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listen, homey u got no original skill/
u been bitin off of original lyrics/
i wuld give u my very own lyrical fill/
but u lyrically cant feel it/
u takin all kinds of lyrical pills/
and u still lyrically incoherent/
cuz u got no lyrical spirit/
u spit rhymes like u afraid some1 gonna hear it/
this red-head nigga thinkin he can take my crown/
but thats 2 much title for u so sit the fuck down/
this was a battle that i had in my school today, this is all that i can remember and its not exactly the way i said it, i think, but i thought i wuld post it anyway siince i havent had too much time to sit down and ryte verses lately
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uppin this, cmon peoples
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ELEVATE beyond what ur doing now
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i got u, wait for my next verse, ima really sit down for this next one and think about it fareal
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check it, homey i bring levels of skill to every corner of the planet/
like i was u.p.s., shippin bars, runnin rampid/
my lines b heavy, leavin lunch tables slanted/
comin wit levels of elevation, words neva landed/
i got amazing preconceptions wen i lyrically start flexin/
prolificly pumpin out bars like im heavy weight benchin/
quality over quantity cuttin the mic chord tension/
not to mention, nobody can answer the ultimate question/
how did he get so good/
aint no formidable opponent wen hes heated/
comin strait out the hood/
and can neva b defeated/
u wanna hear somethin crack/
then ill give u somethin better/
this kid weaves lines around ya body/
like a lyrical wool sweater/
freestylin wit no beat/
but heads is still bangin/
i took a break from battlin/
but heads is still hangin/
if u didnt kno better/
u think this kid wus still slangin/
i got off that shit/
but i still get peoples heads rangin/
no bass and no trebble/
but this kid is a hormone driven rebel/
vocal flows b heavy around the throat/
like a gold medal/
parents is strait off the boat/
so my loyalty remains unsettled/
fuck america and fuck every other nation/
its all goin to shit ne way/
read the book of revelations/
every one gonna die someday/
no need for an extension/
best friend took a stray/
half a block from ma home/
all cuz some dude not gettin paid/
aint spittin wut they shown/
its fucked up, that all i gotta say/
ill b back to finish it tmoro and fix up the flo but im busy tonite i kno the ending isnt as good as the opener but i got lazy cuz i dont have the passion to write n e more, shit happens
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wow, almost 500 views and theres only 17 posts besides mine, how many verses do i have to write b4 i get some good advice, cuz i obviously need it if no1 bothers to leave a simple comment, cmon man, i feel like im wastin my time with this shit
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i saw my old thread fallin off so i decided to up it wit a verse
now u mite make a good joke, get me good/
but u b lucky if i laugh/
cuz i leave u stuck up like an emergency elevator crash/
u swung on me so i ducked then i dashed/
hit u wut stiff fast and sufferin jabs/
now i got u stutterin like suckerin sufferataj/ (Sylvester the Cat)
u cant stop me wen im goin topspeed/
sonic boom in ya room blowin down trees/
its the hudson river flowin thru these/
sick ass bars call it high skill disease/
my minds filled to the brim, so my pen bleeds/
if writin real shit was a sin, got satan on his knees/
wenever i smell haters, homey i begin to sneeze/
im the real hurricane, these niggas is a breeze/
u thinkin u got more skill, ok, nigga please/
i got better flo in ma sperm, so u can come n suck dees/
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just uppin the thread, please comment if u c this, even if u just wanna say u suck, thats cool, but something please.
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man i'm feelin your stuff man. some of it's kinda simple but it still conveys a good picture. I usually have to come up with sumthin HARD in order to convey the ideas CLEARLY. also good luck in the battle.. . . . . .........
o and one more thing, "sufferin suckatash" is said by SYLVESTER the CAT not tasmanian devil, get your WB cartoons right. LOL
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haha dam u rite, maybe i was thinkin of how the tasmanian devil always yellin out random shit, i gotta start watchin cartoons again, i used to love that. good luck to u 2
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take a step back as i deliver this track/
water gun flow spit addiction like crack/
stackin bars like i hold gold in my chest/
wen the flows put to rest u c the smoke from ma breathe/
check, homey i got deft skill on the mic/
give you chills like the nite/
thrills parallel to a hijacked terrorist flght/
get it rite, its All Day Every Day Wu Tang/
lyrical knowledge incorporated wit slang/
u dont kno the type a hammas we bang/
directin nails thru ya thoughts to ya brain/
discombobulatin shit i cant even explain/
cuz niggas stay gettin lyrically slayed/
some shit happens and some shit never change/
exceedin limits of unbearable pain/
unbearable shame/
this is wut it is in this life slash game/
my mics stay stained, fuck this rhyme scheme/
nigga im a unwilling member of a crime team/
hate of a lyin teen released like a lion scream/
homey u kno wat bein a lion mean/
got the hunger for more, salive drippin off the jaw/
kickin it raw, kickin the door wit two 44's/
like B I G, Big L, or Big Pun/
mother fucka pick one/
this kid got rep so come n get some/
i didnt revise this at all, im 2 tired. just wanted to up the thread wit a verse
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word now thats wats up
take a step back as i deliver this track/
water gun flow spit addiction like crack/
^^^^^Try to go more along the lines of this, you still need to step it up and get more complex, to make the message your trying to get thru to them alot easier. keep dong your thang, and more COMPLEX... i'll keep an eye on u
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yea no doubt, i appreciate the feeback greatly and u came through a couple times alraedy
good looks kid
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i was kinda fucked up last nite, spittin off the dome wit some peoples, heres wat i remembered, some parts were missin so i filled them in. check it
step rite and let me set this shit off/
i get off on sick rhymes, leavin kids lost/
my skull is like a twist off, bottle cap/
mysterious rhymes like message in a bottle rap/
shit lemme bottle that, classic like six fo's/
protected scrolls got fillin like, jelly rolls/
better b ready wen my beer belly shows/
gettin real heavy dro, mind reactin real slow/
cuz real niggas know this b the real heavy flow/
im real steady joe, draggin on to the beat/
i dig holes in my sleep cuz this nigga stays deep/
got my mind in the street/
ya better watch ya step cuzin, my clip holds a bakers dozen/
this niggas strait dummin, call me b cuz i leave ya ear buzzin/
spittin freestyles over keystyles, gettin to the beat now/
i bust ya head open leavin brain particles like a beat down/
i release now, the heats how i fire niggas from my creep town/
finally i can sleep now, soldiers fucked up so nobody gonna eat now/
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