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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: M Dogg™ on October 11, 2001, 08:56:07 AM
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Hey Maxi, I've seen you go from an alright rhymer, to potental, to member of CSN, to now I guess the first offical WCC champion, although Sikotic, So Much Style and I have all held the title before, just not offical. Anyway, This is me testing you, to see were your at for myself. Three rounds, not limites for bar legth. Just you and me, one on one. So....
Try me bitch, I'm just like bad weather
Challenge me kid, you'll be embarrassed by tar and feather
Little chicken do you think you run the board now
Keep wishing cause I've always put it down
So if you wanna respond, put away the dictinary
'Cause you played out like a game of pictinary
Beat me, you must be thinking in fictonary
'Cause your rhymes are as guy as a Disney fairy
So step off and CSN better not respond
Like Randy Moss I beat everyone one-on-one
So you figure I come with the .45 trigger
'Cause a 9 mm ain't shit, I need something bigger
'Cause true bitches just don't die
So the first time I shot I wanna do it right
Little trick, I got you in my sight
Like Hit', I'ma murderer and you were just sniped
Now you got a Mouse, but you should have got Massik back
First CSN was elite but now some members are wacked
So that's why I made my group SUCKA FREE
'Cause not one of us a weak link
This is your first test test against a real G
The one that is part of the real Elite
Elite, we be Sucka Free
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aight i see this
ima hit it up after school aight??
werd
peace
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haha i been out but im hea now,
STRIKE 1
fuck yo weak shyt ima kill u wit 1 'meta4'/
im in house nigga but u jsut bombed outta contention like 'al gore'/
like 'luke scywalker' i spit 1 accurate missile n blow away ur 'reacter core'/
destroy yo whole fucken army wit mah force, 'welcome to tha jungle' im hunten u like tha predator'/
ur rhymez so fucken wack i find better shyt at a goddam 'stop-n-go store'/
nigga u a 1 rhyme fluke wit feeble rhymez, how u expect to beat mah lyrical 'roar'/
nigga my lyrix 'assault u physically n mentally' that u wanna file charges so call ur 'lawyer'/
but when u battle 'i leave yo rhymez on hold n leave ur ass waiten n bleeden' in da 'casualty foyer'/
then i grab ya by tha shoulderz n 'seize-ya', twist yo brain facultize n cause a fucken 'seizure'/
battlen bitchez iz like a fucken 'hobbie' to me ima kill u fo leisure/
watchen u cry n squirm filez me wit a sick pleasure, like a builder nigga 'i got ya measure'/
i feel 'strong malcontent' when i see u say mah name im sho ima beat u '100 percent'/
wit '100 degree' rhymez i turn u from a joker to a fucken clwon runen around in a 'circus tent'/
nigga u just a fucken fluke, im so high above u when i battle u im gliden down on a 'parachute'/
u come across kinda cute, but ima have to take u out wit a 'stratigacaly placed nuke'/
nigga we even, but when tha 'scales tilt', i promise ur blood will be fucken 'spilt'/
u so fucken 'uncoordinated', when u rhyme itz like u walken on '1 fucken stilt'/
when i spit 'fire' n destroy yo familt quilt, leave yo whole fucken 'city under silt'/
ima fucken 'stick of dynamite' n ur shit talken just ignited mah fucken 'short wick'/
ima fucken 'evil figga' n u nothen to me but tha 'devilz walken stick'/
i bomb yo rhymez outta tha equation wit '1 hit', take u out wit '1 fucken mouse click'/
u claim ur crew suckah free but whose got tha sicker click.....
passes da mic to m dogg n raises eye browz..
lolz jsut clownen dawg do yo thang...
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Fuck a take over, this is a take back
To that bloody muthaphukka, this is a title jack
Coming out cocky, thinking you the shit
I do you like Rocky, beat that ass like a Russan bitch
You I how hard I come, so don't front
When you saw I dissed you, you shook like a cunt
And your crew, they be in a funk
They are through, Elite is there to catch you punt
'Cause Hatesrate and Skillazitic lyrics are coming off weak
The7th took Skillazitic shit, and put that nigga to sleep
So bombing me, trick I ain't Bin Laden
In round three, your can't win even with Cockrahn
Beat me with a metaphor, it ain't even worth a show
On October 12 Maxi-Padz finally came out as a hoe
I saw the name on chalk, on the coming out sidewalk
I ain't got a problem, 'Cause I figured before you was all talk
I just shook my head and said damn
I use to think he was tight, but it was a scam
Student beat teacher, bitch fuck that
I'll admit I'm a little weak, be you still can't get were I'm at
Every rapper claims they're the great M.C.
Muthaphukka, I guess you really are our Ali
Only at the present, were your paying for being an icon
Wait a minute, you ain't beat anybody worth mentioning if they gone
Dissing, twisting, just putting up shit
Muthaphukka wait for round three, then you'll know you were hit
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STRIKE 2
nigga u couldn beat me if u tried, i already won thiz so call me a 'dogmatist'/
i spit ill lyricz dat 'exorcise ur demonz' like ima fucken 'exorcist'/
im 'rearrangen' yo face n sprayen it different colourz like a fucken 'graffitti artist'/
ur so weak u aint even 'killen me softly', im the emcee hea who iz da smartest/
u try n detest but my 'punchez' leave u 'numb', like a trip to tha 'aneathacist'/ (?)
im knocken u out like 'tyson', i punch like 'bison' wit a blazen 'fist'/
nigga u like the 'taleban' my lyrical bombz leave u 'desecrated'/
u just jsut wanna be like 'osama' n bury urself in a whole b4 my heat seekaz leave u 'obliterated'/
u shit nigga u couldn catch an 'elevator' to mah level even if ur 'life depended on it'/
even if u was on da 'radio' ur lyricz to weak for the station to' transmitt'/
has anyone told u ur 'shit', ur lyricz dun even get peepz jumpen in a 'britney spears most pit'/
u got u in 'check, mate' u always on the defence caus u gotta 'counter-fit'/
and u know u gonna 'encounter a hit' battling me i'll leave u 'lyen in ur own shit'/
nigga do what i say, or i'll unleash a 'force to be feared wit' to make u quit/
u thought u waz da favurite but now u wrong, sorry to fucken spoil it/
i leave ur lyrics 'mentally challenged' so u gotta go to the 'disabled toilet'
ur rhymez 'so fucken old' dat i confuse u for a 'washed up rappen fossil'/
nigga u 'undocile' so ima crown u m dogg dat 'doubting fucken apostle'/
nigga i 'flick u like a switch at will', 'on and off ur shine goes like a globe'/
im spitten 'louder' dan '3 f16's flyen 3 cm's away from ur fucken ear lobe'/
like alien kind my lyricz give u an 'anal probe', ima lyrical killah by fucken choice/
u cant faze me i keep 'churnen out rhymez' like a 'rollz fucken royce'/
excessive rhymen forcez i bring to blazt m dogg away letz have a 1 sec silence in his rememberence/
fuck dat shyt im 'back wit a vengence' wit tha tha force of tha 'missing titan'/
my lyrics arent hea to 'frighten' ima tha god of battle ima stikre u down wit ma 'lightning tritan'/
nigga u take a week to write another rhyme, but i 'take 1 line' to fucken 'counter punch them'/
my 'internal firez' burn hotter as i vent stem like a 'freight train' n gain 'momentum'/
my lyricz 'rape u like Lil Bow Wow' and make u bleed n rip ur rectum/
nigga i 'shine brighter' dan tha lightest colourz in da 'spectrum'/
u think ur rhymez is '100/100' but i change dat, ur real ability iz '100 as a percentum'/
1 more strik n u out.....
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Yeah, that last shit wasn't all that that I spit, but check this, It's Time I See You... Round 3 muthaphukka,coming up soon. Until then, pre write your shit, 'cause your going to need every lyric for this.
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LMFAO HAHAHAHAHA
iz dat a promise or a threat??
either way
i have served u 2 rounz so far
bring it
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common man im getten bored of thiz battle...
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Hey man, I'm trying to sqeeze rhymes inbetween study time and class. It's midterm week, and that's why my shit is really rushed. I don't prewrite, but later, I'll hit up the last verse, and I promise it'll be tight. Besides, your first shit wasn't all that either, so don't talk too much trash. Your second one was cool.
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aight man i just wanna get thiz over wit
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Alright, what ever I put up before didn't show up. Oh well, lets try this again.
Talk your shit, but I ain't got the time
You see, for ever great post, you can only get a line
My shit is consistent, your spotlight is quick
And why did you fuck Tha 7th and put up Skillaztic
Nigga, it's time to end the whole CSN
And it'll be done by a Mexican
The Elite muthaphukka, taking a life
You think you the don, remember when you I.M.ed me for advise
I told you the truth, you got some skillz ready to shine
You question CSN, and ask why
What made you good, but you worked out your shit
From a little piss ant, to now the WCC hit...
Maker, but muthaphukka I'm the career breaker
In some aspects, I guess you can say I'm a hater
Hater for all those who think they great
And don't rush me on rhymes, 'cause you being hard is fake
Feed your ass posion, so check you intake
I'm a Chicano that's feeled with hate
So why is it your feeled with estragen
That Skillaztic dickriding make you feminam
I don't care really, but shit Skillazitic ain't all that
It's like the lyrics ran dry, and anyone can talk smack
Put Tha 7th in, you know he won that shit
Skillazitic only got over by quoting a Snoop Dogg hit
Fucking biased ass bitch
That's why when I came back, the sides needed to switch
So get this, Tha 7th made this group sucka free
And after I warm up, you ass will be dealt by me
Or Skillazitic and Hatesrats if they the only peoples left
And Mouse, he ain't even recounized by the rest
So come on come all, CSN is going to fall
Put Tha 7th back in the tourny, or your career will be left to a crawl
Not the best stuff I promised, but the one I try to put up was better, but the common goal was to warm up. We'll see what happens. I need a bt more time, but when I get going, it's over.
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lol why u dissen csn for
i aint even csn any mo
lolz i might as well diss csn and it would strik as hard oh well
hea'z sumthen i keystyled a few days ago fro thiz battle with a few added extras
HERES THE PITCH.......
nigga u wack not u got tha told but u cant handle the truth/
nigga u a fool for battlen me so when i serve u i guess mah lyrics 'fool proof'/
nigga i lie in wait, like an ambush u claim u a heavy-weight but when im thro u will be a dead weight/
iz like im on time nigga but yo comeback iz way to fucken late/
nigga u hit like a fucken girl when i strik back i leave u 'punch-less'/
nigga ur vocalz cant touch me just as if ur fucken 'speechless'/
mane ur lyricz must be fucken icy cold caus they aint fucken 'hot'/
i come mo indestructable and mo equip wit weaponz dan 'robo-cop'/
nigga call me a 'rope tyer' caus when im finished flowing i leave ya 'stomache in a knot'/
nigga my rhymez follow u where ever u go like missile 'heat seekaz'/
i spit mo fucken acid dan dea iz in science lab 'chemistry beekerz'/
nigga u just a lil 'pimple' i got u 'squashed' between my 'finger tipz'/
nigga yo brain is 'emty', n u aint got no skillz so i might as well fill ur head wit 'hollow' tipz/
my battle rapz so sick when i beat u i leave u 'spewin'/
nigga like i said mah lyrics 'fool-proof' so who u fucken 'foolin'/
...... no its not over UR OVER
r u ready fo it, caus i know i already beat u, comen up against a wack emcee im fulla 'confidence'/
caus when i dispence bombz nigga ur rhymez clearly arent worth '2 centz'/
100 percent, thiz battle ima win fo fucken sure, caus im an evil figure 'like skelletor'/
when i leave yo crib ima wipe mah fucken shoez so i dun get blood on da fucken earths floor/
nigga ima beginner but i can tell ur rapz need 'rework', caus i depict ur shyt when i go beserk/
ima take u out lyrically wit a 'wry smirk', now im cleanen ur blood of da wallz like a fucken 'abotoir clerk'/
ur rhymez need to be 're-wired', but u in luck faggot caus im looken for sum 'electrical work'/
when u ready for a lyrica spar, ima lite u up n wit killah punchez send u flyen like a 'blazen star'/
im arisen outta diss battle without a fucken scar, and a bloody fucken 'crow bar'/
im killen u dunt im spitten so loud i caus 'major pain' but then switch to a lyrical 9 milla and put an end to ur sufferen to 'ease ya'/
nigga u aint even on da same level as me, u a 'terrorist' bout to get sprayed by mah 'air raid'/
ur rhymez a lotta actionz wit no noise like 'charadez', u representen 'lyrical gay parades'/
nigga im spitten verbal 'fragment grenades', ya fucken clown im 'killen blood sellz like aids'/
nigga im given u a little fucken chance, im to goddam fucken nice/
but i will not suffice to hataz (fuck em) when i bust itz like a 'dooms day device'/
thiz will not happen twice, i got mo religoes power dan fucken 'christ'/
caus when i battle im spitten corrosive flowz packed fulla 'acid supplementz'/
ima give u propz nigga caus u actually weakly tested mah 'lyrical battlementz'/
i dun know bout ur fucken hype, u slow like 'bizzarre' n u 'shit on da mic'/
caus when i recite, i speak deadly shyt dat makez u shiver in fright/
but u like a 'sitten duck' in tha pond bout to get a bomb dropped on 'ur head'/
im like 'michael schumacher' niglet mah rapz already to far 'ahead'/
but i dun take thiz battle shyt to heart i 'impale urz instead'/
instead of the atom im 'splitten mindz' like fucken 'einstine'/
im tha opposite of a 'chiropractor' i snap ur fucken 'spine'/
as i create flowz like a fucken new age design, call me 'calvin klein'/
im causen 'chain reactionz' nigga that makez yo whole fleet 'disrupt'/
im spitten hot 'bubblen lavar' like when a fucken volcano jsut 'erupt'/
nigga i 'battle mo sophisticated' dan fucken 'kurupt'/
caus mah fucken lyrical forces make to fucken rapz 'disentergrate'/
u spit like 'old food' nigga u leave a bad taste and u 'out of date'/
niggaz like u cant 'contemplate' these lyrics i create/
im like god nigaz da creator of battle rap, and also 'ali caus im great'/
ur rhymez waz aight, but ur dead, ya came to fucken late....
nigga im sorry dat ima have to make u look stupid when u spit/
caus ima tear apart ur 'unfuckable' crew when i throw u in da snake pit, ur 'wig getz split'/
nigga u lucky there aint a round 2 caus for monthz u gon be easen ur 'body caus it aches'/
thiz aint bout race, its a death match n im snappen at yo fucken face like '2 cobra rattle snakez'/
spill ur fucken blood in lakez, leave ur body all twisted in 'sinister positionz'/
wit lyrical incisionz, i make u fear me like 'blair witchez' satanic 'visionz'/
caus im so fucken 'ahead' of u u couldn catch me at 'light speed'/
nigga i just 'blazed' yo azz like i blaze ma fucken home grown 'weed'/
u another example of a fake nigga who had a bust, saw mah comeback, 'den flee'd'/
STRIKE 3 UR OUT!!!!
aigth we gonna vote on this?
peace
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Yo Scrappy came out the box tighter than Maxi, and then dude had nothing left by the third verse. Although the third verse did have a bar about Maxi asking Scrappy for advice on AIM....probably not true but still entertaining...... Maxi's second verse was real ill.... the shit about "Osama", and the "mentally retarded" line, and by the third verse he had left Scrappy in the dust.
So I'm a go with Maxi on this one
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werd 1-0 uppen
peace
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A scrappy dawg i feel u when u said that we should have got ma brotha Massikah back but that nigga doin hiz real rap thang so he aint got time 4 thiz shit ya feel. We should have done alot of thingz in tha CSN family a long time ago ya know wut i mean. If u aint knowin then check tha Skillz and Hates post ma nigga hates did.
But az 4 tha battle ima have 2 give it to Maxi cuz he juzt came off that much tighter but yo shit wuz clean 2 dawg.
CSN!!!
Holla
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aight 2-0 uppen
ya'll vote
peace
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im feelin paddy more on this 1 but scrappy is tight but i think maxi ripped it there
peace
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3-0 uppen
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