I see my lyrical dexterity has left you perplexed to the point of paralysis...No worrEZ, ACe...Just remember next time that this ain't no place for little boyZ.
Peas.
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
Yo, check dis...I waZ like checkin' over shit an' all and it came to ma mofo attention dat da boyZ, hh? and Darth Revan alwayZ gots an opionion an' all, but dey iZ rarely steppin' up to da mic demselves! DatZ wack, yo...On da streetZ no punk shuffles like dat cos dey is knowing dey would get smack'd da phuck-up fo' commitin crimeZ widout bustin rhymes...Check me.
Peas.
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
*chuckle* ...I wouldn't bite your rhymes if I was dying of hunger. I'm trying to show you how to flip it, son...
Guy, I gave you new heat, but you choose to stay cold
I'm on some incredible style like Edna Mode
It's best you know that I could never bite your flow
That river's run dry like British comedy shows
If it's come'n to blows, you my friend, would get knocked out
With those lame ass lines drool'n out the side of mouth
So hide in your house, get under your bed and lock your doors
Cuz you a scared little boy that wouldn't pop a cork
I'll rock this dork on any stage, arena, or corner
Make his own city hate him, and have him run for the border
My rhymes are shorter, but put pack 100 times the power
Dice'n you into quarters and grind'n you into powder
They should call you A.S. cuz you're just another sucka
add another S to that and I bet you get flustered
Cuz it describes your personality, really sums it fast
After speak'n out it constantly, you're just an ASS
Now show some class, young man, and step up your words
Cuz lines like "MC porno dude" should be left at the curb
to be thrown out and picked up with the rest of the trash
and sent to the dump to give the rats a good laugh
Then again, it'd probably make those rodents puke
If it's lay'n next to the line that you wrote about Luke
You couldn't walk on sky if you filled your shoes with helium
I hope you write rhymes for yourself cuz you're the only one feel'n them
I'll deal out the dopeness, and I'll hand you your cards
then tell it to you straight that I'm the ace of these bars
I know you're hate'n these parts that steady attack your character
For me it's a small undertaking, cuz it's easy to bury ya
Clean out your ears so you can check this in stereo
I'll say your weak name once, this will happen real rarely though
Just this time so I can rank this kat
CENTAURI IS A PUNK!!... and you can bank on that
You smell BAD
and you have clothes that are not RAD
Your mother is not a good cook
I heard she can not even read a 150 page Book!
Your rhyms are sub Par!
and you have a rust CAR!\
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Rob Owns You, Barbarossa, Tired Hiker, Fearnix, Ronny, Raven Guardia, Wolflet, DEM, spidergrl, Dr. Strangelove, eggmayo, Filth, Korri, JM, Ken Kenobi, ~Sir Mist~, Lana
I like the Edna Mode line, maybe I'll give you so mo' time/
Coz I'm a Syndrome to your style swinging lyrical clotheslines.../
...now all signs say that I'm much better than you, man you couldn't blow up if I strapped mines to your shoes/
I chose to stay cold coz I don't warm up to chump artists.../
...the hardest you could try just makes you look the retard-est/
You know I don't pop corks, I pop the heads off MCs.../
...and yours to, then roll it down my road with the ease/
I'm perfection by design, not bragging, just spitting the fact.../
...I'm just rhymin enough to cover up the skills that you lack...
...and while there's time? I'm bringing The Incredibles back.../
Coz you only stood a chance by Jack-Jack-ing attacks/
The REAL Frozone will put you on ice son, in good time/
Then steal your wallet and go forth to buy you some new rhymes/
I'm powder? Well that's true coz I will dust you for free/
...I crushed you and now you see I'm just removing debris/
You're rhymes are shorter, they're lamer. Bet they taste bitter and sour/
D-Double don't pack power, he packs bags by the hour.../
...for people like me, above you, make you bow down and cower.../
...but don't go too far, I might need you to clean up my shower/
Confused? Don't be, I'm simply owning you well kid/
Cleaning my bathroom's the only way you'll get close to my shit/
Speaking of rodents, I like to think of you as vampire bat, bro/
Coz biting me's the only way you'd get a taste of my flow/
Look at the metaphors, man are you feeling the punches?/
I bet you musta put all of your panties in bunches huh?/
You're right, I'm the only one who's feeling my rhymes.../
...coz I'm the only one that can touch em, anyone else is a crime/
You say you'd rock me on a corner? That's not far from the truth/
I pimp you out like a 2 pence hoe who's WAY over-loose/
Oh now we're playing cards, so I'll just beat you at poker/
I'll jack back my ACe card and let YOU play the joker/
You tried alliteration on your last two bars, cool/
Too bad they f*cking sucked and just made you look like a fool/
For real though, give it up, Alpha Centauri's lyrical excellence/
You're now called Deep-Down Or Under Battered Lyrical Excrement/
Wtf are you doing, rapping while your stoned
put up the mic and take your ass home
the only thing you spit is shit that makes less sense
than a deformed jackass and an elephant having sex
do I care if this rap is good? hell nah
your a sissy ass *****, go put on your damn bra
you suck your about as gangster as 50 cents
you sound similar, to that *****, you make no sense
he mumbles and bitches about getting shot
oh f*cking well deal with it, next you will get a blood clot
a bunch of whiners in the modern rap today
a bunch of bitches thinking their bad, but their all gay
wow Im practically watching TV while typing this rhyme
Im going to shut the f*ck up now, its about time
Re: Re: Spin dat shit: Battle Rhymes an' Blingin'...
Yo, dis iZ goin' out to all of yawz...
Stoned, boned, tellin' me to take ma ass home?
Check yo'self as I explain why I alone am on ma throne...
Is dis shit fo' real or have yo been makin a deal/
Wid lill' boy AC from the school-boy penitentiar-y?
Tweedle dum and Darth Bum-bum...
Couldn't give me no pleasure wid dere lill' thumb...
"Fee-Figh-foe-thum!" said dis Giant of rap, by the name of Ou Be...
I'm giving masterclasses and I is chargin no fee!
Shit, doGG, dat's de way it goes,
When yo is spittin' out reels and dey can't take da flows/
Startin' up lyrical riots, but I ain't committed no crime...
All I here is peeps saying "I cants takes de time"
Shit, b!tch, if dats de way
Maybe Elton is right...Yo' really are gay!
Now, check back a sec...I ain't homophobic
I is just spittin out what happens to be aerobic.
In-out, in-out, dats how breathin' goes
Check it, b!tch, my rap jus' tore off yo' clothes!
The rhymical velocity of my success
Has left a lil' boy in need of a new dress!
Stress? Shit, yo' ain't causin' me none.
I pop a cap in yo' as I work out ma guns.
Like I been sayin, arms and all
I find it easy even when girls don't wanna play wid ma ballz
Grab dem, feel em, love em long time
I'll give you a nickle if yo' play wid ma dimes
I think I'm about done, check me...Am I rare?
Dats da way I like it, bloody wid no hair.
Peas, foolZ...I ain't hatin', just demonstratin'...ma skillZ to pay da billZ. Check me, whoomp! There it is. Sha-ka-ka! Ya, boyd!
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
Yo Check it anutha weak ass rhyme comin yo way ya hurd?
Ma Homie ROB cant grill hamburgers fo shit
I think the dull taste reflects His Wit
ROB yo also cant make corn on the cob you look like a slob and make a f@gs dick throb
Yo a Phony which happens to rhyme with rigatoni
But its all cool homie, even though you like to get ridden like a pony
And your mother called, she wants you to be home by 6 for dinner, and then shes taking you out to get a haircut before your uncles wedding.
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Rob Owns You, Barbarossa, Tired Hiker, Fearnix, Ronny, Raven Guardia, Wolflet, DEM, spidergrl, Dr. Strangelove, eggmayo, Filth, Korri, JM, Ken Kenobi, ~Sir Mist~, Lana
Slip you f*cking blimp, you cant rap fo shit
the only sex you get, is rubbing yo mommas clit
all I hear coming from you is a bunch of bullshit
so dont say another word you half steppin bittch
I dont want to see you rhyme, not one mo again
you sound like a jackass trying to rap with that big ass grin
your about as weak as mainstream rap
every rhyme you spit, sounds like complete crap
I beat the crap out of you, make take a shit the size of a crater
along with the shit in your pants, you will be breathing harder than darth vader
wow I dont even know what the f*ck Im talking about
Im done, this Rob and you just got owned, so peace out
Yo ROB that rhyme was looser than The skin on yo moms ***
But at least she swallows and dosent spit
You cant rap for yo life
By the way which of your two dads was the wife?
Your on the same level as Vanilla Ice
You sound about as hard as a head lice
I'd like to see you try and touch me, I'd beat ya down steal yo grass and bust a cap in yo ass
Why dont you go back to the Library
Take a Look at you sis and say hello to the erection fairy
WHy am i doin this?
Im wastin my time
Just quit yo rappin carreer and become a mime
Go back in time save up a dime and maybe i'll bust ya a dime
Im just joking
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Rob Owns You, Barbarossa, Tired Hiker, Fearnix, Ronny, Raven Guardia, Wolflet, DEM, spidergrl, Dr. Strangelove, eggmayo, Filth, Korri, JM, Ken Kenobi, ~Sir Mist~, Lana
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Mar 28th, 2005 05:58 AM
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