Back In The Game (Step up if you got the balls)

[bez]

I have to earn your respect so thats what I'll do,
You have to run and duck cos my words are cumin to you,
You have to feel my lyrics cos they come from the heart,
All ya'll feel it now but didn't from the start,
I know I will never make it number 1 in the chart,
But to have dreams and the will I hope I might get far,
Acomplish my goals,
Then fuck some ho's,
All of my shows will be big but lets see how it go's,
Cos a grew like a rose,
Matured quite quick,
Yes I'm 16 today so I'm doin this for you prik,
Anyone that want's to diss me and say shit about my lyrics,
I don't give a fuck I know you sayin cos you fear it,
You need to open up your ear's and hear it,
I'm back in the rap game and people know it,
Respect to those who I ow it,
To that that dissed me from day 1,
I'm right back here and I aint leaving for no 1,
Fuck ya'll I'm back,

[maxi-padz]

i still aint impressed/
i aint earned my respect/
now shut da fuck up as i start to disect/
yo membrain tryen to raise yo intellect/
but u still aint got a clue/
ima punch u in the throat kick u in da balls make u spew/
spew hunks of blood/
gushing out like a flood/
then ima bury ur face in the mud/
with my foot stamped on ur head/
then ima throw u ova da bridge into a river bed/
im so furious im going red/
i told u to come here and earn ur pay/
but instead u turn the board into gay day/
u fucken faggot/
tryen to work ur way into our society like a maggot/
nigga cum out n play/
while i line u up n spray/
step into da frey fo a grip/
diz aint no conflict/
u aint in da battle/
u aint even got da skill to bust on da same leve/
wif maxi-paddy aka da muthafucken devil/

nice rhyme playa 3.5 outa 5
peace
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[Maestro Minded]

y'all 2 is talkin shit, while I-BO is poppin clips
straight hardcore, increadible rhymes i flips
y'all fall back, no doubt, when i'm furious
listening to your joints makes me wonder if you're serious
ending the whole battle, when i flow, i make it clear
flawless victories, when punshing wannabeez everyweare
with a right and a left uppercut, like holyfield
you betta rewind and step back, or you might get killed
by my rhyme, now check the damage i occured
gotta say: sorry  for my strengh and sorry for my word
i blow with 100% when im on the microphone
throwing punks   like freesbeez, or old grammophones
I B O, aka Lyrical MC, with the flow
is the man on the board, now it's time for y'all to know

[bez]

No this shit right here is what its about,
This board belongs to me,
So I'll make it stand out,
I'll jump up and shout and then jealousy comes,
As soon as I appear with my shit ya'll pray like nuns,
So duck your heads cos here it comes,
Time for me to mock both of you for failing to hit home runs,
Thats right yer you can't even get it out the park,
Just like this rap game you don't wanna meet me in the dark,
Cos like a fuse I'll sparky and get very mad,
Flip on your ass like my motherfuckin Dad,
Maxi pad, padz whatever it is,
You wanna step up to me and say your shit,
Beat me down like you own this shit,
Come on kid I am better than that shit,
I throw my words but make you feel it,
Cos you know they rhyme good and they are sound's you can hear,
Who's this motherfuckin I-BO queer,
A no talent jerk bring  on I hold no fear,
Everything you can say I heard all last year,
I'll make you fall and land hard like space station mere,
Cos I can  see yer,
Sweatin in yer seat,
Maxi Padz is from the street,
He has earned my respect but your rhymin is weak,
I saw better shit on jerry springer last week,
You dam stupid fool I dare you to reply,
Cos I'll write back again worse cos I'm bez thas why,
The masta of disazter a guy with a plan,
I don't hate black but I bough a 3 year membership with the ku-Klux Clan,
Sorry BO I'm on messin yo lets not make this thing racist because that down shit like a ho,
But sorry guys I win nothin tops this 1,
MSN ain't workin so I worked on this 1,
I thought my shit through thats why it hurt you,
Keystyle board Bez promises never to disurt you,

Guys that was nothing person I was just thinkin shit.  Thank you both for replyin and I hope to hear what you say, Sorry again don't take me seriously ok?

[Maestro Minded]

i dont get mad, cuz i unserstand your flow was running wild....

but i gotta critisize some of your rhymes. u rhyming "shit" with "shit" and "shit". "Hurt you" with "disurt you" and "this 1" with "this 1"

it's a little bit kurupt-style.....

ima drop my rhyme later

peace out

[maxi-padz]

shit, shit, shit that how u come across, ima fucken puncture ur shoulder with stakes n hang u up on a cross/
im da fucken boss/
da muthafucken leader, ima slit yo bitches throat and bleed her, then skin da hoe n wear her as fur/

fuck i cant be stuffed
ima finish dat rhyme later
urs was tyte but like ibo said sum parts werent consistant
i-bo was tigth as well
peace
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[Maestro Minded]

i remember them fools messing  with I B O
regreting 5 sec later, like i was undercover 5-0
my shit stinks like a ho???
but you still want me to give you some mo'
cuz when y'all fools was kids, i still had my flow
the rhymes of  I-BO, tha don, is always magnetic
claimin that you dont like my shit?? thats pathetic
people always stealing my rhyme, and i aint gettin no credit
no props for my battle-style, even though i made it
like the lakers, i destroy anything on my way
so if them cant flow on my level, them fools shouldnt stay
before accepting my challenge, them should make their last pray
cuz i dont give no murcy when i high
giving you a free flight
70 000 feet above, even the  ruggest will cry

(im not done with this text......will add more later)

[bez]

I know I rhymed words with the same words because I thought it sounded good.  I mean I could of used plenty more words but I didnt want to.

peace

[Maestro Minded]

i bet it do...but the problem is that whem i'm reading your rhyme, i dont know how you flowed to make it good.

[maxi-padz]

shit, shit, shit that how u come across, ima fucken puncture ur shoulder with stakes n hang u up on a cross/
im da fucken boss, watch as me n my niggaz floss/
da muthafucken leader, ima slit yo bitches throat and bleed her, then skin da hoe n wear her as fur/
why do u tink these pleasantries occur/
caus im evil, not like kanevil, not even da devil/
im like da devils old man, red sun tan, not even overseer got the balls to ban my name/
im like a wild animal but tame build up yo confidence then start to maim/
i put u up on the cross coz dats wha it sayz im the prophesy/
da maxi-paddy philosophy, my muthafucken bible, dis da show down final/
pull out yo gats quickly its time ot draw, dis da final score/
ur palms get sweaty as the sun beats down, your guns flare up while yo body goes down/
den u fall in a lifeless heap, n u fall into an eternal sleep/

was that on target?
peace
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[Maestro Minded]

i remember them fools messing  with I B O
regreting 5 sec later, like i was undercover 5-0
my shit stinks like a ho???
but you still want me to give you some mo'
cuz when y'all fools was kids, i still had my flow
the rhymes of  I-BO, tha don, is always magnetic
claimin that you dont like my shit?? thats pathetic
people always stealing my rhyme, and i aint gettin no credit
no props for my battle-style, even though i made it
like the lakers, i destroy anything on my way
so if them fools cant flow on my level, them shouldnt stay
before accepting my challenge, them should make their last pray
cuz i dont give no murcy when i high
giving you a free flight
70 000 feet above, even the  ruggest will cry
while im dressin kung-fu, y'all still dressin "karl kani"
boyaka, boyaka, 2 shots from my rhymes, will make them fools die
i fry, i try, i do anything  when i'm high
dont take it for granted, I-BO never apply
fools have been told, I-BO them gotta nail
fools prefer jail, cuz the mission they will fail
destroying I-BO only happens in the fary-tale
cuz my flow is to difficult for them to inhale

[bez]

So my raps don't rhyme,
Fuckers suck mine,
I live a life of crime,
And its my time to shine,
I was fellin fine but now fuckin angry,
Maxi-Padz you want me on a cross to fuckin hang me,
You just don't understand me,
And where I'm comin from,
I-BO fuck you motherfuckin hom,
I'm becomin violent,
I can't stay silent,
In this rap game,
You all shut up when I over came,
I feel no shame,
I can take the pain,
But both of your shit is f'n lame,
You wanna reach fame you gonna have to rap better,
You shit's all sloppy like it was a love letter,
Bet you is a querr dresses in all leather,
You rap fags,
Both you bitches,
Fall to the crowd you now need stiches,
Cos thats what my words do they hurt you,
They come after you like a missile launched by a battle crew,
I drop bombs like a B-52 and shoot bullet like a rifle,
You 2 motherfuckers go stick yer head in a trifle,
Cos your shit ain't gonna stifle my rhymes,
Bez is here and aint leavin these times,

I thougth that was ok!

[maxi-padz]

tyte
peace
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[ITW [the irish boy]]

beefing wit ma boy whether it's real or fake/
will result in a beef meal with you left to bake/
take you out, your burnt to cinders/
shake in off-you want respect?then u betta win this/
now bez i know u been beatin down like yo wack/
ever since battling jay, his names stuck on your back/
when he jacks off u get the blame for the mess he leaves/
when i hit fame ill pay u back by seeing his family grieve/
u can fight them, surprise them, with whats up yo sleeve/
though the success of me you'll never achieve/
weave around these obstacles in the right frame of mind/
otherwise you'll end up getting dissed like the start of this ryme/
just press rewind/
see what you might find/
that im one of a kind/
ill diss u for being a bitch but im not blind/
ur not a snitch, u have some talent/
but are you valient?
will you die for your dawgs?
keep driving through fogs/
if your answer is yes/
then you pass the test/
however, if its no/
your in a class with now i know/


assess that one dawgs...i wrote it without looking at the screen so its raw and real (and short) it shows how my train of thought can change in seconds. whassup ma nigga paddy....i printed up that collaboration, but we need maybe an extra verse or two to beef it up, and a dope beat to go with it and a female singa, like in unconditional love. Hit me up when msn gets back online.

Later gz,

ITW

[maxi-padz]

when msn gets back online ill get us a beat and maybe a singer
i got connectionz as u know
yea we still gotta do dat joint 3rd verse well work on it when we can sit down for like an hour or sumshit
ight im out movie iz on
peace nig
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