that was epic, I'm "battle tested"..Originally Posted by sirfolsom
you had to rep it, like calasthenics..
I aint craving respect from a pack of lemmings..
that can't follow steps to where my rapping's headed.
I'm running the site like I own and protect it;
I made great change so I'm "over invested".
your game's state's chaste so exposure's prevented.
I write rhymes in darkrooms with focused perspective.
my throwaway lines are an opus of epics.
you can't write right coz you're hopeless at ethics.
you're hopeless still, emotions spilled, and broken will.
I'm boxing that bodybag.. consider this overkill.
thanks but no thanks to "an offer of honor".
I don't want approval if not from a scholar.
he's average, challenging a god and a monster.
I'll finish him off so my conscience can prosper.
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gave up ethics like quittin nicotine- your bent over half backed up full of protein Originally Posted by _SBU
saved up you peasants- fittin leveraging maths stacks against limited flow stream
raved pups in new crescent -daring last tracks of the mind like a rabid snow dream
engraved veins in essence -staring down vast grime on unfitted growth seams
bend phases like changin lanes in S's sense - caring for no crowns just crime presence -given presents in present schemes
writing in the dark is a alpha start to a omegas stretch
inviting the wrong beast on the arc,not smart like noreagas last fetch
lighting no songs just best marks, sonic boom to hard against sega's past sketch
fightin wrongs lust for blessed hearts, demonic heirlooms grasp church shards in a death wretch
I challenge the gods- cause my clout is sinical and strikes- are far past clinical
I valance monsters with low vail myth clouds, whizzin lyrical spikes -like scars lastin on any visual swivel
I take em on like im hanzel n gretel, but instead of reGrettal- i just leaf dead rose petals
Yoohoo's im shakin em inspite boilin my kettle, witches stew or which's do i leave lead nose medals
the state of your expansion belongs in doggie mansions
mushrooms caked up in your dark room cause groggy canations
I S'mush you in rooms like ho'ish embarks go ball deep in soggy relations
You S' hush now like broom closets hiding hallmark spotty considerations
S' plush for playin hot unloyal flushes in confiding bet farts in entropying aced vacations
S's stuff bore me,im just sayin to uncoil your abiding words lobbying animation
I ignore the S like im only here to cross t's like a intersection
I adore the Bee's who buzz toxic fear to clear false reflections
I need more of me and less of U to take hard logic- like erections
Thats 3 I's for 3 random displeasure, like oceans staring at spent bed wetters
Three eyes for simple unmanned betters, PSY the simpler fi -sparing cred against homesteaders
III like romans with numeral serial debtors, Sigh at the cripple guy Bearing fUneral life letters -
You killed that flow.....geeeeeeetttttttt hhhhhhiiiiimmmmmmm!!!! Originally Posted by _SBU
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Originally Posted by sirfolsom
you've got strong concepts but awful expression..
defective perspectives, you morph 'em and stretch 'em.
you flipped my name's letters, missed the bit that comes before..
or did the lyrics hit it coz you meant to _'under-score'..?
This isn't a "bee" sting.
..this is beasting.
you're no match for dope rap. you know that.
I "bore" you? ..I'll 'boar' you and go ham.
I'll "bore you" deep as big drill bits;
you lack that tech yet still dig it.
are they "unloyal flushes" that you don't deserve..? hope to learn..
your flow's the worst so don't return; I won't preserve a floating turd.
I've got more than knowing words of stern caution for sir folsom.
when texts get 'red'.. he'll fall,an' leaves like it turned autumn.
you "leaf rose petals"..? please, that was weak son.
strive for a themed punch, but try a complete one:
you strive to spit as sick as me.
I like your scripts in sympathy.
simple schemes, you flipped my name's letters..
you shamed your own name though, I'm way better.
know your place but hope to gain; claim second..
I macked Macks smoother than Smooth and laced Venom.
I gave slaves weapons and taught Logixs great lessons..
I made Saybers train to raise game.. the blade's tempered.
I break tension.. sharp as a 'Tack,pick' or hatchet.
but front and I'll just be blunt.. coz I smash it. -
Stalker? yes,
I am the best.
And The trick is
He never suspects,
Anythin’
No checks
Over his shoulder
Second guessin’
My presence
I’m a ghost,
Invisible like shadows,
Move alongside you
A true voyeur,
An enigmatic figure
you’ll open the door
To your own killer
Not like Rear window
Busted leg and wheel-chai’
I move, pounding the streets
Well-rounding the cobble-ing
As I flee the scene
Of your murdering. -
Eyes on me like I walk a thin white line
I wanna reach out but I'm straight up outta life lines
Either ya'll wrong or I'm straight up out my right mind
But life's blind if love's blind we'll find out in due time
Until that I might shine, or wait til the right time
My girl feels like sunshine that shines in the nighttime
Her skin's dark like night time so babe with the vibe I'm
In like the right line and subdued oh quite fine
And drink her like white wine
Yep..
Every last drop...
And I'mma go in again when I hear the beat drop
Ahem....
And we could try to relate
But I tend to look down when surrounded by hate
I transcend when able these places unstable
Cuz I look 'round for brothers but see Cane's and Abel's
****
And ain't they able?
Just flip on the news, like we livin' in hell
I seem unaffected or you really can't tell
But since we can't do **** does that mean we fail
Cuz we tend to place blame when we can't prevail
And given recent explanations man I really can't tell
If there's a God or an Evil or a Heaven and Hell
Cuz I only seem to pray when I feel that I'mma fail
But here I am still standin' so maybe that shows
Take nothin' for granted cuz tomorrow never knows -
The only time Vouve's seen white lines it's toothpaste.
a new day.. for sure it's a "thin white line" if you Queue k'.
Quick Kill.. initial thought- your scripts are poor.
quit the sport, diss less- kid beg for forgiveness more.
I noticed the way that he tried to clone my flows.
but Quick's never stepped to a microphone right though.
I used to 'like' Quick's scripts on the regular.
seems like Quick's getting less and less veteran.
your name's Quick right? right.. coz you write quick.
no Quick-Kills.. but put torturous time in.
my lyrics are novel.. faced critics and hardship..
I drink djinn from bottles.. take wishes "for granted".
I'll plumb the depths and flood the rest, I sunk the best and dumped the dregs.
..by the time that I find my "right mind", there'll be nothing left.
I dont mean to preach hate and deep rage, the scene changed,
and these days he seems fake. his weak tape's release date..?
he stopped bringin' hot lyrics, each page like sheet flame.
he only gets to "drink her like white wine" if the g'rapes.
"heaven and hell's" realms are both prone to panic..
I boast of hope from a broken home on a broken planet.
I stayed here, same sphere. fam left to "transcend".
plans changed my station like trams sped to tracks ends.
"tomorrow never knows"? you forever hope to follow..
step too close, and you'll never know tomorrow.
I'm just playing with my battle lyrics, by the way. You've all been bringing some really impressive drops recently.Last edited by _SBU; 12-15-2012 at 02:43 PM.
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never done a battle before...12 bars for trial...
I contain me within the mights that make me
train to take me to heights that wont forsake me
muscle buildin im the incredible hulk..
triger the rage you wont be standin beside me
takin full pride in my lone rap steps
turnin a blind eye to clowns that blame me
cypher writin..dawn till dusk n in time for preps
fire from the tongue let the smoke consume the enemy
im an incredible lyricist...n with the right means
i could take over this whole game fact as clear as it is
crowns of gold n star rings for kings in the makin
for those worth it..join in cuz its mine for the takin.... -
Your right this aint a bee sting Originally Posted by _SBU
More might paint this a B wing
Like B 52 bombing a B team
In spite directly embalming B's dream
In right effectively spawning B's fraudulent scheme
American blight effecting upon B freshwater prawn regime
tactical picked,
practical head whipped
impractical sweet on my sugary death slip
ill rattle neat threats with sacrifice flys like ruger -bets gaza airstrips
analytical perceptives,
polite falls critical to death rips,
framing a lil n my pro method grim perspective,
like prosthetically old hips limpin ur effective correctives
Concepts I pre codone for the strong, except for morphed whatchamcallit's
On steps of history I alone- wither an SBU word threat, neglected small time bills- like a stolen wallet in pandoras closet
Hell with a strive,
this is cannibals being eaten alive,
I flow in reserves so competitions dont dive,
Enroll preserves slow jammin editions like twista flippin
Pre roll your *****derv burned low by me like Im twista'n an *** whippin
Sinbad I take you in as my houseguest
Been bad since spies fake sly mouse beta test
Blend saddened lines like indivisible by inhouse theta crest
Bend Aladdin rhymes like Bin Laden crimes, Al created n used sensory life wrest
Ben having Frank lend, in rite of Ben Franking, inflated n bruised money memory im unimpressed
Sir didnt admire your in pray fight plan
Boys spittn expire like MJs mouth night hand
U lippin me liar in spite -Bjs might be ur digestive gland -
you stalk like freshmen in essence of raidin panties Originally Posted by Vouve
brew talks in right of fresh men's lesson of spade'n shanti's
who knew walks those who walk lightly freshen the delayed dandy's
I look over shoulders just to see if I got flakes on em
I took bolder boulders n thrusting to free fakes like a phantom limb
I see shadows like new havens give restarts
Try to free like back ho's use backhoes for grading grave marks
You pounding streets the sesame
More sounding like defeats that open sesame
Lores founding fright'from fools tryin to assess me -
I stride over and strike posers.. Originally Posted by sirfolsom
you're bigger than "twista" ..psych-loner.
this is my prime moment.. your life's over..
wide open.. except in the sense of pride's closure.
it strikes a chord to See B's with G strings.
you'll "Be-52" before you breach this ceiling.
don't need a "B wing" to fly high on class As..
but me- I'm the kind of high flier that stars chase.
I will "sin-bad" if I'm ever his "house guest"..
I'll kick his dogs out like I don't allow pets..
I'm _S an' I'll get with his ex for some loud S**...
that when I flee the scene'll be leaving his couch wet.
I prefer to refer to "Sir" as absurd nerd;
finding the depth in his text's like a wordsearch.
the verse hurts to read- please.. weak. stern terms:
of all your father's dirt sperm you squirmed first??
a loser, but should've lost sooner and not been conceived,
not even breathed.. but please.. proceed and copy the scheme:
when you said your threat's "tactical picked"
I imagined it flipped, and captioned as this:
it's "tactical picked".. I choose to use natural wits with actual hits to capture the wins.
it's "tactical picked".. you crudely fuse fallible scripts and ramble a bit, lacking a diss.
are you glad to admit that it's "tactical picked"..?
practical tip: your magical tricks don't matter a bit.
real rap fam.. feel that stance or plan to resist?
and that was legit.. it's the "tactical picked".
I'm the man an' the myth.. you're an amateur kid.
it's kinda like a battle betwixt a tank and a brick,
or a panther and pig, or an axe and a twig,
or a passionate prince and a talentless pr***..
though I s'pose that's the "tactical picked"..
just stand and admit that it factually fits..
stand and admit that your standards have slipped..
and I have to predict that they'll randomly drift
like your staggering miss with a fanciful twist.
to think you're a match for the king is a capital sin.
I gather battle rappers, and smash 'em to bits.
but you'll have to forgive.. it's the "tactical picked".Last edited by _SBU; 12-18-2012 at 04:35 PM.
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SBU..
I made it here on my own so
I ain't ****in' 'round with no old ho's
We poppin' pills like animals
Your old ho's in ratty clothes
Your ***** a strape up hoochie, My ***** draped out in Gucci
She gave me head in theater - My favorite ****in' movie
Your girlfriend twerk like dead fish someone gave that ***** a roofie
We smoke purple you smoke doobies
My girlfiend got a fat *** - You date a fat ***** named Ruby
Stuntin wit my grown self, born to ****in' hustle
My girlfriend ride it cowgirl, I didn't move a muscle
Til I blast off with that hot sauce now my ***** up in that hubble
I said B get your fat *** down for I get you in some trouble!!
Your whole crew are *******, my gun clip that catnip
So back down don't talk ****, You're so fake, You're not legit
You toilet bowl - fulla ****; I got my heater on me influencin'
I got your girlfriend purrin' ................
I sent that white ***** to a buffet because all my girls are foreign
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
You're dealin' with a growin' man
If I ever meet someone as real as me I bet that man be from my own fam
You do not get the picture
We steady rollin' swishers
I stack my money up
With my whole crew that came wit us
Like UPS I deliver
Plus I got that finger trigger
So come up you better be strapped or I guess you'll just go figure
I do not **** gold diggers, My girlfriend bottom up like Guiness
I'll give you one chance to reply, When I ****in' finish
And I could keep it goin'
Got rap locked down forever
But I got better **** to do
So ***** I'll prolly see you never!!!! -
"Fam left to transcend" Originally Posted by _SBU
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your girl like "guiness".. check what she sippin'.. Originally Posted by quickill
she's bitter but gives head slow so I'm tippin'.
glass half empty now; she discontent..
you spit filler and you didn't fill 'er yet.
I know global politics- big into "foreign"chicks.
even got my inuit b****es hot for this.
I like when girls share a whole lot of spliff;
so you'd better bet that I get communists.
check czech', yeah, I'm beddin' bedouins,
gaza strip club fetish wenches.
some girls into being made to feel worthless.
I get it wet and I wipe off on burkas.
say your girl got "gucci", you're bluffing;
when she met me she came wearing nothin.
if she a "cowgirl" -I'd be leaving saddle sores.
even on red-rag it's bull' that she matadors. -
The burkha's a prop
Her love a bluff
She don't like it rough
Unless ya pay her ta
And she does, til the meters up
Then you's got to cough up
more of what she love
The pap-ah, the doll-ahs
playa' you ain't got enough
To get a real woman, so pay up
For the eastern european
These hookers ain't playin
They banging' if you payin'
And you payin' every day and
your mom's askin' If you gay again
Cause she wants ya to settle down, have the grand kid
you ain't makin' any of them
Even *****s don't want to get locked in
With ya sorry ***, They'll take a pass
wait for someone else to School for cash
So your foreign fetish wont last
Better bed a bedouin fast,
Get the dowry, to blast
Your the blanks that you pass
As Semen, to next ***** you seein'
She's screamin' yes please and
The cash is leavin' your pocket fast
Real love, always has its costs
Just never thought it was dollars
But that's what it is for sorry-*** lose-ahs
Hate to break it to ya-s -
@_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....Last edited by ROBBMACK; 12-23-2012 at 05:36 PM.
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@ Folsom
Tested, rested, and vested? Unimpressive..
To be objective- Id need corrective- specs to have read-
your misled text-they fall fast like lead jets- no pay off like dead bets..
His naked threats left dresses- yet, though threadless, drag on..
This gated pets best is less- than a breathless dragon...
Congested patterns- with reckless abandon-
Blurts guesses at random-like Hansel ran but Gretel ran dumb..
Wet bed tantrums- he'd wed _S if he asked'em..
I'm a pessimist- though this pest admits- he lacks credit..
I'll exterminate this queen like chess, and fu(k a check my next turn's mate..
Fu(k a check, cuz A.ll D.ay I. D.ream A.bout S.ex.. Wait!
Fu(k a check! He gets wrecked and expects to post dates..
Injections- couldn't correct this- infectious- need to please erections..
Hes a black hole and reckons- its a blessing- save your confessions-
For men who leave distressing- impressions-on innocent victims theyve molested..
Do you suggest this- for the entire guest list- as a collective?
Or just depressed with- the fact that you have no projected- exit?
No strategy to reject aggressive- caresses? Neglected- interest
in self respect has festered- and is no longer festive..
Requested- a crown less the- throne..
Deceptive gesture- on its own.. this
septic jester's- addicted- to a Di(k if- it's pressed to his dome..
You've been tricked- since you been six-
now you send script- to me and _S cuz you sense sicks..
Your bruised will is defenseless- it's deadened senses..
Give you change for ten cents-and you'd still be senseless..
Pretend to skip _S in the ABCs..
then youd sip if he let you taste "A beasts seeds"..
So I'll end this how you can't, on a high..
While in the end I digress cuz _S screamed "ROBB, try!"
I bring to light your "M.O.", "SLO" "F"n "RIS"eLast edited by ROBBMACK; 12-23-2012 at 05:42 PM.
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Paradise is lost
For you now
Go on take a walk, Get outta here now
And it don't matter How far you go
You do it without the god that you know
The one who was crutch
And loved ya, always there for ya
But nobody's watching your back any more
That's why you keep gettin' played.
Recallin' the halcyon days
Of better times and better babes
Like eve before the snake
You gotta a feelin' you can’t shake
That you'll never make, just break
Your rhymes gettin' weak like a status update
Too true that this game is played,
And it’s check mate
Tally up the points you made
Still not great enough to take
Anything but second place
In a two player game
That is a shame
Thought you had somethin’ up your sleeve
But all I found was track marks running
The length of your arm, another junkie
Big talking when the drugs kick in
About dedication
To rhyme without reason
When you self-destruct every evenin’
And that is your passion
Nothin else surpasses
The crack, the coke, the hashes
That fill your sails with ambitions
That aren’t in your reaches
You just plain pipe dreamin’
Of a paradise that never existed -
Originally Posted by _SBU
i lack fetch when u try to dig on my bone,
you track like fed ex puppies to overnight homes
you leave wet couches like teaspoons fetch
dampen water resistant ocean decks
fools believe you should regret invitin my threat-
to be slaughter'S suicide assistance threads
you thrilled "S'pecial" lives when fly B'alls U'p popped n cropped by mary poppins
i killed pride before your balls dropped so ask daddy what the merry poppin did
you filled many more slidin till ur jaws n paws stopped like i carried the "way ins" like Pop's kids
U'squirmed through the tunnel like bowlin balls through poop chutes
You wormed more holes than snuggleS' strugglin to snuggle till ur skin scoot
I learned to ignore goals n cover mud puddle chutes, your doublin chuggin skills till ur friends shoot
how about this for twixn, pause your moment concrete sifting,
in stride of Hi Roe Glitter Kits" thats S' depiction just high fish smells cummin from the ceiling in hieroglyphics,
this is convictive contrisctions of B"-lines like a bra unhook'n some big nips-like bye.ho.prolific spittin at yoU"r bologna spit
panthers n piggies in a pen playen,
while S's a dam *** hole like who S'ane enuf to attempt the noose dangling',
id expend ur soul's savings in roulette placing satans bearings ,
I am fer splttin passn'it" up prince'S's to get pluggd on while re-phasing barings -
Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
like live bets on dead horses at a horse race with no horse power of the horse's last hour- hows the horse taste?
Ive been tricked like i tricked you out on corners with foreigners with cum in store for them - come for more then?
I wouldve been your daddy but I didnt have change for a 5, like luniz me n 5 others took 5 mins to get 5 games on it n still got 5 off it - 5 is half a dimes name right?
I feed off beasts seed in light speed,
I bleed off bled beasts grinnin at lip bleeds
I perceive loss underneath n winning tide like ship speeds
I believe your lost in sunder n grief while ur flips are thinnin down streamings
Eye sleeves for seeing host plunders n shake your sea's like C's take K's n see spinnin fresh bream
I can mack a rob cause the rob is my game, I robb mack's of dignity like trustin my knob for serendipidty
No plans can robb 10's off macs unless mac 10's are macking mine n nine others lustin 10 head shots from outlaw referees
Im outside laws like lawyers locked out on the side of courthouse'd outhouses - out bustin 10 dead bought scum out raw interviewee's
Fellow baskin robbins,
I basket your robins, kick that mess of a nest like migration problems
while I bask in your isothermal fumes of grave robbin"
smile through ur pain like casket'n slaven goblins
Below dried ice'S touch knows dethawing depictions like ice cream shippin problems
Your flow died at nice plush ho's deep balling fictitious ****'s while I dream of rippin mack's involvement's
