anyone wanna battle?????????
TrutH™
I'll battle you professor
wag1?
Baybee B ere, jus got an account on dis ting ere dnt reli no how it works bt i jus pass tru on dis forum n c sum g's fink der badmanzzz n sum g's got front n sum g's jus cum up fake... BiGuP the proff n DJ quik kid
newaiz stai less
x$x Baybee B x$x
u heard ov dat gash Baybee B/
da 1 dat cums on wag1 g?/
yeh dats wat i fout cz dat gash is me/
bin vibin all my lyf out on da street/
battlin all da g's dat i meet/
there cumin up in ma grill lyk der badmanzz/
bt wen they start spittin ppl c they're madmanzz/
tlkin bout how der cru r bad bt they're wastemanzz fru n fru/
cumin out wit lynes lyk solo 'cuz u look lyk dirt on ma shoe'/
wile i get cheerz, dey get boos/
ppl chuckin bottles of booze/
but hey...dont get me rong/
got nuff respect so i int bein long/
so newiaz im ere 2 tlk bout me/
im new 2 dis but well known in da hip hop industry/
Baybee B will go down in hip hop history/
n probly ma death will b a mystery/
lyk 2pacs....yeh hes ma G/
hes not round now so his lyrics r cumin out fru me/
Ok dats bit bout dis gash/
dont give any guy a quik lash/
mess wit me ull get a bash/
i got da tym n da cash/
brrraaapppzzzzz!!!
yeh im ready 2 battle any G dat wants an ass whoooopin!!
x$x stai less still x$x Baybee B x$x -1- x$x
you just 'babble'
wouldn't be able to play with words if this was 'scrabble'
the rhyme 'feen's-back'
cutting your achile's tendon's the only way youd know how to 'lean-back'
your 'no-jay-z' 'nas-or-enimem'
'flow-lazy' wearing 'bra's-your-feminen'
you 'can't-cuss' ,
wearing pump's an tube tops the only way you 'offendin-men'
with erectile disfunction you 'can't-bust'
your stuck up like 'erections'
you get killed with pieces like die 'sections'
a vocal 'military'
enemy's either get 'killed or baried'
No longer 'rational' with 'orders' ,
crossing 'international' 'borders'
,ya'll 'ballers' ,
u buy ya fashion four 'quarters' ,
1 'dollar' ,
you got and 'outfit' ,
my punch line's knock you 'out-of-it' ,
my verbal gun shot 'out-the-scripts'
'lock,an load',
'knock' outs 'split' ,
'block's',an 'fold's
,-backs,'
you get 'rocked-then-rolled ',
never 'hold-back',
brake ya jaws open wide then make you 'swallow-whole-tracks',
ur a 'hollow'soul',
-fact',
is, it 'mimic's' ya 'spinal',
that's why you couldn't beat me if you 'mimic'd' my 'vinyl'
,mimic's flaw is the 'final straw'
my 'style's raw'
hit you with a big axe, your head roll's like a cycle off cement
you all think your big mac's ,your microsoft to my intent
nah your just an i-pod
my rhymes make you see the light like you eye'd god
crymz was talking keystyle
be wild
as i flow freestyles
this amatuer be child,
a newbie
leave you rolled up like a marley
dubie
get smoked by a big guy driveing a harley
leaveing you reder then a rubie
bringing your soul up an down like a moody bi polar
first fly by the solar
system
verse's diein ya molars
black
that's how you know i dissed em
crack
your eardrums so you can't listen
leave where you hear from missen
if this was streetball youd be screaming and 1
if this was a streetbrawl youd be screaming hand gun
your feet fall six feet right were you stand son
mix beats with lyrics an this mans done
took your ears bich ,
left your legs paralyzed
if you could hear it you be screaming man run
but you cant hear pitch look at me an all you see is terror eyes
the bearor of demise
terrorized
like my names bin laden
i win hands down
i throw more touch downs then gamein madden
withstand ground
i set the mic stand down
hitting your grave so hard
it'd turn my hands brown
yo peace this and my last one was to crymz you took to long to write a reply
baybee B that was weak....
baybee 'b' u must be kiddin me, u not even worth the capital B/
gash in the hip hop industy ashamed of this lady/
get me G,, ill lick ya up like i shystie ( a proper female emcee)/
leave ya pussy flaps knee deep, take the colour out ya skin now ya white like a 'banshee'/
im a black G but u got me finkin about me race/
u talkin about makaveli like u took his place/
his lyrics go on, even wen baybee B has no more bass/
your death a mystery not wen i ingrave blazer in ya face/
with the use of a razor, blood fall the game always been in my favor/
black x mas for ya whole family, baybee b/
talkin about how much time ya got cuz ya aint signed no contract/
tlkin lik ya rich wen ya only got 40 bar in ya draw piggy bank cracked/
ya lyrics came out abstract to me G lol/
people throwin bottles of booze funny how it feel it never happen to me/
must be harsh on ya dignity comin to a forum with no victory/
and ill make ya leave with none bad mannzzzz dont ramp/
an rip of ya jaw, go down in hip hop history for bein the weakest female emcee ever seen/
hit me back baybee B oh **** wot i put a capital for baybee 'b'
peace out -1- blazerrrrr
get it ryt its Baybee B/
need 2 CAPITALS 4 a G lyk me/
black x-mas so wat ur agnus or billy/
u must b agnus cz i very much doubt u gotta willy/
u tlkin bout ur freestyle put heat in carz/
bt cuz u run da power coz ur **** wit ur barz/
i run out da petrol cz i spit so fast/
u touch me wit a razor...ill ave both ur legs ina cast/
i dint sai i took makaveli's place cz no1 cn take his place/
if i did den i wudnt ave a wyt face/
u talk bout how i ashame hip hop industry wen ur da disgrace/
ur da 1 cumin up tlkin bout race/
if i cova maself in charcoal it int guna make me a betta MC/
jus coz im wyt dont mean i cnt b as gd as jada or fifty/
Baybee B is cleva n shifty/
ull c/
check under ur christmas tree/
note: ull find da meanin of blazer...from: BILLY!!
brrraaapzzzz
stai less still
x$x Baybee B x$x -1- x$x
yo crymz are you gonna respond cause im bout ready to drop another couple verse's
baybee b
now ya gona get slit throat, 'laughin at the verse ya just wrote'/
shifty yeah ill shift ya out the game 'heres ya coat'/
im a disgrace funny gyally 'u made a mistake'/
u a mimic of lady sovierign 'career droping'/
now i carnt figure ya a honky 'but tryna be a nigga'/
with ya wack lines/
i can see ya with ya trackies an ya peek cap on a side an ya air force ones 'runnin with the show guns'/
image no heart all about street cred an grime 'braapppzzz all the time'/
gun shots wait blazer come out u know how it feel 'to get droped'/
im a emcee that carnt be stopped/
on a bases im a force like two worlds collide 'im hot i provide'/
life hard now 'sayin ya tryd'/
still emceein but ya a prostitute on the side 'an a clamidia spreader'/
open ya legs oi i can smell 'the cheeder'/
pull away gyally with attitute 'you pointin ya aim the wrong way'/
i just like get out my way bitch get out me way!!!/
my cold flows have ya stood still 'take off ya limbs if ya even move'/
ull have me legs in casts, ill have ya 'six foot deep'/
ya whole crew shoutin retreat 'even tho they pissed out cuz i took out the fuckin toy of the crew' YOU!!/
like a shag doll, u let any manz jump in then go/
like in the film billy get burnt up too 'messin with me got the force out while i riped his torso out/
GAME OVER FOR THE BOTH OF YOU/
holla back baybee b.... peace out!!! safe -1-
wat u sayin....''smellin da cheedar, clamidia spreada/''
i cn c ur dick gettin redder/
i'll leave u lookin deader/
cz im betta on da mic/
wen i ride on da mic/
n wen i fyt on da mic/
i myt jus ignite on da mic/
blow u up lyk a dynamite/
cz im ryt on da mic/
ryt wearin nike/
air force 1s look ryt wen der on me n im on da mic/
im not tyin 2 b blak im wyt on da mic/
wytee 4 lifey/
betta dan ur wifey/
ooops i meant hubby...ur batty 4 lifey/
wat u gunna do sunshine....u int gunna knife me/
tlkin lyk ur ryt b/
u wudnt even b right if u lost ur left bum cheek/
hey blazer u fink ur greezy/
onli fing is uz jus neeky/
if i ate spaghetti alfa's my ass cud ****, betta rymes dan u spit/
u int in da game get ova it/
b gone...shut up n sit!!
stai less still x$x Baybee B x$x
Holla at dis gyal
TrutH™ diss professor!
Another one of you idiots trying to spit liquid?//
The only liquid you'll ever spit is when sucking your boyfriend's six inches//
Bitch, tryin to talk tough on a computer like you made of steel?//
If you were as tight as your sister's pussy, you'd HAVE a label deal//
You may be real, but I feed off every line//
And lyrically dismantle your vertebrae to sever your spine//
None of your rhymes dissed me in any single way//
Only old punches, did you actually have anything to say?//
Cos by any means you gay and i'll slice you up like a Ginsu//
Dont worry, this was only the introduction on my road to diss you//
You annoying arab, I bet you get told to Shut Up when your not even talking//
Calling yourself Professor? I'll leave you looking like Professor Stephen Hawking//
With no IQ, cos its clear I dont like you//
I'm covering my ass cos God knows what you might do//
I got no slight clue, but I have heard that you were behind bars//
Probably cos you wanted Rockets in Uranus until we find Mars//
Then you'll see slight scars and realise your mind's crash//
You can paralyze my legs but jail gave you a paralyzed ass!//
You talkin all this government ****, war.. you got this **** sorted//
Dont you ever bring that **** up especially when your own country caused it//
Rapping ''wannabe tight'' lyrics, your fatal death is in file//
You wannabe tight? TIP: Try to not have anal sex in a while//
You could have seen it ''cumming'', but you were too ''blind''//
Because bars in jail wasnt the only thing that you were behind//
Enough of your faggot stories, you aint got energy to diss your enemies//
You call yourself Professor, but guess what? I'll ruin your chemistry//
Its suicide to battle me, so I bet you wish you could rewind time//
I bet your an old peodaphile lookin freak like Albert Einstein//
I admit I like your choice of words and your vocabulary is no hassle//
But what good is that going to do when your in a frikkin battle?//
This is straight 1 on 1 in a game where punchlines are weak//
You gotta ''come hard'' like your boyfriend and you never mind defeat//
Metaphors, punchlines.. None of that **** can actually hurt me//
But with your Nerd Rap attempts, I gotta come back dirty//
Which reminds me of your sister and your rap career falling//
Which declined cos all your net-groupies found your **** boring//
Like your cliche' punchlines which I could snap like twigs//
If your such a big gun, why aint you on stage with a mic performing gigs?//
Atleast I personally have, and will continue emceeing into the future//
But dont tell me you wanna launch your rap career in front of a computer?
Your wasting your life, so please just erase all of your rhymes//
I battle geeks like you hardly ever, you do this all of the time//
So you must be some corny little runt spittin complex ****//
Seems to me your riding Canibus or Immortal Tech's dick//
And i've flipped the script, because we all know your ****'s foul//
I've read your sad, emo poems.. just go slash your wrists now//
You mention the name of 3 legends, one of which was Illmatic?//
Your pussy poems makes me believe your a depressed pill addict//
You live your life in front of a machine.. the crowd has booed your ass//
You dont wanna come outside cos you scared of the guy that sued your ass//
And sent you to jail in the first place//
With a girl you've never went past first base//
I'll give some advice and have you thinkin like siamese twins right?//
So next time you call me to battle.. you'll have to think twice//
And dont come up to me with your gibberish bibble babble crap kid//
Cos your poetry did more emotional harm than your little battle rap did//
So keep your unrealistic hip hop career flowing in this forum//
Because every line you tried to diss me with, I think I just tore 'em//
I've won this battle with ease, no need to put money on the table//
Stay rapping with your computer and maybe you'll get signed to Bill Gates' label//
There you go! Professor!
Spitting liquid in The Desert - ballpoint style
I dropped my pen\\
but I don't know when\\
so I'll say it again\\
I dropped my pen\\
Ayo, I been gone for a minute but now i'm back like afro's
on tha streets puttin tha fear of God in these bitch made as*holes
J- HiNe's a street veteran, serverin mc's like crack feins
got tha game in my pocket like my nigga Common's GAP jeans
i'm tha truth maf*cka's, so think twice before you come testin me
you claim to be hard but the only street you've been on is Sesame
but sometimes I can't help but sit and laugh as all tha negative energy gathers
cuz i'm positive, i'll ax that **** faster than Slim did Kim Mathers
and if you try and bring me down, you'll end up witcha brains splattered
and spend the rest of your days layed in a grave like the late Dan Rather
*this is just a lil somethin I spit real quick, I gotta go handle some **** but i'll spit a longer, better one later
I am the truth™
J hine Trying to copy me?
nah.. what makes you think that homie?
I already stated that ' i was the thruth '
