how can i hate i didnt lose or win im cool i dont kno about ur boi but like i said im cool wit it
hit man you need to check ma otha rhymes and rate dem no body has looked at em yet i dont tink there on page 25 and 27 i think
quietStorm7 wrote:o gosh...... with this newbie stuff....im tired of it....
I never thought I would see the day when one of you hard core rappers would utter the expression "o gosh"
Verbal bullets flying everywhere and an "o gosh" emerges like a butterfly in the midst of the maelstrom.
We have entered an age of the kinder, gentler rap artist.
littlek wrote:gustavratzenhofer wrote:quietStorm7 wrote:o gosh...... with this newbie stuff....im tired of it....
I never thought I would see the day when one of you hard core rappers would utter the expression "o gosh"
Verbal bullets flying everywhere and an "o gosh" emerges like a butterfly in the midst of the maelstrom.
We have entered an age of the kinder, gentler rap artist.
Snort!
haha...i ddint know i was hardcore, but if u wanna think that den coo.... im so gangta...... it dont meatter i say...im still hard
Grammar Rules for the Unenlightened
Or: How to Write Good
* Don't use no double negatives.
* Don't never use no triple negatives.
* No sentence fragments
Corollary: Complete sentences: important.
* Stamp out and eliminate redundancy.
* Avoid cliches like the plague.
* All generalizations are bad.
Corollary: All statements must be specific.
* Never listen to advice.
* Take care that your verb and subject is in agreement.
* A preposition is a bad thing to end a sentence with.
* Anarchy should be the law.
Corollary: I will establish democracy by dictatorial decree.
* Everyone should be a non-conformist.
* People who insult others are jerks.
* Always be sincere, even if you don't mean it.
* Death to intolerance.
* Down with categorical imperatives.
* Avoid those run-on sentences that just go on, and on, and on, they never stop, they just keep rambling, and you really wish the person would just shut up, but no, they just keep going, they're worse than the Energizer Bunny, they babble incessantly, and these sentences, they just never stop, they go on forever...if you get my drift...
* Nobody has a right to his opinion.
* Never contradict yourself always.
* Good people like I are never self-righteous.
* You should never use the second person.
* The passive voice should never be used.
* We Scorpios don't believe in astrology.
* When dangling, watch your participles.
* Why no, Ossifer, I'm not under the alcofluence of incohol.
* Never go off on tangents, which are lines that intersect a curve at only one point and were discovered by Euclid, who lived in the sixth century, which was an era dominated by the Goths, who lived in what we now know as Poland...
* Always do what is right, even if it's wrong.
* As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "I hate quotations."
* Excessive use of exclamation points can be disastrous!!!!!
* Remember to end each sentence with a period
* Don't use commas, which aren't necessary.
* Don't use question marks inappropriately?
* Don't be terse.
* Don't obfuscate your theses with extraneous verbiage.
* Never use that totally cool, radically groovy out-of-date slang.
* Stop calling me immature or I'll tell on you.
* Avoid tumbling off the cliff of triteness into the black abyss of overused metaphors.
* Keep your ear to the grindstone, your nose to the ground, take the bull by the horns of a dilemma, and stop mixing your metaphors.
* We will fight to the death for our pacifist aims.
* Avoid those abysmally horrible, outrageously repellent exaggerations.
* Avoid any awful anachronistic aggravating antediluvian alliterations.
* Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
rap is an art form far too intelligent for you to understand we do care about grammer punctuation and spelling but we choose to use them sparingly because rap is not conservative and boring it was made by rule breakers to break the rules that others made to opress them, it is expression for people who have no other way to say how they feel, poetry without boundries. So dont you dare try and lay down rules in a world with none. You are obviously a geek who is controlled by others, personally i make my own path u are a goon and you think you wrote the fuckin book
so much for the rap battle kids
i see no rhyme, i waste my time
thinking up lines to come back with
then i look on here and find this grammar ****.
who cares if i say what you say is wrong,
if you don't like it you don't gotta be here
go smoke a bong.
no time for rules.
they is made to be broken
like limbs or skulls
**** the rockpie has spoken.
These bastards is tryin' to hard to get my attention
I'm not honorable mention I am internal thought the stressin'
the overlooked thought you still ain't graspin'
y'all lackin' some real potential but I'm askin'
come n battle me set it up n we'll settle things
**** y'all lies n how you pack the metal thing
say what u wanna bring it my way let's finish it
my finishin' of the album comes when I'm livin' it
n the spot I claim comes wit so much stress
but I can handle ur mess handle all ur **** lets...
see who can come at me wit somethin' ill
otherwise y'all is nothin' chill...
manoozy new to this site.. so i drop sumin yeah.. some talent on here like this hybrid guy ya got good flow blood....
not aimed at anyone just a drop
MANOOZY yo checki it
I
Unleash trauma~on weak ear drums/
Resonate waves through brains like after hour sauna's/
Presidential suites~Momsy needs Bahama~reservations/
As a treat~cuz i realise her presence is the reason/
Why I'm breathin'~stay fly, ok at time~over-acievin'/
25 on the "time" table/
Proceed to multi-ply off-the-interest/
Stable capital~gather a simple "advance"/
Keep-it-Pimpin'~with a naija-swag in your stance/
Delete them thoughts of battling He/
What's the Bidness?!/
Cuz I'm thinking more O's than you/
Money folds get rounded-off~with a swift-ness/
Big Boi's on the move/
Stopped to brag about how gifted/
And blessed I've been~able to treck this wind/
Against my groove/
Far from a star~yet I sonar bandwits~way passed the moon/
Leave XM fre-quenc-ies~with no room to compete-with-ME/
Ah-chew!~need to grab my leather jack/
Sweater and Hat~with flows that back slap~below weather thats, winter-y/
African man~Manoozy is the chemistry
Of mic in hand~beats that jam and noble fans thats love hiphop
danger wot u sayin nigga... blood long time no see, this the new site u on now then.. how ya album...
wot u fink man i workin on second album blood u gona ft in it?? wen u next down blood... ????? holla back yeah or give us a chun ya ?
yo
hey does the proffesor still freestyle in here?...
ok I think Ive forgotten how this works... what are the rules?...still the same from the 1st one? battle the guy above you?...i didn't even know there was a 2nd one let alone 3rd huh!.
ok laters..
killah
Wackster will snap-ya, like hittin paparazzi if i was an angry actor||
ill dis-pature pain similar to being run over by a tractor||
while on a lyrical binge, i'll leave you 'shot-up' like a used syringe||
Exterminating critics with ill lyrics jokes and gimicks||
Sending snitches to genocide island, while in their crib snappin their womens Hymen||
I'll inspire and force you to unhonorably retire cause rhymin with me leaves your rhymes expired like a burnt-out fire||
MANOOZY blood... be hittin down next tuesday init... catch ya then blood ya still hittin out ILL ILL bars then blood... peace out d-d-d-danger -1-
yhyh man lol... !!rockafella!! signin get me...
... put in a name fo ya blood. i wanna battle i spat sum barz check um out anyone... then holla at me if ya think ya up for it... no matter wot level ya at ill respect ya yeah... safe just say wanna battle we can set rules aswell or just go straight up.. init.. -1- peace out wait for ya'll to reply
MAN-ooozy..
blazer
ok it time to make ground up, so now i got me spikes on benief me tryin to make round up tunes so i can run track like gabrial salasi//
i run that deep only attack beat, my freestyle put heat in carz blazing blazer on cd//
so break it down im gona take this round,im switch words with the quick verse, let me kick verb this gona chnage round the whole game//
so i gotta make the pen bleed to be on top of the game im blockin ya lane//
cr0
Blazer what the **** are you talkin about?//
The way you wrote that, its obvious your rhyming with a dick in your mouth//
Get the **** off the forum, cause your lyrics is borin//
i'll rip out your scummy spleen with a torture machine, that resembles an ancient gelatine//
the wack line is what your exeedin, the Only ill thing you spittin is your boyfriends semen//
I have no limitations or affiliations with imitators because i use calculations too destroy you lyrically with lacerations like being hit with m203 fragmentations//
These Newbies pop up worse than facial pimples on star trek fans,
They want war, they get 'wrapped up' and strapped up like the talibans,
This kinda like a twister but you aint on all fours, on a mat wit spots,
We gainin on you like fat joe bein chased by the cops,
I mention names so heads are twistin an cursin like watchin the exorcist,
A rizz is takin more **** than girls wit big faecal festishes,
Wanna battle? I got more 'punches' than mike tyson doin domestic violence,
Thats why rappers too scrared 'to hit me back', listen to the silence,
Racist 'pricks' like 'A-jizz' wouldn't understand me man,
So I got no option but to terrorize his hood, like the candyman.
**** killa bee niggas on me
tryn ta pawn me
i swarm g's
dont warn me
niggas gettin baked n the morning
im all bling
no sing
west side thing
bang bang
off the top of the brain
free stylin is my game
niggas gettin slayed
u shouldve kept quiet
im all riot
u my diet
im on u
like glue
u shoulve new
im incredible
hedero
sexual
dick aint edible
ill neva let it go
killa bee lost ta me and ill let all ya no
freestylin is my life its my choice
young hybrid got a beautiful voice
im droppin 100 plus bars
they shouldve neva left me out n the dark
i float like the arc
u always punkin out
nuthin im spittin is written down
cuz im king of the town
of the boro
i keep it thurough
u sweet like a churoa
i smoke u like hendo
i play my nintendo
shatter ur face like a window
im fuckin greater than yall
niggas neva eva wanna brawl
im the top dog
bored so gona drop sumin... itte
Rat-tat-tat thunder~like hand claps from greek gods/
Who were woke up from slumber~call that unique applause/
I wonder~if all the lumber is recycled~the way i pedal through lead/
As if the pencil recites me cues/ not-to-use~eraser heads/
Dash lines away like F.B.I.~agents investigat-in' crack heads/
Manoozy's fi-ness on the mic~is both foul and fragrant/
Flagrant upon approach of this~emcee's occ-u-pation/
Lyric offishulz~awaitin'/
A replacement to the Makavelli invasion/
Me against the world/
As I gather my thoughts/
Like vinyl crates padlocked~in basement-vaults/
I waste no costs on unworthy investments/
im the General~name on the desk says BOSS INVENTIONS/
Yet I angle the focus on an incline~steady scopin'/
Flip through tracks of my niggi NAS/
As I sketch over loop-holes~of all man made com-ponen-ts/
Take em apart~then re-assemble them/
Internet spending, is at its peak/
Stock market insight~I get it for cheap/
Replenish the need~to need more/
Mentality of my community~victimized by government greed/
black to the core~but adore my white peeps/
Its true my flows resemble River's/
Quenches my "state" of mind as I pass through the Delta/
Might need a trigger~Cuz Ahead I sense a couple of Po-po/
Blockin' the Toll zone~demanding cash/
Manoozy droping hard flowsÂ…
still lookin for a battle peace out -1-
wackster so u steppin to me!!! i though so lol...
it alrite you picked up the bait/
the four barz i droped were a prospect made/
i pickin up ya dolla liek a masquerade/
gettin paid hand on my blade/
ya really stupid enough to step to the blaze, im to hot tho/
dropin down lyrics now i let go, streamline flow/
come straigh for ya, havin ya whole crew prayin for ya/
now ya laid down three or four bullets in ya brain, strain i cause/
talkin about torture machine, funny guy that machine is me so appaluse ya self/
tryed so hard to look after ya health/
so dumb ya carnt look after ya self ya all talk u at grassroots/
crushin ya skull again the curb with the timb boots/
wackster ya name sez it all 'wack' street slang but it mean WEAK!!/
techiniques i speak are unique sleak y u got bones stickin out ya cheek/
ya talkin bleak, the ricture scale carnt hand my dropping/
so just listen kid, i gon an switch ya ears, boring ya must be prick of the year/ so on this forum im stopping/
BLAZER