I figured I'd learn you all some NC history today. Step inside.

[Lars]

We're all familiar with the term "Nice Wit Dem hands, B?", right?

Well, it doesn't mean quite what some of you think...

For those of you who remember the Lamabating scandal, afterwards Allah or David Lama as he is better known to some of you guys, changed his avatar to a picture of a stickman jacking off and his custom title to "Nice With The Hands" across various websites.

You can find his old account at RM still with the same thing, I'll link to an old thread with his account at RM as proof:


http://board.rapmusic.com/emcee-hook...ine-rbl-2.html

And so, "You Nice Wit Dem Hands, B?" was and always has been a troll question when asked with an opponent frazzled at your responses.

You're welcome.

:)

[Split]

I'm guessing you're an admin/ supermod at RM considering all your trolling-ons have involved old RM accounts no one has looked at in years

[Lars]

Nah, this is genuine, I was searching up some old Vizz Blade/i don't lose verses for archiving here and noticed Allah had responded to that thread and saw his custom title/avatar.

A lot of you won't even know that that's where YNWDH, B? originates.

Probably only me and Peej from these boards, tbhandsfree.

[Ghost1]

lars is just an aincient text traveller, nothing more

[Lars]

I did use the MC Greg Braid E account in the RSTL in 2003 before I made my own Baron Mynd one.

Rawn gave it to my buddy, who then let me use it later on.

[Witty]

@Lars were you born in the internet?

And, I didn't know this...your mission to spread knowledge was successful, thank you.

[Scott Akers]

where you link gash on rm baron?

[Frank]

You Nice with them Handz B

New York Slang, spoken before you knew what rap was

[Lars]

Originally Posted by He whose name shall not be spoken

where you link gash on rm baron?

That was Xx_NASTY_xX but I ghosted some verses for him.

[Scott Akers]

that nigga keep cheating me out of the prediction contest in the wrestling forum.

[Strikta]

Them names take me back a lil.

I miss RM.

[Scott Akers]

Originally Posted by Lars

That was Xx_NASTY_xX but I ghosted some verses for him.

#strategic.

[Inno]

Originally Posted by Frank

You Nice with them Handz B

New York Slang, spoken before you knew what rap was

...

[Lars]

Originally Posted by He whose name shall not be spoken

#strategic.

not really?

we were both in the same crew at the time

i've written for a lot of people

[Scott Akers]

we know that isn't true.

wheres your proof, I got mine.

the mods in RSTL are investigating this.

[Lars]

What a waste of their time.

Compare and contrast verses, under that name, in the same league:

Her name was Mula...

My expensive tastes were taken in on the faintest whim,
As she was stacked, attenuated, crisp and wafer-thin.
But given the highly-pressurised environment she was made within,
It's no surprise that over time,
The strain has shown in the latent folds of her painted skin.
The years had taken their toll,/often tearing straight to her soul,
And she'd crossed paths with many men before leaving her loyalty placed in my hold.
Emblazened with gold, she was a grand acquisition to my plans for proficience
I'd just hoped the first to break into her was a man of conviction.
She helped with understanding additions when I could still be found as a scholar,
Down in the squalor,While most came a dime a dozen, she was as sound as a dollar.
And despite the great lengths or time it takes, I'll rightly wait.
To aquire her status requires my patience - But I admire the chase!
Without regard, I love her with every bludgeoning beat of my pounding heart,
Though her shapely figure may be bigger than the sum of her counterparts.
She's the well-rounded partner who constantly digs in my pockets.
Infact I think I could profit if I were to charge her rent... since she practically LIVES in my wallet!
The love I've given is sovereign, and will forever be hers, for better or worse,
Her rich merit deserves someone who'll cherish her curves and treasure her worth.
I'd said that at first this dime was my main choice,
But with her hard head and my opposing tales, we were two sides of the same coin.
And her resiliance showed her true brilliance though,
In the tough exterior she's gleaned due to being passed from pillar to post.
Given the global downturn I may eventually lose my clangorous lover
And know before long, I may stand to discover her in the hands of another.
Yet she's only chasing her destiny, I'd never knowingly place her in jeopardy,
She has common sense in abundance, she just considers change a necessity.
It's not her way of upsetting me by standing me up,
The fact is she just single-handedly pushed, wanting more bang for her buck.
She looks like one in a million, but needs more than is bein' offered,
Infact she seeks the coffers of someone with shorter arms and deeper pockets.
But I ain't even bothered, and the fact she gives no quater is quite funny,
Since i've been short-changed by that which holds most importance to me... MY MONEY!

http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-s...-1-0-vote.html



Nasty:

THE PRICE OF FREEDOM



World War II.... Japan

It was a time of hate and confusion for our tiny little world
a time in which historic events would unfold
and prepared with my rifle i sat, rather stood in a foxhole

i stared out into the morning sky as the water splashed our site
it felt strange, even if it was for a good cause who really wants to fight
who wants to be part of this force? who wants to possibly die tonight?

with my rifle in my hands, shoulders strapped with ammunition
and my serial number stuck in my mind i had just one bloody mission
the entire object of my existence to destroy the Japanese resistance

by killing them with rifle, knife, grenade, or bayonet
I'll ensure the world's safety or so i'm told by my superior leautinent
I'll fight for this until i die or until they're gone and the man tells me to quit

the order comes as expected and we move out across the land
armed with cold stares, the wills to kill, and rifles loaded and ready to fire in every hand
this must be god's plan, we've been sent here to Japan to kill our fellow man

the doubt came over me, i shook my head and tried to clear my mind
as i heard the whispers in my head "go win for me! you might come home alive!"
how could i deny the urge to kill? when survival was the prize

shots rang out to my surprise the battle had started before expected
so i charged forward digging out the enemy, no fear for the thought of death had been accepted
i picked them off one by one, as my brothers fell i kept wondering who the next is

my brother from the island took a shot right below his heart
i stop shooting kneeled next to him and ripped his shirt apart
i applied the pressure and tried to calm him down, step by step like i was taught

reality set in and the fear engulfed my body for the first time i was scared
not for me but for my brother, really if he died for this country would this country really care?
sending a folded flag and medal to his mother won't help, this just isn't fair

he stared up at me i could see the life leaving his body just through his eyes
only 19 years old how can this possibly be justified?
who do i blame the japs? my country? how can our president sleep at night?

we won that war there was never a doubt and i came home in one piece
we dropped two bombs on our enemies we wiped out the japanese
so why are we celebrating? why won't the cheering cease?

we won the fight but lost our friends.... is another man's freedom worth your life?

http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-s...-4-3-vote.html

VENGEANCE IN IT'S COLDEST FORM


from the darkest heartless, our dearly departed
i spit on your grave and engrave my name on your carcass
re-write this verse on the head of your tomb, crone tunes
that send chills down your spine and go through you like prunes
kerosene and gasoline gets substituted for embalming fluid
from the darkness appear four darkly dressed men in garbs like druids
walking slowly through the masses, with an acetylene torch unflask it
i command cremation, now set fire to the bastard in the casket
embellish in the wake of your desire, trying to relish the hellish fire
surrounded by psychotic spirituals hummed by a ghostly attired choir
faces of tears run the makeup and mascara, the night fills with terror
as the air of evil and hatred surrounds the pall bearers



i read from the book of the dead re-wrote with satan's own illustrations
all your enemies pour acid on your brow for libations
the minister administers the reading of the your last rights
a dark cloud forms then lightening cracks over your gravesite
no vegetation in site the land is baron and famished
a burning cross streaks across the sky and in a flash it vanishes
the stench of your burning flesh attracts the gathering of feasting rats
from the ground decaying hands reach through the cracks
the wind howls harshly the keen ear can hear a scream of anguish
as the language of the saintly drifts away then languish


evil spirits congregate in the darkness to raise hell and frolic
as your burnt wounds get stuffed with peels from garlic
worms burrow in your skull making holes big enough to put a finger in
then i pour in ammonia while your burnt flesh is still lingering
a single file of mourners in shock stand up and take a step forward
as your rotted burnt casket is picked up and then lowered
unto the cold of the earth as the decayed hands pull your remains down
a deacon whips his dick out and pisses on your secrete grounds
a single dead black rose is tossed in your grave and it withers
put my picture on this site with the words, "Link Gash did this to this nigga"
the dirt hitting the casket thuds like the thunder rumbling
all in attendance fall quiet and no one says a thing
then all silently walk away as his grave is overcome by my shadow
then a thought occurs, "was all this worth you running your mouth?"

http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-s...ash-1-1-a.html

MY DREAM



atop the hill sits my dream, lit up by a crack of light from the sun's beam
once it signified my lord supreme, now i realize it's all a scheme
an evil regime designed to exploit the masses
from the rich to poor classes, it doesn't matter no passes
they'll make you all look like asses

“There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream.”

from a young age i was taught to believe, in that omnipotous being
one that reigns supreme, and I ate it all up i was so naive
i bought it all how i could i not see? it was so clear right in front of me
i vowed to follow that man's word, even when my prayers went unanswered
i believed it all no matter how absurd, he was my shepherd
and i was content to be one of the herd

and now i stand here at the foot of the hill, my life at a standstill

i'm grown now nobody leading the way, nobody telling me what to think or what to say
so it's up to me to follow him and never stray, he's the reason i make it through the day
but my life is still empty it must be a lack of faith
so i ask for guidance yet the faith never comes, but yet i'm told he's the almighty one
why is there hunger in slums? why are there homeless digging for crumbs?
why is there war? why isn't everyone blessed with freedom?

just read that book you were given, who care's if it's been rewritten

in the back of my mind the questions are alive, "has my whole life been a lie?"
"where will i go when i die?" "is there really a heaven up in the sky"
"will this great man be waiting for me when i arrive?"
no it can't be true it, is he real? where's he at? has to be the book teaches that
in 6 days he created the map, and on the seventh he rested, WAIT this man needs a nap?

how can i believe in this being when logic is overseen? and still i'm intrigued

where did we come from? how did we come to be? of course it's Adam and Eve
evolution is crap right? it's easy to see, it wasn't nature it was a talking snake in a tree
as i walk up the path that church casts a shadow on me
atop the hill sits my dream, and even though i don't believe, i pray to god i'm deceived
i hope he can see, why i would question MY DREAM, as i pull open the door and realize it's EMPTY

JUST LIKE MY DREAM

[Lars]

I use multies.

He doesn't.

Glaringly obvious point number one.

LOL

[Scott Akers]

I never seen you use a multie one beside that verse, stop pulling shit out your ass, none of this proves that you ghostwrote, and the guy won't even admit it.

how is that thread working out for you on rm biter?