Tic Tac Nic
 
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Reply Tue 15 Mar, 2011 06:22 pm
@Illustraight,
@Illustraight,
I agree with you, the government knows all this ****, but they won't tell us because they know we would all go in panic. They probably fuckin' know if there's a big ass astroid comin' at us right now. Probably know what's gonna happen in 2012 (if it does), they just won't tell us...

Nice song by the way!
Prashant Shady II
 
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Reply Wed 16 Mar, 2011 04:05 am
A retard, sick and smart
Dick slick and hard
Throw ya off guard
Slow the momentum with a shard
of broken glass stickin out ya heart
Lyrical class, clinical mass
of evil stars fillin mystical jars
Whip ‘em open n stick ‘em fast
Blast ya class, slower the better
Call me Shredder, shred ya like cheddar
A go-getter, get ya hoe outta ya life ‘fore ya let her


Evil lyrics, sequeled with limericks
3 dicks and ya squealin with lyrical kicks
Chillin sweet, jokin with backstabbin pricks
Fillin a beat, rollin with rappin Cripps
Bloods, cold-blooded, we slappin drips
Nip the buds, we placin chips
Jason’s crew, we masked like hicks
Your face son, we blast to bits
Slashed like clits, y’all clash like Brits
with Irish whips, all the static lettin it slip
Y’all slit wrist dicks facin automatic clips…


Blastin wits, we rollin slow
Spittin flows with whippin blows
Rippin screws out emcee’s doors
Flippin crews like skippin chores
Changin flow
Aint a typo, just swiped a hoe
Cry sore ‘fore ya start to cry gore
This lyrical furnace, spiritual lyrics
Miracle rhymes keep sprinkle-in bricks
Winkin chicks, we grab em all
Rappin tall while mapping malls
Slappin fakes like phony calls
Grapplin snakes ‘fore they start to crawl
Mess with us, ya rest in dust
Rust breakin through ya rusty crust
Spittin a verse, ya turn to dust
Rappin lust, I’m speakin truth
Beef ? we must, get squeakin in the booth…
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Illustraight
 
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Reply Wed 16 Mar, 2011 06:15 pm
@ Tic Tac Nic,
Why, thank you, Mr. Tic. Your positive comments are much appreciated.
joker AKA gangster
 
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Reply Thu 17 Mar, 2011 10:54 am
@Illustraight,
c'mon people start a battle
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flyboy1
 
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Reply Thu 17 Mar, 2011 12:18 pm
@ Tic Tac Nic,
im closing the casket on you...

this is the end, im putting a nail in your damn casket
laighin, smokin weed while my gun blastin
bitch nigga, you should know my name
i bet you would get the picture if i broke yo frame
but listen, im alwas on the block knocking the crack off
i treat you like a dropped cell phone, and knok your back off
plus i keep alot of guns, but im wildin wih the tech
and if you like to drink, then ill shoot you in your neck
demanding my reaspect, one city to the next
ill give you heart burn the way the hallows hit your chest.

its over for you....goodbye, and good try

Tic Tac Nic
 
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Reply Thu 17 Mar, 2011 01:46 pm
@flyboy1,
flyboy1,
Hahahahaha! It's over for me, huh? Do you think a guy at your rap level can put a end to me? Let's get jumpin' buddy boiiiiiiiiiii.

What the **** is a casket? Bitch know your own words
Flyboy can't higher then his name, thinkin he can fly with the birds
You slippin' like a snake, every rap you throw at me, they get worse
You say the same **** in every rap you say in your first verse
"This is the end" blah blah blah, No one can end my rap game
I am the rap animal that no one can tame
Call me Mr.Tic like Illustraight illustraighted me, okay fly?
I'll be spitten on your grave as your rap lyrics flies by
I'm stiff as a bonor, but more flexable then Laffy Taffy
You gettin' chewed like food as you read my lyrics happy
Analogy: Tic Tac Nic : flyboy1 as Rap Battler : Rap Choker
I'm gonna slice cards through his ass, get a Royal Flush and flush him down through this game of poker
You have time online but if you rap battled in real life you wouldn't have the chance
'Cause when I spit flames on this thread everybody feels my rhythm and they all just dance.

Lmao
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lumiluas
 
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Reply Thu 17 Mar, 2011 09:07 pm
ima unleash the cracken with a clash of lighting this bitch up top so scared i can see his vagina tightening....i was spewed from the heavens to spill ur blood reek havick and cause flash floods but realy if u want to go to war bitch be warned im spitting some violent metaphors...cuttn u bitches up into peaces one by one ill make all u motha fuckers look down the barrel of my ******* gun..... o **** i think that verse just hit a ******* home run this bitch up top like sheww hese finally done......... o yea and bitch u just ben tamed consider urself put to shame why dont u just give up while ur ahead u no u cant hack it rappin is no place for a fuckin faggot
Illustraight
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2011 04:05 am
@lumiluas,
I’m a “fuckin’ faggot”? My, you’ve got a fuckin’ habit
Just a shot of this will have you crawlin’ like a maggot
Hoppin’ like a rabbit – run up on you, stab your back
‘Til you collapse to the floor, then I run off with your jacket (HEY!)
Who the **** are YOU to tell me I can’t hack it?
You pompous son-of-a-bitch, goddamn bastard!
Trust me, I’m not the sort of pro you wanna mash with
Norman Bates will leave you lots of holes in your pyjamas
I’ve grown fully accustomed to the streets and they know this
Peep and take notice, I got more heat than flame-throwers
Supa cali fragi listic expiali docious
You just mad this man can spit some extra dandy dope ****
Who’s the man so bad and slick and gets these fags to blow dick?
Illustraight comin’ with the sickest rap, ferocious!
So go ahead, “unleash the cracken”
I’ll beat your “crackens” so hard they’ll be leavin’ with peels and scabs
You’re also spittin’ some “violent metaphors”
They do say the pen is mightier than the sword
So I guess then, if that’s the lesson
I’ll joust you with the biro and behead you with this last sentence
theprofessor
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2011 09:58 pm
@Illustraight,
kill logic , ill product , still got it , booze it , screw it , mf loose it , if the shoe fits get to stepping , get the weapon , get to getting bloodletting shedding the 5-0 , acid stomach bile , blast it missile silo , vile , whyl out ,turn the crowd to smile mouths , when i bring this style out , smile shout an wave when im on stage , climb on page , step out this book of rhyme an find a way to shine in the dark, the suns hiding from his heart ,the moon cant spark inspiration at night , once so bright this cold life go like , born in the abyss no light , tell me spaceman what would u give foresight what would u give for some insight , bin like , win mic battles , might battle , might fight grab rappers vocabulary's an play scrabble , don't bring a cyph to a blade battle , bring the fight to the stage battle for the people , for if you think your lethal , kenevel the illegal , The Dope Inside the Placebo
Illustraight
 
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Reply Sun 20 Mar, 2011 08:05 am
@theprofessor,
Illus or Autistik
My hits are just simplistic
That gets you all ballistic, like a chick over her lipstick
Or make-up, or her £30 high-heels from Wallis
I think she’s burnt a hole right underneath her sports kit
Yeah, I’m the ill product, I’m “Ill Na Na”
Now +Foxy Brown+ is deaf ‘cause I just stole her hearin’ from her
The bitch has got ear blockage, it’s real nonsense
This is the kind of hip-hop **** that kills logic
As correctly put from the prof himself - they say talkin’ helps
Well, can my microphone skills stop this hell?
**** a microphone, I need to use a megaphone
Put it on high volume, speak through it like a telephone
Or perhaps I need to heat the system up?
The frequency is pickin’ up, the beat is kickin’ up
I can think of so much heat to kick at them
But it’s fallen on deaf ears; methinks they’re not really listenin’
So it’s up to me to do somethin’ about it
Hmmmm, this is a problem – now how can I go around this?
Come on, Ills, get your thinkin’ cap on
Take your fitted cap off, and think of a way to finish this rap song
Okay, look, I’m-a thinkin’ – and my head hurts!
You need to find a way to make these rappers’ necks turn
After all, you’re Illustraight
So illustrate a picture
Be a creative thinker, persuasive spitter, a gracious figure
Ostentatious game kicker
Look, just come the hell out of that damn basement, will ya?
Do somethin’ – grab a mic and blaze a bitch up
Baste their face with ketchup, spray ‘em with mace or sprinklers
Don’t be afraid to step up, step up to the plate and get up
It’s a baseball game, so pitch up
Don’t be intimidated, buddy – they ain’t gon’ hit ya
Have your bat in place and hit the,
.... ball – and let it fly
Scramble fast to the last base and kick the – cone, son!
Congratulations, you made a home run!
charliesforce
 
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Reply Sun 20 Mar, 2011 02:46 pm
Bridge:
Ive drunk so much i cant See-a
And the Big motherfucking Buddha Cheesa
Spot a Little diva called Lisa
So i run up on her like im a cheeter
Somebody better get me a pizza
Paracete-A-mol
Coz tomoro morning gonna have a fever
"Go home" No buddy i dont need ta
AHHHHHHHHH



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theprofessor
 
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2011 12:28 pm
@Illustraight,
autistic ,dipstick it, showed in ur autopsy ,fine ima rip **** quick wit , mine my mind audacious .. audience is cheering for heavensakes grace us.. with audio,
play gippetto body a foe ,ya'll parasite body a host, toe tag n body bag ya poltergeist, probally body a ghost , what kinda mind state u possess,a coma patients? this kinda rhyme make you apes develop a spine an stand for what you profess ,
whats he fishing 4 , only fucks with himself he's master'd baiting
ive mastered blatent, master of ceremony blast the ancient ,
master of the last word , master mass massacre ,
no need to masquerade pass the blade ,
cut it ,
said the soul of rocky an cassius clay ,
**** it ,
said the soldiers souls that past away ,

so i just gotta know WHAT BITCH ?u nut lick , i butt kick, u suck dick ,im gippetto u puppet ,
i got ya mom going ugh ugh ugh DICK

n ur going **** , **** , **** ... **** **** .... awh **** IT !

mc Mdizzle
 
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2011 12:34 pm
yo all your rymes are crap you cant even keep a beat
Mdizzle in the house so take a seat
people be like **** the world but im like **** the ressesion
i can deal with the people but more money would be a blessin
i fucken tear **** up like backwards buyers i hold deranged clips u think a person would fire man all u kats are liars you guys wouldnt hold up metal if i gave u retractin plyers i hit bitches like u like enter on the keyboard and blow spots up like 400 pounds of c-4 (BOOM) u guys talk ur **** behind my back man that type of **** will get ya capped in the ass, man this my **** this is my **** niggas representin L to the C ya thats my town i dont **** around dawg come around here ill tear ya down,i aint clownin dawgs im acheivin my dreams i bring it to the table burn,fried,and sizzle
theprofessor
 
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2011 01:50 pm
@mc Mdizzle,
MD MDIZZLE SUCK MY DICK BITCH !!!

u should be thankful we'd let you !!

ahahaha what you got ? nothing ....
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charliesforce
 
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2011 02:14 pm
This place we live in
A paper mission is the state of thinking
Hatreds swimming based on race or the way your living
The stainless round your waist will cage you in the gates of prison
Maybe even laid-Good riddens
No saving grace
Wastes keep on degrading woman
You can lick a sket but then hate on brain their giving
Maybe coz the haze your piffing is laced with cocaine or even....
Your opinions are given from the brain of a pidgeon

And to be honest yh i hate this life
Ive paid the price of being raised with a bad state of mind
I hate the guys who never wanted to know me
Now they see me pass their like "there goes that good mate of mine"
Dont waste my time

Ill kill em on the riddim with the syllable flow
Never been a really good rapper
But anybody wanna be better than me Better be ready coz i will catch ya'







Illustraight
 
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2011 04:21 pm
@theprofessor,
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, **** - I’m m-m-m-m-mutterin’
Like Muttley when he’s ch-ch-ch-chucklin’ like (*Muttley laugh*)
I’m Dick Dastardly in my Flying Machine
Which clunks like Klunk when he goes (*BREEEEET, DING, BYE! SCHA-WING!*)
I’m “Flyin’ Without Wings”, but Westlife is in the way
Take a machete to their heads and chop off half of their face!
No more pop music
In fact, no NOTHING!!!!! Somebody put a stop to it!
(MUTTLEY, DO SOMETHING!!!!!) Drop ‘em, quick!
Before they contaminate the whole industry
I bet that bird is responsible! STOP THAT PIGEON, ZILLY!
(I can’t, I’m too stiff to lift a finger out!
So I’m just gonna stand here with a middle finger in my mouth!)
Start your engines! STOP THE PIGEON!
Hand me my rifle, dammit; lower it just a smidgen!
{*phone rings*} Wait a minute, men – the telephone is ringin’!
Let me pick it up {*picks up receiver*} Who the hell is this?!
(HADLHDLEHDHEDKE!) Oh, ****! Hi, General!
(HSSEGDHEHDGEHEH!) Yes, sir, we have that pigeon at eye-level!
He’s in our sights, General! Yes, sir – don’t you worry
We’ll have that Yankee Doodle Pigeon down in a hurry
pest
 
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Reply Tue 22 Mar, 2011 05:13 pm
@Odd Socks,
what was that.. i didnt really get you there i jus heard you heavy breathin choking on ur neck fat
listen ur rhymes are all jus to whack
talking about ur pack biting..pfft the only thing u wud be doing is licking my ass
ur rhymes are to soft to rotten..
bitch ur **** jus outdated
im top knoch top rated..
so for you ur freestyle corrior is over jus say its done and dusted
u jus sum fake ass bitch.. now go home and cry to ur bitch ass mammy.

(u **** wiv me u ******* with the pimp.. whaaat !? )


Illustraight
 
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Reply Tue 22 Mar, 2011 05:58 pm
[Chinese]
吹我了,如果你不喜欢我的歌
我病了,直,你可以马上他妈的
Chuī wǒ le, rúguǒ nǐ bù xǐhuan wǒ de gē
Wǒ bìng le, zhí, nǐ kěyǐ mǎshàng tā mā de

[Translation]
So you can blow me off if you don’t love, my songs
‘Cause I am ill and straight so you can ****, right off

[Verse 1]
I’m the sickest rapper to hold a pen to a pad
I can write about men, but won’t mention my Dad
Somebody told me once that my handwriting was bad
So I took a biro pen and shoved it right in his ass
I’m brighter than a streetlight on the darkest avenue
Goin’ at rappers with the harshest attitudes
And the sparsest rappin’ tools
I take a kitchen knife and make the sharpest stab at you
‘Til I harm and damage you, and leave you with a lot of scabs and wounds
deep in the skin, I’m lethal with pens
More lethal than a sea shark stickin’ his teeth in a fish
This emcee’s lost for words – where did he just begin?
Lettin’ the flow go to waste; I just peed in the bin!
Look, I can’t make heads or tails out of things
But I know how to rap and I know full well how to sing
These Brit Asians these days just don’t know how to think
I used a +Juggy+ to pour +Jay Sean+ down the sink!

[Hook]
So you can blow me off if you don’t love, my songs
‘Cause I am ill and straight so you can ****, right off
In fact, I don’t really care if you don’t love, my songs
You know full well what you can do; just suck, my balls

[Verse 2]
Forget a second verse, I spit the weapon first
‘Cause my range covers more areas than a chequered shirt
A gentleman with a good personality
Stuck in virtual reality with money to burn – like, a third of my salary
And that didn’t make sense, if I told you how my day went
You probably wouldn’t care; well, okay then
I guess I’m a lone ranger, it’s me against the world
This is a gender clash – this emcee against the girls
I’ve had enough, I got raps to bust, this is acid stuff
Rancid and rough, active and tough
These vocal stacks I’m rackin’ them up
Like Jenga, stack them like rumps on a camel with humps
Until they collapse on the rug
This is the sickest, most filthiest shat that I’ve dug
out of the mud, and it stinks to high heaven – crap and a turd!
And THAT is absurd - ain’t this the illest rap that you’ve heard?
I’ve just served the second course – please come back for dessert

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Last week, I got my ass attacked by three [*Somalis*]
I could’ve sworn one of them looked like Muhammad Ali
The way he threw that punch at me would startle a pigeon
I wanted to hit him, but I didn’t have the heart to suppress him
The other guy tried to pull him back
But he kept holdin’ onto my high-vis jacket, he was full of rag
I took a jab which almost split the nasal spine
Escaped with a bruise on my nose, I felt the pain inside
Spittles of blood all over the pave
Even the Polish witness asked me if I was okay
Jeez, that was some tough luck; I just got fucked up
Stumbled to the car and said, “Mum, I just got punched!”
Went to the cop shop to file an assault report
I’ve never suffered any attack of this sort before
If I could turn back time, I’d re-arrange that guy’s face
‘Til both of his eyes were blue, like a page on myspace

[Hook]
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Tic Tac Nic
 
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Reply Wed 23 Mar, 2011 01:35 pm
Daaaamn, people be takin' too long to reply...I'm bout to quit this battle between me and flyboy1 if he doesnt reply
Illustraight
 
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Reply Wed 23 Mar, 2011 03:20 pm
@ Tic Tac Nic,
Forget flyboy1, battle someone else instead; if they take long to reply, that's their problem, even if you are waiting for them to do so.
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