Aiyo Hillis, mad verse dun, that's right smash on these Eddie Kane Jr. ass niggaz. These cowards wouldn't be tight if they repped a size 26 jeans. "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"YOU CAN HATE ME NOW.....BUT I WON'T STOP NOW"-Nas
― The Best, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
See dudes are taking this personal now. You can tell that they're getting heated over this shit. Hey Best, don't get your panties in a knot. If you so nice why do you need your man to hold you down? I guess your just used to dudes holding you down in all possible ways. Get at me.......
― Rob-bre, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― movenistic, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
http://urgent.rug.ac.be/vinylators/audio/nas_hot97rootsdiss.mp3
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought1.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought2.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought3.rm
http://www.real-hiphop.com/nu-rhhsite/thought4.rm
Hill,.... i only typed a couple of lines, did that make you upset?/you use to getting a whole verse? i never meant to neglect/i didn't know you wanted that much attention from me/but from now on, i'll make sure i'll give you more b'fore i leave//i give props where props is due, DONT confuse that with ridin your dick/ i like AUTOMATIC pussy, got no love for a STICK/ so if i say i like a line from your Previous verse/learn to take a compliment nigga, b'fore ya arteries burst// cause i told ya bout them heart attack black folk's is havin now/slow ya temper, cool ya nerves nigga, "dont have a cow"/what kinda question is that? " what kinda dildo do i use?"/ bitch i use a Diamond Studded Plutonium Pecker,........ to leave ya ass battered and bruised.// ever been hit in bust cross ya mouth, with a chrome plated dick?/ pulled out ya mammy golden puss, and rubbed right cross ya lips?/ keep fucken roud' playa, im bound to make that shit happen/all because some nigga lied and said that you could make it out here rappin// bitchboy, i graded your test, you guessed almost all of them incorrectlly/you got your name and date right, but i graded that indirectly/so i figure that make you stuck, or stupid, i'll let you pick,/and while im rethinkin my strategy,you sit back and play with Robs dick......
done.................
― kazper, Monday, 11 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Aiyo, check it:
So you've developed enuff skill to come off last time?/ Incorrect, you still re-spittin' the same square ass rhymes/ How many times you gone conclude that my "shit is wack"?/ Aiyo a versatile vocabulary is what you lack/ You sound upset cause another vet had my back?/ Well I'm takin' all the blame for ya loss in this match/ your content represents a mere past of "he"/ who has just learned "his" prerequisted ABC's/ ya wordplay is so simplistic, so G is for GARBAGE/ this nigga's catchin' attitudes like Fernando Vargas/ speakin' of gimmicks take a long deep stare in the mirror/ realize ya WACKness on this thread couldn't be any clearer/ now you've made ya point known that ya name is Rob/ and it's not wise to battle you blah, blah, blah/ speakin' irrelevance, plain foul gibberish shit/ I don't care who you stand for or who you rep with/ you in the way of verbal heat, arrange plans to get hit/ rappin' stupidity spits fuckin' lyrical misfit/ check out my alias dumbass, how could you miss it?/ And "LAME" should be the last word to leave ya mouth/ it's a perfect term describin' what u all about/ now if I seen you on the "streets" I'll go pound for pound/ but you wouldn't box, instead you'll be jockin' my style/ When? Where? What? Who? and especially How/ does he rock his tims like that and his ice berg jeans?/ You're a nuisance I'm movin' on to bigger and better things....."F-A-G-O-L-O- U-S ass nigga" "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"If we battled on a U-Haul truck ya flows still wouldn't move me"-me
"If you put ya money where ya mouth is my cock would be a millionaire"-Chino XL
― The Best, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― kazper, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Squirlplise, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Steph, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
In a business that reinvents itself at every turn, Alex Chilton has managed to survive for three decades with a three-fold career as well -- his early recordings with the Box Tops, the three albums he did with Big Star in the mid-'70s and the spate of cool, but chaotic, solo albums he's recorded since then. To some, he's a classic hit-maker from the '60s. To others, he's a genius British-style pop musician and songwriter. To yet another audience, he's a doomed and despairing artist who spent several years battling the bottle, delivering anarchistic records and performances while thumbing his nose at all pretenses of stardom, a quirky iconoclast whose influence has spawned the likes of the Replacements and Teenage Fanclub. For a guy who grew up in and around Memphis, there isn't anything remotely Southern about Alex Chilton. Although fully aware of his surroundings and in tune spiritually with its most lunatic fringe aspects, Alex Chilton's South has more to do with genteel Southern intellectualisms than rednecks. Chilton started playing music in local Memphis high-school combos, alternating between bass and rhythm guitar with a stray vocal thrown in, finally working himself up to professional status with a group called the DeVilles. After acquiring a manager with recording connections tied to Memphis hitmakers Chips Moman and Dan Penn, Alex and the group -- newly renamed the Box Tops -- recorded "The Letter," a record that sounded White enough to go number one on the pop charts and yet Black enough to track on R&B stations, too. Chilton was still in his teens, but armed with a strong conception of how pop and R&B vocals should be handled. With the hand of vocal coach Dan Penn firmly in place, the hits kept coming, with "Cry like a Baby," "Soul Deep" and "Sweet Cream Ladies" all showing visible chart action. The Box Tops were stars by AM radio singles standards, but tours in general opened Chilton's eyes to the world and what it had to offer. And what that world seemed to offer to Alex was a lot more artistic freedom than he had as nominal leader of the Box Tops. After a few errant solo sessions, Chilton found himself in Big Star with singer/guitarist Chris Bell. Their blend of ethereal harmonies, quirky lyrics and Beatlesque song structure appeared to be radio-friendly, but distribution for their label, Ardent Records, spelled disaster. With Bell gone and the label literally hanging on by a thread, Chilton went into the studio with producer Jim Dickinson and attempted to put together the third Big Star album. These sessions, now known as Sister Lovers, are legendary in some quarters. So much has been read into this recording, primarily the myth that Chilton became a pop artist who, in the face of critical success but commercial apathy, suddenly rebelled against the system and became a "doomed artist on a collision course to Hell." Chilton himself dismisses all such romantic notions: "I think that to say that it's a fairly druggy sort of album that is the work of a confused person trying to find himself or find his creative direction is a fair statement about the thing." Around 1976, Chilton started producing a wild cross-section of solo outings for various foreign and American independent labels, all featuring his love for obscure material, barbed-wire guitar playing, howling feedback and bands who sounded barely familiar with the material. Plugging into the bohemian punk rock scene of New York City, Chilton's anarchic approach and attitude fit the scene like a glove. In addition to his gigging and performing schedule, Alex also produced the debut session by the Cramps, helping to land their deal with I.R.S. Records. Chilton was getting legendary enough to end up having a song by the Replacements named after him. Through the late '80s into the early '90s, Alex split his time between recording, gigging overseas plugging his latest release and playing oldies shows in the U.S., reprising his old Box Tops hits. In the early '90s, Chilton -- relocated to New Orleans, his demons behind him -- began releasing a series of excellent solo albums on the newly revived Ardent label and even participated in a couple of Big Star "reunions."
― IB Banging, Tuesday, 12 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Aiyo, Squirrel Police what the **bleep** was that you just posted up? I could barely link ya bars together dun. I would have been better off tryin' to learn the native Portuguese tongue. So in conclusion, you're not worth my reply, try spittin' another verse and maybe, just maybe I'll lyrically humiliate that ass AGAIN......"NEW COMER"!! Ah Q, it's all internet love dun. Steph, how u been? Long time no hear. I know you gettin' tired of all this "beefin", but you have these apprentices comin' at THE BEST, and I have to put them in their places. Thanks for reppin' me though. Ah, Wiz you mad crazy yo callin' duke ROD-GAY.....LOL, but I still don't understand how can you still be holdin' down Jay Z after Ether("People Are Talkin" and "Super Ugly" is sub-par, and "Don't U Know" is STRAIGHT WACK!!). Kazper, I see you aren't the only one who realizes that "Rob-Breana's" lyrics are "immature", mad hilarious wo. HILLIS, wuz up my nigga, get at these CRABS!! Big J, LOX, Dolo, S. Sage, shyt even the British coward where yall at? Hollywood J. keep holdin' this shyt down dun. To every other vet I've missed....."OH WELL!!" "Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!~1~
"I found this world to be a beautiful place/ had niggaz opinions ruinin' my musical tastes"-Nas
― Rob, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
For Chico, the friendly ghost...
"damn, lil roach, you still crawlin around?/and comin up with raps that make Outkast's Whole World frown?//talkin shit, but I see you still gave me a whole verse/tell a bitch to do somethin, he does it! Oops! Did that hurt?//just call it like I see it, so keep on workin the block/silly rabbit, tricks is for hoes, so kazper, keep open the twat//no dick from day one, pop's emotional little girl/flat chested, no ass, with a nappy ass curl//but hoes can be ugly, just keep lyin flat on ya back/cuz if you get up, I'm knockin you back down with the proverbial pimp slap//that shit about Rob's ghostwriter? didn't I say that about you?/you would love to be Hillis, fool, and you've shown everyone the proof//so I did get dick ridin confused, a simple mistake is all/I'd never let you near my dick; you only BEGGIN for my balls!//I spit soap bars, nigga, cuz my shit is so clean/my lyrics hit like Cassius Clay, I be comin so mean//I'm deadly as hell, a lyrical lethal injection/kazper, you love how I do my thang, I'm never neglected//blast from the past! Hillis 3000 is uncontested/kazper is rejected, infected, and disrespected//didn't make all that up myself, but it still applies/whether rubbin out a ROACH, or swattin away flies//I'm cold like a New England winter, so kazper, put on a sweater/since makin niggas name feminine is so popular, how bout I label you KAZPERETTA?"
Next Victim? millivenistic...
"ended my ROACH problem earlier, now I gotta spank this annoying brat/ya mama may have spoiled you, but I'll have none of that//I'm glad you read the dictionary; increase your vocab/but you stoppin me is like Barney of the Simpsons at a bar with a low tab//it will never happen! you're too young for this game/go to Toys R Us and look for ages 2 to 4 by the name//this for grown ass men, not roaches, brats, and pedophiles/so run along and play; what? you still in denial?/never back down to lil kids, I just teach em life lessons/don't fuck with Hill and maybe you can enjoy God's blessins//so remember, LIL MO, a mind is a terrible thing to waste/and keep tryin me, defeat will be the only thing you taste..."
Last, and possibly least, Vanilli the Pedophile...
"I'm the H to the I to the double L/Rob came in here to get the crown, but all he's gettin is hell//I been in it with Best before, so I know he can handle his own/I only came after you to lay defense to my throne//speakin of THRONE, T-H-R-O-N-E/look at your very first post: is that how you spelled it, Rob-bre?/I simply shake my head at a pedophile amongst men/and a dumb ass nigga that spells "THRONE" T-H- R-O-W-N!//don't let the homonyms throw you off, that's how I know you're not ready/child molestin ass faggot with a backbone like spaghetti//Best, is it blah, blah, blah? or yadda, yadda, yadda?/imagine this Dollar Store fool tryin to pass himself off as Prada//R-O-B, fuck around and get slapped quick/you chasin lil children now cause you were forced to suck Pap's dick?//simply pathetic, grown ass man stuck on little kids knees/you think you can take the crown? NEGRO PLEASE!"
Hey Chico and Milli Vanilli, do you like apples?
"WELL, I'M CHEWIN YA GIRL'S NIPPLES! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, ASSHOLE?" - Big Pun
I'm laughing at you now.
Hmm... Maybe kazper is in Milli Vanilli, cuz they ain't do they own shit either. And since kazper tryin to be me by bringin up ghostwriters, Rob is in it, too. So kazper, since y'all in a group together, maybe you should watch out for ya lil boy's knees. Oh, another thing: LOL @ Lil Mo!
What you talkin bout, Steph...is? This board ain't hardly shit. I mean, y'all folks who want to talk about hip-hop rarely say somethin. I mean Qoolout and Wiz are the only ones who are consistent with non beef posts. And Best be respondin. Shit, if y'all talk about hip-hop, I'll reply. But I probably won't bring up nothin new. Right now, I'm a "responder." But just for you... I think all rappers are in it for the money. Obviously. Rappin is fun, and if I could make a lot of money doin it, that's what I would do. Sellin out is not making a few lightweight songs to add to your fan base. For example, I know on Reasonable Doubt or Illmatic, neither of the two artists did anything remotely pop. But damn, after they gained a fan base, they did some lightweight songs to attract more fans. Ain't nothing wrong with lightweight as long as it isn't gay. Where am I going with this? I don't know. But I never felt The Roots anyway, so I gives a fuck. But if they do a song with Jigga, that's just they biz. Jigga is not pop, he just does a few club bangers for hip-hop's less dedicated fans. SO WHAT?! Do you think football players only come to entertain the die- hard fans? Do you think they would quit football if only bandwagon people attended they games? Hell naw! If the money's right, they gon stay, no matter who is in the stands. And rappers want their albums bought by whoever. They don't give a fuck. Black, white, PURPLE AND GOLD (how you like that Best?), red, yellow, whatver! Nas included. That nigga ain't special. Fuck! Just let them rappers make they damn songs! Buy what you want, and be happy with muthafuckas. Damn!
I'm out like Second Sage from this thread. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Anyway fuck that.best l done read your post and you came up with some solid truths there.ok lam a gentleman and l'll admit you're right,that niggaz nas seemed to have got his house in order.l just read this interview....
http://www.sohh.com/thecore/read.php?contentID=3335&pageID=2
and nigga actually admits that he had gone commercial.he also admits that the beef boosted his album sale,so l geuss he is serious about going bac to illmatic and staying there.and to top it all off l just heard "black zombies",on hiphopgame.com and nigga is spittin some real lyrics so yeah l think he has redeemed himself.Lam l the only one gettin tired of hearin nas usin that phrase...."going full circle". he says it almost every interview.
Can any one school me on the beef btwn Jay-z and 50 cent,and jay-z and Cannibus.where did it all start.Best l agree that nas ate up Jigga,with ether and jigga's responses was weak.But we all know that Jigga is an arogant nigga and he wont let shit pass just like that.Besides he really wanted that king of NY real bad.Besides the original king always rapped about guns bitches and money l dont see why its bad when jay-z does it.l think y'all gotta look out for the joint album with R kelly,coz jigga is comin bac,he recently said that the beef they have had so far was pre-season ,l'll find you the link later.Also whats with R-Kelly and filmin himself fuckin a 14 year old.after marryin aaliyah ....damn.
------throw in the towel,lam better with vowels---jay-z.
― wizzard, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― J-Dolo, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Niggaz want to blame their wackness on GOD like Mase"-Chino XL
― The Best, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Eat a dick. Your supposed to be a vet to this shit? lol. I aint going anywhere... You love my style!
― Rob, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Why is Rob stuck on stupid?
a) he keeps spelling "THRONE" like T-H-R-O-W-N
b) on his last line, he rhymed "i don't know" with "don't you know?"
c) he posted the same shit twice
d) all of the above
Get back at me people. Quizzes due at the beginning of class tomorrow. Oh and Best, here's a bonus question ONLY FOR YOU... Why do the Lakers have the tightest two colors on they jerseys?
― Hillis 3000, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Some things to think about people.
When l said nas has a boring life,this is what l meant. A bit of history first.
We all know that all the media attention and the court cases,and the violent image did wonders for tupac’s record sales. Tupac was never a hussler,he was neither blood nor Cripp,but he hung wit niggaz from camps.He even used to dress in different colors when he was hangin with different camps,just to fit in.When he started rappin about the shit that he saw as if he had lived it,these dudes started getting pissed off and put him under pressure to prove that he is a thug.That’s why homes used to do some crazy violent shit that seemed demented.when pac moved onto deathrow suge liked pac’s image and encouraged it coz he new it promoted his albums if pac was always in the news and shit.As for biggie that nigga had a lot of promotion coz bad boy was all up in your face promotin their shit.We all know that there is nothing fun about goin onto the internet and chattin with german white-boys whose name is Nastradamus1959 or Stillmatic_101 but nas gotta do these online interviews and stay on radio every day to promote his shit.There is no other way for him.There is nothing wrong with doin interviews,but Nas doesn’t have much goin on in his life like pac did so he quickly runs out of things to talk about and he starts dissin niggaz.Now ask yourself,if nas was a man wouldn’t he have just rung up the roots and settled the beef withem,instead of goin on radio and telling the whole country.He just wants the publicity its gonna bring,and that is wack. Everytime nas do an interview or go on radio he gotta mention rappers names all the time.That’s a bitch move.(is he now a hot 97 DJ).
Qoolout are you familiar with the “Zero Sum” mentality. It’s the belief that some niggaz,like nas and Rob-bre have,that you can only succeed if you put other niggaz down. Tryin to make yourself look good by dissin other niggaz.If Jigga was on radio all the time he would be talking about his movie,his upcoming collabo wit R- kelly,his friendship with Michael Jackson,his luch with Michael Jordan, and his very busy lifestyle in general.But nas doesn’t have shit like that in his life,thoh he still wants to promote his shit with interviews,so what does he do?he starts picking on stupid shits to start beef with niggas.
--Osama Bin drinkin-----
― wizzard, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
---you's a ballerina,l got the pictures l seenya--jay-z.
― Big J, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Leave them lil kids knees alone like WHOA! "Wack" Rob... hey, wiz, that "Rob-bre" shit was gay as hell, wasn't it?
I know you ain't black and don't understand why me and Best goin back and forth with PURPLE and GOLD versus CRIMSON and CREAM? Niggaz still stuck on stupid. Make sure ya dumb ass post ya next reply three times, stupid bitch.
I'm out like that gay ass B-R-E from Wack Rob's (WHOA!) original name. Peace!
Aiyo, Check it:
So you've "paced" yourself and finally caught your lyrical wind/ still not equivalent to you capturin' this lyrical win/ but consequently, this is gonna be your lyrical end/ and when you've lost I never wanna see your lyrics again/ For your sake, stop spittin' cause you produce all slob/ intimidation changed ya name from "Rob- Bre" to "Rob"/ didn't think I'd notice ya heartless ass switchin' your script/ you're not superior mispellin' a word as easy as GLIMPSE/ "BEST to MESS" a clever quote plotted out by ya ghost/ nevertheless, you still recitin' lyrics from ya first post/ I'll deliver a blow to you, impact from telekenesis/ put a h"O"le in ya frame like how I'm eatin' my reeces/ I'm positioned on the pedestal, sittin' next to Jesus/ So "I rule you", now you're demolished to little bits and peices/ The time has now come, there's no resettin' your clock/ This aint BEAT STREET dun, but you'll get POPPED by my GLOC/A Queens native who graduated from the skool of HARD KNOCKS/ the only STYLE you'll have is if you go and purchase the LOX/ Everything I spit I meant, now it's time to roll out/ you mad cause you FEELIN' this verse more than your scroll mouse........YOU HAVE JUST LOST!!
"Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! ~1~
"ya arms to short to box with GOD/ I don't kill SOLOISTS, only kill SQUADS"-Nas (dolo ass nigga take a hint)
― The Best, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
They call me bob/and me and my boy Rob is gonna gonna gonna cut you like a cod/ dont be sad cuz im really rad and your just bad/your dumb ass probably cant even add/but im glad you think your good/ because the niggas around me act just like the boys in the hood/like you wish you could find your wood/ fatass with no class/after reading these they would have to put you in a cast/you some some skills but they wont last/ with me here you might as well sit on your couch and have a beer or fuck a deer/cock sucker!
― Bob, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm out like Bob should be from this thread for saying he was "rad." Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― LOX, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― kazper, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Big J, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Hollywood Jaimison, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
done.
"spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click, squeeze yo clip,.............but hit the right one"
― Rob, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Squirlplise, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
did anyone see the Allen Iverson commercial with Jada? ima get me a pair of those...
"I been in this game for years, its made me an animal theres rules to this shit, i wrote me a manual"-Biggie Smalls
"kazper, didn't you used to call me a sensitive son?/but after reading ya last spit, who's da sensitive one?//pumpkin pie ass nigga, remember when you said ya style was sweet?/eatin them damn words along with ya boyfriend's meat//Squirrel Police said he silenced you; oh, is that true?/then it's obvious you needed to be included with the others in that crew//the filth you rap is smply fit for a pig/the only good thing about your last post was the quote from BIG//pneumonia? please? I'm the Muhammed Ali of this thread/I make medicine sick with these lyrics born in my head//keep talkin that jive, I'ma drop ya in five/lil roach runnin round, better pray you stay alive//label me Tony, kazper, cuz maybe I do sing Soprano/when I empty out the bullets you can hear high-pitched whistling ammo//this thread may be silent, but kazper, you hear me loud and clear/let a packed arena read my lyrics, and the whole crowd will cheer//there's always a chance an STD might get thrown my way/but never from fags, it's young ladies only for H3K//but what about what happens you start fuckin around?/ya ass will get pregnant and soon little roach babies will start crawling on grounds/daddy's emotional daughter, that's kazper at his finest//you're just as lame as Wack Rob, so don't write back whinin//you're slightly better than "Bob": really, only slightly/why don't you battle him cuz you're gonna lose if you fight me//or start a war with lil movenistic, but don't challenge Big Hill/I'm not only an assassin in the lyrical sense; you could literally get killed..."
As The G.O.A.T. asked on his single No More Pain... "Am I reachin yo brain?"
Wack Rob, when I was battling Best, it was a battle of his cutting metaphors versus my lyrical wit. No matter what you preferred, it was at least interesting, and we were always complemented. Nigga, now it's Best's cutting metaphors versus your lyrical shit. You have minimal lyrical skills, and that whole "Best" to "Mess" is pitiful. "The Worst" would have been more creative and even THAT is as plain as day. And Squirrel Police, I ain't got nothin against you, but I don't really be feelin your comebacks. They don't really do nothin; they're just there. I mean you have your moments, but I can actually feel Nchekwube's shit flow. Hell, I feel kazper and Wack Rob's shit flow, even though Rob's lyrics are sub-par, and kazper's disses are basically mine reworked and subsequently KILLED. And wiz, I know you was tryin to get back on Jay/Nas, but you need to come with some mo lyrics. I wanna see what else you got, dawg. Just a few lines, then you can discuss rap. Best, you need 3:16 back, cuz y'all was going back and forth on some good shit. Oh well, them was the days.
Another thing Wack Rob, I gives a fuck about how long the Lakers have been wearing PURPLE and GOLD. The PURPLE and GOLD I'm talking about... Best know what I mean, so don't worry about it. Oh and Best, not to hate, but CRISMON and CREAM? Y'all know that be straight red and white. Add blue and y'all could be a bunch of American flags walking around... lol, you know it's all love here, cuz. Go ahead and be a J.A.P.A.N. It's all love.
Qoolout, remember when I changed Manny's name to Anny? Just fuckin wit ya, cuz.
I'm out like Bill Parcells from consideration for the Bucs job. Peace!