Jay-Z / Nas hip-hop throw down? & other throw-downs? Pt. 2: The Saga Continues.

YO IVE HEARF TONS OF NEW STYLES SONG ,AND AM SURE TO COP THAT ALBUM.

http://rapworld.com/photos/Camron/cam_party_a-s.jpg KILLA HOLLA!!!

I'm back fellas! The career fair don't end until 5:00 so I'm straight. Just gotta make changes to my resume real quick. Just a quick question. Are any of ya Christians, and if ya are, do any of ya listen to christian rap? To be honest, There aren't alot of nice ones out there, but there is a rap group called "The Cross Movement", and they are sick. Lyrically wise they can compete with some of the other rappers that we know of today, together and individually. I have 2 of their 4 tapes and all have tight beats, beats that you would hear from a Mobb Deep tape or a Lox tape of any Roc-a-fella, as well as that "down south flava". Their music is originally East Coast but have beats that even Hillis would feel.As a born-again Christian,sort of as a confirmation I'm getting baptized near the end of April but I'm not gonna "Mase" it, even though I'm happy that he is also with God, he will have his beliefs and I will have mine, hence the theme for my 4th verse:

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.

The Long Spit Goodnight (Volume 10)

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.

I know at least a few of y'all ain't get it. Steph, J Dolo, kazper, and Wizzard. I got an email saying that that's not the right address or something. Holla and let me know what's up wit it.

All-Out, when you type my email address you have to type it in exactly like this: [email protected] .One

Yeah, my niggas! That's that shit I'm talkin about! "If All ain't better than Qool, he's the closest one" - QS aka Qoolout aka All Out... Aye my nig, Q, that shit was tight! I peeped the mp3, too, playa. Good shit! I told y'all before on the old thread if any of y'all niggas wanted to put shit on wax, we could take it there. Qool, you took it there, so I'm gon have to stay true to my word, folks. Look for an Adrian Jumaane Hill classic coming soon to an email inbox near you! LMAO! But Q, you know that wasn't no low blow, cuz. I told y'all I was gonna bring it, didn't I? Aiyo Best! Hey, I told you to get at me, and you did. Kudos, youngin. Dolo? Wiz? I saw the jabs taken at me, and they was some good ones. Tight to def as they say DOWN HEAH... But for all y'all niggas that put me in ya verses, you know I still got my Round 4 spit to do. And I guarantee I'm comin with THAT OTHER SHIT! LOL! This was exactly what I'm talkin about! When all is said and done, all of us niggas gon have to meet up in some neutral berg (like Kansas City, MO) and start a rap group called... fuck it y'all figure out a name, as long as I can be Hillis the Realest! 3:16, you gon have to come to America, dawg, cuz we all over here. If we could all hook up, how could we not blow up?! And my final thought, I hope y'all niggaz don't get mad, but I refuse to vote anymore. Y'all niggaz have brought it like I knew y'all could, and I'm not gonna disrespect one flow by voting for another PLUS it's too much stress on a nigga comparin yo spits cuz they all so muthafuckin PLATINUM! So I refuse to vote, it's a waste of time, I say let's battle til we all say, "Fuck it. It's done." Ya feel me? Best, keep ya head up on that pledge shit. Them Kappas ain't had to do you like that, but you gon be all right, and next year, you can do some other niggas just the same. Dolo, rep the UCONN! Great Britain, straight spittin, my nigga 3:16 WHAT?! Wiz, ok I've givin you props again... lol kazper, don't disappear again, son, it's heatin up in here! Up in here! Up in here! Aiight then fellas, Bryant Gumbel bout to sign off this beeyatch!

I'm out like Round 3. Peace!

Whatup dunees im just watching this contest but i will post something in the near future

"Dont call it a comback i been here for months"-me

J.LO, we cool bro. It's all love here. AH, the joy of job hunting. You know what worked for me back then was the Career Placement Office. CHeck them out and get yourself a Headhunter.I dont know how they do things in other areas but in NYC, you need a Headhunter. And never ever put your objective on your CV(resume). You will talk about that throughout your interviews. and be persistent.Good Luck....Hillis, the Bryant G. name I gave ya still survives eh? You gotta bring back 'and that's real" to use it though....FallOut, it's squashed."It can never be on again"? big man, as long as I am here and the thread is here it will ALWAYS BE ON!!...Some of you were shocked to hear the Nasty side of Manny, but it was always me. Gotta retire once again.But, who knows like MJ I might be back...HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE...Manolo'Manny'Guevara..Damn, 28 on April2nd. Wish me a HappyB-day, you Cockroaches!!!!!!!!..Peace to the PetSquad, you know what i mean(3:16, LOX,H-Wood,'Worst'(Best),Steph,BigJ-you know Corona is in the House)...ECUADOR..ECUADOR..ECUADOR 2002!!!!!! I am the PHENOMENON..El Phenomeno....PEACE.............................

What up I NET Fam. Hey, I agree with everything my boy H3K just said. All of it, meeting up one day, no more voting, everything. I just don't wanna vote any more because (this is the only reason) it's too hard for me to tell which joint is the best. Like I said before, just about the whole board has stepped their spits up. Every round, so far, I wanted to vote for more than one person. But if y'all wanna keep goin, I'll try to cast a round 4 vote, but I can see from what is already up there (Dolo and Best) that it'll be hard. Dolo that joint was tight, as a Christian I feel you. I mean no one is perfect, I slip up like everybody else...but y'all know what I'm sayin. If that ain't the imposter, tell me what was said in the the email convo. Don't believe that y'all. And Hillis, thanx for the props. I expect you to come back, that's why I ain't even come at you hard in V 10. If there is an 11, watch out, lol. Naw, we all qool on here. Matter of fact, I'm back to Q dot O right now. Holla

what up vets.shits really nicin up in hear,nice spits y'all.Q I cant wait to hear that mp3.the correct add is [email protected] H3k its nice to know I got your respect bac,so how about your round 4 entry.

would somebody please explain to nanny that the six I am talkin about in my rime is a 6 hundred benz...I havent got one. I clearly said in the rime..

".if I aint bustin the glock Iam usin a shotgun/if l aint pushin the SIX its coz I havent got one/"

I thought that was pretty straight forward.oh and nanny,I wont even give you half a bar till you get your own name,you cant be jackin niggas for they names like that. one.

you cant come to cali coz there is the cali-ban---wizzard. (get it, Re:taliban).

Chapter 1: Hey, Qool-Aid!

Fuck goin round for round with y'all cats, I'm goin verse for verse!

"Uh, uh, uh, yo Q! niggas don't write volumes no more, they write chapters/if I'm an internet thug, you're an internet actor//I'm glad you got your apparent beef ALL OUT ya chest/but like guardin me hoops, I leave you ALL OUT of breath//don't tangle with me, you better go ALL OUT on STEPH/lyrical hit man like The Jackal, bout to put ALL OUT to death//so you say you're ALL OUT? well, call me ALL IN/as in ALL IN your fiancee's head, got her constantly callin//did I forget to tell you about my date with Beyonce Knowles?/made her swallow the pole, tampered with all of her holes?/and now she beggin to have my CHILD sayin it's her DESTINY/but I ain't Mya, no way Beyonce can get the BEST OF ME//but movin away from the punchlines and jumpin the real/Q, do you really think you can hold the hand of mighty Hill?/you say TWO funny things and I give you your props/then you get too big for your britches and say you're my pops?/who gave Anny classic status? who said SKILLis was classic?/It was him! Who, who was it? H3K, SO STOP ASKIN!/are those tears on ya cheek? who knew the truth was cruel?/but if somethin gets called a classic, H3K must approve//and when do you after the vets? Round 1, with that sugar coated shit?/that "diss" was sweeter than QOOL-aid, what did you sugar coat it with?//to get this battle started Hillis 3000 raised the stakes/now all y'all magically get brolick? you need to praise The Great//and that's me... QOOL you even said you WEREN'T THE TIGHTEST!/isn't this title fight for the tightest? why do you keep typin?//so by ya own words, you will never be the dopest one/but if QOOL ain't worse than SQUIRREL POLICE, he's the closest one..."

I'm out like the Elite Eight. Peace!

hey peeps howzit goin down.Q I got that shit and its tite nigga,maybe we'all should hook-up and get our rap-on.where did you get the beat thoh,I been lookin for that shit everywhere.hey for real thoh,the standard of rimes has sky rocketted,Iam embarassed to post this.hey J-dolo,l was gonna squash that shit but l figured as long as we all battlin,lets just battle,you know,so bring it to me with your round 4 entry.thats my round 4 entry and l've had to quit the complex construction of lyrics to deliver a message,like pac on hitem-up.

I spread fear/make these thread queers/shed tears/if you opened fire,you’d miss me like dead pears/I don’t fear reprisal/I outclass my rivals/no chance of survival/I am bustin this verbal rifle/if you took the elevater you couldn’t reach my level/you horny little devil/don’t test a lyrical rebel/had an orgasm coz I said you wrote a good rap/my rhymes are halle berry, yours are just a hood-rat/is he gay-dolo, j-homo or gay-dodo/oh I get it, you a wannabe K- solo/Heard you’re a student, its funny you aint passin classes/you passin cheap hotdogs at minor league matches/ you want me to do it to you like they used to do in Sodom/this nigga doesn’t bust like expensive condoms/you done dug your grave, hop in, I’ll do the buryin/you dont want beef with me your vegitarian/I aint got no problems admitting when a verse is tight/ but dude get off my dick I don’t fuck transvestites/faggots like dolo, I scare them shitless/then they accidentally post their Christmas giftlist/ then you call it a rime/but its all in ya mind/the fuckn general’s here, so fall into line/you got the heart of a lion but the mind of a rat/you brave but theres no intelligence behind all of that/you always on the fore-front when its time to attack/no battle strategy like comin with an unloaded gat/ you dribbling at the mouth after reading hillis’ rap,/then you psyched up started talking shit to the illest cat/l hope you understand l’ve come down to your level/this aint my best performance, l aint expectin a medal/you can go to court and you can make your appeal there/my judgement stands,your lame you need a wheel chair/you soft like my girl’s thigh,you fake like your bitch’s hair/go ask your pops he’ll tell you aint shit fair/stay away from them big boys,theyre internet bullies/stick around and l’ll stop you from maturing fully/then I am out feelin embarrassed coz l battled this punk/that shit they say about “beef only comes from cattle” is junk.

you better put your suit and tie on/and just hop in a coffin and get your die on/---unknown vet.

whoops,J-dolo has already posted for round 4.

Aiight, fellas. Back to battlin'. Verse 5:

Yo, I'm certified raw, you heard of me/Verbally I'm bringin war to those that wanna murder me/Put ya niggas servin me under my swords and do surgery/Have you on the respirator in a state of emergency/"ROB" you for your currency, ya'll worry me, NOT!/Blast a shot and watch ya niggas scurry from spot/Like Taliban, I fly at niggas with rapidness/Who would try to clap at this?/Are you really livin' it or are you rappin' it?/For you to fuck with this apostle, it's not possible/I'm mega, large collossal, nigga you docile/And I'm unstopable, play me close and I'll ox you/That's only logical cause I'm fact, and you're costume/You throw basics, watch me blaze shit, cuz J-Dolo's on some supernatually made shit/It's normal for chumps to be on some natural hate shit/Any obstacle comes in my way I face it/Anything that's female in your family I will rape it/You hold on, you'll see, if anyone in this thread will kill me/Supernatural forces built me, so your petty threats won't tilt me/When your rhymes go to court for plagarism they find you "guilty"!/My spirit's eternal, forever livin', there's no beginnin' or endin'/J-Dolo's the Actual, y'all niggas' pretendin'/What you think, that "Nobody beats the Wiz"?/I got you shook,look at you everybody peep that piss/And your style I'm about go and Grim Reap that shit/Stop cursin' nigga before they go bleep that s***/Dedicated your whole verse to me,I take it that you love me/Unlike Anny don't try to "apologize and try to hug me"/For me,to see a grown man cry is ugly/This is real shit, not "Child's Play", Chucky/Cuz in the end I'ma have your runnin like Joyner-Kersey/Combined with champion racehorses in derbys/Cuz unlike James you're just not "Worthy"/All the "Magic" in the world couldn't stop my fury/Yo "Merlin" I could tell that you're hoppin and worried/You're as fake as those other "sorcerers" that be poppin in stories/Cuz my spits lock jaws like rottweilers, duck tapin your mouth/so they can't hear you holler when I stay rapin your spouse/Blindfold you before I put the clapper to ya back/Everybody knows the rumor that "you're the gay rapper" is a fact/Tie you up with some rope and hang you off of a tree/Start brutually attackin you like you cost me a G/I'm so sick I got anthrax scared to get caught by me/Me and hip-hop goes together like dogs and fleas/I'ma tear ya wrist up, show you what your mama been havin'/I'm a rap terrorist about to blow shit up like Osama bin Laden/Destroying your foundation like a bomb and a dragon/Put you in deep next to Dahmer in a casket/ cuz "J" means I'ma have to "jab" you in ya eye/"D" means I'ma have to "drag" your body when you die/"O" means I'ma have to "outclass" this nobody, a chump/"L" means when I'm done I'ma "leave" your body in the trunk/"O" means the "Oscar" I give you for "Best Actin" like you're somebody with a gun/

Anyone see Ben Wallace vs Jermaine Oneal last night? Those damn Oneals.

but if QOOL ain't worse than SQUIRREL POLICE, he's the closest one..."

OH SHIT its gettin hot in hea! its gettin hot in hea!

You you know i cant forget to give props to my boy All Out

"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 RIGHT! THAT'S RIGHT! My boy big J had to remind ya of that last part (I took it from Nas). I can't hold ya hand Hillis. On the real, your last joint had me cracking up almost more than Sideshow Bob's Ha remix. But I made up Qool-aid, so how you gonna try to use it against me? See I'm tryin to hang up the mic for a while but it's clear that Hillis doesn't want me to do it. Hey, Wizzard, I'll get that info to you about where I got that beat. And Hillis this part had me cracking up "are those tears on ya cheek? who knew the truth was cruel?/but if somethin gets called a classic, H3K must approve." Still, I think I gotta come for ya. You betta apologize like you be doin' ask Big J.

Chapter 2: HO, HO (1911)

Fuck a Round 5, it's all about retaliation!

"Uh, uh, uh, I went at QOOL first, but BEST I equally despise you/with God-given x-ray vision, I see through your disguise, dude//I agree your metaphors are sickening, and don't forget shitty/stop comin like you hard; we all know you're pledgin to be pretty//so go look in the mirror, and check ya fuckin makeup/I'm bout to torture ya soul like a messy marriage breakup//at first all ya raps was mad angry like you had somethin in your butt/was it a "kane," Mr. Morris Breats and No Nuts?//when you came at me, it was always "herpies" and "chlamydia"/AIDS this, AIDS that, STD remarks were continual//STD means "Skillfully Transmitted Death" but not from you/for NCHEKWUBE, it means "Slowly Typed Doo"//you came with intense aggresion, but you were just a hug-needin thug/then you understood humor would work better than your self proclaimed lyrical slugs//so you went at 3:16 with attempts to show your wit/you followed H3K's lead and instantly became a hit//and yeah, I sampled your anger, you was usin it wrong/every one of ya disease yadda yadda spits sounded like your first song//this will be the LAST verse where I call you THE BEST/I let you visit my rap penthouse, now you're an unwelcome guest//you misused my candor with unnecessary flexin/incessant yappin and babblin, claimin that you wreck shit//I'm disgusted by every verse followin "Aiyo, check it"/(hope QOOl doesn't whine) BESS? AI-HO! CHECK THIS!//diamonds is like sex, you can never get enough/how many times you east coast dudes gon say the ghetto's tough?//how many pleas gon go out to God to save the ghetto children?/and what about ya own GOD sayin QUEENS need rebuildin?//but this ain't about the brokedown borough represented by Nas/it's about NCHEKWUBE bein The Fugees without Lauryn Hill and Wyclef Jean/get it? you're PRAS..."

I'm out like Hillis 3000 goin round for round. Peace!

Andrea, I Can't Stand Ya (Volume 11 1/2)

I said my rhymes weren't the tightest, but they are still tight/ Ain't that what you saw? Maybe you ain't read it right/ And in no way was I implying that you're the best./ I'd have to be O D-ing on some crack to say that mess./ I sugar coated as a warning, but you're too stupid to be afraid,/ and once again you jockin' me, cause I made up Qool-aid./ Dogg I ain't your father, do you not believe?/ And you know that Beyonce' only got eyes for me./ I rep N.E. D.C. and pump DC3/ maybe the latter part made you think I was a softee./ Negro please! You no flow having.... Hating on my stats/ compared to Bob you wack/ And I went at the vets/ and you followed behind/ since board #1 you been putting my names in your rhymes./ You kept me in your music./ Why else would I approve it?/ You and I know that for the most part its stupid./ And is it Mr. Don't stop or Mr. Don't shoot it up?/ I know the whole team wishes you would'a never suited up./ Talk the same trash but can't seem to back it up/ When I read you lost the game, dogg, I was cracking up./ Andrea, don't make me lift ya off those feet again/ and flow to a 2Pac beat again./ I-net thugs never win./ You ain't mighty, nor your pen./ I keep typin cause you keep recitin/ And if you say you don't, watch out for lightin/ So what's in this volume that you'll quote next?/ Go be like Jay and try to get my Ex./ My record, you best to check it/ Qool-whips people, so accept it.

You only get half a Volume, LOL to the LOL.

BEST, yo da best,where you at dawg...LMAO where ya at dude...niggaz be carvin you new assholes ....shiiit,Best yoh,you gotta come bac dude,oh damn best you gotta hear this yoh.come bac from off of that vacation.

hey J-dolo yeh you bringin it bac but i gotta redpond to that dude coz its on,gotta go but I'am gonna hit you bac,tomorrow.

"One Verse" (To the "One Mic" beat)

Yo, all I need is one verse, one bar, one time/For someone to get a killa reply with only one rhyme/The war between God and the Devil, chose one side/Some fall to hell while some other ones fly/For my arsenal all I need is one gun, one bullet/One clip to load it, one trigger to pull it/In this world we only need One God to rule it/Hell is what we're in now so we need ta cool it/666 is the one number sinners are dialin'/Quick,Quick Quick, repent cuz the devil's smilin'/Check this out not one of us is perfect/Check the Bible because it has tons of verses/Apply them to life, and give it one try/If someone says they ain't sinned they already done lied/This is my thread I'ma rep it, to the death of it/This site is here forever, don't ever question it/Battles galore, matters and more/I carefully put my gats on the floor/Battle-ridden with the cast that I wore/I'm calm now cuz I think i'll retire/Lyrical battles makin me tire/I would need some ignition just to spark back my fire

Yo, all I need is one verse....All I need is one verse....Yeah..All I need is one verse...all I need niggas...All I need is one verse...that's all I need.

Peace.

oh I managed to spare a couple of minutes to sketch something for dolo.nigga you gotta be spittin flame nigga,spit game nigga,snort cocaine nigga,anything that will boost ya game.

Tried to take it to church to avoid my fury/but my justice is un- avoidable Iam judge and jury/if you got yourself a ghost then he’s rippin you off/coz every motherfuckin verse you be kickin is soft/you aint fuckin me up,you aint fuckin nuthin/not before puberty,nah kid you bluffin/come back in a couple-a years,/when you start growing hairs/and you start drinkin beers/and you can drive without sittin in your old man’s lap/and you can cross the without no-one holdin ya hand black/you a small time nuisance,I swat you aside/”I got bigger fish to fry…no you cant be my bride”/you little man with a big mouth/I’ll make it even bigger when I punch your teeth out/then you’ll be like…”wiffard iff the don niggaff no- doubt”/me against you is a one horse race/I am guaranteed to win regardless of my pace/no one in second,third fourth,fifth or sixth place/you’re so far behind its like you runnin a different race/you better be thankful that your spirit is eternal/coz that’s all that will remain,after I smack and burn you/you aint a worthy opponent Dolo lets be real/I cant give it my all,that would be overkill/like four nuclear warheads/pointed at your fore-head/your pussy,you aint in a league with hardcore heads/you comin at wizard with them lame responses/then trippin on your own feet and knockin yaself unconscious/would have given you half a bar,but I obeyed my conscience/ “wizard come on give him a verse…don’t be pompous”/ J means this rapper is a mutherfuckin joke/D is doo,describing every word you spoke/ O is for obnoxious faggots getting smacked/ L is for LAAAAAME ya whole style is wack/O,I wont repeat ,you cant be that dum black/you fuckin retard did you think that was cum bac/ I am amazed your ass can even read and write/go home and read-up before you feel the need to fight/posting long ass verses but you aint sayin shit/yeah true,ya friends are vets but you still learnin to spit/why would I try and hate on your lack lustre ass/if I did have a gun I wouldn’t bust ya ass/you damn right you need to quit in fact you shouldnta started/this shit is for thoroughbreds not for the faint hearted/

What up, heads?! I just came to see how this battle was goin' along. Damn, niggas turned this friendly battle into some "Hell in the Cell" type shit.It's like everyone just said "Fuck the contest" and started targeting specific people. Good job, my niggas! Where is Best at!? This shit ain't really complete without him.He needs to get in this shit cuz it's starting to cook like bacon(LOL). Hillis and All-out look like they got a battle between them and it looks like I got my hands full with the wizzard. Wiz, I think I gave you props along time ago but if I didn't, then I'll say that you're nice. I did think at first that you was just "another complex rapper" without any meaning to his rhymes. The translation: All vocab, no substance. You do have that battle mentality in you, which makes you a threat. This isn't kissin ass though: I'm callin it like I see it as an avid, diehard hip-hop fan.But we both held our own for this long, so I guess I might come out of my "little" retirement (One Verse).I'm done as far as the contest, but I don't know if the contest is over or who won, but I figured that as long as Best ain't shown up lately that he still deserve atleast a chance to win before all the final votes are counted. I think I did pretty fairly; atleast I ran "Bob" off this site in the first round. Keep it up, fellas, there will be a winner soon. One.

Chapter 3: Kill Two Boobs With One Verse

They just hate me cause they ain't me!

"Uh, uh, uh, I can't believe MISS DOLO came in here dissin on me/now H3K is pissed, so I'm pissin on she//and WIZ bustin on me with an imaginary gun/I find that HILLarious, please pardon the pun//first, young DOLO, like you I'm a Christian/so I ask God's forgiveness when I hand out these whippins//how ya think you fadin me all the way in Connecticut?/I got some shit that will make doctors need to reconnect ya guts//I send missiles at yo family, while you throwin sticks and stones/you glad to break bread with the "Elite" while I'm breakin they bones//and it ain't Elite 4, it's just Elite 1/I'm him, number of times I've tasted defeat? NONE//I don't really use the burner, but not afraid to put up the dukes/and lyrically cook you like a dog for a family of gooks//now WIZ spittin at me in the hypothetical/but I realize all he's spittin is high pathetic bull//hurt I blasted you with a line from the "ghost?"/that's all I needed to expose you, and I'm efficient when I post//imaginary magician playin with his "magic wand"/you're double 0 without the 7, the James without the bond//you're a zero, kid, and an anonymous loser/I pay you no attention, so don't let me confuse ya//you came in here like, "Remember me? I'm WIZ!/remember me?" Uh... no, and I'm still not rememberin, kid//you returned to the thread after a hiatus expectin love/but you got treated like one of those one line posted scrubs//but DOLO and WIZ battlin each other, so I'm through wastin my time/you two niggaz ain't even worthy of a Bob HA! mix line..."

I'm out like Bernie Mac after Kings of Comedy. Peace!

im glad i aint up in this

Chapter 4: QOOL-I-HO

I put you in my tea to make it sweet, son!

"Uh, uh, uh, you're not the tightest, you're not tight, you keep one good line/but my chapters are page turners, so you're volumes aren't better than mine//is he ALL PUSSY, ALL FAG, or ALL BITCH?/I gives a fuck if this rhymes, so you're ALL THREE!//DC Boys tell me they put a gun to ya head/sayin if you touch a basketball again, they leavin ya dead//and didn't Team 3 bow out in the first round/so you clownin me about the championship? how does that sound?//by the way, DC3 boys pump TP2/you and R. Kelly pump girls aged 1 to the 2//Now that the jokes are finished throwin you for a loop/I'll set straight ya so called "facts" with the truth//One, if you call your Round 1 verse a diss, you're trippin/and if that passes for a diss, then hip-hop is slippin//Two, I only shout you out cause I know how sensitive you get/got your panties in a wad sayin everyone's takin yo shit//Three, you didn't make up KOOL-AID, it's a popular drink/I didn't steal it from you, if that's what you think//refer yourself to things that are normally sweet/yo sugarplum fairy ass could never start beef//you could put in the oven, but H3K has to cook it/you could never take this battle to the level I took it//hold up a minute... ANDREA? are you serious?!/is that supposed to be funny? nigga, you delirious!//like COOL WHIP and KOOL-AID, you're full of sugar/I got you embarassed like a kid caught pickin his boogers//And by the way Mr. "Everyone Is Stealing From Me..."/I ain't brought up your theft when dealing with Morris B.//I made fun of TOMATOES first, you got that from my book/at first you were just a hypocrite, but now you're legally a crook//did you see me PMS and start cryin "robbery?"/unlike you, I don't think every phrase in our language is property//and you said you'd OD on crack before you'd admit I was tight/well, I am THE GOAT, so QOOL, pull out the pipe//and it's MR. DON'T STOP, and I don't shoot it up, bro/I'm not a DC mayor, I can stay off the blow//face it, you're Vanilla Ice, Sir Mix, and Biz Markie rolled in one/if QOOL ain't worse than MOVENISTIC, he's the closest one..."

What you think (QOOL!) clownin TOMATOES (QOOL!) didn't come (QOOL!) from HILL's book (QOOL)? NEGRO PLEASE!

I'm out like American slavery. Peace!

Fall-Out got my email? Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I may be an old cat compared to you fellas, but I still get vicious, But im done battling for a bit cause you getting your ass whipped by Adrain over there. That last verse had me rolling Adrian! You're not the GOAT but I'd say you won this tournament, if it's still going...Fall- Out you aint gonna let him bitch-slap you like that, are you?OOHHH I smell a classic developing: word 4 word, verse 4 verse, let's get it on.....J.LO, you got no beef, but yet you keep yapping your mouth. Did you review the lessons I gave Fall-Out. #2 Always keep your Word....Im gonna lay-low though, BUT I'll be watching you Bayside boy...HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE...Manolo'Manny'Guevara: 'El Phenomeno'

hey Dolo I gotta flip it on this cat here who done given us half a verse each,well i got the bigger part (but thats immaterial).who the fuck does dunne think he is.where is qool,where is the best,where is H-wood where is killa cam,where is 3 16,niggas is gettin slack.I see so y'all gonna just stand buy and let me defend your asses huh.

The battle’s over but somebody doesn’t like the outcome/the big mouth in the south,come on don’t sulk son/thinking you gone reign on this thread,you dead wrong/ Go pose in front of manolo in your red thong/steady attackin the Best coz you know he aint here/only a coward acts like that dunnee you know that aint fair/you don’t remember the wizard its like he’s somebody new/the one you knew didn’t whip ya ass and tell you you’re doo/yeah sometimes I flip it on you: theo-reti-cal/but you don’t understand and so you pee ya peticote/you still quotin kasper,damn I am rymin with punks/oops didn’t mean to offend you at “that time of the month”/your quality control standards must have really gone down/read your rime to yourself,you’ll see how gay you sound/I wont call you H3-Gay coz that’s an amature move/but you spittin a bit too often you got something to prove/you been on this thread for ages but you still haven’t won/I geuss that got you mad now you beefin with everyone/you mad coz “one line posted scrubs” is getting respect/and you still recoupin from that slaughter at the hands of the Best/you mad coz no-one worth mentionin has voted you goat/it brings tears to your eyes and a lump in your throat/I understand kid,you been on here for a long time/you deserve a “long service award” even with those wack rhymes/

Y'all miss me this last week? huh...

FINALLY, 3:16 HAS COME BACK..... TO THE THREAD!

I only got a couple of minutes, but I got to say that this battling shit is getting hot. Shout outs to everyone who puts their rhymes down. But Manny? was the "in the house" remix some kind of rip off of the HA remix? HAHA! Y'all got love across the pond!

what up LOX aka KILLA CAM, where you been? Same question goes out to Hollywood J. STEPH, HWERE YOU AT??? (shit, I spelt "where" wrong!)

Anyway, I'm out for another week...

Maybe I will come on over to the US Hillis, you got to prepare some kind of street party though!

Peace

The Seriousness

"Yo, I'm serious, I'm not the type that like to tell jokes alot/I'll leave your white T-Shirts spotted with red polka-dots/I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings/"Reconnecting my guts", what kind story you think you telling/The crown will be mine cause I drop ill rhymes/A lot of ya talk that murder shit and couldn't even kill time/One two One two, crews I run through/Fuck karate nigga, J-Dolo practices Gun Fu/Step to this and you're gonna get shanked up/I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt/And I entertain well because of my brain cells/Niggas that try to bring it to me must not know my name well/I'm a sight to see like Haley's Comet/These niggas talk about breakin jaws but couldn't break a promise/With J-Dolo you can't swing long/So get behind me and sing cause, every hero's got a theme song/Cuz J. D.'s back to attack with a phat rap/"I'm the One" with the code and ya couldn't crack that/I'm the nicest and that's the stone truth/Battlin' me is like fightin' a tiger on your own,dude/Ya lyrics are flabby, but mine are well- toned/You couldn't reach out and touch me with a cellphone/For every crab MC that run up when a battle comes up/I see Roeper and Ebert on the side givin' me the two thumbs up/I'm cool as a light breeze/These niggas are worse than movies done by Spike Lee/A nigga fuck with me? UNLIKELY!/Challenging me in game?, I might play/Ya wanna be like Mike but Mike wants to be like J/If I happen to lose maybe I'll pay, right?/I'll pay respects after I clap you in broad daylight/I'm a sickness that vaccines couldn't touch/A cell that the AIDS virus wouldn't bust/A man with cruel intentions that one shouldn't trust/I will always come down harder than rain and lightnin'/I'ma show you a few things to show how crazy I am then/I'm the reason why gangsters will put a gun to their neck/I'm the reason why heads get done up wit a Tek/I'm the reason why rappers wear a gloc an a vest/I'm the reason why Indians got "red-dots" on their heads/I'm the reason why niggas don't snitch to the cops and the feds/I'm the reason why my flow will not stop till I'm dead/

My all-time favorite rap quote in this battle (probably the whole site):"And to the rest of you pricks, you get my left-overs/Out with the ANGEL on my right, enter the DEVIL on my left shoulder"--Best March 24

And my second favorite:"First and foremost, I'll address NCHEKWUBE/The only day I call you the THE BEST is on April Fool's Day/"--Hillis March 24

Shout-Outs to Wiz, Hillis, All-Out, 3:16, KILLA CAM aka LOX, Steph, Best, Big J, "Manny Fresh", Kasper. I'll be right back. One

Oh yeah, I forgot my honorable "funniest shit that I've ever heard" mentioned quote, here it is:

"I saw big j playin' ball and he couldn't even catch a lob HA/I showed him how it's done and he started to sob HA/Bob's the shit HA/and hillis,bigj,and best ain't nothing but tricks HA/...ima take over the board/slay all of you whores/and you know im the lord!"

HA HA HA Ha. One

Wiz, I sent you that beat info. And guess what y'all. I guess that might be the real Manny after all. Cuz, emailed me saying it was him. Oh yeah, "big mouth of the south," lol. Hillis, go ahead and admit that that one is funny. And enjoy V-12, you might not get too many more. But right now, I'm laughin' so I'll keep em coming for you.

It Was Bitten (Remix)

Volume 12

Yeah, I said peeps stole, and you're the biggest thief/ And when I stated it last time, you said "I agree"/ You said you were a future lawyer and I had some cases/ but now you bitin hard, changing up like the faces/ I ain't goin keep goin with ya; it's like All vs. Qool/ I write for both of them, as well as for you/ And Best started TOMATOES, so it was up for grabs/ But to act like it's yours....now you up in his bag./ Then you wanna beef with the whole board. Just outta the blue?/ Well, that's a sideshow boob move, and you takin that too./ Gotta quote Pac here, cause "Your whole style is bitten"/ And how you goin say southern rap is tight? "Their whole style is trippin" /And I guess that's the real Anny, so once again it's on/ Matter of fact, never mind. Anny- Ann be gone./ Back to hillis, far from the realist/ you steal so much, you could be a Pittsburgh Steelers/ Qool-aid and Qool-whip, both from my book/ I'm callin squirrel police, cause you a str8 up crook/ both y'all are rodents, but you are the rat/ Cause now you got chapters, where'd you get that?/ You took that in broad day light, ain't even try to hide it/ Dogg, you all on my sac. No, you can't ride it!/ Do you wanna be Qool-out, In-Qool, or Qool-under?/ Oh I get it, you wanna be Qool's lil brother/ Hillis you are funny but my style, you should respect it/ And before you go to law school, work on ya ethics./ THIEF

You only got a remix this time.

"Oh My GAWD, it's him!" "Who, who is it?" THE BEST THERE IS, THE BEST THERE WAS, AND THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE MOTHAFUCKAS!! I see that the battle scene is startin' to blaze wo. But on the really yo, this is goin' to be my last post for a hot minute because I have to really buckle down with engineerin' and pledgin' and shit. But don't get fart faced just yet cause I will return.

Aiyo, check it:

H3K's constantly typed, nonsense is killin' my vision/ battle me? H3K has no intensions of winnin'/ be next to witness my vengeance, yo I'm the lyrical nemesis/ you can be equipped with all the GAME, and you still couldn't GET-WIT-THIS/ I'm a bring HELL to you, acknowledge me as your internal DEVIL/ you a GRAD STUDENT, but steady spittin' on a THIRD GRADE level/ once again, MATURE elements are what ya flows lack/ your not impressin' anyone with those "PLAYSKOOL" ass raps/ you act black, but more FROSTY than the pale snow man/ why'd you STEP to the GAWD, if you have a TOE JAM?/ you studied my diss carefully, and pieced together ya formula/ UNORIGINALITY won't cut here, Hillis I'm warnin' ya/ no wit, no punchlines, and absolutely no metaphors/ just childish lyrics, unclever words, and EVERY verse is HORE galore/ you manipulate other's quotes and take all the credibility/ so MR. DON'T STOP, PLEASE STOP!! because your verbal is killin' me/ yeah I'm KONCEITED because GAWD says cherish thyself/ I never BITE, but if I did I'd BITE from MYSELF/.....FUCK DUN GOTTA GO.....HOPEFULLY BE BACK SOON......DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME FOR MY INFAMOUS OUTRO....~1~

What up I-Net Famo? I was peeping out some of the flows we put up here. First of all I gotta say, I was reading some of my joints and in many of em, I appeared to be hating on Best and his flow. I was just doin that because I was gettin hate. But on the for real, I like his flow; no need to lie about it. 2nd of all, we have Hillis. He got some hate from me too, but when cuz is not BS-ing with his rhymes, the joints are tight. Same goes for 3:16. I read some old ones by both of them and the talent is there. Now this is not a sucka move on my part; I'm not jockin these peeps or nothing else, just calling it like it is. Wizzard, I don't know if you were just chillin at 1st or what, but since this crazy battle started, you been bringin' ya "A" game, so if I ain't said it befo, I like what you spitin'. J Dolo, I been feelin your joints from almost day 1, and the last one you put up here...that's one of the best joints in my opinion. For the most part, everybody who rhymed on here has posted at least a line or two, that I've felt, from kazper to H-Wood to Rob. Even if I say someone is copying me, I still think we all bring something to the board. FYI, before the battle for the title or whatever it was, I only said Best took from me. That's has since been discussed, debated, etc. etc. and is now over. But back to what I was saying, we all bring something. I would have to say I bring a certain type of creativity when I post, but all of us have something. Now there are some who I wasn't feelin at all, but that's neither here nor there, hating on somebodies serious efforts ain't what I'm about, so I'll leave it alone. But like I said, I was just calling it like I saw it. Now if Hillis or anybody feels the need to bring it to me, than he can do that. We qool. I just wanted to say my piece. And Manny/Anny, the fall out joint had me laughin, but I was just wondering, how old are you? 30? 40? (Couldn't resist.) Holla

ypo qool I got the beats shit.thanx wo that joint is tite as fuck.qool how you gone ask dun his age,this shit could be embarassing."H3k a boob move"--respect.I been out a while and will be out even longer .so that was the real manny,daaaaaamn what can I say..sorry dun thought you was bitin yaself.

j-dolo that was a real smooth flow right there.I assume we've squashed the beef,thats qool,thanx,you gave me some decent competition.But..

PRESS:mr ummm...Dolo,I have just heard your new joint and its clearly your best work so far,is this the new J-Dolo style.

J-DOLO:.....

PRESS:mr Dolo,there is a new song by mr ummm....3k,where he says some seriously disrespectful things about you.Are you going to address that?

J-DOLO: ummmm..I,I welll I...

PRESS:but mr Dolo,he is desrespecting your man,hood...but he's calling you a she mr Dolo,he calls you "Miss",dont you feel like your fans will be dissapointed...have you been "punked" as they call it?

I'm out like wizzard for a couple of days.

Chapter 5: Is That Yo Diss?

Dear, Captain Save These Hoes...

"uh-oh, somebody must be gettin bent out of shape/wanna be defender of other vets? WIZ, put fown that cape//I couldn't tell if you were SUCKIN DICK or tryin to diss me/was that an attack on H3K or a plea to kiss B?//were those supposed to be your "come and get HILL" lines?/but it seems you mention NCHEKWUBE'S name more than mine//what do you mean MORRIS can't defend himself because he ain't here?/this is the INTERNET, son, has that not been made clear?//and these other VETS can stand on they own two feet/they don't need you Mr. "I'll Protect Everyone From Beef..."//this ain't about me and them, it's about me and you/it's about your image, and how I'm seein through//it ain't about me and MORRIS, or even me and Q/it's about my tight flow and yours bein doo//and I can beef with every single one of the VETS/but unlike you, I can leave without somethin on my chest//are you still mad cause that subtle stab was at you?/is that why you came at me yappin about what yo gat do?//and you keep bringin up that line I took from KAZPER/did it hurt you that much? why'd it leave you ass backwards?//yo plan is obvious: "Hey, I'll defend the other guys!/come to their aid, and they'll be on MY side!"//do you really think you can turn this thread against HILL?/they know it's all love, so FAKE MAGICIAN, get real//get off that high unicorn, put down that book of magic spells/come down to TENNESSEE, come on and catch this hell//if I ain't breakin ya jaw, I'm knockin out teeth/if I ain't slittin ya throat, I'm cuttin toes off ya feet//if you ain't pushin a six, it's cuz you got jacked/if you ain't shittin no more, it's probably cause ya hole is packed//and yes, H3-GAY is an amateur move to me/kind of like when you came in here cryin, tellin us what you used to be//I would call you a HAS-BEEN, but you're really a NEVER- WAS/how you claim to be a contender when you ain't even put on the gloves?//fuck a will no lose, I CAN NOT LOSE, you understand me, wizzard/I got a mind to kill NSYNC niggas with a dash of Smithers//and I used Smithers before, but it applies to you/H3K ain't the greatest? who been tellin these lies to you?//if I ain't the greatest, then you tell me who is/is it MORRIS, Q, ENGLAND, DOLO, or possibly you, WIZ?//here's the answer: NO, NO, NO, NO, and HELL NO!/the only difference between me and them is you don't really wanna see me no mo//so next time you post yo mask will be missin/and for next post, I wonder who's ass you'll be kissin/but check how I run ya mind, you silly little guy/why'd you stop using "1" to to replace an "I?"//I got you usin capital "I"s now, I'm the reason for the change/kind of like when you made ROB take the B-R-E off his name//how's that taste in ya mouth? is it sour like a lemon?/H3K runs you WIZ, ask HILLIS...Simmons..." lol

Now, THAT'S a diss!

I'm out like me cause I gotta write somethin for Q and young B. Peace!

Chapter 6: Who?

"Nooooo, he's bleeding!" "Who?! Who's bleeding?!" "MORRIS BREASTS, muphukas!"

"Uh, uh, uh, oh LAWD it's him again (Who? Who is it?)/the QUEENS nigga that did somethin stupid (Who? Who did it?)//the nigga with the stains in his draws (Who? Who shitted?)/the nigga with pee runnin down his leg (Who? Who's pissin?)//the nigga who's always angry (Who? Who's livid?)/uptight when he raps (Who? Who's rigid)//the nigga that took Nas's style (Who? Who bit it?)/the nigga that fits a fag stereotype (Who? Who fits it?)//MORRIS BREASTS, muphuckas, don't forget the NO NUTS/H3K is the "GAWD" , no IFS, ANDS, or BUTS//you can be a DEVIL if you want, causin mischief and such/but I'm a heaven sent ANGEL; we all know who wins between us//I'm a SENIOR in college, but spit on a PhD level/you can wear that KONCEITED armor, but my shit pierces through metal//since I'm from DA SOUTH, you know I stay diamond studded/and since you're from the east, I know you stay studio thuggin//I keep it rough and rugged, and keenly original/and you're not Q, what's up with all this talk about criminals//and I'm not Q, when do I mention whores?/you makin up shit, son, and takin stuff that ain't yours//if we flowed on A U-Haul, ya flows still wouldn't move me/but we know that, silly, it's the U-Haul that's moving//is that one of your complex metaFOURS? oops, excuse me, metaEIGHTS?/say my flows lack maturity, but yours lack weight//I know my verbal is killin you, I know you want me to stop/but I'm MR. DON'T STOP, not til the competition drops//you act black, but MORE PRETTY than Anna Kournikova/how can you claim to be thorough, when you worried bout ya makeup runnin over?//still questionin my race, when you don't even know me/until you walk a mile in my shoes, son you can blow me//and does attendin an HBCU make you blacker than me?/nah, kid, it just makes your degree seem wacker to me//just jokin, I love my historically black schools/but don't think Vanderbilt niggas follow white folks rules//but this ain't about our schools, it's about bein GOAT/there's no question whether my ancestors arrived on a boat//it's about the nigga that ripped MORRIS (Who? Who ripped him?)/kicked him while he was down (Who? Who kicked him?)/knocked him for a loop (Who? Who flipped him?)/blasted him on wax (Who? Who dissed him?)//nipped MORRIS in the bud (Who? Who nipped him?)/embarassed him in this arena (Who? Who whipped him?)"

HILLIS 3000, muphukas!

I'm out like me cause Q is next... lol... Peace!

Chapter 7: Court Is In Session

Here comes the judge, here comes the judge...

"Uh, uh, uh, my job as a lawyer is to notice contradictions/so if I'm prosecutin Q, I'd surely get a conviction//first you tell me beefin with the vets I got from you/then in the next volume you say it's a SIDESHOW BOOB move//you told me it was BOB style, that's what you said/looks like all those "facts" are gettin confused in ya head//your facts are oxymorons, and callin you OUT is my job/did I get my beef from you or did I get my beef from BOB?//oh wait, are you sayin you and BOB are the same?/QS are your initials and BOB is your middle name?//gettin "tough" with HILL just to get a little fame?/but you're exhaustin all the powers held in yo little brain//you may not be BOB, but you're still an IMPOSTER/posin as hoopster on the Team 3 roster//and you're posin as a rapper, but at least you admit it/at least you've plead guilty to one of the crimes you've committed//I wanna ride YOUR nuts? son, YOU are MY creation/H3K gave you the "urge to rap" sensation//you're gonna break a tooth bitin the hand that feeds you/on a slightly different note, you need to learn to read, too//I said I CLOWNED tomatoes first, I never claimed to make it up/but I don't mind you clownin it, too, you can take it, cuz//and be honest, I was the first to take it to ANNY-ANN/at first you were just tryin to make peace with the man//but you called him a ho, and I gave you your props/but your previous attacks at ANNY had been flops//back to your illiteracy, in Chapter One, I explained about the chapters/I turned volumes into chapters just to diss you, dumb bastard//and I know you used COOL-WHIP and KOOL-AID this year/but I brought those up to use against you, was that not clear?//and was that a remix or garbage just recycled?/whatever it was, it still sounded stifled//and that "I'm quittin, female trait" reverse psychology might work on B, ya heard?/but you could write the last volume and I'd still get the last word//if there's obstacles to me bein GOAT, I'm feelin minimal resistance/I would clown DC rap, but DC rap is nonexistent!//oh wait, I can't forget about TAG TEAM/and how ALL and QOOL both make up a fag team//and didn't TAG TEAM steal their one hit from 69 SOUTH?/do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?//so are you QOOLINA, QOOLANNA, or QOOLETTE?/oh I get it, you wanna be HILL's lil pet//Q, your views are gettin out of focus, man/and if QOOL ain't worse than AFROMAN, he's the closest man..."

Order in the courtroom, here comes the judge...

I'm out like the Warriors for playoff contention. Peace!

whattup hillis,it looks like business is slow,here.well here is something i put together for you...special delivery.

Was that a rhyme or a poem/you cant lace that with a beat,coz that shit aint flowin/I get disgusted as I sit back,watchin these fake queers/typin internet prose like they trynna be Shakespeare/I attack you and your obnoxious peers/bow down youg un before I box your ears/first you gimme props then you takem back/then you attack best,then you try to un-attack/youre confused and bemused /the recipe to loose/contradictin yourself,its typical of fools/only a coward attacks and then says he was joking/you aint got the balls to beef that’s why you suger coatin/you aint ready for war so don’t tamper with fate/hesitation and indecision those are feminine traits/how you gone fuck with wizard spittin ”…uumnnn no I am kiddin..”/this aint pre-school so quit adlibbin /for the record you said it yourself,you learnt from the best/you cant argue case closed, you biter,you confessed/just go back and get taught howta react under stress/you gonna need that class,coz you fuckin with vets/nigga stays trynna box after the bell has rung/I am sorry you aint the goat I am sorry you haven’t won/I aint gonna put it gently son,I am not your dad/this shit will look bad,/when lam kickin your flabby ass all the way back to rehab/you on my dick like the press and I aint even blow-up/takin this goat thing personal,you need to grow-up/pick your casket and your burial spot/so that when I come to Tennessee I’ll show you your first glock /makin petty threats like you gonna come and hunt me/haven’t you heard of gats you southern fried monkey/niggas is desperate these days/blingin on the internet— these gays/and by the way you knerd/I now type capital ”I” its automatic in MS-word/and yeah I said the best’s name,its not copy righted/don’t get protective like you own him, I am allowed to write it/naah you aint white you a brainwashed Blackman/you think like they do,they play you like pacman/

All right, here is the seriousness. I think all y'all niggas is tight as fuck. I already said that y'all niggas spit better than most of the trash put on wax today. If I can get some big wig to come to this site, we might all have to meet up and flip hip-hop upside down. I'm not gonna break down ya flows, because I notice that once you start tweakin with other niggas flows, you start fuckin up the good in they shit, too. Like I feel like everything y'all say/type/do is a part of your overall flow, and if I'm diggin yo overall flow, I ain't too much worried about little shit. And anything I say in the battle is in the context of the battle or an extreme exaggeration of other stuff y'all post. But for all of y'all that be spittin, I'm gonna post 4 quotes each from all of y'all that made my list of TTD (tight to def). And there are more, but I narrowed it down to four to save time. Also, 3:16 and kazper ain't spat since Round 2, and I've already posted quotes from there, so I'll wait and post some quotes from them when they get chances to spit some more.

WIZ

"Your quality control standards must have really gone down, read your rime to yourself, you’ll see how gay you sound"

"O, I wont repeat, you cant be that dum, black"

"When I punch your teeth out, then you’ll be like "wiffard iff the don niggaff, no doubt!"

"My rhymes are Halle Berry, yours are just a hood-rat"

THE BEST

"Why'd you STEP to the GAWD, if you have a TOE JAM?"

"QUITE FRANKLY, I think ya wordplay and wittiness sucks"

"The ILLITERATE can rhyme words, that applies NO SKILL, put this tournament on WAX, and find out whose for REAL"

"Significant name implies ya lyrics are COPIED AND PASTED"

J-DOLO

"You probably had no sex like Jesus's mother"

"How you gonna call me fag when you own at least 3 blouses?"

"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"

"Who would try to clap at this? Are you really livin it or are you rappin it?"

ALL OUT

"Dolo, mention me no mo" (the mp3 version...lol)

"Hating on my stats, compared to Bob you wack"

"And before you go to law school, work on ya ethics - THIEF!"

"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"

Like I said them ain't the only 4 quotes (maybe not even the tightest) but they just the four that jump out at me.

I'm out like Kansas and Oklahoma from the Final Four. Peace!

I been in Florida for the past two weeks, and I forgot to post sayin I'd be away. Anyway I read all thats goin on. I wuz laughing so much reading it all, u guys are all hilarious! Alright I just felt like trying to write a verse too...it sux but hey, I tried, haha, and its kinda fun. So here it is:


Not to any particular beat:

When I die, like Big I wanna go to hell/I don't ever wanna have to come outta my shell/Hiding behind changing facades like a chameleon/Can anyone in this world ever really win?/No its full of cruelty and steotypes/C'mon did any of y'all really think I could rap?/Nah shes a girl, and shit shes even white!/But that don't mean shit, just watch my verse take flight/I ain't tryna be some *F'Eminem*/I just felt like pickin up my pen, lettin the words flow out so I could show them/I got more to me than ya think/I ain't just some chick sittin Pretty in Pink/I ain't ever seen no Projects, I don't come from *da Hood*/I don't fit into the mold that most of u would/I'm just droppin this here unexpectedly like bird shit/And this won't be the last from me, cuz now my candle's lit...

tell me what y'all think. im out for now. oh and happy easter! Shoutouts to all the vets (u know who u are).

"Oh My God, it's him!" "Who, who is it?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!! I promised I'll be back "soon" with my verse, so here it is.

Aiyo, check it:

You're WINNIN' with longevity, but with verbal traits of a LOSER/ fradualant emceein' isn't a talent, you're a lyric misuser/ who pronounced you as the g.o.a.t. because that theory I'll break/ your rhymin' skill is like your BITCHES ORGASMS, it's FAKE/ the mic in my hand is elite, you're prophesizin' to grasp it/ don't make re-citin' my lines a hobbie, YOU ARE NOT OF MY STATUS!!/ you are lyrically incomplete, I'm exquisite and lavish/ you know you wanna be a KAPPA, but the LOOKS you don't have it/ my rhymes are FLAMES, ICE spittin' I'll easily defeat/ you lacin' MEDIUM RARE verses, better turn up ya HEAT/ bein' ORIGINAL is a task that's way out of ya range/ RE-THINK your disses cautiously, ya shit is soundin' the SAME/ I'm spittin' verses for leisure, while you are dyin' for respect/ I bet your only outside interactions is T.V. and the NET/ basically you're all talk, there's no impact from ya diss/ fuck a mic, you need a TAMPON cause you spit like a BITCH/ speakin' of tactics you don't have, you whole format is choppy/ you a DIRTY south slum, that explains why ya wordplay is SLOPPY/ from my INTRO to my METAFOURS, yo what else will you copy?/ MR. DON'T STOP shouldn't apply, it's obvious you can't STOP ME!!/ just research my battle history, you'll see my flow is abundant/ realize you can't defeat me because my THRONE(yeah it's spelled right) is redundant/ I advise to act UNCONSCIOUS when you SENSE my presence/ STOP ya rhymes, so this thread can have a TRUE lyrical essence/.......NEXT IS.........ONE MYSLEF!!

"Noooo, he's leavin'!" "Who, who's leavin'?" THE BEST MOTHAFUCKAS!!

"You're not WACK, you what WACK wants to be when it grows up"-Chino XL

One more thing wo, I just peeped out Wizzard's verse towards Hillis and LMfuckin'AO, OMfuckin'G, I'm not frutin' this nigga, but dun killed you Hillis. "makin petty threats like you gonna come and hunt me/haven’t you heard of gats you southern fried monkey/niggas is desperate these days/blingin on the internet— these gays/and by the way you knerd/I now type capital ”I” its automatic in MS- word"......that shit right there is FLAMES!! ONEMYSELF

Hell, yeah, nigga! I got niggas comin at me HARD! lol But two niggas in particular are comin with a bit more. And them two niggas ain't come at nobody else like this (except possibly Best at Q). But the "Chapters" were just for QOOL and it ain't about QOOL no more...

"Uh, uh, uh, the psychiatrist ain't help MORRIS, I'm still on ya mind/and yo WIZ, what's up? you can't keep me out ya rhymes//I'm flattered, you two niggas givin me all ya time/gettin down and DIRTY, givin me ya best lines//it seems I stand alone in this battle against dumb and dumber/MR. COMPUTER GLOCK and MR. META (you can insert the number//I seen this comin all along but gave MORRIS the benefit of the doubt/there's no way these two cats were sharin the same house//you claim that you're not fruitin this nigga/but it's obvious you like to stick ya fruit in this nigga//but that's common in the sorority ALPHA KAPPA ALPHA PSI/say I wanna be a Nupe - motherfucker, why?//whenever you attack me MORRIS, you never come on ya own/you always gotta have a right hand man when challengin my throne (you did spell it right)//no disrespect to BIG J, I'm cool with "THE BEAST"/this is about the two niggas who's rhymes affect me the least//WIZ really must think he's gonna show me a gun/if bullets could come through COMPUTER SCREENS I might run//but if I'm not fightin with my mind, then I got a couple of fists/so if you two REALLY wanna see me, you best bring the four-fifth//WIZ, I'm glad you found MORRIS cuz you couldn't battle me solo/that's why you instigatin shit, tryin to get at me through J-DOLO//and yeah, MORRIS, I sampled your ANGER, I said that before/I added it to the laid back style the fans already adored//foolish nigga, I reworked your INTRO and you thinkin I jock it?/re-read the rap, son, I took it just to knock it//are you blind? can't you tell I took it just to mock it/for all I'm concerned, take that bull and put it back in your pocket//and WIZ, the MS Word line was funny, I give you your props/but keep imaginary thuggin, I'm gon call the imaginary cops//back to MORRIS: ya metaphors unfortunately lack substance/big words, flashy style, H3K is above it//and ya image is like WIZ's ORGASM: fake!/this battle is like McNabb compared to Gus Frerrote and Jeff Blake//wonderin where these two duns will end up? check HELL/sorry QOOL, I can't resist: why you keep reppin Chino XL?//that nigga is about as unpopular as ya boy MR. COMPUTER GLOCK/the highlight of that nigga's career is gettin blasted by PAC//but back to the real topic: MR. DON'T STOP's the name/I drop tight verses like them Kappas drop "kanes"//I start wars like them WHITE BOYS that started ya frat/and I finish niggas off like like the playoffs with the Lakers and Shaq//H3K on the attack, doin it nothin nice/if you two niggas want more, you can come get ya ass whipped twice..."

Maybe you two should email each other a collabo verse and then post it together... lol! Nah, for real, get at me. The thread is watching...

I'm out like me cause I got homework to do. Peace!

HILLmatic...NOT (Volume 13)

Look in the mirror if ya wanna see contradictions / and name a rapper from TN who really deserves a listen / Tag team was weak. I ain't never hype em/ but 69 boys was too, but I bet that you like em/ And you shouting out Anny, like he won the attack/ but he couldn't win, I gave no rematch/ You bringin up old beefs, is that where you wanna go?/ LOX, Best, Big J... naw, I didn't think so/ Using my stuff to flatten others, I got no problem with that, trick/ But how you goin use it on me, when I'm the one that spat it?/ The chapters thing, you admit: You stole that, right?/ It's true Qool inspires you. It's there in black and white./ As far as your race, I couldn't care less/ and I set the pace for you to go at the vets./ But unlike like Phillis, A.O had a purpose/ You did it for attention. What a disservice / To your yourself, to the board, and to all of my volumes,/ Cause when you copy from us all, you cause all of us problems. / Are you trippin? I ain't quittin' I'm just gettin bored. / Plus you lost it already, phill, look at the score./ And Team 3, you still on that? I ain't lose the game/ So when I step thru the campus, I feel no shame./ You a slouch,/ hill 2 the out/ you though I forgot?/ And you doing no shooting and seeing nothing get shot./ A true Stan or is it Stanley, talking bout how you bring it/ Be a man and come manly as a female, you gotta wing it./ And whatever you thinking about posting, go head and trash it/ you was funny for a while, was it fun while it lasted?/ Copied my name and my volumes, what else will you take/ Called ya self Hillout, like you were my mate/ Yeah I tried to make peace, look at my name/ but when I got tired of it, I stepped up the game./ You seem to be honored that I gave you my 1st rhyme/ but I would have spat eventually, it was a matter of time/ MISS...DO STOP calling peeps biters/ all of them peeps know you're the reciter/ You like shadows so you followed in mine./ You either spat it word for word, or you sampled a line/ I gotta admit, I'm flattered, that you really wanna learn/ Okay, after your battle, you can be my intern/ I don't care that you beefed with kazper, and Wiz, and Big./ Lyrically Qoolout, will murder you, even if it was your own thread. / You a Qoolout wanna be, you love the attention. / Man get off my sac, go get you some women. H-3-K, will bite a style quick,/ goes by Hillout, that made him my trick/ your entire style, you stole and found and bit/ H3K to I3K, dogg you on Qool's .... you know the rest.

Hey, Hillis, what we goin call the group? Hey Wiz, when we goin start that duo? Steph, nice flow. Big J, come on dogg. It's your turn!!! GO AHEAD AND GRACE US WITH ONE! On a different note, let's keep this board about convo, too. We kinda did this topic before, but why not again? Everybody name your fav. female rapper and tell why. Holla. And happy Easter (the day I came into the world).

I tried to send y'all an mp3 but it exceeded everyone of y'alls storage allocation. It's only a 2 minute mp3. Oh well, I tried. QOOL, you know H3K has to back at you on that last one. But I think we should call ourselves "Starvin Artists" cuz we doin all this rappin and ain't gettin paid.

Did y'all hear about Ellen Degeneres? She died today. Yup, they found her face down in Ricki Lake... that's my April Fool's Day joke for that ass.

I'm out like the NCAA Women's Tournament. Peace!

Chapter Just For Q...

What round would this be?

"Uh, uh, uh, REcyclin, REspittin, REusin the same trash/REworkin the same lines everytime you involved in a clash//to keep it from being an EXACT REPLICA you just switch up the name/but it got old last month, son, you need to switch up ya game//except for your first round verse, EVERY volume sounds the same/your every opponent is a thief; ain't it time for a change?//Volume 13... I liked it better when it was called VOLUME ONE!/MR. DON'T STOP keeps on doin it until the competition is OUT, dun (outdone)//Hillout and I3K were JOKES, I made that plain as day/but if that's where you wanna take it, then that's the game we'll play//exhibit A, ya honor, when Q battled BEST he brought up HILL/now he battlin me and bringin up BEST, ya honor, what's the deal?//come on Q, you don't need others, let's keep it between us/I would never have given you a compliment, if I had known it would cause such a fuss!//exhibit B, when he used my line about ANNY's departure, I didn't get mad/folks can quote me all they want, I don't need these lines that bad//I don't need to cling tightly to every little thing I say/cause unlike him, I'll say somethin just as tight the next day//it's gettin too possesive in here, you too quick to point out what's yours/so consumed on defendin old shit, you can't come up with new shit no more//exhibit C, Q even said HILL made the "ho" remark better than the original/but if he wants it back he can have it, its value to me is minimal//if I used your line I looked you in the eye and took it like a man/unlike you who snuck up on NAS and stole that line about Stan//exhibit D, he can be quoted as sayin he was influenced by me/but now all of sudden he did it all by himself, that sounds foolish to me//case closed, no need for continuous litigation/with a style so versatile, my skills fit the nation//it looks like QOOL truly is ALL OUT/claim to be purely factual, but you're simply ALL DOUBT//if you come at me again, I want to help you come different/I want to uplift you, my bro in Christ, with a Jesus-type deliverance//how can I be your intern when you're lyrically UNEMPLOYED?/why would I want to learn from a "rapper" whose lyrics are NOT ENJOYED?//so no more "facts" QOOL old chum, please display ya real talent/all ya raps about me have been seriously out of balance/last but not least, you know what state 8BALL and MJG represent/don't get mad cause y'all ain't home to hip-hop, just home to the president..."

QOOL, I expect you to make like #6 on DMX's first album and "Get At Me, Dog" lol! Are you about to be 23? Favorite female rapper? Ha! You know I'm from DA SOUTH, so I'll stand alone on this one, but I'm gonna go with Gangsta Boo. lol! I can't help it. God forgive my love for ALL styles...

I'm out like the Easter holiday. Peace!

BIG UPS TO MY UCONN WOMEN BRINGIN' IT HOME ONCE AGAIN!!!

Yo what up, peeps?! Happy belated Easter to ya!! I hope ya went to church. I wore my pimp-ass suit and I was gettin' all kind of stares (especially from the MAD CHICKS I was givin' the eye to!).Niggas ain't used to me wearin a suit, especially when all I wear is Fubu, Tommy, Mecca, Tims, Roc-a-Wear, Basketball Jerseys (Throwbacks and new-ones), and so on. I wanted to get a authentic NBA jersey with my name on the back from the internet, but I need someone's credit card (Of course I'll give someone the 150 bucks before they do it).Anyways, what up peeps? Best, thanks for the compliment on the email. What up, Steph? Uh-oh, you got a nice little flow there. You should type some more up here.

My favorite female rapper? I have a tie between Foxy and Rah Digga.I've always liked Rah Digga just for her voice alone, and Foxy's been comin' alot harder than ever before, plus she always had ill lyrics (even when Jay-z wasn't writin them).

This is official:"Killa Kam" is the only nigga from the Roc that I'm feelin right now.

Anyone hear that "Hot-lanta" remix with J.D, Ludacris, ST.Lunatics, Puffy and Snoop. That shit is hot.

Ain't this some shit: In Bridgeport, Ct, Some homedude got killed outside the club Saturday for doin' the "crip-walk" and they found out that he wasn't a crip. I thought they only kill niggas for shit like that in the West.

Why are there so many "Lil'" people in the rap game?

Michael Jordan's still showin greatness even after comin' off knee surgery (34 points in 22 minutes. That's like 34 pts in almost 2 quarters!!)

Someone's rap name in years to come: Osama bin Laden, in some way, shape or form this will be someone's name if it isn't right now. Does kinda sound tight. Famous rap names having to do with villians: Capone and "Noriega" (the real way to spell it),Daz "Dillinger", Tragedy "Khadafi", Nas "Escobar", Scarface (Capone's nickname), Oh yeah, can't forget the lyrical battle. I'll spit something on the next post, as if this post wasn't long enough. Peace.

--J-Dolo puts his "beat" C.D. in his CD player--12:15pm

Aiight niggas I've got time to spare, so I'ma zone out for about 3-5 minutes 'to get used to the beat, then it's on!

--6 minutes later, J-Dolo's ready.--12:27pm

--("The Seriousness Pt 2")--

"Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken/I should rob you but with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'/I've got a left hook, that'll be leavin' guys knocked out/Keep frontin, nigga I'm choke you till ya eyes pop out/I was taught that if a nigga swing , swing right back/Battle J-Dolo, c'mon why do a stupid thing like that?/Yo, I'm not in the mood son so don't push me tonight/Plus I fucked your moms and that pussy was right/That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers/You fuckin' snitch, right now you're probably workin for "Squirrel Police" wearin' wires/It's not a joke, so as soon as you laugh/I'ma strip you naked and stick a long broom in the ass/Leave ya heart-broken, make ya quit and start smokin'/When I'm done I'ma leave body parts open/I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug/That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood/Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out/ You ain't a player, put that cigar out/Take the suit off, befor I shoot off, and tear your roof off/Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph/I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse/For that wack verse, should have tried them other cats first/I do shit that only tough men do/And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too/Unfold the phone and call ya solders at home/Tell them you saw J in Rollin' Stone, hold a chrome/No dough, always on the train-ass nigga/This little lame-ass nigga, 9 karat-chain-ass nigga/You gets fucked while wearin' duct tape, cupcake/How many dicks really can your butt take?/I ran through every bitch in my path/I was fuckin chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half/Yo, when I'm done I'ma take you out your misery/And after this, nigga, put you in the social studies book 'cause you're history!/