CREM- DIGITS PRESENTS THE GREATEST BATTLE EVER....

[Hambone (Guest)]

top anything/
how much bacon u bring/
cut out that fat/
im stayin lean/
e-styles flowin like a stream/
Just call me Mr. Clean/
you dirty dirty/
im strong and sturdy/
your weak, and flimsy/
i come with nuthing but consistent quality/
time after time/
rhyme after rhyme/
try as hard as u want, you still cant follow/
in my steps, more like on your knees..open up, take a swallow/
gulp, gulp......
sick bastard/
cock the gun back, pump pump, Blaaaaw!!!/
your hardcore image is shallow/
you new name is pussy willow/
time to lay you down to rest/
put your head on that coffin pillow/
im on a quest/
i expect nuthing but the best/
from all the affilates/
need to all step up, and keep rippin shit/
One day we will put this on the Best of the Affiliates Mixx/
I can only wish/
until then, I need to keep this up, break ya off as my new bitch/


so is this still the greatest battle/
nobody seems to be taking it serious and moving forward/
more like going back, doing a lateral/
No matter where im at, im going to represent seattle/

rising above the clouds/
for all the fallen soldiers/
im makin them proud/
my mind has been movin towards criminalistic/
say some wack shit, i will go ballistic/
yeah this shit is exquisite/
lace this keystyle for all of the affiliatez
im the Big Target, your just the blip/
so sit back and take a sip/
drink some of this game/
or let it marinate/
your shit is the same, i can barely stay awake/
im giving it to you, all you can eat/
so take a seat, bringin it just for the streets/
so come ruff and rugged/
dont be tender like some meat/
if you do, I will know u wasnt/
up to the challenge, mashed u together ate u as my sandwich/
you u are plain, so please refrain, from the claim, of being on top/
aight maaain?/

[ITW [the irish boy]]

PICIDILLY CIRCUS
LIKE THIS RIDICULUS SURPLUS
OF WANNABE RAPPERS
SUCKIN ON PURSED LIPS GRABBIN PURSES
COMPILIN THEIR RHYMES OF THE WORSTEST CURSES
WHILE I LIE BACK GET MY BALLS BURST BY NURSES
TOP THIS
I GUESS IT WUZ A GOOD RHYME NOT A CRIME
NIGGA U DID JUST FINE BUT JUST REMEMBER  ULL NEVA TOP MINE
SIPPIN WINE IN MY PRIME
DONT DENY  I HAVE DEVINE/ POWER OF KINGS
IM GODS RIGHT HAND MAN HE TELLS ME THINGS
FUCK THE BLING BLINGS AND ANGELS DONT GOT WINGS
A SECRET HES A WOMAN AND WEARS NIPPLE RINGS
AHHH SHIT U BETTER RUN FOR SHE TRYS TO SING
COZ EVEN THE DEVINE ONE HAILS ME KING  OF KINGS

HEHEHEHEHE  WHASSUP HOMIES KEEP IT CRACKIN...bpg snoopdogg that was some good shit keep it up g..haha...but remember, youll not top me.

later homies

IRISH THUG WANNABE

[Big BpG]

remember, youll not top me.

Heehee, This Is What I have To Say!

You must not have heard my last few words
But I read your last two sentences
That shit was absurd
You flow like shit in the form of curds
Fallin from the sky from a flock of birds
Now Sir
Let Me Tell You Again
BPG's best friend is not an Irish Kid
Mr. Irish_thug_wannabe
Will Be Mr. Irish_thug_wannaSEE
After I poke out his E-Y-E's
And Let Them Drop Like apples from an apple tree
So you tell me to remember that you are better
But Why should I from your vocal measure
It doesn't even reach the richter scale
So Hale The Irish who will never prevail??
This is the war that crem started
But Parted and departed to me ill-hearted
So I'll take this board one by one and gun you down like nun's shun fun

REMEMBER?? PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST MADE YOU REMEMBER

later homies

-bpg

[Hambone (Guest)]

oh shit/
its startin to get serious/
muthafuckas are starting to sound furious/
stepped up to the plate/
i know its all luvv, but the rhymes have hate/
everybody sounds alike/
nobody came to fight/
all the same,more like carbon copy xeroxes/
your mutated, retarded you werent lucky to go through a synapsis/
yeah look through that dictionary to see what that is/
class is in session, u flunked this quiz/

im comin scandalous/
affiliates is a family, yes,
unfortunately there just isnt a "I" in us/
"I" is he, that be me, keep fucking around u will get burned, save yourself and cop a plea/
dont you see?/
the proof is in the puddin/
knowin damn well ya'll shouldn'/
define irony/
all claim to be on top and bringin it hard/
hmmm...all sounds like me/
while Hambone brings the Tyranny



:-/

[ITW [the irish boy]]

IN MY RHYME I BRING LOVE
BUT WHEN YOU WAR I FIGHT
I SEE NO DOVE
U HAVE NO RIGHT
TO TAKE THE BELT FROM BE
THATS NUTHIN SHORT OF BLASPHEMY
COZ  WHEN IM THRU WIT U YOULL BLAST FOR ME
YOULL GIVE UP YOUR MUTHAFUCKIN ASS FOR ME
TAKE YOUR NAME FROM SOMEONE ELSE AND ADD A BPG
GET A NEW NAME LIKE THE THUG WANNABE
THUG WANNA SEE??
SWITCH THAT AROUND YA CANT SEE ME
WE ALL NOW UR THE ONE HANGIN FROM A TREE
JACK OFF ONE LAST TIME YOUR A 'GIN NEVER SEEN A GEE
ONE MORE QUESTION?WHO HUNG YA?IT WUSSUNT ME

were'd that outburst come from bpg, hahaha remember, you'll not top me!

later gs

[Hambone (Guest)]

yo, what happen to everyone else/
it really dont matter cause Im going for self/
top notch/
your swatch watch/
im rolex/
coming from the northwest/

glidin,slidin all the way through the northwestside/
everyone else hidin/
dont wanna show/
on dem do lows/
takin blow, to they nose/
fuckin with hoes/
while im jackin dem mo mo's/
who has the serious image/
this isnt the superbowl, more like a scrimmage/
lyrics hittin you, causin serious damage/

im consistent,
persistant/
multi extravagant/
your hesitant/
keep tellin yourself to be jubliant/

take a backstep/
im kinda mad, some of ya'll aint rep correct/
heres some tissue, i see a couple of tears, even you momma wept/
your about as tight as wyclef/
fell off, like cannibus, put on the back shelf/
your small, even close to medium/
im XX large, just remember im in charge/
Ahhh Tennnn Hut!!!!/ Im Your Sarge!!!/
drop down give me Ten/
your bitch is about as good lookin as marge/

u have 10 seconds/
to convince me to chill and let everything be pleasant/
or bow down and remain my peasant/
not claimin to be the king/
im the silent partner, runnin things/
like the offensive coordinator on the team/

keepin everything in check/
from here to yo set/
and thats on a 3 to 1 bet/
your about to get wet/
reach for your umbrella/
you's a bitch, trying to get your groove back like Stella/
can't rhyme like Yella/
i got nothin left to tell ya/
keep it true, stay down whether its red or blue/
stay tight with your crew/
smoke a blunt, have a brew/
and take out the Bar b que!

sup all!

[Big BpG]

Yall Ready........ OK!


Another War Dance Verse From A Mexican Smurf
I can make an Irish Thug cry without using a curse
Simply take his beer and his green t-shirt
Pull down his pants and lets his knees hit the earth
I've been doing this shit since the day of my birth
Attacking Irish Thugs that be claiming my turf
Is It Worth The Pain and grief though?
Yea especially when you take an Irish potatoe
Put a mexican sticker over their label
And steal their leprechaun porn from their TV cable
I got your gold kid, you gonna run after me
I'll leave a trail of gold coins to my destiny
I mean destination
Sorry , lack of communication
I'm flowing so fast Im out of ammunition
But I'm on mission
To go fishin
And be pissin in a lake of irishes kissin
That's irish dissin from a mexican tradition
Long Live Mexico
That's it for my wishin

later gators

-bpg

[ITW [the irish boy]]

A LIL BIT BETTA FROM DA KING OF WACKNESS
HAHA HANG U UP IN A RING AND HARNESS
CLAIMIN BROWN PRIDE AND DISSIN MY PEOPLE? DATS NOT HARDNESS
YEAH YO A CARD LESS THE DECK
HAVE BITCHES XCLAIMIN WHAT DA HECK
SORRY WHAT THE HELL ILL BREAK YOUR NECK
MICROPHONE CHECK SON
BETTA BOW DOWN SON
YOULL BE CAUGHT IN THE MOUSE HUNT
HAHA REMEMBER MOUSE?YEA HES DEAD.CUNT
SO ILL BE BLUNT
LEAVE OR TRY AND SHUNT
ANOTHER ROUND OF CAPS
DONT JUST GRUNT
U CAME TIGHT BUT CAUGHT THE BLIGHT
THATS PICKIN A FIGHT WITH IRISH MIGHT
IM CONSTIPATED OR BORED SHITLESS SO I SAY
GOODNIGHT


sup ya'll... sorry bout usin yo name mouse.r.i.p. hahahaha... sup bpg lets see some more spit shit...i think that was a weak effort but shits on my mind.

Later

IRISH THUG WANNABE

[Big BpG]

You Say What I Said Is weak
Well Speak from yo mind
But this tweak will now shine my prime
This Time I'll send your ass where you belong
Singing happy happy joy joy songs to king kong
No wonder, you pitty my strength in heat
It's like zipping up your body at the start of your feet
From your toe to your head, you lie there dead
With red pumping out from my verbal post thread
You read the beef and now your deceased
The feast has started for some raw Irish meat
A gourmet platter only means the least
But what does matter is now I'm the chief

[So Much Style]

yo verteran of this keystyle shit...........yoooo

ima tear yall up some more/
ima fuckin tear out your vocal cords/
why? so u cant rap no more/
cause fag u aint gettin better than 4
outta 10 on my scale/
get the fuck off my tail/
causin betrail to this male fail ima put you in  a cradle/
like  baby , cause your bitch ass be whinnin/
all these contracts your signin/
bringing money to mine and/
my crew cause your wack as fuck too/
me battling you/
like a 7 foot verse 5'2/
its not fare/
so dont share i declare/
the enhanced chance/
proverbs causing rampads/
i'll see you next period like i was tampax/
and fuck u up inbetween the ring/
cause u cant see me/
like your optical vision was 20/70
so yo dont be messin with me!

yooooo try to overcome that dope shit im out

[ITW [the irish boy]]

this topic is dying
from the lack of trying
the wackness of lying
and the sadness of crying

time to rip this shit up with my standard black font
but im not the standard black hombre i know you want
in fact im irish and white in the mood for a fight
step up if u think my claim is not right
haha denying my rule is denying a human right
a human riot, of gs and hoes disruptin the quiet of a tuesday night
what a sight what a mite good fight good night
bye bye officer jones ive turned out the light

well its hard to know what to rap about
when oppenents are too wack to talk about
taking in from behind and gettin cum in the mouth?
then heading due south claiming street clout
sorry in the south of my country wont be a dick in yo mouth
ma pote john kick u with or without
a boot on his foot if hes inside or out

i dunno how that sounded but to me it was pretty wack. three days without rappin does that to u

[Murrow]

Good run y'all...time to send this muthafucka into retirement.  Sorry.