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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Defc0n Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 03:45 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 02-03-2013, 05:38 PM #1 trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0 trap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant futuretrap. has a brilliant future Default Defc0n Name: Defcon, Don't Ban Me U Nazis Crews: Where: Queens, New York Repped: Sethros, UPN vs Fracture (3 Rounds) Remember Hawaii, when you lost internet access? The excuse to avoid Sam X and not get mercked by black death? I'll pour peroxide in ya wounds, you still won't be on the bubble You couldn't get kids to clap if you broke from a huddle Dude skin so dry he go thru deodorant with one armpit And made a name for himself by usin' gay ass (_!_) <--- font tricks All u gonna do is call me terrorist well bitch I'm the Ayatollah I eat eat eat emcees, only thing in ya fridge is bakin' soda You armed with hammers i'm armed with nuclear weapons They gwon call you Niggasaki in a matter of seconds You lost this battle cause like Parallax "I intelligent..." I turned you into a bigga bitch than Chris Tucker in Fifth Element corbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! I crush diction with Pulp Fiction Travoltaish flow I'll stab you in the heart like you overdosed on coke You had a gay marriage, and skills you got nuthin' I'll rock a wifebeater...when I'm beatin' your husband Ya arms connect to ya neck, no shoulders, and thats wack Nigga Frac so skinny he can't even rock a backpack Kid so anemic, locked in a cell you'd call him sickle Frac the only black dude who got pudgy white girl nipples I seen ya pic, posin' like supaman like you got heart when, Ya wifebeater tight and xtra small and you look like Dark Kent You got a deadeye, llama lips, and ya nose all prevalent Why you got those lil tinyass ears like Richard Jefferson? Dude a woman, look all his chest hair scrambled His nostril bigger than his eye and he look like Tevin Campbell You a bigheaded stickfigure, I see your dome bobble son How the hell ya upper lip gonna be thicker than the bottom one? I mentioned ya shapeup already but why it so high dude? Either you goin' bald, or ya barber really don't like you Cause that's the worst shapeup in the history of mankind You know theres something wrong when ya forehead got a tanline You got text tricks and riders, your essence is shallow Im'a slice ya face faster than eskimo kissin' Aloe Fracture my bones all you want, you know they'll be mendin' But how you gonna heal after I tear ya ligaments and tendons? This is war, u an asshole, mac lethal, pass me the ammo! You at the end of ya rope like a cowboy hung with his own lasso I beat you the first 38 lines, yea u know I got you U turned gay before you even met Erykah Badu Dude live in a shack with no bedrooms with his folks Plus nigga look like Dudley from Different Strokes I seen ya fake personals shit got me thinkin' I seen ya pic but why the cameraman got you winkin'? It aint as bad as Espis but ya eye not too assertive Ya right eye unmotivated and it got ya eyebrows nervous I'm Osama so what?, a perilous terrorist vandal I'll choke you with my turban and clap you with my sandals U so scared of my verse, ya hair white like Amadeus You about to get sniped, I'm Pharoah, you're the Mayor "So it was that i had shot 'em...", with a fuckin' machine gun Evaporate you so fast you won't even bleed none You the dumbest nigga I know, aint got a bit of knowledge U pay for school out ya pocket and think its cool to skip college Slice ya frame so fast, I'll leave ya shit still intact I'm housin' Frac in this battle but he still live in a shack Push your wig back with the death touch like Dim Mack Crack your head open like hicks do to six packs I'll arrest your development like heart attacks in Tennessee Only time you're dope is a case of mistaken identity When it's me, that you gettin' mistaken for Black Thought used you as a topic when he wrote "Pussy Galore" Aya playa u rep leffcwoast I'll dub u in the Cali accent U so skinny you stand sideways and get marked absent Calimayne be the aim name, sigify this line After I son you 16,785 times You a fringe of society, I hate pussywieldin' dregs That slit in ya eyebrow dont match the slit between ya legs Ya skin so ashy look like you roll around in sandpaper You tryin' to tickle palms so I ain't tryin' to hand shake ya Ya Page made me Earl Duke praise me as Sire Your verse 'dragon along', my shit's a reign of fire I'm Bin Laden clappin' metal, bullets madea plutonium At the only dude with a shapeup on the top of his cranium My single go uranium cause it's radioactive You needa get a life, or half a one, nigga go practice Girls think you ugly after drinkin' mad bottles You ugly thru beer telescopes the same as beer goggles I fuck ya moms, cunt bruisin', give her pussy contusions Airin' out my balls like the Spalding Infusion Bring ya trailer to the city, then talk about gettin' urban Frac in the rap olympics....yeah, the special version You aint prepared for combat when I bring a nigga war I hang with hotties you be datin' Jigarkwhars I got flow, lyrics, delivery, presence like baby showers You just very ashy lookin' like you slept in flour Frac like Starvin' Marvin from South Park and so is Aloe too Mix 'em together you get a raver faggot blackish jew Cause Owloes nose speak Yiddish but he really Christian His nose was Bar Mitzvahed in his lip it made incisions Ya lyrics need revision like wearin contacts AND glasses Frac and Aloe so skinny I know they aint rappin' for the masses All the steroids in the world wont juice they wirey frames they like the movie Pac watched in Juice. bout to die in the flames Tradin' shots? like Gary Payton you gettin' Bucked fast Ya punches stay comin' up short like Soul Strikes Mustache Frac a faggot ass, I remember shit you posted I was dyin' You ain't scared of bein' ashy yet you have a fear of flyin' And speakin of fly, I seen flies on the eyes of this brotha Beggin' for charity on commercials with Sally Struthers And 3's company so like Jack just stop Trippin' Pinky, Aloe and Adonis on my jock so you needa get off my dick man Now the hammer drops, you screwed when I drop the tooly On the dome of a burnt ass crisp fake D.L. Hughely I feel bad u so ashy, the way im herbin' with this servin' So heres' a lifetime of Lubriderm and free kit of Jergens So rub and massage that shit in, for a pore cleansin' Revitalize ya skin so it don't look like you fuckin' sheddin' Cause the way it is now, don't make sense to an economist To fix it, you'd have to spend ya life savings on a Dermatologist Yeah I barraged the shit out of you, but you was never worthy Lookin' like a young gay ass charcoaled version of Eddie Murphy You broke nigga, I'll put you on a show make u look silly there It's reality TV and im'a name that shit black "Bro Millionaire" Notice me, Totally, Vocally, Dissin You Globally you can flow with me, you long lost faggot backup singer from Jodeci Frac mad poor he eat cereal with orange juice Someone knock him in his eye and fuckin' jarred it loose Nigga so poor, I bring the heat he cant fuck with c0n Only way his shack get heat is when he leave his oven on He financially challenged what's worse is he know it He buddys with his rats and best friends with his roaches Matta fact, on the inside he really just a white bitch He got so many roaches they don't run when he flip the light switch Yeah Frac got personals, so what his flow suck Plus he live in a trailer that got a fuckin' donut In Snatch they called em Caravans his shit's paddywacka blue Sometimes he sleep under cars like a homeless faggots do He got a gimpy leg and he be doin the gay Crip walk Talkin' shit to himself cause his lazy eye need a pep talk Fuck this Cali based rider fuck what this mark says I mean look, his arms skinnier than Keon Clarks legs vs Aloe I don't flippity flip, so ima hit you with a hella blunt flow What's it like to have Leo Dicaprios body and Helen Hunts nose? You so skinny you make tight shirts look like nightgowns Weighin' the same as you did at ya birth, no ounces and 9lbs Your idea of fun? flippin' around. that shit is too sad.. Gettin' drunk off Zima alone with a gook who wear doo rags You get mad and delete my stuff, I can't believe this cats sass He get offended by an alias thats just a underline and backslash _/ "Hi remember me, your right arm you so deeply despise?... It's not my fault, if you ate then maybe id gain some size..." It's ok Owloe I understand you wannna be above dissin' I would too if 98% of my body mass was friction I heard you tried to DJ, but quickly abandoned the effort Cause your body so weak, YOU got spun around by the record As for your osama con post, sorry Owl you gettin' No Dap For a blow job and Tequila...We all know that Native wrote that Matta fact that gook even doctored my picture You ain't from Philly but ya favorite team is the 76ers Cause you think they reppin' ya weight, let's get one thing str8 NO NOT YOUR NOSE, as for that, it's just too late Ya shit so crooked, and EVERYBODY know this So bad psychiatrists could use that shit for hypnosis I used to think deletin' threads is what you did for a livin' But it's all clear now, that's your idea of power liftin' You're starving to death on death row, now THAT'S REAL Nigga ahloe said, "No thanx potnah" when they offered a last meal Don't downplay skinny jokes? they really aren't played Cause your body a strap hangar plus that shit is all frayed Your will is like your nose, I bet that it's bendin' You so slim, I can use you to check the oil in my engine You hella wack hella gay hella thin u hella jerk Wearin' a hella beige hat and a hella yellow shirt Dipstick ass nigga lookin' like the frailest kite What kinda homo asks cats to peep they shit on Rainy Nights? Mellow Skies in the Summer? Sorry I ain't gonna listen Not when the names of your songs are like budget jazz renditions Prayin' mantis stick figure btich, go to war on the front line You so slender I bet you don't even get shot ONE TIME... Fuck your nose you anorexic hookface THAT SHIT NEVER IS PLAYED You a bitchass cali clay figure, only WITHOUT the clay Ya shnoz outta wack like an uncontrollable fireman hose Took weightgainer and the only thing that got big was ur nose I'll drop a bomb on com denom aka Faggot and Nosestello Read this diss on your roof only when the "Sky is Mellow" I am kinda like your nose, for you I feel sadly Cause you like the midget elf version of Shawn Bradley Your body so sharp, I thought it was a sif gimmick Nigga Aloe went in a moshpit and killed everyone in it You not a real boy, you a puppet only your nose'll grow But crooked as fuck like a criminalistic Pinocchio Witch faced faggot Son of Bob Saget I seen you on a broom while ya nose practice black magic That shit is hella fucked up look like to ya chin its givin' chase Like you skydived with no parachute and land flat on ya face trap. is offline Add to trap.'s Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 05-24-2024, 07:03 PM #2 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default "Cy Young" 2002 I`m a hurler, a tosser, the term is semantics... I`m a muthafuckin` pitcher with perfect mechanics. My ritual is to carve my name in the ground... In every park I pitch at when I`m takin` the mound. Pitchin` back to back complete games, I am the best... On no days of rest cause I throw with the right or the left. My arm angles vary and most batters are known to fan... I switch up speeds, slow and swift, side-arm or overhand. My fielders get a day off, they know they`ll get a gem from me... My arm`s made of rubber, I know every batters tendencies. I`m called the "Starting Closer", when I throw the game is won... My curve breaks 2 feet, my fastball broke the radar gun. If you expect the changeup, I`ll start throwin` thunder... Sawin` off bats watchin` cats leave with broken lumber. Sluggers step up to the plate, Only to wiff... My changeup is slow as fuck, my heat explodes in the mitt. I got a 2 seam and a 4 seam with perfect location... With a slider as my K pitch, I invert the rotation. The batters chase balls that they think are in range... And often swing too early as I mix in the change. I`ll throw any pitch at anytime, I mix up my talents... The lack of routine keeps the hitters off balance. In the rare case of a walk, for outs, I got other ways... I throw sinkers to sluggers and they hit into double plays. If a batter gets on, the runner gets picked... I keep my windup cause my move to first is subtle and quick. I take any sign my catcher gives, I never shake him off... If you hit against me, your team`s takin` the loss. Bonds, Sosa, Griffey? I`ll humiliate your hero... I`m undefeated as a pro and my ERA is zero. Aside from pitchin` gems and bein` the toughest of aces... I hit for power, and win gold gloves cause I cover the bases. If you get hit with a pitch, Don`t be chargin` the mound... Bitch, I throw punches too, and will knock your ass OUT! __________________ Saint is offline Add to Saint's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Old 05-24-2024, 07:19 PM #3 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default "Being Someone Who Makes Posts About Being Other People" posted June 06, 2002 09:38 PM Defc0n: Causa E2, bein` other people is the subject that`s hot.. And since I`m wack, I`ll just write about someone I`m not. Andrew Jackson, Spiderman, maybe my Dad or my Mama... A slave, a doctor, someone in the Taliban or Osama. I like to bite off E2 so I gotta be sure to blur my intent... So I`ll make sure the person I pick, ties into current events. Eureeka, I`ve got the perfect guy to get me through this... The fights a week away so I`ll post "Being Lennox Lewis". Hmm, do I really wanna write about being this British fool?... Fuck it, I`ll write about Tyson, then you all will think I`m cool. My first-person fantasy`s stem from my minimal wit... I scrounge for concepts due to the lack of havin` original shit. But it`s all good, at least I always got stuff to rhyme about... There`s enough people to imitate...than theres even time to count. Fuck innovatin`, I never want my subject matter to end... Not even I wanna be me, That`s why I have to pretend... 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your lean with text and you just seem weak at best cuz your verse had us turn to the other cheek quickly like we seen an Ex this fiend gets wrecked! slapped with the laws(loss) with your text dude as your false advertising exposed for joining newbie tourney claiming your an X Nub simply plunder this geek! in battles, he stutters with keys cuz once the Munster dropped, the bitch ran, pulled, AND ducked under the sheets you stumbled in with a couple wins, and those musta been lucked bouts cuz X record like a batting average with the pitch thrown he swings, misses, and struck out fuck doubts! I have no battles to prove myself, but at first sight? your failing cuz you cant even handle to show up with basic Elements in a writing challenge!! |
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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives > Hall of Names Reload this Page Mr. Long Story Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 04:41 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 03-17-2024, 01:46 AM #1 Saint Scream Saint's Avatar Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,248 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535867 Saint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant futureSaint has a brilliant future Default Mr. Long Story Sites: UPN, AOR Aliases: Odin Crews: LOD "I'll Sleep When You're Dead." It takes my all just to pick up and say hi Small talk for me is a big gulp and a great sigh I know you're dead soon, old man passing the days by Grass ain't greener here, both sides watching the blades die Do I make time? they say it heals all, but it's my sum of all fears I've only seen the wound gap in all've my twenty four years Under the small tears of a young face that never knew grown Wondered if I'd find that strong familial bond in a group home Yeah..crybaby...still awake as he's boggled with his dreams Memories...garbage picking out a father figurine I'm stitching scenes to different seams to try and keep this positive But momma didn't raise no optimist, she raised a mix of screams Rants and raves, and yet they're tacitly expressed with a shrug And when you ask of me I passively react with a hug I know this gross and awful feeling sits in the pit of Jason's stomach And I'm glad he now has his own escape vacation from it But I'm left to wonder love when he said it; what he tasted from it Ain't it funny? you salvage your wasted life and those who suffered, they get punished New wife? Check. New life? Check again...and undoubtedly rich Where I spent my youth wanting to break the legs you walked out on us with You planted seed, and walked away. No guidance for copilots And when you didn't water us, we made due with our own eyelids Yes, at least a million broken homes thrive in these United States In fact, most of this past bullshit isn't what has me fighting grace It's the fact that my blackberry's been ringing your tone With me pacing elsewhere, still unable to pick up the phone |
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The Silent Arabian Night
.. Three kings surrender to three wise men eyes wide open soaks hope in opium dopeamines mime stencil outlines render dark shades and hues, waves of death ment to.. to what die like you (1) or live like you was To when you went once (2) because were softer drugs TO bump our crowns because you called them unfit (3) mine sits a hat, fact cuz the wind blows, swifts into shivers of legalization sterilization of the mind wither like a silent Arabian night shone our flesh melts like a mid life crisis in a come down of victory spinin heroin lids in snow cones like ice cream delivery probably wake up in another diamond field maybe a rape dungeon of the kings first daughters wield 1 men says to 2 - 3 i remember yes, one was called Hiedi Jennifer no jen - Oh heidei the seeming silly hill girl from way back went - tidy but in the mud of a field like she never lifted a pale to drink the ale she fetched by the mornings breath to the afternoons death to the dawns jest our fresh her flesh pronounced herself is in goosebumps italics bold you could almost curve her curves in cursives if even the dirt wasnt too dirty any whoot dooty 3 states through the blah blah is head spins possessed by the power.. rainbow effect clouds cover the dessert - stretch and reshape as his head spins like a pig.. forming the word coward.. 1,2 1..1-2 it wasnt long to the rest followed.. the three kings ponder life and such on a timeless bender in a sleepless town where you only come down when you ment to but life hasnt to that way as they dies in the skulls..flesh - scalp - immortalized and they need to escape or their kingdom will will crumble immoralized everything spins backwards on a spindle of unwound never stripped the bars slowly drip like wedges of dried paint ripped in the rip it takes the three of them to break apart the bars as they walk from the dungeon to the dinner room to the outside stars the kingdom shrivels with the rape dungeon afar like their first born son jafar they scream as their first and last breath in and word (sun) melts every essence of shelter and molds it to their flesh until they form rock their crown pops in and out and fuse their heads into the wisemens lost nigger blues shocked through and through cost and sets the sun on a scenic last kiss for their wives each six had 9 the day they became (one) and the sun sunk behind the desert beyond never again |
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2013 Swag&Flow Manhattan There's no seeing the God... I'm like a lone, feasting piranha when a boat sinks into water Lettin' throats bleed as I slaughter your whole team in the fog like a Prometheus monster. Emperor of Egypt with the severed heads of kings, needle full of heroin and ether... Pharaoh with the wings of a seraphim, burried underneath the Pyramids of Giza Get split to the dark meat 'til you're missin' a heartbeat when bit by this shark's teeth I'll pick you apart, geek Then I'm sippin' Bacardi in the Ferrari with piff in a jar and the Swisher cigar that's hid in the car seat. My bitch keeps a razor stashed inside her make-up bag and looks like Stacey Dash when she shakes her ass in a grey and black Raiders hat Get hypnotized by her lip gloss and the pink bra strap she's in... Feel the rush of cocaine up in your veins, 'cause I even got her fuckin' with Yay like Kim Kardashian The Iceman grippin' a Mr. Freeze, you bitches can kiss the ring Blitz you like a blizzard or winter breeze with a Richard Kuklinkski steez The fearless Lord with Gears of War, I'm fierce as Thor with them gats Prepare the coroner... Then pierce your core with a pair of swords sharp as the spears in Scorpion's hands Master Chief with a scope on the plasma beam And loadin' a magazine in a cloak with the dagger-piece I stole from Assassin's Creed A masked sniper when slugs transpire, my jaw's cast iron and brass-wired shut The story you hear around campfires... I was baptized in a tub full of Vampire blood Give you a Deathblow like the Deftones, in retro Jordans Ectomorph with a custom Tec gripped; get Your Fuckin' Head Split like a Necro chorus... Ayo, I think I've lost my mind - Chris Benoit in the dark with ninja stars and knives Your wife pregnant with twins, I'll make sure that bitch is sodomized... Start shootin' shit up like them kids from Columbine and go down for committing a triple homicide Wield scimitars the size of the Minotaur, the Mossberg causes constant carnage... But I only hear music when that shotgun's sparkin' like Alex in Clockwork Orange Break bones and smash 'em to a Beethoven classic Get your frame blown to ashes when my flame-thrower's blastin' The waviest spittin', with a razor blade hidded in a Patriots fitted Shankin' you with it, prayin' with witches while covered in your blood like a Pagan tradition Crazed and sadistic Satanist sinnin', I can change an Athiest's ways in an instant... Put a gauge to their ribs that'll make 'em religious and have 'em praisin' an image like ancient Egyptians Or I can destroy the faith of a Christian, same shotgun, have 'em taped in their kitchen... Tell 'em, "let's see if God saves you", wait... then blow their brains on the dishes Have body parts and organs missin' like Dahmer, it's contortionistic I'm haunted by the tortured infants slaughtered by abortion clinics Keep calm because a storm has risen, the gods were born and formed a vision So I'm throwin' tomahawks with pure precision to conquer wars in forty mintues ... And ya'll ain't got the guts to challenge me I'm ridin' with enough choppers to rival the whole Sons Of Anarchy Let the crows pick at your carcass after chrome triggers are claw-gripped Skull split, then thrown into a coffin 'cause I shoot 'til your soul lifts and Olympus Has Fallen The GOAT Christopher Wallace, brandishin' swords and hammer of Thor Got a passion for war; shatter your corpse when it's slammed through the floor... Randy Couture September 6th, a savage was born Leave your mandible torn 'cause I'm a fuckin' BEAST in the scene... animal porn vs Chyeahh Ayo, I should be facin the hardest life imprisonment.. not a single thought inside my awful mind is innocent Mail a video tape of me splittin ya frame, now ya daughter's eyes're witnessin the horrifyin incident - Gerard Butler in Law Abiding Citizen Keep a rifle w/ extra bullets when I ride in a rented Buick, a sniper w/ weapons shootin I'm 'bout to make a video of me stickin knives thru the flesh of students, post it on YouTube & title it 'Retribution' Go Elliot Rodger & empty the Glock, my weaponry's bonkers Got 70 choppers layin next to the Mossbergs & every revolver comes w/ a set of kitanas But forget about palmin a 'matic, these thoughts that I'm havin'll blow you off of the map along w/ ya ratchet Study the law of attraction & rearrange all of ya atoms usin quantum mechanics, I'm Dr. Manhattan Still I walk w/ a cannon.. double pump; bundled up, it's a cold winter Blade gripped, you catch a face lift then get thrown in a grave quick; that's Joan Rivers Sick to the core skinnin ya corpse, witness the gore Get viciously torn when I hit you w/ force like winds from the twisters that roared in Into the Storm & rip ya physical form In my city there's bad blood, so I'm grippin a black snub.. blow ya brains out while you sit in the bath tub You don't live what you rap, I'm aimin at ya whip if you act up... They won't know if somebody emptied a clip on ya van or if it got hit by a Mack Truck I'm God & Satan combined, gone insane w/ a rifle.. constant pain in my life, a monster made for survival Fuck referencin Johnny Cage, my bars belong in the HoF w/ ya idol's... slaughter Neigh' in the finals & walk away w/ the title.. |
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Go Back Netcees > Vault > Archives Reload this Page Classic Battle Series - Resin M-I-C vs Richard Corey Welcome, Lindel. You last visited: Today at 05:12 AM Private Messages: Unread 0, Total 1. User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 02-24-2021, 04:40 PM #1 KempoMRK Senior Member KempoMRK's Avatar Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 167 Rep Power: 4316196 KempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant futureKempoMRK has a brilliant future Default Classic Battle Series - Resin M-I-C vs Richard Corey First Battle Setting - WBL Date - 30th of June 2005 Link to Battle - HERE Richard Corey Quote: Originally Posted by Richard Corey vs. Fracture I'll punch him in the f*ckin' forehead and make his ears clap!! Quote: Originally Posted by Fracture’s side kick, Resin M-I-C vs. Phenom I’ll punch him in his face so hard his fuckin’ ears will clap Oh yeeeah…I can tell the predictions were right, I’m a die. This mothafucka’s gonna eat me alive…one bite at a time The Adventures of Shark Boy, I can’t do much more than laugh I’da pulled your fuckin’ card…if you didn’t pay the whores with cash Your skull is so stretched, it’s like watching ya face receding! Faggot got a missle head that breaks every United Nation treaty And don’t mention my chin... Look in a mirror, yours is bigger, bafoon That’d be the pot callin’ the kettle black…spook, nigger and coon And peepin’ that adams apple, I know no Corey will bow to this joke Cos’ even my kids you swallowed are clawin’ their way outta your throat I’d make Girrafe neck swallow the truth, but why do that to him By the time it gets through his throat it’d turn back into a rumor again See, Resin made a career out of riding the dicks of popular rappers And Allen Iverson prolly thinks he’s the best at hoppin’ on fractures I get girls to holla back, cause they know a mac’s in the place Resin only gets girls to holla, ‘back,’ when they’re grabbing their mace Probably cause he looks like cock-eyed horse when he’s wooing… with crooked stares Tim Taylor would spend a fortune improving Yeah, Resin’s a stand up-guy…shit I’ll admit that eager Cos’ if you got raped by Frac you wouldn’t wanna sit down either Bitch, everyone at UPN agrees that T~R~E got the best of him How’s it feel to be the champ only cause your boy let you win? And since you attack Classick’s mole… you’re skill wasn’t intense See…you ain’t the only one who can diss something that doesn’t exist Resin M-I-C Quote: Originally Posted by SezsioN to the bright glossed corridors and its lean, high halls. To where the pallid shag fingers of the succubus rug suc/cu/bus (noun.) a female evil spirit or demon thought in medieval times to descend upon and have sexual intercourse with sleeping men. SUCCUBUS RUG?????????? AHAHAHAHA And ya'll seen his pic in da field.. let's go Aiyyo ..oh, is that right ., they gon start humpin this lug ., << whoeva reads ur borin verse.. might get victimized by ur succubus rug. ..maaan, go back to ur wife ., i’m smackin fellas ., u freak ..he think’s his carpet’s so fly it made Aladdin jealous. ..n i feel sorry fo whoeva married this reformed swinger The Ring was scary in theaters; ..but it’s more frightenin seein it on his deformed finger.. ..now linger ., on ur weak THROAT disses, sorry if u wanna feel a serious Lump .. check da cancerous 1 on da left breast of Mrs Corey. ..i’m dishin stories ., as i laugh at ur face ., muthafucka’s speedbump-chin just yielded Traffic for days. ..bash n dismay ., shit’s huuge ., feel da breech effect ., if he drooled ..it’d take 10 yrs fo da saliva to reach his neck. ..defeat n wreck ., u rhyme B-S & I don’t buy-it ., that barricade jaw provided police protection durin a massive riot. ..deny it.. now lemme mention Fracture in defense., cuz whuts its say when I merked da nig ur .500 against .,shiiit mayne ., i’ll let all of da bets show., ur face has a Frame that can put 10 innocent men on death row. ..lets go .. when it comes to losin title shots ur loyal man ., Richard’s 1st , 2nd , 3rd ..all came successively like England’s Royal Fam ..now breathe out.. my sword’ll toast ya., since u got thumbtac sized ears.. i’ll bash da side of ur head on da wall n hang my Jordan poster. ..roast ya ., ur lines are feces- it’s been set ., ur eyes bug out .. mated .. n bout to form a new species of insect. ..now i’ll BURY U ALIVE ., end shit n slay doubts., so da only time u put da ‘nail in da coffins’ when u tryna scratch ur way out. MAHFUCKA! Winner = Richard Corey Second Battle Setting - BBL Date - 19th of November 2006 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C to Richard, fuck an alias talk, take your fuckin’ tight ass clothing and stop wearing it fag jeans got such a designated seal it can covert op in a terrorist act all this time in text got your marriage lackin’ a general form rumors of a divorce got enough talks-in it to start a chemical war fuck a scyptology & stop trying to embellish your thesis that ‘movements all in your head’ to the point it discredits telekinesis i’ve had it up to here with your goody two shoes moral views aquatic life won’t ever be the same after this cor’ll lose this momma’s boy is going to get tossed in & weap your so hand-held, gameboy was designed after you crossing the street still living with his parents you not getting any bigger kid seriously, rich had a basement tenure twice as long as tigga did with a nose deteriorating i know you fearing the cypher nostrils got in-crypted passages that’d take historians yrs to decipher your only here because of what the bboys crew feels man he wouldn’t be accepted as Champ on ron burgundy’s newsteam he tends to spit when he talks or storms out loud spraying enough mist particles that one sentence can form a cloud you’re a pussy, a fairy, a yes ma’am, your attacks are stalled funny how you beat ‘Grip but lack the adhesive to attach some balls he has no libido now the wife thinks it’s a cursed marriage &, sex life’s such a bang theory it can supplement for earth’s origin whoever put you in their top 10 got a boring idol it’s over, finito, just consider the height of your thoughts corey lidle’d Richard Corey Yo, yo, People are like, “Aaron’s nice…he could win if Rich don’t get on him” Yeah, his pen runs circles around mine…if I’m drawing his win column Dude, I know you’re an alias…so the pic, the name and all isn’t right… there’s so much Fake Bull, it’s got me trippin’…over the praying Isrealites I know ya got a Kramer joke. But I could give a fuck what he tries to write I mean, dude’s jokes weren’t called for…but neither are you on Friday nights I smack my skin; swatting these bug-ass dudes tryna vie for my place Aaron tries to one up me…and smacks his lips when my flies in his face Faggot sucks dick, seriously…he’d pack my trouser snake and chode in lunches His mouth's a worm hole…Ozy prolly uses it to go back & find all those old punches Did y’all see his pale ass…Powder-lookin’ ass must harbor some sickness He’s such a TransParent…his kids buy him skirts and garters for Christmas Lama gave us the day off, that ain’t shit on what this opaque bitch did, damn He was a bigger ‘Class Act’, playin’ lead for his school as the Invisible Man I said he’s a faggot…f’real, he feigns for dick to glide in his stomach… Bitch got a Jones for my Jimmy that could smack the coufi off Elija Muhammad He’s a homo…teaming with viruses, infections and plagues So every dude that leans and rocks in the A’…should get tested for AIDS Dude, I R.Kelly’d your bitch and her friend, left them both perturbed after I pissed on ‘em, and sold the tapes as lost episodes of the Golden girls I’m sorry, but your horrible set-ups aren’t winning this man… Now watch me hand an L to ‘Ron that’d leave Tom Cruise jizzing his pants. Look man…your mulatto ass is tryin’ too hard…just admit it you’re wack… Besides ya flaws are so well pronounced.. they’ll never be mistaken for Black Winner = Resin M-I-C (Note - Resin was battling under the alias Aaron in this match) Third Battle Setting - WBL Date - 11th of February 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Richard Corey 16 Resin turned out to be a wannabe white boy, I was fuckin’ alarmed playin black roles ain’t cool…even Vendorman hides em under his arms Unlike ya mom, I don’t graze the fields. My diet? Nothin’ is kosher I only made Peta Bread once…when I saved your mother from poachers Resin worshipers will see this and leave; refusing to vote on this slaying The fact that I won is like ya riders, they both kinda go without saying… Ya girl calls me an organ grinder, the way we swerve in the sheets she calls you an organ grinder to help ya monkey ass find work in the streets Seriously, you need a job, your obsession with cars is sick, still stop being a car buff…there’s waaaay more cash in washing my windshield No one’s downloading your shit, even if you left it outside of the studio cats would never take the leak… unless your CD was lining a urinal Look at your damn dome, what are you going to do with the shape? I thought you only got a round head by telling dudes you had AIDS Dude, you lost on Thursday, that’s when I fuckin’ planned this verse so we’ll mark the 15th as the day Big L passed…from my hand to yours Resin M-I-C ..apologize fo da lateness., partyin comes first., accept it or not., here it is.. 16 Aiyyo ..beat u once., this’ll be the second effect., if this is an R & R battle then consider me top record exec ..this shit’s bank., while u jus a conniving geek., ugly fuck., his face got a cram that’d take students to ivy leagues ..stupid nigga., u’ll find defeat in this mission., plus ur eyes so bugged FBI surveillance feels threatened by ur vision ..shoe., vamoose., in hell’s where im’a send this guy., i’ll make this star-fleet n demote captain kirk on the enterprise ..been I-nettin it since ’95., we kno ur life’s a wreck., yea he got a ‘Please’d marriage’., he BEGS his wife for sex ^n that’s pushin it., viagra is where this guys fate is only time his woodworks is when he came out of hiatus ..it’s time for me to beat ur shit in & call it., so forget about bankin on skills ur shit would fit in my wallet ..u can’t touch my concepts., i gotta fly set., while ur ‘Iron clad ideas’ consists of gettin the wrinkles off ur wife’s dress u pussywhipped nigga. . . . . . Winner = Richard Corey due to Resin M-I-C not voting. Therefore, Resin M-I-C is technically the winner. Fourth Battle Setting - BBL Date - 20th of May 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C Stop complainin, Richard. . . . . Aiyyo ..when I grab my berretta u’ll stop feudin bitch., put bullets In-Ri.. n hang ya corpse above Jesus head on the crucifix ..get left crosses., uppercutted., nigga u can’t defend it.. I’ll hit u with enough Rights to add another 50 amendments ..plus ur wife brings home maad tricks., n after givin head., she ‘bangs more wood up in a house’ than Night of the Living Dead ..every1’s fucked that whore., we already drilled the hoe. done tore it up., her cooch look like owen wilson’s nose ..Nika KILLED u dunn., but u aimed some boys u trust., nigga ya verse was played.. it deserves its own aisle in toys r us ..die u geriatric prick., u aint a proprietor with clothes., copped a young style., but saggin ur pants jus leaves ur diaper exposed ..u kno i’m gotdam right., u givin huggies a sure revival., shiit., kobe saw YOUR pull-ups n fuckn handed u the scoring title ..screwed Kung outta WBL., the situation got messy quick., maan even nascar fans’d turn they back on Richard’s Petty shit ..u’ve been portrayed as a cheater., ima put da quit in dude.. watch me pull ur cardigan., n ruin the sweater ya friends knit for u ..yousa geek, a nerd., don’t go further with ya steppin., the machine self destructed tryna turn this urkel into stefan ..go home nigga., i am da best so don’t push me if u can tell alot about a handshake., parkinsons says ur a pussy ..old fool., ur spines curvature gives u a stern drop., ur back’s been relying on a Rocker.. but 1 shot’ll make it turn pop ..had a big ass jaw fo years., shit STILL aint fly 2day.. he found the fountain of youth., dove chin first n splashed a man into an infant from a mile away ..ya BBL run was a fluke., see ur faith at hand., a pre-k class could fold n cut 10 snowflakes outta this Paper champ ..its ova, finito., you winnin here is fake clown., cuz any faint hopes u have jus hit its head on a table on da way down Mahfucka. . . . . . Richard Corey Let me get this straight Damn@that old pic being fake? WTF are you concealing, boy? & how ugly you gotta be if a cock-eyed horse is a more appealing choice? Just show your pic, fuckin’ coward, or else you’re a faggot, B’ Bitch got so many self-image issues, he inspired Oprah and her magazine But I gotta give you props for easin' racial tensions, so shorty holla went from a nappy headed ho…to the guy who’ll press it out for 40 dollars What are you scared of you faggot, dude’s violently freakin’ Last time I saw a dude trim-blend like that… I was mixin it up with his sis and wife on the weekend And dawg, this new pic? You better get a new disguise and often Cos no architect is vouchin’ for the slanted shutters your eyes are rockin Even yuppi can see your battles are biased as fuck, and that’s all I know if this ain’t rigged, explain the pullies you got over that drawbridge nose See, my verses make voters ‘come to their senses’, and dispel fears they’ll only come to yours to throw coins in those huge, wishing well ears And this new Asian style is just periods and pauses, so little is poppin’ cats screaming for the black version so loud, Spiderman just tripled its profit I know ya homeless ass sucks dick; thank my powers of observation wanna see him really blow out the Box office just pull your pants down during his hours of operation YOU said you respect me. But, you’re still what I’d call gay Still, I’ll re-spec the props you get… I mean, obviously they can’t see they’re going the wrong way People come from miles around, asking me to teach these scripts… cats come to learn from Res too…cos NOBODY knows what Green Tea is This kid Res is dirty, stepping out the bath, hoping the perfumes sooth it leavin behind the type of Muddy Water that could start a Blues movement Ya girl looks like an animal, f’real…no pimp would find a paying buyer I got several bucks from her, then I learned how to hold the reins tighter The board can’t stop talking about me, you know, I’m a legend to them And kids will only change the subject if the sentence reads “Resin will win” I’m like a circle, never ending; just check the heat I brung Only time you’ll act like a ring, bitch is flashing cards between rounds, next week…for me and Kung Winner = Resin M-I-C Fifth Battle Setting - BW's Picture Battle Tourney Date - 2nd of December 2007 Link to Battle - HERE Resin M-I-C Quick, see.. Aiyyo ..his poppin stare makes us feel sweltered., shiiiit., his eyes got a bigger Fallout design than nuclear shelters ..who u kiddin fool., ur features yell ouch., nose look like a paperbag fulla groceries afta the bottom fell out ..wearin undersized gear., nig learn ur lesson., the Embrace that shirt has can easily cure depression., ..so jus quit da facade & stop tryna hide it., i mean c'mon., that tee's tight enough to give u the heimlich ..nig got droopy features., get disgraced fast., muthafucka.. radioactive leaks wishes it had the melt ur face has ..n trust me., it aint hard to defeat Core., bitch.. go steal hitler's mustache so u can complete yours ..length x width equals.? maaann this isnt a fair game., even a Yale professor couldnt narrow it down as good as ya staircase ..peep that bicep.. ahaha who u harrassin with those.? if THAT'S an Armstrong., then consider da fuckin moon landing a hoax ..yeah asians can't drive., but ur flimsy shit aint tough i take mean Jug handles., ur scrawny arms find it hard to grope A cups ..viewers strayed from da hit tv show., but u got em quick., all the fans of a Grey Anatomy jus tuned in to your bottom lip ..hidin ya big ass dome., it's ova., this bitch aint thrivin., the Cut-Off ur forehead has can get 3 counts of reckless drivin., ..muthafucka.. . . . Richard Corey You an ape-lookin’ bitch. Pointing guns? Yeah, right ya sorry old punk See, my dudes lift gats. When you lift barrels… Luigi and Mario jump And da-da-da-damn @ that forehead! The whole shape’s just long That shit is MASSIVE…Res gets automatic shout outs in Reggae songs Plus, peep his fuckin hairline, you should fire whoever shaved you, bro The Wu can’t drop enuff diagrams to mathematically replicate that slope And lol@ Resin’ resembling an orange ghost, I’m seeing the traits Think I’m lyin…please explain that human-hair Pac Man eatin your face Peep this virgin’s thin wrists, I feel sorry for this fucker, I’m honest It’s sad when ya bedpost & wristwatch have the same number of notches brown stains in the front of ya jeans? In male ass he buries the bone Bitch, all ya laps are tainted now, just admit it and retire like Marion Jones. Res’ impersonating Jack Bauer, but I guess I can see it this punk’s way They both spend seasons on the screen and try to act like it’s just one day Res is so stuck on himself, but the shit is all comical tho’… thinks he’s God’s gift, and came to battle wrapped in swaddling clothes 50 Cent is a prophet! Anyone callin’ that a shirt is just stupid fag’s a Window Shopper…and here he is rockin’ his curtains to prove it But back to that forehead, that shit just shoots vertically from the guy’s mug U.S. train systems thank God ya people never had such a tendency to rise up Mothafucka, I suggest you powder that shit…you betta act on directions a gorilla see that hard glare ya given and perceive it as an act of aggression Winner = Richard Corey Series Current Standings Resin M-I-C - 3 Richard Corey - 2 Note - Voting link wins are ignored. If Resin M-I-C had of voted in their second battle, he would have got the win. 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sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default Galvatron and Cyclonus - Homegrown Rolecall (circa 1998) Cyclonus: I made Homegrown what it is today and then i threw it away said fuck this mayhem i'll be back on a rainy day well listen motherfukkas it's a stormy season i'm tired of seein' kids like "Souljah" RHYME with no REASON smack you with my lyrics drop you to your knees and make you give me sexual pleasures i know it's eXXXtreme but Transformers go to any measures to elminate your kind in due time your rhymes is like a mime to a deaf man, it ain't getting through Galvatron: and the only thing Souljah's gettin? blue, and black bruises, as we leave ya toothless are we ruthless? naw.... we just hate herb emcees, and you're guilty of perjury you think ya hurtin me? that's an absurdity. i' burn emcees to the third DEGREE, and now ya' SWEATIN our styles profusely what? do you need clues B? or should i just come out and say we're refusing any attempts to diffuze thee, flame that we've set upon the battlegrounds fuck Barnum & Bailey's cuz we trample clowns, that use sampled sounds Cyclonus: and whack ass herbs like SHAFT73 with downs, syndrome i'm in domes, im under your skin i guarantee a reply from you and half of your kin saying "don't mess with shaft he's twice as good as you" or "don't mess with me i got a bad ass crew" well fuck you! don't be mad cuz you suck eMCee vaccum you had better duck, and get out before i TRANSFORM Galvatron: we make all your fans join our legion as you just sit there sad, scorned and depressed, cuz we blessed the microphone, and its obvious you guessed inside ya poems or instead of tryin to diss and say you're the best, you would've told the truth and paid respects we slay rejects, guess who's next on the list? gotta be the wackest wun out there, that "Konflikt" kid cuz while i'm rockin this, up on stage i'm near the front while you're in the background cuz you fear this wun i can't blame you... oh i almost forgot, Akira sucks Cyclonus: Konflikt you whack and i think you know it in each of your rhymes you have no shame to show it i know you gonna like this verse so much i might as well start unzipping now so you can blow it uh-oh is that a tear i see well wipe that shit off you jump in front of me everytime you think i'm gonna cough you wanna catch my cold and collect my germs do tests on my genetics and swallow my sperm well Konflikt you ran into a single term your a little WORM trying to make it in a big APPLE the only problem is when it comes to fight you don't wanna grapple and when you are in my presence your more shook up then SNAPPLE Galvatron: and to prove that you're no hassle, we'll twist ya cap and stick ya head up ya asshole don't get bashfull, just cuz we left ya ass full, with ya overly swollen head you couldn't spit sick rhymes if you ate a loaf of molded bread i'll remove ya skull instead, go down to the alley, aim at the ten pins and bowl ya head. i told ya kids, i aint somethin you wanna fuck with, cuz i'll tell you plain out "you suck bitch!" i'll leave ya body floatin in a lake next to the duck shit, so please don't test me cuz i'l have ya family wonderin if you're still alive, like Elvis Presley Cyclonus: ya know what Galv, that new cat BRUZ, his whole style is messy this kid talks more shit then comes out his ass but when it comes to a battle his jaw is made of glass your whole strategy is shattered i leave you more battered, then your mother after domestic abuse your father got pissed cuz my fat dick made her pussy all loose hey hey, if you want to commit suicide, i can sell you the noose Galvatron: and if BRUZ did attempt to battle, he'd lose just like wack-ass Iceman did to Skeletor should i call Ice wack? what do i really need to tell him for? you already know it, its obvious you blow kid, what? Galvatron's the dopest? well, no shit! but back to the topic, which is the wack kids that talk shit y'all need to stop this, cuz we're the new heads of state running this office i would say the Decepticons are on top of this metropolis, but ya girl likes it when i'm on the bottom kid dick all up in her esophegus, chokin, gropin, and strokin while i'm pokin all the while i'm hopin she keeps her jaw open for the explosion Cyclonus: people like Kenny Klever wouldn't be sucessful even with a magic potion move away from me in a bacward motion just because i'm your idol don't mean you have to rub me with lotion gay kids like you need to be sunk in the ocean and played out gimmicks are really getting on my nerves DOJA and BHUDDA MONK yeah i'm referring to you herbs "i smoke marijuana so i'm cool" is your story but always in too many words you guys are the SHIT that really bothers me like squishy hershey turds so get the fuck off my board before i have you forcefully removed Galvatron: wun thing Homegrown can do without is more of you already, we've disses scores of dudes but this next verse, is to reject nerds like Kevvy Kev and J Boogie it obvious, while we were in school, you two was playin hookie and now we're slayin rookies, place ya bets, pay the bookie cuz the day ya can claim ya shook me is the same day the devil sees some snow postin rhymes against us is on a need to know basis and right now you need to NO get on ya knees and blow each other and see if each can flow ya need to grow, up and feed your brains some knowledge the only time you ever came to college, was when "janitor" was what your job is so stop kids, think about why you're tryin to rap, is it for the money and fame? cuz either way, you're guaranteed to be left out in the mud and the rain, for comin so played Cyclonus: either way, Deutrium got you both beat anyday "3 game winning streak (2 defaults and 1 forfeit)" a quote from your own profile page it's pittiful when you brag about wins like those next you gonna go around braggin about how you pulled in some hoes for under 3oo dollars a peice little does the crowd know that one was your neice you need a good rhyme so you can win a battle let me get you one to lease and SYNOPSIS don't think you got away so easily the reason you got six micons is your competition was so measily and you live off bonus awards sorry to say but i got hoardes of lyrical swords pointed right at your third eye reply to this in a kind matter or be prepared to die in a lyrical sense of course tuck in those big lips when you pout SYNOPSIS you look like a horse Galvatron: we're takin back Homegrown with might and force, so who's the next ta harm bruh? well, it gotta either be Spitfire or that idiot Karma these two is about as deadly as the feathers in a parka i'll dismember each of your body parts from, their joints and spread them in the park son i'm shinin divine light down, yet you two is still the "left in the dark wuns" you couldn't drop ill shit, if an A.I.D.S. infected fag fucked you, causing you to fart cum you were finished before you start son, better go get a refund on your Compaq Presario and while your at it, why don't you go and pawn that stereo Cyclonus: now for a new type scenario...here we go yo! Transformers is back in full effects we just took out the whole board so what dumb fuck would step next i promise if we battle i won't place on a whack hex drop that whack line... you need lessons, i'm giving them out and green cards to the dirty mex yupp that's you DAE no more need to run from immigration La Migra!! you can now claim that America is your home nation the facts Transformers said here tonight is no exaggeration just intimidation for future midigation and relations, i don't want to pretend to like you give me a microphone and then i will fight you a left insult straight to the jugg'lar followed by a combo truth about your mother this was the first roll call do you bitch asses really want another ~RS²~ |
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User CP FAQ Community Calendar New Posts Search Quick Links Log Out User Tag List Reply Thread Tools Search this Thread Rate Thread Display Modes Old 06-14-2018, 08:40 AM #1 sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS sral's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899394 sral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond reputesral has a reputation beyond repute Default Hybrid Angels collab - Metheus, Ebbenflow, Espionage, Freefall, Mizzery (2003) Metheus see I dont war wit cats but uhh, the enforcer's back.. so I'm leavin somebody's corpse in a gorge wit rats.. Meth stroll through YO hood.. glocks out 'n shit.. lookin for the ki's like I'm locked out my crib.. these hateful niccas should grateful.. chances are, I made the style that got flip'd to the style that made u.. we the Angels that merked Charlie.. so godly that u thinkin we aint sposed to be on this earth, are we..? all of a sudden cats is thuggin & feel bold.. u fuckas can kick the bucket til ya make a field goal.. Ebbenflow Im dope with a verse.. commence an attack, when i`m wreckin a rant... leave you smoked in the dirt... grab my dick, choke it and squirt, til it leaks out, green spots, broken and hurt... i'm soaked with the verse.. spray liquid... i slay misfits til they face get left with eight imprints.. it's an everyday pattern, but fuck it, i fade bastards til they fall sleep and awake shattered.. so get away, while i spray, verbal grenades, stay leapin hurdles over turtles with Aids.. im certtain your gay, that's why i attack fruity fellows, i'm smooth with swell flows, check the proof, it's yellow.. mellow, and mild.. i'm jealous with rhymes.. so much i'm expellin a line to a jesuit mime.. rhymes? i tell it sublime, just ask the trick that talked back.. i rocked his hat with a chalk rack.. like i said.. im sick like a doctor.. kickin the hot verse.. with syphillis shot nerves.. kickin to flock birds.. i shout out to hybrid.. blot out the nicest.. cuz i'm flat out the ricest. Espionage a hybrid angel...is an unbounded mind ...whose rhymes make minds fly tranquil... around cloud 9 rockin jesus sandals... golden wings on ankles named rap's messiah... after i killed a handel sample i got a babyface... everything in the purest form black skin, red blood, check the flag, trini to the bone over ur head, like a halo??? im usin a strange flow? well in lame terms i'll still break ur back man, like batman, w/ bane yo Freefall if yall got beef, imma claim vegeterian these cats are ill, someone get em a vetrenarian it gets scary when you tried carryin my weight crushed ya worms so bad ya got buried in dabait its rare id even try the angle just to dive and hang you from a stage thats live in plain view in big words HYBRID ANGELS HA! ive smoked my life and cash away a pack a day left the batch i blazed to ash thats gray and left the pack astray in fact i may come back to stay since the beginning every inning im winning yall stay fallin off like lemmings Mizzery steal-souls, we still full'a, that legendary text-touch/ but if you feel-bold, still-hold, my hands close to the techs; touch// set in stone, we nice, sick, ill, dope, and so fourth and such/ don't battle much, no one holds a candle to us, aside from catholic nuns// but i'm rattlin on, formed the angels with himself, no one challengin' God/ drop bars, like alcoholic retards, with balancing-rods/ still hold swords to throats, extort ya hope, of course i'm dope// chatterin like you want war, but nope; you more than don't/ so we sit on thrones observin, alone we servin/ any crew that steps, but you hoes n vermin, actin handicapped/ HA! expose you persons, no one as sick or close, for certain// just a little somethin' lettin' y'all know we still run this internet rap shit, HA! __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) sral is offline Add to sral's Reputation Report Post Reply With Quote Multi-Quote This Message Quick reply to this message Reply Edit TagsTags None Quick Reply Message: Remove Text Formatting Bold Italic Underline Insert Link Insert Image Wrap [QUOTE] tags around selected text Decrease Size Increase Size Options Quote message in reply? « Previous Thread | Next Thread » Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (1 members and 0 guests) Lindel Posting Rules You may post new threads You may post replies You may post attachments You may edit your posts BB code is On Smilies are On [IMG] code is On HTML code is Off Forum Rules Forum Jump Archives All times are GMT -4. 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AK-47 up your spine; succulent dimes on my dice// I kill sabertooth tigers with succulent sharp swords// BUCK HORDES; suck whores breast milk; the blessed ELK// I'm the nanosecond writer; brandish typer// CANDOR RHYMER; breaking records like broken records// I'm the maximum sentence; you're doing mininum damage// BUSY WITH TANGENTS; the beginning of ballads// I'm the offspring of WAR; bucking hordes// FUCKING BORE/BOAR like HUNTING// |
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Sinacog R.Killsbury 3000 Sinacog's Avatar Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 2,299 Battle Record: 4-25 Rep Power: 8129214 Sinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant future Default Uh, money skimmer with a huge grin Pockets fat, the bouncer said I couldn't bring those jewels in. (I did) Right through the security scanner. Clearly standing there, with my hands up. Said I didn't care, 'cuz I plan ta Still kick my feet up, like terrible dancers Yeah, I'm serious. Guerilla warfare - my gear, is bananas. I carry it, like I carry these stanzas. Yo, slide in like Kramer do. Catch these hands, this the type of show you gon' pay to view. I don't know what to say to you Other than I'm Agnostic, so, fuck the god you are praying to. Nigga, you should pray to me. Crazy life, homie - C'est la vie Hopping; riding the train, for free. Chop the tree from the root. Only did it to save the weed. Said I'm money-conscious, but that's what paving the way, for greed. Cop these hands as soon as you cop an attitude... You get that one on the house. Just don't blame me there for the shattered roof.. Let the glass come through... raining on your head See the gash, for proof. Then rob your ass before you can stash the loot. After that, take the cops on a fast pursuit Suicide By Cop, so that they have to shoot. DON'T SHOOT ME! Keep it tight, but I - flow loosely. Aye yo, truthfully. When I die? They gonna bury this booth with me. Truthfully, I'm Limitless - you're not gonna Bradley Cooper me. British slang: I need two for tea. That's tea for two. At the pub, drinking tea to two. The place is open from three to two. Such a stalemate, I don't even move You have a lot of books, mate But what you can't do, is read the room. And I revel in glee and doom... If I was black, ghostwriting allegations is something that we'd assume... Not me, but you! So 'reel', you cut me? n' Scarface scenes begin bleeding through. So real, surreal... uhm... siri and cereal. Enough horsepower 'round here to lift a rabbit in a merry-go... Horsepower round.... hare... - uh, here we go. If you have to explain it, Celph, it ain't lyrical. (it ain't) Well, fuck it... tell the new gen DX fans to suck it... Lines Mos Definitely gon' cause a Rawkus I would guess that's it, but nothing further to prove... Carrie shit. I get angry? And the furniture, move. For those observing with conservative views, deserve to be used in the same way the Absurdist construes... Living their reality by the tournament's rules... Subjecting yourself to a fear based on what you've heard in the news... How are you a cog in the wheel when you're turning the screws? I'm not surprised.... natural doctrine Modern philosophies, prophesized. Can't get yourself out of that metaphorical cage you were boxed inside... Watch the rise of attention span dissipation Like a Thanos snap to every progressive step that is lost, to time. Guess now I'm crossing lines...don't want to hear it, do you... Wondering why they call it "the machine'.... 'cause it is here, to 'screw' you... Blah... classless... rolling my eyes... my mask is slipping But to no one's surprise, it is only to expose the disguise... I mean, they told you the lies... you 'could' have believed them... But you chose to be wise... From riding the waves, to seeing the goal, over the tides. Cryptic texts perplexed by faux sentences... so dense that it's meaning is denoted by its own emphasis... So, don't mention it...snow don't hold up to this cold penmanship.... Enough control to overload senses with Ugh... that means the brain can die from the pain that I... - inflict with my display of lines Doctors checking your head, n' realize there's nothing to save, inside. (Nope) You were dead before they arrived... How stupid could they be to see that you ain't alive?!!! (huh?) Shiieet.... is there a life after death? Must be greener on any side where the grass is kept... Guess now I have to check (looks good) Find it hard to live up to that respect when rhymes feel like trauma-bonding from past neglect... Every word that they repeat... Servicing the meek.... Echo chamber strong enough to reverberate the street choir... If you don't have the heights to make it, then reach higher... Food for thought, dropped, and placed inside of a deep fryer. Special linguistics through text, in an instant. See the messages so perplexing - it's pimp shit. Not sure why they would question it, though. I guess it's the whole shifting blame being spread, from the globe. See provisions to drive further at the end of the road... Following the directions in which people were pretending to go... Fighting the passion is a life without defending your soul Speak truth from the onset, n' watch how your enemies, grow. Have to be honest, it's taxing what the mental can hold... 5 minutes after the other guy dropped... Watch me arrive, got many lines outside of my thought, that I'm shocked. (really) Pulsate the main nerve, watch the movement sync... High society's here - that's how they choose to drink... It's not a snobbish endeavor, at least not how you would think... The glass is half empty before it's taken up to the sink... Bend reality through the browsers you use... That's how the power ensues... When the back and forth mantra is pulling you out of your shoes. Watch as the journeyman travels as he scours his tools.. A wrinkle in time fades down into the sound it pursues... Shorter than Verne Troyer and Peter Dinklage... Suffering from a 3 feeter shrinkage. Said that with southern slang - I don't even English. Separated by classism, so we distinguished Open doors like a Janitor, come see the keys that we be in-sync with Doors open, then close on you. What you going do? Double Impact, got me rolling through, like the Bolo' dude. Dragging kicks with dragon kicks - showing you the Komodo shoes... Know the cues. Righteous with rights for this, but I don't accuse... Niggas are shocked, they must have done blown a fuse... Tell Lee's Estate don't fight for the money, son, let it go to Bruce... He's a legend. Paint a mural in his honor... Brandon died, a tragic story, like son, like father Anyway - Aquafina, dog. The flow like water... Be ready with the Raybans when those lights harbor... An energy like no other, refracted hues in the crystal ball... See him with no green, 'till you cross his path n' then piss him off. Ugh... bow out, gracefully. Grow to such lengths through the agency, there's no space for me Spatially aware of the operation, so tastefully Tell these actors to exit stage left, before they can make a 'scene'. Said I got grays I've seen... Follicles fall off of my face, once the razor's clean of the shaving cream I talk about mortality like Trump does degenerate shit.. Not something you can cure professional grade medicine with But you already know I'm staying clear... glass-box... See the future through past thoughts... Got the combination - I'm just hoping this latch, locks. Otherwise it's open, for good. If I didn't seek out my self-help, then nobody would. Wondering why anybody with money would want to go to the hood When being the top dog became a bad Omen, for Suge So, it makes sense a full circle moment's appreciated... Diddy put out the hit, n' got hit with what he initiated... I'm not judging, nobody's hand is clean... What's in the dark, eventually comes to light, so it can be seen. Slowly exhale... to alleviate the emotional scale... Participation trophies are the norm, that way? Nobody fails... Yet, the system does... it doesn't get better, with practice... It goes this long... we end up placing first, in the mental gymnastics.. Place last in the race for using common sense... End up losing everything as a consequence... Skies are getting gray... They say life's a bitch, and then it rains... Find yourself tight rope walking the wet terrains Fucks with your mind to a point of causing genetic strains Digging at your heels only for the outcome to never change Power in the words as you say it... So much so that you learn to obey it... To avoiding it completely, 'cuz the term is archaic... How does that go, you get old n' then you die someday? Cold water washing over, I would imagine you ride the wave... Signs of compliance may work at keeping your mind at bay Designed to comfort you for the sleepless nights that you cried away But rest assured, the outlook is looking good, if you rise, today. Don't be fooled by the lies they say Or the rules that they try dissuade.. Only use it to my dismay... heartbroken by yesterday's sorrow... So don't be surprised if it is used as a reflex, for tomorrow. Hit me with the "I'm tired, boss". Worldview "Upside down", like Diana Ross. Open doors like Kramer. You hear the creak, then I slide across. The entire loss of my morals is too much for my soul to subside the cost... Walk around with this chip on my shoulder & Cheeto crumbs... Only if I can see the sun... Help me shine a light onto the taverns I'm leaving from... They're not ready for the type of person that we become... Talking down, like I am the evil one... Wish I was, so we can justify it, to voters... Got the same mental fortitude that's required of soldiers... Inside of my soul looms a sleeping giant that I try to control Or perhaps it will be funny story when I'm a bit older... Say it again: life's a bitch, until you try to console her... Wind up dying in the crossfire by the time that it's over Shell casings like an entryway... Walking on eggshells, the smell of yolk brushing, against my leg. This murky feeling, represents a keg About to explode. Shrapnel pieces, fly... You either dodge it, or be at peace, to die. Scientists prodding the public, to reach the secrets we keep, inside. I mean, I'll happily tell you. Perhaps then you'd know the hell that I had to excel through. Instead of putting on this facade n' nodding your head, agreeing. Making up contexts with attempt to search for a better meaning You ask what's the meaning of life? What if the answer could kill? Would you seek solace in the lie if it could enhance how you feel? Just maybe, that's hard to reconcile. Second wind's sputtering spurts... This is your once in a lifetime opportunity, yet you're under rehearsed... Looking back to the curtains for guidance, yet they're not in view... You want to be honest, but don't know who to be honest to I know I got vices. I tried to fight them n' failed... And that's more brutal honesty than anything in my life has entailed... Dark and twisted, morbid, and rough around the edges... I even find Santa odd, 'cuz there's just something about his 'presence'... Unfukwitable?! is fuckable like a nympho with pimples It's simple, you couldn't ''fuck with me'' with dope flows I'm KING ARTHUR WITH THE PEN'; what are you fukable? Untouchable is me; while you're unfukwitable, capisce? I'm pen' game insane! You're nothing! It's that simple! I'm sorry i ''KICKED U IN THE SHIN' when i decided to ''kick flows'' Rip flows! You're nothing! I'm NUTTIN" on your girls face All she wanted was *STARBUCKS* till' this *STARBUCKED*(COFFE)*COUGH FEE Best start flows, check art flow; best? I KNOW*ME I'll ''PUT THE SLUGS TO YOUR STOMACH'' like ESCARGO LISTEN ANIME LOVER! They’ll make Holograms of me that speak of my accomplished life His Holograms refer to how he built his image off of Bytes. You got weak bars, no flow, you just low rank, & Nothing light gettin thru this substance, its Opaque. Someone this dirty and Suite could put Brothels into business, So Anyone who ‘Picks—E sticks’ nose candy in they Nostrils for a living A rematch? Idk his fiend ass in the first place, So let me Puzzle this User with an Auto.. like CAPTCHA surveys. I’ll Louisville slugger smash you for ya stash til the cash pointed, Take ‘Ech—O locations’ over and you’ll hear nothin but Bat noises!. U a Snitch go watch DBZ b4 hell reaches for ya like Debura, He’ll go from “In-Forming from an Android” to a PERFECT CELL of torture! |
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Livin the dream bro? Nah, he took a Gamble sniffin a Kilo then Died from the White like he lived w/ Pacino!
You don’t want this kid on your team tho! Cuz when he goes for the win, Revel sell out quicker than Atlantic City casinos! You’re not a success, you’ve been put aside ya whole career like pasta & bread Your Plays aren’t just Dead, we wouldn’t see Revitalized w/ an MD and a Hospital bed! He’s the type to scam! For a W he’d Stab his Dad in the back in the likes of Pan! He’ll pipe a man! So it’s no shock he’ll go Up & Down on D more than Michael Sam!! This guy is Superb! Not cuz he’s dope but he’ll Go Into Hiding quick when he can’t hang! Just give yourself up, because your chances of Survivin a Tic are slimmer than Anne Frank’s! This geezer has a LONG past! Mufucka saw the Dino-saur’s last before that Met-e-or crashed! Yet he’s still Broke! Poor lad! I mean…If we ever hear Revise Paper - It’s on the due date before class! Quote Originally Posted by Revolution ROFL…Good thing I don’t come to this shit anymore, I’d be pissed I’ll beat ya to death! Til ya Career is Over Rev, like missing each gear when you reach for the next! You REEK of regret - ^That^ Loss to Achilles put such a Chip on your Shoulder I’m surprised Wordsmith hasn’t eaten it yet!! TIC TAC with slick raps, you're going tick for tat with a motherfucker! I'm busting rubbers undercover! Your mom is just the government of a motherfucker#GOVERNMENTCHEESE! I'm the government of hip hop! SLING ROCKS at david! THe pariah priest of heaven! PING PONG THIS ancient sacred alpha david! I'm onyx stature, bubonic rapture. king of kings! KING KONG and you're mighty joe young! That's how this HORNY HOE SLUNG! I'm the nation of wrap, patient with wraps, eating your carcass! DEPLETING THE MARKSMAN! You're nothing like breaking the heart of the heartless! I'm eating catharsis, last bar before i finsh you with a sword! I'm AJ THE MENACE! You couldn't ''step to me'' IN WAR! |
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Orc, you're a fucking' ogre'; I'm a soldier; I slammed you on boulder
I'm a soldier; you're a fucking' ogre'; you're nothing but a booger// I am sugar; I am sugar and spice; you're nothing' nice I'm the summon of eyes; I'll kill you with 'wood' like fucking' christ// I'm the summon of evil; the cathedral' steeple; the besieging of needle/ I'm the evil of elk; I am 'sharp'; you should kill yourself// I'm the opulent w(r)apper; I'm the dominant rapper; the soverign w(r)apper// I'm the conglomerate' pen' dragon; I killed you with ten daggers// I'm the opulent w(r)apper; I'm the talking of w(r)aps; I'm the omniscient zing! I split the sea//** I'm the abrasions' of sea'; you're *washed up* like the waves of the sea//** |
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