~~~The Nameless & Unnamable Thread~~~

Pull another hem-it, with a needle and thread...
Sew you flags of salvage, with a needle and thread...
Push it through illusion, with a needle and thread...
Stitch the nurses from you... it's a needle and thread...

Cold stuck, alike mind-scape... tell your tale... sink or sail...
Solid steel, beef sacrifice... vengance whale, splash ink flesh...
Carve tongues of language, curse and spell... got you, lost you...
Found you, hid you... do or don't, knowledge... is more than just me
Bangin'g together & smashin'g violence-demon heads... it's the WAY
I do it... the way I go about it & shit fertilizer on these toilets, anyway...

Anyway philosophy, shit is fertilizer...
When I use it in my gardens like a hoe...
I repeat, thread silly... string these fishes up,
Threads through your retina... throw darts, my stilo...
Sucker MC's call me enemies, I'm all of you...
Your panting... and, of cousre, I feel your pulse...
Cause your stuck to my lines, like I said... in a threaded web...
The old and sticky... and dirty venus fly trap,
kept a sap enthrawled... while the syrups enwrapped... it...
The trance it remains in is cultishly crafted... carved bone-masks...
Fine artistic etching, stone-headed ignorance...
Broken from Krishna's piercing palms & fists...

the arsonist who burn with his pen regardless?

... Voices of my images blend in with you...
Your punctures are made at my word, all too easily...
Guess who structured you engineers for auto response,
And auto-pilot and things like these....
Me.. I repeat... Never forget, I taught you this simple shit,
At the Wu-Tang academy...

i agree

... Those who knowledge of,
And have the power to face me...
Are purified in the fires of my love..
And you will never replace me...

Lesson 4, flight of the culture bird... wording in 40 octaves, Aunt Mimi...
I is having visions, 10th Chamber... Brooklyn Zu it's True (Cypher)...
Recognize Osirus... is you zombies cognisant, I say we gotta organize...
From the get go, it seems like we're the ghetto and this is poor-folks, politicians and street merchants... in a trance, taking a chance and what not... When really, we're reality and this is the universe...
The human god, pyramids before the dinosaurs...
The manifest heavens of stars... threading table's 1st course...

Corny shit.. give me a break

Take a break, you brittle... Broke off...
My jump off... I'm not your average you...
I guess that bothers you...
You corny crop of mine, I mix you with my rice...
Go some-where kid, run... fall side-ways like a hyphen,
and dash, attached to the back of a truck...
Yeah, I repeat... go some-where and talk about a gun...
While my needle shot you... try it...
I already poison you with your diet...
Can I tell you a story about a bitch...
Yeah you... bitches is boxers & pits...

... Good for you... thanks for the nothings...
Kerplunk, you're in my speech-pool... sinking...
It's really very cool... it's true,
my hornets have more respect than you...
You attack and viper makes you stand back...
You're hyper and, suddenly, they all stung you...
Threading you... and wrapping and wrapping you,
Weavers of your tangled web, your own deceiver...
I repeat... bitches is pits & retrievers...
Once upon a time, you's lost in The Inner Minds' Echo...
You grasp it... it's hard and you can't let go...
Stuck in a vegitative state... I leave you in stitches...
When I hit you with a bong, going boing...
... And it serves to stop your twitches...

... Flows examples, fine examples... here's a taste...
Place to place a smile on her face... pearl paste...
Lyrical gum, a mix of amalgum... what a waist...
I needs to spend more attention in your space...
It's why I shot you this dart... fine as you is...
I seed you with my kids...
When I's first up in your scene...
Seen... A clip of you takin'g your 1st sips... of this...
Tea cup sparkle off your grill... You's a big girl...
Smellin'g fresh, lookin'g clean...
Bitches even barkin'g at you...
I'm the one that says you're milky,
And not the average honey...
You throw a lesson at me,
When I'm throwing lessons at you...
Fresh lemon juice & a tea spoon of elderberry syrup...
I match you, callin'g you and raisin'g you...
Stripin'g you & wrappin'g you in leatards & styrups...
& stuff... the raps of retards ain't phasin'g you...
... Repeatedly engulf you, the bling gauntlet...
The 12 jewelry, moon of antiquity...
I flaunt you... to the mirror...
My want of you is haunted...
... And I take you into where
I am the only path to you...
... And I make blades careful,
Talk prayers, rites & rituals...

2 cups of Lemon Grass...
3 sips of honey...
I wrap the honey up...
She's my ancient mummy...

Use my measuring cups...
or my science glasses...
With honey, I stay havin'g me...
A certain type of tea...

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Originally Posted by Kanha

Corny shit.. give me a break

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co-sign does he just sit down and try to be deep??? and then leave does he think he's masta killa or some shit?

Get 'em... You old Jimmy the cricket...
Get 'em... stuck, held behind... tryin'g to skip it...
Get 'em... lost in a loop, stupid...
Get 'em... Dumb how you rhymes like the ink of my cum...
Get 'em... I took your tramps and looped it...
Get 'em... Def & blind, I repeat: you ain't seen or heard nun...

Gatcha... party pusher...
At your brain dance, cripple...
Heal your spilt blood flow...
Wash it down with ripple...
And piss you shitty bitch..
Don't forget my piss...
I repeat... Don't worry, you won't...
Cause it's in your daily dish...
I'm still got you, when I did the rite...
For your blackness...
Bomba ras, pussy clot... full of slackness...
My tripple shades are fading you into
A brand new, smack you with this old shit...
Repeat my 4-9-3-11 down your throat, snitch...

What the fuck? Dude, I respect knowledge and shit but seriously...you have no form, you barely rhyme and just because you think representing a letter with a number is cool, it doesn't mean it works in a verse. Maybe if the numbers rhymed with something...I dunno.

For example:
I've seen plenty son, B you headin'
To me you 19-21-3-11, you leadin'
The mineral not the status
You sinking in your act as baddest

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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69

What the fuck? Dude, I respect knowledge and shit but seriously...you have no form, you barely rhyme and just because you think representing a letter with a number is cool, it doesn't mean it works in a verse. Maybe if the numbers rhymed with something...I dunno.

For example:
I've seen plenty son, B you headin'
To me you 19-21-3-11, you leadin'
The mineral not the status
You sinking in your act as baddest

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co-sign o and acid hit up the support WTC artists wit a dope verse sowe can livin up this part of the forum.

Thread lines, remove your blood lines... Victim,
You hesitate, knowing your insight is confilctin'g...
You respond like a rectum... light-weight...
No scale for you... Petty-ass pretending, failure...
You fail at fuckin'g with me... I repeat...
You hurtin'g me, is flirtin'g with me...
I haul your tail with your tongue...
& drug you through your fucked up brain selection...
You're stung, while you're hung,
Threads of ropes...
I slice you punks, bloody cantalopes...

12/12, its sounding ill

oh shit! the Godz is here! Thats what ya'll wanted and now ppl dont believe. Aaahahahahaha!

ill.


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Thread lines, remove your blood lines... Victim,
You hesitate, knowing your insight is confilctin'g...
You respond like a rectum... light-weight...
No scale for you... Petty-ass pretending, failure...
You fail at fuckin'g with me... I repeat...
You hurtin'g me, is flirtin'g with me...
I haul your tail with your tongue...
& drug you through your fucked up brain selection...
You're stung, while you're hung,
Threads of ropes...
I slice you punks, bloody cantalopes...

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Listen, I have no religion, I spit on your descision
Christen yourself the Christ, dude, I'm twice as nice
Concise and to the point, I splice fire with this joint
Burn like a false prophet, Learn to rhyme or stop it
You belong beatin' a bongo, sing-a-long, forget how the song go
I respect those who know the ledge, but flow with that pledge
You just jumble together jibberish, jabberin' just like I give a shit
Now, as I finish it, and my tolerance for this is diminishin'
Your style you be reliquishin', to somebody more destinguishin'

... It's Me, I'm him... and you're not...
but you are in my confession booth alot...
And I got you like a womb full of you,
Is full of shit... Stuff your fuckery
In a bottomless pit... boy...
I repeat... the God knows
You're a bitch boy...
And you pride yourself in ignorance,
Only your ego'd enjoy...

ill thread!

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... It's Me, I'm him... and you're not...
but you are in my confession booth alot...
And I got you like a womb full of you,
Is full of shit... Stuff your fuckery
In a bottomless pit... boy...
I repeat... the God knows
You're a bitch boy...
And you pride yourself in ignorance,
Only your ego'd enjoy...

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Pride not in ignorance, fuck bliss, eat your arrogance
Drink piss, talk like you something on a higher level
Your falsehood, God sprayin' supplies the devil
Like a bevel cut, I come a both angles
Lyrical skilled with thought mangled
Inbetween, seems like a dream
Your fake words dissipate like steam
I flow like stream, strong water
I'M my OWN God, nothing short or less
Wish to have known God, you depressed
Stressed and preachin, crested like waves beachin'
Bubblin' foamy brine, in time you might learn to shine
So eat mine, you not one of a kind, you pre-declined
To spew twine, or weak strings, the meek sings
You trite type, search hard for inner light bright
I type right, work hard to beginner blight smite
You may know the math, but go your own path
Your wrath displays an anger, you weren't born in manger
You false facts harrowin', prolly got tracks from heroin
Junkie flunkie tryin' to dump thesis, eat this
Don't make me repeat this, you sheepish
Peep ish, you like a tree that's leafless.

Seriously, learn to fucking rhyme and come back at me. None of this poetry minute with college students bullshit.

haha

Can I get a co-sign? This dude is whack. Knowledge is respectable but this kid is straight pretentious with this shit. Pompous bastard.

... I see I hurt your feelings,
When I had you not feeling a thing...
Stung-numb dumby, cross-eyed marks-man...
You shoot your-self... syringe of stupidity...
I repeat your value at the urinal...
I cut you off when I piss you off my dick's fluidity...
... you's a stunk-body skunk, I hack you punks,
Chunks of shit cut from your inner lining...
Ripping open your mouth, Exhausting your-self,
You collapse from the magnetism of my dangling threads...
Elf of the gobblins... you tiny little thought...
You are not an actual part of the lesson I taught...
But I used you as an example of what not to do...
So there's no real evidence of you...

Sorry, I forgot you're a god, of course
Fuck that, preacher get off ya high horse
You make no sense, repeat yourself
You way too tense, defeat yourself
I see, you startin' to rhyme
Could it be, you learned a lesson of mine?
Now he's tryin' to punch like Holyfield
He's dyin' to crunch, but the Holy reeled
Know he is thirstin for victory, but he ain't shit to me
You burstin' with symphony, already said
Hack what punks? I still ain't dead
I stay strong of head, break bread
You talk like monk, but got no cred
Prolly a fed, suit wearin' son of the dead
Come online, tryin' to get fed
Eat the fruit, get poisoned instead
I moisten my lead, write another verse
I put noise to your dread, stay in the church
Of what others is sayin', you playin like Super Saiyan
Charge up like Goku, but what have you got to go to?
Same hackin' lines, same bathroom rhymes
This brat whom whines cold, can't deny his hat time's old
Fuck it, we can go on til I kick the bucket
You suck it's, completely inevitable
Bite your own style, repeatedly inedible
I'm done son, your paradox socks worn thin
Stare at the box, you still rock mom's bin
Even though it was over, before it could begin
I declare this soberin' remindin', done...FIN

I'm done. Go ahead and come up with another verse that's all preachy about how I'm of lesser thought, whatever. After that, you can go touch yourself to the Wu Tang manual or some shit. Peace.

... Call it what you will, cause you do not know it... You're just a poet I hear you thinkin'g, what a waste... pack your mouth plastic paste, you're a homosexual... who dosn't understand the word no... Emphatically Now (Cypher)... pin hiper fire to your soul... you lump of coal... A whole heathen... repeatedly proud of the broke shit... that bleek future shit... fuck you... like the kamasutra... have faith... i'm a get you... fetch you bitch... and i call you my bitch, cause I add you to my zodiac when i change you into all sorts of creatures ... heavy handed bandit... I'm the one who takes you... repeatedly expose you to your fake you... the one who got you turnin'g to me when you need help and guidance ... you seek hard and suck hard for forming my alliance... and you drip for my science... like a well liked cunt... form another debotchery... some more fuckery and go home... i do you like I did Rome... like I did alll of you lost races... come home again... ET phone home again... I'm getting... beaming you up... light years beyond you... Time & space are my cape and pillow.. get up and yawn you... spawn you... yes it spawns you... son... and i call you my son cause my servents do...do to you the pitiful things the serpents do... to you... buzzards bitch... I speak speach blizzards and i gone you regularly... Hey mister Charlie, fuckin'g facial fluids is trash from buckin'g you down... electric bull... another kick back bitches, let it ride... slide my rooks take your noggin... dooney, conical top... force fed you languages and elipses is pittin'g another of your uneven footin'g, you're trippin'g... crooked acid-traffic-cop
in your high heels, lean into the gillotine again... I fuck you up when i give birth to you like Frankenstein... Piss you off like Hitler, when I talk to you like Einstein... dirty habit, that habitual smell of your roasted skill... cabin boy, bring me another log for the fire this fallen from hacks of tracks of claws and... and i go on clawing you from the marrs of you being strung out on the dragon... my prey... and I haunt you in order to give your demonic tragedy some rest... ecort you, voiceless game, you're sport... i court from a different mind frame... it ain't your name, but I call you that shit cause you ain't the same... you are un-alike... this rather vast expression of the God's value systems and these strategic rhythms...You are still waste land and it just didn't come down to bitches like you... I told you, you are style of pig... and I rip your wig in different spots cause that's just what I did, kid... your energies and meanings are slow-dork blended hybrid... the stork drops you off with no cloth, sloth of elfin magic... you're still back at it... and it's not there... I'm hiding you like peak-a-boo... so kids can see you're doo-doo... stuck you pin-kushin fuck... slide again and and... add another chapter to you ADD session... of course demon-politians promote synthetic shits... them wack-ass regular shits... pits of desparation throwin'g you petty fits... ripped by the Fittest wrapped by the baddest... clasped on the ropes of Willy Lynch like a necklace... you do not really peap the situation, with clarity... you stick your neck out for the thirsty blade... I'm swung-sword shogun for this only Lord... spit & sneeze Echlesiasties, the 7 levels of Enoch my child... collapse at these entries... for the force of galaxies, rare gem... all the open eyes check the gleam of them... yes you are my creature semen... and it makes you act the way you do... slide again... head again, third rail... your clocks coo-coo... clip off, tongues of the tastless... emotion bent a broke this portion of spendin'g... elaborates brain contortion, slew from the sportsman, Wu hold the ports for this... title belt extortion...

Alright, you might as well write for hours
Some might, believe in your magical powers
It's tragical, actual not factual
Maximal brain reactional
Casual, I've slain with a fractional
Of potential, you mental minded
I find it's trite, three timed it's
Bright, but rewind it's
Night and in you can't see
Be me, nor breathe free
Trapped in the lord of the rings
My "Lost Race" sings, Irish
Child of the Emerald Isle
Wild styles, I run for miles
We just gonna butt heads
About what each said
So, go eat bread with your fam
Just know, I don't give a damn
I'm still a man, crammed with stam-ina
I'm ina state of compassion, you another faction
I sit here, askin' what could this dude be blastin?
Ain't been home for days, I'd stay in action
I see you maxin' you skill to come kill
So in a way, I helped build and you can't deny
That before me, nobody tried
This beef died with my last verse
Hauled off, the whole cow in a hearse
If you want to come again, I'll be terse
We just don't mix, like wine and white shirts

Yeah, I see no end to this unless we battle and get votes. Or just get votes on this thread. So either way, fuck it.

What The Fuck Is This Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What do you mean? This thread or one of our verses?

acid i have to agree with you.....i'm not saying im the best but this shit is wack.......he's not masta killa.....not RZA....not GZA......and not INS...

and i didnt bother to read that big shit he dropped.

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Originally Posted by pimptastic

and i didnt bother to read that big shit he dropped.

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Thats where you fucked up.

Anyway, This thread/battle is outerspace due to both ppl posting/battling. AP69 you have some of the illest writtens here that I have ever seen you put down.

And to the nameless and unnamable , That shit is crazy! straight insane...

I cant even call it right now.

well from what i read earlier none of it rhymed and it was corny did he get better?

Good looks, Infin. But yeah, it's worth a read pimptastic. If I'm the reason he pulled out the stops, I feel good about my effort regardless of the outcome.

man all the droppz from nameless are wack in my personal opinion,but if yall feeln it so be it.......must be a is land heredom thing.......

... Swoosh-hook it's the gooks, punji sticks... collect heads... coooks...
Threaded skull-heads of my pets... you ignore me with your threats...
I trap you, my nets... lock you, beetle claws the knots... 10 sharper scratch upsets... deny me like some 4 year old kids... talk back to me... I diagnose you, it's terrets... you're pissed off in your beds... I thread your bones to my belts... bitch... flap your lip welts when I stung your swollen tongue, your mouth is full of shit that I stuff into your lungs... breath-work, brain canal... you're anal-mind and you loose to this kind of Lord... blast you... infernos, my firey word... switch-cut you & your bull-shit, slops... popped out, ripped-open your 3 stomachs... you and your demon-food... my vomit... I'm the baddest cause I fuck you up, these bad operations...force pins through your clavical, bend you into your coxygeal and break you while you're sucking your dick... incisions have you mix your blood-cum with your spit... and your shit comes out lookin'g like you do... your weak-heart is a dart board for voo doo... that's it...

Wax violent, blastin' off at the mouth
Wasn't my intent, off lashin' out about
My words, you nerd with no horde
Claim to swing swords, but realize
These eyes surprise guys twice my size
Wise men never resort to combat
That attacks facts, but know, I attack back
I react quick on some black out shit
So quit actin' belligerent, your temperment
Makes me predisposed, to think you posed
After bein' exposed, by hosed corrosion
Mental explosion, you've chosen
To re-open, and event in no hope an'
I'm closin' this, nosin', wild brown
You child now, mild in how
You chow, philosphi-cal
You malnursihed, I flurish and thive
Purist alive, meanin' I speak the truth
Out in the booth, before mouth meet tooth
Broken jaw, I stomp boots, no recruits
Awoken maw, I spew beast uncouth
Shoot, your threats like bets with no loot
Moot is the point you're presentin'
I'm well appointented representin'
All my smart, hearty henchmen
No benchmen roam around my home
Smash dome with chrome or lead pipes
Wesley Snipes dark, concealed in night
You petty type shark, get peeled on sight
Right, I bet he likes Pokemon and bongs
Gettin' too high to really drop bombs
You sky dive instead, do no harms
Your arms flail, parachute fails
Can't turn tails, your death entails
Entrails nailed, hard-top shale
Onlookers pale, you've mailed
Your surrender, your agenda
Of stories rendered, never endin'
Appear contendin' in word spendin'
Fendin' mendin', your just trivial
Silly Lil' No Named, you insane
No video game or comic book
No drug you took, no fake thug you shook
Could prepare you for my skill to cook
Ill thoughts often sought, never bought
My kitchen of wordplay, switchin' verb say
Play-ground of sounds, hounds and pounds
Fake egg-domed gnomes, faces buried in tomes
I still read, but believe, never decieved
By leaves with symbols, knowledge simple
You get a thimble drop, I make the ripples rock
Sea of life, I sit atop, prop-ella swell a wake
You in my path, my past, this last I make
Will class this crass, brass-balled mistake
Of snake, tryin' to sneak a snap
I still not dyin', you weak at rap

... bronze-iron alloy, metalic lung... whips it's tail-cord & the impact smacks you silliar... I correct you, your mirror is unfamiliar... you got stretch marks on your pussy, from all the fuckery... I repeat the firm dealings... to your squirrel-nut style that your squeeling... repeatedly fucking you up... up through the glass ceiling, cracking your glass jaw... domino effecting your glass frame... you're lame... just vegitating, looking your crimes up & using you in a sentence... like you ain't got no sense... and so you can't feel... stuff is fucking you... What's the commotion? The commotion is Yoga, ask Tantra... how my bed-sword is puttin'g you heads to rest... monkey-brain pudding... the collages of colossus... listen patients, you obviously forgot many lessons... like the one on melanin... Black blast you like my chakra... I repeat me... Paramahansa Yogananda, Satya Sai Baba, Vishnu, Krishna... blow your minds, wars of Gita... etc. ..

Oh shit! the flow. My god , the flow!:yes:

Fuckery all damn day
Luckily, you spit the same spray
I think I may, have heard this before
Lore, brandished with no accord
Smorgasbord of bore-dom
You some dumb, still suckin' thumb
One who repeats passages
Your rap tactics, like averages
The mean, the mode, your abode
Is like a mud-caked commode
Loaded with stupid, pretentions
You mentioned, all that many
Times again, you penny
I'm dimes my friend, spend a couple
Copulate corpulence, what sport you in?
It ain't lyrics, cuz hear this
I leave you delirious
Serious satellite radio, and I don't play yo
Stupid ass tough talk, balk you only throw chalk
Caulk your mouth, all that about breakin'
You mistaken. my glass jaw been tapped before
Smashed, but it ain't cashed and it ain't cracked
Still talk smack with no back
Act like an animal, cannibal bite your organs
Like Morgan you fucked your brother
Inbred fed on words from another
C'mon, you try to smother
Try to son on, you ain't my mother
Run for cover, I drop ignots of hot gold
Molten magma, like lava never cold
You're moldy rhymes, heard a thousand times
In this one thread, you fake hip-hop head
Thought you could drop science, instead
You get sopped and rinsed, dead
Peddle bike, trike, or whatever without wheels
Meddle with mic, get striked without deals
Look what crimes, you know none of mines
I've left kids blind, sprayed paint took sight
Just for crossin' me on a rough night
You think you bossin' me, or tossin' me
I been through Boston B, I ain't flossin' G's
I josslin' and juggalin' these jugalar javalins
I'm nozzlin' nose coned rockets, I travel in
My own mind for days, what skin you in
Doesn't matter, that's of a latter
Thought, you not God, enough
To talk rough, I call your bluff
Scuffed timbos on feet, meet concrete
Seeps into viens, infused with insane
Same hard grain, used in brain
Great disdain, for lame actin'
It's a fact when, you come around
Thinkin' you the biggest gun in town
You get shot down, by some clown
Willin' to go another round, pound for pound
Burial mounds erected in your honor
I'm on a whole new thing, so go on
Get your show on, bring the best
One dude feels you, what about the rest?