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| eboyd |
Date: Monday, 21/Dec/09, 3:44 PM | Message # 991 |
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Quote (Uncharted) stop laughing at me, you hurt my feelings IF YOU CAN TAKE A FUCKING DICK, YOU CAN TAKE A JOKE! -Immortal Technique 
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: Monday, 21/Dec/09, 3:48 PM | Message # 992 |
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Quote (eboyd) IF YOU CAN TAKE A FUCKING DICK, YOU CAN TAKE A JOKE!
-Immortal Technique
i dont take dicks....thats why i cant take a joke  .......
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| TheWatcher |
Date: Monday, 21/Dec/09, 5:00 PM | Message # 993 |
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Fucking your rhyme senseless as I commence with/
Nuts to bust into rhymes and verses faker than pretenses/
My verse is, generally a bit comprehensive/
Which is why your defense is, useless, leaving you defenseless/
Better switch up tactics/Seeing through your wackness/
I'm takin' it back with my seed, leavin you sin-wack shit/
As for most your rhymes, you didn't write it, I write shit/
The type shit that might get too ill for you to fight it/
The type shit that might cause tsunamis, leaving cities from NY to Miami/
Under water like the Atlantis/So face it, other emcees need to practice/ Jut something I put together quickly, don't have the patience to work on it..
Message edited by TheWatcher - Monday, 21/Dec/09, 5:02 PM
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| Acekat00o |
Date: Monday, 21/Dec/09, 6:22 PM | Message # 994 |
Heads
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Quote (Uncharted) pisces BITCH!!!!!!
PISCES RULE ,born 17 March 1993 , IRISH AND PISCES RULE !!! .... sry for the offtopic
Graffiti
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| YANHAP1 |
Date: Tuesday, 22/Dec/09, 8:35 AM | Message # 995 |
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Quote (eboyd) And good luck to you and your son! I hope his b-day is a special one! Thanks man, we had a great day,his little bro kicked it up as shepard 4 in the school nativity that morning,birthday boy got his first Guitar and some other shit and then Pizza and Avatar in 3D straight after school,soon as we got back he picked up the Guitar.8 years old.....sheeeet! Me casa su casa,
prompt smirks when he lurks and works jerks
throws turps on perps who rehearse to blurt worse
worth smurf mirth... ya basta
cast elastoplasts on the pin prick banter
fragility abilities smashed as glass or crystal decanters
pneumatically hammered chanters
those grammatically stammered ramblers
erratically clambered i emphatically handle
beyond tactically scrambled prancers
pussy foot stumblers mic mumblers
menge mutt buttercup puppy butt fumblers
who have to count the fingers just to make up the numbers
can't connect the dot to dot stuck to the spot dumber
the kind that pissed pants and got they moms to call a plumber
it just a jumble of bunglers
botched jobbed cheesy knobbed
easily fobbed spunk jugglers
imma a humma Ummagumma stunner
dwell in my cave let you parade
the weak displays a little longer
once upon a fantasy fantasists said they spit cysts
all they pitched is benign brine
cancer image? pictureless
cissy dribble quibble drivel
painted little missles,
lines fit for the roads middle
Fly swat with the Juggernaut
its a rugged sport sport
dig your hole pick a plot.
Who rocks this spot mindfully add with what they got?
On es Falcones? Who drop shit purer
than the Joy Divisions off-spring
Steppin up like Gruppenfuhrer.
And the hardest striver of the battle cats
Flightless prop half seeks the skills and stays meek to build Persepolis in All Black
and the Rites Original stencils and blends
the ceaseless theist wordsmith gifted and gabs the vocab of men
Hip Hop is a vehicle to learn
Upload meaning to the mainframe or its just Rap that chatters churn.
who killed bambi? 
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Friday, 25/Dec/09, 7:01 PM | Message # 996 |
DJs
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I walk thru the mock thru got my smock thru
just to do it you know I had to let the block thru
On all my graffiti drops you know I had to let the bomb thru
so I threw to you for touchdowns
Now I touch down on soft pillows
lost silhouettes of ghetto windows
it's just no longer the tough grounds making my rush now
Looking for gold mountains to bust down
I bust clowns applying the paint to their face
Trying to be a warrior in an apocalyptic race
Can't box with the fate get tossed at the gates
Faking the funk letting that junk out your trunk is waste
I stay bumping 808s to rep for my race like Radio Raheem
Still on the scene catching a case might break a window
Stuff I been into most can't relate so I keep my circle tight
Like a cage some can't escape but I'm out on high stakes
Like window escapes trying to get that ladder right into place
So I write right in place to lay bars that might lodge themselves in the way of everyday lanes
locking down my frame of reference to the game
Just to get a grip on the reigns now I climb for change
Making my way maybe someday I can change that mistake
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Uncharted |
Date: Saturday, 16/Jan/10, 10:57 AM | Message # 997 |
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Emcees
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i wrote this about a few days ago at school, i think this is one of my best verses ever. i wish i could rap this on my new mic but its some cursing in it (lol) i dont want my dad tripping like crazy. spittin shit so hot i got arrested for arson/
ya assholes keep talkin, ya gas get the fire startin/
yo raps are boring,
i wish i could stretch time to make it shorter/
if this was a lyrical country,
i'd rather get my ass shot for crossing the border/
face it, yall in amazement, rhyme schemes are basic/
our status is nowhere near adjacent/
this nigga will run through yo whole administration/
in frustratoin, i rip an ace into a duece/
this that unatural rap yall aint use to/
if you think of beating me, i be in laughter/
me battling emcees was broadcast on fear factor/
im like a legend in this game,
they even hung my rhymes book in the rapters/
you could be flashy or classy you cant out last me/
verses are out of this world, niggas be in zero gravity/
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Message edited by Uncharted - Saturday, 16/Jan/10, 10:58 AM
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Tuesday, 19/Jan/10, 1:56 AM | Message # 998 |
Heads
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damn that is one of your best verses, your dad might not mind if you changed "assholes" into "asses"
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Uncharted |
Date: Thursday, 21/Jan/10, 5:45 PM | Message # 999 |
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Emcees
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wrote another one today, again i wish i could record but im on punishment and im not even suppose to be on the computerr (lmao) my lyrics will no longer be in english/
not its in heiroglyohics, so picture this/
the lyricist who write down his fears, the fearicist/
the hybred lyricist, that could rap at it purest/
i could just step out my form/
its out of norm,
like the devil wearing a coat trying to keep himself warm/
demolish and unpolish yo pop status/
my style stays balanced like a magnet/
take emcees out of the equation, like a subraction/
then split them down into fractions, till they in fragments/
i direct these actors to cut the action/
so what if you rhymes is clean, its nothin/
mines are known to be rugged and cold blooded/
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Message edited by Uncharted - Thursday, 21/Jan/10, 5:48 PM
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Saturday, 06/Feb/10, 4:57 PM | Message # 1000 |
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DJs
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Wrote raps to soaks facts now I know cats that quote tracks
Just to unpack backpacks citizen of freestyle it's just no tax
Relax when I pass ports on the pro black can't dock on the thoughts
I had to know that just to move something show and prove who got the motive
To put the show in motion enrolling devotions
hosting donations to the dopest just the righteous way of promotions
No offense I keep my blades and stones in touch
Off every edge especially the roughest cuts
Shave much never save much though I razor blade cuts
It never rains on the page much with the quickness keep my kitchen
A plus trust every hook got beef laced and fileted up
Made up my missions dishing retributions given vengeance
Like parole on a life sentence I write beheading false positives
Reverse crooked knowledge's see through the bullshit to admonish it
Overstand politics represent my position push my prisms farthererst to the forefront to shine on the light on contradictions
equally dole out provisions freely taken freely given
The drops catalyze the science of the beginnings true artifact of the living
Livid and full of spirit art departs from hearts to minds in a minute
Thoughts are incense-d in the incense given deriven from mediations and true instance
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Mosmoi |
Date: Sunday, 07/Feb/10, 11:18 PM | Message # 1001 |
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I wish my lungs were filled with crack smoke
or be past broke with no hope and maybe ill be liked more
im tired of girls and pissed off at the world
go off on the person I hate who's nice and who has more
and thats a new low A destiny point for murdering one
on the third strike ill ink eleventh on the black line
and give you the piece of mind that you wont cry
even though i know its inevitable its past physical
im mental thats what i need a medic for
Im past bars and lines and im still high
how much does it take to steal a hot gun
put it to her face and get that gold rosary from a dirty nun
like my ex girls mother if you see her please tell her that i still love her
the day i lost my father i walked out the door
and saw a mother and her daughter grope each other
see that fucked with my Temporal Lobe
I feel sickened cause i cant talk see or listen.............
hmmm.......I think im lost.....
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| Chinita |
Date: Tuesday, 09/Feb/10, 8:46 AM | Message # 1002 |
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Quote (Mosmoi) hmmm.......I think im lost.....
welcome to the site Quote (Mosmoi) I wish my lungs were filled with crack smoke
or be past broke with no hope and maybe ill be liked more
im tired of girls and pissed off at the world
go off on the person I hate who's nice and who has more
and thats a new low A destiny point for murdering one
on the third strike ill ink eleventh on the black line
and give you the piece of mind that you wont cry
even though i know its inevitable its past physical
im mental thats what i need a medic for
Im past bars and lines and im still high
how much does it take to steal a hot gun
put it to her face and get that gold rosary from a dirty nun
like my ex girls mother if you see her please tell her that i still love her
the day i lost my father i walked out the door
and saw a mother and her daughter grope each other
see that fucked with my Temporal Lobe
I feel sickened cause i cant talk see or listen.............
deep
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 10/Feb/10, 2:43 AM | Message # 1003 |
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Heads
Posts: 11464
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mental shape in a temporary state of paralysis,
got me blocked and locked in callousness,
its a trap from way back, but i refuse to give in,
eat sleep work all week i used to call that living,
but i know if i ever wanna go far,
with a voice i have no choice but to do these hard yards,
its my happiness, its hip hop, thats why i practice this,
i have legs but i go no where, have eyes but only others see the suffering,
a mind filled with doubt, over a mouth that says nothing.
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Tuesday, 23/Feb/10, 5:45 PM | Message # 1004 |
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DJs
Posts: 222
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Deep in the knowledge build my college brick by brick
Keep my pupils dilated when I spit the script
Stay fit to lift minds cause I lift mines don't worry about the grind
I'm ahead of my time keep my second hands flying
To Icarus sky's they said it'd never happen that's just when I stage dive
Just to keep the page live I arrive alive on arrival only strong built for survival
In this hip hop revival got to stay vital keep my alpha wave tidal and my ekg libel
To spark shit to flood the thought market with ransoms and auctions
Demand some markmanship too many rappers off target
That's mainstream distributors they don't consider the
kinda of emcee that delivers the product without plastic
Just straight to your hand from tree now that's classic
Emcees only represent the craft of the masters
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| thessad |
Date: Wednesday, 03/Mar/10, 6:48 PM | Message # 1005 |
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I'll fracture the abdomen of a master of battlin'
Bring a camera with me to capture the shatterin'
Someone grab me a napkin and fork for faster devourin'
I'll free the lone beast and leave the bones clean in fractions if countin' them
Synergy's been in me and the temperature's ten degrees
Hotter than the product they've been sinfully givin' me
Spend a G instantly, shippin' keys? Nah, I use 'em to open doors
And contort the jaw of any rapper thinkin' their flow's been raw
'Cause honestly it's overcooked, I'll probably extort the shook
And use the money to fuel the funding for all of the new torture books
Would you like your flesh scorched or took to a slaughterhouse
Thinkin' you're major you're even indie to Modest Mouse
At the beginning of modern routes you got to choose your direction
Don't forget where you came from, keep your cool and connections
And away from using the Ruger's protection, but your left and right close
Don't always do foolish things for moods to swing or to catch a high pulse I like how I was in battle mode, then went and ate dinner and came back all conscious lol
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