunt.
he'll get "smoked", it won't preserve him.
he's unfit to judge, that's the verdict.
you need to learn to walk before you try to drive a cadillac;
you need to learn to talk right before you try to battle rap.
he poses quickly, a lonely kiddie,
this isn't "hate" it's only pity.
I mean it.. believe it..
Mix'er needs more than a re'mix to beat this.
and in case I didn't flip enough.. Mixerupper,
I'll bring "the fight to night" like a sunrise over crimson gutters.
"send me to hell" and I'm left blessing it;
a fresh serephim, but bored and torturing all of your dead relatives.
I did "feel the devil's hand".. I shook it and I took his soul,
I raised "hell" and it left him looking cold.
I played cards with the reaper and dropped spades.
diced with death rolling actual snake eyes, I've got game.
I've got a lot but not a loss and you've got a lot less
I'm in the "house" and clear it out.. 'Im the bomb' threat.
you're in the "house", you're a petulant rat.
you lack every element of eloquent rap.
we'd all like to help you write bearable scripts,
I'd school you but I don't know where to begin.
maybe you're dope but you're saving all your clever raps..?
it's not "on the plate" but on 'p'late: ..a pension plan?
or just setting traps.. and the "plate" is a pressure pad?
if pay with your life then I'll ghost write your epitaph..
you're "looking for my house" but it ain't on google earth,
far out, you'll have to wait for google universe.
you aint got rap's facts straight, Mix'erup..
your wordplays'll never get a rep' as Big as Pun'.
you flow ain't stunting, it's growth rate's stunted.
you're still stuck in the "old school" flunking.
you'll never get to gain acclaim and global stature,
you'll never even be known as a local rapper.
high percentage proof you're not a sober rapper, not a focussed rapper,
even if alone at home with no inspiration and no distractions.
and no excuses, you're losing but amusing me.
if your new script's improving ..produce it please.
you're dissing those better than you, it's your own loss.
you're new here but don't bother taking your coat off.
Will you ever shine bright and astounding? I doubt it.
you "shoot up" the 'h' in my "house" and get ousted.
Mixer, switch it up like a crossfader,
it's dark but I'm sonning you, like you crossed vader.
I'm on Mixer like RZA's Bobby Digital side,
microphone and vital flow ..elixir of life.
it's bad whenever Mixer gets 'feedback';
this Mixer's cheap with signal leak and weak pre-amps.
This Mixer would take a clean beat and pollute it..
if his was the music my Mixer produces I think I'd rather stick to acoustic.
this kid'll never make it big- so no 'buzz'..
but Mixer's unbalanced as his phono plug.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-16-2012 at 04:54 PM.
I must be the posed threat coz they attack in hordes,
For f**k sake people... there only text rappin boards,
I lack in sorts? im more a songwriter than battle lord??
I like to keep it real, Im no longer into this "prattle talk",
I won't waste my time, Im to busy in a fight to achieve,
Career prospects & cash are reasons i write & receive,
Paid amounts you dream & would probably like to thieve...
You lazy Mc's who want it all but never invest the time,
Quick to attack everyone! claiming your best at rhyme,
Your just another pest online! tryna put a test on mine,
Sorry! im to busy on my quest & grind, all climb related,
How can you love hip hop then show such blind hatred..
Especially to one with some success who's kind natured,
Who lives, breaths hip hop everyday! that binds sacred,
But ya simply the best! no denying! a rap god-or-greater!
Or is that only on this site? & fact that your a moderator..
Man... I haven't been in here forever. Just a quick 16..
I'm a little bored so I need some entertainment from my hostess
You all hang around with good rappers to be associated by osmosis
Coming in from a long break with sharper teeth than before I'm ferocious
Super at this but never stepping down rhyming for me was precocious
Words are delegate but they can be used as harmful weapons
Actions speak louder than words so shut your mouth and start steppin
Rhyme and scheme for real reasons not fake ones like materialistic
If words are truly weapons then you must be pacifistic
Your career prospects and cash are the reasons you write and receive
If those are the true reasons you rap they seem blighted and shallow to me
Lay back and wait as a true reason to rap is written and delivered
You can't even lace a full 16 bars together without them ending up severed
Divine and prosperous still feeling demented and tormented
Terrifying thoughts coursing through my head hell with it
I don't stop for anything even if it means I'm unregulated and wilted
I will rise from the ashes of my past and make sure I'm a force to be reckoned with.
Nice to be back guys!
I run tracks, I'll exorcise this ghostwriter's phantom.
he "breathes hiphop".. a lil weezy with asthma.
JD.. your flow's so stagnant that you seek to be main stream.
Thank Me Later if your fire's flyer than Drake's steez.
make bread "on the grind", your resolution's grainy,
it takes heart to charge for bars like a caged beast.
I crave to change hiphop the same way it changed me:
the "cash" is crass, me and my raps remain free.
I'd pay fees to make "thieves" leave. JD,
you're a bad actor, we ain't from the same scene.
not a proper Rebel With a Cause; James Dean,
you're just a Scrub',"J.D".
your projects are cheap, you've got worthless structures.
you wannabe on that pop rap? I'll burst the bubble.
you write for "career prospects and cash"..that's apparent;
you've got the hunger for rap but lack the passion.
he's got some hard bars but not enough to ever cell..
he thinks he's sick. I think it's his mental health.
you're "sorry" but there's no need to apologise,
please seek forgiveness by writing proper lines.
you're a snake with a couple of bars like the dollar sign.
you'll never ever get a profit, I prophecise.
"only here" on ATL- love at first site, I passionately write.
J.D" Salinger; I'm Catcherin'er'eye.
my rhymes are potent dope and forever fly;
he'd get high from a-scent of mine.
he's putting in work but won't ever quite make it..
it's mythic stuff; his 'Sissy-fuss' is "climb related",
I'm bolder. you're not rap, try rock, you're not "climbing".
how much cash would I have to pay you to stop writing?
I'm out of your sight but this isn't "blind hatred";
your bars are dark.. I mean, your shine's faded.
I'm rapping tight and holding it down, "the bind's sacred".
your "grind"s on the gutter side, quit this and try skating.
perhaps you're better at graf' than rap so try painting, you might make it.
you're quite basic but why face it? lying to yourself is your pass-time, ain't it?
I see sore lightweights saying that the movement died.
I'm only playing.. stylin' with youthful pride,
your style's ancient. you're killin' it. euthanised.
you only say "the binds sacred" coz you just got crucified.
you can't Eve-n' Add'em right or tell truth from lies,
I'm serving you like your last supper's due tonight.
I'm "a rap god"? back off, but thankyou.
I'm a bad "mod", give that props or I'll ban you.
I'm a.. "battle lord"? hardly.
putting time into flow like Salvador Dali.
I've flipped lots, a choice of points where your script's wrong, the list's long.
if you truely loved hiphop.. if you put heart in your art, you'd admit loss.
Man SBU going Hard!!!! I'll write something in a second, figured I'd check this while I'm waiting in line lmao.
"actions speak louder than words";
rap and be proud of the verb.
stay devout, "divine and prosper",
I'll break it down; divide and conquer.
you're not wrong coz you know that I'm right,
"shut your mouth" and I'll open your mind.
Tyler's quite quiet, knows his place and no mistake,
you're a fan chatting breeze and I'm flyer like a rotorblade.
I'll beat you down hard but I'll show great restraint,
I'll raise hell before you raise your game.
Tyler's like a sniper with a bad case of shakes,
off target, not harming, a blatent fake.
your talk's tepid, you're "tormented",
short friendships like dwarves met him.
you're "steppin"? I got 'em open like door wedges,
I got more jaws flexin' than horse dentists,
I'm a vet' with lines like ket', you're trippin' so don't doze,
no joke.. dope prose or pro flows, I chose both.
I didn't miss him ..but welcome back.
I don't even remember him, he lacks impact.
this rival's worthless and defies the purpose, a mild person,
you're not a proper opposition, a minor burden.
I can see you lack backbone, no spinal surgeon.
my punches'll split you in two like Tyler Durden.
he seems vexed coz he's "demented" and sees red if he seeks credit.
"sharp teeth"? biter, I'll smash that croc'ery like greek weddings.
sharp teeth" but hardly wild alligator,
type to bite and deny the allegations.
you're "shallow" fam, I span the sands of time,
you've lost the plot, it's fallow land of mine.
you're clearly a cynic.. "materialistic"?
feeling this spirit? ..inferior mystic.
I'm brimming with this, so much essence that I tend to spill it,
I'm nourishing the underground. you're pot-bound, hence the "wilting".
shame you can't bottle honor or measure it,
seems the forum's more than half full of pessimists.
you're formerly "a force to be reckoned with":
descended from 'G's; a fall from the precipice.
he's mentally derelict, my rhetoric's ahead of him,
my "words are weapons" and lessons for weaponsmiths.
I'm only playing, you're all toys.
"sharp teeth"? shark's deep? ..he's shallow with poor-poise.
my freestyles roam,antics like Lord Byron's,
I fought titans and fraught tyrants before Tyler.
why the rush kid? Tyler's running,
frequently beat on the streets like tribal drumming.
why the hurry? Tyler scurries..
only running at the mouth, a viral monkey.
listen then hit the deck like vinyl junkies:
..see your 'flaw'Tiler'; your style's muddy.
he thinks he's 'sick', it's pre-script' side effects.
he thinks he's 'fly' in his old style's spiderwebs.
tired but tried ya' best with strident steps,
I respect what Tyler said. nice attempt.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-24-2012 at 06:32 PM.
I'll stay quiet for a devote minute so you can open my mind
I'll slay all your lines with pen and paper put you back in time
Sometimes I can't handle the images that course through my head when I'm awake
Slaying you with verbal bullets is what causes me to stop and shake
Tormented from your lack of flow and all of your timid lines
Spinning lyrical webs which have outwitted all too many times
Keeping the doors open so I can blast through with my words
Coming at you like tybalt did mercutio, breakthrough you with my swords
So many jaws but yet you can't produce a threat with your words, choked
Impact is not needed for my attack it ends instantly terror invoked
Took out my spine so I could spin words around your head without even having spoke
Nothing good to spit or say your speaking privilges are revoked
Can't bottle my honor because there isn't a container large enough to hold it
I'm coming in with a new way to battle instead of tit for tat words fold that ****
Attempts in my scripts get me noticed so in turn my quotes make me known
Feel constant contempt your rhymes are nondescript I'll let you off the leash I own
You say you have freestyles because your junk style is free
I'm unpredicatble but I'll give you this one lesson from me
Sit down class has started listen to a mastermind at his work
Step out of line one more time I'll go all out, beserk.
Good stuff man.
it's good stuff man? damn, thanks.
yours is bad, it's bland, you're wack.
I'll open your mind; you'll split and you'll crack,
you'll develop a stutter and your will will collapse.
my pen game's sharper; I chisel the raps.
I etch my texts on obsidian slabs.
classic rhymes came back in time, I'm past pen and paper,
I'm heard about by word of mouth with more lore than legislature.
holler 'cause.. you say you're slaying lines but you're just gassin',
Ann' Frankly you need to keep quiet for more than a minute.. dumb tactics.
you've lost a lot so just stop and acknowledge it.
no verbal bullets but you bust on some hollow tip.
you're packing magazines, I'm a novelist.
I'm a pro and your prose is a con, coz we're opposites.
I'm undescribeable. I'm not nondescript.
you lack that class. columbine alumni, no scholarship.
you're stopping to shake like a dog in the rain, lost and afraid,
baring your teeth coz you're constantly chased.
my modesty's safe; to say I'm great's an understatement.
straight from the gates I'd slain a hundred angels.
this ATL-ant-is captive trapped in sunken chambers.
word is born, you've lost it. loveless labor.
the text's as eloquent as Mercutios death throes,
since it's verbal bullets I'll Cap-u,-lets go.
I'm the cause of your folks split, I thought you ought to know about it:
my script's sick.. a plague on both your houses.
you don't seem deep just by referencing shakespeare, the move's too blatent.
..it shakes peers when I shake spears like zulu nation.
you're hardly the bard but you get barred from bars though,
it's dark as when bats-hit, his raps stink like guano.
this rap impacts and his is an imp act, we're mismatched.
I write Tyler diss raps. he clicks 'Thanks'.
he spins words without even speaking? it's mental.
my flow's like smoke that arose from the temples.
your flow's choked.. but you're menstrual,
and only switch it up coz your style's a rental.
but you should hire a book binder;
I've seen your script and it looks spineless.
you've lost the plot like your drop's got parts missing,
..blind with no mind of your own or heart in it.
your honor's lost, wandered off. you 'bottled' lots.
mine's coming hot off the top like a molotov.
higher, returning from burning the firmament,
my frees are off the leash like I'm cerberus.
you get it so wrong that your lyrics are funny.
you're not off the leash, you're a mischievous puppy.
you're not a proper writer or a lyricist. you're not a biter, just nibbling.
seems tyler likes to be beaten, sins for kicks. he owns a leash? the gimp's equipped.
seems you need to put heart in it Tyler,
liar, I'm revoking your artistic license.
I'm brutally roofless; no need for this 'Tiler'.
I put in work to break it down like a grinder.
my style's" considered as free coz it's priceless..
my punches'll help you to shine like I'm Midas..
you're softer than gold, more faces than cut diamond;
you're not deep or even underground, you're just minor.
I've got to pay dues and for you it's unkindness,
grabbing rap by the balls like a bad umpire.
you chat breeze but it's refreshing, I'm a hot rapper.
you whine though, so flow like every drop matters.
you're a tragic youth, you'll go all out next time? bad excuse.
I write like each drops my last and the passion grew.
to battle me needs strategy. I've not got any plans for you,
you just go beserk lacking tactical attributes.
Last edited by _SBU; 05-29-2012 at 06:31 PM.
Holy ****, Lol. It'll probably take me awhile to come back at that one, I have some friends over now because the end of summer is here, but I'll try to get back to it tonight. You multiply four bars by like fifteen -_-.