Hall of Fame nominations

[M Dogg™]

I went rhyme hunting, and damn it's a long job. And college starts tomorrow, so I don't think I can do this for everyone. But I notice almost all nominees still post. So would all those that still do pick out you 5 best rhymes in your opinion, and post them on this thread. I'll start with I Drop Rhymes, since he hasn't post since June, and then go from there.

And to remind people of the nominees, here they are. I'll post my rhymes later.

Now_I_Know
So Much Style
Sikotic
I Drop Rhymes
M Dogg
Maxi Padz
HatesRats
Spawn
SkiLLaZTiK
I-Bo
Tha7th
Primo
bez

[M Dogg™]

I Drop Rhymes

everyone postin rhymes
needs to stop with this shit bout cheese an wine
yall like a bunch of singn mimes
u dont even exist on my level
an its me that pissed on the devil
its like im in a whole other demention
im number one in overpopulation prevention
yall should go to a frestlyn convention
an better learn that my name u dont fuckn mention
watch me win every an all competitions
i make all yall rhymes look like shit outa mother goose
an some will even step up to dr. suess
when im done spittn yall beggn for a truce
call me mr. Lee cuz i bust ass like bruce
ur house an ur car imma boost
cant defeat me, even if yall in cahoots
im a kick ur ass wit my timerland boots
yall think u gangsta dressn up in wal mart suits
yall aint nothin but a bunch of fuckn fruits
what do i gotta do to see  
what yall think of me
right...like i fuckn care
wouldnt fuck yo girls id it was a dare
when im in the mic all u do is sit an stare
your bankroll? i make look like cab fare
so pull up a chair
an let me schoo u on how to rhyme tight
dont give a shit if u black or white
color dont mean shit if u outa sight
when im through yall gonna see the light
right before u die
fuckn wit me? told u not to try
an i smoke so much a got a sty
dont know how to spell some words
whatever.. on yo face im droppn terds
yall shit dont taste right like bean curds
when i get on the mic you say its upserd
that anyone could rhyme as thight as this
an u get all jealous when u see me bight the crys
yall faggots dont wanna fight wit this
an most aint seen a rapper white like this
but get used to it cuz i aint goin away
imma stay
an in hiphop imma erase all the gay
stack em all up on one tray
an sell that shit on ebay
hahahahahahaha
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i rhyme phenominally  
an stay bombn thee  
i rap u stay timn me  
eyen me  
cuz u wanna be  
buyin me  
pussys never tryin me  
less they wanna be  
f*ckn dyin g  
cuz imma end you  
straight out offend you  
i dont give a sh*t if u hispanic or hindu  
my crews gonna send you  
home in a box  
after i bust ya ass like i was bryan cox  
you know im realer then the lox  
an the highest price u ever seen gonna be my stocks  
cuz my flow is ridiculous  
ladies neva gettn sick a this  
picture this  
my cock ur girl wrapped her lips on this  
her coockie i tickled this  
im stayin clean neva gettn cyphillis  
give me the mic so i can rip this shit  
cuz im rhymin smooth like butta  
got motha f*cka calln me the number 1 stunna  
i aint dumb an dumba  
im intelligent  
what u packn aint relevant  
yo its hard to be selebet  
when i got all these girl standn in line  
lookn so fine  
all wannna be wined an dined  
but i gotta like all kinds  
an i like to tell em whats on my mind in my rhymes  
the same rhymes that got cats standn speechless like mimes  
cuz sometimes  
i blow minds  
right out the head an leave them dead like i was judge dread  
not like stallone  
more like a stoned  
version of al capone  
an im so raw ill kill u over the phone  
when i rap listen to my tone  
i aint no drone  
im a real kid rappn bout real sh*t  
chilln wit my boys that neva squeal quick  
my boys that i steal wit  
give me the mic one more time to i can rap real sick  
imma kick this flow  
for those that dont know  
when i leave the crowd they lookn stoned  
and always beggn for mo  
got cats sayin ''oh no, not this wigga again''  
same kid that beat our asses wit no friends  
rippn sh*t on the mioc just cuz he can  
so good brothaz sayin he aint white.. just light skinned  
f*ck that imma young white kid comn out the burbs  
keeps in check all the motha f*ckn herbs  
layin cats down on curbs  
packn more bombs than surbs  
can fight with my hands, but rather use my words  
im bout to take this higher than any birds  
so anyone want to step to this show em the door  
before i break his jaw  
an lay em on the floor  
so anyone who smart eyes me  
imma leave like nancy kerrigan ''why me?''  
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yo check out my ill freestlye
on this west coast key style
faggot rappers leave the popo on speed dial
an my lyrics'll make ya go senile
when i bust in the room
got the heads bouncin in tune
then u come in an they start booin
shit.. u look like a motha fuckn bafoon
get off the stage u wack mc
u dont got the ligitimacy
to step to a tight mc like me
u like a diaper dandy fuckn wit an o.g.
when u spit all u get is fuckn pity
you aint even a pussy.. just a kitty
clamin that ur inner-city
tryn to pack heat like p-diddy
when i bust through all i hear is "oh no, not this wigga again"
same white boy that busted that ass wit no friends
rippn the shit on the mic just cuz i can
battlin me u just cant win
im like mahammed ali was in boxin
u better hold up ya wack as lyrics
cuz aint no mothafucka who wanna hear it
my shits so good ur eyes'll start tearn
an my name is what youll be chearn
an i know its my game that you fearn
so sit down u little ass nigga
you small time.. neva pulled a trigga
u think ur shits big.. mines bigga
u think u spit fast.. im quicka
u think ur shit ill.. mines sicka
imma change the game like jigga
an i aint black so call me a wigga
i dont give a fuck like shady
fuckn ur old lady
an gettn younger ass than warren beaty
imma be kickn flows till im like eighty
now that u got schooled by the tru keystule pimp
just lay down u fuckn gimp
while i nibble some lobster an shrimp
u got a brain like a chimp
yo girl big as a blimp
my shit dont stink
an you best not blink  
cuz u might miss a gesture
so i suggest ya
tape yo eyes an ears wide open
an stop dopen
an start copn
with that stank shit u call a life
while im livn a balln life
cuz im the one whos calln yo wife
she aint good lookn just gives good head
she aint give u none... guess what she said
u like it up the ass? i should fill ya wit lead
leave you faggot ass dead
u probably wear spandex an kickn the keds
like little pretty men ... all up in dreads
u got pussy waitin.... but take the dick instead
take ur man on vacation.. all out like club med
hahahahahahahahahahaha  peace
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thats right motha fucka best not respond
just keep collectn food stamps an clippn coupons
i dont play around wit faggot wannabee rhymers
motha fucka cant rhyme like them big tymers
shits lame wit no flow
about this game hambone just dont know
an to the hot clubs hambone just dont go
an when hambone asked me to.. his cock i wont blow
nothin worth while ever came from ya mouth
imma take you to the house like sns an the dirty south
do when i say my shits phenominal
u know im packin the heat wave like dominos
an the explosives i pack im gonna bomb on you
so stop frontn hardcore
u still a virgin probably never score
u was concieved from somethin that look like a boar
if u want a chance at me better buy somethin from my lyrics store
otherwise u aint gotta chance just layin on the floor
now when i say i got microphone stamina
i mean i rhyme for weeks neva posin for cameras
an the whole motha fuckn time imma damage ya
u, ur crew, motha fucka watcha gonna do
when im rhymin circles round ya whole squad
i got more money then u ever seen here look at my wad
its time for yo ass to get a job
u no talent pussy slob
imma bust ya ass an leave it covered in maggots
never fuck wit me u fuckn faggot
u shoulda been original  
u still on tape u better get digital
u malnuroushed better eat them minerals
now imma have to get rid a u
imma leave your punk ass with that
u wanna try an step up imma slap ya back
with my ill lyrical tracks
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u wanna run with this.. you aint got the stamina
when u put up faggot ass rhymes i gotta damage ya
so dont step to a wigga when hes stackn crazy figgas
a smoke too much an got astigma
dont front wit my finga on the trigga
there aint none bigga
im like a smith n wesson
i know ur second guessn  
fuckn wit me.. imma teach ya a lesson
on thi this we call rhymin
there aint no time for winin
an im am a bull like a fuckn tauras
not like the ford with the four dooras
when u rap.. my crew.. u fuckn bore us
with ya little one line on time rhymes
what u think is the rappn board for mimes
speak out when u rap
leave an impression for all to see
im guessn u dont wanna war wit me
cuz u need a blessn when u calln mebitch i spread wuick like cancerous tumors
an u kickn bullshit asterik pumas
got girls all flashy like uma
so listen wheni spit for all those listnin
an if u aint listnin u probably bitchn
bout how u cant handle my rhyme stichn
when i cook up this hot shit in my rappin kitchen
you your girl be ditchn
an with me she be flirtn
an imma take her behind close curtains for certain
liftn up her skirt an  leave her back hurtin
fuck that shit right like if i was workin
out her mouth its my name shes blurtn
now im out pussy ass nigga
told u never to fuck wit a wigga

[Maestro Minded]

CeeRide #3
"I-came-REALL-WEAK" in our 2 battlez, but now im "ENDING-YOUR-STREAK"
callin me biter? nah.. my "style is UNIQUE, metaphors, with a "punching-TECHNIQUE"
u deny "BEING-a-FAG", but requesting my rhyme bein placed in "your-ASSHOLE"
I-BO make sure you're "SEEING-my-TAG" when im hittin you like a cement-FOOTBALL
im "BRUTAL-when-i-CONQUERS", placin country areas "BEHIND-my-BACK"
life is "CRUSIAL,-your-heart-FLUTTERS", lemme REMIND, "you-cant-ATTACK"
"write-a-BOOK" about this battle, and i promise you, it will  "be-a-bestSELLER"
"Illicit-misTOOK" when thinkin i waz an "eazy-HOOK", but became "cutted-by-PROPELLER"
a lyrical "RAPER", I-BO signin this "PAPER", so print it and "have-it-GUARDED"
"u're-RETARDED", you noticed 3 dayz "LATER" that you're house "been-BOM-BARDED"
you're "acting-like-FORREST-GUMP", whenever you spot me, "you-wanna-RUN"
you're "fighting-the-DOPEST-GRUMP", no doubt, your flow "will-be-OUTDONE"
Melanin aint got your back for the moment, so i guess, you'll never "fight-me-AGAIN"
dont "need-to-EXPLAIN" witch "MC-will-REMAIN", when I-BO "ru-nnin-INSAINE"
knoccin you with a "bot-tle-CHAMPAGNE", after u've been smoked "like-'MARY JANE'"
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Skillaztic:
CSN "nigga" dont wanna admit I-BO'z Skillz, insted im bein accuzed for GHOST-WRITING//
I understand, it aint EXITING loosing against I-BO without sum decent FIGHTING//
"CITING-Classius-Clay": "Im The Greatest", "like-2Real,-im-untouchable", even if CSN "plannin-DICK-RIDING"//*
crazy azz muthafuccer, im INVITING you to this DELIGHTING lyrical SLAUGHTER//
you're as JIGGA as Sean CARTER, your rhymez is as impossible as "Fat-Joe-walkin-on-WATER"//
clamin to me the man, but it wouldnt suprize I-BO if you were somebodyz DAUGHTER//
cuz you actz like a bitch, whatever I-BO releasez, "without-askin,-you-alwayz-SWALLOW"//
actin like u ignorin'mah iron-rhymez, but still, anyhow im actin, you wanna FOLLOW//
u wouldnt be able to beat me in "CAPOEIRA", even if you were born and raised in "Sao Paulo"//**
to have a prediction bout your lost, visit the "Oracle-In-Delphi" stated in "Temple-Of-APOLLO"//***
if murphy's "DELERIOUS" can be counted as knowledge, you cant possible be nigga, "u-proabbly-CHINEEZE"//
with a small dicksize like that, aint nuthin left "for-them-bitchez-to-SQUEEZE"//****
"ask-I-BO-the-EXPERTIZE"  for help, fool, "elevate-5-DEGREEZ" b'fore im blastin my DISEAZE...//
after accepting my challenge, dont expect insurance-companiez to "offer-you-surviving-GUARANTEEZ"//
the only possible way you can have black-relativez is if "you're-born-ALBINO"//
but i assume the tru is that you're some "nigga-wannabee-FILILPINO"//
i UNDRESS your flow, scalpin your stomach, "leaving-you-with-ANOREXIA"//  
keepin my vocabulary simple, cuz anyhow i still WREKK YA//
you couldnt outshine anybody, even if you had a rhyme-battle against fred DURST//
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Maxi   #2
"writing-battle-rhymez" in EXPRESS but still "your-rhymez-gettin-COMPRESSED"//
"makin-u-DEPRESSED", when your 5-day rhyme "aint-making-I-BO-IMPRESSED"//
stealin' the power "you-POSESSED" and makin' sure "your-rhymez-bein-WINE-PRESSED"//
u sent me a battle-REQUEST, so i SUGGEST you CONFESS before "writing-down-your-Death-ATTEST"//
Maxi acts "like-a-WHORE", cuz when im whoopin' his ass, he still "askin-for-MORE"//
like a wrestler, "u-wear-fancy-tights-to-SCORE", belivin' "it's-makin-you-HARDCORE"//
rhymin like a scratched vinyl, i guess your brain aint bigger than Homer Simpsons // ***
nigga claimin my rhyme-throne, fool,u betta separate facts from Sience-Fictions//  
reloading....... 50% ......  100% ... 120%... done
my victory is written in stone, "Cum-Suckin-Nerds" cant "change-whats-predicted"//
like cigarets im actin slowly, but soon enough, "you'll-be-addicted"//
your KINGS-membership ran out, so u went back to "sick-niggaz-with-no-skillz"
like Ray-J, u actin ghetto, even though you "reppin-BERVILY-HILLZ"//
tryin to bring back the old era with Spawn, Hates and "Sir Plastic"//
lets cee how ENTHUSIASTIC yall bein' when your "SARCASTIC-rhymez" "is-blasted-DRASTIC"//
after every battle u LOSEZ, the only skill u improvin in is "bringin-good-EXUSEZ"/
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Maxi #1
you try to steal the flow of I-BO, but like with a broken VCR-tape, i eject//
disrespect me, like a student, you'll be teached to show respect//
i play your flow as simple as the eaziest level of computer-chess//
now way "not-to-get-impressed" by the lyrical power I-BO possess//
you couldnt tuch my flow, even with your "toys-r-us superman-dress"//
like Kobe im too dope, you never knows where you have me//
battlin Maxi aint much worser than facing "No-Limit-Master-P"//
run away if you want, but still you couldnt duck from my bullet-spree//
like with my battlez with Tone, you realize who's the better lyrical  MC//
u got blasted Twice against the MC that's already been beaten by I-BO, Twice//
re-collect all your knowledge fool,  and and follow my phyko-advice//
winning against me is as "eazy" as rolling  "13" when playing dice//
even when u 5 miles away, i still cee you on my remote-device//  

fuck this shit... ima  beat maxi with his "own rhymes"

when Maxi Padz make audio-freestyle , he sound like RAPPIN-BACKSTREET-BOYS, spitten rhymes with COMPUTER-MODULATED-VOICE//
people would pay you to STOP-MAKING-NOISE, i can name 50 rhyme-reviewres that would make you rich enough to buy a new ROLLS-ROYCE//
when you perform, you aint gettin NO-APPLAUSE, kids been crying and askin moma why them gettin this punishment from SANTA-CLAUS//
when we battle, every 10 second YOU-TAKE-PAUSE, realising that even BY-BREAKING-LAWS, you couldnt stop I-BO from BREAKING-JAWS//
i cant undestand how mc's spittin longz bars like this, unless yall rappin much faster than the groupe BONE-THUGS//
but you dont, alteast not without alotta VOICE-SILMULATOR-PLUGS, so rhymes like this makes me wonder if yall TAKEN-TO-MUCH-DRUGS//
Like Titanic, you thaught you were flawless, but after this battle, you MET-YOUR-DESTINY//
like with Beyoncee, when im finished with you, i send you BACK-TO-TENESEEE/
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Tone1904
"Fake-Fool-Tone" increazes hiz level by imitating maxi-padz//
spitting long barz combined with punchez and "iron-stabz"//
but still u wack, no competition when i show my lyric-scadz//
like Machiavelli, im flawless, i blast every situation i grabz//
no need for right now....
you rhymes so wack: it's like "it's taken from some country-adz"//
or maby you ordered that foolish shit for 5 bucks on TV-SHOP//
i dont know what u throwing, but it aint "pure rhymes of hip-hop"//
like Doggys Angles, you have good beat, but still your rhymez flopz//
after round 1, people askin: [who dat nigga who deliverz "iron-bopz"]//
cuz "like Atlas", i crack your flow as eazy as a "book of mapz"//*
"spitten wordz like Kurupt", so fake mc'z like Tone collapz//
im rawer than Ebola when yall getten "trapped-on-my-trapz"//
darker than the night....
no disrespectin, but your white shit is being pulverized like antrax//
ive already blasted you once, but now you want a rematch//
your 2-time victory against maxi make you think "my-flow-you-can-catch"//
after your rhymez being detached, I-BO destroyz you  to scratch//
the only diffrent thing from our first battle is that you wont "fall pladdash"//
cuz like Medusa, when you cee this flow, you'll be transformed to stone//**
after our battle, your rhymes stinks so much, you'll be forced to steal "guccy-cologne"//
beat who-ever you want, I-Bo will still own the rap-throne//
when im delivering antrax-letters, i do it like Karl Malone//
i give 10% but like "Jackson and Snoop" you say "Leave Me Alone"//
blasting your left eye and leaving you looking at me like a Cyclone//
the only way to tuch my level is to produce a "identical-clone"//
aint no way I-BO can be blasten by some fool named Tone//

[Maestro Minded]

i think we should do like this .... we will rate the each rhymes from 1-5 .... atleast 4 of the 5 rhymes must have more than  4.2 points if the mc will be voted in

[M Dogg™]

Yeah... that sounds cool, others are free to drop suggestions.

[M Dogg™]

my greatest hits list, well what I think.


(If Anyone Can)
It's time for muthaphukkaz to understand
If anyone can, it's a Mexican
Who spits rhymes like tar juice
And who shots the club like Puffy do
You see, I ain't in to you
I'm a I.E. O.G. known for breaking fools
Well Bubba in jail molest you
I'll be in out on bail robbin' fools
You see, how can you look at me from on top of a hill
Like Ceasar Chavez, I'll starve until my people get their feel
And I'll bleed until a sick man gets his pill
And ain't no rich dude who I rob move, and that's on the real
For I never did time for I crime I did
I've been doing this too long, since I was an neglected kid
And you have the nerve to say "Not this wigga again"
Well this ese is gone beat you, until he sees red
Hold up son, lets state the facts
It took you long enough to come back
And last time I checked you have horrible rhymes
Now you come back with shit more powerful than Gemini
Tell me bitch, who's your ghostwrier
I do my shit by my lonsome, until your retired
Then go off like Nightrider
And if your on lifesupport, I'll pull this wire
Oh and why you think I got a wife
You must be confused, you so young, you don't know about life
So let me share it with you a little bit
When you turn 12 yours old, then you can hit it
Until then you can't even get an erection
And don't look at me, I'm 20 well your still steady guessing
Check it
I've lyed more hoes than you
Done more dirt than you can do
And last time I check, I'm more intercity than you
You see in Cali shit multiplies
If you bring the real, I push my shit up times 5
So stop say shit that's a lie
If your Ali, I'm Tyson and your about to die
'Cause even if I'm down, I'll bite your ear off
I'm a street muthaphukka, so don't even dare loft
And like every white dude, your rhythm is lost
But don't worry, maybe it's because the D.J. made the tune to soft
Fuck that, you'll never hear me over nothing but gangsta shit
I'm a west coast cholo who produces gangsta hits
Before suburb kids knew how to get a hip-hop party started
One bullet in your head well just leave you retarted
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(Gangsta Rap)
Little Wizard comes to the I.E.
Kills three Rialto kids so the world can see
El Monte Flores is the shit he claim
I've did dirt in El Monte, Flores don't mean a thang
Now how can I say shit like that
Well 'cause El Monte ain't nothing but wetbacks
And Flores got broken up by the cops
So fuck what you claim in the I.E. spot
Killing high school students don't prove a thang
On was 15, then you spray painted the I.E. name
This goes to that fact buster
If you touch another one of my sister friends, I'll beat your ass muthaphukka
And to those who don't know what I'm talking about
This is real gansta shit, not some shit I made up in the house
Remember, Rialto, California is the city I claim
And I represnt like it ain't no thang
And word on the street is I fell off
Well back in the day, word said I took a lose
Then word said I was a bitch
Then word had to say I was the shit
So why is word holding me down
When I get back it'll be the same old town
And I'll always be thug
I guess 'cause I'm in college, I get no love
Fuck that this is some gangsta shit
The type of shit you can't fuck with
And the type of shit I bring
I was born a cholo, not no fake thing
So step up if you want to get hurt
I'm the one who puts in work
And to those who love this gangsta shit
Respond to this, or give me a hit
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(Like Rakim… I Ain’t No Joke)
Like Rakim, I ain't no joke
I just watch you snort coke
Them laugh at the way you choke
Can't believe your additiced to dope
Muthaphukka put on your coat
'Cause we about to go on a dangeruos ride
I ain't Deion, but I play in prime time
Dunking on you, like Jordan on NBA Live
How can you diss me, when you ain't even dropped a rhyme
I'll go right through, like the riots did to 1time
So please, just just drop a line
Muthaphukka, I'll go gangsta like the year was 1995
Or say a speech like the Martin of 1965
"cause I drop shit tight like a glove
My style is so creative, Peoples better show me love
I switch shit so weird, it's like Puffy throwing a dub
Or Daz Dillinger showing that N.Y. love
And to quote Rakim, I hold the microphone like a grudge
This old school shit gots you getting up
So stop playing
And complaining
'Cause when I drop shit, you gets hyped
It makes you, want to fight
And bob your heads, saying my shits tight
'Cause lyrically no one can play me
Or even fade me
The Rhyme Dropper tried but he couldn't read
The shit that says I run the industry
And now that I got shit correct
I ready to tear up the set
I force you to watch kids say "are we there yet?"
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(written for my sister… by me… haha)
The Most anticipated since doggystyle,  
Now i know you been talking shit for awhile,  
Well time to check the Juvenelle,  
'cause he ani't nothing but a prick baster child  
Why don't you come and lick this clit,  
Oh wait, your busy sucking dick  
Well then suck my ghetto toes....  
I know you like shit in your mouth like a hoe  
What kind of name is Now_I_Know..  
How can you know rap and not the ghetto,  
Tell me how a dick taste...  
And what's it like to have a clit in your face  
I never did this, so i need you to tell me  
I am beating you in a battle, must run in the family,  
I might be bi but you're a fairy..  
Damn, rhyming must be hereditary  
Little kid getting rammed up the ass  
by a dildo moving so fast..  
So quit talking, you bore me...  
How is feel getting beat by both members of this family
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(Ghetto Poetry)
Young boy please believe me
I'd never do anything to harm my family
'Cause while you cry out daddy's name
I'm crying in here hoping things change
I didn't do the crime, but momma don't believe it
She hangs up when I call on the weekend
So I write you this letter and hope she didn't rip it up
I was just a broke man outta luck
I'm so sorry my oldest child
Responsibilities to make you go wild
So while others will be out there doing bad
You have to stay home and play dad
And don't think I wanted this
I want to see you grow, what my mother missed
As for now just sit in front of the TV
And watch Bugs Bunny well momma sleeps
It's a long road ahead, your gonna need your rest
My child, I never wanted to put you in this mess
Soon your grow hard like Daddy did
Before your 16, you'll have raised 2 kids
Only 5 now and got lives in your hand
You can't cry no matter how much your sad
So my oldest child please understand
That at 5 years old, you already a man

[Sikotic™]

Aight here are my five rhymes. I wish I had more to choose from but I rarely drop bars on this forum anymore. Hope y'all enjoy:


Spit-phraze/  
You must be in a daze/  
Or your eyes are glazed from my epileptic rays/  
Niggas like you talk to much these days/  
Talkin' about yourself but ya need to check ya self/  
You think you come stealth and your bad for my health/  
But unlike Ice Cube you don't have wealth and ya get no respect/  
You can only talk shit from behind the screen/  
But don't say it in my face cause you don't know me/  
I'll slit ya neck with glee/  
FIll your lungs with gasoline to their capacity/  
Plus you make no sense/  
Nigga your real dense/  
Fuck with me and slug I will dispense/  
Because I can be your worst nemisis/  
See me walk down the street and you reminise/  
When You were a kid and I took your dollars and cents/  
I tormented you so much you became a feminist/  
I know I exposed you so when you read this you start to get tense/  
But if you wanna dress in female clothing thats up to you/  
Why you do that shit I have no clue/  
Stop bein' a fake and act like yourself foo/  
And if you wanna stay alive you better stay away from my crew//////////  



MY RHYMES BE THE SHIT/  
SO GET OFF MY DICK/  
THESE BARS MORE FUCKED UP THAN A BITCH IN A PORNO FLICK/  
YEAH I'M SICK/  
BUT Y'ALL GOT NO CLUE/  
YOU AINT EVEN UP TO THE LEVEL OF THE RHYMES I SPEW/  
BITCH SWALLOW IT- NOT CHEW/  
IM LIKE A 1 MAN CREW/  
YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA DO/  
SLICE YOUR ASS UP WORSE THAN A CIRCUMSIZED JEW/  
SORRY BUT I HAVE NO MORALS/  
GOT 3 GIRLS IN LINE TO GIVE ME ORAL/  
BITCHES SCREAMIN/  
SOUNDIN LIKE THEY SINGIN A CHRISTMAS CAROL/  
LIKE 'PAC I'LL BE REMEMBERED TIL THE END OF TIME/  
I DONT NEED A INSTRUMENTAL TO SPIT THIS RHYME/  
PISS ME OFF AND I'LL START KILLING FUCKAS LIKE IN COLUMBINE/  
AND THATS JUST A DEMOSTRATION/  
OF MY SUPERIOR DOMINATION/  
BDOGG BE DROPPIN MORE BOMBS THEN THE U.S. ON A MIDDLE EASTERN NATION///////



Its about god damn time someone stepped to the plate//
TeckNine, prepare to meet your fate//
Kiss your loved ones goodbye before its too late//
Cause my skill mixed with my hate is more great than anything you state//
I'm vile, damn near about to go buck wild//
You should be afraid after what I did to So Much Style//
Tatoo my name on your forehead so no one will forget that Sikotic was the nigga that treated you like a bitch//
You say my rhymes be chessy but yours more sleezy than a slut//
But me, my shit lockin niggas up in tombs like King Tut//
Tongue like a double-edged sword, leavin you with cuts//
Smokin ya ass and tossin ya out the window like cigarette butts//
My verbalization causin so much devastation//
That it takes ya at the throat, lets ya choke and die of suffication//
I kill ya slowly, like a brain tumor or a sist//
Rest in Peace, Assassin just crossed ya off his Hit List///////



Unsolved Mysteries got cancelled like your last Affiliates account//
You got X-d Out, so you went to rant and shout//
Like a pussy ass baby you got your way, kissin the admin's ass no doubt//
God damn man, your rhymes more sour than saurkraute//
They smell like shit too, my bad thats your mom//
I'ma out rhyme your half-ass til the break of dawn//
Causin you so much stress your hair turnin gray//
I got ya workin harder than runnin a 400 meter relay//
And in half the time it took you I already got you humiliated son//
Your takin this whole thing serious, while I'm chillin' havin fun//
Cause when I spit, my lyrics come at ya so hard you get hit//
And when my dick spit, the semen gets ya momma pregnant//
Oh she forgot to tell ya//
Well Narrator I'm ya father//
Now get outta this rap game and return to singing pop like Aaron Carter//
Why do I bother//
With corny muthafuckas like you//
I took ya to school, but your dumb ass had to repeat the course too//
Its like you ain't got a clue//
I'm like a one-man crew, I'm just one person but I do twice the damage as you//
My rhymes so sick, when you repeat them you vomit like you got the flu//
Everything here I said is true//
I get better everytime, while you have limits//
And since you wanna know so bad, I wrote this shit out in 5 minutes/////////



Your havin fetishes about men drinkin cum//
But your young ass ain't even old enough to produce none//
Just like you can't produce a decent rhyme//
Stealing others lyrics and saying "Its mine"//
But thats fine, at least you know your gettin weaker each time, while each time my are even more sublime//
How many times I gotta tell you give up, you suck//
Its like you can't get enough of me rippin you up//
Your act real tough, I'll give you that, but it don't mean nothin cause your still wack//
Man, why am I wasting my time on you, I'mma leave it at that////////

[min0rity]

yo FUCK THIS SHIT...i'm nominating my own self hahaha

every word being motherfucka is your only freestyling logic/
you a sick bastard, you shouldn’t even be a catholic/
doing threesome with your sister?? Damn what a havoc/
I’m about to ask god for permission to stone BOTH of your asses as an way of punishment/
How could you face the real innocents every sunday when you violate felonious-type admendments?/  
Oh yeah, let me touch on another subject/
you Claim you’re a gangsta, supposedly all your life you dwelled on a street corner/
Admit it, you exaggerated, only way you street is living in a cardboard box, looking desperately for doners/
You the best in the keystyle forum?? Lmao your skill is as equavinet as ruthless hoeja/
If this was the rap game, I’m nas and you Memphis bleek, coming at me indirectly but I’m always raping ya/
What the fuck was I-bo thinking when he initatied you in ELITE?/
Your style is like listening to a bedtime story, cuz it instantly puts me to sleep/
the burbs could be yours but the WORLD is mine/
Come on m PUSSY, I KO’ed you with my weakest rhyme/
Your in denial like philly  in nba finals game 5, down by 20, during halftime/

Like ‘Jesus’, I’m my own man, I don’t need a crew to reveal/
Melanin Deficiant, KINGS, elite, CSN, shit don’t appeal/
I lost to your temporary crew in the finals, which was abundance/
Maybe this is fate, my enemy calling me out, so my vendgence/
Could be completed, so I form a eye as sharp as a vulture/
typing lyrics priceless, forming art like a Long lost sculpture/
i'm the one that cut your ambinal cord, next had you circumcised/
'blessing' this unknowledged, with the rhyme that’s 'baptized'/
That’s ready to cause ‘poisonous’ chaotic, even ‘rattlesnakes’ couldn’t compete/  
the lyrical ‘psychotic’ that escaped from the ‘mental hospital’ looking for repeat/  
go on a killing rampage, you better call ‘America’s most wanted’/
Get the ‘FBI’ and the ‘CIA’ on my ‘tail’ but I can outrun ‘sonic’/
Across the globe, now in the ‘U.K.’, ready to destroy your recent developed ‘habit’/
‘alcoholic’, sipping liquor mixed with ‘tea’, while thinking you a lyrical intellectual/
must be diagnosed with retardation, even ‘god’ couldn’t turn you back with ‘miracles’/
prognosis states no progress, doctors throwing more white flags than soldiers feeling hysterical/
at war, that’s what we in, representing u.s. while you ready to die like taliban/
got my ak-47 spraying digital bullets like RZA at this certain civilian/  
‘15’ shots to the dome like candles at your last ‘birthday’, manifest your demise/
administer the corpse, at the funeral, force your mother to suck your penis/
of way to say good-bye to her son, the son that lived in fantasy like a druggie overdosed/
as I smile with power, preoccupied for a moment , then caskets closed…../


Don’t you know that you’re the 'wackest rhymer' ever Please learn when to 'quit'/
Compare to me, you’re the 'shit' that I take every morning on the 'toliet'/
Talk about my mother one more time, I’ll choke you neck through my computer to yours/
Your A bitch , stinking pussy with a 2 cent tag, gorilla looking face with a weave, but claim its a perm/(lmao)
You been in the ‘aftermath studios’ Oh god…another ‘mellowman’/  
People like you are so obivious, virtually do anything to get attention/
'Ad/hd', hyperactive, chill the fuck down and swallow a 'Ritalin'/
Relating yourself with ‘bin laden’, yeah you live in a ‘cave’ cant come out cuz you look too hedious/
So you went to see a 'plastic surgeon' to look 'gorgeous'/  
But you didn’t have the million dollar in cash so gotta maintain in the hole, forever be on AWOL/ (lmao)  
damn your mind is ‘off-balance’ like a ‘cee-saw’/
Reputation in the internet Mawhawhaha….life is a terrible thing to waste/
This is too comedy you Think you got respect in cyberspace/
Like peeps really care about you in WC connection??/
Bitch Please you need to see a 'shrink' and be on intensive 'counseling sessions'/  
And what the fuck did I tell you about ‘you with guns’??/(yeah right..)
You never hold or rather even seen one/
Too many of those al pacino movies got your 12 year old childish ass dreaming/
how your this gangsta bitch in the hood shooting/
Not ‘eddie griffin’ but you Acting ‘foolish’ with your ridiculous imagination/  
DON’T EVER lie talking about you love violence/
But when your daddy was raping you, you were in smiles with silence/
Don’t front, You NEVER fought back every time your mama was beating and 'playing' you like 'violins'/
but don't worry, i'll put an end to your family affairs by puttin your worthless family all in a coffin/
You sick family dicksucking coward/
Is that why you come release your anger??/
through forums and act like you have power??/
female version of 'hellrazor', all you do is talk 'nonsense'/
with NO PROOF, another con who needs to learn a lesson/


You think “youre the man” like ‘nas’, yeah….. in cyberspace/
Even a near ‘dead man’ has a better ‘life’ in his last seconds/
This is about your life in general, I’ll ‘expose’ you like ‘scandals’/
get you depressed enough to let you create your own early funeral/
It’s a fact that your real life is miserable, alternative option is to live in wc connection/
yo I BEG you to stop posting your real-life pictures with ‘many points’ of ‘exclaminations’/
a gorilla on crack looking motherfucker, stop harassing my eyes, my vision going from 20 to cipher/
man you so ‘easy to get off’, you Had ‘multiple orgasms’ after you got ‘internet-banged’ in/  
knowing you soon gonnna become ‘elite’, you sick fuck, ‘pray to god’ to have your pussy checked from ‘STD sins’/
keep representing a clique ¾ filled with quitters, and you were the last netcee to retire/
Ya’ll ran out of rhymes that you spend years writing, to prepared for your life desire/
Can you even rap on real records?? Its obivious, but just out of curiosity/
How pathetic can you seriously be? And I don’t even have any anomisity/
But I’m ready to cause Catastrophes for those who blantanly disrespect me/
Stop going to ohhla.com and clicked on the rhymerator one 0/
dont front like you write your shit in two 0/(minutes)
Preach you rap lectures like if I was the rap version of martin Luther/
You more ‘ignorant’ than ‘billy madison’, you define the defintion of never-acheeveing failure/
arrogant in U.K. why don’t you come to the states?/
So I can crush your ‘faggot’ ass like the ‘fruitys’ in the ‘bay’, mate?/

this burrito shitter think he knows everything about the west/  
but snoop don't give a fuck about you no matter how much you dickride for regardless/  
now you depressed like a bitch when you found out the truth/ thinking about how many rappers dicks that you sucked, completely wasted your youth/
i'm about to spit shit that is 100% correct, right on the dot/  
some shit that make you settle in a hole and never to come out/
since your life never meant a dime, as if it was ever worth it/  
fuck you, even your mother's thinking she should've never had it/  
talk shit to me as if we were two reciprocals/  
when i'm one of a kind and your less than a minimal/  
you know what? i'm gonna be spitting this shit at your soon-to-come funeral/  
never could reach my level, i'm more dedicated than pablo picasso/
on the M-I-C, i'll blow any sucka emceez like clarinet/  
music appreciation   you got knowledge after a surf through the net/
even if you had home court advantage, you would get boos from your own crowd/
cuz i'll rip you off into pieces like rappers getting fucked on "Loud"/
you have less stemina than a mentally disabled/  
like your mother-on-crack, i'm too much to face and handle/  
i'm like tyson, this is automatic forfit or KO/
you front like you know hip-hop its so relevant/
but don't even know the fundamentals and important elements/  
so i'm revealing you, the long hidden tennybopper/
the type of brother who would throw blue flags for your "lover"/

[min0rity]

Infinite ‘five-0’, with a ‘snitch’ personality that was manifested/
Even before this battle of ‘crime’, you would dial ‘911’ to ‘informant’ so your cramped stomach digested/
Dickrider of the year, why don’t you start following the formalities/
claim raps are your ‘science’ but don’t even know the meaning of ‘biology’/
Speak on ‘divine’ subjects but you eat ‘PORK’ after sucking on ‘allah’s’ dick/  
Let johavah be my witness to your betrays and crookedness that would make even ‘DOHMER’ ‘sick’/
You living in illusions, all your bullshit philosophies are your delusion/
Think your life is ‘trapped’ like ‘seclusion’, but you couldn’t be any more ‘freer’ than ‘OJ simpson’/
So stop fronting, creating your false identity in the internet seeking for attention/
Consensus rap?   Lmao who the fuck you think you kidding?/
You need some ‘intensive shrink sessions’, your ‘head gets scribbled’ everyday like hand writtens/
Your rhymes should’ve stayed in your ‘WOMB’, never to be ‘born’ like ‘birth’/
My lyricism guarntee to put your current family generation in a hearse/  
You ‘judging’ my rhymes  Your gay ass is worse than ‘source 5-mic fuck-ups’/
You writing a ‘book??’ Yeah, its called “10 ways of living life of a fag with maintaining a dick in your gut at all times”/



My Definition of a fake rhymer, Spitting shit that is worth less than ‘zero’ like ‘cipher’/
‘40 days and 40 nights’ like ‘genesis’ but claiming it was written in ‘2 minutes’ like ‘premature penis’/
every time you ‘type’, it’s the same ‘thesis’, I’ll take that shit back ‘2000 BC’ like ‘Canibus’/
your shit was made for ‘groupies’ thats ‘scandalous’ while I come straight with lyrics that’s Vicious/
Itcy bichy ‘spider’ trying to fuck with the ‘Octopus’/(8 legs, 8 arms)
Even if you were the ‘Exorcist’ you couldn’t ‘take out’ the ‘devil’ in my lyrical spirit/
I ain’t no ‘generation’ whom you could just pass down and ‘inherit’/
My shit is ‘illegal’ in all states, like ‘heroin’ forever they tried to ‘prohibit’/
But I still started from the twin city, end up killing my last ‘fake emcee’ in ‘massactusette’/
That spits corny copied metaphors, ‘don’t make no sense’ like ‘UGLY centerfolds’/
rip you a new ‘anal’ like a ‘9 inch dick’ is stuck in your asshole, as the battle begins to unfold/
primo AKA ‘premier’ so stick to mixing and ‘production’/
you have no ‘business’ in rhyming, that’s not your ‘profession’/
this poetic ‘smith ‘n Wesson’, but not coming for ‘protection’/
but coming to bus caps in your dome that’s filled with ‘corruption’ like ‘LA police departments’/


The first round was like ‘aliayah’/
It was ‘one in a million’ chance for ya’ll to beat us/
But ya’ll came through so I gotta give you props/
although this time, I’m like x to the z ‘focus’ed to battle these so-called ‘cream-of-the-crops’/
tom187um, you exposed your skill too early/
its preditable that you gonna come off with verses talking about ‘fucking’ and celebrities/
got an mentality of a 5-year old,writing premature raps, is your ‘no life having’ causalities/
so you gotta live in your basement, getting child abused is your reality/
pathetic, 35-year old man still searching for his true identity/
I’ll make you focus 100% on living your life in the ‘anything goes board’ seeking for ‘cyber sex’ and ‘ympathy’
undergo counseling about how I took your man-hood and beat you so horribly/
suicidal like a druggie/
but don’t worry, ‘nobody gives a fuck’ in this harsh, cold-blooded society/  
Kane, never even heard of him at first/
god was on your side when you beat us but ‘grim reaper’ got you now, this verse will put you automatically in a ‘hearse’/
A newcomer dead, and the outcome is me winning this rap election/
All votes favoring crew during submission/
Cuz our lyrical ‘destruction’ is more chaotic than osama bin laden’s operation/
And the thing is, I rhyme just for the fuck of it, I don’t take this seriously like if this was my occupation/
But steadily, we ‘cutting and slashing’ you up like a ugly bitch going to her ‘plastic surgeon’/
Skillztic, I’m seeking for vengence/
My tuffest rival perhaps, in this ‘battle’ of the century like ‘armageddon’/
Its like every single time we met, you were in a ‘casino’/
You got ‘lucky’ but now you slipped and crapped out like ‘de niro’/
My hunger-filled retaliation, and the result will be you calling me your ‘role model’/
Part III, and no more sequels/
Now I’m about to pass the mic to my man I-bo………../
Cuz I know, he will rip you a new ass-hole…../



Blade the rookie of the year/
But now you facing the MVP, from the western hemisphere/
How you gonna manage to beat me when You need too much reliance, can NEVER hold your own/
like a “lost” puppy, you depend on the “raised” and “grown”/
I’m playing you like “flute”, since your easily ‘blown’/
Minority a.k.a. the lyrical general, that you wish to ‘salute’/
but i rather listen to a interlude, than amateurs, cuz like ‘glass’, you see-throughs/  
youre like an ‘informant’/
its so relevant, that your just ‘snitching’ to learn the rapping elements/  
think you clever with your weak punchlines that you deliever/
but you can’t beat this ‘headache’ causing flow of mine, even if youre ‘Advil’, the #1 pain reliever/
think you got game after a surf through the net/
but i blow away fake wannabes like you with a clarinet/
while I’m freestyling in your block/
top-notch, disgracing you, using my microphone as my ‘glock’/
“Loading…….” like sony playstation, but not ‘CD’s, it’s my lyrical ammunitions/
betta know that this is only the first phase from this so-called confrontation/  
leading into simple me "mike tyson" KO'ing your "pussy" crew, altercation/
so don’t even think about stepping into my land/
My shit is so raw, even the deaf kid could listen and understands/
You think I’m finished but I’m just getting started with the ‘glock’ in my hand…./
Infinite, fake ass nastradamus that calls himself the prophet/
I’ll “blast” your 5’ 9’’ frame to the sky, like a spaceship rocket/
Trying to start shit/
By Labeling me “former member of the rolling 20’s crips”/
Yo go to “NA” meetings so you can get off your hallucinating “trip”/
And you had the nerve to call primo the legend/
You really fucked up now, that “opinion” is out of context in any ruff rhymers rating discretion/
stop talking shit when you show no demonstration/  
rather love to conversate/
And I’m about to set the record straight/
Didn’t you know? They call me the lyrical great/
That destroys fakers who only “rhyme” after ‘political figure names’ and talk about religion fates/
Mannn……If your shit is imperfect, and if you can’t come correct/
Either “retire” like doggystylin or face my first-degree/
And I ain’t talking about burglaries, I’m talking about maliciously attacking your wack lyrical abilities and non-versalities/
For thinking that you on my level/
when i'm capable of being the real “LEGEND” , fuck primo/
your shit is soon to be dead too, so prepare for the funerals/
trying to fuck with me, the rap version Pablo Picasso/
you so weak, even if you were poor, performing to raise money around the corner, nobody would throw doughs/
cuz your style homo, like the san friscos/
Is that why on the M-I-C, after my freestyle, you wish to rewind my flow like a cassette deck/
so you can copy my shit, cuz my flow is destine to be history in the making ‘retrospect’/
if we were in court, the jury wouldn’t even think twice about a reasonable doubt/
your verdict is guilty for ‘prostitution’ cuz you ‘copping out’/
that’s why you can never go first/
cuz you gotta spend 12 hours making a 3 minute verse/


i murder skillaztik at the speed of light/
like x to tha z, i ain't dying without a fight/
who this fake gangsta trying to battle with/
does this nigga know that i'm kingpin on the m-i-c/
lyrically, i'll brake you down like Mariah Carey emotionally/
destroy you physically even mentally/
just to give you a clear message not to EVER RHYME/
like dj quik time iz money so stop wasting my time/
on the grind i'll reduce you from anrelextic(?) to powder/
in religion terms youre my follower and i'm your higher power/
youre like a roadkill to me so i ran you over with an eddie bauer/
you fucking coward/
no wonder when you "thought" you saw me you quickly dippin forward/
the biggest bitch so like tha porn star "dina" go swallow stickly ickys/
but no ones paying tha 2 dollar since you ugly as fuck look like looney toonies/
i'm the pimp and you my money making prostitute/
so shut your ass up and do your job before i put you in a institute/

[M Dogg™]

yo FUCK THIS SHIT...i'm nominating my own self hahaha

Fine... bez did too... if it's up there people will vote and we'll see. Just keep iot down to 5 rhymes please... don't want to many rhymes up. Now just waiting for everyone to put there's up.

[ToNe1904]

ay 5 rhymez iz a LOT to post on here, its hard enuff to get people to vote on battles n thas only 2 rhymes they gotta read. if everyone post 5 rhymes...i guarantee most muthafuckaz wont read all of em. i say it should only be like yur 2 best rhymes....MAYBE 3. by tha way...ima nominate mahself in this shit. since it can be a current MC, n not necessarily a retired one...also...i nominate "timelock" if he hasnt already been nominated...ill post up mah rhymes inna minute....

[So Much Style]

SMS THE LEGEND!!

Some of yall newbies dont know me/
but Im the Homie, rip you up keystle or vocally, just ask all them OG's!/

----------------------------
ME-Murdering I DROP RYHMES
drop rhymes dropped off his lable/
this aint a fable but i dont think im gonna be able/
to leave a trail of trails when yall inhale/
my rhyme worthiness/
and silky fresh finess/
battle you leave you all up in this mess/
and thats what happens when you test the big SMS/
entertaining/
your rhymes are anything less than that/
call me farm cause i always come phat/
and how ya like that/
i beat rap cats over the head with a baseball bat just for talking trash/
and you say im a big dawg cause i got 150/
but ya still wanna fuck with me/
lets take this shit locally/
how real rap battling supposed to be/
if you trully are a mc/
LETS DO THIS VOCALLY!/

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Some Newer shit for my album
THe intro into the mind of a maniac/
you need to face the facts/
i battle u, beat you, hand you some valtrax/
for your anti-depreseent/
none the less its, my lesson/
i leave you congested like indegestion/
like mexicans with infested intestines/
damn! i bet u never seen lines like these/
but dont despise me/
you couldnt see me without eyezeen/
I'm too cold! so call me ICe cream/
I run the Night team/
so call me knocturnal/
I'm the shit so call me furtul/
Your takin all the piss so imma call you urinal/
But thats enough of you, back to the subject/
I'm hungry, i havent eaten my lunch yet/
I'm eating mc''c like it was a buffet/ or a buffay/
you stay eating nasty bitches, but hey, what say/
do i have in your lifetime lifelines/
None...so i'll stay out of yours, and you reamin likewise...


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Lyrical Confusion (FROM D.O.C.B.'s album)

my mind causes lyrical confusion/
   creating illisions/ no solutions/
   rhyme prosititution/ thats what im usin/
   to sell records/ faster than a lepord/
   peppered/ spotted like some checkers/
  your bitch is wetter/ suckin on my nector/
  but i can do better/ elector and representer/
  Narrator is chosen/boastin kknowin i'll be/
  writing a masterpeace/ watch the records increse/
  deseased, the crease please leave/
  i got some tricks up my sleeve/ so relieve everyone in my belief/
  when i rhyme, i shine/ enuf to make u go blind/ every line/
  creatin lyrical crime/ fuck a 9 i drop signs to show u its mine/
  and if i dont tell/ i'll show/
  hit below/the elbow/ u know/ its fatal/
  fatal chances advanced to enhancedments i ran this/
  on any planet/granted i am hit/i be screamin god damnit/cause im demandin/
  and what i demend is what i open/im hopin/got u crokin and chockin/hot box smokin/
  so i hope u come lyrically prepared/be scared/i declared and faired to swear/
  on this rhyme itself/keebler elfs in the shelfs/tell/its bad for your health/
  like a  ray of ultra violet/i high but not there yet/i get/redirect to everybody left/
  im in the atmosphere/sms in the dope gear/flyest thing to come out this year/
  i will i promise/like nastrodamus/i taunt this/im on this/ like igaunas/
  and lake moss/and frost/its lost/like crop/
  circles/fulla purple/geeky urkel/ure wack, dont wanna get hit so u wear a snorkel/
  around town/up down and around/i found/the mound/right about now/
  causin likwidation/temptation/lyrical incarseration/what ure facin/
  im like nicolas cage amillion faces/embrace this/but stay scritcly no hatas/
  ure a phony/no homie/ya know me/og/vocally unholy/
  so u get a lyrical check/in the neck/your voice box has been wrecked/with my dialect/
  and metaphors/finish my chores/than scorn the vocal cords/
  on my microphone/cause im home alone/just a homophone/ready to grab the chrome/
  and thats all im about/i shout/im out like the dogg house/
 

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BEST FOR LAST! -the best battle this board has seen, won by me!
Narrator vs. TanjintYou couldnt beat me by any stretch of the imagination/
i turn a safe basin/into a tragic nation/
all over your face is where im ejaculatin'/
but not in a real sence/its past tense/
my offence/is my lyrics and shit comes EEMENCE/
and yo tanjint you know this is the best shit i ever emphasized/
my rhymes flys/im smarter than einstien/when hes magnified/99 times/
but shit/i just bit/canibIS/talkin bout punches you aint landin shit/
My rhymes are crazy tight, like balistic/
look back in these pages, check the statistics/
narrators shits higher than everyone, im majetic/
and you know i got mad $$, i must be 1800-collected/
And tanjint, my shit comes back and hits you like ricashae/
your fruity than alizay/
im BI- i got two ways/
but not sexual, its my interlectial/
i can beat you thinking or rhymeing its my perpectual/thoughts/
I dont care if your dope or not/
I stanglin grown ups or tots/stoppin Flows like  blood clots/
AND im out


This is why im the man ^^^^^

SMS the narrator im out

[ToNe1904]

Maybe reletively new, but battlin tha top muthafuckaz n holdin mah own...so....

VS. MAXI:
Guess u like to BE-SMASHED, challengin ToNe to a REMATCH, i leave yah burnt like a HEAT-RASH/
Maxi gotta lyrical landfill, i SEE-TRASH, u stepped on mah turf, i leave yah FEET-SLASHED/
Punch u in tha gut, now SPIT-YAH-LAME-LINEZ so u can have SHIT pass thru yo ass an LIPS-THA-SAME-TIME/
Face painted white, n u dont talk, ToNe'z QUICK-TAH-MAME-MIMEZ spittin bulletz out mah mouth, a full CLIP-I-AIM-NINEZ/
You say im COCKy, thas cus u gettin FUCKED-BITCHED, i left yah CUNT-STITCHED/
Made this PUNK-FLINCH, disoriented in a police car like a DRUNK-SNITCH/
ToNe winnin thiz battle, by BLASTIN-MAXI-PADZ cus he JACKZ-THA-RAPZ-HE-HAS/
Leavin yah mistreated like BLACKS-N-TAXI-CABZ/
Maxi'z like Suge inna strip search, a DUMB-NAKED-HATER/
Yah strugglin tah serve anyone like a ONE-LEGGED-WAITER, stallin wit yah rhymez sayin, "I'll....UMM-MAKE-IT-LATER"/
Like a Crack head wit amnesia, u suckin on GLASS-DICKZ n cant rememba yah LAST-HIT, thas cus i smoked yah ASS-QUICK/
Youz a gay dope dealin wanna be thug, a  
SLANGIN-FAGGOT-G, n like a replay of 9/11 im BRANGIN-TRAGEDY/
Killed Maxi in tha on-DECK-CIRCLE, u had NO-CHANCE-TAH-HIT/
Easier then it would be tah WRECK-"URKEL", so GO-ENHANCE-YAH-SHIT/
Yah bout tah experience anotha lyrical BEAT-DOWN, But u aint goan REBOUND, so go head n take yo SEAT-CLOWN/
U gay like Elton John wit a BAG-FULLA-DICKZ n yah ass gettin burnt like a FAG-PULLIN-TRICKS/
Suck so much cock that u HAVE-SWOLLEN-LIPZ, n only won 11 timez cus u HAD-STOLEN-SPITZ/
I think Maxi let a TEAR-DROP, hurt at hiz own game, as if i bit Mike Tysons EAR-OFF/
I came way sicker then a MEER-COUGH, made tha "hardest rhymer" APPEAR-SOFT/

VS. THA7th:
ToNe bout tah drag Tha7th out tah sea, under cover of tha BAY-FOG/
Ay yo Timelock, i guess it aint KVB, I jus discovered tha true "GAY-DOG"/
Doin tag teams wit bitch-made Doggystylin, yah SPITTIN-RHYMEZ-WIT-YAH-LOVER/
Only time sumthin HARD cum out yah lipz is when yah done 69'N-EACHOTHER/
Not a chance of this homo PRONE-SCRUB-ALARMIN-ME, IM-RIPPIN-EM-FAST/
Why u walkin so funny?? Muss be dat BONE-THUGZ-N-HARMONY-DICK-IN-YAH-ASS/
Yah sport a RAG and a SAG, but a victim of hate crime FAG/
I leave yah toe TAGGED, nice new outfit, a body BAG/
Now yah MAD and SAD. I can hear it in yah quiverin VOICE/
Instead of a mom, u HAD two DADZ. yah born gay witout a CHOICE/
Couldnt stand tha sight of theyre RUDE-BEHAVIOR, known to eachotha as tha BOOTY-SAVIORS/
But now i know where tha influence came fah yur FRUITY-FLAVOR/
Think u ATTACKIN-QUICK-BITCH but busy JACKIN-TRICK-DICKZ/
Fuckin diseased fagz frum tha back, so yah PACKIN-SICK-SHIT/
Pretendin that u hard, but i look PAST-THA-HYPE, cus tha7th HAS-TAH-BITE to appear he FAST-TAH-WRITE/
Prison All-Star, like a date wit LiL Kim, inmates know they gettin ASS-TONIGHT/
Mad cus Im dissin yah PUNK-ASS-CITY, n bombin thiz bitch wit a verbal ASSAULT/
Around yah way men chose NUTZ-OVA-TITTIES, but hey it aint MAH-FAULT/
No one else gave Frisco tha "Gay" Rep, muthafuckaz like YOU-DID/
When yah STAND, holdin HANDZ wit Doggystylin and get struck by CUPID/
U drive on tha freeway, n make tha fast LANE-GO-QUICKER/
Nobody want u on they ass, they see yur RAINBOW-STICKER*/

...ok ok....fukit, im threw talkin bout yo sexual preference, time fah sum real shit now muthafucka....lemme switch thiz shit up.

No more talkin bout how yah like LICKIN-DICKZ, now im all about RIPPIN-CLICKZ/
Bitch wanna RUN-OFF-AT-THA-MOUTH, u hard in tha bay, but SOFT-IN-THA-SOUTH/
I rip yah muthafuckin EYES-OUTTA-SOCKET, cus yah cant SEE-TONE/
On a Dawgz nuts, Tha7th TRIES-NOW-TAH-JOCK-IT, call u "FLEA-BONE"/
Battlin u iz like tha first 2 wordz of "GETTYSBURGH-ADRESS", "4-SCORE..."/
I step up n lay yah PETTY-VERSE-TAH-REST-POOR-WHORE/
Like yah runnin in a track-MEET, with no FEET, no chance tah CHEAT/
This sorry member of ELITE, jus saw DEFEAT, now take a SEAT/

*Rainbow Sticker=Gay Pride symbol. lol

Vs Doggystylin:
ToNe battlin tha foo fagz call "Rice-a-Roni", cus he tha "sanfranCISCO-TREAT", greasin hot dickz like  
CRISCO-HEAT/
Doggystylin gay like DISCO-BEATZ, man gitcho lipz of  
SISQO'z-MEAT/
Battlin ToNe, u rendered OBSOLETE n i call u Silk, you  
LOST-THA-BEAT while yah try tah FLOSS-ELITE, but pay tha COST-DEFEAT/
Im Booker-T, n u gonna feel a SPIN-A-ROONI, if thiz was best outta 5, "I got 5 on it" like i BEEN-A-LUNI/
Doggystylin cant see me like LENS-WITHOUT-PRESCRIPTION, Only winnin battles cus of dickridaz, yah WINS-WITHOUT-DESCRIPTION/
You tha lyircal version of Barkely, dont expect a COME-BACK, everything yah DONE-WACK, n ToNe pinned yah like THUMB-TACK/
Yah crewz tha only place yah bump yah GUMZ-AT, so i suggest yah betta RUN-BACK, yur brainz a derailed train, only ONE-TRACK/
Yah say Im buried in yah GRAVEYARD, mah spirit haunt yo fukin BRAVE-HEART/
Kill u wit these deCAYED-PARTS, even after death ToNe STAYS-HARD/
Doggystylin huh? how do i insult a man who likez tah TAKE-IT-IN-THA-ASS, yah filthy like a pig in Bubba'z yard, u jus BACON-IN-THA-GRASS/
You couldnt come hard, if u was Michael Jackson at SIXTH-GRADE-CAMP but yah broke witta burnt tongue cus yah LICKZ-PAYED-TRAMPS/
Cant defeat ToNe wit yah BITCH-MADE-RAPZ, yah originality under investigation, so yah SHIT-STAYED-TAPPED/
I flow easy like EX-LAX, with out an ounce of CONSTERNATION/
Yah shit iz soft like SEX-TRACKZ, but yah struggle like CONSTIPATION/
Call yahself "Doggystylin", well im in "Daygo" and we DAYGOSTYLE while yah rhymez gettin toyed wit like a fukin LEGO-PILE/
Fukin wit ToNe, u went frum tha FRYIN-PAN-TO-THA-SKILLET/
But yah showed a glimpse of heart, kept on TRYIN-MAN-THO-I-KILL-IT/
Like Shonuff yah came in FAST-BRAGGIN, but yah RAPZ-LAGGIN, now yah ASS-NAGGIN, defeated by Bruce Leroy, "Tha LAST-DRAGON"/  

Vs Infinite:
Letz give a round of APPLAUSE for thiz DICK-RIDER-OF-THA-MONTH-BITCH/
ToNe exposin yah FLAWS, yah CLICKS-TIGHTER-WHEN-YAH-JUMPED-SHIP/
My wordz leave yall in GURNEYS, only defeat KINGz wit shitty votes in yah TOURNEYZ/
Infinite, tha HATER-AND-THIEF, ima demonSTRATE-HOW-TAH-BEEF, jus like RAIDERS-AND-CHIEFS/
I go fah championshipz, while this fukin GAY-HO-SPECTATES/
Yah rhymez are shitty n watered down, yah need sum KAOPECTATE*/
No chance tah win, spittin yur bullshit PROPHECIES n PHILOSOPHIES/
Yah aint STOPPIN-ME wit yur HYPOCRICIES, gettin played like MONOPOLY/
Inherit tha name "Infinite" cus yah lose till tha END-OF-TIME/
Im on tha offense, u cant DEFEND-YAH-RHYMES, n im committin SENSELESS-CRIMES/
Shot tah yah nervous system, BEND-YAH-SPINE, neuro surgeonz couldnt MEND-YAH-MIND/
Try tah "enlighten" me? what a CATASTROPHY, i spit BLASPHEMY n bring TRAGEDY/
Like MASTER-P, I stack CHIPS, got platinum SPITS, yah punk BITCH/
Fake SNITCH, suckin cop DICKZ, yah LIPZ wrapped around SWINE/
Witta loaded CLIP, dont SLIP, i SPLIT Infinite five-nine/
Call me tha full-time "Infinite Killa", turn yah numbers AROUND/
Work yo sorry ass frum 9 to 5, hows that SOUND??/
Yur only helpin yah crew tah fall further BEHIND/
No startin over for yah, even if yah hit REWIND/
Clicked on tha Crew Battle thread, yah chose tah BE-BLIND/
Cus when yah checked what name u was facin, u didnt wanna SEE-MINE/

*KAOPECTATE, a medicine for sick stomach, mostly for diarrhea

Vs Illicit:
Shhhhh....letz begin tha CERIMONY, joinin "Ceeride"
and "Death" in holy MATRIMONY/
KINGz killed yah GAME, verbal HITS tah yah LIPS, made yah
change yah NAME/
Ceeride...umm...i mean "ILLICIT", no matter which one, we still goan DISS-IT/
Bow down to a KING, my pinky RING, u KISS-IT as tha voters see yah rhyme n still DISMISS-IT/
Im str8 EXPLICIT n come SADISTIC with these LINGUISTICS/
Battlin ToNe yah RISKED-IT, now a STATISTIC, of verbal LOGISTICS/
Too complicated? lemme simplify, i BEAT-YO-BITCH-ASS/
Throwin lyrical fastballz atcha, i got HEAT-N-PITCH-FAST/
A swing and a miss, strike two when yah FIGHT-ME, we can battle after yah next name change, its STRIKE-THREE/
Facin me, now yah really jus like Kurupt, on DEATH-ROW/
Cell mates dick so far down yah throat yah lost yah BREATH-HO/
Awaitin tah be handed yah sentence, n prayin fah 25-WITTA-L/
To keep livin, gotta spit tight rhymez, no longer ALIVE-SENT-TAH-HELL/
Even more like yah idle, Cee in tha midst of tha RED-DEVIL/
Tryna keep yah HEAD-LEVEL, sold yah soul so tha DEBTS- SETTLED/
Like a rematch of Royal Rumble, whatcha goan DO?? buried even when tha judge was tha HATER-IN-YUR-CREW/
KINGz vs Melinan, goes tah show our ONE is GREATER-THEN-YUR-TWO/
U tha keystyle version of P-DIDDY, wanna BE-BIGGIE, n SWITCHIN-NAMES/
We call yah CEE-SHITTY tha cat that WE-PITY, cus u'z a BITCH-THA-SAME/
A "Crew Battle" thread set up by ILLICIT, surprise surprise, KINGz RIPPED-IT/
Shattered Melinan ego, yah cant FIX-IT, packed inna cardboard box marked "FRAGILE", n ToNe SHIPPED-IT/

[M Dogg™]

Those that are nominated but still need to post rhymes.

Now_I_Know    
Maxi Padz  
HatesRats  
Spawn  
SkiLLaZTiK   
Tha7th  
Primo  
bez
TimeLock

[SKiLLaZTiC]

Re: WCC TROPHY FINAL.... SKiLLaZTiK vs. Sikotik
« Reply #1 on: 11/20/01 at 03:48:31 »
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ima drop thiz shit  
not cuz im mad but cuz im bout ta end it
if u git offended
fuck u i'm tha #1 contendant
descended by tha greatest rhyme sayaz and motivated
by pimpz playaz and thugz so my life iz over rated
u hate it but can't do a damn thang about it
crowded in a room soon doomed by tha sight of a power outtage
routed 2 ya temple iz my hollow tip explode yo skull like a pimple
simply insane tha name siikotic  placed in tha slain bitch nigga temple
otha demonz jump in ya body like a rental
here'z tha presental  
mental image of somethin simple
sin ful wayz make wayz through tha sickness released frum hiz pencil  
condensal i mean condensed caged inside a fence
released in tha streetz "shit juzt aint been tha same sense"
ya Deffence line try'z ta stop me call me tha steam roller  
controller of ya contiouse ness inside ya system like ma name wuz solar
colder than a bag of of frozen penguinz testicalz
took target practice on otherz now bustin like a professional
progress profected while Sikotic iz mentaly injected
with infected chemicalz so he feelz tha CSN and muzt respect it
thought chu caught tha pass by otha niggaz but got intercepted
tha 7th iz proud ta have u on hiz side now he regret'z it  
cuz ya charged to much on ya flow master card now u outta debit
forget it
if any body ask Skillastic said
at tha end of tha show i sit back and watch tha creditz.....

Re: U fucked up now (tha 7th)
« Reply #4 on: 10/01/01 at 15:45:09 »      Quote  Modify  Remove
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fuck it
fake nigga here'z ma dick and u can suck it
when i c yo mama'z pussy
like a turkey i gotta stuff it
and im sayin fuck ya feelinz so i do thiz shit in public
put ya face on tha concrete drag scrape and scuff it
u on itw dick  
that aint nutricious
i say he'z a lucky charm
u say "he'z frostedly delicious"
u 2 iz bitchez wit 7 fucken little puppy'z
CSN tha big shark'z
while yall tha fuckin Guppiez
Yo money talkz so u know im bout to fuckin Chris Tuck u
itz Rush Hour so on Friday ima let Debo fuck u
ima leave a gap in ya chest  
put a maxi pad in it
even though we Hate rats
ima Master Splinter Karate kick it
yo name iz Tucan when i'm viewin ya flowz
they stink so to find then  
all i do iz follow ma nose
yo lyrics anorexic
ma rhymez stay Nutty Profesor
im pimpin ya sister
while u fuckin ya uncle Festor
Better yet az a kid u got molested by uncle chestor
and im suckin yo mama'z titiez so hard that i De Chest Her
i get her wetter than ya chest when u cross ma path
wet like ya face when ITW fuckz u in tha azz
or ya tearz when u got abused by ya punk az dad
or when u tossed in tha river when we catch u dressed in drag
u try ta bite ma lyricz but u fuck around and burn ya tongue
scorch ya insidez and now u got a crispy longue
hung by ya nipple off tha dragon dungeon temple
or by ya pinky out a twelve story window itz simple
im puttin dimplez in ya temple wit a full automatic pistol
pull tha trigga and jump back like men in black leavin u cripple
i kidnapped ya unclez cuzzin'z sister father'z first mother
wit ma dick on her lip cuz her body'z to dead to fuck her
so fuck it im throwin eggrollz at chu while u chillin wit yo homoz
ma nick name iz bruce lee so stay tha fuck out ma Dojo
or return of tha Dragon i burn u then call ma Chinese Connection
sendin u to yo priest to give him yo confession
"sir i've sinned i've sucked tha dick of almost 20 men
and ma 7th man wuz Itw so ima suck him again"
Like Missy Yall Git yall freak on and yall don't want no minute man
u got Elton poster'z and u a Boy George fanatic fan
i think itz ova ma eyez begin to blinker
i spitten shit so hot
im startin to burn ma finger
Like Bet i Hits tha street and Rap ya City in tha Basement  
Comicview ya Rhymez and laugh so hard they fall 2 tha pavement
ingadgement 4 tha worldz intertainment
kidz cover there eyez cuz itz blow out ya brain minute.
boom ya life iz doomed and now u lay dead
in tha itopsy all they found wuz CSN tatted on ya 4 head.

Re: Come battle me if you think you can take me.
« Reply #3 on: 07/24/01 at 12:32:44 »      Quote  Modify  Remove
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First victim -Stiles- (nun personal)
 
since thiz tha firzt battle ima make tha lashez quick
so i still got time 2 have yo mom suck ma dick
u lil prick
think u hard enough ta battle tha bezt
no need 4 a vezt thiz bomb iz goin straight to ya chezt
thatz on ma set
West coast represent to tha death
i'm makin ya body twitch like u wuz feelin possessed
i got a sixth sense  
i can sense a bitch nigga when he approaching
open chezt him no stressin cuz thiz 9 iz wut i'm holding
un loading on any nigga tryin ta tezt tha lyrical cannible
i eat bitch mc'z
like a scavenger roaming annimal
i got a deseaze itz called blaze a bitch nigga idez
u can't catch but chu affected
cuz i think i got tha viruz
but thatz enough 4 today clazz iz dismissed
let me step back wait 4 tha judgez and take yo lyrical azz kizz

Re: Ghetto Poetry
« Reply #4 on: 07/19/01 at 15:23:00 »      Quote  Modify  Remove
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Thiz iz some real shit straight out ma heart so peep thiz shit....
 
i can't think half of tha time  
so ima spit some shit frum tha heart and turn it into a poetry rhyme
when i wuz younger u can say it wuz sad
cuz i looked up 2 ma mother and ma brother fuck ma dead beat dad
that ol scared like a poodle azz punk azz fag
he probably somewhere straight dressed in drag  
i had a step dad but he hopen i don't see him 2
i'll probably kill him 4 tha shit he put ma family through
tha motha fucka fucked up when i wuz about 7
he lucky at that age i didn't committe a 187
punk motha fucka put hiz handz on ma mom
i kept calm even though i felt like a self made time bomb
thatz on ma mom i woulda took hiz life!!!!
i woulda put tha gun 2 hiz head and not think twice!!!
betta yet thatz on ma life cuz my mom iz ma heart
i feel a tear about 2 drop so im not even gone start
all thoze timez me and ma siblingz used to sit and cry
wondering why hez beating on her and why he won't juzt die  
but itz alright yall he gone git wutz already comin
so when i see him ima beatum so he better start runnin
bout 6 yearz ago he fucked up and tried ma brother
young 15 year old azz buff motha fucker
beat hiz azz around tha houze witout a fear in hiz mind
dude went 2 jail 4 a long motha fuckin time
so 4 wut ma brotha did 4 my mom by whoopin old dude azz
i look at him azz a father figure almost a dad
so to ma brotha Massikah till tha day i die my life iz 4 u
there 4 u any motha fuckin time!!
 
2 ma brotha Massikah u aint eva alone. I got cho back 4 ever nigga u, mom, and our lil brother and sister aint gotta worrie bout shit az long az i'm here.
1 luv.

Ma version of fuck tha WCC
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fuck u bitch azz fagz rockin rainbow ragz
puttin wholez in u pussy'z sockin tha blood up wit "Maxi Padz"
bagz of soulz i collect i deposit on tha 11th
duck tha first 5 or 6 shotz but popped on "tha7th"
bodiez smeelin after i make ya insidez rott
bucken a combination on ya rist watch ta make ya life ".:Timelock:."
Stop tha flowz u spit cuz ya shit recievez no "Dnarrow"
U lil ignorant Boyz y u think they call u "I-Bo" comprendo
tha new title u hold iz a horrible blend
uz a bitch and a square so ima call u "BL7"
ina casket in a herse iz tha only way u "Ceeride"
im tha "most_hated" rapper but imma ride till i die
like pac raised me and gave me a new glock to clap
i crackle and pop all u niggaz right after ya fuckin neck "Snapp"
ya life crapped out i told u thatz not tha way tha game go
U slim Dicked bitchez so ya nick namez "DNARROW"
u dad iz a pig so i called him sir "Sir Hambone"
i met him when i took yo sister out then she got boned
wrong way 2 do her but hey imma pimp till life iz ova
if u wuz Master P and Eazy E u still wouldn't b a "Ruthless Souljah"
ma sickness makez ya vision blury like u drunk a case of "M Dogg" 20/20
"N-imy" eva gone stop not till 1 of u niggaz blaze threw me
i truly believe a hard rapper iz wut u'll never b
fucka Ameture Microphone Child i mean "AMC"
good "Gareefa" like Charlie Brown sais in Peanutts
trun ya skull "..::KloQwyse::.." like that possessed movie slutt
fuck u motha fucken blood suckaz feel tha rath of ma bregade
i fall outta tha sky wit thunder bolt'z and a Lightning ".:blade:."
Tha "Logic" of thiz conversation iz 4 u to figure out
cuz like u wuz late on PG&E imma put cho fuckin lightz out
me and ma gun neva part like we twinz of siamese
i dress like tupac and eat lucky charms so i can be a "Irish_Thug_Wannabe"
Gonna b tha man murderin all life'z in ur house
hidin in tha wallz like a Over grown "mouse"
ya spouse'z mouth iz ma dick holder  
ya "Bez" bet iz not 2 kiss her when ma blow job iz over
since i'm a animal when i fuck ya daughter im "doggystylin"
ma nine spitz automatic tha sound of a siren
im tha winner in thiz battle b4 it even begun
sayin u did iz like tha battle naz and jay z and sayin "Jae Won"
fun iz over i balzed u niggaz wit no sequel
fucked ya family up to even tu hermana y tu "primo"

therez ma 5

CSN!!!
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