Elements > Tha Studio

lol INDY DISS ( the verse is in this one)

(1/4) > >>

Rippa:
imma Switch a style up.. for diz nicca Indy..  here ya have it mudda fukka..
ya DEATH...

break down diz nicca Death.. Kill'em wit Multies... word play...Den hit da Vocab Den meta's n mah *FAVORITE* *punches*!!! aaaa here it goes

MULTIES
Yo Yo.. Believe im *still* a Fiend im *ill* spit so hot the saliva always Steams my *grill*/
Agree until your intakin deep like *pills*.. indy could be *BLIND* wit my lyrics in his face n he will still * SEE* my *skills*/
it Gets *hysterical* wheneva ya Verse is *terrible*.  ya rhymes are so *pointless* i could beat u with a *decimal*/
u made ya own diss?.. why the fuck u *Testin Fool* im bouts to teach u a lesson like students at *tutoring* *sectionals*/
My flows in rhymes burn u wit *atrocious lines*.. i elevate even more when u think u know my *prime*/
blow Shows wit *lines*. no point in *opposing mins*.. i switch styles so much i got my own *CLOTHING LINE*!!/

WORDPLAY
yo im gettin Crazy!!!. ahahab
yo yo ill put my dick to ya chin jus to *fuck ya face up*, ill rip u apart like childern *O-PEN-ING GIFTS*/
You'd think my *dick* was a *baseball bat* i *put out* so many *HITS*/
Indy gonna be like dat *Tv show*. sayin *Just shoot me*, cuz me n mah crew are like alphebet went to da store ur a *NEW-*B*/
Thought i wanted to *win* this but i'll just *lose* ya instead, you'd think i own a *guillatine* the way im *losein mah head*/
u want *beef* wit me and see how much *meat* ya mouth will *get*,u couldnt *catch a (W)* playin baseball with the *alphabet*!!/

VOCABULARY
OOOoo shyt.. i kno ya wonder wat imma keystyle so here INDY!!..

yo yo..
*Relentlesly* *ambituously* *viciously* rippin this *mc*/
the violent *Tendancies* i *free* reach the 10th *degree*/
Above the boiling point, *proceed* to boil ya *joints*, Resenting to *listen* or *envision* you spit *precision* with *points*/
The *momentous* *sentences* *hasten* *tension* upon ya *crew*/
Like *fractions* on T-Shirts*, i'll *Recipricate your style* on you/
*persistant* with *perserverance* *per visit* of *person nearest*/
*critique* the *physique* of a challenged *lyricist* to *burst their lyrics*/
And afterwards attend the *session* of non hesitant *Agression*/
To Release upon on *peasants* such as yourself*, Realize who im *addressin!!*/

NOW NOW.. HERE COMES THE FUN!!!

META'S
Yo Yo
Now This is how it goes.. you *Crash* (they) *stare*, think your on top, but like *mixed people*.. Your *HALF WAY THERE!!*/
i bet u want my name..but your to Fake to *use it*, by make that pussy diss u basically ask for a battle.. but your *soft* like elevator *music*/
Definition of YOU?.. how about *nothin*, like whores that get shot doin they job, You gonna *GO DOWN SUCKIN*/
Like body bags on phones.. *dead* is what i *call you*, i'll take your penis erector and *PUMP UP THE VOLUME*, Like bats and gymnasts.. i got the *hits* to *FLIP YA*/
like failed emails.. You just *dont get the picture*, I'm sorry.. but im not gonna Cuddle your *bitch*, i'll take my Pencil And *pop* u like the *Cunt *bubble* you is*!!/

PUNCHES!!!!!
My fav part.. here it goes.
Yo Yo!!
My Shoe's so far up ya *ass*, i think my foot will *snap*, if u had *gifts* in front of u, u still couldnt (W)*rap*/
you'd think indy was a Snicker's bar by the way i *crunch* this B/
Write your lyrics on a boxin glove. and your verse aint *punchin me*/
*choppin each foot* off is the only way indy could ever *de-feet* me*/
nicca if i aint *right* then, beat me *left*,Only Fame indy's seein is the kind on your *t.v SET*/
My dogs made u in the backyard.. so u aint *shit* to Fight*, if u buried your microphone u still couldnt *RIP*(R.i.p) THE MIC!!/
ill make u stop spittin punchs cuz like drunk fighters they always *miss*, the only shots indys *Aimin* is on his *Aol buddy List*/
even wit nba rules u still couldnt get in the *Zone*, u couldnt wear the mark of a legend wit micheal jordan *Attire*.. couldnt be big even if he was Mark *megwire*.. only part bout him u remind is when he decided to *retire*!!/

it OVER fuckin murder CALL 911 cuz this fool is DEAD!! not breathin

Entreri117:
One word sums up this entire piece...

GODDAMN!!!

Fuckin MURDER!

abstruse:
q-0wned <- only word to describe that.

'Illicit':
wadnt bad, every criteria you laced a verse up to was bangin. xept the "gifts in front of u u still couldnt wrap" that shits played out lol. but regardless, this was heat.  

Indy ma homie but still I gotta give props where they due

Reef:
Props.. Tight piece... the *'s were gettin on ym nerves.. but nice stuff

Navigation

[0] Message Index

[#] Next page