*Part II* Poetry battling...yall know what to do...
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The only thing you the boss of is the BeyonShae sing-along- group.
Stop talking about how you hiphop
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At this pitiful return I shake my head
you aint but a wacker version of K-fed
Ha Wacker? I read your rhymes all I see is vanilla ice butters Mags bread
Word on the street Mag sucks dick for street Cred.
You are without a doubt the thread’s bitch
While I itch to put your lame ass in a ditch
You itch to complain
Pudgy midget
Faggot ass critic
Fuck your life the thread is an open door
Like your ass when the local rapper in town comes off tour
You quit crying raw cause ya faggot ass jaw sore
I spit till the the eclipse cease to exist
Halley’s comet decides to hit
Mcguyver so great he shocks static.
I spit more complex than alien mathematics
I crack necks.
Fact is you run around the prison bent over crying next
Ya also equipped with no gag reflex.
You aint no contest
This is that bomb text.
I bomb best.
Check the count you bomb less.
Damage check
You have been blown off the deck
Your mind a fucking wreck.
The dumbest, slowest motherfucker I ever met.
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Damn OWL you ain't have enough? If you don't want flashback don't go to page 1 of this thread.
Good to see more heads postin'. I really had to stop messin with Shae and get back to hittin the books. I'll be back when I make some progress.
Too much talkin'
get'cha lines up
or get ta walking...
Never been a victim
You're a cancel sitcom
I sit calm
Building underground levels
like in vietnam
I drop griot bombs
You just drop
Limp and expired
bitch just retire
Your explanations are tired
another sperm mired
member
hopin' for dick from sire
cleanse his organ's
while the blood's pourin'
lung's steady leaking
no breathin
soul mowed down by the demons
verbal blows work
written to the iambic meters
of his chest jerks
nerds can't peirce the Pyro Bird
heart arrest when he leaves the burbs
megaton thoughts
weigh his body down
His Ka leaves his body now
Returning to the essence
I'm the absolute poetic presence
glowing libations
poured over cyba's screaming carcass wasting
My mind's laced with Jah's grace
I'm nine days of
Hannibal Lector
Murdering his kundalina
in nine ways
Cry to God
but I can't hear your dismay
He's lost in my mind's maze
studying too much
"How to Anally Cum for Gays"
I am the diameter of the Divine's lightest dimension
You're another body bag beggin men to enter....
Aye, dude don't have me waiting all fucking week and shit....
Oh yeah and Fuck you for making me post
Owl, you don’t phase me
And even if I was on fire you couldn’t blaze me
Plus, you amaze me
The way you keep coming back for punishment
You must be a glutton
Tryin to push my buttons
You’re a theory like ….
“Black men, Can’t swim”
“Night comes, lights dim”
“Rowdy Black Hooligans”
“Real cats make noise”
“Idle minds Devil’s toys”
Noose, muskets, slave ships
Handcuffs and nightsticks
Chains, whips and microchips
Keep rhyming to your bitch groove
I’m a clown you like
Shae + mod = Bitch moves
Son you caught me in a rich mood
You and Shane must be brothers
Cause yall both bitch dudes
That's why we got a problem with hiphop nowadays
Rappers talkin about shit they supposedly did like its OK
Talkin' bout mansions when you live in the hood
Talkin' bout guns like its all good
Talkin bout pussy you know you ain't have
Claimin you got skills, you make me laugh
First its this and then its that
Now he’s ya boy so you give him dap
Next thing you know its
“But we love each other”
BeyonShae and MichOwl
bend over in the background for each other
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Look at the clever lad
Wasting the best lines he'll ever have...
I laugh at your prose
He's just another one of those:
"Hip Hop is dead"
"Homos are people, too"
"Real Men wear pink"
You read it,
so you think,
black intellectual wanna be's,
hide away in your laboratory
and curse the day
that real black men learned to survive
in the nineties
you are a rhyme flea
your realism is lofty
you study
so possibly
he's more than sambo
but something tells me
uncle tom's cabin is missing a key
the house is missing a buck
another academia nut
dress a monkey in a suit
and watch what he can do!!!
He's taking two on one
I have to admire
Hold on
He's use to two on one
until he's covered in jizz mired.
OH, shit, I rhymed that BEFORE!!!
well, fuck it,
I'll say this once more...
Shut up, Bitch, stay in ya place whore!!!!
with ya roommate holding ya waist,
face to the floor...
miss me with the hip hop
evangelistic sermon
I was catching girls, getting girls
listening to erik sermon
while ya mama was crossing her legs
holding sperm in
on her knees swallowing ya daddy's
sexually transmitted vermin
You still there, well it's ya turn man...
It's the return of the decimus meridius
Maximus
here to expose Butcher and his fan club of gay rap actresses ( Cyba )
who spend most of their time on their backs n shits
Butcher would know about a woman's vote, because he straight act a bitch
I'm the first bullet that caps a clip
FIRST OUT
The Wire's Chris burst that penetrates with NO shout
I hold this shit down with the WORST CLOUT
An BTW,
I mean no disrespect to the female gender
Just the heel grabbing sesame street ernie bender
The gay man quest to discover himself journey ender
The let his woman be disrespected in front of him because he know he can't defend her
The supposed Butcher!
I can spit like an encyclopedia
Your 1980, I'm the new millenium, IT's CALLED MULTIMEDIA
I travel and DOT Com like Expedia
This the new age
you have left
very few days
I'm still best
while your style's played, Take rest an Behave
or I leave your head separated from the neck frayed
You still associate in this shit, I BEEN made
Plus I'm in your city at large
with planned sabotage
that will cause the pause in your lyrics to expose your flaws
Your basically a domesticated neutered pygmy kitten with no claws in your paws
Ninja, your woman obviously had you de-balled
Just then, the women here were awed
Don't make me have to go all Jig killer and make this the movie saw
Would you like to know your next choice
I suggest you sit back and act moist
Not only do I play the rolls in this shit, I'm the fucking Royce
just returned from Vegas/ time to bring the fear and loathing/ and leave you all lost like drunks in the MGM Grand/ when I rock the mic/ I gots the full house/ but you lack the verbal capital/ can't even play a hand/ too many posts scattered in here by the piles/ I ain't readin all that shit/ don't you know I'm Colin Powell?/ besides I'm sure 99% is refuse/ dropped by part time poet coffee house/ simp niggas/ tryin to get loose/ with that MTV soulja boy modern day rap speak/ futuristic/ gifted to be light years ahead of you last week/ so now in your present/ I stand before you in my past/ watching your sophmoric situation comedy routine hip hop and laugh/ when the radical/ take sabbatical/ thread views per day go down by half/ main attraction/ top billin/ too audio/ call me extra P/ cause I'm the main source why your girl lookin at the front door right now G/ Lady Scorp/ I have returned/ Izzy baby/ turn up the heat/ cause I'm so cold but I want you both to stay warm/ between the sheets...
DOROTHY PAGE
Dorothy was a queen, a woman with so much to give
Told me I'd never touch her as long as I should live.
Said she was just too sexy for a scruffy thing like me
That she was silk and satin, caviar and tea.
She'd been seen with bad boys, pimps and those who deal
in Mercedes and Jags all colors, from eggshell, taupe and teal.
I ain't seen her fine ass in a week of years
'til the day I gazed upon her, couldn't hold back my tears.
Once so perfect, eloquent, fine, pure and fit
Said now I get my chance, for a nickel of that good shit.
I walked away still balling, I couldn't stand no more
Dope will make the most regal into a rumpfed whore.
I think of her so often, 'cause once the paper read.
A young thing named Dorothy Page, found in Brooklyn dead.
Dorothy was a queen, a woman with so much to give
Told me I'd never touch her as long as I should live.
Said she was just too sexy for a scruffy thing like me
That she was silk and satin, caviar and tea.
She'd been seen with bad boys, pimps and those who deal
in Mercedes and Jags all colors, from eggshell, taupe and teal.
I ain't seen her fine ass in a week of years
'til the day I gazed upon her, couldn't hold back my tears.
Once so perfect, eloquent, fine, pure and fit
Said now I get my chance, for a nickel of that good shit.
I walked away still balling, I couldn't stand no more
Dope will make the most regal into a rumpfed whore.
I think of her so often, 'cause once the paper read.
A young thing named Dorothy Page, found in Brooklyn dead.
HIP-HOP is NOT DEAD
You are NOT HIP- HOP
I AM!
You are NOT HIP- HOP
I AM!
I am the harmony of Cold Crush and Caz
I am the ingenuity of Grandmaster Flash
I am Grand Wizard Theodore's scratch
You are Heineken
You tried to steal credit for that
I am your favorite emcee's favorite emcee
I gave you hope
You tempt me
You took what you needed and left me empty
I am pop
I am lock
I am dance in the form of hip hop
I am the wind from the foot of the RSC
When B-Boys headspin and windmill
You are out in the crowd
You are an observer standing still
I am James Brown's cape
I am your first Sugar Hill tape
I am the Adidas shell toe
I am underground like Tubman's railroad
I fly up above
I am Mike Jack's glove
I am Run's Lees, I'm Jays Hat
I am the mic of Daryl Mac
I am Clive Campbell finding that first breakbeat
I am LL's first rope, Slick Rick's eye patch
I am Rakim in his prime
I am Ambiodun and Bin Hassan
I am the Last Poets giving birth to rhyme
I am the spinal tap that taught your mother patience
I am the patience that taught her
the virtuousness of the ancients
I am the doctor that birthed you
you were born an ass so I smacked you
Instead I should've murked you
You grew up to my beats, my words
I fed and burped you
I natured, I nurtured, I nourished and kept you
I am the song your mother wept to
when the judge's gavel came down
and found
you guilty
I am the clean
I am the filthy
When you were once again free
You realized that you missed me
Now you attempt to murder and diss me
You need to welcome and kiss my feet
Without me you are incomplete
Not whole, just a fraction
Your lack of action
Is my dis-satisfaction
I am the street
I am thugs
I am black on black hate
I am black love
I am Sly's Pusher man
I am pure
Blue Magic when I enter your veins
I am crack, I'm speed
I'm dope, I'm cocaine
I'm the weedsmoke in the project stairways
You're the piss in the elevator
You are the phlegm in my lungs airways
I am the Forty, the fifth
The spliff you put to your lips
I am your first gun
I am your first roll of the dice
I'm fresh, I'm dope, I'm nice
I am the African blood in your ice
I am the crack in the Liberty Bell
I represent the misrepresented
tenement dwelling residents
I put out that bitch's torch
In August in New York
I am the shackles at her feet
I symbolize hope for those not free
You lack structure
I'm trash i'm gutter
I'm bad meaning bad
I'm good I'm hood
I'm the nicest emcee
Even though I sold double wood
You an imitation
Hollywood
You a foreign interpretation
Bollywood
Wherever you from
I been there I didn't run
I did it big and when I was done
I left my mark
You are the pilot light
I am the spark
In the night
Watch the burner ignite
I incite the type of hype
that moves crowds to incite
riots
Don't try it!!
I am the African
I am the Arawak
I died, was reborn
And carried hope on my back
Yo soy muy caliente
Donde esta mi gente?
I am the light, I'm omnipotence
You are the darkness that is ignorance
I travel without moving
I communicate without speaking
I am just begining
you seem to be peaking
Outro:*
Her Infinte Power Helping Oppressed People
We are unique and unequalled
Hip-Hop
Holy Integrated People Having Omnipresent Power
The watchmen's in the tower of ...
Hip-Hop
Hydrogen Iodine Phosphorus Hydrogen Oxygen Phosphorous
That's called ..
Hip-Hop
The response of cosmic consciousness
to our conditions as ...
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop [begins to fade]
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
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*-KRS-ONE & Marley Marl "Hip Hop Lives"
Shit, I'M the piss in the project stairway
I'm so gutter
I'm the crack smoke fillin' your momma's lung airways
I'm the dude givin' daymares and night terrors
I'm the OnSlaught that murders more humans than any era
The air apparent you?, apparently not
I'll take the back of my fist, and with it smack your throat full of snot
You think I forgot about you, you CybaCypha bitch
I'm the one who penned the walls of the Egyptians with hieroglyphs
Your my favorite emcee's favorite emcee?
Please don't tempt me
You act so bitch I thought you were nominated for an Emmy
I'm Good N Plenty, you Whatchamacallit
I'm like ether in the tissue to the lungs of an alcoholic
I'm diabolic and you just pathetic
Don't sweat it you deaded in battle by a nigga that's so vehement
Like a bad dream, I'll have you wakin' up
To your pitiful screams
You'll be throbbin' like you were an achin' cunt
You stole the rhyme scheme of Smooth the Hustla, Trigga The Gambla
Preamble to the, wackness that you just now rambled to (ta)
The fact that I wrestled your soul from your handlers
I made you my property , you declared me the chancellor
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Someone will get their mic ripped tonight.
You are not hip hop
you are less than refried britney flipped pop
Opps
BITCH
you did it again
go against Shane is the exact format of sin
You a doormat who can't win
You couldn't beat the youngest of my kin
It's in the blood
African, West Indian, and thug
We don't need hugs
You lower than a nasty trailing slug
And you need salt
You are Not Jame's brown cape
don't talk
You a faggot full of hate with a switch in his walk
To the real that's me you have no relate, just cough
you guilty of sloth
I'm the record that was dug from the crate
Shane is a trend comparable to bathing ape
Your a blow up doll, You blow, suck, watch Cyba inflate
always spittin your writtens
and your pre raps aint even rippin
I'm the feeling they get when they slide the clip in
I'm the reason why the boys on the block constantly trippin
I'm the blue from the sky that makes men CRIP in
I'm just flat out better than you
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/l_xg5OsuqX8&rel=1[/flash]
you are less than refried britney flipped pop
Opps
BITCH
you did it again
go against Shane is the exact format of sin
You a doormat who can't win
You couldn't beat the youngest of my kin
It's in the blood
African, West Indian, and thug
We don't need hugs
You lower than a nasty trailing slug
And you need salt
You are Not Jame's brown cape
don't talk
You a faggot full of hate with a switch in his walk
To the real that's me you have no relate, just cough
you guilty of sloth
I'm the record that was dug from the crate
Shane is a trend comparable to bathing ape
Your a blow up doll, You blow, suck, watch Cyba inflate
always spittin your writtens
and your pre raps aint even rippin
I'm the feeling they get when they slide the clip in
I'm the reason why the boys on the block constantly trippin
I'm the blue from the sky that makes men CRIP in
I'm just flat out better than you
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/l_xg5OsuqX8&rel=1[/flash]
disrespectful not a good move
Whats interesting is him coming back in here like nothing happened.
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Whats interesting is him coming back in here like nothing happened.
MG, how was that disrespectful? You talkin' about the rhyme, or the
....that was directed at Shane 'cause I didn't know if he meant me or Cypha...
MG, how was that disrespectful? You talkin' about the rhyme, or the
The straight face and welcome to the thread. Now Knuckle up. Its gonna get rough just hang in there.
oh ok!
This is not a spot for pretty boys you know Ons. I see you've already allowed my sis to distract you. What you don't realize is she is the reason this started...she causes trouble but if you willing to allow her to get to you and in turn you get bled all on you. Blood still red and I enjoy the shedding of it.
Lady Scorpio, you're the best. I love the smell & taste of blood.....
This is not a spot for pretty boys you know Ons. I see you've already allowed my sis to distract you. What you don't realize is she is the reason this started...she causes trouble but if you willing to allow her to get to you and in turn you get bled all on you. Blood still red and I enjoy the shedding of it.
Duly noted!
Funny, I'm about to leave out to go to campus, and I just read this, obviously! I already did on Cyba...I'm waitin' for somebody to come at me. I'm more of a counter attacker, but if you want, I'll come at you later MG, don't make no nevermind to me
That was a counter attack??
Rocky he seems to be all talk. Someone should take him out. I'm just saying...
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