Royal Rumble

[plus]

if youre replyin to somebody's jab, put their name in the subject box so i/ we dont get confused. id hate to stir up dust wit somebody by mistake. just an idea.

[BKing]

no jabs just lyircs. it wasn't aimed at any body.

[RastaTech]

. Is there cause for confusion? Where, point it out 2 us so we can fix it, rather than establishing a new "rule"that some of us (me) might find difficult to follow....one atlien

[Balsha]

this rasta dude got some skills-nice conception
but he's flying too much through the world of imagination
don't consider this as a diss,i know he tried to prick me but i ain't pissed,i'm always the one who get dissed,ultra rapidly i strike back with my lyrical fist,this time you are all on the list

bking is back with his brilliant statement,hey i'm yo fan,
can i have your autograph,boy don't make me laught,go home,this place ain't safe,one more time i take you down like rabbit,i grab my rhyme,aim yo eye and stab it,you know my method form back in the days,this is where true soulja lays and sprays with words he says,so bettet be fast,push the gas and disappear in the mass 'cause i'll shoot you with signal flare

i'm taking the rocket from my pocket

ya'll sukkaz-muthafukkaz against one me,i'm having similar situation like easy-e in his time,i'ma define ya till my last rhyme,i could stay up against ten cats like you,even my pet cat would furl lines better then you,now i'ma give final punch to this wakky bunch,english ain't even my tounge,i'm serbain thug,as you see sukkaz i translate fast and remain the best..........

[plus]

its not that big of an issue, just an observation. ive noticed a few darts being thrown wit nobody particular in mind. i just feel that if you tryin to get at somebody, at least call they name out so i know whats what. im not tryin to make up rules, cuz i dont have that juice (yet). like i said earlier, just an idea. think of it as common courtesy.
-plus

[Balsha]

hey guys,this is just a practice area... just name who's your target,like i did.


honestly,i don't think that you are all wakk like i said in my lines...

you're big challenge for me

competition is reinforcing my ambition......


one more tang....battle rap ain't creative.i need to say more then just showing that i'm better then you.....remember this....this some pure wisdom:"There is always stronger one then stronger one,and there is always better one then better one"

I know that people of our kind is more intelligent then the average(MCs-ALL YA GUYS).We could do more then just rumbblin' against each other.There is still alot of injustice on this world tha we shall fight against.Consider this as my last post.If you diss me after this,i won't say nothing,there ain't gonna be no need for that,beacuse in that case you don't belong in that "more intelligent" group.You some selfish bastard.So choose your side....

[Balsha]

this is who i'm and where i'm at!!!!

Don't try to recognise your self in this 'cause this sh!t contains no diss....


Str8 outta my soul



I don't turn like the wind blows,
so i'm trapped here with no choice
It was enough,time to raise my voice
tell the truth to them young boys,
learn form me!learn on my mistakes!
A WHOLE LIFE!That's what it takes
i'm wasted,all that misery i've tasted
that wicked **** i faced,
but i still keep my faith kid
don't let'em break ya,they won't exempt ya,
don't let'em get ya,use your potential
there ain't no luck on the streets,forget about it
i've tried it,all i want is to get out of it
muthaphukkas wanna mark me,lock me,
never let them see ya slippin,this my life kid,
i ain't trippin,
I'm ****ed up,but i could never be a loser,
a still amuse ya,sometimes confuse ya
i ain't got nowhere to go,nowhere to run
i'm born in the ghetto,son
no money,no opportunities
surrounded by lunatics,
so how can i avoid to become one,son
should i make my life with a smoking gun?
and get shot or locked up in the pen
left with no chance to think again
my homies gettin off the block,looking for better life
some coming back like lost souls,some die in the strife
very small nubmer is able to get a job,
make a first pay
and we drink it all in the pub,
i'm just another serbian scrub
not ashamed from what i m
anyway,everywhere in the world-****'s the same
different colours and hoods but the same game

[LiquidRave99]

(mahn, ya was right...those were weak lines I dropped. I gotta get some focus...family shouldn't be dropped, even if it is a practice area, my apologies..peace)

dropping beats like dead flys I blew my own horn/
finding out I was a baby G, not even born/
Disrepect to the table and my apologies laid out/
I'd like to thank the lyrical wizards for the nice hard clout/

So let me back up and collect a thought to test/
I've been knocked down but will not rest/
this isn't a game, this is life and I wasn't living/
I was some stumbling drunk with double blind vision/

Take this jersey from my back before I get it dirty/
and take back every kudo that was given to me/
I dropped lyrics that no sane man should/
spitting venom in ways that no real man would/

Skills have been questioned and I need to think/
is the club my launch pad or just a place to drink/
have I sharpened my lyrics so my voice is a knife/
or are they blunt enough to pleasure even my ex wife/

Im starving with desire to impress my peers/
but its out of control like a car I can't steer/
the bottoms comming closer, where will I land/
prolly closed casket with my picture on a stand.


peace..
LR












LR
Peace


:confused:

[RastaTech]

Kid gloves back on, cuz I’m facin’ a child, wanna test me bringing language of a juvenile/From style to theory u are not intense, universal to most hedz, u got no common sense/
I knock grills thu time zones, dental work don’t trace , I catch kills overseas an alien outta place/U betta cross ya little fingers, and hold ya breath, imagine RT in the riddle bringin’ u cold death/Crystal meth, MDMA, psilocibin won’t help, RealiT up in yo face, yet I’m coming in stealth/I could call you names, claim ya death as my mission, but no, I’ll let u drown within ya contradiction/Even if you understand and fully comprehend, you’ve given up ya sacred right, to lyrically defend/The problem is, y’ain’t got the words to employ, I know u learned ya broken english offa TV, boy/U won’t come back on this flow, hell naw, it’s ova for u, u though, u gotta lotta growin up to do/I hope u grow into the thug thatcha claimin' to be/I'll letchya sit there and mean mug, butchya lamin' to me.

peace
1atlien

oh....that last flow was aiight, by the way....

[Balsha]

i said i won't write back,but i lied
once again i'm on the ride,
this rasta-butsa tech made me countinue this match
i'm triggerin the hand granate-Catch!!!
if i could just snatch ya skinny *** to show ya how grown i'm
beat ya *** down in front all ya friends,
i'm still makin ends,i don't follow trends....

now i'm switchin to rigorous mode:

**** you Rasta and your weird philosophy
your sh!tty rhymes ain't reaching me,
YES!!! I've learned english from TV,
maby it's broken but ya still understand what i mean
you can't spoil my scheme,Better then me-just in your dream
so shut a **** up,pack up and be gone
'casue i won and you some remanent moron,
softy,spoony ,silly mutt
all you can do is kiss my butt
you aimed that "Alien" to me you slut
i got contradiction for your kiddy fiction
and by the way,serbs took down that stealth plane
you ain't made for this game,you are the one who's lame
next time biatch-SAY MY NAME