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thank u thank uQuote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
i noticed a lot of variations of skill levels in here.
i want to battle, but dont wanna waste some ppl's time.
any new comers up 4 a challenge ?
get that shit ready im packin sevens like eleven
send you to heavin no problem-o
drive by's out the car window
watch these rims spin yo
drugged up on syringe yo
watch when i let that thing go
careful click click i hit tricks
wit sick flick anamalistic linguistics
spit shit niggas bow down to the god
i get more gold then corn on the cob
slob on my nob watch shawtys head bob
i got kilo bricks like im killin stone houses
you hide lke mouses my fuse short like blouses
my guns is spray like oust bitch
watch me crank dat felix foust shit
just kidding i got 72 goons to do my biddin
all grey tees we rockin hoes stay jockin
when we lip lockin i make hits like im boxin
when niggas mouth poppin the mac poppin
bodys droppin like my tracks the beat lax
when i send papes like a fax
bapes to the max like rikers security
every nigga heard of me Grave Arm-EE
bounce wit this smoke an ounce wit dis
i said bounce wit dis smoke an ounce wit dis(x2)
back to the killin fields feel my steel up on yo grill
i kill furill i bust dills on her sill still kill im miraculous
avengin the savages this nigga accurate
you know the mac stay immaculate and most deffo im packin it
and bang on tracks wit it smack a fag wit it
hop in the jag wit it leave the 4-5 on my lap
roll up im strapped give yo pap a dirt nap
you know this hurt rap hurts cats
and murks hats turns em to visors
bitch aint a looker shes a hider
fill ya desires wit lead leave head
spread like the bed all red
leave ya set all dead cuz of wat cats at the mall said
you really want beef im sprayin the AK snake
put bullets in ya drapes i told you on my tapes
i wuzznt n o fake and now you late for ya wake
put a time bomb in ya casket
and blow the funeral im hot but the feein aint mutual
my pubicles im out stretched while you in the cubicle
its fudeual fatality splatter skeletons badly wit an animality
bounce wit this smoke an ounce wit dis
i said bounce wit dis smoke an ounce wit dis(x2)
tell ya daddy i went lil benz to pimp'd caddy
pockets got a fatty just like when i rap see dont me mad pimp
cuz even my dad limp plus the G pa
im under 21 and smoke that cheebah and i bounce wit it smoke an ounce wit it
pounce wit it big words hard to pronounce wit it
denounce ya tribe try to comprimise wit these guys
call me a bug cuz im fly aint from the sty
but i bang that poose when that cat is loose
i pump ya caboose cuz i got her on that goose
i want me sum neck bussin the tek
at ya new stretch when im puffin the shet
leave ya white tee all wet
i wake up in a daze been in this faze for days
quit the rage its a night mare
nah just a lil suprising no comprimising
where the shrooms hiding
im high as a kite i grab the mic wit spite
lighted the philly and sang a lullabye
my niggaz calm we puffin by just huffin by
almost there shot a queer down by the pier
we played the block sold the rocks
shot a cop cuz he tryna jock for the cream
my team stay lean we aint mean
but if you get in between you'll be upside down in a ravine
nah mean? the sheen of the sword glowin
niggas turn pussy like they out there hoeing
wit no knowing cohen the doctor spot ya on the doppler
damn he got ya we play spit laughter
shot bastads cuz they asked us
stingy wit O-Z's i blow trees niggas know me
i always pack seeds yall niggaz blowy
my rhymes flowy and you know theeese
Before the actual battle..
This Is Where The Competitors Of The Flying Daggers Go To Swings Swords And Sharpen Skillz.....
Come Spit That!!!lets Get Ready For Battle!!!!
Swing Yo Shit!!!
i take there will be no votes.
Yep Yep Exactly Just Spit That Shit...ill Set It Off Soon As I Get The Time Later...
blades Of Glory Battle Your Sword Took Off The Mantle
your Shits Weak Like The Show And Prove You Speak Yo Lace The Session Who Tries To Compete Defeat
opponents Darts the Melody I Swing Swords
Heads Fall Once And For All Chambers The Death Blades Cut Sharper Image
phsyco-optic scoptics, I murder the frames, burn it all the ashes and trash the remains, another blunt, another bowl, lost souls roll in dark nights with no lights, slow stroll as another symphony silents unfolds, dude from the scaffold took a peak, he didn't speak for weeks,bodies crucifed on a buildings side with the guts hung like sheets, frustration and dedgradation speak on the streets, children ignored till they poured liquor down sewage drains, the stains still remains, they been their for countless years, in the coming years I fear we'll see the worst as we thirst for a higher degree, higher pedigree, all my brothers with fist in the sky standin next to me, we can't flee when they send in undercovers, stop 'em dead in the tracks like deathships and Sally Strothers, Another world's gonna manifest, leave behind the bullshit conquest, glasses convex, they shortsighted and we over writed the wrong, hear that war drum? they playin my song
(three minute keystyle)
I’m out cha like Blade the vampire hunter
My flow cuts through any instrument/
Wit my lyricals coming so hot I burn ya flesh
And leave scared for life wit nothing more trife than suffering/
Hold cha breath under ya swords are as rusty
As hot wit no tits and a flatter ass than ya mama’s pancakes/
If you daring I cut cha in more pieces than pizzeria
Leave you preying god in ya last hours like Mussolini & Napoleon/
I’m killing e’m wit less filler when I’m iller wit skills
Like a leaver and puller bully
My opponents wit words omnipotent/
Can’t flow wit commitment wit lyrics
Pervasive wit no persuasion/
I don’t need a vocal coach to lead me
To an American idol approach/
I need a roach so I crush it under my shoe
When I crouch readying my sword/
Ready to strike without a timing day or night/
I study the art of lyrical ninijstu
Mixed with the art of tenshu/
I’m armed to amend cha
End wit less pain when it began/
So don’t dare and test a beast
That hasn’t been unleashed for ages/
Oowwwe
yo Sparring Session Mic perfection Spit Lessons
mic Infested sprit Taken Blades Forsaken Spoken Word Thought Perplex Index Motivate The Swords Cut Air Oh Lords
make Way Trumpets Slay Blades Renegades Release Empire To Which Death Came
Yall can all defect like scared cowards nuclear shower yall, spent like I won the powerball
The chips fall and that thats, flat like Kansas habitat, how bout that?
Quick to react like a panther in the jungle, who really wanna rumble?
You talk tough in the closest but in person ya stay humble
Stay high like trips of ketamine I keep my sceptor clean,
mind a machine, mentally I stay running,
450 big block with gas pedal gunning,
Mind-numbing reactions when you step to the mic,
Yall come up friendly like bitches to Dolemite ,
Scared I might ignite and fuck one uv you up,
Tilt ya body like a clean 64 makin a cut
western Shot Sherifs Wit The Wessen Gun Testing Sunset Roast
Huckleberry Toast I Smoke Toke Fat Sacks Like Bread Loaf
the Shoot Out Persuade Enemy Repay The Haysack
relax On Point With Scripts I Swing Lecture
bandana Rely On Winds The Crow On Scarecrow Again
alien Nation Crop Circle Damnation Burnt Fingertips
heat Seek Apacalyps Hits abducted Commities Written Saw Scripts
play Dead
ahahaha, Nice man :b
Synapse fired, life expired, emcees permanently retired
Antagonistic with the teeth showin, cats is back n' forth like wind blowin
Mesmorized by televised brain path that outlast the gunblast
You grandkids will still be watchin seasame street
while crack glass is STILL crushed on concrete
Chasin in circles like a dog after his own tale
You gonna need soulpower to free you, mufucaka
Post Bail
lookin forward to crossin paths with some of the sharper blades here...
You got those flows that ain’t even cipherific
My lyrics are more horrific than any horror flick/
Break ya back physically is mentality I bring in the ring
Ya got bats, I got bee stings ready strike when I cease/
Don’t get cha mind frayed like multi-colored wires
I spray brains wit more chemicals than polyurethane/
Come and bring the pain I got more methane for ya man
I’m ethical obligated to take on anything less technical/
Any emcee coming against the hyper kinetic emcee
That is me proven traditionally I can hack it wit Hercules/
Yall net emcees ain’t shit too me, my dog talks more than you see
So if you don’t have anything too say don’t type it or write it/
Don’t gimme ya best Nelly “Contry Grammer” interpretation
Don’t gimme ya best recap of everything Kool G Rap ever did/
Niggaz can’t Wikipedia that mess, ya raps at they best are just words
That haven’t been heard off the page or on a stage in front of heads/
This ain’t the same dog that ain’t been fed, this is one of the sharpest
You haven’t even seen between my lines once unsheathed my sword I unleash/
yo These Cats Fronten Acts Get Slapped Backwards
hazadous Dart Proven To Stick Fus Whats The Issue Dismis You
off The Habitat Of Rap On Contact Mics Ripped Off
vynls Spins the Title Sheek Sword Act
accord Visualise bloody Swords
many Men Wish dreams Dont Come True
4 Trumpets Throw Axe At U
two weak lines will keep my cards close by
you will find out nothing till the real daggers fly...
when the real daggers fly, you'll see a faggot die, slain croakin'/
...your frame broken with the agonizing pain, chokin'/
...gaspin' for breath but death is just a minor factor/
the spine retractor, grimey rapper, fat vagina smacker/
untimely chapters in the life of a true thug/
my crew's bug, aim these two slugs at ya boo's mug/
so who, what, when and where?, I'm there in a split sec/
...fuck 9/11, y'all ain't seen no terrorist shit yet!!!
Fuck my enemies, enter the dragon, now enter me/
Im a heavenly entity come to cut centuries off your longevity/
didnt want the KO rule cos i attack with the force of four horsemen/
you couldnt “knock out the J.T.S.” if you were George Foreman/
i’ll rhyme a rings around you till your outlined on the pavement/
and I dont give fuck if your caucasian or half black, half asian/
fear my wrath when you hear me rap I expose the fact that/
cats wants me dead for the impact of verbal attacks, make em collapse/
too scared to battle me on the real so your still not worthy/
even when you were working at burger king you couldnt serve me/
got this feline fetish tiger suit faggot head locked in a rap/
I drove through Road Work, what makes you think I’ll stop for a cat?/
J.T.S. such a verbal athlete that my own clones can match me/
and even cancers scared to catch me, just look what the facts be/
my name says im a bit heavier but so’s 65 percent of America/
but whats more scarier is i can drop enough rhymes to bury ya/
I got this sick kitten addicted to my writens cos the flows are dope/
so i can torch the bastard and snort his ashes after he over dose/
im sick of it, this bitch should be quittin it hittin up a bit of nicorette/
i get more lovin’ than tigga get cos hes a motherfuckin hypocrite/
the shit im flippin got the the periodic table re-writen for your demise/
end ya pathetic life, strike with knives made of the element of surprise/
you just spit the same shit disses the last 50 rappers i beat did/
so prove you can do something new or take a seat kid/
my addictive rhythms been feedin mcs since the very beginin
the dawn of all ages never exsisted until I first started spittin
my lifelife is a timeline of infinate wisdom laced in lyricism
my attitude is heated thats why the entire western hemisphere is sizzlin
Yo leave a lot cats wit mixed feelings/
whteher you love me or hate me/
I still look down you like fixed ceilings/
I distribute lyrics like its drug dealing/
Im like Wolverine...
after a battle I use quick healing
all hail the king..
I'll have yo bitch ass on the ground knealing
everybody revealing their tactics before the game
a swordless man will always be slain.....
Not when you have different methods to your style.
truth be told cha both right
i'll expose "visions", cause i see through the tactics
they call me mola rom (temple of doom), cause i'm known for "heart jackin"
heavy chest seepage, bring order to the chaos, leavin a "lord sheepish"
get blown like brass with " four .44s" mags nothing but 1/2 "skeleton" inside the bodybag
its sad, these garbage mcs is like brenda's "bambino"
get thrown on your head like you cheated the casino.
oooooooo yall ain't ready.
ya know, i'm like the scorpion,i hide my identity. i fight till i have no choice but to reveal my technique.Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
The flows is monsterous, stoppin it? perposterous, not even in your prime like optimus, You have better luck drowin a hippotamus, The outer crust can't touch the center of the earth, I spit lava to give land birth, what's it worth? plantation of cess crops, fuck the yacht, got 40 deep and a family that gotta eat, we roll on you like wolves amongst sheep. Peeps try to master the style get smashed like imprisoned pedofiles, murder ya lawyer when he files for mistrial. He lived in denial of protectin what's evil, I bust shots have 'em jumpin like Kinevil.
yo son, you mention names but won't rebuttle to this/
so fuck around git found drowned inside a puddle of piss/
wit ya brain all bludgeoned from a pipe to the crane/
you hear the chainsaw buzzin' chewing right through the veins/
the foul bastard, the automatic rapid forty-cal blaster/
...this loud cracker better have his corny 'style mastered'/
I'll dick ya shorty down and giz in her horny mouth after/
son I'm a legend in the game...got Gordie Howe stature!!!
typed this in a minute....even less, git at me if you mentioning names son!!!
yeah i called your name out, now watch me put your flame out
better hide inside your closet boy you shouldn't have came out
shut you gay mouth, before i make you deep throat some heat
david blaine your ass an watch you rise off yo feet
u tryn ta jihad the god but it's a suicide mission
if i'm a cracker then i must have a bad skin condition
better hit lenscrafters have them bitches check your vision
pissin? well i guess a baby does what he can
when he facin a man, i'll rub your face in the sand
find your face on a can, of similac, you lack smilies
you can't get with me, i'm the epitome of victory
......
u come with a fist, i come with a bat
you come with a knife i come with a gun.
picking out a weakness, seeking faults
wielding my sword, clutching the colt...
I slap ya'll down to the cold hard ground
And give ya nightmares like i was IT the clown
Lane's of solid gold, robotic mould behold my flow's that shift
When I roll up your rhymes and smoke em like a jimmy cliff
My main man Kiff slap cats like you for lunch
I gotta hunch, Ya bunch of phonies phreak just like captain crunch
My next hit was not expected, i reject cats who never respect shit
But i always neglect to mention the fact
That i attack in alleyways with saran rap in my pack
Matter-of-factly slapping bitches on track, I snap the mic and hand it back
Wit Wires dangling from it, you start to spit and no-one takes interest
I take ya mid-west with a permit and transmit ya skills to be the best
My rhymes are so fast, they whizz past yer crew and leave em sonically aghast
I remaster past forms cos i surpass the class on mass
At long last, here's the contrast who's deemed the fermex
So i recast and release the pressure of the saturated markets
4 verses leaving you out of breath
il reveal you nothing until your death.
Who's got mad raps and an infectious style
I make the crowd riot like the LAPD
Been blown since day won
Since then I been workin' in verbal demolition
Mic-controlled destruction is my main mission
I end transmission of wack MC flows
Spittin shit so cold I leave these schmoes froze
Close curtain on the hurtin' I deliver for the present
But I'll be back to smoke you twice over like resin
take no-tice so you know-this when I connect the verbs and nouns
Its all proper nothin's common yo the skills profound
the world renown original digital syllable riddler
spittin' the unspitable lyrical integers
fittin' the unfittable similes into the rhythm in intervals
My sword penetrates the earth like that of Interpol's
Bringin justice to the hip hop worlds criminals
It's the The Unconquered one like the Seminoles
Bringin soul back to the scene like Super Bad
spreadin my seeds in ya wiz and jettin out like a dead beat dad
You just got clapped running from the lead skeet blasts
aint nan 1 of u seeing the diety u get ya skull crushed/
easily, i "curtain call" u herbs like iam goldust/
ask me 2 "hold up" and ima lift u off ur feet par/
choke da shit out u,brain cells revert 2 retard/
u'd need an erection for any 1 to say that "he's hard'/
not aimed at any 1 just practice....unless u wanna take it there
We Can Take It There Or Anywhere For Spar Combat My Chins Break Bats Knee Caps And All The Above Physical In
Hospital Condition Critical Resperator Plug Pulled
Its A No Man Layer Of Dominance Once I Swing My Sword U Fucken Maticons
Catch The Drive By Bomb Territory Like Suicide
^^ i liked those lines above J.T.S, tight flows are usual..well on with the sparring...Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Ayo, jackofhearts i got more breath to suppress
Like ness, I remain hidden from the rest, just playin chess
So watch as i stamp out another 16 lines of genius
Then i digress of course and shine like the star of venus
From sunrise to sunset, my mind silhouette's
Vietnam war vets heads smoking marijuana cigarettes
Abstract jets of steam spray forth and blow ya upstream
I get sainted while ya''l get tainted by the american dream
I'll slap sleep 'Frank' Sinatra about this whole damn thread
And chop of his head with my lyrical blade, and leave em for dead
I'm well ahead of the herd, I only smoke superior herb
Never dread to tread on toes, i leave phonies roposed
Lying horizizontal, with nose's bloody and severely impaired
I tee off from their mouth while they're gaspin for air
Preparing the mic onslaught before I step out to tear
Other MC's apart in my lair, so ya better beware
so what I called you a cracker, I was wrong but who cares/Quote:
Originally Posted by STYLEMASTERR
see you can have the bluest of eyes or the blondest of hair/
or have a 'fro and a dashiki,...skin darker than night/
and still I know you wouldn't meet me in the park for a fight/
so you a hardbody studio thug?/
you rap violent?, just imagine how a Black Talon chew through ya mug/
imbeddin' the toast,... the lead'll leave the shreds in your clothes/
sever your throat, ya left beheaded dead and fed to the wolves/
I'm better than most...so faggot what ya thinkin', I'm sweet?/
you can call me Polident...the way I'm sinkin' ya teeth!
Whether i got flows locked
I’m still ready to rock/
And slam dunk that spike right through
Ya neck region and leave you laced
Wit legions of demons start screaming/
I don't dig on Betty, Nita or Rita
I play wit any heather hunter
Wit bloody Freddy Kruger gloves on/
Yall cats get rugged playing
Wit cha chicken mcnuggets/
I chomp down flows and bars
Like termites and germs
Yall got allot to learn/
Thinking you can sharp shoot me
Like Shawn Michaels in Montreal/
My potential is way higher than yall
I leave you RKO'd after I settled/
Yall ain't even in my pedigree
Let alone in my league or my clasa/
Better get cha cabasa
Checked out pronto hombre/
My flow ain't second to known
Like Tonto & Kato..../
I stomp through tracks
Like King Kong and Godzilla yo/
Don’t get cha self played out
Like the last thing diddy made/
I don't need a band to get laid
Yall get sprayed wit a can of raid/
So you better scram like roaches
When I approach the microphone/
I come thru stomping any and all
You cockroaches like Scarface vs sosa/
And roast cha bars like roast beef
Eat cha like lunch meat while
Re-writing my thesis on rap/