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03-19-2003, 10:49 AM
joker's a joke who only stains his own bed//
no beef, vegetarian verses unrehearsed in my head// you didnt fire lead because you rather play dead// and roll over wit your dawgs, stay in the 1 bar cypher instead// Skits cant follow directions, couldnt read since his 1st presence// every sentence invented i fell asleep like detention// raian better than Em?....i guess so if you like to pretend// take the bitch out of your spits and speak to me like we men// civic gets twisted and banned for life from the whole district// wit that flipper/skipper 50 cent written shit, ill drive ur azz off a cliff bitch// Razzle's a comedian wit nothin but punchlines// please...i'll put ur rhyme between the 6 and the 9// and eat em both up, do us a favor and find// another name because the 1 you got should be a gay-on-fag crime..... peace yall.... |
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03-19-2003, 02:34 PM
yo, a while ago i spit and it looks like im dissin civic, but it was a diss on gorganus, who i guess deleted his post, just so u know civic, cuz otherwise my verse doesn't make much sense in the beginning.
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03-19-2003, 03:02 PM
since you showed up, i guess i'll diss "you too"//
break the joshua tree and pass a branch to you// mothafuck mothafunky, every word i heard's junk// everytime you lie down, you wakin up in a trunk// eyes glued up wit crust, wit your notebook in your butt// since you're dyslexic, be sure to up the fuck shut// |
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ta bboy i/self -
03-19-2003, 04:04 PM
check out dis nicca who tink he can spit quicka//
he may have big words but mah ego jus bigga// nicca look at mah ass//kiss dis ass// imma spit so fresh and so clean like i were one of em' outkast// out massed im spittin' so fast// with so much agility you can neva keep up wit me// betta than notorious b.i.G i be spittin' most of da beef// like a jinx..its you ill-give-a-disaster// put you in a headlock ish yo kneck that ill-give-a-fracture// with my spits felt-deftly//my style felt-hefty// mah words makin u cry at night u gon pray "God Please Help-Me"// |
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"Only God Can Judge Me" - TuPac
In L i f e, Love is never Planned Nor does i t happen for a reason But when the L O v e is Real It becomes y o u r Plan for Life and y o u r ReAsOn for Living |
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03-19-2003, 06:02 PM
these just look like big words cause you have no vocabulary//
i havent even begun to get deep, this light shit you cant carry// you can act like outkast, biggie and that ni99a on your avvy// even God cant judge me, cause i AM God to your whole family// i wouldnt look at ur azz if you were stripped and buttnaked// aint even in my degrees yo, so find another playa to start hatin// your spits are left-empty, your style is felt deaf-ly// cause i dont hear that BS, did i just say that?...yes definitely// draw X's in your eye cavities, flash and walk past your whole crew// like what u wanna do?....youre through...tongue-kissin on street gravity// please dont be mad at me, i got love for all you hoes// who throw bo's like amateurs....here ya go.....middle finger exposed..... peace fam... |
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03-20-2003, 12:42 AM
Toltec cunt lickers//
Time of the summer solstice// Ma herb medicinal prognosis// Strike y’all down with cystic fibrosis// Thrombosis of the heart// Hold yo noses// Cause I’m bout to release mustard gas doses// Lethal, goin make sure all y’all no this// Whack rhyming niggas don’t step to this// I’ma turn y’all paraplegic// Vile pacifist// Pessimistic?.. I rip yo limbs of// Throw em right to left// All y’all niggas perspire to death// Yo fingers putrefy in incandescent delicatessens// Hopping tennupai is present// Cause I’m here to say yo rhymes distressin// Don’t know whom you think you impressin// Leave now get of freestyle rhyme session// From your name alone I get the impression// Yo life homosexually depression// Another fact I find intrestin// The fact that yo faggot as be tryin my patience// I aint George bush// I give no deadline// I kill swift notice only when you flat line// Rhyming bout guns? Aint got no teck 9// A Kevlar vest couldn’t protect from these rhymes of mine// From me to you my main design// I spit explosive// These verbal bullets are samtex// C 4 plastic explosive// Your rhymes plain whack, atrocious// So step of with yo pretentious shit// For I throw in a bottomless pit// The shit you spit aint got no vocab// All you got is verbal diarrhea// You inferior// And yo rhymes inspire mass deliria// Leave now for I blow you from the interior// I strike you down with every verbal blow// Confusin you with every word I know// Don’t fool with me yo brain to slow// I ma keep comin till you aint able// Till you physically incapable// To continue yo whack fable// And when I’m done I’ll leave yo whack as disabled// And hiddin under the computer table// Listen close cause I’m here to school you// My rhymes are meant to perplex// Like glass and Perspex// Same refractive index// Dull ass brain can’t grasp my syntax// Can’t understand words with or without context// Battle with me be no contest// I’ma leave you struck dumb like canibus at a freestyle battle// Bitch step of yo ass dumb as cattle// Stick to what you know grazin in fields// ABSTRACTHOUGHT You will get mangled! Word to the wise |
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03-20-2003, 08:53 AM
abstract thought,
what the fuck were you writin, an english report?, i rap jus for sport, your words are distraught, a cry for help, you words i contort, distort, when i am done you can't understand, you sound like a boy band, my skills bury you like quicksand, shoot your legs out from under you now you can't stand. |
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03-21-2003, 01:09 AM
yo, I diss each and everyone of you pussy's,
lay da stakes on the table,/ why am i wasting my time, when you bitches, don't even got a label/ acting like you some kinda rebel,/ when you haven't even reached a begining lvl,/ i bet you'd fucking cry, if i threw u props (a lil' pebble.)/ all you bitches don't even got a chance wit DSR,/ known for a distance, shit, maybe too far/ oops, now you all mad, you fat bitches probably eat me,/ If you want some help, i suggest a twinky/ maybe you won't write yo lyrics, cause they just a bit kinky,/ watch out now, most u got dicks the size of my pinky./ If you a soldier, damn you need to stay in line,/ and If it aient real, man, yo ice aien't gonna shine/ i don't steal shit from others, i got my own mind,/ and if i give you a intro, mine as well be mine./ ok fine, i give a trophy to poptart,/ clips to drop, goes straight threw his heart./ If poptart took the crown, then the crown has fallin,/ cause tac over takes the throne wit no fucking, U-hauling..../ out cause i told ya to wear a vest, this aien't a battle, this is yo life-or-death, how can you compete wit me, when you got nothing left?/ decide to back down, or end up wit holes in yo chest,/ cause i always strapped up wit a gat, never give it a rest./ i spittin lyrical, till da end of the tread,/ fucking wit tac, and your messing wit lead./ cause ive done enough damage to fuck wit yo head/ if you aient bleeding, then you already dead./ and if you aient dead you still gonna bleed/ wit no respect, will you never spread your greed/ cause shit, if im not crowned, im still gonna lead fuck, no beef...cause u probably got chimichanga in yo teeth.lol either give me props or diss, but you know this aien't da end. If you wanna know more bout my label or album, go to www.tactix.i8.com and/or www.DSR.i8.com- TACTIX  2003 |
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03-21-2003, 02:39 AM
Raian,
first of you aint on my level// way i spit i'ma leave yo ass disheveled// so many mc's in here better than you// one word from them makes yo ass unravel// why not just grab a shovel and dig yo self a grave// six feet under is where you headed// way you beahave make me think death is what you crave// i'ma kill you verbally// smoke yo ass herbally// twist and contort yo ass into a hyperboly// fuckin with me aint nothin but folly// i'll destroy yo with every verbal volley// whats yo fuckin story// yo flow so weak its sorry// when i'm done with you the scene goin be gorey// ass you read this i can just hear you implore me// to stop. this would be mercy// merciless, like hades// all you do is spend time chasin ghosts// if this was a battle yo ass would get null votes// you should just stick to fuckin goats// in meadeveil times all you'd be doin is cleanin moats// you aint worth the breath or time i waste// you skill level aint even base// you a disgrace! english report?// yo ass cant even deal with my retort// violence be yo only resort// but that wont fly, i'ma take you apart with iorn fist techniques// snap yo ass in half usin just my obliques// this will leave yo ass confused for weeks// the first whack rhyme you wrote you'd already reached yo peek// yo rhymes lame and weak// at best they passable, meek// slike shit rhymes proliferate in yo mind// plz quit now all i'll do is blow yo little mind. fuckin child. |
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03-21-2003, 03:00 AM
yo tanshin, breathe bro. im sure raian wasn't out ta start beef, the purpose of this thread is to diss the person who spit before u, he did what he was supposed to. yeah, u took it a little too close to heart, an skipped the other person just to diss him, but jus so u know, its not about beef, which there seems to be a lot of around here.
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03-21-2003, 08:29 AM
nah bro just hittin back since he directed it at me its all in fun anyway. just needed some fuel what the dude wrote before me had nothin for me to feed off of. anywho thnx for the heads up, though i wasnt trying to start beef. i dont think raian took it seriously anyway.
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03-21-2003, 03:52 PM
word to the wise from imitations in disguise, tanshin//
you undermanned, these tight keytypes be beggin for expansion// level shiftin this bitch olympics swift, you pretending you gifted// verses are shit, just talkin to hear yourself repeat the same diction// dicks in both your mouth and between your tits 'n enjoyin both the way// i see you mixin it wit your spit 'n limp-wristed when i see you play// you get ripped from your veins// you just speakin a big game// marv albert wanna-be trained, shameless, when i step in your town// all you bitches switch names, your life's valued so stay down// now you smile wit gay frowns, how you judgin who's around// cause you feel like you hold crowns, cat swears he's underground// you must be high as the clouds interfering wit grown folks// business, young thug wit butterfly ink inscriptions, at best you a // cruel joke, i start shit til the engine smokes, vocals that float// on air pockets like turbulence and leave ur azz shook, got 2 inches of rope// chokin your neck vicious, words barbwire so keep distance// block life from your breath spiritually, soul eclipses// on stage RAGIng wit MACHINES, you afraid to get ya body laid// from BULLS ON PARADE, comin wit beef A grade// fuck it, your brain's chained wit thoughtwaves of great pain// and i remain the same changing the game, returnin flame so what. wise words spoken.....you will get mangled.....peace fam. |
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03-21-2003, 04:30 PM
u couldnt return flame even if you was some kinda devil/
bboy i/self tamer up in hurr takin it up to anutha level/ take it up anutha notch/ jumpin on yo sorry ass like if we were playin hop scotch/ ure family wont notice u when im done wit u/ everybodies here laffin at you we havin this fun wit u/ u can run but u cant hide/ hard to turn away frum yo ugly face even though it hurt so much inside/ pass the torch and light this sorry "b-boy"/ even lil babies wouldnt play wit u even if u was on earth - the last toy// sorry but u cant reply cuz dis aint a battle dis neyucka always spittin on every1! |
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To Puertolumbian -
03-21-2003, 06:05 PM
Look above at his avatar because this is puertolumbian gone wrong tryin to dance to funk//
His eyes are crossed, he can't dance, and he wrote his shitty lyrics drunk// N you think think lil babies would rather play with you?// Hell nah bitch cause the only thing you could be used for is an infant ass wipe and then your through// My rhymes are like acid dissolving you away// This stupid fuckah won't be livin to see another day// |
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03-21-2003, 07:30 PM
B-Boy Tanshin blew me away wit his last reply,
now i'm revived, i'm kill this feliciaten guy, or is you a girl?, i can't tell with those wack lyrics you unfurl, your acid just hydrocloric, mine be sulphuric, like the shit used in aliens, you redneck hick, bitch you just a trick, i'ma snap you like a twig, a stick, what the f**k you got now?, f**k a snow plow, i'm the avalanche, only outwards my skills branch, wrap around you, you suffocate, you can't relate, hell you can't even breathe, like i am superman an you is steve*, felitiacenn, more like feminin or felion, biitch quit tryin, your messin with raian, a lyrical lion, tear you apart, i got this shit down to an art, now quit playin wit puerto**, else i hit you so hard you get invertigo. *steve erkel **you claim he plays with babys |
