step out da way, fresh on da scene//
bout 2 blast dis motherfuka k-dubb, dun be obscence//
coz deres something ur rhymes is missing//
flow, vocab, punches...shit everything//
man i'll end dis shit short//
as to tell dis cunt off, i was waiting to 2 be da last resort//
dis kids rhyme woz worse dan his shit school report//
THis Kids The Opposite Of Sushi Never Could Spit Raw//
Break This Kids Jaw.. Leave Him Looking Liek 50..? Naw//
It's Like Battling On A See Saw Your Lyrics Go Back And Forth//
Shove A Gun Down Your Throat Leave You Explosive Like July 4th//
Fuck Babblin.. If This Were A Game I'd Be Fucking Scrabblin//
Was That A Rhyme Before Me Or Was It A Bitch Rambling..
Artificial Intelligence
i see a bitch ramblin, it's this speek ez freak genius/
who kicks hard in cyphers, but always get his feet-beatin/
this kid looks like corky mixed with rza and a gold-tooth/
plus his flows-used, more then strap-ons and show-tunes/
ya can diss me son, but don't come to find a win/
cuz like ya sig wut was once fallen will neva rise-again/
When i bust my shit, i dont analize each word at a time//
my shit gets mixed on a grill like an enzyme//
i commite harrassing rhymes that file me for a felony//
hitten the skinz like a i hit the charts with bill belony//
changing into a royal rampage//
i hit the market and sell you weed but really sage//
Course ur trippin... nigga ur fallen
strongest survive... no chance wit that fat ass ur haulin//
Ur first post should be the last
get back in rap skool nigga... u neva passed//
Ur disgraceful u faggot... u could neva hack it
skulls like urs are chips to me the way i stack it//
<table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>IJL & DWI</table>
i spit my shiznit technology wise on tek wit machines/
wash u, dry u, put u away, right back in ur dream/
and if life's a b!tch wit a pretty face/
u must be death, cause ur face is a disgrace/
simpleton, thinkin he's rich like Mr. Burns from tha simpsons/
but ur not, tha only thing u got in common is ur so weak, tha air makes u start limpin/
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- I'd Be Brilliant, If Only, It Was Not For Love's Immortal Stand Offs -
...Understandable...
i seen your avatar, u better use those wings, to fly away quick/
because i'll tell KOBE BRYANT, an he'll abuse ya his latest bitch//
you so wack, you couldnt collab with fred durst,/
even he merk u on the mike, no feedin, he'd go first//
nigga, i should call u the mop, u gettin wiped all ova the floor/
you do all the dirty work, like one of money mikes hoezzz//
man that shit was wack, im sorry
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leave feed and a link i'll return it
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This guy is destined to get rip , listen as this cat screams-
Your ~fly~lyrics ~smell~, like ~pissed~ on ~bat wings~-
Crack spleens:Mystical lyrics fuzing, ready to do harm-
U could'nt come with ~bright punches~ if you had a ~blue arm~-
This is true harm:For this man who lacks spits, needs to retire-
License to kill?.....................................Dawg That shit just expired-
Yo this kid is unskill Unheard of and underprevelaged
I'm tried of seen this bull so its time for me to rip it
Filp it to anther side tan the kids hide
And take him for a little ride to the edge of the waters
Snatch of the bag where he carries his sons and daughters
Toss him to the fishes cause thats the way hell flow
If he was a baker then hell make dough
But untill then NO, no one likes you no one hears you and i don't fear you
Strategies......With three hundred and fifty two posts.....
* * * * And still aint got no strategies * * * *
Dont get mad at me..
Cause if I slip and I spit a simple lyric I create catastophies...
Da legal system consider me and my rymes a lethal weapon..
Hit you once and you wonder.....
* * * * 'WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPEN'* * * *
young kids try to tangle with the best
and cry when I fill the cavitys in they chest
With pencils, now can u write with those
Your so simple dawg oh I didn't mean to step on your toes
or break your nose
With these lyrical blows
A fag whats really good with all those stars
Spacen dosn't make you ill it only makes me sick
makes you look like a young prick
Oh shit thats you who knew?
Cut to the chase.. I mean I cut chase...Blood pouring out his face... I mean blood all over the place...
Im a give em a little space..
Let chase take a breather before I catch murder cases...
Knock his teeth so far back out his neck I see braces...
Get used to my knuckles they tasty...
Every time you come outcha face I back slap ya with gravy...
I hear you GURGLE like a bitch and SEAMEN like navy..
Stomp your head on cement your vision get wavy....
Come on baby lets be real I got the sick shit even you call feel
Like a foe foe or mabey a foe five, trust nobody needs you dead or alive
Your a newbie do we really need more like you
they to all you bitches in one crew
let you get schooled together
cuz I come hard on you bitches like a virgin or stormy weather
Ur garbage bitch, quit postin
I slice u in half, so i aint talkin bout ya legz wen i say i got u open
Ya name is 'Chase' cuz u alwayz on tha run
Duckin from real niggaz while real bitches duckin my cum
I nutt on ya tung, y tha fucc u got an angel?
I chop off ya scalp, rubb my cum in-theres ya halo
Last edited by c-hood; October 8th, 2003 at 07:40 PM
c-hood imma teach yah good what not to do
disrespect gimme yo neck n ill chop it in two
spittin red from all them bricks i threw
c now u got the flew from my pimp smakin after wind pakkin with mad residue
u lakin the quik trigger snatchin of my back stabbin ass, cus my skills are so good they even got u clappin
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