Fuck Gay-Z

[.:N-Imy:.]

Even with a pin you still couldn't be the king
So take your ass out of the lyrical ring
Your horny gran is hotter than you
SO go on bitch about how no one can touch teh Roc-A-Fella crew
I'm a bring down the whole of Roc-A-Fella
Fuck youse up bad like Cube did to Dre, Eazy, Mc Ren and Yella
But unlike Cube you need as much vaseline as you can get
Cause you ass be getting fucked like a rabbit
Now Beanie claim you got the number one title
Ooooohhhh....now aren't you frightful
When you come near me I start getting all claustraphobic
Did I forget to tell you, I'm homophobic
Now be a good boy, go outside a play
This is the big boys game but don't go too far away
When I'm down I gotta have someone I can easily diss
Cause when I shoot I cut out the middle man so I don't miss
Your popularity only started with the death of Notorious
I guess I should entitle this song "The Glorious"
With your weak ass nursery rhmyes that can only sell well in NY
I don't even need to spit that well to make you say you goodbye's
Your music died ages so now your living of your name
The takeover has happened made you look lame and took your fame
Since when were you good enough to fuck around with lyrical talent like Nas
Shouldn't you be concentrating on people like that Pac biter Daz
Ok, ok I finally admit that I got to make a confession
I ate your rhymes up so bad that I got worse indigestion
Burning you up like I covered you in acid
Disposed of you easily like I threw you in lake Placid
Infact two monsters in one sea now that sounds like Gay-Z and Beanie Sigel
Do you consider that heaven or is it hell
If it's heaven then you have finally come up against the G-O-D
It's bad enough with you but the whole of the re-named Moc-The-Fella family
And if it hell the come meet the Devil and feel the evil in me
But I roasted you far earlier so time to move off Jay-Z


Here a little freestyle I done so gimme ya'll feedback on it cos I doubt wether it good or not.

As I always say....THE BEST CRITIC IS ALWAYS YOURSELF!

[I TO DA GEEZY]

shut tha hole up cauze it stinckz, jigga still be tha king\
tha sadder thing, than what you bring\and dare to call it a rhyme\
that nas shit stinckz just as bad, yall both be soundin like mimez\
in diffrend leegs\ and it seams\ dat yo shit waz harder to make than hiz\
what he feelz iz what you feelz iz da hot burnin of defeat\
while he shit, jigga spitts, brakes him off just like suge knight\ wit hiz current inmates,tell me dawg,  ain that right?\
dawg i also feel sorry for yo strugglin to rhyme ass\
cauze as some smart dude has told me never deal wit a dumbass\
like yo highness\
sorry gayness\
mothafucka i brake dis\
like jigga be doin while nas be playin experements wit devils\
yo both shits reak of imbalance\
try to get deep but yall chalenged\
both never new of no felonz\
yall both just be palyin wit fire\
your inconsistency bringz me, shoots me, getz me much higher\
and tha desire to brake yall\
you better start runin now and leave dis door wit a big hole\
like what yall got instead yo dickz\
those fuckin spaces and shit\
better run befo i hit\
nothafuckaz...

datz just what i think yo....
 

[.:N-Imy:.]

aight...I'll spit back then

You call that a rhyme...please....shut the door on your way out
And please dont shout
Talk under your breath like most people cause you will doubt
Thats when we gonna have to step up this bout
Your ludacris lyrics had me in hysterics
Trying to defend Jay Z when you can't even defend yourself
Now run along and play with Jay Z while putting the mic back on the shelf
Don't make me stab you with a pen and drain your blood for ink
I prefer my own cause frankly your rhmyes stink
Break down your rhymes like I'm cutting you off with a lawn-mower
Can you think quick or do we have to go slower
Blow you away like I just lit a stick of dynamite
You don't wanna start beefing with my when my brain ignite
I'm like an entertainer I bring fans much delight
Next Freddy Kugar in the making that you have dreams about me that give you a fright
Your rhymes are sour like I cover them in Sunny D
So fuck you, Jay Z and anyone who got a problem with me
You wanna beef cause I'll cut your rhmyes like I slit my wrists
And if I don't bea you that way then it's gonna be fists
Knock you the fuck out like I was talking to you from inside Chris Tuckers mind
I spit like lightening that your starting to go blind
I grind and I grind cause I don't when to stop
Not even after your brain has gone POP!


Just another freestyle!

[I TO DA GEEZY]

fine...here iz tha next...


now what tha fuck you tryna prove from what you didnt before\
after you step outside, i"ll do it, "shut tha" fuckin "door"\
don do it now, step up now, ill teach you rhymin befo\
my rhymes iz hard just like jigga"z, we fuckin shoot on you hoes\
my shit iz hard as a rock, shit"s mettaliferous\
nases shit jus like yours iz fullo shit, shit"s be ibmrued wit fog\
my shit ain like dat, dawg its prototypical \
shitz never heared befo, you better make yo desision\
if na ill make it restart, my weponry provision\
you just protract yo way to yo made ass grave and shit\
after my saddlery"z on ya,fuck, ill be ready to hit\
i ain no killa, i"m fuckin sadist\
before you fall on yo neez dawg, make sure you"z ready\
for tha life of a Mersadis\ shit ill be ridin on you\
i move dat fast you cant resist, youll need spectrology\
for my light speedy heat\you betta hide yo feat\
from tha degree dat i spray\
i be like.... in yo face\
disturb yo ballance jus, like jiggaz rhymin skillz in this case\
yo shitz so laaaaaim!!!\
it ain no joke, cauze it be what i claim\
you fuckin scabby as rhtyma you fuckin slow and strained\
dead brained\
ain no nigga can claim dat he haz aimed\
at tha king of tha lyrical game\ ill fuckin get you mental\
my rhymes iz not just rhymes my shit be sacramental\
ain nothin sentimental\

[.:N-Imy:.]

aight...here my reply


You still taking shots like you were shootin a water pistol
Your rhymes so hard to understand cause I gave you a fistful
Even being a doctor you still couldn't be like Dr D-R-E
You still at kindergarden while I'm already being tagged the next Prodigy
I don't think you actually passed lyrical skool
Cause when you spit it like a broken down tool
Shooting in so many directions that you miss so many times you become the main fool
Masturbation is your only medication which keeps you goin in this participation
When I'm about to drop another rhyme you can hear the anticipation
I drop on you like a bomb when least expected
Your brain so slow that I was undetected
When it comes to creativeness I'm the leader of the pack
You may have balls but you don't got the sack
Your balls drop out and the spine break in your back
Tried to bike the moutain but fell flat
On your face and fucked it up so bad
But I'm everlasting while your just another fad
So notorious that I was hand the B-I-G's name
Your so lame / That your actually trying to live of my fame
But we ain't the same
Where as I'm getting down with your g/f your to busy dressing like a dame
Only this time you ain't got no part in a play to act
So fuck off you she-male before I start to really react
I seen you on the street and you asked me if I please her
"You girlfriend, oh yeah, but sorry she died of a seizure"
"I fucked her so bad that my come went str8 to her heart"
So just drop the mic now before I really get down to start


I await your reply!

[I TO DA GEEZY]

now who tha fuck you trina sqeez\
tha sickest prist\
who still be preachin and teachin yo fuckin weeded as skillz\
my mothafuckan lyricalz be bombin on , you still fuckin poppin?\(what tha dealz\)
ill make you loose yo fuckin mass just like them pipz from... Nagasaki\
you betta leave befo i get to my best\(shit itz my worst\
my shit"z be bringin yo hearse\
after you fall down heat-stroke\
on yo fuckin neez dat be broke\
cauze you waznt willin to stand on\
my shit be stressin you hard untill all pipz hear you tickin\dawg\
ill make yo weak ass heart prickle\
yo, dawg, come down take a pickele\(lol)
my shit iz bombin yo head disrupttin yo brain\
so ya cant stand tha pain, shit i will give you codeine\
like nases shit you sayin shitz dat all be meanin tha same\
bet change tha frame of yo image to do it you"ll need cocane\
dat i provide every day\
by tha way, like nas you cant consntrate\yo rhymingz on some clear topicz\
you just be takin some big words and take tha best chance to drop it\]
befo them real spittaz come than dawg, fo real you bet drop it\

[maxi-padz]

do i smell BEEF
*sniff sniff*

[I TO DA GEEZY]

i don think so, dawg....itz just some agression comin out of dif opz on jigga and nas.....lol...

p.s if you lookin for a beef, dawg, for tha battle board, we can provide it...cant we n-imy?

[.:N-Imy:.]

Nah ain't no beef here...infact I like Jay Z and his new album Blueprint but I just wanted to diss him for the fun of it that way be why my rhymes lacks a little killer instinct (maybe a lot for all know) but we ain't beefin jsut having a little fun battle.....but maxi if you want beef as I Geezy said...."We Can Provide It"

[maxi-padz]

lmfao do yo thang i dun care

[Ro J. Simpson]

ill have you know jay z is the tightest in the game right now

[.:N-Imy:.]

ill have you know jay z is the tightest in the game right now

LMFAO....yeah and I'm really the 60's Batman.....lol

[.:N-Imy:.]

Anyways this battle has played out and my mind needs some rest as I'm ran out of lyrics after posting 2/3 in the space of half an hour......I retire from this lil' battle

[I TO DA GEEZY]

A"RIGHT....ME EITHER DAWG....


PEACE.

[infinite59]

Jay-Z the monotone mc/
styles boring, tired of hearing about money I'll never see/
hoes I'll never fuck/
but how much he supposedly loves what he does/
fuck that, he's all about cash, and if that's what your about/
then continue to listen/
and I'll continue dissing/
Def Jam paid to get his records played/
made him into a star/
they saved his carear from being obscure/
if you tell people your the greatest enough/
weak minds begin to believe everything they read/
it was all one big marketing scheme/
Eminem outshined Jay-Z on Renegades it was plain to see/
never the king of New York, that's Nas for those who know/
1 hot album every 10 year average/
well that's one more than Jay-Z/
Fuck Jay-Z, Dame Dash, Memph and Beanie/
Shipping extra copies of albums and paying for extra scans/
the plan worked well, so more power to you/
but real heads know who's words are true/
so to Jay-Z and Rocefella, here's the middle finger Fuck You