wana battle?

by **SoniK** » Dec 5th, '05, 00:07

no1 duz ne real battling ne mor, wen i came here shit was hot..now its fke beef and bullshit

cum on lets hav an old fashiond one on one, (no audio this tym, too long and peeps hav to download etc)

so who up for it ol' skool?

by **Trigger** » Dec 5th, '05, 03:38

i agree SoniK its a b.s but if u wanna i'm up 4 it, got nuttin else to do

by **SoniK** » Dec 5th, '05, 19:35

want me to go first?

by **555555** » Dec 6th, '05, 17:54

We have been through this be4 people if you want to battle you don't ask if you want go first. God Damn Just spit.

And By the way I agree the battelin' aroung here is nothin, but fake shit.

by **SoniK** » Dec 6th, '05, 21:21

ooo touchy touchy 55555, lol im jus askin bruv, keep it down...keep it down blud

aite here i go

spit like saliva straight from my throat
im a disease like straight from a roach
i liv off others, and i take pride in ya disgrace
im high in this place, and i take pride in my race
i despise of ya face when it only shows hate
manz thinkin they rappin, but they singin like Nate
Though, sayin that i keep it british like a cross
and get girsl more emotional than Diana Ross
and manz wanna hate cuz of the way that i flow
i cant help it, its just the way the world goes
wIg-Gaz get it too, i stab em ryt in the tube
only be that if u really lived in that cube
they call the ghetto, the place u cant get out
the place where we all hide, u cant find out
nowhere to be seen, im a phantom mc
see me then u dont, u a santa mc
cuz u non existent, only somethig kids beleive in
and with that im leavin
coz aint no way i'm receivin
better disses than what i gave out, so start ya greivin...

by **Montana_Tony** » Dec 6th, '05, 23:39

Couldnt wait 4 a response, so ill answer 4 TRIGGER/
i aint black so i cnt say ????? !!!!!/
so i FIGURE, i betta jus DISS YOU/
ima kill u so fast man no1 will MISS YOU/
missin person post will have 2 LIST YOU/
n i dont fear MANZ, i come hear n ive ruined your PLANZ/
now i got the upperHAND/ ive made a buck in TREND/
this aint beef, u all act like FRIENDS/
buckle up cos im here 2 the END/
u dnt wana fuck with ME/
PHYSICALLY or LYRICALLY, yo it dnt pay 2 BEEF/

by **stealth** » Dec 7th, '05, 02:47

I know this aint my battle but im steppin IN/
Get me all fired up im swinging punches from your head to your SHIN/
Take shots at each limb you GOT, fuck it have you seen me or have you FORGOT/
That im the kinda person to meet you in a parking LOT/
Hands clenched but in my back pocket a GLOCK/
I rep my hood and friends everywhere i GO/
I can flip it any style, fast or SLOW/
I got no beaf at the moment but ill still hit you with a verbal LOW BLOW/
Reincarnated into a balck CROW, circling your body still spittin out a FLOW/
Nothing can STOP IT, with my right hand holding and my left to COCK IT/

by **Trigger** » Dec 7th, '05, 22:56

aiyo listen i like to be fashoinably late
wat makes u think that u can perticapate
u just sealed ur fate, u just couldn't wait
i just happen to be the hardest
rap artiest, now ima gonna start this

yo yo spit words off of my tongue
slurin em so fast mind as well call me a machine gun
to much fun, watchin u mc's trippin while u run
stunt and ur done, hit u up pray to god ur wearin a tephlon
now next time u begin to consider
i'll sell ur heat the the highest bidder
fukin around wit trigger, u'll die a lot quicker
stealth ur a pretty decesnt mc
u might make it big, it's a possiblity
but me, i aint wealthy
i spit 4 the hell of it
fuk it dig myslef my own 6 foot pit
shit, now it looks like i gotta by a new outfit
but when im clutchin my heat in my pants
full front stance, u can inhance
infrell red, to ur head
one bullet.....nah insted
two to ur head to make shur ur dead
i hustle 4 my bread,
not even my glocks sleep in my bed
they don't rest till my hunger is fed

by **walend** » Dec 7th, '05, 22:58

'manz thinkin they rappin, but they singin like Nate '

this was a great line

by **Trigger** » Dec 7th, '05, 23:46

nuttin good about mine :'(

by **stealth** » Dec 8th, '05, 03:51

Everyone has a problem of their own/
Everyone wants to reach the top, have ten minutes of fame on the throne/
Its all about the biggest dog and who can reach the bone/
Its hard to come up when your down all alone/
How can you feel when you have a heart of stone/
Enough of all this pity talk, i gota stop myself/
Ill put my childhood pictures back on the shelf/
I know what i came from, i know why i hurt/
Gettin yelled at, school, friends and parents shoving me in the dirt/
Gettin played by women, hell they all like to flirt/
Even tho i walked away you know im gona come back/
Sittin on my porch with a cup and a bottle of jack/
Im always a stretched rubber band, i never get any slack/

by **Trigger** » Dec 8th, '05, 05:01

stealth wrote:Everyone has a problem of their own/
Everyone wants to reach the top, have ten minutes of fame on the throne/
Its all about the biggest dog and who can reach the bone/
Its hard to come up when your down all alone/
How can you feel when you have a heart of stone/
Enough of all this pity talk, i gota stop myself/
Ill put my childhood pictures back on the shelf/
I know what i came from, i know why i hurt/
Gettin yelled at, school, friends and parents shoving me in the dirt/
Gettin played by women, hell they all like to flirt/
Even tho i walked away you know im gona come back/
Sittin on my porch with a cup and a bottle of jack/
Im always a stretched rubber band, i never get any slack/

yo i can realate to the shit u just spit
half of wat u said described me a lil bit
fukin player hatin hoe's and there temptin tit's
fukin rubbin there clits, i wanna get a hit

fuk then u got parents and there pile of crap
fuk that, how bout they unzzip my pants & suk wats in the middle of my lap
mushroom slap, have a nap, we where born to rap
now, not every wats that throne
get proned then stoned
get hit up by the crome
i left my vest at home
rome, till i get home
ring ring ring there goes the phone
it's about my tomestone
fuk im a copy som1 elses clone

by **stealth** » Dec 8th, '05, 07:56

Somedays i sit out the front of my house/
Its about midnight, all is quiet as a mouse/
I reach within my jacket and pull out a flask/
My day has finnished so i can pull of this emotional wall mask/
I can let out the pain of a hard day and each one of its tasks/
Theres many ways a person can release all the stress and pain/
All you gota do is find a time and place to release and this time its on my train/
A pen and paper, the perfect combination to end all this frustation/
Everyone is acting tough these days and are blowing up faster then human cunbustion/
Girls are all for lust and/
im sick and tired of it all, i know someone else cand drop its your call/
Because in the world its not just you its bigger/
now ill leave it to my friend trigger/

by **Trigger** » Dec 9th, '05, 05:05

yo yo u may think life is a heap fun,
till ur starin down the barrel of my gun,
u fuked up reppin where u from.
it's weird when u hear 2 pac's name and his possibilty,
u automatically think biggie, and wat he also could be.
u hear one or the other,
they fought as if they were brothers.
till they bumped heads,
now instead, there both dead.
see now the exact same thing will go down,
if we ever clash i'll lay u punk ass down,
u fukin clown, punk pussy bitch turn that smile into a frown.
me and my bouy stealth,
we don't do this 4 the wealth.
it's r health, u get in between us and the bone,
it's ur skull that will suffer the crome,
them last couple of seconds stadin there like a drone,
body's ever lastin pride freezes like a stone.
u thought u'd be hard,
"c" walkin on east boulavard,
fukin retard, ur like the joker card.
u don't matter,
ur only gonna get splattered.
agaist the cement,
u won't even dent, won't even be bent,
ur life aint worth a worthless single cent,
u know wat i ment, wats affordable just been spent,
fuk kid, ur on fukin welfare can'y even afford fukin rent.
now that i point out the obvious,
don't cus, u start wit us,
we'll leave ur remains in dust,
no trust, stomp on ur face leavin red and bloody like rust.
im gonna leave the rest up to stealth to put u to pitty
it's shitty, that u came this close only to fail like p diddy

im out
stealth yo finish it

by **SoniK** » Dec 9th, '05, 18:28

i make u fukin spoil yerself
materialistically im human
theoterically u kill yerself, spoil yerself
goin agenst me is lyk goin agenst Ali
knockouts cumin far b4 the finales
puttin u outt of business lyk 7/11s on corner stores
and takin mor money frm y'all than corner whores
and pimps slap ya, stripper wanna lap ya
but me i much rather get gritty and strap wit ya
the people love me, i'm like the people's champ here
and i noticed most of you rivals are CAMP here
so gay, may take notice of ur quotes and repulsive comments
demand for me is higher, i supply em its simple economics
like pushin drugs i push lyrics to the edge of the streets
and if u fuk with it, u can really feel the heat
of an mc who's on fire, like i just kissed the sun
and licked it too
i take ya head off with a chain saw, and kicked it too
and this aint ripped off another, come on brother
do i look like i'm dress for tennis, sayin my names V DOg the Menace
thinkin he cud fool us, ensalve us under thinkin
that those were his rhymes and he would be winnin
now whos grinnin
u a loser like 2nd of third places in the olympics
and ur style is a copy over, myn is authentic
im developed, you a late late bloomer
in lady's underwer, bras and red bloomers
and u manz is bitches, i may hav to loosen the belt
whip u till u act right and then spit my heat, watch ya melt!

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