Sick i got something yall will love For nostalgias sake, ill let this one drop. Like a gum drop, into my hand on a christmas eve, before i needed a wishlist to believe, better years were ahead of me, before i dreaded thee, turn of each calendar's pages, yeah before i succumbed into each of my challengers rages. Our mom's called our names not cellphones, so called kings never held thrones. Back when urban legend was law, and only chicken little was waiting for heaven to fall. There was never a difference between nike or reebok, and the fastest hands were on thee clock. Before the g-shock, we'd rock, starter backpacks and knapsacks, peeling snackpacks, right before recess, we'd rest, naptime was thee best. Now i can't see rest, without barks like dmx, on my metro p.c.s., people blowing up the landline, like a landmine, look at the damn time!
Noise keep on comin like a over worked porn star Got more paper than illegals registering for a green card A whole book of rhymes that weighs over 9 tons This is just one rhyme from page 381 I stay fresh to death like I comit suicide with Febreze Your girl dont wanna talk she just wanna get on her knees Flows stay trendy Leave *****s with envy Check the rhymes dog I go hard like DagonBall Z You *****s cant see me I melted your lenses Complicated like forensics Stick close to your trends kid
Bitch ***** who!!!!! Quote the ***** who said THAT! Just mad cause your fuckin rhymes is garbage as hell, played out, unoriginal. GTFO!
omfg, reni and ruff. me and riss where on some type raw shit, and this happened for the 232,000th time. make a fucking official battle already please. -> reni anyways, this rick ross, rip off, has the heart to spit his lips off, but unfortunately his shits soft, like a B.S. activist, slipped laxatives, in his drink so the fact is this, just practice bitch, stick to the pad like a virgin on her period, hear me kid? spend some time in the hyperbolic chamber, don't type, and frolic in danger, this my fucking court, order, order, i sentence you to report to a tape recorder, before your, next visit to this thread. who feels me?
fuckin pussy didnt even quote my "bite" make the battle official faggot. I'll only need 6 bars to beat your ass.
when you use the word faggot so casually you should recall your sexuality in actuality your homosexual and ill put you on life support, period a fruit AND a vegetable like you were on the nutritional pyramid take those 6 bars to prison, drop em in the shower vicinity theyll do more than beat your ass, theyll take your fuckin virginity
i already battled you and beat you so fuckin bad everyone on the forum told you to stfu lmao @ eskimo2's diss to reny... hey reny battle eskimo2 you suckass mofo
these days sitic needs brain rug burnt knees and sheets stained beats bang sun came one down some went somehow all one now worldwide collision despite mechanical precision tyrannicals providin provisions no bitchin just take what your givin shut up and listen or get edited and discredited i glisten while gleaning the system is stricken gotta pay just to pay for tuition assume the position lowest on the totem pole not forever though i know ill grow i gotta lot to give steam to blow seeds to plant it's time to go feed the rats take our work back and cheese the cats who fat i'm good at the books thats black cast hooks have to slay a worm in some way to get what you earned someone gets burned just a picture left a friend who resides in an urn proof you don't always get what you earn lessons are learned time after time tables get turned a fables become able to over-run angels angles are worked endangered bengals are murked and people are species of feces believe me we three went back to get a hat got jumped by ten and made it out without a scratch
@ parasitic, i like the beat, shits ill, but the lyrics were too stream of conscious if you know what i mean. ups though. here's some shit i started writing today, enjoy; apparently battle rap is the most accepted form of the art, so i let my words and verbs in turn, swarm at the mark of start, inserting poetic octane, trying to knock shame, not pain, or envy of who got fame. i
This ***** got selective memory. You beat me in round 1. To my 8. gtfo. All you do is dick ride any***** who disses me. Like some little 12 year old bitch who loves soulja boy.
good shit. your flow is dope. just sometimes you try to get too complex with shit. simplicity brings brings better reaction. its good to be somewhat complex with metaphors and shit but you gotta make sure everyone is gonna understand what youre saying as you spit. whats this shit with para and reny, stop being bitches, you only have a drop of talent, if any, i could spit some shit to rip you up, let my mind fuck you all and bust its nut, but i look at your rhymes and say for what?, im a purebread rapper and im tired of destroying you mutts.
little toy you always mention soulja boy dont try that shit on eskimo go ahead and test him tho ive beat you mo that 9 times i beat you every motherfuckin time you cry every motherfuckin time weed you buy and get thyme every motherfuckin time and bite a line somewhere in every rhyme.... you's a fish!
In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground my momma said most of my days chilling out, maxing and relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of school when a couple of guys they were up to no good started making trouble in our neighborhood i got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said your moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air i whisted for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah, forget it yo home to bel-air! i-pulled- up tp a house about seven or eight i yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later looked at my kingdom i was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air
That was the dopest freestlye I EVER heard. Shit flowed like a river. Props ***** CANT NO BODY TOP THAT. Not even me.