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

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!

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

"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!

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).

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!

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!

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.

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!/

"It's been real since I was a young boy chokin' MC's with mic chords/When the night hits, ball courts turn into dice boards/Got illegal two-ways instead of cell phones/Chillin' on the block wit chapped lips and ashy elbows/You know the streets brainwashed me, play the game harshly/Drug dealers slang where the narks be/Make a sound to the cops and get found in the lot/Everybody come in town when you're not/Nobody comes around when you're not/Always keep the round in the crouch/Whenever me and fam decide to lounge on the block/Quick to pull it out if a clown get us hot/Niggas know that I spit dangerously/Friends or not, weak niggas ain't hangin' with me/All my hustlers keep clubbin' and slanging yo E/Six brought my first bar, eight got brains in the V/You young cats ain't got morals no more/Niggas quick to go to war with the four/Get knocked and tell it all to the law/In the station tellin' the feds all that you saw/Fuck bein' local, I wanna rap professionally now/Took a long time before I finished perfectin' my style/Even with a deal I'll have more bills than a Destiny's Child/Y'all know it's like that, so fight back cuz I'm reckless and wild/Niggas will not stop sellin' till the paychecks' gone/Bootleggers in the street waitin' for J's next song/When I enter a town niggas quick to take their jewels off/I'ma stay a hot-ass nigga 'till the day I decide to cool off/My hunger builds everytime that I'm broke/They say that I'm too young to rhyme about coke/I got an uncle that sniffed it, a brother that pitched it, a cousin that flipped it/And that's for ya wonderin' why my rhymin' is "dope"/Snatch ya sneakers, shoulda left the Nikes at home/ Seeing bullets fire from chrome, the sight of my dome/Standing on the block with dice and wireless phones/Y'all know the name, J-Dolo and He got Divine Right to The Throne/"

Rebuttal (Volume 14)

I don't care if I mention you in beef with Best, you shout me out the most./ Go reread your bull, it's "Qoolout" every post./ My stuff sounds the same? You stole that, true? / Cause I recall Best said it, but it was directed to you./ In your beef vs him, you already mentioned me,/ and when its you vs Qool you mention B-E-S-T/ So it's bad when I do it, but you do it too?/ Lawyers suppose to at least start off honest, I thought that you knew./ So you made my line better, yeah I admit it./ But if I was never here, you could have never even spit it./ MJG and 8Ball, you can't be serious./ Do you like them for real? Why? I'm just curious./ And I'm hip to the lawyer tactic, make the victim look bad./ But answer, yes or no, "Did you go in my bag?"/ and Anny's, Best's, Bob's and Kazper's for example. / You should call ya self P.Diddy as much as you sample./ I took some stuff from Nas. So, am I alone?/ If Phill is without sin, then Phill, cast the first stone./ And how you goin' call out all my rap foes, like it's an abundance?/ It was you and Best, so Phillip, stop frontin./ And do you even know what a remix really is?/ You suppose to repeat stuff, look at the prefix./ And I'm a poet but I use rap as a type of avenue/ But when you say I'm not a rapper, you sampled that too/ If not from me then you got it from Best/ I don't know about him, but you owe me a check/ If you gonna battle me then why not come original/ And just FYI, southern rap is pitiful./ Also, the line about Anny that you think you wrote/ Go read board number 1, its something than Anny spoke/ Can you even tell me something that was truly your verse?/ What? the HA flow, naw Boob did that first./ And you say you took stuff from me like a man. Hill, are you playing?/ This is Internet war, so what are you saying?/ Hillout and I3K, so what they were jokes? You say it as if they differ from the rest of ya posts./ The majority of your stuff is very amusin'/ and as long as you keep on stealing, I'ma keep on accusin/ You say I recycle and the volumes are weak/ Does that negate the fact that you are a theft?/ The intern thing is now off the table/ Cause you've been exposed as a crook and you can't shake that label./ Since I know that you steal, let me get some free cable/ Qool will always beat Hill, anything else is just fable./ V-14, my rebuttal. It's clearly untouchable / and you are no more of a lawyer than Claire Huxtable.

I ain't hear your MP3 so I can't say nothing about that (for now). Maybe your label just knew that the world wouldn't want it, so they pulled it, lol.

H3K is out like the closet.

Aiyo, check it:

the answer's ABSOLUTELY NOT, is he the GOAT was the question/ you typed "HARD" with some EMOTION, have you caught an ERECTION/ I sensed ya envy all along, apply the jealous inspection/ in all my beefs you defended me with cherished affection/ you loved and admired my style accordin' to my recollection/ keep RE-PEATIN' my metaphors, wanna be my reflection/ now my flows lack substance?, cure ya hater infection/ empty on wit, is that why you started speakin' of weapons?/ ya shit's boring, recycled trash details all of ya verses/ ya namin' tactics are so STUPID, yo I think their the WORST-EST/ dissect ya lyrics into pieces with my verbal incision/ you spat THREE verses at me, so now I have TRIPLE WACK VISION!!/ you continue speakin' of NUTS, I think dickblowin's ya mission/ YO my KANE will never DROP because I STEP with precision/ If my rhymes affect you the least, then why reply so quick/ fuck MOCKIN-IT, and KNOCKIN-IT, nigga you JOCKIN'-MY SHIT/ you wouldn't know HIP HOP if it JUMPED in front of ya face/ FAGGOTS like you keep SWITCHIN' the culture into more disgrace/ lyrical criminal, you a lawyer don't mishandle ya case/ you prove nothin' with ya verse except for takin' up space/ I RAP-A-LOT, but I'd be damned if I'll reside in HOUSTON/ don't reply "WIT" RE-WACKNESS, because ya shit's not AMUSIN'/ you're just another PUZZLED dummy, intellect is CONFUSIN'/ and why would the thread WATCH this battle, they already know that you're losin'......FUCK ONE'N MYSELF, YOU NEED TO ONE YO SELF!!

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

"Niggaz are wack, and wanna blame it on the LORD like MASE"-Chino XL

Hey, ho, check this!

"Uh, uh, uh, dodge a bullet, avoid a mine, and still watch out for the snipers/no flute, but still run niggas like the Pied Piper//you don't STEP, you SHAKE, that's only in a Kappa's nature/fuck pledgin, you'll probably only be a Kappa on PAPER//I seen better steps from the Sigma Gamma Rho chicks/you drop them "kanes" so often, step shows to you is a game of pick up sticks//so used to takin WOOD they got you hooked on the dick/or is it the flu? go ahead and get the bottle of Vick's//you sent the personal shots first, so I send em right back at you/I fight your FIRE with WATER, that ain't nothin new//and I know it's still cool, you ain't take the shit straight to heart/you ain't got one, you ain't real, you ony fit to PLAY A PART//now I'm jealous? fuck, you can't be cool with some niggas on this thread/give a nigga a COMPLIMENT and it go straight to his head!//"you're jockin me! you're jockin me!" Oh my LORD!/you a trip, son, in real life you can't be that abhorred//is this your self-esteem booster? you cannot be that bored/are you mad your misleading moniker has been RIGHTFULLY IGNORED?//I'm bringin out the missles, and you still fightin with a sword//somebody call up NAS and tell him his style is bein FORGED//and your "clever wordplay" is merely GAWDY, entertainment for the simple minded/I get every one of ya silly metaphors, and I don't need it to be rewinded//there's a GOLDEN RULE in rap, do you need to be reminded?/keep MASTERBATIN all over ya verses and you'll eventually BE BLINDED//in this battle to be THE GREATEST, I'm the only one with the COURAGE to be the GOAT/the rest of y'all is content to not be LAST and merely keep ya ship afloat//but MORRIS, speakin of namin, where did you get namin niggas "Mark Morrison" and "Eddie Kane" from?/I did that back on the old board with that nigga R- SON//but it ain't my style to bring up OLD SHIT and what I USED TO DO/take it, it's a gift, I don't mind if you use it, too//and did you learn a new word? everything with you is "PRECISION"/but you're about as precise as a drunk driver that caused a 10 car crash collision//I doubt you're the type of "bruh" the Kappa founding fathers envisioned/STOLEN IMAGE, FAKE THUG, gon wind up in an INTERNET PRISON//if you bit from yourself, you'd come up with a mouthful of BITCH/you're probably not even a real human, just a MATRIX COMPUTER GLITCH//you're getting angry agin, I can tell by how you rappin at me, CLOWN/RIP to BIG PUN, but NCHEKWUBE I'm laughing at you now..."

Iddy Ya Ha High? Yiddy Ah Ah Aye? Are you allowed to explain that Best? How much longer you got? Qool, that was a low blow about my mp3. Speaking of low blows, how's Beyonce? lol And hold up, is that really Manny or not?

I'm out the name LOX cause he posts as KILLA CAM. Peace!

What up, niggas?! Is this the "Final Four" of this battle? (Wiz, Q, Best, and Hillis)?.Q, I've just read the Feb 4 posts by kazper, and them shits had me rollin'! Those punchlines (ex. To wiz he said, "You and Rescue Ranger's cousin the "Squirrel Police".LMAO!!) were funny as hell! Someone a couple of days ago addressed me as "Miss Dolo". Just want that person to make sure that I ain't forgot. So here it goes. Ding Ding!

--The Final Fury--

I be twistin' bitches alot, have em sit on the cock/I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot/You stay at the bottom while I start to rise to the top/Yeah I rap but a nigga still got them pies on the block/I keep a stash box and take a ride with them glocks/Smoke 'dro, fuck po because I fly from them cops/Bitches get wet lookin' at the size of my rocks/Niggas droolin' when they see the size of my knots/I'm a type of nigga that'll die for my props/Stop frontin' cuz you ain't got no dough/You just mad cuz I knocked yo ho/While cops watch me, I got cats watchin' po-po/My block loco, don't need a crew cuz I rock "dolo"/You ain't the only one talkin' about gunnin' the steal/Nigga I breathe anthrax, skip mountains and jump over "Hills"/This nigga thinkin' he something like he committed manslaughter, son/Talks about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun/Tryin' to hype shit with all this beefin' in the battle/And if you really want beef you better start sleepin' with the cattle/Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this/So if you're comin' to see me nigga, bring a cast and some crutches/I should never rhyme cuz everytime I step into a contest/Niggas evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat/You might be live, but I'm mad liver/My rhymes are dirtier than an Afghan cab driver/Step to this and get sliced with ease/Ate up like rice and beans/You talk about guns but I'm nice with these/You wanna call me "Miss Dolo", well if you say so, "Hillary"/You're not "Mr. Don't Stop", it's "MRS PLEASE STOP, YOU"RE KILLIN' ME"/"Being glad to be breakin bread with the Elite" is the bullshit you givin' me/You couldn't post a phat rhyme if it was on rush delivery/The only time you're bustin' is when you're "Humpin' Around"/The only thing you're spittin' is the cum out yo mouth/Cuz everytime we battle I know the victory's mine/Cuz all your good "raps" come only on Christmas Time/.....OOUUUUCH!(Get it? wraps?)

The Seriousness (HILLIS style...)

"Uh, uh, uh, small time rappers wanna rise without paying respects to THE DON/but I'm gon start pissing and use J-DOLO's mouth as the john//fuck the FINAL FOUR, I took the championship on Monday/I'm a LEXUS gettin challenged by a nigga that's HYUNDAI//don't play with waterguns, but still can wet you with the SUPER SOAKER/you can be the ACE OF SPADES, but H3K's the BIG JOKER//I've had crackheads look me in the eye and beg to wash my windows/so I'm ENTERTAINED by these hardcore thugs AKA ghetto DELROY LINDOS//niggas talkin bout they bad, ridin through hoods in a burban/but I walked the desert trails of AFGHANISTAN without a mandatory turban//I looked OSAMA in the eye, and walked on HOLY LAND/went toe to toe by myself with the whole KU KLUX KLAN//if I drop around CHRISTMAS, like JESUS, it's my GIFT TO THE WORLD/in 9 MONTHS make sure you take care of my GIFT TO YA GIRL//if I'm HILLARY I could still get mo pussy than you've ever seen/you could be in the rap game 20 years and still be FOREVER GREEN//nigga, I breathe C-O, skip ATMOSPHERES, and jump over PLANETS/take yo battle to someone else, I'm more than you can manage//DODO, "Why me?" is the question you should ask GOD/the only good thing about ya state is ya WOMEN'S HOOP SQUAD//and the only "HART" in UCONN is in the CAPITAL'S NAME/stick to local politics, I''ve moved on to CAPITOL FAME//you can see a TENNESEE boy whenever you're READY TO BEEF/just make sure that you come prepared and READY TO BLEED//I'm a finisher with a killer instinct so be READY TO SLEEP/call up JESUS now and ask Him if He's READY FOR THEE..."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know... UConn beat the Lady Vols on the way to bein 39-0...

I'm out like Andrea Hillary. Peace!

its SHOWTIME niggas, im the LORD OF THE RINGS/ and i wont stop, like no brake pads on the TIME MACHINE/but since you pride is shattered,and in your skill, lays a doubt/im sorry, ask BENJAMIN,cause he knows what im ALL ABOUT// i spit sub-zero lyrics, put you in your own personal ICE AGE/ or in your own personal PANIC ROOM, under ground till the END OF DAYS/yall the ROOKIES on this team, while im making mill-ions/ ima movie-star niggas, yall are sitcom-edians// WHEN WE WERE SOLDIERS im the captain, your'e the most fucked up private around/in your own BATTLEFIELD EARTH, fighting yourself, screaming BLACK HAWK DOWN/ now you should look back and repent on all the mistakes you made/ before i type your moms a letter explaining your death by razor BLADE//(2) whom it may concern,.....blah ,...blah,...blah,... boo hooo...hoo/ now she's in the hospital taking hostages like JOHN Q/i got a hatred for the world, you amongst other people/demons living in my mind, guess that makes me a RESIDENT of EVIL// but if i dicked ya girl, wouldnt that make her the QUEEN OF THE DAMNED?...../ but thats a whole nother show,.. back to youre regularly schedualed program...........

SOUTH MEMPHIS BLACKHAVEN GET SOME..........

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Be ready and at ya best/For this lyrical match of death/Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest/Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath/Then I ask the ref, "How many cats is left?"/One on One, who challengin? Come get some/All I need is my pen, you gonna get done/Abdomen punctured and look what I'm do to ya wig/Wanna live then I stab ya in the lung with ya rib/Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine/Rematch wherever we meet at, your place or mine?/Get your snot-box cold smashed with a 9/Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind/Try to explain what it's like when you see your brain/Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains/Then I reincarnate 'em and torture your whole body again/Take the "Ghostbusters" out, turn your body into toast/After I'm done you will truly know why everybody call you 'ghost'".....who you gonna call?...Ghostbusters!

Nothin' but love, Kazper! Nice to see ya on the thread again.

"Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy"-Nas

J-dolo how could you pick a whole verse from rakiim the god (I'll bustem you punishem) and post it as your own shit,thats really gay man i hope you know that.you took the verse as it is man and you didnt even give dun his props,thats gay son you need to apologise.did you think we wouldnt know.

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"Uh, uh, uh, pull up to the club, came prepared to spit this pimpin/like a bounty on some other shit, HILL always gets his women//put the pager on ya pussy, so I can hit ya between them hips/and it's more than one way for me to put my dick between ya lips//you got me fiendin for you girl, so tonight I want to see you/bring that lingerie, chick, and make sure that it's see through//put the dick up in her spine is how we do it DOWN SOUTH/back spasms, funny walkin, and a mind that's been turned out//I got the wine, and the candles, and the whip cream/work you like a third world country; I make ya hips scream//you are now a dick fiend, and I'm your supplier/told me that you ain't feelin me, you a muthafuckin liar//tellin me what you don't do on the first date and such/throw all ya morals out the window, we bout to do some freaky stuff//put ya legs in new positions that you never knew existed/penetrate yo mind with that good love that you have been missin//now you're added to the cult of girls that HILL's been friskin/tellin me I'm worthy to be praised like I'm Christ and you a Christian//from Texas to Great Britain, a livin legend on the twat/if you gotta man I promise he can't give you what I got//leave girls temporarily blind, deaf, and dumb on some Helen Keller shit/ask my satisfied customers, they ain't never felt like this..."

Kazper, you instigatin shit like 6th grade (where I stole my wordplay from, eh Best?). You from Memphis? BHZ? Q, I ain't forgot about you, but I thought I'd at least give you somethin to work with seein as this will be our last round. I ben readin about BIG's death and how the LAPD had been involved in a scandal, but I didn't know what was up. Isn't the crooked cop dead, too, though? And I thought Amir couldn't be found? Oh well, I need some facts then. Dolo, I meant to tell you earlier I feel you on the Osama shit. We was gonna name our flag football team "Bin Laden's Boys" or "Anthrax" but some of the niggas on the squad was like, this is late October. It's too early for that shit.

I'm out like college basketball 2001-2002. Peace!

Q, when you respond do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

"Uh, uh, uh, if I know law like Claire Huxtable, you bout as QOOL as STEVE URKEL/I didn't know it was possible to make a Black man's face turn purple//huffin and puffin to get ya volumes movin forward; they still in reversal/you impactin HILL is like the NFL bein impacted by DANNY WUERFFUL//speakin of the HUXTABLES, I'ma tell you like CLIFF told THEO/"I am your FATHER, I brought you in this world; I'll take you out!" NEGRO//on the court I'll wax you, but IN THE COURT I'll do you worse/your case is bogus! you think you did EVERYTHING first!//I told you had a case against them OTHER CATS cause they didn't cite they sources/but now you bringin charges against ME? Q, hold ya horses//when you first said someone was stealin, I asked if you and I was all good/you said, "yeah HILLIS, you give me props and you do what you should"//if you had a problem, why ain't you say somethin then?/now all of a sudden I'm a thief? Q, I thought we was gon do this like men?//now you FLIP-FLOPPIN and bein REAL PETTY/I thought you wore pants, but you actin like you should wear BRAS and TEDDYS//what about MY Anny quote or "H3K is out like the closet"/or even "I'm out like me," when you took it, I ain't have no prob, kid//damn near EVERYBODY done used MY OUTRO, but I ain't bring forth no "charges"/so if ANYBODY has a case, H3K has the largest//so QOOL, tell the truth, you ain't bein real with me/are you avoidin the real issues cause you don't wanna deal with me//battlin about hoops, dude, I thought I saw POTENTIAL/but against me, you've turned into an AMATEUR with "COULD HAVE BEEN" CREDENTIALS//and you know how it is when push comes to shove/HILLIS 3000 is the THREAD VET that gets the most love//put that in ya pipe and smoke it; now how does that drag?/ask yourself the same question: "DID YOU GO IN MY BAG?"//you ain't gotta answer, the question's RHETORICAL/and the answer is wrapped up in this thread's HISTORICAL//and what about PAC, when he took that M.A.F.I.A. beat?/he even SAID he took it; is your fav rapper a thief?/and what about NAS reworkin "R-O-C, we runnin this rap shit"/is he STEALING from JAY when he says "get gunned up and clapped quick?//so is PAC a thief? is NAS stealing from JAY?/don't even bother to answer, everyone knows it's NAY//but by your logic IT IS, cause I SUPPOSEDLY stole KOOL-AID and COOL WHIP/your name should be HONEYMOON cause you're definitely a TRIP//what's that in ya cup? you keep takin a sip/oh that's HATERADE! QOOL, get a grip//you USED to spit facts, but now you spit EXAGGERATIONS/old wives tales, nigga, and you still ain't sayin NATHAN//bout to get MISS CLEO on that ass and predict ya comeback/"call me now for ya free reading cause QOOL will COME WACK!"//he'll say I'm a crook in a dozen ways that aren't true/tryin to fault for me doin shit he did, too//but go ahead and let this VERSE attack you like some locusts first/you miss SQUIRREL POLICE cause without him YOU'RE the WORST!"

"Qoolout, dawg? What other stuff have folks been takin from you? You know I ain't bout infringin on copyrighted material. Like they say in middle school, "Plagiarism ain't qool." HILLIS 3000 (1/22/02)

"Hillis, sup dogg? Naw, man I ain't mean you. You cite your sources so we qool, and I done quoted you and I too told that you spat it." QOOLOUT (1/22/02)

"This is 4 you Hillis. I'm out like me. Get it?" QOOLOUT (1/23/02)

"3:16 and Hillis, y'all get props from me. I made it a hot line/ y'all made it a hot rhyme. I gots to admit, y'all made that joint better than the original, lol" - QOOLOUT (1/24/02)

"Best, I wasn't gonna say it at 1st, but the time has come...you copied a lot of what I said...Hillis asked who I was speaking of when I said people copied me, and I'm just making it known." QOOLOUT (2/10/02)

"If we was going to say who had the best flow, it would vary...If you like some witty funny lines, then H3K is your man." QOOLOUT (3/6/02)

"Guys I love you/I'm sorry I was beefin, if I could, I would hug you!" HILLIS 3000 (3/7/02) QOOLOUT (3/8/02)

All right, Q, I would say you can't use quotes to strengthen your argument cause I did it first, but that ain't me. So go ahead, do what you gotta do.

I'm out like Qool. Peace!

me,.... personally,.... ida been of some...( " WHAT,..NIGGA!!! NIGGA STAY UP OUT MINES, FO YOU FUCK 'ROUND,.. BOY YOU DONT KNOW ME SON. I'LL............") and took it from there, but what you said was ccol too.

Hill, what you know bout them Black Haven Zone Boyz? them Tulane boyz, Westwood, Orange Mound and Double Tree Boyz? Graduated C/O 99 1/2 (summer school) from the halls of SOUTH FAIRLEY.

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I have one line I could think of to contribute.

― The guru, Friday, 5 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)