Battle the person above you thread

[Cesar Chavez]

aiight here you go. Now let's make this section moving.

[The apocalypse]

chaves u fuc'n crazy.

sup fam!

spit somethin first.

[Cesar Chavez]

aiight, here we go. the kick off. you fist Apocalypse

My first victim goes by the name of Apocalypse//
son I will eat you alive like a bag of chips//
you are a wannabe me so therefor a mini-me//
I am larger than your life, my name the Cap C//
I am your sun, I am your moon, I decide when its your last night//
put on your gloves for this battle fight//
I am the rhyme creator, leaving a nine mile crator//
go the Islamic way, you go on your knees 7 times a day and pray to me, your saviour//
I am the hairy member of ONYX, I go off loosely//
call me Jack the black vagina finda, cause I found you, pussy//
I am the don of this shit and you get scarred up like Cuban Link//
your rhymes are like fat alberts socks, they stink//
I give you a mic to try and a 5 dollar bill//
so you can buy yourself a diaper for all the body liquid you spill//

[The apocalypse]

u a funny dude....

take it back, kick ur rhyme up a little notch kid/
watz that u talkin bout..u aint even scortched me/
i don't knee at idolz,watz the name ov ur bible/
blasphamous al let u talk slick like a rival/
aint no title holdz,
we the only dudez certified in this type ov sport/
after i dead u al let u pop off nigga'z thaz soft/
hold up thou,
ceasr how u gon save me dog!,
wen am the god that begot that style u blaze wit yo!/
cheap shot/
takin kindness for weakness, ur free flop'd/
let'm tell fam who'z gifted/
coz only a shadow'z gonna say u hot and sick kid!/
on topic, u spit that shit ill like the beatz do on & on real!/
but ur battlin son wit a couple ov pop flowz/
u aint realy got the skill this verse a choc hold/
so put the mic down, drop it and al let u breathe deep/

[Shadowapocalypse]

*Hate Me Now Plays......*

I bet you thinkin' "Damn, I'm the last cat with a response"/
Cause I smoke more niccas than Swisher Blunt weed spots/
I call you Son, cause you got half of my name/
But you failed clone cause you can't spit it the same/
You wanna Hate me then Hate me cause I don't give a f***/
You'll fade me the day they play wit white Hockey pucks/
That means never, I bet you think you really quite clever/
I got that heat that'll expose you when ya head gets severed/
Respond and get F'd up like you failed on ya math test/
You wear Yellow and Blue shirts cause you Know I'm the Best/
Buy, the way I know you got somethin' to say/
I'll pop you wit the sum of addin' Month's April and May/
Call ya fam, call ya friends and foes/
Tell em Apocalypse here, the real one got you sqwakin' like Crows/
The masterful flow, nowhere to run and nowhere to go/
You never should've happend like The Three Stooges with Joe/







Nothin' personal apocalypse, just the thread duke, lol....

[The apocalypse]

^ this the type off shit i like..so dudez can come hard..

nice one

[doubleP]

wack mc's get roasted like chestnuts when i open fire/
rappin messiah, prophet like elijah, holy like a friar/
flows get inside ya, like i do with your girl/
lick'd my lip and honey dip was beggin to be the center of my world/
c'mon money, who the fuck is stoppin this/
i know it ain't apocalypse, i'm laughin at the Chavez kid/
at the front door, screamin "fuck a brass-knocker kid!"/
cherry ball through the window, eyes poppin' out your sockets kid/
rockin shit/
like a baby in a cradle/
surrounded by four score and 7 holy angels/
walkin' like an egyptian, but not the fuckin bangles/
more like moses with the staff prayin death upon the pharoah/
climbin' pyramids the lyricist is near the end/
i dont know that shadow dude but i stir the latent fear in him/
the facade of arrogance appears in him: he wears a grin/
talk switches up and, now i see the fear in him/
"what's the razor for?" as i'm slicing at his beardless chin////




don't let me get too high on myself yall, i wanna see more verses and if your name came up and you didn't like it, attack me, peace

[onema]

*Hate Me Now Plays......*

I bet you thinkin' "Damn, I'm the last cat with a response"/
Cause I smoke more niccas than Swisher Blunt weed spots/
I call you Son, cause you got half of my name/
But you failed clone cause you can't spit it the same/
You wanna Hate me then Hate me cause I don't give a f***/
You'll fade me the day they play wit white Hockey pucks/
That means never, I bet you think you really quite clever/
I got that heat that'll expose you when ya head gets severed/
Respond and get F'd up like you failed on ya math test/
You wear Yellow and Blue shirts cause you Know I'm the Best/
Buy, the way I know you got somethin' to say/
I'll pop you wit the sum of addin' Month's April and May/
Call ya fam, call ya friends and foes/
Tell em Apocalypse here, the real one got you sqwakin' like Crows/
The masterful flow, nowhere to run and nowhere to go/
You never should've happend like The Three Stooges with Joe/







Nothin' personal apocalypse, just the thread duke, lol....



*cuts the hate me now beat off and rocks it acapella*


first on my list--handle all these assholes poppin shit//

ur wack flow aint that cold, shadow apocolype//

my wrath shakes like earthquakes, dirt and tectonic plates//

after im done there'll be no food left on his plate//

whether its text or written, rehearsed or free spittin//

i heat shit up like thanksgiving food cooked in the kitchen//

matta fact more like saten in hell looking for henchmen//

this crook is a menace, jabbin niggaz and leave em lookin for dentist//

ur a shadow because im the one blocking the sun//

its no hassle ima have ur ass dodging a gun//

no problem is fun, im starving for blood, the horror's begun//

now tell me whos gotta flow fuking harder than son???

[doubleP]

shouts out to the onema.....
but this rap shit is done f' ya.....

bringin heat with no beat, but not takin gun to ya
i rhyme over shit, throwin bars at each one a ya
cat name onema, thinkin he's slick
he's a trick, gim-mick, lay-ups turnin brick,
sit him on the bench have you ridin' the pine
come home to your woman and she's ridin' on mine
'nema stuck in rewind and i'm moving forward fast
on the keystyles, i can go to war with that ass
ya pedal to the floor can't get no more of that gas
cruisin' with control the master coasts on past
from the dirty south puttin whole coasts on blast
don't get outta step, what's under the coat goes BLAST
wasn't satisfied re-wrote my past
only thing left to console ya while you're alone is the flask
and don't turn to fast, when you turn ya back
cuz everything you see, may turn to black

[Bre]

The white reincarnation of Satan is back, yeah Satan is dead
I buried his body in Double P’s basement after one fatal bitchslap
By yours truly, and my flow is as hard as that death blow
Harder then inmate eating his last meal on death row
While his son is praying to the wrong god for forgivenes
I’ll let my flow fuck him harder up then son’s witnes
And why the fuck you rewriting your past?
You got bullied in class? They kicked your Elmo looking ass?
By the way you ghostwriting for some?
Cause your whole style reminds me of Lil Jon.

[T-rade]

Its a kid show in here, we got Elmo and Tinky Winky
Thats right doubleP featuring Bre aka Brain and Pinky
You are satan reincarnated, well i done took his place
And Bre forgot an I in his name, so you can call him cheese face
And you got that sig up, cuz you rap like a mimick
You naming Me, Elmo, Lil Jon and Satan, its a true namedropping gimmick
You should feel graceful that i'll let you keep rappin
And i expect a teachers salary, cause i schooled you in Latin

[ooDoe aka Doe Boy]

The white reincarnation of Satan is back, yeah Satan is dead
I buried his body in Double P’s basement after one fatal bitchslap
By yours truly, and my flow is as hard as that death blow
Harder then inmate eating his last meal on death row
While his son is praying to the wrong god for forgivenes
I’ll let my flow fuck him harder up then son’s witnes
And why the fuck you rewriting your past?
You got bullied in class? They kicked your Elmo looking ass?
By the way you ghostwriting for some?
Cause your whole style reminds me of Lil Jon.

You back reincarnated, cause you keep getting boddied
Your lyrics are cheese, my lyrics are shells from a shottie
and that will be your last meal, in a cell with nobody
pop the tape in the deck, instructions for you to find me
the food you ingested, now the poison is with in you
complete the tasks that I give you, for the antidote to continue
there’s a key on the menu, will you survive? better yet can you?
Say hi to your mom, cause home to hell is where I'll send you

[(--LazerScope-->>]

You back reincarnated, cause you keep getting boddied
Your lyrics are cheese, my lyrics are shells from a shottie
and that will be your last meal, in a cell with nobody
pop the tape in the deck, instructions for you to find me
the food you ingested, now the poison is with in you
complete the tasks that I give you, for the antidote to continue
there’s a key on the menu, will you survive? better yet can you?
Say hi to your mom, cause home to hell is where I'll send you

You must be high FOR REAL if you think that you shinin'
I don't know who convinced your dumbass to start rhymin'
Niggaz gettin gassed up, hoping for bitches wit they ass up
'Til I pull that 'mill for they fast bucks, and get that ass blast up
And wrapped up, and...I don't mean to brag, but
I could rock a crowd of THOUSANDS while wearing a shirt sayin', "Rap Sux"
This the truth you fool, you didn't even spit, you DROOL
In my 'hood, fuck keepin' ya jewels, you couldn't even keep ya COOL!!
No thugs necessary, they got hoodrat bitches on the corner
Ready to smoke ya ass like marijuana, effortlessly!
See, U can't F wit this, B, cuz you got no "A" game
I got an eagle I call my virus, ready to crash ya mainframe
Stop playin' games, I'm quite grown, about my B.I.
Yungin', I been diggin' ya mama out eva since you was knee high
So you could call me Uncle L, but I ain't James Todd Smith
You wanna cry? Yeah, I know, go ahead, the game's HARD BITCH!

[vexed less]

the kid is back, man my work is sick,/
words i spit leavin u hurtin worser yet,/
get u sorted,/
kept this thread out the main forum/
to prevent shit mc's like Bre from joinin in,/
ur posts are jokes, sad mostly,/
rhymes almost as bad as the wack pics u postin,/

......only the truth im speakin man.

[vexed less]

You must be high FOR REAL if you think that you shinin'
I don't know who convinced your dumbass to start rhymin'
Niggaz gettin gassed up, hoping for bitches wit they ass up
'Til I pull that 'mill for they fast bucks, and get that ass blast up
And wrapped up, and...I don't mean to brag, but
I could rock a crowd of THOUSANDS while wearing a shirt sayin', "Rap Sux"
This the truth you fool, you didn't even spit, you DROOL
In my 'hood, fuck keepin' ya jewels, you couldn't even keep ya COOL!!
No thugs necessary, they got hoodrat bitches on the corner
Ready to smoke ya ass like marijuana, effortlessly!
See, U can't F wit this, B, cuz you got no "A" game
I got an eagle I call my virus, ready to crash ya mainframe
Stop playin' games, I'm quite grown, about my B.I.
Yungin', I been diggin' ya mama out eva since you was knee high
So you could call me Uncle L, but I ain't James Todd Smith
You wanna cry? Yeah, I know, go ahead, the game's HARD BITCH!


a true fool, the shit u talk show that,/
like writin in capitals will improve your flow man,/
ur rhymes is tight; son dont get me wrong,/
but this nigga probly still live at home wid his moms,/
sayin u 'quite grown wid B.I',/
homie only talks shit, u buggn;stay of the weed pipe,/

[The apocalypse]

holy christ is us!

{walkz down the thrown to take a light jab at douple p ---freestylin off got urself a gun beatz}

ama shaolin practisin the art of shadow boxin/
hold this mic a second while i assault these damn kidz/
picturin a cat comin back peadio rhymein barz i jus spit?/
predicted shit,
past post like bre on past beef/
am complex,
to me its elementary physics/
the lawz of illumination!
lemi break it down u thick kid/
i shined, left a shadow cast out thinkin u battlin me/
while tastin subliminalz, yall now armed to the teeth/
mic toased, he chock'd, we about ready to war/
al drop down a notch if u sayin am feelin like jada (kiss)
arrogant no!..u can say i aint got paper/
comin wit a wack verse,
picture an admin'z foot on ur brain fucked/
a mod spit'n on ur face, a lame user jus got merked/
coz nigga'z know they aint ill till they silence the chief--priest, mic torturous
the apocalypse/




Thanx to those who came throu and spit crazy...
still waitin for

Elcount

~y~

and a couple ov more peepz..letz keep it movin.

[vexed less]

holy christ is us!

{walkz down the thrown to take a light jab at douple p ---freestylin off got urself a gun beatz}

ama shaolin practisin the art of shadow boxin/
hold this mic a second while i assault these damn kidz/
picturin a cat comin back peadio rhymein barz i jus spit?/
predicted shit,
past post like bre on past beef/
am complex,
to me its elementary physics/
the lawz of illumination!
lemi break it down u thick kid/
i shined, left a shadow cast out thinkin u battlin me/
while tastin subliminalz, yall now armed to the teeth/
mic toased, he chock'd, we about ready to war/
al drop down a notch if u sayin am feelin like jada (kiss)
arrogant no!..u can say i aint got paper/
comin wit a wack verse,
picture an admin'z foot on ur brain fucked/
a mod spit'n on ur face, a lame user jus got merked/
coz nigga'z know they aint ill till they silence the chief--priest, mic torturous
the apocalypse/




Thanx to those who came throu and spit crazy...
still waitin for

Elcount

~y~

and a couple ov more peepz..letz keep it movin.

u next in line homie,/
so il get the diss goin,/
destroy u fo'sho, u aint got shit on me,/
gave u props for ur tracks, the truth would hav left u shattered,/
u aint Defmatic/
nothin mo' than pathetic,/
this shit finished,/
i know i hurt ur feelins,/
hit u real hard like when i smoke them phillies,/

....just for the record, ur tracks is cool fam,

peace

[vexed less]

the kid is back, man my work is sick,/
words i spit leavin u hurtin worser yet,/
get u sorted,/
kept this thread out the main forum/
to prevent shit mc's like Bre from joinin in,/
ur posts are jokes, sad mostly,/
rhymes almost as bad as the wack pics u postin,/

......only the truth im speakin man.

that was at the kid Bre, for u dum niggas askin

[The apocalypse]

i don know watz more borin/
u scriblin wack linez wit no swagger to destroy wit/
am vexed ur less than wat i can spit on a bad day intoxicated off tonic/
proped u so itz only right u step to me for a strip rockey, can't stop D/
line ur pocketz wit plenty zeroz, thaz all u good at, the lex luther
mad at a superhero/haha! take that!
hit me hard like when u smoke philies/
u on that hallucinatin shit, blunt dreamz catchin feelinz/
coz i aint said u amongst the best,stressed, pullin out ur best short ryhmez
who u impress ?/
get that sidcome shit outta here we kickin verses whole like spherez/
u jus a jester wantin to sit at a round table/
ama let a dark night > Bre ..damp ur bloody remainz in a stable/

come correct..

"i know u like my style"

ok enough braggin am humbled...thanx

[doubleP]

holy christ is us!

{walkz down the thrown to take a light jab at douple p ---freestylin off got urself a gun beatz}

ama shaolin practisin the art of shadow boxin/
hold this mic a second while i assault these damn kidz/
picturin a cat comin back peadio rhymein barz i jus spit?/
predicted shit,
past post like bre on past beef/
am complex,
to me its elementary physics/
the lawz of illumination!
lemi break it down u thick kid/
i shined, left a shadow cast out thinkin u battlin me/
while tastin subliminalz, yall now armed to the teeth/
mic toased, he chock'd, we about ready to war/
al drop down a notch if u sayin am feelin like jada (kiss)
arrogant no!..u can say i aint got paper/
comin wit a wack verse,
picture an admin'z foot on ur brain fucked/
a mod spit'n on ur face, a lame user jus got merked/
coz nigga'z know they aint ill till they silence the chief--priest, mic torturous
the apocalypse/




Thanx to those who came throu and spit crazy...
still waitin for

Elcount

~y~

and a couple ov more peepz..letz keep it movin.


your weak wack words is bouncin off my steel asscheeks/
i'm pilot in the cockpit, fly bitch shotgun, you ain't even got a back seat/
your idea of a stretch is a bicycle tandem/
helter-skelter, can't find the pedal, the bike flies random/
hansom/
motherfucker on the microphone/
illuminate the cranium let you know i brought the light to domes/
like michelangelo/
i'm pristine as the sistine/
'pocalypse ain't listening/
no matter---ears can't locate this beam/
my bitch the flyest: you can call her thisbe/
tight flows leaving fuckers heads spinnin like a frisbee/
words flyin straight to dome like double-malt whiskey/

[The apocalypse]

who this mofuckin postman tryna dis/
stick to ur day job,walkin in shortz!
sure u got platez for ass cheekz/
coz a rockwilder bit ur butt them ish on paralysis/
talkin bout ur bitch this ur the flyest, wat typa scriptz are this/
better start name dropin like game we might think u sick/
came correct on the last verse but the follow up was a struggle Kid!/
had to talk about ur girl, keep ur bitch outta the battle please!/
balllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllin!
off whiskey double p jim jonezin busy/
flossin,
stunt all u wan mic skillz to dead u aint got P/
double p'z stand out plagerous punk,in a suburban block actin ganstar wit a toy glock/
wasup! pristine, had to switch to a female alias jus to tease me/
fuc michealangelo paintin off chaple floorz
ul need to resurrect Pac jus to hit me up, quoted edit form biggie smallz, GET OFF!
ur nobody till somebody killz u- dpouble pop/

gnite

[vexed less]

i don know watz more borin/
u scriblin wack linez wit no swagger to destroy wit/
am vexed ur less than wat i can spit on a bad day intoxicated off tonic/
proped u so itz only right u step to me for a strip rockey, can't stop D/
line ur pocketz wit plenty zeroz, thaz all u good at, the lex luther
mad at a superhero/haha! take that!
hit me hard like when u smoke philies/
u on that hallucinatin shit, blunt dreamz catchin feelinz/
coz i aint said u amongst the best,stressed, pullin out ur best short ryhmez
who u impress ?/
get that sidcome shit outta here we kickin verses whole like spherez/
u jus a jester wantin to sit at a round table/
ama let a dark night > Bre ..damp ur bloody remainz in a stable/

come correct..

"i know u like my style"

ok enough braggin am humbled...thanx

... this a first; Vexed rivalin Apoch,
some real shit for u bitch m.c's, listen n learn....


the words u speak; real cheap, way stupid,/
fake thug college student,/
homie stay hopin u safe in uni,/
….my skill prevail,/
I be real,/
ur album floppin probly be ur worst fear,/
rappin wack wid weak flows,/
u an m.c without a cause/
nigga Nas’ name is mentioned on ur mixtape more than yours,/ <(gotchu there son)
i switched to short words, aint even full verses,/
next rap will be longa if i think u deserve it./

hit me back fam....

[T-rade]

I gotta give it to you vex, dat shit was hot
Just like you consider the scene wheres 50's topless in candy shop
You got some nice lyrics, but you flow is boring
And you prolly got a voice like Fergie, got me snorrin
And you dissin Apo for being a college graduate
Maybe it's because you love to shit
It's the preparetion for the next rape, dick testers
I know this fits you; Small brain, small plessures

[Bre]

the kid is back, man my work is sick,/
words i spit leavin u hurtin worser yet,/
get u sorted,/
kept this thread out the main forum/
to prevent shit mc's like Bre from joinin in,/
ur posts are jokes, sad mostly,/
rhymes almost as bad as the wack pics u postin,/

......only the truth im speakin man.


Lol this shit is so wack, it barely rhymes...

Can't believe this dude is still emotional about me having more votes then him... Cause he didn't had one.

Later on this day, I'll get back at YOU, and whoever the fuck posts above me.

Meanwhile you should try do find out what's a rhyme.

[T-rade]

Meanwhile you should try do find out what's a rhyme.

Auchsu*

[Bre]

Okay I been watching what's going on...

People taking this shit too serious.. You know who you are mofo... you keep on mentioning me everywhere... Everything that comes out of your mouth is a mofo subliminimal at me... And then when nobody's saying wow ILL shit kid, cause its not... Your revealing who the diss was aimed at, like someone is gonna say that it was good, bitch you didn't even rhyme when it was supposed to, or was it an intro like this one? And nobody noticed it, yeah that's probably the case.. God damn it sir you must be a motherfucking genius.

*beat starts*

Well enough of that shit I just do this for fun.. I don't care if I ether you or not.. Wanna know why? Cause I will, without even fucking trying. Just for the fun of it.

Back to wreck some cockroach who can’t rap, and shouldn’t try
After my last diss, you cut your wrist but you just wouldn’t die
You saw it as sign from above, you thought it was god’s love
And hell yeah your work is sick cause you suck cocks
For a living, you the type to the drop soap in prison
The type to cry about a soap on the televion
Imma shock your ass to death like an electrician
Real ID, Benjamin Edward suck dick son
But here we’ll remember you as the first openly gay member
First imma kill your social life as I press enter
Second imma command you to cut your wrist some more
Bitch you aint a mc, your gay soft porn
Now at least dry your tears before your start cutting and crying
All your life your G-unit flow tried fucking and now you die trying
Fucking yourself over and it seems you will succeed at last
I’ll always remember you ass the fag mc who tried to spit and tap dance
At the same time, his elephant daddy was raping him
Mommy got the cam and she was taping them
You were fucked up to begin with and its not your fault
That you turned out gay and your daddy sold
You ass to a circus, and that the animals there gave you herpes
But you and your monkey raping sounding verses
Sure got something to do with all of that shit
You lost hard although you never even had it
And for all of you dumb moffo’s who suffer hard from the same incest
And are dying to ask, YES I’m going at Vexed less
Now for those who dare to post and put my name in
I’ll have god himself praying, that you was just playing
While I’m at it I’ll ask god if Vexed finally learned what a rhyme is
‘Naah Bre I’m still learning the retard how you can tell what the time is’
Well skip the classes on that dumb fuck, I’ll bet that on his ear there some cum stuck
Cause he goes down south on man like young buck
So wash his ears out, slap him till there come tears out
‘Fuck that shit burning in hell is his next where about’
That’s good although its better then anyone that wack deserves
R.I.P Vexed Less you were truly to wack for words

[vexed less]

Okay I been watching what's going on...

People taking this shit too serious.. You know who you are mofo... you keep on mentioning me everywhere... Everything that comes out of your mouth is a mofo subliminimal at me... And then when nobody's saying wow ILL shit kid, cause its not... Your revealing who the diss was aimed at, like someone is gonna say that it was good, bitch you didn't even rhyme when it was supposed to, or was it an intro like this one? And nobody noticed it, yeah that's probably the case.. God damn it sir you must be a motherfucking genius.

*beat starts*

Well enough of that shit I just do this for fun.. I don't care if I ether you or not.. Wanna know why? Cause I will, without even fucking trying. Just for the fun of it.

Back to wreck some cockroach who can’t rap, and shouldn’t try
After my last diss, you cut your wrist but you just wouldn’t die
You saw it as sign from above, you thought it was god’s love
And hell yeah your work is sick cause you suck cocks
For a living, you the type to the drop soap in prison
The type to cry about a soap on the televion
Imma shock your ass to death like an electrician
Real ID, Benjamin Edward suck dick son
But here we’ll remember you as the first openly gay member
First imma kill your social life as I press enter
Second imma command you to cut your wrist some more
Bitch you aint a mc, your gay soft porn
Now at least dry your tears before your start cutting and crying
All your life your G-unit flow tried fucking and now you die trying
Fucking yourself over and it seems you will succeed at last
I’ll always remember you ass the fag mc who tried to spit and tap dance
At the same time, his elephant daddy was raping him
Mommy got the cam and she was taping them
You were fucked up to begin with and its not your fault
That you turned out gay and your daddy sold
You ass to a circus, and that the animals there gave you herpes
But you and your monkey raping sounding verses
Sure got something to do with all of that shit
You lost hard although you never even had it
And for all of you dumb moffo’s who suffer hard from the same incest
And are dying to ask, YES I’m going at Vexed less
Now for those who dare to post and put my name in
I’ll have god himself praying, that you was just playing
While I’m at it I’ll ask god if Vexed finally learned what a rhyme is
‘Naah Bre I’m still learning the retard how you can tell what the time is’
Well skip the classes on that dumb fuck, I’ll bet that on his ear there some cum stuck
Cause he goes down south on man like young buck
So wash his ears out, slap him till there come tears out
‘Fuck that shit burning in hell is his next where about’
That’s good although its better then anyone that wack deserves
R.I.P Vexed Less you were truly to wack for words

fo'real that wasnt worth readin....it was realli disappointin,
kid if u catchin feelins from a rap battle maybe u shouldnt join in.... dont get ur feelins hurt,

Son il do u a favor, keep this real basic,/
so u can undastand the way I getchu wasted,/
this rap, just skim through it, or at ur slow-ass pace kid,/
but it aint changin tha fact u got displaced man,/
Vexed be wack??….nahh im flowin like rivers is,/
work on your deliverance,/
u way cold like the weather in the Netherlands,/
throw in the towel/
or develop ur style,/
don’t think I cant rememba ur pic, kid u ugly as hell,/, <( true fact)
…..way sensitive, this bitch Bre too delicate,/
u aint tough,
u soft,
n surely aint talented,/
….never clever, sentimental, moves aint sensible,/
keep pressin to beat me but who u impressin though?,/
the shits u spits only full of stupidity,/
lack creativity,/
then u bitch on a battle thread, like ‘why he pick on me?’,/
Result be me winning,
I deal a killa punch,/
leave without bein touched,/
hit you real hard, i smoke u like a u Dutch,/


no need for a response, ur silence says it all...

[vexed less]

the kid is back, man my work is sick,/
words i spit leavin u hurtin worser yet,/
get u sorted,/
kept this thread out the main forum/
to prevent shit mc's like Bre from joinin in,/
ur posts are jokes, sad mostly,/
rhymes almost as bad as the wack pics u postin,/

......only the truth im speakin man.

*JUST FOR THE RECORD*
Bre if u had any bit of creative vibe in that bitch built frame of ur's u would relise in the verse above it does rhyme.
for instance...

1) sick/ yet
2) sorted/ forum/ joinin in
3) mostly/ postin

all it take is a little understandin of rhymin and the proper pronunciation. 1

[vexed less]

I gotta give it to you vex, dat shit was hot
Just like you consider the scene wheres 50's topless in candy shop
You got some nice lyrics, but you flow is boring
And you prolly got a voice like Fergie, got me snorrin
And you dissin Apo for being a college graduate
Maybe it's because you love to shit
It's the preparetion for the next rape, dick testers
I know this fits you; Small brain, small plessures

naggin ass nigga u stay 'round like coin faces, ...flat like papers/
i relate him to cash so cats relize how spent Rade is,/
..already u done, gone like history,/
complementin me mo' than u dissin me,/
put u out ur misery ...with rhymes that i aint put no effort in,/
ur death is definite,...a deficit; u aint enough to mess wid this,/
killa rhymes, ....punch lines,/
such skill, none mo real as much as mine,/
...sayin i bore him,...T i know u wantin some mo man,/
coz u probly copy this; using it in another rap forum,/

[The apocalypse]

RFLMAO!

niggaz is ignorant, prejudice, arrogant fuc'z
sayin ma shit stupid if it was nas u'd be Yeah its crack!
can't feel u, like ur Dj is whoo Kid,
scratchin a g unit adlib, ganstarz we love copz movin unitz,
its jus apocalypse the right brother to teach yall how to battle n stay strong,
STEP 1
assemble wordz, similiez, methaphorez and hot phrases,
STEP 2
mank sure ur shit rhyme so we can call u a boss wit mad gamin
STEP 3
crypt ur spit if niggaz is 2 daft to get with, let'em old school, god bodies know how u kill quick,
STEP 4
leave the 4'4 talk, gun jargon off ur dome piece,
coz most yall know ur under 20 earning pennies, ur still a kid,
STEP 5
look fly disrespecting amaturez wit linez like,
ur girl as nice as whoopie on her best night--hip hop aint marryin u, shit big like operah, stick around her she might wife u fool!
STEP 6
ur perception duplicit, kick plenty barz (propz bre),
thatz how u stand out from regular catz that spitless,
every battle got a content claim,
anything short ov sixteenz give no reason to faze,
coz all artistz drop'd complete workz of art in the old dayz,
ever seen a half breast wen god made youn girl with a full chest,
LAST COMMENT
yall producing shit, stick to the beatz,
only way ul get attention is being prop'd by a beast lyricist,
bless ur melodiez ripz the god/jon best flippin hitz
so ama chill like a King and peep the person wit the lowest self-esteem post
"who had the best verse on battle the person above u thread" endin off

Apocalypse...... The pedigree.

prop'z to shadowapocalypse..fuc'n take over!

killaqueenz and vamp run this board bitch!

[vexed less]

[QUOTE=The apocalypse;6038]RFLMAO!

niggaz is ignorant, prejudice, arrogant fuc'z
QUOTE]

was that aimed at anyone in particular, or just evryone in general???

[ALIANZ]

Ahhhhhhhhh its about that time again...

Its time to bring judgement and apacolypse,
you need to understand,
you're words are harmless,
Wasting time with the shit you spit,
Face it you wack and aint nothin changin it,
like santa spellin satan,
you know that with the triple six,
but I see that things havent changed,
Niggas is still postin their rhymes,
only to be judge by all as a lame,
Laugh at apacolypse,
because when I spit my words become armageddon,
Greater than average,
Half of these so-called rappers I'm better then,
I know I'm the reason they cant sleep,
Afraid from the thought of defeat,
Everlasting in their mind as the subject repeats,
But in reality its all so simple,
I'm an intellectual; analytical,
Why not put words together and try to be lyrical,
For these individuals,
I spit for your ear drums,
Then for you mind for you to catch a visual,
God body,
beyond spiritual,
quite simple,
Living in denial throughout your whole life
You can say I hustle books,
Because every Line has a price...

[Bre]

*JUST FOR THE RECORD*
Bre if u had any bit of creative vibe in that bitch built frame of ur's u would relise in the verse above it does rhyme.
for instance...

1) sick/ yet
2) sorted/ forum/ joinin in
3) mostly/ postin

all it take is a little understandin of rhymin and the proper pronunciation. 1


Forum and joining in doesn't rhyme, try again.

[vexed less]

how many times i gotta tell u, its got to do with proppa pronunciation.
u can make it rhyme.
like nas rhymes 'NAS' with 'GOD',
it dont rhyme but u can make it, nuff said

[Bre]

how many times i gotta tell u, its got to do with proppa pronunciation.
u can make it rhyme.
like nas rhymes 'NAS' with 'GOD',
it dont rhyme but u can make it, nuff said

nas and god can rhyme, but that shit hellll nooo

Unless you pronouce words like an idiot.

[The apocalypse]

Ahhhhhhhhh its about that time again...


you need to understand,
you're words are harmless,
Wasting time with the shit you spit,
...

dude do the inteligent thing ... take ur own advise...nah jus playin..nothin personal


vexed less.. the line is aimed at u..

wen u spit bout defmatic u should have kick'd somethin like ..hard ur shit but u definately not matic..

would have bodied me right therey@yo

nice one suspect jus not sharp enought thou..

{spiz a cup ov coka cola and goez on battle hiatus}

[ALIANZ]

Its all good its a friendly competition you know, first time back on this thread so gotta start easy but I bodied niggas in the other forum (i.e illmental and vexed_less)

[(--LazerScope-->>]

Y'all about to see so-called battlers fold like lawn chairs
Laid down to the ground when I pull that hardware
My barrel? Been used 'til rust, it's almost gone clear
Fuck a fair one in the streets, I never sparred there
Instead, I sparked there, Benz near the park, parked there
Never touched a Spaulding, yet I balled all year
Went from, Ray Bans to Gucci frames
Smokin' loosies in hoopties to stogies in coupes and planes
Son, my whole troop's deranged, so you can't harm me, dunn
Go 'head and ask Li'l Wayne, I got army gunz
To rip thru, vexed less chest, thinking he rap text the best
While gays in jail sayin', "That fag sex the best!"
From head to chest, I'll split him like an envelope
Call me Reagan in the '80's, cuz I'm tryna end the "Dope" (punk)
Might as well hand him rope, let him hang himself
Might as well loan my tote, let him bang himself
Like Bre, who couldn't buy pussy if pussy was free
A pussy who couldn't fuck pussy if the pussy was on E
That pussy ain't a G, he far from it, like Z in the alphabet
Never seen that fucker, but I'm sure he look like Alf, I'll bet (r* )
Yes, L came out the womb a complete roughneck
Never find me round "suspect niggaz", like that nigga Suspect
I could ghostwrite him a few bars and let him keep it himself
Should I diss that dude? Nah, his name speaks for himself!
Next up, I gotta dismantle another amateur
Apocalypse, just another cartoon character
I got the four that'll manage to damage ya, as I'm...
Draggin' ya, by the feet through Hell, as dogs ravage ya!
So what ya name means "The End", the day the populace swirls?
Good thing that don't mean SHIT to me, cuz I rap, "outta this world"
And I could kick ya ass outta this world, ya brain still knowin' my face
But I ain't talking bout ya body, it'll be ya SPIRIT floatin' in space!
So that's that, Lazerscope, still the champion above you peons
And we could all agree on, if time is money, nigga I got EONS
So ya'll could keep arguin' about in which state who's best
I could give 2 shits...Why? L's the E M P E R O R of the U.S.!

1

[illmental]

Its all good its a friendly competition you know, first time back on this thread so gotta start easy but I bodied niggas in the other forum (i.e illmental and vexed_less)

nigga how? that shit u spit didn't even come close to touching my shit and I wasn't even going hard at u that shit was a draw at best the 1st time the second time I bodied u foh

[ALIANZ]

Just when you thought it was safe to go outside...


I'm going up against a man who never sparred in the streets,
Probably afraid to fist fight knowing he'd be,
face first mouth against the wall,
Just like if he was eatin pussy,
Now what kind of shit is that,
You remind me of JR Writer,
A nigga only good for mixtape tracks, (Big Mike!)
No infra-red beams, (Got that laser)
No long range scope,
What kind of hardware you got homie?
When I own the hardware store,
Niggas beliving your raps yea we'll see,
Thats just not possible,
Like 1+1 being 3,
You behaving wild like a kid on christmas acting all hostile,
I'm hotter than the summer but got a heart as cold as moscow, (Brrrrrr)
You should know thats below freezin,
Opposite universal soldiers with no ice on my body,
You know I was never chryogenically sleepin,
Here we go again It's another shit talker,
I'll call you little Jimmy Jones, (BORRRING)
A loyal custie worser than prostitutes on the corner,
Niggas know I'm hot,
Because even with clothes on,
I still feel cold in a sauna,
You remind me of the dollar you're at an alltime low, (Sad)
You've lost your significance,
Now your trailin in 2nd far from catchin the mighty Euro, (Catch up)
I thought you knew I always stay on point like uniball pens,
Fuckin with me you'll just get derailed,
Takin to much abuse like a cart with wooden limbs...

[ALIANZ]

Ill nothing personal man, but I shitted on you with that first line

If I can recall it went something like this and let me break it down for you

Lets start off ILL the way I was meant to (ILL+meant to, say it fast, sounds simliar to Illmental O_o)

Lyrically destroy this fool lacking potential

Come on now man...

[vexed less]

Its all good its a friendly competition you know, first time back on this thread so gotta start easy but I bodied niggas in the other forum (i.e illmental and vexed_less)

nigga dont mention my name unless its in a rap...
just for the record try actually dissin sumone in ur rhymes, if it wasnt for ur little bracket comments no one would know who it was at....

this kid the worst, straight up lame,/
i aint playin,/
like u even worthy to mention my name,/
son ur words is shit,/
listen up, mayb ul learn a bit,/
a champ?.... nahh u a chump, n thats for certain kid,/
..... 'life screws us'?, u sound dum, thats fo'sho'/
well if it werent for ur life u aint get screwed at all,/ (virgin ass)
mi style hot as hell, got u buggin,/
ur grave u dug it,/
frontin; nigga u nothin,/
dont ask why ur shits wack, homie it just is,/
u the onli homo here kid, coz there aint no other Suspects,/

[The apocalypse]

lol lazerscope nice one!

on the apocalypse The end line... RFLMAO at myself right there.
damn that pussy talk bout Bre...CRAZY!

Vexed Less ...
took shotz at everyone no beef jus wanted dudez to come hard..i know we u mad u kick ur best rhymez.

suspect...

You remind me of JR Writer,
A nigga only good for mixtape tracks, (Big Mike!)
No infra-red beams, (Got that laser)
No long range scope,

Ouch!

CeaserChaves ????????????????

[ALIANZ]

Vexed, you still here? Fuck man...

You never was a champ and you one you will never be,
I'm light years ahead of you man,
You're style is like the horizon as far as the eye can see,
Tryna diss a quote that makes perfect sense,
Understand what it means first before anythin,
Because you just sound childish vexed_less,
I thought I told you last time,
You're whole style I digest,
That means I chew you up and shit you back out,
Going weak at me,
Homie you takin the wrong route,
66 and another 6, devil within me I got the triple 6,
No mercy, no forgiveness,
When did you get the title of champ,
I cant believe I missed this,
You say you're style hot as hell,
but everyone knows I run the scortchin abyss, This
Is not a test, but if it was nigga you'd get an F,
For you F is Failure, but for me F is flawless,
Dug me a grave?, ha, this aint no suicidal risk,
You just another pussy nigga,
Go play with your clit,
You aint no killa you just a civilain, no wrist cuffs,
Just a foolish character,
That watched to many gangster movies, everyone its Juice's Bishop,
You Talkin tough, question is, is he crip? is he blood?,
You probably listen to too much rap because its neither of the above,
If you think you are, and you able to convince people,
Then shit let me congratulate you,
Dont ever think of reppin a ^5^,
Because you're far from being a General (Five Star)



NOW BE GONE NIGGA!

[illmental]

Ill nothing personal man, but I shitted on you with that first line

If I can recall it went something like this and let me break it down for you

Lets start off ILL the way I was meant to (ILL+meant to, say it fast, sounds simliar to Illmental O_o)

Lyrically destroy this fool lacking potential

Come on now man...

dude that's still not that hard I came back talking bout ur sigs and all that it's not that serious but that's nothing to declare victory on like I said it was a draw

[ALIANZ]

Its all good, u can think what u wanna think...

[ALIANZ]

just for the record try actually dissin sumone in ur rhymes, if it wasnt for ur little bracket comments no one would know who it was at....


Uhhh...its called throwin out subliminals, niggas can take it how they want it and if they feel its directed to them then answer back, but if the shit is going over your head, you need to be silent...

[Nisa Hott]

...seems to me like no ones ready for war...write your best lines- but need time to find more...hip hop a competition- don't be afraid to even the score...off the top all the time so long rhymes are a bore...that wasn't applause- I can hear the whole board snore...it's corny- battle a man and hope he's your homie...like if it wasn't for the net you'd be lonely...y'all wanna be the best? niccahs show me!!

[ALIANZ]

I knew this jumpoff her name was Nisa Hott,
It was easy to get her in the sheets,
She liked it face down ass up everytime I slipped in my cock
Hip Hop is a competition but you not a part of any team,
So have a seat in the stands, let the man handle the rock,
Call me the Mediterranean sea because my rhymes are deep,
You say rhymes are a bore, heard the whole board snore,
Thats because mama your rhymes put me to sleep!

Whoa!

[vexed less]

Uhhh...its called throwin out subliminals, niggas can take it how they want it and if they feel its directed to them then answer back, but if the shit is going over your head, you need to be silent...

..sayin I needa be silent?,/
u needin a new style man,/
u in denile if thinking u rival meh (me),/
duke talk like he aint know he the worst in this forum,/
other cats I betta warn em…niggas call this bitch Sus coz u an informant,/
aint skill what u spittin,/
stay wearin a New York fitted,/
recon u reppin but u embarrassin New York city,/

…I aint dun yet….

bitch fix ur shit up,/
bubble gum rap spitter,/
nigga get up off ur comp, u got the most battle posts EVER!,/
fo’real man my shit as good as it get,/
u lookin upset/
still sour from that last battle shit,/
lookin still shook,/
straight up sook,/
iLLmental even know of the ass whoopin u took,/ 1

[Nisa Hott]

I knew this jumpoff her name was Nisa Hott,
It was easy to get her in the sheets,
She liked it face down ass up everytime I slipped in my cock
Hip Hop is a competition but you not a part of any team,
So have a seat in the stands, let the man handle the rock,
Call me the Mediterranean sea because my rhymes are deep,
You say rhymes are a bore, heard the whole board snore,
Thats because mama your rhymes put me to sleep!

Whoa!

The Jump off

...you got a fake name and real #- so I'm shopping with you
...you don't get no calls or no kisses 'til that money is thru
....then I'm thru with you too
....you lost respect from your boys cause I'm not rolling with you
...got a plan to be a better man, trying to be brand new
...but it takes skills to win battles-boo the chosen are few
....in the ring with a b*tch and don't know what to do
...."Whoa" after wack rhymes is pathetic not cool....

[illmental]

what up Nisa?

[Nisa Hott]

what up Nisa?

hey Ill...just rat racing...

[ALIANZ]

LOL @ THAT

Lost respect from my boys,
Boo that just not true,
I had to get rid of you baby,
Because me fuckin with you was a bit overdue,
So I placed you back where I found you,
The streets to be exact,
Cant turn a ho into a housewife,
And every nigga know thats a fact

[ALIANZ]

..sayin I needa be silent?,/
u needin a new style man,/
u in denile if thinking u rival meh (me),/
duke talk like he aint know he the worst in this forum,/
other cats I betta warn em…niggas call this bitch Sus coz u an informant,/
aint skill what u spittin,/
stay wearin a New York fitted,/
recon u reppin but u embarrassin New York city,/

…I aint dun yet….

bitch fix ur shit up,/
bubble gum rap spitter,/
nigga get up off ur comp, u got the most battle posts EVER!,/
fo’real man my shit as good as it get,/
u lookin upset/
still sour from that last battle shit,/
lookin still shook,/
straight up sook,/
iLLmental even know of the ass whoopin u took,/ 1

Nice try homie, but shit is WEAK

Your rhymes are weak,
Got AIDS? I show no affection,
Even your own cells cant defend you,
I'm attackin you from every direction,
Your rhymes are irrelevant,
Dont get Kennedy'd added to the long list of dead presidents,
Same way he was done it can happen to you,
And you should know by now how he ended up heaven sent, (Headshot)
Flow everlastin, got that definitive rhythm,
360 degrees watch me seperate the spheres from the prizms,
Tissue paper rhymes, you know niggas can easily rip 'em,
Because everyone done seen,
How the God Sonned this nigga like if it were his baptism..

[vexed less]

aint got no motives,
tryin too hard to get noticed,
its evident; everythin u do show this,
…bitchin still,/
u talk well/
punk this war now,/
im like ur most best pair of kicks; im barely getting warn out,/
sayin my shits weak?, dont speak, just listen,/
no hits, just misses,/
only cat on this board with irrelevant disses,/
..nahhh I aint think im Bishop, that shit aint suits
but I aint hesitant to give u quotes
”coz I get loose,
...n I got troops,…………………n crazy juice”/

..straight up nigga..

[ALIANZ]

..nahhh I aint think im Bishop, that shit aint suits
but I aint hesitant to give u quotes

Yo that dont rhyme and dont come out with none of that "It depends on how you pronounce it" BS

But ok here we go

Crazy juice?, Ha!, nigga please,
Only juice you gettin is from them Oranges
And thats about the only thing you squeeze,
Challenging me you need a sense of direction,
My words are bruising,
They'll leave you with a black and blue complexion,
And thats just with the words I spit,
You should call me cardiac arrest,
Because your heart, I'm attackin it,
Got my katana sword,
As it once was before,
It was all true, niggas callin me Sun-Tzu,
Because of my Art of War,
This you want no part of, act of infamy,
You have no chance like me rollin 4,5,6
And everyone knows that spells victory...

[ALIANZ]

Yo I know its just not Vexed and I running this whole fuckin thread, I know there's other motherfuckers checkin this shit out, dont be scared to join in, shit is gettin boring already on some G shit...

Its been Vexed Vs. Me since the last board, enough enterainment for you fuckers, RESPOND!

[vexed less]

Yo I know its just not Vexed and I running this whole fuckin thread, I know there's other motherfuckers checkin this shit out, dont be scared to join in, shit is gettin boring already on some G shit...

Its been Vexed Vs. Me since the last board, enough enterainment for you fuckers, RESPOND!


tru that....these mafukas must hav ran outa rhymes or sumin.

Sus fo'real, , this aint no diss, i aint challengin ur opinion, but i do think that rhymes..

ANYONE ELSE LET ME KNOW HOW U FEEL???

this the line....
"..nahhh I aint think im Bishop, that shit aint suits/
but I aint hesitant to give u quotes,/"

[Bre]

Yeah sorry at work I can't post here, cause I can't have my screen open all the time.

And at home I'm mostly not on here cause I got something better to do.

But I'll post more wack shit from me on sunday sincerely the B.

[Cesar Chavez]

I am gonna toe for toe with Vexed Less//
Thats why your dead body will have ass tags//
I will make you choke like asbest//
You are trash at best, got garbage man to smash that//
Fed EX brought the HIV virus, you better catch that//
Cause you definitely can’t catch any rhytmmm//
Lines? Sniff em but definiteky do not spit them//


Nisa Hott? No, Nisa Not//
Yeah, Nisa with the red dot (BLOW)//
Oh, Nisa just met God//
You don’t remember Big Cease?//
The one who put Rev X on its knees//
Nowadays everyone gets his rap on//
To stop the bleeding I throw your bitch ass a tampon//
Go fuck some faggotf with ya lil strap on//
You can pull a stunt just like Twisted Mental//
And I let you re-write your battle (yeah I know homie)//
This isn’t a twist of faith, its a twist from my hand//
Here’s the mic back again, I give you another chance//

[onema]

yo this cat chavez think he raw cause he call out names/

u lost this game, name dropin cuz ur an all out lame/

ur out the circle, out the knowledge, cant graduate out of college/

do urself a solid, dont pop shit, just hop up out the closet/

ur plans are sorry, againt onema the ONE Man Army/

dismantle ur political party with this lyirical sparring/

im sorry i had to blast u like the fag u are/

see me roll past laughin in my jag-u-ar/

hahahahahahahahahahahah

[vexed less]

FINALLY niggas decided to stand up and show some skill
fo'real Cesar u came through with the following:

"Cause you definitely can’t catch any rhytmmm//
Lines? Sniff em but definitely do not spit them//
Nisa Hott? No, Nisa Not//" .....<<crazy shit

Even Onema came hard....

"ur out the circle, out the knowledge, cant graduate out of college/
do urself a solid, dont pop shit, just hop up out the closet/"

[illmental]

I am gonna toe for toe with Vexed Less//
Thats why your dead body will have ass tags//
I will make you choke like asbest//
You are trash at best, got garbage man to smash that//
Fed EX brought the HIV virus, you better catch that//
Cause you definitely can’t catch any rhytmmm//
Lines? Sniff em but definiteky do not spit them//


Nisa Hott? No, Nisa Not//
Yeah, Nisa with the red dot (BLOW)//
Oh, Nisa just met God//
You don’t remember Big Cease?//
The one who put Rev X on its knees//
Nowadays everyone gets his rap on//
To stop the bleeding I throw your bitch ass a tampon//
Go fuck some faggotf with ya lil strap on//
You can pull a stunt just like Twisted Mental//
And I let you re-write your battle (yeah I know homie)//
This isn’t a twist of faith, its a twist from my hand//
Here’s the mic back again, I give you another chance//

look lil nigga...

u either can't read or can't see/fucking with me and u can't eat /can't breathe/don't sleep/stuck in ya house and u can't leave/what's beef? u don't want nothing/when I cock and squeeze I leave u shaking u on something/no fronting no bluffing/big ass hole in ya head and u won't get any relief from asprin or a fucking buffrin/just alot of grief and cussing/I leave u bleeding buckets/when the reaper busting we don't need discussions/beware the reprocussions/big words are wasted on this illiterate faggot fuck him/go read a book u dumb sum bitch/the nerve of this short bus riding ass niggas trying to diss/calling out names riding dicks/like a trifling bitch/u ghonneria infested u gonna need a reverend/this bitch Lisa Chavez fucking with me? never/if u Caesar I'm Brutis/if u Jesus I'm Judas/I don't believe in u stupid/what's the procedure with my gun in ya face and ain't got 1 in ya waist trigger finger aching just give me a reason to do it -fuck it su*

[vexed less]

Cesar this at u, hit me back if u feel like it....

Where u come wid raps like that all a sudden?,/
gone so long i thought u died or sumin,/
that punch line u spat got ur whole shit poppin,
but the rest ur rap man is straight up sloppy,
...onli battle contestant
who aint been consistant,
u left ur shit for to late, ur chance - u missed it,
came in this game n only spat one rhyme/
coz u probly got stuck, been thinkin up that rap this whole time,/
relate me to Fed-ex, coz im the best wid postin,/ (that make sum real sense)
meanwhile the thing u do is called 'postponin',/
kill u quick, Cap C - i murder the kid,/
this dude been hidin since he opened this thread,/ 1

[ALIANZ]

Damn son what u mean niggas finally wanna show some skill I been puttin in work lol na I'm just playin
I'll holla @ ya niggas later prolly gonna get in the roseland same ballroom jay's playin in...

[Shadowapocalypse]

Cesar this at u, hit me back if u feel like it....

Where u come wid raps like that all a sudden?,/
gone so long i thought u died or sumin,/
that punch line u spat got ur whole shit poppin,
but the rest ur rap man is straight up sloppy,
...onli battle contestant
who aint been consistant,
u left ur shit for to late, ur chance - u missed it,
came in this game n only spat one rhyme/
coz u probly got stuck, been thinkin up that rap this whole time,/
relate me to Fed-ex, coz im the best wid postin,/ (that make sum real sense)
meanwhile the thing u do is called 'postponin',/
kill u quick, Cap C - i murder the kid,/
this dude been hidin since he opened this thread,/ 1


*Triumph Plays.........*

Uh oh, I don't think Vexed saw this comin', oh well, here it is....

Yo,

Who is this cat vexed less?/
I spit the heat str8 to his brain and then I put the rest in his chest/
Dawg, you really wanna f** wit me?/
I guess ya first name's Donald because I see you online, but you duckin' me/
Relate you to Fed-Ex? Are you kiddin' me?, I'll snatch ya watch ya got/
Get rid of you while you tryin' to get riddle me,/
This, Who's the best when we know it ain't Vexed/
I know I got ya head spinnin' like you just got Hexed/
No need to state my name because this nicca's a lame/
He in it for net-fame droppin' names like Game/
This here's the Nas board, I'm a lyrical lord/
I been blazin' herbs like you since the Model T Ford/
You see the smilies to the right? They rockin' back and forth/ gb* gb* gb* gb* gb* gb*
Because they know damn well that you just got torched/
Ask yourself this cousin', do you really wanna spit?/
At this, the realest nicca to spit since Canibus?



Game's over....

[The apocalypse]

Holy Christ is us!

shadow..now thatz the shit/! illest producer mic killin it/

lol peepz be on Vexed so much it hurtz...

..illmental this for u

fuc it fam already distinguished-in this shit,
for putin down a fake emcee,pfff! that chavez kid,
sure we free flowin,u gun tottin on some mobb shit,
half-way crook, shook, once i damage scriptz,
yeah! i anaylized ur shit,
90% killin him,
tell fam,
only thing u ever squeezed waz a tweezer ill,
(T)rade talked bout toon emcee, yup!
ill.. got the same disease, he stuck up!actin all tuff powder puffed,
ha! trully,
can't spit a verse without them bust my gun lyricz, who he?
a gimmic, jerked that shit from a movie wanna be in,
actor,
get fuc'd up, aint blustin ya! ha! fuc that!
this jus a pawn move on ur knight, a king'z check mate up!
fade out,
u aint us emceez that spit smart,
without havin to brag how gunz smoke that ass up,
so al let u dip set and move ur weak spit,
after u pick up a book for u and chavez to read, sleep,
How to battle without talkin steel wen u a siblin,
then u might come out hard challengin free real, kidlingz
get at me!
but keep it legit ill,
coz if u make it personal,
we'll all know watz really hurtin ya,
itz the talent in me u hatin not how i hot flow'd,


now beg for forgiveness if u can't ether me..lol

[Cesar Chavez]

keep it flowing people. Some good shit in this.

Big up to all the people in this thread.

[The apocalypse]

^ hey fam watz up..

u let me run ur own thread.

ama copy and paste all the ill verses and be readin them like some kind of battle brochure...

lovin this..

chavez u need to respond

wherez Bre?

[Cesar Chavez]

lol...don't get cocky now apocalypse. I try to respond more. Just got to get this record company thing running.

Its good to see we got alot of members puttin in their 2 cents. Its good to have that many creative minds from different corners of the world coming together in one thread. I love creativity.

[vexed less]

okay...... ill mess withya Shadow

homie i aint over,
gimme a sec, just hold up,
how u expect to get me heated with a flow that’s much colder?,
Out the blue, from silence u strike - no subtleness,/
i was surprised u even got a diss,/
try all u want to rebuttal this,/
fo’real u got no skill -
gimme a 100 dollar bill
n i could construct sick rhymes on them shit beats u build,
…. like u do with other dudes tracks- I give ur raps a ratin,/
I give u a 5 for ur rhymes….n all them beats u b makin,/
nigga I respect ur opinion,/
n i respect ur ambition,/
but u aint get no props fo that shit u b kickin,/

questioning ur cred… nahh I aint need no answers,/
but ill cum get atchu to advize my finances,/ <(i know u liked that one)
aint no second chances,/
no more bouncin bananas/ gb* gb*
nigga u couldn’t beat me if I typed my rhymes backwards,/1

[T-rade]

Theres this nigga, who keeps gettin killed, his name is Vexed
I know there's a line to kill him, but i hope i'm next
I laugh when i read your rhymes, how could you enter it?
And no shadow can't beat, cause its hard boxing through the internet
This bitch got a 0-25 loss
Like Jesus you died for you cause/ on the cross/
The sad thing is that you are a waste of tiem reading your disses to the boss
You are like a masochist, you like gettin beaten
So just sau hallo to my feets and
the curb/, your nothing but a herb
Your karma sucks, so you wont het another rebirth

[Shadowapocalypse]

That ish was ill Vex....

Good come back....

[illmental]

@ the apacolypse

muthafuck apacolypse/ur pops yo kids/ur wife yo peers the life u live...(hold up too flagrant let me try this shit again)

this nigga mouth run fast but he prolly walk thru life/come on here and pretend he about something but it's all just hype/how is illmental 1 dimensional when my vocabulary is more extensive than yours/ u outta place here like a redneck whore at the source awards/ur like Bush at the Apollo or Kramer at the million man march/ur chances of survival getting very dark/reality very stark/u trying to drown the shark/and that's yo ass mr postman my foot can play the dog/ur name might mean revelation but I'm both Satan and God/I pop off the lid to a can of whoop ass u don't have to ask- just piss me off/ambulance come 2 days too late to whisk u off/and I ain't talking about guns or fists, bricks, and all/I mean words verbs and bars (nigga)/I use linguistsics like a genus(GZA)/lyrical liquid swords to ya medulla oblongotta leave u with mental scars/this nigga 'pac is crazier than my name means if the think Illmental soft/apocalypse is still the dummy and Illmental the boss

[vexed less]

That ish was ill Vex....

Good come back....

cheers homie, onli tryin to compete with ya,
btw ur beats is way cool
peace

[ALIANZ]

We should make like a battle 'bible' with all the hottest verses/metaphors/whatever and have the persons name next to it, that'd be pretty cool...

[Shadowapocalypse]

Co-sign...

[ALIANZ]

We would need people who werent involved or havent been involved yet put it together and basically let them be the judges of whats hot and whats not...

[vexed less]

Theres this nigga, who keeps gettin killed, his name is Vexed
I know there's a line to kill him, but i hope i'm next
I laugh when i read your rhymes, how could you enter it?
And no shadow can't beat, cause its hard boxing through the internet
This bitch got a 0-25 loss
Like Jesus you died for you cause/ on the cross/
The sad thing is that you are a waste of tiem reading your disses to the boss
You are like a masochist, you like gettin beaten
So just sau hallo to my feets and
the curb/, your nothing but a herb
Your karma sucks, so you wont het another rebirth


U must be proud of that shit,/
thats the best rhyme u kicked,/
u should print it out, n post it on a wall in ur crib,/

fo'real man, this nigga speakin on Vexed?,
son i thought u left...
...stop sobbin, u soundin upset,
cup-cakin nigga, u must stay hangin 'round birds,/
coz u just like a bitch, gettin hurt by my words,/
tough...nahh this bitch soft,
i aint even tryin wid u, u respond too weak,/
u didnt even reply last time ur ass got beat,/
ur words is cheap,/
only shit u speak,/
leave u wid nothin, even u pride i take,/

aint no 'Vexed Less killa',/
couldnt get any less realer,/
u lookin sour faced nigga, just check the mirror,/
ignorant like dum niggas be,
got no dignity,
i know my words get to u, real deep they diggin in,

[The apocalypse]

@ the apacolypse

muthafuck apacolypse/ur pops yo kids/ur wife yo peers the life u live...(hold up too flagrant let me try this shit again)

this nigga mouth run fast but he prolly walk thru life/come on here and pretend he about something but it's all just hype/how is illmental 1 dimensional when my vocabulary is more extensive than yours/ u outta place here like a redneck whore at the source awards/ur like Bush at the Apollo or Kramer at the million man march/ur chances of survival getting very dark/reality very stark/u trying to drown the shark/and that's yo ass mr postman my foot can play the dog/ur name might mean revelation but I'm both Satan and God/I pop off the lid to a can of whoop ass u don't have to ask- just piss me off/ambulance come 2 days too late to whisk u off/and I ain't talking about guns or fists, bricks, and all/I mean words verbs and bars (nigga)/I use linguistsics like a genus(GZA)/lyrical liquid swords to ya medulla oblongotta leave u with mental scars/this nigga 'pac is crazier than my name means if the think Illmental soft/apocalypse is still the dummy and Illmental the boss

oh lord!
u don't know wat ur doing {playin in the background}

felt the left jab, block the right like a shaolin,
my skillz is tempered steel, am flatered u can rhyme ill,
my mental is the format, like AZ my name is the truth,
wenever i pop up, am takin ur loved onez, first sonz in ur crew,
had to mention, test u young grasshopper u now good,
certified for massacre now chose a sharp blade i cut u,
itz lonely at the top, drop'd down to kill afew foez,
herez the big picture,
had a punchline ready for ur next gun spit ass,
coz the only killa on board is a mod, damn! u not on no triggerz!
queenz breed, thugin...most catz be lil fif (50) headz yupin they gunnin,
illmental only makes sense wen a god is rhymin,
ama a black republican nigga wit red neck tendencies, {get it right!}
al say u alright then fuc wit ur wife verilly!
spit ur jigga shit while this militant comez repin skil,
takin down lamez, this board is too nice,
call me Mr disinfectant, am cleanin u twice,
notice u kept the 44 talk out wen u respondin,
like a bollywood flick,..lotz off sound effectz on ur punches,
apoc' still standin,
fuc if u ever seen clint eastwood fallin from a bitch slap,
u pityfull,
if u think anybody'z gon believe- u a boss over a lord u step'd to,
one more notch higher illmental,
then al let u,
die wit honor battlin a monk before i retire u in a corner, ..
sleep now, al surely resurrect u,
wen uv aged enuf for the next fight fool!


Lol i must admit ... u gave me a run for my lyrics there..

COT DAMN! i damn fellt that left jab from illmental hard..

PROPZ

partee

[T-rade]

U must be proud of that shit,/
thats the best rhyme u kicked,/
u should print it out, n post it on a wall in ur crib,/

fo'real man, this nigga speakin on Vexed?,
son i thought u left...
...stop sobbin, u soundin upset,
cup-cakin nigga, u must stay hangin 'round birds,/
coz u just like a bitch, gettin hurt by my words,/
tough...nahh this bitch soft,
i aint even tryin wid u, u respond too weak,/
u didnt even reply last time ur ass got beat,/
ur words is cheap,/
only shit u speak,/
leave u wid nothin, even u pride i take,/

aint no 'Vexed Less killa',/
couldnt get any less realer,/
u lookin sour faced nigga, just check the mirror,/
ignorant like dum niggas be,
got no dignity,
i know my words get to u, real deep they diggin in,

Nah, i didn't respond, cause i was tired when i saw them
So i would wait, but i forgot them, they where so borring
You been beaten so much, just realize it would help to die
The girls hang around me, cuz im so fly
And yeah, its because my skin is clean an soft, not like you zitface
You're on a club banger, hit chase/ Musical bitch taste
Sing along to PCD and Ne-Yo, R'n'B shitface
The mirror part, got me laughing, it was a nice find
im white ignoramus, are you color blind?
Or do you just say nigga to all whities?
I feel like posting these smileys pit*tee im*_wit*

[illmental]

oh lord!
u don't know wat ur doing {playin in the background}



Lol i must admit ... u gave me a run for my lyrics there..

COT DAMN! i damn fellt that left jab from illmental hard..

PROPZ

partee

thanks kid propz to u too

[ALIANZ]

This thread is the truth son...

[T-rade]

We should make like a battle 'bible' with all the hottest verses/metaphors/whatever and have the persons name next to it, that'd be pretty cool...


I feel that, and maybe make a Punchline Award with no prize, but find the three best punches in the whole thread

[vexed less]

Theres this nigga, who keeps gettin killed, his name is Vexed
I know there's a line to kill him, but i hope i'm next
I laugh when i read your rhymes, how could you enter it?
And no shadow can't beat, cause its hard boxing through the internet
This bitch got a 0-25 loss
Like Jesus you died for you cause/ on the cross/
The sad thing is that you are a waste of tiem reading your disses to the boss
You are like a masochist, you like gettin beaten
So just sau hallo to my feets and
the curb/, your nothing but a herb
Your karma sucks, so you wont het another rebirth

y@yo u aint black????..............

my bad son, mistakin u for a Blackman,/
maybe if u kept the word ‘nigga’ out ur mouth that shit wouldnt happen,/
fuck u… callin me nigga,….still I aint gon relate u to crackas,
but u a feind for my shit, so ill relate u to crackheads,
aint no thugs near the curbs u step,/
u suburban kid,/
or u that country-ass shit?, no wonder its only dirt u kick, <(whoa!!…straight up killed him)
wipe them tears homie, aint no need to sook,/
i got u stuck,/
u had me misled, mistook by that shit u talk,/

[T-rade]

y@yo u aint black????..............

Haha nah, even a polarbear envys my paleness. lolc*

[T-rade]

Oh yeah vex, will repsond later today or tomorrow, dont really have time right now, gotta go soon

[Bre]

I'm wondering will I go at Vexxed or his killer?
My style is like a aids ho giving heads, it just can't get iller
While your more the type to catch aids and give heads
Your whole style is sweeter then a bag of Kitkats
Because of your skincolor you think you can act like you blast a gat
And also cause your black you think you can rap
That's three mistakes, 1 your as gangsta as cleaning a sink
2 suck do you and your mixtapes, 3 you and think r*

[The apocalypse]

lol

Bre nice come back

Vexed
u suburban kid,/
or u that country-ass shit?, no wonder its only dirt u kick, <(whoa!!…straight up killed him)

RFLMAO!

illmental "do u think thatz air ur breathin"

{streches his hand like morphous and says - again!}

appreciate it.

[vexed less]

y@yo u aint black????..............

my bad son, mistakin u for a Blackman,/
maybe if u kept the word ‘nigga’ out ur mouth that shit wouldnt happen,/
fuck u… callin me nigga,….still I aint gon relate u to crackas,
but u a feind for my shit, so ill relate u to crackheads,
aint no thugs near the curbs u step,/
u suburban kid,/
or u that country-ass shit?, no wonder its only dirt u kick, <(whoa!!…straight up killed him)
wipe them tears homie, aint no need to sook,/
i got u stuck,/
u had me misled, mistook by that shit u talk,/

*Hold up one sec.....*

why Rade n Bre actin like i said sumin bad by askin "y@yo u aint black???......".
that wasnt no diss,
i was just presentin the fact that i thought the kid T-Rade was black due to his speech (callin me 'nigga'),

so i aint knowin why u's gettin offended, comin out sayin 'Vexed think he cool coz he black' sorta shit....
thats not what i intended...

T-Rade u dont have to respond anytime soon, if at all.
i think we had a nice battle goin, n am willin to call it a draw on ur call. 1

P.S
Apoch u proppin me for that line or dissin me???

[illmental]

lol


illmental "do u think thatz air ur breathin"

{streches his hand like morphous and says - again!}

appreciate it.

some other time dude I'm back in school this week and I got a few papers to write

[vexed less]

I'm wondering will I go at Vexxed or his killer?
My style is like a aids ho giving heads, it just can't get iller
While your more the type to catch aids and give heads
Your whole style is sweeter then a bag of Kitkats
Because of your skincolor you think you can act like you blast a gat
And also cause your black you think you can rap
That's three mistakes, 1 your as gangsta as cleaning a sink
2 suck do you and your mixtapes, 3 you and think r*


aint no stoppin me, skilled well; i have no limit,/
like Sonny Liston, u down; first round… first minute,/
just gums, no teeth- how i left ur grill,
u childs-play homie, u a straight up happy meal,
…..u aint lose this battle, I admit it B/
u cant never lose nuffin…..that include ur virginity,/ r*

mess wid this- u dont want to
u aint my moms brother, but I still call u Uncool, (uncle)
Bre u lucky this time I took it easy on u, 1

[T-rade]

*Hold up one sec.....*

why Rade n Bre actin like i said sumin bad by askin "y@yo u aint black???......".
that wasnt no diss,
i was just presentin the fact that i thought the kid T-Rade was black due to his speech (callin me 'nigga'),

so i aint knowin why u's gettin offended, comin out sayin 'Vexed think he cool coz he black' sorta shit....
thats not what i intended...

T-Rade u dont have to respond anytime soon, if at all.
i think we had a nice battle goin, n am willin to call it a draw on ur call. 1

P.S
Apoch u proppin me for that line or dissin me???

I just thought it was funny you thought i was black, but you know i had to use that, and yeah, i feel like calling it a draw, be both came hard at times and both came weak and/or lame with somec*

[T-rade]

aint no stoppin me, skilled well; i have no limit,/
like Sonny Liston, u down; first round… first minute,/
just gums, no teeth- how i left ur grill,
u childs-play homie, u a straight up happy meal,
…..u aint lose this battle, I admit it B/
u cant never lose nuffin…..that include ur virginity,/ r*

mess wid this- u dont want to
u aint my moms brother, but I still call u Uncool, (uncle)
Bre u lucky this time I took it easy on u, 1


Killed Bre with that

[T-rade]

I'm wondering will I go at Vexxed or his killer?
My style is like a aids ho giving heads, it just can't get iller
While your more the type to catch aids and give heads
Your whole style is sweeter then a bag of Kitkats
Because of your skincolor you think you can act like you blast a gat
And also cause your black you think you can rap
That's three mistakes, 1 your as gangsta as cleaning a sink
2 suck do you and your mixtapes, 3 you and think r*

Ayyo mr. cheese, why do you act like that?
You said in the mixtape thread - you dont know how to rap.
So therefore it'll be easy to son ya
And i gotta compare your style to a hypoconder
It aint ill cheddar, my lil brother does that much better
And you fronted on P[dot]., cause you knew you'd never get her
And stop posting here, and we wont say you got killed but got a typereduction
And you're the fattest cheese around go get a liposuction *hands over a dollar bill*

[The apocalypse]

Vexed propin u son.

nice one!

haha

"vexed les the decapitator" ....jus finished Bre there fam

u cant never lose nuffin…..that include ur virginity,/

RFLMAO....

[vexed less]

man....... over 24 hours later n not 1 new post.
niggas must b outa rhymes.
i think this thread is almost finished.
comments or opinions for winnas/losers/mvps should be mad rel soon, befor this shit goes rel dead. 1

[The apocalypse]

Fuc it lol..call this my possible retirement verse..then i jus might do a Jay_z wen elcont finally dropz some barz.

welcome 2 tha battle zone off a virgo child/
parental discretion, take the kidz outta cheeeea!/
am rated R, my spit is psychotic toastin christ blood/
tastin narcotics- apocalypse,
different meaningz one name, the end timez/
evolution of hell, thingz sick in ma brain/
peep!
a catholic bishop on a pew kneelin get'n some brain/
u lamez is fuc'n me the same thinkin u got battle game/
net ganstarz, a gangstarz neighbor'z a punk/
only thing am packin is a six pack..take it as that.. fuck!/
u workin for Ashton black! laughin/
tyrna search for camero'z in the grass, jus typin/
battlin comedianz, inhalin helium,
changin tonez feelin tough yall spit is delirum/
nothin worse than arguin wit a damn fuc actin genious/
ha! work on this math..
Elcount n me = mc squared/ {get it E=mc2}
now tell me whoz really ill in his mental, u damn a square/ {subliminalz?}
am touchin kidz rockin a jesus piece/
u fuc'n midgetz bench pressin on lil peepz bitch!/
masturbatin compulsively....am feelin myself, {propz to shine high for that diss}
coz its clear AM THE SHIT hard on vaselined dic !/
haha! pussyz good but which girl gon fuc wit D,
24-7, 365- if she aint no freek/
paid for knowledge fuc'd an underaged girl now am in college/
This wat apocalypse..sick twisted like this/
fuc it am comittin sucide, comin at this thread straplin deep/
this verse on some napalm shit!
thugin out on some psychosis pillz/
gather all together now while i release the trigger../
nothin faker than an emcee who needz time get in the zone..don need that?/,
fuc u. and u...i was lyrically iller/
come out sayin YO! i killed that--yo wait he fag?/
truth is u can't battle u bitch ass!..wiggaz..u niggaz!
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

fuc Apocalypse...!

one.

[vexed less]

*JUST FOR THE RECORD*

i aint gon say that one of my own raps was the best, so my vote goes to the kid Apoch for the followin::

"i don know watz more borin/
u scriblin wack linez wit no swagger to destroy wit/
am vexed ur less than wat i can spit on a bad day intoxicated off tonic/
proped u so itz only right u step to me for a strip rockey, can't stop D/
line ur pocketz wit plenty zeroz, thaz all u good at, the lex luther
mad at a superhero/haha! take that!
hit me hard like when u smoke philies/
u on that hallucinatin shit, blunt dreamz catchin feelinz/
coz i aint said u amongst the best,stressed, pullin out ur best short ryhmez
who u impress ?/
get that sidcome shit outta here we kickin verses whole like spherez/
u jus a jester wantin to sit at a round table/
ama let a dark night > Bre ..damp ur bloody remainz in a stable/"


Kid straight up killed it, hit a nerve and sounded sick doin it.
mad verse structure also.
.......just my opinion.

Okaaay ....looks like no niggas got rhymes,
if that the case im gon spit my las aswell, .aint no diss. , see yall cats next battle,

times i rhyme; left u lifted,/
punch lines wid sickness made its mix in,/
im vexed man,/
seen my skill; stories i told well,
left half yall cats styles so stale/
quickness;
the kid came the swiftest,
slick deliverence,
a sick rap just to finish this,

i spoke smart; the hardest,/
set apart,
from the start i sparked this,/
hot flavours,
flow the most favoured,
i aint liquir... but i leave yall faded,
watch waitin; u scared, tested; i taught lessons,/
impressin;..../
safe to say Vexed be the best one,/ (..shit be so hot man!!gnik )

...artistics for u lisnas,/ (listenas)
craftin this,
last left;.....i stand the bestest,/
leave yall wid magic,
images to imagine,
anyones raps easily i managed 'em......

Props to Cesar Chavez for startin the thread, n all the cats who took part.
peace

[The apocalypse]

fuc yall niggaz!

propin Vexed for alwayz spit'n shit..never bein a bitch sayin he needz to get in the zone...alwayz get,n iller wit each verse ..yall fuc'n wack!

propz to illmental

suspect.

t-rade

double P {damn son can kick barz..nice}

twin- shadow apocalypse..that smilly line waz wicked.

yeah add ur name up if i aint mention u..

peace

and ama say FUCK ELCOUNT jus to get him here!

[Cesar Chavez]

am back in this thread in the week of 18th of december.

[The apocalypse]

am jus gonna drop a few barz ..

december third, girl been hard on my mind,
searchin for love, left christ..wen an angel fuc wit my heart,
thug'd out in perception..on isolation
i stay away from others tryna build my mental,
craftin this skill to get me outta this hell hole,
connectin wit others,
emceez- Dj'z we all brotherz, son'd some...
funny if u psychic ud say am searchin a father,
figured he'd soon be dead to me,
so i fear exposin weakness coz yall leave cruelly,
i squeeze pens.. watch flowz form on paper..only if my kidz read,
through this verse like an ink blot..grandpa had pain,
why his fam never thought?,
all he needed was peace,
fuc religion..a nice girl..not only to pop--a miss me,
a woman to confide in..now fellaz thinkn am soft sayin..man up bitch,
feel my psychosis.. understand why i am how i am.. u glad u not,
fuc it like most say..i do this..

for the love of HIP HOP

[vexed less]

u a rel poet Apoch, some of the lines u kick are rel nice.
when u writin wat approach do u take??

[KILLA QUEENS2]

The apocalypse is comin' to an end,
the only one lyrically dyin' is you my friend, su*
party's over tell the rest of the crew,
lock you down with the animals in the Bronx zoo,
you couldn't fuck with my style even if you was in a porno,
One Night In Paris is the only time you're intimate with a woman, oh no!!
don't act like you got ca$h for a stripper ho,
TLC said it best No Scrubs, you've got to go,
talkin' bout you squeeze pens, I squeeze AR-15 clips,
your rhymes suck like Jim Jones and the Dips,
K I L L A is the Alpha and Omega, the start of your ending,
tell the label to decrease your budget spending,
rhyme style soundin' like you high on dope,
go ahead concede to the loss, take the L and cope,
when I step through haters kiss the ring,
recognize and realize the one true king,

[vexed less]

^^^ this nigga aint relise this thread b finished.
go back check the last ten pages........
nigga tryin to battle sumone once a thread b dun.

[The apocalypse]

^ lol wit that do i really have to respond hard!.

comin after the storm, the war ended..
wen grown folkz was battlin where were ur barz then hey!
typical,
wen shit finished corwardz wanna come out sayin they tot gunz,
look apoc' i got lyrics.
don wanna have to finish u, like ur board-mod uz a fan,
am flatered u wanna be me mentionin my name change ur name to Killa CAM,
hatin me like Jay-z, coz i roc and u aint got nothin but shame,
if i dead u..ul datnucca my ass and bann us all the same,
see!
u still maturin start from the top ov the thread, u lame!
see how emceez exposed..suburban punks claimin they bust lead,
and stick to them java scriptz, uni bookz..save ur tuition,
coz ur wastin time tryna look official wen u lyrically cripple..
Killa -----
This thread is dead..fuc it i am The N

{big puns u aint a killa playz in the background.}


vexed Less

wen i write i jus let it all rain..the first bar sets the perspective and i build up on that..

but wen it comes to trackz it diff

[Bre]

This thread aint finished till I punch the finish line at your right cheek
I wish you a happy meal too but I guess your just a diet me
With no food, while I kick it in your ears well just thoughts then
So better listen up cause right now you got nothing
I like hoes, while you love your moms
I unstrip her, while you buy her tongs
You on some wrong confused 50 cent gay cover shit
And no I lost my virginity to your mother kid
Now onto the next man slash wack bitch
He/she got rhymes in the style of grade 0 mathemathics
I'll let crack rain down on your no roof house
I get high like kids on Mickey Mouse
So I can look down on the Apocalypse before I start it
Anyone thinking you rhyme nice must be retarded
Naahh naah fuck that he must be Lil Jon himself
Your life aint shit, so imma make sure your account get canceld

[The apocalypse]

"Anyone thinking you rhyme nice must be retarded"

RFLMAO!

"And no I lost my virginity to your mother kid"

nahhhhh stop lyin!

Bre ur verse was kinda basic but that first line was a low blow.

[Bre]

Yeah I know, but its mainly cause I just don't know that good English words and shit..

In Dutch I'm a lot better (not to say that I'm good or anything).. Cause in English I just don't know as much phrases and shit as I do in Dutch.

But its pretty much all bullshit what I type here, just for the fun. You know.

[The apocalypse]

u got the craziest punchlines thou

but bein dutch aint no excuse

am E.African and i can still kick it wit the best...the more hardcore rap u lisen too the easier it getz..uknowam sayin..lol!

its all good

[Bre]

I used tp write verses with every bar a punchline.

Shit was funny as hell.

But I don't feel like what your saying, but thanks anyway.

[vexed less]

shit i didnt even relise there was a rap posted,
okayy here yall go...BRe this at u



words of no worth; sort that uv spoken,/
u aint walk it; just talking,/
sorted; il get u taught man,/
…….leave u stretched out nigga,
betta switch up nigga…
u needin change man; u a straight up begger,/ (for ur punch-line-liking ass!!)

never popped a pussy,/
aint no ass u been pushin,/
Im laughin atchu, scared of bitches; u afraid to touch em,/ ...lol
…man this flow go out to the B , R, E,
keep ur dough though; this time this rhyme be free,

…u aint gonna win,/
bein proud of ur punchlines man???,/
nothing sadder than the false shit u take pride in,/ ....ouch

[Shadowapocalypse]

shit i didnt even relise there was a rap posted,
okayy here yall go...BRe this at u



words of no worth; sort that uv spoken,/
u aint walk it; just talking,/
sorted; il get u taught man,/
…….leave u stretched out nigga,
betta switch up nigga…
u needin change man; u a straight up begger,/ (for ur punch-line-liking ass!!)

never popped a pussy,/
aint no ass u been pushin,/
Im laughin atchu, scared of bitches; u afraid to touch em,/ ...lol
…man this flow go out to the B , R, E,
keep ur dough though; this time this rhyme be free,

…u aint gonna win,/
bein proud of ur punchlines man???,/
nothing sadder than the false shit u take pride in,/ ....ouch

::Ice Cream Plays.....::


Yo,

Now I don't know why the hell I keep runnin' into you/
I guess it's fate that vexed less is stuck on me like glue/
But get off me, I bet you thought that you really could off me/
You ain't hot or cold on the mic like Ice Cream and Coffee/
You want a punchline?/
Let's get in the ring and I'll show my pad and drop you in no time/
Who really scared of bitches, you too big for ya britches/
After this is stitches, then serve you again like Matrix glitches/
This'll be the third time I blazed you, rephrased you/
Kill ya whole crew then get them to praise you/
You barely grazed me and didn't actually phase me/
You wack as f*** while I'm hot like June days be/
Let this be the last time I destroy you/
Body you dawg, and put you on elevators like Big Boi do/
The rest can rest, I rise as the best/
Vexed less is done now, I adopted him as my son now......


Step ya game up....

[Bre]

So what...

I got a bitch born fag, jealous at my props
Crack is Vexxed rhyme.... NOT
More the oppesite, like how I get chicks
And you jerk of at pics
Of me that I posted, on some fly cracka pose
And you don't fuck with me like that, any rapper knowes
That, so you go write that down next to the whack rhymes in your notepad
You the type to cuddle someone while riding on the back of his moped
While I'm the one, to steal and sell that
I spit more horrifying then a apocolypse, Shadow can tell that
If not then the Devil can't tell where Hell's at
Shadow bitch you might wanna censor me too, cause
I'm about to curse at you like the Wizzard of Ozz
Treat you like the lead playing female of that part
Not that your a bitch, but for that role you got hart
Now your rapping that's something different
It aint good, it aint wack... It just isn't

[T-rade]

So what...

I got a bitch born fag, jealous at my props
Crack is Vexxed rhyme.... NOT
More the oppesite, like how I get chicks
And you jerk of at pics
Of me that I posted, on some fly cracka pose
And you don't fuck with me like that, any rapper knowes
That, so you go write that down next to the whack rhymes in your notepad
You the type to cuddle someone while riding on the back of his moped
While I'm the one, to steal and sell that
I spit more horrifying then a apocolypse, Shadow can tell that
If not then the Devil can't tell where Hell's at
Shadow bitch you might wanna censor me too, cause
I'm about to curse at you like the Wizzard of Ozz
Treat you like the lead playing female of that part
Not that your a bitch, but for that role you got hart
Now your rapping that's something different
It aint good, it aint wack... It just isn't

You're prolly pro incest, so you can keep you heritage
You'll be the Ozz lion, you ain't got no courage bitch
Or you are that character in the movie without a heart
Cuz you act foul like Van Der Vaart
And im like that russian spy, got a million faces
You admitted yourself you suck and dont know phrases
Like an busted pair of sneakers, i'll hang you with some ol' shoe laces
If i were to be sold in Africa, i would sell at like a billion camels <- 4Billion $
Your so hard on my dick it started coming out your tearchannels
Call me washington sniper, cuz i'll get on a roff and shoot ya
You was thinking you and him, and that line with the scooter

[vexed less]

......

aint too big for my britches,/
step my game up??, u lucky I let u step wid this,/
for Christmas this niggas put my skill on his wishlist,/
this nigga Shadow so shaded,
fake playa; flava rel faded,
thinking u a favorite???
fuck, u lucky to even get named kid,
...'Enigmatic'? no riddles, ur paradox aint puzzle me,/
but man u got me trippin bout how u think up wid me,/ (...those lines was hot)
rhymes u write aint worth more than a dime,
laughin at the time u wasted tryin to compete wid mine,
... the wackest, u need practice; that shit be certified,/
I don’t know whats worser; your verses or the way I make u hurt inside,/
Shadow; I destroy him,
take his cash portion,
stick to makin ur posts in the Gamers forum,/


*Bre our beef been goin to long,
i let u hav the last say

[vexed less]

Shadow my shit be rel basic, i been crazy lately, way too busy.
shit i missed the HHID leak....damn, 1

[T-rade]

......

aint too big for my britches,/
step my game up??, u lucky I let u step wid this,/
for Christmas this niggas put my skill on his wishlist,/

thinking u a favorite???
fuck, u lucky to even get named kid,

Those to are killers

[The apocalypse]

Vexed Less

COT DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM MMMMMN!

now thats mic killin it!

{headz back to hiatus}

[vexed less]

::Ice Cream Plays.....::


The rest can rest, I rise as the best/
Vexed less is done now, I adopted him as my son now......


Step ya game up....

Shadow this just for u, right at ur dome man, read careful......u know what i be talkin bout....


This be it; I see it, know wat u been doin,/
Ur plots; the plans by what u been goin,/
Wait till im not expectin;
then at the bestest ur diss be directed,
.....so I take ur efforts as complements,/
coz u wouldnt waste time wid the un-competent,/
Detroit nigga now u coppin it,/
couldn’t spit as hot as that/
if u copied it,/

although u got hot beats; mad flows,/
wack rhymer; ur mamma even like mine better than yours,/
real raw i talk; walk on foes,/
This nigga manage money but probly broke as a punched nose,/
straight up..
U cant be my father wid that shit u rock,
n ur beats bein the onli reason Im callin u ‘pop’,
.......gnik

[T-rade]

Vexed i see you stepped your game up during this thread. Or maybe i'm starting to think differently reading your rhymes than how i did before. But point is. I like what you spit.

Godt gået

[tri~state]

vexed this for u.....

b4 i take my next-breath, ima prove im the best-yet/
as far as rap, no amount of wieght u hold i cant bench-press/

these words i ex-press, are harder than dead-flesh/
slice u from ya chin to ya ear, leavin only ya shoulders and neck-left/

u bout to get sonned as my next-pet, this just the beggining, dont stress-yet/
calm down man, cuz maybe if u got sum pussy u'll be "vexed-less"/

dont take this to ya left-breast, but i probly did-ya-girl/
im accustomed to the ghetto life while u live in a disney-world/

stop fakin-the-funk, admit to the dicks u take-in-the-butt/
and ya rhymes are like dull scalpels the way ya shit aint makin-the-cut/

[ALIANZ]

Haven't been participating for a while but here's a lil somethin somethin....

Who's this guy right here?, most likely outta place,
Niggas call me Hot 97, because I'm known outside the tri-state,
Defeat, to that I can't relate,
Just readin your wack rhymes make my eyes irritate,
Far from being the best, allow me, to put that thought to rest,
Nigga you hold croissants, never hold no biscuits,
Life's too beautiful, don't ever think to risk this,
Formula for your demise just to simplistic,
Lyrical chemist, no hypothesis,
Off the top I stir up a deadly mix,
Because when I spit shit I'm breaking atoms like WMD's,
Weapon of mass destruction, When I go off death tolls increase drastically

[vexed less]

^^^Sus that first half was rel crazy.......
i thought it died out on the second though,

*Tri-state ur shit was impressive, the most relivent 'vexed' diss since Apoch's,

[vexed less]

Tri-State this bein at u......

crazy thoughts; tryin ta fade me,
nigga u get played; but aint no arcades man,
relate u to broke niggas,/
...them slow niggas,/
cant step wid the intelect of rel thinkers,/
ur shit second grade; mo primitive,
way lower, no intituitive,
...u stay blowin like bitches is,
relise the wise; betta reconise them,/
my rhymes for the real, sumin u cant comprise man,/....( ha)

....'fakin- the- funk'??? nahh neva man,/
but i fake the way i say im impressed by ur level man,/
lucky i let u live ....u just a little thang,/
serene; calm- i came clever,
u aint messed wid my girl, aint no girl u messed wid EVA, ....lol
i wrote rel violent,/
u wishin to finish this; wantin to violate,/
came ur hardest... so im like 'nice try State',/ 1

[ALIANZ]

serene; calm- i came clever,
u aint messed wid my girl, aint no girl u messed wid EVA

Ouch! LMFAO! That was good man, but yea I was tryin to stay on topic with what I was going off on, first half was easy to think of thats why i was like formula for your demise to simplistic so im like chemists use formulas and shit so I was like damn let me just add the rest to this BS, I havent been around so I aint really got enough dirt on him, lmao...

[vexed less]

^^yeah thats exactly wat i was thinkin.
coz the second verse was dope, just didnt soun like it related to him..
but the start was straight fire...

how long u been takin rhymin seriously....??

[ALIANZ]

I always been rhyming but I've really been takin it seriously since like the beginning of the year, already got some written verses out with a concept, like one called power of the dollar and how its sinking, shit like that I just feel I aint ready to get in a booth and record unless I'm proven wrong

[tri~state]

nice shit..gotta come back tho.

listen dog, my last spit was far-from-my-hardest
u a horrible-artist
i'll use ya face, chest, and heart-as-a-target
u showed the art-of-a-novice, wit weak lines and all-of-em-garbage
u begging 4 pussy the same way u begging for pardons
put a hole in ya back like a dolphin
u spittin weak-shit, and like a seam-stress, i'll make this thread as ur coffin
soften u up wit light jabs then i move-to-the-hooks
i dont play chess, but i got no problem re-movin-a-rook
on no day are u seein-me-shook
u a dumb fool, so i'll take ya ass to school without u needin-a-book
and "intituitive" aint even a damn-word
u tried to sound smart, but instead u sound like a damn-herb
i serve dudes like u ez, come and open a bar-tab
and i probly got more strength in my dick then ya bars-had
ya rhymes-basic, ill snap ya neck and spine in 9-places
and its clear u must not know who u fuckin wit like a blind-rapist
cuz i got cruel-intentions, just do u, and stop-pretendin
u a geek still attendin high school afternoon-detention
u dont know me, u phony fake homies wanna clone-me
I’ll mash u like potatoes into perogies, do like a fan, and
blow-me
u can get-it-the-worst, how u still spit trash when ya shit-is-rehearsed
some one get-him-a-nurse, cuz one uppercut will put ya-wig-in reverse

ayt thats enuff fa now

[ALIANZ]

I take that whole shit is directed to vexed because of that one intituitive line, i think he meant intuitive when he put it out but whatever...

[vexed less]

Vexed i see you stepped your game up during this thread. Or maybe i'm starting to think differently reading your rhymes than how i did before. But point is. I like what you spit.

Godt gået

props Rade, onli tryin to advance......artist cant stay in the same spot; gotta keep improvin.

Godt gået = well done,
....i figured out what it meant, thanks for the positive opinion c*

[vexed less]

*laughin....*

i was in a hurry; typin too fast.....it was meant to be *initiative
my bad,1

[vexed less]

tri-State u gonna hav to hit Sus back,
kid likes compition n im thinkin hes waitin on ur reply.....1

[vexed less]

sorry Sus this aint at u.....
we had too much beef.
this for State........

envisionin niggas failin, straight fallin,/
we warrin; State i destroy him,/
…..damn right im a ‘rook’; proud to say it,/
got potiental to become the most powerful to play wid,/ …..(for them chest lovin niggas, u’s know that)
aint rehearsed; spittin off the top my head,/
while u copy rhymes out that pad u hold in your hand,/
aint from N.Y or New Jerz,
I can hear it in ur verse;
….words is soft; soundin too delicate,/
its defenant, this nigga from Connecticut,/…(ha)
a full (fool) bein represented by a half-number,/
the reason u only ½ a member,/
im laughin at ya,/....

sorry had to cut it short....be back lata,1

[tri~state]

yo how bout we take our verses and find out who people think won..cuz this shit is gettin boring...oh yea...and just to correct sum of ur shit..i was born in Bk now i live in Newark(use that as a personal i dont really care) and i dont even own a rhyme book haha. but yea ima post this shit up so people can say who won ayt....cuz i think i got u.

[ALIANZ]

sorry Sus this aint at u.....
we had too much beef.

LOL its nothing man, its competition and shit, thats why I stopped postin here because it was you and I goin back to back for like 3 pages and its got boring, there was nothin left to say lmao!

[T-rade]

props Rade, onli tryin to advance......artist cant stay in the same spot; gotta keep improvin.

Godt gået = well done,
....i figured out what it meant, thanks for the positive opinion c*

How the eff did you figure that one out? The words don't even resemble each other..!

And yeah, you gotta move forward, just only 3 months ago all i did was battle and trying to kill people lyrically then i decided to get deeper, more stories, more relevant shit you know? Now my only problem writing is coming up with the concepts. Usually i took my at least a week finish a song. I wrote one today, started last night, finished it up earlier today. Never been this productive, nor creative before

[vexed less]

How the eff did you figure that one out? The words don't even resemble each other..!

And yeah, you gotta move forward, just only 3 months ago all i did was battle and trying to kill people lyrically then i decided to get deeper, more stories, more relevant shit you know? Now my only problem writing is coming up with the concepts. Usually i took my at least a week finish a song. I wrote one today, started last night, finished it up earlier today. Never been this productive, nor creative before

* found out the meanin on the net sumwhere.....

thats wat i was like before my current job, i was writin for hours a day , advancin lyrically....tryin to figure out what makes a rhyme hot.
i kept experimentin n shit; like u i been writin mad stories,....sum of them are pretty impressive, but i aint postin anythin wid rel potential on the net though.

lol, i find it hard sumtimes to find a concept to write on.....but i alway read heaps; Sun Tzu, Che Guevara, alot of shit on history, psychology n philosophy....it helps heaps...

u cool homie, keep at it.. 1

[T-rade]

* found out the meanin on the net sumwhere.....

thats wat i was like before my current job, i was writin for hours a day , advancin lyrically....tryin to figure out what makes a rhyme hot.
i kept experimentin n shit; like u i been writin mad stories,....sum of them are pretty impressive, but i aint postin anythin wid rel potential on the net though.

lol, i find it hard sumtimes to find a concept to write on.....but i alway read heaps; Sun Tzu, Che Guevara, alot of shit on history, psychology n philosophy....it helps heaps...

u cool homie, keep at it.. 1


I should read that as well.

I have some concepts i need to get on paper. One called, "None of that describe me" and I got one called "NO" which is about what can go wrong by saying No and also one called Mad Confusion/Confused Madness/That's Why (I'm Mad)" and then my Dead Love which is about an old friend of mine who started sniffing and i didn't want nothing to do with him after that

[vexed less]

nice.......
some of that shit sounds crazy,
*btw that concept about 'wat can go wrong by sayin NO........shit just been jacked.......straight up man....lol
*jokin*
i respect u as an artist.....n myself; would neva try steal sumin i didnt create.
keep it up, peace

[vexed less]

my concepts be a little different.....
.....shit a bit similar to the second verse 'We March As Millions'......

"your rejection of wats right can mean ur in denile,/ it either breaks u or makes u become hostile,/.......how would life be without night? no tranquility,/ no way to get away n rest; no stability/"

*damn nas perfected that shit.........makes u think..


....i be about the 'balances/contrasts, strengths/weakness of life' type of shit......
its fairly complex, but real informative....
easy to be creative though....

My most recent shit be based on Psychology....sum rel crazy shit.
bout human behaviour, reaction..........all up my shit be like a 'class for the streets'.
lol but aint no nerd shit; all it be street spoken, all got to do with benifitin wid street life....its cool

[T-rade]

my concepts be a little different.....
.....shit a bit similar to the second verse 'We March As Millions'......

"your rejection of wats right can mean ur in denile,/ it either breaks u or makes u become hostile,/.......how would life be without night? no tranquility,/ no way to get away n rest; no stability/"

*damn nas perfected that shit.........makes u think..


....i be about the 'balances/contrasts, strengths/weakness of life' type of shit......
its fairly complex, but real informative....
easy to be creative though....

My most recent shit be based on Psychology....sum rel crazy shit.
bout human behaviour, reaction..........all up my shit be like a 'class for the streets'.
lol but aint no nerd shit; all it be street spoken, all got to do with benifitin wid street life....its cool


You make being a nerd sound negative lol, i'm the class nerd. The one with the bigger vocabulary, the one who pulls out words like oxymoronic and ambivalent, the who knows how to argue proper and with the intended results, lol.

And that about how people react, human behaviour, is what i tend to have as a minor alongside psychologi in college, and something about marketing as my major. So in several years, i'll have to read that shit as well most likely, though i might just stand within a few months on it

[vexed less]

nahh homie theres a difference between bein a nerd n bein educated.......
how old u be kid?
im 19 goin on 20; been rhymin seriously for about 3-4 years; im meanin sum hardcore hourly writin sessions per day, some rel dedicated shit,
......but i aint got in the studio yet though...i dont think im ready, so im just postpoin it.
u take rappin serious???
u got any recordins???

[T-rade]

Let me put it like this, i'm born late '90. I've been writing since i was 13 but only been serious about it since last new year.
2 Years ago i was amongst Denmarks best freestylers, but i neglected the craft, now i can't freestyle at all.

And nah, i aint got any recordings yet, lady fortune haven't given me the opportunity yet, i know peoples with peoples with studios, but everytime we arrange something, something goes wrong

[Shadowapocalypse]

sorry Sus this aint at u.....
we had too much beef.
this for State........

envisionin niggas failin, straight fallin,/
we warrin; State i destroy him,/
…..damn right im a ‘rook’; proud to say it,/
got potiental to become the most powerful to play wid,/ …..(for them chest lovin niggas, u’s know that)
aint rehearsed; spittin off the top my head,/
while u copy rhymes out that pad u hold in your hand,/
aint from N.Y or New Jerz,
I can hear it in ur verse;
….words is soft; soundin too delicate,/
its defenant, this nigga from Connecticut,/…(ha)
a full (fool) bein represented by a half-number,/
the reason u only ½ a member,/
im laughin at ya,/....

sorry had to cut it short....be back lata,1

Responding to the last spitter and what do you know, it happens to be you....

Let's go...

:::Made You Look Plays:::


Now let this be the last time I serve you, Last time I bust shots, lyrical curfews/
Last time you act up, last time you spit bullsh**, last time I leave ya body at the pulpit/
You wanna battle me? Go out in the desert and grab a snake and then see if you can rattle me/
This here's the end and never again will I blaze and amaze this vexed nicca for days/
This is ya final destination, choose the way you go/
By verse fire or this murderous flow/
You got's to go, that sh** that you spittin's so-so/
I'm Daisuke Matsuzaka, you Hideo Nomo/
A thing of the past, nicca you dead to me/
Like a drop of cyanide in a cup of ya tea/
Dawg, it really don't matter if you ree-spond/
You spit that little ish while I'm lyrical "Giant" like B. Bonds/
Go head wit the wackness, I severed ya dome to keep ya head to the sky like the sounds of Blackness/
Now say whatcha want because you know what you just read is gonna have yo a** Vexed More for months....

[ILL]

I shine like the moon in the dark sky
See the world through my third eye
This is verbal abuse
Nigga you rhyme like Dr. Seuss
Lyrics is dense
With nonsense
And full of pretense
Your flow is flawed
I'll leave you lyrically scarred
I do this for leisure
Which means I'm just fucking around
I rather be outside slapping a nigga with the four pound
But I'm so non violent
And contradict myself alot
But trust when I tell you
Nigga I will body your block

[T-rade]

I found you primitive when i analyzed your rhyme
So i'll homo sapiens sapiens civilize your mind
Your blind, and if i rip out your third eye your mine
And you cant follow the drums, so i'll critisice your time
And better beware before a knifes suprise you spine
You dont body anything, stop your lies, your kind
You live in a nice neighbourhood, don't disguise your grind
We all know, that to the f.b.i.´s your signed
Working for the feds, my advice you find
The day i shanghai's your shine
And the day you'll supplies your fined

[ILL]

Shorty I piss on niggas who have emcee aspirations
And shit on niggas
Leaving them needing respiration
I'm the alpha and the omega
Shining bright like the vega
But I'm far from a star
Just a lyricist pissing on what's been subpar
I could give you sixteen
But I like my beef lean

[ooDoe aka Doe Boy]

Shorty I piss on niggas who have emcee aspirations
And shit on niggas
Leaving them needing respiration
I'm the alpha and the omega
Shining bright like the vega
But I'm far from a star
Just a lyricist pissing on what's been subpar
I could give you sixteen
But I like my beef lean

ILL you need help, why u pissin on yourself
You got no guts, so all your left with is a shell
Your aspirations will fail, wit you telling these tails
Retard, like Juvey your thoughts are slow motion like snails
Talking subpar, when you just a sub car
And I'm disrespecting your ass, by spray painting that you suck hard

[vexed less]

*laughin*
nigga actin like he aint planned that shit over the last whole week.
'Microsoft Word' usin ma'fucka.......i see ur shit....know how u draft them rhymes u write,
Aint no nigga purposely put 'Capital Letters' at the start of each sentence....lol
Shadow u a smart nigga.......

aint valid; a joke, nigga ur rap aint included
coz aint a verse unrehearsed be that good, stupid,
too much time wasted, time taken to perfect it,/
overdone; damaged none, nuthin inflicted,/
….wack rhymer,
u lack fire,
no flame to help u light up,
…aint no 'Shadow' existin without the light i shine out,….(whoa!! Thats sum rel shit there)


I kill rhymers n rap writers, dead; them dudes is through,
…matter fact u safe son…coz that aint includin you, r*
u the such im crushin,/
cousin u soft as cushion,/
be afraid of me like u afraid off cussin,/
Homie u phony, just cut’n‘paste that shit u kickin,
u a fake nigga; probly got ur response already written....

[vexed less]

I found you primitive when i analyzed your rhyme
So i'll homo sapiens sapiens civilize your mind
Your blind, and if i rip out your third eye your mine
And you cant follow the drums, so i'll critisice your time
And better beware before a knifes suprise you spine
You dont body anything, stop your lies, your kind
You live in a nice neighbourhood, don't disguise your grind
We all know, that to the f.b.i.´s your signed
Working for the feds, my advice you find
The day i shanghai's your shine
And the day you'll supplies your fined

*laughin*
^^^ T you a funny nigga...

ILL ur shit be... aiight, T-Rade said it....'you primitive'.
step ur game up......
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[Shadowapocalypse]

*laughin*
nigga actin like he aint planned that shit over the last whole week.
'Microsoft Word' usin ma'fucka.......i see ur shit....know how u draft them rhymes u write,
Aint no nigga purposely put 'Capital Letters' at the start of each sentence....lol
Shadow u a smart nigga.......

aint valid; a joke, nigga ur rap aint included
coz aint a verse unrehearsed be that good, stupid,
too much time wasted, time taken to perfect it,/
overdone; damaged none, nuthin inflicted,/
….wack rhymer,
u lack fire,
no flame to help u light up,
…aint no 'Shadow' existin without the light i shine out,….(whoa!! Thats sum rel shit there)


I kill rhymers n rap writers, dead; them dudes is through,
…matter fact u safe son…coz that aint includin you, r*
u the such im crushin,/
cousin u soft as cushion,/
be afraid of me like u afraid off cussin,/
Homie u phony, just cut’n‘paste that shit u kickin,
u a fake nigga; probly got ur response already written....


lol, good comback duke...

For real though? I wrote that verse in 20 minutes, real talk, yesterday. I came in this thread, seen who was the last to actually spit a verse, was lookin' at the link somebody posted of Nas on Jimmy Kimmel performing HHID then Made You look, then keyed the verse...

lol, and as far as the capital letters are concerned, that's how I type, even on a message board. It's a habit, a good one as a matter of fact, lol....


Excellent response nonetheless....

[vexed less]

lol, good comback duke...

For real though? I wrote that verse in 20 minutes, real talk, yesterday. I came in this thread, seen who was the last to actually spit a verse, was lookin' at the link somebody posted of Nas on Jimmy Kimmel performing HHID then Made You look, then keyed the verse...

lol, and as far as the capital letters are concerned, that's how I type, even on a message board. It's a habit, a good one as a matter of fact, lol....


Excellent response nonetheless....


ur the one bringin the heat nigga, i just gotta try respond to it.....
that las rhyme u kicked was crazy...i actually thought for a sec 'wat if this dude actually wrote that of the top his head'......lol

ur impressive Shadow......for a producer u actually make a great m.c,
damn... great beats, great rhymes; ladies n gents we got the new Kanye West..
alwaz a pleasure homie, peace

[tri~state]

i'll put vexed less in a shadow of apocalypse for his rhyme-skill/
i aint rich by a long shot, but i still carry 9-mills/
leave u in the morgue stiff as a board, signed-and-sealed/
and im like a broke poker player, how i decline-a-deal/
i dont need to go major, i play triple-A-ball/
im sittin on a mound of money.... pitchin-8-balls/
i know the shit sound funny, but i swear its the truth/
and when ya momma aint around is the only time u swear-in-the-booth/
and u might hold a gun, but are u aware-how-to-shoot?/
i'll hang u upside down, yup, put ya derriere-inna-noose/
call me the bully, extort u then smush ya face-in-ya-lunch/
and the only time ya 'flow' is 'heavy' is on the 28th-of-the-month/
u a pussy, like a cat, but where's ya whiskers?/
i hope u hit puberty soon, so u can defend ur sisters/
care about what u think about this rhyme?, nigga-hardly/
this is off top like ya girl bra, plus im sippin-bicardi/
i'll follow u home, cuz i know ya bones-is-hollow/
be ya own man, instead of livin off of Nasir Jones'-motto/
ya mind weak, im the chief, leave u froze-like-a-model/
ya best bet is to get dough-in-the-lotto, or go on showtime-apollo/
im a beast when it comes to the beats-and-the-speech/
and fuck a fight, leave ya life liquid leaked-on-the-street/
i got lines like... best buy on christ-mas-eve/
yal dirty niggas,...i'll show u how to spit-shit-clean/
this christ-mas-means, i cant do nuthin but get-this-cream/
and that causes ya bitches to be on my dick like prin-ted-jeans/

ayt switch it up

yall amatuers, ima gun shootin at a higher calibur/
and my words, will make u herbs, break(brake) faster than calipers/
on a mountain-bike, i denounce-ya-rights to spit that wack-shit/
yall need rehearsin like a C-list act-ress, dont get ya back-split/
from a knife,....... or a smashed OE bottle/
fuck ridin dirty, im ridin drunk, clutchin an OE throttle/
aww man im done...im too twisted to go on

oh yea this is off the head in like 10...maybe 15 cuz i had to go back and add the dashes and im fuckin done hahah drink on playa

[T-rade]

lol, and as far as the capital letters are concerned, that's how I type, even on a message board. It's a habit, a good one as a matter of fact, lol....



I do that as well, wether i write on computer or in hand. Every new line with capital

[vexed less]

*laughin*
Tri-state is that a diss??
coz foreal if it was who it be at??
one line out that whole shit be relivant.....
if that shits at me aint a response needed. period

[tri~state]

Yea It Was At U And Shadow.

And Why Wont U Respond?

[vexed less]

the only thing that make it a diss be that first line.......
take that away n u just got sum general punchlines
there aint enough to make me wanna respond...
u dont believe me???
check this than...for eg.


Tri-state aint consistant, dissin with no skills/
i aint rich by a long shot, but i still carry 9-mills/
leave u in the morgue stiff as a board, signed-and-sealed/
and im like a broke poker player, how i decline-a-deal/
i dont need to go major, i play triple-A-ball/
im sittin on a mound of money.... pitchin-8-balls/
i know the shit sound funny, but i swear its the truth/
and when ya momma aint around is the only time u swear-in-the-booth/
and u might hold a gun, but are u aware-how-to-shoot?/
i'll hang u upside down, yup, put ya derriere-inna-noose/
call me the bully, extort u then smush ya face-in-ya-lunch/
and the only time ya 'flow' is 'heavy' is on the 28th-of-the-month/
u a pussy, like a cat, but where's ya whiskers?/
i hope u hit puberty soon, so u can defend ur sisters/
care about what u think about this rhyme?, nigga-hardly/
this is off top like ya girl bra, plus im sippin-bicardi/
i'll follow u home, cuz i know ya bones-is-hollow/
be ya own man, instead of livin off of Nasir Jones'-motto/
ya mind weak, im the chief, leave u froze-like-a-model/
ya best bet is to get dough-in-the-lotto, or go on showtime-apollo/
im a beast when it comes to the beats-and-the-speech/
and fuck a fight, leave ya life liquid leaked-on-the-street/
i got lines like... best buy on christ-mas-eve/
yal dirty niggas,...i'll show u how to spit-shit-clean/
this christ-mas-means, i cant do nuthin but get-this-cream/
and that causes ya bitches to be on my dick like prin-ted-jeans/

ayt switch it up

yall amatuers, ima gun shootin at a higher calibur/
and my words, will make u herbs, break(brake) faster than calipers/
on a mountain-bike, i denounce-ya-rights to spit that wack-shit/
yall need rehearsin like a C-list act-ress, dont get ya back-split/
from a knife,....... or a smashed OE bottle/
fuck ridin dirty, im ridin drunk, clutchin an OE throttle/
aww man im done...im too twisted to go on

u see....
now that diss be at u...
aint nothin of relivance in it,

[tri~state]

so what did u want me to do...put ur name in it more times? i do0nt know u personally so what more do u want?

[tri~state]

is this better...i added ya name this time..i dont know u so how in the hell ima spit sumthin personal??

i'll put vexed less in a shadow of apocalypse for his rhyme-skill/
i aint rich by a long shot, but i still carry 9-mills/
leave Vexed in the morgue stiff as a board, signed-and-sealed/
and im like a broke poker player, how i decline-a-deal/
i dont need to go major, i play triple-A-ball/
im sittin on a mound of money.... pitchin-8-balls/
i know the shit sound funny, but i swear-its-the-truth/
and when vexed momma aint around is the only time he swear-in-the-booth/
and u might hold a gun, but are u aware-how-to-shoot?/
i'll hang u upside down, yup, put ya derriere-inna-noose/
call me the bully, extort u then smush ya face-in-ya-lunch/
and the only time vexed's 'flow' is 'heavy' is on the 28th-of-the-month/
vexed a pussy, like a cat, but where's his whiskers?/
i hope u hit puberty soon, so u can defend ur sisters/
care about what u think about this rhyme?, nigga-hardly/
this is off top like ya girl bra, plus im sippin-bicardi/
i'll follow vexed home, cuz i know his bones-is-hollow/
be ya own man, instead of livin off of Nasir Jones'-motto/
ya mind weak, im the chief, leave u froze-like-a-model/
ya best bet is to get dough-in-the-lotto, or go on showtime-apollo/
im a beast when it comes to the beats-and-the-speech/
and fuck a fight, leave ya life liquid leaked-on-the-street/
i got lines like... best buy on christ-mas-eve/
vexed a dirty nigga...i'll show u how to spit-shit-clean/
this christ-mas-means, i cant do nuthin but get-this-cream/
and that causes vexed's bitche to be on my dick like prin-ted-jeans/

ayt switch it up

vexed is an amateur, ima gun shootin at a higher calibur/
and my words, will make this herb, break(brake) faster than calipers/
on a mountain-bike, i denounce-ya-rights to spit that wack-shit/
vexed need rehearsin like a C-list act-ress, dont get ya back-split/
from a knife,....... or a smashed OE bottle/
fuck ridin dirty, im ridin drunk, clutchin an OE throttle/
aww man im done...im tooo twisted to go on

oh yea this is off the head in like 10...maybe 15 cuz i had to go back and add the dashes and im fuckin done hahah drink on playa

[ALIANZ]

Yo ya need to get in that 16 bars thread, talk about anything, that might be more competitve since we dont have any dirt on eachother, its hard to diss, but that thread is more competitive IMO and there we can seperate the skilled MC's to the Sucker MC's

[vexed less]

damn man that '16 bars thread' dun taken all competitors awai, this shit dun.
The Apocholypse where u at son???, i seen u makin sum posts nigga.....drop anotha verse....peace