Start a rhmye offf, here we gooo, first line....

ave you ever heard of havin a life not spendin all day on the net u pathetic piece of shi.t

and i can hang but what for ???whats the point ???

getting sick and tired of fools so might asswell not associate myself with them
 
I thought you died!!!

I guess it was wishful thinking.Look "Unfamous", why don`t you get off the post if you can`t add to the cipher.You are a waste of time not to mention sperm.You always got some negative bullshitt to say and you fukk the whole vibe up.Everybody else is kicking flavors and contributing to the artform.You are an embarassment to yourself.I was quiet for a while,just hoping that you would grow up,but I see that it`s not within your grasp mentally.Look how all the other cats were spittin rhymes on various topics,what the fukk have you done??NOTHING!! At least when you insult somebody,have your grammar and spelling at least 95% correct.If you got some shitt to say, send me a private message so we don`t continue to fukk the vibe up with this unnecessary,foolish,infantile bullshitt.This post was for lyricists to share and display their skills.If you don`t want to do it then stay the fukk of this thread with that other kiddie shitt and let these "old" men bust some rhymes.Like I said,if you want me to continue to shitt on you, send me a email sonny.Get at me!!!:(
 
S.o.S u havnt got a life have you ol man hahha

im not replying to this post coz it will look bad on me


peace kiddies
 
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let me break it down

Dj Infamous said:
ave you ever heard of havin a life not spendin all day on the net u pathetic piece of shi.t

and i can hang but what for ???whats the point ???

getting sick and tired of fools so might asswell not associate myself with them
Click to expand...

you couldn't hang from the start...ya flows are wack...since the thread has moved to other subjects..i've noticed that you cannot input anything worthwhile instead of bringing beef & ill karma...you say that you are sick of fools...pls explain and then i'll explain why i'm sick of you...
that one line i put at ya earlier beat anything that you have written so far...if you don't think so...check ya earlier posts...
can't come back to one line??...that is wack.


if earning cash and surfing the net at the same time is rubbish to you then so be it.
 
Yo man flare let it go yo or are u mo of a ***** niggs then i thought?
 
only when you

you acknowledge your limitations....

telling me to let it go...when you brought it in the 1st place.....
stop biting other Dj's names and claiming them as your own....punk!!!

:mad:
 
i'm a lyrical terrorist/taking IRA headlines
bomb any motherfuka that tries to take minez/
fuk up this thread with verbal landmines/
should have stayed away kid/i put up nuff signs/
ain't trying to play/this is straight from the soul/
ma life is my own and i take full control/
cover ya ears kid/theres a bomb in the hole/
get nuff supporters like ma names superbowl/
this ain't deep/it's straight up keystylin'
show anybody/exactly who they profilin'
backed-up some many kids/opened up a file for archive filin'
many claim to have skills/expose them just for lyin'
true indeed i make mic cables suffer/
ya like a ruff style/so i proceed to make it ruffer/
make young kids suck more dik than an x-rated fluffer/
be the last one standing in a verbal interaction/
be up for days/while others are climax'in/
kept it kinda simple/so it shouldn't be too taxin'
some spoke too harsh/and words be retractin'
but i say Nah to that/sh.t has gone too far/
tried to fuk up my karma/so ya face i'd like to scar/
big on the net/so ya can sling with no fear/
but hit me on the Pm/so i can whisper in ya ear/
make a few words in ya brain crystal clear/
fools rush in where angels fear to tread/
fools get knocked up like Muhammed Ali to the head/


back in a bit...got something to do.
 
back.

contin'


some call for peace/but i call for pieces/
flow style is stictly waste/kinda similar to faeces/
i like to have confrontation/cauz some part of my brain it's pleases/
quiet now??/cauz limitations are apparent/
it's pretty clear to others that ya styles transparent/
trying to back -up others whose knowledge is greater/
we cross more time-lines like the north/south equator/
i keep slinging beef like the foot & mouth farmer/
bring ill storys like ya average TV drama/
already killed ya style kid/now it's time that i embalm ya/
hid behind the net/knowing that no-one can really harm ya/
might be cool with others/but i ain't the one/
won't get off ya a.s/till ya bitten names gone/
ya momma should have taught ya the basics/between right and wrong/
don't diss others/unless you can really bring it/
don't bring beef/unless you know how to sling it/
me/ i sling beef like a schizophrenic butcher on crack/
i hope ya know some ill kids that really got ya back.

out.
 
Burning the midnight oil eh???

You must be working late son! I`m gonna try to get busy tomorrow with a little somethin` for the cipher.I needed some time to rest the oblongata. I`m out :cool:
 
yeah but ..

you know you keeping rhyming bout wack rhymes ..
when yours are,will be only real in your mind ..
so wats wrong with this thread ..?
you all mentally disturbed,or just FUKED in the head ..?
coz you rhyme bout wack people ..
when thats all you know is how to rhyme like some stupid preschool ..
why you diss people you know nothing about ..?
hitting them, trying to kick them out ..
y do i diss? i hear ya say ..
coz when peeps fuk wit me, i treat them the same ..
so just remember when you write another verse ..
bout you gonna put that guy in a hurse ..
you aint gonna do sh.it coz you cant ..
i explain enough so this is the last ..
learn to write stuff about your real life ..
then when you do,you'll know youve done right ..
y u wanna hate on all who confront you ..?
music is fo all,no matter if they wack fool ..
you know you cant control this sh.it up in here ..
so either be real,or i'll make ya drop a tear ..
i aint hating just saying it how it really is ..
no fake sh.it, not like you and your myths ..

<<<< this aint the end>>>>
::::PEACE PATROL:::: haha
 
I`ve decided to make a dramatic comeback.

Niggas call themselves Dons, where`s their hoes?
Cats called themselves MC`s,where`s their flows?
I`m a veteran so I know the ins and outs of warfare.
When my anger is kindled none are spared.
I ignite the flare so the meek can follow.
I`m a legend of the past but savior of tomorrow.
I refuse to hand over the mantle of authority.
These new jack emcess wallow in inferiority.
They know nothing of the history of this craft.
I`m the poetical prophet,the mic is my staff.
As I travel the 4 corners of the earth seeking the light.
Of knowlegde that glistens like a beacon in the night.
My hunger for enlightenment is never quenched.
That`s what seperates me from the mentally dense.
Hense I again proclaim myself the victor.
The game needs a alixir the industry is getting sicker.
And sicker and almost at the point of death.
On it`s last legs breathing it`s last breath.
Let`s revive the game brothers stop rhyming the same.
Have some diversity in your words and your name.
The way cats spit, I should un-retire.
I stopped in 95 and still got the fire.
I`m convinced that I was destined to test these cats.
Implant doubt in their feeble minds when they rap.
In my era the mic was something you earned.
If came half-assed to the cipher you were burned.
The letters MC mean "must compete".
Niggas better bacdafucup `cause nothing`s sweet.


One:)
 
going for self

life is all about confrontation/don't run from ya fears
don't let anyone/reduce you to tears/
don't let anyone take you for a fool/
don't let anyone weaker than you/run their jewels/
don't let anyone tell you that their hot/
don't let anyone tell you/you've lost the plot/
if you gotta stand alone/so be it/be yaself/
ya not measured by material gain/but by self weath/
i don't rely on others to back up my words/
spit 60 per second/so ya vision gets blurred/
no glory in this game/live life life for real/
mix with ill kids/whose spirits stronger than steel/
cocaine users/heron abusers/
try and tell 'em to live life/and their not just losers/
thats 'ow i live/every day & nite/
60 hrs per wk/a continual mental fight/
these kids will jack you/b4 you can open ya mouth/
make the lungs in chest/proceed to run down south/
i trained for this role/read many indepth books/
but ow i really learned/was to run with street crooks/
ow they make bank/multiply ill gains/
pass product to my cases/taking away all the pains/
the look on the faces when the product is in the stream/
the light in their eyes/relfects the product induced dream/
this is not west wing/soprhanos or LA law/
this sh.ts in the field/and life is raw/
so i pop ill flows to show exactly ow i'm living/
serve more turkeys than ya average thanksgiving/
i laugh at those trying to rock hard rhymes/
but don't know the meaning of having hard times/
explain to me/do you live in the street/
explain to me/what kicks on ya feet/
explain to me/do you scrap for ya food/
explain to me/how many methods you know are crude/
for real dun/ this ain't the source or BET/
this ain't the suburbs/it's the real inner city/
i don't own a PC/ i just about own TT's/
had to get it for myself/it wasn't handled to me/
ppl on the tread/saying that i should rock the real deal/ don't how harsh the cold concrete feels/
ya think this ain't real/come take a little tour/
where the cops & the kids wage inner gang war/
where ya jacked-up if ya face don't even fit/
and the only light in the room/is spoons being lit/
don't come on here and act like ya know/
cause battle rhymes for some are the only way to go/
i defend mine/like it was prison food
this happy days/no nusery interlude/
flow bout ya life/let me dig into ya cipher/
i got nothing to lose like i lifer.



out.





:(
 
:D

Trés cool. I'll try to find the time to jot sumfin' down when things cool down here.
 
flow addition

Heads be gettin' ridiculous
spittin' my rhyme in their mind like I'm a ventriloquist
a linguist with a milataristic fist
headsnack gorilla in the mist
pristine gift spit from my memory chip
have tendency to flip in my sleep
my girl records what I speak
then i sample the bed creak
beats become natural i wake up and actual
words become intelligible
the unconcious flow sounded too illegible
if that's possible soundwaves written as textual?
oh snap my rap became conceptual
 
Wrds be getting fuk'd up ..
peepz shouting thinking they had enough ..
u had enough?then back the fuk down ..
u like ma slave,coz im still wearing the crown ..
still using the gold mic,trying to teach you rite ..
trying get u muthe.rfukaz 2 experience real life ..
wat i takes to be a real man, you aint got it ..
if u aint real to your homeground,u aint wrth s.hit ..
you like a disabled man,wit out a wheel chair ..
lyrically bust your as.s,leaving ya layin there bare ..
without a hope in sight,coz of me u die at war ..
the harder ya come @ me,then harder ya hit the floor ..

:::Skilloligy:::
 
My mind is a udder that I milk for inspiration.
Mad revelations become manifestaions.
Of my soul, reflected from my innermost self.
Knowledge of self is the true self wealth.
It`s essential for utmost urban survival.
Where your brother`s a snake and wifey is your rival.
Who do you trust? your mirror`s reflection?
Look within yourself for direction.
I seek protection from the most high in my daily wars.
My spirit is somber,my body is sore.
Yet I march forward to greet my destiny.
My sharpened wit and the mic are my weaponry.
Knowlege of self is the shield that I wield.
It`s the final criteria to yield what is real.
The world is filled with shadows of deception.
Temporary distractions cloud the perception.
I stay focused to the ultimate goal.
To establish my style as one that broke the mold.
That`s why I heed the battle cry.
I live for the battle without it I would die.
Each contest is a chance to hone my skills.
To impose my will mad fates I seal.

One.....:cool:
 
can always bank that sh.t

keep keeping on!!!!
i've been sleeping on this today...been mad busy...gonna come back trmw and hog this sh.t for real.
 
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