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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: maximus on February 19, 2010, 03:39:57 AM
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u bout the fake crap, quotin each others jokes, ain't gonna take that...
for fucks sake max, to see harder riding id have to go to the race track...
logging on all night u stay wack, ya'll not funny just some gay cats...
never display facts, typin that street shit but u never spray gats...
i must say that, from the get go, ur all some nerds u need to let go...
u never heard a tech go, only block u been on was stackin lego...
i'll mash ur head yo, u playin the losers game ill fkn bruise ur frame...
All these dudes the same, living there lives behind a username...
smoked take a toke, while u search for a pic to aid ya jokes...
stick a blade to throats, i hope u get fkn aids you hoe...
u dont play with chrome, u just log on n stay at home...
ur just some wack whores, bitches couldn even hit a back board...
real life u be gettin slapped more, cos u grew up on a fkn rap board...
my rhymes is mean, u put on fake persona's tryin to hide ya dreams...
ya tried to scream, but your just a fkn middle class loser behind the screen...
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lol, im with you, good shit man!
refrain from challengin' me if you can't handle defeat/
cuz i left more kids cryin than catholic priests/
don't care about hands or feet, or the language we speak/
gimme an hour and we can battle in latin or greek/
i'm breakin new ground like the spanish at sea/
and shake this whole board up within a matter of weeks/
however you wanna do it, it don't matter to me/
i'll battle A.G whether or not he's battlin me/
homie start the beat, take a breath then start to speak/
dude's lookin all tough but their hearts are weak/
ima start some beef, with this whole flock of dweeps/
and waste this whole board til its stock depletes/
i got more than hate, flowin through my pores and veins/
when it comes to dealin with these fuckin whores 'n lames/
im pourin' flames, til i can afford to waste/
more money than ever stored by Morgan Chase/
i could go on, but i dont see the point 8)
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People don't wan it with me, I'm serious, really,
I'll hit you with the one two leave you blind with one tooth,
Truth, I'm above you, angel with an AK,
Mr.Mister, broken wings how you guna fly away?
Spray in all directions, never learn your lessons,
Biblical rappin every bar is a blessin,
Confessions of a rap star never claimed a gangstar,
Just a man doing what it takes to get a dope car,
But so far, I'm tryin, ridin on souls,
Cos my feet gotta take me everywhere I roll,
Its all about control, then I'll bust on the scene,
An blow em all out like weed leave em envy with green,
You sit behind screens, but a screen's my life,
Not a screen to type, but a type of screen of life,
I could scream all night, if I go into details,
Suck the o2 from the sphere, monsoon when I exhail,
All hail the master, commander of the new move,
New shoes, untied, trippin, like mushrooms,
I bust wombs, daily, crazy if you think not,
I'll take you to my roots like upscalin a plant pot,
You plant pots!
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8) seems to me like some kids in here will now turn silent after all of this
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Hos please...
So now theres three bitches a Menage a Trois
Standing up for snitches better massage ya jaw
And open up them preety mouths wide
Cause the ghost is about to blast a load inside
A bitch does need a crew to back him up
Got three little hos, this cracks me up
Maximus you forgot the gluetus your styles ass
Run up to a man get your jaw cracked like glass
When grown folks are talking keep your fingers silent
Trying to roast the ghost things might get violent
And finite you got time to try and type greasy
How bout you send your kid some cash naw that'd be to easy
Got to burn your child support to take a boat across the moat
Show up in Africa and pour out some of your white guilt
Acts black but your ancestors wore a kilt
Trying to embrace the culture like a vulture
You ain't black, it's bout time someone tolt'ya
Illict the weakest of the whole crew
Even Bez can battle a lot better than you
Guess even hos gotta have a second string
You off the bench for the snitch supporting team
Try and stay out of a grown folks discussion
Before I use my balls on your chin for precussion
I'll have you humming the theme to shaft
Your bars were comedy I admit I laughed
But ultimately you realize that you are backing up a mark
Who ran to Jome like you when it gets dark
And the streets lights go out and your momma she hollers
You ain;'t even old enough for me to tell you how she earns dollars
And now for that chap that calls himself Bez
Had to hop on with three other bitches to try and make an impact
Face facts your shits wack I aint never seen you spit fat
You think because three douches get noisy
That you can stop touching kids to try and annoy me
Upset cause you are getting punked at work by a skirt
Asking advice in the g spot now that had to hurt
Want a pointer man up and go on your own
No need to group up to try and dethrone
Cause at the end of all this you bitches know the deal
You are all fighting for a bitch to squeel
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^ lol thats your best shit??? really??? ::)
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^ lol thats your best shit??? really??? ::)
No actually what deserves a ::) is that you really tried. And that you think I did. This was jokes written in 5 minutes, Whereas it's obvious you took time to write your shit and it still came out lame.
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Illicit, i got some balls so come jock these
your fuckin rhymes are nothing but a cock tease
i leave you bloody on the streets like your whore of a mother
try to tell you i aint lame like you sucka'z
you hoes are talkin the talk but aint walkin the walk
i got you worried like the kids Bez stalks
you niggas aint shit not even on my level
im smokin with angels and drinking with devils
i know you see this shit and it hurts you
so fuck infinite and the bitch that birthed you
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Heattt.
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Illicit, i got some balls so come jock these
your fuckin rhymes are nothing but a cock tease
i leave you bloody on the streets like your whore of a mother
try to tell you i aint lame like you sucka'z
you hoes are talkin the talk but aint walkin the walk
i got you worried like the kids Bez stalks
you niggas aint shit not even on my level
im smokin with angels and drinking with devils
i know you see this shit and it hurts you
so fuck infinite and the bitch that birthed you
whether i took my time or not i still whooped you by a long shot. maybe you should've taken your time as well... just some advice though, do what you gotta do homeboy...
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don't care about hands or feet, or the language we speak/
gimme an hour and we can battle in latin or greek/
8) Illicit is back!!
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Illicit, i got some balls so come jock these
your fuckin rhymes are nothing but a cock tease
i leave you bloody on the streets like your whore of a mother
try to tell you i aint lame like you sucka'z
you hoes are talkin the talk but aint walkin the walk
i got you worried like the kids Bez stalks
you niggas aint shit not even on my level
im smokin with angels and drinking with devils
i know you see this shit and it hurts you
so fuck infinite and the bitch that birthed you
whether i took my time or not i still whooped you by a long shot. maybe you should've taken your time as well... just some advice though, do what you gotta do homeboy...
that was like a 95 second warm up bitch
8)
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You dont want none of this, Sikotic back in the mix,
I'm double crossin y'all like two dudes on a crucifix,
I don't need to rhyme, but I'm drunk and I'm feelin fine,
Ask the OG's about how great I am and they'll cosign,
I come through in silence, like a ninja pantomime,
Its like you clowns got cancer, because you're runnin' outta time,
Hand me the lime, pass the salt, pour me a shotta tequila,
Your rhymes outta date like a lame niggas rockin Fila,
I'm not a cap peela, I'm boss like Corleone,
Don't do dirty work, I order hits on the phone,
All while I bone, yo bitch's toes curl while I make her moan,
She got sexy skin tone, I ejaculate my chromosomes,
Ya know whut? Some talk when they should be shuttin' up,
Talkin on here, but wouldn't hop out the truck,
No excuses, wasn't Sabbath so you shit outta luck,
No bruises, I told you where I am, but you ever showed up,
And now we got this clown named Infinite,
Take this shit too seriously, ya need to live a little bit,
You playin politics, ask Jome to ban niggas like you got a clit,
On Muslim or African dicks? Make up your mind before you start shit
Let's be real, kid, you ain't shit so why retaliate?
You more shook than a Haitian when the earth quake,
Don't wanna hear yo response, I don't need no nightmare,
It's my "nature boy" to chop a bitch like I'm Ric Flair,
I don't care, I rap tight like piano wire over a nigga's throat,
Leavin y'all gaspin for air, that's why I am the GOAT.........
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You dont want none of this, Sikotic back in the mix,
I'm double crossin y'all like two dudes on a crucifix,
I don't need to rhyme, but I'm drunk and I'm feelin fine,
Ask the OG's about how great I am and they'll cosign,
I come through in silence, like a ninja pantomime,
Its like you clowns got cancer, because you're runnin' outta time,
Hand me the lime, pass the salt, pour me a shotta tequila,
Your rhymes outta date like a lame niggas rockin Fila,
I'm not a cap peela, I'm boss like Corleone,
Don't do dirty work, I order hits on the phone,
All while I bone, yo bitch's toes curl while I make her moan,
She got sexy skin tone, I ejaculate my chromosomes,
Ya know whut? Some talk when they should be shuttin' up,
Talkin on here, but wouldn't hop out the truck,
No excuses, wasn't Sabbath so you shit outta luck,
No bruises, I told you where I am, but you ever showed up,
And now we got this clown named Infinite,
Take this shit too seriously, ya need to live a little bit,
You playin politics, ask Jome to ban niggas like you got a clit,
On Muslim or African dicks? Make up your mind before you start shit
Let's be real, kid, you ain't shit so why retaliate?
You more shook than a Haitian when the earth quake,
Don't wanna hear yo response, I don't need no nightmare,
It's my "nature boy" to chop a bitch like I'm Ric Flair,
I don't care, I rap tight like piano wire over a nigga's throat,
Leavin y'all gaspin for air, that's why I am the GOAT.........
metaphor and similes were on tight. your word play was striaght and your disses were on game
killed th lamb crew
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Holeeeee shit, Sik's a beast!
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yall were good but you can't beat queen
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shoulda stayed in bed chump, callin my name leave ya head lumped...
cos when the led pumps, ghost is now an alias for dead cunt...
ur future lookin bleak u hoe, check my style im bringin heat u know...
while i defeat ya post, cos u got no fkn spirit i aint gotta beat the ghost...
i dont got to touch ya, cos ill punch ya head in with knuckle dusters...
blast these lil fuckers, call me Bill Murray cos im the fkn ghost buster...
then cut ya, n blast ya wife, just for a lil bit of laughter right...
he really has no life, watch me send ghost to another after life...
ill off them, NIK used gluteus line so ill smash ya till u soften...
i got them, ghost bit scitt like floyd does every so often...
kid aint even hairy n shit, like a catholic priest this fairys a bitch...
be wary of this, cos the ghost is only scary to kids...
man i stay great, n u come into my zone to fkn play hate...
u'll get blazed mate, cos like scooby doo ghosts always fake...
i aint even part of this beef man just havin some fun with it
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Holeeeee shit, Sik's a beast!
Sik been a beast from way back in the day
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that was like a 95 second warm up bitch
8)
warm up? i wonder how much your best shit is gonna suck. but hey, impress me please. who knows....
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u bout the fake crap, quotin each others jokes, ain't gonna take that...
for fucks sake max, to see harder riding id have to go to the race track...
logging on all night u stay wack, ya'll not funny just some gay cats...
never display facts, typin that street shit but u never spray gats...
i must say that, from the get go, ur all some nerds u need to let go...
u never heard a tech go, only block u been on was stackin lego...
i'll mash ur head yo, u playin the losers game ill fkn bruise ur frame...
All these dudes the same, living there lives behind a username...
smoked take a toke, while u search for a pic to aid ya jokes...
stick a blade to throats, i hope u get fkn aids you hoe...
u dont play with chrome, u just log on n stay at home...
ur just some wack whores, bitches couldn even hit a back board...
real life u be gettin slapped more, cos u grew up on a fkn rap board...
my rhymes is mean, u put on fake persona's tryin to hide ya dreams...
ya tried to scream, but your just a fkn middle class loser behind the screen...
Damn that's tight, Sikotic's shit was tight too.
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any muthafucka who think they can step to me
watch ya two left feet
sweep beneth me
breathe muthafucka u cant keep up wit me
u fatigued
i come into this week
and see a bunch of lil mes
runnin everyday of the week
see the dub is for sociopaths
oh no so see yo ass
wit a C.O. roastin yo ass
as muthafuckas actin hard on the keyboard
bored so u surf these boards
or u go and be whores
tore anyone who go in my way
hey u know them LAMB gays
they half way naw more then man gay
lights still suckin shit like lampreys
the other 2 T.I. laughs at em cuz they dead and gone
so lights gives em head til they red and raw
wit that said i wreckd this thread and im gone
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u bout the fake crap, quotin each others jokes, ain't gonna take that...
for fucks sake max, to see harder riding id have to go to the race track...
logging on all night u stay wack, ya'll not funny just some gay cats...
never display facts, typin that street shit but u never spray gats...
i must say that, from the get go, ur all some nerds u need to let go...
u never heard a tech go, only block u been on was stackin lego...
i'll mash ur head yo, u playin the losers game ill fkn bruise ur frame...
All these dudes the same, living there lives behind a username...
smoked take a toke, while u search for a pic to aid ya jokes...
stick a blade to throats, i hope u get fkn aids you hoe...
u dont play with chrome, u just log on n stay at home...
ur just some wack whores, bitches couldn even hit a back board...
real life u be gettin slapped more, cos u grew up on a fkn rap board...
my rhymes is mean, u put on fake persona's tryin to hide ya dreams...
ya tried to scream, but your just a fkn middle class loser behind the screen...
damn that shit was tight, keep blessin the forum
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Hey brian how did sikotic do?