02-03-2013, 04:33 PM | #1 |
Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
Rep Power: 0 |
Adonis
Name: Adonis, Eyeaxe, Ajax
Crews:7 Deadly Sinz, Plaguez Of Impact Where: Bay Area, California Repped: UPN, UA, Keystyles vs Jay Krupp You’ve the heart of a lion, n that’s worth fightin for But with the face of a horse, and the brain of a dinosaur I admire your courage, your attempt at eloquence But showing up was your only insult to my intelligence Drawin me in the first rd?, drinkin acid is safer Cuz the method to my madness is Socratic in nature Got my niche from Nietszche, but these days spit for evil Your clichés torture the crowd, but they aint on pins n needles I see ya smoked out, then tried to fuck with me Too bad youre not nearly as good as ya cracked up to be See…Im the true saint, out to leave ya crew shanked Theres room for one jay here, hes a #1 seed…’n you aint So move straight to the exit or limbs I’ll badly scar You dropped twenty in a roe, and not as a tip for caviar The knicks been callin hard, go as soon as yall ready Cant stand the heat in march….van gundy likes you already Try duckin the danger, its just a disclaimer Once bitten’s twice shy, im a thousand times shy…plus a remainder I was up in the manger, Axe is always caring with respect Gracing you with my presence, a hail mary for your death And if happiness is a warm gun, this lord was, blessed with the force of… The bliss of ignorance morphed to a war scud Im god sent attrition for mens dangerous tones Scent down from heaven on the wings of an archangels cologne Blazing the clones, still exhibiting excellent charm Tossin more haymakers than really drunk rednecks in barns Furbishing havoc, im hurtin with merciless tactics A higher seed than the most elevated sperm of an addict I defy ya position to define what im missin Youre a stable boy that works with horses, and Im just consistent To hear you’ll stop spittin, no matter what the fuck for Is a bigger relief than Abe’s face, carved into Rushmore You barely make sense, dents have ya brain softening Im goliath, youre david without the rock to sling The softest thing ive ever seen… n the poorest disgrace When I get ooh’s n aah’s by cummin hard in dorothy’s face Feel the force when I rush through, like the torque if a gun blew Head n Shoulders?...naw, Im a full torso above you When you come to, and see all your comments are a fable You’ll just see me with the knife n napkin at the operating table vs Exodus and L.O.R.D. Ooh…2 on 1, that makes the odds even or so Im here to clean up your acts with a complete sweep of the votes Bein the host, servin clowns fast til the last laugh The only thumbs up you’ll get will be in pairs of handcasts You’re prob surprising yourselves, so hyped for war Too bad its only cuz ya rhyming like ya never rhymed before Ex n lords is my profession, ya both have shown the fear That’s got ya checkin forecasts…prayin the coast is clear Ya both r queer, but here’s why LORD’s the worst Wont step near the board when Im around, has KBI post his verse Ya losin ya lives, Im way beyond bruising in fights Only got ryders to get you two re-moved from my site Ya foolishly write disses, when ya shit’s overrated Got me glad that the short end of the stick is serrated So…to hell with ya efforts The only advantage home field gives ya two is more heads to help with the stretchers Wack pawns, after my run, you’ll be extinct, past gone The children counted out…without fingers to add on Youll turn gay after me, and start servin since When Im thru with you…ya both’ll be checkin out the tournament First offense…denial…then ya went and tested my force I disrespect…you diss respect cuz you’ve never gotten any before Allright fellas…the jokes over When I de-spine your skulls, you’ll each need to cry on your own shoulder When I drop corps, theres no need for encores Cuz you’re hittin the road head on doesn’t mean you’re on tour Two more open targets, and I got my scope sharpened Only live in the studio with discounts for homeless artists Im movin to first with a passion, reversin ya actions Til ya just two sore losers buzzin nurses in traction…………. vs Jayk Man, ya flow’s below sad Since I know ya want my trophy so bad, you can taste it…Ill jam it til it pokes out ya ass I hear in boston, cats be on some bravery shit Cuz the only people running from jake…are the chicks So, basically, this is a joke, im not givin in ta mercy I no the deal like FDR opposition in the thirties Why ya talking shit in the first place?, talks petty Plus, ya gotta beat a couple cats I laugh at just to get in the top twenty When I drop with the dread, its off with ya head Kid grew up neva playin doctor…he’d rather play possum instead Ya musta saved up lotsa lines But im looking to get ahead in the world, and on my block its choppin time Im the type to bring a blunt axe to a grudge match & add to my air of victory with breath snatched from ya lung sack Its like ya on my regal tip The way ya fiendin for the balm like melanoma patients on walkin field trips How ya gonna try to test the nicest Talk shit, i go postal like heads fed up with fed ex's prices Sorry kid, ya thoughts aint near scholar Your ugly, and ya got more nervous tics than dogs with flea collars Your girl Marvel-ed at my prowess, I had that hoe droppin I took her by Storm, with Jean Grey and Rogue watchin So, get lost, just another chump with a mission Your shit gets pulled from the trunk quicker than rae carruth under suspicion… vs Sypher I blaze while ya stammer, shakin, a layman in tatters Strikin fear into your heart with a wooden stake and a hammer This aint a normal cat you’re facin,…rack ya brain and …ya’ll still be wacker than me by every stretch of your imagination From 0 to infiniti, im viciously stuntin your schemin’ To punish ya dream’s malfeasance…for any number of reasons Tell me, do you have some sort of formatting set on your verses where It manages to turn each of em into a perfect square? Cuz the scheme dictates the sounds that you choose Against the swordswinging chemist makin red blood….outta the blue Give me three words…and a set up that rhymes with it…not set for spittin …and I’ll give you every single Sypher couplet ever written……………… Feel ya face hurt, wins based on balls…I’ll more than take first When I swing for the fences, like Tom Sawyer after a long days work It’s a fact, I hate skirts, pussies who test the holy Too bad for me jayks soft…this tournament aint ‘members’ only When striking a chord…spinals floored, this fight’s rife for the gore I don’t need to be a sleuth to de-sypher this board And that whore that you love…ya know she likes what I write She even gave me a season pass to the ride of my life I got this problem with prepositions, it explains why ya routed Victory is mine…and there’s no if’s, and’s or but’s about it When the nurses ask for a reason, I’ll respond with roman lore To translate ya medical state…the IV is spoken 4 This the end of your hopeless tour, a good race was a waste When ya get to the finals without the strength to break thru the tape This worthless beginner, cant withstand my burgeonin vigor Diggin thru crates…that’s just the nightly search for your dinner As for your neck, brain ‘n’ spine, its cessation time When I knock you up side your head, and impregnate your mind vs JLC Your crew's countin on you...but you're about to get chewed I’ve been eating you daily, practicing moves on my alphabet soup You're talented dude, but to attack the very best, with an imaginary rep You'll need a lot more than a half assed vocabulary test Rare words can scare herbs, but let me explain clear Try your "dictionary term, stretched punch, insert famous name here_________" Against me, I'll feign fear, draw you near, reach'n'throw repeated blows At your dome, so fast it looks like I’m trying to polish your teeth'n'nose My advice, ya might try to disguise your demise to compete with me We could go line for line like your style of replies, you'll get beat with each Your premonition was dumb, redesign, you cant rip the magnificent one Just stand back and appreciate your guest appearance in my victory run A single flip of my tongue, and I scar eyes right thru your hard drive Nelson Mandela-you, dent thru your skull, then rip apart hide With fists of carbide, shards fly, I came to kick ass One quick lash and you couldn't save face with skin grafts This is a mismatch, in fact, your inabilities are silly That's why halfway thru you change styles, and try to use your looks to kill me Sorry J, but you base your punches on headlines, that's wack I gotta say And me...I wont even go near Pop on Father's Day You oughta pray I’m being nice, I rarely spar with retards If life is a play, this act is an astronomers death rite, JLC stars Slayin weak bars of false contenders, my scepter's unfettered See...anything you can do...I can do better...with less effort I know you're pissed, I understand, such high hopes dashed in seconds But next time, replace your predictions with practice sessions |
02-03-2013, 04:33 PM | #2 |
Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
Rep Power: 0 |
vs Pedigree
Back from the dead?, I know ya loved ya first visit Cuz you’re in my face beggin for a prompt return ticket It doesn’t take genius to tell im the nicest I embarrass the finest, with a brain that’s got elephantitis Ya claim to get puss, but that aint ya pedigree In the real world youre the ugliest mc since heather b Step to me, ya best believe that’s plain frontin Im bound to win easily, ya bound to tracks with trains comin Talk shit?…its disaster, I hit faster…at fam So ya got more than one ass to risk, like big passwords Ya thinking backwards, don’t fuck with the doom I’ll come gas a lean mind, matchin wits in a combustible room To the tomb, you’re the next to see the weaponry flex Accepting chin checks as payment for General X And the resta ya set, they moved on to find the dough While you packed up your bags and set up shop in Idaho Without em…startin bitchin aint a smart decision Now ya in a league of ya own, with rosie o’ donnell pitchin “of tremendous proportions”, “a”, that’s just pig latin reportin The fact that I got “a” following “of tremendous proportions” After the interrogation, P’s just flow ya forced to shelf Cuz, in light of his words, he’s a shadow of his former self With a message of violence, ima teach this kid a lesson He was born, the doctor slapped the dick off, yelled “miss conception” Easily hit up, but ya not a sitting duck, Youre a laying down duck with a target painted on his chin with blood Its grim to snub ya, you’re cool, but test n you’re beggin Bums in the Hilton lobby would get better reception Than the best of your essence, Id help, but fuckin ped Last time I threw you a bone, you opened your mouth to suck the head Maybe luck instead, the grace of an angel As I rage, maim and diss able, like cain in his fable Slang’s unruly, no contest, im bangin truly When I lay down on broadband like bangles groupies Grad students couldn’t push the units ya crew’s uppin You aint half bad…50% bad doesn’t do justice Since ya cant help but act stupid I’ll just staple a loser sign to your back…with a stigma attached to it Fluent damage tactics wreak manic havoc Ill grant that ya don’t suck…but it sure aint from lack of practice Ya girls in danger, I thought id just say that She’s searching for a huge white Dick, that ahab’s got claims at Ya mom tho, she jumped right on the cock And gave me better brain than the one that Frankenstein monster got She worships the glory, ya curse as gory My high lights the type sighted in mountaintop observatories Ya worry bout sharks, well, I opt on that road When I say, “donis is dope” – im biting everyone who drops in this post Don’t scoff as ya go, no tears, take the fact You lost here cuz ya only practiced a full year for this match vs Defc0n (3 Rounds) Oooh…a grudge match, im sure that’ll be fun Def saw me handing out beatings and promptly asked me for one You were above average once, then lost the rep that ya got Now you feign indifference and start dissin the net to get props See, your etiquette stopped, you used to be nice I’ll see consecutive drops, you’ll see you lose to me twice You foolishly write that I jock you (I was sparin ya thoughts) Instead of being smart and keeping quiet like a librarians job I dare ya to talk, its obvious you just vent for attention Only in the tourney for a week, still eligible for a medical pension I sense some discension, admit you use everyone’s style A vet in denial, who wont sit on the bench with a smile Descend from the heights, I’ll leave ya broke’n’offed kid After I splice ya genes with rockets, & empty both ya pockets Your ex hoe can call the win, ya see Im a human being But don’t bitch when she straight up says, “its not you, its me”……… Man, I cant believe you came back with claims to gain stats You’re right tho, just saying my name can get you fame fast I pity you, its as simple as that, and your invisible tact I’d only eat your bones for the calcium, and the gristle for snacks Your riddles collapse, their not complex, a bore on message boards Stretching punches so much, you love to torture metaphors The morgue is whats in store, if you can see thru the pane Two votes from getting blanked?…I cant believe you complained Its easy to tame you, ego deflation’s my hobby Your head was in the clouds, brought ya down, skull dented the concrete Im endin this odyssey, two out of three, and Im up 2 Should have known I bring more beef to the table than the klumps do Straight up, fuck you, this is a waste of my time Think you’re ill cuz you focus solely on the length of your lines Dismission is mine, class is over, go sit with the whipped punks Or move to a board where they haven’t seen your wack ass in six months How to begin?, youre a bitch, who thinks hes a soldier So Im here chippin a little chip off that chip on your shoulder The essence of strong, a legend that wrestles with pawns With tricks up my sleeve that blow eardrums, deafening c0ns Menacing psalms lessen throngs, a tensions drawin your fans to me Pulling em in on a rope woven from the cloth of your blasphemy Its not your fault youre a casualty, blame this sick creature When I see a relic, its my nature to pull the plug like wig weavers Livin off of former glory, a crest long deserted Your egos like your grandma’s bridge, not quite worth the cost to curb it But I enjoy burden, and you’re helpless to stop this I get my kicks by jackin beats from coffee shops, and sellin the profits Get your melon dislodged, fruits don’t last long with heads on Its not that Im conceited, im just gassed up….with Techron You ask if you’re slept on…its just the fact that you’re Defc0n Weather men of this caliber?, you cant, without Yak your respects gone Yup, ya sweatin now, better toss in that wetted towel Before I have to make you duck n roll like breaded fowl Cuz even if ya attack is excellent, by the end, I’ll halve ya set a limbs Against me, minimum, it costs an arm and a leg to win I smash clandestine whims, furious myriads spray Used curiosity to kill this cat, you could say I work in mysterious ways Created life in six days, took a break, then on the eighth and final Convinced the world I didnt exist, to come back from nowhere and take the title Wastin midol, crampin your blind ambitions of peril You’re in my sights, and from here it looks like shooting bitch in a barrel Oops…a Freudian slip, now I can say we both create mistakes Im so far ahead of you, I gotta stop, and turn around to battle face to face One blast and ya laid to waste, matter of fact Im praised to say The fifth digit in your name displays the effort id have to extract to make your day You may spit tongue in cheek, and eat emcees’ hole But thats just two of the reasons ya yearn to be frequently polled Ya think youre harder, im flexin my steel in chinkless armor Tending to moor sacrificial lambs than English farmers Acknowledge your place, silence, I hope Sime let you know While Im prone to violence, you just like to be prone Im surprised that you choked tho, with a mouth so enormous In the human race, ya run in circles, Im chillin out with the tortoise At my lowest, my worst opus is something you’d spend Months at a stretch penning against, then become reluctant to send So well loved for my tendency of putting runs to an end Diss me under ya breath in a cipher, youll get jumped by your friends Challenged me to a bout, when I was about to attack another Just more proof youve got your head in the clouds of a cancer cluster No more name recognition, its plain, you’e famed text is missin I’ll kill ya, and get in touch with your inner self, with the same chest incision Your graves set to sit in, don’t delay, I deprive the gift of sanity Change sect religions, my existence is a crime against humanity vs Relentless Fist & Radius With each decision ya make, Native ya show me what happiness is Cuz ya answered my wish for both rad-I and Fist, to add to my list Every day I pimp Relentless, keep my Fist cocked and steady So I can drop Radius and remind him that his dumb ass lost already With a menacing grin, I settle in, kill intentions to win One swift gem , and put an end to Rudge's new identical twins I weaken whole squads, so two on one, that just evens the odds Destroying your delicate essence, fuck wreck, Im laying siege on your shops Speachless in awe, I attack on impulse, ravage you ten fold See, what you call a pre-battle prayer...I call a blasphemous insult Now, what stands in my way, are two punchdrunk simile fiends Who seem to think anonymous lines are what dissing and victory means You only get 26 each, ya need infinite to sustain adequate damage Especially when you both service more woods than Los Angeles transit I leave motor skills abandoned like absent mechanics, depleting em Better than me?...you're telepathy, not even considered mediums See you're missing the vital mixture of disses AND violent scriptures That allows me to divide prides, runnin thru more clicks than tribal sprinters You lack the manners to be nice, recite rhymes in standard patterns Fuck your fams, I'ma pump kin full of fire on wax like jack o'lanterns I got metas down, you're still struggling with grammatical policy Closing your eyes, waving fingers, and depositing random apostrophes Its all on me, you're not used to personal shit, I might have hurt ya But fuck, Fist, you're so wack that you tied Radius...and vice versa Before you depart for the stands...breathe deep...blow me as hard you can And learn how to carry yourself, after I put your hearts in your hands |
02-03-2013, 04:34 PM | #3 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
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vs Tangible
A comp and the drive’s all it takes for ebonics to thrive But spit that shit out loud, n we’ll see how long you survive I gotta laugh at this poser Youre the white cat who buys FUBU but takes it off when black cats come over I launch scuds n bomb slugs, guns rupture your life Oh wait…theres already one wannabe thug too much for this fight I don’t need to spit rounds to embarrass you You landing a deal’s harder than bringin a jumbo jet down with a parachute N how ya mackin that hoe?... that aint a ravishing glow That comes from outeating pigs on that man versus animal show Im fluent in grave danger Awe inspiring to millions of artists, while you’re the fairy muse of a gay painter Don’t lose n display anger, you were certain to fall Taking the brunt of the loss so I could bare the burden to all Succumb to divinity n plunge into misery Youre an afterschool special about mixing guns, drugs n stupidity Kid, Im just flippin stronger stuff While you struggle to do you…cuz you’re fat n your dick aint long enough You dont play with DAT, cuz ya scared to get on And the studio's just that one room apartment you share with ya mom vs MetaSin (2 Rounds) Get ridda this kid, hes ill equipped to numb the ruckus If tourney recycling aint bitch…I don’t know what the fuck is Ok, ill letcha do it, but lets straighten this first… Do you REALLY wanna square up with me on a greatest hits verse? I didn’t think so...best flee before its started Or I’ll leave ya body of work cursin God for bein’ born retarded Top ten?...on my list, you’d barely crack forty I’d even sun you in Spanish, but looks like ya took care of that for me I’m your idol, ya copy, still there ain’t no peer greater You’re all over my old style...HALF as dope...a year later A 15 yr old groupie that wants to claim vet Pressin the issue…this Paperboy cant afford to cop a weight set Ya rockin fake 'n now you’ll havta stomach loss Cats bought into ya shit…then sold it back FOR a fraction of the cost Im immaculate, droppin shells that’ll dump ya off to hell If you aint havin it…I applaud ya mom, she must taught ya well You’re getting mocked in the open Write ya ass off…you'll still never beat the fans once they saw your opponent But…if bein clowned aint an ample deterrent I’ll just post ya upcoming tourney verse against Frac as insurance… I cant figure your style, it aint prayer or voodoo And I know it aint feignin ignorance*that shit's like second nature to you Recycle, bite concepts....thats whats newbies do here You'd HAVE TO, ya seed's 32 times my combined 1 from the last two years... So, no question, Im the best in THIS brawl* Ill force you to bow out*like bendin forward standin next to a wall Stretchin the jaws of insignificant clones Ya need to get off ya high horse*unless ya fuckin ya bitch when shes stoned In PBA ya tried and lost, the jury fucked the verdict You appealed to their stupidity*here in MM, ya verse affirmed it* My work is pure n perfect*I deal in the truth You sport a class ring with pride*from the Heald Institute* This is real sick n ruthless*shit, I JUST sold the sequel You wouldnt be well connected sharing watering holes with people Even fat hoes don't envy this ruckus ill win Cuz in the first rd*my date with destiny's ugly as Sin*HA! Ima bloody ya chin, rush n puff mandible Ya life's story*comes with a cassette and cuddly stuffed animal Sense is wit*n Metasin's a brittle pauper The way my voice carries*Iverson looks like he dribbles proper You wont show or win, in this race of the pedigree And guess what*your still only second best if ya PLACE me in jeopardy Youll never bruise me with ya jargon... Ima litre of the new school like kindergarden milk in futuristic cartons You just lost the street crown Cuz you couldnt handle me*but you sure as hell caught a beat down*. |
05-23-2020, 12:16 AM | #4 |
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Join Date: May 2020
Posts: 344
Battle Record: 5-4
Rep Power: 95148 |
vs Positive Flow
Im impending doom trapped in a man's frame… Youre a fag with a fat dame - still usin FLOW as half of ya rap name Any thought of scoldin me's got ya boltin for cover Scrappin that idea like it went n insulted your mother Each quote is a thunderous, ominous blow Shit…ask me for an old ladies name and I wouldn't posit a Flo Just half a tidbit rattles this dimwit… Judgin by ya gay rep, im not surprised you got saddled with it ron's masochistic, you're a slow vet That'll get beaten over the head with punches that ya don't get I roast sets, n as for this slob In the company of greatness, is the closest youll ever get to havin a job You're not strong when demanded… Cuz you're offin ya own world…like ya sat back n dropped atom bombs on ya planet Pos aint hot enough to stop a decent threat He's the Mighty Ducks in the playoffs - he aint even got to Freisen yet See - im from the bay, but now i got a new town So the Pimp of The Year aint got a problem knockin Drew Down Im bringing sweet dementia In the form of a pre paid chincheck for that wack shit youll spit on the beat I sentcha Im a recognized genius, you couldn't be more incompetent Go to the ends of the earth and you'll still be my polar opposite You're a fockin' trendsetter jockin vest sweaters Getting Pearl Jam necklaces while I rock the lead better Its ironic - that I could be strong at outwritin this pawn …and still have a bitch of a time stiflin yawns Mass opinion on ron n this triflin' loser… All Ayes on me - Pos's at 20 Nots faster than boats with nitrous boosters Im a hard hitter that'll scar quicka You only serve a social function as a waiter at ya crews Barmitzvahs Im a fuccin McSorley in a rap That'll have ya nursing injuries when I come with an orderly attack To leave ya bones purple, ya too slow, urkel An outta place square peg that just doesn't fit in with most circles I slaughter cats just for bein barely rockin' Pos'll follow soot like the chimney sweeps in Mary Poppins Each punch is a chest cesarian So tryin me's a less fruitful enterprise than star trek gone vegetarian Im out to freakin kill with emceein skill Hammerin home next level shit that'll strike you as bein ill Foes rue the day they chose my crew to go thru Im the head of a warrin commission that got Kennedy's ghost spooked Ya girl's girth is providin a fallacy She's the universal answer to all ya problems but shes the size of a galaxy I got pos second guessin, Im the type to smother first The last of a dying breed…while he rocks hypercolor shirts It's a waste to put my clout with this homo Cuz any strain of hope flow had went out with the Dodo In the spotlight, its true that drew failed He flopped in the commercial setting like that Do the Dew whale vs Serge That’s enuff talk, Paco… Get your ass in the back, and grill me up a 7layer n a steak soft taco (pronto!) Tryin ta come straight at a net god… You’re gonna need a lot more than some booze and the fake gangsta head nod But - I can see why ya adopted that position You thought the fix was in cuz your parents make coffee for a livin Im all for mackin, but if the maid wants a relationship…let her You’d make a dashing couple evadin’ immigration inspectors Shit - I’ll rank you to your face… Cuz, listen – clowns aint gangstah…n neither’s spelling “gangsta” with an h Fans bank on your disgrace - you aint got the style to bump me You’re falling prey like lemmings that cliff jump in falcon country Face it - If rap skills were a match factory, duke A pyro with a nicotine addiction’d book more matches than you At half id take this rookie Unless of course we’re picking lettuce, fittin ten kids in a truck, or playin hookie Step up n get slammed to the floor On some “what the FUCK did he haveta look at the camera for?” You got a placid face of limited age…bad news Once you graduate, you have a date with minimum wage It makes sense ya not chipper I would be too if I hadta rock a fade from my mom’s lawn clippers Im the type to make a hoodvet lose sleep While the train that ran ova ya face was at least a good ten dudes deep From now on, anything you say on this site is iffy I just aint hearin shit from an illiterate immigrant lionel richie Peep exactly how fast my words dance Ya genius wasnt to be denied…it didn’t get past the first glance You werent ready to gun for the boss So...git on, n ill hit you up if n when I need my comforter tossed vs Square Ya style aint catchin’ pound at a dogshow.... That shit’s a radical departure from Ill like Nazi’s jettin’ outta Chicago You lack all the angles you'd need to make a square Only stay in a float cuz you’re homeless and street parades are rare Get ready to move, Son. My shots be on point I want square dancing to rival a southern honkytonk joint You don’t spit hogwash, that’d be a bold yarn You spit the machines that clean the stables for the whole farm Your opus is plain - learn to focus your aim Each line of mine’s an Aria that puts our lovely hostess to shame KS just aint given ya status security.... While I Prowl a hostel environment that beats backpackin’ in Germany My ruse is to punish the least brightest student among us On the evolutionary ladder I’d lichen you to a fungus Vets attest to ma weaponry, you’re just depth to the legacy Of the smart Alecs I turned to Ferrell on SNL Jeopardy |
05-23-2020, 12:19 AM | #5 |
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Join Date: May 2020
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Battle Record: 5-4
Rep Power: 95148 |
vs Proof
Hip Hop’s in ALL its forms in this front runner.... I Graf n’ Excel....You just use Microsoft to crunch numbers. The fact you do finances is funny, Im actually GLAD you’re here; Now, I got someone else to manage MY money. I’m invincible with the right catalyst, You rock a Texas Instruments toupee and a Fisher Price abacus. Fuck a simple old joke - THAT’S too effin’ basic, Science puts your Age somewhere ‘tween Jurassic n Cretaceous. Your job brings ya flow into question; Teaching us all, Prostitution really AIN’T the world’s oldest profession. Your wit’s only SORTA defiant, A Fossel on the sidelines: Fuck finance, Ya should be coaching the Giants. You need a Moment of silence, ‘stead you’re boxin’ a mountain; Bones was the doc on Star Trek, Pops - Not the accountant. Rockin the crowd with years measured in epochs? The real Proof sold out thaFRANCHISE like the director of Reebok. vs Galv I feel poor for Hawaiians, cuz doc is CLEARLY crazy. You either got the earlobes of a giant, or you rock hoop earrings DAILY. That pouty look’s devoid of pure hate, Plus, you’ll need a few more degrees of tilt to make ya haircut appear straight. Idiot, it’s a wonder ya showed.... You only bring close shaves when the patch of skin’s right under ya nose. An ice glare like that just ain’t blessed to fight fire.... Take it from my pic. Quit starin’, n’ set ya sights higher. As The World’s Ugliest Man, I guess I’d also be hurt ....If I won the Guinness Record n’ only copped a t-shirt. I can’t help but laugh at ya grill. The nether regions of ya soul must sport a clean bikini wax from Brazil. And your money situation doesn’t make it harder to call, This bitch can only afford to paint part of his wall. It’s no surprise the hack’s a trans-former. There ain’t a dark alley in Maui this pervert ain’t know backwards AND forwards. Proof got embarrassed, you can hope for the same, A Hunchback with no arms, The Thing makes for an appropriate name. You look like some type of a goblin; Lopsided don’t cut it - the top of your heads TWICE the size of the bottom. So pale, the camera lens is exploding.... I bet ya get mistaken for Wednesday like the date Aloe set for the voting. Dog, I’m on some classic RARE shit, And the only Thing that stood up for you here was that Alfalfa hairlick.... vs Username I was expectin' a less beatable Name.... Meetin' you in the Final's a Lett down to put Don Beebe's to shame. It's plain to see you ain't ready for the Big Time, friend. You're either deformed or ya camera rocks a fish eye lens. Step aside n' let the best dude rock.... You put on a vial display. Ya should try openin' a Test Tube shop. Sorry to say - That "Lost Weight" shit's uttered in jest, Film STILL treats ya grill like ya skin's covered in Zest. Bring RM to vote....no need to fear that. The only RBL Posse worth notin' lost its leader years back. Ya looks make ya fit for a CARNIE.... That Whig alone could bring back the long dead political party. And, with your mangy goat - You're aptly quiet; A Patch thinned out like THAT tops Robin Williams on the Atkins diet. You're less of a soldier than a dolt. You ain't seen a Class struggle since you studied up the Bolshevik revolt. Your time ran out on you. That verse is a GONER. You're feeling the Crunch; & got Nestle as your tournament sponsor. You're not versed in what a brawl takes. I got an endless reservoir of talent. You're fishin' from Utah's Salt Lakes. Wasted hope's ALL ya got left ta play with....face it, Loc. You'd blow chunks just from garglin' your Gravy-flavored Scope. You KNOW Serge's loss gifted me a CLEAR win, The gravity of the situation hit you and sucked both ya ears in. I got ya losin', convincingly.... I'm EXPONENTIALLY better. That shit's deeply rooted in history. Ya shit does NOT flow, I gotta ask ya to stop it. Them lines go on Forever; I bet The Wu see half of your profits. You'll NEVER find gold in them pages, I just removed Island in good time and took atoll for the Ages.... |
05-23-2020, 12:38 AM | #6 |
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Join Date: May 2020
Posts: 344
Battle Record: 5-4
Rep Power: 95148 |
Nothing Special
Is he a man or a myth? I got that spectacular gift.. Gab with a quick wit.. Plus, I'm a mack with the chicks. I come with that immaculate shit... Treat liquor like clients - When in doubt, ask for the Fifth. Back from a 12 month hiatus like… What, I’m the Greatest. Drop some lines to silence haters. Catch the next flight to Vegas. Game's over. In my wake, foes turn brain donors.. Y'all punchdrunk.. I stay sober n' takeover from the Range Rover. While ya flow diminishes.. I hit the cynics with hope in images... You're a clown. I've battled my own legend to closer finishes. Ya took life's path's the wrong way... I got dimes grabbin the prize package all day; Ya look like ya' might bag an hombre... Take that right back to Broadway.. The mic has abandoned you. You want realness?... Illah only lets you in cyphers to laugh at you. The worst kind of faggot, dude - Blind.. with an attitude. This is Scorsese fightin' the writers from Xanadu. I'm on some.. Wall Street with a touch of Cali... Upstate or from the valley.. In the City.. they're ALL up my alley. In politickin, my verses are tens... You're the Dean of this rap shit. Yell on stage once, never heard from again. I got permanent Zen. Preach fire to reach higher .. Greet fighters and street ciphers like a priest in East Rykers. Take hits against me with a deep breath and a cold stare, and treat the world's toughest tasks like they're any old dare... You ain't jack shit on popular say.. You're light years beyond awful n' played.. Your shit's scoffed and displayed. The only option's - To pray.. Else Im bombin' away. Those with knowledge'd say ya moniker's synonymous to rockin it with Positive K.. See. Where other men choke... I stun the best folk.. So fuccin' fresh..Ya get broke with puns and stretched jokes. Stop that whinin. The bitchin'. I know you're hyped.. but listen.. Even at your prime position, you lack the right conviction. I've seen the blessed heights; The sights the Legends cite. My lesson's flight spreads with each sentence typed in this internet device.. End men and men alike. Kings and peasant-types.. On quests to fight get swept aside with the slightest mental might. I'm blessed with that competitive nature. On the endless quest for the paper.. Won't settle for less than an acre. I'm a perfect version of health.. steady workin for Self. On a surge for the belt while I amass that personal wealth. Tho I got a bit of a cold n' violent streak.. I bring that Nolan Ryan heat.. How else am I s'posed to try and eat? I'm one step from teaching courses at Stanford... I got the formula mastered... Many unfortunate actors have set course for disaster. A man's defined by his actions... and I'm buying a mansion. Your gargantuan wife's askin why you're the laughin' stock of society fashion. I'm the best the mind can imagine.. ... and it pains me to hear ya tirelessly yappin.. So, silence it.. Captain. New York, New York Make half a million? You ain't rockin a salary.. We pop models that would drop from exhaustion before they stop watchin' the calories.. Steady clockin' it hourly.. Piss us off.. it's fatality... We got midtown covered.. The bankers set up shop in the Bowery. We stay fightin' it out.. Steal words right from ya mouth.. Buy studios for prices you'd see on signs for a house. Go to work in a suit.. Every day, search for the truth; Repeating Gordon Gekko's famous words to the youth. Greed is good. Don't believe me? Ask Oliver Stone... We're locked in the zone. No need to bring a team -- We're each ballin alone. We're Batman in Gotham. Fritz Lang in Metropolis; The peak of evolution.. On some Big Bang to Apocalypse. Gotta cop that fly paper from the tops of skyscrapers.. Short the market and make a killing selling stocks we'll buy later. This is Empire state.. We run the entire place.. ...they say when your dead's the best time to wait.. Noone fights fair.. Bring handshakes with a tight stare... Rule the world from right there in a board room at the top of Times Square. Ya know how they say a man's home is his castle? ...there are 12 million heads that roam the Big Apple... Life is a focus on battles 'til you're leadin the war.. We bring that dope like them kids that deliver weed to your door. Call in every type of food.. even alcohol too. Roll with less than a G, we got no choice. We HAVE to mock you.. Bars never close.. We drink til we're ready to drop. Pick up topnotch at every spot... They packed in ten to a block. In this rugged land of underground heros.. We run shit from the Boogie Down to Queens to Park Slope to Ground Zero. We make more in a week than you'd dream to see in a year.. There's no reason to fear.. Step aside. You don't need to be here. You're soft. You KNOW you don't wanna test mine. This is the Chairman of the Board.. signin' off 'til next time. |
05-28-2020, 02:00 AM | #7 |
LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS
Join Date: Aug 2014
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Rep Power: 85899392 |
Pedigree was one I always liked also, I don’t think we have much of his work archived here actually. Feels good to see his name crop up.
Dope shit Ajax.
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