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CREW TOURNY: CSN Vs. The Realists

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Hatesrats™:
yo homie...
I got like 69 bombs in me right now...
if we need mores rhyme....i'll drop, and right now 2, not in three days....lol
I was gonna drop some more rhymes, but I didn't know the rules.....all that bar shitt is ridiculous...lol
Just let us spitt..

Give me the word and I'll reply with off the dome, chrome filled teflon metaphor's in ya pores, deep in ya nerves, so you can feel us on all curves...

Peace
Hatesrats 2oo2

Holla at us Judge
_CsN_ 4 life...

ROCCY:
Roccy:

You Can Save Your Selve's Time And Give Us The Prevail/
I'l Break Your Rhymes In Half Like A Nail/
People Call Me The Cream~Of~The~Crop/
I Wonder Why, Maybe Its Cause My Shit Is Steam~Off~The~Top/
CSN? HaHa Let Me Have A Laugh, Ya Team~Is~A~Flop/
Ya'l Gotta Ask Me How To Rhyme With Grammer/
My Shit Is Harder Then A Hammer/
Just Call Me Roccy The Rhyme Slammer/
Me And My Teamates Bring Nothing But Smacking/
Talk More Shit And We'l Be Thinking About Attacking/
My Shit Is Harder Then A Turtles~Back/
Only Fags Like Yo Shit Cause They Never Heard~Of~Whack/
Then I Got Your Momz Under My~Nuts/
She Better In Bed Then Twenty Fi~Sluts/
We Just Ended Ya'l Careers, You Fucking Queers/


Pillow:


you better feel us, cause we be tha realists/
no fakes, no frosted cakes/
we stuck hard in tha ground like some tent stakes/
and fuck skillaztic, mother fucker dont even wanna see my gangsta tactics/
and tha realists habits, lyrics so dope I could sell them to tha attics/
fuck CSN we tha real C.S.N some Complicated Shit Niggas/
that got bank that stack higher then 10 figgas/
after capitol murder heard full of words, verbs and slured to barrie tha bastard that hacked me/
im back with a vengeance and tha willful rivalry, diobalical spychalogicaly inclined to scare tha blind/
after a harmful suicidal primal with vital signs cleared, with a orange beared smired on your T-shirt, peekin up your girls mini skirt, after tha flirt, skinned until it hurts/
removing tha knee huntful intacted killin spree, like a bee sworming in dorms of tha norman/
bored man in caves of raves raged with paged articles body parts in particals severd from tha spine like a automatic nine/
defined with hesitant trigger fingers, lingered in prepared order served like hos across tha border/
my life has to many obstacles to be listed in a folder, like a bullet escaping ya hoster/
like a poster, bolded in scolded water, killin ya fetus like rosemary was my daughter, slaughterd on tha streets/


I had Pillow spit Twice Cause I cant get in touch with Owen...so heres anothers


selling your soul to tha devil for an indefunate debt, is worse then tha wreck of a million dollar bet that was set as a test/
in spite of tha rest it was best to fold your deck, cause a mess was in order, lowered served and quarterd at a center of each man existance/
Presistance was cautioned like an auction, bout and lost in a puddle of suddled puzzles, muzzled in flamed un-tamed and graphic lanes explained in a correct formats/
like tha way your spine connects to tha heel of your back infact, like mats slammed and striched to tha rings surface/
purchased like a saturday night peace of pussy, what thought i'd say pizza/
I pay for both with visa, mastercard, im hard as stones and soft as tissue, fuck with my pride and we bound to have issues venued to be continued/
in all 50 states like liscense plates decidin ya fate, jail or jus waitin to excell, waitin for bell, tha smell of a relaxin bed, maybe alittle head from tha misses/
but think of me as a poisened hershey kisses, twisted unfinished, whats a gimmick?, a way to plenish your foes and make ho's pay up/
how do tha cocktails weigh up?, if tha slay up ya days up on tha way up, like 2 days up in tha clowds im driften/
but with this weed im allways upliften/


DisBeOneDopeRappa:


The Realists will beat u so badly u will be clamoring//
Your crew will lose cuz while u typing, u be stammering//
we tha realists and we gunna be hammering//
we gonna beat u, and you'll think your hallucinating//
but believe wat u see, we the realists, and we eliminating//
It'S amazing how our crew is soo close to perfection//
we gunna hit u so hard, you'll lose ur sense of direction//
return your rhymes, there fukkin defective//
cuz we not harmed by them, they uneffective//
our rhymes are hazardous to your crew, they infective//
shit after this, u gonna need care thats intensive//
We gonna take u to a new lyrical depth//
and we gonna be the reason of ur crew's death//
our rhymes are destructive, yours are unproductive//
we are tha realists and we are conductive//



Rhym_Tym_69:


Today I looked up into the sky~ and tied my shoes~~
Becuase today is the day youre gonna die~ along with all of your crew~~.
Taking all of you out not~ leaving one of you bastards behind~~,
Our flows are beyond doubt~ we are in the right state of mind~~.
No one can stop us better pray because we are too intellectual~,
No matter what you do to stop us its goona be ineffectual~.
Better go to church and pray because youre gonna need all the help you need~,
But it aint goona work becuase we're still gonna burn you like some good ass weed~.
God, Jesus, even Buddah cant help you~,
Because our skill are never equaled to~.
Im buliding your coffin and digging you a hole~,
Cause our group is flowing and gaining control~.
Man your rhymes are weak go get some flowing education~,
after this battle your asses are gonna need physical rehabilitation~.





Tha Realists Going All The Way....PEACE..

crisis4ya:
yo,imma come thru have ya'l niggas duckin
while im buckin my 45's livin my life live
u feel that sharp pain in ur dome
thas the bullet from my chrome
layin in that hospital bed----enough said
my nicknames arsonist--ur rhymes r harmless
when i flow its like a strong fist blow
ya'll niggas don't wanna go toe 2 toe cause u know
ya'll will get hit wit my ill rap flow
once more i must inform u im blazin--i'll burn u like fire
make ya'll bitch nigaz retire
now sit and take a rest
u motherfukas can't contest
CSN be the most blessed
once u hear our ill rhymes they'll make ur ass go deaf
CSN!!!

I dont know if this will help  but fuck it im postin ne ways

SKiLLaZTiC:
i wuz joking when i wrote verse 4 and verse 5 thaz why i laughed u dumb azz fake rappin bitch and tha whole bar limit thing seemed pretty Homosexual but i aint 1 2 bitch bout nun.

CSN!!!
Holla

Hittman:
CSN.....

Hatesrats 4.4/5
SKiLLaZTic: 4.5/5
Crisis4Ya: 4/5

Average Score: 4.3/5

Tha Realists......

Roccy: 4.1/5
Pillow: 4.45/5
Pillow #2: 4.6/5
DisBeOneDopeRappa: 4.3/5
Rhym_Tym_69: 4.3/5

Average Score: 4.35

The Winner Just Slightly Was Tha Realists, They Progress To The Next Round.

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