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| mistaflo |
Date: Wednesday, 28/Oct/09, 2:27 PM | Message # 316 |
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ACEKAT- Ayo wigga ima rhyme murderous,metaphore mysterious
Liricaly tanked like a yellow schoolbus
So verbaly atractive you cant resist the lust
So perfect you must not resist the power
When you see my rhymes hanging high like a tower
And start to cower when you see ma rhymes handsome like a flower Imma vertical assasin,killing you from below
Youl see me bashin ,destroying you with my lyrical bow
Sleek like a panther and dark like a crow
Provoking you cancer and seeing you die realy slow
until youl be screaming of insanity NO!No!NO! ME Below your "lyrical" repetition is obvious makes me ponder the realness..
hiding the fact that you met your match...your a concealed bitch..
electrifiying defying power just like an eel fish...
you the type to go on the website's and steal shit.. whats your ACE in the hole? im tasting your soul...
it needs to be re-made whole..man im tasting the mold...
these few bars penetrate the toughest exterior
it aint hard to tell which emcees are inferior... Mista Flo youtube.com/mistaflo77
The 16 YEAR OLD EXCELLENCY!! i getta shape up...with a handful of figures
i "wReck-Tangledand" unprepared emcees with triggers
i rap circles round this square it aint fair when i spit!
beating me? you nuts! like pubic hair on my dick! -Mista flo
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| Acekat00o |
Date: Sunday, 01/Nov/09, 2:58 PM | Message # 317 |
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Posts: 1642
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Quote (EmSeeD) just incase you thought acekat was dissing white people, acekat is also white Yea i cant say nigga (no diss) so i say wigga
Graffiti
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Friday, 27/Nov/09, 3:55 AM | Message # 318 |
Heads
Posts: 11464
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take a seat sit back relax
making heat then i set tracks in wax
like a q-tip putrid
it makes the fakest crew sick
patronizingly
let you see yourself as more than equal
get lies you seek, crookedly feed your fat ego
while you secretly study my techniques,
easily body the pip squeeks,
while they constantly get weak
like monday to sunday
weaving together more lines than a runway
nuthin but pure jealous folks
fuckin insecure fellas can't attribute the quotes
back to me,
using it to gain props like a cheap movie (might help to read in NZ/aussie accent)
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Lord_Meth |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 6:04 PM | Message # 319 |
Heads
Posts: 6627
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Dont stress ur soul when tryna fit in my shoes
Gripping my tools, dead aim on ripping u dudes
Equiped with two metal hangers, clipping u to
Which will do the most damage, switching it to
A spiked bat, lets try that now lay back
Cock the weapon back and send ur head to fly back
Matter of fact lets use a crow bar to detach
Ur penis from the piece of of flesh connected to ur sack
Sick With It
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| NtG |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 10:31 PM | Message # 320 |
Heads
Posts: 4047
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fit in your shoes? sorry, i just got some new jordans today,
i paid my dues, quit with the fake shit your tryin to portray,
i take "I'll" and remove the apostrophe cuz im striaght ILL
get out my "aisle", get out my lane, cuz in between the lines im too real,
just like adult swim and family guy, I steal the show,
merry christmas lord meth, hahaha, cuz you a ho ho ho.
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| Uncharted |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 11:09 PM | Message # 321 |
Emcees
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if you think u havin a merry christmas, then you a fool
nice little verse, did your teacher write that for u at preschool
wit them gay ass nursery rhymes, u rhyme today and potray
so when i speakin to you, its like im smashing a dictionary to yo face
your a damn disgrace, after this it will be like yo soul is gettin erased
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| NtG |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 11:17 PM | Message # 322 |
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Heads
Posts: 4047
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Whats Santa gon bring me for christmas? my lyrics are both naughty and nice,
uncharted wrote his rhymes in kindergarten while bein' inspected for lice
im sorry, me in preschool? your rhymes are like show n tell,
kiddy please i'll cut you in half like the 17th parallel (17th parallel- divided vietnam into north and south)
Quote (NtG) fit in your shoes? sorry, i just got some new jordans today,
BTW i really did get some new jordans today, here they are
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| Uncharted |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 11:30 PM | Message # 323 |
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Emcees
Posts: 4766
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oh lord, NTG the faggot has actually responded,
wit the same bitch like comments
he gets laid down on a track like a beat then i spit over it
17th parallel??? you being complex is one hell of a fail
hit u up by two mics, call it gettin hop hop paralleled
he still in preschool playing in dirt, until he got lyrically mopped
the last verse were just punchlines, this is you gettin elbow dropped
he needs to be stopped now, you lack intelligent stanzas
It's ok if you cant rap, how about performing as my back up dancer
Stanta gets stabbed and severed up by prancer's long antlers
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Message edited by Uncharted - Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 11:46 PM
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 23/Dec/09, 0:30 AM | Message # 324 |
Heads
Posts: 13145
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Uncharted's line structure kind of reminds me of Masta Ace.
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| Uncharted |
Date: Wednesday, 23/Dec/09, 10:19 AM | Message # 325 |
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Emcees
Posts: 4766
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Quote (eboyd) Uncharted's line structure kind of reminds me of Masta Ace.
yeah, he's one my biggest inspirations (next to common)
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Message edited by Uncharted - Wednesday, 23/Dec/09, 2:41 PM
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| NtG |
Date: Wednesday, 23/Dec/09, 10:47 AM | Message # 326 |
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Heads
Posts: 4047
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you guys just hate me cuz im black
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| Uncharted |
Date: Wednesday, 23/Dec/09, 10:50 AM | Message # 327 |
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Emcees
Posts: 4766
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Quote (NtG) you guys just hate me cuz im black
LOL!!!!!!
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Saturday, 14/Aug/10, 8:00 AM | Message # 328 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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uncharted, you're about as smart as a retarded slow starting kid in kindergarden,
all your shit is garbage, i'll walk over you like carpet
this is a battle you shouldn't have started,
and regardless, you beating me is farfetched like a tard getting into harvard
never gonna happen quit rappin, thats like pac losing to hatton,
see now this ill tyrants will is violent, ready to blow and devour like twin towers
and still i land like staten a sicker champion than gower you coward
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Mystic-Rymes |
Date: Wednesday, 06/Oct/10, 5:15 PM | Message # 329 |
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you can call me BUSH ill leave you in pieces on the ground
surrounded by the sound of my explosives leaving you astounded
struggling to figure out how a chik could be a killer weapon
with a tight grip of this mic your gonna feel threatend
before i die and go to heaven, ima teach you a lesson
like a promis to my daughter im gonna slaughter you alive
youll be deprved have you wishing you had never arrived
begging for forgiveness is the only way you will survive
at hells gate your destination is where you have arrived
xoxox
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 06/Oct/10, 9:32 PM | Message # 330 |
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Heads
Posts: 13145
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i'm beyond hells gate. i'm the devil writing a list on papyrus/
of names of emcees that are on my soon to die list/
my irises dilate as they come across mystic. thought that i missed it/
the murder was graphic and explicit, quite exquisite/
i physically annihilate every rapper in sight. can't stop me/
you may wanna consider exodus. i'm every emcee's plight/
i'm your worst night -- mare squared. i ne'er care to be fair/
nor do i fear... any emcee so bare witness/
i detect your lies and my rhymes are the litmus so get this/
if you add up the enumeration of my sickness you get triple sixes/
you're witless... i tried to light your flame but you're wickless/
so sit this one out while the pros go at this bout and i turn it out/
lyrically you have no clout so don't run off at the mouth/
and enough with that nine-eleven conspiracy/
i'll call you Bush cause you're pussy and 'cause you speak incoherently/
and what tight grip do you speak of?/
you fumble the mic like a timid running back with greasy hands/
and when you pick it up to battle me you need assistance from your mans/
damn, that's a bitch ain't it?/
when we finish battling you're gonna wanna dye your hair and get a facelift/
that's if you don't die first from facing this/
and you claim your death will be heavenly, but i'm an atheist/
so when you die and nothing happens i'mma be sitting back laughing/
so captain, just let me know how you wanna settle this/
'cause my flow is like molten steel and you know how heavy metal gets/
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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