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LoDizzo

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DPGC-2G.Com Collabo : Tha Re-Birth
« on: April 26, 2002, 10:05:04 AM »
Part 1

LoDizzo
To celebrate tha Re-Birth of DPGC-2G.Com,I got sum of our best lyricists to drop a lil sumthin.Finna prove we got skill and style of different sorts.Big shout outs to EVERYONE at DPGC-2G,especially WSCG & DJ $harp fo puttin in all tha work.Big shout out to all tha other Forums that hav been keepin it real (especially HHF).I hope y'all enjoy dis shit,and consider become'n a member of tha board.Now Ima pass it to my nigga TT.W.I.S.T.E.D to kick this shit off -

TT.W.I.S.T.E.D AKA GeNome
welcome the surreality of the situation/
its blatant,that my education,is leadin me/
to have my kinfolk arm the battle stations/
like navies deployin rappid rations of neuclear destruction/
jumped up from the introduction,its clear my cellular provisions /
that prohibit me from enterin the third deminsion/
like the neo cortex existing,in the matrix/
withought sufferin from hyper-tension/
its the slave and Im the master so I have tah
represent with the full force of sky-walker gang bangin/
of course,i still hit with finesse-ful soul that contorts/
and a dispenfull mouth that filled with rhymes of all sorts/
and i still got a penchant hunger,that fails to feed me/
and I reap what need be but you still dont see/
thee insanity,is all around your iris and attaking your receptors/
so you just sit back and chill with me only one of the potential PREDATOR/
when the will of many is more lethal/
than that of a body reamed with rusty swords/
thats net bangin,while pedophinilia his harder to cure/
then a dried up eye socket,plauged by cold sores/

Stickygreen
one time for your mind,ah fuck it,make it 2 times
Cuz ima come full force showin no mercy with heavy these lines
Puttin cats in their place like i was growin them from soil
You may be a well assembled verbal machine,but youre out of oil
And im the reason your style ran dry fear of steppin to me made you pout and cry
But it dont phase me,or distract me,cuz i wont stand back and let any wack emcee attack me
DPGC-2G,thats the crew im reppin,holdin this fort up like a weapon
Fail to recognize and consider yourself a victim,as i point my mic at ya,ya best to stick em
You have the right to remain silent,anything you do or say will be used against yo punk ass lyrically,
Cuz im quick to pick your crew apart like the pedals from a lily
We like a family,you fuck with one us you fuck with us all....
DPGC-2G,thats the outcomes,think ya can takeover?
Be prepared for a long fall
Aint no climbing back up either,cuz we're the ladder you need to step on,but we don't bow down to no one,this is a lifestyle,not just fun
Stickygreen,a criminal minded muthafucka,ill have KRS knockin
on my door to gimme props,reverse my role rapidly and punish that ass like ya pops An emcee can only shed so many tears,until the payoff comes along for crushing competiton for years

Rip The Jacker
when it comes to battle raps noboby can touch the flow/
i challenge you to battle in front of millions of people live on the tonight show/
fuck ya punchlines i spit verbal body blows/
got this board on fire with my dialect an verbal scenarios/
yall a bunch o hos/you could never ever step to this/
makin heads turn with these rhymes like the fuckin exorcist/
fuck ya watch and ya chain if i wanna rob ya a fuckin jack ya bitch/
i spit that hardcore shit like some swedish porno flick/an im to quick/
motherfucker i turn ya punchlines against you/
fuck a gunfight bitch i go medieval and sword fence you/
i got the excalliber flow/i got a extravagant ho/
44 caliber to your face until you recite those bible prayers that you know/
an im fuckin you outta ya main cash flow/like im suge and you harry o/an oh no/
you shittin at these rhymes you readin/
man I spit these so hard at you/you delelopininternal bleedin/
you so scared your fuckin afro fallin out and yahairline recedin/
rip the jacker the main leader in bad deedin/
an really/ who the fuck is you/claimin you the iller/
man i got cats in my team that should be in the S.A.S cause they all trained killers/ pitbulls punchin an bitin like tyson all blood spillers/ man i aint gonna stop in this game till my crib looks like percy millers/got my scrilla/
it aint about the cash im into battle raps/
you cant believe what you seein cause my rhymes read could probably give ya cataracts/
this rhymins my gift an to even start rappin you cats need
an arm full a smack/
you fuckin junkies talkin all this ice an the only rocks you got are in ya pipe fulla crack/you aint got gats/
an you wildin like chicks on x in raves/steppin to us is like lyrically diggin ya own fuckin graves/
it would take you about 10 years of practise before you lyrically on my level or stage/
rookie or vet/man you fuck with these cats on this board an you loosin respect/
I turn ya whole crew and hood against you so ya life turn into a hell of a mess/
Your crew so much like bitches soon you’ll be startin to fuckin cross dress/
my rhymes stay the best/cause the flows off the meter/like no other fucker/
im the reason ya wife or girl keep comin in late cause I turned her into a cheatin motherfucker/
bring ya crew bring ya boys bring ya posse fuck it bring ya sisters and brothers/
steppin to my crew we’ll roll up on you like 18 wheeler pro truckers/motherfucker!

Tha Rest Comin Up
 

LoDizzo

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Re: DPGC-2G.Com Collabo : Tha Re-Birth
« Reply #1 on: April 26, 2002, 10:06:44 AM »
Continued....

Pugilist
yo i be str8 crackin your spine and hairline/
dont test me cus im jackin my rhymes up to the skyline/
this time you cant reach that high cus u cant touch me lyrically/
youre fallin down while im still elevating, contiuously/
i'll kick this rhyme comin str8 at your brain/
this shit is too hot for you to keep up and maintain/
i know your confused cus u cant handle this/
make sure your homies are around for this battle to bear witness/
this lyrical beat down so hard your gonna end up lifeless/
man dont even bother with a comback you already lost/
just remember one thing,dont come up against the boss//
youre rhymes are so weak i refer to them as underground/
while my rhymes are untouchable,my shits above the clouds/
u can always try,but to try and fail is to no avail/
your a follower,trailin behind eatin dust off my trail/
to reach out and touch me,you cant even come close/
this rhyme is ripping you apart and this i can boast/
right now you weak and defeated,i burnt you like toast/
charred up,beat down,theres no time for you clown/
just get the fuck outta here cus this is now my town/
dpgc-2g is what im reppin/
u dont wanna fuck with us,so get ta steppin/
we are way outta your league/
your standing there lookin intrigued,like u should be/
cus this shit is too much for you to handle/
fuck u bitch i just burnt u like the flame from a candle/

LoDizzo
Let it be known to wack rappers dat we here to get rid of you/
Your shits so pitiful,itz only right we lay a hit on you/
Make tha situation critical,and shut ya system down/
Ya only lookin fo beef but ya gettin tha whole cow/
So shut ya mouth,bite ya tung,you dont know where we from/
Deadly MCz,flowin in tha breeze as if we're sparkin blunts/
I spit pure fire,cos Im a Lyrikal Messiah/
Cut a short circuit and shock ya like a live-wire/
Dis shits strong enuff to hit your stomach and break ya back/
Ill attack ya in tha hospital til your line beeps flat/
Wheter itz slangin drugs sluggin thugs,or pushin digits in funds/
My niggaz wont play games,we always get tha job done/
Every rhyme rides ya spine,and shatters ya vertebrate/
Every line fucks ya mind,cos they courtes-say of may (me)/
Im str8 to tha point on joints cos my ways are str8 hood/
Neva doin good,so put ya lips on my wood/
DatNiggaDizzo couldnt give two shits bout what cha think/
If ya mind fulla negativity,my lines should leave imprints/
My shits ghetto,but not stereo-typical/
Like beat-downs inna Church,your punishment will be biblical/
Im slashin cords not umbilical,so dont take it on how I say/
Cos my glororific lyrics will play ya in different ways/
I unload whenI explode,no time to reload so put tha gat down/
How ya gon knock a good nigga if he got bad styles?/
I buck wild wit it,lemme get foul wit it/
You dont hav ta be a real nigga to feel how I spit it/
But dat dont mean Im fakin,nigga for godsakin/
Im rollin ya up and smokin mo refer than a Jamaican/
My shit need stick shift,plus Im runnin crict-tics/
Im consume'n MCz and later on they gettin shit-ted/
Tha ill discription Im fiitin it,unexplanatory how Im rippin it/
Im smokin tha bombest fluid,and yet ya still sippin it/
I spit str8 illness,givin deez MCz diseases/
Me and my niggaz keep it gully,lookin real treezy believe me/
I keep mo suspense than tha verdict of your court case dats pend'n/
Now Ima passit to my dogg Sim to kill ya off wit his end'n/

Sim
Yea,if its time to go to war DPGC gone count on me fa sure,keepin it raw,hittin wack mcs to the floor,lyricaly slice ya fuckin head off wit a verbal saw/
Respect this shit right here,every other cat steppin shittin they pants in fear,if goin to war was this much fun,id have been doin to ya all year/
Its Tha Siccnin Verbal Criminal,my throat is constatly smokin wit artillary,the shits just subliminal/
We a team of 10 plus hard hittin mcs strong,like B.I.G fuckin wit this is dead wrong,oppisin mcs hate us cause are lyrics are gettin up they ass like a thong/
I already get bite'n without yall muthafuckas,styles tracks,raps but the DPGC on this track we gonna expose the bustas,ima take out the suckas/
UK to the graveyard,ima represent at least yall wack mcs gonna have an eazy ride wen im not around,pussy fakes yall laugh at my artillary you resent/
Dizzo hit me up for 12 bars,im droppin 17 muthafuckas,just to officialise this hiphop game is mine DPGC,fuck that,its ours/
Im back like always dissin the bustas,biters and fakes,killin
everbody even fakes on this board,but im together on this tracks,all these cats realise ima higher the stakes/
Persistance and Skill is what it takes,to succeed in this rap game,you gotta beware of cowards,phoney friends,biters and fakes/
Ill take your whole crew out by myself,DPGC just here to hurt
you some more as i verbally peel any opposistion of the shelf/
I dont rap for cheddar,i rap for pleasure,altho i enjoy the treasure,i like burying wacks mcs better,ima do it forever/
When it comes to battle tracks i cant be touched,verbal crimes bein commited,your puney ass flow wasnt built to take this much/
I can see your ass fallin from your propaganderous hype,as i step up to the mic,people be laughin at you,you rock your shit wack,i rock my shit rite,to tite,your outta site/
Even people on this board be bite'n my shit,so just imagine your wack crew tryin to fuck wit it,my images,styles flow and tracks you had always bit/
Its as simple as this,yall muthafuckas get off my dick,ima ride on your ass for fun and still get rich,the worlds most dangerous clique,D-P-G,get yo ass outta rap bitch........

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