Mahatma vs Big T

trap. · 01-28-2013, 01:06 AM

01-23-2002

Big T ~

Mahatma's threads have more dickryding then the red-light district of
Amsterdam//
Fuck talking sicilian like the mob, we gonna do this man-to-man//
Mahatma wants to be straight like the arrows of Robin Hood shot at a
target//
But he keeps buying gay pre-written rhymes that dropped to a barget//

No need to go over this like roadkill, I'm so ill, by the sight of me grabbing the mic youhold still//
I'm so used to winning my hatricks contain fo' kills..you've really become wack man, you sold skills?//
I'm rare like nude pics of Britney, thinking you biting me like a dog, it felt more like a smooth kiss or hickey//
I move spits so sickly that your fellow-mod's tryed to glue this to a sticky//
I flow sick, when I post spits, I'm so quick people think they are experiencing ghost hits//
You know this, so just [/B]go kid[/B], before I start delivering
low-kicks like dwarfs on an XTC overdosis//
Mahatma, drop the act, we know you don't pop the gats, you're actually ''spilling'' rhymes, a slob at best//
I mock the best, buncha fake cats screaming:,,I rock a vest''//
No way out, like a room with no doors, your an mc but you ain't doing your job, like a broom with no floors//
You want some of my rhymes screw 'em, their yours, but don't make me me pull the gun like those man in blue uniforms//
And your shit gets blown out of proportion like sex with an elephant, bragging 'bout twisting necks is irrelevant//
And don't spend your cash on guns, save some stacks for health attend, and you know I'll be back, well that's the end//

The only ill thing that ever came out of Nottingham was dodsley grabbin' the mic.//
Your girl crying but don't ask questions, they'll answer: ''It was T slappin' ya wife'
'//

Mahatma ~

You couldn't smoke on fire, your your countries BIGgest failure
Ms. T even wack at 'asthma!', I'll let ****** watch as I 'inhale-her'

This 'gay' fuckz 'sailorz', 'Y mc!, Eh?' I make the 'ocean feel' the pain
Your wordplay'z strained, if I played with your wordz I'd amaze your lame brain
Big's this kids jaded name, tryna trade for a dead mans fame you should get shot to shit
Mahatma'z the 'badest with electric time tricks' showing a rapper that 'Nottz dropped tha apocolypse'
You ain't even sick, your the 'grass' near the snake hissing
I 'stitch up' phoney emceez: only with they organz missing!
I bring the force from Britain, you' from Holland & not taking the shit legal to you?, you fool!
Thatz like practicing voodoo on picturez ov your self & then wondering why you got huge holes shooting through you!
To get your battle record, you move, with secret delete it tacticz
Mahatma hitz this bitch so hard, her unborn fetus just did a back flip!
I give you an ass whip, & not the kinky kind you find in your home & town
You a 'backwordz bitch giving head' so hard your whole face not just nose is brown!
The fact is Holland is pretty well known: in the world drug traders
But you couldn't 'blaze up' on the 'empire state holding badly made light sabers!'

01-28-2013, 01:06 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Mahatma vs Big T 01-23-2002 Big T ~ Mahatma's threads have more dickryding then the red-light district of Amsterdam// Fuck talking sicilian like the mob, we gonna do this man-to-man// Mahatma wants to be straight like the arrows of Robin Hood shot at a target// But he keeps buying gay pre-written rhymes that dropped to a barget// No need to go over this like roadkill, I'm so ill, by the sight of me grabbing the mic youhold still// I'm so used to winning my hatricks contain fo' kills..you've really become wack man, you sold skills?// I'm rare like nude pics of Britney, thinking you biting me like a dog, it felt more like a smooth kiss or hickey// I move spits so sickly that your fellow-mod's tryed to glue this to a sticky// I flow sick, when I post spits, I'm so quick people think they are experiencing ghost hits// You know this, so just [/B]go kid[/B], before I start delivering low-kicks like dwarfs on an XTC overdosis// Mahatma, drop the act, we know you don't pop the gats, you're actually ''spilling'' rhymes, a slob at best// I mock the best, buncha fake cats screaming:,,I rock a vest''// No way out, like a room with no doors, your an mc but you ain't doing your job, like a broom with no floors// You want some of my rhymes screw 'em, their yours, but don't make me me pull the gun like those man in blue uniforms// And your shit gets blown out of proportion like sex with an elephant, bragging 'bout twisting necks is irrelevant// And don't spend your cash on guns, save some stacks for health attend, and you know I'll be back, well that's the end// The only ill thing that ever came out of Nottingham was dodsley grabbin' the mic.// Your girl crying but don't ask questions, they'll answer: ''It was T slappin' ya wife' '// Mahatma ~ You couldn't smoke on fire, your your countries BIGgest failure Ms. T even wack at 'asthma!', I'll let ****** watch as I 'inhale-her' This 'gay' fuckz 'sailorz', 'Y mc!, Eh?' I make the 'ocean feel' the pain Your wordplay'z strained, if I played with your wordz I'd amaze your lame brain Big's this kids jaded name, tryna trade for a dead mans fame you should get shot to shit Mahatma'z the 'badest with electric time tricks' showing a rapper that 'Nottz dropped tha apocolypse' You ain't even sick, your the 'grass' near the snake hissing I 'stitch up' phoney emceez: only with they organz missing! I bring the force from Britain, you' from Holland & not taking the shit legal to you?, you fool! Thatz like practicing voodoo on picturez ov your self & then wondering why you got huge holes shooting through you! To get your battle record, you move, with secret delete it tacticz Mahatma hitz this bitch so hard, her unborn fetus just did a back flip! I give you an ass whip, & not the kinky kind you find in your home & town You a 'backwordz bitch giving head' so hard your whole face not just nose is brown! The fact is Holland is pretty well known: in the world drug traders But you couldn't 'blaze up' on the 'empire state holding badly made light sabers!'