POETRY/RAP battle Part III aka The Lion's Den
- Thread starter ladyscorpio
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Mag B is back and he's murdering as he can be counted on to do
I think the Puma about to get ate...but in a good way
Please.
You reign angrily? Who u 'posed to be?
The Esteemed One? Please son.
You can't handle ME.
You *Jesus bottled?*
Then I'll push the throttle
quicker than Nascar racers
down @ Watkins Glen.
And I won't let *hits stop*.
When I take a *Pit Stop*.
Let the dj switch beats.
While I grab some oxygen.
BEFORE I ROCK AGAIN.
Be Clear. The NEW
Dale Earnhardt is here.
For that *checkered-flag*
I'll test him BAD.
Zig-zag on this wind-bag
and straight *wreck-the-Mag*.
And while my Rep *slowly gets built*
just like a shipyard...
I'ma take ya' *trophies and milk*
down @ The Brickyard.
Yeah, your pixels grind.
but NOT quite like mine.
See I punish TRACKS...
while running laps...
with endless raps...
that FINISH cats...
then DOUBLE-BACK
against the traffic
just to RUN-IT-BACK.
Cuz I'm strictly in it for
*The Spins*, man.
Plus I'm ALL about
*The Wins*, man.
Like a *Wing-Man*.
That don't need no *limelight*.
Cuz I know I rhyme tight.
My pen steps on the gas
and leaves u in *hindsight*.
While u braggin'-n-boastin'
'bout the evil you postin'
and quoting some authors
that nobody's knowing
I'm drag racin'-n-coastin'
way past the *finish line*.
Straight' blazin'-n-roastin'.
Champagne raisin'-n-toastin'
soon as I finish rhymes.
Hold-up....
Lemme guess your *come-backs*...
1. Quote some *Greek Philosophy*
in a bunch dumb-raps.
2. Claim Universal Intelligence
that's purely *heaven-sent*.
3. Tell us how u *beat-the-odds*
standing right in front-of-God.
4. Or paint verbal pictures with
*pure death* in your scriptures.
Rhyming all sacrilegious
like a blasphemous midget.
With ONE rhyme I'll chop a
Butcher into the smallest of
*fractions & digits*.
LIKE EXACT DIVISION.
Next you'll be claiming ur
a supreme mathematician
only existing in dimensions
that nobody visits.
We get it.
You travel back & forth
between life & corpse
without even trying.
But I'm wrecking this kid
and nobody's dying.
It's true, I've mastered this. You pack a diss that's strictly average. I challenge this.../
Can you write one rhyme without having punches outlined with *asterisks*?/
That's faggot shit. Yeah, we understand you're nice with themed lines/
But highlighting is nigh to rhyme biting. Be clear like when you read mine/
You spend time rapping at the mall, trying to keep gay cats enthralled/
Earnhadt? Funny. The only laps you do is when lapping at the balls/
You strain to rip. Claiming hits with aimless shit?/
You father was insane to drip between mummy's shameful hips and should have stained her lips/
Slaying the demon? You should be praying to me, punk. Wins? You have to steel them/
Sure, you're "grownazz" with buttocks over-inflated with semen/
Drag racing or shaming your race in drag? We all can tell that/
Did you drop school at twelve, twat, because you can't even spell "black"/
So shelf that anger and force. My scale is mountainous...cosmic/
You're best keeping your composure for when you wander out of the closet/
I astound with boundless honor. Your pride will dwell in Hades/
I bet when your rhyme, your boyfriend grips your lap, lisping "You're doing well, baby!"/
Yeah, gay jokes are lame. Folks usually use them when reeling with fear/
But me? I mean them sincere. I'm legitimately feeling you're queer/
My style's refined. I'm killing with it. Leave you sitting rigid/
Post your theme park verse. You define a living gimmick/
Can you write one rhyme without having punches outlined with *asterisks*?/
That's faggot shit. Yeah, we understand you're nice with themed lines/
But highlighting is nigh to rhyme biting. Be clear like when you read mine/
You spend time rapping at the mall, trying to keep gay cats enthralled/
Earnhadt? Funny. The only laps you do is when lapping at the balls/
You strain to rip. Claiming hits with aimless shit?/
You father was insane to drip between mummy's shameful hips and should have stained her lips/
Slaying the demon? You should be praying to me, punk. Wins? You have to steel them/
Sure, you're "grownazz" with buttocks over-inflated with semen/
Drag racing or shaming your race in drag? We all can tell that/
Did you drop school at twelve, twat, because you can't even spell "black"/
So shelf that anger and force. My scale is mountainous...cosmic/
You're best keeping your composure for when you wander out of the closet/
I astound with boundless honor. Your pride will dwell in Hades/
I bet when your rhyme, your boyfriend grips your lap, lisping "You're doing well, baby!"/
Yeah, gay jokes are lame. Folks usually use them when reeling with fear/
But me? I mean them sincere. I'm legitimately feeling you're queer/
My style's refined. I'm killing with it. Leave you sitting rigid/
Post your theme park verse. You define a living gimmick/
Listen, I can rhyme just like you.
But if you check all my posts thats how I always type.
This aint nothing NEW that I made up for some hype.
Yeah you right, I can rhyme with a theme and damage your team.
Or I freelance off-the-top, right on the spot.
With ill sentences or paragraphs, I'll take all those pennants and banners back.
This time I'll use plain english, with no asterisks, or highlights.
And turn it into a normal rhyme fight. Because my style is tight.
And well-practiced in all types of MMA matches.
And you just learning to drive like AAA classes.
Now get your weight-up, or get ate-up.
All those gay jokes.. please, you bore me.
Self-projections get you floored B.
While I'm switching swords and switching stances...
To switch my words, while the plot advances....
You losing chances to land blows that ain't just glancing.
While I'm bobbing & steady weaving. You hobbling & heavy-breathing.
And calling for time-outs in between these rhyme-bouts.
From the ring, I climb-out. Ready to ride-out.
And I dont rap at the mall.
I stay stunnin' Arnold Drummonds. Whatchu talking about?
Grab mics and I brawl it out. Drop suckas and they haul them out.
Like them MTV Boys...you just 'Falling Out'.
Because you fell for my trap like the okey-doke.
Muhammad Ali called it the rope-a-dope.
Let a brutha swing-off until fatigue leaves him nothing but broken hopes.
Now what was u was saying about my grammar? Speak up.
Hard to understand what people mumble when I'm choking folks.
The Magnificent Butcher? More like Ashton Kutcher...
The Municipal Hooker. The way I Punked & snook ya'.
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Mag B and grown damnnnn.....
What the hell got into grownazz? He Just went straight to Butcher's jaw I didn't see that coming. Just a lil friendly advice grownazz.......Don't sleep on the butcher.
tee hee at "Ashton Kutcher" Grownazz coming strong with his . Mag B consistently magnificent.
get back in the ring the people demandin me/
chick ridin with me fairer than vanity/
crazy is flow bout to plead insanity/
why should i care about a magnificent butcher,or a oldassblkman/
this is philly and best believe i stay strapped man/
y'all got some tony yayo ass flows, you gettin too hype man/
call the tech nyquil, and its about to make u say goodnight fam/
y'all trying to war with the leader of a wild clan/
dont make me cock the tool back and blam/
young bull, but king of the phi/
come at my neck and commit career suicide/
so go run and hide, shit play hide and go seek/
no keanu reeves, but im the king of this street/
hey fuck just call me the one, the rap game neo/
beatin me is impossible like shaq hittin his free throws/
i roll with dymes, yall with cheap hoes/
those chicks y'all wifin i been skeeted those/
bout to dump y'all in the river and no one would know/
so how y'all want it delaware or schychyill/
bout to dump ya body and hop in the lex like luthor/
im a nightmare like kruger, put you under ten feet/
fuck that im bout to turn ya blocks into elm street/
the kid is here to just spit the heat/
one of you is a butcher whos about to turn into dead meat/
the other claims to be a grown ass black man/
you gonna think its a sold out concert the way im bout to be clappin/
im champ, you best believe me/
got the whole philly behind me, izay can you feel me?/
cant leave the den alone, this thread needs me/
plus with guns im a slick pulla, like i roll with jeezy/
so just quit this battle b/
and like i always do at the end, big ups to philly
chick ridin with me fairer than vanity/
crazy is flow bout to plead insanity/
why should i care about a magnificent butcher,or a oldassblkman/
this is philly and best believe i stay strapped man/
y'all got some tony yayo ass flows, you gettin too hype man/
call the tech nyquil, and its about to make u say goodnight fam/
y'all trying to war with the leader of a wild clan/
dont make me cock the tool back and blam/
young bull, but king of the phi/
come at my neck and commit career suicide/
so go run and hide, shit play hide and go seek/
no keanu reeves, but im the king of this street/
hey fuck just call me the one, the rap game neo/
beatin me is impossible like shaq hittin his free throws/
i roll with dymes, yall with cheap hoes/
those chicks y'all wifin i been skeeted those/
bout to dump y'all in the river and no one would know/
so how y'all want it delaware or schychyill/
bout to dump ya body and hop in the lex like luthor/
im a nightmare like kruger, put you under ten feet/
fuck that im bout to turn ya blocks into elm street/
the kid is here to just spit the heat/
one of you is a butcher whos about to turn into dead meat/
the other claims to be a grown ass black man/
you gonna think its a sold out concert the way im bout to be clappin/
im champ, you best believe me/
got the whole philly behind me, izay can you feel me?/
cant leave the den alone, this thread needs me/
plus with guns im a slick pulla, like i roll with jeezy/
so just quit this battle b/
and like i always do at the end, big ups to philly
First bredren thanks for changing the way you put it on here. Respect.
Secondly......damn you coming hard and rough yes. See how Philly comes in with his gun pun cock.....murder in the afternoon
Secondly......damn you coming hard and rough yes. See how Philly comes in with his gun pun cock.....murder in the afternoon
Verse Intro - In my best John Lee Hooker Blues singer voice!
Woman told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
Women told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/John Lee Hooker.jpg
Fade into verse . . . .
Look,
the SOL Den mamma called me a cub
Ya'll see how on the sly she trying to hide from ya'll 'er love
Reality is
All THESE FEMALE SOL net sex shit talkers dem need dem hugs!
Onxy Femme
Hope you got your Jordans on for the Game that your in
Don't step up in Church, cause this is full of sin
I'll have you cheatin like the shit is a trend
Over chairs, tables, tubs, you bend
An every round, guess who'll win
You must have been lost
thinking the prudential rock was soft
Shane bedroom Bully, the bend over boss
Come get your confidence tossed!
I be on some Agil-shit
Make your vagina flatulent
The 808 kick, taggin it
I'm on some Harry Potter with the magic stick
I stick an eat
Have you dreamin about waking up and when you awoke you find your still asleep
It's that tryptophan in my meat
WHOA!
BTW
I'm on some game like Ms.Followup
Onxy, stop the neck nudging, there's no cuddle that Follows FUCK!
I got that ignorant sex you like
Pull braids
smack ass
it's true I'll bite
I got that ignorant screw you love
Cheek grip, make you queef quick when you peep dick
I got that ignorant hump you need
sex toys, adam Plus Eve, Magnum Sleeve
I'm only trying to give you the fuck you want
. . . Ah fuck it, I'm not really diplomatic
Don't call me a cub, call me Count Chocula because I'm an addict!
Written to -
JAY-Z
"Ignorant Shit"
(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddf_NsBsUuU&hl=en[/flash]
An for those who like a little blues . . . or need a history lesson . . . .
John Lee Hooker - I'm In The Mood
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/I0owMkcs5m0&hl=en[/flash]
Much love to you OnynX!
MC, what this brick of bullshit.
I don't wear glasses, and I ain't trying to develop an issue trying to dissect that maze of bullshit.
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I don't wear glasses, and I ain't trying to develop an issue trying to dissect that maze of bullshit.
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http://www.3dmd.net/gallery/albums/textures/walls/brick/BrownBrickWall_tileable.jpg
MC, what this brick of bullshit.
I don't wear glasses, and I ain't trying to develop an issue trying to dissect that maze of bullshit.
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http://www.3dmd.net/gallery/albums/textures/walls/brick/BrownBrickWall_tileable.jpg
Give dude a break he did switch up. That reminded me of that logikal kid.
Verse Intro - In my best John Lee Hooker Blues singer voice!
Woman told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
Women told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/John Lee Hooker.jpg
Fade into verse . . . .
Look,
the SOL Den mamma called me a cub
Ya'll see how on the sly she trying to hide from ya'll 'er love
Reality is
All THESE FEMALE SOL net sex shit talkers dem need dem hugs!
Onxy Femme
Hope you got your Jordans on for the Game that your in
Don't step up in Church, cause this is full of sin
I'll have you cheatin like the shit is a trend
Over chairs, tables, tubs, you bend
An every round, guess who'll win
You must have been lost
thinking the prudential rock was soft
Shane bedroom Bully, the bend over boss
Come get your confidence tossed!
I be on some Agil-shit
Make your vagina flatulent
The 808 kick, taggin it
I'm on some Harry Potter with the magic stick
I stick an eat
Have you dreamin about waking up and when you awoke you find your still asleep
It's that tryptophan in my meat
WHOA!
BTW
I'm on some game like Ms.Followup
Onxy, stop the neck nudging, there's no cuddle that Follows FUCK!
I got that ignorant sex you like
Pull braids
smack ass
it's true I'll bite
I got that ignorant screw you love
Cheek grip, make you queef quick when you peep dick
I got that ignorant hump you need
sex toys, adam Plus Eve, Magnum Sleeve
I'm only trying to give you the fuck you want
. . . Ah fuck it, I'm not really diplomatic
Don't call me a cub, call me Count Chocula because I'm an addict!
Written to -
JAY-Z
"Ignorant Shit"
(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddf_NsBsUuU&hl=en[/flash]
An for those who like a little blues . . . or need a history lesson . . . .
John Lee Hooker - I'm In The Mood
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/I0owMkcs5m0&hl=en[/flash]
Much love to you OnynX!
My, my, my...I do like what you do...lol
Keep it coming, gentlemen...keep it coming...
@ Philly . . .
They demandin thee?
For reading your ducktales non paragraph bullshit
I demand an Indent fee
Stop taking the thread so demandingly seriously
With all the murder this and all that murder that
If your daddy ever let you hold a gat
you'd be shaky like a game a craps
BTW
is your momma vagina still good and phat?
I heard normal every day non prodigy ninjas MOBB through and get to cause havoc in her pussy cat
NOW THAT'S DEEP
What's the Rap Inspector Gadget think about that?
Jack Bauer,
ninja please
In your JC Penny Lees
Trying to get some rep off Shane, by acting like we enemies
You can be Jack
I'd rather be Curtis Manning, but that's because the militancy is into me
GO BE A WHITE BOY
With your Euro Brain wash
I'm the pain boss
Now watch how Shane toss
your frame from this world's physical plain off
This is like Macy's vs K-mart
But ok, ok
you might win the battle since you pulled the LAME CARD
Had to rep how you so brave heart
Oh, ok, ok, how hard can I be . . . let's see . . .
I got a Gucci shoulder holster
toaster holder, fire from here to the cliffs of Dover
please don't come over
I'm the physical avatar of a bad mood, who's never sober
Bram Stroker wrote me into existence, there's no living evil older
Send one hundred goons
I'll use 45 thousand rounds, just to OVER DO!
With a .45 bolder pound the whole while
thinking of you!
BTW, I'm in a bathtub of kitten blood
Paranoid like Mulder right now
I'm the essence of OVERSTAND
You Philly are the stain
in Obie's underpants, standing in a dumber stance
You a corner ninja,
a block beater, who's got the coroner's fingers up in ya
My bullets are tipped with freshly squeeze Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
heart blood, mixed with the crushed bones of Jewish Holocaust victims
This is what ART does
PHILLY LOOK AT HOW HARD I AM!!
They demandin thee?
For reading your ducktales non paragraph bullshit
I demand an Indent fee
Stop taking the thread so demandingly seriously
With all the murder this and all that murder that
If your daddy ever let you hold a gat
you'd be shaky like a game a craps
BTW
is your momma vagina still good and phat?
I heard normal every day non prodigy ninjas MOBB through and get to cause havoc in her pussy cat
NOW THAT'S DEEP
What's the Rap Inspector Gadget think about that?
Jack Bauer,
ninja please
In your JC Penny Lees
Trying to get some rep off Shane, by acting like we enemies
You can be Jack
I'd rather be Curtis Manning, but that's because the militancy is into me
GO BE A WHITE BOY
With your Euro Brain wash
I'm the pain boss
Now watch how Shane toss
your frame from this world's physical plain off
This is like Macy's vs K-mart
But ok, ok
you might win the battle since you pulled the LAME CARD
Had to rep how you so brave heart
Oh, ok, ok, how hard can I be . . . let's see . . .
I got a Gucci shoulder holster
toaster holder, fire from here to the cliffs of Dover
please don't come over
I'm the physical avatar of a bad mood, who's never sober
Bram Stroker wrote me into existence, there's no living evil older
Send one hundred goons
I'll use 45 thousand rounds, just to OVER DO!
With a .45 bolder pound the whole while
thinking of you!
BTW, I'm in a bathtub of kitten blood
Paranoid like Mulder right now
I'm the essence of OVERSTAND
You Philly are the stain
in Obie's underpants, standing in a dumber stance
You a corner ninja,
a block beater, who's got the coroner's fingers up in ya
My bullets are tipped with freshly squeeze Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
heart blood, mixed with the crushed bones of Jewish Holocaust victims
This is what ART does
PHILLY LOOK AT HOW HARD I AM!!
Ok I gotta get this one out...
BTW, Peace to brutha Mag. B. - Good battle, fam.
Oldassblakman?
Now Philly, hold the applause and all the that gun-chatter.
We heard enough 'wild-west' gun-play from all these young rappers.
This battle-rhymer want beef?
Now call me Mr. Cattle-Driver.
My hodge-podge of words will HERD you & ya' Bird ol' "Ms. Mary Jane" outta Dodge on the next Money Train and before I dropped son, I put a "hot one" all up in ya' little lady's loose-caboose so she can drop Sons and straight raise my troops who will soon call me The Duke.
This ain't a fluke.
Within these poems, call me Indy Jones - The Archaeologist.
Cuz I jump-out whips and pull-out Whips on cats who be on the brolic-tip.
And make them swallow fists for talking shit like their ass had an esophagus.
Then take their Staceys and Dash-off behind mahogany dashboards to get monogamous.
See these knuckles will wash, swash-n-buckle a Sasquatch.
Someone better 'de-brief' him
Before he go to war & lose teef like Lee Van Cleef, or that O. State mascot.
See Harrison Ford is back for this bone-headed rapper who's wearing an ASCOT!
Man stop.
What that about?
Bare-handed, i'll tear Smokey-the-Bandit APART.
Until this little Burt Reynolds jerk settles-down in the back of the Ark.
See I'm Old-School like Pro-Tools, or Vince Vaughn and I be on some vintage shit.
Between all those shots fired, u forgot to mention how u and ur Goonies be hustlin' Keys and Bricks.
Now watch Cosby's kid get ATE-OFF, like he straight-off a VHS-tape of Leonard 6...
"Philly the Kid is packing a Mossberg" was heard on these Mean Streets
of row-houses and jeeps. Now look what u jump-started.
Got kids cheering you up streets, stairs and in front of them statues.
While I'm BACK @ your crib like Wahlberg. With bags on my feet.
Rhyming over a beat called "The Departed".
But i ain't no Trigger-Man.
I figure man...I don't need no 'murderous lines' when I'm burning-up rhymes.
Just mishandle guys like Rambo and plant verbal land-mines.
And no I'm NOT Stallone. But I'll Rocky your dome.
If you show up to come 'get-some' of these unstoppable poems.
While u wearing a glitter-gown so glittered-down that Apollo Creed would be proud...
Of the shiny reflections causing ya cheering-section to start getting all-loud.
Yelling "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka" from across the ring-apron.
And pointin' at fans, all up in the stands...
Before you pull-apart those ropes to take off those robes...
My quotes took out ALL of Junior Keenan's Ivories on his way-in.
Be kind to this block-crusher?
Sure, I'll rewind this kid before I drop him @ Blockbuster.
damn the things i would do to you Izzy you see what I mean girl...I just can't help myself
Philly my bredren this is my own serial killer right here. You stand zero chance Wut you got...how you go let my "Dexter" come at you like that.
grown damn philly your blood being spilled every where
Izzy you see what I mean girl...I just can't help myself Verse Intro - In my best John Lee Hooker Blues singer voice!
Woman told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
Women told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
Fade into verse . . . .
Look,
the SOL Den mamma called me a cub
Ya'll see how on the sly she trying to hide from ya'll 'er love
Reality is
All THESE FEMALE SOL net sex shit talkers dem need dem hugs!
Onxy Femme
Hope you got your Jordans on for the Game that your in
Don't step up in Church, cause this is full of sin
I'll have you cheatin like the shit is a trend
Over chairs, tables, tubs, you bend
An every round, guess who'll win
You must have been lost
thinking the prudential rock was soft
Shane bedroom Bully, the bend over boss
Come get your confidence tossed!
I be on some Agil-shit
Make your vagina flatulent
The 808 kick, taggin it
I'm on some Harry Potter with the magic stick
I stick an eat
Have you dreamin about waking up and when you awoke you find your still asleep
It's that tryptophan in my meat
WHOA!
BTW
I'm on some game like Ms.Followup
Onxy, stop the neck nudging, there's no cuddle that Follows FUCK!
I got that ignorant sex you like
Pull braids
smack ass
it's true I'll bite
I got that ignorant screw you love
Cheek grip, make you queef quick when you peep dick
I got that ignorant hump you need
sex toys, adam Plus Eve, Magnum Sleeve
I'm only trying to give you the fuck you want
. . . Ah fuck it, I'm not really diplomatic
Don't call me a cub, call me Count Chocula because I'm an addict!
Much love to you OnynX!
Philly my bredren this is my own serial killer right here. You stand zero chance
Wut you got...how you go let my "Dexter" come at you like that. grown damn philly your blood being spilled every where Ok I gotta get this one out...
BTW, Peace to brutha Mag. B. - Good battle, fam.
Oldassblakman?
Now Philly, hold the applause and all the that gun-chatter.
We heard enough 'wild-west' gun-play from all these young rappers.
This battle-rhymer want beef?
Now call me Mr. Cattle-Driver.
My hodge-podge of words will HERD you & ya' Bird ol' "Ms. Mary Jane" outta Dodge on the next Money Train and before I dropped son, I put a "hot one" all up in ya' little lady's loose-caboose so she can drop Sons and straight raise my troops who will soon call me The Duke.
This ain't a fluke.
Within these poems, call me Indy Jones - The Archaeologist.
Cuz I jump-out whips and pull-out Whips on cats who be on the brolic-tip.
And make them swallow fists for talking shit like their ass had an esophagus.
Then take their Staceys and Dash-off behind mahogany dashboards to get monogamous.
See these knuckles will wash, swash-n-buckle a Sasquatch.
Someone better 'de-brief' him
Before he go to war & lose teef like Lee Van Cleef, or that O. State mascot.
See Harrison Ford is back for this bone-headed rapper who's wearing an ASCOT!
Man stop.
What that about?
Bare-handed, i'll tear Smokey-the-Bandit APART.
Until this little Burt Reynolds jerk settles-down in the back of the Ark.
See I'm Old-School like Pro-Tools, or Vince Vaughn and I be on some vintage shit.
Between all those shots fired, u forgot to mention how u and ur Goonies be hustlin' Keys and Bricks.
Now watch Cosby's kid get ATE-OFF, like he straight-off a VHS-tape of Leonard 6...
"Philly the Kid is packing a Mossberg" was heard on these Mean Streets
of row-houses and jeeps. Now look what u jump-started.
Got kids cheering you up streets, stairs and in front of them statues.
While I'm BACK @ your crib like Wahlberg. With bags on my feet.
Rhyming over a beat called "The Departed".
But i ain't no Trigger-Man.
I don't need no 'murderous lines' when I'm burning-up rhymes.
Just mishandle guys like Rambo and plant verbal land-mines.
And no I'm NOT Stallone. But I'll Rocky your dome.
If you show up to come 'get-some' of these unstoppable poems.
While u wearing a glitter-gown so glittered-down that Apollo Creed would be proud...
Of the shiny reflections causing ya cheering-section to start getting all-loud.
Yelling "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka" from across the ring-apron.
And pointin' at fans, all up in the stands...
Before you pull-apart those ropes to take off those robes...
My quotes took out ALL of Junior Keenan's Ivories on his way-in.
Be kind to this block-crusher?
Sure, I'll rewind this kid before I drop him @ Blockbuster.
damn the things i would do to you
Philly my bredren this is my own serial killer right here. You stand zero chance
Lady, you know you better not be talking about MY e-crush?!? I said HANDS OFF...I'm very cordial, but I know what I want, when I want it...
Ok, I kid, I kid...but, you know what/who I want, right?!?
Lady, you know you better not be talking about MY e-crush?!? I said HANDS OFF...I'm very cordial, but I know what I want, when I want it...
Ok, I kid, I kid...but, you know what/who I want, right?!?
IZZY can you tell JO that this is not the place for warm and fuzzy please There are no holds barred in here and when it comes to "MY DEXTER" aka Hurricane Shane, when it comes to Rocky, when it comes to dah Butcher Magnificent,where a grownazzblkman can do his thing
you better know your place. In here there are no cordial moments. This is the spot where I could spill your blood and carry on.
Don't test me Jo Peace
...and the beat the goes on...
[flash]http://youtube.com/v/yGZVqdiYL1M[/flash]
fifty critics and five foul mouth contenders
time for God's seed to lend eyes a non-pretender,
line up the weak minded sinners
"Holy cow shit!!! It's OWL, kid,
on his forty mile grind bid!"
Ask lil girls in jersey how St. Louis natives do what they did,
two hundred pages a day
plus two hundred grams of hay
banged or bagged,
five sites designed and tagged
code kiddies and block jits
analyze my style in hypnosis
play with the mini me
and still have time to create enmity in the minds of mine enemies...
fuck what she said in a pm
dawg, did you see him?
I graduated from a "block" in a day,
and still ain't seen my real degree, by the way...
Fuck ya style, steez, swagger and ya M-O
but never the M-o.,
Misery
I'm just waking up to the powers laying dormant in this moe
I'm fortified get-it-how-I-do
you elite bourgeois dudes
is still X'ed out my clan
and get ya blind fans off my john's stand
I'm six fifths of a man
and the land ain't ready for my Voodoo...
Ask Ju if Joe ain't too true,
And fuck what ya read
two fingers planted for graduates and dreads,
single mothers, and young stunning's,
all my brothers in the pen
and all those that got done in,
and if I never see Izzy,
I'm still one hundred and seventy-six percent inclined,
to believe the world is mine,
it's just going to take a lil time...
[flash]http://youtube.com/v/yGZVqdiYL1M[/flash]
fifty critics and five foul mouth contenders
time for God's seed to lend eyes a non-pretender,
line up the weak minded sinners
"Holy cow shit!!! It's OWL, kid,
on his forty mile grind bid!"
Ask lil girls in jersey how St. Louis natives do what they did,
two hundred pages a day
plus two hundred grams of hay
banged or bagged,
five sites designed and tagged
code kiddies and block jits
analyze my style in hypnosis
play with the mini me
and still have time to create enmity in the minds of mine enemies...
fuck what she said in a pm
dawg, did you see him?
I graduated from a "block" in a day,
and still ain't seen my real degree, by the way...
Fuck ya style, steez, swagger and ya M-O
but never the M-o.,
Misery
I'm just waking up to the powers laying dormant in this moe
I'm fortified get-it-how-I-do
you elite bourgeois dudes
is still X'ed out my clan
and get ya blind fans off my john's stand
I'm six fifths of a man
and the land ain't ready for my Voodoo...
Ask Ju if Joe ain't too true,
And fuck what ya read
two fingers planted for graduates and dreads,
single mothers, and young stunning's,
all my brothers in the pen
and all those that got done in,
and if I never see Izzy,
I'm still one hundred and seventy-six percent inclined,
to believe the world is mine,
it's just going to take a lil time...
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Philly stand up! YES! My hometown hero right there yall.
Keep doing us proud Philly- Mt Airy/Germantown/Oak Lane/Olney keep your head up!
shanebp said:Verse Intro - In my best John Lee Hooker Blues singer voice!
Woman told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
Women told me fuck faster, Bodyguard he be a comin home!!!
So I fucked her SLooooooooooooooWWW!!! SLOW, SLOW!!
http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/John Lee Hooker.jpg
Fade into verse . . . .
Look,
the SOL Den mamma called me a cub
Ya'll see how on the sly she trying to hide from ya'll 'er love
Reality is
All THESE FEMALE SOL net sex shit talkers dem need dem hugs!
Onxy Femme
Hope you got your Jordans on for the Game that your in
Don't step up in Church, cause this is full of sin
I'll have you cheatin like the shit is a trend
Over chairs, tables, tubs, you bend
An every round, guess who'll win
You must have been lost
thinking the prudential rock was soft
Shane bedroom Bully, the bend over boss
Come get your confidence tossed!
I be on some Agil-shit
Make your vagina flatulent
The 808 kick, taggin it
I'm on some Harry Potter with the magic stick
I stick an eat
Have you dreamin about waking up and when you awoke you find your still asleep
It's that tryptophan in my meat
WHOA!
BTW
I'm on some game like Ms.Followup
Onxy, stop the neck nudging, there's no cuddle that Follows FUCK!
I got that ignorant sex you like
Pull braids
smack ass
it's true I'll bite
I got that ignorant screw you love
Cheek grip, make you queef quick when you peep dick
I got that ignorant hump you need
sex toys, adam Plus Eve, Magnum Sleeve
I'm only trying to give you the fuck you want
. . . Ah fuck it, I'm not really diplomatic
Don't call me a cub, call me Count Chocula because I'm an addict!
Written to -
JAY-Z
"Ignorant Shit"
(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[flash]http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddf_NsBsUuU&hl=en[/flash]
An for those who like a little blues . . . or need a history lesson . . . .
Him a blues man and a serial killer now. Very esoteric and most excellent Shane.
Much love to you OnynX![/QUOTE]
Ok I gotta get this one out...
BTW, Peace to brutha Mag. B. - Good battle, fam.
Oldassblakman?
Now Philly, hold the applause and all the that gun-chatter.
We heard enough 'wild-west' gun-play from all these young rappers.
This battle-rhymer want beef?
Now call me Mr. Cattle-Driver.
My hodge-podge of words will HERD you & ya' Bird ol' "Ms. Mary Jane" outta Dodge on the next Money Train and before I dropped son, I put a "hot one" all up in ya' little lady's loose-caboose so she can drop Sons and straight raise my troops who will soon call me The Duke.
This ain't a fluke.
Within these poems, call me Indy Jones - The Archaeologist.
Cuz I jump-out whips and pull-out Whips on cats who be on the brolic-tip.
And make them swallow fists for talking shit like their ass had an esophagus.
Then take their Staceys and Dash-off behind mahogany dashboards to get monogamous.
See these knuckles will wash, swash-n-buckle a Sasquatch.
Someone better 'de-brief' him
Before he go to war & lose teef like Lee Van Cleef, or that O. State mascot.
See Harrison Ford is back for this bone-headed rapper who's wearing an ASCOT!
Man stop.
What that about?
Bare-handed, i'll tear Smokey-the-Bandit APART.
Until this little Burt Reynolds jerk settles-down in the back of the Ark.
See I'm Old-School like Pro-Tools, or Vince Vaughn and I be on some vintage shit.
Between all those shots fired, u forgot to mention how u and ur Goonies be hustlin' Keys and Bricks.
Now watch Cosby's kid get ATE-OFF, like he straight-off a VHS-tape of Leonard 6...
"Philly the Kid is packing a Mossberg" was heard on these Mean Streets
of row-houses and jeeps. Now look what u jump-started.
Got kids cheering you up streets, stairs and in front of them statues.
While I'm BACK @ your crib like Wahlberg. With bags on my feet.
Rhyming over a beat called "The Departed".
But i ain't no Trigger-Man.
I don't need no 'murderous lines' when I'm burning-up rhymes.
Just mishandle guys like Rambo and plant verbal land-mines.
And no I'm NOT Stallone. But I'll Rocky your dome.
If you show up to come 'get-some' of these unstoppable poems.
While u wearing a glitter-gown so glittered-down that Apollo Creed would be proud...
Of the shiny reflections causing ya cheering-section to start getting all-loud.
Yelling "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka" from across the ring-apron.
And pointin' at fans, all up in the stands...
Before you pull-apart those ropes to take off those robes...
My quotes took out ALL of Junior Keenan's Ivories on his way-in.
Be kind to this block-crusher?
Sure, I'll rewind this kid before I drop him @ Blockbuster.
I love the elegance of grownazz's verbal violence Lady S- very grown and sexy.
Lady, you know you better not be talking about MY e-crush?!? I said HANDS OFF...I'm very cordial, but I know what I want, when I want it...
You...hush, before you get your e-crush punked up in here.
...and the beat the goes on...
[flash]http://youtube.com/v/yGZVqdiYL1M[/flash]
fifty critics and five foul mouth contenders
time for God's seed to lend eyes a non-pretender,
line up the weak minded sinners
"Holy cow shit!!! It's OWL, kid,
on his forty mile grind bid!"
Ask lil girls in jersey how St. Louis natives do what they did,
two hundred pages a day
plus two hundred grams of hay
banged or bagged,
five sites designed and tagged
code kiddies and block jits
analyze my style in hypnosis
play with the mini me
and still have time to create enmity in the minds of mine enemies...
fuck what she said in a pm
dawg, did you see him?
I graduated from a "block" in a day,
and still ain't seen my real degree, by the way...
Fuck ya style, steez, swagger and ya M-O
but never the M-o.,
Misery
I'm just waking up to the powers laying dormant in this moe
I'm fortified get-it-how-I-do
you elite bourgeois dudes
is still X'ed out my clan
and get ya blind fans off my john's stand
I'm six fifths of a man
and the land ain't ready for my Voodoo...
Ask Ju if Joe ain't too true,
And fuck what ya read
two fingers planted for graduates and dreads,
single mothers, and young stunning's,
all my brothers in the pen
and all those that got done in,
and if I never see Izzy,
I'm still one hundred and seventy-six percent inclined,
to believe the world is mine,
it's just going to take a lil time...
Who let this character back in here? He couldn't come quiet he had to blow up shit along the way I see.Traveler...ah what can I say. Maybe I need to rhyme about it
Philly stand up! YES! My hometown hero right there yall.
Keep doing us proud Philly- Mt Airy/Germantown/Oak Lane/Olney keep your head up!
Him a blues man and a serial killer now. Very esoteric and most excellent Shane.
Much love to you OnynX!
I love the elegance of grownazz's verbal violence Lady S- very grown and sexy.
You...hush, before you get your e-crush punked up in here.
Who let this character back in here? He couldn't come quiet he had to blow up shit along the way I see.Traveler...ah what can I say. Maybe I need to rhyme about it
[/QUOTE]She doesn't know the rules Izzy but you know how I do yes
and yes you should
Anyways OWL
lawd I just talked about you with the Hurricane and said that you should be bringing your black ass back in here and look see here you are loving it. There is blood to be spilled OWL blood to be spilled. Izzy Grown is growing on me sis.
But you know how a fresh kill gets my hyper and all moist n shit Peace
Honey raw by design
The fresh kill is mine
Iz devouring the wheat, leaving the chaff behind
Mag Might be the Butcher but Iz is the scythe
Slitting rhyme throats and neck bones
Heart blacker than night
Now I need some more prey
Grownazz sexy foreplay
Think he old enough to turn a bitch into a breezy
LMBAO
He don’t know me!
Have him crawling on his knees
Doin' his best spike lee
“please baby baby, pleeeees baby baby, pleeeese!”
Oh did the weather change?
I guess it’s a Hurricane
Winds and water dealing the cards
But I Iz fixing to win
C’mon serial killer
Let me put this pussy on your chin
Keep that dick rock
All that pent up aggression on lock
Only thing you’ll be killing is this stiff back I got
C’mere traveler lay your head on my chest
But no titty for you !
I ain't forgave your ass yet
Where you been?!
When I was struggling for redemption
Without you to light the way
My path cloudy as River styxx on Judgement Day!
…But your absence was a blessing
More than you know
Cuz without a cane to lean on, I had no choice but to grow
To crawl,
To walk,
To run,
To breathe,
Now baby I can fly!...just like you taught me.
Philly stand up!
We wrestling this southern rap shit to the floor
They don’t know how we do it in Philly
Bodies behind every closed door
But we got that brotherly love too baby
From Manayunk to Southwest
We embracing our liberty
Hearts beat breast to breast
With love
For this city that has taken the bad press
But nourished a music, a culture, an art scene few can ever protest.
All you Philly haters get a cheese steak and sit your ass down
Me and this Broad Street poet gonna fuck a few rounds.
Oh noooo MC I ain't forget about you
You been taking it easy on these cats..
The fuck wrong with you?
You the CHAMP
The ROCK
The GLADIATOR SUPREME
Get back in the ring, make these niccas bleed
But keep gettin the ladies wet with your lyrical seed
You my buddy Rock and this rhyme for you…
Now CHAMP stop frontin', and do what you do.
Peace
....and Sis- you stay MOIST! LOLZ!
The fresh kill is mine
Iz devouring the wheat, leaving the chaff behind
Mag Might be the Butcher but Iz is the scythe
Slitting rhyme throats and neck bones
Heart blacker than night
Now I need some more prey
Grownazz sexy foreplay
Think he old enough to turn a bitch into a breezy
LMBAO
He don’t know me!
Have him crawling on his knees
Doin' his best spike lee
“please baby baby, pleeeees baby baby, pleeeese!”
Oh did the weather change?
I guess it’s a Hurricane
Winds and water dealing the cards
But I Iz fixing to win
C’mon serial killer
Let me put this pussy on your chin
Keep that dick rock
All that pent up aggression on lock
Only thing you’ll be killing is this stiff back I got
C’mere traveler lay your head on my chest
But no titty for you !
I ain't forgave your ass yet
Where you been?!
When I was struggling for redemption
Without you to light the way
My path cloudy as River styxx on Judgement Day!
…But your absence was a blessing
More than you know
Cuz without a cane to lean on, I had no choice but to grow
To crawl,
To walk,
To run,
To breathe,
Now baby I can fly!...just like you taught me.
Philly stand up!
We wrestling this southern rap shit to the floor
They don’t know how we do it in Philly
Bodies behind every closed door
But we got that brotherly love too baby
From Manayunk to Southwest
We embracing our liberty
Hearts beat breast to breast
With love
For this city that has taken the bad press
But nourished a music, a culture, an art scene few can ever protest.
All you Philly haters get a cheese steak and sit your ass down
Me and this Broad Street poet gonna fuck a few rounds.
Oh noooo MC I ain't forget about you
You been taking it easy on these cats..
The fuck wrong with you?
You the CHAMP
The ROCK
The GLADIATOR SUPREME
Get back in the ring, make these niccas bleed
But keep gettin the ladies wet with your lyrical seed
You my buddy Rock and this rhyme for you…
Now CHAMP stop frontin', and do what you do.
Peace
....and Sis- you stay MOIST! LOLZ!
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the LIONESS roars.....BULLET BULLET BULLET.....every sound bwoy in her get hit. Izzy you my girl, kill dem just cuz you can Ahhhhh Fresh blood.....Izzy I loving dis darkside yes
Wut yall got huh....yall let the lioness tame all yall
Honey raw by design
The fresh kill is mine
Iz devouring the wheat, leaving the chaff behind
Mag Might be the Butcher but Iz is the scythe
Slitting rhyme throats and neck bones
Heart blacker than night
Now I need some more prey
Grownazz sexy foreplay
Think he old enough to turn a bitch into a breezy
LMBAO
He don’t know me!
Have him crawling on his knees
Doin' his best spike lee
“please baby baby, pleeeees baby baby, pleeeese!”
Oh did the weather change?
I guess it’s a Hurricane
Winds and water dealing the cards
But I Iz fixing to win
C’mon serial killer
Let me put this pussy on your chin
Keep that dick rock
All that pent up aggression on lock
Only thing you’ll be killing is this stiff back I got
C’mere traveler lay your head on my chest
But no titty for you !
I ain't forgave your ass yet
Where you been?!
When I was struggling for redemption
Without you to light the way
My path cloudy as River styxx on Judgement Day!
…But your absence was a blessing
More than you know
Cuz without a cane to lean on, I had no choice but to grow
To crawl,
To walk,
To run,
To breathe,
Now baby I can fly!...just like you taught me.
Philly stand up!
We wrestling this southern rap shit to the floor
They don’t know how we do it in Philly
Bodies behind every closed door
But we got that brotherly love too baby
From Manayunk to Southwest
We embracing our liberty
Hearts beat breast to breast
With love
For this city that has taken the bad press
But nourished a music, a culture, an art scene few can ever protest.
All you Philly haters get a cheese steak and sit your ass down
Me and this Broad Street poet gonna fuck a few rounds.
Oh noooo MC I ain't forget about you
You been taking it easy on these cats..
The fuck wrong with you?
You the CHAMP
The ROCK
The GLADIATOR SUPREME
Get back in the ring, make these niccas bleed
But keep gettin the ladies wet with your lyrical seed
You my buddy Rock and this rhyme for you…
Now CHAMP stop frontin', and do what you do.
Peace
....and Sis- you stay MOIST! LOLZ!
Honey raw by design
The fresh kill is mine
Iz devouring the wheat, leaving the chaff behind
Mag Might be the Butcher but Iz is the scythe
Slitting rhyme throats and neck bones
Heart blacker than night
Now I need some more prey
Grownazz sexy foreplay
Think he old enough to turn a bitch into a breezy
LMBAO
He don’t know me!
Have him crawling on his knees
Doin' his best spike lee
“please baby baby, pleeeees baby baby, pleeeese!”
Oh did the weather change?
I guess it’s a Hurricane
Winds and water dealing the cards
But I Iz fixing to win
C’mon serial killer
Let me put this pussy on your chin
Keep that dick rock
All that pent up aggression on lock
Only thing you’ll be killing is this stiff back I got
C’mere traveler lay your head on my chest
But no titty for you !
I ain't forgave your ass yet
Where you been?!
When I was struggling for redemption
Without you to light the way
My path cloudy as River styxx on Judgement Day!
…But your absence was a blessing
More than you know
Cuz without a cane to lean on, I had no choice but to grow
To crawl,
To walk,
To run,
To breathe,
Now baby I can fly!...just like you taught me.
Philly stand up!
We wrestling this southern rap shit to the floor
They don’t know how we do it in Philly
Bodies behind every closed door
But we got that brotherly love too baby
From Manayunk to Southwest
We embracing our liberty
Hearts beat breast to breast
With love
For this city that has taken the bad press
But nourished a music, a culture, an art scene few can ever protest.
All you Philly haters get a cheese steak and sit your ass down
Me and this Broad Street poet gonna fuck a few rounds.
Oh noooo MC I ain't forget about you
You been taking it easy on these cats..
The fuck wrong with you?
You the CHAMP
The ROCK
The GLADIATOR SUPREME
Get back in the ring, make these niccas bleed
But keep gettin the ladies wet with your lyrical seed
You my buddy Rock and this rhyme for you…
Now CHAMP stop frontin', and do what you do.
Peace
....and Sis- you stay MOIST! LOLZ!
Would it be gay to say i just got moist? That shit was on fiyah from the first word to the last.
Would it be gay to say i just got moist? That shit was on fiyah from the first word to the last.
hmmm no witty comeback
Izayoi= Lioness, Men in the den = cubs
Lioness > cubsPeace
hmmm no witty comeback
Izayoi= Lioness, Men in the den = cubs
Peace
you know me better than that. start the stop watch
*taps fingers impatiently*
there better be something here when I return from getting wet Peace
Per my beautiful wife in my next life request
Izzy I'm about to bring death.
Ok I'm here for the casting call
cause all I see is emcees acting like they got balls.
Grownazzblakman claiming he don't perform at malls
but I seen him on american idol pacing the halls.
asking Ryan secrest if he could shine his balls
and right behind him who do i see
that retarded kid from philly
215 dont lie
you had simon cowell's casting couch in your eye
You cats bore me rhyming the same ole story
so i'm here to bring the blaze and glory
izzy better cover your eyes this is about to get gory
matter of fact better leave this is no place for a lady.
i see a cat rhyming about hades.
my rhymes echo the through death’s corridors
Name etched in the blood stain floors
I’m not your favorite emcee
I’m your favorite entity
Speak against me and it will be blasphemy
I’ll snap my finger and summon the hell bringer, fat lady singer
I can end this battle with 1 line
Form a line one shot multiple kills this world is mine
Fucking with me you should’ve done a risk assessment
First line you wrote was a death sentence
You’re 22 and I’m 23
I got the mike in me
While you’re a mike wanna be.
Yah talkin mad shit bout you got mad clips
But all I hear is mad clicks
Your gun’s got no boom cause you outta bullets
I spit so complex you’d swear it was hieroglyphics.
Izzy I'm about to bring death.
Ok I'm here for the casting call
cause all I see is emcees acting like they got balls.
Grownazzblakman claiming he don't perform at malls
but I seen him on american idol pacing the halls.
asking Ryan secrest if he could shine his balls
and right behind him who do i see
that retarded kid from philly
215 dont lie
you had simon cowell's casting couch in your eye
You cats bore me rhyming the same ole story
so i'm here to bring the blaze and glory
izzy better cover your eyes this is about to get gory
matter of fact better leave this is no place for a lady.
i see a cat rhyming about hades.
my rhymes echo the through death’s corridors
Name etched in the blood stain floors
I’m not your favorite emcee
I’m your favorite entity
Speak against me and it will be blasphemy
I’ll snap my finger and summon the hell bringer, fat lady singer
I can end this battle with 1 line
Form a line one shot multiple kills this world is mine
Fucking with me you should’ve done a risk assessment
First line you wrote was a death sentence
You’re 22 and I’m 23
I got the mike in me
While you’re a mike wanna be.
Yah talkin mad shit bout you got mad clips
But all I hear is mad clicks
Your gun’s got no boom cause you outta bullets
I spit so complex you’d swear it was hieroglyphics.
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* runs fat ass in thread . . . . ( Gasping, huffing & puffing ) . . . . Sees what Izzy wrote . . . Loses 10lbs.
Runs out thread . . . steals Stouffers out Sean's fridge . . . Reads back of box, preheat oven . . . da-dada-da- da . . . . heats Stouffers . . . . EATS Stouffers . . . regains 10lbs . . . . turns on the food network . . . will be back in a matter of minutes to respond to Izayoi!
Loses 10lbs. Runs out thread . . . steals Stouffers out Sean's fridge . . . Reads back of box, preheat oven . . . da-dada-da- da . . . . heats Stouffers . . . . EATS Stouffers . . . regains 10lbs . . . . turns on the food network . . . will be back in a matter of minutes to respond to Izayoi!
Honey raw by design
The fresh kill is mine
Iz devouring the wheat, leaving the chaff behind
Mag Might be the Butcher but Iz is the scythe
Slitting rhyme throats and neck bones
Heart blacker than night
Now I need some more prey
Grownazz sexy foreplay
Think he old enough to turn a bitch into a breezy
LMBAO
He don’t know me!
Have him crawling on his knees
Doin' his best spike lee
“please baby baby, pleeeees baby baby, pleeeese!”
Oh did the weather change?
I guess it’s a Hurricane
Winds and water dealing the cards
But I Iz fixing to win
C’mon serial killer
Let me put this pussy on your chin
Keep that dick rock
All that pent up aggression on lock
Only thing you’ll be killing is this stiff back I got
C’mere traveler lay your head on my chest
But no titty for you !
I ain't forgave your ass yet
Where you been?!
When I was struggling for redemption
Without you to light the way
My path cloudy as River styxx on Judgement Day!
…But your absence was a blessing
More than you know
Cuz without a cane to lean on, I had no choice but to grow
To crawl,
To walk,
To run,
To breathe,
Now baby I can fly!...just like you taught me.
Philly stand up!
We wrestling this southern rap shit to the floor
They don’t know how we do it in Philly
Bodies behind every closed door
But we got that brotherly love too baby
From Manayunk to Southwest
We embracing our liberty
Hearts beat breast to breast
With love
For this city that has taken the bad press
But nourished a music, a culture, an art scene few can ever protest.
All you Philly haters get a cheese steak and sit your ass down
Me and this Broad Street poet gonna fuck a few rounds.
Oh noooo MC I ain't forget about you
You been taking it easy on these cats..
The fuck wrong with you?
You the CHAMP
The ROCK
The GLADIATOR SUPREME
Get back in the ring, make these niccas bleed
But keep gettin the ladies wet with your lyrical seed
You my buddy Rock and this rhyme for you…
Now CHAMP stop frontin', and do what you do.
Peace
....and Sis- you stay MOIST! LOLZ!
Ahhhhh Fresh blood.....Izzy I loving dis darkside yes
Wut yall got huh....yall let the lioness tame all yall
Look at you instigating!
I glad you enjoyed that sis.
Would it be gay to say i just got moist? That shit was on fiyah from the first word to the last.
Thanks dear. That Bud was for you!
hmmm no witty comeback
Izayoi= Lioness, Men in the den = cubs
Peace
Now that's what I'm talking about Rock- I'm hit, I'm hit !
Damn right....
took you long enough do it again See how Rocky comes forward with dem punches. every time it hits that spot. Blood splatter
* runs fat ass in thread . . . . ( Gasping, huffing & puffing ) . . . . Sees what Izzy wrote . . .
Runs out thread . . . steals Stouffers out Sean's fridge . . . Reads back of box, preheat oven . . . da-dada-da- da . . . . heats Stouffers . . . . EATS Stouffers . . . regains 10lbs . . . . turns on the food network . . . will be back in a matter of minutes to respond to Izayoi!
*dies* Look at you instigating!
The word is encourage Izzy Encourage
Izayoi said:Now that's what I'm talking about Rock- I'm hit, I'm hit !
Hit with what..yeah sure he came in with the K/O's but the blood splatter was minimal.
I mean Iz am still cleaning up after your slaughtering of the "so called lions" Encouragement Izzy call it what it is
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