haha im not startin beef. Im just in here to fuck around. I just got done paintin a while ago and i have nothing to do.
hidden keep your opinion to your fucking self there bud you come in here saying shit about spitting why dont you and ur sitting infront of a computer screen to goof so think befor you speak
i like the guys that talk the lies like we cant see the world through your eyes arightt man listen your sittin in your kitchen on your brandnew computer, scooter, stop bitchen your home again, do you have any friends? stop tellin these people off again and again. your doin the same thing man dont you see you can type on your computer but can you rock and M-I-C its unlikly not un like me who never will be an m c beatin you mericilessly i dont even know if thats a word maybe its just something i heard but, for real shut the hell up no one wants to hear your thugangster stuff. all for you hidden... just incanse there was confusion no im not talkin to you entry
So I added more today... Now let's take it back and learn a little bit of history The bliss, the kiss, it's all nice but what it meant to me Is a metaphysical mystery, it's a mist of mastery Of past lasts standing in stark contrast to platters of flattery I was wondering where she was, why wait with no stakes And nothing on the line, time didn't matter, I knew I could always make It up and take the piss out of anyone who said I couldn't Who said I wouldn't learn the should's and shouldn'ts of What I was living, righteous flights and robes flatter the flapping Wing of human gods and crowds, the clapping And shrouds of trapping gasting raps, which brings me back to my point Now I'd like to have a night's right to be bright, but it's a joint Venture, it's mental, because she lives in my head But she's real and unreal, she's here and everywhere, instead I like to think that she's in me, I'm hers and she's mine But never associative, it's cross-calumny, crimes In pack of dimes but nine cents is all it took to book it I snook a look and she bent light, crooks crack back crooked And I sung songs to sorry summers spent walking wonders And talking under dead breaths, lead steps, destinations asunder It was my mind on one side, heart on the other, and I wish I knew That I was just a few steps away from being blown to something new But she never told me, she only watched and laughed, digital, pivotal Visible surreptitious smiles, she radiated, but that was typical And yeah, I can't help but notice it, it ropes my attention Chokes notes, messages of a dwindling destined tension Past aghast, tasks masked under dusty, rusty glassed backs Of peers and fears, tears cheered, weird queers and yeah I passed With flying colors, although they were just gliding, I was just minding My time and finding the rhymes in me to fill me with chiming senses of spined repentances to make sense of these seemingly senseless sentences, sent to straighen out spiring sprees Or spring gamboling, frivolously dwindling down the hours Until I could see her again, but I didn't know she'd just flower behind blind backs, she'd astound me with light tracks A capella, breezy instrumental stencils an easy voice that backs choruses of forces and sources unknown to anyone voiceless And noiseless, anyone that toys ploys for the choiceless I think she loves me, and I did ever since I knew That this girl doesn't exist yet, and her name is you..
hood rich sucka you fucken niga open your eyes its the last time i say it ill cut your fucken neck for a penny thats how it is in montreal city we do play, we do ball all you do in your hood, is playing whit your ball dont ever come back at me cause its gonna be a 6 in yo tree call your back up then call the police ill; be there waiting whit my homie fuck you. and riot i think im done whit you what your saying makes no sense, and your flow suck stop fucking around cause your fucking whit the wrong person look its a 3v1 you the lil bite bitch sketch 3 the lil duck and hoodrichsucka the one who got pistol whiped you know how it works i raped you since you were born in this game, you cant buy respect by doing porn i think you dont understand, cause all you do, is showing your ass ill kill you put your rest in a box, wait till you become ashes then i just shit in it and give the rest to your krew know that you know the trut shut up and keep fuckin your dudes.
Not even gonna wait for my boy HoodRich to respond gonna squash this bitch like I'm fuckin King Kong huge fucking words run straight through your cerebral cortex complicated rhymes swirling through your mind like a vortex nine out of ten times your rhymes don't even rhyme here's a bit of advice - rethink the end of each line here's a little example - cat rhymes with bat dog rhymes with hog, fat rhymes with sat and if this were in person I'd fuckin beat you with my gat see? it's easy, so long as you have half a mind woah, my bad, with you that might be hard to find Monor runs his mouth in ways that seem ill-logical while me and my fucking dudes are up in here being prodigical no hate, no beef, no need to get all twisted but to be perfectly honest, if it were insisted I'd probably step on your throat until you turned a nice shade of blue there's no reason to mince words, I'm fucking done with you.
most fools in here spit shit thats not belivebe, while i do shit thats unconvievble, like stickin needles, in kids thats remedail, dont wanna know what state ill be leavin you, might show u just wat a meat cleaver do, i can tell you leakin too, can see ur blood bleedin thru, your jacket, cant do jackshit, cept take a crack hit, you wack bitch think we all know who im talking too '' open your eyes its the last time i say it ill cut your fucken neck for a penny''-LAME
Wow you can't ANYMORE whack with that? well see. I grew in the 740,makin that dough,dreamin of ridin some chromes. That shit all turned around I'm rockin a rough life,sportin this knife. I'll slice ya throat,make ya bleed all ova that brand new coat. You call me a hoe,but still never told me how I bit necro? Here we go,watch my style grow. then watch your flow go right out the window. Get respect by doin porn? Only porn I be doin is makin ya moms gag on my dick,its pretty fuckin sick to see the shit i do. But you talk stuff about me and crew,what you gonna do? Type me letta? full of gramma mistakes. Were not here to cause beef. Only here to take ya place,end ya fuckin race. no need for a more bitches like you, I told you along time ago you were through,I mean listen to me kid,there aint no stoppin me,you see? I'm far from a g but one hell of a mc,Be what you wanna be. maybe one day you'll see you livin the life of a bitch. You gonna grow up a snitch. Now step up ya game before I throw ya in the flames. My ryhmes be about threes times aslong as yours. Your in for a spankin,leavin ya ass sore. You can't step up to me,I open new doors to expose the core. Hopin the next generation will explore my words. Hopin I get heard,But in the mean time. stick to bein a bitch,But I'm out. Gotta go make ya mums puss smell like sour krout.
sheet just relised monor dssed mee, monor you a snake, like a sidewinder be, could be behind a tree, aimin on blindin me, i aint declinin beef, but bitch should rewind his teeth, cus he's inclined to speack, from inside his cheecks, an im not talkin about his mouth, go down south, see were all his shouts, come out,
the insicion of my intuition is the apolocypse. the decision is not wise and infact im rocketship. pack a lip, and watch it explode. implode inward. no sex from the doctor. ill cut u up take our u labido. feed u amino acid u lack attraction. infact son. im back son, im imfamous, delisouse and raw. u saw what i can do and drew a picture for you. u still couldnt see what i saw instead. u stole my lines and rymes and bread. i am the master disaster reborn and grew faster. ur nothin to me but a fake emcee with uglY bichtes. ill put u in stiches and engulf the richest from everyone. u cant touch me im the best, better then everyone..
entry fuck you...you find another post where i don't spit so know what you are talking about before you talk shit and i think what i said was don't just sit in front of a comp screen playin the e-thug game quick keystyle in a hip hop race, i am never in second place i never will fall behind, when i spit it, you press rewind i am second to none i'll lynch ya ass, and leave ya hung i'm not playin beef no more i'm done man, i lost count on the score i don't have to act like a thug online to fill me up with pride inside thats just not me, i am who i am but you talkin shit you don't know, damn you gonna have to study, and bring a better plan i'm just statin an observation verbal assaults crush you with penetration they crumble each one of your stations you acted too quickly, you weren't patient my shit spreads quicker than a flu at a hospital i'm unstoppable, you are undroppable my flow is uncoppable whack ending...but hey it's a keystyle
my minds money orientated verses overly creative, thank god he made this, as the nightfalls i hear the curtains call close em, moonlight shining demons crying mad confusion as i gasp the heavenly air soon to be lurking dust im out of ideas ill get back latttttttttter
wow, this is the exact same thing you spited 2 rounds ago ill step up on your right now ill play your your fucken knocked head, and see what happens id love to see your face explode and have a peice of your brain on my head that would make me feel alive , a psycho laugh your talking about gun, you dont even have one if you do have 1 point it at me, ill just wait till you shoot you dont even have the balls to point it at me cause your a mama's boy, and all the reals in here know it by the way niga before talking about my ''gramma'' the right way to write it is g r a m m a r