this is an old chat battle I had with one of my closest ned buds back in the day named, "G Money" aka @
Rawn MD aka Emcee Braid E.. this battle is about 20 years old or older, I was like 12 years old when this battle had went down.. lol G Money, is a bro to me.. I havent spoken to him in nearly 20 years old or so but we first met in the AOL tight freestylers chatroom in 1993 or so, where I was like 7 years old and we use to cypher with each other all day and night.. lol this battle was archived on U.G.. enjoy..
G Money aka @
Rawn MD
my brain will leave u limbless, think u win this only thing goin up is my fawkin winlist//
leave you gimpin bitch, toss you in the ocean is flam boyant?//
na just annoying, dont be coy kid, g will destroy wits//
when i spark i leave a mark to play a part like programs at the opera//
flow kid no one stopin ya//
gettin cut quick g severin fingerin, so im always comin out ontop of ya//
drop the puns, fawk a gun i throw it in the crowd now the clap and appluad//
ur rappin im apauled your waq and all just because you had the gaul to step to g, hell leave u like a farmer graspin 4 straw//
bash in ya jaw, now how you goin spit, g's at the nucleus and you knew this bitch//
slice your center, the spys are censore//
resort to sitcoms steal the 99th answer to get smart//
the test starts, ur up light are on but ur still left in dark//
Corleone
quick keystyle..
erupted from a prominence, I've been polishing-shit,
before the existence of archeologist//
Im rockin it, suckin electricity from power sockets-kid,
'Twist this Mce"E" (emcee), as if I were to BRAID the Alphabet//(.. his alias name than was, "Emcee Braid E")
I'll leave backs-broke, cause this cat lacks-flow,
You aint an 'Angel', but bet when this battle over You'll be wearin a Halo//
Im unleashin the-truth, why type of leader are-you,
cause' of your mistakes you broke up your whole entire-crew// (.. his crew than, titled.. "I.C.U")
in this battle you display-spits, that can barely-make-it,
ill steal ya necklace and replace-it with 8-slits//
i was created, on a alien space ship,
with shit so hot my toilets possessed' by satan//
so fuck the 2nd round, cause you just a red-neck clown,
i tear shit down, like 'Abstinent relationship circles'.. they ain no "fucking around"//
with verbals-and nouns, i leave the most profound verses and sounds,
Its like im 'touching the floor" cause in this battle im winnin "Hands down"//
You bitch-dude.. so imma rip-you with so many dope lines coke fiends'll try to sniff you..