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Originally Posted by SHRAP
^^Who's Juicy J and Project Pat ?? You talkin' about 3 6 Mafia ??Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
And if you is, did you mean that as an insult or diss ??
Cause, at least them cats is signed which is more than I can say for all the wack ass cats on this web-site dropping lines or verses only about swearing how hard they are and such. Half or most all drugged up and shit on herb, or beer whatever that shit makes me laugh. Half the shit they spit makes no sense.
For the record I can flip rhymes or verses however I want. That means battle mode, dissing, making jokes, or strictly for the ladies shit. It don't matter. You name it and I can rap or rhyme about it. I got no limitations on the mic period. I am as versatile as they come. So, with all the above in mind if you gonna compare me to somebody compare to Ghost from the Wu or something like that. Ghost-Face Killah that is. That's a real Mc. The best that ever did it in the new school. And as for my opinion new school, old school, it don't matter Ghost = G.O.A.T.(Greatest of all Time).
known to start, while u jumper cable
duracell drained when u came to the table
chernobyl physics unstable
mutating genomes twist your helix like red vines
xavier read minds and enduced psychosis
prognosis of a lethal dosage,
over exposure to me in the cypher can lead to overdoses
heart failure and seizures
5-0 bagged evidence with tweezers
leave your skeleton pale as the grim reaper's
got u up all night runnin' with tweakers
feeling incompetent as america's leaders
stumble like the president, poor public speakers
hesitant to even retort
gotta your moms wishin' she chose to abort
torturous technique cause your joints to contort
in directions they weren't meant to
u don't want no beef, look like a hindu
minus the turban
drunk driver swervin' for certain
one way or another death'll drop the curtain
still searchin', for answers to how to shoulder the burden
left bloody as a virgin
the bubble gum stereo surgeon
emergin' clean from the wreckage
why am i supposed to respect kids
when they haven't paid their dues
i'd rather see them sway in a noose
intoxicated off the scent of the juice
nausea enduced, ginsing boost
scent you pigeons home to roost
i gotta couple a screws loose
offers u can't refuse, all for the dollar
pit bull sippin' odwalla
like a rotteweiler with no collar
sharks to minnows
bitches like u is all bark and sit in they kennels
no cycle of violence, only cycle they know is menstrual
bro my msn icon is the unbreakables cd cover and it wasnt a diss just a comparison 2 the brothers. juicy j did a track slob on my knob like corn on the cob and project pat is known 2 write entire verses that end with the same sound. dont hate on them they got some good shit some real real recordsQuote:
Originally Posted by Battle 1
ghost is a real mc true, the best outta the wu and certainly the most adaptable. "i give respect 2 real mcs like krs 1 kool g rap buck shot busta and anyone from the east coast" -redman
i wouldnt call him GOAT but hes definitely among the top and definitely one of the top 5 most underrated mcs of all time
real mcs recognize real mcs tho so u big uppin ghost means somethin
raekwon+ghost are the illest tagteam other than cage+cumo tao
cage+tame 1,yall know cage??
no but i know that he sucks
cage is one of the dopest mcz you'd ever hear son,so don't be frontin if ya never heard of em before.
Murderous attacker, used to be a Packer line backer
Lacked a sexual life despite the riches, he masturbated wit pictures
The after math of the fact he was abused as child
Used steroids while in highschool, side effects turned him wild
Relentless competitor on the field, special teams ace
He spent his better time in the gym, Thirty four inch waist
Suspened with no pay for violating the substace abuse policy
A life tragedy in his mind ,this was the climax of his new hobby
Next day a 17 teen year old boy was hanging dead from a tree
Surrounded by flees and diseases pleased the heart of the depleted
Mentally, turned serial killer, local veteran cops say he was lonely
Physically his strenght over powered 14 victims, and that was only
The ones that were found, at nights you hear feint sounds around his house
Died in a jail cell by suicide, with a broken floresent light fixture shoved in his mouth
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Word. No doubt that's all some real shit that you was saying no doubt. Word, you earned my respect cause you definelty know what your saying or talking about. At first I thought you was just another cat trying to diss someone you don't even know for fun. Being foolish or whatever. Drunk, high, or whatever just doing stupid shit like some cats like to do. But no you for real with it and got love for true hip-hop. Your knowledge and wisdom about the hip-hop or rap game speaks for itself.Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
And I also want to say maybe I went a little overboard by saying all the wack cats being unsigned on here writing wack shit that makes no sense. Cause some or a maybe a few got potential, I aint gonna lie. I was just a bit upset at the time so maybe went a little overboard with that.
Plus I never even knew that juicy j did a track slob on my knob like corn on the cob, and project pat is known 2 write entire verses that end with the same sound. Like I said you definetly earned my respect for the knowledge or info. You know what your talking about when it comes to hip-hop or rap. Ghost may not be the G.O.A.T., but his dopeness on the mic can't be denied neither as you said he's maybe underrated. Never the less, personally Ghost is one of my favorite mc's of all time still.
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he covered his footprints beneath blankets of snow
walking backwards so his true direction wouldn't show
away from the destination, away from the devastation
could see his breath, moisture hung in his respiration
to keep warm, he pulled himself deep inside of his coat
and put his grip firmly around his conscious' throat
telling it to shut up and not to argue with what he was about to do
screamin at himself till his face turned blue
but his resolve was set, determined to do something he would not regret
something the world would not forget, any time soon
so with a look of disgust on his face, he kicked down the door and entered the room
no longer recognizing the place, it'd been too long
a couple of years, in the blink of an eye were gone
no one was inside, he wondered if they knew he was coming
and expected them to jump out at any moment gunning
he turned to walk up the stairs, and heard a scream as he was standing there
they had her was all that flashed through his mind, he was scared
thinking he had walked right into their traps design
he took three stairs at a time as he flew up,
doubting himself with each step thinking how he could screw up
his aim might not be precise, he might miss and hit his own wife
they might already be laying in wait, itchy trigger fingers scratched at his fate
he might not be able to handle the pressure, and end up in a psychotic state
there might be too many of them for him to take, survive the first wave and still he wouldn't be able to escape
but as he reached the top, he forced himself to set it all straight
whatever happens happens, it's at his fingertips to create
his wife was duct taped to a chair, with a gag in her mouth
behind him stood a man, two of his guns out
one at her head, and one toted wherever he pleased
he spoke slowly, "i'll shoot her if u so much as even sneeze"
imagine the stand off like high noon, tumbleweeds woulda blown by in the breeze
but this wasn't a western, it was up in an attic
with no neighbors below to complain about the racket
neither of them thought, reading their minds... all static
the sight of his wife beaten and battered was too much, he couldn't have it
even if she was a cold hearted bitch who turned him into an addict
if anyone was to ike her it'd be him
so he'd be damned if this bastard would do it again
pulling at the trigger, but ain't shit happen
the villain looked at him maliciously, then started laughin'
"take it off of safety you fool, before u get to blastin'"
then he shot him in the gut, and asked him
if he'd like to be put out of his misery, asked his wife if he should stab him
he kicked the bitch to the floor, and executed them both
howling with laughter, he sounded like a wolf
as he knelt down and checked this man's pulse
making sure he was dead, rummaging through his pockets
he came across a chain that held two golden heart lockets
opening them both to see a picture of the man with his daughter
the other one was inscribed with a note from the girl to her father
"take care of mommy, after i'm gone, with this cancer in my breast, i'm sure it won't be long, but when i die, daddy please be strong, cuz mommy will turn to the pipe for a reason to go on"
nice lil diddy there,quite the story
like that one
stay up
peace
eversick666
Damn yo, they said they was goin get em but i ain't believe it
Thought they was just some low ranked, thieves scheme'in
Fuckin 2 shots to gut, from close range
Left my mind deranged, over a drug dose exchange
Faggot ass niggas, yo somebody tells his moms
I know his sister's friend, i took her to the prom
Matter fact fuck it, we'll tell his two brothers
Get the 10 nines, and buck these mu-fuckers
They crew is bitch, full of snitches with stiches scars
Faggots fake cuz i seen't them flippin in the richest cars
THem niggas share two guns, between like eight hands
Thats how i know if we come strong they can't withstand
Problay try to fight us wit mutherfuckin paint cans
Yo on the real pull yo pants up cuz i heard they rape mans
Next night, focused like before a playoff football game
Peep them in the ford focus, let twenty bullets rain
Quick but causual, rolled out like witnesses to the tragedies
Trashed the guns in the winton dump*, everlasting battle G
Winton dump* Major Cincinnati trash dump
Aye yo,
The darts official, hits you listed in critial condition
I come to battles shittin' on mc's drunk, then i enlist my fam to my army, firearms spittin'
Splittin' blood c.r.e.a.m, earned from serving hope-less fiends
And more doe doing these shows my flows rapidly fire like m-16's
In between the hip-hop life, i sit on the porch and write anthems
And competitons slain with slang more posinous than the most posinous snake bite
I skate right over samples, and loops got women moving in my bed like their practicing with a hoola-hoop
I sip booze and bruise mentals, off the head or what i wrote with my number 2 pencil
Check my thread- this is a 15 minute spit:
She was 5'6 105 pounds, small wita round face
Loved dance music, liked the sound of bass
Rolled wit the pops at school, new half the girls in the city
Stole her phone when i was thirsty for pussy, her pearls was grity
Expensive high class, ti-bo tight ass, could bitchy at times
Banged* plenty of bitches and left stitches, around the eyes
Had beef wit plenty of girls and niggas to, so i ain't surpried
That she came to school limpin at the thighs, and recently died
Kilt, no i didn't contradict, ever heard of a high class gangsta bitch?
I just call them getto goldiggers, made drug bosses change an switch
Phone numbers, adresses, she proly fought 15 girls through adolesence
Guess she never learned her lessons,
I never fronted to her, cuz in big purse she caried a wesson
Switch blade knife, but i heard she had a gat, i'm appearing circastic
At her funeral, her whole family did her wrong, left no flowers on her casket
*banged don't mean fuck where i'm from, it means fought