somebody told me how ya like ta take transzestites home n occasionly wear thongs
ya im talkin bout u 50
battle against scraps n ill show ya gritty
cuz i no u no scraps no good u say he no good cuz he was raised by tha hood
u shouldnt have opened ur mouth when i called u out
now u got the fear of battlin scraps in a bout
ur turn bitch
Scraps
First of all i don't like to battle handicaps
but since you insist
we gonna battle like this
Take your story and take your fronten
somewhere you might actually get recognized for stuntin
So you make my bitch smile
that's ok
just keep in mind
that it's your bitch i'm f.uckin
your rap sounds like Ercle
nerdy and weazy
coming across all sleazy
Also blow up dolls don't count
so that means you got nothing on your tally
im a throw these words at you like a rally
side to slide around the corner
and only lead you to confusion
and that's were i am going to leave you
pimp you like the bitch you are
make you a little corner star
So you the illest eh?
i will remove you like a sist
cut you out and thrown away
not to bother me another day
Get the idea
of what im trying to portray
Im here to slay
and your only in my way
so you had beta move
or you'll be laid down in groove
in tha earth
only to be covered with turf
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moev ur raps is out dated n they no good
so quit tryin ta act like u got em from tha hood
rippin ur material off from ll cool j
ill come to ya house n spray wit an a.k.
u think u gangsta but u not
u just a wannabe visitin tha hood to try n get shot
tryin ta get a scar ta show to ya private school hommies
come to this site to pick a fight cuz u lonely
boy u dont want none of scraps cuz he'll give u no slack
it doesnt matta thatchyu retarded
cuz i answered ur call
n u made tha mistake of answerin back
ask nebody n they'll tell ya scraps is crazy cuz he sell crack
n he roll wit a gat
so u little poser wannabe
dont **** wit me
cuz when u got tha mind of a lunatic u tend to be crazy
comin up in tha ghetto i was taught to neva back down
my own moms taught me ta hold tha mac down
16 shots squeeze till there aint none left
when u se me wit my gun smokin u can smell death
u'll hear a lot of talk in tha street bout me
true niggaz no there aint nothin sweet bout me
nething that happens in tha streets should stay in tha streets
so keep my deeds on tha low
if moev was a real nigga he'd already no
scraps walk in tha hood wit no care
moev's granmomma's prayers is tha only reason he here
moev like to cry in tha dark scraps startin to question his heart
get some real rhymes nigga
who wanna battle a 14 year boy
thats right 50 u just a boy
except when it turn dark then ur your daddy's sex toy
u talk like a man now lets see u rap like 1
wanna battle me i'll jump ya in tha street
u can act like a man but u'll just get ur ass beat
n im not talkin bout tha way ur daddy beat ur ass
talk bout me in tha hood n i'll whoop ur ass
dressed in a richard nixon mask
u want it u gonna get it
ima treat u like a little bitch
i no ur secret that u really a snitch
ha u a snitch nigga u aint gonna pop nothin
gotta pay a nigga ta do it
so u can tell a cop somethin
haha bitch stick ta dodgeball
StReEt-hOmIcIdE-lYrIcS
Look, Im not stoppin till i'm flossin gold an Diamonds,
Owning my own Island U better call the fireman,
Cos its homicide gettin hotter an U no I do it propper,
Yeh I smoke a lotta skunk but I swear im not a shotta,
When they hear me on a riddim fellaz think my skin is black,
Cos they never heared a white boi on a mic as ill as dat, So I,
Kick back, relax sit an chat smokin blunts wiv my kats in our New Era Caps,
Cos we, Dont care infact we dont give a fcuk,
Battle homicide on a mic U best tap out or just give up,
Cos theres, no chance man, u aint gonna win,
u wanna bring it on then cum along then begin,
U will get left in a black wheely bin,
while im Starin down at U wiv a fat cheezy grin,
Pussyboi dont U ever clash me again,
Cos I swear down blad i'll have 2 mash U again,
i know yall wannabes is hearin me
i know yall fearin me
clearly, it aint hard to see
that im really from tha streets
do this is in my spare time
bitches listen, im a rare find
while yall sheddin tears ova rhymes
im stayin on the grind
yall do what yall do but i gotta get mines
and if yall wanna get mine
u get a whole fuccin number line
gota 2-2's, 3-8's, 4-5's, and 9's
so bring it to my residents
fucc my money, i let u meet all the dead presidents
Why don't you come up to my level? You below me
Why don't you just fuckin blow me
I see da wheels turnin in your brain
Spittin out re-run lyrics all the same
I look at you, your just a joke
I had you beat before you spoke
I'm up here with my toight toight body
Rejectin your rhymes like a quick witted hottie
You wanna swim with the big fish?
Your just a mutha fuckin guppy
Your words be droppin on the carpet like piss from a puppy
My synapses archin, my thoughts be sparkin, by the words I'm barkin
I'm just warmin, my mind be stormin, by the **** I'm formin
Time to drop it now, I'll show ya how
Take a bow, it's your exit now
Cause I just took the stage
To flood it with rage
Spittin my **** to rattle your cage
What say now I pass the mic
What? Ahhhhhhhhh phsyche
Next time bring it what you got to spray
Cause against me its never your day
that was gd tantric...
i like that 1....
lol
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////////////////////If yah Droppin Unconscious WrittenS // I won't Stop Kickin yah Ribs in till yah legs Stop TwitchinÂ… I'm Not Kiddin' //Knock yah Unconscious Drippin but leave yah Heart Tickin // if It Isn't Already MissiN // Yah Talkin alotta ****'n it's //Twisted so Many Listen // I'll make a Stand and Fight // COS YOUR GONNA DIE 2NIGHT //The Blackest Nights can't Slack the Lights that Warm Me // I keep it hot when Minus Forty Skies get Stormy //I'm Tryin to Warn These people they're Spreadin Evil // DJ's scratchin records with dirty Infected Needles //Contaminated cuisine just Less than Leathal // Got me searchin for water holes high like Desert Eagles //I ain't trying to get famous // aka a man that's nameless //I'm just trying to make sum drastic changes //To the past I'll take thisÂ… Make it last for ages //The real story is that youre upset cuz I proved youre incompetent //Your that dude at the bar tryin to pick up chicks saying you did a commercial for Gillete //But they all know that you're, "THE BEST A MAN CAN GET"//And couldn't get them wet even if you chained them to a treadmill to make them sweat//
Fee Fi Foe Fum
Bring all the fairy tales in to this one
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of what?!
Oh thats right... virginity for your girl cause I nailed yo slut
Nic nac paddy wac I gave your mom a bone
Everytime your CD skipped you could hear her moan
Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Scrap's giving chase with his needle dick
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Spent the whole night humpity pumping yo ass again
Old Motha Hubbard went to the cubbard to fetch poor Rover a bone
When She bent over Rover drove her for He had a bone of His own
Your eyes glaze over like the Three Blind Mice
Spittin at me like your Obi Trice
NO DICE
Even... when I play nice
I'll make a fairy tale flow like a sonnet
Shakespeare had to con it
SUPER SONIC
I'm on it
So step it up step it up step it up right now
All you do is curtsey, watch me take a bow
Thought I would break things up a bit...
LOL
Interesting forum guys keep em comin
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i like rappin cus im veri keen //
its called STUDYING sure u no wot dat means//
innovation means new idea and innocuous means not veri harmful//
impersonate means u wanna b like som 1 cus im charmful//
infuriate means angry which u make me veri//
its an anouncment for som 1s def its called da obituary//
pures skill aimed at my brain?//
my iQ is to big it will bounce bak and ruin ur name/
u dont wanna mingle wid these red hot flames//
my chain//
is worth mor da ur life//
ive sed it once do i afta say it twice//
ur lite is dying//
and mine brites up da skie//
we no u got ur wurdz from college dont tell a lie//
but dis here is straight from da streets//
and ur a wannabie//
not a g like me//
Today I will begin to stress ur cranium
3rd Feb my parents got a gift wich God "gave -to-them"
Dat was me so mimicking my flow wont make u a G
It just means peeps know ur not as good as me
And dat I inspire u an u cant lie bout dat
Coz I can tell u dont understand half da words u just spat
Cant u tell time? ur destruction aint until 6
So y da hell did u post dat shitty spit?
Im gonna render pure skill which is aimed at ur brain
So dat at da end of dis battle u stay true to ur name
Im ready to verse and get u shook like change in ur mums purse
Then converse wid pure "dexterity" which will leav u in a hurse
So before I disperse take heed to this instruction
If u wanna survive stay away from me da main attraction
Keep reading da dictionary if u want a vocabulary as big as mine
Because my name is "astuteness" defined
i hate wannabe thugs
for each 1 of u i got a half a clip of slugs
u say scraps in front of tantric
n u'll see tha fake nigga start to panic
sound like he steelin raps from britney spears
mention a nursery rhyme in front of this nigga n he turn to tears
they come from his daddy touchin his unmentionables
boy u **** wit scraps n he'll turn u into a fable
havin ppl whisperin **** u hear bout wat scraps dun dun
he had them niggaz street n tantric eaten his gun
talk bout scraps n he have ya spittin hot sauce
n if i hear ya i'll break ya jaws
boy wats tha consequences for extortion
niggaz u dead men walkin
man scraps a bad guy tha fingaz is pointin
why cuz streets got a jealous ear
n tantrics got a jealous eye
man scraps a soldier
n when i lyrically kill ya dont say i dun told ya
tantri n street r nothin but a puppet
u could have lebron james shove his whole hand up it
u betta recognize nigga im straight from tha street
n these little nieve "thugs" is lookin like somethin ta eat
Let me paint a picture for yah Scarp's...
I'm in your Mom's bed, She's a dominatrix
You and your boy Ted, Jerkin off to Matrix
hmmm your thinkin Neo, hope he's a Leo
With you and Ted it would make the perfect trio
Cause your cock hungry horoscope said the sex would be unreal
Yet I'm in yo Mom's eyes
She's seeing stary skies
I'm lickin on her thighs
While yo Dads sayin his good byes
Realize!!...
No thug reps gonna take my crown
Silk like style gonna lay it down
You just a boy from a small town
To you the Hood is just a noun
Forget your 9's you don't even have a gun
Forget your rhymes dont even have a pun
As a Matter-O-Fact forget you I'm done
As a Matter-O-Fact this battle was just won
To the victor go the spoils, I will treat yo Mom well
Yet you and your pops, Can both go to hell
Are you all for real though?
Just a bunch of thugs and Gangsters out there? haha
cmon those are the easy rhymes.
Dare to be original.
lol
ya came, ya saw, yet homicide conquered, the rap was absurd,
Dropped 2 lines and left you murderd, u feelin like turd
More amunition to throw at ya from doctors orders,
Ya lyrics are criminal to the game like money launders,
Cos dis aint a casino dis aint a game of luck,
Ya aint messin wit a rookie ya messin wit a shiz nit ****,
You duck, messed up like muck and u dribblin like muts,
Get away we all know u'd like to get ur tongue on our nuts,
Kid over her be thinkin he 2pac but i easliy make ur rhymes cease,
But after dis battle u will be like 2pac, u'll be restin in peace,
It was written dis would happen it was written in the Prophecies,
homicide would be where it ended for all da fake MC's
I see u referenced to streets in a line,wat u thinkin
Like another fake MC ya either Remixin lyrics or straight up jackin,
Ya dressin a FANCY disguise but i jus saw straight through ya,
For you dis DRESS PARTY's over I just straight up exposed ya
street u already said that ****
i dun heard that before
man i found out ur secret that u buy ur raps at a p. diddy store
rippin off puff
dude i can keep goin unless u had enough
oh street let me paint a picture for ya
damn i dun run out of colors except for red
nigga **** wit scraps n u'll end up dead
cuz im a killa
spilla
whole lot of rhymes on ya n crush u under my genius
me n my crew in tha hood ya dun seen us
feel tha wrath of scraps
cuz he set traps
n u stupid enough to fall for 1
dude wat u talkin bout man i dun fucked wit ur mom enough to call u son
heres a ball n a baseball bat now go beat urself tp death cuz u just got lyrically murda'd
Firstly the only G u are is a straight up Gay, u and ur crew
Im not a homophobic so I aint scared of any of u,
Ur rite my flame is timid bt my heart gets colder as my flow grows
My poetry melts da hearts of gyals, but my lyrics leave u froze
The way I am "drunk" wid skill makes other mcs "sick" of me
Chains worth more dan me? Blad ur a straight pinnochio mc
U aint no light, ur just an example of wat will happen
If mc like u start "chattin" lyrics dat ur "cattin"
"Infact-in" this instance ur destruction i am "mappin"
Dis line is da set up for my lyrical gat to start "cappin"
So once again I have "proven" my lyrical "acumen"
And dats wat I be "usin" "causin" u to walk away wid a mental "buisin"
Dont try get "fresh" coz u cant get rid of all da "grime"
I drench u wid "everytime" i begin to "rhyme"
So that is da "line" I will beat u wid at dis present "time"
Like Mase sed "Breathe, stretch, shake an let it go"
No matter wat u say I got da grimiest flow.
My spits tumble out my mouth so. "Dry ur eyes mate"
U got a date wid death an e dont like it wen ur late.
So take ur time in readin dis line
Coz we no u aint dat gud at writin ur own rhymes.
When u compare my spits to his lyric.
Mine are unique and his is a straight mimic.
Im a doctor as I got a degree in battlin any mc.
So u can call me doctor evil "mini me"
Wen I say mini me Im talkin in all areas.
I no ur slow mentally so try bare wid us.
Im sayin ur penis is nt dat very large.
Dats not a nice site so keep it "private" "Searge"
U can deny all u want but I am da one who shows u how to battle.
So spit wat **** u ave. Evry1 get ready for dis bredas jaws to rattle.
Rattle of **** wich e try pass off as his.
Dat is just takin da piss.
So go back to da site or ur friend whichevers ur supplier.
And say "dont put those lyrics out to hire"
I no u got time on ur hands u broke bitch-ass
So I no u wil reply quite quick as
This is da only pleasure u get whilst at home
Dis is da only way u can educate ur dome
When I say dome Im speakin bout ur brain
Coz I no thinkin bout my lyrics is causin u pain.
So refrain from thinkin, dont worry i wil translate
Dis is only a preview of what will be ur fate.
man scraps spit fire
i told u to quit actin hood u lil liar
u aint ever set foot in tha ghetto
dude nobody wants the lyrics u tryin ta pedal
they dont even desirve to be called rhymes
its jus u talkin neva stoppin like wind chimes
now im gonna give u a chance to step out this battle cuz i no u scared
man this only happens once when u battle scraps u get spared
now quit actin like u from tha hood
u prolly a cacasin wit a right wrist thats good
**** doesnt pass in tha slums it neva wood
ur raps is as fake as u
rippin off a site u found google n i new
but i still battled
cuz scraps got raps
for days n days
i told u once n ill tell u once more dont **** wit scraps cuz he aint shootin to graze
in a rap u gotta have some rhymes now go get some
n dont buy them cuz i no u wanna bitch
