[puertolumbian]

i laff when i read these two nubees tryin to rap/
when they just remind me of 2 year olds sittin on they mommas lap/
suckin who knows/
wearin diapers and no clothes/
yall got some weak come-backs to throw/
i make fun of yall while i throw dem bo's/
make yuh realize yuh hands is froze/
yall rhymes SUCK more than... $2 HO'S!/
i cant believe yall try to rap wit those/
i throw it back at yuh, and while im at it....break yuh nose/
yall try to be a killa nigga, but i smoke yall like jo's/
so go back to yuh home and step away from my humble *abode//

*out dis forum!
lol. j.k. as yall can see...i stink at this too. i just enjoy it.

[AzNbReAkA]

haha, you still been at this shiet fer a while//
guess evryone sux, since ur still standin up ur dial//
your levelz not even mediocore to me//
you winnin is like gettin royal flush on your fist hand in poker to me//
this is got ta be the best time ever joker i see//
you still comeback with all your gutz, jus playin ur way like a worker whoz feisty//
who wantz ta win so bad, and can be easily overpowered//
but to bad puerto itz over you coward//
run run as fast as you can, wherever you can, from me, ima run you over with a van//
make it look like you got tire tanz, get yourself a cram//
stop the break, you don't need ta jam//
i think i jus warmed up eatin you like poeple eat ham

jp man
lol, i'm losin it, i'll be bak

[puertolumbian]

dang! u losin wuteva skill u had in you/
b4, u and rap were like close kin too/
i cant believe u still write...i meant type/
the fact of the matter is in yo lyrics, u wrong and im right/
u stay up all night to think of new verses/
yuh cant cuz yuh keyboard and pen got 'skill' curses/
dis like stealin old women purses/
yuh might as well drop dead and i'll bury yuh in a 15 foot hole wit a black and red hearse-fig/
u the worse-kid, got the talent leakin thru you wit all yuh breakin/
yuh stepped to the wrong person, yuh must be mistakin/
im waitin for yuh next comeback/
come back at it and watch me 'throw' u like a throwback//

lol. i needa know if my rhymes aight or not. sum1 needa tell me yo

[AzNbReAkA]

ya rhymez alright, srry but it won't put up a good fight//
me? stay up all night writing my rhymez?//
i see evrything you write in your linez//
i know what you'll write cuz you use the same all the time//
your improvement doesn't show//
the movement of it blowz//
i see better emceez on MTW shows//
you can't spit shit, lyrically//
evrytime you battle you get ripped, easily//
my punchliinez to your punchlinez, don't make a good match//
but your punchlinez with my lil sis's punchlinez, wait, that shit you can't even catch//
you jus let evryone stomp on you fool//
while you watch in amazement, shit i don wanna watch ya drool//
i'll put you ta sleep, with heepz of skillz//
i don't need a pen or pencil, jus my brain, thatz all i need ta get my killz//
heh, now i got another fool ta add ta my list//
a list of how many wannabe emceez i've destroyed in this//
shit, i dont beleive in god, but you're the number one bliss

jp man, you're doin a whole lot better when i first saw u

[Gaunt]

you can go ahead and steal old peoples purses/
but can you stop spittin these wack verses/
you sayin hes the worst when your the one whos cursed/
im gonna leave you dead, not gonna put you in a hearse/
you aint gonna get a coffin, i just throw you in the hole/
not gonna get a headstone like you see at punchbowl*/
you dont deserve no recognition, you picked the wrong opposition/
get back to your position, now sit your ass down and listen/
you come here talkin your shit, makin lame attempts to spit/
with the lies you spit you gonna end up gettin hit/
now move your ass up outta here/
before i really give you sumthin to fear/

*military cemetary in hawaii

jp

EDIT: azn must have posted while i was typin and i cbf changin it

[Awe-Dio]

I'ma tell Puerto the truth... never get near a cord or a booth
You're wack, n' if ya ever spit again.. my punches'll record on ya tooth
I'm gettin bored wit this youth.. jus a newb, while i'm a proved vet
If ya sig was so long ago... then why the fuck u ain't improved yet?!
move, check.. watch me boom from the lips as i start consumin ya scripts
since ya like the color red so much.. why don't i put ya in a room fulla crips

peace.


edit: hahaha... we all got at puerto... i was typing, then had to answer ma phone... i guess by the time i was done these cats alredy dropped... aw well... peace.

[AzNbReAkA]

haha, 3 boyz writin ta puerto//
shit, i came in first? ya'll must be hella slow//
sittin there thinken fer hourz//
while i'm already done, posted it up, takin a shower//
fresh power, watch me devour//
haha, wat yall have, a rhyme delay?//
make yall into lil crisp, let yall drift away//
i'll sit back here watchin ur crisp not only drift away, also decay//
these boyz gettin complicated//
havn't moved, budge, i think yall must not be domesticated//
yall rhymez aren't bein appreciated, you alwayz get hated//
wait, i think i see yall doin somethin, yall lil crisp//
WTF still writin those shitty rhymez ta come bak at me/tisktisktisk//
o well, i'm done with yall//
yall need ta make an important phone call//
nine-ONE-ONE, heh, this was fun, watchin yall crawl//
peace out, and be sure ta wash ur mouth

jp

peace~

[puertolumbian]

DANG! LOL. yall gangin on me? ill write lata. got church.

[AzNbReAkA]

puertobelium, ya remember in the chat?//
how i said you were slow, well... now itz a fact//
my rhymez come so compact and fast//
no delayz from me, instead you're way back in the past//
in the game of actual freestyling you won't last//
cuz ya gotta be quik, make ya rhymez sick at the same time//
make your right pick, outa watchu got now make your lick, say your rhyme//

haha, on the spot bro, seriously, gotta think quik, lol

[Mode]

here goes bitch i'ma give you a verse to flip, but your wack bro ya’ll can’t handle-it,
I’ma lyrical battleship, you’ve just been sunk son you an your material-shit,
I’m discreet-you-see, so silently I’m defeatin-thee, can ya’ll keep a beat-wit-me,
‘cos I bring the heat-you-see try-testing-me it’s a fact you can’t be-besting-me,
In PM’s ya’ll confessed-to-me that I’m better-than-he who brings beef-to-me,
son can you face this challenge?, ‘cos now your life’s left in the balance,
this bitch he can’t manage I’m packing beef all you got is cabbage,
can this bitch rhyme better than cat-in-a-hat?, hell no he’s wacker-than-that,
as a matter-of-fact, ya’ll getting beaten by a whitey-how’s-that,
so you know no racism intended, an you already know my rhymes be resplended,
my sharp lyrics leave all dissected, ya’ll will never be respected,
ya’ll suspected that I’ve been resurrected that’s to be expected,
your flow’s neglected, it’s Mode your fuckin-wit your skills on one hand I can count-to-it,
look out I’ma ’bout-to-hit fuck this kat an his rhymin-kit quit whinin-bitch,
you’d have a better chance playin Russian roulette,
against this bitch I aint bustin-a-sweat, but for your wackness I’ma forgive-n-forget,
as I step to this guy, for sure-I’ma-fry, against his skills I’ma be sure-to-die,
to beat me he won’t even need-to-try, then again.. I compulsively lie…

peace.

[puertolumbian]

to everyone who was beefin up on me like sloppy joes

for real i cant free, but i do write/
i made this forum like God created light/
yall hyped thinkin that 3-on-1 is fair/
i dont care at all cuz its murder i speak and yuh feelin the electric chair/
penalty! for thinkin yall can knock me down/
i laff in yuh face cuz who got shocked right now?/
u might as well call me yo executionuh/
cuz u in the position of jesus now, and my text is 'crucin' yuh/
use my words to 'shut' yuh mouths like shutters/
yall easier to cut that room temperature butter/
make yall beg to yuh mutha, to stop the crucifixion/
who's laffin now? my talent was never considered a superstition//
my skill is wut yall missin

lol. aight. i just got back from church...wut now? AND WUT?! lol.

[GORGANUS]

honestly you cant stop my flow like a girls monthly,
i'am sick like anorexic, nasty cause of my rhyme capability,
your rhymes are more fucked up like 1 crip getting beaten by 10 bloods,
eyes on my OOHH SHIT!! style like watching a tape of the worlds deadliest floods,
you cant break my train of thought, even if ya girl suck me till i squeal,
cause i'll make you POOF! and disappear like David Copperfield,
you sexuality, will change from man to women on the mic,
the last girl you had sex with said (I FEEL STRANGE ) and turned dyke,



just playing man
have'nt been here in a while

[puertolumbian]

GORGANUS contaminates hip hop's essence/
i dunno why he disgraces me by comin in my presence/
u need some lessons on how to deliver actually hits/
cuz against my wits u lookin like a toilet and some pieces of sh*t/
make yuh think quick, to wonder why i surpass u/
no dip sherlock, i slaughterd yuh and kicked yuh a** 2/
control what yuh spit like sorcerers and voodoo/
go back to yuh room cuz my level too high for u foo//

lol. im watchin cartoons....so gimme some support. lol...

[KILLAMIC52]

No disrespect meant to anyone at all but how can you consider yourself true freestylist's when none of it is vocal just typing how do you know someone actualy wrote that off the top of their head i know my skills and have a demo to prove it .once again no disrespect but give me something to work with and something to help me understand
ANO BRING THE RUCKUS FOR THE SUCKAS

[Mode]

puerto your times up, both you an your rhymes-suck,
young-buck ya'll try sound smart but really your a dumb-fuck,
hand me a pad an give me a pen, i burned you once an i'ma do it again,
ya'll keep sayin your gon' drop a hot verse i'm left sayin..when?,
bro rap is my forte, i know you bought your skills off e-bay,
today we-say puerto 'he's-gay' keeps PM'ing me trying to please-me,
but i aint gon' listen you'll never at my level so ya'll can keep wishin,
sick of this bitch ass-kissin why be dissin with punches that's missin,
this stealth killa didn't see this coming silenced pistols got this slut running,
look at my lyrics stunning now get the fuck off this site 'fore we start shunning,
your heat is airconditioned against me your outclassed an dispositioned...

peace bro.