CrazyD
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 12:01 am
no-1 introduce myself
Allow me to be stealth with my healh and introduce myself Im new with the **** so CrazyD aint got to reason to be teasin just rhymin for your pleasin im usin a leaver to whoop anyone instead of a beaver yo rap is so bad dont catch a fever cause youll be alone cold as stone to the bone if the phone rings youll be stunned as a gnome i put you in the zone in rome this aint no clone war star wars freak this rhyme is outstanding demanding still handling the magicans hat which he pull a rabbit like an asscrack even though in online time-to-time i use a line to crush you like a mime it must be a crime to be good with 1 punchline you'd rather cuddle then huddle get fucked in the but-hole with no struggle
its time to reduce my rhyme and seduce without any abuse that i use so im done made my self clear lets see you **** a donkey over the peir
quier-O
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notta cent tobe lent
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 01:01 am
30 seconds YTZ, you better start runnin. You dont' have much time bitch, AdAm is comin./ To break your style, legs, head and neck. Hurry up bitch, any second now... i'll leave your face in a wreck./ Oops time is up bitch whats up now? Only way you getting outa this is to get down and bow./ Im a virus infecting you beat, as sly as a fox, kill you in your sleep./ A couple rymes coudnt hurnt me..especially yours, you make Faded_andDetermined's style look nice and his style is poor./ Back off while you have the change bitch before i hit you with another, your chance is now.. hit me with your best shot brother./

Pe@ce for now ytz.
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CrazyD
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 03:13 am
that **** was phat nigga

notta_cent_tobe_lent wrote:
30 seconds YTZ, you better start runnin. You dont' have much time bitch, AdAm is comin./ To break your style, legs, head and neck. Hurry up bitch, any second now... i'll leave your face in a wreck./ Oops time is up bitch whats up now? Only way you getting outa this is to get down and bow./ Im a virus infecting you beat, as sly as a fox, kill you in your sleep./ A couple rymes coudnt hurnt me..especially yours, you make Faded_andDetermined's style look nice and his style is poor./ Back off while you have the change bitch before i hit you with another, your chance is now.. hit me with your best shot brother./

Pe@ce for now ytz.
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YTZ
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 05:16 am
Yo notta_cent_tobe_lent
man u cant keep up paying your rent
im da baliff whos gunna take your stuff
think im bluffing.. man im tough
30 seconds and i win this
u dont have time sis
ill smash your face
ill put u in your place, im here to amaze
step up and go to the next phase
u out in round one
so stop wearing your sisters thong
this is taking to long
im gone
peace out
N.C.T.L
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hipnoticbun
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 08:13 am
crazyD is whack... and so is not a cent to be lent...

With fantastic tactics you get your ass kicked
when I back flip and land heels first on your back, kid
voice wrapped in plastic, when I spit it, explosive
acidic, erosive, you get it in doses
battles? I'll have you shootin at me after
charge my brain when I connect my nerves to nuclear reactors
who can I be after?, precisly laser guided
I catch burn on joints like arthritis when I write it
gettin excited, ya scared, grabs your guns tight
when I sneezed, the sky divided, light blinded, GOD yelled guzuntight
I'll turn the market, wit hails of tunes
learn your target and trail wit goons,
burn your carcass inhale the fumes
I bring heat in battle, what you come up wit is dull
I'll drop your water percentage, vapors comin up from your skull
I'll heat the toast, and beat on most
I slay you dead on the spot and speak to ghosts,
defeatin most with preachin notes
I spit bricks and lift tenements,
grab mics rip an event hip hops fifth element
I hurt clowns, I don't move, I push the earth round
go the full nine yards and still get the first down
on one play have bums layed when my tongue spray
and you can't come back like gettin stuck on a one way
your lungs cave everytime you try and rip tracks
you suck so much your throat muscles get snapped when you spit raps
so get back, you gettin fucked for the last time like a dead slut
wit the size of my ego I'll hit the world wit a headbutt
step up, I got +illmatic+ and +gauge+ in the back with him
while your rhymes is so pussy ya faggots attractin men!!
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rapghost89
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 10:02 am
im lyrically inclined to kill u
drill u
spill u all over
the only thing that can save u was a lucky clover
but now its over
its the end
i never pretend to play
i only spray AK's
i fulfill the anger within
to kill fake rappers like him
if this guy wasnt 10
then bam hes dead
i live to rap
i live to ryhme
thats why
everytime i flow its a crime
are u readin these lines
its crazy how i do
u can spit all day
and i still beat u
its true
why u always try to get me
if u was smart
u wouldnt try to start no beef
but thats ok
im gettin the urge to drop bombs
on first mutha fucka
thinkin hes poppin 9's
rappin ryhmes that he stole
from an old cd
i got u in the mouth
tell me how much u bleed
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CrazyD
 
  1  
Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 11:03 pm
Just so you know ima kick your ass when you get another flow
im derlierous its like im runnin the show you cry soft cause i done let you go your a cokehead mutherfuker your muther's a hoe OH NO!!
you cant even get a chick on the dating agency when u get one she look as ugly as **** you make a good couple as soon as you kiss but then boing you aint toilet trained and u startin to piss i **** you up with one piece of steel and you gotta beg and beg just to get a $5 bill the clock is tickin everbody gettin some u just lickin a dick like a popsiclye pop cause my beats are so good u just a wannabee rock-a-fella i put you in a celler you fucked tyhe secerity guard and got killed by a preppeler i meet you in house ready to push and shove and you so lame you a hooker up in the club cant get any dick so you wanna rub you got no appeal beg again for a meal **** you with steel and thats the end of my deal

get a more fucked up rap and then Ima put my foot ALL THE WAy up yo ass crack

hipnotic_bun wrote:
crazyD is whack... and so is not a cent to be lent...

With fantastic tactics you get your ass kicked
when I back flip and land heels first on your back, kid
voice wrapped in plastic, when I spit it, explosive
acidic, erosive, you get it in doses
battles? I'll have you shootin at me after
charge my brain when I connect my nerves to nuclear reactors
who can I be after?, precisly laser guided
I catch burn on joints like arthritis when I write it
gettin excited, ya scared, grabs your guns tight
when I sneezed, the sky divided, light blinded, GOD yelled guzuntight
I'll turn the market, wit hails of tunes
learn your target and trail wit goons,
burn your carcass inhale the fumes
I bring heat in battle, what you come up wit is dull
I'll drop your water percentage, vapors comin up from your skull
I'll heat the toast, and beat on most
I slay you dead on the spot and speak to ghosts,
defeatin most with preachin notes
I spit bricks and lift tenements,
grab mics rip an event hip hops fifth element
I hurt clowns, I don't move, I push the earth round
go the full nine yards and still get the first down
on one play have bums layed when my tongue spray
and you can't come back like gettin stuck on a one way
your lungs cave everytime you try and rip tracks
you suck so much your throat muscles get snapped when you spit raps
so get back, you gettin **** for the last time like a dead slut
wit the size of my ego I'll hit the world wit a headbutt
step up, I got +illmatic+ and +gauge+ in the back with him
while your rhymes is so pussy ya faggots attractin men!!
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hipnoticbun
 
  1  
Reply Sat 28 May, 2005 02:23 pm
I got more rhymes than there's raindrops in a storm
I'm ahead of my time and can't wait to be born
I left to learn how to wreck rhymes you'll never be able
use your CD's for mirror's, tape's level my table
so many labels known differently all over the world
Hipnotic, my Indian name is "touches your girl"
natives kneel to my tape and do all at will's
holdin' up like clerk's checkin if your hundred is real
the one with the skill ain't always the one with the deal
cause i don't like a lot of the cats that some of ya'll feel
self centered, hipnotic is the baddest MC
my old rhymes my influence, my favourite rapper is me
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YTZ
 
  1  
Reply Sat 28 May, 2005 03:42 pm
top of the block
niggaz chased by cops
stabbed a thug got robbed

here stressing out
cos
hes locked up and neva getting out

i was there HELL YEAH
drug dealing making money grow threw healing
next morning
that fealing was like a killer squeling
trigger this
pistol near his head
missed
police after u, u caused da missed
u now on a hit list
enter the game of a gangsta's fist
gold knuckles blasting into your head
man u fucked up and left for dead
u white bred on black turf
i aint battling to the streets im
here on able 2know with blistering heat beats
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Toontown boycot
 
  1  
Reply Sat 28 May, 2005 07:38 pm
neva been a nigga this good for this long
this hood,this hot or this strong
and while your sittin there takin hits from the bong
im dropin a bomb
just cuz im white dont mean im your avrage uncle tom
my **** is spit real
my **** is somthin you can feal
and cuz of it you better bow down on both knees
my **** will spread across the sky's and sea's
but you step to me ill stomp you out and set my lyrics free
let em go wild
ill take you out cuz u aint got no style
just like the bridge my **** can go for about 8 mile
when it comes to text im a lyrical dream
like the niggs that hooked up with the cocain feen
im whats here and now
you'z just a has been
we all knew you couldnt last
your lyrics wernt that fast
you were rappin like it was the past
mid 80's
step up or step back
only spit if your **** aint wack
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SolDieR167
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 12:18 am
Toontown boycot wrote:
neva been a nigga this good for this long
this hood,this hot or this strong
and while your sittin there takin hits from the bong
im dropin a bomb
just cuz im white dont mean im your avrage uncle tom
my **** is spit real
my **** is somthin you can feal
and cuz of it you better bow down on both knees
my **** will spread across the sky's and sea's
but you step to me ill stomp you out and set my lyrics free
let em go wild
ill take you out cuz u aint got no style
just like the bridge my **** can go for about 8 mile
when it comes to text im a lyrical dream
like the niggs that hooked up with the cocain feen
im whats here and now
you'z just a has been
we all knew you couldnt last
your lyrics wernt that fast
you were rappin like it was the past
mid 80's
step up or step back
only spit if your **** aint wack







he was a nigga who had it for never
no hustle,no game an wishes he was as clever
wont last fast with the shwag ash
ur droppin ur cash
jus cuz ur white that means ur above average however
ur ****..to stop ill make a deal
ill support u for a week with a meal
an i thought u were a faggot beggin please
im not gay nor do i need a disease
ur **** spreads throughout the world an plead
ill make ur damnation an ur free need more contemplation
ill go crazy
like ur in the navy
when at sea you'll be my lady
when it come to text u have met ur match
complex who devour ur ass
make it seam like u need a lean an mean guy
u need dicc like an addict for nicotine dont lie
ur whats here nor there
your a never been
never had a friend
thas why u think ur good at freestylin
dont tell me what to do neither
u thinkin ur super i got ether
u so hood u thought shrooms is reefer
id continue but u need to decipher
and make sure you do to my broacher
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hipnoticbun
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 08:30 am
WORDS CONNECT...
WORDS CONNECT...
I had my boy throwin in some words so i could just elaborate rhymes around them... not bad...

Primitive plus futuristic equals
Powerful effects to progress the people
People buy records
cause I reckon
they beckon
To belong to a song
that makes the soul strong
Strong as an ox
I belong in a box
That is battery-powered and portable,
plus recordable
Recordable and audible to navigate the nautical
Arsenals of artisans were parted into particles
Particles of artifacts inherited from archetypes
Who used to rock the parks at night
Led to Kris Parker types
Right or left,
it's life or death
It's like a breath
before you dive the depths
the depths of faith
Beyond the path that you can estimate
Estimate the best a tape has ever sounded
Rounded
to the nearest metaphor
My equal sign is way ahead of yours
Yours truly, forcefully scorched bullies
Thoughtfully brought goodies
To the batter's box
To form a paradox
My paradox'll lead to a paragon
You should not compare the don
To a pitch hitter, call me trendsetter
A trendsetter with a vendetta
With a pen next to text extra scorchin
Like Jimmy at the organ
Organizin elements that force a guy's intelligence
To walk the line of relevance
Assault the mind with elegance
Elegance from a man without melanin, tellin em
Yet again that it's them that I'm better than
Better than veterans fumblin medicine vials
Venomous styles embedded in Thomas Edison's files
File this in aisle six next to style kicks
And brain sauce, flavors range from extra hot to mild wit
Witness these swift kicks to the witless
Dipshit, all the kids bitch cause I'm different
Different like a platypus, analytical catalyst
Pullin punchlines out of hats, magical battle tricks
tricks are for kids
with wit in they lid,
umbilical cord
Ripped off the kids committin syllable fraud
Illustrating, commentating, demonstrating,
Elevating plus evaluating
Tracks to leave the wack salivating
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gauge
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 01:11 pm
smack u in the head witta crack covered cranium basher
stab u in the head witta jagged edge aquarium glass shard
spread ur minced meat intestines across ur back yard
walk up to ur dawgs in a session n smack em wit da asher
my hands are weapons
guns dont kill, my fist do teh wreaken
so u betta start respectin
im the inspector, n im here to inspect
my flows squash fake mcs like little insects
or arachnids
ur the gay rapper, like michael u attrack kids
eat mcs like ladybugs do aphids
leave u faceless wit skin removin erasers
duck n cover im on a rocket launcher rampage
so battle, but its gunna be slaughter by +blaze+ +illmatic+ n gauge
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JDNTGIVEAFCK
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 02:33 pm
This flamer rapghost boasts like hes the s*it
In reality he's just a piece of it...
Quit acting like you're the man we all know u gotta clit
I still dont know why you're posting.. why you're here..
I fuking killed your ass in a battle why don't you dissapear
I guess u like the way my lyrics just put it in your rear
u must like my style, u stick around cause u wanna learn to freestyle
but you'll always suck, so pickup the phone and dial
9 to the fuking 11 to save your self for the embarassment
bitch think ur superman just a clark kent
so i dont need the kryptonite, goofy bastard kill yourself tonight

why I waste my time on rapghost89,
because someones gotta put him in his place
smack a dick in his face, a fukin embarrassment to the human race
on this forum stop posting just a waste of space
just observe, read everybody elses word
then one day you might not sound absurd


sorry you had to hear it dawg, nobodys feeling you and you need to just do something else instead of freestylin... find a girlfriend virgin.. peace
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IlLMaTicNa5Ty38
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 05:21 pm
batte me
This is a challenge for sum1 who think they down, Any mother fucka ready to frown, I aint no king but i wear da crown, I spit it quick like a clip on auto, I got my homies like i won da lotto, I sip my bottle and laugh at ur gay ass rhyme, At least take ur time and make some sense, hit me up if u wanna get broke like 50 cent, i would make him look like Fat Joe bent, im dissin on any1 ready to fuk wit a G, ill make these internet thugz look like bottleg new york lugs, i take blocks like i kill cops, fuk wit me lurn why i spit so fresh, i gang bang wit homies til death, but my bars i drop are illa than best, hit me up if u wanna be embarassed, any 1 who dares i got wat it takes to make g unit look like care bears, ya i kno it aint fare i am ill nasty sign me shyn, i glow like a glow worm all da time, im not fake jus cuz i write rhymes, i aint lookin to get rich off a paper book, im given u the look that says im on parole, slow ya role and role play wat would happen, some one that battles the Lil Game gunn aget clappin'. i get th eclub clappin and wen suttin happen my colors ar ethe reason, son itz the season to weave my rounds, i smoke pounds not ounces so battle back liek a cat prounces, u cant do it if ur a bitch made hustla, u all jus bustas who cant keep up wit a real mutha fucka 1
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spittinthalick
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 06:29 pm
round 2 mutha fucka
Faded and Determined?...wit rhymes like that u seem determined to fade
Think u a playa in this game but u just gettin played
Do us all a favor and quit tryna freestyle
Ur flo aint sick son get tha **** outta denile
The sooner u do tha better for the rest of us
Nobody wanna hear ur weak ass rhymes dawg keep testin us
Only reason ur on top is cuz nobody else stepped it
Now that new talent on tha post ur flo puts ppl to sleep like they narcoleptic
I can tell u put ur heart into ur raps but u shoulda kept it
Now ima hafta disrespect it..how about ya welfare did u collect it?
Son you jus dont get it my rhymes is so tight
Almost as tight as that pussy i fucked last night
It was a tight squeeze i aint gon lie yall is fake ass g's that deserve to die
But yo i gotta go ..ya girl she wants ma dick again
Dont even botha ta holla back jus go **** Jerry...aight Ben?
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gauge
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 07:08 pm
Im that sum1 to challenge you cause i think im down
ill smack u cause that aint gold but a burgerking crown
give u paper cuts then stds from hermapherdidic sluts
burn both ur nuts wit lit cigarette butts
i need to make more sense?
yeah cause u make more sense then george bush for president
have ur +homies+ clap u like a breech of trust with fraudulent intent
u can try to battle but ur rhyme aint even 50 percent
of mine but nows the time
ur at the end of ur line
leave u petrifyied, denied n refried,
set u aside cause u better be ready for a continental divide
n the crush of ur pride, fasen ur seatbelts n prepare for the ride
cause ur now a bona fide worldwide war bride
of a freestyle firefight
now its a brutal burial site
with all ur family in my line of sight
with an automatic clip pistol
n bullets tipped wit crystal
that rips arpart ur body like a point blank froma autoshotty
or a 12 gauge, whos gauge? my guage, im guage
with blood thirsty rage
ill put u to sleep forever so please step off stage
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gunsniperz
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 07:45 pm
It's too bad words ain't fists
These recent lyrics would break all your wrists
Too many of you guys i'm happy that ur gone
Should I pretend to be a gangster or water the lawn
You made a smart choice cuz these guys are good
Don't pretend that you're part of this hood
Cuz it's so easy to tell ur not, understood
It's not like the little engine that could
BB guys I gotta dash
But when I can I'll be back in a flash.

Ugggh my lyrics get worse every time. GJ guys.
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notta cent tobe lent
 
  1  
Reply Mon 30 May, 2005 11:11 pm
Alright YTZ im back.

I'm going for the record now, seeing how Bad i can Waste you,
last time we battle.. it was like bitch slapping a kid in preschool.
You think you can spit YTZ but the fact still remains,
your flow is weak..like a retarded kids brain.
Should i kill you slow.. or as fast as I want to,
or maybe give u chance.. doesn't matter.. I'll still beat you.
I spit my rymes fast, but for you i'll spit them slower,
this battles just begun, but inside you know it's over.
I own you, your mom, dad and girlfriend.
I aint used to this, battling HIPNOTICS boyfriend.
I neva pay rent.. so you better think ytz,
you gonna bother to try.. or just accept defeat.
F*ck a gun Hipnotic.. i'll use my boot,
i'll keep kickin at you..till you beg me to let you loose.
30 seconds was over before you though of a couple rymes,
now you tellin me to pay rent.. when you cant even afford a couple dimes?
Ytz likes to spit paragraphs, HipnotiC spits 32,
i hit with one ryme.. but my lyrics affect you.
Its kinda hard to believe you'd put me in my place,
you couldn't win this battle if you ran with two legs in a one legged foot race.
Now I'll let you try to spit,
or you can give up, cause bothering aint worth it.
Just like a ghost.. i can kill you.. when ever i want,
but I think i'll stick around, cause you're the bitch i'm gonna haunt!
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notta cent tobe lent
 
  1  
Reply Tue 31 May, 2005 12:25 am
Yo here it goes


Hipnotic + YTZ..add them togeather and what do you get?
just 2 white boy's.. running their mouth with no end to it.
Ima just ignore the last comment that gunsniperz said,
he just talkin trash but he aint no threat.
I'm going into attack mode, just like an old lady with a broom,
battlings a hobbie, like you whiping boys with a towel, in lockerrooms.
I know you like the way last bar sounded,
cuz you strait up gay.. you got YTZ grounded.
Stop tappin that ass bitch you gonna get ainds,
hes been up and down your block longer then the poineers did trades.
Call me god with my wordplay and medaphores,
or master for claiming ur style and playin betta whores.
Hipnotic, I know you'll probably challenge me, after you see my lines,
no sweat, your probably sweating literally, just reading my rymes.
Now its time to finnish this off,
are you gonna accept my challenge or just back the f*ck off?
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