― kazper, Thursday, 21 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
'You all clowns have AKA's don't have the balls to put down ya real names"-Manny Skills, get it??
― Manolo'Manny'Guevara, Thursday, 21 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
SPRING BREAK IS FINALLY HERE NIGGAZ!! CAN YOU SAY "GAVISTON, TEXAS.....KAPPA BEACH PARTY!!"
First off, LMAO @ Hillis makin' comparisons to Nas with Master Penis and Juvenile. Dun, how can they "fall off", if they were never on top. Lyrically, both of those dudes are passed extreme WACKNESS. I mean don't get me wrong they were "on top" sales wise, but as far as makin' good music.......HELL NO!! You see, me and you have two different perspectives of the meanin' of an individual bein' "on top" and "fallin' off". You think someone is on top of the game, when their always on t.v., their albums have the most sales, or they are makin' the most money etc.. like Jay, and they've fallen off when they aren't on BET/MTV for a while or the media isn't fallin' head over heels for them like they use to. I look at an artists lyrical content and decide if they have fallen off or not because that is what "rap artists" are judged off of their lyrics, not their production, and to me Nas DIDN'T FALL OFF. Yeah he wasn't on MTV/BET for two years, you didn't hear him on the radio, he wasn't makin' any albums, but that still doesn't mean that he fell off. I'll give you the Oochie Wally verse, that was Nas's WORST verse ever, but it was a image move to improve the celebrity of the Bravehearts. Also, all of the shit Jay spat on the Takeover with the exception of fuckin' Carmen is irrelevant now that Stillmatic is out, but the shit Nas laced on Ether will always be truthful no matter how hard Jay comes back on BP 2.
Now wiz again my answer is Stillmatic because the only tracks on their with disses(indirectly/blatant) are Ether, You're Da Man, and Destroy and Rebuild. I have the limited edition Stillmatic, and they include the joints "Doo Rags", "No Ideas Original", "Black Zombies", and "Everybody's Crazy", and honestly no track on the Blueprint with the exception of "Renegades"(saved by Em), "Song Cry", and "Aint No Love" can touch those joints.
Now back to this tourney thing. My second round vote has to go to J- Dolo, that was a lyrical masterpiece yo.....keep up the fire spittin dun.
Aiyo, Check it:
examinin' mine, ETHER verbal is what you'll discover/ eliminate all my foes with a lethal SOUL BURNER/ my defeat is impossible, I'm a BIBLE discusser/ teachin' my GENESIS to solve their inaccurate NUMBERS/ my lyrical scriptures are blessings imitatin' what GOD DO/ I spit the TRUTH, readin' this you'll think it's a GOSPEL/ I never acknowledge childish emcees because they aren't worth it/ I'm allergic to respondin' against verses that aren't perfect/ witness the hint KAZPER, battlin' you time'll be waisted/ significant name implies ya lyrics are COPIED AND PASTED(ghostwriter)/ make ya flow match ya alias both of them have been FADED/ another "non rapper", the suspect is investigated/ I know his verse bores of bearin' out the same shit TOMATOES/ I'm not MANNY, but for really raise up off of MI HUEBOS/ now my first challenger's lyricism "WAS" weak/ studied my rhymin' scheme teachings on how to be unique/ lyrical journey on his HILL, almost reachin' my peak/ the reason for your improvement is non other than me/ "straight spittin/Great Britian", yo you got's to be kiddin'/ and my sis you aint hittin', what fantasy are you livin'?/ yo ya verse needs some fitness, it's obvious you're not winnin'/ this simple tourney I'm killin', leave you in London "STRAIGHT WIMPIN"/ J Dolo wanted no mo', I killed him with my first verse/ was left solo, felt homo, I forced him into disperse/ destiny's in my palms, so WIZARD you can stop tryin'/ who ever said you were nice, those COWARDS need to stop LYIN'(lion)/ I'm dyin'.....laughin', like Christ I'll get ressurected/ round quatro is reachin', bet ya life I'm selected.........ONE MYSELF!!
Oh and Hillis, my line bros and I are SURVIVIN' DUN. Shit has calmed down a little bit with the pledgin' because our Chancellor put some restrictions on fraternity pledgin' (THANK GOD)!! But for real, I don't know when were goin' to cross those burnin' sands of K A Psi.....I know it's been 1 month, 6 days, 25 hrs., 44 minutes, 41,42,43 seconds and countin' yo. But on the really I'm 1000 til next week......"Noooo, he's leavin!" "Who, who's leavin?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!
"I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace"-Nas
― The Best, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Manolo'Manny'Guevara, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Muthafuckin Mike, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Manny" my real name is actually Adrian Jumaane Hill. If you wanna send me some flowers or love letters and shit, or whatever, then do your thing, son. Since you're a PHONY, I refuse to take you seriously anymore. God forgive me, but this man can't get an H3K bar ever again unless he steps it up or gets his own identity. I know Christians should turn the other cheek, but a BITCH who can't post as HERSELF gets no love like a child molester. So in my best Tony Mantana impersonation... "Enjoy this paragraph, boy... it'll be the last time you see another paragraph like this!" IMPOSTER!
Best, dawg, you ain't bein real with your boy. Now you know good and well all that MTV/BET shit don't have any influence on me. Bling, ice, etc. are irrelevant, too. Now, I do put weight in sales, but only for people who have exhibited longevity. And dawg, as wack as Master Penis's lyrics were, you can't deny how hot he was in the late 90s and to prove it, he even got your boy NASTY NAS to do a collabo with him. So P's success had reached NY. And with Juvenile, 400 Degreez sold 5 million units. That's a lot. The Hot Boys did some good shit in they prime, so even if you thought they was garbage, a lot of people dug em, even the "real" hip hop heads. And as far as Nas falling off, cuz, if you think "Nastradamus" "You Owe Me" (I know, I always bring them songs up) "Street Dreams" "Hate Me Now" Nas and 3LW (sorry Q) and Nas and Mariah Carey were somethin of Nas' Illmatic stature then you're crazy. Them shits are a few examples that Nas got lazy. And thus, he had his fall. And I think him fallin off the hip hop radar while DMX, Ja, Jay, etc. all came to the forefront are reflections of Nas' fall. That's NOT why I say Nas fell. Like I said Best, a lot of Nas' biggest fans have come on here and admitted he tried the pop scene AND admitted he fell off. You're the only one who consistently says Nas never lost it. And while it's mad cool for you to defend YOUR OPINION, you gotta give way to the MAJORITY sometimes. I mean, I could say Beyonce (calm down, Q) is ugly as sin, and it would be MY OPINION, but that doesn't automatically make her ugly. I'm tellin you dawg, Nas has not yet lived up to his potential. He still got mad skills, but I expected a better career. And so did just about everybody else. Even the "real" hip hop heads. But damn, we ain't gonna agree, so the ball's in your court again, playa.
All right, I need to bounce. Holla back, youngin... OOH! OOH! (damn, Fabolous sucks)
I'm out like Duke from the NCAA tournament. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Damn i cant think of a quote!
― Big J, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ITS
LOX BABY AND I KNOW IVE BEEN M.I.A. BUT YOU KNOW IT WAS GETTING A LITTLE BORING IN THIS POST,BUT I SEE WE GOT MY OLD NIGGA MANNY BACK AND I HOPE AM BACK TO STAY ANYWAY HOW YALL LIVIN THESE DAYS AM GOOD.WERE MY GIRL STEPH AT.WELL HOLLA AT YOUR BOY KILLA!!!
― KILLA CAM, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
l cant think of anything to say and y'all know wizzard aint the type to come up in here just to take up space and make the thread take longer to download.l either dont speak or l speak sense.
lam gonna start my goat campaine....eg vote wizzard for complex rimes.
l'm out -----vote wizzard for every line's a classic.-----
― wizzard, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― All-Out, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Changed his name,now he's giving it his ALL/didn't know that was his downFall/I'll put you on LOCK, like that nigga LOX/throw you away in a box/put you in storage,yo you gotta pay homage/not lyrically gifted,dont get a twisted/fuck with me you'll be history like last christmas/Die slow ask J-do he ain't want mo/Jumaine felt the pain got flooded like the rains that hit Tennesee a week ago/I'm a hurricane, fuck you up then move on/now Mike want some?/It aint fun,BigJ and Worst(Best) what up duns/It's all good holding it down for my lil homies 3:16 and H-wood/This orange picker got an MA in International Relations, ya need Patience/a lyricall ass-whipping is what ya facing/......H.L.V.S.
― Muthaflippin Mike, Friday, 22 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Gianacana is the reason Kennedy got killed" Same way I do fools with they so called mic skills I don't break spines, I just sit there and have my crew take care of whats mine This Mobbster style 2002 Have the bullets sent so fast your blood is splling blue I influence these wack ass fools like Henrey Kissinger You better pay attention or you will be a wack ass n***a with spinal bifita I don't need hoes, Hoes need me what the hell I look like calling a bitch from my jeep! I just sit back and watch my money collect stacks while these punk fools sit on the bench like Robert Pack I take the my long arm like Pippin and create a one man trap See the open lane, but the arms pull up next thing you lying in the backcourt slumped that is how the game works One minute you as rich as donald trump the next minute yo ass is lying in the niehborhood dump what else should I say, as once again the kid has proven to you, I am the number one draft pick in this lyrical bid. I can't second guess what this next person is gonna spit who ever it is you better have enough game for the kid..........
― Hollywood Jaimison, Saturday, 23 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hey, Q, you know good and well I don't want to get into that, but as a future lawyer, I'd honestly have to say you have a case. But yeah, I know EXACTLY what you're talking about, and know exactly WHO you're talking about - but now it's spreadin. But I ain't the judge or jury. Plus you have to make your case on your own, cuz. lol... But on the real, I'm waitin for Q, wiz or Dolo to go before I drop my Round 3 verse. I been goin kinda early so I'd like to wait. Mike, I'm sure if Best was here he'd say, "That's right, Mike, smash on that Ricky Ricardo jr. ass nigga..." LMAO H*WOOD, before I can rate your flow, you gon have to put some lines and separation, because right now it looks like one huge run on sentence.
"I can't be stopped by a Juwan, Kenyon, or Oakley flagrant foul..." - H3K
I'm out like Gonzaga in the first round. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Saturday, 23 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Saturday, 23 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― All-Out, Saturday, 23 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Gianacana is the reason Kennedy got killed" Same way I do fools with they so called mic skills I don't break spines I just sit there and have my crew take care of whats mine This Mobbster style 2002 Have the bullets sent so fast your blood is splling blue I influence these wack ass fools like Henrey Kissinger You better pay attention or you will be a wack ass n***a with spinal bifita I don't need hoes, Hoes need me what the hell I look like calling a bitch from my jeep! I just sit back and watch my money collect stacks while these punk fools sit on the bench like Robert Pack I take the my long arm like Pippin and create a one man trap See the open lane, but the arms pull up next thing you lying in the backcourt slumped that is how the game works One minute you as rich as donald trump the next minute yo ass is lying in the niehborhood dump what else should I say, as once again the kid has proven to you, I am the number one draft pick in this lyrical bid. I can't second guess what this next person is gonna spit who ever it is but you better have enough game for the kid.......... -Kid Gianacana a.k.a H-Wood
Raise up off you? So you're back to bitin'?/ You hate on my flow, but you're steadily recitin'/ For real, it's obvious I'm spitting something you're liking/ Cause you keep on stealing, so why are we fightin'?/ But I wouldn't dare take from your lines/ So go recognize/ TOMATOES is yours, not mines/ You wrote it, you spoke it, you posted it too/Now you imply that it's weak, I don't deny that that's true/ Just to be clear, "I took it from you!"/ But I ain't want that for real, I thought that you knew./ And now others are taking and you ask "Who?"/ I answer, "add up the number 1 plus 2/ now subtract that answer from the number 19/ Now put it together." You see what I mean?/ You probably don't cause I'm over your head/ And I'll say it all day, V. 5 left you dead./ Look at your reply, that said it ALL./ And you think that its tight? That takes some gall./ And ghost-man, you too reused my game/ but truly messed it up./ Have you no shame?/ You clearly F-ed it up./ And although we know that a ghost lacks a soul/ You don't lack the ability to be lyrically exposed./ By Hillis and Wiz, but guess who hurt you the worse./ That's right it was you, with your very own verse./ But summon me a nurse, cause reading it hurts/ Sugar coated this volume, but I'm not Qool-aid/ I'm just tired of lacin' my raps with ya names/ But calling out me, y'all clearly never tire/ You claim that you Classius? Well be out; go retire./ Everybody here is equal but you think you're higher/ I'm killing you in this sequel, R-I-P in the mire/ Keep on selling your bull as long as ya know I'm not a buyer/ Assumed I couldn't bring the heat, but got y'all on fire/ I think y'all had too much of whatever yous sippin'/ So either you can't handle ya liquor/ or yous just str8 trippin'/ Y'all over rate ya selves whenever yall spittin'/ and we all know the truth; you really Will Smithed-it/ A great actor, but not the best rapper/ went from a wanna be master to a wanna be kappa./ 1 out of 2 could possibly happen/ but you 3 wantin' to be me.../ now that got me laughing/ Cause it'll never be.
Some good quotes so far are:
"Only listen to rap if the jewels ain't mentioned/My rhymes from the pen is flawless/Cuz they're gonna be a ten regardless" J- Dolo
"So leave it alone, folks, there's no reason for others to post/Mr. Don't Stop is the only one with a God-given right to boast..." -Hillis
"Yo level l surpass it/if you wanna be the goat you gotta be writin classics- Wizzard"
"Contesting for champion lyricist is a near impossibility/3:16 goes though on sheer ability/I suited perfectly to lyrical competition/each line hits with a snipers precision" -3:16
"Presidential lyricist, there's no need to debate it/ stay consistent while most of you are switchin' with these name changes" -Best
"you regulars just cant get off/im on some "rip yo lungs out yo body, make you turn yo head and cough"-kazper
"I don't break spines, I just sit there and have my crew take care of whats mine." -H-Wood
H-Wood are you in round 2 or are you chillin? I meant put these in your rhymes // or \\. That reminds me of what Best said to S- Police. "Dun, I could hardly link your bars together." Then he said, "I'm not spitin anymore towards you until you improve, but feel free to go at me. Like I said Game Over. That's the gist of what he told him; that joint had me rollin. It's gonna be hard to vote this round, plus Wizzard and Hillis are sayin' that they are really about to bring it. I'm outta here, holla. Hillis, do you watch "The Practice"? Big J, where are you on GTA?
"This competition's goin nowhere, so I see where I have to take it/THREAD VETS scared to start beef, so H3K gon make it//first and foremost, I'll address NCHEKWUBE/the only day I'll call you THE BEST is on April Fool's Day//YO, YO! so what influenced you more? my wordplay or my wit?/before I gave you a new outlook, you constantly rapped about bein sick//so your metaphors were continuously outplayed by my humor/quite frankly, I was tired of listenin to you rap about STDs and tumors//your battle skills are soft, like a one foot putt/SOUTH boys ride on 20s, while you ride on Nas's nuts//you stole from Q, but first you stole from me/and ya whole image on this thread you stole from NASTY//so I'll put you in the oven and bake you like a potato/how do you like them APPLES? or do you prefer TOMATOES?//uh oh, better say I got that from QOOL, or he'll cry "IT WAS BITTEN!?/I'M GONNA SUE!" damn, Q, quit the bitchin//you hold your raps high, because you claim to spit facts/they may be 100% true, but they 100% wack//and that VOLUME shit went out when Jay stopped at #3/so while you hollerin at BEST, 3:16, and KAZPER, Jigga's chasin you sayin "STOP, THIEF!"//moving right along, bout to take an international trip/catch a Great Britain sissy constantly runnin his lip//true, Chesney, Squirrel Puh-Leeze and attacks on Bob were funny/but all of your jokes combined can't beat ONE of my lines, dummy//now H3K has to address 3:16 as short skirt whore/would call you a BITCH, but BLOODY WANKER would hurt more//you THREAD VETS must be comin down with a case of lyrical congestion/and since I'm on the topic, let me ask a little question//is he J-D to the IZZO, D to the IZZO?/with all the incessant masterbation, do you use lotion or Crisco?//there are more fags in here than this U-CONN "Artist"/how does your body get it's blood when it's obvious you're heartless?//and yo, WIZ, I gave you props but now I'm takin it back/I got some shit over here that'll put an ache in ya back//and you like the WIZARDS without Jordan, and like OZ, an old white man/doomed to forever make love to your own right hand//and when I heard the FRIENDLY BITCH wanted the crown, I couldn't control my laughter/ya GHOST WRITIN is terrible! step up ya flow, KAZPER!//IMPOSTERS still deserve NO BARS/got THREAD VETS walkin everywhere cause MR. DON'T STOP blows up cars//H*WOOD! do you want some? you can surely get done/I promise my wrath is infinitely greater than them old ass nuns//I'll sit here and wait to watch the trash you will spit at me/I'm a grown ass man and I'm ready, so go ahead and try and get at me//y'all niggas challengin me is like SQUIRREL POLICE challengin PAC/half y'all niggaz is on my nuts, the other half on my cock//and HILLIS 3000 still got room for the whole hip hop nation/I control all your minds like a psychiatrist who fucks his patients//so now that this beef is finally cookin, y'all better keep it on the pad/cause if you bring it to the streets, then I'm gon bring it to yo ass!"
"Who's the best now that BIG and PAC ain't here? Y'all will know the answer when Mr. Don't Stop ain't here." - H3K/Kiss
I'm out like our old way of battlin. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Sunday, 24 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Manolo'Manny'Guevara, Sunday, 24 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― All-Out, Sunday, 24 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
On a different note, I see you niggaz have laced some nice verses, so you know I have to come even more correct.....nah mean. So without further awaitment.
Aiyo, check it:
My pencil stays SHARPENED, so my words are PRECISE/ we QOOL, but durin' this tourney I'm spittin' nothin nice/ WANNA be this, WANNA be that, yeah you a WANNA be rapper/ ya VOCABULARY is slim, try expandin' it faster/ when is the REALNESS of ya rhymes goin' to come into factor?/ it's too late, this verse's purpose is to be your dispatcher/ the ILLITERATE can rhyme words, that applies NO SKILL/ put this tournament on WAX, and find out whose for REAL?/ desperately studderin' on the mic, tryin' to spit out ya flow/ can talk brolik if you want, but the veterans know/ that you're mad pathetic yo, fruitin' a R & B chick/ even quotin' the broads lyrics, OBSESSED uniform fits/ all your garbage on this thread equals to irrelevant/ and me tryin' to be you?, kid you're SOFTER than GELATIN/ no serious verbal needed to discontinue ya name/ cause from V-5 to V-9, all that shit reads the same/ ya games over, I'm advancin' to the guy in the SOUTH/ about to make him wish my name never escaped his mouth/ DOWN THEAH, you HOME niggaz steady pluckin' ya ducks/ "QUIET FRANKLY", I think ya wordplay and wittiness sucks/ nothin' has changed, my metaphors are constantly sick/ I'm STILLILL, I don't spit I'M VOMITIN' SHIT!!/ would pronounce you my CHILD, but your a SON OF A BITCH/ and from Tennesee, but stay positioned on Makaveli's dick?/ you like every south "rapper", spittin' without a meanin'/ how many times you dudes gone mention ya neck and wrist are blingin'?/ consists of logic-lackers, with an exception of Outkast/ one duo's not enough, you region's lyrically outclassed/ outmathed, outstashed, and we'll definitely outlast/ may have the "flossy rhymes", but HIP HOP yall do not have/ but this isn't about distinct regions, it's about your flow/ in EVERY verse, why do you call the opponent your ho?/ exposed, pimpin' profession is one you do not know/ keep denotin' ya status by lettin' ya blasphemy show/ And to the rest of you pricks, you get my left overs/ Out with the ANGEL on the right, enter the DEVIL on my left shoulder.........ONE MYSELF "Nooooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!
"I got more kicks than a baby in a mothers stomach"-Nas
― The Best, Sunday, 24 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Even the weak niggas is spittin some bold words/this shit is gettin ugly like whoopi Goldberg/yo its crazy now,its not a game or sport/I’m a lyrical criminal drag my name to court/for breakin into your mind,jackin ya train of thought/I expose niggas like rippin their tents in the rain/I’m putting dents in the game/by causing tension and strain/half a bar to all them niggas here who mentioned my name/your every sentence is lame/you should feel incensed and ashamed/”what kinda game is that/putting my name in raps”/love it or leave it you better believe it, your playin to lose/lam slayin you dudes/who aint payin your dues/you have a choice,your wife in ma bed/or the knife in ya head/either way when I’m finished, Iam strikin you dead/don’t you know you’ll never win, like fightin the feds/fuck givin you subtle stabs/l’am givin you double jabs/hate to burst your bubble black/your over simplistic flow is where the trouble at/a penny for your thoughts half a grand for mine/you little amatures I cant stand your rimes/my flow is sicker than easy- e on his death bed/I came to bring the pain like meth said/my lyrics is too strong dilute them “four to one”/stay perched on the edge of your seats there’s more to come//I got 18 ways/to slay 3K/how you gonna be the goat/with bitten wizard of oz jokes/if you don’t know when to stop,then dun you shouldn’t smoke/biting from kasper you must be getting slack/the lyrical standard had risen,now you settin it back/don’t think lam gonna back out coz lam getting attacked/if I aint bustin bac its coz Iam packin the gat/if I aint puffin the joint,its coz Iam draggin the likker/if I aint shootin him down ,its coz Iam stabbin a nigga/if I aint iced out,its coz Iam too hot son/if I aint bustin a glock,Iam usin a shot-gun/If I aint pushin a six,its coz I haven’t got-one/if I aint layed your ex,she’s probably drivin a lex/then Iam out like kennedy’s brains all over his wife’s feet/she said “am I on your mind,or your mind is on me.”
aint no other kings in this rap thing,theyre siblings----biggie.
― wizzard, Sunday, 24 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― wizzard, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― KILLA CAM, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Aiyyo spark the phillies and pass the stout/Making quick money grip before your ass is out/I'll spray hot lead from your ass to the mouth/In a lyrical battle I strike men quicker than lightnin/You wanna see what happened in my last fight then? Aiight then/J-Dolo's a clever threat, an lyricist who never sweat/Comparing yourself to me is like a small hill to Mt Everest/And clown rappers I'm bound to slay with rounds of spray/When niggas see me they are bound to pray/Ya'd be like "Please God and Hallelujah"/Before I get hostile and black and blue ya/And send a pine box casket to ya/I got juice like Bocu, mad crews I broke through/Niggas in this thread gettin mad cuz I hit more chicks than they spoke to/And everytime I'm in a jam I finds a loophole/I got a money stash longer than Manute Bol/And all these faggots in here belong in fruit bowls/I'ma go "All-Out" on this thread/I will not "Fall-out" 'less I'm dead/I will "Ball-Out" as long as the money spread/Not to be blunt, but the "Best" died this month years ago/So when you see me, you will have a fear that grows/And when I'm done with you, you will have tears that flow/And after you're done suckin' my dick you'll have to clear ya throat/And Kasper you don't get no kind of mention/Cuz your rhyme skills are still being kindly questioned/So retire and maybe you'll get a fine little pension/Be like your name and get ghost/And jerk wit ya friend Squirrel Police to see who gets wet most/And H3K should stand for "Haterade 3 Thousand"/Cuz he'll be drinkin it when I got it made with homes in 3 'townses'/What you know about a kilo when you never even sold 3 ounces?/How you gonna call me fag when you own atleast 3 blouses?/You may have read John "3:16" but you better have read Revelations/Cuz I'm gonna come through the same way God do,with death by devastations/You come from the so-called "Straight-spittin,Great- Britian/After I'm done your clothes will be wet from "straight- shittin, straight pissin'/I remember "Mr Wizard" from that show following "Nick at Night"/Your only magic tricks are when you're pumpin a boy named "Nick" at night/Pumpin boys while I'm pumpin chicks and dikes/I'm not apologizing but at the same time dont pick no fights/Who remembers that movie "Anny" about the little girl in the dress/The same one worn by someone in this thread I guess/"It's a Hard-Knock Life" was a thing that she stressed/"Anny", your life is fake so why dont you just confess?/This battle is fun and it's only a game/Real recognizes real and only fakes have phony names/"Real niggas do Real things" is what the "Best" had said/R.I.P. B.I.G, God Bless the dead/
There goes my entry.
I'm out like any Uncle-Toms that sold. Get it?
― J-Dolo, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I am the truest/ name a rapper that I ain't influence." -Nas
― All-Out, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Manolo'Manny'Guevara, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― KILLA CAM, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ITS ITS
ME THE IMPOSTER BABY!
Thats right me the almighty one and ive come to bless you
― Imposter, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― J-Dolo, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
http://rapworld.com/photos/Camron/cam_party_a-s.jpg KILLA HOLLA!!!
With everlasting passion sinful brothers are askin/How do you get to heaven if we were already started jackin'?/There's a price, but you can't use credit or cash man/Sin is ice, and your "work" boots ain't got no traction/God's not white or black, Asian or Latin/He's the invisible captain, check the Word, save the yappin'/Historically when sharing the gospel story, G/Assuredly I would hear them say "scram kid you're boring me"/But ever since then, something's convinced them/Because of sin they're fenced in/Their sins are crimson and only Christ can cleanse them/This can only be the Spirit aka the Paraclete/Who you only meet in Christ aka the Narrow Street/Someone I desperately want to meet/Cause I'm a feen for the Rock and I don't mean Sean Connery/The Truth is Almighty Diesel, so all the earthly minded people/And the blind and feeble should look up so you can see the point like a steeple/Is that you, are you convinced black/Tell me if you can sense that/There's a gap and only Christ can mend that, tell your friends that/It's sad when you think God's only opposed to bad sin/When all sin is bad so next to him we're all bad men/Word up, it doesn't have to be rape and murder/God's got beef with all sin like steaks and burgers/This should explain suffering and pain/Almost checkmate but wait there must be a Name/Christ emerged out of the mist knowing that all men/Were born just like Oliver Twist-a bunch of orphans/And the cross can pay the wage to save the lost man/Awesome, now you can stop fearing the coffin/If this rocks ya let nothing stop ya the Poppa's got ya/Drop to your knees and ask Him to adopt ya/He'll take you out the muck and the fire/tell you that you're going up and then higher/Then he'll light your life up just like a tent fire/All praise, honor and glory/Belong to the God who's strong with authority/And I know He's the Only One for me/He's matchless, this rap is lyrically graphic/Cause it's a tactic to speak truth so you can grasp it/And the Truth is Everlastin/
Peace out fellas, I'm goin back to the career fair. Hope I get a phat job soon. One.
My flow may not be the tightest, but regardless, its tight./ To say otherwise just proves you lack site./ I gave you that stuff that makes you wanna sample/ Take the terms "Anny" "SkilliS" or any Volume for example./ All were hot (say they not,) and "The Transformation" was a classic./ Gave y'all something new like "Rewind" from "STILLmatic."/ Better yet it compares to Pac's "Me and my Girlfriend"/ Because it means something new when you listen again./ In my rhymes/ many times/ many things are hidden/ You gotta look between the lines whenever Qool's spittin'/ I bring ya facts and only told one lie in the lines/ That's when I said the fine Beyonce' was mines/ But other than that, knowledge is dropped/ Not all classics, but none of em are flops/ And it don't matter if I post as All or Qool/ The result's the same: The comp.'s getting schooled.
This one is nothing new,/ I'm going back at best/ but after this, I shall digress/ you love this beef, but can't digest/ You hate, my style, but love it too/ a contradiction, just like you./ So my wordplay is weak? How do that sound?/ I recall what you said, "Let's go a few rounds./ I like your flow, why you been holding back?"/ "Come on; let's battle." But now they're wack?/ You gotta be the biggest faker and those lines prove it/ Said you will not lose. Well why'd you lose it?/ You're conceited, a hater, thus stuck on stupid/ I ain't on you dogg, you on my pubics/ You showed "No idea is Original" cause my stuff, you looped it/ But you can't do it like me you're straight up diluted/ Not a rapper, I'm a poet,/ But you ain't either, and we all know it/ I quoted Beyonce, while you quote your stuff/ Which is worse? Get off ya nuts!/ And let's not forget when U repped Chinco X small/ Can u ever live that down? Nope, never dogg./ You're a waste of time, a waste of my rhymes/Your ideas are bitten, your ideas are mine./Your the best and the king, but it's self proclaimed / Ain't a thing about ya original, not even your name./ How can my stuff be irrelevant? As if yours is Heaven sent./ Your flow is none existent like a crooked cops evidence./ The V squad responds to my topics, so why don't you just stop it./ I'm loved by all who post, minus you and the impostor / But I ain't trippin off y'all. I'm on some F y'all/ Let him be a fake Manny; you be a fake Nas/ You still an Esco hoe who drops racist innuendoes/ take the last word, this is my last word negro./
Dolo, mention me no mo, /you don't wanna see this bro flow./ Now on to you hill, why you gonna make me do it?/ I gave you respect, but you opted to abuse it./ You admit you copy my words, so to challenge me is absurd./ But do it if you wanna; I'ma flip you like the bird/ You like everything about me from my made up words to verbs/ So why come against me, I show no mercy, ain't ya heard?/ You another Internet thug talking about what you'd do/ While none of us believe it, not us and not you./ I still don't understand, why you hated on the volumes / when out of all of us, you quote em the most often. And Jay ain't create that, go review your history / And throw shots at me all day/ but u stay missing me/ You said it your self, your rhymes are jokes/ We need to post like Qool, if we wanna get votes./ Yeah I know what you'll say/ My stats are wack, say it all day, but my stats are facts/. You lacked the heart to go at all the vets, until you saw me do it./ Tell me am I right or wrong? And who's really stuck on stupid?/ Yeah took that from you, I feel you owe me/ And stop calling me out, homie you don't know me./ You just want my stuff, but you lack the ability / You nothing but a get-with, when you know you can't get with me./ Any beef you catch you shout out me. STOP!/ I can't hold your hand, Hillis I ain't your pops/ Youngin, you know you do what I do and say what I say/ ain't it true? Go ask Big J.
That's my round 4 joint. Y'all recall when I said look out for east997 in a mailbox near you? Well, I tried to do. I sent this flow to everybody (I think). So you can hear me spiting verse 2 and 3. I don't know if I did it right or not, so y'all let me know if you got it. You gotta have speakers. I had to take it to the next level right there. If sombody ain't get it, holla and I'll try to resend it. Shout out to my boy LOX.
― All-Out, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm out like Round 3. Peace!
― Hillis 3000, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Dont call it a comback i been here for months"-me
― Big J, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Manolo'Manny'Guevara, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Qoolout, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)