who want it? lmao

naa seriously though im bored and just up for a little "sparring" session on the turntables. who wit' it???

dubstep battle


lets do it

Originally Posted by Desperado

dubstep battle


lets do it

lmao any real battles? j/k i don't really fuck with dubstep though...

dub step is a gay fad
cant wait tell that shit go away

i was joking

i wish that i was daydreamin cause then this might be fun
but i got 99 problems and some bitch just has be one
and ive only begun
im packed with a lot of beef and these beast be acting like their just a bunch of fuckin vegans

-anyone that wants to put their skills fo the challenge im always down and wont back away

Just saying that "im packed with alot of beef" just doesnt sound right...lol...sorry..

Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
But it's not.
You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
Your producers ain't shit.
Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!


Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction


You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique willll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is empty and spaceous
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked

demonic goes hard

Ok... let's go... talk to em'... holler
Don't you get tired of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the time?
Why can't you shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?!


Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture this

(motherfucka what?)

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the populace
Or challenge what the market is
With militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in common
There ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record (wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

(motherfucka what?... Bring it to 'em raw)

I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit brown

(No one out there can fuck with me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I speak that real shit)
(to smash the airwaves)
(I don't want to tell you motherfuckers again)

STOP SPAMMING FAG

I wreck barz like a addict go off like automatic im sum like a carpet quick to cause the static , you say u got beef? Well i need sum leaner its that fat meskin bitch with a flow much cleaner flippin chickenz like a beaner tryna come up offa nik to a teiner , see me in the buick actin stupid cuz im packin- i gota light weight cuz my dickies kept saggin. I aint braggin im jus sayin im foreeal yall niggas playin. Chuggin jooses no excuses leavin haters wit bruises, maybe stitchez on da bitchez who some hoe ass snitchez. Mad cuz ya gurl dun came up on some ritches leavin em in ditchez cuz thats how i was tought ruthless minded gurl into this world i was brought , if its fuck me then its fuck you too you wanna fuck me i wanna fuck you too . Its funny since ya never had a chance i aint bout that bull shit and sweet romance, i wanna smoke blunts n hit some licks i wanna go crusin n jack some tricks you can swang slow while this bitch ridin shotty we can bang skrew in my buick big body . We can pack bowz n shoot at azzhoez i gotta snype hit, so u better pass hoes

somma dat hot worthless shit

get it niqqa

Uhnnn, i'm 'bout to get this shit......aight...uhnn...hol' up almost got it.... wait hol' up...... aight here it goes ....naw jus' a sec.... now i'm ready see i wasn't fully prepared before but now i'm straight....ok here it goes, Yall can call me Mr. Hankey cuz you kno that i'm the shit, i just holla "hidey ho" then i take unutha hit Bitch... Mane! I'm so raw i'm feelin' myself........ i just killd dat shit where's my contract, where's it at, no seriously wheres my fuck'n contract at?

guess i'll come in wreckin an start callin out dummies,
Ya'll beat me? you must be stupid as kel bundy
i go hard, an keep ya broad in submission
Get brain for knowledge then put her ass in detention
Did I mention, The Black Professor stay with the work
Making Moves like And 1 ya boy Got that purp.

hold up....


-SPYDA

"the AK shake hataz off my tail
late night creep in the hood for mail
and if i get caught nigga, ill make bail
put it down on the mic for anotha gang sale
and thats all the fuck i know
dope sales on the block run from popo
fosho, gun is coppin a person
like reality tv aint no rehearsin"

these aint beast you just a cub you was homeless, did dope for your stress.

Did anyone ever take you up on your offer sincere?

I AINT ABOUT TO SIT HERE N WASTE NONE YALL BUSTAZ TIME

YOU SUCK DAT MIC LIKE A D*** DROPN LINES N BITCH ASS RHYMES

WUT U SPITN AINT WUT U LIVN WHO YA KIDN CANT MATCH MY RHYTHM

SHITS UNFORGIVEN U DNT FIT IN
NEVER BEEN IN JAIL OR PRISON

ON A MISSION HOE LISTEN IM SETN FIRE TO DA KITCHEN AINT EVEN TRIPPEN

FUCK DA HANDLE SWANG N BRANG THE DOOR FRAME STRAIGHT OFF HINGES

MY WORDS GET AT SKIN N UNDER INTO YO VEINS LIKE DOPE IN SYRINGES

I'm a gangster I RESIDE In the FUNK
pistol strappd onda waste the pump hide in the trunk Big Tex my nigga I'm high of da skunk mista settle all your problems ride on dem punks I can't stand it when a pussy boy talk himself up but we need to come back to school that boy shut the fuck up. O you hard? Boy stfu I'm a gangsta red flag on the right side dats how my dogs ridecome n get dis dog bite thank you are home boy gonna take this step I'll be buckin glocks off til there no bitches left all by myself? I don't need no1s help like a champ w my belt don't make excuses bout them Burns or da welps dat u felt ckuz I delt em all back to back no stealth for yo help

Yo bitch I ain't even put effort into dis... just scribblin on ya kid just piss no miss.... where da hell do I goto actualy record a freestyle? TEXAS MADE FT WORTH PAID! CHECK OUT MY TRACKS ON MYSPACE N YOUTUBE! TEXAS NERVE WRECKIN ENT. COMIN SOON F.T.G. FUNKY TOWN G-$

I keep no bitch and have no fear got so much buzz I gave a lil bit to light year killa shit like silence of tha lambs drinking that brew smoken weed no crew GTL without tha tan kicken it like jacki chan

Great forum, I like to solve many problems

talk shit get pop'd quick with a gloc .4 in ya upper lip
fin to hit a lick man, i'm off the chain like a missin' pit nigga i'm the shit
i'm killer one in this rap shit niggas mad cuh i go slick
with a bad bitch boppin' on my dick can you blame the hoe cuh i'm hood rich
smokin' kush to the head, man leave her pussy wet like a bed stain
her head game is not lame she a bad dame so she hold grain
it's big scott what you know 'bout meh i'm in this bitch w/ the finest cali
keep it gutta like a bowlin' alley and you should know i represent the halley
arkansas whut it dew twizt yea, i fucks w/ ya in the long run
why you hate on meh bitch i'm the don and i'm goin' nuts no pecans
pastiasios i'm goin' in leanin' on a cup of promenthazine
got a gansta lean for them fuck niggas i'm the best alive like wayne said
i can say that w/ a straight face cuh i mean that there like koopa said
no mike jones but, who is meh it's big scott the don, man
i'm steppin' clean like mac andca$h like a big lion yea, i'm on ya ass
smoke a stash then get so fuckin' high i fall on my ass
some say i'm good some say i'm not but, i promise this i'm comin' for the top
got the south on lock vol. 2 comin' real soon and ya know it knock
drop top and i'm still stunny makin' love to my chrome woman
beat it up like boxin' class hit and quit it like who a dummy
louie v no polo got the block boucin' like pogo
i'm so thow'd in the 4 door w/ 4 rims spinnin' slo mo
a fat ass yea, i got to grab it got a spanish hoe she call meh papi
i fuck her nice i fuck her good she nut on meh like automatic
high as an attic top drop'd with the piece 'nd chain on swangin'
my flow tight like an anal virgin' it's big scott dick hangin'
CONVERSE swag no skateboards and i stay on my high horse
i go hard nigga no lie like that boy who played thor
i'm so cold like the vvs gotta be the best demand nothing less
aimin' at ya chest w/ the 100 'round say the wrong thing you gon fail the test
top drop'd on a sunny day screen drop watchin' meet the fockers
all about my cash 'nd butter too cuh i pop 'em like orville redenbacher
i'ma hood nigga 'bout that chedda flow comin' live from that 870
where i tip low w/ the .44 ya'll don't wan to see that gun smoke
southside 'til i fuckin' die like a g5 i got to stay fly
black label vol. 2 rep my shit nigga never lie
whut up yung markel that's my lil' nigga k3d yea, we represent it
get out ya feelings lil' bitch nigga cuh the mazaradi got no ceilings
no top i'm strapped up on the block er'day flippin' figures
grindin' hard to get another digit 3 zeros nigga i'm pimpin'
pimp hard like 8ball i'm on top prayin' i don't fall
buh , if i fall i'ma bounce back like rubberbands nigga i wan it all
take it to the head no last call if ion do shit i'ma fuckin' ball
yea, i go hard you don't at all switch lanes 'nd i'm smokin' fog
grip grain yea, i do it big it's big scott comin' off the head
crack a skull like a broke egg 300 large for the new jag
i'm on point like an arrow is real niggas know meh as simeon
it's big scott keep it pimpin' like 4 flats on the bently

Originally Posted by bigscott870

talk shit get pop'd quick with a gloc .4 in ya upper lip
fin to hit a lick man, i'm off the chain like a missin' pit nigga i'm the shit
i'm killer one in this rap shit niggas mad cuh i go slick
with a bad bitch boppin' on my dick can you blame the hoe cuh i'm hood rich
smokin' kush to the head, man leave her pussy wet like a bed stain
her head game is not lame she a bad dame so she hold grain
it's big scott what you know 'bout meh i'm in this bitch w/ the finest cali
keep it gutta like a bowlin' alley and you should know i represent the halley
arkansas whut it dew twizt yea, i fucks w/ ya in the long run
why you hate on meh bitch i'm the don and i'm goin' nuts no pecans
pastiasios i'm goin' in leanin' on a cup of promenthazine
got a gansta lean for them fuck niggas i'm the best alive like wayne said
i can say that w/ a straight face cuh i mean that there like koopa said
no mike jones but, who is meh it's big scott the don, man
i'm steppin' clean like mac andca$h like a big lion yea, i'm on ya ass
smoke a stash then get so fuckin' high i fall on my ass
some say i'm good some say i'm not but, i promise this i'm comin' for the top
got the south on lock vol. 2 comin' real soon and ya know it knock
drop top and i'm still stunny makin' love to my chrome woman
beat it up like boxin' class hit and quit it like who a dummy
louie v no polo got the block boucin' like pogo
i'm so thow'd in the 4 door w/ 4 rims spinnin' slo mo
a fat ass yea, i got to grab it got a spanish hoe she call meh papi
i fuck her nice i fuck her good she nut on meh like automatic
high as an attic top drop'd with the piece 'nd chain on swangin'
my flow tight like an anal virgin' it's big scott dick hangin'
CONVERSE swag no skateboards and i stay on my high horse
i go hard nigga no lie like that boy who played thor
i'm so cold like the vvs gotta be the best demand nothing less
aimin' at ya chest w/ the 100 'round say the wrong thing you gon fail the test
top drop'd on a sunny day screen drop watchin' meet the fockers
all about my cash 'nd butter too cuh i pop 'em like orville redenbacher
i'ma hood nigga 'bout that chedda flow comin' live from that 870
where i tip low w/ the .44 ya'll don't wan to see that gun smoke
southside 'til i fuckin' die like a g5 i got to stay fly
black label vol. 2 rep my shit nigga never lie
whut up yung markel that's my lil' nigga k3d yea, we represent it
get out ya feelings lil' bitch nigga cuh the mazaradi got no ceilings
no top i'm strapped up on the block er'day flippin' figures
grindin' hard to get another digit 3 zeros nigga i'm pimpin'
pimp hard like 8ball i'm on top prayin' i don't fall
buh , if i fall i'ma bounce back like rubberbands nigga i wan it all
take it to the head no last call if ion do shit i'ma fuckin' ball
yea, i go hard you don't at all switch lanes 'nd i'm smokin' fog
grip grain yea, i do it big it's big scott comin' off the head
crack a skull like a broke egg 300 large for the new jag
i'm on point like an arrow is real niggas know meh as simeon
it's big scott keep it pimpin' like 4 flats on the bently

hey faggot, did you not see this is for a DJ battle?

you fucking suck anyway

Who's down for a battle ?

Sin? Gutter ? Desp niko ? Anybody ?

Originally Posted by djslo361

Who's down for a battle ?

Sin? Gutter ? Desp niko ? Anybody ?

pick the song

i like to battle rap.

King gotta post up Immortal Technique lyrics cuz he can't write shit...

diconscious sucks
ill fuck his bitch and pout my nuts in her butt
ill slap his face cuz he a bitch
tto click NIGGA NEVER SWITCH!

OH SHIT BOY I DONE WRECKED YA

swag
swag swag swag swag
splash

I be on some real shit that g shit that getting money shit back to back type of shit murdering the beat with no practice you can catch me laying on a mattress with a bad actress to her sex room I get unlimited access she know I'ma hood nigga so she gone let me hit that she had a kush blunt so she let me twist that I lite that now I'm about sit back she said she gone break me off like a kitt katt she asked me where I keep the rubbers at I told her in the drawer next to my gangsta grill soundtrack of that gangsta shit I'm about that When im in yo place show me where the money at show me where them hundreds at or ima hit you n ya boo with the tool ima rude dude more like a damn fool gotta stay kool with tool so ima let you make it

Originally Posted by Kay-dee91

I be on some real shit that g shit that getting money shit back to back type of shit murdering the beat with no practice you can catch me laying on a mattress with a bad actress to her sex room I get unlimited access she know I'ma hood nigga so she gone let me hit that she had a kush blunt so she let me twist that I lite that now I'm about sit back she said she gone break me off like a kitt katt she asked me where I keep the rubbers at I told her in the drawer next to my gangsta grill soundtrack of that gangsta shit I'm about that When im in yo place show me where the money at show me where them hundreds at or ima hit you n ya boo with the tool ima rude dude more like a damn fool gotta stay kool with tool so ima let you make it

SHUT THE FUCK UP
bitches speak when spoken too
if your strength was your flow
a feather leave you broke in 2
ill leave you choked and bruised
contused chewed up like old shoes
guts hangin out like a couple of old dudes
have you cryin like a bitch complainin bout " NO RULES "
my flow is my tool watch me go to work on a hater
droppin bombs from high altitude the onlything left is a crater
pop trunk in antarctica and shook it down to the equator
this dudes a rerun , a clone recycled on a conveyor
like a old news paper your flows out dated and unprepaired..............

!!!!!

If Bitches speak up when spoken to
I guess that means you knew exactly when to talk to
a cuzz on the mic
a cuzz in real life
leave you lickin your wounds like two bitches in a dawg fight
or maybe just like a tranny dike
I told you to pop yo trunk in antarctica and then you went "phsych"
Just like the show
But i'm gon call you monk
Slobs in that red so i guess you a ponk
I see you like to talk about old shoes and old dudes
I guess a mirror is what you used to rappin to!
I answer'd cuz you said you callin out any body
How'd he get away from the laws without no mazarati
Karate? is just something i have no need fo
I'm done so go ahead and take the lead hoe

Originally Posted by Chachos

If Bitches speak up when spoken to
I guess that means you knew exactly when to talk to
a cuzz on the mic
a cuzz in real life
leave you lickin your wounds like two bitches in a dawg fight
or maybe just like a tranny dike
I told you to pop yo trunk in antarctica and then you went "phsych"
Just like the show
But i'm gon call you monk
Slobs in that red so i guess you a ponk
I see you like to talk about old shoes and old dudes
I guess a mirror is what you used to rappin to!
I answer'd cuz you said you callin out any body
How'd he get away from the laws without no mazarati
Karate? is just something i have no need fo
I'm done so go ahead and take the lead hoe

dam son , im gone or almost a month and come back and see this faggot tryin to so called "battle" , smh , well lets do this then and watch me shut you down like the feds did megaupload...



*cracks fingers gettin ready to dish out a lyrical beating*


i see you biting on my style like yo mama did the pillow
while i dick that bitch down after i made that hoe a widow
ill break you down like some weed and stuff you in a rillo
spittin heat that leave ya burnt like a crackheads brillo
MAN but on the real tho , half them rhymes you bit from me
the other half you fucked up worse than Z RO's singin G'
im bringin heat that got yo pussy ting~a~ling
is this a battle or a bitch fucked?
cuz you all on my ding~a~ling....................................tha ts it till this bitch responds back.

aye yo, traffic, traffic, lookin for my chapstick, feelin kinda car sick, theres a ford maverick

Originally Posted by A&Wmudsoda

aye yo, traffic, traffic, lookin for my chapstick, feelin kinda car sick, theres a ford maverick

GNRRRRRRRR

I like the way you said that was it till you respond again
Call'ed yourself a bitch and i can't do no arguein
You say "but on the real tho"
But really on the real tho
ain't no heat gettin spat and my mom ain't never been a widow
Yes this is a battle the only bitch fucked is yours
I'm not into bitches and hoes i'd rather get sluts and whores
If you really spit heat like a flame to a piece of crack
I need to lite up my blunt and my lighter is just a piece of crap
You rap about guys on your ding-a-ling?
and how you got my girl's friend pussy hole ting-a-ling?
Z-ro! You see how this ponk is sing-a-ling
Long Schlong out my starches my nick name is king-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling

MAME NBA Jam backboard break in 3rd quarter.avi - YouTube

Originally Posted by Chachos

MAME NBA Jam backboard break in 3rd quarter.avi - YouTube

The cheerleaders still cheer even though it's the other team that gets slammed on!! LMFAO

this aint really a battle , its more of a teaching
so sit and learn a lesson smith & wesson causing weeping
you think you hard ? it must be a E~thing
these words acrobatic causing asthmatic breathing
fuck grieving cuz im more into torture
make that ass suffer from trying hang wit a war lord
como estas por favor ya want some more
im glad to oblige as i pound that pussy sore
line for line and bar for bar toe to toe cuz youz a hoe
wit a name like chachos you really think you goin pro?
you couldnt beat me in a battle if krino wrote your flow
and krino is a goat , one of my all time favs
but you rappin like a clone like it came from 3rd grade
fuck you and fuck your ways cuz nowa days i spit natural
and your flows dont mean shit if 90% aint factual
your fictional actually yo wackness seems habitual
187 wit these words killin opponents like a ritual
its like i got the blood of the Maya cuz im quick to sacrifice ya
if you put me on a track the heat might fuck ya i~device up
sittin taller than high risers gettin higher than a glider
when J enters the room all the hoes pussy will perspire
your G card has expired so ill pull ya hoe card
you cant take the mic from me cuz i throw bows and bogard
i aint swole or hard but i take no shit until i shit in haters yard
cuz thats what a dawg does i keep it real wit a raw cut
if i say it here ill say it in ya face and leave ya fuckin jaw stuck
aw struck , dazed and stalled up
fuck sippin drank we chug , so put put ya fuckin straws up....