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Originally Posted by james
pleas finish with the 'word' the last person nominated
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Originally Posted by james
pleas finish with the 'word' the last person nominated
The last person mustv'e finished before me because i was writing when Jedi was the last word.
emcees is seedy, cheezy, pleas believe me(lol)/greedy niggaz, thinkin its easier than sleepin.
Teach 'em Allah, reach 4the stars, seek higher guidance/quit, stick 2hidin' bitchmade stay in silence(jks)
Nah pay me no mind, cos u kno i aint meant shit/jst throwin it down homebwah, cos me >>demented<<:tease:
nxt wrd: restricted
Restricted from gettin' lifted that's parole/
But i hit my probation officer with an eggroll/
Got locked, and shackled, questioned, and hassled/
Thrown in the hole, for sucker punchin' a c.o./
and he knows he started the beef, steepin' on my feet/
Thinkin' shits sweet, i didn't turn the other cheek/
i let my fists greet his face, and stomped him out with grace/
But i wish i hadv'e chilled cause know i got a new case, and a bruised face/
Next word: paladium
Yo there he go right there, shirt sorta half ripped from the savage
Sportin the white pair of nike airs, and the Baltimore cap on the cabbage
Had habits, of steppin in with the dominant crowd
Lonely as a kid, but he gets attention, he's prominent now
Yo he still just as fake, catchin him pushin weight witout the pistol
Glamour and glitz bitch, and he snitch, had gold around the crystals
On his wrist, hangin off his neck, and even on his shoelaces
Got me puzzled on where he gets checks, cuz he don't got the school basics
Jealousy overwhelmed, peeped him at the helm, the red's stadium
Stuck him up for his shiny shit in the bathroom, the color it was...he said palladium
That was a anoying word
next word: West coast
West coast got bomb trees, and insane jackers tha'll jack u for all ya currency/
But currently i reside on the east coast, where cats squeeze toast and speak street quotes/
Love dimes that deepthroat, and heat hold, and don't be with a man for money or clothes/
Mc's on my block get shot for coming with weak flows, Gangstarr those are my peoples/
squads rollin' deep (whoa), beef, and shoots-out a never-ending sequel/
we see soldiers die faster than the blink of an eye, after a drive-by/
Hear em' blasting big's ready to die, and then multiple bullets fly/
I analize everything in sight, instead of why ask why/
Times passin' me by i's all good no women, no cry/
^^^there is a reason the thread has the words (finish wit da word) in the title.
And you forgot to give a next word
Check it rip it till the very last sip
Empty bottle mc's acid trip
Waters drip
Fingers hold the bottle tight grip
Catch a bud in a knip
On the streets never slip
I'm like Ghost the your host with the most
Marshmellows suppose to get roast
Don't mean to boast but you best pack toast
Or don't even bother coming to the West Coast
Next Word: Mc's
:nonono:
Alright how shall we begin this
Leave dames in bliss
On the streets I take a piss
Cut a snakes head soon as it hiss
Bodies left hanging like mic cords pay attention to the words
Towards imposter lords swinging swords
The center presenter original rhyme inventer
Change seasons on em' like the winter
Enemies run faster than any sprinter
Check out the liquids they complexion get tinter
Regardless of gender it's all splender
Don't get it mixed up like in the blender
Just stick to the agenda
All foes surely surrender
With ease they melt like cheese
Drop to their knees
Hold it just freeze
Try and stop me ha,ha, please
Never in history could any Mc's
:king: Next Word: Money
dae ja nae’s stumpin’ dummies
like bees makin’ honey
rhyme time for dimes mami bounce like a bunny
look dunny, ain’t shit funny
’cept your gear, it’s straight bummy
get it together quick or get wrapped like a mummy
the hood is straight slummy
dark days, never sunny
rasing stakes for cain while their noses stay runny
their ways is straight crummy
sellin’ weight by the tonny
the grind traps their minds that’s why these bears stay gummy
while you thinkin’ it’s all chummy
niggas reaching for the gunny
never trust the game, it’s all in the name of money
:lmao: O:) *D
n/w: viper
Viper tactics hit mc's they react with cold, and hot flashes/
Dae ja Nae's a dime..her rhymes hot as matches on strike/
Scientists take samples of my flem on mics/
To add style to my clone, but i'm the real author of these poems/
the Easts home, where diseased savages roam/
tricknoledge plaques their domes, minds withering holmes/
Temples my throne, rocks stones, and diamonds decorate the giant/
Fly when i'm rhymin' on planes, the terrorist lion/
Mane attraction, doo-doo complexion mc shit on u laughin'/
summer over ready for winter wars, chrome out my coat action/
next word:redundant
Real ill verse no doubt. I like it alot. I could picture Lauryn Hill spitting some shit like that. Only one question is the first line suppose to be stumpin or stompin ?? Then again it could also be dumpin, maybe even thumpin. Or is stumpin an actual word meaning leaving someone not knowing or something ?Quote:
Originally Posted by Dae Ja Nae
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Punk-kids wit punctured lungs, wana front this/
jump ship, cos emcees is funky like cuntlips.
Dump them in the bunkers, dnt thunk who done shit/
jst duck the hunters wit thunder who run this bitch wit gun spitz.
Tongue-twists n wits tht funtion, fists punchin/
bugged out, judge me now, show monkey lovin(lol)
Thro somethin', blow trumpets, nigga stand ther do nothin/
start jumpin muthafucca or ya ass is redundant.
^^nxt wrd:^^ foundation
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Fucking wannabe dickriding terrorist ape
I think it's time for your date rape
Your ass I'll deeply gape
Open wide fucking ugly fagat duckling I see you chuckling
Cause you enjoy it pig suckling
Take your monkey brains and leave it in chains
Give me your rings and things monkey turning bird cause he sings
I'll rip of your arms like their were wings
You go to gay bars looking for swings
What you doing on this forum looking for a fore arm
Or a shot to your darm
Like a pill to make you chill
In your mouth a cavity to fill
Just stay still you aint ill
Open your ass cheeks I got a dollar bill
If I was up against you on me everybody would a bet a mill
Your monkey ass would run away from me like on a tread mill
You probably eat pickles made from Dill
I'm Jack and your Jill fuck you on top of I run the hill
This a thrill I look at you and your pussy lips start to get a chill
Man it's over you ran out of gas in your range rover
Start wearing a four leave clover
Cause you need the luck I'll run you over with my truck
Inside your pussy every rhyme get stuffed and stuck
Your rhymes like your fagat lips suck
Like I said you monkey looking duck
It's whatever, wherever, in any weather
Your ass get cut like cheap leather
Make your hot head get redder as in your getting deader
Man your rhymes are like a suicide letter
Do everybody a favor and make the world better
Your body should be cremated like I burn chedder
Or donated to science like a donation nevermind the cremation
With your rhymes like animation
Monkey brains inside your head lies true retardation that's your foundation
:lmao: Next Word: Monkey
lol.. u humor me, nice try tho
Its complicated physics, bitch its mystic/
trippin n spittin extreme, screamin mad explicits.
Get off mah dicc, zip ya shit kid, ya blistered scriptures/
skip the mixtures, fists miss the swift wind fixtures.
Quit, split quick, ya finished, nigga ya listed/
pissed, rippin ya guts out, shoutin u gifted.
Blitz u wit instant cryptics, bitch keep distance/
u whiskers from impact, inches from non-exsistence.
Stripped to ya flesh, crispy fresh, feast on ya raw/
told this rookie before, now rookie acts hardcore.
Ya got balls B', it takes less of a man 2ignore me/
guess u thought ya logical force wasnt boring.
Long stinkin corpse ya haunt me/
Caught ya short, cos ya shit soundz so fuckin distortin.
Boardwalk emcees like battle, who wana grapple/
get they shit crash-tackled, displayed up on the mantel.
Channel ya chi bigger, ya cheese figures is weak nigga/
keep my name out ya grill, dont speak, beep gorilla.
Its no sweat, u no threat, show battle its no test/
protest, flex ya pro-best, bro u hopeless.
Thro u thru the grass like locusts, no jkz kid/
coat ya in ya own blood n blow in ya throat bitch.
Toast, the mos-noted, bone breakin opponent/
own this nigga Brattle for the extra bonus.
Clapped for frontin, bluntly stuntin, but girl u funni/
gorillas no chimp so killa wats wit the monkey?
:fucku:
^^nxt wrd:^^ diluted
:fucku: You wish you could fuck but you can't cause your a dickless fagat and that's why you became a homo.Quote:
Originally Posted by koncretegorilla
:point: :cheerlie: ..
The original Next Word above you was monkey you crack junky
School flunky
Flunked school cause your dumber than dumb then became a bum
Your hair wrapped up in a bun
Took off your turban in the urban cause you ran out of detergent
You stupid fuck you need a doctor call a brain surgeon
Tell I'm said it's urgent
You aint worth me even battling
Your hoe rhymes remind of little kids tattling
How you put those words together shepard cattling
Your head is rattling
You snake it's an immediate decision your head got cut in half like division
Heard you had a vision
With the mic blade I executed you with precision
Cause you was on an internet terrorist mission
Sike that was you getting raped on all the porno pages talking in cages
Your monkey ass was having rages
Then they shot your ass right of a stages
Take off your bra you aint raw just cut your head off with a saw
I'll hit you with the tiger paw
Can you still spit with a broken jaw ?
Doesn't matter cause you spit sideways out of your ass anyways
Go and play with the other gays
Do your strip show if it pays
You like hoes cause it's them you portray
Your birthday is in May the day you came off the bay
Monkey is your zodiac sign but you fucking eat swine
That's why you aint even liked by your own kind
Your brain is so small it's hard to find
I used a microscope to look for your head even cause you was theiven
In the garden of eden drinking man semen
On tracks you continuely decieving
I'll stop you from breathing
Cause you rhyme without reason
Your raps is treason
Monkey it's duck season
Stop with your pussy rhymes that's teasing
Dicks you love pleasing
Like praying cause your always on your knees
That's why you started walking the same way your talking
Women that's who your mocking
On your legs instead of head you wear your cap stocking
You must wanna be calling yourself brattle
Cause battle's dick you wanna manhandle
Give me the bonus but wait you aint got no money cause your bogus
Like the shit you spit you make no sense it's hocus pocus
Up your monkey ass all around it flying fucking locus
Maybe that's why your head stays out of focus
Your rhymes are polluted like your brain is diluted
:stroke:
:'(
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It's no big deal like you said on the Official Freestyle thread somewhat it's not entirely serious cause it can't be, as I said also on the Freestyle thread to Dead Prez who it seemed like you sided with (which is by the way why this whole shit even started right here) it's not really personal. I don't even really like to battle despite my name. And I especially don't go looking for battles even. But if I have to battle you already saw what will happen, I go all out. But don't worry it can never really be personal because I don't really know you and never met you before. But last and not least like the Gza says "when it comes to rhyming I don't play".Quote:
Originally Posted by koncretegorilla
And you was definelty a worthy opponent or sparring partner for what it's worth. It was a great battle. Battling brings out the best in us like when were challenged or put on the spot sorta speak.
^O^
A hoe, u didn't give a next word.
Ya'll should take this to the battlefield!
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Wannabe president really a dead man I didn't know your mother posted upQuote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
cause she's the hoe that loves to dick blow
My whole crew ran through her like snow
You sat back and watched like it was a show
You was hiding in the closet on the D-Low
Your eyes watery like taking hits of hydro
Dead president's mom a 2 dollar hoe
She is dicksucking pro
As in proffesional dead president is a male stripper only wearing one slipper
He's well-known dick licker
Cincinnatti shit kicker
Dead President lives on a farm where he hides from the killa bee swarm
There his pussy stays warm
He was warned so many times before his pussy got torn
Dicks in him like horns
Dead President has more than one asshole with sores
He couldn't find a dildo so he started playing with swords
He is associated with all male whores
Inside his mouth cum pours
Then he spits it back out trying to write rhymes like shoe shines
His mouth got fucked so many times
You'd think he'd keep it shut
But not Dead president cause he's a male slut
Pussy fuck
He plays with everybody's rubber duck
His own mother looks at him and says yuck
She doesn't know how she had him with his lights so dim
And his fagat ass frequently kicked by tims
Dead President's been sucking dick since he was ten for japanese yen
Dead president is cincinnatti's well-known fagat resident
It's evident that he so irrelevant
On Wu Corp with those rhymes he attempts to invent
His mother should of had an abortion to prevent
Dead President has about 6,000 fathers plus his mother never had any daughters
He heard I was going after him so he ran to foreign waters
Speaking of protection his mother half dyke with an errection
You can always find her in the porno section
Dead President's mom is the biggest whore at everybody's door
Travelled over seas during her porno tour
All around the world she's a whore sucking dick to the core
Dead President knows the score
Hollar if you want more
Or your fagat ass can play it smart and ignore
Your rhymes are a bore and put people to sleep so they start to snore
You don't write rhymes only bed-time stories you fagat fucking whore
:point: :slutty: That's Dead President the internet homo rapper
Next word, Like Dead President's who is soft gay and dull to the core is :
Nerd
You wack duke, hold up bra, now i'ma get at this shit right here, lol yo shits got a smile on my face right now. I got you doe. Let me teach suntin right quick.
Yo
Hold up, like common said "you know you done fucked up"
Come on now i outclass you bitch, its like tims to chucks
But i ain't trippin cuz i don't got to prove that i'm so real
Make your poor moms kneel under my balls, for one meal
Username is battle... well from what you've displayed
Is that i got u rattled, before i spit which is to your dismay
Just try to keep up with me on the relay, before you run the mile
Need more conditioning, but how u gone betray than portray your style
Its very simple, like too $hort, which is fine if you come hardcore
Need to learn how to bounce the ball, before you hit the hard wood floor
Son listen, this rappin stuff ain't workin for you, you need to explore
More shit, check the score bitch, murder twice in 1 line for extra gore
I love it, this verse ain't even a diss, I'm just showin your shits wack
Just admit, that you wouldn't blitz back if i sacked, and you was bitch slapped
Right somethin i would take the time to read, then shutter and approach
I'm fat, plus i got the sticky hands wit jelly, but what goods the butter w/o the toast
But on some real shit, 12 years older than me, and still can't hang
Show up at yo crib, bitch slapped ya moms, then where's ya killa gang
That you whished you banged wit, nigga come to cinci you'll see plenty
From brick city, how you come at me with pennies, you need twenties
So step up your level or somethin, cuz this verse was constructed easy
A doe, my lines leave shit torn like tornados, and this was conducted breezy
Step up bra, at least diss me wit some skill then i'll diss u back. But that verse above wasn't shit.
Battle 1, i've been writing since late may. I'm 16, you 28. And you can't come up wit better shit than that. And the beef is stupid anyways. Need to let that shit thaw out...
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"doe" is how alot of people type the word "though", faggot ass nigga.Quote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
:dead:That's right you better have my doe cause your a hoe.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead President
Man I been reading your wack shit on these threads or forum for awhile now. And though I never said anything until you started something with me when I just asked a simple question. And then because your so paranoid knowing how wack you really are you maybe thought something was being said about you badly. Meaning deep down inside even you know hoe wack you are. It's called insecurity. Being a homo maybe you already heard of the word. If not you can always try using a dictionary like you do when you attempt to write your rhymes. But still the problem with that has been when you do that even your dumb ass still can't fully understand the defintions. You got a real problem. Maybe your L.D.(learning Disability) ans sit in those kind of class at your school huh ? Or maybe E.H. (Emotinally Handicaped). Which one is it ? Dead President the first ever retarded rapper. Your so wack and no one pays attention to any of your rhymes, so after you dropped like your one millionth wack verse on the Official Freestyle thread, you write underneath it, "this one blew everybody else on the page away". Yeah, ha, ha, you blew all our dicks right off the page away. Fucking homo. You live in a dream fanatasy world, thinking your something your really not.
No joking around serious talk. I think half of the time you don't even know what your saying. But you hope that we other people reading can understand it for you. Like the above post for example you were so in rush to get at me, because you think someone finally decided to pull out a dick for you to suck that you either misspelled the word doe, or are very plain and simple clearly a retard. If you ask me i think the latter, you are plain and simple a clear retarded. Either way you suck.
:point: :dead: (Dead President a.k.a. your former name I Run from the Hills so I don't get fucked, plus don't forget your new a.k.a the Original Retarded Rapper)
And though I never said anything until you started something with me when I just asked a simple question. And then because your so paranoid knowing how wack you really are you maybe thought something was being said about you badly. Meaning deep down inside even you know hoe wack you are. It's called insecurity.
Naw, i know you wasn't saying any thig about me, i was just startin stuff cuz i like to instagate. I'm not even worried if i'm wack or not be-cuz i'm not even a half serious writer. I ain't thinkin about makin tracks and mix tapes. This is just a little thing i do for fun. Like i said before on my first thread, b-ball is my thing. so i really don't care if i'm wack, but i know you way shity'er than me.