Originally posted by Darth Revan
Jesus ****ing christ that was awful. 😐
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.
Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Tsk tsk. Biting style isn't cool.Stealing the nurse rhymes does nothing but prove you got worse rhymes.../
...than 50 Cent and Nelly combined, son YOU get with the times/
I'M what's happening now, what's gone before me never mattered/
With my first rhyme to you I just assaulted and battered/
Hotter than coffee? Man those wack lines are just pushing your luck/
You're the one chasing ME now that I'M the star, buck/
D, you only WISH that you could crack the whip on some boys/
But I aint gonna leave you here long enough to use mechanical toys.../
...I'm the Real McCoy, KMC accepts no imitations.../
...Man I'm the express train that runs through, don't even stop at your station/
You bit my wizard line too? Are there no lines you won't chew?/
Just coz you're own shit is lame don't act as if my rhymes fit you/
Son change your name from D-Dub to G-Dub or GW/
Coz everyone knows that under your skirt there's a bush.../
...you push and I push back ten times as hard.../
...leave your face all scarred and bury your bones in my yard.../
...and put your skull in my trophy room, son I'm the fruit of the loom.../
...the cream of the crop, you and I are like the Sun V the Moon/
You can't shine so you doubt me and now you're here tryin' to out me?/
Show some respect punk, you're ***** ass would be nothin without me/
The biggest mistake YOU made was trying to come face to face see?/
Be number 2 on here coz number 1 is for A.C/
Don't claim my style's lacking when it's the style you're jacking/
Just pay attention as the camp counselor sends this delinquent packing/
I don't just deal with punchlines, Man I'm a mean hook fighter/
Coincidence that my lines caught me a Great White biter?/
Now that I've chomped you alive, I'll spit you into the crapper/
Coz biting unopened candy's the only way you'd chew a rapper/
I'm like Luke Skywalker: Make you feel the force when I buck/
You're like Sky LOPEZ coz from every single angle you're f*cked/
While we're on it, you're the forums first porno MC dude/
Coz you clearly suck, clearly blow and clearly end up screwed/-AC
*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
All in fun, man... 😉
Yes, all in fun of course.
Originally posted by D-Double
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 showsIf 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 corkI'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 powderThey 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 ASSNow 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 laughThen 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 themI'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 yaClean 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 thatAll in fun, man... 😉
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/
-AC
Re: Spin dat shit: Battle Rhymes an' Blingin'...
Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Yo, yo, yo, yo...Dis iz da place for all you free-stylin' mofos out dere, who wanna drop some bombs and mix it reaaaaaaaaaaaaal good, like we do out west. You know wha' I'm talkin' about...Yea! Fo' shore, we got da beatZ...all yo' foolz have to do is bring da game! Yea...You know wha I'm freakin' on an' on an' on about...Step up to da mic, if youse finks youse gots da game and let it flow like dat river yo' always said it was gonna be! Boing!
Yea, yea, yea...I knows a lots of catZ got dere own style an' all and every mo' fo' way is REAL! Check dis, we ain't gotZ no real hatin' goin' on, but fo' real...Don't be going on and beefin' up other neckz of da woods...Bring it here, and we'll be settling it like men! Yea...
Seein' as I'm doGG callin' out all dis shit, I'm gonna do de talk to match de walk...Yea! Check me one time...
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...People ain't commitin no crimes,
Cos they don't have no dimes,
Cos their balls are too small,
But I got plenty for ya' all...I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...My words have the reason,
My voice has the rhyme,
Every time I step out,
I be bustin mad rhyme...I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...From the streets of Taipei,
To the halls of New York,
Westside Cali-for-Ni-A,
Every hoods gonna pay...I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er,
I'm a real ***** lover,
One crazy mutha-****er...One, two, six, nine, ten,
You do the math
But let me lead the way...
A 6 by 10 gives you an i-dea...
Drop the low scores and you be getting closer...
This is me, rocking a-cappella
Hootin and shootin,
Rappin and reelin,
Gettin sick of not seein peeps stealin,
Trash talkin bout a next generation,
Whadda dey say when an OG comes a playin...
Who me? When? What? Why?
Bloodclot me, and I'll let the twins fly...Yo! Yo! Yo! Anyone willin to step up to ma flava? Don'tZ be matterin' if yo' do knows hip-hop...Jus give it a try...Yo, hh?? Yo dere? MF Doom? Anyone else, wanna step to me? Bring it!
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
Im only kidding you know....
Re: Re: Spin dat shit: Battle Rhymes an' Blingin'...
Originally posted by R0B
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 timeIm only kidding you know....
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!
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.
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
you know Im just kidding right? 😂
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