West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: TheSheriff on April 11, 2002, 12:34:22 PM
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Aight man, no beef.
--When God created the sky, he also created SCY. While the sky was tight and cool, SCY was wack. Here is a transcript of a voice message from God to man:
Sorry guys, I sent you a bitch,
When you was hanging, he went and snitched,
He rhymes aight, but in a fair-out fight, he ain't that tight,
Like a gaping hole, he's the organization's mole,
Sneaking and creeping, he's fucked up whole,
Being a crab and a traitor is fun for this homie,
He betrays his friends, so, now show me,
How you justify the treachery of a low she?
He goes down on little boys, sucking their cock,
And now guess what, he pretending his got a glock,
SCY, I've sent my Chief Angel to give you a shock...
This is the homie who's down with TimeLock.
*Owen steps onto the scene, and stares straight at Scy.*
Sorry y'all for being late.
First off, fuck your record, I've got enough wins to strip you naked,
Not that I want to, not that I sought to, rather I fought you,
But you ain't a challenge, you're a meringue, a bitch off Kerrang,
Like Jonathan Davies or Fred Durst, except, guess what, you're coming off worse,
When the world was created, I was the first, and now I pronounce you cursed,
Cause you a con fuck, before I pull the glock you duck,
Cause you a coward, a small time plough herd,
As the polite say, "what a monkey turd", you heard?
You're the Weakest Link, what did you think,
You'd be the Mastermind? There's not enough time,
For you to learn the basics, it'd be wasted,
Just to teach you to shit, but not in your pants,
Just call it quits, you less skilled than ants...
Peace. It's 3-0 KO, first to five.
*ADDENDUM: Damn, that's shitty. I'ma lose this one, LoL.
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Im just fuckin sinister/
When I die a wegy board wont B able 2 contain my souls anger/
Im just fuckin evil/
Take out my 9 and start blastin on some ppl/
Never got no luv from my mama/
maybe thats Y im in all this drama/
My dad died when i was 8/
yo that shit must've been fate/
MayB thats Y im tha way I am/
Shit keep happenin Im like damn/
loosin all my friends in a bullet flurry/
Im they funeral my eyez gettin blurry/
The bullets from my glock spray like rain/
when tha bullets hit u, u gonna feel all my pain/
u wanna battle u wanna fight/
ppl say beat me u might/
but u wont u just a hermaphrodite/
ppl alwayz got they mouths open when they find out im white/
well so fuckin what my rhymez tight/
tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver
Im just an Outlaw/
tha evilness inside me cant B saw/
I get burned when i touch tha bible/
4 my mental problem my parent R liable/
2 tha ppl around tha world who have been slain/
I just want u 2 no u didnt die in vain/
Right now we between heaven and hell/
where will u go when u hear tha final bell/
theres just no way 2 tell/
my wrath is like a cyclone/
when im done there wont B any1 left i'll B all alone/
I take mutha fuckas out with 1 look/
I aint take their money, Their souls what i took/
the best is my reputation/
u rubbin ur eyez like this is a hallucination/
Come at u from all sides/
U just a body now goin out with tha tides/
every mutha fucka wanna join my crew/
now what tha fuck is u gonna do/
tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver
yo mutha fucka u actin like a facist/
I no tha truth u a pacifist/
u aint gonna do shit/
u aint ever gonna have a real street hit/
my flows ready and energized/
u aint got no flow by me u hypnotized/
i aint gonna kill u now/
Ima make u suffer put tha gun 2 ur own head pow/
yo on ur last rhyme u commited perjury/
u about 2 have ur tounge cut out without surgery/
"Only God Can Judge Me"/
so all u mutha fuckas get outta my way/
step in my shit u gonna pay/
it seems like every1 i no ends up dyin/
on tha inside im cryin/
Dear lord Y u takr all my peeps/
in this game i just may B in 2 deep/
tha road 2 tha tops steep/
but yo im gettin there
tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver
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When I die a wegy board wont B able 2 contain my souls anger/
^^^Nice line. Tightness!
Anyways, I'm white too, wussup, my wigga? (NIK and my joke-it's like, if nigger is a compliment now, so can wigga be, lol)
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u quit then ??
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Hell no! I complimented you on your line in my second one.
In my addendum, I said my verse was shitty, and I'd probably lose. I ain't never gonna bow down when I call some homie out. I'm honourable.
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then u shall die by thee lyrics
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Live by the mic, die by the mic.
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lol
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scy could ya please vote on ym battle vs mswestcoast... ???
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hmm Owen, u were tight actually, no doubt, but SCY got mad potential. he wuz tight imo
my vote: SCY
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1-0 SCY, good work homie.
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Scy=1
owen=0
ok cheers man
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yo owen how do u get extra stars up next to ya name ??
r ya ready for next round ??
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Scy, the number of stars depends on number of posts, usually.
Yeah, sure. I'll post up another verse in a minute.
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I offered you a battle, now you tryna question me?
Bitch please, I want my fees, this battle was just a tease,
Of my true potential, extra-dimensional, extentual,
Thuggish shit, I'm shoving you into grit, you ain't got a bit,
Of skill, this is another kill, for me, the D-O-G-G,
The Sheriff, laying down the law, you want some love,
But you too poor, I've redrawn my verbal four-four,
This is like another Up In Smoke Tour, you're soon on the floor,
Now get out my door, this place is for real rhymers only,
You just a goddamn phoney, you got skill, well show me...
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My vote goes to Owen he droped nothing but heat SCY u droped skill too..but I was feeling owens rhymes more..Peace
VOTE= Owen
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Aiyo, STG, thats Studio Gangsta
Anutha can of whoopass opened up on that wanka
owen, yeah ass rammin' hoe, I got plenty
Of beef left in me, so you never gonna end me
My Gz, they defend me, but hell I don't need it
Sippin on a 40, bag a mushroomz and I'm weeded
You defeated by a real muthaphuckka cos you fake
You already dead, I'm jus puttin tha icing on tha cake
Goddam, you as thick as a milkshake
Tryn a snap a guy dat don't brake, time ta make ya irrate
To late, a 9 milla killa to your dome
Bitch, I load up my chrome, and blast both ya X chromosomes
Claimin G, but you tha fakest G I ever met
Since when can a gangtsa afford tha internet
Or a modem, and I ain't sayin' I'm a G, I'm sayin RIP
Bitch; P-N-D
Ya chokin on my Slimm Jimmy Jim
Wiv my nuts on ya chinny chin chin, lil' cunt
And I'm all in
''Nuttin but a Scy baybay
Kreepin' up on ure ass lookin shayday
Stupid child molester tryna fayde may
So I scope 'n' smoke dat lady''
And owen be tha numba of seconds you got left
Yeah, ya ''still express, but ya don't smoke weed or cess''
Ya rappess, smokin' celery 'n' watercress
Claimin you tha best, til I sink sum in your chest
Its like chess, checkmate, muthaphuckka, better start prayin
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Scy: 1
Owen: 1
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Scy=1
owen=1
Im tha thing that goes bump in tha night/
Im tha thing that makes u keep on a night light/
u in bed shakin/
all of a sudden tha floor sterts quakin/
u think u goin crazy/
2 check under ur bed u aint got tha bravery/
well B glad u didnt im waitin under there with a 9 in. knife/
ima cut ur thoart and end ur life/
ive been killed b4 and arose from my grave/
now u runnin from a outlaw but urself u is unable 2 save/
yo i spit a million words a minute/
put up my hand and throw up only 1 digit/
fuck a gun i dont need it/
u gonna die i creed it/
yo i got tha gift of gab/
take out my knife and on ur family i stab/
i didnt wanna but u made me/
u said i could rhyme i wuz a pathetic M.C./
u claimin gangsta but u got no priors./
with my glock 2 ur head ur situations dyor/
pp, askin y i gots 2 be so violent/
they say my rhymz started a riot/
well good that means my rhymz r gettin heared/
how can i fuck ppl up i only spit a word/
yo this is my 50 line rhyme/
wrote this shit in no time/
yo dawg u min-as-well just quite/
we all no that ur rhymz r bit/
and even at that they shit/
yo u about 2 b lyrically attacked/
ima b a man i aint gonna hit u from tha back/
shit tha police just rolled up behind me/
i gotta hide tha blood stained G and tha XTC/
yo my rhymz hit u like thunder/
my rhymz make u scaratch ur head in wonder/
bitch u claim u a bad boy/
u just a childrens toy/
u b killed and tha world b filled with joy/
Sct's my war cry/
Southside's what i live by/
u cant beat me im tha best/
Y? cuz im from tha mutha fuckin west/
yo this is tha end of this chapter/
u aint ever gonna get what u after/
yo lets b real we both no u dont spit real hip hop/
u spit that fake ass hip pop/
now u given up, u want me 2 stop/
u dont wanna stick around and hear my gun go pop/
if u do u might just drop/
last warnin dont fuck wit me tha outlaw/
and at that murder scene 4get what u saw/
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I'm almost too lazy to spit, so this will sound like shit/
But then, you know a lot about that, you piece of, fat/
Ugly fascist bitchtator, got your vibrator ready/
Like a mispronounced Jedi, pointless, fly in the ointment/
Of perfection, an anal infection, is what you give to your lovers/
You're with that crew "The Shovers", you fuck your brothers too/
Fool, back on up, cause otherwise, fuck, you're dead/
Ten bullets STRAIGHT through your bitch-ass head/
Your guts filled with 10 lumps of lead, no tears are shed/
By your family, cause they violated, you left them crinolated/
Your ass is hated by gays, but not cause you're hard, cause you're soft when you in they ass/
And you cum too fast, not that I've experienced this/
But I've been told, and this ain't no diss, just the truth/
And I got proof, go ask Julian Clary, you goddamn fairy...
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vote = Owen
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Owen: 2
Scy: 1
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scy came more viscious in his spits.. kinda grimey flowz.. but i felt that owen came tough and he had more behind his lyrics like they had a meaning.. scy just threw lines together.. owens had structure... i only read the first 2 rounds..
vote - owen
peace
~1~
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Owen: 3
SCY: 1
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i vote for owen, scy was tight too, damn it was long, and he started talkin bout life n shit @ points, when this is a battle
vote - owen
-{bLaDe}
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Owen: 4
Scy: 1
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I read Owen's verse and I was blown away, and the creativeness and thought put into it, the set-up, and the unique angle and perspective. I was like damn, "Can't nobody fuck with this newbie" this battle is over.
Then I read this cat SCY's rhyme and I was like, yeah, he's aiight, then I kept reading and slowly, he kept picking up more and more steam till soon he was burning a whole through Owen's ass, I loved that rhyme about how people look at you when you tell them your white.. and all the ill mataphors about gun-play, very entertaining, raw, and real. Heavywieght verses from both of you.
vote= SCY
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Owen: 4
SCY: 2
Tight man...Thanx Infinite...Yo, SCY, yo second rhyme wuz your best. The emotion...Fuck, I can do emotion, but not put it in with battling at the same time, num sayin?
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Wassup... my vote goes to OWEN... props to both of you, but in the end i chose owen cuz SCY's rhymes where too simplistic. Owen had more word play. SCY was just rhymin' the last word of every two lines. But anyways, much love to both... one!
VOTE: OWEN[tr][/tr]
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Yo, Scy, nice shit...
Owen: 5
Scy: 2
Winner: Owen
It has begun.