WHO EVER WAS THE SO CALLED MAN IN THIS SECTION, MOVE OVER NEW NIGGA IN TOWN

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

lyrically nobody on this board seeing me/
I wrap microphone cords around necks of fake emcees/
pull hard till they face turn blue, like a crip blue flaggin compton OG/
thank god murderin emcees isnt a crime
because if it was, id be doing triple life, no lie/
everybody want to be scarface till they coked up and cant feel they face/
then a bunch of niggaz come through and wet the place/
same story, same plot , just a different face/
negative shit that gets recycled like plastic plates/
im the one, that, decides your fate/
I don't got trophies, i got the heads of emcees
who were feeling brave/
drinkin that henessy had them feeling immortal like Hercules/
but they must of forgot, its the G O D/
no i cant tone down my logic, go get knowledge homie/
im supreme, its in my DNA/
revolution flow through my veins, if i got cut, my wound would yell
'VIVA LA LIBERTE'/
I build with various tribes like hammers & nails/
talk about the history, that these devils always forget to tell/
back in highschool, I burned my history text book
and told them devilish teachers to go to hell/
had a 3.8 gpa, so i didnt get expelled/
sitting up in class with those devilish kids always made
me excel.

                                      -AINT NOTHING THE GOD CANT HANDLE.

[Sparegeez]

Well you just lost to the flip kid so I dunno How you could be the best now.

[QuietTruth]

This nigga ain't pro black, he pro wack
You musta chocked on that devils alcohol cuz u just spittin Jack
Nigga you ain't the God you claim to be
Spell that shit backwords, u just another dog like me
Your lyrics gravy G
Like a child scared of the hair clippers, you ain't fading me
You should of known this shit ain't for plantation folks
It requires you to pay attention, and u exxtra broke
Think he carryin' blacks so far but he ain't movin' an inch
Ur movement is like the projects cuz you just hittin' the bricks
We got a math man on this board, but that shit just puttin us ta bed
All this shit about a 9, cuz that's the only thang he gettin' feed

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

Well you just lost to the flip kid so I dunno How you could be the best now.

well at the end of the day the niggaz [ including you] picked the flip nigga cuz YALL THOUGHT HE WAS FUNNY- what kind of shit is that? thats why hip hop is the way it is , cuz you corny ass niggas are the consumers, buying these FUNNY niggaz albums. im from the boom bap era you feel me KRS ONE, EMPD, NAS, ICE CUBE (OLD ONE), BRAND NUBIAN, HASAN SALAAM, RAKIM,Kool G Rap,Big Daddy Kane, FAT JOE (OLD ONE), JERU THE DAMAJA, PUMPKINHEAD, PUBLICE ENEMY,X-CLAN, WU-TANG CLAN,SLICK RICK, HELL RAZAH, LAZARUS, SILENT KNIGHT, basically what im saying my collections shits on yours then throws up on it. So i know what true hip hop is all the elements and i represent it, alot of ya niggaz dont period.

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

This nigga ain't pro black, he pro wack
You musta chocked on that devils alcohol cuz u just spittin Jack
Nigga you ain't the God you claim to be
Spell that shit backwords, u just another dog like me
Your lyrics gravy G
Like a child scared of the hair clippers, you ain't fading me
You should of known this shit ain't for plantation folks
It requires you to pay attention, and u exxtra broke
Think he carryin' blacks so far but he ain't movin' an inch
Ur movement is like the projects cuz you just hittin' the bricks
We got a math man on this board, but that shit just puttin us ta bed
All this shit about a 9, cuz that's the only thang he gettin' feed

At the end of the day, you aint pullin no 9/
Niggaz that talk like that, its proven they sweet like redvines/
I don't drink liquor or eat the devils swine/
Don't be like your favorite rapper, cuz papoose runs, he don't fight/
I would've been a plantation nigga, planning to revolt/
You would've been in the masters house, rubbin him down and giving deep throat/ (Background : Homo nigga!)
No matter what you do, I will always be better/
I'm 1 you 2, I'm a A, you a B, need another hint, you not C-ing me/
Don't u know, going up against the GOD, is not a smart move/
If this was chess, I been won in three moves/
Leave you dumbfounded, "Like what did I just do?"/
But like you said I'm pro-black, so I'm not even going to murder you/
You my own kind, so I can't destroy you/
But u have to learn a lesson, so you going to be my punchin bag, cool?
Number one, when you freestyle you have to at least kick a 16/
Thats when you fucked up, you got a lot to learn about being an emcee/
I aint tryin to be black, thats just what I am/
Learn about your roots dont be a slave to uncle sam/
If i was around your way, youd get got for your north face/
Stripped for your timbs and sent back cryin to your crib.


                                                                                -NOTHING THE GOD CAN'T SOLVE

[Joseph Bonanno]

First things first, oh No we cant See you
The word is Transparent, better yet, See thru
Black assed L seven lookin like doo doo
Your moms so Black, I saw her spit yoo-hoo
it's Voodoo,  I Got more spirits than you do,
and I got fiyah, you want Mariah,
lusty ass black man want his girls Lighter -
Skinned, thats right your mind is Sinned,
Shaniqua took my cum with a Grin,
but I didnt Pay her, nor did I Lay her,
pulled up my dockers like peace see ya later,
Out. What I'm all about,
Fuckin black ho's no dough in their Mouth,
just no pussy, tight or gushy,
they got AIDS so you better not push me,
for real, i'll call the 5-0 to come peel,
your dads cap back like No Big Deal! crack -
what was on the scene,
Call yourself God but you can't get clean -
No, what a sad thing Fo Sho,
you live in filth and got rims for show,
WOW.... how you like me now,
gotta go your mom wants dick right now
PEACE GOD

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

First things first, oh No we cant See you
The word is Transparent, better yet, See thru
Black assed L seven lookin like doo doo
Your moms so Black, I saw her spit yoo-hoo
it's Voodoo,  I Got more spirits than you do,
and I got fiyah, you want Mariah,
lusty ass black man want his girls Lighter -
Skinned, thats right your mind is Sinned,
Shaniqua took my cum with a Grin,
but I didnt Pay her, nor did I Lay her,
pulled up my dockers like peace see ya later,
Out. What I'm all about,
Fuckin black ho's no dough in their Mouth,
just no pussy, tight or gushy,
they got AIDS so you better not push me,
for real, i'll call the 5-0 to come peel,
your dads cap back like No Big Deal! crack -
what was on the scene,
Call yourself God but you can't get clean -
No, what a sad thing Fo Sho,
you live in filth and got rims for show,
WOW.... how you like me now,
gotta go your mom wants dick right now
PEACE GOD

you shit is garbage pale boy. fuck out of here.

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

whats good quiettruth? you leavin me hangin?

[QuietTruth]

Shitt, my fault homie.

More 'rappers' in the industry than candy factories
So if you so original why you chasing after me
A man can only die once, I thought you was dead
You reincarnated, I know, now I'ma half to kill ya again??
Your sonnets like Ebonics they hard to comprehend
Thought u was a leader, why u following the trends
Skills I got, fuck the money for a second
He want a keystyle, so I'ma have to get real hectic
A good beginning is half the battle, so my shit the best thru
You fuckin' wit the wrong nigga with the real, real truth
Why I'm wasting my time wit a big head, somebody deck me
This nigga walk around full of myself, but homie just empty
Spreadin' this black shit, preachin' pretending he some kind of brotha
He best recognize I'm coming full force, sword in one hand, Bible in the other
You got some competition, he a black boy but the KKK ain't bitchin'
Hangin' yourself on this one cuz fuckin' wit my rhymes is like fuckin' wit lynches
I'm a crazy cat nigga, why you callin' my name out??
Don't ya ass know he who rides on a tiger can never dismount
Don't talk about bars nigga, you don't even drink liquor
This nigga ain't moving somebody gimme the orange sticker

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

^^ nice, im going to have to get at you a little late tonite, just wanted to say nice flow

[QuietTruth]

^ Appercaite it, drop that shit my dude.

[K.Dub]

Fire!

[Nat Turner-reincarnated]

Shitt, my fault homie.

More 'rappers' in the industry than candy factories
So if you so original why you chasing after me
A man can only die once, I thought you was dead
You reincarnated, I know, now I'ma half to kill ya again??
Your sonnets like Ebonics they hard to comprehend
Thought u was a leader, why u following the trends
Skills I got, fuck the money for a second
He want a keystyle, so I'ma have to get real hectic
A good beginning is half the battle, so my shit the best thru
You fuckin' wit the wrong nigga with the real, real truth
Why I'm wasting my time wit a big head, somebody deck me
This nigga walk around full of myself, but homie just empty
Spreadin' this black shit, preachin' pretending he some kind of brotha
He best recognize I'm coming full force, sword in one hand, Bible in the other
You got some competition, he a black boy but the KKK ain't bitchin'
Hangin' yourself on this one cuz fuckin' wit my rhymes is like fuckin' wit lynches
I'm a crazy cat nigga, why you callin' my name out??
Don't ya ass know he who rides on a tiger can never dismount
Don't talk about bars nigga, you don't even drink liquor
This nigga ain't moving somebody gimme the orange sticker

Im a savage when im on the mic/
you beating me aint happenin', like the thought of kids between two dykes/
im raw like eddie murphy on stage aight/
I can go back in time and be ya pops, im that nice/
Could go easy on you, for the right price/
Lyrically destroy your whole crew, then dip in my car, thats what I call a musical drive by/
If my hands got blown off, they get replaced with two mics/
That way, I can battle everybody at once, if they like/
When im flowin dont discriminate, all shades can get it, thats what I call equal opportunity/
Your far from the 'Truth', so you not foolin me/
You can get ripped in half like dame dash n jay z/
I swear when im sleepin , over my head, you can see lyrics instead of sheeps/
My living room wall got mounted heads of emcees/
I can rearrange your lyrics, now you hot like me/
I stomp on niggaz faces like kain in menace to society/
When im finished wit you, they'll say he was a nice man what a tragedyy/
                                 
                       
                                                               -NOTHING THE GOD CAN'T SOLVE

[QuietTruth]

I 'assualt' forget about the pepper
So I'm bout to put you on the spot like a leopard
You don't got no skills becuz u sound like a 'today'
And a rapper from this era wack an thats somethang u will say
You got no direction in rhymes somebody hand this nigga a map
I'll put him on and teach him how to rap
Nigga's nuthin but a flower petal on the floor
I'm THE flower, the rose with the thorns
Homie you ain't touchin' me, wit ur broken spirits
You ain't nice, you like a jamaican salon, you dreading my lyrics
This nigga ain't nasty, unless you talkin' about his smell
Nigga lost two paragraphs ago, as u can tell
Yo just put back on your Headdress and leave this alone
You ahead of a mess becuz I just got in the zone
Responding back to life is good but not in this situation
Cuz I'll fuckin' kill you AGAIN without hesitation
You backwards, no God, u a Dog and I'm burnin you man
U not gettin' Nat, u versing my rhymes so u gettin a Tan
I don't love homicide but my lyrics is like pullin' out a burner
So this battle is over becuz I just ended it with murder