― Squirlplise, Thursday, 31 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty a third time fellon just hit what over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came"-Inspectah Deck
― Big J, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And about rap influencing people to do crazy shit, it aint nothin but white people doing that dumb ass shit.
"Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed We don't discriminate man over color/creed They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture and German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence? Kidnap the truth, and destroy the black evidence"-RZA
― Qoolout, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"My flows reflect the Good Samaritan cuz I'm the nicest/they similar to a 90 lb. virgin, they the tightest//like an amateur to Lennox Lewis, you don't wanna fight this/but I'm loved like fried chicken, and haters wanna bite this/bustas don't try this, my flows is platinum plated/y'all shit is like Bin Laden, worldwide but hated//like a 90 year old with colon problems, constipated/or Patrick Ewing's contribution to b-ball, overrated//while I'm as smooth as Iverson's cross, I can't be comprehended/or like Shaq 2 feet from the basket, I can't be defended//I peeped yo shit on mixtapes, and that shit was horrendous//animosity everywhere, people beggin me to end it//throw on a beat, and listen to a style that's so smooth/my flows is more enjoyed than a mug of cold booze//y'all flows is like muskets, widely outdated/my shit is like kids and Christmas, highly anticipated//the Muhammad Ali of rap, simply cuz I'm the greatest/my popularity is nationwide and growin unabated//not sayin names, but I shake my head when some of y'all post/gotta run to the bathroom quick, cuz some of that shit is gross..."
Last line: innocent rhyme or subtle stab? Hmmmm...
Big J, I can't tell if that's you, cuz you normally don't use any capital letters, but anyway, I agree about AI. He's definitely in the top 5 of impact players in the league. 6'1" droppin 40+ every thre or our games? THat screams "ALL-STAR!"
The Best, protect ya ass! After they get through whuppin it, ice it down or something or get a special pillow or somethin. But afterwards, it'll be worth it cuz you'll be "J.A.P.A.N." (Get it? J.A.P.A.N.?)
3:16, did the real Harrison Bush ever stand up?
I'm out like Donovizzle McNeezy from the playoffs(eezy). Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― LOX, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
just out........
― kazper, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ummmmmmmm........uhh.... out.
my rimes are deep yours are shallow/when l spit you swallow/my thoughts sharper than an arrow/your mind is narrow/nigga you talkin out the wrong end of your gut/you but/that shit is wide coz its used to gettin fucked/for 2 bucks/my thoughts chastise your amature mind/spittin the rime/to ricochet and damage ya spine/nigga you petty as a fart/l whip ya ass before l start/listen up/l grab his neck and l twist him up/look at his bitch and then l ask her,"is this enough"/l'mna laybac and paybac kasper for dissin us./trynna fuck withme/try your luck withme/better duck quickly/before l spank you son/your rimes are second to JD thats where l rank you son.
― wizzard, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
kasper step the fuck down,you aint on my level.
trynna make it fuckn famous,/outa rappin/..spittin lyricks out ya anus/ it wont happen/impatient like a thug in prison/you sick of livin/trynna blowup till you fuck fizzin/motherfucker/see rimes are like wine/they improve with time/you need about a century till you can fuck wit mine./lyrically l blow your mind,like t’n’t/rime better than the combination of three MC’s/you fuckn friendly ghost/after reading my post/you’ll be too scared to hold ya tote/thoh we on opposite coasts./nigga let me take you out,not like a bitch but like trash/wizard comin out flaming/makem dash like damon/its me the potent don/you fuckn pokemon./leave you bloody with thick stains/when l spit game/you eat it and shit flame/you suck dik like jigga did to big kane/like jigga did when big came/l’m lyrically sick man/it don’t take a lot to knock you down/whatya expect when that nigga’s role model is foxy brown.
will be back nigga, i gots work....... (shaking my head)
― Squirlplise, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Steph, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Yeah that was me Hillis and i think AI is 5'11-6. And why the fuck do i keep hearing all this bangwagon sayings like "Shaq is the most dominant player" and hes sooooo dominant he gets 20 points and 6 rebounds agame...yeah real special. and all the laker fans i talk to always be like "the lakers will turn it on during the playoffs" well guess what SO DOES EVERY OTHER FUCKING TEAM. and dont be surprised when the Kings beat or come close to beating the Lakers, thats right Big J told yall first hahaha.
Damn and who are wizzard and squirel or whatever the hell? damn kazpers still here? Whats over Steph? Your period? lol calm down you know someone had to say it.
Aiyo, Check it:
Everything that you have spit, I've addressed previously/ you don't want a lyrical battle, you're wise?, so just leave/ examining my flows like a "detective", but aint "arresting" shit/ I'm THE BEST dun, type my alias while holding shift/ Squirrel Police is pathetic, his rhymes are quickly losing steam/ so quickly the heat rises, flaming him and "his team"/ so supreme/ I reign higher than all of your opponents/ can't figure the kid out cause of mysterious components/ my flows TWICE as nice, my skills TWICE as great/ so while you spit ya metaFOURS I create metaEIGHTS/ so vacate this thread before I'm forced to evict you/ or kick you the fuck out like practicing Ninjitsu/ I spit lines that split domes, leavin' you with an OPEN MIND/ so you can UNDERSTAND your defeat arose from spittin' hopeless rhymes/ I hold divine, liquid sword, Queens slang, my flows are crimes/ leave you in frozen time, interpretating visions I owe the blind/ you have the nerve of labelin' my verses as inane?/ your inaccurate hypothesis of outspittin' me is insane/ you'll have to defeat me on this thread to gain fame/ but your mission's impossible, I'll leave you mentally deranged/ it's a shame/ cause you're a neophite in the game/ but battlin' me, the outcome will forever be the same/ it'll never change/ this "dispute" has concluded before it even began to develop/ Who advised you to challenge me?, you've been lyrically set up/now SHUT UP!!......"NEW COMER"!!
"YOU HAVE JUST LOST"-THE BEST
"you couldn't mute me if ya other alias was Strep Throat"-THE BEST
"Why is the sky blue?, why is water wet?/ Why did Judas rat to the Romans while Jesus slept"-Nas
"Noooo, he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! ~1~
― The Best, Friday, 1 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
First off Wizzard, I wasn't speakin' of you dun. I was only addressing the "federal" nigga Squirrel "Police". And as for you being one of the "first five niggaz" on this thread, WHO GIVES A FUCK!! Trust me wo, if I would have found this thread earlier I would have been posting earlier. Now for Nas, I have been reppin' dun FOREVER!! I've supported this nigga since Main Sources live at the BarBQ back in '91, so basically your statement of niggaz just now liking Nas after "Ether" doesn't pertain to me. Speakin' of others, you're probably of of those niggaz who just copped ILLMATIC because of the beef with "Jaz" or after hearing Stillmatic, and now wants to call "nas a poet"?
"Queens representa, anything else would be absolutely ludacris"-THE BEST
"Don't argue with fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words"-Nas
― The Best, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
believe me dun if l had beef wit you,you'd be the first to know.l'd make it really clear. ---nas on pac-------- "l think like you do,roll with about 2 irons"
"if you ill come get me coz l aint runnin/if ya guns on the hook then we both be gunnin"
"you too feminine to kill again,jail got you soft/you talk but you scared to gobac up north" ----
"If we battled on a U-Haul truck ya flows still wouldn't move me"-The Best
"Ya arms too short to box with GOD, I don't kill soloists only kill squads"-Nas
l dont know why every time l post steph gotta respond sayin its over. l really dont wanna go at bitches l leave that to eminem.
------"common sense is less common than cents"...wizzard-----
------"my words are food for thought,yours are just an appetiser"..wizzard----
------"
Sitcha dumb ass back down, I ain't through with preaching/ Think before you reach-in, or your life will be fleeting/ This is harsh but true teaching, ya cryin' now, ya repentant?/ You embarass you family every time you click "send it" / You gotta lotta words, but no talent, just phlegm shit/ Those comebacks you shat, what's wit all dat femme shit/ Dribblin' outta ya mout', next time stop and think about-it/ Can ya really compete? Or will ya rapidly be rout-ed?/ You know your spine'll snap-n'-be a problem if you charge on/ So why continue, does pain give you a hard-on?/ Do ya think ya effete bleats can beat Squirrely's hurled-heat?/ Irons is for curling, not burning your own buttcheeks/
― Squirlplise, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The Best puts down his Electrical Engineering Power Generation text, and shakes his head at Squirrel Police's wack rhymes.
You're not prepared, but prepare to get verbally impaired/ this nigga rhymes like he created E=mc squared/ you're not intelligent, so stop the dissertation spits/ fuck a fam, you EMBARASS YOURSELF when hittin' "Submit"/ I bet this fiction cat still reps a jerry curl/ check his name out, he enjoys ARRESTING SQUIRRELS/ and you caused yourself a lyrical catastrophe/ as a result of my microphone mastery/ my flows are never "rehearsed", always spittin' something new/ you couldn't figure out my style if ya name was Nancy Drew/ here's a clue/ my style's considered to be exquisite/ I'm verbally proficient, and you're lyrically deficient/ I'm THE BEST, and there's hardly any doubts or questions/ now your level of envy is headed towards obsession/ I could be wrong based on the way you handle rejection/ you didn't tell 'em how ya moms left you with an erection/ I passed ya TEST with a 100%, DAMN I'M PERFECTION!!/ My lyrics are never biten, but however I'm still hungry/ and eatin' SQUIRRELS for lunch is the only thing to calm me/ You're now trapped, and checkmated by two of my rooks/ battles over, lemme get back to my Engineering book....."NEW COMER" "If you put ya money where ya mouth is my cock would be a millionaire"-Chino XL
― Big J, Saturday, 2 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Sunday, 3 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Look on the ground, a young squashed roach carcas/the pulse isn't there, so the soul has departed//of all the humans who stomp roaches, I stomp the hardest/and of all niggas not close to my level, kazper is the farthest//1 roach, 2 roaches, 3 roaches, 4/in just 10 minutes, 40 million more//a bunch of kazper's family members flattened on the floor/no pity for this bitch, and I'm runnin up the score//yo lyrics come in mass repetition cuz you ain't got shit to say/if this is a game then your team don't get to play//since I started this rap shit, I been doin it the longest/why tangle with The Don? I been doin this the strongest//you got a bottomless pit of rhymes? son, you need to keep em there/and take your earlier spits with you, and never tell us where//tell your ghost he's gettin sloppy, and repeatin shit twice/and sorry, kazper, your ghost told me he's jackin up the price//how does H3K know someone else was rappin in ya posts?/well, son, the king over here used to write for ya ghost//but I had to cut him off, cuz he bit the hand that fed him/so under a rundown apartment buildin is where my rejection led him//he's writin lyrics for a young and inexperienced roach/I'm D-1, kazper, you usin a middle school coach!//I'm at the top of the Empire State Building, lookin down on you/while the other folks in this thread simply frown at you//stressed out from you, kazper? Hardly/it's like a parapalgic on Vince Carter, no way you can guard me//so kazper, I gotta dip, so leave me alone, sucka/Oh no, he's leaving! Who? H3K, muphukas..."
The Best, how bout that last line???
I'm out like like them first two bitches from Destiny's Child. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Sunday, 3 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Sunday, 3 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Big J lam addressing you directly...if you think lam childish for claimin my dues then you ought to try thinking with your head.....thats what the rest of us think with.
And l aint cowerin if you wanna bring it then bring it.
shout out to Qoolout and all the real niggaz up in here.
.
― wizzard, Sunday, 3 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Big J, Sunday, 3 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
let me try and explain it one last time.
When l said l pioneered those statements l meant that before l made them,niggaz was tryin to decide who was a better rapper nas/jay-z or who would win the beef.so by using those words (which l didnt necessarily invent)l was sayin that its not possible to define who is better because their styles are different.l just clarified shit for niggaz.
so big j if you ever go on a thread where people keep talkin about "men who fuck men/men who get fucked by men" and you give them the word faggot.,and they accept it and start usin it.(And flood your inbox with,"respect,word,etc")Its not your word,but its your contribution.you deserve recognition for it.Maybe they knew it but just hadnt thought of it.
oh you aint feelin me,fine/it costs you nothin pay me no mind.--jay-z
― wizzard, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"The solar system stand still Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's Capital J"-Me from P
"What's wrong with motherfuckers, When will the ever learn Keep playin with that fire, And that ass is gettin burned"-Vita
― Big J, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"kazper, why test The Don when you lack the potential?/you stay at the same level while my growth is exponential//I'm fit to rule the world, I got excellent credentials/rippin through the friendly bitch without an instrumental//check it, I been blessed by God, but He simply cursed you/everybody in the thread knows what a kazper verse do//it make you laugh or shake you head and on occasion puke/picture a high school guard tryin to hold Jason Williams of Duke//that's the image you get of kazper vs. Hillis/I guess we know what idiot doesn't have a village//yeah, I stole your line, you was usin it wrong/I improved your old flow while you tried on your boyfriend's thong//the reason I shred your soul is cuz my vocab is extensive/and the price you pay when fuckin with me is simply too expensive//I got a plethora, a myriad, and a multitude of disses/did kazper tell everybody here how he sits down when he pisses?//Oops! Did I let the proverbial cat out of the bag?/are you now gonna be the laughingstock of all your fudgepackin fags?//Sorry bout that, shawty, please forgive me like Jesus/I promise I want reveal anymore of your secrets//like the time you sucked the dicks of the members of the Taliban/or about your late night rendez-vous with the Tossed Salad Man//Oops...I...did it again!/I exposed your for the bitch you are, and left you with no friends//your dignity is gone, never to return/see what happens when you fuck with Hill? he makes your soul burn..."
Another masterpiece to add to the repertoire...
HELL YEAH! GO PATRIOTS! I bet somebody $5 that the Rams would not win the Super Bowl. It was lookin ugly for me, but them Pats pulled it out and saved my ass! Yeah, boyeeeeeeeeeee!
wizzard, nothin personal, but how come you use "1" to replace "I?"
I'm out like time for the Rams in Super Bowl 36. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
oh and i have to say props on yo shit, you gave it to the squirrel cop....
hillis come her puppy,..... thats a good boy,.....awww,.....he's a good boy isn't he? yes he is,....
i fuck your whole system up, like you swallowed a spoon fulla napalm,/ is you insured? need to call them niggas at State Farm?/ i lace school busses with car bombs, they send a search party to look for your body and find two thumbs and a palm//half a knee cap, and your right eye lid/ plus a note explaining all the other bull shit crimes i did/you're a born loser, your moms should be ashamed of what she's done/slapped her pussy with a ruler for thinking of havin a son// cause your'e a hard headed, spoiled rotten summa-ma-gun/ gave you props on that verse, now you claim you tha "one"/ or is you mad cause i dicked your girl, and she left you alone/ and had you at the corner store paging, callin Tyrone//and what the fuck is up with you and all these cockroach jokes?/you still on that shit?, i left that shit alone two posts' ago/DAMN DUN,..... just let it go,/ id rather hear you talkin shit bout me fucking your hoe//and you was on the Empire state building til i pushed your ass off/ a hundred and sumthin fuckin floors and you hit the ground soft/ what that make you Adrian?....... a plush ass boy?/ a $3.99 McDonalds happy meal toy?//maybe one of them faggoty little gay tele-tubbies?/ i guess you can learn alot from a crash test dummy/ or maybe not since yo pussy ass just wont stop/ you feel good since you made an apprentice out of that damn squirrel cop//you's a senseless ass nigga, fightin for someone else turf/ im like Gargomel nigga, and you 1/2 Baby Smurf/i get Grammys and Ebony awards for the shit i voice/ you get most improved certificates from Nickelodeons Viewers Choice// compare me like Mike Tyson and Glass Jaw Jones/ i aint gon nibble on your ear, but i'll break a few bones/ grab you by your nostrils and throw you gainst the wall/ you short like a midget sittn on a nickel, and im 6 feet tall//i should leave you alone nigga, you dont want no more drama/havin niggas lookin for you like Bush got Osama/ Hemmed up in a cave prayin to God/ " please Lord,.... i didnt know he'd take it this far."//
done
― kazper, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Quality is my commodity, ya words don't botha me/ Like a pissin' chimpanzee, you splashin' innefectively/ So I smoke you like grass n' pass you to the right/ N' while I'm with the Titans clashin, you home in bed wettin up the night/ Self-control? You lack this, which brings me to a practice that don't smell right: / Your tactic of repeatin' loosely shit that used-be tight/ Stop switchin' my attacks, bitch n' find your own/ Reversin' mine makes _you_ look, ass behind, alone/ I stand, soul surviva, intelli-gent like MacGuyver/ No scratches, dings or dents, untouchable, all blades is bent Look down - now your flesh-is-rent, a failed emcee spec-i-men/ P.S: that means 'a fuckin mess, you didn't learn your lesson' / (dang, I love shuttin' 'em down...)
― Squirl, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
*smug grin*
― Squirplise, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Monday, 4 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Damn, this Emcee Hammer ass nigga still wants to battle. Fuck, leave me alone dun!!
I'm lyrically possessed from QUEENS to New Orleans/ equipped with violent verses that brutalizes this POLICE/ murderous words and verbal gunplay is what I spit/ rhymes straight from the dome, the dictionary's your kit/ who spittin' more lyrical fire iller than mine/ I'm the square root of 81 cause I carry two nines/ that'll lace ya external, leave ya soul hard to find/ this is reality not MACGUYVER, aint no pressin' rewind/ you just another challenger that is waistin' my time/ SO ANXIOUS for ya defeat, are you sure GINUWINE?/ they didn't warn you that the kid's a lyrical mind tackler/ kickin' REAL KNOWLEDGE that'll leave ya frontal lobes fractured/ I have a feelin' that those verses were towards someone else/ think you slick by quotin' "Best", it's a shame on yaself/ Quality huh? well ya lyrics are dyin' for some endurance/ With those bars I hope you have QUALITY death insurance/ disastrous is a perfect term to describe ya flow/ you more fake than the background on the Letterman show/ it's obvious you're on a mad hunt to capture my throne/ it's an impossible feat when you're lyrically ALONE/ go ahead and spill ya guts to the rest of the vets/ you purchased a CASPER so you can try and defeat THE BEST/ I'm a proffesional spitter, check out my emceein' degree/ if you had diabetes you still wouldn't be iller than me/ now nigga don't feel sorry cause I despise takin' pity/ you mad I spotted ya fraudalant ass out like fake titties/YOU SHITTY......"NEW COMER"!!
Hillis and Kazper nice battlin', keep that shyt up niggaz. "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"no forms of weakness I flow for vengeance"-AZ
― The Best, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Q lam feelin ya about J aslo being soft,but l think he's just got a weaknes for bitches.But when J went pop with his 2nd 3rd etc albums,niggaz critisized him,but he was man enough to keep doin his thing regardless.nas doesnt have that strength.he tried to go pop then when niggaz dissed him he went bac and changed his style.when nas came into this shit people branded him the next raakim.thats not what he wanted,he wanted to be a rich rapper even if it meant going pop or claimin.he even said on illmatic that he had dreams of husslin and pushin weight.when he started to live out his dreams niggaz dissed and he cowered.Thats why the roots said (when they were criticised for performin with J)fans need to drop that "high and mighty attitude".coz we all in this for the john doe.illmatic went platinum about the same time as stillmatic (his first and his latest).l am,which niggaz said was pop sold 470 000 in the first week.nas obviously never planned to return the illmatic nasty,it was the critisizm that made him do it.lam not sayin that its bad for nas to go bac to his illmatic roots.l am just sayin whats he gonna sing about in his next album (politics quickly gets boring).there might not be a jay-z beef to boost his sales.nigga has no vision.if he goes bac to singin popular music he's gonna look very confused,and nas doesnt want that...(he might get back on the bottle if he gets critisized).
lastly. HOT97 Interview: Nas:"l think you need to go out of the studio for a while and come back when you've got something to say,instead of just making party records...umm uh uh,l mean theres nothin wrong with party records,theyre good,theyre good party records....."
stupid fuck stop trippin over yourself.stop jumping to the defence before you even been accused.say what you feel and stand up for it."niggaz are going pop and thats bad." you gutless turd.
"--your heart pump project kool aid ya sweet---"J (the real big J)
― wizzard, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hey little trash-per you aint ready to flow,the wizzard’s too strong y’know.
call yourself a rapper when you are phony as fools gold/you nothing but an actor you aint makin moves yo/mad coz l rime twice as well as you do/ask your punk assholic self who the hell your true to/you make me sick to the anus /feelin larger than Uranus/l met lame rappers before but bitch you be the lamest/Beggers aint choosers/punk,will you excuse us/it aint my fuckn fault you grew up to be a loser/my rimes and the Koran are like spiritual sisters/step aside pass the pen l scroll lyrical pictures/runnin thru the parkinlot sippin fuel from gas tankz/so l can spitfire and melt this niggas breast implants/if it rained knowledge you’d be as dry as a bone/turn into a crackhead trynna be as high as my throne/who plays the woman, is it you or is it Elton john/,heard you faggots on the phone sayin “..that felt ‘the bomb’….”/as long as kasper is around make sure your belt is on/that faggot maniac,dunno what kinda X he’s on/you wanna ‘shake that ass for Elton,go ahead l wont spoil it/but quit peepin at men pissin in public toilets/yeah tru l fucked some Indian and even white chicks/while kasper stay suckin on Elton John’s wrinkled white dick/how did your mom give birth to a retard for enquiry’s sake/had her ovaries passed their expiry date/was there a sale at the sperm bank,substandard shit/was she fucked by Brotherman from ‘Martin’ then he abandoned ship/upstairs fifth floor half a grand to hit/you’re a green light nigga lam still reading stop/that means lam red hot/youre……. Green with envy/run to your ghost writer sayin…please defend me/watchin the teletubbies and nigga’s steady jerkin/then he switched to shrek coz that’s nolonger working/GET ZIPPED UP IN PLASTIC YOU FAGGOT BASTARD.
Bitch………don’t make me do this again.
Now for something worth talking about other than this punk ass wizzard
Q, I havent been playing and i havent got past it and i forgot all about the bazooka. and those trunks at that part are tight, ima park one in my garage.
does anyone know if the RR VOL 3 is any good? does anyone know if there are any other tight CD's out? everything is all fucking pop these days my 31 cd collection is dying.
― Big J, Tuesday, 5 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"kazper, we've established that you're dickless, so you couldn't have dicked my girl/but you might have performed cunningulus, the tongue lick and twirl//and shit, I ain't got no problem wit it, I like bi- sexuals/two tongues is better than one on H3K's testicles//callin you a roach is like callin you a bitch/or callin you "kazper," they can easily be switched//so yes, cowardly ROACH, I'm gon keep remindin you of ya species/and rippin you a new one, and leavin yo ass weak- kneed//and as far as repetition goes, I'm not the only one/how many times you gon use that line about a sensitive son?//better to be a sensitive son than an emotional daughter//a crybaby ass bitch, and that's only for starters/not to mention a soft-hearted bastard with no lyrical respect/you battlin the wrong man, and you about to get chin-checked//so everybody, daddy's little girl is over here gettin fucked/but kazper, you enjoyin the shit, and you swallowin all the nut//nasty muthafucka, compare yaself to Gargomel?/the only pussy Gargomel saw was his damn cat Asriel/and remember: Gargomel could never catch the Smurfs/so you compared yaself to a loser that had no chance since his birth//but I'm a winner, young soldier, like the Pats versus St. Louis/respected thread-wide, and my mic skills is proven//kazper, say a prayer to our G...O...D.../take my advice you need to S...T...O...P..."
Sigh. Niggaz stuck on stupid...
I'm out like a homerun hit by Barry Bonds. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I remember when we used to swing on the monkey bars? Remember that?" "Yeah, I remember. I was just tryin to be good at what I do." "Yeah, you also LOOKED good..." "What?" "You used to wear these tight lil red shorts that used to ride all up in yo ass. You still got them shorts?" "What the fuck my shorts got to do with anything?!"
Classic shit. All right, this for my nigga Big J since he like to quote Big E. HA! "Call the coroner! It's gonna be a lot of slow singin and some flower bringin if my burglar alarm starts ringin..." Where that from, yo?
I'm out like Tampy Bay with a coach. Peace!
Ignorance-the wackness of Wizzards post tryin' to rep Jay Z.
Face it dun, Jay "Over" is deceased, Ether has burned his soul. I am not going to argue with you because you are entitled to your opinion. I found out that tryin' to convince someone that Jay "Over" lost the battle to Nas is just like tryin' to convince a Pac fan that Biggie was better than him....IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!
Aiyo but check this out, I have a site where Nas's baby moms's Carmen rips Jay Z a new asshole....YEAH THAT'S RIGHT SHE DISSES THE SHYT OUT OF HIM!!!! This is the link: http:/digilander.iol.it/bsktgen/carmen.wma
One last thing, has anyone heard from Steveina(3:16)LMfuckingAO!! That "holiday" dun is on must be a British thing cause that's the longest "holiday" I've ever known of. Or did my verse "evict"(hint S. Police) his ass. Until next post...."Noooo, he's leaving!" "Who, who's leaving?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! ~1~
"All men are created equal, some are just prettier"-Konceited, Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc. YO YO.....WHAT HILLIS?!!
― The Best, Wednesday, 6 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"no gay ass Sigmas" - The Best "Gay Phi Gay" - my nigga at UTC "Kappa Alpha Why?" - anonymous
Who does that leave? The best muthafuckas (no, not The Best, muthafuckas). You know who they are...
Another thing, back when we were beefin, I wanted to note one of Nas' collabos, but it was counterproductive cuz the dude was from the South AND Jay had done a collabo with him, too. But what you know about your boy Escobar doing a song with Master P-E-N-I-S? LOL. Ain't that some shit?
I'm out like Steph from this thread. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)