Freestyle Rapping

[UnConscious]

lyrically im spittin battery acid
im the crocodile from lake placid
bitin off heads n collectin assets
lyrical race? then im spittin the fastest
n im jus spittin for masses
of hip-hop heads
cuz they love this shit n wont settle for dead
wont settle for saids, wont settle for says
wont settle for anythin less than lyrical array
lyrical fade away
3-2-1
buzzer beater puts teams out like ashtrays
talk shit n see ur last day
im pickin n knockin competition down like champ bailey on a pass play
im the hunter, got u in my scope, im bout to blast prey
infinite bullets in the clip cuz my mind outlasts sprays

[sketch3]

mmy werds are so unique,
that when i speak,
i leave souls lost in the ocean deep,
were creaters dwell depths no man will ever reach,
cant out swim defeat,
it strikes the weak,
in darkness from beneath,
like 5 rows of teeth,
in the jaws of freakish beast,
mcs aint safe in the water,
cuss i was born for beef,
my gene pools murky like black lagoon an death creek

[UnConscious]

someone needs to tell the youth the truth,
that cracks the reason daddys tooth is loose,
and why ghetto babies choose an abusive route,
got mad potential but loose pursuit,
of there goals, now they only roll,
in crews and shoot,
eachother over some drug users loot,
we need to speak up no one lisstens to the veiws of mutes,
__________________

nows the time for soldiers of truth so i lace up my boots
put on the skully, hoody, n load up the fruit
banana clippin, dont get twisted like 3 loops
ill noose ya neck quick wen flex wit my troops
i flex like some gooks
kamikazi holdin nukes
skywalker ull get luked, never hollerin soowooop
ull drown in ur own puke cuz im a blue devil, call me duke
crippin, grippin the clip n spittin that alphabet soup

[sketch3]

i reckonize those dope lyri...hey wait a second

[UnConscious]

yea u wrote it,
above the line, i didnt qoute it
just copy n paste the lines n then i smoked it
ur rhymes are like mine except they broken
not even jokin
so i finnish my next line like ya broad legs, i leave it...

[La Coka Nostra]

OPEN!



...i'm your hype man.

[Slushi]

http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/1201/rosiexp7.jpg
Imma show you who da best by da hour
Im like rosie at a bisexual bridal shower.

[UnConscious]

rosie? nah ur more like elton john at gay pride parades
ur the mascott for gays, the host of mass-QUEER-ades.

[RezOner..]

Yeah, I messed up, but i'mma stay on top...

Yeah



uh huh

[UnConscious]

i dont edit my rhymes cuz i dont got the time
i notice ur 2 lines were last edited at 1:29
that means at 1:25 u were designing 2 lines
but 2 lines took to long for your mind to design
i rhyme for the fun of the sport
the fact is, im ballin on you hoes, get the fuck off my court
get the fuck out my fort
u aint shit but a dork
keep poppin off at the mouth n get stabbed in the throat with a fork.
eat u like pork
my rhymes are endless, timless, ill leave u spineless
crack ya back wit my flow, my rhymes are just the finest
keep hatin on me, im positively dope, u just minus
call me ur highness, cuz im the king on this rap thing
dont even take my time with rhymes jus spit wat im thinking
spit n im sinking, any competitors ship
i could gives a fuck if i cant spell, ill swell both pairs of lips
ill beat up ur bitches clit wit my dick
then stick it in her mouth n let the cum drip
drip drip down her throat i watch her choke
gag on my soon seeds to be...
finish it nostra, ur first name i see...

[La Coka Nostra]

i spit ridiculous. my clique is sick like siphillis.
who's that dude with a brew and a blunt? it's infamous.
as the night goes on, it slowly diminishes
and i climb into a state of significant liftedness
i'll be spittin some simple shit, ignorance, belligerant
ill militant, killin by the time the bottle finishes
pillaging villages, smacking all your children illiterate
stick to the syllabus, right now i'm in the building and killin it
my hardcore text style belongs on x-files
it's out there, i'm in here with a knife, making necks smile :]
i spit acid, like mortal kombat, reptile
fatality. you faggots are kanye west style

[UnConscious]

me sketch n infamous is hot like a thermastat
wit raps we serve cats, make em nervous like they heard a gat
ratta-tat-tat u lack while we just nerdin facts
we spittin the real deal truth, booths just get murder rapped
worded gats, our tongues are fully loaded guns with the burdens strapped
ready to peal caps like bananas wen we curvin raps
we curve words so call us the most wanted, man we verbin cats
all yall buster emcess spittin jergen raps
soft like lotion, we hard like concrete, u bitin cuz we curbin cats.

say wat?

[UnConscious]

u emcees look lost like dorothy or todo
u homos
my rhymes will shake ya spines like polaroid photos

[sketch3]

yo were curbin cats,
you weak bitches got the game stuck on perma-wack,
got the strongest lyrics u ever herd on tracks,
you could never burn my raps,
fold my rhyme book in a paper plane an aim at the sun,
and it will return with the words intact,
leavein *****s deseaced like berni mack,

[UnConscious]

tripple threat assassins, smashin n throat graspin
chokin out emcees, flashin our dope fashion
self gratification wit our own satisfaction
feedin u rhyme rations n servin out lashins

[La Coka Nostra]

you can't stop us, that shit would never happen
cause when it comes to rappin, we wipe you up, like a napkin
infact, we get to clappin if we catch you cats nappin
we ain't a crew, we a gang, jumpin you new jacks in
you cats aint tool packin, you dudes are through rappin
you're washed up, like michael, i'll call you the new jackson

[sketch3]

ghettos most dirty faction,
devide an concur, so we gotta split 1 guy into 30 fractions,
better be aleart for action,
say my name on the street an ull get merked fo askin,

[G-Fat]

i say dirty words
i eat chinese food
than i poop out
GIANT TURDS
rhymes so rank
you couldn't help but whip it out
and give it a spank

[UnConscious]

murkin suckas for askin, our faces we aint maskin
if u dudes talkin heavy then ur chest better be flaskin
we spit that fire, inspire iron kastin
meanin our bullets burn into the backs of the dashin

[UnConscious]

seat belts get fastened, heat felt from lava splashin
we ride on fire waves, brave hearted we steady slashin
throats of emcees n bodies we be stashin
can go to war with soldiers, we strong - army of patton

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

exuse me?
arent you that same kid i seen the other day?
playin in the street with a loaded pistol accidentaly pointed at his feet?
tappdancin to the beat of your own gun clappin?
over all that noise you obviously couldnt hear me at the time but i was like,
why dont you lay down your cap for collection
maybe i'll throw some of my hard earned cash in
cause you were several times better at that than you are at rappin
..but check it
why dontcha holler back when
ya learn howta tame n aim that
cause i'll be waitin right here with this hat that i made ya
yea got your name writtin allover it
bullseye embroidered on the forehead

"teach the youth the truth" while you straight mimick the ways of the enemy, dude, your name "unconcious"? it suits

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

im only 19 but my mind is older when the things get for real my warm heart turns GOLDen other n word deceased anther tear meets my cheek
on my knees prayin for prodigys
..yeah kinda like that of mobb deep in hopes that next time he'd actually listen when his ever so slightly elevated mind speaks
ta face up ta the fact the way hes livin is weak wack boohoo sounds like you need to be uprooted
from many memories of a hurtful youthhood had one too kid but dwellin on its plain stupid
and i understand ya got sickle cell highly quotably complained "unexplainable pain" but wait ...is that your only excuse to currupt youths n kill yourself for the fame of your fake name?
you know what i say you cant deflect, just a poor victim of peer pressure son you shoulda been a architect, because your blood money cant by a truth proof vest
kid get yer quantam physics straight fuck eaten off a platinum plate all this existence is inseperable n half us aint got a place ta lay slash stay
thats right recently scientifically proven wes all just one unit
...i know its ok, itll hit ya come your wake which prolly aint to far away but regardless, for you till then i'll still pray
..n if ya still think yer cool i suggest you study astrology
cause yer personalitys pretty much a pure product of the possitioning of the planets as ya parted the whomb B
...which reminds me
ehyo it was one fine moonday
i mean monday loonday lundi
i was at the library
just sippin flouride
water straight
outof a bottle with an expiry date
ya printed in fine right there on the side
when i no longer wondered why
my closest friends are crack heads
we got prophets on cardboard box beds
poppin like nearly 15 extacy's just ta sleep half comfortably
man, resumes offend me
peep the stocks its like 90 in 10 ta 10 in 90
percents
probably why i be
feelin like a fool i wish i dropped outa high school
stereotypes of intelligence mis understood
n shits far from good
n if ya dont know locate your eyes n open em
cause i dont spit conspiracy theory
just turn on a t.v.
plus half of what ya sees owned by disney or G.E.
man fuck disney when i was a kiddie i was forced to visit a prison for steady shop liftin
when even back then at 7 besides the lack of women
n size comin from outside i couldnt notice much of a diference
between so in the past i puffed mass weed
up until i caught a mean case of the blazin blues
you open up your third eye it might happen to you
what? cause real men do yoga n meditate too
it used to be no quincedence
ta see me sip 2 seven percent 40's in like less than 40 minuts
dont believe i got plenty a witness
till i got taught by real winners go check what im talkin about its quantam physics
n speakin of which you know what else science has now shown?
the same shit the shamans budists yogis lamas n swamis was always sayin
everythings a vibration
so appreciate
taht inorder ta rhyme at this rate
i had to study
a diferent race
yea africas where human life started
on this planet, im a biter understand it
ehyo peace to atlantis

http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/7379/hhhhhhhhhhhhhhlf6.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

[UnConscious]

"teach the youth the truth" while you straight mimick the ways of the enemy, dude, your name "unconcious"? it suits

_________________


i guess u just skip wat i said
i didnt mimick shit, i said i copy n pasted, for fucks sake USE UR HEAD
u talk about quantum physics n physical vibrations
but i could gives a fuck about small talk on BIG MIGRATIONS
u studdied africa, yea thats cool
id rather use my time in school creating dope with a bic pen aka MY TOOL
so FOOL dont ever speak my name in one of your raps, or one of ur talks that happen to rhyme n shoot sparks.
man i could gives a fuck wat u do, jus leave the UNC outta ur soul food.
ur jus talkin prolly tryin to enlighten some heads but i had enough of ur talk id rather see u DEAD
LEAD can be fired from projectile devises straight towards ur face, ill eat ur brains wit chives n rice.
so get ur study up n get that brain sweet n juicy, cuz baby im home n this aint no I LOVE LUCY.
this is I LOVE UZIs, pistols n assault rifles. i have dreams of being posted up on the top of the eifle.
takin out heads for the sport. shove a grenade in my mouth and walk into court. blow up the whole fucking house. i got demented thoughts, i day dream of pistol fucking your spouse.
i hear u went to college, i hear u got some knowledge
i hear it didnt pay off thats why ur still spend the day long on ur knees buffin n huffin shoe pollish.
dont get this message twisted, im not startin shit im jus a little lifted.
ur the one who spoke my name, ur the one who popped the clutch n shifted
my train of though into a new direction
insted of typin out rhymes within a flow, i flow disections
im cuttin it up n slowin it down
im speedin it up n twistin it round
im spittin profound, i am the new glory
tell me why your stories are boring while mine leave ur mental gas pedal flooring.

[La Coka Nostra]

this aint no I LOVE LUCY.
this is I LOVE UZIs


too similar to celph titled for me.

[volta-2ysho]

look, all y'alls fucking toys
la coka nostra touches boys
unconscious makes me nauseous
jesus christ your rhymes straight asian like fried rice
i got fresh appeal, like a disaster
I got more internet beef than your neighbourhood pastor
I diss fake rappers on the internet like I'm killin them on the streets
It's my way of feeling real, like I'm stompin you with cleats
Puttin bitches in their seats, droppin beats with my feet

[La Coka Nostra]

hahahaha

[UnConscious]

volta quick on the attack, quick on the prowl
***** come see me in the streets, my bullets'll shift ya bowels
ill have u bitin the curb, for thinkin u foul
ill throw the yellow flag watch ur team toss in the towel
ur cornor dont support u, u all alone in this beef
i dont need nostra to rip u, so call me elite
ur nothin but a punk, quick wit ur teeth
ur mouth do alot a talkin but now ur mouth rest in peace
i will break ur face, ur glass jaw will shatter
its nothin to me, ill pull the glock n watch ur brains splatter
u gettin ate alive so ill call u my main platter
ill step up to the plate n grand slam, call me the game batter

***** u soft so step off i spit hot n u not, i spit hard facts while u stretch truth like tube sox.

[volta-2ysho]

look unconscious, your name tells all
your own gangster fantasies have foretold your downfall
How are you typing? you ain't conscious
you're laid back, fetal position, on your honches
I'd like to see nostra even consider supportin ya
he knows weak ass rappers, and he's just sortin ya
As a fake rhymer, a google search rap lyrics mimer
A bitch that cries over E-beef whiner
All you do is talk shit bout shooting my face
Bein a basket case, always with the cops in a chase
But I can tell by your use of the n word, you're soft
You say words like that and disguise them under a cough
cause you don't want the real hardass motherfuckers to find you
Put you in the grinder, and laugh as they grind you
Use your bones to make their bread, i heard that's what they said
I don't even gotta fuck with you cause you'll already be dead

[sketch3]

yo my enviroments harsh like rainforrests,
talk shit on the street an find ur brains on it,
after i obtain chronic,
i take mary jane bong hits,
my words can stop time and restrain comets,
rhymebook holy scriptures that contains sonets,
50 cents shit lil waynes vomit,

[UnConscious]

u got it twisted, they call me unconscious cuz i cant be put to sleep
i eat weak emcees like u, dont even speak
save it for the tweaks n base-heads to which u preach
u must think u on gods side thats why your mouth forever leaks
that bullshit talk, u say some other dudes gone grind me?
where are u durin this? behind em, while im buckin at em blindly
try me, homie im a lagune goon, a monstuh, im slimey
homie im a guttuh goblin, im dirty, im grimey
if u really bout ur words, ill cop some tickets n fly me
straight to ur front porch, fourty-four you like spike lee

[G-Fat]

yall suck dick
i shave mine with a shick
i burn you like a candle wick
oh shit thats it
and by the way last thursday
i punched your wife in the tit









G-FIZZLE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Slushi]

I'm da best mayn, I deed it.
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I'm like rosie at a bisexual bridal shower

[Small Time Crook]

no habla espanol, but no english when i lose control
aint about the colors no black and blue no black and gold
and i dont need to front talkin' about big ass guns
cuz where im from a dub deuce will do and get the job done
and i dont need to speak about some Big time pimpin'
cuz Small Time lynguistics is enough to get bitches limpin'
listen, and heed the lips that whispered a warnin'
cuz it wont be no suprise to me or mine when you're whole family's mournin
the tears are rollin' and the liquor is pourin
hittin the dirt you was placed in
the sad looks on faces is what gets me off, complacent
and to me, there's few who be standin' adjacent.

[La Coka Nostra]

i'm fuckin insane, i survive on nothin but brains
drunk and derranged, my stomach pains, hunger for days
stuck in my ways, i'd rather save then chuck em away
rough and decayed, strip the bones and dump the remains
shoved in a cage, living life strapped to machines
battle disease and raise up back to my feet
only rappin how im rappin cause im rappin for free
if i rapped about money, then i'd be stackin the g's
can't nobody rip the script quite as scary as this
you ain't sayin shit, you quiet like librarians, kid
i ain't the real slim shady, dont compare me to him
my steez is diseased, i'm sicker than malaria is
i take nightly trips through cemetaries and shit
bringing dead folks to life, and then rebury em quick
expirimental surgery performed on alien ships
i aint got no heart, that fuckin shit barely exists

[sketch3]

ill leave u in a state,
when use a dinner plate,
to smack u in the face,
ur man will say ''oh snap''
like the noize ur finger breaks,

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

fuck the youth someone needs to teach "unconcious" the truth
about how foolish pride makes you look in wise peoples eyes dude
why dontcha take your "bic tool" n stick it in your dick hole fool
its simple ta tell ya dont shoot, need ammo? i'll supply, n ima tat a target on my forehead so you dont even have to try
oh, too bad your talkin through a moniter, your entire life is a lie
--
forget a pen/pencil, this slit wrist spills well spelled written scriptures on cement
concrete prison got this gifted wishin his parents were stillborn
ya born dead
perspective of a kid
yes
yet still a vet cause universal and eternal be my quote "soul" or "spirit"

garbage globe

[UnConscious]

i spit that written funk so call me the commodore
monitors? fuck the net, u sheep speakin to the komondor
i protect ya best intrest, i insist on pissin in ya slit wrists
u emo bitch, u aint shit, ill pit viper ur whole click
ill spit that poison n bret micheals ur chick
ill rikki rocket ur neck outta socket, figure ur stick
figure im sick, im ill like mono infected kids
my spit contains viruses that black plauge ur wits
ur bit. ur nothing but a copy, a sloppy lyracist
im pure in this, dont act like ur def ur hearin this
im engineerin hits and there aint no interferin, bitch.

[TylerDurden]

1-800 nothin but hot lines

[BosoeHNT]

Huff n puff smoke, coughing, chokey smokey and the bandit,
Multiple personalities, one violent, the other, boring bland shit,
I can't kick it, i'm completely void of reality,
Drop a sheet of acid and trip face for 2 weeks.
For days i sit alone, drugged up scribbling,
Staring at the tv, mind blank, dribbling,
Depressed like the lead singer of The Cure, mind unsure.
Coke in my nose, Colombian cut pure,
So many blood vessels, my eyesight's jus red blur,
Fucked up for sure.
To be honest im a fucking shitty mc,
It's not my thing, doing the rapping is confusing to me,
More chance of me choking on blood and dying from TB,
Then ever spitting a verse for a price higher than free...
I think i'll stick to following in the path of Ted Bundy...

Bitches...

hahaha probably my first, and last, keystyle in this thread... go about your businesses...

[La Coka Nostra]

don't cell me, i don't sell weed.
i got alot, but you smoke L's, i smoke LB's.

^_^

[UnConscious]

i agree wit the b's, replace the L wit a K
cuz i be blowin kind budz til both of my lungs cave

[Jdip]

Jo no tango numero telifonico

ANyways Fuck that shit sucka dick die slow you all gota go no homo do cause you all blow...

[UnConscious]

wit pens i hit chins like ufc fighters
on mics i burn brighter than sodium nitrate igniters
i melt emcees, with words im like a dragon
i spit prolific flames on arrow tips at paddy wagons
im bakin u pigs, the bacon n baby back baked ribs
bakin u fake emcees, n takin ya kids
kidnapped lid clapped, man the stakes is so big
i want a $100,000 or im bakin n cakin ya kids
im a canibal, an animal, my raps crack ya mandible
shatter ya jaw wit my quick paws, they make my message understandable
i spit electric fields, im charged, ur quentin jammable
my flows consist of carosine ur flows are just not flammable.

[RetroLikeWhoa13]

an' im pullin' satanic tricks.
reppin' that sixSIXsix, straight
from h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
an' i'll never get my fix
of slayin' angels and shit
got you floatin' in the mother fuckin' river Styx.

i dont usually do this but uh i suppose tonight is an exception on account of im absolutely crazy tired.

[Thread-Locks]

I'm spittin fire like ketamine
never try and fight me cause i'll cut your fuckin spleen
it don't stop, the beat never drops
I'm not talking english, cause I speak hip hop
I'm ready if you're ready motherfucker, I bring darts
to throw at your ass, which release the farts
that blind motherfuckers that can't even see
you nut, you stink so bad it cannot be
my lyrical is feeling, my vocal is a remedy
I hear words through sounds, when i rap it is a felony
________

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

i spit that written funk so call me the commodore
monitors? fuck the net, u sheep speakin to the komondor
i protect ya best intrest, i insist on pissin in ya slit wrists
u emo bitch, u aint shit, ill pit viper ur whole click
ill spit that poison n bret micheals ur chick
ill rikki rocket ur neck outta socket, figure ur stick
figure im sick, im ill like mono infected kids
my spit contains viruses that black plauge ur wits
ur bit. ur nothing but a copy, a sloppy lyracist
im pure in this, dont act like ur def ur hearin this
im engineerin hits and there aint no interferin, bitch.


quit actin as if my presence didnt effect yao
youre fake pride driven with satan as your mentor
ida replied earlier but why would it be on the top of my list ta check this thread for?
please to read your pity filled poetry? or in other words why ya wastin the ink in that pen for?
busy sleep rappin oh i mean "unconcious" SNORIN...
i got soldiers with posts at every corner of this globe touched by the four winds
yes west north east south, do you leave your parents couch?
...ouch, read it n weep
from now on sobs n shrieks are the only sound your mom will hear comin out your mouth

BLESS

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

by the way its a graffiti website

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGF7CqCPfr8

[UnConscious]

i dont even have to come up with anyting close to dope to diss you
ill force you to swallow windshield wiper fluid, n squat on a pregnancy test to make u piss blue.

[UnConscious]

this fu, must be outta his mind, outta his element
u couldnt stop me from fuckin u on the mic if u was celebant

[UnConscious]

ill post, go peep the graph flix, n come back wit more raps
im the weatherman, fuck makin it rain, i murder emcees wit my verbal forecast

[UnConscious]

tore ass, u gettin raped like rumors of bow wows limmo driver
u couldnt write a dope joke if u were jay lenos writer.

[UnConscious]

ill give u an A for effort, but u lack the skill to kill
u couldnt buckshot ur dick chaney even if u were hillary hilton bill

[La Coka Nostra]

you wanna battle me, the odds are 100 to 1.
my dad was a pistol, i'm a real son of a gun.

[UnConscious]

never said i wanted to battle but fuck the odds, i hold the gavel
im the judge of life on a pale horses saddle, spearin souls like games of javel

[La Coka Nostra]

...when MC's talk on the mic, they just babble
i got more words in my bag than a game of scrabble

[UnConscious]

n the fact is im one of the illest to spill my brains
im like shotguns shells diped in aids before fired towards the chin of kurt cobain

[La Coka Nostra]

aint nobody steppin up, UnConscious and I hold the reigns
suck up all the heat in the place, and leave you cold for days

[UnConscious]

leavin emcees wit iceboxes where they minds used to be
u busters couldnt bomb big if the atoms u split were fused in threes

[-sense-]

man, im butt ass naked and hot as fuck
your just a bulleten board and your bout to get stuck

[La Coka Nostra]

who's the team, leavin you bruised and beat
typin jewels on the screen for all you computer geeks
you know who we be, and you damn sure know how we do
bow down to the kings, we got more power than you

[UnConscious]

the only thing i see round here getting stuck is u in the butt
ill have you quackin so loud, 9-1-1 dispatchers will mistake you for a duck

[La Coka Nostra]

senseLESS, ain't no need for fakin the funk
steppin to us? we end up shakin you up
you better get to running when i take to the trunk
leave your seams busting like an eighth in a dutch

[-sense-]

ohh now they talkin bout power
just cuz they put in a few hundred more hours
well shit i aint goina cower, get the power before shits gets sour make nig@@s say "wowzer".
we will see who quackin and who brings home the fat
watch in week, youll be deeper than bernie mack
and thats a fact.

[UnConscious]

we got more power than gods, the odds of u winning, slim to none
we swim through flows like micheal phelps, we in to win, u swim for fun.

[UnConscious]

u give me a week? ill give u an hour
ull be pushin up them daises and them dandylion flowers.

[La Coka Nostra]

sense, close your mouth, stop yappin bout bernie mac
to get respect round here, you have to earn it, jack
i burn a track. everything i spit is just fire.
all white mask, leave you knifed up like mike myers.
im bout to blow up, like not slicin the right wires
your bomb got defused, aint no ticking in your timer

[-sense-]

talk about senseless what you tryin to achieve.
i may be new here but i aint planin leave.

and you may have had your nose in the dirt deeper
but your just the street and im a street sweeper.

[UnConscious]

man me and la coka nostra got flows from cost to costa
we leavin u short rap cats corked like sammy sosa

[La Coka Nostra]

man me and la coka nostra got flows from cost to costa
we leavin u short rap cats corked like sammy sosa

you hit the nail on the head, you cant get it any closer
aint fucking around with all these faggot fanny pokers
sense talks tough, but he's a pansy, man it's over
your whole family are fans man, your granny has my poster'



hahah
WHAT!

[-sense-]

yeah yeah yeah i give respect when its due.
but your like a fat girl bending over trying to tie her shoes.
man its to easy, i just cruze.
My first name aint Tom
but i got some friends to loose.
211 to booze and hit back on all of youz

[La Coka Nostra]

yeah yeah yeah i give respect when its due.
but your like a fat girl bending over trying to tie her shoes.


LOLWUT?
haha.


this shit is jokes man, i'm just packing a bowl
spit a rap and reload, and leave this cat in a hole
how does coka spit? you should be askin yo hoe
just cause i stay up on the rap, don't mean the macking is slow

[UnConscious]

friends to lose? how about i take ur life wit the mic
shove it so far down ur throat we hear the moans u made last night

[-sense-]

alright fuck yall.stright getting me hyper
my rhymes are more foul than a dead babies diaper.
and i dont give a fuck cuz i got some shit to smear.
lookin at you im headlights and you just a dear.
but dont fear big daddys hear.
im a wisper in your ear and dry your tear
hold you a little closer than 354 days to a year.

yall say that you big time packin
you just the gun holder, you get no action.
then you smell the sweet taste of death
by gettin the butt of agun straight to the chest

[UnConscious]

the only butts i catch to the chest are that of ya chick
u couldnt get an erection in 6 seconds if the dead rose up out ya dick

[-sense-]

man dont come at me what that lame static
im grocery store boy, bag you up.
paper or plastic?

[La Coka Nostra]

big daddy?

kane beat you to it, you couldn't even imitate
come and catch me at a show, you gettin punched in the face
i'm sick. have you throwing up that lunch that you ate
make you regret that you ever started fronting, you wait

[UnConscious]

paper or plastic? man these measures aint drastic
ull get nuked back to jurrasic for stretchin truth like elastic

[UnConscious]

every booth mic'd is classic, wit raps we is fantastic
everytime we flip a flow, we take home gold in rap gymnastics

[-sense-]

man the only thing sick about you is your style
not in a good way
i would prefer to drink a 32 ounce bottle of bile
but you come at me with words like a child
maan you might as well just stare in the sun for a while.

talk about short rap
maan that shits wack
look in the box before you click back
i mean damn
homie wants me to die?
while hes slaming his hands down on the keyboard
and hittin "quick reply"

and then you ask why
verbally steachin and flexin
homie you need to stop wait a second
lets have sex unprotected
i swear ill pull out
hit me back with some real shit to talk about.

[La Coka Nostra]

every booth mic'd is classic, wit raps we is fantastic
everytime we flip a flow, we take home gold in rap gymnastics


we make magic on tracks, in fact we're like catholics.
ain't praying to god, but we ain't liking you faggots
i don't want you to rhyme, when you on the mic, its tragic
did you say paper or plastic? cause that's what i'm asking,
your girl, when i slide her tip down her ass crack backwards
leave your trashy ass to come and clean up after
and there's a pretty big mess, i busted three nuts at her


i'm too high to rhyme.

[-sense-]

maan talking about shit and seeming fantastic
when you cant get you mind off of fuckin gymnastics
well ive fuckin had it
and ima come at you with my big dong
and fuck you over harder than that one bitch shawn jojohnsuuun

0o0oweee

[La Coka Nostra]

why you keep rappin about fuckin us, dude?
i guess that tells us a little somethin bout you.
but yo. i'm fuckin high now, this shit needs to die down.
unplug your keyboard, retard, i ain't got all night, clown.

[-sense-]

dude im sittin here chillin with a empty 40 and burnt out b, i guess thats just me

you gettin too high off bowls you might as well go to bed and just skeet in your sheets

i guess its bed time, you what they say though

if your tired
be quiet
and go to sleep ho.

ill hit yalls some other time

[La Coka Nostra]

i never get tired of spitting fire, i'm fine
only thing i'm tired of is reading your rhymes
thinking you violent cause you can read and reply
you ain't even alive, the shit you speaking is lies

[vegimite on toast]

captain planet, ill be havin none of that
cause i come to murder raps, and slice the lips off chaps
colour ya hair black and get ya goth shittin bats
box ya up and send ya back with the warranty
they can plainly see that you were far too defective
unfairly passed quality ... control, ya girlfriends a mole
ya mums sweet hole is all i need, and the dole
trouble, now ya bonged off ye head at home on parole
poor soul, get off bs the net, you've dug ya hole
logg off and got play cs on ya xbox 360 console

http://www.myspace.com/deepearthvoid

to the song prelimb decoder
verse starts at any time after 55 seconds

[vegimite on toast]

woooo

<B^D~

[vegimite on toast]

why you keep rappin about fuckin us, dude?
i guess that tells us a little somethin bout you.
but yo. i'm fuckin high now, this shit needs to die down.
unplug your keyboard, retard, i ain't got all night, clown.


hi, im hiding outside..
ill hire carrier pigeons to fly, and press ya doorbell at night
while i got the keyboard wire tight ready to choke ya and send ya to hell
to provoke a fight, with ya family thatll dwell
over your coffin in the pretty building, its you im offing
dig ya up and use ya meat in a hot pot brothing
to bring to the wake where we all get pissed
maybe baked, and eat and think about your mistake
telling me to unplug my keyboard have a net break
dont think so mate



just kidding hahah

[UnConscious]

toasts jokes wouldnt be featured on la coka nostras roast
his shits stupid entertainment. ladies and gentlemen welcome jackass's new host

[UnConscious]

my metaphores are hollow tip clips loaded into barretta cores
each verbal bullet i force next, gores necks like menatores

[RezOner..]

Please stop, with the 'gangsta' bullshit
Your a skinny white kid, you don't own a clip
I know I know, you make up for it, by being able to spit,
But just to let you know, it ain't fire, it's just shit.
The way I see it, You stole weezy's flow,
Y'know? The one that he stole from hov?
Please stop. Your gay.

[UnConscious]

rez, the fact is i hold guns that open up and spit pez
cept the pez we shootin aint fruity flavored, its flavored lead

[RezOner..]

You impress me, with talk of guns over the internet
Guess what? I constructed this world, your just in my head.
'Cause the base of the matter is,
That your a faggot, You sip jizz.
I see you're biting lines from Technique,
Nice, I'll assume your a 14yr old geek?
Something something something, I start e beef
I really should think twice, cuz your a thug, you'll end my life

[Thread-Locks]

Unconscious, your 2 liners are gayer than the 49ers
I could kill you with a single line, but I deliver in threes
My steez stings you like a swarm of killa bees

[RezOner..]

Werd, Me and thread got flow that's like a running train
So much ghetto It'll blow up your brain
If your in the dirt, I'll poop on your face
Because your stupid, and I think your gay
Yeah, so where's your comeback, with that Half ass gangsta shit?
Oh right, it's probably somewhere in the carter three, those hits.
Your on a computer. Jesus fucking christ, Get a motherfucking life.

[UnConscious]

u two pussies are the wonder twins back in action
put both ya heads together and still equal a negative fraction

[RezOner..]

Oh shit! your so hood!
Teach me how to spit, your so good!
Don't diss the motherfucking wonder twins
Like i said, your a faggot, you sip jizz
Salty oysters, you drank my kids.
Kid, your not a g.
When you spit, it's simple, it's the abc's
homie
your gay
alright?
alright.

[Thread-Locks]

Hey look here mister, you shut the fuck up
At least I'm not the one in fucking math club
You think I'm a pussy and so is Rez?
Just ask immortal and see what he says
Oh wait man, you already know bout his game
You write down rhymes that're exactly the same!
You'll be a dead motherfucker when I reach my glock
I'll shoot your brains in through your mouth as you're sucking my cock

[UnConscious]

you kids suck so much dick on the mic, ya cheeks caved in
pray and hope that ya guardian angel helps ya teeth stay in
cuz ima swing for the fences
knock you out then pocket check for expenses
if you aint holdin cash then ill jack your 4 senses
ill leave you left with cum on ya tongue so you can taste my offenses
then ill stab u with hiv needles n kiss good bye your defenses
when the rappin commences, u bitches head for the benches
im the mvp known as wisdom tooth, but you can call me the dentist

[RezOner..]

Silly rabbit, you just can't spit.
Lookie here, gettin raped by two kids
If your so motherfucking hood, why are you on the internet?
Shouldn't you be pushin on a corner, watching ya neck?
I don't front, I don't front at all.
I attend mass, I get all my homework in, right on the ball.
Your saying I suck dick? Your a fagget, I'd like to contradict.



(To the tune of a mandolin)

(fag)

[UnConscious]

rez, no joke, wen u gonna learn to quit
you couldnt spit if you were a camel or pimp to his tricks

[Thread-Locks]

Bro, thinks he's so fly but somehow thinks
That only 4 senses belong to human beings?
Shit man, get off the computer and get educated
So the knowledge flowing into your brain can be regulated
But somehow you gone through medical school,
Became a dentist cause you thought it'd be cool
To pull shit out of little kids mouths
Using morphene on little boys to cheat on your spouse
Hey man, there you go, you have sex with children
Between eating toothpaste, flossing and drilling
Rez knows fosho how gay ye be
Like medieval times, an ice age that will freeze your skeez

[UnConscious]

learn to read you illiterate bitch.
i said ill leave u with TASTE so you can TASTE MY KIDS

[RezOner..]

But srsly you suck and fill this thread with garbage

[UnConscious]

i suck and fill this thread with garbage?
tell me why outta all the bitches on my dick your clit is the largest?

[RezOner..]

Oh shit! You speak in rhymes!
I give a fuck, 'cause like I said, it really takes talent to bite biggie and claim to valid
But seriously, you eat butthole

[UnConscious]

i come with the simple cuz u cant hang with hardcore
ill drop bombs that will sound nuclear alarms and start wars

[RezOner..]

Oh ok
ill poop on your chest
leave you broken and shattered, just like the rest

[UnConscious]

too easy, ya rhyme style is too sleezy
do wat you do best, spread legs and take dick till ya get queasy

[RezOner..]

Your talking about fucking me, thanks
You don't impress me, It's obvious ya dont fuck skanks
You suck _____ Ill let you fill in the blanks

[UnConscious]

you aint the best, u aint even close to good
i kno dudes that rap for foodstamps on the corners of they hood
you rap for dudes daps on a forum n grip wood?
but the wood you grip n lick is known as dick, understood?

[RezOner..]

Shut up, your from a suburban home.
You front like your tough to hide the fact that your alone
I understand that your a low pressure rhyma
i wouldnt be suprised if you got a vagina

[UnConscious]

suburbs? im from north denver, homie come see me
ull be the headline on 9news, body found in a alley naked, raped, bound in duct tape and analy bleeding

[RezOner..]

I'm from latveria homie, moderated by robots
uhhh yeah.... thats all i got
wait
your gay

[UnConscious]

this isnt even a battle, this is u in rhyme shackles
ur brain is mad cow, my brain is prime cattle

[vegimite on toast]

ill leave ya spread and dead, with rectum blood a plenty
bedspread crimson red soaked from ya severed head, its funny
taking ya money, raiding ya pantry, making heroin shots with gesus and fanny
their my internets family --- reunion while were in ya mums spic and span kitchen
cooking concoctions no surprise visitors cause the doors yeah, we locked em
dirty socks-in the rest of the occupants moufs, knife wounds all the way souf
of the border, making it baudier, with the BDSM tactics
force feeding ya green pellets that'll make rats sick....and dead
fucks up ya inside but preserves ya head... so i can have in jar on a mount
reminiscing, sipping port, tallying my body count

[RezOner..]

I'm north denver
I'm hood, I ride forever
I'm so ghetto I can afford to spend my time on a forum
Don't front, your ignorant scum
Kay whitie? Eat my bum.



not @ vegi

[UnConscious]

denver and forever dont rhyme, u suck.
forum and scum dont rhyme u dumb fuck
only a gay guy would ask for his salad tossed
ill leave u at the bottom of lakes tastin the moss

[UnConscious]

its too easy homie
someone wit skill get at me.

[RezOner..]

Blah blah blah, 'check out deez sick rhymes yo'

[UnConscious]

u ask why im on this thread? cuz i slipt up, guess i just wasnt using my head
got caught up by the cops n now the got my ankle on locks
once i can leave the house again ill make my runs
make my way to your town and drown you n drain ya funds.

[vegimite on toast]

unconcious that last one i did is at you if you want to go

[vegimite on toast]

i got ginormous genitalia, so big ill have ya failing ya IQ TEST,
ya mind occupied with molest, yeah...
that molestation, i been perpetrating on ya sister when i saw her chillin on the station, grab my dick out no time for time wastin
as for you, ill have ya basting, like a turkey in the oven, its the burning smell of flesh that im loving, making a nice white sauce for ya flesh when im comin
served to ya parents who gobble it down straight loving...it, harvest ya gf tits and put em on a wall for kicks, in a gold frame, man ya know my name
im all in it for the vocab lad, couldnt give a fuck about fame

[sketch3]

the game aint shit without me you niggggaz aint sheeeit,
hold tight all the real nukkkas you know who u isss naaaimeean

[Sadistic.Child]

the game aint shit without me you niggggaz aint sheeeit,
hold tight all the real nukkkas you know who u isss naaaimeean

whats this a mainstream fest?
keep ya mouth shut cause your graff is mess
your weak and a mouthy shit
fall off now or die in your ego trip
its sad how cocky you can get
now go find your volleyball net
you wack ass toy who has tea and crumpits
dont you needa go find your little trumpit
follow some more fags?
your whole issues must be a drag

[sketch3]

i lost my trumpit in ur mother

[Sadistic.Child]

good one :rolleyes:

[sketch3]

yea well atleast one of us said something worthwhile

[Sadistic.Child]

your shiet aint worthwhile
your just mad cause my shits straight vile
you got pages and pages filled with bullshit for a fucking mile
your the reason bs has gone to shit
you turned the meaning bs into bullshit
you need to fall off and be another typical fagget

[sketch3]

hey unscious and vegi look im a real rapper i got an oficial hatter

[Sadistic.Child]

oh shit son, calling more of ya bitches?
you need to stop cause ill leave you with stitches
all up in ya dome while you sit at home all alone
you might as well change your name to style cause thats another thing you cant touch
but cry if you must
your bullshit ego is getting sickening with more of your bitches trust
how about this.. you walk off now cause your shits weak
i just hope to god i dont catch you in the streets
ill beat your fagget as down
leave your limp body on the ground
just stop now cause my shits straight TO DIE FOR
now run off with another bs whore

[sketch3]

1 im not gunna respond in rhyme cuss ur wack

2 ur never gunna see me in the street were from different countrys

3 ur wack and stupid

4 stick to sketchin this aint for u

[unreal180]

whats this a mainstream fest?
keep ya mouth shut cause your graff is mess
your weak and a mouthy shit
fall off now or die in your ego trip
its sad how cocky you can get
now go find your volleyball net
you wack ass toy who has tea and crumpits
dont you needa go find your little trumpit
follow some more fags?
your whole issues must be a drag


fuck you
you aint got shit on our tea and crumpits
we got weed and pussy lips
what da fuck you got?
nothing
go get laid
yo dirty sket mama wont touch you
she gave yo brother the ace of spades
oh yeh
i forgot
you dont get our english words
i ment aids

asshole

[Sadistic.Child]

good job unreal, your just made my list too.
<3

[unreal180]

you just dogged batman n sketch on some pussy list
now u make ur own
see thats da twist
you front like a big man
and act like a cunt
this shit dont make no sence
i feel like smoking a blunt...



now i need a shit
back soon

[-sense-]

man im here just procrastanating
while i got work thats just sitting
waiting

i need to get shit stright and stop fuckin around
sick of this plain ass one horse town
shit needs to change
and im sick of the same

shits being played out like a old moldy ass monopoly game
but ill put it to rest
cause crimes get confessed
for who thinks their the best
when everyones losein i still have two nipples on my chest
and some fresh breath

but whats the point
i mean the point of it all
just so someone sees your name on a wall?
is it for life and mental expression
or are we just regrettin the days of past and then we let them
..pass

but its our time
time to reign supreme
most cats are scandalious like ashlys
if you know what i mean
so step on the scene and let your marks be seen
constantly fighting a stuggle to be a toy or a king
but heavy is the head that wears the crown
most times all you see on their face is a frown

to those that are down and beneath the horizion
we need to wake up and start realizing
that today is nothin but yesterdays tomorro
wake and rejoious and escape from sorrow

so its dosnt really matter where you lay your head at

[Thread-Locks]

Hey unconscious where ya been? I thought you lived on this thread!
Or maybe you're scared cause Rez keeps pooping on your head
And calling you gay, cause you are but there's nothing wrong with that cuz
I know fags that write, on the block saying "Scandalous!"
Your rhymes are like wack, but not even that
Go find some old men and show them your butcrack
I kill motherfuckers like you in north denver
I got a dirtier record than the nuggets in december!
Oh motherfucker gotta respect my steez
You're a dick on the slopes going to rent skis

And sadistic child, forreal learn to spit
You look like ass and smell like shit

[UnConscious]

im rentin skis
i strap you in wit c4 round ya knees
push you down the slope
give the detenator a little squeeze
watch your body parts fly faster than achilles
catch em in appetizer baskets, serve em up at chiles
throw some cheeze on the top, between the buns, n call it phillies
crush up the bone, mix it wit ex, n serve em up as illies

[Tampering With Evidence]

Now, all this rambling be set aside
Would you trust me or even confide?
For now I'll abide, do you like my rhymes?
Right now everyone is going threw hard times
Scrounging for dimes and pinchin pennies
We eatin in now, no more goin out to Dennies
You still reading my raps even though I don't bust a gat?
I could be a Republician or I could be a die hard Democrat
Rock a tall tee and a fitted or flannel shirt and a trucker hat
I could die for my family or I could be a snitch or a rat
What's up with that?
Would you still like my rhymes if I were Latino, Black or White?
If every spit was off the dome or if I took hours to write?
Never got drunk or fucked up or I always stayed high as a kite
Does it matter on my gender, whether I'm a girl or guy?
Whether I always played it safe or I've come close to dying?
Or whenever I spit it, I'm telling the truth or I'm always lying?
Laughing or crying, I could be a sellout or a dropout
Or I never cop out and I'm enrolled in college
Whether I'm mentally retarded or my head is filled with knowledge
Or maybe I just have a lot to say and shit to get off my chest
Perhaps I'm the weakest link of this shit or maybe I'm just the best
Straight, Gay, Bi or a Les, maybe I like Skittles or maybe I like Pez
Maybe I do graffiti, I love writing my name on the street
Or maybe I'm an emcee and love rhyming over a beat??
Possibly I like moving my feet like a true B-Boy
Or a DJ from back in the day who loves my turntable toy
I could indeed be a true poet and know it
Maybe an athlete and only a ball that I like to throw it
Rich and Glamorous and maybe I like to show it, or possibly poor
Could live in the city, in the sticks, or maybe on the Sea Shore
I could be getting my freak on with a superstar chick or maybe a whore?
Or maybe I'm not getting laid at all, but does any of this really matter?
I could a skinny Mexican punk from the Bronx or a Fat Asian rapper
Once again...does any of this really matter?
Maybe my taste of music differs from your own
Maybe I don't have issues or I have AIDS full blown
I could be a walking STD maybe have cancer
Who knows all of this, who has the true answer?
If you're still reading this rhyme I hope you like
Maybe later I'll go rollerblade or skate a half-pipe
Hop a fence and go swimmin or possibly I'll be sinnin with women
Watching a stripper go up and down that damn pole
Or maybe I'll be in church repenting, sorry for my soul
I could be a construction worker or I could be a teacher
I could be the hellion stealing donation money or the preacher
A person up on stand on trial for a murder or I could be the judge
I could be a forgiving person or for 40 years I could hold a grudge
I still won't budge, these are my rhymes it doesn't matter who I am
Who knows, well whatever no one knows God's plan, truth be told

[Tampering With Evidence]

Sorry I fucked up a few lines, but I was just going threw, not stopping and editing shit out

so some of the lines read funny

[Spraycan Stories]

Shit son ^

[-sense-]

tampering with evidence
^props
haha that shit was sweet

**sketch kindaa sounds like you bitchin out

[sketch3]

bitching out, nahh im just not bothered to reply to some one so wack

bump for the talk


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJNF0jqGSSk

yo im griping spliffs,
flipin scripts,
busting sickning shit,
mcs rap bout flow but they missing it,
in a battle they couldnt go the distence with,
a legendery lyricsist,
my styles like a hidden myth,
people serchin thru forbiden scripts,

[ATE]

Yo im A.T.E. sititng here with my homie KEY and with S.Z. ya see
Commin at you with some tags and some throwies.
I may paint but im not a G, i gots my own style, but its not just a mild style, its a wild style.
and while where on the subject of style you better get some style, you broke ass vile.
better take a bow and a smile cuz you showed me up for a while, but yo mom should wonk on some better hand style.
mad style, free style, wildstyle and fight style all depends on your mood or style.

some cats be illin some cats be dope, better get out my way before punch you in throught.

(made this shit up today...while hidding for the pigs, after doin a throwie on a HumptyDumpy sign)

Humpty Dumpty painted a wall
Humpty Dumpty, look what he saw.
The big fat pig looked far and wide.
we sat there smiled and he drove right by....
Fuck the police. FTP...

[C H E N Z O]

YO YO YO, I'M A CRAZY MO FO
U CUNTS READ MA POSTS N DONT KNOW
WHAT IM TRYIN TO SAY
COS YER AW FUCKIN GAY
ITS THE TRUTH A DONT LIE
WEN A PUMPED YER MAW A CAME IN HER EYE
IT WENT ALL RED, PUFFY N WEEPY
CUNTS MAY THINK THIS A BIT CREEPY
BUT I ENJOYED IT ALL THE SAME
ONLY PROBLEM WAS YER MAW'S LAME
LEFT LEG KEPT TWISTIN IN DODGY WAYS
FUCK IT A DONT CARE AM NO ONE OF THOSE GAYS
THAT YE SEE ON THE TELE
NO DOUBT THEIR BREATH IS SMELLY
COS OF ALL THAT DICK THEYV BEEN CHEWIN
DID A MENTION UNREAL WAS SPEWIN
JUST THE OTHER DAY AFTER DRINKIN ONE BEER
IF A DIDNT KNOW BETTER ID HINK HE WAS A QUEER
BUT FUCK IT WE'RE NOT THE ONES TO JUDGE
ESPECIALLY COS SKETCH3 LOVES SOME MAN SLUDGE
ITS NOTHIN PERSONAL SON JUST A BIT OF PATTER
THE OBVIOUS NEXT LINE HERE IS TO MENTION UR MAWS FATTER
BUT A WANT I'LL JUST SAY SHE LOVES MY BABY BATTER
MUCH MORE ORIGINAL AND A BIT SURPRISIN
LIKE THE TIME A GONKED AND HER MINGE NEEDIN PRISING
OPEN COS OF HOW MUCH JIZZ WAS RAMMED IN THERE
WELL A SPOSE ITS BETTER THAN MESSIN UP HER HAIR
SO I'LL LEAVE ALL U PAFTERS WITH ONE LAST THOUGHT
YOU'VE JUST BEEN RIPPED BY A MUTHAFUCKIN SCOT.


hahahhaahahahah YASS.


P.S Please no one take this as a serious attempt at "freestyling". a dont even like hip hop.

[sketch3]

dope^^^^

[C H E N Z O]

haha u talkin about before i edited it... wen it just sed "yo" ?!? hawhawhaw

[UnConscious]

truth be told...
tell me why the truth be sold...
college tuition so dam high i sold my tooth of gold...
only got a bill 50, not even close to enough...
said fuck the system n copped me a system for my truck...
if they want me to pay them bills n fill up they pockets...
then ill strap fort knox to a rocket and aim it at they hip sockets...
they can lip lock wit my big cock, or my fists...
cuz ill punch u in the face if u ask for another sample of my piss...
its my business, you worry bout yourself...
i can handle mine so no need to worry about my health...
ill be honest, i do smoke weed...
it helps me relax with every hit i breath...
just kno i wont be high on the job, or at skool...
im a hardworking individual, not some random street fool...
just give me a chance n quit wit the circles u dance...
quit playin games n lower the high rates of finance.

[sketch3]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzT5MnkIaEY

got samurais suroundin ur facility,
coulds of weed smoke blockin visabilty,
imortal warlord no one can kill a g,
weild futeristic abilitys,
demostrate my skill at ease,
weak mcs cant hack the truth,
they try an rhyme without the aptitude,
bite a mic out hands an spit it back at u,
attack ur crew,
after i strap a zoot,
small time bitches gettin wack reviews,
fuck anyone on wax with u,
sound like they smokin crack an glue,
dont make me do a track or two,
revealing the faggots ur atracted to,
get vexed an smack a yout,
talking shit like hes got crap to proove,

[TylerDurden]

ayo, one time on that bucktown beat . . .

check

i'm iller that ten freestyle by your favorite rapper
I've never seen anyone like you bring so much laughter
sit on the crapper and ask why you matter
eat more gravy so that you can get fatter
verbal intercourse I'm leavin you fucked
cause i told the last cat who stepped "NUK TIL U BUK"
hoe,
the sickest flo
unroll the optimo and get lyrical like doctor mysterio

cheerio

[Thread-Locks]

Sup tyler durden, you're such a fuckin burden
You're lyrical attempts make my eyes hurtin
My rhymes so golden they make your pussy squirtin
I see you on this thread dropping cuts like a surgeon
I suggest you shut up, grow up and sit up
Before you claim you have the sickest flo
Dude, that shit's invisible

[JESUS*fuckin*CHRIST]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ElSXo1HWS4

[MF The Super Villain]

Yo Check It,
I kick the wicked shit,
Hittin' licks to get my chips,
Doin' sticks, throwing throws, and smashing chicks to get my kicks,
I spray shit,
Splashing color on brick,
Flashy fakes get viked,
Having dime chicks twist my spliffs,
I smoke drip,
Don't pack a clip or a switch, I just use my fists,
Fuck um.

[vegimite on toast]

rear vision mirror with round fish eye reflectors
chilling in the van with cans and lung particle protectors
past two - three, four peeps ilchin in the bucket seats
modified, no retreat, never back down or concede defeat
turn off the beats, approach slowly, listen...for the sounds...
dark shadowy town, trains approachin shakin the whole of the groun
bolt cutters for the fence, knuckle dusters giving dense kids heads dents
no defense, attack ya like a wolf who lost his parents
to poachers, encroach no futher with the roach, ive had enough to smoke
i need to paint, i need my brain to coach, my hand to maintain and man restraint
to get the panel down, throw a faint fill in, its the steel were killin, visually raping children
and commuters every day when they commutin, leavin them pukin
my pieces like a shell shootin, outta a 12 gauge, bursting flames with rage
missing teef no id, docs estimating ya age, in the morge, before you had happier days
finish up in a blaze of smoke, homeward bound for tokes, aussie drunken blokes, word for choke aint yoke, down here, under the moon with all the gear, abos with spears
give cheers for the new rolling steel that suddenly appears at the stache parkside
sippin on them beers, shit burns and sears....ccunttt

[sketch3]

yo im a cearial killer,
u spit about flow, but do u really have it?
sounding like a dreary addict.
silly rabbit,
tricks are for kids,
kicks are for ribs,
an ur to much of a bitch to forgive,
so im throwin lyrics an bricks at ur crib,
i sliced up the captin of crunch,
stuffed his body in the back of the trunk,
daily routein like packin the lunch,
give me ur lucky charms or ill be jackin up punks,
need to buy me a sack of the skunk,
to start wrapin up blunts,
so u better pay up if u owe me a fiver,
even phoneys an liers,
cant denie my rhymes dope, just ask tony the tiger,
he'll tell u ''there GrrrREAT!''



earn ur stripes niggga
http://www.totalmedia.com/images/Tony_the_tiger.jpg

[RetroLikeWhoa13]

im a cereal killer.
murd'rin' cheerios.
using a spoon.
an' delivering blows.
crunch it all up.
an put it in my nose.
milk is so white.
and nobody knows.
got that shit crunched.
and put in my clothes.
pocket near full. an'
just grows and grows.
belly's all full.
and it nearly explodes.
killin' lucky an' chocula
got em becomin' john doe's.
the captain in the freezer.
his ass is gettin' froze.
beatin' tony the tiger,
an' those rice krispie's so and so's.
im eatin' that cereal,
fuck coffees and joes.
this is the breakfast rap.
and that's how it goes...

chyeah.

edit: haha, sketch i didnt read yours i just saw the first line and saw the frosted flakes box and went.

[sketch3]

ill make ur neckbone snap crackel and pop,
ur crew are feinds smack, crack head and pot,
u biting my shit, cuss uv been in wack battles alot,

[RetroLikeWhoa13]

of course i've been in whack battles, im new to this game.
i could never be in in it for the money and fame.
but i couldnt help the bite, im cant be to blame.
im sorry my man, and i can deal with the shame.
but please dont shatter and break my name.
again, my sorrow, my attempt was lame.
and now i know you're thinking "omg, i just came."
ee. es. oh. kay. yeah im one in the same.
get her in the sack, after i steal your dame.
got you feeling heat, yeah, im bringing the flame.
like i said im sorry for this. please dont defame...
me.

[sketch3]

break ur name?
got death blows to shake ur frame,
spittin satanic verses backwerd to awake the slain,
relentless monsters that never ache or pain,
that wanna taste ur brains,
lookin for a face to maim,
distort and torture,
never thaught mankind would resort to slaughter,

[RetroLikeWhoa13]

zombies and boogeymen really scare me!
yeah right, im the motherfucking realest o.g.
ive got crosses and holy water.
to stop the murder and slaughter.
that you have cast upon me, you see.
im a little catholic boy with a really strong faith.
my god will save me, yeah, i really feel safe.
he'll plague you with frogs. cant lick em cant stop
them,
yeah man ill end up on top
with Him.
yeah i pray everyday, on my way to work and school.
and no im not using religion just to look cool.
like Mr. T. I pity the fool.
who
just wont believe in God.
you'll be just dead, under fresh sod?
don't respond back, all you need to do is nod.

[vegimite on toast]

a zombie aint nothing to vegi and sketch 3
breakin into churches - mixing holy water with fresh pee
replacing leaf tea on the shelf with green trees,
comitting sins on the street with tins - no cfcs,
maybe a green thumb, but definately not hippies - pots filled
with soil, growin them trees from seeds, so please leave
you cant even mc on pc screens, a dweeb like you belongs in movies scenes
on blockbuster screens, use the same word twice still tight, its obseen
my rhymes are cleaner than ya teef with listerine, shine and gleam
the duo msytery team, with laser beams, you hope you never seen,
leave now before i harvest ya inner speen, make pate, sell it in a cafe, its french cusine...:)

[La Coka Nostra]

It's six o'clock, still too early to go and hit the bars
fuck it, i'm too young, but old enough to see the difference, god
i've been picked apart, flesh torn upon existing scars
sickening art, kill my family and myself like i was chris benoit
and only the lord knows i won't be first at the gate
mostly from my seperation of the church and the state
the state being my state of mind, and my aversion of faith
merciful fate, i'll end up being burned at the stake




...some different type shit.

[UnConscious]

cereal killa? well ima murder ya wit flow
lyrical blows so harsh ill lynch ya spirit like jim crow
ive been pro in rhyme game, i shine like light shows
i glow like ultraviolet lights shoved up ya pie hole
i expose the fake and promote the real
i appeal to hip-hoppers, ur like howie its no deal
i seal the envalope on this game, i steal fame
my steel frame dont budge, ya wifes pudge carries my heels name...

NIKE

:o

[UnConscious]

nostra, that shit was hot

[La Coka Nostra]

i'm still working on it.
thanks though, i was digging it too.
not sure if i'll record it though.

[UnConscious]

ive never been one to follow, although i do believe
some say my soul is hollow, on a daily basis i deceive
i breath in comfort and exhale greif
i achieve demonic patches stiched upon my evil sleeves
i weave an evil wreath and nail it to your neck
i heave a hundred million meat cleavers at those pose a threat
n those whos flows is wet, get my blessings to the fullest
n those whos flows is dry, get a barretta full of bullets
so push it and pull it, my tempor is like my faith
its short like midget cowboys holdin rockets round they waist
its been replaced with hate, although i wanna go to paradise
i feel its just out of reach
my rhymin its like a preacher speakin to a loaded pair of dice
shakin em twice, n makein em role eyes
snakes in the game, in the grass n in the grain, its all lies
cant trust my own goverment and thats a damn shame
cant trust my own mother cuz she mothered my brother cain
but still im able to spill brains insane n spit flames
but wat does it matter wen the devils shootin a 12 guage at paper plates holdin my name?
wat does it matter wen i kno my ass will be served on satans platter?
wat does it matter? say fuck it and proceed with greed, tryin make my pockets fatter.

fuck religion, id rather be hip-hops pidgeon
carring moving messages that'll never be forgivin
dont mock me, im just rappin how im livin,
dont respond with ur 2 cents cuz 2 shits is wat im givin.

[vegimite on toast]

your like a street sign stopping, putting you in the coffin,
its you that im offing, dead like an 80 year old chronic coughin
pneumonia, and particles of their lungs, farcicle when i rape ya gf
with a shiney gun, suddenly now interested when she sees how im hung
she dont even know what shes in for - fun, after im done
ill ring up ya mum and get her ready to go str8 in the bum

[Tampering With Evidence]

Really you all gotta step up your rhymin' material
I mean hell half of you now are talkin about cereal
Over and over, it's recycled trash y'all can't even rhyme
So why not make like a red octagon shaped sign and STOP
None of the shit you spit is hot, I intrigue you in thought
All I hear is chit chat, bullshit, and petty conversations
I'm illa than a hospital full of sick and dyin' patients
None of you can touch Sketch or Unconscious
Why? Because all I hear when you kids talk is nonsense
Gotta kid sayin' how he's the truest O.G.
But he trusts in God, are you fucking kidding me?
Ayo shouts to La Coka too shit was straight
But the rest of you attempting to spit I pre-date
Go ahead, I love it, call me a hater
You recycle old rhymes you're an imitator
Go ahead type out some wack shit in response
I'll shakedown, I'm bringin the new era Renaissance
Typin' tough on a keyboard so raw and vicious
I got you hanging on my lines like a bunch of fishes
Rhymes so delicious, when they gone you'll miss it

[vegimite on toast]

a zombie aint nothing to vegi and sketch 3
breakin into churches - mixing holy water with fresh pee
replacing leaf tea on the shelf with green trees,
comitting sins on the street with tins - no cfcs,
maybe a green thumb, but definately not hippies - pots filled
with soil, growin them trees from seeds, so please leave
you cant even mc on pc screens, a dweeb like you belongs in movies scenes
on blockbuster screens, use the same word twice still tight, its obseen
my rhymes are cleaner than ya teef with listerine, shine and gleam
the duo msytery team, with laser beams, you hope you never seen,
leave now before i harvest ya inner speen, make pate, sell it in a cafe, its french cusine...:)

bump this, cause sketch 3 stinks like wet piss

[vegimite on toast]

screaming at u like a unmanned israeli fighter jet
burning on fire, youll soon feel the dire threat
no regrets, just leechin buckets of salty pouring sweat
and blood down ya face while i smoke my dirty cigarette,
dirty like the mud, on heathens after the fictional flood,
dirty like my mind, waiting to explode like a flower waiting to bud
it aint you that i love, you lines are crap, you write duds,
like car sales men with lemons that barely run and make thuds
cunt, ill swoop real fast, like a S.A.S. troop on ya arse, im unsurpassed
breaking your bones and leaving them in a cast, its you that i asked
what you gonna do when your glassed and when i leave you passed
lying suited up, at last in a expensive hole, what a fuckin laugh,
guys with suits in hell like you dont get extra marks, just fire and sparks
devils on your back cause you came in last....

[-sense-]

i saw fine girl right
so i spit on her butt cheek

[vegimite on toast]

why dont you type more than that
i seen more intelligent posts made by hairy cats
(the feline kind)

[atlok7]

i dont need to type a whole page to burn you. and i guess someone noticed that. but still my post got deleted. this shits wack.

[vegimite on toast]

whine whine whine
go have a cry

[sketch3]

all thick bitches,
with shit lyrics,
is fictitious,
i spit vicious,
by rhymes sharp enuff to cut bone marrow,
and split tissue,


be gratefull wen the high skunk bless ur crew,
insted of letiing cigirets an booze,
get the best of you,
give me a blunt fuck special brew,
my weed smoke will rip ur chest into,
lungs exploadin in the kitchen, landing in the vestibule,

[SAID]

brotha from another mother, gettin' love from canada
pop gats, stab *****s, you know i dont trust ya
but homie sketch, keeping it real
UK in this bitch, you know the deal
beats kinda choppy, but my rhymes so sloppy
said getting you higher than seeds from a poppy

over this--> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BkqqYS3Sv4

[sketch3]

shogun assasin,
never load guns for action,
still take ur whole fund for passin,
thru my gutter,
words i muttrer,
make yu say good bye fucker,
bust a shaolin deadly venom fly cutter,
aimed at ur eyes bother,
u flirted with death an shes a sly lover,
cant battle me so why bother?

same beat yo

someone kick it to this next
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wnjuf-OnDg
uk gwan bad it up

[SAID]

thanks sketch!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wnjuf-OnDg

jockees dead, dont even ask why
that fucken fagget stepped it to me and just straight up died
me and sketch run shit so dont even try
step it me mothafucka you'll die
take your head, twist it back 360 degrees
you'll be pleading for mercy down on your knees
i do this for the respect, man, fuck the cheese
the chronic smoke hits my brain, shits straight off the dome
i can go on and on rambling about this world i own
but shits gets boring like some Michael Jordan cologne
and in the streets, damn right im well known
even ask your momma, she'll reply with a moan
off to the next beat, buckle in for another treat

more than a man, death machine is right
wrap my hands around your neck, ill squeeze real tight
you fucken toy, why you on a graffiti forum?
you think you all good, but you just a dickrider, so keep blowin' em
if its god you fear, boy keep running
cause this boys rhymes so hot its just stunning
but if you wanna mess with god its you decision, go right ahead
but the hatred wont be just on you, it'll spread instead
you think you all tough cause your running your mouth in a freestyle thread?
man fuck this shit im straight up ready for bed
signing off, its me, its said


UK !

[UnConscious]

its said i spit that neurotix rich lead
embedded in my words man that shit spreads
like anthrax viruses that shit heads
straight into your lungs n turns that shit red til that shits bled.
shit turns from red to black now shits dead
send my goons into get you now they shits fed
now that shits said dont even jump on unconscious dick head
cuz ull get fucked and left pregnant man that shits fed.

[-sense-]

wanna see a majick tyrick?
mann thats sick
you like little girls because thats the only thing that fits your little dick.
blah blah blah deficate and sedate yeah yeah oh your just the gee wiz
your best day ever was when your sister was late, and it was your kids
man your really not that cool so stop smilin
shouldnt you be at the playground lookin at the childs an
yankin on your chubby,lookin pretty chubby and wishin you could get some real love like a real g
life is what you make it, so make the most of it
im basically bread, and yeah i like to get toasted
i have my butter my jam and a big glass of milk
when a m**ther fuc***er gets thirsty , he just takes a tilt
its almost like silk so smooth and caressing
why you tryin to look cool
who you really impressing
so regressing , just start to let it go man
you not impressing no one, your your own biggest fan

man this mexican chicken that im eating tonight
couldnt be better if i ate it midflight
its such a delight and its fit for a king
my mouth is on fire/ but you know what i mean
its so sweet and so tender/ so good so dont bother
ill have you screaming around the neighborhood like your lookin for your daughter
in the streets chillin with a head thats higher
man this chicken is so g
i bet it was killed by gunfire then put in a dryer and then ploped in a frier all in time before i had to retire.
before it was on my plate i was in dier strights about to make a wrong decision that would take my leeggg and have it breaked baked shaked and serverd before a cake topped with a frosted flake at a pool house out by the lake.

[vegimite on toast]

nice go, obviously ya brain is on the slow
or the go-ey, affectin ya mind slowly,
your unclean, your lines are jittery like caffeine
right here im the green machine, not lowly
verbally obliterate you like avocados in gaucamole
leavin fundamentalist christians screamin like "holey moley!"
your letting you game slip like an armless disabled goalie
its only, a matter of time cause if you let me persist to shine
they'll see ya not genuine, best give it a miss, become a mime
silenced, cause you could never ever manage to string a verse,
throw the herse in reverse and run over ya funeral procession,
im not messing, coming at ya fast, leaving you last, gripped by depression
never leaving the computer cause you're scared of real life gettin ya
fuck the bourgeois,im in the parking lot shooting shots at kids in burqa 's
your nervous, like ya just got served a time bomb on a platter by room service,
since when is a sandwhich equipt with gelignite and circuits?
quit real quick go out and join the circus, worthless, like the
jordanian dinar, step to far, find yaself decomposing to funk in the trunk of an abandoned car
HAR HAR HAR


btw ya chicken sucks ya monghead

[UnConscious]

toasts rhymes remind me of a ghost
hes got some spirit but hes see through like waters on keys coast
he floats for now but ill sink his ship with three blows
my torpedos are three amigos that eagle ya bees post
they swoopin down from the sky, im a mile high pilot
i fire heat seakin riots at hives and permenetly seal ya eyelids.
if u thinkin ur like a plane n ur flyin, ull get grounded
ill beat you like mcdonalds, ur fryin and quarter pounded
astounded by my rhymes, ur sour like nine limes
mine climb to mountain peaks while u fountain them dry lines.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

ill fuck you cute, with my butter lube...
i spit the hot fyah like stubble on dudes
rubbim up against a girls Vag
its like that of a badge...-er, her, him
its hot out gunna go swim=min... unstop able..

WHUT BUTTER LUBE BURNIn BABY Whores
Oh Noes there goes my N sixty -fours

[its all good till the cops come]

fuck pickin up the pen an jottin, real rhymes come from yo head
keep the words flowin outcha mouth, dont think about wutcha said,
set a beat in yo brain that you can spit a rhyme to,
an unknown rhythm nobody can hear but you,
commence to flowin with presicion, lyrics hotter than flames,
dont stop till everybody in the room knows ya name,
a clusterfuck of words builds up inside of ya brain
keep goin mothafucka, gotta work thru the pain,
anhilate your opponent with dope lyrical tactics,
assasinate em with the metaphors, you better react quick,
come back like you forgot to finish what you began,
dont sleep yo, this mothefuckers a marked man
vocabularys your ammunition, fire until your empty,
give it all that you got, do not put em to sleep gently
hammer on em like he cant touch it, use wordplay as your weapon,
show this bastard what he gets for thinkin about steppin
once the deed is done and you left em die'n of shock,
ya get a shit eatin grin like "yeah i got it on lock"
walk away with nothin else but yo pride and yoself,
thinkin about the next time you take yo skills off the shelf
gettin that glowin feelin, almost makes the memory hazy
its like ya took some ego pills an you be trippin like crazy.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

Sometimes i fill my ass crack with my finger
i sit and reminisce while the stench lingers
im a left winger, dick blinger
i polish the knobb i call it butterin the cob
now jizz in my throat and watch me fuck this goat


YEAH BOY

[sketch3]

im killin maffia goons an chopin minions,
yo i wont stop till i cop a million,
cold blooded like crocodilions,
but i gott bigger fish to fry,
*****s wish to die,
being druglords in my block dominion,

[Sadistic.Child]

my boy chedda cheese.
freestyle

As soon as you called me out this battle was over,
He’ll be regretting his actions when he’s finally sober,
Like a long night of drinking, making out with your sister,
“What’s the big deal, is it bad that I kissed her?”

I forgot, that’s normal for you hillbilly type,
So don’t be surprised when his mom is his wife.

This guy’s just a snack, how can you call me anorexic,
I eat Amiel for lunch dinner and breakfast.
A no show from this homo was expected,
You’ve got no songs on your page,

Dyslexic kids could write better than this guy infact,
Have you ever even picked up a mic and rapped?

You’ve battled me now so run along, tell your friends,
You got destroyed by cheese and he severed your head.

But along the way you had a real nice time,
Too bad this guy could hit a nice line,
If he purchased cocaine from Peruvian merchants,
And couldn’t spit deadly with the mouth of a serpent.

Calling me a pussy and a bi***, well you are what you eat,
So it’s clear you’re a dick, now get down on your knees,
And continue getting raped by cheese.

All dressed up in tighter clothes than Batman,
You claim your straight, but I see right through you like cat scans.

I put your pal dispute to rest, now I’ll do the same,
To your putrid flesh, as I spew the flame.

Right into your grill like a barbeque,
I guess my pillows just about as hard as you,
I created this battle just to spark a fuse,
I’ll put this hoe in the dirt like a garden tool.

Burning burgers is the only time your smoking the cheese,
Killing Calgary emcees like a local disease.

[-sense-]

l to a to m to the e
whats that spell
all ya'll.

[HëRbN]

Aight ima get back in on this,

My mic skills be so illin,
Theyve got a permanent prescription fo amoxicillin.
Now i aint no joker but i am a villain
so i wont think twice before i uppercut you through the ceilin'
No match, you rhymes are wack
and your flow lacks attack
N your styles more un appealing than rosanne smokin crack naked in the sack
Face it you couldnt come up with a badder rap if you had the time to walk the whole map
Yo breath reaks cause all you spit is crap.
While your busy mumbling and stumblin i run lyrical laps round metaphorical tracks settin many a mind trap
That lead you to collapse, droolin and dumb. you battlin career is over son its done..
you gave it your all while i was just havin fun.
But if you liked the abuse ive got more so come back when you want some.
N ill put yo rap game in a noose
or you can jus respec the skills n well call it a truece, chuck the duece n on my way out ima peep yo girls caboose....

Damn! that shit looks loose! ha hah

Peace

[Vice(Tre)]

lemme rhyme for this shyt
idk wht Herbn talkin bout,roseanne resembles the finest of chicks.....?
.........when im high from the piff
wit this rhymin, dog im just sick
have you bobbin to my lines,like silent bob in his sig^^
this is offa the wig
otha rappers be talkin bout "blastin the tools"
i'll just get them buttraped till they asses is bruised
or take the brakes from the wagon you use
crash when you cruise
and get a scar on ya face like tht cassidy dude
cuz they lyrics is poop and suck
youza chump, braggin bout you usin pumps
when a syringe in ya arm the only time you shootin up
useless fuck, quit the rappin
just anotha fuckin toy talikn bout you sick at graffin
cuz you did a tag in, ya hood and needed permission for the shit ta happen

[Sadistic.Child]

Fiyah!!

[Hobbes]

A seclusive recluse I’m quite elusive to the societal norm like
Abort the boards board it up with hoards of whores
Surely you'll score some scorage with scars to scour hour by hour
If the time was irrelevant you were surely on a sedative but that shit is
Irrelevant
Relating to the relations the statement was made in not but a station
Just waiting with patience
Trickle the drip would riddle your mouth for months but something else was up
Triumph the bounce if you could pounce out loud it would surely shout
So don’t cloud your clout with clouds that disperse the scene because the
Inebriated perception was something to see with a reflection of the inner..He would not be something to be left a lone with a lonely bone to stone the stogs ‘cause when temptation arose the grave would grace shades of grey for days but the hint of contrast was a blackboard with white chalk outlining erasers, fuck men who think they buff the buffer will not be the buffer between me and the stuff ‘cause no matter what the tangibility is something to touch fuck manageability when your on top of the bluff because you gotta front like you know your stuff when you don’t show a nut that can’t be cracked ‘cause you tossed at your friend named jack
cliché but hey its his name so don’t stray ‘cause hes got power, okay? Respect that shit and blood-up your face because if you don’t shut the fuck up they won’t leave a trace not that it matters anyway ‘cause the place was way too grey the shade was black now because the back down was a loud shout from a whimpering whine withering with time because the exponential wait would increase the taste like great…but the slate was wiped clean so the day was too mean to have meaning with the medium losing its meaningful meaning, meditate the alleviation of stakes because the steak would eat itself if the mouth could open but the designated meat was nothing but a notion to be quite lopid in its inane existence like mundane linguistics depicting inner visions of redundant missions not that inhibition was contingent but the continuous left over’s were yet to be settled cliff hangers meddled with metals like those damn kids winnin’ medals Scooby where are you?

i'm not cleaning this up...if you can't read it right, good.

[-sense-]

Why you frontin, your wack style you cant hide.
Its obvious in plane text that shits a lie.
You know my style is like when atoms collide.
Ill have you fuckerss clueless like your way to high.

["Riot"]

hobbies lead to habits,habits lead to addictions.
suspicions lead to arrests,arrests lead to convictions.
*****s become fam,fam help ya bail.
now they got my key,im almost free to leave.
hang up my suit,they gave me the boot.
out on bail,with the heat on my tail.
think they hidin,like im readin in brail.

[Tampering With Evidence]

In my life I guess I seen a whole lot
I know what it takes to get to the top
A lotta hard work and a lotta dedication
Self promotion and a lotta motivation
You gotta actually listen really hear me
Flow so sick I'm hooked up on an IV
It sucks going to jail and bein arrested
To me that poses a question
I like Hip Hop did that help me get cuffed?
Why is it if you're not a suck up you get snuffed
I may not be A.I. or maybe I'm not the answer
But when I talk it's more than childish banter
Half of you don't even have a flow it's just stagnant
Rhymins just a gift I have one in which you haven't
Somethin you'll never have or get
Trust me in these words I spit
Time to give it up, time to quit

[Hobbes]

tell ya the truth, im not gonna even waste my time
your rhymes disappointing like a corona without the lime in
who's next in line rhyming? cause im not gonna even bother
to try to hard with you or read your retarded rap slobber
you wrote to much, you need a greedy word robber,
to clean that shit up, cause less is always more
hang up your ticket up, just quit it chump, get out the back door
leave verses alone, go home, become a fuckin author

you aint oliver twist, flip the switch, you get no more
perhaps only me giving you the chance to explore
the remaining options - take you to the top floor
out the fire escape for you final escape, dont wait
to strapple the edge, the architects ledge, feel the wind
up the building on ya face, jump out off and embrace
your suicide, the chance of going to a better place...
to get away from me, cause its plain to see
that you cant even attempt to properly mc at me
look like your gonna flee, from me, cross the seas from me,
the stuff you spit aint even at a tolerable degree,
you cant disagree with me, i accept no pleas
so please, leave in ashes float away in the breeze
mathematics, your in numbered debris with triangular parenthesis
dont worry about me, its now the gods you should appease


i wrote half that then wrote the other half later when i looked at it again

1. This isn't the "diss the cypher above you" thread.

2. You ego trip like that in real life 'n you probably gonna' cause more trouble for yourself than what it worth, you're rhymes ain't so hot either buddy. (just friendly advice...)

3. Strapple isn't a fucking word

Grasp the gravity like gratify me with your discouraging hatred
I love it I'm bakin' with encouragement, hate it?
Shit I'm a blade thats serated sharp like your mothers face when shes hated
grin so loud you could think out loud with sounds like you ever even talk
about rappin' out loud?
Nah get down if you wanna’ clown around like a gracious pig
eatin' the lazy figs
because your Newton was lost,
like genius of cost
because you could only raise enough money to steal the rest,
and if you wanna catch an arrest
then I'm sure you'll be blessed
with the contesting contestant to not contest,
plead guilty yo 'cause when you finally get a show you know that no one is gonna show because they won't even know who the fuck your talkin' to,
like is you talkin' to yourself, reflection in the mirror, talkin' to you?
'cause that shit that you spew was like a dope-fiend gettin' sick like you know me? Don't act slick 'cause I bet you on that ego trip with white powder, like eat chowder 'cause you spend too much time on acting louder than your voice really is
Mines got mad timber, its mad limber, with rhymes to forever linger
I'm just comin' up quicker than you, bet you like 10 years older than me dude
probably wasted time in -high school- tryin' to rhyme -to be cool-
but the truth is you get schooled by 'fools' who just left school


(unwanted intermission)
but yo I ain't finished untill you are finished like a finishing on a finnish scale
redundant so you can feel the pale contrast between you and me, got that?
Learn fast so you can see that you be on some shit that is but a lil wee
like your prick you see, not to big because the deceit was exceptional
the exception was only for retinal’s like is you blind because you got no sentimental to group with your fundamental building blocks?
I guess you just got a lil too big in the head the knot would twist up like you
thought you was fed, but rather
the slow release would never increase your knowledge flowed too slow for you to see, sorry I don't have to make my shit look fine, I'm more about using my voice all the time, no matter how loud, whether I whisper or wither my voice to a diminutive nothing, I'm never gonna be frontin' so you might as well start huffin' 'n puffin', blow my house down, you wanna get down?

'Cause I challenge you right now.

What? Jealous? Or you just doped-up, 'n needed evoke some of your "e-ego"?

Oh, but whats most ironic "I'm not even gonna waste my time" ha...okay buddy, like you didn't just type a freestyle for me.

Maybe you actually spit some shit if you accept the challenge? I just recorded somethin' quick but it sounds like shit, maybe transcribe it later...

[Hobbes]

hobbes you trippin' B,
like you on a schizophrenic beat
talkin' to yourself swiftly
like no one noticed see?
so deceive the deception
and let the essence
relate the elevated relation
to constant constipation
of the mind
an aneurysm in time
with the ability to fly
so fucking tied
up with a tide
to wave away
the swaying waves
like commotion could motion
the commode into being a station for deep thought
the dried drought would seek a distraught thought
to think
like puking up knowledge into a sink
just to swallow it again
information no matter how disgusting, that shits your friend
only your only friend like know me, homie? don't make amends
I'm an amendment you can't mend with loans to lend
so if you attest this
than please,
reset this and rest kid
like constant axles that travel on wax
the friction would slowly detract
and subtract till the groove was just right,
the move was only moving on movie night
but absence was your type of abeyance,
obeying the hiatus like shit
this is the type of lame membrane wave
that will inevitably shame your stains
so don't rate the rain if you can't smell it first,
predict the quenching of your thirst
not hungry enough to feed my eatery
but rather steal the bread crumbs like thievery
I'm on a scene you see but you can't perceive it
because you would leave it
left
dead on the set the set up was not yet set
the table missing forks,
the plate breaking with your face aching to be placing
your complacence adjacent
to my thrills,
not here to brag about ills,
'cause if life gets to real then you can fill
in the fillin
with a shade
the color of your parade,
stomp through the town with no fucking grade
grains would fall
like drops dripping down the wall
but if you had no
relevant information to relay,
what the fuck could you say?

I tried to make this one as easy as possible to read...no cheap "fix that" but just line breaks...typing freestyles is bullshit though, sometimes there's a lil more to MCing than cliche rhyme-endings. Like assonance, alliteration, and other types of word play that aren't best conveyed on the internet. I doubt people even know how to properly pronounce certain words anyhow...kinda like how ill and feel aren't supposed to really rhyme but if you distort the word it can work.

[BosoeHNT]

I doubt people even know how to properly pronounce certain words anyhow...kinda like how ill and feel aren't supposed to really rhyme but if you distort the word it can work.

"ITS KICK TO THE CURB TIME, YOU A CHEAT LIKE NIGGS WHO USE THEIR ACCENT TO MAKE THEY WORDS RHYME."

Jakki disagrees haha...

[Hobbes]

"ITS KICK TO THE CURB TIME, YOU A CHEAT LIKE NIGGS WHO USE THEIR ACCENT TO MAKE THEY WORDS RHYME."

Jakki disagrees haha...

well I'd agree with jakki...thats not really my style, if you notice I rhymed "Ill" with "fill", but still used "feel" to distinguish the difference.

I also rhymed "thought" with "distraught" and "thought" because DROUGHT is pronounced differently, and I like distinguishing different words.

If I wanted to correctly convey my style on the internet via typing, I'd have to format it for certain people to understand.

But ahh, silly me, thinking I'd get props from bombing science just because I've been practicing my freestyles in real life. Gotta love those car rides where you can rap loud as fuck and not worry who hears.

[HëRbN]

haha right on man^ i feel ya. And the last time i gave props on some shit that someone spit i got dissed on haha. so fuck it.

Typing is most definately totally different than straight up freestylin. Takes you alot longer to type a word rather than just sayin it. And theres no beat behind so peoples flows are harder to pick up on.

[UnConscious]

it looks to me like vice got a vice grip on these rappers throats
tellin em to speak up just to hear they voice croak
they chokin on his rhymes n his lines are like three ropes
looped into a noose tied to support beams of three boats
and three boats are on the dock wit ciderblocks above they pedals
ready to meet the metal of deck floors for four scores in which he settles
once he gets the pin number to the account offshore
then funds transfer like vd's in the business of soft core

[vegimite on toast]

1. This isn't the "diss the cypher above you" thread.

2. You ego trip like that in real life 'n you probably gonna' cause more trouble for yourself than what it worth, you're rhymes ain't so hot either buddy. (just friendly advice...)

3. Strapple isn't a fucking word

Grasp the gravity like gratify me with your discouraging hatred
I love it I'm bakin' with encouragement, hate it?
Shit I'm a blade thats serated sharp like your mothers face when shes hated
grin so loud you could think out loud with sounds like you ever even talk
about rappin' out loud?
Nah get down if you wanna’ clown around like a gracious pig
eatin' the lazy figs
because your Newton was lost,
like genius of cost
because you could only raise enough money to steal the rest,
and if you wanna catch an arrest
then I'm sure you'll be blessed
with the contesting contestant to not contest,
plead guilty yo 'cause when you finally get a show you know that no one is gonna show because they won't even know who the fuck your talkin' to,
like is you talkin' to yourself, reflection in the mirror, talkin' to you?
'cause that shit that you spew was like a dope-fiend gettin' sick like you know me? Don't act slick 'cause I bet you on that ego trip with white powder, like eat chowder 'cause you spend too much time on acting louder than your voice really is
Mines got mad timber, its mad limber, with rhymes to forever linger
I'm just comin' up quicker than you, bet you like 10 years older than me dude
probably wasted time in -high school- tryin' to rhyme -to be cool-
but the truth is you get schooled by 'fools' who just left school


(unwanted intermission)
but yo I ain't finished untill you are finished like a finishing on a finnish scale
redundant so you can feel the pale contrast between you and me, got that?
Learn fast so you can see that you be on some shit that is but a lil wee
like your prick you see, not to big because the deceit was exceptional
the exception was only for retinal’s like is you blind because you got no sentimental to group with your fundamental building blocks?
I guess you just got a lil too big in the head the knot would twist up like you
thought you was fed, but rather
the slow release would never increase your knowledge flowed too slow for you to see, sorry I don't have to make my shit look fine, I'm more about using my voice all the time, no matter how loud, whether I whisper or wither my voice to a diminutive nothing, I'm never gonna be frontin' so you might as well start huffin' 'n puffin', blow my house down, you wanna get down?

'Cause I challenge you right now.

What? Jealous? Or you just doped-up, 'n needed evoke some of your "e-ego"?

Oh, but whats most ironic "I'm not even gonna waste my time" ha...okay buddy, like you didn't just type a freestyle for me.

Maybe you actually spit some shit if you accept the challenge? I just recorded somethin' quick but it sounds like shit, maybe transcribe it later...

once again you write to much
this isnt a freestyle, im just telling you
i use this for for fun i have no ego when it comes to this
i just like wordplay, none of these verses mean anything more than a quick go at having some fun with words on the net
but obviously you're too serious to realise this
btw strapple is a word
http://www.answers.com/strapple

just because it comes up underlined red dont mean it doest exist
ya fuckin tool

but yeah ill "battle" you, not right now though, i just came to check a pm and saw this
but keep ya eyes open for my reply, prolly in a few hours when i come back

[Hobbes]

once again you write to much
this isnt a freestyle, im just telling you
i use this for for fun i have no ego when it comes to this
i just like wordplay, none of these verses mean anything more than a quick go at having some fun with words on the net
but obviously you're too serious to realise this
btw strapple is a word
http://www.answers.com/strapple

just because it comes up underlined red dont mean it doest exist
ya fuckin tool

but yeah ill "battle" you, not right now though, i just came to check a pm and saw this
but keep ya eyes open for my reply, prolly in a few hours when i come back

I figured it wasn't a word because it didn't sound right, was underlined in red, and google, which you would think would have a more solid definition system, said there was no definitions. But okay, ya' got me...

"i just like wordplay, none of these verses mean anything more than a quick"

well maybe you should diss MCs who actually have verses that mean shit?

I realize its the internet, and more specifically bombingscience, but you'd think people who are 'addicted' to writing words would be a bit more respectful towards good wordplay. Maybe people spend too much time writing only 1 word...

and like I said, this ain't the "diss the cypher above you" thread so I wasn't expecting to get somebody knockin' my rhymes just 'cause I was in the mood to post something.

besides, its not like I'm going to just let someone knock me 'n not say shit when it comes to certain things. Example; someone goes over your throwup with a throwup, you go back over them, preferably with a piece.

[sketch3]

Stop being a bitch, its the freestyle thread.
More disses are flying around than fat chicks getting out in dodgeball

[Hobbes]

yeah well I'm that fat bitch that catches dodge balls
throw it back quick, watch your ass fall
all the calls will be in when I'm catchin' it hot
like spicy you thought it was something distraught
but I taught you like the student teachin' the teacher
leeching information out of you like can't take a new cloud to
heights so high raised up like the taste of a chicken thigh
breast taste better on lye, still talkin' 'bout the spicy buffalo wings
I just ate some and it made my tummy sing
now thats the shit, that is the THING
like rock solid flavor, get what I'm gettin' at?--
comin' back fast with a new kinda track to detract your focus
I'm rappin' without no hocus pocus
magic tricks are mysterys unsolved, my rhymes are just something
that needs to be dissolved
whip out the solvent, put in some salt and dissolve it
like sticks breakin' twigs I'm a lil bigger than a big
you can't even understand my shit because I'm the man made kid

whatever happened to the "diss the person above you" thread...thats where the stupid lil disses should go. I'm pretty sure thats why the thread was made, so people who are just trying to kill time dissing other peoples rhymes wouldn't piss off any members who actually take MCing somewhat serious...as someone pointed out awhile back in this thread, no serious MC should be posting here but shit I'm boreddd

[UnConscious]

yeah well I'm that fat bitch that catches balls to the face


debating whether i should put this in my sig or not...

["Riot"]

please just do it.

[Hobbes]

debating whether i should put this in my sig or not...

Its okay, I've taken balls to the face before...

(that ones from a movie! but I actually have taken non-testicles to the face before)

Chew up ya' nuts when I catch 'em 'cause I don't fluff, like ketchup!
Catch up to the theory, I fucking hate tomatoes...

[UnConscious]

heres my record guinness theory...
hobbs blows more fire hose than dennis leary

[Thread-Locks]

And sucks dick like a queer-y

[UnConscious]

thread locks head rots cuz his rhymes is weary
my punchlines explode ya flow like naval mines in lake erie

[Vice(Tre)]

ima fuckin jackass, at birth i shoulda been named eeore
cuz i run in project buildings to the 18th floor
and raped 3 whores
and left with them screamin behind me ''WAIT....RAPE ME MORE..''
tht made me soft, so i had to take detours
ended up at AC Moore
decided to steal painties for.....
my damn self ta paint these boards
old bitch came at me like ''have you no shame. pay for it and they be yours''
i smacked the shit out of her and said ''NO BITCH WTF you think i blaze treez for''
then them 3 whores from the rape catchin up,,
if this old bitch didnt make me stall
if i had spit game them whores woulda paid me for
the great meat balls
in due time there may be more....to be continued

[UnConscious]

to be continued... so i continue on with the story
proceed wit the raping deeds but step up on the gory
factor above fourty stories, push the whores n watch em soaring
down the the pavement, the rest of they days spent eternally snoring
pouring out they heads is that pink and red mush
that stuff that gets my lust up dick hard and bout to bust
i must get a taste so i run down the fourty flights in a rush
huffin and puffin, trippin n grippin railins, get cut from rust
my cut gushes puss, infected wit tetanus or hep C
say fuck it, continue on with the mission to get the
brains that been spilled and fill my cup like nestle
throw it in the blender and shred it like sigs of sketch3

DRINK UP

[Vice(Tre)]

and im drinkin up
lift the cup till it hits the mug and start sippin chunks
as my vicious cuts from the frikkin rust still drippin puss
ta numb the pain i start sniffin dust
think i need medical attention
but the scent of my breathe might get me put in sum federal detention
cuz im one of satans students
cuz these earthly lessons just made me truant
i execute any act of violence i feel like i was made a do it
kill a toy for taggin a ugly ass throw thts fake and stupid
take a broom stick,,,and stick it up his anal poop shift???
sick of takin bullshit.....make me wanna spray a fullclip
but i dont have a bullet ta use......

[UnConscious]

so i use a bullwhip
and i crack em in the back
toys dead bodies i stack
pack em in the freezer, 1 by 1 pull em out wit a axe and hack.
hack em to bits n throw they chunks in my mornin grits
eat em up while i heat up they organs in a pot of rotton corn to form some trips.
i rips the flesh n guzzle some rebutess to ease my stress
my chest burnin like sermons of devil preachers preachin to bless

[Vice(Tre)]

make sure ta scrape the bowl till im left wit nothin
snatch the blunt from ya sig and get ta puffin
just ta get E-high
i beat guys wit re-plys since i was knee high
while toys beat guys by gettin between thighs
you kno i got the best spits
next bitch, ta step get, they neck twist
and end up in Unconscious breakfast
take this word of Ad-vice from this cat vice
get slapped twice if u think you rap nice

[UnConscious]

no need to snatch the blunt, jus ask and i pass
be puffin this cali kush with the pope at evening mass
im leaving the past like immortal and im never coming back
until times stops, rewind my mind to times i rhymed hot and spit black
black tar under the stars and its gone in a flash
dash inbetween lines of rhymes that i design outta trash
recycle shit and spit dope, and rip hopes wen i breeze past
i beez rash, i get under ya skin and itch like beez ass
i sting and ring bells like ali and flee fast
cuz im not one to get caught by the peez, i steve nash
meaning im leavin the scene as im heaving ya splein, PASS!
watch as my 3rd meal bursts upon a pigs winshield and see CRASH!
haha idk im high

[Vice(Tre)]

when they crash ima watch as the pig chokes
debris and shattered glass leave em wit a slit throat
like i had crack in my mouth i spit dope
when i brainstorm tides shift and make big enough waves ta flip boats
lightning strikes to burn sails
of faggot seaman telin firm tales
you think my mufuckin verse frail??
you just mad cuz ya words fail
and mine shock writers like the 3rd rail
pass tht blunt blunt now.. dam where you make dat herb sale??

[La Coka Nostra]

catch a quick glimpse of the way i live
tall boy in the cup holder, blunt in my lips
thats just how i am. it's second nature to me
spend money like it's nothing, its just paper to me
and the weed is all green, its just safer to me
your weeds purple and gold? sound like the lakers to me
that's what i'm about, just chillin, being lazy
we call our weed jim carrey, cause that shit makes you crazy
im all grown. sometimes a blunt dont even phaze me
and fuck kanye west. i aint waiting for jesus to save me.


lmao...
no idea.

[Vice(Tre)]

welcome to the cyper scooby
someone hand a sniper to me
so i could take aim and snipe his kufi
you mad cuz i hit ya wifeys cuchi
and her screamin VICER DO ME
so i piped her smoothly...then laid back ta light a loosey
this guys a newbie
thinkin he hip hop cuz hes rockin nikes and coogi
attaches arrows to letters and claims writer status
whatr you some kinda groupie??
and ya rhymes a goofy
beside ya lines BS should design a sign..sayin CLICK HERE...
IF THERES signs of dookie
(dont take shyt to the head)

[vegimite on toast]

youll be metaphorically slain, categorically stored away
like videos in the video shop - rented out to entertain and portray
situations of disdain, ill have you feelin physical pain
laying tied to the rails screamin shit like "THIS IS FUCKIN INSANE!"
trains weighing 100 tonnes makes the rails strain, wheels set to maim ya brain
laying and wailing all the way, "please halt the express id rather lie here and decay!"
but shits too late, trains bound like ropes round you, set to seal your fate,
you just wait, ya got a date, with the midnight express,
death approachin getting you distressed, crushing up your head
train caridges are words running you over leaving you dead
just like sketch said before letting his words shread threads,
listen, its simple, its easily read brother
"you flirted with death, and shes be a sly lover"

[Jdip]

If a niga fuck wit me thats the end I hope he got a twin thats the only way youl see him again!!!


{Dipset Bitch}
<(o 0),,l,_

[UnConscious]

wen i spit it off the tip of the brain
im spittin trains
that resemble vegimite fantasies
leave your whitey tighties shit stained
wakin up from unconscious blows
my flows black you out like future results of john mccain
i barrack obama ya brain
wit my speach, im like a flame
your just oxygen n im consumin you lames
i feed off your hate, digest it wit my bile mind state
duplicate your style, send it back at you wit a hostile rhyme rate
i find you fakes and point you out to my troops
you get jacked like limewire and beat like fruity loops
my boots are knee deep in any competitors ass
fuck cash, i buck cats for suckin wit raps
you duckin fast
but like elmer fudd im jus fuddruckin your ass
throw you on a bun then i smucker your ass
your jelly, you get spread
your nelly, your spits dead
my spits lead, loaded into tommy guns that splits heads
like red seas, im like moses wen i speak
i got real hip hoppers followin my speech
wit lines out the show for like 99 weeks
like 99 techniques, im spittin wit such physique
im an able boddied rapper, while your wheel chaired wen you speak
your like antique botique, your whole style is just oblique
i shift forms and spit storms so call me mystique
your like a sheik strapped wit a hunder tons of c4 hollerin out shrieks
your just another dumb asshole followin dreams of 72 freaks
but ya shit aint unique, you spit the same dumb shit
comin wit crumblin spits
im comin wit slum shit that numbs wits
you succumb from my sun fists
i solar flare your polar lair
i kryptonite your superman stature wen my gun blitz
ya offensive line splits like spitz
you sunflower cats get cracked wen my tongue showers raps
i flip ya sons hour glass
spit rape like daddies deflowered past
took ya manhood wit canned goods, made u devour ur crap raps
and i tower wit raps
i power, perhaps i bauer wit snaps that slap shot your 5 hole, 5 inch pussy flapped gaps
collapse ya state of mind like a black hole
i smack those who oppose my rhymes and plaque foes
i hang ya head on my wall like taxadermy wen i blast foes
im aimin at bobcats that dodge rap battles and slob caps
you faggot emcees gettin lynched wit combat like black mob packs
u stand no chance in this rap game like a qaudruple amputee wit vietnam pasts
i bomb wit raps that shatter your stature like guam japs
my calm raps tsunami ya punani like 17 inch salami that balm chaps
ya lips grip the spit of my dick
my dick... you on that.

ease off

[UnConscious]

i spit raps quick and fist pack bricks
u punks that lip flap get hit fast, BITCH!

[-sense-]

I dont really know for sure about what i like
But all i know for sure is someones hype.

Yadda Yadda Yadda, next thing you know
Cat gets hott of the top and hes ready to blow.
You need to step back and just stop clickin
I can tell when you write rhymes your probally twitchin.
You like heat? Well get in the kitchin.
Theres fresh fish out side that need fishin.
Oh and while your at it, i know you can hear
Make sure to take a long walk off a short pier.

[vegimite on toast]

give the laughs a break, bloody like uncooked steak
kidneys spots makin my belly ache in a stich
looking like you sold in packages cause your cute and your kitch
cant even flip switches like i rock quick freestyle rap spits
leave your body split like a kitkat and left in a ditch

[vegimite on toast]

they be streeeeet sharks
sharp shark skins suits an skinhead street smarts
markin marks and standing up street narcs
lookin to boot pill window to window deals in street car parks
shits fasts laughs, like fat kids pulling up out paced in the race - dead last
vastly surpassed, like using a walkman tape deck cause your stuck in the past
its a farce its late so its pedestrian sparse, peddle crimes hard late night at last
under the dark in fast cars, embarkin stark naked is the way my day starts
harsh liquor in my cereal pitcher, see the way i eat beats ill have ya wish ya
got a boxed cereal breakfast like me brah, fuck pancakes, its corn flakes
in my bowl, take time, cause its mine wasting time on the dole,
no work for me i got a government pay roll paying no tolls just roll
straight thru all those, out the shower into clothes, out the door and into prose
shitting bricks and breakin nose, getting kicks and breakin bones
playin weird beats to weird lyrics on xylophones, end my day and come str8 home
gets the chop and sparks the cone, lay down nice and massage my dome
so tired that ive wired my own, you bet tick tock and set to explode like the collapse of rome
shit im glad to be home, so fuckin tired staying awake baked, shits fucked up my dome
put the sleep beats on and get me in bed just let me roam, dreamscapes in my dreams
fanciful escapes and screams, nightmares never bother me it seems,
inside of my brain guess what its sane, set to burst to the seams
ill attack you in teams, im unsavory, have you bound in slavery, shining my shoes til they gleam

[sketch3]

fuck all the street smarts,
of a street shark.
wont save u when the beats starts.
cuss ill rip apart,
a cheifs heart,
i dont spit rhymes i speak darts,
from my poision pen an my teeth sharp,
face it u cant defeat dark,

[Scheme*119]

what the fuck did i start with this street shark shit

shits getting out of control im about to quit

i cant rap

im mad white

il steal your bike

your dad is gay

and your moms a dyke


word, mc gusto, show em whats up

[vegimite on toast]

fuck all the street smarts,
of a street shark.
wont save u when the beats starts.
cuss ill rip apart,
a cheifs heart,
i dont spit rhymes i speak darts,
from my poision pen an my teeth sharp,
face it u cant defeat dark,
sketch 3 on the e-mic
ill have him split like peas - right
in soup underneath it where i will ignite
the gas head
pot on the stove top, your raps dead
shits boring, and thinly spread
dont cut rocks, they never bled
if* you want shocks, ill make sharp knocks to your head

[Thread-Locks]

Unconscious equals assclown, that's the verdict, hands down
A grifty motherfucker, that weighs bout 550 pounds
Cause he's on the internet all day, spitting his rap game
Wasting his life away, his rhymes are always the exact same
I hate you so much it's not even funny
It's like I'm a grizzly bear, and you're the honey
I eat faggots like you for breakfast, and you say "What?"
I'm like "Damn right I eat faggots for breakfast! Son, you're a cunt!"

[UnConscious]

thread's like the base head from menace to society
same shit? homie quit it, im spittin sick varieties
u just mad cuz ya rhymes grip dick and blow like test sobriety
if u got called out to a live battle ud drop dead from anxiety
u a bear now son? but ya metaphores aint even scary
ya metaphores are ordinary, ey everybody, ima pop this bitches cherry
my metaphores are scorched like carrie, hot to the touch n burn u fairies
on the contrary, my rhymes remain cold blooded like mortuaries
my tongue is like a gun, throwin bullets like bradshaw terry
each line that i spit, stick to ya mind like dingle berries
and my final punchline relates to ya Ms. Canary
cuz no rubber can stop me, im cummin through hOles like landis gary.

step off son

[vegimite on toast]

carrie got torched, you pulled that outta simile book
you emcee quick similes that you think are quick hooks
fuck me torchin you ill put the torch on you, your overcooked
its rookwood cemetery where youll be chillin with carrie
shitll be scary share stories of past glory days before i got
to the gory phase leavin blood on you like carrie before the blaze
pigs blood fresh from the butcher, kapp putsch ya
like nazis with rifles, unconscious goes unconscious - mouf been stifled
chloroform puts him to sleep for tommorows storm, you are gone
dead like i lyrically had gone an gat you, when im standin right here
blowing cigarette smoke str8 at you, scared still
unable to move like your a statue
any 12 year old eminem imitating motherfucker can match you
ill baseball bat you, starts rumors to make you slit your wrists
stop talking up im up top and your my subordinate bitch
if you persist ill grab the wires switch it between your tires
specially for the ignition switch, make that shit blow when you return to turn the key in it
admit my lines legit, your spits shit quick quit it, you emit no wit
kick no hot shit when you transmit it, the curb you bit it
cause were kickin your wack shit in garbage pit bins
your shits thin like the skin on tony hawks shins
cause that shit gets ripped in by skateboard lip spins
are you kiddins ill take your winnins not much for spendin
and shoppin my shits quick when its dropping ready to put stopping
to your mouth and your brain, seperate theres no exhchange chain
no thought lane no where for your spits to train
it straight out your brain on to the computer mainframe
where that shit gets ripped to shit, from the wit i spit
have your whipped and hit like a slave caught without a travel permit

[UnConscious]

vegimite is like a lite bulb with no filiment, hes useless
i spit contageous gum diseases that leaves u bitches toothless
im ruthless with records but im no bone thug in harmony
im an Eazy goin emcee spittin cyclone slugs at rates alarmingly

[vegimite on toast]

kapp putsch
thats a historical reference, but thats irrelvance for you
i decided to type out a quick verse to shout that
im not romeo i never planned to go or bid adieu
rhyming possibilities with this at ease is squared thats the little two
i tip my hat then spit on you, socially confuse you and your crew
spit shit you cant construe, brains too small to work it through
the speaks that easily leeks between my cheeks at you because its due
to my beats we'll feast on you for weeks, you bet this shit is true
in iraq ill freak them arab shieks by eating during ramadan
im all cultures cunt unlike the us planes who hunt, bombing vietnam
from the birth of hippies till it was ended in the seventies you shouldnt be at ease
that chemical residue got you popping agent orange itchies like your diseased
birth deformities napalm burning forests 500 hundred degrees
little girls running screaming in vietnamese PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
dont burn the trees chemicals and diesel fuel scent in the breeze
causing atrocities in communist cities like the japanese did when they
tortured those POW with expertize practicing torture methods practiced for centuries
since the early japanese dynasties, your shits dead cant spit your throats been shred with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease,
doctor of medicine degrees
hangin off my walls lined with wallpaper made of currencies
have you chriogenically freezed like walt disney for centuries
planning to be a visitor from past to see the future and how the earth will be
unforetunately for you, the earth gon be dead and thru
internal core just said no more and shit just fuckin blew
sent molten people and earth crust out into the blue
space and time gone too, black hole will snap you in two
like a kit kat konfectionary you eat on snack break at half past two
saving a trust fund for college so they can accredit you, a degree to accrue
diggin trenchs for the bare cash that your rents dont let you have access too
cunt your raps is thru, get off the imac hit the road jack THEY YELLIN BOO

[UnConscious]

not gonna lie that last verse murdered me

[UnConscious]

like how u stole immortals line, fronzen chriogenically for centuries

[vegimite on toast]

ill admit that
but it rhymed with disney so i though it was ok

[UnConscious]

yea it was a good verse. my mind is too blank right now 2 reply tho, i think its these meds i got from the doc today

beats goin to skool

[BAGS]

Bags that dude, who can stop him?
Nada, i'm a monster
Find your partner's noggin in your locker
Stop it, so if that rhyme didn't rhyme then you'd have a problem?
Nonsense, better believe that the kid is morbid
Cut your 4 limbs wrap them in tin foil and flush em down the toliet.
Step up and get destroyed, I bash mics
And leave half your crew at the end of the curb like its trash night
Better act right, you suckers can't rap tight, you're stupid.
Im the winner youre the loser, don't get it confused...

[vegimite on toast]

you say,
school sucks like the muck left all spits on tennis balls shits its dog drools
have a word that rhymes on each end like palendromic english linguistic rules
THAT I LEARNT IN SCHOOL
dumb cunts is
useless like cracking coconuts with out cuts from sharp borrowed tools
your like a baby wallowing unable to read the dictionary like your drowning in a pool
deep ended from a dyslexic mother unable to read the depth indicator ill see ya later
stay in SCHOOL

[sketch3]

im flingin vinals at ur kneecaps,
ima lyrical lumberjack, an ur veins pumpin tree sap,
wen i spit i get more groupies than if a dealer shouted ''free crack''
im an mc at heart, but i know how to beat scratch,
fuck any mic to give me feedback,
words iller than stds that nasy freaks catch,
their so grimey my flow turns my teeth black,
im omnipitant,the dark ages wwas just a breif nap,
ahead of my time, i need to repeat that,
i predicted that weezys cds wack,
during the last supper, i mentioned to jesus '' it needs more street tracks''

[vegimite on toast]

back track that fat track, on pc screens sketch 3 and me mc like we are black
like we got the contrast turned up to max the danger level when shaq on attack
slamming bballs like we paint walls ***** we did that, have twin tower falls
to your knees and scream back, i dont want to mouth that black gat
i am incapable of opening my fat trap, might as well get needles from the hay stack
stitch your mouf crazy like you was never able to speak back, treat you mean
cause your lyrical menu is straight wack, im not eating your rhymes ill send that shit back
cause that shit lacks the qualities of a expertly delivered rap snack
gordan ramsey up in you restaurant trying to put your missed foot back on the road to dope tracks
get your raps chronic like fat dime sacks, have you cream your jeans like the weed mentally axed at you
got you metaphoriccally rolled in a blunt with weed from a satchel dude
im comin at you, true, to blast my rap stats at you, never lost a knockout bout since my internet debut

[sketch3]

yo if u had half the brains of me n vegimite,
inside ur head u might,
survive,insted of getting vamped in the dead of night,
only he could shed some light,
on how i slice cunts like bread and knives,

[vegimite on toast]

sliced like bread in the packet this semifreestyle rap spit
will leave ya dipped like pcp filter free cigs in mouf of a crack addict feindin a hit
cause that cunt quit, only nicoteen and time this time to make it, to quit shit
FUCK, I/CANT/SIT - still, down benzodiazepine follow the line of my spine pills
my rhymes kill, likea knife cut the crack on jack after he got pushed by jilll
down the nursery rhyme hill, pay you to stop with a fresh bill
waste a hundred on not hearin any one else spill their verse be lacking skill
blast a fat verse ina shot at you till your attempts to rap is thru like drills
coming thru metal str8 back at you to attack you crew leave you without aptitude
feelin the friction like my dick in your girlfriend without no lube,
barren like the felopian tube of a desexed testosterone filled to the gill girl turning into a dude

[ESKiMO2]

My life is dangerous, fuck poetry and rap
I get liquid potassium chloride right from the tap

Just something I thought of while bored haha

[vegimite on toast]

that shits straight wack, unlike me my fresh shit straight from my rhyme tap
ill have you boxed up outfoxed yup, ready to be sent back
to the korean factory at
the southside district with toy plants that, should have gone into combat
making shit that explodes better than IED's made by terrorists in iraq
on sat nav vision, collisions will leave your words compounded
have you throw the white flag bright in the night cause you surrrounded
dumbfounded wondering how i lyrically assassinated you, ass twice in that word
i got one for you too, buttcheeks i got two, brown eye your eyes, ill show you the view
one can two caps, one dick two hats, battle raps leaving cunts worn like a knapsacks do

[framin-It]

typin rhymes that are sharp and come to a point
im diggin unconisicous sig, Krisp Green Ganja tight rolled ina joint
altho i dont smoke i know the feelin, i get high of paint fumes and the lyrics i be kickin
a drum kick and dope beat, thats all you need to get your head bobin
turn up the volume up 100%, so loud your ear drums will be throbin
watch the people lose themself in the words you chose spit
music is a unaversial language we all understand it
thats why were here is it not?


hahah somthing small.

[Tampering With Evidence]

Rhymes so sharp you think my tongue is a razor blade
Rhymes so hot you duck for cover in the cool shade
Kronic, Gin, & Ganja together relieves a lot of frustration
But I do me and you do you so no need for any complication
Fist fights, chill nights, and my KGG familia
Watch out kids we got each others back we'd kill ya
Just playin shit ain't that serious, but these aren't lies
I sever them ties and let my eyes realize
Cycle of life gotta go through birth to 6 feet deep
Live life now you never know when it's your last sleep

Too early

[vegimite on toast]

police man got me on the runnnn

you didnt smoke weed yet you know the feelin
thats like designing a floorplan for your bedroom ceiling
attempts are kneeling and ready to topple adieu
verbally mop you like shop owners in nyc streets do
top you like bottle tops in factories that get screwed
ill wreck you get priests to bless you so at heavens gates you will get through
fresh like an uncupped breast or a fresh brew pour out the tap blue cause its fresh tooheys new
we'll get you, pursue you, hire a lawyer to sue you, leave you legally subdued unable to pull clues
cause your minds blew, scooped out from where them hats ilch ona jews
head, im like a racehorse fast and thoroughbred you're a mut mixed parents should have got fixed unable to spread seeds burnt like weed leaves from weed trees that you talking about before but never even seen these

no serious, to the dude above the dude above me

[Scheme*119]

his name is nick, hes got a tiny dick, he likes to fuck men, cause girlies make him sick



eh, i tried