04-11-2024, 12:55 PM | #1 |
Shrewd as evearthed
Join Date: Aug 2014
Location: Wolverhampton, England
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Above Who?
You’re the worst bitches to do this, so to diss us is foolish
it’s harder to imagine you thinking you’re proven than it is to picture me losing. Noone listens to you, we envisioned the blueprints, whilst snatching your moment We have you on notice Mans braggadocious, in high standing You captained your own ship but you're standing on the titanic When we show you these hands it isn't sign language Die faggots, if you’re looking for clout… he’s Icelandic We bypassed ‘em eons ago, now we’re time travelling Heard you were nice back in your day… with polite manners Now you guys average, must of went blind after your site vanished. I’m immaculate when I’m penning rhymes, you lack the skill to conceptualise I was practicing how to Wrecka Mike before Adolf Spitler was Genocide. I’ll embarrass him for the second time, on the battle tip better recognise I have more wins than you get combined if you add your shit up together guys. You’re the wackest bitches to ever write, what’s a past event to the present times actual living legend rhyming patterns in his Baron Mynd Bitching is your battle cry, Now the battle lines are being breached Our footprints in the sands of time are left drying at the scene We've come to your border, walking on water Smoothly channelled by with writing as timeless as it seems We'll fight you on the beaches and the country which you rep climbed higher than you’ve reached, your times coming to an end were wounded animals, a cut above the rest! And your writing is beneath us You don’t know what you're up against once those hands are dealt Your every verse is a ask for help, Minds imprisoned inside a padded cell Baron Mynd and MMLP, at the helm Summoned up like a magic spell So Battling us, the levels are astronomical this is some catastrophic foolery at the cost of student fees these man will not be schooling me, we have you boxed in, scatter plotted to a tee creating timeless backdrops as The Land of Oz in movie scenes Pen is gripped with the hand of God, like a Maradona shooting spree gaining the upper hand, the end of your reign has now come to pass for you, raps not what it used to be we stand aloft in unity already planned and plot your eulogy, with a grand farewell Going tit for tat with Vince McMahon You’re in the land of opportunity, yet you have No Chance in Hell This back and forths a joke to me, your pasts are fraught with nobodies, back when y’all were posting keystyles and acting awkward socially. I ran the boards from overseas, text battle forums quoting me champing all the dopest leagues and their tourneys boastfully. Known to be above the rest while notably you unimpressed I stole your scheme and done it better to show that we’re the fucking best. You’re lower tier, I’m upper echelon, your whole careers you’ve sucked at text you’re only here because it’s dead with no one real to run against.
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04-11-2024, 07:02 PM | #2 |
White Earl
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Damn.. what i read so far is fire. Yall really trying to drag me back into this huh?
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04-12-2024, 01:55 PM | #3 |
WOW
Join Date: Jan 2013
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Good stuff. There will be a response. Not this weekend. But eventually
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