That was damn good battle lyricism Robb, I'm well impressed. Keep it up.Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
@_S
Fate of eve?..
Reminds me of the night before I was made to leave..
"Fatal Eve"
Make believe- you stayed beneath- shady trees
as I elaborate my need- for unpaid fees- to be made to me..
Due to the day that precedes- me celebrating for weeks...
I was placed to see- safety be-
kept in the Garden of Eden..
Though mistakenly- cuz I replaced peace
and guarding with eatin, and ate a piece..
I found fruit hidden behind shakin leaves..
Forbidden? Fruit ain't safe from siege,
for bitten truths they take from me
feeds rage to beasts- that lay with me..
Fake mimicry- blatant thievery- claim to be-
the same as B- relate to these- ways of me..
I see what I want and take what I please..
Playfully- I preyed on the- faith of Eve
as she prayed on knees- with "taste me" pleas,
for a great MC- to take the lead- and break the tease..
Can you imagine, fathom, Adam's face as he-
masturbates and grieves- not making a peep- just waits as she- ,pardon the expression,
"drops her apple on my pine" in line with Newtons rulin on gravity...
Concede, _S.. Snakes come before they retreat
so you too were conceived of Satan's seeds,
your roots retraced lead back to me...
I'm bored with your games, referencing board games,
with poor aim- and the scores the same...
Demonstrate levels elevate? You rely on scrabble,
Tetris, and tired movie quotes..
My demon traits show hell awaits, you re-lie like a shackle
fetish. Retire reusing posts...
All stop lights I've seen are green- only they know what I mean
when I say you can't stop this..
Like a fiend who screams to be clean in his dreams,
then awakens to cop a fix...
Pop crap!? That's not fact- ROBB MACK-
more resembles Tupac raps- with a blonde patch..
1, my rhymes are hard packed- 2, you're facades cracked-
Too pocked from ROBB sMACKs..
I've been shot at- and I shot back-
sent the gunman runnin though he popped aft..
I caught that- I can't drop pop blasts..
Saw bags- as I got gas- at the stop & shop
and tossed that- pops trash..
I wouldn't miss pop had- I fought dad
as his heart attacked- and I got off jabs..
I can't be pop, like I'm a hot fag-
who's got cocked stashed- out back like a lock box a§§..
I can't do pop, my whiskey and cokes only got jack...
You attack pups but just act at ROBB MACK....
You too Sir Folsom, it's absolute fire. Nice one.
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That was damn good battle lyricism Robb, I'm well impressed. Keep it up. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
You too Sir Folsom, it's absolute fire. Nice one. -
1.. you front and seem to see your rhymes as "hard packed".. harsh fact: Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
please.. I'd agree it's a hard pact, you aren't bad but your art lacks.
If it's "hard packed".. stop with the soft filler bars fam..
if his s***'s "hard packed" it's from getting his ars* smashed.
2.. true.. it's kinda like my "facade's cracked.."
I drop my guard just to show where the heart's at.
safe.. your aim aint straight- you can't harm that.
if this "facade cracked" I'd still spit the shards back.
see he's got the weakest "heart".. I'll beat it hard..
I Crush Proud Rhymers.. leave 'em needing CPR.
3. He.. reckons I'm "too pocked from Robb's sMacks"..?
I'm burning him.. this is spitting- like hot fat.
4. it's raw.. you're "shot at" and "shot back"..?
nah.. you just hide behind cops backs and watch that.
5. right.. I kinda like that you've "got gas";
you're nothing kid, try huffing it and drop flat.
6. it's sick- like the "c*ck's stashed" coz of a blotched rash..
coz you a few "jabs" in too late.. and the rot's bad.
7. you reckon- "whisky and coke only got jack"..?
but me, I whisk-e and coke up in absinthe to top that.
8. I ain't "attack pups", catch up.. I clutch dog tags.
Robb Mack's not bad.. but stepped to the wrong man.
if he got 'ate'.. like dinner gongs clashed..
I'd tip the scotch back coz his filler's gone bland.
little robb mack.. it's simple, you're wack..
with ruptured structures like a pillar got cracked.
I aint even need to flip Robb's lines, I've got mine.
I even got shaadow puppets trying to block shine.
It's not right.. if robb mack's his actual name- that's a shame..
but I'm sh*tting on his image just to hide the natural stain.
give thanks quick fam.. kiss that fist slam..
it's over the top when my syntax hits 'Macks'.Last edited by _SBU; 12-25-2012 at 10:52 PM.
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Life is but a dream to me someone wake me up
I used to give a **** now I couldn't give a ****
I rep the Four-Oh, I'm holdin' down the D
I'm stuntin' while I'm ballin' ho it ain't that hard to see
I'm strivin' for survival while dyin' to be free
Just dyin' to be me, ocean lost within the sea
Ghost of myself, just an empty shell
Put you **** up on the shelf, tonight we drinkin' Alizell
That means all the Alize while we smoke like burnin' hay
And we only smoke the finest plus my girl so open minded
Lost within the haze need a fireman to find us
Starin' through the bullshit, never it let it blind us
And my future's so bright we had to put the past behind us
Damn
All true story no tall tale like two story
And I'd come check your reply but I bet it's too boring
Yea -
life is but a dream until the rip of the seam slides Originally Posted by quickill
pants ripped from the ***** seams -drips sssssssh -IT from what it seems
I dont give fuks like a virgin priestess,
I hold down D's on wheels with A Blades C'n a Dimple in a flesh- while curbin with weakness,
or maids gettin made -to make no sound till i go inside the seamstress,
she asked me if your faintly ill n you seem stressed, It seemed less profound till you see'em undressed,
she said shamefully- it deemed to me, just quit your quick thrILLS -they deem to be un blessed,
Your last and stuck in margritaville in the hospital clutchin your empty shell with no sandy ocean
This is drastic for a senorita like you to spill Alizell touchin simply nothin but many males n plenty of lotion
A mail man stuck in plastic in a fight you will quickly fail - quittin n simple your UPS n down like a fed's ex surfin for ocean erosions
your girl open minded like a oven popped open,
me n the boys was choo choo'n like thomas n kept the train a truckin,
russel stoufers up your quick death n chew through you- call em pain muffins,
I hurl turkeys loafin n remind em- frozen is still plain with frozen stuffins -
I'll bring this through to Quick Ill's crew, Originally Posted by quickill
I'll finish him last like it's Kill Bill two.
This skill's proof that my moves back the words up,
move back and word up, my boots crack the earth's crust.
"an empty shell", he's inventing his image.
I'm inspecting his misses like forensic ballistics.
I'm "staring through bullsh*t"- quick to pick a couple caps.
I'm sipping "Alizé" in this latter day wonderland.
it doesn't take much time to battle Quick.
I'll break him down now, I'm a catalyst.
if you've got a plan to win.. cancel it.
if you're putting passion in, that's the tragic bit.
yall know.. it's almost a warzone..
1940s if you're "repping the four oh".
think this is "boring"? that doesn't seem right.
"I'd come check your replies" but you reap lies. -
I ain't "seem-stressed" when I make dames pant; Originally Posted by sirfolsom
my doggy style's great dane stance.
ruff so they bow like 'wow' and define b****.
I like chicks tight like my rhymes and my mic grip.
Sir Falsem.. he ain't like a knight fighting.
my bright spark sunning him; the shine's blinding.
I'd sacrifice your sanctified life.. like a "virgin priestess"..
you've not got class to try and hide behind.. like a nerd in recess.
you flipped Quick's "empty shell", like a hermit crab.
I could flip an actual bullet in flight and turn it back.
"your girl open minded" too if she gives brain..
"oven popped open"? "muffin", you're b****made.
your nice lines numbered one at best, just dump the rest and come correct.
you know 'fear and loathing' though? yo.. I'm the Hunter _S..
you lack the rhythm and precision, kinda like drunken sex.
check for the '_S' shaped stain on your mother's bed.
coz I'm making my mark, on some zorro s***.
you're a fake in a mask and you can't follow this.
this aint the first test that Sir 'F's ever sat.
ups and downs like I dragged him to hell and back.
"seam slides"..? please try.. these lines weave tight.
he sees life as "dream"like, asleep like the sheep died.
deep like he climbs to reach heights each night,
with brief pride preceeding a fall on the steep-side. -
just felt like sharing something random I wrote...
What is my story To tell,
the one that fails To be beautiful
Because it’s too truthful
And heads turn upon hearin’
The allagations I’m swearin’ to
To God as if it has bearing on you
Or the ones I love,
for who
I kept their secrets Like a guard
For years
as if I must
Like a Hermit
never speaks
to anyone
Not a word
crossed my lip
like a monk
vowed to silence
I hide the truth like a lioness
in the grass
But that time has come and passed
And now I’m ready to bounce on your as s
For all the years of shattered glass
that came in the hours after darkness
When it was too quiet, perfect for fightin’
All gone to bed, no one listenin’, exceptin’
The kid in the corner cryin’ while his
Waitin’ for the anxiety to subside and
It don’t dissipate, only escalates
While mom’s getting’ her as $ beat
behind the picket fence
Things are ugly on the inside
cops calls and silent scorn
From the eyes that observed
Behind their curtains
Shaking their heads
But never helping
Just shaming
And spreading the hating
I hate those prying eyes
I make ‘em go blind
Call me a pariah
I’ll assassinate ya
Leave me in the cold
I’ll detonate a bomb
I hate those who hate
And the night
Like a rogue wave
Crashes in
To Obliterate
like a plague
it decimates
I hope you have to wait
In dread and shame
So helpless against
The threats
That Infiltrate
The perfect world
You create
But cannot keep
The insulate
Forever,
Cause one day
The judgment
You disseminate
Spreading shame
Like a mistress’ legs
I’ll just say too late
f0ck it
you can’t say anything
You got nothing
Cause you already screwed me
Sitting silently by
Watching me cry
And my moms die
And the siren lights
As Dad went bye bye
In the police car-ah
My childhood was f0cked
But not as much as you was
f0ck you next door neighbors
For being just spectators
You ain’t sh|t you see
Just an echoing
of histories
Repeating, Circularly
Like Sufferin’ and disease
You are always judging
And gossiping
But it yields real bodies
Stacking up or being locked up
Festering
And rotting
Like my mind’s
Imagination
spreads Like wild fire does
An inferno Of Screaming,
No more silence or cold shoulder violence
Try to freeze me out
And cast my family down
Without seeing the pain and doubt
You bring about
And for that
I’d take blow torch
And start with your house
Burn it down,
Incinerate your dreams
Burnt to ash
Dust nothing more
Blows away in the morning
as you mourn
The things you lost
And adored
I’ll be there to observe
return the favor
Cause I’m a good neighbor
Right?
Yeah right.
F0ck you, Next door neighbors -
I've got abilities and meanings...
not got sympathy for weaklings...
stop and watch, I'm a visionary elitist;
you lost the plot like my similies are scenic.
fam's raps lacked passion.. didn't seem to mean it.
we've seen V preach whilst wishing he believed it.
please, it's easy, I'mma lyrically defeat him..
if this kid receives a beating it's his "history repeating".
I shift big bricks, like the mysteries of egypt.
a sinking ship if he thinks that he's the deepest.
burning 'V' if his girl "spreads like wild fire"..
rarely ever gets wet, like a mild diver..
except when getting this depth like a pile driver.
this 'cee laps all around the mound like a private island.
if he's tame and claims to be a "good neighbour", look later..
coz he's a snake with his tales rattled off like a shook traitor.
Vou's lyrics? too timid.. I'm through with it..
a beast's heart behind hard bars for life.. it's no zoo visit.
I came to reign and take praise.. so view spirit..
I've got grand plans, you've got nothing to do with it.Last edited by _SBU; 01-17-2013 at 08:22 PM.
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I feel like I created a monster
There's no stoppin' ya
Here let me lend a hand
Do the will of greater men
Who claim to be getting the girls Wet, when I'm not
But I heard you ain't hot
Unable to get it up
nothing stirrin'
No passion no feelin'
Just leave the pay dirt
On the night stand again
You only get 'em when you payin'
And layin' the cash for themagain
Gets you the compliment then
I'll be waitin', sh^ t
LIke a pimp
I'll slap a Bch
Get my take
You only make who I say
And when I say to take
SB on a ride
He’ll get the ride of his life
Filled with the lies
He needs to survive
Filled with “oh my’s”
And “I’m Usually so shy’s”
These guys
are always a dime
A dozen
There ain’t nuthin’
They wont buy
As long as thy got a dollah
For anythin’
You take em for everythin
Like I just did
Vouve’s pimpin’ it
Raking it in
Off these bches
Who think
They got somethin’
On me again
Ha Ha Hilarious
Ha Ha -
they "wet" so I breaststroke.. lets go.
I'm cold catchin' bodies like red snow.
wait, what..? you said I "aint hot"..?
I'm the type of bright spark that'll blaze crops.
with b****es in alleys like I'm-pounding stray dogs.
if no longer wanted- beyond it.. I chase cops.
I state grave words like I break earth and lay turf..
wait, you're fake if you're saying you "pay dirt".
he's missing his sense, it's like the rhymes are "dime a dozen"
you flip and give head.. but try to find a dime that doesn't.
this is a mismatch.. it's "pimp slapped"?
sick fam, this rap did that with sin-tax.
my rhymes are tight, the type to never slip.
your vice applies.. try to get a grip.
you aint "made a monster", you aint making s***.
styles like the monster hydes the doctor which created it.
if it's ever said you're fairly deadly..
consider this lyricist mary shelley.Last edited by _SBU; 01-19-2013 at 12:16 PM.
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Dime a dozen I am
I'll keep em comin
Faster than you can
And that’s how it is
Some of us are sharp
Like a doctor's knife
Make death into life
Give the likes of you life,
monster of mine
product of my Mind's eye
That is my Mr. Hyde
All the time, aligned
With the hatred inside
And ain't anythin'
But my design
Gone awry
And the creature must die
Too hideous in nature
And can’t rhyme
It is a sad time
When the snow
Stains red
With your blood
That bled
as creator becomes
Destruction
The circle completed
Always repeatin’ -
dope. just dope. Originally Posted by _SBU
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if "jesus bobbing his head".. Originally Posted by RickeyJoe
then I'm chopping his neck..
you're on topics like comics instead- "robin is dead"?
catch mine and macks hide like robb in this thread.
oh, so you "don't need no sidekick"..?
I know you'll be kicked aside; I don't need no psychic
"Mind blown"..? Why though.. wise like my psy'clone?
I've got a bright flow and can read with my eyes closed.
his flows are bland.. a broken man..
we all pass on 'RJ' like 'our jay's overpacked.
you're drop's not "killable" coz it wasn't live..
I've got plots like homicide for the zombified. -
Jesus walks don't forget about kanye Originally Posted by _SBU
chop his neck off
is something that you don't say
why?
cause you are not the MESSIAH
you a false prophet
prince of all LIE'ERS
the ground to holy thou not walk beside me
Im heaven on earth therefore its kind of cloudy
Catch me in the mist
with my golden chariot
run your azz over don't have time to bury ya
you sticking to the script cartoon tom and jerry bra
with a hint of peter pan/tiker bell you a fairy bra
AND TO BE HONEST imma tell you whats scary bra
you so full of shxt that a bxtch with aids would'nt marry ya
And let the congregation say AMEN
and for the helll-bound nxggaasss
don't stand
And let me end it with a PRAYER
watch the ghost rider stach your soul with a STARE
God punish lames that try to compare
so I give them up to him
so I wouldn't down here -
Originally Posted by _SBU
you couldnt make a dame pant with a brail scratch n sniff sticker underwater
I wouldnt hesitate to reframe an army ant - ur at snails snatch'S' n a slipped hip bickerin salt blotters
ill flip your bullets like buttons on a birthday suite,you skipped to score mullet rights- stuff'n for pride week
west nile mosquito play rushin roulette for some blood sweets - ive ripped this more right than left handed touchin right prize weaks
my girl give's brain like she invented knowledge,
put my life on it she shiv's for change when I pimp her involvement - call me college
I come correct in spirit n stains where I dented n even ur mom'S acknowledge -
I shouldnt lift ur spirits with brains in no range of simple pickens -angel fallage
I fell off the 12 steps from every angle possible
Im not that well off except 11 *****es a day check my dangle, hopin it dont rip their abdominal
It smells that you thought if you intercept 10 quick strays, Id invest my time scoping weakness without involving ya - im phenomenally unstoppable -your topic is cream after a conjugal
You fell way off so it would be best to slow up against the paralyzer, or need i demonstrate - how 9 lives hoping for weakness spits doubt with blank dreams of battering cat volumes
8 fat *****es riding in one hubby's durango
7 is for craps n riches but they love me free call me django
6 slaps for each chamber in the revolver, shove a second n let it play u a loud note
5 maps n bleach to help you clear out the way, you fall in seconds if you forget i cloud up jets throats
4 black pieces in brail you felt n held dear all day, call me champ and take second like proud parents with strep throat
3 asthma attacks you failed to derail me here so pray, your prey for me ill break you in sections - my fatigue even strips souls
2 plasmas a day n a back rub you felt up men like blind men gracing amazing, quit caressing the fray n sound off with a loud pair from the banana boat
1 minute off my beaten path, your forever stray backed up in corners, your blood smells amazing in deaths blessings - your live is in debt- credit irrelevant like dead presidents on treasury notes
Whats class when your always saved by the bell, listen to it ring morris coded
You shat *** my friend, like holding sewers backs for days the pipes splittin - your shi+s literally exploded
a fake in a mask, Virgin'S vendetta's keeps their V's anonymous in class
your mistake, I dumped the rest all down your moms chest,
she was in love and told me that I COME correct,
then you come inspect n suggest to ignore her feenin me erect,
I lack precision like davy crockett protecting southern forts outnumbered 40 to 1 n stay perfect,
I track rhythm inside lady parts n watch em pop it embellishing my effective stroking methods - beat of the year they say I deserve it
I always set out tests when I know im wiser than the administrator
Your awfully brave not to sit out my checks cause you know im the advisor, like a venom griper,
I took tongues off smooth edges and made em secret admirers,
I blew up V's like virgin precincts in abortion town fliers,
quick sponges caught bruises like bathing babies on rocks n drying cries in spin driers
No need for bullets or you bullshi+
I snap necks like cool tits,
I nap on blank checks and steal your cool whip,
a mishap with the bank perfects my meal dessert like cool whip,
a lash from whip in jan at midnight suggest your feeling the hurt - call that a cool whip
hell n back - i remember that vacation
satan said i could have full custody n he'd pay visitation
blatantly - well your hatin n your my dinner, blatant destination
spell cravin like hungry witches relating to bread winnners contemplating chef places
meh my bad been awhile, Ive been hemmed up for a couple of weeks now. im back now though -
I laugh at prayers and followers of man made schemes Originally Posted by tackpic_47
You take a sin bath and swear bunch of swallowers can be played into dreams
Its all fake my naive friend, you bare much of the borrowers dollars of dead jesus seems
Never take the brave end and try to see a pair of your own, lives a bi+ch so dont follow her, youve been led to believing others thesis
I let congregations debate over whos gonna eat the chambers orders - let mr ruger decide
ID bet legislations hesitate only sober - so bone n treat the trapped gamer - bet blisters from earth movers up high
Eyes let you see me n form only to later - so alone n free get off em like speedos tapped for flavor - i met sisters with no acts from a def birth a losers silent cry
God dont punish a soul or america would be on fire
You thought one being could push holes in luck just to spare ya off the wire
Thats some real kanye but just bleeding n folding shut to pair up cuff's for the one called sire
That aint allah,god,jesus,elohim,buddha, seething, your just holding stuff the mass blends followed and admired
So to this very day, tell me how a man loves all the same but picks n chooses lives in the worse way
How about you keep on your knees and let J the rabbi find jon benet
Now you doubt the sheep you flee with - never have met this J but claim he is all, u just ask what the herd say
IF heaven is real, i bet over crowding is ever sur real
IF seven sins is how you feel, Youd threaten neighbor cloutin gods weather, what a curb deal
IF eleven friends bowed n still killed, only a fool would call em savior with no doubting all the fiction together, its absurd to every word still -
vapid rappers.. - y'all are rapid laughers til you're challenged
end the frantic chatter and help set a valid standard
instead of acting like an @sshole who's content to have the password
why not access better aspects, then possess a valued answer
y'all happily bang the hammers but assign no worth to sickles
but before a soldier goes to war you know he has to work a little
y'all are fast to lash with anger if we don't defer the simple
fact your swagger-lacking language is too lyrically literal
think - what determines crystal? what turns carbon to diamond?
you'll remain worthless in life unless you alter your atom alignment
y'all flatter the silent, since their vibrance stays unbridled
while your scripted visions only sign complacent blindness
there are greater prizes than the pale horizons that you settle for
to claim a triumph try sophisticated hybrid rhymes & metaphors
I will not patronise you any more. I will not put up with the self-absorbed.
if you don't like it, come try remove this pedagogue's new pedestal -
Originally Posted by Venomonology
you set standards like I piss on standards in stalls
I set against your light slander your propaganda falls
i kick out new pedestals like shootin shine boxes
you should patronise tampoons n absorb your excess from ur shine box
get challenged by rampid *** clappers who dic balance
I end lives in mid chatter with just a knee capper its a standard talent
i pass words with no passwords while ur in past words
im passed words content on passin words past passful words
Berthed with sickle cell you have nose wetters just valuing no colds
I was birthed from a sick hell where you last not another winter prowlin exposed
you speak of hybrids as if im not a monster unchained after eating swagger
Im thru with geeks on high bridges passin shi+ like a sponsored plane greeting air
tell me venom who is we
spell the enema you are dubbed the
oh well your friends n ya are snubbed in spree
forget swagger, i cut up sheets like a loose dagger
you aint legit so it dont matter i sheet just right so your loose laughter
a fool cant forget **** it aint like bros madder than sheet stains on their goose patterns
i kept blunts in botany
I swept months in melancholy
I dreamth of warm fronts to unthaw my viscosity
I wept of more stunts you prove no balls n lies like venoms psychology
You crept up you dunce its true, aww your liver is caught in surprise with minimal cosmetology
Thats means your breath hasnt ever felt such, lungs turn blue you quiver in realize there aint no signs for beasts on travelocity
scream away when the flesh peel back
boilin takes a min so be patient while i filet my meal track
schoolin snakes - let em play on my whistle n stay on it till it gets it fill back
anacondas on ice cubes bet they say sir's even chewin through the grizzle n shi+s the skin backLast edited by sirfolsom; 01-31-2013 at 12:50 AM.
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seems V sent a letter meant as desperate vindication.. Originally Posted by Venomonology
I'm busy shifting quarter pounds to royals.. vincent vega.
an adamant writer's "atom alignment".. coming hard with structured bars..
see-V'.. seems he's a G'-gnome and I need no 'lucky charms'.
it's official.. this is "crystal", I got 'quarts'..
you too high to rise from your top flaw..?
you're not hot, not warm,
and whatsmore you're not raw.
I'll "triumph" kinda like wu tang- forever.
..inspect-a genius method, etcetera. -
'desperate vindication'? that's some hella indignation Originally Posted by _SBU
yeah.. 'Vincent Vega' illustrates your blood-rush instant nature
Chris needs irrigation.. - 'AdamAnt' he's Prince Charming of rap
come to save the dame from flames of this dragon's attack
'see V's C.V.'s a mix of random acts of madness
while predictable Chris.. well, just cue the ACME anvils
my 'top flaw' rocks yours, & the staircase is in progress
best not mess with the process of a vet you know less
you'll "triumph" in your mind, while I'm aware these are my "Labor Days"
& I got Aes Rock lyrics printed on the wings on my paper planes
