err.. anyone else up for some battling? do jump in.
@Saybers Lyricals...?
his name's original but Saybers Lyrical's straight illiterate, it seems harsh.
will Sabre get 'wise' (Ys) once he's mixed up in 'E.R'?
I don't think that saybre's hard,
he'll get crushed under my heel like a blade of grass.
you aint advanced but remain patient..
now raise the bar; I'm a weight trainer.
ay, Saybers.. lyrical? can't cut it with plain paper,
thus abridging scripts to 'sic' as a space saver.
you're obsolete, Saybers Lyrical,
I'm the one that Lays'er, Literal;
his girl claims Sayber's a dagger, I filled sheath;
my bastard sword thrust in her scabbard, hilt deep.
and after that act 'maxed.. he's glad'e'ate'er.
I keep drawing swords, like an animation.
I've got strong beats and angry neighbours;
I rock the 'block' and parry saybers.
seems that it's vicious but feed from the wisdom; I take saybers and serve beef with precision.
proceed to see his defeat and submission, I sonned him so much he's in fetal position.
must be kidding; swinging cardboard broadswords.
trippin'; thinking that the car's your warhorse.
stop the fraff. read and see proper rap, now try it..
but we'll never be equal like a Kat'an'a mouse fighting.
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if you been seen 'drawing swords', the teacher caught you chalking boards
Originally Posted by _SBU
lunchtime then spent bored indoors cuz that's not what they bought it for
SBU.. yeah, sure he's raw, but acts like no one saw his flaw;
recycling concepts more and more cuz his knack for orginal thought is poor
whereas I got some metaphors in store that'll make the floor a new home for the jaws that fall
I'll spit disses so funny it'll force you all to laugh until you can't stand and your torso's sore
maiming while maintaining rhymes that cause applause & sticking to the 'no bad language' forum laws
you might be 'fly' but like a 'hawk' I 'soar' way above the head of Stillborn Unicorn
see: I'm free-running, G-huntng, bleed-money;
while you're bleach-scrubbing, geek-loving, tree-hugging.
I'm pretty-girl-sexing, business-investing, family-protecting;
while you're metal-detecting, fan-of-wrestling, stamp-collecting.
I'm SBU-besting, and his chance of contending is fake; fabled
after this rename Chris 'Cain', I'll prove he ain't 'Abel'
see, I deal in haymakers while he's bringing wack-kid-slaps
& if he's 'Cain', I'll be The Undertaker - switch this to a casket match -
nice drop. Originally Posted by Venomonology
err.. I mean..
you "bleed money"? I remain 'untaxed'.
it's vital flow like the pad's a blood bank..
with a big balance like the devil and god in me,
"wrestling" constantly, expressing philosophies.
this is a seminal quality lesson in honesty,
cleverness, possibly excellent modesty.
pen an apology.. Venomonology..
you make claims, never ever evidenced properly.
I didn't miss you in your absence. here's the proof:
the site reopened and I didnt make it clear to you.
it took Smoothtung to address your advancement,
but I'll help you out and suggest your departure.
enough of your lies.. enough of your underformed lines..
your name'll fall flat as the underscore that comes before mine.
I might recycle a few of my own old rhymes but I don't bite ..you're an imitator.
your pulp fiction's reasonably decent but I've seen 'Cleaner' like Vincent Vega.
with a sicker nature that'll spread through the cosmos,
you're seen seeking growth so I'll turn you to compost.
I'll be frank and roll as I must,'tard. it's hot dawg.
I'm hungry for rapping, you're down to get mocked lots.
you're far behind big time, like flava flav's clock stopped.
"chalking boards" or chalking up your flaws like it's hopscotch.
I skipped it, you've not got the right lyrics.
you don't quite fit in but might define misfit.
"G huntng" ..whilst missing an 'i'? ..like slick rick?
kid it's a big risk with two dimensional perception. you missed this.
I showed you the greatness. you failed.
I'll show you a "haymaker". you'll 'bale'.
This aint some "Cain" and "Abel" antics..
I'm sonning him and burning him, it's Abrahamic.
I-sack and lay waste, flame.. raise a blaze and praise the ashes..
his mind's isn't bright ..he'll fade and vanish, plainly vanquished.
he's grinding and going off the rails.. I'm a train mechanic..
he's aimed straight for crashing, no 'safe passage' so aint made for rapping.
quit trying to get bread and beef, go make a sandwich,
your patter's no platter and sure aint a banquet.
best just forget your lyrics like Can' did
coz you're flipped Diz'zy. quite candid.
it's like I came from a pit.. see, I'm beastly.
it like he came from a 'pit'.. sweet as peach trees.
his style's orthodox as a greek priest's steez,
he's putting in work but I'm dissing this 'Cee.V'..
see, he.. lives in china and tries to teach english,
hoping his students don't see his weak lyrics.
no free spirit. go rethink it.. quit it. sit and stitch nikes..
a ticked off critic with a kid's rhymeschemes and a b*tch psyche..
and no heavy mysogyny when I say 'feminine qualities'..
coz I mean his 'pads of messy flow' not oestregen quantity.
an' I bet the best remedy for Venomonology
just so happens to be rectal suppositories. huh?
I'd sever heads of monarchy to keep instead of "stamp collecting".
you're on a repetititive flex like calisthenics. that's impressive?
bland language over "bad language"? languish, lacking ethics.
your tears are hidden in the midst of this massive tempest.
"no bad language", that was sick ..'ish'.
but he's s***.. I mean.. badly needing to be a little star so 'as'ter'risk' it.
he can't even read right or comprehend deep lines:
'my'great' moves 'flip chicks' and make 'V' "fly".
you're "pretty girl sexing"? but I don't think your raps are right..
like.. 'my madam's fine, I'd give the ***'a'nine'.. the chat's 'asinine'.
if he thinks he's sick I suggest a fresh diet plan.
..eclipsing his image ..no Ven' diagram.Last edited by _SBU; 06-21-2012 at 04:46 PM.
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It's been a little while so I take the beat slowly
I'm lookin' for the proof but no one here can show me
They graspin' at my soul but no one here can own me
I'm beatin' up the track while I'm layin' tracks down
I'm the railroad man so you know I been around
I had my head up in the clouds but I stay upon the ground
I was puttin' in the work when you all just weren't around
And I read all the verses but I didn't hear a sound
They were shoutin' at the mirror cuz they hatin' on themselves
I'm deflectin' what they spittin' so go ask somebody else
Retired *** phonies - they all need help
I'm on that new flow put your stuff up on the shelf
And if you really that with it don't thank me just thank yourself
I used to spit venom now I took a step back
Keep it calm under pressure locked safe no crack
I'm on pure focus never off track
And the pressure's ever-building but I let the stress pass
Cuz I'm on that tran-den-scending ya'll livin' in the past
And I stay steady ascending old flavors never last
And yes I know I spelt the word wrong so ya'll can kiss my ***
But I'm in my own zone so hell I guess I'll take it back
If you cannot sense the realness you should paint it all black
From the light I emerge, risin' from the ashes
School in the summer, every verse is classic
Classes for the masses, I'm a scholar to myself
And I thank all of my brothers not too humble for their help
Illusion is deception, I see right through their frame
Playground raps cuz this life is just a game
Still speakin' so soulful but everything has changed
If you play your cards right then let's deal no complain -
Figure i'd get back in the game and lay waste to some names
I was put in this heated battle just to stomp out the flames
SBU disses me, 'suicidal thoughts' like Biggie
Im about to smoke a fag and i aint talkin bout a ciggie
I have the kind of ryhmes you'll beg god to forbid
I've got more power in me than the National Grid
Put the guy in a coffin, now its time to nail it shut
You caused a spark, now its time for a 'power-cut' -
I'll kick his flaws like "stomping flames" Originally Posted by Saybers Lyricals
but this sole's cold, you're hot with rage.
the stock exchange is pocket 'change';
this prophet's paid with constant praise.
kicked out the house of the lord when the rent's gone.
get off. you "beg' god" like a pet dog. I'm despot.
if this spirit isnt visible is isnt dissable an' it aint divisible.
but just pray for miracles, Saybers Lyricals.
I 'see sore' rappers. arrangement's pivotal,
place the syllables in a way that's critical.
you title your rap tracks and that "wastes some names" kid,
you're a waste of your own name so I'll waste some name flips.
this emcee's schemes don't even make sense,
seems he's swinging sabres but gripping the blade end.
he stays fresh, lacking wisdom. he's only harming himself with his battle system.
he chats stagnant rhythms, fraff and fiction. this hits in'curs'ive, my rap's malediction.
you're all talk, false with bars 'forged' for swordplay.
ay, I'll 'draw blades' an' say Saybers got 'poor'traits'.
your name's only saying your form's 'sordid'..
all warped script? all forced in?
all boring? or all forfeit since all four fit?
that's all it's fit for, I forewarned him.
up the effort and put more thought in ..or don't envoke "Biggie"s name.
with ef'fort-its'..ef' four-tits' since I'd split with a threeway like a big'E's shape.
you've made no breakthroughs, start from scratch..
seems like Sabres is taking on an armoured tank.
I'll leave you with no name so show grace and don't hate,
seppuku would suit you so fall on your own blade.
