02-03-2013, 04:38 PM | #1 |
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MMx
Name: MMx
Crews: Rx Where: Napa Valley, California Repped: HG, Mentalz, UP vs Benny Wizdom ..how to begin? ..even WITH my style, i doubt you will win what i pen will make ya fuckin shadow jump out of its skin... i have to admit, based on rust, some may give the odds to you but for MM i raise the bar like i'm weightlifting on the moon... i'm stompin through, cuz face it kid, ya not half as ill as me you're just victim number one on my march madness killing spree... you dissin me? never that, my rep will overshadow you cuz i'm the fuckin tank of gas you'll never hold a candle to... as for you bitin my shit, now feel the shame of remorse, cuz the mere thought of me cues the urine stain on ya drawers... stay on the floor, don't move, not even a nervous twitch Benny Wizdom?? i fuckin doubt you've ever seen a pearl of it... i'm servin this.. raw and grimy, straight poisonous form i'm on fucking FIRE right now.. you're approaching lukewarm so you're torn at this point.. my verse is a torturous ploy and if you ever held my mic it'd make your shoulders disjoint so don't disappoint, we all know you won't win in this fight cuz i'ma psychic's best friend... bringing predictions to life get with it guy, you been a plague since you been on the scene your bright ideas are like ya teeth... few and far between dropped with ease, ya style's decayed, and still you try to stay? well, i'm a selfish operator.. you don't get the time of day. i rhyme away, my mind displays an endless fountain of punches while you're breakin ya bank and it's still amountin to nothing without me YOU'RE nuthin, yet you pray you'll roast this vet? how ya gonna try to kill the goose that lays ya golden egg? vs Prox ... i'm MORE than likely to win, despite what you spit... since you did it, my voters this round will recycle their pics.. ya tryin, with eyes closed askin "do i look tough yet?" when ya so shook you wore red to disguise the bloodshed .. i'm untouchable, unbeatable.. just go ask benny, after you diss my eyebrows cuz you don't have any.... i'm sayin... ya lines are too long, ya text is just wordy, best not show like ya five-o'clock shadow reppin one-thirty it's gettin unnerving, like what's making you scowl... but that stare couldn't pierce through a wet paper towel face it now, ya wack and rattled, you'll collapse in this battle you're so skinny i couldn't hit you with a handful of gravel.. .. last round ya really lost, so what can i hope to prove? well.. nebs came quarter ass and was still twice as dope as you! focus dude.. i know it's hard when we clowning ya pic... but how do you spit while permanently pouting ya lips?? .. as for ya wit? ya talk about ass, so get this shit clear i'ma stay the front-runner.. you can bring up the rear.. know kabob's "cold look" line, the one he got mocked for writin? but i feel even MORE sorry for YOU since you personified it.. stop trying.. you can't fight lookin like a pussy al pacino, you prolly do shots of chai tea and chase'm with frapuccinos .. the only laughs you got is when you said you got a life if you took off ya hat it'd look like a full moon was on the rise honestly prox.. you truly deserve one helluva title... lookin like a winnner from Special Olympics meets American Idol see.. the battle steez is employed, it's best you flee to avoid it cuz i'm about to flush the hardest piece of shit in the toilet i'm gifted.. you know this, might as well just fuckin flee herb, cuz i just put you in ya place like Milo up in Sluts & Skeezers vs Balth ... your face is a work of art... how you like that assumption? it looks like a pessimist impressionist's design of a pumpkin... frightening munchkin, but i shouldn't value a book for its cover cuz yours is "We're All God's Creatures: Balth More Than Others" ya gonna catch a loss in this bout, you're too cocky and proud, get socked in the mouth like "bitch, where's ya confidence now?" honestly balth, if you want an L, battling me is enough... but with a pic that goes to show you're family tree is a shrub? ugly as fuck, and that look.. i'm trying to figure it out... is that a smile?.. or just some teeth that wouldn't fit in your mouth? get outta here pussyface, you're best attack isn't funny you're the kid kids who get picked on bully-back for some money ...i've had it with fronting, balth, you fuckin lied to us all... no way YOU, Nerdimus Maximus, could ever survive in the Bronx... .. you're tired assault is weak, expect to get knocked up, you're only attribute is flow... and guess what just washed up? you've got guts, but look like shit... and somewhat of a male... your grill's got so many gaps, it looks like ya tongue is in jail... see, i'll even help you a little... like, now i'm insulted- my eyebrows are bushy... but YOU'RE eyebrows are sculpted ..let's take it back to HG, when you couldn't flow for shit never used multi's, and made ya name trading votes for dick your hopes were dim when we battled... i saw through ya shit saw the bitchmoves behind bitchmoves and called you on it... you took the loss, AND left the net... so while you are talkin tell me, when you came back... whose style were you rockin!? .. that's right, it was mine, cuz facin me, the net's hardest... i'm fuckin quick to draw blood like LAPD sketch artists... get this.. you're like a mosquito.. though you aren't a bug you still get slapped the fuck off once you start to suck... as for the bags under ya eyes, you should be treatin them NOW cuz they so big, looks like your eyes are schemin to bounce.. readin this bout, it's clear i fucking have you scared son.... there'll be NO more rounds for you, so go back to square one i spare none, like ya kid sister.. what can i have to prove?.... ehh.. i won't even touch on her .. perv, i'll leave that up to you..... vs Phant right off the bat, writing with wrath, ya knew i wouldn't slouch, so log off and sit back.. right there on Al Bundy's couch.... .. cuz you're simple and dumb, i play second fiddle to none and i gotta ask you, what kind of pansy twiddles his thumbs?!? ...your tourney run is a joke, so it's no wonder you'll fail... cuz i wouldn't brag if i had a child molester under my belt! and those pants, faded knees lead to naughty assumptions, and what'd i tell you about airing ya dirty laundry in public... couplet by couplet, diss by diss, seems ya gettin quite nervous hoe... is that why you were pushin for twenty line verses? and where's ya gimp lover? off to the side, primed for a fuckin? blowin you kisses... phant, tell us, is that why you're blushin?!?!? .. i'm better, written or spitten, you'll never, ever be winnin... cuz my lethal insults are just too much for your general disses.. feminine bitch, reppin Maryland? ya actually frontin.... cuz the only state that you seem to rep is Banana Republic... ..and you TRY hard to mug, though you aren't a thug... cuz the long arm of the law extends... to pat you on the butt... country club nerd, i heard ya audios, and shit was NOT good, i'll put it this way... you SOUND like how megawatts looks... and ya text is awfully predictable, not clownin this round i'd say i'm ugly, but i'd be taking the words out of your mouth and you're rowdy and flagrant till your mouth hits the pavement, but the toll i take on you will be spread out into payments.... ... sound the alarm, see my weapons and prepare to be harmed but the 2nd amendment don't apply, so stop bearin ya arms... galv whooped ya ass, and now you're slumpin and stuck, you really got the endurance to keep pushing your luck? .. cuz your braggin's retarded, and my raps are just honest, your hot air? ... go blow it out ya ass like dragons with colic... it's said you learn from mistakes, so i'm teaching this bastard cuz by now he should have a college degree from our battles... ..i'm number ONE on this board, so motherfuck your retort, you're fuckin lines are too long and your punches are forced... ..that hairstyle, the cesar.. it's honestly tired and square-ish i'd offer an olive branch, but you'd probably try to wear it.... phant, are you megawatt's student? cuz you been actin bogus like when you got pink-slipped at work and took it as a bonus... claimin ya rock crowds that get rowdy... please, nigga dead it... only direction you move crowds is in a stampede for the exit.... |
01-24-2018, 06:08 PM | #2 |
Scream
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words sentence the page - exercise demons, exorcise all these old haunts dying for freedom the reason, this rhyme, a courageous endeavor from the page to taking the reins on a zephyr thoughts of mine, fruits that fall far from the vine- so in drought, no doubt i'll turn water to wine thoughts in a rush like fireflies sparkle at dusk artisan touch, portraits drawn from a blush maybe it’s tragic, this heart of mine on display rolls my sleeve up, occam guiding the blade poised 'till i'm cast to die, flip my last nickel work till last whistle, toil in sands of time... but i loved, laughed, won, cried and i lost... no regrets, just drink up... i lived life by the drop "Crowded Road" ringin bell's curve is inching me towards perfect symmetry speaking fear aloud, live here and now, and purge infinity working timidly, time grinds and applies torque to your back dividing myself evenly, taking two steps forward and back sort of a trap, sometimes it like you hold a match to a torch and i'm burnt-out while outshone, i pace back and then forth back and then forth, so god damn much no patience is left in order to stay inside the lines i find i'm retracin my steps never saving my breath, and life shows no deposits in sight and when i do have energy there's never a socket to light lost in a tide, empty-headed, but there's rotation inside, but to what avail? i'm never thrown a flotation device... no, wait, i'm a liar.. in retrospect i'm just caught in a riddle, born middle-class, but trapped by the phrase "lost in the middle" often it's simple, but i've found i lost a lot of my heart parties? college pushed me left, so i walk on the sidewalk.. "Gangrene" hurtful lips used words as whips to chip and strip my pride, your opinion fashioned to a prick... to stick a wish that died... ..as time goes by words fade but petrify to blunted daggers suckerpunching me so hard i start to see the double standards and stumble backwards.. i collect myself hoping the damage missed breakables i've packed neatly into emotional baggage .. looks good, lock'em away.. it could've been much worse.. blood could've spilled and scrap-books could've gotten erased .... live to forget another day, and just as much will suffice long as i can settle back into my routine of comfortable lies.. ..numb to the ice and the fire..the apathy and the passion, so i can't understand how this actually could've happened.... .. i saw you, tucked the luggage, scrambled for comments, planning my offense thinking i got this under control...... 'till that ol' condescending glance shattered the contents, exposing the tip of the iceberg of what would unfold.. words escaped me, you introduced me, and i spoke at last, a strategic conversation dancing around broken glass.. .. while you're thinking "i wonder what he doesn't know.." smiling, jabbing, and swinging to keep me on my toes... ... panic.. scanning for exits, right, left, up and then down, the tension's so thick it starting to bead up on my brow.. ..you step away, leave me with him, my shame is obscene tempted to trade blows instead we exchange pleasantries.. "where ya from? what do you do?" and i'm foolish as ever as i had to ask "how long have you two been together?" "the city, i'm a student, a little over two and half years.." ...... .......... i could start praying, but i don't even think atlas could push back these tears... ..sittin' with smokie, retracing the tracks of our tears crackin' a beer releases demons of love that goes bad.. needing to weep... the sweet release trapped in my fear.. i'm all cried out, and now there's just blood on those tracks.. ... where deadly currents race slowly engulfing my pride, and the tide turns my heart black as my knuckles turn white ..you cashed out.. left me broke, aimless, and weathered now you sit smugly counting your change for the better.. it's blood money, the price paid for a look that could kill, .. and for the last year and half i've been footing the bill... ... i learned all your beautiful details.. but hadn't a clue, i'd learned the ropes that you'd use to fashion my noose. and time's supposed to heal, but it mocks and attacks us, .. to the point i want to sue all my clocks for malpractice.. .. the red velvet is heavy, the curtain's closing the show the blood's spilling, and this time i have to go with the flow....
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