'Battle The Person Above You' Thread, *(please read the rules)

[vexed less]

wat up yall.....
hope u got ur game face on, shit is just about to turn serious.
gotta set sum rules first......shit gon be a bit stricter this time.
Make sure u read them through thoroughly n abide by them as much as possible.

1. Strictly 8 bars....show us how much skill ur really got, cant breach the limit.

2.Strictly 'Battle the person above u'.... i cant stress this shit anymore. Only the rhymer above u, no one else.. if someone happens to beats u to the post please be kind enough to remove ur post n use it when the time is right.

3.be sure to be direct and relivant...no 'open' disses.

4.come with ur 'A game'....no half assed shit.

5.have fun...this be like sparrin n often turns into sum outa hand shit, dont loose ya cool.

6. dont be affraid to prop a brotha... get us M.C cats sum rep points, we deserve them.


First cat to post is more than welcome to throw a headshot at myself to get the thread rollin

peace.

[Lerone]

^^^^^^^^

..Caught wind of the thread,..I head for the shed,..pulled out the
necessary battle gear to torture the dead,…then like
soccer…..I’m kickin’ body parts in my Flesh..Net,…so
now I’m jet..set on who’s the vic I’ma "VEX" next,…and
by the way,……..my Flesh..Net’s in my back-yard,….the
bones…keep it stable cuz I’m known to kick quite..hard,…I
aim and wire barb ya head ‘til red’ll pour warmly,…..
Burn bodies slowly,..plus I’ma fan of skin deformity,…

[vexed less]

^^^^^^^^

..Caught wind of the thread,..I head for the shed,..pulled out the
necessary battle gear to torture the dead,…then like
soccer…..I’m kickin’ body parts in my Flesh..Net,…so
now I’m jet..set on who’s the vic I’ma "VEX" next,…and
by the way,……..my Flesh..Net’s in my back-yard,….the
bones…keep it stable cuz I’m known to kick quite..hard,…I
aim and wire barb ya head ‘til red’ll pour warmly,…..
Burn bodies slowly,..plus I’ma fan of skin deformity,…

nice work Lauren....i mean Lerone...lol just fuckin wid ya..
shit be rel nice...this for u...

nervous ass nigga, hittin the keys; hands shakin,/
Lerone sweatin like a bitch; stay prayin, hopin i wont break him,/
nieve as hell, head first; straight inta tha deep end of the pool,/
since duke like to get his feet wet... i thought ill get his chest wet too,/
......shots i fire be lyrical; vivid too, beyond your level,/
Lerones posts mostly fake, straight heat?..naww never,/
real skill, ill feelin; my lines be fine,/
hidin behind 'bars'; stayin imprisioned behind ya rhymes,/

[Lerone]

hmmmm.....

"Imprisoned behind what I write...in bar..form"...means you're
so stuck in ya space while I'm free to walk the halls,...you're still con-
fused on where you are,..get it?..you're a two bed..sharer as
far as rap go,…the ‘rear-ended’ rhymer with no parole,
Known to soul control, I’ll make 10 flutes with ya fingers,…Kenny
G a masterpiece, I’m the murderin’ musical singer,..
Play wit’cha capillaries like strings of a guitar,….
Make orchestra instruments out of body parts,…

[Mic E]

i need to get into a battle mindset. ain't joinin' this shit until later.

[vexed less]

hmmmm.....

"Imprisoned behind what I write...in bar..form"...means you're
so stuck in ya space while I'm free to walk the halls,...you're still con-
fused on where you are,..get it?..you're a two bed..sharer as
far as rap go,…the ‘rear-ended’ rhymer with no parole,
Known to soul control, I’ll make 10 flutes with ya fingers,…Kenny
G a masterpiece, I’m the murderin’ musical singer,..
Play wit’cha capillaries like strings of a guitar,….
Make orchestra instruments out of body parts,…

gay soundin, ur diss most def not sharp,/
....coz u that faggot ass nigga; playin wid dude's body parts,/ ....lol
L u said it urself, admitted the shit straight out,/
take a look at wat u type, that shits straight gay felt,/
lame flow, wack rhyming,/
no hits, only misses u firin; try dissin the god man?/
Aint serious; I treat ur rhymes as a joke,/
nigga talk like we aint know that he aint from New York,/

[Lerone]

Born in New York: Yes,…Name of opponent: Vexed
Is he for real?: Naaaaah,…Does he have skill?: Haaaaaaa!
Will he bite the format of this rhyme?: We’ll See,..How Would You
feel if he did?: like that b**** was made from a rib…Would He
take this statement personal?: How am I supposed to know?
Any bad blood?: He pumps Kool-Aid by the jugs..and spits that
condensed milk rap,…If he had dreads…I’d flip him
upside down..then mop the floor with his head,…..

nothin' personal. It's just fun.

[(--LazerScope-->>]

I carry a machete big enough to hack n split-ya, man
Know why Lerone's nonpartisan? Cuz when it's time for war, he's Switzerland!
The guns come out, and the nigga switches plans
All the tough talk goes away, and he turns softer than bitches hands
This is what that fool'll do, he runs away like usual
Time to get it in gear? He's between R & D, stuck in Neutral!
See, you the type that always dodged beef while I sought it out
That's the reason when shit go down, you always wanna talk it out!

[Lerone]

^^^^^^^^

Mind of a killer but got the look of a ruler, "Are you the
best my hench-men..can find..for entertainment?,….
..If you got talent then display it?....You’re somethin’ I can
throw to my lions so I can tame ‘em,…I can finger-
snap..from my throne,..matter-fact "…*snap*,… two of the
guards..snatch..lazer from the platform,..feet above the
ground..like he’s levitatin’ cuz the guards are strong, "let the
next..jester hear him get tortured before performin’",..

[T-rade]

After im down watch lerone dissapear like ghosts
He might be high, but short with 2, 5, 5 posts
It's doesn't say so, but i post triple 6's
They call me the devil, you are not on my level, and you rape crippled bitches
Lerone looks stupid, can't even rock jewels cool
Bring my A Game, Ayo i bring runes fool.
Northern Mythology, come swingin down Yggdrasil
Lerone where are you, im looking for duke ta kill

[Mic E]

After im down watch lerone dissapear like ghosts
He might be high, but short with 2, 5, 5 posts
It's doesn't say so, but i post triple 6's
They call me the devil, you are not on my level, and you rape crippled bitches
Lerone looks stupid, can't even rock jewels cool
Bring my A Game, Ayo i bring runes fool.
Northern Mythology, come swingin down Yggdrasil
Lerone where are you, im looking for duke ta kill

Well look who's post above me, what up T?/
Actually I should be sayin' who the fucks he?/
I'm like Lerone, so glad I ain't on your level/
I'd have to dig to get there, and I lost my shovel/
I'm the real devil, Satan passed me the crown/
You aren't takin' serious, I'm already lookin' down/
Preparin' for that post, to me you a f*ckin' ghost/
Just burned you, so now I'm gonna eat the toast/

[Lerone]

From the line of jesters there’s a ruckus,…a lightweight…named
Mike H...grew louder by the seconds,…a servant was sum-
moned by King Lerone who felt perturbed,….so the servant
calmly said to King, “He’s just a herb…so it’s easy to smoke
‘em,….look at ‘em,…actin’ brave ..but there’s ‘shook’ in ‘em, he
beggin’ for respect,…Nike style he’s gettin’ checked for real my
lord,"..he said,..then Lerone..sat in a thinkin’ pose and
said to his servant,”..Nah, I don’t think he’s worth it.”

[Mic E]

Come on folks

[Mic E]

Alrighty, Lerone first you far from a King, jumpin' in the ring/
But yet you bring, nuttin' but little jab like things, I'ma' sting/
You witt heavy rights and outta nowhere lefts, never outta breath/
Beat ya so bad you'll be screamin' for a ref, 'cause you outta breath/
Like SARS I'm death, Lerone you'll regret bein' the post above/
Dude get on your knees and pray to the great ghost above/
Callin' me a servant, well I'm makin' you my b*tch/
So get out and make me money like a good little b*tch/

No offense witt the last two bar's. but that shit is funny.

[Shadowapocalypse]

Uh oh, This nicca woke the Lion, deep in the shadows/
This Mike H, or Mike Hoe, nicca thought he can battle/
Said he like death, nicca I can grant ya wish/
Like the LL Can-I-Bus murkin' of Canibus/
You betta be quick wit ya next diss, or you'll be/
Waitin' for another chastisement Miss/
Lyrically, How good are you? Look under your name/
And it'll show the kind of clout that you got in THIS game/


Let's goo!!

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Well, look who walked in, guess I gotta start crackin' ya frame
And put an "end" to your world, like the second half of ya name
Who mastered this game? L did....Mic in my hand like it's welded
Shadow tried to drop an album, and his li'l label just SHELVED IT
I'm bringing Hell, kid, flowing more shit than a sewage pond
I'll step to you, not to battle, but to watch u get ya Carl Lewis on
So I'mma end this verse now, cuz I already did it big
Shadow battling ANYBODY is just a Final Fantasy like his sig...

Ya Dig?

[Shadowapocalypse]

I got sights on wack niccas, better yet Lazerscopes/
You spit some good sh**, but up don't get them hopes/
You thought you had me? You must don't know/
That I blow the .44, lyrical fa sho/
You got room to grow, that sh** you spit's so-so/
I'm that Maybach coupe while youse the 4 do/
So the next time you wanna come at lyrical greatness/
I'll loan you a rhyme then I'll charge you for maintenance/

[vexed less]

*bump 'Money over Bullshit' n proceed to read*.......

cats actin shaded; straight shifty,... sniffin; i smell he tellin lies,/
Shadow's that kid who fib; false boastin,..son i decide ya size,/
u a little brotha, just a fickle problem,/
no .44's, couldnt even get ya rhymes a just little poppin,/
got u stuck; fucked up positionin,/
points of pressure im pressin man, i push em in,/
responses not needed; not leavin u even a chance to let em out,/
ingnore it now,.... a diss?.... nahhh nigga wat u talkin bout?,/

[Mic E]

vexed ya shoulda' listened and remained textless/
Now I'm gonna kill and leave your remains chestless/
Who the best is? Mike is, and dog that's not you/
I only beat ya up last time, I shoulda' shot you/
You got no chance in this square dance homey/
You're mis-steppin' dog be real you ain't know me/
Dog you skills aren't ill, there just thread filler/
So just chill and stay still 'cause I'm a lazy killer/

[T-rade]

cats actin shaded; straight shifty,... sniffin; i smell he tellin lies,/
Shadow's that kid who fib; false boastin,..son i decide ya size,/
u a little brotha, just a fickle problem,/
no .44's, couldnt even get ya rhymes a just little poppin,/
got u stuck; fucked up positionin,/
points of pressure im pressin man, i push em in,/
responses not needed; not leavin u even a chance to let em out,/
ingnore it now,.... a diss?.... nahhh nigga wat u talkin bout?,/

Let me call you son, cuz you are still on a blazing trail
But that got to an end when you started facing pale
Me yep, mistakenly my rep is only "decent" and
I let the beef wait for me, like im spices seasoning
It's T's over V's and Less und Rade
I'm sick to my stomach, and the reason isn't something i ate
Imagine this is a festival, and i would shit-on-ya-tent
Vexed nothing but a wanna-be Aussie, sounding belligerent

[Mic E]

Look at T tryin' to come in at lazor but just missin'/
Dissin' the wrong guy, easy's how I'm takin' this win/
Already blasted off eight at you and filled you. Illed you/
Now I'm spittin' my North Pole flow to chill you, nill you/
You already in the body bag i just gotta zip it up/
Ain't takin' ya serious, so I just thought I'd whip shit up/
Just throwin a couple jabs, and few a little body blows/
Just tryin' to wind ya 'cause I ain't wanna hear a nobody flow/

[Lerone]

^^^^^^^^

*response from what you said on page two*

Raisin’ from the throne…is Lerone,……never the fan
of threats…He’s lookin’ a tad upset,……whole line of jes-
ters lookin’ in silence as well as the guards,…leapin’ from the
throne to DYKE like a spider…Lerone had a sword to slice ‘em,…
DYKE was Jackie Joyner ‘til he got Kunte Kin-te’d…..then
dragged..to a room as ‘L’ hummed to the screams…he made,..soon
after,…’L’ made a belt with his spine,…chain with his brain,..
..heart as an emblem, and his skull as a weapon,….

[Mic E]

Damn what took ya so long? I smell fear/
Pourin' out your pours, are those some tears/
And what's the smell comin' from your pants?/
Shit head you ain't want none, you stand no chance/
Had one then waited so long that I no longer care/
But I'll share the ammo for real mc's to part your hair/
Dog I'm the heir to Jay-Z crown, you just a crazy clown/
So just back down and frown well you above the ground/

[Lerone]

Damn what took ya so long? I smell fear/
Pourin' out your pours, are those some tears/
And what's the smell comin' from your pants?/
Shit head you ain't want none, you stand no chance/
Had one then waited so long that I no longer care/
But I'll share the ammo for real mc's to part your hair/
Dog I'm the heir to Jay-Z crown, you just a crazy clown/
So just back down and frown well you above the ground/

Walkin’ to his throne is Lerone…with Mike H’s remains as
stated in the 22nd rhyme in this thread,……….but the
King had a letter and read it,…it was the lyrics above…
from the one who’s heart he snatched and head detached now skinless,..
Then Lerone just stopped,…Jesters look at him in shock,…while his
blank stare made them wonder what he’s readin’ with his left hand while the
right still holds DYKE’s skull,….then Lerone looked up and laughed, then he
felt DYKE should of said this first before his life lost all its worth


oh yeah, I been had that rhyme for you but someone posted quicker. Patience is a virtue...........

[T-rade]

Simple and plain Lerone is my Clone
All he does is planned, can't shit off the dome
Everything he do is messed up like Rachel And Ross
Let me tell you straight, Lerone aint king, and if he was?
I would bring Cohorts, Onagers and Auxilia
Like the Legionary with jesus, my plan was to kill ya
But fuck dat shit, i let you die slowly
Laugh at that it, and curse everything that's holy

[Lerone]

Still up in the throne is King Lerone,….The lions were fed,
…Lazer is dead,..T-rade is next to perform ….but through
the performance…..the King was snoring,….then Rade…flipped a
blade out…and ran up to the throne to take the King out,….but
suddenly he stood still,…from the King’s..view who’s eyes
cracked while he laughed..can see a dart that penetrated through the
neck of Rade,..frozen like a sta-tue …..cuz of the King’s
..hidden security, “Now it’s my turn to stab you.”

[T-rade]

Lerone you was in the way, didn't mean to get at you
But your just a bump ishould stomp, 26 is your stats dude
Mine is ninetyseven but should be seven hundred and thirty
Let me tell you, lerone is like: T spoke thundered and hurt me
The only reason why you role with security
Is because my real deal skill will se your unsecurity
You was snorring because real see real, and i can't see you
As a matter of fact, is opposite of me tryin to be you

[Lerone]

Lerone you was in the way, didn't mean to get at you
But your just a bump ishould stomp, 26 is your stats dude
Mine is ninetyseven but should be seven hundred and thirty
Let me tell you, lerone is like: T spoke thundered and hurt me
The only reason why you role with security
Is because my real deal skill will se your unsecurity
You was snorring because real see real, and i can't see you
As a matter of fact, is opposite of me tryin to be you

..That’s all Rade said while Lerone’s..sword..was stuck in his chest,
..Poison-tip-dart...still got him in a frozon effect,..
“Hannibal Rising is my biography, I got an artil-
lary of weaponry as the jury, stop coppin’ pleas”
was whispered from ‘L’ to Rade about to get a skull fade..
and his ears trimmed,…and have his earlobes…turned into earrings
..for the queen…but cast a spell on them to shield her off from
non-orchestrated-plottin’-traitors,…example’s what Rade is,..

*continuing from my rhyme and yours*

[Mic E]

Well, well well look who's up on the radar/
Dog like in the club, homey I always slay bar's/
Spray darts dipped in poison, admit it dude you posin'/
Save your life from me showin',you that I ain't just composin'/
I'm deposin' of bodies quicker then any cremation
Watch your mouth 'cause you testin' my teams patience/
But no worries, I told'em I got you witt out sweatin'/
I'm bettin' you sweatin', 'cause your name Mike's wreckin'/

[Summertime ONE]

Just read the first page...


Vex had Lerone in a tight grip, then Lerone came back with this:


Born in New York: Yes,…Name of opponent: Vexed
Is he for real?: Naaaaah,…Does he have skill?: Haaaaaaa!
Will he bite the format of this rhyme?: We’ll See,..How Would You
feel if he did?: like that b**** was made from a rib…Would He
take this statement personal?: How am I supposed to know?
Any bad blood?: He pumps Kool-Aid by the jugs..and spits that
condensed milk rap,…If he had dreads…I’d flip him
upside down..then mop the floor with his head,…


Oooooh! hahahaha, and Vex stopped posting!



PS, i just commented, i aint here to battle

[vexed less]

Vex had Lerone in a tight grib, then Lerone came back with this:




cool u think that, but wat the fuck is a 'grib'.
lol ...sum cats gotta learn to reread.

PS...fuck Summertime ONE

[vexed less]

right at ya dome Mike...

rel calm; relaxin, placid mood, my mind collected,/
i move passive, appear inactive from ur aspect man,/
aint visible, a feat not feasible; u have no chance,/
since u so wack ima whack u sum sense,/
....smell the fear u feel, telling no one that u be scared,/
i keep secrets silent, deciding if I should end ya career,/
Mike write wack rhymes, positionin not first; not second,/
out all us MC’s u the worst of the seven,/

[T-rade]

Vexed, Vexed Vexed, who's next to text?
This ain't kingdom come test, this is a kingdom conquest
Rhyme contest, skillaton tha don's best
I know how to aim, so i'm not hitting sons chest
Cause to kill it's best to go for the stomach
Most guts to gun at it, i need suckers to run at
Your mind is only collected out your head on my front porch
I'm hiphop, awoken from the dead, carrying on the torch

[Bre]

T-Rade aka the rapping white kid on MTV made
Who even with his glasses can't see straight
If you got a gun, its to reinact Columbine high
Grab your biscuit Blizzard, aim at your head and fire
Your taking hiphop to a whole new perspective
Its so dead, to find out who did it we don't need a detective
Your so wack, hiphop has commited suicide
Failed, then I shot it so you will die

[Summertime ONE]

dont be affraid to prop a brotha... get us M.C cats sum rep points, we deserve them.




cool u think that, but wat the fuck is a 'grib'.
lol ...sum cats gotta learn to reread.

PS...fuck Summertime ONE


You fucking stupid? I was bigging him up for a verse and you get all sensitive like a nagging bitch on her period....shit...

[T-rade]

T-Rade aka the rapping white kid on MTV made
Who even with his glasses can't see straight
If you got a gun, its to reinact Columbine high
Grab your biscuit Blizzard, aim at your head and fire
Your taking hiphop to a whole new perspective
Its so dead, to find out who did it we don't need a detective
Your so wack, hiphop has commited suicide
Failed, then I shot it so you will die

Can't really response to that, cuz my glasses only helps me to read, i still can't see things at a distance. Got me with that one Bre

[Bre]

Lol I'm no good at this, I know.

Sorry. xD

[T-rade]

Lol I'm no good at this, I know.

Sorry. xD

Im serious, i can't see correct even with my glasses on

[vexed less]

You fucking stupid? I was bigging him up for a verse and you get all sensitive like a nagging bitch on her period....shit...

naww....see u aint get it.
i was attackin u for the comment coz the shit u said at the end...'....n Vexed stopped postin'.....tryin to indicate i couldnt cum up with a response.
Stupid mafucka.
i aint tryin to sit on a comp all day i post sum shit than bounce...if u gonna read one page then judge a dudes performance on that than u striaght up dum.
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[vexed less]

T-Rade aka the rapping white kid on MTV made
Who even with his glasses can't see straight
If you got a gun, its to reinact Columbine high
Grab your biscuit Blizzard, aim at your head and fire
Your taking hiphop to a whole new perspective
Its so dead, to find out who did it we don't need a detective
Your so wack, hiphop has commited suicide
Failed, then I shot it so you will die


wack words, herb ass bitchas, deserved no mentions,/
im dark; cold as froze nights, u just light like matches,/
i bust out ya dentures,/
…
…….pictures posted provin u as dum as u lookin,/
u cock-eyed kid, waves wack as hell, smile rel crooked,/
man u a straight up rookie,/
…
……..u better read up, know wat I speak of; never forget it,/
better reconize like i said "i know the mod who did it"......./

damn man....now tell me that last line aint have Bre wantin to kill me.
1

[T-rade]

damn man....now tell me that last line aint have Bre wantin to kill me.
1

I all ready told him it was me

[Bre]

I'm a man of peace, I don't kill. And you both don't know who did it.

[Mic E]

wack words, herb ass bitchas, deserved no mentions,/
im dark; cold as froze nights, u just light like matches,/
i bust out ya dentures,/
…
…….pictures posted provin u as dum as u lookin,/
u cock-eyed kid, waves wack as hell, smile rel crooked,/
man u a straight up rookie,/
…
……..u better read up, know wat I speak of; never forget it,/
better reconize like i said "i know the mod who did it"......./

It's the seventh best, yeah the man's back/
Came here lookin' for someone new to ransake/
But I find instead, a dude I thought was already dead/
Shit I must be losin' my head, I'm seein' ghost in this thread/
Mr. shoulda texted less, this one's leavin' you a Tec'd mess/
You're startin' to annoy, activatin' buttons you shouldn't press/
Still you ain't a stress, you're just on my nerves a little bit/
Treatin' you like a little kid, 'cause your always just a little shit/

[vexed less]

Im scoped watchin, observin all activities,/
external n internal reflexes to a stimulus,/
ur responses bein elicit, im drawin out an expression/
positions I put Mike in just to see an impression,/
…..If I said that I could have a tech, quick pointing at ya head…
ud flinch like a bitch as soon as ‘tech’ was said,/
So when I warn u, tellin of rhymes I got; good to kill,…/
why u walk around like u aint know of the damage they deal??,/

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Rifle out, looking thru my scope
Trying not to vomit as I see Vexed Less getting poked
From behind by a guy the size of a linebacker
This is evidence that Vexed Less is a fine actor!
I'm angry, hoping that soon son'll quit
Guess the only way Vexed is a G, is with "F" and "A" in front of it!
"Enough of this shit!" I think to myself, as I squeeze on the trigger
The linebacker standing over dude like, "What happened to this nigga?"

[vexed less]

^^^
Scopin that nigga, i watch him, he hidin; hidden rel careful,/
But aint a thing to stop me from spottin that thing he fear for,/
…
Weakness reakin up off him,/
faults be too much for him,/
mouthin off, nothing tough, tucked; im runnin up on him,/
…
shootin shots on Laserscope; lazy smoke just float the air,/
leakin out empty shells; spilt smells of powder appear,/
…………lyrically Scopes stories cant get near neva mind compare,/

[Mic E]

^^^
Scopin that nigga, i watch him, he hidin; hidden rel careful,/
But aint a thing to stop me from spottin that thing he fear for,/
…
Weakness reakin up off him,/
faults be too much for him,/
mouthin off, nothing tough, tucked; im runnin up on him,/
…
shootin shots on Laserscope; lazy smoke just float the air,/
leakin out empty shells; spilt smells of powder appear,/
…………lyrically Scopes stories cant get near neva mind compare,/
Ill shit man.


The one and only's back, intact witt skills you lack/
Lauchin' yet another attack on a unworthy hack/
Mr. vexed today's the day, that you'll say..okay/
Mike H got game to play, far from prey..flow's yay/
Pure and simple, admit it you know I got the ill/
King of the Hill, could make a moat out the blood I spill/
Seventh best witt the skill of a man sittin' on top/
So here stands Mike H, a man spittin' non-stop/

I must say that is fire.

[vexed less]

nice one Mike....

****Just a quick thanks to all the cats who have part-taken so far.
goodlooks on followin the rules, n bein competitive.
keep up the good work.

[Mic E]

Ain't seein' foes so I'm shadow boxin', within what's ruled/
Actin' a fool, dissin' myself to keep my battle tank fueled/
I'm nothin' but a quiter, the absolute worse spitter/
And not to mention I'm a liar, nothin' but a bullshitter/

Yeah I'm only ill witt the flue, nothin' I spit the true/
Anyway Mike H who the fuck you, is rap that shit you do?/
Get a clue, 'fore gettin' a knife tip for missin' my point/
This battle shit come's easy, I just smoked myself like a joint/

Don't think this breaks any rules.
Hope some understand's what I meant with it.
more with the 3rd and 4th bar/

[vexed less]

u straight speak crazy; ya level neva amazin,/
check the rep...yep...ima real trail blazer,/
Mike u direct hittin nails on heads; correct u came,/
n dont speak of joints man...stick to speed n 'caine,/
give u respect? naww...i aint need to,/
give me a whole-decent rap... n ill give u a hole decent to bleed through,/ ......whoaaa
should be ashamed of ur mouthin n recent self treason,/
dissin other people?...naww, couldnt diss hiimself half decent,/

[Mic E]

u straight speak crazy; ya level neva amazin,/
check the rep...yep...ima real trail blazer,/
Mike u direct hittin nails on heads; correct u came,/
n dont speak of joints man...stick to speed n 'caine,/
give u respect? naww...i aint need to,/
give me a whole-decent rap... n ill give u a hole decent to bleed through,/ ......whoaaa
should be ashamed of ur mouthin n recent self treason,/
dissin other people?...naww, couldnt diss hiimself half decent,/

Props

[Lerone]

*In a room of jesters within the kingdom, a ray of sunlight from the square gap on the wall awakens them…..as well as sudden thud that landed dead center of the room. The jesters gasped and yelled in shock, some grabbing each other also as a secondary reaction. As they focused on the object, they saw that it was a bloody box that came from an opening in the ceiling where food usually is dropped to them. Some assumed it was food but saw a message scribed on a papyrus attached to the box. One jester knelt to read as others crowded around him and the box. It was a message from the King. As the jester read it, it was realized the Mike H’s remains were contained in the box which was leaking slowly through…..*

“Brave..on the surface,….within..he was nervous,…
Pushed out of the fortress all a mess like womb abortions,…
Nothin’ left of him to hug…cuz the King was merciless,…
Sharp artillery left him in misery-slash-history,…So
as you read this paper nailed on top of this bloody box…
keepin’ what remains of who’s inside…just remember….if
you ain’t got the “skill”…drop the ‘s’ and add the ‘e-d’..
at the end,…..cuz that’ll be you if I’m fed,….”

Lerone

[Mic E]

Have you met this King or at least the dude claimin' it/
I think I got to this guy, breaks rules to put my name in spit/
Dog you ain't flamin' shit, you ain't rap dude you shamin' it/
This thread went to shit when you came in it, aimin' shit/
That shit talk I'll pacify, better? man you must be high/
My fire'll burn your ass alive, while your knights standby/
Your a King witt no castle, throwin' up smoke tryin' to battle/
I'll take your court witt no hassle, man your rap life is cancelled/

[Lerone]

Have you met this King or at least the dude claimin' it/
I think I got to this guy, breaks rules to put my name in spit/
Dog you ain't flamin' shit, you ain't rap dude you shamin' it/
This thread went to shit when you came in it, aimin' shit/
That shit talk I'll pacify, better? man you must be high/
My fire'll burn your ass alive, while your knights standby/
Your a King witt no castle, throwin' up smoke tryin' to battle/
I'll take your court witt no hassle, man your rap life is cancelled/

*This was said by another jester by the name of ..... . Hearin' it quite clear from the hallway was Lerone who was walking by since the restroom is closeby. It's been said that the wastes of Lerone are sometimes mixed in the food that's made for the jesters as he is determined to find one to entertain him. As his guards seemed angered by the words from........, Lerone calmly ordered them to stand down. Lerone then walked towards the well shaped opening in the floor which is used to drop food down into the room below for the jesters. Lerone gave out a laugh followed by his guards. Lerone rested his arms on the edge of the well then said,….*

"Check the rules & check the order,….fast talkers-slash-slow
readers spit what’s above,..get handled like your name, swallow
your pride and s*** out them quarters….playin’ ya’self, you ain’t the
Game…or 50,…minus ‘sense’..you tried to diss me?,…
Octane-headed, Unleaded, should’ve been deaded, I’m never-
mindin’ ya image, you're more of a mouse than a menace, tell by your
spittin’, clear in my vision, you sound too broke to be wastin’ pa-
per on writtens ‘stead of tampons,…need to be egg-shittin’,.."

[Mic E]

*This was said by another jester by the name of ..... . Hearin' it quite clear from the hallway was Lerone who was walking by since the restroom is closeby. It's been said that the wastes of Lerone are sometimes mixed in the food that's made for the jesters as he is determined to find one to entertain him. As his guards seemed angered by the words from........, Lerone calmly ordered them to stand down. Lerone then walked towards the well shaped opening in the floor which is used to drop food down into the room below for the jesters. Lerone gave out a laugh followed by his guards. Lerone rested his arms on the edge of the well then said,….*

"Check the rules & check the order,….fast talkers-slash-slow
readers spit what’s above,..get handled like your name, swallow
your pride and s*** out them quarters….playin’ ya’self, you ain’t the
Game…or 50,…minus ‘sense’..you tried to diss me,…
Octane-headed, Unleaded, should’ve been deaded, I’m never-
mindin’ ya image, you're more of a mouse than a menace, tell by your
spittin’, clear in my vision, you sound too broke to be wastin’ pa-
per on writtens ‘stead of tampons,…need to be egg-shittin’,.."

Damn Props. But anyway........

Just check the order, and my position stays the same/
See after me vexed layed game, but you sprayed my name/
Rules state erase it or place it aside for the right time/
Yet I see two post, mention me and boast witt fight rhymes/
First I seen V's, spit at me, then I read you throw shit at me/
Both of you get at me, but you break rules to throw hits at me/
L you diss Mike the most, so it seems you, I dislike most/
I'ma' make you into a rap ghost, like past Kings of both coast/

[vexed less]

rel nice shit guys.....
damn Mike, u mos def gonna get the most improved award...in my books u gone from 'average' to 'best up-n-commin'...u deserve props.
good looks Lerone....keep the comp commin.

[Mic E]

I'm breakin' the rules with this one, don't get mad.

Well looks like the Jester, done takin' the "Kings" shit/
Jumpin' him for a change, gun makin' his guards sit/
And stare in disbelieve, as they watch their "King" die/
Thought they followed a leader, believed all his lies/
Now that "Kings" court bows, to me while I'm be standin'/
Over their old "rulers" body, lookin' up to me demandin'/
I take over, this "kings" guards are tired of gettin' hit up/
For his mouth but I just laughed and started wettin' shit up/

[pez]

yoyoyoyyoyo check it yyyyyoo yoooy yoyooyo
I'm trying to catch the beat yooooy yooyoy oy
1-2 1-2 yoy oy yo yo
Turn the bass up in my headphones.. the music is loud the bass ain't loud
yooyoyoy oy yoy yo check it
yo I'mma rip this.. yooy yoyoyoy check yo check


you type real tough, you type real violent,
but I bet in real life you bitch up real silent/
you lose mad poise, I make maaad noise
got Japan callin up, sayin I'm too loud for ya, man
your mouth dry, can't spit, try rapping Saran
you e-thugs be rhymin about e-slugs
mean mugg the screen, bout to get e-snuffed
if your monitor had hands it'd prolly smack you
put you in a choke hold and make you say uncle


yea, that was whatever, but I'm at work and it's jus fuckin around..

[Lerone]

haaaaa

[Mic E]

yoyoyoyyoyo check it yyyyyoo yoooy yoyooyo
I'm trying to catch the beat yooooy yooyoy oy
1-2 1-2 yoy oy yo yo
Turn the bass up in my headphones.. the music is loud the bass ain't loud
yooyoyoy oy yoy yo check it
yo I'mma rip this.. yooy yoyoyoy check yo check


you type real tough, you type real violent,
but I bet in real life you bitch up real silent/
you lose mad poise, I make maaad noise
got Japan callin up, sayin I'm too loud for ya, man
your mouth dry, can't spit, try rapping Saran
you e-thugs be rhymin about e-slugs
mean mugg the screen, bout to get e-snuffed
if your monitor had hands it'd prolly smack you
put you in a choke hold and make you say uncle


yea, that was whatever, but I'm at work and it's jus fuckin around..

First the only time I'm unclin', hangin' witt my nieces and nephews/
You ain't a threat worth knucklin', I'm only at you 'cause L left you/
pez be makin' mad noice, but spittin' from a hole instead of lips/
Come's in my thread witt a full clip, pulls it but the bullshit slips/
Man all that shit you better wipe, 'cause now this place smellin' ripe/
The stink's made my eyes water, it's gettin' harder and harder to type/
pez makin' a post was a bad move, now that I got back my groove/
Man listen there's noway I can lose, 'cause now I got somethin' to prove/

[Lerone]

I'm only at you 'cause L left you/

^^^^^^^^word. haha

but.............



Just check the order, and my position stays the same/
See after me vexed layed game, but you sprayed my name/
Rules state erase it or place it aside for the right time/
Yet I see two post, mention me and boast witt fight rhymes/
First I seen V's, spit at me, then I read you throw shit at me/
Both of you get at me, but you break rules to throw hits at me/
L you diss Mike the most, so it seems you, I dislike most/
I'ma' make you into a rap ghost, like past Kings of both coast/



Well looks like the Jester, done takin' the "Kings" shit/
Jumpin' him for a change, gun makin' his guards sit/
And stare in disbelieve, as they watch their "King" die/
Thought they followed a leader, believed all his lies/
Now that "Kings" court bows, to me while I'm be standin'/
Over their old "rulers" body, lookin' up to me demandin'/
I take over, this "kings" guards are tired of gettin' hit up/
For his mouth but I just laughed and started wettin' shit up/

*As Lerone was walking away from the well-shaped opening, he heard the above statements from….. . Knowing what was said and understanding it clearly, Lerone then checked the timing of his own statements but felt no guilt based on his reasoning as to why he did what he did. Lerone knew of the rules and the order of rhyme submission but was eager to purposely trigger something just for the sake of emotion stirring. Unsure of whether or not other statement-makers would do what he did, Lerone wanted to keep his opponents on their toes to be ready for anything so they wouldn’t lose sight of the title they are fighting for, which explains Lerone catching "……"of guard so unexpectedly. Seeing that "……" followed suit in bending the rules, Lerone felt like a proud dad. After 20 seconds of reviewing the last two statements, Lerone rested his arms on the well edges then proceeded to say……*

“…That’s your comeback?...where’s ya gun at?...You clutch &
bussin’ nothin’ related to life destruction, ….’more like the
opposite’,…dwell on it, you’re too rumor-bound,..revealin’
you’re too helium inflated, you’re more of the shadow form of
the clone of the shell of the one who was done up…about four
pages ago,…you’re 9..months in your stages of growth,
..Though I grin like a dad...I’ll discipline you the same,..
I speak when I want but you just happen to be in the way,..”

[pez]

First the only time I'm unclin', hangin' witt my nieces and nephews/
You ain't a threat worth knucklin', I'm only at you 'cause L left you/
pez be makin' mad noice, but spittin' from a hole instead of lips/
Come's in my thread witt a full clip, pulls it but the bullshit slips/
Man all that shit you better wipe, 'cause now this place smellin' ripe/
The stink's made my eyes water, it's gettin' harder and harder to type/
pez makin' a post was a bad move, now that I got back my groove/
Man listen there's noway I can lose, 'cause now I got somethin' to prove/


yo, I too hang with your all fuckin nephews and neices
I hang them for real, leave em dangling deceased quick
i got your mouth wide open, pissed, hating your loose lips
your barkin is weak and your bitin is toothless
you lose chips, truth hits, negative reps you gets
MC down-syndrome, your rap is Tourettes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tourette_syndrome)

[Lerone]

As Lerone sees this ^^^^^^^^ He's says, "Hmmm.....that's twice someone went at Mike two times in a row. I can't really say Pez should follow the rules cuz hey...... I didn't .......but I knew the rules enough to challenge it ONLY ONCE."

[pez]

fuck it,
i trash rules, smash fools, at-chooo, bless you
didnt read the rules, can't be bothered by details
my name got mentioned so I had to seek trial
spit at any judge that sayin my word's bent
this battle's guerilla, and i'm an insurgent
saying what I feel, I'll even battle those lurkin'
and i ain't even bother to wait for Mike retortin

[Mic E]

yo, I too hang with your all fuckin nephews and neices
I hang them for real, leave em dangling deceased quick
i got your mouth wide open, pissed, hating your loose lips
your barkin is weak and your bitin is toothless
you lose chips, truth hits, negative reps you gets
MC down-syndrome, your rap is Tourettes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tourette_syndrome)

Bitch you better watch what you bar, you just took it too far/
Involvin' all my heart, personally goin' there wasn't too smart/
Trust me that's not somethin' you wanna start, you want this part/
Of me to stay out 'cause the other side doesn't rap, family his art/
Honestly by bar two I stop readin', had visions of your head bleedin'/
pez are you spEedin', drugs must be leadin', your mouth to eXceedin'/
The lines thin limit, puttin' kin in is sin spit, now I ain't tryin' to win it/
I'm tryin' to kill you, put you in a casket with no brains or balls in it/

Oh and Lerone I'm not forgettin' you. Trust pausin' or shit.

[pez]

Bitch you better watch what you bar, you just took it too far/
Involvin' all my heart, personally goin' there wasn't too smart/
Trust me that's not somethin' you wanna start, you want this part/
Of me to stay out 'cause the other side doesn't rap, family his art/
Honestly by bar two I stop readin', had visions of your head bleedin'/
pez are you spEedin', drugs must be leadin', your mouth to eXceedin'/
The lines thin limit, puttin' kin in is sin spit, now I ain't tryin' to win it/
I'm tryin' to kill you, put you in a casket with no brains or balls in it/

Oh and Lerone I'm not forgettin' you. Trust pausin' or shit.

awww,
your feelings hurt, words burn got you all mad
i ain't even got the Cal on me, homie, you sad
givin visions of your nephew's head on a pike
you brought up your own fam, so blame yourself for the life-
lost, you thought sayin my name's fair game
all's fair in war so you should be hiding your dame

[vexed less]

faggot ass cats just searchin for trouble......Pez stick to wearin ur MJ glove u lame ass nigga,

coward ass kids i confront, sumin u aint want,/
get scared wen u beefin out; u freezin up, like ur cheap as comp,/…….bitch ass nigga
straight up faggot, flattened out; how I leave ya,/
aint a slick talker; u caught up, gay nigga…a dick be the only thing u eva beat up,/

stick to the main forum, posts u place wastin space,/
since u gone break rules, then im gone break ya face,/
u a sad virgin nigga, aint a pussy u eva blessed,/
stayin sad; depressed,.... candy ass nigga,.... Pez u betta get at Vexed, /

[vexed less]

take ya time...ill wait for ya...

[pez]

faggot ass cats just searchin for trouble......Pez stick to wearin ur MJ glove u lame ass nigga,

coward ass kids i confront, sumin u aint want,/
get scared wen u beefin out; u freezin up, like ur cheap as comp,/…….bitch ass nigga
straight up faggot, flattened out; how I leave ya,/
aint a slick talker; u caught up, gay nigga…a dick be the only thing u eva beat up,/

stick to the main forum, posts u place wastin space,/
since u gone break rules, then im gone break ya face,/
u a sad virgin nigga, aint a pussy u eva blessed,/
stayin sad; depressed,.... candy ass nigga,.... Pez u betta get at Vexed, /



man, I shouldn't have to respond when you dudes come off so weak.. seriously, not a single hot line.. fuck it, this is fun anyways.. crabs in a barrel..

where's my snare?

you typed a whole bunch of shit that ain't really hit
face the facts, dog, you must be illiterate
letters put together don't make a word
feathers on a cat don't make a bird
like 5 mics don't make an album class-sick
angry words and curses don't make a hot diss
pez is the difference between birds and planes
i spit heat in a cold spell, ever seen a frozen flame?
Stylin' on this thread, plus I got the Cal on me
after a burn from me, hell will be only be balmy

[vexed less]

commin off weak?..... lol, i aint the one who be statin lame metaphors in my flows...


shit gets thicker now,
try stick it out, kid take it how it is… watchu bitchin bout,/
wack spittin, lackin rhythm, thinking u droppin hot lines,/
heated; I got u cut like diamonds, u just pop like vaginas/

niggas is sentimental; sensitive, actin unsensible,/
words to sum u up…shit I think just said em all,/…..whoaa
nigga ya skills nil; nuthin, none u got,/
i finish bitchas, u just as wack as them rhymes u drop,/

[Mic E]

shit gets thicker now,
try stick it out, kid take it how it is… watchu bitchin bout,/
wack spittin, lackin rhythm, thinking u droppin hot lines,/
heated; I got u cut like diamonds, u just pop like vaginas/

niggas is sentimental; sensitive, actin unsensible,/
words to sum u up…shit I think just said em all,/…..whoaa
nigga ya skills nil; nuthin, none u got,/
i finish bitchas, u just as wack as them rhymes u drop,/



Came here lookin' for a clown, but instead you's who I found/
Finally a foe who's pound for pound, almost thought none were around/
Almost thought I'd have to box myself again, well then again/
There ain't much different, 'cause none of your punches get in//
Walk out how I walk in, say what ya will, we know it's just talkin'/
Kill ya so bad your soul will float by gawkin', bird just quit squawkin'/
All that internet tough guy shit, don't mean shit, dog I don't buy it/
Don't dare respond with your dry spit, just close your lips and be quiet/

I see ya pez, make your move.

[Mic E]

awww,
your feelings hurt, words burn got you all mad
i ain't even got the Cal on me, homie, you sad
givin visions of your nephew's head on a pike
you brought up your own fam, so blame yourself for the life-
lost, you thought sayin my name's fair game
all's fair in war so you should be hiding your dame

8 bars ain't needed vexed, so I'm gonna handle him quick

Bitch ya came in here sayin' shit ya really ain't mean/
New to the scene, and you just wanted to be seen/
But you said some stupid shit, can't deny you did it/
And now I just want to bid it, farewell, no more KID shit/

[Mic E]

“…That’s your comeback?...where’s ya gun at?...You clutch &
bussin’ nothin’ related to life destruction, ….’more like the
opposite’,…dwell on it, you’re too rumor-bound,..revealin’
you’re too helium inflated, you’re more of the shadow form of
the clone of the shell of the one who was done up…about four
pages ago,…you’re 9..months in your stages of growth,
..Though I grin like a dad...I’ll discipline you the same,..
I speak when I want but you just happen to be in the way,..”

Come on now, quit it man you ain't gettin' my crown/
Ain't takin' me down, just sit back and don't make a sound/
I'm takin' three battles at one time, killin' all three at one time/
Should just put you all in one rhyme, combine ya'll into one crime/
But I've broken enough rules, dealin' witt your spit fool/
I've already been standin' over your body as your blood pooled/
Go ahead and speak when ya want, I'm stayin' in the way/
But like that one guy watch what you say, and all's okay/

[pez]

Well, I didnt even wanna respond to Vexed, cause it'd didnt move me.. and Mike H comes back half-assed.. coppin out with that "I don't 8 bars" bullshit.. 4 bars and a single jab at the end.. then act like you just won cause you took stole a stick from a forest..

[Mic E]

Well, I didnt even wanna respond to Vexed, cause it'd didnt move me.. and Mike H comes back half-assed.. coppin out with that "I don't 8 bars" bullshit.. 4 bars and a single jab at the end.. then act like you just won cause you took stole a stick from a forest..

I ain't won nothin' YET. Go ahead and post.

[pez]

Relax.. you'll get yours.. don't worry.. just get the lube ready

[Mic E]

ha ha ha. Better be better then that last shit you wrote.
I'll be back soon.

[pez]

Vexed: cut like diamonds, pop like vaginas, your metaphors stink like shit, suck like vacuums, suck like your moms, blah weak sauce blah

Mike H cops out with "I dont need 8 bars", dropping 4 with a single weak jab..


i came in here to rip it for sport, flex a few bars
remembering how forum veterans traded bars and then sparred
but now Hip Hop is Dead and the forum went wit it
only find a couple of bitches, gettin' they own cooch wetted
Reppin each other up, dappin' you dudes is wiiild homo
I kick a few lines and you get all emoootional
one's Vexed spits trash, the other Mic's/mike's half ass
tag teaming ass birds, spread gay-vian flu mad fast
Vex reaches around, and Mike reciprocates
these squares don't fit in my circle so you know they gotta hate
i trampled this thread and turned practice to into sumthin else
like the fight in the new movie, Rocky, lace your face wit my belt
on Earth your rhymes' hit dirt, test your weight in outerspace
I'm Lisa Nowak hammerin 2 space dudes out they face.
i KID you not, 9 months it took for your sister to shit
if i smack shit out your sister, means i beat your nephew to bits
but you kids still young try your skill when you older
take good notes though, i killed 2 birds with a boulder


If Vex wrote that shit, every single line would say "..whoa" or some other annoying/wack adlib.. here's a tip: if you gotta TELL people it was a hot line, then it probably wasn't really a hot line

Someone make a thread in the main forum, more people need to witness this..

[Lerone]

Hmmmmm.......I kinda like that^^^^^^^^

[Mic E]

damn....................fire man, can't deny that.

However that family dissin' shit gotta stop.

Homey you shoulda' listened to those four/
I ain't playin' no more, bloods what I'm out for/
First you put in those KIDS, then lost your head/
Added another kin in, now that'll cost your head/
I've lost mine but your mind, it'll be in your lap/
We're way past rap, now it'll end witt a dirt nap/
I'm aimin' to kill, ain't tryin' to be ill or worried 'bout skill/
Fuck your punchlines, ain't nothin' funny 'bout blood spills/

Bullshit I know but hey whatever is whatever.

[didjital]

damn....................fire man, can't deny that.

However that family dissin' shit gotta stop.

Homey you shoulda' listened to those four/
I ain't playin' no more, bloods what I'm out for/
First you put in those KIDS, then lost your head/
Added another kin in, now that'll cost your head/
I've lost mine but your mind, it'll be in your lap/
We're way past rap, now it'll end witt a dirt nap/
I'm aimin' to kill, ain't tryin' to be ill or worried 'bout skill/
Fuck your punchlines, ain't nothin' funny 'bout blood spills/

Bullshit I know but hey whatever is whatever.

im laughin, at him, wack rhymes wack kid
ABC like 1 2 3, killin n blood, shits straight pussy
but something's comin u best be runnin its the didjital bitch
u best not be bluffin, cuz i come with gats and baseball bats
givin out dirt naps? i leave u in straight crap
cuz that feces pieces rubbed up on your teethes
u know u f'n need it, all night long u beat it
talkin bout KIDS? yo, ur seeds are needless

<3 one love

[Mic E]

about time more people started spittin' here.

Alright there noob welcome to the land of Kings/
Glad you jumped the ring, but you punches don't sting/
Felt a breeze with each swing, brushed off the disses/
Miss this is a man only thread, so mind your bussness/
Smack your wack raps, witt your own baseball bat/
Then steal your gat and shoot off your baseball cap/
didjital you should have stayed off of my radar's map/
Dog you ain't ready to rap, I juss killed you witt a slap/

[didjital]

about time more people started spittin' here.

Alright there noob welcome to the land of Kings/
Glad you jumped the ring, but you punches don't sting/
Felt a breeze with each swing, brushed off the disses/
Miss this is a man only thread, so mind your bussness/
Smack your wack raps, witt your own baseball bat/
Then steal your gat and shoot off your baseball cap/
didjital you should have stayed off of my radar's map/
Dog you ain't ready to rap, I juss killed you witt a slap/

bark bark woof woof mark my territory im not a noob
dude thats rude but im bakc to intrude
ur rhymes are crude and the times are new
my punches dont gotta sting hoes still suck my ding a ling
if ur the king then im the emperor
u got me wrong i havent shown my temper
if i really swing then you'll be dismembered
im didjital man i'll always be remembered

[pez]

im laughin, at him, wack rhymes wack kid
ABC like 1 2 3, killin n blood, shits straight pussy
but something's comin u best be runnin its the didjital bitch
u best not be bluffin, cuz i come with gats and baseball bats
givin out dirt naps? i leave u in straight crap
cuz that feces pieces rubbed up on your teethes
u know u f'n need it, all night long u beat it
talkin bout KIDS? yo, ur seeds are needless

<3 one love

didjital thugs talk about gun clap all in their raps
cause they can't fight in real life you really get laughs
said a whole lot of nonsense none your shit got grown logic
i got wire hangers stained with aborted lyrics more polished
on my Indiana Jones shit, playing off drama like it was nothin
got the whole crowd buzzin like 'this kid is really somethin

[Mic E]

bark bark woof woof mark my territory im not a noob
dude thats rude but im bakc to intrude
ur rhymes are crude and the times are new
my punches dont gotta sting hoes still suck my ding a ling
if ur the king then im the emperor
u got me wrong i havent shown my temper
if i really swing then you'll be dismembered
im didjital man i'll always be remembered

Man you a laugh-out loud roit, juss keep quiet/
Dog you ain't worth my spit, or gettin' violent/

You get 2 bars. Like for real wtf is that shit.

[didjital]

Man you a laugh-out loud roit, juss keep quiet/
Dog you ain't worth my spit, or gettin' violent/

You get 2 bars. Like for real wtf is that shit.


its ironic i wanted to say that first
but this lil guy beat me to the verse
yo ur replies are slow and rehearsed
its a wonder why ur not hangin vert
put your spits up on a track
notice that shit be soundin wack
you got no rhythm no hip no hop
so keep on laughin u still a flop

[pez]

Man you a laugh-out loud roit, juss keep quiet/
Dog you ain't worth my spit, or gettin' violent/

You get 2 bars. Like for real wtf is that shit.

from 8 bars to 4 bars to 2 bars? maaaaan..

went from half-ass to quarter-ass, you fag
you cop out like police hoppin out of a car
bars, lines, rhymes you cant produce shit
your whole life tactic is makin excuses to exit
I'm constantly hauntin your presence
you battle others to avoid a dose of my medicine

[didjital]

i have to admit, that shit by pez was ILL


my applause

[vexed less]

Well, I didnt even wanna respond to Vexed, cause it'd didnt move me..

say goes nigga...better keep ya rhymes soundin rel slick coz aint shit in them that be impressive.

[vexed less]

Hmmmmm.......I kinda like that^^^^^^^^

lol...bitch niggas, dick ridin...speakin:"i kinda like that"
suck on a niggas dick coz u cant fight back,
Lerone... Pez took ya freedom,
scared so u prop the bitch who diss had u fleein man

[vexed less]

i laugh up; near passed out,…cant settle wats sadder….
…Pez posin as a rapper, or the rapper character he act up,/
Pez that fake nigga, the false fact claimer,/
that rhyme u played out wasnt worth the whole night u stayed up,….i slay ya/

no hoper, slow flowin….dukes mind rel primitive,/
wat sorta joke boasts skill but still cant deliver it,…. u a little kid/
Fuck a diss nigga… my rhymes straight dismiss u,/
Agitate a nigga…like the crabs that itch that puss u piss through,/

[Mic E]

from 8 bars to 4 bars to 2 bars? maaaaan..

went from half-ass to quarter-ass, you fag
you cop out like police hoppin out of a car
bars, lines, rhymes you cant produce shit
your whole life tactic is makin excuses to exit
I'm constantly hauntin your presence
you battle others to avoid a dose of my medicine


Dog he juss wasn't worth eight, to easily ate/
Well you're a full meal but still I'll clear my plate/
See you spittin' six bars, but still leavin' no scars/
Ain't avoidin' you at all, it's just you're behind so far/
The reason you hauntin' me 'cause you already dead/
See your ghostly presence floatin' witt a hollow head/

[pez]

i laugh up; near passed out,…cant settle wats sadder….
…Pez posin as a rapper, or the rapper character he act up,/
Pez that fake nigga, the false fact claimer,/
that rhyme u played out wasnt worth the whole night u stayed up,….i slay ya/

no hoper, slow flowin….dukes mind rel primitive,/
wat sorta joke boasts skill but still cant deliver it,…. u a little kid/
Fuck a diss nigga… my rhymes straight dismiss u,/
Agitate a nigga…like the crabs that itch that puss u piss through,/

seriously, just look at that piece of shit rhyme.. wtf

I feel like
trump airing out Rosie, your rhyme's a dispicable mess
you actually got the gall to post that shit front like you just went?
you climbed to the top of an ant hill at the foot of Everest
then you boast bout how were at the top lookin down all over it
you dismiss? shit, if I diss miss you'll find your limp chick
bukkake her face, chest, ass loose cause I dipped it
stick your finger in it and get another taste of my flow, whoa
you wipe my seed from your lips then act like we don't know (cue Vex's mean mug but with nervous eyes)

c'mon man.. I'm going to start charging points for me to post in here.. I think you guys are just replying with bullshit to see my rhymes..

[didjital]

mike.. h.. is a concierge,
but a lackin one so unprepared

be... ware.. he be scared

might piss his pants but.. he.. dare

to battle... but he gets cut up like cattle
got no flava, save yo self... no raps can save ya, behave yo self
u'll lose your health, n u neva had wealth

times up retire get off the thread, else history will be teachin that this nigguh got dead

[vexed less]

man aint a response needed for that lame shit Pez....
i mean u thinkin everyone elses shit is wack?.... talk about the pot callin the kettle black.
come wid sumin other then candy ass raps then ill hit u back...
1

[vexed less]

i mean.... shit nigga u think ur shits so hot? make a thread showin the 'hot' posts u made n the ones they opposed, in the main forum....let other cats see how lame u be.
lol

[pez]

from what planet are you posting from? On Earth, shit falls down... reckless denial..

[vexed less]

okay ....

proud of ya rhymes? ur pride deprives u of shame;…
….the exact same thing that would prevent the lame posts u layin, /
leave u subtle, rel humble, no more talk,/
laugh my ass off, sounds like ur every rap is a last resort,/

the words u speak; real cheap, way stupid,/
fake thug college student,… homie stay hopin u safe in uni,/
killin of arrogant children, chillin ill ;I build suspense,/
…Pez reading this shit, edge of his chair his sits,/

came in the thread thinking that u shakin up shit,/
only made me shake my head….like ”damn, aint a man- u a kid”,/
no motives he got, so attentions wat im guessin he wants,/
ill degrade u, but be greatful I let u think ur shit was worth a response/

[vexed less]

....n make that thread in the main forum....let otha niggas judge how much skill u got.
coz aint no nigga thinkin ur skills is straight fire man...u lucky to be average.
1

[Lerone]

lol...bitch niggas, dick ridin...speakin:"i kinda like that"
suck on a niggas dick coz u cant fight back,
Lerone... Pez took ya freedom,
scared so u prop the bitch who diss had u fleein man


After hearing this from one of the jesters in the room below, Lerone had a puzzled look on his face. Feeling confused at the statement, Lerone leaned on the edge of the well-shaped opening once again and said ….

“………………………………………………..You
Need to call it quits..talkin’ bout dicks….when it was even
stated in the rules that YOU typed…to prop niggas,…
Puss-slash-dickhopper,..Bush-slash-flip flopper,
Ever heard of Spell Check? What the fuck is “rel” Vex?
..Puttin’ “whoa” after wack lines..mad times,…you
need to play..silent like them dots before you type it,..
..I got a life…then I come in here to type,…you the
type to type what asscheeks..spit…with skill the size of a clit,..”

[pez]

okay ....

proud of ya rhymes? ur pride deprives u of shame;…
….the exact same thing that would prevent the lame posts u layin, /
leave u subtle, rel humble, no more talk,/
laugh my ass off, sounds like ur every rap is a last resort,/

the words u speak; real cheap, way stupid,/
fake thug college student,… homie stay hopin u safe in uni,/
killin of arrogant children, chillin ill ;I build suspense,/
…Pez reading this shit, edge of his chair his sits,/

came in the thread thinking that u shakin up shit,/
only made me shake my head….like ”damn, aint a man- u a kid”,/
no motives he got, so attentions wat im guessin he wants,/
ill degrade u, but be greatful I let u think ur shit was worth a response/

Chump's mad that I ain't biggin' him up.. I'll big you up once you write something worth biggin'.. one concession I'll give is that Mike H hit with that "KID" line on his 4 bar shit.. I ain't mad.. this is the Internet.. I can't believe people are pissed cause I won't give you some make believe points.. what the fuck you saving up the points for? you think you're going to one day finally afford to buy that house?


The name Vex is a really fitting tribute to you
I'm thinking to myself and you should tell me the truth
do you get mad at your own blood for being too red?
or you get sad at the corpses for being too dead?
then why you throwing tantrums paintin me the devil
and the asking why Pez's rap battles ain't being too civil
you should go to school and open to page 32
third line down there's a big picture of you
it states rap battles is about gettin clout and shine
and a hater is when you mad that I'm gettin mine


I finally followed your rules, Vex.. where's my points!?.. dap me, rep me.. pleeeaase.. you fuckin cheese monkey

Here's something fun for the kids:
If you think the red/dead metaphor was too lame, you can swap that out with this:

can you get mad at tanks for being too loud?
or mad that black panthers are being too proud?

whatever your preference is.. remember everyone, it's all about Vex.. we all know how she get when she's upstaged in her own thread.. I got you, bro

[Mic E]

one concession I'll give is that Mike H hit with that "KID" line on his 4 bar shit

I thought it was ill too. hope ya ain't mad 'cause that shit ain't really got me mad that you said


A little somethin'

Since the rules no longer apply, all you fucks about to die/
Hope you fucks all pray to the sky, 'cause the new devils got blue eyes/
And a new outlook on life, not to mention my brand new knife/
Takin' out everybody in my way, say bye to your kids and wife/

[vexed less]

After hearing this from one of the jesters in the room below, Lerone had a puzzled look on his face. Feeling confused at the statement, Lerone leaned on the edge of the well-shaped opening once again and said ….

“………………………………………………..You
Need to call it quits..talkin’ bout dicks….when it was even
stated in the rules that YOU typed…to prop niggas,…
Puss-slash-dickhopper,..Bush-slash-flip flopper,
Ever heard of Spell Check? What the fuck is “rel” Vex?
..Puttin’ “whoa” after wack lines..mad times,…you
need to play..silent like them dots before you type it,..
..I got a life…then I come in here to type,…you the
type to type what asscheeks..spit…with skill the size of a clit,..”


aint gotta life nigga…daylong on ur comp; talking hard,/
nerd ass nigga…u practically got every arcade game award,/
so don’t act like u got sumin to be doin,/
like I knowin that ouside ya house is the place u aint goin,/

spell-checkin, stale kickin wack rhymer,/
I be stayin on top, like how I climb up on ya momma,/
why dare to diss the best lyricist..
tales u telling of how a ‘nursery rhyme persona’ nigga is,/

[pez]

never mad.. the whole point of an internet forum is just entertain ourselves..

[vexed less]

Chump's mad that I ain't biggin' him up..
I finally followed your rules, Vex.. where's my points!?.. dap me, rep me.. pleeeaase.. you fuckin cheese monkey

whatever your preference is.. remember everyone, it's all about Vex.. we all know how she get when she's upstaged in her own thread.. I got you, bro

never upstaged nigga,...n aint never asked to be propped niether?
aint no need to get sentimental...touchy ass niggas.....always talkin shit man


sittin, grin widen; he smiling,... eyein the screen; rel cocky,/
but niggas who neglect respect dont get no proppin,/
Vexed never levelled…stayin two steps ahead,/
like askin question in his flows proves the bullshit being said,/

trippin,….thinkin u kickin rhymes designed for intellects,/
may be talented…but great minds don’t show no ignorance,/
…since u quick jumpin to outcomes; ready statin conclusions,/
u provin ur own arrogance, my paramounts elusive,/
stupid; blind to my skill,… homie all u see is ur own,/
but wats the use of me commin correct if i cant connect with who im showin?,/
reasons why ima keep shit simple, easy so u can understand/
how a fool get schooled n why he aint get propped for the pop flows he layin,/

[pez]

never upstaged nigga,...n aint never asked to be propped?
aint no need to get sentimental...touchy ass niggas.....


sittin, grin widen; he smiling,…his screen he eyein; rel cocky,/
but niggas who neglect respect dont get no proppin,/
Vexed never levelled…stayin two steps ahead,/
like askin question in his flows proves the bullshit being said,/

trippin,….thinkin u kickin rhymes of intellects,/
may be talented…but great minds don’t show no ignorance,/
…since u quick jumpin to outcomes; ready statin conclusions,/
u provin ur own arrogance, my paramounts elusive,/
stupid; blind to my skill,… homie all u see is ur own,/
but wats the use of me commin correct if i cant connect with who im showin?,/
reasons why ima keep shit simple, easy so u can understand/
how a fool get schooled n why he aint get propped for the pop flows he layin,/

SPANIARD! SPANIARD! SPANIARD! SPANIARD!
Are you not entertained?!
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?

yes, I'm feeling myself, i'm my own masseuse
you were the perfect crutch to give it a boost
and if you dont think you're that your rhymes the shit,
then rework your rhymes cause that means they ain't legit
if you don't believe in yourself, then who'll believe the shit you that you kick
my skills are cocky and very arrogant, but my real life I'm quite the opposite

ain't TRY to rhyme intellect, but it rubs off rhymes when i spit
Devry ain't mad at Harvard, just accept what you are, bitch
you're not up to par with the kid that got cats scared to post
I'm not the best but I'm better than most, better than you, 8 bars is the dose
rhymes flow down your throat, rhymes already got at your kid,
you're over your prescription, you JUST LIKE Anna Nicole Smith

Son, You lost like anna nicole smith.. a kid then an OD.. please don't do this to yourself, man.. how much can you take?

[vexed less]

^^^nawww man....
i gotta admit all ur other disses were crazy...but that aint even make me wanna respond....ima let that one slide...
peace

[pez]

nah doggie, you need to read that again:



yes, I'm feeling myself, i'm my own masseuse
you were the perfect crutch to give it a boost
and if you dont think you're that your rhymes the shit,
then rework your rhymes cause that means they ain't legit
if you don't believe in yourself, then who'll believe the shit you that you kick
my skills are cocky and very arrogant, but my real life I'm quite the opposite

ain't TRY to rhyme intellect, but it rubs off rhymes when i spit
Devry ain't mad at Harvard, just accept what you are, bitch
you're not up to par with the kid that got cats scared to post
I'm not the best but I'm better than most, better than you, 8 bars is the dose
rhymes flow down your throat, rhymes already got at your kid,
you're over your prescription, you JUST LIKE Anna Nicole Smith


hit you with 5 deadly venoms of battle already.. disrespect, logic, knowledge, current affairs, and a whole lot of WHOA.. I came and deaded the thread.. noone wants to follow this.. it's time for you to face the facts too.. you're just not fuckin with the kid.. you need to punch UP to get at my knees.. Didnt I drop a boulder on you 3 pages ago? You need to unruffle your feathers and reevaluate your life's direction cause this isn't your calling..

Pez signing off day 2 as a rapper..

[vexed less]

^^^lol... u a funny nigga,
but shit.....i mean each to they own opinion, u thinkin u killed it? thats cool kid,
but thats an oppinion that dont means shit to me....so keep doin ya thing...

[pez]

so i was thinking what to do since everyone's dead
dead MCs littered the floor that's stained blood red
i remembered Rakim once said you can KILL EM AGAIN
i get haitian jack to do voodoo and bring you back
then as soon your eyes open up i count to ten
just as you realize what happened, I KILL YOU AGAIN
now you're at a scene that we ain't never been
black ash covered the sky, at your feet is hellfire
you're at hell's 8th level, and you look at the devil
but he looks like me, "so pez was the demon feignin for me"
I go "nah, after i killed you, i killed myself"
"why?", "to meet you here and KILL YOU AGAIN!"


This thread got nothing but talking dead people.. where the real rhyme stars at?

[T-rade]

Pez, since you've only said negative things about us in here (as far as i've seen) them who do you think actually is good

[pez]

Vex has a nice rhyme scheme but if it's about a battle he's gotta hit.. and I'm just saying the rest of that shit to be mean.. cause that's what battle's about.. from the intro to outro.. dishearten, burn, and leave em dead..

Seriously though, I think us as newbies, we gotta say something different.. i mean, everyone rhyming about spit, lips, holes, and shit.. it's fucking boring..

I hit em with "ant hills at the foot of Everest" type rhymes.. but that's my personal thing.. that type of shit will wobble my mind.. the other shit don't move me.. if it's the same old killer shit, i'll listen to D-Block who know how to do it well instead of reading this thread.. I mean come different

[pez]

And c'mon.. I said ya'll are pussies and that you're scared to rhyme, and then you back down! That's nuts.. noone's going to come harder? The Nas board fell hard yo..

Where's Stu Top Dude?.. he'd fuck your fav rapper up with his shit..

Want to know another thing?.. no bullshit.. I never rhymed before in my life before this.. but when I saw people going at it in here, I said fuck it, I think I can hang here since it's just jokes

[Mic E]

so i was thinking what to do since everyone's dead
dead MCs littered the floor that's stained blood red
i remembered Rakim once said you can KILL EM AGAIN
i get haitian jack to do voodoo and bring you back
then as soon your eyes open up i count to ten
just as you realize what happened, I KILL YOU AGAIN
now you're at a scene that we ain't never been
black ash covered the sky, at your feet is hellfire
you're at hell's 8th level, and you look at the devil
but he looks like me, "so pez was the demon feignin for me"
I go "nah, after i killed you, i killed myself"
"why?", "to meet you here and KILL YOU AGAIN!"


This thread got nothing but talking dead people.. where the real rhyme stars at




Pez I musta' knock you stupid and blind last time we met/
Nah dog I ain't dead, that's somethin' you should sweat/
Your spit's only gettin' you wet, dog I still ain't felt it yet/
Man you're like the homeless, wishin' attention you'd get/
So you said some shit, lookin' juss to catch wind static for it/
But you almost came close to catchin' automatics for spit/
I'm actually glad that my temper don't command me/
'Cause pez you'd be lookin' just like you dispense candy/

[T-rade]

And c'mon.. I said ya'll are pussies and that you're scared to rhyme, and then you back down! That's nuts.. noone's going to come harder? The Nas board fell hard yo..

Where's Stu Top Dude?.. he'd fuck your fav rapper up with his shit..

Want to know another thing?.. no bullshit.. I never rhymed before in my life before this.. but when I saw people going at it in here, I said fuck it, I think I can hang here since it's just jokes

I know Stu, been on the board since like December 03

[pez]

I never see Stu on this board.. GOAT poster ever.. I mean that guy's genius would spread rumors to all the top boards and sites.. he'd post fake lyrics and it'd spread everywhere cause everyone thought they were real.. he was nice

Mike, did you say something?

[Mic E]

I never see Stu on this board.. GOAT poster ever.. I mean that guy's genius would spread rumors to all the top boards and sites.. he'd post fake lyrics and it'd spread everywhere cause everyone thought they were real.. he was nice

Mike, did you say something?

Here I'll say again,
Pez I musta' knock you stupid and blind last time we met/
Nah dog I ain't dead, that's somethin' you should sweat/
Your spit's only gettin' you wet, dog I still ain't felt it yet/
Man you're like the homeless, wishin' attention you'd get/
So you said some shit, lookin' juss to catch wind static for it/
But you almost came close to catchin' automatics for spit/
I'm actually glad that my temper don't command me/
'Cause pez you'd be lookin' just like you dispense candy/

[T-rade]

Pez I musta' knock you stupid and blind last time we met/
Nah dog I ain't dead, that's somethin' you should sweat/
Your spit's only gettin' you wet, dog I still ain't felt it yet/
Man you're like the homeless, wishin' attention you'd get/
So you said some shit, lookin' juss to catch wind static for it/
But you almost came close to catchin' automatics for spit/
I'm actually glad that my temper don't command me/
'Cause pez you'd be lookin' just like you dispense candy/

You should've done that, and i should smack you mute
Like I Need Money, you are a broke stripping dude
My ex said i eat funny, so prepare to die hilarious
I'm almost sleeping, i ain't even serious
If i was born in the 30's i could've been a Hitler Jugend
But I would've been too sick, killing they wouldn't let me do it
Even if you came hard, i wouldn't feel, cause i can't feel pain
And i Rule this thread ironfisted like Saddam Hussein

[T-rade]

I never see Stu on this board.. GOAT poster ever.. I mean that guy's genius would spread rumors to all the top boards and sites.. he'd post fake lyrics and it'd spread everywhere cause everyone thought they were real.. he was nice

Mike, did you say something?

Stu was insane, even danish hiphop media was talking bout that 2 mil beat he said nas had copped. And his conspiracy theories was fucking crazy, we seriously need him on here, he would kill this thread

[Mic E]

Hey Pez quit bein' a bitch, quit hidin' like a rat/
If I'm dead then do it again, where your gun at/

[pez]

yawn..

[Mic E]

Whatever

[Shadowapocalypse]

Seems like Mike keep gettin' into some sticky predicaments.....

I'll blow up yo spot, like some T.N.T./
Hooked to a game of Twister, nicca, you call me Mister/
Rogers come through ya neighborhood in fact/
To attack a wack cat, Mike H wit lead caps/
Lyrically I spit at thee, then double dare you to get at me/
On some old school, 5th grade sh**, like all your similes/
One false move, and it's over/
Spit that sh**, I seen iller rhymes come from Big Bird and Grover/

[Mic E]

Seems like Mike keep gettin' into some sticky predicaments.....

I'll blow up yo spot, like some T.N.T./
Hooked to a game of Twister, nicca, you call me Mister/
Rogers come through ya neighborhood in fact/
To attack a wack cat, Mike H wit lead caps/
Lyrically I spit at thee, then double dare you to get at me/
On some old school, 5th grade sh**, like all your similes/
One false move, and it's over/
Spit that sh**, I seen iller rhymes come from Big Bird and Grover/

Well, well...............

Look who finally left the shadows, but forgot death behind/
Jumpin' me once again witt bad flow, wastin' breath but he rhymed/
He tried his hardest, but he's like boxin' the darkness/
Dog I'll leave you heartless, 'cause I'm a surgeon artist/
You always seem to duck back in, faster then you did attackin'/
Right after you see your skills lackin', in rap but great at actin'/
You ain't real dog nothin' you dealt, was ever really felt/
And the only way you'd ever get it, is if I hit ya with the belt/

The last bar si iffy but whatever.

[Mic E]

Bring it pez. don't be scared.

[Shadowapocalypse]

*Ice Cream Plays*

Yo, yo, yo, yo

While you worried about Pez, you need to take note/
Of the abominable flowman under the cloak/
You call yourself a surgeon kid?/
I got that one way ticket to the O.R. wit broken ribs/
Change H to Lowery, you'd be a Bad Boy/
Catch you at the Mart lookin' for Tin convoys/
Lyrically I bring the Law, Rence my hands of murder/
Choke ya O2 like bad catalytic converters/

[vexed less]

^^^this ones at u Sephiroth.....lol

no enigma,…i figure out… unravel any riddles u wriggle up,/
leave u without a pot to piss in, n no window to tip it out,/
I determine ur status, figure whether wat u rap is straight slammin or wack man,/
n since I sense some anger ima bang up ya rap dream,/
an accountant? Im founding them figures u sortin out,/
to think a piece of green printed paper’s worth more than for wat u account,/
chosen choices, I voice this…reduce wack produces with sick joints,/
just for the record…. I proberly propped u more than half ur rep points,/


hit me back man....

[Mic E]

While you worried about Pez, you need to take note/
Of the abominable flowman under the cloak/
You call yourself a surgeon kid?/
I got that one way ticket to the O.R. wit broken ribs/
Change H to Lowery, you'd be a Bad Boy/
Catch you at the Mart lookin' for Tin convoys/
Lyrically I bring the Law, Rence my hands of murder/
Choke ya O2 like bad catalytic converters/


Just like what's his name you ain't no worry/
I'll end ya in a hurry, witt a flurry of words G/
I'm actually shock you stayed out to play/
Juss long enough to get layed out today/
None of your waste of breath was hot/
Broken ribs heal dog, death does not/
All spit got you, was caught up in a snaumi/
Dog you can't harm me 'cause you not me/
Your movie spit, I'll admit the shit was amusin'/
I'm still laughin' 'n' want the drugs you abusin'/
What you doin', thats confusin' your mental state/
I'll crack your head open leave ya witt a metal plate/
Dislocate your bottle from your head 'n' shoulder's/
I'm a General dog, witt an army to put lead 'n' soldiers/
But I'm puttin' my own work in, hurtin' you for fun/
You shoulda' stayed out the sun, I'm burnin you, your done/

[pez]

last week I had to leave from boredom,
come back to find the train ain't leave the station
you half-ass rappers laying down tracks to nowhere
yo, I'm the third rail, you too frail to go there
plus you can't touch it. the power's too much, kid
you couldnt move a girl with pearls
I move trains through girls
pickin up your lady at her station
only to find you ain't break her hymen

[M.JaY]

last week I had to leave from boredom,
come back to find the train ain't leave the station
you half-ass rappers laying down tracks to nowhere
yo, I'm the third rail, you too frail to go there
plus you can't touch it. the power's too much, kid
you couldnt move a girl with pearls
I move trains through girls
pickin up your lady at her station
only to find you ain't break her hymen



Yo, anywhere I go them hammers is gone come
Ya skills is suspect like the father of Anna Nicole's son
Talking 'bout breaking hymens, son i take ya freak home
And fuck her in the face till I break her cheek bones
Call you on my sleek phone and address you in a bleek tone
Why you rapping about ya power when you just a weak clone?
What kinda name is pez? Nigga I treads thru ya threads
With led, and give you 14 pellet shots to the head! Fool gimmie my cred!

[Mic E]

Yo, anywhere I go them hammers is gone come
Ya skills is suspect like the father of Anna Nicole's son
Talking 'bout breaking hymens, son i take ya freak home
And fuck her in the face till I break her cheek bones
Call you on my sleek phone and address you in a bleek tone
Why you rapping about ya power when you just a weak clone?
What kinda name is pez? Nigga I treads thru ya threads
With led, and give you 14 pellet shots to the head! Fool gimmie my cred!

That shit's ill man.

[pez]

Yo, anywhere I go them hammers is gone come
Ya skills is suspect like the father of Anna Nicole's son
Talking 'bout breaking hymens, son i take ya freak home
And fuck her in the face till I break her cheek bones
Call you on my sleek phone and address you in a bleek tone
Why you rapping about ya power when you just a weak clone?
What kinda name is pez? Nigga I treads thru ya threads
With led, and give you 14 pellet shots to the head! Fool gimmie my cred!


you Came into the thread talking hammers and mallets
only to find you were talking bout guns with pellets
I'll tuck the pellet gun into your casket
then autograph it and take out anyone close to this bastard
beat your father down, and take him off the respirator
fuck your mother up, i mean sex on the elevator
mush the rest of the family into a sausage,
feed them to your dogs raw make them nauseous
walk em down the block and bag up the dog shit
light it on fire on the gay neighbor's doorstep
then tell the world your fam got stomped out by faggots
Pez got you spinnin in your grave from flesh to maggots

[vexed less]

^^^
this should be good....Pez vs. the self proclaimed 'lyricist of the year' M.Jay...
see who takes the cake...

[Mic E]

So who's left to get hit with some lefts and rights?/
I smashed 'what's his name', but it wasn't a fare fight/
I sent shadow back to the dark, now he's allergic to the light/
So who's next to try 'n' bark, best make sure your spit got bite/
Mine's always been toxic, even when it's basic the talk's sick/
If rap had a one, best believe I be the number one draft pick/
Ain't a single dude here, that I fear when it comes to this/
Ya'll don't wanna f*ck around, 'cause with spit comes my fist/
If that don't shut ya up, then like my wit my blade'll gut ya'll out/
TRUEly ya'll don't know me 'n' I don't give a f*ck what ya'll 'bout/
The slums have made me a little crazy, only thing livin's little babies/
It's not good to try 'n' play me, 'cause beef of mine be dyin' daily/
Ain't no 'well maybe', if I say it best believe the shit gonna happen/
Trust me I ain't just rappin', my rap pen ain't my only weapon/
Fuck what hood you reppin', ain't no place I won't go steppin'/
And yeah I'm a white boy but I ain't some rich dude from Aspen/
I'm a broke bloke but folks I ain't some kind of damn comedian/
And fuck the sterotype, I ain't one of those friendly Canadians/


Not really a battle rap I guess, but I think it's sick.

[M.JaY]

you Came into the thread talking hammers and mallets
only to find you were talking bout guns with pellets
I'll tuck the pellet gun into your casket
then autograph it and take out anyone close to this bastard
beat your father down, and take him off the respirator
fuck your mother up, i mean sex on the elevator
mush the rest of the family into a sausage,
feed them to your dogs raw make them nauseous
walk em down the block and bag up the dog shit
light it on fire on the gay neighbor's doorstep
then tell the world your fam got stomped out by faggots
Pez got you spinnin in your grave from flesh to maggots

I got the revolver & the pound; Why should i bother with this clown?
Talking reckless about beating my father to the ground
End up sprayed by the chrome
Ya father is already dead; he was the 1st nigger the government tested the AIDS virus on
I know it hurts you cause its heinous
Ya pops tongue kissing faggots, walked in a hospital room and birthed you from his anus
I'm on my grind getting paychecks fool
While you parading the streets with posters trying to make gay sex cool
Acting like you spray Teck tools
But if i put the heat to ya nose you'll be shaking out them Payless shoes

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Why you talking bout heaters when u never seen one?
MJay's niggaz say, "Whenever we got heaters, we never see son!"
And word, I admit I'm sick...from writing so much, I got carpal tunnel
MJay's sick from sucking niggaz off...and he call THAT the art of hustle?
Oh well, I guess to each his own, really
But how the fuck you claim to be a baller, yet gayer than John Amaechi?
I should let my cannons heat thee, make ya insides breezy
I'm laughing how u got defeated by a nigga sweeter than "P-E-Z"
Kicko, so I suggest you be easy
Or the last lettes you'll hear when I point that mack is B-E-Z.....

[Shadowapocalypse]

Wow, Mike H, Pez, Lazerscope, MjAY, y'all are wilin'.....

Ill sh** y'all....

Let's goooooooo!

[M.JaY]

Why you talking bout heaters when u never seen one?
MJay's niggaz say, "Whenever we got heaters, we never see son!"
And word, I admit I'm sick...from writing so much, I got carpal tunnel
MJay's sick from sucking niggaz off...and he call THAT the art of hustle?
Oh well, I guess to each his own, really
But how the fuck you claim to be a baller, yet gayer than John Amaechi?
I should let my cannons heat thee, make ya insides breezy
I'm laughing how u got defeated by a nigga sweeter than "P-E-Z"
Kicko, so I suggest you be easy
Or the last lettes you'll hear when I point that mack is B-E-Z.....

Look, I dont know why they call you Lazer scope
But I know how you let them flaming faggots in hot pink pants blaze ya throat
Your weak rhymes lack truth, so please let the crack loose
You thinking you Pa-poose but dripping with wack juice
I think you got carpal tunnel from beating ya dick fast
Never getting no hoes unless you eating the chick's ass
Saying i dont see gats but you never seen a bitch in ya bed
You snitch to the FEDS thats why the doctors have to stitch up ya head
I never claimed to be rich with the bread
But I clicks wit the led and my boys lay you in a ditch with the dead
You stay switching ya legs, getting sucked by Lance Bass
I stay in sync with the burners; the pellets make you dance fast
Now you just another bitter vet torn
Turn off ya PC and stop massaging ya meat to internet porn

[vexed less]

talkin foul; i spoke of wild behaviour,/
u gun speakin; dum thinkin, trippin off them lies u made up,/
best lyricist?…homie u only voicin lies, dummy,/
u got lame game like Nelly…St.Lou aint be cool since ‘must be the money’,/
aint a block u walk, caught out…the truth gets u heated,/
aint no guns son, couldn’t even spray graffiti,/
niggas exposed, bluff talkers, corners aint where ya see him,/
u frontin, nufin u gots is hot so u couldnt ever hold heat kid?,/

[Mic E]

talkin foul; i spoke of wild behaviour,/
u gun speakin; dum thinkin, trippin off them lies u made up,/
best lyricist?…homie u only voicin lies, dummy,/
u got lame game like Nelly…St.Lou aint be cool since ‘must be the money’,/
aint a block u walk, caught out…the truth gets u heated,/
aint no guns son, couldn’t even spray graffiti,/
niggas exposed, bluff talkers, corners aint where ya see him,/
u frontin, nufin u gots is hot so u couldnt ever hold heat kid?,/

that shit's awesome

[Mic E]

All you guys gotta quit playin' yourselves/
Ya'll ain't got no guns or anythin' else/
The 'else' be balls, ya'll juss pussy cats/
Bitches actin' pushy witt weak battle raps/
Talkin' gat's, your bra's all you got strapped/
Ya could put on syran and still not be wRAPped/
Juss leave this spit shit, to the pro's who know flow/
Rap for ya'll's a no go, you've never had one that's even so so/

Word

[pez]

MJay showboatin, but he's spittin at the ocean
i got the killer's conscious, you just saying nonsense
sayin any old shit jus to make it rhyme
I spit like a cobra, give your face a new design
peelin the skin back then up dose higher
steady exfoliatin till you look like Ghost Rider
I arm hammers to spit acid at this baking soda MC
to fizzle your style, this reaction is proven chemically*
M.Jay battlin another wack MC to see who's liver
like we give a flying fuck if you spittin' on saliva
lazerscope rappin killer shit to sound sicker
but the truth is a lazerscope aint got no trigger
a lazerscope is only an accessory for real weapons
it just points out targets so you're another snitch bitch steppin
and if i pull my pocket inside out, you'd grip it for protection
these 2 weak MCs using their tongues to play tug of war
Vex jumps right in to make it a menage a trois
and Mike's all mad cause he's stays gettin ignored
his piss poor game isn't up to par to make it four


*for the weak minded: (acid + baking soda = a lot of fizzle)

[didjital]

All you guys gotta quit playin' yourselves/
Ya'll ain't got no guns or anythin' else/
The 'else' be balls, ya'll juss pussy cats/
Bitches actin' pushy witt weak battle raps/
Talkin' gat's, your bra's all you got strapped/
Ya could put on syran and still not be wRAPped/
Juss leave this spit shit, to the pro's who know flow/
Rap for ya'll's a no go, you've never had one that's even so so/

Word

so lets imagine mike h's vision
we are bitches n he's omnicient
according to his story his rhyme's are nice
but its boring yo i heard this rhyme twice
from his first track on the latest album
jay z already displayed this talent
and what about the guns u fucked up on valium?
hope not man sawed off's how i have em

[Mic E]

so lets imagine mike h's vision
we are bitches n he's omnicient
according to his story his rhyme's are nice
but its boring yo i heard this rhyme twice
from his first track on the latest album
jay z already displayed this talent
and what about the guns u fucked up on valium?
hope not man sawed off's how i have em

Don't know how to take this/
Is it props or is it just a bad diss/
Comparin' me to Jay-Z, well thank you/
Round here #1's where I rank dude/
Ahead of all and now I'm lappin' you, shit/
Barely read your spit, started nappin' threw it/
Dog it was better then any sleepin' pill/
Man everythin' I be spittin's deep 'n' ill/
Nah I ain't high man, juss above your head/
Keep talkin' shit and grass'll be above your bed/
Death's what I bring to bitch ass emcee's/
And you by far worse then any of them be/

[vexed less]

Didjital this at u kid......

didjital be that petty rhymer, i respond outa pity,/
coz if i aint comment that shit no one would even known u've been spittin,/
fool i thank-you..ya 'nursery rhyme' lines remind me of grade school,/
this M.C's only homie...so why u even play fo,/
fuck Didjital Productions, for the revolution? ...naw..never,/
i checked out that site, aint a tight beat been seen there ever,/
see...i aint even spittin hard, hittin at u soft,/
coz i see u just a little dude, n i aint tryin ta scared u off,/

[Mic E]

and Mike's all mad cause he's stays gettin ignored
his piss poor game isn't up to par to make it four

Man you juss mad 'cause you hated by the board/
And I get the props you seem so desparate for/
Don't care if I'm ignored, I ain't some attention whore/
Unlike you I'm respected and that makes you sore/
If I suck so much then why'd you spit my name/
I juss think you jealous you can't do it the same/
Juss like everybody else you wanna be like Mike/
But you can't so you juss whine 'n' act all ladylike/

[T-rade]

didjital be that petty rhymer, i respond outa pity,/
coz if i aint comment that shit no one would even known u've been spittin,/
fool i thank-you..ya 'nursery rhyme' lines remind me of grade school,/
this M.C's only homie...so why u even play fo,/
fuck Didjital Productions, for the revolution? ...naw..never,/
i checked out that site, aint a tight beat been seen there ever,/
see...i aint even spittin hard, hittin at u soft,/
coz i see u just a little dude, n i aint tryin ta scared u off,/

My new crew are popular like Gin And Tonic
T-rade And Wordless is oxymoronic
Just like Vexed and rhyme skills
I'm so smart i call my lines for mind drills
Glad you remember Grade School, that where i'll send you
You be dissin Didjital, tho you know he'll bend you
over the table, and he don't do that to show me love
This valentines day, he'll please a lil wanna be aussie thug

[vexed less]

My new crew are popular like Gin And Tonic
T-rade And Wordless is oxymoronic
Just like Vexed and rhyme skills
I'm so smart i call my lines for mind drills
Glad you remember Grade School, that where i'll send you
You be dissin Didjital, tho you know he'll bend you
over the table, and he don't do that to show me love
This valentines day, he'll please a lil wanna be aussie thug

lmao.....thats twice u been spittin them personals...
damn man i should have seen that commin...lol
any way T ima hit u back later today.....ul get urs mafuka.
peace.

[T-rade]

lmao.....thats twice u been spittin them personals...
damn man i should have seen that commin...lol
any way T ima hit u back later today.....ul get urs mafuka.
peace.

You heard my story, feel free to use anything from it to get at me. Lol.
But you know, you said it yourself, you don't like Australia, so i have to use that, and also aussie rhymes with me

[M.JaY]

talkin foul; i spoke of wild behaviour,/
u gun speakin; dum thinkin, trippin off them lies u made up,/
best lyricist?…homie u only voicin lies, dummy,/
u got lame game like Nelly…St.Lou aint be cool since ‘must be the money’,/
aint a block u walk, caught out…the truth gets u heated,/
aint no guns son, couldn’t even spray graffiti,/
niggas exposed, bluff talkers, corners aint where ya see him,/
u frontin, nufin u gots is hot so u couldnt ever hold heat kid?,/

Haha, nice shit. I should have known someone would rip on me being from St. Louis. That Nelly shit was a nice punch. LOL.

[vexed less]

My new crew are popular like Gin And Tonic
T-rade And Wordless is oxymoronic
Just like Vexed and rhyme skills
I'm so smart i call my lines for mind drills
Glad you remember Grade School, that where i'll send you
You be dissin Didjital, tho you know he'll bend you
over the table, and he don't do that to show me love
This valentines day, he'll please a lil wanna be aussie thug


^^^

sickest wid game, styles; I flaunt em fully,/
T-Rade be that B grade rapper yappin rel fluent,/
still naggin, skill lackin…ur whole flows so meager,/
deficient in quantity n quality... u aint got neither,/
I gots an aussie possi n any pussy we plunder,
…just jealous coz u could neva be big ‘down under’,/
yep…real ill, sickest skill in the pacific,/
now I aint even gonna get specific on u or ur ‘boy kissin’ explicits,/

[T-rade]

^^^

sickest wid game, styles; I flaunt em fully,/
T-Rade be that B grade rapper yappin rel fluent,/
still naggin, skill lackin…ur whole flows so meager,/
deficient in quantity n quality... u aint got neither,/
I gots an aussie possi n any pussy we plunder,
…just jealous coz u could neva be big ‘down under’,/
yep…real ill, sickest skill in the pacific,/
now I aint even gonna get specific on u or ur ‘boy kissin’ explicits,/

You envy, wanna feel the lips of another man
What pussy? You only switch from one hand to another hand
Vexed, sex life failure
And no im not blowing in wack ass Australia
Big down under? You wish you was down and under BIG L (R.I.P) <- gone 8 years now
You are in the pacific, im in the atmosphere with sick skills
You say i lack skill, you lack congruens
Fuckingwith T is like fucking with Hitler - same consequence

[didjital]

^^^

sickest wid game, styles; I flaunt em fully,/
T-Rade be that B grade rapper yappin rel fluent,/
still naggin, skill lackin…ur whole flows so meager,/
deficient in quantity n quality... u aint got neither,/
I gots an aussie possi n any pussy we plunder,
…just jealous coz u could neva be big ‘down under’,/
yep…real ill, sickest skill in the pacific,/
now I aint even gonna get specific on u or ur ‘boy kissin’ explicits,/

what u flauntin vexed less spit less often
ur raps are wack n they belong in a coffin,
under the ground nigga dig yourself a hole
im the newest sound u shoulda found a new role
cuz your life's a waste but dont end it in haste
u lackin traits, but atleast u masturbate
cuz last night u were missin a hoe for dome,
but here down under ur sister sucked til the cum flowed

[vexed less]

You envy, wanna feel the lips of another man
What pussy? You only switch from one hand to another hand
Vexed, sex life failure
And no im not blowing in wack ass Australia
Big down under? You wish you was down and under BIG L (R.I.P) <- gone 8 years now
You are in the pacific, im in the atmosphere with sick skills
You say i lack skill, you lack congruens
Fuckingwith T is like fucking with Hitler - same consequence


he that same lame kid beggin for street approval,
rhymes lyin ya story large, aint no ghettos u moved though,
semblance of a child, 16 years; growin older,
but duke mind aint develop much, immature; aint grown up,
proberly squat while he pissin, pimple laced face adolescence,
always talking, a child gotta sit n listen ta learn a lesson,
now ima school u the rules, teach u well, get u taught up,
just the desciption I spitted, aint no name, peeps can see its T i talk of,

[vexed less]

what u flauntin vexed less spit less often
ur raps are wack n they belong in a coffin,
under the ground nigga dig yourself a hole
im the newest sound u shoulda found a new role
cuz your life's a waste but dont end it in haste
u lackin traits, but atleast u masturbate
cuz last night u were missin a hoe for dome,
but here down under ur sister sucked til the cum flowed


….aint no sis son, n if there was u wouldn’t have a chance,
coz aint no girl would ever try ta fuck wid ur virgin ass,
u a blue ballin, never puss pushin, ugly ass nigga,
I seen a 10 year old, retarded kid rhyme better,

im the chief commander, land ya in a fittin category,
‘the boards worst rapper’, sorry that shits mandatory,/
why respond for? all them wack lines u rhyme out,/
surely it wasnt worth the time it took to type up,/

[Mic E]

This isn't anything serious, it just came to me:


"Whatever is whatever"dogs so what's up/
When it's whatever only God knows what's up/
It's all on the line now, flow more rhymes now/
No moe high school tactics, just make the rap sick/
Fourteens bars if ya ill back it, bring out the Matic's/
That "Illmatic", "Stillmatic", kill'em all with "Ether"/
So if ya "Got Yourself A Gun", load up all those heaters/
But if you a weak speaker, please become post readers/
Stay in the shadows like him and become cheer leaders/
Or be like "textedless" and don't talk reckess/
And still be respected or juss learn to walk neckless/
Now this ain't some piss poor diss to get atTention/
I just think we should put rep online for spit contention/
Let the best get the mention, gentlemen it ain't nuttin' special/
It's just somethin' that only rhyme settles when uppin' levels/
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Posted it here 'cause this is written like a battle rap

Vexed and shadow sorry, ha ha ha/

[didjital]

….aint no sis son, n if there was u wouldn’t have a chance,
coz aint no girl would ever try ta fuck wid ur virgin ass,
u a blue ballin, never puss pushin, ugly ass nigga,
I seen a 10 year old, retarded kid rhyme better,

im the chief commander, land ya in a fittin category,
‘the boards worst rapper’, sorry that shits mandatory,/
why respond for? all them wack lines u rhyme out,/
surely it wasnt worth the time it took to type up,/

its sad to see, that this newbie, lies to himself hysterically!
and seriously, we all agree, so here's a lesson i give for free!
Yo vexed less, please check this, your girl sucked on my dick,
i came quick, and the sticky ick, got stuck and was all up on her clit.

then u came home, from ur dead and job, u copped some dome, n returned it raw
u went down under, and licked it up, thanks.. nigga, for cleanin my stuff
cuz bitches be tryhin to get knocked up by me, while ur just dreamin of gay men's heinies,
so finally i'll leave you with a thought, every time u fought ur bitch she came n sucked my cock.

<3 thanks :)

[pez]

….aint no sis son, n if there was u wouldn’t have a chance,
coz aint no girl would ever try ta fuck wid ur virgin ass,
u a blue ballin, never puss pushin, ugly ass nigga,
I seen a 10 year old, retarded kid rhyme better,

im the chief commander, land ya in a fittin category,
‘the boards worst rapper’, sorry that shits mandatory,/
why respond for? all them wack lines u rhyme out,/
surely it wasnt worth the time it took to type up,/

you got chumped by me, then you got chumped by a scrub,
a human BOOMERANG, you just back to get chucked
only time you chase pussy is when you hoppin' after KANGEROO
if it wasn't your sister that sucked dick then it really was you
on the corner sayin "you wanna put your SHRIMP in my BARBIE?"
"hell BLOODY no, faggot. save it for the WALLABIES"
Hoes DOWN UNDER call each other Vex. See the definitions are switched
that's cause where you at it's- Vex: Australian for Bitch

[vexed less]

^^^^
damn man....
i aint impressed but u sure made me laugh.....
props

got no response fo ya...cant compete wid personals

[vexed less]

its sad to see, that this newbie, lies to himself hysterically!
and seriously, we all agree, so here's a lesson i give for free!
Yo vexed less, please check this, your girl sucked on my dick,
i came quick, and the sticky ick, got stuck and was all up on her clit.

then u came home, from ur dead and job, u copped some dome, n returned it raw
u went down under, and licked it up, thanks.. nigga, for cleanin my stuff
cuz bitches be tryhin to get knocked up by me, while ur just dreamin of gay men's heinies,
so finally i'll leave you with a thought, every time u fought ur bitch she came n sucked my cock.

<3 thanks :)

sum weak ass, half assed, lame ass shit, i wrote in a couple of seconds....
coz ur rhymes couldnt compare anyway....lol....

scared bitches tough talking, help him feel secure,/
hidin; stay hidden ur faults, flaws i reassure,/
Didjital that same lame nigga wack beat producin,/
seen ya site son..that whole shits just stupid,/
a broke ass team with a joke ass dream,/
yall sound like faggots,...D Bone ?, n Andy Lee??/
i could sit here pickin on thats shit for days,/
emotional music? nahh yall just emotional gays,/

*just check the site n yall get the diss....

[didjital]

sum weak ass, half assed, lame ass shit, i wrote in a couple of seconds....
coz ur rhymes couldnt compare anyway....lol....

scared bitches tough talking, help him feel secure,/
hidin; stay hidden ur faults, flaws i reassure,/
Didjital that same lame nigga wack beat producin,/
seen ya site son..that whole shits just stupid,/
a broke ass team with a joke ass dream,/
yall sound like faggots,...D Bone ?, n Andy Lee??/
i could sit here pickin on thats shit for days,/
emotional music? nahh yall just emotional gays,/

*just check the site n yall get the diss....

fearful i think not, secure? dough i got a lot,
hidin? no im not, my name and fame thats what i got,
flawed with faults? maybe if ur schizophrenic n lost
my beats are real boy, i guess ur just bent up n broke
im like darth vada n ur like a bitch who just chokes
i read ur shit ur like a violin, just wil'n n squeakin
off tune sounds annoyin, so your strings shall be broken
joke u slow foge speed up on coke cuz u blow. :/

[vexed less]

fearful i think not, secure? dough i got a lot,
hidin? no im not, my name and fame thats what i got,
flawed with faults? maybe if ur schizophrenic n lost
my beats are real boy, i guess ur just bent up n broke
im like darth vada n ur like a bitch who just chokes
i read ur shit ur like a violin, just wil'n n squeakin
off tune sounds annoyin, so your strings shall be broken
joke u slow foge speed up on coke cuz u blow. :/



my ridding of bitches may inch u closer to death,/
it either bleeds u or leaves ya deprived of pride of self,/
i vibe, visionin depictions; pictures of an essence pure,/
before digital, fakes was more minimal n sure fewer,/
but how will the real relate without fakes?, without them to compare,/
so ur presence be a necessity, its needed ur here,/
A contrast, correlations to more manifest the truth,/
ur skill just prove my realness, ur producin the proof,/

[didjital]

my ridding of bitches may inch u closer to death,/
it either bleeds u or leaves ya deprived of pride of self,/
i vibe, visionin depictions; pictures of an essence pure,/
before digital, fakes was more minimal n sure fewer,/
but how will the real relate without fakes?, without them to compare,/
so ur presence be a necessity, its needed ur here,/
A contrast, correlations to more manifest the truth,/
ur skill just prove my realness, ur producin the proof,/

that was bad. ;/ seriously. i guess ur really better when ur "not trying"

u rhyme with big words but lack any suspense,
ur like a thesaurus but lack audience,
its good u can rhyme but lack punch and delivery,
ur trying too hard boy, just relax already
you're from australia, a failya from a traila,
let it be known that vex is a gay saila,
but i gotta admit u can lookup big words,
but thats the limit since u's a lil nigguh.

one love. <3

[vexed less]

that was bad. ;/ seriously. i guess ur really better when ur "not trying"



....went right over ur head huh?
i straight spit knowledge through a verse, n cats that aint get it it start sweatin....talkin on how 'bad' it was; duke cant be serious......????
duke aint no need for a response to ur rhymes...cant come correct with cats that cant connect....homie u on a lower level if that shit aint impress u.
aint no Dictionary.
peace

[Mic E]

del.

[T-rade]

he that same lame kid beggin for street approval,
rhymes lyin ya story large, aint no ghettos u moved though,
semblance of a child, 16 years; growin older,
but duke mind aint develop much, immature; aint grown up,
proberly squat while he pissin, pimple laced face adolescence,
always talking, a child gotta sit n listen ta learn a lesson,
now ima school u the rules, teach u well, get u taught up,
just the desciption I spitted, aint no name, peeps can see its T i talk of,

Hmm vexed, i bet my lines got your head achin
To be a teacher dude, you need an education
You are ol' skool with that: Kids talk is cheap
You only say that cuz you are superficial, and my talk is deep
Calling me a pimple face, yous a pimple dick
Bring you to jail, and pimp you quick
Then make a banner saying: Vexed got Sexed
This ain't an effort made, just a simple reflex

[Slim T]

^^
I'm tired of the motherfucker spittin' some trash
To get the head bashed till he gets turn-ed to ash
it's beef-for-cash sound, but always shit touches the ground
cuz lyrics sharp as a ball, but mine rolls all around
leaving sucker MCs crushed like from 100 pound weight
their bodies laid and eyes closed cuz they frightened of foes
it's just a crybaby ass bitch, his lyrics got itch
by Slim's deep wound, beyond repair by any world's stitch

aight peace

[vexed less]

^^^
this for u slim shady....

got words ready workin, spray fools; great tunes i disperse em,/
skills vary but u clearly the worst man,...blow off the hand u carry ur purse in,/
u that ugly punk, funny lookin like a monkey,/
dum ass face, u a straight up donkey,/
aint neva no one liked a slim T, double X-L style only,/
so aint none coppin or rockin wid ya, get ya obsolete homie,/
wack rhymer, u a liar...must be typos u type out,/
thinkin u a disciple?,...well im ur Christ now; shut up n pipe down,/

[vexed less]

Hmm vexed, i bet my lines got your head achin
To be a teacher dude, you need an education
You are ol' skool with that: Kids talk is cheap
You only say that cuz you are superficial, and my talk is deep
Calling me a pimple face, yous a pimple dick
Bring you to jail, and pimp you quick
Then make a banner saying: Vexed got Sexed
This ain't an effort made, just a simple reflex


not much but its sumin....

got plotted plans all set, sick schemes, set targets,/
thinkin; figure T's be the next rep i tarnish,/
spittin slickest lyrics, whitnessin my level; too clever,/
i straight up lay out any wack ass boardin school nigga,/
distinguish this language, aint dutch; just English,/
...ima stay 'bedaard', then 'moorden' u wid quickness,/
i kick rhymes quick, lines leak...speakin ur whole story,/
when T's life get borin he's busy gettin cosy wid his boyfriend,/

[T-rade]

not much but its sumin....

got plotted plans all set, sick schemes, set targets,/
thinkin; figure T's be the next rep i tarnish,/
spittin slickest lyrics, whitnessin my level; too clever,/
i straight up lay out any wack ass boardin school nigga,/
distinguish this language, aint dutch; just English,/
...ima stay 'bedaard', then 'moorden' u wid quickness,/
i kick rhymes quick, lines leak...speakin ur whole story,/
when T's life get borin he's busy gettin cosy wid his boyfriend,/

You was thinking of you right? Wanna put your tush on me
What the fuck Vexed, going dutch on me?
I speak danish, i'm a dane, a real Viking
You are a bum on the road: Failed hitchiking
If you do what you say you do, then do you still stand?
If you lay down wack niggas, lay down man!
Yeah you feel sad, cried at my story
Then realised fucking with T, and you'll be sorry

[Bre]

T-Rade the viking wanted a girl so much to like him
That he frenched a competive guy, instead of to fight him
Your ancestors are turning over in their sea graves
Your momma comitted suicide cause she doesn't want more T-Rades
Now you better back the fuck off a cliff
Cause it was you who did that, you wasn't drunk or had a spliff
That whole proces is against every straight mans rules
So your just a closet fag making up excuses to french dudes

[vexed less]

are u fuckin serious..... damn
man for sum reason i thought u spoke dutch, .....
originally i thought u spoke danish but i changed it for sum rel fuckin dum reason....

"distinguish this language, no danish; just English,/"

fuck...im heated as coz....'danish', 'English' (anglish) rhyme rel cool together.....fuck

[vexed less]

nice work Bre....shit had me laughin foreal man...
"...turnin over in there sea graves"....lol...sum funny shit.
ima let T take u.
this should be good

[T-rade]

T-Rade the viking wanted a girl so much to like him
That he frenched a competive guy, instead of to fight him
Your ancestors are turning over in their sea graves
Your momma comitted suicide cause she doesn't want more T-Rades
Now you better back the fuck off a cliff
Cause it was you who did that, you wasn't drunk or had a spliff
That whole proces is against every straight mans rules
So your just a closet fag making up excuses to french dudes


This is bre, doing what he do, try to get respect
Dissing me for something, that i don't regret!
Matter fact, he wished that he could do it
But he keeps analy fist fuck himself with a tulip
All he got is a clog, but he posted his "shoe"
Thinking about my cock, it aint thinkin at you
He saw a kneecap, thought, can I see that?
Living in Red Light District, rejected by some weed twat

[Mic E]

Alright it's time I started givin' some props,

Everybody who's posted here has got my respect.
You guys are true battle rappers, and most of you punch my ass out.
When I first started postin' in this thread my lack of battlin' skills couldn't be hidin'. I tried my hardest but whatever.

I want to thank Vexed, Lerone and Shadow, for helpin' me with my craft, even if they didn't mean too. Lately I've been sittin' back and juss readin' post bein' made. Studyin' all the different styles, watchin' ya'll get wild.

I'm not a punchline rapper and that apparent. go to the all Purpose thread to see my true style. But anyway you three and everybody else get my props and my respect. Everyone........................

Vexed, Lerone, Shadow, T., Lazor, Bre(moreso for your All Purpose posts), Slim and yes even you Pez(Ignored?you know I smashed you..lol).

thanks to all for helpin' me get better.
Peace

[Bre]

This is bre, doing what he do, try to get respect
Dissing me for something, that i don't regret!
Matter fact, he wished that he could do it
But he keeps analy fist fuck himself with a tulip
All he got is a clog, but he posted his "shoe"
Thinking about my cock, it aint thinkin at you
He saw a kneecap, thought, can I see that?
Living in Red Light District, rejected by some weed twat

Dog you better find a genie in a bottle tonight
So you can wish that I would wish that I kissed with a guy
Even than its not gonna happen,
Same way a viking is not going to be rapping
That's wrong like kissing a dude, and tryna play it off as a straight act
Shit why you wanna rap anyway? Your better off with your Backstreet Boy's playback act
And I'm not sending you any pics of me, so your PM'ing you can stop it
And this ain't a battle this is you having problems with getting out of the closet

[T-rade]

Dog you better find a genie in a bottle tonight
So you can wish that I would wish that I kissed with a guy
Even than its not gonna happen,
Same way a viking is not going to be rapping
That's wrong like kissing a dude, and tryna play it off as a straight act
Shit why you wanna rap anyway? Your better off with your Backstreet Boy's playback act
And I'm not sending you any pics of me, so your PM'ing you can stop it
And this ain't a battle this is you having problems with getting out of the closet


I ain't PM'ing myself, youthougt i wanted pics of your footwear?
Nah! But you are round as a whell, HELLO GOOD YEAR
So you rolled towards me, instead of ran at me
He stuck in the same shit, BRE EQUALS NO FANTASY
Home thinking, kissing other guys, wonder what thats like
And you are just mad cuz my granny could beat you on a mic
Making fun of goths, so he's also stuck in stereotypes
And i'm stuck in a closet? Nah, only stuck in some nikes

[Bre]

Your shit is so wack that I can't stereo type the wackness
T-Rade the goth tranvestite rapping while walking around in his black dress
Plus you a viking too right? You can't rap you way too white
Beated you granny to dead with a mic, kissed her goodnight
Now guess who's the next old boring bitch to die by me?
He's a Danish bitch with his sexuality locked in a closet screaming WHY YOU TRY TO HIDE ME?
My fantasy is final for you, I bring out more heat then the Germans did in world war two
You could only bring out a little heat so the gothics don't completly ignore you

[T-rade]

Your shit is so wack that I can't stereo type the wackness
T-Rade the goth tranvestite rapping while walking around in his black dress
Plus you a viking too right? You can't rap you way too white
Beated you granny to dead with a mic, kissed her goodnight
Now guess who's the next old boring bitch to die by me?
He's a Danish bitch with his sexuality locked in a closet screaming WHY YOU TRY TO HIDE ME?
My fantasy is final for you, I bring out more heat then the Germans did in world war two
You could only bring out a little heat so the gothics don't completly ignore you

Bre, thought he killed me today, by calling me gay
But he's the one taking pussy, just to lock it away
He's getting less aroused from pussy, than a chastity belt
I don't care about it tho, just the cards he was dealt
Another myth to add on, how bre be such a misfit?
That he can get rejected at an ugly fat bitch, - in the red light District
Visit the countryside to see animals and get eroctic
Stupid motherfucked, tried to call me GOTHICy@yo

:nhl_crach:

[Mic E]

Bre, thought he killed me today, by calling me gay
But he's the one taking pussy, just to lock it away
He's getting less aroused from pussy, than a chastity belt
I don't care about it tho, just the cards he was dealt
Another myth to add on, how bre be such a misfit?
That he can get rejected at an ugly fat bitch, - in the red light District
Visit the countryside to see animals and get eroctic
Stupid motherfucked, tried to call me GOTHIC

Damn straight fire. Each bar was ill.

I can't see Bre but I'm sure he's lookin' like this:
:dizzyoz6:

[T-rade]

Thanks mike, i liked the chasity belt line, could really make the rhyming line hot, but itself made it up for the other

[Bre]

After three verses at the same person I really ain't got nothing left to say, lol I'm no good at e-battling.

SO anyone else can go at it.

[T-rade]

Let Bre and vexed left for dead, who want some? Who want some?

[Bre]

^^^

LOL

[T-rade]

You have to be cocky from time to time.

Was that two days ago to my basket team after i made a 360 lay up

[Mic E]

T. I'll hit ya so hard you'll do a 360 lay down/
And when I kill ya, bet your team'll give me pounds/
Heard you the coaches pet, and don't pass balls/
And when not playin' takin' 2 on 1s ain't a hassle/

Juss a little somethin' to get ya goin' T.

[T-rade]

T. I'll hit ya so hard you'll do a 360 lay down/
And when I kill ya, bet your team'll give me pounds/
Heard you the coaches pet, and don't pass balls/
And when not playin' takin' 2 on 1s ain't a hassle/

Juss a little somethin' to get ya goin' T.


Basket talk, let you taste a tomahawk
Thought he could dribble, tho it was a madonna walk
Mike is so lined up, he would have a son of chalk
If you thought you take me 1 - 1 - then don't come an talk

[vexed less]

^^^
*gun shots heard*

clustered roun the drama; witnesses seek to peep sumone elses trauma,/
seein that body blooded, bleedin puddles form up,/
twisted, shots riddled T's figure,/
tirades talk tough… but speak leaves em litter,/
little kids cant walk the hood, outcome- …covered in blood,/
provin truths that thugs still will blood up ur mug,...../

......I spit stories about tourists, n the situations the facin man,/
be gracious fam…. lucky I let u live in these lil games we playin in,/

[vexed less]

^^^

LOL

straight fire, lames my flames fry up,/
u that wack rapper…yep …rappin wacker; stay keepin quiet,/
…..
tall tale talker, sure to get ya caught out,/
Bre lettin guys tear up his ass… so its hard for him to walk now,/
…so don’t lie like u aint a pillow biter; type ta like a homo/
soap droppin…purposely pickin it up in slow-mo,/

wack credential, no potential, my lines rhyme u crazy/
obsessed wid T’s gay interests, shits just amazing,/

[T-rade]

^^^
*gun shots heard*

clustered roun the drama; witnesses seek to peep sumone elses trauma,/
seein that body blooded, bleedin puddles form up,/
twisted, shots riddled T's figure,/
tirades talk tough… but speak leaves em litter,/
little kids cant walk the hood, outcome- …covered in blood,/
provin truths that thugs still will blood up ur mug,...../

......I spit stories about tourists, n the situations the facin man,/
be gracious fam…. lucky I let u live in these lil games we playin in,/

*sees gun shots flyin through me but not hitting*

I saw vexed pulling a gun, then pull a trigger
I thought damn, he is just a little nigga
But i aint racist, so i use that, as a racist term
I just get his girl, and make her face this worm
But before i do that, before Vexed drops his gat
I'll haunt him forever, drive him mad
Force him on his knees in a church, and say satanic prayers
He won't think im in his head, making a panic chaos
Make him walk to the blood, all covered in blue
Then after he bleeds, bring him by the crips to do what they do
That's effect of facin me yo.
This kid is ne-yo, and im Joe Pesci in Casino

[Mic E]

Went to battle, felt i was wanted, ya
After slaying 3, nobody wanted more
If you're slaying me, i'll make you haunted, pah
I was cocky, bigged myself up
But nobody lay me down,so i could pick myself up
I felt if you went at it, i could manage
Don't you get it, i want a battle, i want a challenge
But those things? You aren't giving me
Should i prison you with bars, to make you fight for liberty?
I don't get it? ARE YOU SICK OF?
BATTLE ME PLEASE, PULL ME OUT THE MISERY!!
Nah, im not miserable, im just buggin
and need ya to stop clubbin, stop thuggin
Just open the thread and hit the keys
Just be necrophilia, leave me dead and hit on me
Whatever ya like, just try to come at me
And i'll bring a real battle, like how it's gonna be

Seen this in the All Purpose and juss guessed it was for me.......
Let's Go.......

Hold up slayed 3?, vexed 'n' bre, makes two, three can't be me/
Those two were babies, lazy, be crazy if you think I'd be that easy/
Dog there was no need wantin', tauntin', our beef's still a calf/
Four bars each have been wrote, jokes, juss to get a laugh/
Said "If you thought you take me 1 - 1 - then don't come an talk"/
Well here I be talkin, the talk, in type, this post's me walkin' the walk/
T. you really don't want a battle, at all, juss stick witt that ball/
Make those lay ups, slam those dunks, go ahead be Sam Cassell/
Player rap ain't your callin', listen, even DipSet know it's ballin'/
Stick to teams sports, on courts,and by-the-way Bre say's quit stallin'/
Either come out the closet, open, or he's cUmin' back in for you/
This skills lackin' for you, not me, I can come in, slack 'n' score two/
Knockouts witt juss one punch, two lines, formed into one loaded bar/
Dog I'll make physical wounds, so deep, they'll become emotional scars/
You say you need misery relief, assistance, well I gladly lend hands/
But I ain't pullin' you out, takin' you out's, the only way misery will end man/
And man, now this rap, needs to wrap, response? I'll wait for that/
Now I wait and end this rap/


Nuttin' but bullshit

[T-rade]

Mike you are dead you know?
I rule this thread you know, post with a deadly blow
Knocking out? I hit like Mikkel Kessler
Everything you post is fake, hiphop wrestler
How can you talk big shit, when you are the little mermaid
And you talk bout my sexlife, when you jerk at little surveys
Real talk, 46 wins, 46 matches
Even you should know, that fire is better than ashes
Damn that, im Nicolay Valuev heavyweight champ
Electricity ain't your shit, still got lava lamps
Actually, for real, get the fuck out this thread
Dead is what you are, see MIKE H ARE DEAD

[Mic E]

Mike you are dead you know?
I rule this thread you know, post with a deadly blow
Knocking out? I hit like Mikkel Kessler
Everything you post is fake, hiphop wrestler
How can you talk big shit, when you are the little mermaid
And you talk bout my sexlife, when you jerk at little surveys
Real talk, 46 wins, 46 matches
Even you should know, that fire is better than ashes
Damn that, im Nicolay Valuev heavyweight champ
Electricity ain't your shit, still got lava lamps
Actually, for real, get the fuck out this thread
Dead is what you are, see MIKE H ARE DEAD


HaHaHa.....that'll teach me to blow a rap.

[vexed less]

Mike you are dead you know?
I rule this thread you know, post with a deadly blow
Knocking out? I hit like Mikkel Kessler
Everything you post is fake, hiphop wrestler
How can you talk big shit, when you are the little mermaid
And you talk bout my sexlife, when you jerk at little surveys
Real talk, 46 wins, 46 matches
Even you should know, that fire is better than ashes
Damn that, im Nicolay Valuev heavyweight champ
Electricity ain't your shit, still got lava lamps
Actually, for real, get the fuck out this thread
Dead is what you are, see MIKE H ARE DEAD


^^^damn man...u buggin...u cant neva fuck wid me....

T be a fag who only gets fucked wid when he writes,/
See I love rippin a cuties booty…while he’d rather be rippin up mics (Mikes),/
Thinking u smoothe killin dudes who aint give a response,/
If u fought 46 against me…thoughts be that u lucky to win once,/
thinking u got skills, nahh man…ur losses aint be none,/
how could u have won a whole comp by only competin wid one?,/
man u dum; thinking u be shinin just coz u getting called ‘light’,/
.....just like u aint be a rapper coz u makin plenty petty words rhyme,/

[SilkyJohnsonn]

.... im......... a rapper.......
.....you are crapper.........
...you know how i know you're gay.....your dick tastes like sh!t....


iss over.....ISS DA ROC



1.

[T-rade]

^^^damn man...u buggin...u cant neva fuck wid me....

T be a fag who only gets fucked wid when he writes,/
See I love rippin a cuties booty…while he’d rather be rippin up mics (Mikes),/
Thinking u smoothe killin dudes who aint give a response,/
If u fought 46 against me…thoughts be that u lucky to win once,/
thinking u got skills, nahh man…ur losses aint be none,/
how could u have won a whole comp by only competin wid one?,/
man u dum; thinking u be shinin just coz u getting called ‘light’,/
.....just like u aint be a rapper coz u makin plenty petty words rhyme,/

I can never fuck with you? Nah, distance to long
And even if i could i wouldn't, just diss you in a song
White always, that's a strategic good start
Black is second, Vexed wack i reckon, thinking he's so book smart
I did win 46 times, no loses, im nicolay valuev
I outnumber you by two, like maexicans in cali kid
So you love a chicks shitter, Jack Da Ripper
But you are Wack ya ripper, you cheat around, cuz your girl? I did her

[T-rade]

pep* HaHaHa.....that'll teach me to blow a rap.

Mine was a lousy effort, i wasn't in the mood, and your lines was off the chain

[vexed less]

.... im......... a rapper.......
.....you are crapper.........
...you know how i know you're gay.....your dick tastes like sh!t....


iss over.....ISS DA ROC



1.

^^^lol....see i dun called on my Aus alliies...
nice pic Silky.
peace

[SilkyJohnsonn]

^^^lol....see i dun called on my Aus alliies...
nice pic Silky.
peace

hahaha yeahhh

aye...let me tell you sumtinn munn...i rip n i rhyme...i rhyme and i rrrip and i git tha hunneys from Granada to Trini'...dass reet Granada to Trini'...joost last neet i was in dee hott tub...with aboot 5 hunneys around me...washin me....because they love tha silky...n you know why?.........because i spitt..........hott..........fiyahhhhh......ok my friend.

[SilkyJohnsonn]

...n doont you forgit it...you sik muddifukka...dass right...i play baskitball at dee rucka....n evrytime i see my friends i call dem brotha...why???....because i spit....hott...fiyahhhhh!

[Mic E]

pep*

Mine was a lousy effort, i wasn't in the mood, and your lines was off the chain

If off the chain means loss of brains, then you right.

If it means somethin' good then thank you.

I'll hit you back witt another battle rap later.

Peace

[vexed less]

I be callin out names, lames I lay in strife; lifeless,/
Bitch looking, leave em stuck man…been sookin like wifies,/
fuck Erb ass bitches, Dutches I smoke,/
…thats my metaphor bout how u halt coz the heat I hold,/
Shadow aint pressin no Essence, wishin his verses werent the worst,/
n T u been off my dick awhile, reasons why u ‘cum thirst(1st)’
wack M.J glove wearin nigga; a little glitter for his style,/
…fuck a ‘shrimp on the barbi’, my meat be on ya girls grill,/
rel well rhymes written, blow ya mind; flows i bounce,/
only Vexed’s skill be real enough to diss yall bitches at once,/

[T-rade]

Vexed, get the fuck outta a here, yous a harsh hater
I bring good force, you aint my dad, just look like Darth Wader
But it's been a while since you was in this "friend"
But that's because we loved your absense, so call us sinners then
And nah i aint on your dick, nobody is - your impotent!
Call your girl Vexed, she can prove im not innocent
Nigga you sleep with cows, i've seen your house
Nah, i saw your cartbox, and i just killed you - ouch

[Knickballa]

T-Rade U Aint seein me dats a natural fact
U in da danger zone dis aint ya rite habitat
need to go back to ya hole maybe i will dig one for u
im mike jordan dis guys adonal foyle
my styles a gem jus like finding oil
ya styles far from well made its barely broiled
T-Rade? more like t-homo
On sum star war sht u aint neva got no princess leilas
U was JUST han solo
Ill put this in slow mo so maybe ull understand
Your..... Neva..... gonna.... make.... it ...in.. rap.....
not even on a mixtape man
tryna record on a computer da sht spins back and forth
and kept playin kanye
we dont wanna hear dat weak sht no mo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[T-rade]

T-homo? Is that wahat you wished for tonight?
Lyrical Professor? Maybe, but you 'on't no how to write
So i'm only gonna saythis one time: be quiet
You are the police in a Ungdomshus riot
Aight Mike T, ugly ass box-er
I'm Ali, more lively than a foxtrot
You say you're like finding oil and that's like finding a gem
Those that found you don't want you, you think you're hiding from them
When the fact, and this more natural than the one about my habitat
You are no carat's, no shine., no bling, and i'll eat my hat and that
Is, if you prove me wrong - poof im gone
Cause unlike you, i can make something out of writing a song

[Knickballa]

T-Rade Jus stop it u aint got no cash in ya pocket
I roll wit thugs who could just rip ya arm out ya socket
and i am a gem a juelz call me the second coming
U at the bottom of the list dog u next to nothing
your rhymes are garbage nursery rhymes not even suitable for mickey mouse
yea i got bling my chain can illuminate ya whole house
so T-Rade jus STOP, dont step to da plate
Even ya mom kno dat ya boy's great
weak dude i could call u david exstein
im barry bonds hittin dum pitches farther den ya hairline

[T-rade]

T-Rade Jus stop it u aint got no cash in ya pocket
I roll wit thugs who could just rip ya arm out ya socket
and i am a gem a juelz call me the second coming
U at the bottom of the list dog u next to nothing
your rhymes are garbage nursery rhymes not even suitable for mickey mouse
yea i got bling my chain can illuminate ya whole house
so T-Rade jus STOP, dont step to da plate
Even ya mom kno dat ya boy's great
weak dude i could call u david exstein
im barry bonds hittin dum pitches farther den ya hairline

I don't give a fuck if you roll with a ton of thugs
Come get a hug, nah, come and stop
Not suitable for Mickey, because i tend to run amok
Especially when surrounded by people dumb as fuck
I don't care about your bling, your under the string, yelling im coming love
Whenever you girl shout at you
Under the whip ass nigga, sorry i ever doubted you
Cause you weak as fuck, go away or i'll be the one that re-routed you

[T-rade]

Knickballa claim he got a crew, well it's easy to stick him up
He get's hard looking at me, so i kinda bigged him up
I was only to that, and the only ever to make him lick a shot
A liquor shot hit as hard as a kidney shock
KnickB, cause he's scared to make it an A back instead
I ain't no hitman, but still takes a paycheck for death
I make classics so call me Beethoven or Mozart
You need to go hard or go home, on your go-cart

[Knickballa]

WHOAA he came hard son (Sike) Now Watch How It Goes Down
My Tag Is KnickBalla But My Rapper name for rippin cats like u is E-Roc
Yo...

This aint a good move for up and coming rapper
cuz afta im done eatin u up they gonna call me a raptor
U aint no director u cant shoot at this actor
year im an actor, joe rogan, call me the fear factor
This aint a mirage yea u really gettin ya ass whooped
check ya pockets i got goons dat could get ya cash took
get ya math book out and study calcus
if i pulled out my gun u woulda bounced to this
Ima mean type of fellow
Im mean like the devil
I kno u wish u had weed in ya bag like carmelo
cuz afta dis rap man u gonna wanna get high
Lookin up to da sky and askin god why
But kids... dis guys below average in rap and thats the lesson
I retired u in rap lil nigga call it a blessin

[Knickballa]

iight now ima double up and finish u off for good
so there will be no rappers tryna challenge me underneath ya understood....
Da kings back on a solo grand slam R.I.P. T-Rade (Or T-Homo)

i live in a go cart?
mufucka go fart
cum harder next time u wanna come at the king and throw darts
u say u mozart but u really jus shitty
given violinists percussions now thats something to pity
Its neva a competition when its me against you
Look at ya rhymes, all i see is a mr. me too
swager jacker bitin off ya favorite rapper
ya style is poor dog, my style is dapper
No Worries im just relaxion
cuz its ultimate satisfaction
I could beat u in one line
So jus keep ya mouth zipped
Ya slipped into insanity without no traction
thinkin u could beat me
get crossed like sabastion
telafair, nigga u in the wrong lair
mortal kombat ya girl
tell her to "get ova here"
so jus stay down dis is musical chairs
This aint a game brotha i aint playin fair
cuz once im done with this rap watch how i attack
t-rade keep slick talkin u could get hit wit the mac
10 handle and ill just light a candle
Sayin a eulogy on how u got sax inned liked an anglo
see my angle its so obtuse
Even hellen keller could tell dat ya boys the truth

Lyrical Professor man keep ya under pressure

[T-rade]

E roc as 'bout as wack as knickballa
Look people, he needed to kick all of
his rhymes, to even compete with me
could kill me one line, but took 42 to just eat with me
Get on a beat with me, take a seat with me
And after all that, you'll say that you defeated me?
Why do i wanna get high, when i don't wanna smoke?
You thought you was funny with that lame ass joke?
In you pity little intro talk
Don't call me kid, when in the mental, it's to men you talk.
I'm way beyond you and my brain is nicer
You're girl wanna grab me like im a free moistouricer!
So your boy want to put his hands down my pocket?
But im broke constantly you fool, so i'll just say fuck it
When it's obvious that's he comming home happy yelling i touched T-rade
Then you go all irish, envy the shit that he said

[Knickballa]

and hes rite audience hes broke as fuck
poor ass nigga dont even got the money to cop a dutch
he would if he could cuz hes misunderstood
yo, herd dat u was da local bitch in ya hood
moms still inspectin u like dick tracy
dont call u kid? he 36 still playin wit malibu stacy
afta da previous rhyme u appear so hazy
cuz im talkin to da ghost of t-rade da baby
yea stay cryin like E-Roc killed me
why he had to bury me in 42
when in one it coulda been so eazy
so u could call me irish i got stricty green
like the other side of bruce banner afta he got hit wit da beam
battles ova why u keep runnin ya mouth sucka
dude got loose call me the ghost busta

[T-rade]

I need to kick the dead - If you are the Ghost Busta
I must be big and red, never to be trusted
Cuz i got 2 Packs of Meth
Give you a big punishment, in my chamber of death
You ain't Cool G, Raps give you a dead mind
Wack rap exhibit, with you as the headline
Eat a bunch of M&M's and E-rocs
Said i can't buy Canibus, but i don't look for weed spots
People call me both Jehova and God's son
Will i win this battle, i think my odds one

[T.K]

Man, t-rade ur odds none,
Remember what happend to gods son?
He died, just like you will,
Man, get outta here, you can't kill,
U can't spit rhymes, not now, tomorrow or any times,
just do play back, while performin' your mimin,
So take that scetchy ass back to basis, practice,
Now im waiting, dont choke, react to this.

[T-rade]

It's OK, is TK, from BK?
Cause he think his got it BIG, but he ends like D-Day
A bloody mess. Thinkin he shot me dead
But unlike you, i know the feeling of a hotties breast
And how many posts he has? Only one?
You don't represent nothing, your lonely son
Because you knew nobody was gon' miss you
Fucking with me, killed by stormy words, now where's the issue?
You can suck my dick - that's down you know?
And then came back at me, when your posts reach a 1000 mo

[T.K]

Man, you know nothin' of nice breasts,
And oh, big bad T, you need to go to rest,
You want me to suck your dick, were is it ?
Oh no, you dont got one, your just a kid,
You say im lonely and no one miss me,
Guess it beats friends bailin' on me, see,
Ive only got one post, cause i have a life,
Your nothin' but hot butter, words are my knife,
And as i slit through you, i dare you, i do,
Come after me just a bit harder,
But i warn you, it'll end up in murder,
Or suecide in your case,
T, your the end of the lase.

[T-rade]

you'd be better of taking Capt Americas place and fight crime
Cause i just slept through your shit, like that shit was night time
I need to come harder, well i will give you a winner cry
Hvorfor ville det ikke overraske mig hvis jeg kender dig?
I got an advice for ya, it's something you should:
Get the fuck out this thread, you share an IQ with Ruth
either that, or make a career in carpeting
that knife of yours, really needs sharpening
I aint killed, you aint skilled, and that's something you need to come as
Guess i don't see you again in here, bye bye Thomas

[Knickballa]

Man, you know nothin' of nice breasts,
And oh, big bad T, you need to go to rest,
You want me to suck your dick, were is it ?
Oh no, you dont got one, your just a kid,
You say im lonely and no one miss me,
Guess it beats friends bailin' on me, see,
Ive only got one post, cause i have a life,
Your nothin' but hot butter, words are my knife,
And as i slit through you, i dare you, i do,
Come after me just a bit harder,
But i warn you, it'll end up in murder,
Or suecide in your case,
T, your the end of the lase.

Tk u really must be crazy
y u gettin so mad spendin time talkin to t-rade?
hes a ghost
now i have to send darts at ya throat
jumpin on this board?
I cant let it float like a boat
Im just a fresh man
u a rookie like a freshman
U in ya wedding of death
u could call me the best man
dont come in da battlefield spittin shit dat dont matter
spit some real shit or quit the chit chatter
Ill Guess u not smart
dis kid from denmark
retarded think babies are made from a stork
ask about me i got the reputation as "the man"
wat u wanna be a soldier?
Ill cut off ya legs like lt. dan
eazy

[T-rade]

Knickballa im sorry for your lack of linguistic skills
I know him, he's my protegé, therefore he was an easy kill.
You are just pushing the dead around
I could take on a hundred blade's while being the only dead in town
And your as much a rookie (noob) as my man t.k. is
Retarded dumb fuck, do you know when you own b-day is?
You know how good DK is? You don't even show where you're from
Maybe because you i'll find your girl and make her cum
I don't need to post, everybody on this board know me
You can't rap, your only deal ever would be with a phony sony

[Knickballa]

now everybody askin me why i gotta hit t-rade one more time
dis shts like sonny liston beatin up a blind
keep searchin an L is all u gonna find
neva lose to chumps like u i stay on my grind
Who taught u how to rap dfl's fabo?
dat means u really arent able
to challenge da champ
jus continue to work at staples
u sed u found my girl and u made her cum
but the odds of dat happenin is a million to one
no girl eva wants to go wit a nerd
ask me where im from ill tell u dirty jerz
as far as a deal i could get one immiediatly
u betta have nas ghost write for u to even compete wit me

[T-rade]

My odds might be a million to one, yours are a trillion to none
Step back, or ill become real militant son
I was glad you once gave me a little competition
But your better, stop and listen, cause your, dumb for dissin
me, and i dont care about you being liston, cause i'll be the one to
Grab an elephant like Ganesha - and stomp you
And nah, i was taught by the greatest, one of your favourites.
His name is T-rade and he'll fuck ya haters
Yeah im a nerd, which means it wasn't hard to
Pick up your girl nor out smart you

[vexed less]

now everybody askin me why i gotta hit t-rade one more time
dis shts like sonny liston beatin up a blind
keep searchin an L is all u gonna find
neva lose to chumps like u i stay on my grind
Who taught u how to rap dfl's fabo?
dat means u really arent able
to challenge da champ
jus continue to work at staples
u sed u found my girl and u made her cum
but the odds of dat happenin is a million to one
no girl eva wants to go wit a nerd
ask me where im from ill tell u dirty jerz
as far as a deal i could get one immiediatly
u betta have nas ghost write for u to even compete wit me



i hear voices, talkin; tellin me not to kill a nigga…
but fakes i beat up bleed out blood more than just a little, nigga.
yall pussies pushin, testin my patience,
E aint stepped wid a champ, cant pace or face this...

u Sonny? …dummy u aint winnin,
son I get u done; first round, down first minute,
E-Roc aint a block walkin sorta Balla,
more like the block straight sort ya, get u caught up,
U wack foreal son, sum shit thats definant,
Vexed bleed slow a skio, aint need no effort man,
tough talking, soft looking, Urkel ass bitch; u frontin,
n TK the only pussy u ever came close to fuckin.

[Knickballa]

Urkel ass bitch? man i control more hits den kevin lyle
on sum mobstyle sht dis is da green mile
yea a marathon nigga why u runnin so fast
im rappin at this same pace just kickin everybody asss
yea plowin yall over incoming the grass
ima get dat green boy ya sht is low like the bass
now im sittin here wonderin who the fuck is next
I killed t-rade ethered t.k now its vexed less? (lol)
Bro im more den wat u bargained for
u sayin this cant be rap? gettin ripped by E-Roc is not wat i started for
well killin yall wake rappers its sorta like a chore
i gotta do it
yo u look so foolish
ask about any chick I boned they betta lookin den alicia silverstone
so ur jus clueless
deres no one on this board dat can do it better den i can
wat cuz u made up the rules dat makes u da king man?
but ur eliminated dog aint follow rule number 4
bring ya A game or jus dont come to me anymore

[T-rade]

Pricky Knicky, go eat a dicky
You didn't ether TK nor did you kill me
He left cause he was just getting at me, but we'll see
I might tell him to come back with a takeover
And ether you, nigga your breaks over
You don't use No Vaseline when you try to find that bitch in you
Scar you for life and then rip the stitch in two
Matter of fact homie, you stopped responding me
Call me Elliot Ness cause you'll get "don'ed" you "G"
E-roc, talks about D-rugs like Cam'ron
Just to take a jab at T.K. or vexed, you need to get your fam on
And to attack me? You'll need WBA and UFC
Don't worry Vexed, he's just trying to be you we see
But this nigga gets killed unnoticed with no Eulogy
Get it dog?
I'll end your story now, and it won't have an Epilog

[Knickballa]

its wateva i dont give a fuck
he trash da garbage man need to go pick him up
neva get a dime, dis dude beat ova sluts
recognize dat anybody who comes at mes gettin bodied
its like ur skills is japan and im da tsunami
catz is mad cuz dey soft and im extra grimey
T-rades been under ground screamin some one find me

[T-rade]

It was Thailand you dumb fuck

[T-rade]

its wateva i dont give a fuck
he trash da garbage man need to go pick him up
neva get a dime, dis dude beat ova sluts
recognize dat anybody who comes at mes gettin bodied
its like ur skills is japan and im da tsunami
catz is mad cuz dey soft and im extra grimey
T-rades been under ground screamin some one find me

I don't really feel like going again, but i have to do it
He don't know basic geography, this niggas stuupid
I gave you those viagras cause you're lyricly impotent
I know in E's dumb eyes i must look omniscient
I neva get a dime, therefore i must settle with deuces?
Hell, at least they better than yous is, they useless
You clueless, i can kill with words, you can only make bruises

[Knickballa]

there wasnt tsunamis in japan? i think dere definatly was so stfu

[T-rade]

But the destroying one, which gathered enormous attention and a shit load of money, that was in Thailand, if you look at how many countries that has beena victim to a tsunami you can probably only exclude countries without a coastline and countries in the northern parts of the world

[vexed less]

nahhh aint no tsunami in japan...since like 1983 lol.
ima get back at u soon KnickB....
peace

[vexed less]

Urkel ass bitch? man i control more hits den kevin lyle
on sum mobstyle sht dis is da green mile
yea a marathon nigga why u runnin so fast
im rappin at this same pace just kickin everybody asss
yea plowin yall over incoming the grass
ima get dat green boy ya sht is low like the bass
now im sittin here wonderin who the fuck is next
I killed t-rade ethered t.k now its vexed less? (lol)
Bro im more den wat u bargained for
u sayin this cant be rap? gettin ripped by E-Roc is not wat i started for
well killin yall wake rappers its sorta like a chore
i gotta do it
yo u look so foolish
ask about any chick I boned they betta lookin den alicia silverstone
so ur jus clueless
deres no one on this board dat can do it better den i can
wat cuz u made up the rules dat makes u da king man?
but ur eliminated dog aint follow rule number 4
bring ya A game or jus dont come to me anymore




Came in the game grillin, claimin he killed it,
…like a tourist tourin Rome…then sayin he built it,
so why u thinking u winnin a war that’s be won?,
cant even win a verse… neva mind respect son,

aint cool, u cant kill, lyrics less hot than chill,/
Im rhymin iron bars, got u thinking u in jail,/
neva outa ammo; im the ammunition carrier,/
wack career nigga i carry ya…n that wack style u tearin up/

[Knickballa]

im not talkin about da recent one so i really dont care its a line hop izzofff

[Knickballa]

u aint got no iron bars ya raps is a hot mess
why nas make a song for who killed it?
he shouldve jus said vexed less
i aint scared of ya
u aint the ammunition carrier
prolley hidin in ya closet sippin on sum perrier
softa then fabric
my rhymes is graphic
rated r so u shouldnt even be lookin at this

[vexed less]

u aint got no iron bars ya raps is a hot mess
why nas make a song for who killed it?
he shouldve jus said vexed less
i aint scared of ya
u aint the ammunition carrier
prolley hidin in ya closet sippin on sum perrier
softa then fabric
my rhymes is graphic
rated r so u shouldnt even be lookin at this


this shits gettin tired....ima have to kill it...
.....head shot a nigga...


laughin at this punk thinking he flippin funk hot,
…fuck rockin a rhyme, kid… I rocks ur moms socks,
E-roc that same e-thug who struggle on his responses,
nonsense bars he scrape together aint deliver no punches,

…kid u not tight, type u produce; the loosest ,
I'll sum up ur music; nuthin more than amusin,
comebacks make no contact; holdin near no weight,
how can u deliver heat, ur whole flow is sweet, ( …lolly pop ass bitch)

so im leave u wid sum sick shit, advise u to stay way distanced,
n ill go on pretendin ur little 10minutes never existed…

[T-rade]

"You couldn't teach your way out of kindergarten class dean"
Quote Redman when i talk to you, yeah cause im dat mean
"Even knock your teeth out, to make ya feel dat"
You Got killed twice, damn can't you see that?
You stopped responding, i started coming again
That's when i killed you second time when you started dumbing again
Your punches: They equal no substance
You're a huntress - you are wack, and that's constant
Just like energy. Me and that some'in' in common as well
Cause i can be destroyed, after dead i'll return from hell

[Knickballa]

I don't really feel like going again, but i have to do it
He don't know basic geography, this niggas stuupid
I gave you those viagras cause you're lyricly impotent
I know in E's dumb eyes i must look omniscient
I neva get a dime, therefore i must settle with deuces?
Hell, at least they better than yous is, they useless
You clueless, i can kill with words, you can only make bruises


Ever since i came to dis board t-rades had no luck
tryna kick knowledge? jus proved to be dum as fuck
neva mind bein trash u work at the dump truck
scrappin up trash jus tryna get a buck
I know my geography as well as my history man
jus go to googles and research tsunamis in japan
and ull be like dam it was a catastrophy
But still from this masterpeice
I whoop on this wack rapper who thought he was bout it bout it like master p
but he little like romeo
chump is a oreo
make u paralyzed boy like u was catchin polio
wit no vaccine
I got more cash cream
Vexed less kno wat da deal is so theres no tag team

[Knickballa]

this shits gettin tired....ima have to kill it...
.....head shot a nigga...


laughin at this punk thinking he flippin funk hot,
…fuck rockin a rhyme, kid… I rocks ur moms socks,
E-roc that same e-thug who struggle on his responses,
nonsense bars he scrape together aint deliver no punches,

…kid u not tight, type u produce; the loosest ,
I'll sum up ur music; nuthin more than amusin,
comebacks make no contact; holdin near no weight,
how can u deliver heat, ur whole flow is sweet, ( …lolly pop ass bitch)

so im leave u wid sum sick shit, advise u to stay way distanced,
n ill go on pretendin ur little 10minutes never existed…

dude think he hot but he blowin like a bubble
till he get popped no he really gonna be in trouble
call me e-thug? say i struggle on responses
i dont wanna hurt u dat bad kid i gotta consience
but if u comin at me kid u really have no chance
u aint goin no where in rap jus do da motorcycle dance
its goin down weneva i bus da fo pound
make ya life do a 360 like a merry go round
back to ya womb cuz u aint no star
ya style is played out like a vcr
its actual facts dat im da imax
the future of rap aint no doubt about dat
no hope man dis aint russian roulette
lolli pop? i put out all 5 bullets in the gun and start aimin at ya head
have u layin there in ya death bed
make a will to ya seeds like if they wanna be successful in rap
jus repeat wat i sed

[vexed less]

call me e-thug? say i struggle on responses
i dont wanna hurt u dat bad kid i gotta consience


nice....lol...
but like i said im done...unless other cats start spittin shit ima stay in hibernation.
on the real man... nice work on the rhymes, props for stayin consistant.
peace

[T-rade]

Ever since i came to dis board t-rades had no luck
tryna kick knowledge? jus proved to be dum as fuck
neva mind bein trash u work at the dump truck
scrappin up trash jus tryna get a buck
I know my geography as well as my history man
jus go to googles and research tsunamis in japan
and ull be like dam it was a catastrophy
But still from this masterpeice
I whoop on this wack rapper who thought he was bout it bout it like master p
but he little like romeo
chump is a oreo
make u paralyzed boy like u was catchin polio
wit no vaccine
I got more cash cream
Vexed less kno wat da deal is so theres no tag team

Is Knick finally mad at me?
Eithers he's colorblind or just don't know his anatomy
Calling me an oreo, black on the outside
I'm as white as those motherfuckers who started Apartheid
And im as bout as twisted as em
So i give you no rights, and no life, until you show some passion
And you talked about THE tsunami
but it was an old one, so let me say i bring THE danish army
And then bring the vikings. No nigga, usually you'd speak of the most recent one
I'll call medium and psychics to tell well you'll spit decent son
And the reason there's so tag team for this
Is because nobody would stand next to such a bitch
Because it would just make you look badder
GoveLike you can't control your bladder, don't be mad hun

[Knickballa]

props to u 2 vexed less u did ya thing

[Knickballa]

t-rade u kno im gangsta for days in
u jus chillen in the days inn
lookin tuff on da outside but inside ya waisted
u say im mad but i couldnt be more happy
jus blockin dis virus to hip hop like i was mcafee
coolin jus relaxin and grinnin
laughin cuz u put so much effort into ya rhymes and u still aint winnin
im servin u ass whoopins wheres my tip?
matta fact i aint got time for somebodys whos on sum racist sht
im jus dippin like dr. dre and snoop dogg
hittin broads, while u dressed like rupaul
ill admit u got some nice rhymes but it dont amount to me
i apply pressure like a pitchers mound could be
in the bottom of the ninth ya see
sweat drippin, told u i was barry bonds, jus couldnt escape the heat
hit a homerun ova da fence
took ya best rhymes as u jus looked in the air and wince
easy

[T-rade]

Your rhymes is only worth to help me piss
That means they are the hands on a uglybitch
Too bad to be pussy, and not even average looking
Like Mickey D beef, not worth cooking
Why even talk that gangsta talk, to a pacifist
You said, that i was on some racist ish
I said i was twisted like KKK, but organize like Black Wall Street
I can do it over drums or smack all beats
And nah, i aint tough neither inside or out
More straightedge than waisted; That's without a doubt

[illmental]

this nigga t rade verbalize the ficticious/
nobody feeling him not even them ugly bitches he hitting/
it's all an act he presenting this niggas the rap version of Hillary Clinton/
this is just a pimp slap from the vast right wing conspiracist- real nigga shit/
u can't lynch with this/
I cross ur lame name off my list on sum good penmanship tip/
my mind strays when my 9 sprays going off on a tyrade on t rade/
u fuckin cockaroach ass nigga I'm this forum's Raid/

[vexed less]

damn... since T aint gonna respond ima keep ya busi B...
straight at ya dome...


illmental i lyrically deaden …literally end him,
…beginin of my business brings the finish of him winning,
talking 9 millis?…killins aint wat u meant for,
since we on sum gun shit… I pump shit… to getcha center Mental (sentimental)

U a bitch; suckin dick’s the nearest u been to havin balls,/
...call u Giapetto the way ya use ya wood to carve up little boys,/
act tough, rough talking,…flauntin skills wid no swagger,
I spit a sentence sick to have ya knowin u better back up...

[T-rade]

nah vexed i will respond to him.... once im in the mood for battlin again

[illmental]

Good morning niggas

Vex the only way u could spit a sentence to make me back up is if the smell of ur breath match ur shitty ass rhymes lil nigga act up/
and even in that case I'd be all up in yo face like prime real estate/
u lil faggot ass crooked nigga get it straight/
is vexed less prison slang for bi curious or gay?/
either way I serve u wild bloody style with a smile when I snuff u out/
I'm not gipetto u pedo-phile in denial when u get aroused it's baby nuts in yo mouth when u bless the child/
u end up gunned down by partisans bi partisan I come thru and leave ur hood depleted like Afganistan/
I'm just waiting for u to come out the closet like a cartigan...I can't even call u a man- damn

[Knickballa]

jus chill lil homie u aint ready for war
wen u was writing those shtty ass rhymes i bet da sweat was drippin out ya pore
u want a metaphor
in terms of this board, im da earths core
fuck wit me u might fuck wit the world
illmental? nah u just an instrumental
aint droppin no tuff rhymes jus droppin crumbs like hanzel and gretel
i took it to a whole nother level
u a clown so stop it
lil kid still thinking the boogeyman is hidin in ya cloest
dont say nuttin back, except dis L, retire
ya style is from 04 dat sht is expired
let ya boy go dis hells room dont open da door
i know these rhymes annoyin u like a cold sore
but if u continue wit ya gun talk in ya fake rage
den ima step my sht up and give u full blown aids
easy

[illmental]

lol @ the thought of this nigga being a lyrical professor when he lesser/
if he did have a degree he'd still be a BSer- he just another pussy with a yeast infection in serious need of redirection/
16 bars in a diss u illiterate sumbitch? reread the directions/
u a lickballa wanna be hip hopper dick scholar wanna be spitter but prolly swallow/
this ain't warfare lil nigga just keystyle battling here cuz if it was on like that nigga I come thru Madison square/
rob u for ur jersey and ur imitation shoes real talk I got more shooters in the garden than u/
leave u dangling by ur ankles off the collaseum roof but I bet the last part of ur AIDS prophecy is true/
u a style biter, dick rider a downlow nigga, a fruit- the type that stay on another nigga dick begging to swallow juice disgust/

[ALIANZ]

It's been a while...



It's the return of a true MC, this man is legendary/
Now gone Mental, words 730, I'm taking you straight to the obituary/
Hang you from ya neck in the Gardens rafters, fuck retiring your jersey/
No mercy, I smash fools like you, even if you was a part of the clergy/
Serve thee, shoot you in the same spot where your mom's purse be/
Unworthy, of success, I'm not the one delaying your progession/
Lyrical pounding, serve bruises, my words will change your complexion/
Him losing to me is evident, that part of his life has already been destined

[SilkyJohnsonn]

yoyoyoyoyoyoyo iss the return of tha SJ...Suspect im comin for u.....iss tha Silk one

yo sup ...man you cant fux wit a playa like me im like on over 10 peoples myspace pages,
yo i beat u in games like from high stages..like mortal kombat wif the guy wit 4 arms n sh!t...yo big up's to my 4 armed peoples out there i dont discriminate they throw mad combos like a muthaf*cka ...like silky johnsonn wit punchlines n sh!t hit u same time wit 4 different jokes...son this is real...my dick is 16 inches, around i walk wit a limp..yo dogg u got no weight in your pants...u n ur friends got dicks like toes n shit..tic tac cock...thass wasuup dont gotta rhyme...yo mama so ugly wen she was born doc slapped her inna face...muthf*cka was only baby wit tinted windows fitted on her incubator...silky johnsonn tha biggest hater...why u gotta have money why i cant have money? why u gotta have good car n sh!t? i want all hot tubs cold.


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