― Qoolout, Monday, 21 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Qoolout, dawg? What other stuff have folks been takin from you? You know I ain't bout infringin on copyrighted material. Like they say on middle school, "Plagiarism ain't qool." The Best, you know good and well 3:16 came with the goods on his last rhymes. Even when you and I was battlin, I knew you wasn't just rappin bullshit. It was good stuff, too. You know you tight, but you know 3:16 has been doin it, too. But for real, though. Leave them Sigmas alone. And Duke. You must just hate blue... Naw, really, I don't HATE Duke, but I ain't a Duke fan, either. I'm neutral. I didn't care too much for Battier (didn't his head look like a Michigan Wolverines football helmet?), but Jason William is cold and Dunleavy got skills. College basketball has never really done it for me. I'm an NBA man to the fullest. 3:16, you always gon be my nigga, even if you and H*WOOD go off on some boxing conversation that's too deep for me cuz I ain't on that level. All I know is De La Hoya, Jones, Jr, and that cat that beat De La Hoya (?Felipe Lopez, maybe?). But I can't even front about one of Best disses. Imaginin any rap lines spat in a foreign accent is funny, simply cuz I'm American and I ain't used to hearin rap in another tongue. But yo lines is still tight to def. Ya feel me?
Back to comedy, though. Qool, B&B is definitely funny, but Bring The Pain was still better to me. But in B&B, the funniest scenes are when he's like, "I got on the elevator, an two 20 yr. old white boys got on. And I just dove off! I said, Y'all ain't killin me!" Or how about when he was acting like an old Black man, and he started doin that dance? "Yeah, I got a White wife, but I love her, and she love me, so that's all that matter... but if the Revolution ever come, I'll kill her first! Just to show these crackers I mean business!" B&B, was straight hilarious. But Bring The Pain was funny the whole way through. "Second of all, he (Ron Goldman) was known to drive around in the car OJ bought for her (Nicole). Hmph. Think about THAT shit. I buy you a car. You gon let another man ride around in my car? Are you out of your fuckin mind?!" Classic! Classic! Or how about, "If I had a choice between the electric chair and tossin a salad, I'd be like, so where you plug it in?" Classic! Classic! But don't front on Ed Murph "Goonoe Goo Goo" and Martin "the water would glisten all over yo body." They had some good joints, too.
Yo, what's up with C-Murder? The tank ain't bout it, bout it, now. It's Romeo-ed out! What's he tryin to prove? Oh well, Corey should have plenty of time to write a few good lyrics like Pac did when he was in jail... The blasphemy!
"Yeah, let me get a box of juji fruits, a box of bon bons, a couple of junior mints, another box of juji fruits, and this nigga here's gonna pay for it... YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID, MOULIE! PAY FOR MY FUCKIN CANDY!!!" - Eddie Murphy pretendin to be a 5'2" Italian who just saw Rocky talkin to a 6'5" Black man
I'm out like a pizza delivery boy. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Qoolout. I gots to agree with you bout Bigger and Blacker, but the best bit got to be "Black Mall", "love my black people, HATE my black mall!"
This verse is a bit longer than the ones i normally spit, so bear with me...
...I - Fuck with the Best like reefer//WILL - teach you gangsta you know you//NOT - turn off your fuckin' telly//LOSE - I robbed your ass already...
...A wise man told me don't argue with fools/but what about retards? "Nah thats cool"/How dare you call yourself the BEST, you don't deserve that title/SHUT UP MRS BACK! Yo shes gettin' suicidal/your whole fams fucked, your sister wants me in the bridal/she aint the only Nchekpube who rocks the vaginal/Your pops told me that while he was cleaning the urinal/We both know your styles weak, i dont need to bring the tidal/But this is a throwdown kid, you should of read it in the title/It also said the subject was hip hop/the way you flow even Elton think its rock/"What you say!" heres an 8-ball in a sock/who's the real best? Biggie and Pac/You should of thought of that before you thought up your name/post after post muthafuckers lyrically lame/I thought you were tryin' to diss me kid, it just aint the same/you callin' me a faggot? you repeatin' last week again/you like a dog with no teeth, all bark and no bite/"murder me in UK"?, put the gloves on, lets fight/but you're a credible rapper, yeah credible like Will Smith/while 3:16 just sits back with a spliff/you already fallin' over, you only had one sniff/Come on BACK, I thought you knew better/But while she reads this, your sister gets wetter/before you noticed she soaked through your sweater/"Why BACK's sweater?" I hear y'all ask/see, at the time, Back was eatin' out her ass/The 2nd bullet hits before the firsts even passed/The 1st aint miss though its hit your record collection/HOLD ON! Is that Britney Spears on closer inspection/DAMN! I just hit you in the kiddie pop section/Ricky Martins on the floor BACK?!? are you getting an erection!/Like Lauryn Hill you've had a miseducation/carry on this way you end up in a police station/Whats the charge officer, hustling on the block this time?/"nah, exposed himself to a little girl, age nine"/Now BACKS inside "HE DROPPED THE SOAP IN THE SHOWER!"/Walking like John Wayne for the next 24hours/Now your sis aint got nobody to eat starwberries out her butt/my Samsung got call barring, but she still trys, slut/you kinda gots to admire the bitches determination/with her sis, sorry bruv on extended vacation/Cryin' like a kid lost at Grand Central Station/Now you left the joint, I pull a .45 from my pocket/Grabbed your cheap chain before you even dropped it... ...stop it?... ...NO
Yo I got to agree with you Steph, where J-Dolo at? It was a while since he posted on the old thread too, maybe he retired silently. DOLO!!! WHERE YOU AT SON?
Usual shout out to all the vets.
"I WILL NOT LOSE" - Jay-Z
Peace
― 3:16, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
HAHA!
"I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones"-Redman
― Big J, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
SHIT! sorry if these words appear incoherent or any shit like that, spelling mistake come round cos i been in the student bar since 3 oclock and its nearly 6pm my time. Them God Damn 3 for 2 deals! and shit the fruit machine took nearly £10 off of me! ah well...
Qoolout, for real no offence taken, I just never needed to bring out any proper lyrics till now, looks like BACK stepped up to the plate, so i'ma pitch some real shit. Nah, I dont know what Ricky Martin got to do with it, but it sounded funny at the time. I guess that before I just made up the lines sat in front of a computer, this time I think them up in advance.
Steph, yo know theres nothing but love, thing is, there aint really no reason why I would rhyme bout anything else apart from how gay Back (OH MY GOD! STOP ME SAYING THAT WORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!!) is. You live anywhere in Montreal? I'ma be there some time next January. I dont know why I'm tellin' you now, hmmm... just seems like a good idea.
J-Dolo what, I think he's retired gracefully, but wheres LOX at thougfh. I'm missing your input kid.
Looks like we switched sports for comedy, so another highlight of the B&B CD (bought it in NY last time I was there) has got to be the little Monica Lewinski montage thing. "So Monica, what could you tell us that would suprise people about you - I used to be scared of the dick, now i throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch". My God, shit had me rolling!
Everybody (maybe not back (ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!) though) gets my upmost respect, even Kazper, I'ma shout you out cos you coming up on here with some lyrics and shit. You earned my respect son, i'll try not to take the piss again (its an British saying, I understand if none of y'all get it). Hillis, you my dawg and that don't need no proving, Qoolout, you know we cool (all that talk of GTA3 is getting me jealous though, I only got GTA2!), ...Hollywood J/what more can I say... you keep talking sense up on here, keeping everything real, what do you think about the impending Lennox Lewis/Mike Tyson fight. Steph, you the minority seeing as yous a girl and all, you keeping me updated, keep repping North of the border, hopefully i'ma be doing that in July. LOX, man, you keep taking extended leaves from this thread. If you aint got no input, I aint worry bout that, keep it locked bro. I can not be fucked to write any more for the moment, I got soe work to to by thursday, so thats kinda taking priority. Just one thing though, Guitar music aint my stlye, but the Lauryn Hill track on Carlos Santana's joint is tight to def! Yeah its a bit old, but I aint heard it in a while.
Anyone I aint mention, sorry, but at least you read my shit, thanks. (Big Gay, I aint forget you, but seeing as you are so far up Back's (MUTHAFUCKER!!!!!!!!) ass, I can't see you, so, guess what kid... ...I'm throwing it down.
"Now your kids got RICKETTS! All cos you tried to keep a little money in the community!" - C Rock
― Smeph, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Mr. T be goin up to dudes and be like, Hey boy! Hey boy! You look mighty cute in them jeans. Now come over here, and fuck me in the ass. I'ma bend over now... Unnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Hey boy, slow down! You mess around and cum too fast! Make me clench up my butt cheeks and rip ya dick off!"
- Eddie Murphy pretendin to be a gay Mr. T
Big J, I only really like the Lakers, and despise the Jazz. Other than that, I cheer for teams based on certain players. Like if the Lakers don't win, I'd like someone like the Kings, Wolves, Sixers, or Mavs to win. Or I just don't want the Spurs or Blazers to win.
Mack 10 sucks. Anybody notice how CMR is the fake No Limit? Come out from New Orleans real hot, kind of fall off, and sign a veteran West Coaster, but it just don't really fit. I'll smack C-Murder, though. Whether he did it or not. 3:16, for real, C-Murder is the next Pac. Mark my words...
"I remember we used to go to the creek, and you would dip yo head in the water, and yo hair would come down and lay over yo right eye. You had that good hair. Everybody had said you had Indian in yo family..."
-Martin from "You So Crazy!"
I'm out like side. Peace!
Q i aint never put no games in the freezer lol heh and what PS2 games do you have? right now all i have is NBA Live 2002 and Madden 2002.
And to Smeph or whatever the hell, chill with the cool-aid son, makes you hyper.
"If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma I'ma -- hit y'all niggaz with somethin that you ain't never felt (WHAT?!) Hit y'all niggaz for frontin you caught up in that hell (WHAT?!)"
― kazper, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Aiyo it's poision, rappers tryin' to come at me, it is poison/ British faggot ran by Queens, it it poison/ how could you try to imitate Steve, it is poison/ make this dolo get on his knees with my poison/ and any thoughts of takin' me down it is poison/ who want beef now my lyrics shall destroy them.....OUCH"
With that verse were you expecting to get a round of applause?/ cause Ima be the first to point out ya lyrical flaws/ plagiarism isn't the only crime committed, you crook/ Jay Z's bar, my references, what else have you took?/ copied my style by starting off ya rhyme with a hook/ this nigga is SHOOK/ but don't have the ONES like Mobb Deep/ this aint a lecture dun, why'd you post that long ass speech/ you wanna box?, but first you must increase ya reach/ Martin Luther King ass nigga preachin' nothing but peace/ my bullets display ya dome, and have that ass put to sleep/ you couldn't dream about awakenin' from this eternal rest/ check ya womanhood faggot, you have hair on ya breasts/ be spittin' hardcore, but you aint about the violence/ If I seen you on my block, I swear you'll be silent/ now tell me I'm liein'/ I'll make this prick my trick off client/ got niggaz killin' ya ovaries, forcin' you to scream louder/ been cocked so hard you can't get up like the fallen twin towers/ I'm similar to Nas because my lyrical style GAVE YOU POWER/ honestly yall, do you think that verse was his spits/ or do you feel someone was the PATRICK SWAZEY of his shit/ to comprehend/ this nigga has a GHOST for his rhymes/ I caught you cheating, now you must pay the lyrical fine/ how you plan to hit my sister, and you too have a cunt?/ But you still couldn't fuck cause it's that time of the month/ so give rhymin up, cause like Tommy Boy YOU JUST SUCK!!/ penis, cock, dick wood or whatever you perfer/ and when you address me son, make sure it's no and yes sir!!/ that's enough, of this embarrasing lyrical beating/ dun is mad, his eyes are red, and his face overheating.....FAGGOT!!
And since you love quoting Jay Z so much, how about this quote...."These fake thugs are UNGLUGGED like MTV"-Jay Z on Reasonable Doubt. Damn, look at him now makin' Unplugged albums LMAO!! "Nooooo, he's leavin'!!" "Who, who's leavin'?" The Best mothafuckas. ~1~
"I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death"-Nas
― The Best, Tuesday, 22 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Big J, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Back to THE beef, Stop being such a pussy Big Gay, This is where it ends, after this I aint going to respond to any types of disses wether they good or not (well maybe just a line or 2 haha!). So this is the last entry, its a bit long cos I did it to the beat on Ether (I know its been done before but I dont care), damn that last verse is stretched out! I know most of you got it, and all of you heard it, so it should make it easier to relate to. Here we go...
GUNSHOTS (FUCK BACK) wassup niggas, aiyo I know you aint talkin' bout me dawg, you, what (FUCK BACK) You been on my dick nigga, you love my style nigga (FUCK BACK)
I - Fuck with the Best like reefer, WILL - Teach you gangsta you know you, NOT - turn off your fuckin' telly, LOSE - I robbed your ass allready.
The bell rings, seconds out, round 3/the rest of y'all come on and vibe with me/ride with me/slide with me/get high with me/this is the latest offering from a matter-of-factual statistician/flow so precise they call me the statistician/you pissin' me off Back, assume the position/yeah i'm in UK/oh now its UGAY?/I shot, you sway/you lay/thats another life I take/I play high stakes/but never lose/what card you choose/you'll never find the ace/open ya eyes, take a look at my face/i've indentified the joker/pull your pants up Big J, this aint strip poker/back to Back now you looking down a roaster/check it
I - Fuck with the Best like reefer, WILL - Teach you gangsta you know you, NOT - turn off your fuckin' telly, LOSE - I robbed your ass allready
aiyo pass me the weed put my ashes out on the niggas man, aiyo you faggots y'all kneel and kiss the muthafuckin' ring
Ignore the accent, thats why you like Nasir/mad at me cos I'm sitting here/drinking beer/laughin' at the hip hop queer/you stranded on an island like Gilligan/another 3:16 diss well its time for me to kill again/your hearts in it Back but not your whole spirit/if I can snap you with my fingers I can kill you with a lyric/so I stepped my game up, checked out your criminal portfolio/you sick ass retard you robbed a girl with polio/stick to rhyming with Keenan like your name was Coolio/Put my hands up? Nah you first, heres my toolie yo/You'll never knock me down like my name was Jake La Motta/Try to diss me again then i'm afraid I gotta/can't say right now, I might get indicted/if you words make him happy, what gets Big Gay excited
I, WILL, NOT - turn off your fuckin' telly, LOSE - I robbed your ass allready
The King is back, where my crown at
Are you bandits in action or partners in crime/J who the corny one? y'all aint even post a rhyme/Nah this aint the US, dont need a gun to prove my manhood/c'mon Back lets take a tour round your neighbourhood/population 10,000, surnames 8/they call it the incest state/take your cousin on a date/I won't talk bout that, we know your sisters in traction/what could I do? unwanted physical attraction/SHE CAN'T GET NO, SATISFACTION/tight-knit fam like a taliban faction/y'all in Guantanamo Bay and aint allowed no interaction/ALL EYES ON ME well I'M READY TO DIE/try the 3:16 hate, duck, you can suck my/I gotta reference RZA for the last contribution/half the rhymes you spit fail the rest is lyrical pollution/you like P.Diddy, get someone else to write/your voicebox wouldn't last 10 seconds in a fight/so i'm running a clinic for the rap retarded/spit a whole verse before your lips even parted/The Chillie Peppers said that you GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY NOW/In all actuality I took it about a week ago/Q gave me this line, it went YOUS MY HO!/haha, too slow/your sister loves me though/had the bitch on my shit LIKE WOAH!/you know nuthin' about women/but extremely experienced in the ass division/you rhyming WHAT? you come across a lyrical collision/c'mon Back its not a difficult decision/stop or be stopped either way you fall short of me/Big Gay were you born in the ugly tree/and hit every last branch on the way down/in a bad state like an unfunny clown/even so you still manage to provide the humour/its a different kind of funny, like an asshole with a tumour/Is it de-ja-vu or a glitch in the MATRIX?/if you have 2 twins you probably have 2 pricks/get it, 2 pricks?/Where you from J, near Back in Ethiopia/I understand if you aint reply right away if theres a white kid scopin' ya/are you scared of him bitch yo that kids got myopia!
B-A-C-K, get gunned up and clapped quick/Big Gay Hobson, get gunned up and clapped quilck/You illiterate muthafuckers, gunned up and clapped quick/Hobson to Big Gay, DAMN you on Backs dick/2 little faggots get gunned up and clapped quick/how much of Backs cum you gonna wipe off your top lip/didn't want a throwdown, especially this last diss/YOU - DON'T - WANT - THIS!...
...he he!
"Who dares, wins" - SAS motto
― 3:16, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Shout outs to all the vets and smeph?
I'm still hating Donovan McNabb for what he did to my BEARS, but I'll be over it to pull for him on Sunday.
Funniest Comedy.....I'll get back to you on that, if yah still on that.
3:16 you stepped up your skillz, now kazper needs a Casper - I'm playin, I believe you wrote it, I think.
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― SecondSage, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I agree with the comparison to P. Diddy, cuz, kazper, you suck/now it's my turn to shoot rounds, so I suggest you duck//bout to end this battle quick, cuz I'm losin my patience/you make references to the weak, but compare me to greatest//label me 2Pac cuz kazper, U Can't C Me/kazper's rhymes are cute, but I think he's married to his hand, hee, hee!//kazper, the cowardly roach, has been crushed under my boot/now I'm on him just like BIG hollerin, Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!/kazper, all ya spits is moot, I'm the undisputed king/you don't have the lyrical talent and skills to remove the king//the only throne you know is the one where you shit at/I'm not finsihed with kazper yet, so all my fans just sit back//everybody go and look at kazper's earlier spits/do any of y'all believe he really wrote that shit?//kazper's oven door spits are nothin compared to lyrics hot like the sun/and H3K is way too hard for a nigga that's soft like a bun//stand and face me like a man! oh wait! your heart's on the run/but I'll catch it and squash it flat, just because it'll be fun//refer to the Bible? check out Genesis, bro/like Eve, God placed you here specifically to be my ho//a la Qoolout versus Manny, everybody else can have some/like Snoop said, ain't no fun if the homies can't have none/unlike 3:16 versus The Best, this battle's lop sided/kazper, just give up! nigga, stop tryin/kazper, the friendly bitch, get gunned up and clapped quick/pull down your pants... damn, nigga, you have no dick!/H-3-K, he runnin this rap shit/kazper's bent over in submission, and he likes it, the fag bitch..."
Battlin kazper is easy and fun. I love that combination. 3:16, that shit was tight as fuck. For my sake, DON'T STOP! I have to live vicariously through you and The Best for havin good battles, cuz kazper is just so fuckin weak on the mic. You and Best keepin it interesting. I'm already ready for Best's comeback, and yo reply. For the good of the people, DON'T STOP RAPPIN!
Fuckin Lakers lose (WITH Shaq!) to the Nugs? Oh, hell...
Sage, sorry about Da Bears. I knew they were suspect, though. But they'll be all right. Anyway, I will be happy as long as the Rams don't win he Super Bowl. That's all I care about.
"Niggas act like they couldn't have been slaves... a modern day brother be like, I wish I was a slave. I'd fuck somebody up. Shit, tell me to bail some cotton, I'd a been on the street and shit, and master would have come up to me and been like, "Hey yo, nigger, bail this cotton!" I'da been like, "Suck my dick, massuh! Suck my motherfuckin dick! That's right, I ain't bailin a motherfucker!"
-Eddie Murphy, Delirious
I'm out like take. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"When you are about to hit it, just let it happen and be quiet. Cause if you say the wrong thing, them panties will come up mighty quick. What? What you say? Oh naw, I'm leaving....Untie me!" ~Chris Rock
This is 4 you Hillis. I'm out like me. Get it?
― Qoolout, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― J_Dolo, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― kazper, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best"
From the skys open up a mysterious portal/ thousands came upon the entrance of the rhymin' immortal/ that's ya last post eh, so you've basically quit/ put ya heart into that verse, and now your lyrically sick/ I'll provide you with a taste of my medical treat/ I apologize for not introducing you to the concrete/ that's where you'll end up if ya keep tryin' to come at me wrong/ and the difference between our rhymes is that you spit and I foam/ you're a immature little child, so leave ya father alone/ with ya eyes shut wishin' for THE BEST to be dethroned/ it's impossible, similar to a virgin with an STD/ reppin loud on the computer cause in England there isn't freedom of speech/ speakin' of freedom of speech don't push it cause I'll make ya face shatter/ rip out ya intestence, and mishandle ya gall bladder/ tamper with ya brain leavin' you desperate without a clue/ demolish ya lungs, so the machines will have to breath for you/ FUCK THIS SHIT DUN, MY RHYMES ARE ABOUT TO GET HECTIC!!/ Check it/ my words the ammunition and my pen is a weapon/ I'm managing a mission that'll send you to heaven/ what kind of bird are you son? I'm guessing a peasant/ I'm raps supremacy, any less is beheaded/ unlike ya responds, my replies come less than a second/ you'll never defeat me cause I'll get resurrected/ treat ya face like a radio cause ya teeth get ejected/ the fury from my fist is the pain ya jaw met with/ 3:16 is on the ground with the rest of his necklace/ my flow leaves you saddened while in great depression/ I'll come at you with a dose of my lyrical aggression/ It seems like gettin' dissed has become ya secretive fetish/ or an obsession/ with my IMAGINARY sister/ put carmex on ya lips cause they have now formed blisters/ ya knees have been buckled by shots from my four fifth/ I'll excuse my self in ya mouth cause you'll swallow my shit/ and every time you post you seem to commit lyrical theft/ now ya sentence is death, at the very hands of THE BEST/ I'll destroy every attribute of ya physical shape/ havin' ya fam screamin' "PLEASE DON'T BATTLE HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE!!"/ I'll jump in ya mouth and brutally attack ya soul/ Exploit ya hidden weaknesses and make you lose control/ Then travel up ya cerebral cortex and take over ya memory/ You'll go back in time and revisit all your unpleasantries/ Search deep in your anatomy, and invade ya dreams/ It's all in ya head coward, no one can hear your screams/ Before departing ya body, I'll set flame to ya heart/ Make the feelin' of love, hope, and honor rapidly fall apart/ Leave you internally damaged, but now it's time for my exit/ I'm always respected and you lyrically rejected/ furious at American immigration cause you weren't selected/ left freezin' in the cold helplessly naked/ now I got you ponderin' "DAMN THIS AINT WHAT I EXPECTED"/ Now I'm not Nas, but realize that I'm STILL on top/ I'm hot and you're not/ and constantly stay copped and you flopped/ and if you ever come to Queens I believe you'll get dropped/ popped and robbed/ cause thuggin is a typical day job/ read the papers dun, my niggaz always reck shop/ at ya computer screen hot headed beggin' me to stop/ aight then nigga, this time I'll let you off easy/ that's what you say during ejaculation with ya palms all greasy....FAGGOT!!!
"Im the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best"
"And you aint fuckin' nothin' nigga cause you on ya PERIOD"-The Best
"Noooo, he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!! ~1~
― The Best, Wednesday, 23 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"you'll never defeat me cause I'll get resurrected"-The Best
― The Best, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Dolo, good to see you return god, you right, I got to give it to Sugar Shane too, but he got to watch out for the hook. If he pulls it off he' become one of the best boxers of all time.
One line...
...Back, after the 3rd time you should you really should know/qoolout you gave me this shit, Back: YOU MY HOE!!!!
― 3:16, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Big J, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Steph, can I ask you one question, do you really want to be called "Smeph"? haha! Steph to smeph to smurf. Thats cool for real though.
― Steph, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hill 3:16 says kazper's a friendly bitch. Get it? Hill? 3:16?
J-Dolo, I been givin it to kazper. The Best has been havin a respectable battle with 3:16, while I'm forced to battle the underdeveloped. But it's good to see you return. Qoolout? The answer is yes. Yes, I got it... LOL
I'm out like chill. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― LOX, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― phooltylt, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
i come harder than one nigga packin two extra nutts/ you soft, like three thick hoes doin' da butt/ cramp my style,be like Fab, with a broke, chipped tooth/ have you sweatin like four fagets, in starter jackets, in a telephone booth// damn thats hot, have your fam butt naked in front of the Air conditioner/ fannin theyself with five pages of the sunday edition/ with my name on the front page, and my pic on the back/and a list of haters, that claim that im whack// now im far from " The Best " at least i know that ,you see/ but i know good and damn well "you" aint fuckin with me/ automatic, leaves your body twitchin sparaticlly/ you mad at me, i wouldn't be, i hate anger/ tragedy//and why you stuck on this "roach thing"/ your'e kinda scarin me "dun"/ you got a lotta fuckin experience squashin bugs just for fun/ i bet your childhood was gruesome, no body picked you for teams?/ they use to taunt you in the corner cause your low self esteem?// just grow up son, its over, you dont have to squish bugs/ it seems to me you need a psyciatrist and a hug/or a really good barney movie, and a P-B-and J,/ some milk, a pat on the back, and a big "it's okay"//but on the real you might as well put your hair in a bun/ cause your daddy wanted a daughter, not a sensitive son/ ................ (yawn) .....you tire me nigga, im damn near dying for sleep./ i think you need a nap too, maybe your style wont be weak,.....
goodnight, dont let the "bed bugs" bite.
― kazper, Thursday, 24 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I don't consider it a loss," Jay's longtime business partner Damon Dash said. "It was a freestyle against a song. I feel if we're gonna battle we should keep it in the street. Don't put it on radio. It commercializes it. Then you have too many people judging it. ... When you're on top for a long period of time, they're probably gonna go with the person who hasn't been on top for a long period of time. 'Super Ugly' was just a freestyle that was meant for mixtapes, but it got put on such a bigger venue, it was considered a song."
The Roc-A-Fella mogul implied that Jay may be cooking up another comeback on either his upcoming Best of Both Worlds duet album with R. Kelly or the sequel to The Blueprint.
"If anybody knows Jay-Z, they know what he's gonna do," Dash said. "He'll never leave any questions unanswered. That's all I could say."
Oh yeah, I heard that it took him 2 hours to record "Super Ugly." I don't know if that's true or not, but if it took 2 hours, that's no longer a freestyle. Right? Maybe it started as a freestyle.
"You'll never defeat me cause I'll get resurrected"-The Best
"Yawn, young kazper, you at it again?/once more H3K has to pick up the pad and the pen//I gotta SIXTH SENSE, so kazper, your lies are feeble/when I'm readin your rhymes I SEE DEAD PEOPLE//yeah, when I was a kid, I stomped roaches and smacked hoes wit powder/so kazper, bustin yo ass in this thread gives me nostalgia//kazper, I already said that your style was played/my lyrics comin too fast, they be leavin you dazed//I got the mic skills that yo whole family crave/I hit you harder than White boys hittin acid at a rave//I hit you harder than niggas hit bitches when runnin a train/address my flow as Jeffrey Dahmer cuz they eatin ya brain//kazper, tell the truth, dawg, you fiendin for my penis/but when I decline, it's from my heart so you know that I mean it//you're my ho and you're my bitch, but you can never be my woman/I'm only interested in you as long as them numbers keep comin//and them tricks keep turnin, I don't care if you can't breath easy/you's my muthafuckin ho! yo job is to please me//you say I need a hug, you must want to hug me, bitch/but I don't hug no ho, no tellin what disease I might get//I'm glad you know you ain't the best, cuz you lack lyrical wealth/but Big Hill snatched the crown and I'm keepin it for my self/H-3-K, he started this online rap shit/damn, kazper, how many times you gon respond with a wack diss?/I suggest you find an empty room and stick ya hand in yo puss/before kazper the cowardly roach, becomes kazper, the cowardly mush..."
"And I'm out this muthafucka!" - Bernie Mac
Wassup "Full Tilt"." I respect you comin in here like an adult. Fuck all that tip toein around shit. Say what you gotta say. Before I go, I wanna give Qoolout a shout out, J-Dolo a shout out, H*WOOD a shout out, young ma Steph a shout out, and the imposter a FUCK YOU! Where you is, boyee???
For my nigga 3:16... I! lace kazper with shit that's lethal, WILL! you claim you write yo shit but you do NOT! respect his weak ass lyrics LOSE! I'm laughin when I hear em...
For my nigga Big J...WHat you talkin bout, kazper?
For my nigga The Best...Oh no! He's leaving! Who? Who's leaving? Hill's Pest Control...
I'M OUT LIKE MY USIN ALL CAPS ASS NIGGA LOX. ONE!
― Hillis 3000, Friday, 25 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Goodnight. Don't let this rabid pit bull bite..."
Anyways, IM GETTIN SICK AND TIRED OF THESE NEW RAPPERS TRYIN TO REMAKE SONGS THAT AINT EVEN THAT OLD!I saw on bet that fag ja-rule and that slut j-lo REMADE A CLASSIC GRAIG MACK FLAVA IN YA EAR!!! THOSE TWO SONS OF BITCHES!!! and that bitch lil mo did the beat on snoop doggs song i forget what its called but its the one where they say sippin on gin and juice. and im gettin annoyed by these little motherfuckers like Nelly saying they the best. and like im thinkin LOX wil i might retire from this damn board cuz it aint fun anymore we got fags like 3:16 and kazper actin like they run it and we have the faggot imposter whos either 3:16 or kazper as well but who ever it is fuck you and that smeph shit was gay as hell.
"why in the hell am i locked in and they let them white boys free"- 2PAC MOTHER FUCKERS IM OUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
― Big J, Friday, 25 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Like I said J, didn't think so.
Best, Back, Butt, WHAT! "you say your rhymes are in DEMAND but your hip hops been grounded/never beat the kid thats lyrically rounded"
Like I say retard, I WILL NOT LOSE! I used Ether cos it was the 1st track i listened to when I came up with them lines. It was in my CD player you fuck. You got those where you from, CD, Compact Disc. You should get them in a few years time.
"So you read the lyrics now you clyinically depressed/3:16 in charge, so you being oppressed/HEARD IT ON THE GRAPEVINE you was seen in a dress/your "imaginary sister" just got nutted on the chest"
Yo I just played GTA3 for the first time! WOAH! Ran over a cop, stole his car, got out to hit some dudes with a bat, started a big ass rumble like Tyson/Lewis, and got hit in the head about 4 times with a baseball bat after killing about 5 dudes. i got to get myself a PS2!
Steph, Smeph, whatever. I didn't really think it was you, but you know, smeph sounds kinda cool! HAHA!...
"3:16 says, I JUST WHOOPED YOUR ASS!"
― 3:16, Friday, 25 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Friday, 25 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)