West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: funkstylz on December 09, 2002, 03:15:10 PM
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Aight i'm bout to call out a battle,
Now this ain't for one this is for all,
I want ya to come at me so i can watch all y'all fall,
Step to dis and getcho wrists slit,
Bend over and let's see what fits,
Tried a bat, and u still won't submit,
See now u kno u this games a battle of wits,
Playin like the 504 boyz wit some tight whips,
When u reply don't choke and don't slip,
Cuz u'll end up wit ur bones broke and ur throat slit,
Now don't make the mistake thinkin i'm a newbie,
Cuz if u got the ball u ain't gettin through me,
Gotcha body feelin tense,
Throughout this whole experience
Take a look at the past events,
Murder, guts, gore and so much more,
The brothers have escaped from their prison,
The apocolypse has risen,
Now shhh and have a listen,
Do y'all hear that? CAP CAP CAP,
That's the sound of another nigga on his back,
This is the result when u step up in my trap,
Now if u an attacker let me see ur gat,
If your an observer lemme hear ya clap.
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Nigga who u callin fag,
u better loosen up yo doo rag,
or it'll be yo murder weapon till ya gag,
i'll have ya hangin usin yo bitchass for a punchin bag,
now i caught u talkin bout some lyrical pain,
well watch as i spit i make the bullets rain,
now sit back and gaze at the effects,
ur whole mind has been wrecked ,
causin mental defects with my last hook from the left,
you go around talkin like y'all only the best,
but it looks to me like i put yo body to rest,
now i'ma leave you to decompose,
n i leave with u the hate of all my foes,
the gats of all my bro's,
and the diseases from all my hoez,
BIATCH!
haha thnx for the response mayn , i like yo style, i'm hopin to learn from y'all cats n improve on what i got
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I laught at fags like you thinkin they able to fuck wit us//
its wcc kid, we known fah crackin skulls//
quit rappin dull, go read a book or watch some tv//
but leave this forum alone if you cant bust like we be//
it takes 1 minute of sharp thinkin to lyrically bash ya chin in//
while you took days to write ya rhyme I'll pass the mic onto my siblings//
let em ride like outwest, no doubt we be the best in lyrical slugfests//
one more word out of your mouth prepare for eternal recess//
i jus s'posed that if you call all of us out, I thought I'd drop somethin, I reckon lil homie wants tah know what WCC gots ta offer so lets show em...
nice average spit btw dawg.
>>>>damn I'm sorry I accidently erased my post dawg<<<<<
didnt mean to. here it is again.
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haha now my shit's up b4 yorz
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Here it is
funkstyz this the W-C-C//
emceez here change the game drasticly//
Leave crators massivly, you leave the game passivly//
Illicit will chop you up, and ill smoke you down//
So im gonna blast the piece, you down with one round//
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In this rap game
you must take aim
And destroy the decoys
because they got played like toys
please back down, back 2 da ground
when were done, you will not b around
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aint seen no change in the wcc, same place to me//~
always the place where u werent meant to be//~
emcees always droppin them bombs//~
sometimes i think " that fool sadaam"?//~
still see no change, same rap game//~
thats had me here since i was made//~
no0b keysyle =)
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so where ya ass at now? jus cuz some newbie came bloaw!//
trust kalipzo's words cuz he for real in his sounds//
"get ya wig pushed back" like biggie said, so fool run//
but you cant duck cuz ya aint able to do two things at once//
lol I guess funk cant retaliate on all of us.
its all love tho, no beef jus lyrics.
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Murdered you once ill do it twice//
You fuck wit the w-c-c you pay the price//
AUTOMATICK, god dam right my strap blastin//
Time to feast illict,cuz we been fasting//
Heres are chance to put this cat to rest//
So lets grab some heat and some kevlar vests//
Shoot up your house, and then the cops when they come//
The judge aint ever gonna hit me with the words murdah one/
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haha now i got all these cowards comin at me,
tho they can't rap, they just acting,
ur rhymes ain't shit to mine, step on my floor u get a good smacking,
now how many cats gonna come on one,
3,4,5 bring'em all down, and watch'em run,
3,4,5 bullet's from my chrome,
now look at the judges with the results: FUNKSTYLZ WON,
gotcha bitch on the phone,
holla at me baby,
but at the end of the night flip a dolla at me baby,
u don't hit this fo free,
now i know all yo rhymes is slippin,
i seen y'all shit, damn it's crippin,
but what y'all postin here, ima keep hatin,
u needa start editin and annotatin,
get off ur own dick and quit mastobatin
now letz see what y'all got i'm ready and waitin
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This the only oppotunity you gots to prove you worthy of stayin'//
Before you get the interaction with us, lay down your own rules n start slayin'//
Simplistic Minded, give you some (w)rappin' paper to unravel and look at//
Not understandin' the writing pattern?, coz this shit copyright, no biting will prove your whack//
Ball in ya court, cant pick up where you left off, coz we span it//
Your be beggin' for a chance to spit after we strangle ya talent//
Funkstylz trippin' over his own footsteps//
Sank himself into the communities fool depths//
Fell over the rock, kicked it over to get a reaction//
We W-C-C join togetha against a threat, like a faction//
You got a response, that you could never reply to//
Only person leavin' this thread, helpless, will be you//
Now ima set the record straight, aint scratchin out the motions//
Fuck with the surrender bitch, your death aint an option//
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haha nice indecisive
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When WCC join togather we dont just join we unite/
and we drop nothin below average, nothin below tight/
just so other emcees know, ima put it all in perspective/
im prolly one of the wackest cats here and i still wreck shit/
this is my skill, just respect it/
cats like this dont deserve to have the word funk in they name/
they so fuckin stupid they dunno wot a dunk is in Jordan's game/
im keytyling cause u aint worth my brain power/
like the twins, you think you can tower, but you'll come crashing down/
if i gotta be the suicide piolet, you aint neva takin the connections crown/
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you probably wonder why this thread is gettin filled with dopeness//
while your ass is up shit creek we leave you verbally bruised n hopeless//
you keep comin with new raps but we cuttin up you cats//
who have heart but push their luck to the limit in combat//
lol keep writin 4 bar cyphers. didnt do this in a long time. lets keep this shit goin.
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illicit is still bustin//why are ya'll hustlin ??
can't get it off thirteen year old ??
you've been rappin so long you prolly got bold
and you still aint havin no rhyme no spray//
the doctas got a medicine come ere and I'll say//
look bitch I know u gay//
but quit tryin to act like you know how to play//
in this rap game//it aint about the fame//it aint bout yo chain
it's bout yo rhyme brain and the pain//
mothafucka//I can swing a niner too//but aint nobody sayin they give a fuck bout you//shit they'll kill you//and I'm goin ferther I piss on you//spitt on you//maybe I'll even take a lil shit too//where you born ??in russia ??//I aint hearin humdelalalala bust ya//bust this battle upside down//king if this battle gimme my crown//and fag you betta change that frown//and betta you shut yo bitch ass the fuck....down
I'm new here =D
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can I have a witness verifying your mistake//
I predict in 12 lines I'll have ya floatin in a lake//
you think I'm gay? well why's that?//
you claim but cant explain what u say in ur raps//
what I write is underlined with weight of truth you cant express//
the stories you make up to gain a rep are jus calls of distress//
got the guts to call me fag? who is this? check my status in this biznitch//
reconsider actions you take the next time you try to "wit-diss"//
complex rhymin seem tah be too some foreign words fah ya//
and what you say where I'm from? I'll show you how I rush-ya//(russia)
you either gain some fuckin skillz or take a seat and closely listen//
I mean Will Smith may be nice but I can't live with not bein explicit//
got shrunk to a shroom ;)
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hey y'all this is a nice thread, keep this shit GOIN GOIN GOIN! i'll be back wit another in a bit , keep postin roastin the host to the best of yo abilities,some of y'all cats might think u killin me, but the shit u spit just keeps refililn me, n i'll be back with a fresh x pill in me
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yo im not much of a battler but all im seeing is a bunch of babblers,
i just hear blabbin', shit yall suppose to be rappin',
yall is all lame like u got hit down with the gattling,
but i don't use guns to make yall cru's run,
i just sums up these lyrics, cuz i know yall fear it when u hear it,
i'm too hard an tatted with plenty scars to be held behind bars,
u think u so close but yet u so far,
(haha) becareful the next time u step in ur car,
meanwhile.. i've been in this game a lil' while,
I've become untouchable like pac's style, yo props to funkstylz,
he's got yall cats trippin' goin' wild an now with me to get cha riled,
we gonna get cha piled,
I file n' bust rap hits, thats it, bust u soft emcee's like pusie green zits, squish and sqaush that shit,
don't tell me the scene's sick,
it's just thick of ur own blood,
u steady ACTIN' a thug, all u hear is one slug, one lyric from my mouth,
ur peeps had ta bury ya six feet down south,
i guess u shoulda choose a different route,
maybe strategized ur last breath,
2 bad it was the welcoming 2 ur own death,
don't worry u went out like a 2000 version of macbeth,
i even had ur chef feed ur cru' meth,
sorry it was such a mess, just givin' ya my test,
sup funkstylz, FUCK tha rest, peace to those who'se souls i blessed..
hey illicit, hate to sound specific but u still lookin' for a witness,
u gon' have to pull him out the puddle of piss, (haha) a steamy stinky mist,
too bad the only thing he got to hear was a hiss,
that's what happens when u try ta diss a lyricalist,
now don't forget this or yall shall be missed,
those who resist will not exsist,
im bout to exit this bitch, gotta dig yall another ditch
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CeeRida where you hollowin at me ??//
I don't understand who funkstylz try's to be//
I mean does he really want to get on that MTV ??//
or is he just bitchin arround and doesn't know what its like to be me//
bitch I aint dissin mothafuckaz for free//
I can battle ya'll so ya'll see//
a thirteen year old who can make funkstylz cry//
was that a rhyme bitch I'm laughin that I die ;D//
I was that ya'll could just shut up for 1sec and watch me fly//
I'm gainin my skillz straight to the top of this game//
ya'll want fame come and suck my dick//
you act like a prick//but I throw a brick in yo face//and let ya'll know that this is my space//no it aint no cake//you dissin mothafuckaz like your sound aint fake//bitch I'll throw you in a lake//and have a rock attachet to your foot you make me sick//you can sue my dick//just the way vannila ice gave up on mice//his dick was to short//and I bet yours is too//let's see you kick rhymes on that freestyle court
Ceerida wanna collaborate ??
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Shromy your just a buster
So stop trying 2 b a hustler
you aint nothing but a lil whore
So please get your ass out da door
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whos this shroomy tryin to be?//~
only station hes on is "CMT"//~
bustin out the country spits, classis hits//~
makin ya'all think "who is this little bitch//~
thinkin he can own this forum, without flowin, skills showin//~
how hes learned his lesson, no more messin//~
w/ the wcc, wit all members testin//~
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My final response!
You bin steppin' over logs, before you realised where they originated//
These pieces of material formed from the underground, then rose n vacated//
Prepare for the next comin' of an enforcer, knowin' he's never hesitated//
A true product of a perfect emcee, this soldier is front line designated//
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tell me what the fuck is ya'll talkin bout??//
makin 3line lyrics//betta spaz the fuck out//ya'll be tryin to shit on me cuz I'm thirteen years old//ya'll been rappin ya'll turn bold//and you still can't rap shit//gimme the mic bitch come see me spit//this is another to all ya'll//I'm not Al Quaida but I know ya'll goin fall//slap this giant that's 8 feet tall//dawg I beated him up in the middle of the mall//and betta watch yo back cuz I might jus you know how we do//I'm bustin but anythin I say can and will be used against you//call nine one one and stop treatin me like a bum//al ya'll who against I'm still numba one
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Dj lost
Heres a shot, i mean a punch to ya nuts//
Betcha in the locker room starting at butts//
Im creating this ruts, run you over wit whips//
Bustin ya spine with clips//
Gett'n high as a muthafucka smokin on spliffs//
Bust'n this verbal handcapped emmceez like cheats//
They trying to come into the w-c-c feeling will smith beats//
4 bar cypher? illict it aint enough//
Cuz my lyrics comming sharp and they built ford tough//
Who callin bluff? You cats just hopeless//
Punch ya in the head, so you remember im the dopest//
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shroomy
Tha new kid who arrived on set//~
13 yrs old...balls havent even dropped yet//~
who cant accomplish to take one step, against these vets//~
on tha WCC, tearin rappaz "drasticly", cant handle these weak "emcees"//~
performed armed robberies, shockin deez, eminem wannabes//~
shroom eatin "drugie", white kid sufferin from cerebal paulzy, its severe//~
this aint tv, nor leave it to beaver//~
with yalls id swear ya from texas//~
speakin of Al Quaida, now u mexican?//~
stick to one race, one pace, and i might let u compete in this rap race//~
but how can u call yourself numba one?//~
i just ripped you, battles won, time to go on//~
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kalipzo I'm sorry //I didn't realize yo mom was a hoe//but then I saw her in a bar and she was fuckin mo//so I paid her to leave//dawg believe//so I'm thirteen years old//at least I'm not gettin bold as you//nobody wants you//not even the police and 911 too//kick yo ass up out that door cuz you know how we do//you don't wanna with a skilled emcee foow//and you prolly even't have home//no sex on the phone//I battle your ass in a rap dome or some shit like that//let me see you kick your mom cuz she's too fat//and your dick's to small//so don't fuck arround with that//shit busta your dad was a fag
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I know who you fake ass rappers wanna be//ya'll wanna be a succesfull emcee like me//talkin bout me bein a fag//shit turn arround so I can stab//put you in plastic bag//and throw you of these rocks//shit MF I've got respect from all blocks//and I aint givin no shit bout the cops//I'll just blast em with my nine//and blast yo ass with them//shit bum you aint even got money to buy a pen//talkin bout I can't spit//you make me sick you discust me//bitch aint this a free country??//no it aint cuz I don't live in the united states//I blast thirty-three emcees to get ya'll//when I appear infront of yo door you're prolly gonna be small//where's your image now??//I've found you after all but aint even ask me how//I now your bitch ass is cryin//with all the emcees except my homies//I laugh that I die//you fake ass rappers wanna get so high//but ya'll don't even have the skill//to beat me up when I get ill//battle with me nigga your cancers still
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shroomy
wanna take this to the battle board? if so, post it up and ill check in
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Where is the battle board??I'm new you see...
does any1 wanna tagteam with me??
kalipzo why do I have to battle you ??
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lol. somebody answer dude's requests, anyone?
aight ima do it.
if you visit the site, you already mustve clicked on the Keystyle section otherwise you wouldve never gotten here to post in this thread, so in the section where you can click on KEystyle, jus click on Keystyle BattleBoard instead.
well if u wanna tag, keep askin peops, they might agree.
and why do u gotta battle him? well you dont have to, but he called u out, its up to you if you accept or not.
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aight funkstylz you start a battle
call it funkstylz vs shroomy
and tell me you started this battle
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no...im the one that wants to battle u, accept or na?
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so I have to set the topic but I don't know how to do it I'm new man gimme a break
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shroomy ur the one callin me out , why u flippin it back on me bro lol ???
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ill set it up shroomy, battleboard, kalipzo vs shrromy