these cats r lost
thas y i bob weave n floss
leave em backed in a corna holding a cross
they on me like moss
but they cant handle
rip thier antlers off n hang em on my mantle
change tha channel
my shyt is hannibal
lector lecture
i sense ur wackness wit receptors
access denied u cant enter
no way no how
so u betta throw in tha towel
cuz im shytting on u like moving bowels
my ish is foul
playing out nine innings
or like a nun sinning
i stay winning
cuz im tha representative
n these cats lyrics tired like they on sedatives
i just let it live
out
cuz im long like tha i95 route (rout)
i doubt anyone can fugg wit meh
cuz they glued like im on tv
especially
these cats hating from the sidelines
im talking shyt like im a dime
or born wit a silver spoon
cuz my ish the pinnicle like im in high noon
these dudes doomed
cuz im going primetime
silently in a quiet storm wit no signs
or noise eitha
cuz i got more gunz thazn peter (peter guns)



ight someone set it kept it real simple




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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

You want it simple? heres a symbol you will never achieve,
throw my double-u you in trouble to a deadly regime, of entendres, everything about me is dormant,
quiet storm kept until the stereo's calling,
who figure you signal mortars, now rigor mortis,
cause your bars dead stiff, flows decompose and all this,
you tryna picket for a ticket to your demise,
i said 'come get me', so where was the reply?
i get it, you never figured ak would load clips to blow holes in hoes like yours but know this,
i go way back like 8 tracks and vinyl,
no vaseline bars, battle scars for my title,
capping kills via scalp count, ride you on the house couch,
but wouldnt try and skeet cause you wanna breed this bad mouth,
lyrical, too explicit to, get around to,
didnt make the wrong post but its who you put it out to.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

LEAVE U IMPALED WIT MEAls on wheels
steel to steel to ur noggin
i beg ur pardon?
beef im sparking
with 4 fifths heavier than dolly parton
chest
leave u on the back of a milk carton at best
left to rest
on the pavement
outlined in chalk
cuz ur all talk and ur bark
bigga than ur bite
youre out to lunch man. flying kites
and i snipe
u from the top of a builing
leave ur wife an chldren blood spiiling
and u keeling over from the heavyweights
violate ur mindstate at a highrate
poison ur dinner plate was just fate
have u saying wait
can we just talk about this?
cuz i been round real dudes my whole life
and u artificial
suicide u jump ouy the window
cuz u pitaful
ur shyt makes no sense like a catholic church rocking rainbows
horses wit no stable
or a stapler wit no staples
sorry honey






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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

your rep diminishes just like my libido when i see your dp sis ohh shit,
'did he really pull the life card?' guess good looks are like a dice game God, in Christ's name get ya make up on,
you lucked out from the birth to this bout,what is worse? your devout or your thirst(first) to be out?
..so i burst in your house waving the strap, leave you leaking pure red spread like your tampons patch,
who you gon call to back you? i know zin aint really think you worth the W to (w)rap you,
on the wrong side of the tracks and your sending for A?
got a better chance being a real woman today...psyche.
so fall back with your west coast short wanna be a thug persona,
swim acros the seas and see if 'little caesar' wont bomb ya,
your pitiful.. and your lyricals are weaker than a criminal with osetogenesis imperfcta,
respect hun, i see you tryna liven the boards,
but its BEEN dead since i hit with minimal force,
winning this? course you was e-z,
the zential is just a sensual plea dunn believe me.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

bu, leave u seeing more stars than that red white blue-flag
witcho toe tagged
ur shytcant fugg with my jag
or right jab to ur terd brained cab
inet
rip u to fragments-swarm on ya like yellow jackets
smash u like a packet
of ketchup
u following me stalker? catch up
u aint tuff and ur lyrics got sids=
sentences irrelvent due to structure
save it for the kids
tiz the season to be jolly
when i leave u kissing my azz like we unda sum holly
pop mollys? thinking im from cali-u bugging
i seen u doing the aresenio hall at a pep rally or something
my lyrics? well im dumbing-them down so u can comprehend
-loc
leave u like a virgin that jus got poked-super soak ya wit my gift of gab have u saying shyt is really dope
my lines aint just lyrics buddy they quotes
so get it right



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

i admit it you kinda did it with that quotable line,
but shit if you should win this then you musta died trying,
and leave the sauce lines out this..
source of your rhymes they be counterfeit.. like your whole damn outfit is,
so ima try you then ignite you this be the tip of the fill cah buu boom bye bye on some cypress hill stuff,
real, my style infinite like applicable physics,
your flow is gimmick, HEY listen to the words that im spitting,
see i respect you for effort and the status you hold here,
but your talent isn't present just invested in old peers,
i got records,flow is wetters and my cadence is set: A,
K you got a method how to write on a net page,
but to swing around your tushy like you theres something to swing,
is like tryna overthrow the real Acknowledged King, you dont do it,
so ding ding its a 3rd round knockout,
bu-bye baby this aint nas but im out.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

leave u deserted in a desert w no cactus
arushnik str8 to ya attics
cuz ur mediocrity is stifling
it took you all day 2 think of this-reciting
in the mirror n shyt
but me im equipped
w ezzsentials you cant get near
switching up styles like musical chairs
who cares? cuz i shine so bright it look like i have flares
they sizing me up now for years
trying to go in at the thighs n shyt
but man
ur shyt be dull like an eclipse at night n shyt
stop fighting it
ur ish will neva get betta
hard to understand dizzy chick be like "yeah, whateva"
yeah u betta-check ur delivery
cuz essential filter thru the impurities
jading lyrical majorities
meaning i hit dudes til they black n blu from head to toe
means im like the chick that got kicked out her mans house in the movie hustle n flow
so now u know
and knowing is half the battle gi joe
cuz i dunno bout u but when i shine i glow
bitch gotta grow
n ill take it toe to toe w any of these hoes



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

You don't wanna battle me you are not a challenger
I will rip a rapper faster than the pages of a calendar
you need to get your balance up yall sloppy with the flow
coming with that counterfeit yall just a copy of the dough
I'm Papi with that Dope Come meet my at my boat
I'll show you that Coke that make legendary quotes
You a small time crook to a Kingpin mastermind
the difference in the jux makes you look more than asinine
Plus you can't craft the rhyme you need more practice time
Your rapping elementary I guess the EZZsentials just lack inside
and you drop the wackest lines wack emcee Classic signs
seen it all exposed and your flow just got Declassified!

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

the dame must have broken
flooding the pool wit blood

haven't seen a battle in a while in these part sorry but i'm retired
but i'm feeling the itch

useless words breed grief i treat back to my pop tart
sweet keep it going cypher is fyya

D
dangurus minds mines

lack inside? ill leave u a hippy at woodstock-rocking shirts tie dyed
ur rhymes are miniscule to me and wouldnt amount to mine if they were magnified
u better run and hide-cuz cats like u destined for a demise
ur shyt is weak made u do the electric slide
u coulnt walk in my path if u had a guide
see boy-how i ride like a full moon gravity pull to ya tide
fugging witcho shrink in which u confide
hard to think when i jinx ya pride n snatch it
u unheard like a mime thas ratchet
save the racket 4 ur block that aint on the map
switch sexes wit incentives n give u a pap
2 check ya genda
feminine feedback faultas
leave u weaving sweaters
w tha grandmas
or garters on ya panties
ur shyt is for the geeks like yo name stanley
fo really!



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

thanks for the shout out
peace and blessings
god loves even the wicked

Dangurus Minds
new world order
tete the end to everybody

keep practicing you might achieve what i did last decade
release the anger and focus on real life

Are you on crack? lol
You don't make sense.

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

yes i am what you claim i am but are you blind
it's good to develope a skill that can be used
in real life what can you possibly do with
making raps about each other then breed vanger
rage envy? no sense in it? or what is you comments
haven't you learn nothing from big and pac
and those who set them up this country is all about
people getting hurt or killed and then they are happy
no sense in it
but thanks for the comment and i would love to debate with you but i now write to protect and save filing briefs and motions

Lord you sound stupid because an internet board battle equals
Biggie and Pac now? lol stupid. And making battle raps
sharpens your skills and dexterity that's why I do it.
Go back to rehab and put the pipe down.

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

correct you are death sleeps around the corner
and his sister is a burner left unsmoked;


can you inhail the beat with two deflated lungs?

i have pitty for kids like you unwilling to learn
or to grow up there is no skill in calling people out of their name or degrading women just for a laugh or to make money; but as you were
love all and in return you to will be love finding what is missing

did you know the bible is poetry raps that free not inslave people to vaulgar theatrics

the most high loves you

shalom

there is no god but god

Yeah once again your whole holier than thou angle isn't working here.
The bible isn't made of raps lol. It's made of scriptures.
Calling out women and degrading them is different than a internet
battle. You sound corny and mad that you can't rap lol.
You need to fall back. You talking about making a joke
or money and I'm over here talking about the love of the art.
Every one knows what they're in for when battling regardless
of gender, If you can't take the heat step the fuck up out the kitchen.
This is a sport of gladiators and you don't have the heart to compete.

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

Yeah my shit Stanley and I got it for the low
Get ya geek'd up bitch come powder up ya nose
You's a rachet ass ho with some wack ass flows
Block ain't on the map cuz I put it on the Globe
And where you come from ho? Probably the east
Guess it's true what they say cuz you look like a beast
And NOT on the Mic just the type to excite dykes
So you can bring ya friends over but for you night night
I'm a pimp type fellow blowing weeded up rellos
You a wannabe ho trying to scream that you ghetto
I ain't buy it and I know that you Fake
you can see it on ya face cuz it screams self hate
And I'ma leave it at that and call it a wrap
The Doc already checked it said Ezzsential wack
So you can cry inside or die by a drive by
Cops got the description it was a hippy in a tie dye

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

Bite your lines?
you wish you could write that smooth lol
You must mean why i responded to your weak punchlines
and flipped the jokes back on you. Cuz thats what a response is lol
Notice you did the same with the Lack inside line used to start
your flow?
I just made narratives to your rap
but never would I bite lines lol
Oh and I look forwrd to your response
since it has you all riled up lol
Oh and that Ghetto line was in reference to your GD post lol

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Yeah my shit Stanley and I got it for the low
>Get ya geek'd up bitch come powder up ya nose
>You's a rachet ass ho with some wack ass flows
>Block ain't on the map cuz I put it on the Globe
>And where you come from ho? Probably the east
>Guess it's true what they say cuz you look like a beast
>And NOT on the Mic just the type to excite dykes
>So you can bring ya friends over but for you night night
>I'm a pimp type fellow blowing weeded up rellos
>You a wannabe ho trying to scream that you ghetto
>I ain't buy it and I know that you Fake
>you can see it on ya face cuz it screams self hate
>And I'ma leave it at that and call it a wrap
>The Doc already checked it said Ezzsential wack
>So you can cry inside or die by a drive by
>Cops got the description it was a hippy in a tie dye
>
>
tie dye? hav u eating thru a straw like u sipping mai tais
get rich or die trying u died when u tried
my shyt is 7 courses including the side-
hav u reminsce when i
won the tourney
and u couldnt put werds togetha if u was burt n ernie
u corny
u said ho so many times i thought u was santa
video cameraed ur ish then sent u to apolo but u got the tap danca
giving u hoox
i chalk this up as anotha win-for the books
one sentence all it took
n i look
like a beast?but i stomped yo meat like geese crossing the street
a bitch gotta eat so i creep in yo houz late night mad deep
caught u candid n u watching movies wit meryl streep
but u own nothing of value so i told u to keep
it all
my ish belongs in a hall
of fame
they love it so much they gave their last name...
n ima wannabe? honestly
this is me normal
teleportal to ur formal n snatch ya bowtie turtle
put u in permanent chokeholds wit ya own girtle
my shyt goes so circle
round ur commonplace
cuz i rip dudes in bulk so pick a numba n wait...time and date
cuz im the sargent
ur shyt wouldnt be good enough for hungry arabs starving..





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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Yeah you the sargent and u fucking with a General
Word on the wire is that you just suck in General
I should be a man and let you suck up on my genitals
But let's keep it trill I only fuck with centerfolds
And you're subpar in this bar game hush your barking
Invading my house? Bitch I'll bumrush your apartment
And you won a tourney? Who the hell was competing?
Certainly Not I cause you would of took a beating
It probably went down when everyone was sleeping
on some cheap shit like it happened on a weekend
Your rap game horrendous so who you calling corny
I mean just look at ya response that took u all morning
Pathetic embarrassing downright awful
Let's be honest girl you need to step ya bars up
And I called you Ho trice deal with it
no reason to be polite I'm real with it

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Yeah you the sargent and u fucking with a General
>Word on the wire is that you just suck in General
>I should be a man and let you suck up on my genitals
>But let's keep it trill I only fuck with centerfolds
>And you're subpar in this bar game hush your barking
>Invading my house? Bitch I'll bumrush your apartment
>And you won a tourney? Who the hell was competing?
>Certainly Not I cause you would of took a beating
>It probably went down when everyone was sleeping
>on some cheap shit like it happened on a weekend
>Your rap game horrendous so who you calling corny
>I mean just look at ya response that took u all morning
>Pathetic embarrassing downright awful
>Let's be honest girl you need to step ya bars up
>And I called you Ho trice deal with it
>no reason to be polite I'm real with it
>
suck on ur genitals? but ur shyt only packing what a kennelholds
barking in my ear like old yellar goes
and my stellar goes around urs like saturns rings froze around the planet
u cant stand it.cuz ur shyt will get layed down like frito lay
and ur shyt is softer than pda
cuz ill get up in ur dna
have u wiping on my azz str8 cna
ur gay and my shyt is creative
yous a rook that got traded
see who u dated, n they far from centerfolds
n ur raps will never get sold
im going for the gold in this one just call me leprechan
taking it to the appelations and lebanon
we can get it on
ur monotonous kicks r better gone
for the birds
getting on my nerves like a nerd
in my ear
ur shyt lackls baratone needs a kick or a snare
do dat dere
hit u so hard now u seeing glares


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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Aint no Homicidal halfway crooks, get your class grade books, take notes from class A hood,
general with potential to make your body frail,
six deep you.. cover it up like Roswell,
my regime: A R fifteens,big lay-sar beams,
scotty wanna polly wi'ma team?
the pair of you are popping mollys prolly nollied of the crack enough to sloppily attack and leave ak in the back,
so fuck limelight i blindsight both of you with lyricals,
while chilled and puffing Afghanistani rituals,
bun Ezzentials, you couldn't pack a number 2 pencil,
my lead four five comprise your credentials, i light you..
and put you up in the air,
like the piffest bag of haze lurking in my project maze,
who should dare?
any solo or set, dolo im there,
manolo any straight or homo rapper claiming my chair.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

ur shyt aint up to par
like a bra wit no wires
u tired
@ ur job u just got fired for having weak punchlines n making no sense
fenced in ya own brain like a retard i already ran in yo house past tense
stence-il azz cats like u molded m shaped
no wife waiting for u just A HOMO wit his dik out
cuz u gay
u aint got nothing to say i swiftly robbed u out ya jays
stole ya chain then pawned it
now im gun play
and the suns rays never hitting ya u stuck in the shade
ripping u is easy like making lemonade
serenade on ur shyt just call it ice capades
wit a wig on u look like stronjay from bomerang
see my bars so ill it keep a lion tamed
ill neva change
but each paragraph digging up in u
``cuz u stuck like malcolm in the middle
cuz ur bars rep homo like a package of skittles



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

You fail to recognize intelligence, indelible penmanship,
to diagnose flow of eloquence,
so where did you inherit this, acquired brain defective syndrome?
you cant refer to the predicate,
talking to a duck in a colloquial term is quack quack or k-whack k-whack, which your prefer?
your dealing with a lyrical piece-wish submitting my the-sis of unrivaled words of blee-ding internal,
that's what my vivid slurs do,
so highly incomparable to parables that burn you,
a likeness,
but your energy is lifeless,
miniscule from masses even Einstein couldn't try fa,
so ima, tell it to you plainly as this,
'hey star' you quint ezzentially a blip upon my radar.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

>
>
>
>You fail to recognize intelligence, indelible penmanship,
>to diagnose flow of eloquence,
>so where did you inherit this, acquired brain defective
>syndrome?
>you cant refer to the predicate,
>talking to a duck in a colloquial term is quack quack or
>k-whack k-whack, which your prefer?
>your dealing with a lyrical piece-wish submitting my the-sis
>of unrivaled words of blee-ding internal,
>that's what my vivid slurs do,
>so highly incomparable to parables that burn you,
>a likeness,
>but your energy is lifeless,
>miniscule from masses even Einstein couldn't try fa,
>so ima, tell it to you plainly as this,
>'hey star' you quint ezzentially a blip upon my radar.
>
>
dam battling u and ur blabber
makes me rather clean my crib or sumthing
not 1 profound diss from u -u aint saying nothing
u neva hit a home run just steady bunting
jump over ur clutter like kids playing or something
u just havent got a clue
ur shyt is tha zoo or a circus
see i dig past the earths crust to expose ur locust focus
soap on a rope ish thas just bogus
i just wish u came wit one real diss
that wasnt being wiped off like a dish
fuggit ill dislocate ur disks from ur spine if u enter at risk
have u think ur dreaming in need of a pinch
ripping u is a sinch
i could do it wit my eyes closed
my shyt stays on ur brain like that shyt up ur nose
make u break a leg n rip ur panty hose
i feel like a psychic cuz i just know
this will be on some simpleton ish
cuz im complicated like metamorphisis



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Dude you're a shitty rapper
A front row ticket to the rafters
A book with missing chapters
And a escape plan that leads to capture
You the opposite of good
The reason to sleep
Get clapped in the hood
Cuz we know that you weak
And listen to you speak
You sound like a geek
Trying to be street
But we don't recognize your Greek
And where your heat tucked at
Mine got my pants sagging
Only time u ride with the heat
Is on a Miami band wagon

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

Call you leprechaun....Fuck yeah I will!
I was thinking the same when that pic loaded still (lol)
I had a good chuckle and how you think you hustle
Saying you hit hard but I don't feel no muscle
You should be muzzled and put down to sleep
your bars are garbage getting hauled down the street
You should quit now just call it a night
Cuz whatever you say just ain't that tight
Plus you a lame we can tell by the wordplay
nerd ass rapper give a fuck how ya verse made
You need to stay pipped stay silent like stage fright
I blaze mics and leave emcees battered like cage fights

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Call you leprechaun....Fuck yeah I will!
>I was thinking the same when that pic loaded still (lol)
>I had a good chuckle and how you think you hustle
>Saying you hit hard but I don't feel no muscle
>You should be muzzled and put down to sleep
>your bars are garbage getting hauled down the street
>You should quit now just call it a night
>Cuz whatever you say just ain't that tight
>Plus you a lame we can tell by the wordplay
>nerd ass rapper give a fuck how ya verse made
>You need to stay pipped stay silent like stage fright
>I blaze mics and leave emcees battered like cage fights

nerd azz rapper? but rather im feeling kinda dapper
whatever u say doesnt even matter
took u all day to think up that chatter
all up in my ear wit that dumb shyt
containing more sugar than a fun dip
bring me to ur block ill prolly run it
see im classic like marvin gaye
and ur rhymes like making a sloppy play
and get u caught
working for police on some toys for tot
ish
collecting donations
but my destination is to leave u a hospital patient
cuz afta ima feel that fresh out the hood feeling-im the one who made it
as 4 ur rhymes-u better cop a dayshift
cuz ill get on u real swift-u wont kno wat hit cha
in fact ur whole verse gets the middle finga
its like a backseat full of wiggas
ripping me? how u figa u could even do that
my team be up in yo houz like the swat
i meant swat
but fuggit anyway boy what u thought?
class in session prepare to be taught
by yours truly
cuz battlin u is like battling some newbies
or some groupies





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LMAO @ PIPPED


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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Who you calling groupie? Groupie!
Get yo ass jacked for your rubies
wanna teach shit but I ain't listen to your schooling
You a nerd ass rapper is what you still be proving
This rap shit fluent you ain't speak my language
NO bonita senorita! I even reject you in Spanish
You get handled beat down and strangled
your punch lines weak you the division Bengals
I'm a straight killer wide eyed gorilla
eighteen wheeler with the power of Godzilla
I'm a main eventer you a date filler
I'm a bar of that kush you a grape swisher
you should get on your knees when you greet me
your rhymes ain't shit It's really that easy
And you think you cute Just shut up and POOF
you sound much better when yo ass is on mute
And you speak of a team I ain't heard of them boys
Got a couple goons on the squad that a murder them boys
That a murk em with toys just search and destroy
you a fake ass rapper just too absurd to enjoy
And you a snitch? You rolling with SWAT?
Yeah you right, you're exactly what I thought!
Nothing but a rat who doesn't know how to rap
You a bitch CI go teach a class about that

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Who you calling groupie? Groupie!
>Get yo ass jacked for your rubies
>wanna teach shit but I ain't listen to your schooling
>You a nerd ass rapper is what you still be proving
>This rap shit fluent you ain't speak my language
>NO bonita senorita! I even reject you in Spanish
>You get handled beat down and strangled
>your punch lines weak you the division Bengals
>I'm a straight killer wide eyed gorilla
>eighteen wheeler with the power of Godzilla
>I'm a main eventer you a date filler
>I'm a bar of that kush you a grape swisher
>you should get on your knees when you greet me
>your rhymes ain't shit It's really that easy
>And you think you cute Just shut up and POOF
>you sound much better when yo ass is on mute
>And you speak of a team I ain't heard of them boys
>Got a couple goons on the squad that a murder them boys
>That a murk em with toys just search and destroy
>you a fake ass rapper just too absurd to enjoy
>And you a snitch? You rolling with SWAT?
>Yeah you right, you're exactly what I thought!
>Nothing but a rat who doesn't know how to rap
>You a bitch CI go teach a class about that


rofl @ u making up ur own words
leave me perturbed cuz yo shyt fo tha birds
coming out the burbs or maybe tha valley
you sally azz cats run outta ammo quick
come on u aint got no A game u aint pulling no trix
ur feminine bars reduced to azz n tits
they say i got wits switching whips like kix
when i blitz i leave em bodied im like that coke heroine mix
str8 layed out
cuz they take all day to think up shyt but they cant amount
to my shyt paramount
cuz ur wackness be a portion to what i caution
inhale my vapors that cause spontaneous abortion
deprive u of oxygen as i cover u in a plasta cast
make u think fast trying to escape
leave u trapped like we cell mates
my shyt is judement day at them pearly gates
n ur shyt just racket
leave u covered in plastic
bang my mallot
cuz these dudes kick ballets so they faulta
softer then couples @ wedding alters
or ur rhymes like playing soccer
n u aint got nothing to offer
thas y i rip u
cuz ur shyt rolling wit a fake crypt crew
crew cut azz mfers got issues
but be gone cuz u can leave n i wont even miss u


>


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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Miss me? Yeah you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting
None of it hitting the mark off target and hidden
I hope those are freestyles and not writtens
Cuz if not good Lord we need good riddance!
You're a horrible rapper just put the mic down
Just step away and put that pipe down
I mean you boring as fuck just switch ya lifestyle
You putting me to sleep you spit that nightgown
You spit that white clown you belong in the circus
tryna fire up I'll spill water on your circuits
And you busted don't cut the mustard
Anything you muster don't do no justice
You a crime to society the worst rapper ever
You should get knocked and sentenced to better
and your rhymes pleather low quality stitching
remind me of your face cuz that shit need a fixing
you a wanna be vixen trickling slipping
Hip hop minion that has shitty opinions
I'm a hip hop immortal spit quick forceful
blow open portals when I rip shit cordial
I'm a game transcend-er that games plan centered
You a boy in a girls body the game transgender
I will easily end ya fairly tale adventure
Tell who sent ya crooks easily out pen'd ya
I'm lyrically a ninja to quick to injure
Big dogs game you spit miniature pinscher

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Miss me? Yeah you can miss me with that bullshit you
>spitting
>None of it hitting the mark off target and hidden
>I hope those are freestyles and not writtens
>Cuz if not good Lord we need good riddance!
>You're a horrible rapper just put the mic down
>Just step away and put that pipe down
>I mean you boring as fuck just switch ya lifestyle
>You putting me to sleep you spit that nightgown
>You spit that white clown you belong in the circus
>tryna fire up I'll spill water on your circuits
>And you busted don't cut the mustard
>Anything you muster don't do no justice
>You a crime to society the worst rapper ever
>You should get knocked and sentenced to better
>and your rhymes pleather low quality stitching
>remind me of your face cuz that shit need a fixing
>you a wanna be vixen trickling slipping
>Hip hop minion that has shitty opinions
>I'm a hip hop immortal spit quick forceful
>blow open portals when I rip shit cordial
>I'm a game transcend-er that games plan centered
>You a boy in a girls body the game transgender
>I will easily end ya fairly tale adventure
>Tell who sent ya crooks easily out pen'd ya
>I'm lyrically a ninja to quick to injure
>Big dogs game you spit miniature pinscher

trashy lines comin out a trailor park
hardly a spark
cuz u aint got no heart
or heat
put u in tha back seat
and u aint getting no pussy
ud be better off just beating ur meat
my shit seep
thru the cracks of ur rhying light
say goodnight cuz i kno u tried wit all ur might
to rip me
i could run laps around u even when im tipsy
ur shyt aint satisfying like a quickie
cant hold ur weight up
ur shyt is shook ones shifty
no pity leave u shot up like fifty
cent
i just vent on the track n leave u w dents
hence-im top notch
and ur lyrics are like hop skotch
dubble dutch on a playground-get u caught
cuz u playing with the kids again
or the chickens and the hens
irl we couldnt be friends
cuz i dont fuck with lames
whose lyrics are plain jane
again n again







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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

Are you serious? lol Do you know easy your scheme is to pen?
with yo basic ass vocabulary stumbling over "again n again"
You're so delusional you must of got hit in the head
If you actually think in this battle you ahead
F*ck it I ain't gonna flow cuz you just typing! lol
You shadow box the beat I Mike Tyseit! (Tyson)
You ain't exciting
you just dyking
You suck on the mic
you ain't licensed
Rhyming Chicken and the Hens lol
are you signaling the end? lol
That shit basic
like my next line matrix
Your whole style simple
That childs play issue
Lyrically a kindergartner
Comes much harder
You're F'n retarded
for that garbage

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Are you serious? lol Do you know easy your scheme is to pen?
>
>with yo basic ass vocabulary stumbling over "again n again"
>You're so delusional you must of got hit in the head
>If you actually think in this battle you ahead
>F*ck it I ain't gonna flow cuz you just typing! lol
>You shadow box the beat I Mike Tyseit! (Tyson)
>You ain't exciting
>you just dyking
>You suck on the mic
>you ain't licensed
>Rhyming Chicken and the Hens lol
>are you signaling the end? lol
>That shit basic
>like my next line matrix
>Your whole style simple
>That childs play issue
>Lyrically a kindergartner
>Comes much harder
>You're F'n retarded
>for that garbage


retarted? boy u needta get carded cuz ur rhymes are adolescent
now kneel down u peasant
u could never outdo me
in the past or present
ill send a telepathic message to your dry desert
cuz u gaye like marvin
and ur rhymes aint even good enuff for hungry arabs starvin
in this sport i push the lyrical margin
leave dudes in coffins
often
faggots hearts get broken
cuz they cant hold a token
to my lyrics bigga than oceans
im steady coastin’
see I RIP u in neutral
See im the chosen one just ask the oracle
Incubator kid, still coming out phenomenal
Diss my pic but I could have been a model
Now ima go in full throttle
Hit u with a bottle
When im done see it in ur eyes as u marvel
And stare
Who tha fugg cares about ur comebacks inpaired
U aint fuggin wit meh, u wont dare
cuz ull be left disorientated like who what where?

Short n sweet?
You're more like sport n meat
I'll torch the beef
and have you as a course for three
and of course its cheap you're poorly made
shitty raps is what you orchestrate
You been a lame since your origin date
and you battle weak like our border aid
I'd be ashamed if I was your parents
Ugly daughter we'd be so embarrassed
Couldn't even go out in our OWN hood
cuz all the comments bout you would be No good
Like what happened? Is she alright?
Her face smashed in was that last night?
She tried to battle him but that fast fight
Got her ass lit up with NO flashlights
She's overwhelmed with that raw skill
It'd uh cut her down like saw mills
She a clumsy girl No tall heels
and I'm holdin aces when cards dealed
I'm prime time you're infomercials
I'm captivating they wish to turn you
I'm Superbowl you're Preseason
I'm Finals game you're D leaguing

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

>Short n sweet?
>You're more like sport n meat
>I'll torch the beef
>and have you as a course for three
>and of course its cheap you're poorly made
>shitty raps is what you orchestrate
>You been a lame since your origin date
>and you battle weak like our border aid
>I'd be ashamed if I was your parents
>Ugly daughter we'd be so embarrassed
>Couldn't even go out in our OWN hood
>cuz all the comments bout you would be No good
>Like what happened? Is she alright?
>Her face smashed in was that last night?
>She tried to battle him but that fast fight
>Got her ass lit up with NO flashlights
>She's overwhelmed with that raw skill
>It'd uh cut her down like saw mills
>She a clumsy girl No tall heels
>and I'm holdin aces when cards dealed
>I'm prime time you're infomercials
>I'm captivating they wish to turn you
>I'm Superbowl you're Preseason
>I'm Finals game you're D leaguing
>
>
homicidal crook is cooked
you cant see his face cuz its all in my bush
turn u to mush
you'll never win
hit u so hard u feel it, in ur next of kin
im just better thin (than)
i rip you so properly
aint no stoppin me cuz u weak like where tha crackaz be
im where tha hackaz be, tapping into your account
cuz boy, u just cant amount
to my irresistables
one nation indivisable
ill dead u invisable
have u wondering which way my riddle go
str8 confused
leave u bruised
headline page on the news
see, i could never be used
cuz this so simplistic
ill rip u rockin heels n lipstick
keep it mixed like bisquick
i kick those futuristics-flava in ya ear
who cares? about ur comebacks, impaired
see ill use the same lines on u twice
cut u thrice
im so damn nice im like whateva man
roll the dice, this is life
me deadin cats
so many punchlines gotta keep em sorted on racks
im a blast
from the past
have u wearin a sash
like the girlscout u are
cuz u a scrub on the passengers side of the car
see i got bars
for days-leave em so amazed
im like why u dazed
and confused
cuz i show and prove
u stella wishin she had her groove
back
i spit that crack
thats why they want me on contract
but im on combat like arushniks n shyt
o-k, an these bitches gets no credit
im like just forget it
so nonchalant
me and hiphops a weddin
and u on negative 3 and u pending
to get to my level
u just yellow
no bass in ya speech u talkin in treble
hello? that last verse was wack u cant maintain
stress and strain i still claim that fame
write u off like a bad check u can keep the chain (change)
since 9 duece i havent changed
my lyrics get u lifted stay on the brain
like that coke shyt up ya nostral
beat u til u just a fossil
beating me is impossible
its like an obstacle
course
showin no remorse
im original like the source
mag
leave ur toe tagged
i got too much swag to ever hang my head
so i just plow thru ur weak rhymes, instead
i was prom queen in hs boy
so ill put u to bed
u bed-
da recognize!!!!!!!!

N I ALWAYS HATED WHITE PEOPLE AND STILL DO! WHITE PEOPLE ARE NEVER GETTING LOVE FROM ME!

then when he responds it be bullshyt
i should be the winner! lolol



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You're shit isn't worth my response neither my attention unless I'm bored. I don't post bullshit at all, you've lost every exchange and have gotten constantly clowned. You wait all day for me to reply that says it all lol. Why don't you post a recording of one of your disses too or do you sound as wack as you type? lol

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

just admit it-im the winner
eat u like 7 courses on my dinner-plate
me n this lyrics are soulmates
cuz my flow is so great like them lakes
u cats r snakes-tryin to outdo me n shyt
but u cant hold a candle
like i said u cats is demons so rip ur antlers off and hang em on my mantle
put it on a voting panel
cuz i got more ammo than rambo
cats like u tryin to put me down
but for disses i should get every award
cuttin u up with my double esdged sword
leave u floored with the shyt i be spittin
cuz these cats are pre-pubscent-they little kittens
this is what i cook str8 out the kitchen
when im bliztin got u wishin for an intermission
cuz u need a break
for goodness sake im stil going
u cant think of shyt so u moping- around
u kno how i get down
ill never back down
i dont stop til emcees is on the ground
outlined in chalk
they gawk n stare cuz they cant compare
to me switchin up more styles then musical chairs
cuz i aint afraid of no crooks better yet homicide
cuz that name dont fit u
u doin the electric slide
pride is what i made of and u squares got too many sides
curb around u like a water slide
u aint got enuff stamina U LACK INSIDE
in this sport i went all nine
innings
str8 hitting them home runs
leavin emcees like gum
stuck the bottom of my shoe hun
fuggit he cant comeback so i guess i won

i cant even think but atleast i had a comeback

he talks his shyt but he cant maintain it
ahahahhaaha

FEEL LIKE DISSIG CROOK ONCE AGAIN

duke u mediocre
ur shyts a bluff like poker
motor mouth emcees get tha super soaker
wet tee contest and its all over
see soldiers like me jumpin out at u from the rover
see i pop pop like sum soda
u a net thug
pull the rug
from underneath u
but hold up it gets colder
u aint feelin my pics but secretly they still getting boners
the stench of ur shyt leaves a foul odor
see i got ta school ya ull rip me maybe when ur older
come on dog u aint even replying
cuz u say the same shyt u aint that exciting
n u lack stamina thas why im still fighting
u cant maintain like u got hit by lightening
or sum shit
layed up in the hospital
cuz ur shyt is downright dispicable
str8 redundant trash
see crash dummy emcees never pass
they never last
u ran out like u ran outta cash
where u at?









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Rello - cirgarillo weeded up

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

the nuclear button.


This is all squashed

Native American
Icehawks

yo it's huey-to-the-newie
I don't do louie, no vuitton
so, nigga sue me, in criminal court
for payin' no child support, of course . .
now I'm in federal court, for the coke transport
ha-ha . . stashin' ish in piano keys
while son blows 'bout 20 G's
the da vinci code got niggaz on they knees
homie u lame, lookin' for sesame seeds
negro please, I still flow for ki's
now u lookin' for which way to go?
got 'em blinded by that indigo . .
givin' em vertigo, u know, how it go . .
I still do me, huey-to-the-G
yo, it's brooklyn B, most can't see
that bridge from manhattan
got cats spazzin like, what happen?
any 1 wanna battle?
we got beef son like cattle
from the bronx to harlem
son we good, we ain't starvin'
got the intials in our skin by carvin'
holla @ my workout trainer named marvin
ha-ha,, had a little bit of fun
now I'm done son . .

across 110th street
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

>yo it's huey-to-the-newie
>I don't do louie, no vuitton
>so, nigga sue me, in criminal court
>for payin' no child support, of course . .
>now I'm in federal court, for the coke transport
>ha-ha . . stashin' ish in piano keys
>while son blows 'bout 20 G's
>the da vinci code got niggaz on they knees
>homie u lame, lookin' for sesame seeds
>negro please, I still flow for ki's
>now u lookin' for which way to go?
>got 'em blinded by that indigo . .
>givin' em vertigo, u know, how it go . .
>I still do me, huey-to-the-G
>yo, it's brooklyn B, most can't see
>that bridge from manhattan
>got cats spazzin like, what happen?
>any 1 wanna battle?
>we got beef son like cattle
>from the bronx to harlem
>son we good, we ain't starvin'
>got the intials in our skin by carvin'
>holla @ my workout trainer named marvin
>ha-ha,, had a little bit of fun
>now I'm done son . .
>
>across 110th street
>-xxx

str8 garbage
no heat just fresh outtacollege
backpacker mfs can suck on my cleavage
put so many holes in you -u hemarage
ur shyt is dry
n mines a cold beverage
see i do it for leverage
check the message-YOU SUCK
these cats r lost and stuck
on stupid
faka then a cubic
zircon
boi we can get it own
cuz i get stupid w lyrics like im blonde
and i aint fond
of ur shyt-
its like im sony
n these dudes r my lil ponies
beat em senseless
until they bony
they tenderonies
got ecb excessive cum backup cuz they aint getting any
my shyt is quaters baby and u pennies
y should i bring it to em-they aint ready
they still in puberty
they aint moving me
i got punchlines 4 days jus google me



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"and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough u thought u had it rough we always had enough"~tupac

hasn't been a battle in a minute
now i see who can bring it
gotta admit the girl is quick
won't even try to shine her shyt
props to u for holding ur own
n' not caring whose side u on

hes really testing me -cuz im feeling his energy

This rap ish is wrapped up
reynolds turned to wax
old and dried up tomatoes
thrown on stages where the hippies
hype the rap game in the name
of poetridus

Roses are red rappers
this is gangsta
throwing up papyrus
roughneck poets
throw your guns up
arm guns cock weezals

I see dead rappers
trapped in a writers block
letting off fumes
from a mummy tomb

Ezzz?watch your womb
it's foul and pussed up
I had to refresh your
new baby boom
this battle ish is older than
God lawd stop this charade
rants of corn cobs no salt
just butter boxers
men sweet like sugar ray
Ya'll gonna learn today-

this is cousin Shay from
Bk

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fugg ur poetry softer than babyshyt
i play around wit words on some amazin shyt
u didnt bring no heat so ripping u is easy
sleazy azz mfs dont mean ish ta me
ur shyt is fairies hear me clearly
softer than bambi
i know u hear me-WAKE UP
u gotta come wit ur best to defeat me
on the low they really wanna meet me
creep wit me
but i never put in my all
i knock stores down and build malls
they cant hit my g spot all in my walls
cuz they like escorts- on call
a bunch a bitches
ur flow got glitches-so i expose it
leave um ballet dancing until ur toes get
numb
i spit mathmatics and then some
come alil closer its all kosher
i knock em down like dominos and cut em up like lawn mowers
i aint got no time for soap on a ropers
they want me to say hot shyt so they can steal my quoter
aint noone doper


i dunno i cant think -only alil heat in this one





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Your return was cool
I dig the walls and the malls, but
it couldn't avoid my bulldozer.

:0

rewind
come again harder
than I'll responsed

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yeah right, laugh now, cry later
sorry to say, ya flow ain't greater
baby ya plane needs an aviator (ha-ha..)
ya talk about peter gunz, I don't think so son
my ex lax spit will give u the runz, hon . .
and make u do laundry strictly for fun
ya rhyme resume needs a cover letter
then maybe you'll hover around better
cuz yo hip hop ain't hiring, only firing . .
wack emcees, even femcees, & nicki wannabes
postin' but never hostin', only boastin'
ha-ha,,relax why I start coastin' . .
all ova ya grill, ya nigga ain't ill
gimme the dope if u need a thrill
oh, forgot u on the pill (ha-ha . .)
ya need to get outta that reality tv
and get honest B, I'll show u how to make a G
or two, or even three, then you'll be thankin me
told u to laugh now, cry later, so don't get caught
in the downtown loft, gettin niggaz off
gotta tell u ya rhymes are soft ..
softer, than bread, my metaphors got'cha coughin' up lead
rainin' bullets all ova ya head, ya heard what I said . .
baby u need to take a break or do the harlem shake
damn, wait . . I forgot u fulla hate laced like date rape
now u owe me, it's only probate, not a pro rate
ha-ha,, here I grow again committin' that deadly sin
c'mon get'cha azz in, it's 7-to-zip, I win . .
ha-ha!!!

lifE imitates art
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

>yeah right, laugh now, cry later
>sorry to say, ya flow ain't greater
>baby ya plane needs an aviator (ha-ha..)
>ya talk about peter gunz, I don't think so son
>my ex lax spit will give u the runz, hon . .
>and make u do laundry strictly for fun
>ya rhyme resume needs a cover letter
>then maybe you'll hover around better
>cuz yo hip hop ain't hiring, only firing . .
>wack emcees, even femcees, & nicki wannabes
>postin' but never hostin', only boastin'
>ha-ha,,relax why I start coastin' . .
>all ova ya grill, ya nigga ain't ill
>gimme the dope if u need a thrill
>oh, forgot u on the pill (ha-ha . .)
>ya need to get outta that reality tv
>and get honest B, I'll show u how to make a G
>or two, or even three, then you'll be thankin me
>told u to laugh now, cry later, so don't get caught
>in the downtown loft, gettin niggaz off
>gotta tell u ya rhymes are soft ..
>softer, than bread, my metaphors got'cha coughin' up lead
>rainin' bullets all ova ya head, ya heard what I said . .
>baby u need to take a break or do the harlem shake
>damn, wait . . I forgot u fulla hate laced like date rape
>now u owe me, it's only probate, not a pro rate
>ha-ha,, here I grow again committin' that deadly sin
>c'mon get'cha azz in, it's 7-to-zip, I win . .
>ha-ha!!!


ur shyt is weak and leaks net geek
my shyt is at it peak
runnin laps around yours like a track meet
ur shyt is oxymoron and hardly fo the streets
and ya gurl gotta eat so i put u to work fa me easily
ur measley bars arent creative enuff
snuff ya in ya grill and tell u to toughen up
or cut
it out
run up on u in ya own house
douse u in lighter fluid on ya own couch
afta that u be walking wit a slouch
im like thas what u get fo running ya mouth
we can take it anywhere up north down south
cuz im the host
and ur ish is casper the friendly ghost
get ya toast im made of plexi glass
and these cats cant surpass cuz they lack
stamina
im more reckless than jeru the damaja
put it on camera
me whippin yo behind like im ur mother
u britches got garters
cuz u feminine
just another dude i RIPped-just send em in
and nicki wannabe? gtfooh
i hit u so hard u still seeing glares
like u on acid
i do this for practice
see i push that shyt like milk moving gallons
bulleyes to ya melon
make u catch a case
now u a felon...





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I've always admired your spunk and finesse in battles with the fellas ... cuz here on Freestyle, I don't know of any females who can really touch you with fiyahhh!

Never~The~Less ... I hope you're able to channel those battle fires into battle~worthy attempts ((( OUTSIDE THE KEYBOARD ))) ... on the other side of your computer.

You Got What It Takes! ... *Work It*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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