Aha oh god
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Rendered Speechless
Victory comes ease-illy
Don't cry needlessly
This was always destiny
You got notin' to say to me
Can't bring anythan'
Other than
a prayer to god
You'll need one
As you fade into the background
Soon forgotton
By everyone
Even you mom
Who you used to make scream
"Aha god,
smooththung" -
Yes at first I was rendered speechless.
Temper decreased from a jesters weakness.
I didn't want to hurry back given not a worthy rap.
Break it that you're wasting your time but you're surely that.
Listen;
You're no 'revolting colonist' you fall in place.
If you represent the people, problem is they're all disgraced.
Honest hate. Novice break. I've provenance in folklore.
I'll drop bombs til weapons melt and fathers thought we broke war. -
While I revolt
You wear the red coat
No idea on the boat
That what you face over here
Is Guerilla Warfare
This ain't no gentleman's game
No high tea with the queen
And while I appreciate the reference
To us revolting colonists
I ain't got no deference
For the Brit-esh and their arrogance
Half of us is you
"How do you do?"
Nice to meet you too.
Welcome to the colonies
Revolting to the crown you servin
Conscripted and indentured
A man in the trenches
No Queens champion
Not fit to groom the horses
Just a cockney bastard
to toe the line, take orders
March in a line, we wait in lie
Hiding and Ready to fire
The red coats gonna die
Comin' to get slaughtered. -
I tare scales, drag in bails, and break'em down to street sales..
I tear scales from dragon's tails, make'em bow to the heats of hell..
A "pacifist"!? More like an activist,
strikin' your active list like a pack o'fists..
Your speech resembles a parrot's dyin' wish,
minimal...
You're as fictional as the Paradine..
Fuk your rituals of paradigm..
Fuk a"Nick" I'd prefer a pair of dimes..
I replaced the thread with wire,
Barbed...
Barin' teeth,
I beef to eat fresh meat.
Your bars? Buried again, by dub B..
I'm a barbarian! Keep your priests and filthy knees,
forgive me pleas and dirty deeds..
This skillful tease fulfills your unwillful needs..
Youve thrown stones at my throne of skulls and bones..
But pebbles from a gnome of foam
hidden in a lawn overgrown
like he's owes a loan,
dont get far from home..
I roam the lands alone,
in hopes of being shown the unknown ..
Like a "Smoothting", but no ones knowin' one..
I don't condone your slowin' the moment I'm on..
I post poems.. you postpone..
Soon as I'm gone,
here comes your monotone drone..
But the nuts he's holdin' are not his own..
You get balls from your pilot,
you're an unmanned drone that I'm controllin'..
You find courage in your "pilot",
Unhand the pen to see the flowin's flown the coop..
See them sore? 'Til I shoot...
I'd accuse you of being a soar loser,
but the truth is you're just soar and looser..
How could I know truth at all?
I dug deep for roots to find more facade,
more wall... More "aha"s? Nah,
cuz like Hadrian's, yours too will fall..
I'm not Maximus. I MACK the most!
You're that dead kid, Casper the ghost..
Your cold, but you feel hot?
That's a fever, your ill dawg..
Save your rehearsed verse for the nurse at pill call..
You con few son, and the reel's stopped..
Your confusion proves you lose soon as u plot to kill ROBB......Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-13-2012 at 03:33 AM.
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So as you can see I have 4 people coming at me right now. Give me time to work all of you in
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And 'Mack the most' come on dawg aha we know that's md, the fuurly ghost, that cold crest capper, dre from the bay. Aha I know my dregonomics bro, my thizzel Washington, Ronald dregan.
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tackpick's tactics are lacking craft skills..
Originally Posted by tackpic_47
"f*ck ending a punchline"..; a halfwit's transcript.
can't match these ad-lib's. I'm damn pedantic;
so stop the inconsistency.. - acting catholic. -
too true, you're lightweight. wait .."tare scales".. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
I move units, spoonerise rhymes and write 'scare tales'.
I'm live and I aint friendly.. "Casper the ghost"..?
stellar, p***y, go catch crabs.. I mean, be a Cancerous host.
your Stretched concepts Stink and they aint Phat,so.. "Casper the ghost"?
that was a joke..? you've got no presence and you lack an approach.
'Caged' with his 'Con-Air'ed out like Robb flew.. "con few"? ..confused?
I mean, you're not the bomb nor a bright spark ..the con fused?
I'm the "ill dawg" and I'm the vet' too..
It's sickness; my style is known to infect you.
take a dose of your own though; .."nurse with pills".
I cradled abilities and made the deliveries since the birth of skill.
your drop's wack, the wrong tact.. stop that.. Robb Mack..
behave or your mother won't give you your glock back.
so slow you get scared whenever a clock clacks.
howl as you get a pounding; no dawg tags.
Robb Mack.. caught panhandl'in more than a pot rack.
stop rap.. could barely even make a bar-skit. you're not Shaq'.
this wit is better, my script is fresher.. I'm bringing pressure.
you've not got "throne", you got 'thrown', only 'King' in tekken. -
Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
Originally Posted by Vouve
You tare scales if only you're weighing fates of combat. Originally Posted by Venomonology
Chair the mate until a tear scales the face of Robbmack.
You 'roam alone' cuz no one will relate to your s**t talk.
You roam alone Cuz.
- No 'relation's ^ to big ROBB.
Sick fraud; vouve too, the pair should work together.
Forge character then expand for further measure.
It's better than declaring war, pro-'guerrilla' trap.
If you 'attack in waves' i'm poaching silver backs.
Most filter raps, I'm explicit and still smart.
I pound a fifth of venom liquid to make the chills start.
Still dart through ghost towns thieving fight from weakness.
Posted down in Eden just to snipe a Phoenix.
You're activist if passionate for fragmenting raps a lot. Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
You 'dig' to slabs of rock;
to your 'depths' the maps are lost.
Of course we're friends thats an essential asset to impact. Originally Posted by Venomonology
But the one that gives drugs to guns; which 'aspect' is that?
You'd carve and.. map, letter formulas.. Originally Posted by Venomonology
Pardon that for a petty foreigner.
He's more medley in a w'rap' than an orchestra.
The way he acts is 'petít' for a 'northerner' .
Youre quick to over think a paragraph that's an immanent issue.
If you need an allograft to save your 'skin' I wouldn't give tissue.
F**k a 'friendship' in the end, our hearts tell us to get our backs.
If your time was coming then your own 'momentum' tipped the hour glass.
Cower mack, venom, vouve, and tackpick; you don't 'write'...
Id hold a flame in respect but the match sticks wont light.
My tolerance has receded and you four are no longer cute.
Fathers harvested loins when it seems shouldve stomped fruit.Last edited by smoothtung; 10-16-2012 at 04:55 PM.
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Most realest
...
Damn, most illest
**** so sick like I contracted syphillis
***** so thick that her *** is just ridiculous
Your raps so weak you don't even sound conspicuous
Your lyrics sound gay man swear I am suspicious this
Battle rap plan ain't a buddin' romance
I see you envyin' my style but stick to your plan
****
Life so ill, my life's so real
Came close to dyin just to see how it'd feel
As my life flash forward like they speedin' up the reel
Look what I've accomplished, please don't compare us
From the dirt to the heavens, you look so embarass'd
You're a ****in hater I won't ever see you later
Ciroc at all my parties plus lately they be catered
So spare me your ****in lines for someone who has the time
As you're typin on the keyboard like your life is on the line
You're wastin' ****in time while I be steady on the grind
And my flow go insane like I swear I lost my mind
What now ***** -
4 bars; 15 minutes. Fire doused.
'Suspicious this'? f**k a kid who can't talk not novicely.
'Syphilis' prolly caused the thought you'd drop properly.
Fallen's he ^ you'll need a lucipher god in rougher times.
If you 'almost die' you'll spot me 'cross'in' the other side.
Please your life has no 'flash', horse - lame; useless pinto.
If you're 'Life flashed forward' I threw the board game through the window.
No fight - don't clash in war when the bombs are greater than quicks folk.
And if your 'life flashed forward' it was the radiation from the rigs zoneLast edited by smoothtung; 10-18-2012 at 05:12 PM.
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How much radition can you handle,
I am like a million milirems,
I'll kill you
Get you sick
Radiation poisinin'
I am fat man
Dropin' the bomb again
Manhattan project,
Harry S. Truman
You are hiroshima,
my lines are goin' nuclear
Count down 1, 2 ,3, 4
Drop the bomb on these
Inadequate style-ings
Crictal mass ain't needed to destroy these
LIttle boy-zees,
That deserve the pain, and sufferin'
I bring
The result of scientist's evil brains
Putting together the worst things
But you ain't the real thing
Just a test dummy
Only Takes a grenade
To bring you back down to size
To blow you out' tha skies
It is so easy
Critical mass ain't needed
Just a bb will do the trick
You fleein'
Can't take it
I knew it
Cuz you ain't **** -
I hope you re-read
All the Cr ap you said
Totally a novel
From Beavis and Butt-head
No ones gonna read it
I'm lmao off right now
I bet your parents are way beyond,
Too F-ing Proud!!!!
None of your lyrics
Got any kind of fame
Go buy yourself a prostitute
To add it to your shame
Your the only king of this comic strip
Still looking for some clue's
Trying to do me
When no ones doing you!
Never in a day
Do I think ...........
I wonder if hes writing
I hope its about me
and more lies that I've been hiding
It's funny how?
I'm the number one subject in your bed
Get some real material
And practice everything you said
Quit Sitting on your asses, all threw the f-ing day
With all the voices in your head
Is the only time you play!
Quit trying to be hard
You ain't fit to even Fuk it
Give me some response
Not barely unresponsive
You act like you've been published
And your new albums out
Can I have your autograph
Now whats that all about
I got myself some rules
And you will never be included
Cause all the dog's I gave a bone
Have just been eluded -
HAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Originally Posted by Trina Marie
Ha ha ha, haha, ha ha Hahahahahaha!!!!
Go ahead and group into packs,
lil groupie a§§ rats.
Just like treflats,
need to learn cheese from a trap
b4 u step to da Mack.
To learn where u lack
next time just ask.
Got my inbox going mad
w/"ah crap!"s and " oh snap!'s
and requests to friend add.
So I add u, then I made u.
Now you're gonna make me, take u,
to the back to, smack u, slap u, stab u.
Drag u, like u was a black dude
and i was two white fools,
from jasper and way too prideful.
The whole time just mad, both being fags,
too scared to hold their sacs,
kiss and realize the true love they coulda had.
Did u even just get that?
I said I was two faggets.
I rape any n***a I rap at.
But ROBB loves MACK.
Im from way back. Like slangin crack in da streets,
FU(K that like cardboard and droppin to beats.
You cant rob the robb w/2 Bs.
But big ups! Smoothtung and Rus.Mgibs
and nostik, still i wish, to know what to rhyme your name with.
Ill bring u fame kids,
and I don't even wanna be famous,
just poke your raps anus.
Its haneous to claim this,
you're insane, yes. I'm insanest.
Exchange this to be painless.
But go ahead get off to my pain,
cuz I just wouldn't be the same
w/out that pressure on my brain.
Hemorrhaging,
swelling from remembering
sins ive sinned and am surely bound to sin again.....
Don't flatter yourself u only consume the time it takes to shred u, I busted shots at four others in that novel..
Had. To bring back an oldie but a goodie.. hey newb, if fame is what u strive for you are in the wrong place.....
Do some research, say something relevant !Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-20-2012 at 11:53 AM.
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Like your paps I should have known I had to beat you twice. Originally Posted by Vouve
Fight your *** with a stone and the blows would be light.
Write raps like you're stoned, and one way or the other vouve.
'Hale', smooth; - drop's 'stones' til they bring back rubber roofs.Last edited by smoothtung; 10-20-2012 at 04:30 PM.
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To who ^
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[QUOTE=_SBU;971057]. too true, you're lightweight. wait .."tare scales"..
I move units, spoonerise rhymes and write 'scare tales'.
I'm live and I aint friendly.. "Casper the ghost"..?
stellar, p***y, go catch crabs.. I mean, be a Cancerous host.
your Stretched concepts Stink and they aint Phat,so.. "Casper the ghost"?
that was a joke..? you've got no presence and you lack an approach.
'Caged' with his 'Con-Air'ed out like Robb flew.. "con few"? ..confused?
I mean, you're not the bomb nor a
I'm the "ill dawg" and I'm the vet' too..
It's sickness; my style is known to infect you.
take a dose of your own though; .."nurse with pills".
I cradled abilities and made the deliveries since the birth of skill.
your drop's wack, the wrong tact.. stop that.. Robb Mack..
behave or your mother won't give you your glock back.
so slow you get scared whenever a clock clacks.
howl as you get a pounding; no dawg tags.
Robb Mack.. caught panhandl'in more than a pot rack.
stop rap.. could barely even make a bar-skit. you're not Shaq'.
this wit is better, my script is fresher.. I'm bringing pressure.
you've not got "throne", you got 'thrown', only 'King' in tekken
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Look who it's taken to awaken the hatin' vagrant from the U.K., men..
The amazin' dragon slayin' seed of satan, makin' flagrant statements...
Displayin' blatant disregard for playin' it safe when baitin' _S, into enslavement,
waitin, patient, to cage him ... Breakin' camp, his conentration
can't break away, Can't stray away from the latent indentations,
abrasions from the words that I say, and the way that I say them..
Leaving stains on your rant, stamped, with no chance Of escapin'
to return for vindication.. He's forsaken the displacment he's facin'...
With a fake grin, I hasten, to race in, and cave in, his face..
with the chunk of pavement That is now his replaced chin..
Tore it from the cobble lanes adjacent, To Big Ben..
its face read, 8:10, in da a.m. his face red now gapin' has a great bend..
Chasin' ancient greatness, wastin' paces,
Retrace them to locate your fate,
your faith's thin..Be gracious for your second place win..
Go play in the basement of my slaveship,
As these tradewinds take us where your grave is.
In the U. S. of A..... begin prayin',
In preparation, cuz soon your days end.......Last edited by ROBBMACK; 10-20-2012 at 04:31 PM.
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[QUOTE=ROBBMACK;971953]
Days end? They just begin-in Originally Posted by _SBU
Catch the Trade Wind
Sailin' against The Current,
But the sun ain't settin'
It's a bright new beginnin'
Here in the U.S., we rulin'
While your empire fadin'
Go spend euros, and trade in
Your pounds and pence for cents
No need for their existence
Cause the sun done set
On the British
Nothin' left, imperialistic
Failure, Empire's dead as door nail
Ring the bell, too late the boat's set sail
While you at the helm, Captainin' a ghost ship
Cracks in your hulls
Food for the gulls
Who scavenge your bones
Won't let you alone
Like I wont, so row, row row your boat
Into the good night
"Don't fight
The dyin' of the light"
