mintsportman wrote:I be pumping some bullets/
into your head/
full of lead/
and you drop dead/
I be killin'/
you be chillin'/
on the ground /
with my hound,/
while i'll be poundin/
on the mound/
n i'll here the sound/
but i'll be lookin around/
n all i found/
was sumthing round/
was was it o yeha ur fukin head gone down to the ground/
n u just got served by a 2 min verse
to bad you didn't really write that... i have been here a long ass time dude... and u stole that from some1 else... lol nice try though..
and those 2 raps u wrote to him, were the sames ones u said to me dog, come on just write some new **** lol its not very hard...
hay mr insane did mintsportman really copy dat rime.or were ya screwinn around wit him
you did copy that dumb ass
mr insane you better be ready to battle
mintsportman wrote:YOO JEEEZY WTF MAN send ur raps already or u to much of a puss ? i had a rap against u man
You said to spit two, and then you re-spit two of your old ones. If you have a rap against me, spit.
Minty, in case you missed it, this is where I dissed you last night for recycling rhymes again:
M Jeezy wrote:Allright, mintsportman, this is all you get--
For real, man, you want me to spit two?
But that's three in a row, and you still ain't spit nothin' new
I told you I ain't here for competition
I'm here for the attrition
Cats keep fallen' I don't miss 'em
You keep talkin' I don't listen
You figga you da best today
But I read all this ish man yesterday
Cuz for real, if you want me to put up a fight
Spit something you wrote for real, tonight
And for real man, if you can't--
You should quit this job and apply at a recycling plant
My palm sweats
thinkin of bomb threats, kids limpin like 'nam vets
everybody's gone deaf to the sounds of nonsense
Wrong bets place when fishin for greatness
the "real world's" exposed cuz theres a glitch in the "matrix"
It's time to wake up, even Pac's risen to rate this
cats itchin to make hits but are missin the basics
I'm always up for the good fight
don't let society dictate what u should like or what looks right
Do what u feel....being unique is great
these days, few speak with weight
Crews meet with hate, in the streets, new beefs are made for no reason..
breeding heathens speaking of leaving weaklings bleeding..
Lately life has made me crazy,
shady ladies with screamin babies seemin lazy schemin while demons face me...
Paranoia leads to broken pride
men chokin wives, exposin lies like trainers in the Olympics dopin guys
Usually the jokin kind, but cross me an I hope u croak an die
Quotin lines from intellectuals with open minds
..
..Like Aquinas Hume an Hick
using wit to prove in script how philosophy of religion makes humans tick
I'm movin quick, spreadin the message of peace
how hard is it to step in the streets, shake hands an lessen the beef
I'm talkin about those that rest in the east
not far but middle....alot scarred an riddled with horizontal rain droplets
It seems the brain stops at nothin when conditioned a certain way
Brainwashed cats just curse an spray
Whether ur a different race, faith, or a persons gay
I'm tired of livin......watchin disaster strike
I wonder if we have to deal with all this after life
Allright I was down for a minute
But I'm right back up in it
I'm in it to win it
King if you thinkin' we're finished
Then you didn't get it
Now check it while I set it:
I come at this savage, 'bout to do heavy damage
I suggest you brandish a bandage
Cuz if you don't understand this, I'll damage you in Spanish
I'l make a King Jay and Trey sandwich
You an OG? You taste like old cheese
DJ Trey's got red knees
Man I didn't want no mayonaise
I hope you usin' protection
'Fore you spread that nasty infection
He gives you pleasure to find that treasure underneath that cock
Cuz he's an addict he just had ta smoke them two a ya rocks
You call youself king, but there wasn't no election
I don't know who you inherited that crown from but I hope you ready for the insurrection
Man this rap game's takin' a new direction
If ya boys run, we catch 'em
If they start to shrink away, we stretch 'em
Like rubber rubber bands
On stretchers in an ambulance
Boy I'm the one who makes and shakes the clouds this time
Hail to fire, son, when it's rainin' my rhymes
Bodies be fallin', stay out the yellow-tape lines
They ain't no brick roads, man there ain't nowhere to hide
You best take shelter
Blood is spillin' like Helter Skelter
Man I'll eat you up like pacman
Come in the night like bat-man
You best hope that you a cat, man
Sh|t I'll take your first 8 lives, and kill you again
Man ya rhymes ain't nothin' sick
I challenge you to bust a single rhyme
Without sayin' my mama's in ya crib or my girlie's on ya dick
Go head, take the mike and spit
Baby bok, that was some hot ish for real, I like it, but it doesn't really seem like a battle rap... I mean maybe someone who disagrees with you and thinks it's a pussy rap could battle it back but you're right on.
King Jay, I just wanted to say I'm impressed by your speed. I look at the times, and you aren't kidding when you say it just rolls right off your fingers like real-time freestyle. I thought the first one I spit at you last night was really good, but the second one you had me pressured to respond right away and it came out kind of lame. I said you couldn't even rap on the internet, cuz it was a dis and it rhymed, but I respect your ability.
Thats wut its all about,
respect
you gotta respect me and Lyrical disaster we takein this bitch ova
Im takin the day off ill hit you wit anutha 1 later tonight
for all you old skool heads.
we goin back in time when they sayin wouldn't last
back in time to when we used to get cardboard from the trash
to break on...we goin back to parachute pants
and posin, just chillin in your b-boy stance
back to the old skool, ghettoblasters and fades
when rap was only on one station and you either had the record or tape
back in new york when they was still bombin on trains
and fresh and dope and wack were just some of the sayins
back when L.L. was still rockin bells kangol always on top
never took it off, probably just to hide his bald spot
and Audio Two "Top Billin","What More can I Say"
back in the day bumpin Kid and Play and even Kwame
with my polka dot shirt and mercedes emblem on my chain
that i had ganked from some ride cause everyone did the same
and native tongue was the ****, Jungle Brothers and Tribe,
De La Soul, Chi Ali and Blacksheep was always keepin it live
B.D.P. the Juice Crew and even U.T.F.O
Eric B. and Rakim came out with "I Know You got Soul
Then P.E. change the game and made us all open our eyes
Chuck showed us how to fight the power while Flavor showed us the time
and then N.W.A. made it okay, to say "****
the Police" and they was my favorite group until they broke up
E.P.M.D. "So What You Sayin" K-Solo and Red/
"I Got it Made was the **** by Howie Tee and Special Ed
way before L.L. was bad, when Stet was "Talkin all that Jazz"
back when Heavy Dee was still fat, and female rappers showed class
Insteada just ass, Salt and Pepa were ladies
and i can't say that for half of the females thats comin out lately
then Paris came out and made me question the man
also was in awe of what Jazzy Jeff could do with hands
rockin my pleather MCM hat, with the little metal plaque
that i always wore slightly to the left and always to the back
word!..bring back the days of old when we was still rockin gold
and when we'd say thow your hands in the air the crowd would do as they told
x2 thats why i reminisce with biss on memories from the past
givin props to the old skool thats why i'm takin you back....
i could go on and on and on..........
DJTREY wrote:hay mr insane did mintsportman really copy dat rime.or were ya screwinn around wit him
ya he did, go bak in the forum and see for your self, its quite a bit bak there, its the secound tmie someone did that... lol
