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Respect: 6.5
Posts: 1,250 Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: madtown, wi
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02-06-2003, 04:30 PM
Sorry Hangman, I musta opened the page right before you posted. I went off Dez.V's rhyme.
before tha sword mic cuts ya throat.......... Lost, remote, takin in water now ya sinkin ya boat/ My coat of arms saves lives like I'm makin ya float/ And ya betta know, don't tote ya rhymes wit you/ If a cat "freestyles" a written flow then I got beef wit you/ Issues that need resolvin comin through it's pitiful/ An I hate ta battle, but I will if I got too/ I got you if ya free so I'll be backin-ya-up/ Spitten off the top of the dome when ya up-in-the-cut/ Even if it sucks, you tried instead of writen-some-stuff/ Don't bite-n-come-"ruff" that's shit's the definition of wack/ Work on ya verbal, now I got ya back/ So just spit rhymes grab dimes an puff on that sack. Keep this thread hott yall. Peace. |
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02-06-2003, 07:30 PM
I got something to say, here on the tip of my tongue/
It's tough to play when the game's over and done/ Sick as sun, sick as the child, sick as denile/ Sick as the wickedest shit-talker ever been on trial/ But now I'm here, judge, jury, and executioner/ The nation's forsaken cuz they got beef with lucifer/ That's my que, steppin up to the pew, and say a prayer/ Cuz when the the world goes to hell, I won't be there/ |
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Posts: 1 Join Date: Feb 2003
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02-06-2003, 09:02 PM
is this a noob site for mc'in?
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02-07-2003, 01:23 PM
Yo figured I'd flow on from Xeno's topic of hell. Here goes..
So when this stanza's* done I hope to see another morning / But I wouldn't count on it, coz shit, the sky just started falling. / Got off the elevator, down to the seventh level* / No prayers can save you players, slap hands with the devel / See him drawin' aces to beat the four kings / Dealing from a pack of lies, flexing them wings / Still, solid spits can't shift the ruthless / Your hardest shit can never bridge these suphur pits / Brother, brother man, can you see the real shit? / Or you still stuck, other side'a that time rift? / * stanza= verse. * 7th level lowest level of hell, for warlords etc. |
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Respect: 4.5
Posts: 914 Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Boynton Beach, also Orlando and NYC
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02-07-2003, 09:01 PM
dog meat delete ya post in here man.. this aint got nothin to do with battles its a cypher thread.. if you come on to a thread, please have the courtesy of reading what its about.. being new here is not an excuse, but ill allow it for now.. so get that out of here and drop it in the newbies thread or drop a cypher verse..any ways, time to follow off of the last cats...
see me peer through the rift, when i spit time shifts/ dimension walls weaken after just one of my lines hits// throwin off the whole matrix of things so savagely/ wether or not its fantasy/ depends on how well your balance be// its not all what it seems, our lives are puzzles, wrapped in enigmas/ the theory that death is end, furthers our stigmas// forget moving up or down our goal is to move toward/ what we want, but sometimes you have to step back to move forward// standing in the middle of time and space as it unfolds/ around me i stick my swordmic in the ground, and hold it down proudly// invincible swordsman, lyrics sharper than any blade/ prepare more than surf boards when razorbrain spits the next wave/// |
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Posts: 10 Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: tAmPa aReA
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02-09-2003, 04:13 PM
razorbrains topic got me goin insane//
i cant process it, its makin me get headpains// the computer screen getin blurry every now and then// oh wait its cuz i aint got my contacts in!!// anybody out there watch the dunk contest on TNT??// with that nasty thru-the-legs richardson won easily// and just before that in the rookie/sophmore game// he did some mad shit that added to his fame// knocked the rock off some cats dome// then dropped a 3 to take the sophmore win home// cant wait til tonight when the real game begins// even though almost all the time we know the west wins// its kinda funny cuz Yao Ming startin ova Shaq// maybe he'll show the east his Chinese attack// man im hungry so im out... i need my rice snack// chek j richs dunk that won it all.. fukin nasty reverse behind the legs... oooooooooooohhhhhh |
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n-fLo reppin tAmPa.. he frees and breaks too// dont matter how good you are he'll still battle you// o wait i take that back...im still a new cat on the scene// but watch yo back.. it just might be you who im murdering//
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Respect: 6.5
Posts: 1,250 Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: madtown, wi
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man im hungry so im out... i need my rice snack// -
02-09-2003, 07:00 PM
You know what Talent's about.........time ta make a nice track/
Flip this back, react, cuz I spit Precyce facts/ Entice cats, now they buyin my raps for a mere Buck Fifty/ Ya wit me? Instantly I.M.U. grip Razors tempting/ Venting cuz life for the T.'//.C. intensely gettin hectic/ SDMC and KFK battled so there's no one left ta mess wit/ No rest kid, cuz it's time for the Freestyle tourny/ Turn these corners searchin for Dez.V, now three/ Feel the winding of the story well below Sub Z/ Duckin and dodgin below the sea got the Soviets wit me/ We chasin the enemy, spittin Madd ferociously/ Attrociously dangling, worryin bout my deadly Kavity / Gravity pulls me off, damage my Ak weaponry/ But my Angel Blinks death, so don't step to me/ I hit the beat and begin ta Boogie, poppin for free/ Ya search me, but I'm standing Smoothly concealin my Blaze tree/ Can't faze me, I'll Dazzle an audience, simply amazing, Stylz crazy/ Morph ta phase three, spit flames at 1,987 degrees burnin leaves/ Surgery got me away, one point I wanted ta Hang emcees/ But now I'm chillin, eatin Poptarts, sippin on Listerine/ Mr. Clean ain't got nuttin on me/ My Awe-Dio sounding like a true Master of ceremony/ Count back from three cuz I'm bout ta Roc this beat/ Stomp ya feat this Wizdum assembly about ta Deal defeat/ I will retreat hypothetically, but my Kinetic Thawts won't retreat until victory/ Sacred text inquiries tell me these.......... HypeSpun strategies, they more for topical, less for battle techniques/ Discrete Flawless StyleZ be necessary equipment for Blazin emcees/ But blessed be anybody non temporary, cuz shit talkin cats make battlin necessary. Damn, that was a lot of names and I was just gettin tired..........maybe I'll make another........add on to it.... ......or someone else can do it........Either way, it doesn't matter. Tell me what yall think. Oh, and if I forgot to put your name in their, sorry bout dat. Peace. **EDIT: I added to it some more (about 7-8 bars, maybe more later) |
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02-09-2003, 08:16 PM
damn that was phat... does take sum skilz to do that... n/j man
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n-fLo reppin tAmPa.. he frees and breaks too// dont matter how good you are he'll still battle you// o wait i take that back...im still a new cat on the scene// but watch yo back.. it just might be you who im murdering//
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02-09-2003, 11:09 PM
yo dogg that was insane
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saggy tits,lol, dyno and skitz, 2 MC's whos spits blitz,//
no tricks, fuck wit L$C well chop you into two Bits.// ~LSC - Lethal Street Convicts - Dynamic - Skitz - Merge MC - Ill' Jester - Gina Stylz - Johnny D~ |
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02-10-2003, 12:20 AM
yep pretty sick
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02-10-2003, 04:42 PM
life or death, choose now. dont enlist, protest./ No sleep, no rest, come correct, step to the contest / Subsequent to mic checks, rhymes burn bitches like napalm / Dropping the A-bomb, turn the muthafuckin' heat-on / Check these lips spit precise, profuse, profound politricks / Shoot from the hip, never stutter when I rip the deep shit / A full western ecclipse, wit-ness crumbling metropolis / become a Necropolis, suckers sanction the apocolypse. / Hands become cold as the nightmare unfolds / But fingers remain to maintain tight mic stranglehold / Bush and Blair will flex and try to auction our souls / No amount of bloodlust can blind these eyes to they real goal / Where the black gold runs, where the foes wanna jack / Well listen up close while I bury the axe / In they backs, when we singin', straight bringin' the facts / React, smack whack trickers caught in the act / Scapegoats get smacked-up, as cash stacks get racked-up / Creating bogey-men, try and frame the whole act-up / Now feel as the force driving the gears amounts power / recite you rights, emcees unite, to fight on zero hour...
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Respect: 1
Posts: 14 Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Adelaide
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to fight on zero hour -
02-11-2003, 04:40 AM
the hour is now and I came to rip it,
dont mind it when ya mum asks me to unzip it. Im the lyrical genius, its an elusive exclusive, i can beat ur rhymes no matter how abusive, obtrusive, tonights the night when I show u my power, come on now said this is the final hour come on and listen to my dissin thatll glisten, non of ur ass kissin and hissin thats missen im a lyrical assassin come to wipe out ur rhyme ull all be gone soon, just a matter of time... |
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be prepared to be beaten down,
im the thunder from down under, i dont listen to hip hop, r&b or rap, its all about having talent and letting you people know where ur at. 'dont smoke, hate dope, dont laugh at dirty jokes, got a mum and a dad, only ones I ever had.'rhubarb |
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Respect: 4.5
Posts: 677 Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Vancity
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02-11-2003, 05:04 AM
what fuck y'all, it's always lyrical this lyrical that..
i'd rather hear ya talk about spirits n' crack.. (spirits as in liquor) as a matter a fact, i'm smokin this doobie.. u aint a genius or an assassin, u just a joke n' a newbie.. haha... jus playin, i'm bored... but for fuck sakes, would y'all please stop using "lyrical", it's the most over-used, played-out, useless fuckin word used in rappin... it sounds stupid, especially when ya use it over, and over, and over, and over, and........... peace. |
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Location: Adelaide
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02-11-2003, 06:44 AM
I agree... just realised I used it twice in the same post
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be prepared to be beaten down,
im the thunder from down under, i dont listen to hip hop, r&b or rap, its all about having talent and letting you people know where ur at. 'dont smoke, hate dope, dont laugh at dirty jokes, got a mum and a dad, only ones I ever had.'rhubarb |
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02-11-2003, 08:12 AM
i talked about the coming time to make it official/
send niggas with pistols and mental issues/to get you/ and they wont miss you/ every tip can hit you/ split you/ pay your baby moms to slit you/ my styles like your feminine side you wont claim u got it/ get red dotted and spotted leave your skull dry rotted/ flip things had to stop it/ now its lyrics for a profit/ skill level got too heavy and i was forced to drop it/ so ahead of my time your stop watch cant clock it/ booked the game and charged it now its time to lock it/ and you should think twice about who your facin/ dudes step to me and lost hand and eye cordination/ suffer abrasions body parts need replacing/ gazin/ as a life sentence hits its destination/ miss on occasion/ but thats barely flesh grazin/ next ones dead am so theres no retaliation/ pop like im breakin nigga i aint talkin ozone/ im talkin ricocheting of the walls in your fams home |
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