spelt canadian wrong u fuckin fool, get ya facts strait...Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale
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spelt canadian wrong u fuckin fool, get ya facts strait...Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale
hahahahahah i dont know whats more sad, that he spelled a word he keeps usin to try to diss me wrong or him editting his post to correct the spelling :lmao: what a faggot
i think your the sadest thing period on this board :fucku:
Metabollic mind transfusions Pollution on airwaves causes deceptions and illusions infusions of slang included true rap is diluteted from commercial rap music use it...like a key makes hip pop seem elementary, to gangstas skill is there enemy...skill is downsised immensley, while the soul yerns and burns for the real intensely, Take what you know from the 5% scriptures, real rap prophesiced like hyrogliphic pictures, mixtures of poundin bass can be lethal fixtures, distortin whats importin just emphasizing on beats poundin soundin rainin out noddin your heads in the streets stress deppressin' invest yaself forever cresent bioluminecent, when u take the stage and rock the mic like its ya possesion
Vietnow with some anger manage the rage against the mental machine, minds watering smoke got in your third eye with foggy notion like a smoke screen. Umpteen jazzy style with more will power than a coletrane, similar to white water scandals vote to O3EY in my verbal static campaign. Through the brain both sides like a del , reversed the words of evil and you'll live in heaven instead of hell.
more sad than eatin ice cream alone on your birthday
naw im more bad than charles manson on his worst day
put you in a hearse gay, unrehearsed spray of verbal slugs
dermal plugs, put your whole fam in a thermal mug
get herbal love, Nermal thugs get Jon Doe'd
Your Garfield raps only fat not phat you stuck on slow
you simply ass, my Glock steez Oxy's your pimply ass
you simply ass, get wiped off the face of this earth
placed in a hearse, put a stake in this jerk
scared of the sun, youll find shade in the turf
nah youd be a disgrace to the earth i bury your ass in
the worms in the earth got more hair than this cats chin
slap him, fix his ugly face, no need for surgery
murder me, nah youd get merked by a girl you flea
verbally pummel this queer, fuck his dyke rhymes
hell never learn bout the "Birds and Bees" in his lifetime
stuck on the hundre dollar question wit no lifelines
Ask the Audience, yous fat in ya mommas crib
cant Phone a Friend cuz you aint got none
Get ya 50/50'd by 00 buckshot from the shotgun
nah you aint worth a shell, slap you purple, swell
still on my dick, i see you know ya purpose well
KEEP SUCKIN WIT YOUR DICK SUCKIN RHYMES BITCH
aint nothin, suckin my dick tryna taste somethin
thats the only Flava in ya mouth, you straight frontin
"OWNED!"
yo ima say whats meant to be said, FUCK YOU, to this rappin canadian in-breadQuote:
Originally Posted by Skale
fuck your flavor, you'll get fed, i'm your savior, how dare you take my name in vien
taste the deadly revenge of this serenge, worse then heroine, needles aint filled with medicine
fuck the audience, they only matter to your ego which is a natural laughter disaster of adulences
you aint Intellekt but u look like Brain Power, in that pic holdin a raddle, like a pimp, you'll get slapped
with baby powder, FUCKIN FAG, i'll say it louder, if you were here, but u aint, cause USA is to good for queer's
hahahaha :fucku: i was laughin my ass OFF writin this, :fucku:
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you aint real not worth a battle, ignorant bitch
why did u even bother to write that weak ass shit, stop coming in here with your weak ass shit, youre wacking up the thread with your weak ass garbage
apparently im not worth a battle but youre trying to battle me... keyword trying... son get them weak ass raps the fuck outta here. youre horrible and you somehow think youre good enough a rapper to drop an album so whos fake? your own dick must go inward cuz youre riding it like a faggot
me? chea u got such negative feelings torse me i had to at least write anything to suplex your stupid shit
im in a world of fuckin morons and they keep puttin more on..haha :fucku:
your shit is supposed to suplex my shit how? by being LEAGUES inferior in flow, lyrical content, rhyme schemes, wordplay, actual sensical use of vocabulary and everything else?
and thats not even counting your nerd ass voice and sorry ass rhythmless flow
how about FUCK YOU :fucku:
break backs like barracks when end campment rents men to dents like tours serve them as closed doors with handles to welcome the mat be rail thin to threads showing no signs they get fed by dropping rather falling come knocking thats our calling like name not fame make it on claim to deeds getting full of needs and stuffed like want polish like would and don't have to flaunt like compete to eat with a roof that don't leak that really hard to wear shoes on boulevard must be the stats that rack to attract like flies to honey using venus' trap break money two timed the dummy runnung daze of night giving haze of light in spin when begin this up at them they send like breaks to the stake brake to the late bell rung pass date upon due meeting point was cash now due deliever you like postively absolutely be there in first square any other start for dare plying risks and threats tallying up wisps with breath thats only when sent detail of duty some art form to the rudely crude so goes the brute not before giving caesar its due master got served and apprenticed harden nerves stood up to regiment of implement sound will of found pill
phat lyrics mix dat wid some beat u be a made man then hit me up for givin you the idea safe!!!
move a slug through a computer thug
i burn like disc's and crash like computer bugs
trigga happy but aint shootin slugs
poppin clips, nah, you on the net poppin shit
quit talkin bitch, just lay it down
youd taste the ground if you ever came around
poppin that shit, im poppin that bottle
on the side of ya ear whats poppin now bitch
Mp3's get tested like drug chemical cheese for the mice of men, never again spit'n loopy egg's from the intoxicated hen, pen glides from mc's plea'n, in european, when I'm pee'n. peel'n off fake mc's like flea's. Wease and huff and puff the smoke off a reefer plant, when I can't, smash the ant,lyricaly verbal with eye sight, short in height but when you lay down with the bitch it's tight, squeeze with ease through the smoke that gets in your eyes, closed return'n later, or soon when I fume the fart that I take part, inside or out but never back in the same way it came and lefft and right to get angry, nice guys finish last but first when I burst with thirst like a marathon runner, road off like a 5 deadily venomous toad.
"Using both sides of the brain on this one" :b
both sides of the brain, get fly wit my name
ill let fly like my name, shrapnel fly you get maimed
leave you wit a bigger hole than ya dame
O|3ey the law of the cypher as we move on
my dick never short but some booty too long
but im too strong to give up, rip that shit up
spit that jizz up on my floor? ay lick that shit up
yo i must confess my ignorance im 10%
profess indifference, thats my temperament
never meant to diss some, they felt guilty
i dont start friction, i smoke trees and get wilty
Yo' skale why you hate'n son? I ain't go no beef but if you want to start some shit you best hold it in your ass kid and take it some place else.
where was i hatin, i was jus cypherin man... felt guilty? :lmao: haha im messin wit u
this rap game is ~sink or swim~/
feels like im emergeing in the ~deep end~/
~memories ~ that weren't ~ment to be~/
my ~enemies~ attatched like a ~shadow~/
they all ~callin me~ to come and ~battle~/
~Luckily~ marijuana scatters the ~senses~/
~trust me~ drugs are not at all ~senseless~/
instead of watchin me ~rise~ you'd rather watch me ~sink~/
haters always in ~disquise~ so i try not to ~blink~/
to my friends that kept it ~true~ and were always ~honest~
just know i love ~you~ for releaseing me from this ~hostage~/
hard to make a ~impact~ when u barely ~scratched the surface~/
ya know im that ~sick cat~ wearing red and ~matched on purpose~/ <----get it? i hope
whenever you feel ~pain~ be sure to have ~hope~/
causin desserts to ~rain~ while im smokin my ~dope~/
see this shit took me one ~minute~/
hope u learned sumthing im ~finished~/
sumone else drop sum knowledge tonight?
sever seeds like weeds get shafted by degrees of degrade where the grads is toward the shade the dark into the night send flight reverse the bat to scurrying rat washed on wharfs no hope to settle on porch or in barrel called stilo still herald the future like options commodifying the pricing tagging feet to shoes running in and out of blues like was said the night be dark and the glimmer of daylight commence to spark like fire under heel not the headless chicken off their keel nor rover over dead role cover the basics learn new tricks old dogs not inclined they call the devil though weight of bag packs like a shovel with fineese of fiddle around like a diddle thats right beat then screw over head and until due whats coming stunning and blind then eight more left surviving playing cats to canines levels of class even when raining like sweat to bullet ants to grasshopper get use to it abuse the time lose youth of mind can't replenish dead brain cells diminish like cracked chafts left like trail the mice path thinking sum men when summon primal inhereitance like chaos again they lost to order dis better leave it to power bliss akin to powder from kiss roses over crabs think eden or sex but don't laugh get taken apart like pants from ass trying to play both paths
obtained scriptures through secret contacts/
i've learned lies, cheats, and sum facts/
now i plot to dismantle the green machine/
and cut politcians into 15 cuisines at sixteen/
i hold machetes to the throats that fed me/
this obscene routine never before seen/
pictureing those stupid fuck capatalists/
debateing about dumb shit with clenched fists/
no need for a defense if ur always on the offense/
shits bout to get intense living off hopes and 2 cents/
Mc's be ignorant with arrogance/
stop the damn drama and suspense/
my crew be savagely killing savages/
enemys turned to nothing but dark tunnel passages/
around the world my mic is on missions/
depriveing political partys of there current positions/
forceing people out of there homes and regions/
my mic hypnotize the world to follow my reason/
i'm that cool cat who's got smooth operators/
your the fool that runs with police and player hateres/
my mind is constantly trying to expand/
mc's plans is to give me all these commands/
I be the one not scared to spit on poisoned land/
i'll spit from east to west cuz united i stand/
nah..I was fucked up when I wrote that last verse. I read yours wrong. I thought you was call'n out. whatever...Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale
the flow is linguistic like som like natural mistic
wu-tang style is depictive
simplistic but insitive yet distinctive
all that and more like a bag of buiscuits
if u sleep u missed it the verse is parrallel
in online is heaven in the other is hell
ding ring the bell like hells here comes the king
wu-tang flo i knock bodies out the ring
battle cry, punch ya in the eye bitch u cry
get cover in red like if it was dye
i conquer as i devide like a fist opened
ya beatin me is just hopin
on nuts peaps chokin get off dicks riders
spit tru verse neve a bitter
a quoter give respect wen it is due
scratch mixes scrable word like dj clue
out the blue i come with flows yet unknown
i'm the man ya'll bunch of clones
leave ya'll on bone erected when i mic check it
throwin hot fya like i f i was josh becket
now deck it all hit the flor before i spark
cause i'm up in the temple bustin deadly darts
Why you hate'n minds wait'n for the false punchline, turpentine sour in the lyrical hour of our hip hop praises the W more stylish than calvin kline. Apline winter warz battle as I squeeze your style with some lemonade, Fuck the bling when I sting you from 360 degrees of knowledge that's sprayed. Mc's laid out but afterwards I'll just dust your words off, used your rhymes as my winshield disappear in a cop-r-field with metal bullets that hit soft.
:spin:I dont know I just flow connect thought then let go world reknown my sound pound and smash ground you've been found and clowned the time is now to frown you can't handle me I be hot potato so pass if not thats that ass left bloody in the grass you stankin you shoulda been thankin I'm krankin the thought from the bank then blast on who was flankin niggas walkin round with plugs all in they boddies cause a bita gotta hobbie they whole stlyle is copy cant match my original skill flyin from temple I really crunch the simple they pop just like a pimple on they left cheak please dont speak It sound weak I release for weeks and destroy geaks that sport pro wing sneaks up on ya like a cold I'm cold sorta like antartica sparke it and I'm meltin ya swiftly so please don't tempt me spit these fireball Laugi lyrics that sound freaky rip frequintly........ man I'm through yall be safe PEACE AND BLESSINGS "G"!!!!!! :king:
P.S. This is a real freestyle you suckas!!!!!!!!!!
gone for wrong are left the hand id of death the vader stretch to hang and choke like extending the vocals on coach to drive the focals live wired to direct the stage the show the high up where skys ertupt from holes caused by worms in black wherre matter be abstract to matter what's said becomes blabber to non sense sickles be icy slice vehicles to move the life to pout from lost bout when tension surface strife meets knife of friction the twisted itching to scratch get match get hot get gased think not for fool proof to go poof for head of stead like steed be bleed cried sweated maybe lied maybe tongue in knots unraveling mind plots of inside the out ride loop that scoop or plop the cream slop either or neither abhor the skim to skin like the being held back retension of sling shots that bust rocks to glass the window trash to crash hear tinkle the sand twinkles in eye like tear a tear the gash what a two timing world spitting pearls with perils casting suicide graves that genocidist crave
was formerly nut_end
the mic check is the only one that keeps me going
as the sound of wu trumpets keep blowing
as i start showin the world that a menace is still live
the flow is quick rich and fo eva strives
i rupture devides as mc's i minimize
an the wu-tactics u now reallize
watch as i devise a master plan man
the karate masta also known as first dan
u think u can but is futile
u shit is wack devise a new style
meanwile from the slum of shaolin
rises a Rock wit a big grin
lights get dim destruction is wat i bring
sound the bell its over ding ding
Long Time No See... > Left My Rhyme Book At Home... > Its Ok Dont Cry.. Freestyle As An 8th.... > 4 50 I Will Buy .... In Cali Mase Remembers ... Mobb Deep Finds .. ..>> Me The Unsigned ...> Like The Muscle Sores... Evolving With Time... > Life Is Quite Right .. Who Could Forget That Fateful Night.. > The Girl They Rode Possibly All Night.. > So Funny Yet It Hurts... > Not A Pussy.. Miss Her Whistle .. Before .. She Was Mine ..> Caught Up.. . In Line.. Tearful Shine In Eye.... Clear Mind.. Reminds.. 4 Every Thing There Is A Price.. > Can We All Breathe.... In Hand The Light.. > Reggaeton Melody.. Middle Eastern Like > Lost.. . Far From Home... > Will Arrive Late At Night... > Astound The Intro With Smoke.. > Loud.. The Sunny Miracle.. Wind
Pittsburgh Steelers Will Defeat The Seattle Seahawks.. In Super Bowl..<<<< Slick Rick ... Made Ghostface... And Many Stories Were Told .... Now... Johnny Tical .. In Wu Tang Corp Is Mouser Words ....a Master Of Verbs.... After Work... The Herb Burns... Sight Is Low
Lets get it poppin like oldschool pop locking
all men in fear cuz they know the end is near
loco vocal's blew up the hemisphere
you just a lil girl thats been a queer...
a confrence...
of thugs & they accomplice..
quick ta leave ya unconscious
a congress, accounts less
then accountant's
gettin they job accomplished....
abandon my post
leave ya stranded and ghost,
challenge the west side,
make the vest slide
off ya chest, wit da tech nine...
ya'll know my text
and yet sum chose ta flex
actin hard like they pose a threat
leave ya hacked N sccared wit a broken neck...
coded red....explode da corroded dead
chokehold da comode wit bread
coated headd..control'd da congo
with counsil's of consoles.. count souls....
steppin ta me be ya death sentence
left leg, limp and knee, and the rest dented...
run wit dudes that sell weed & drugs
i've defeated thugs wit heated slugs
that bout ta come meet ya mug
neva was the type that needed the hugs
clever on da mic like thieves from above
then -cum deep in ya lungs-
mission completed and done.....
compared ta me ya... soundin foolish
im hot like i just shot up the town wit... two clips
run scared or i'll leave ya.. clowns in ruins
amongst da cloud n fumes...
Barz volatile into lungz- hoez swollow little cum- brittle stung from tha cripple one..
miserable criminal spittin once-! risidual residue left uneditable- AC credible..
cash revenue earned..step n get burnt- left in tha dirt "hurt" word! served like burgaz..!
Chron n AC murda- back to service.. smacc tha worthless wit micz..verb symphony..
itz bout to get hot so adapt to furnace! son I smash tha curbz with perfect delivery..!!
earned medal I burn devilz on church levelz n turn rebel!! fucc da copz.. I burst treble..!
all tha way down puglsey nea tha 1st ghetto.. thrust pedal-! to 100- soon runnin..(gunnin)
reverse.. n fed u regergitated verb menuz.. watch u hurl.. u hurt? I end u-! send 2 to ya mental!..
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uppin (so i can see who posted last)
i lyricaly kill the punk before the tool-starts/
an eazy taget so he gets a back full-of-darts/
u get a slower-start than fat ppl in go-carts/
hear is mum cummin cos the ho-barks/
sorry son RIP u goin to die-a-bad-writer/
u rymes wuldnt stand out if u write wit a high-lighter/
stop causin-a-scene i put caution-to-ya-splene/
if u had a metal ryme book it wuldnt shine ina washin-machene/
im cross-and-meen at u punk mc's gettin steppin-on/
cos ya skillz cum shota than a legless lep-re-con/
im repppin on the uk on ma back like a rucksack/
u terrible so u vocablary isnt even good enough for wack/
so ill battle u again in heaven wen i die-ill-see-ya/
after this boy u being drippin like di-o-ree-ha/ (wrong spelin)
if this a leuge nigga believe you-last/
u gettin ripped faster than the fat bitch whos sat down to-fast/
nigga retire, cos u the oppisite of the word admire/
i culd giv u gasalene and a lighter u still wouldnt be on fire/
and if u ever do make a record who goin to be consumin/
this muthafucka is fuckin lucky i dont hit women/
so son check out ma lyrical spiritual and crititcal new-powers/
i culd write these punks albums in at least two-hours/
i am the wolve the crook the thug of rap
yall punks will need mo than a bush-attack to push-me-back/
my merical-raps put u on the medical-racks/(hospital bed)
i lyricaly run ya pockets jus like federal-tax/
i lyricaly kill the punk before the tool-starts/
an eazy taget so he gets a back full-of-darts/
u get a slower-start than fat ppl in go-carts/
hear is mum cummin cos the ho-barks/
sorry son RIP u goin to die-a-bad-writer/
u rymes wuldnt stand out if u write wit a high-lighter/
stop causin-a-scene i put caution-to-ya-splene/
if u had a metal ryme book it wuldnt shine ina washin-machene/
im cross-and-meen at u punk mc's gettin steppin-on/
cos ya skillz cum shota than a legless lep-re-con/
im repppin on the uk on ma back like a rucksack/
u terrible so u vocablary isnt even good enough for wack/
so ill battle u again in heaven wen i die-ill-see-ya/
after this boy u being drippin like di-o-ree-ha/ (wrong spelin)
if this a leuge nigga believe you-last/
u gettin ripped faster than the fat bitch whos sat down to-fast/
nigga retire, cos u the oppisite of the word admire/
i culd giv u gasalene and a lighter u still wouldnt be on fire/
and if u ever do make a record who goin to be consumin/
this muthafucka is fuckin lucky i dont hit women/
so son check out ma lyrical spiritual and crititcal new-powers/
i culd write these punks albums in at least two-hours/
i am the wolve the crook the thug of rap
yall punks will need mo than a bush-attack to push-me-back/
my merical-raps put u on the medical-racks/(hospital bed)
i lyricaly run ya pockets jus like federal-tax/
run hop don't skip what i got while leap like frogs and f them like dogs getting the barrel to clothes our hogs thats cash getting bundles of kinetic mash to up the smash that brash rash being never last come first any less god never made dirt unless a castle throwing dollars for no hastle when come battle i throw the saddle like a horn fit my shoe and you lea4rn its big to fill no holes unless steeping on soles to hold the gravity of froze no slip the track what i permit to desist the sit still like kill over againg and once more thrird no bore encore bravo the show i know did done any come stand one above liker love never down for what just ice and hot chastise the cold eyes and wrathful heart burning gold like pistols fire starts the race in lanes like mate its life a knife cut strife not rope hang tight on yoke that load that goal any similarities oracle foretold walk dash blaze and graze this stuff frees slaves
I put ya words in the water, drown out'cha sound
Take a notebook from your room, bury it in the ground
D-E-F, got that style so profound, kid
With them Mother Love raps, I'm well-round-ed
Put'cha Soundscans up against my words, playa
You couldn't bust a gun with twenty clips and two triggers
Bounce across subjects like Tigga for that A.D.D. suspect
Who gave me the attention span of a dusthead, must get dusted
I remain rusted, cuz y'all wet me a while ago
Waterproof like Ras Kass when I'm rhymin' though
Put ya behind the row, like Suge Knight
If we brought nukes to the cipher, you would try to fistfight
My boy Bergs at the college now, and I wanna spit with Mar
Put a person between you and I, Def's a man apart
I refuse to put away creativity for trendy cars
I'll have cats pledge to me like I'm NPR
Eighteen-bar freestyles, I go two bars past normal
Put you in a tux with my rhymes, so you'll remember to dress formal...
ayo i see u still got it X :D
freestyle eh...
ayo despite my languages, i'll foreva be white n dangerous
constant nightz assailant'z shipped, ta my wife'z baby'z crib
tryin ta act sheist n set flames ta wigz, thats when...
not once but twice my anguish cleansed....
and let's just say..
he would neva see light again like amish kidz..
my stainless hits, like a combined spell from a blue saintness bitch
confused your feelingz for the exotic..conclude da bleeding like i was demonic
better yet a freshly brewed tonic, from my death dealerz aproved concotions
ight that was sum bull shittin ya feel me..
but check it
in my head i got loose screws, ya image i end, n make crews lose
lookin for cherry'z n berry'z like this is bluez clues, ya hata's are foolz who..
knew too few, ta make they own moves they wanted it in they hand with ease like the beanstalk that grew...
aww kinda fallin at the last part...
ayo
fuck me n i leave ya wit a bruised lip, i'll make sure those cement shoe'z fit
then you'll get white wings like cupid, your just a stupid wannabe ruthless,
usin exscuses when people ask ya.. "who made ya toothless,"
you say sum shit that i aint neva made a contribution,
i've made two chick'z sing like ascoustic's, turned i
when my new shit, shootz vexxed, 100 proof text, that'll get ya in he middle
of da sea like cruise ships
due play play dough ply doors and pine moors to soar in a cord to feather string pearls for the better life chief sit in the bull charging the beast the rodeo up set the seat now pants feel the feat of ran and page the dreamer up stage the show the know ledge of pro and long the short a sad song to sing lully bye sang to bring sirens a fool's king on ships of dreams from tower now cower the coward the cow ward still lost trap within the feast of consumption the gumption forest and woods the trees burn good exceopt the fire startt one flare brighter to fly encase the moths aroused to die the death given over to no jest its means not end tripping on no seams no hems let loose on the cream scheme mattress sleep well you guess where fill head with clouds nine times seven dimes five cents and three mints to coin one sow end from begin the count like mount the bronco clown the honcho play the piano and key the stereo for visuals demented in the mention of shadows to light playing treats akin trickery to the imagery
map trains like teeror rains from brains the run off sustains the main of frame built to the fame of maim from kill the skill to out drill the tip the point of inflict that bite slice mince otherwise incite to rage the craze left the mark off the gauge to measure the better of meant what incense to spark to hark leave no witness to the cartograph business of routes and chutes have monkeys in boots playing beaten path for loose like chains making spine be the range to uncoil bend backs like foil crumple they stumble the rest go rumble like wonder lost out from thunder to light charted the bang big on first night of travels like the god his self is leading with the candle to follow in line non saints more divine without the stigma of original sinner fly like planes blanketed pigs that depend on rigs of big trucks anyway the treasure still untouched