SBU, Zach, Tung, RobMack, - - - > I didnt have time to digest the others, time for real challenges little brothers
Sawed off,hungy dog snackin call it pawed off, burnt n crispy its rawed off, send it back things are flawed off, castrated minds simply balled off,no transmission called off, off the wagon you done falled off, leave u floppin around like a bra off,
floppin of the fish,appetizers this aint the main dish, rub this lamp or make ur death wish,caught in the net no swish, no battlin for this summabish,
ahh just foolin around with the country words and slander, models are goofy here throwin away zoolander, dino mercs and cavemen livin sittin on my knee and their fall will be on my pander, neanderthal if you couldnt splice the last line geese gander, time for you to sa - lute your new commander, or no parachute evolution reverses my salamanders, targets are set so mark go the calendar, now u got bruce with no lee or banner, grounds are vibratin and weak knees under natures feet cant stand her, just a buncha swamp with noTHINGs plagues are gettin browner, ill paint the slots face but I dont mean clowner ; o
Want the hardest from you guys, I know you guys got it for sure. Cant wait to see the responses - you guys got my respect dont lemme down! If its who am I to you just see my apparent turn, ill leo your professionals and take care of the fern.
Take Care guys
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Looking at all of your analogies, it seems you're nuts
Originally Posted by _SBU
Like a homophobe with allergies, I don't ever 'do nuts'
Unlike a man on police salaries, but still put on you cuffs
I'm Dahmer mad so I'll devour thee, maybe I do do donuts
Call me a sheep? Well I'll make you count them
Fall to sleep, ya snooze ya lose so your out then.
Stop Being U, because you will never be me
Till you get that through, you will never beat me.
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Originally Posted by Vouve
His message says I'm indirect. Originally Posted by Vouve
I will interject in effect a hot groove.
Anything in his text's especially not true.
If I'm 'indirect' it's to heavily mock vouve.
I should take a leather leash piece til the jaw bound.
Radiate with hate to the state I could thaw ground.
Meant to compliment his script, didn't; the thought counts.
Went to tie the noose but the linen and knot bounced.
Words of mine will leave his new regiment sideways.
('direct'ly intertwined ^ in the relevant rhyme phrase)
Split-personality, nil talent he's, "real s**t".
I bet I can make this filth mad at me real quick.
Saddened and meal sick.
*ss set in steel grips.
You asked for attack how's the accenting feel b***h.
Advice to a scribe as vindictive as I am.
You can't fly but flight is instinctive to try and;
My plan? Stay brave and fly as a partridge.
Savor the taste of expiring carnage.
F**k with a writer who f**ks with the wrong hobby.
Catch a pike through ice while struggling with pond hockey.
God stop me.
Never losing taste for conflict.
Deface you at face value and wait to pawn it.
Race a commet en roúte with an uppercut sent.
Say a novice wrecked the room while the other thug dreamt.Last edited by smoothtung; 11-18-2012 at 09:19 AM.
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A bird in hand is worth more Originally Posted by smoothtung
Than two in the bush
But it don't take much
To blow this partridge
From his branch
Little buck shot,
Exploding out from my gun
sendin ya flyin' To dyin'
And feedin' my appetite for sufferin'
And feastin' on the remainin'
That sits nicely dressed
on my dinner plate
This bird is cooked
And stuffed,
best he ever looked,
Time to give some thanks
I appreciate the neck I got to rang,
And snap like a twig, breakin' so easily
Cause conflict, ain't Your expertise
NOr writing; it's not a hobby
It's a calling And nobody's trying
Phone line always silent.
Poor little partridge on a branch, cryin’
It’s alright keep on fliyin’ -
I reverse your wrath, as a canine jumpin out the flea bath, tub dump chump suckin gas at the pump, usin a fork to stab a stump, not so live crew zoom this rump
merciful and in peril christmas death carol, lives double full gauge barrel, rickeyjoe meant uncle darrel, the tamed should not face feral
you want prime then dont order raw, suckin like montana on a mound with no straw, im referring to tony but no mark on face, just white n numb is the presence of ur place, burn throats n eyes no harlem no mase, not a bad boy just mace, like hard steel breakin your face, but forgot the spikes just poor taste, puss* is the only thing tuck in at ur waist, static leaves no trace, vertigo from readin my lines worse case, scenarios arent optional in your case, hard rock no cafe just a junky and this my free base,
So hit the foil and gather spoils, wars of wise for prying eyes, you couldnt take down a smiling frown, turn the socket inside outside n turn it aroun, king of last breath fuc* a crown, flippin lungs outside in no line sound, obituary reads just the wrong end of town, spellbound and hellground, there is no hearin if u cant be found
Take my lines and others thats your where ur stuck...wanting good graces but only see your will, chicken fairy time 2 cluck n pluck
your high on special fx time for your last season niptuck...ground dog meat, burn em from head to feet, rickyswamped muck -
Kitten slaughter I dont need a daughter of misfortune....ice chips and margarita breath, Your lines just need death, toxic dune eat ur silver spoon Originally Posted by RickeyJoe
Yeh you distinguish u like to steal others lines, copy write should be written on the spine, im no longer hunger cause u used what was mine, plagueaholic im sorry but dont feed on your whine
dont read others flow if your footprints are too show, fck ur crown and stick it till you reach your stem flow, id reword my whole program n copyright ur own flow, a black plague never pays attention to unevolved placebo, strummin a pole from what you stole, class is dismissed and aint here to recall the role, undercover man lover blew ur cover mole, lower than a sinkholes hole under earths magma in a winters dark night hole buried under charlie murphy,snipes, and the darkest negro, add 40 more feet and bury a coward under my serial bowl, fathoms deeper where the pressure takes it toll, or just leave your iced bird shi* at the poll
a consumption of strokin over a broken body, necro seems to be ur hobby, the ceo of missed marks will keep you waitin in the lobby, id invite you to try again but think ud try to rob me
So to keep it quiet and steal without any more theft...You ordered poison slates from the wrong chef...Games over and penalties gives you 3rd n plenty without a ref
mike n ike this candy HO stole the wrong bike....A social frenzy with no thumbs cannot give a like
that means get your face out my book...bein a punk who's worthless is less than a thieves crook
stow what you got left in your mind and frame...I aint looking for playin a play with children who only do the same
hot breath n *** doesnt mean you got a flame...this is napalm manufacturer wantin to see an original claim
turtle necks cant write checks and flex, in love wit themselves n the same sex, put down ur little arms trex, your not in the mix chex, texas pete peck, against a habanero ghost chili vex, theres no skill in living a hex -a gone memory you shall cease to be, lame animals just left in misery, check the mirror for this mystery, your channel was changed qvc is just not history -
starvin over here, where to steer, crack the whip to fear, this is an address to the dear, or the slug to the deer, fish to the spear, challenges need to appear
I feel the murder in mid stride, call this domestic assault without the double wide, there is a beast in me lurkin inside, foes to finish, your breath ill never replenish, come on popeyes let me show you spinach, domination shouldnt be this easy to finish, theres no celebratin i didnt soak up enough grimace
if this is the voice of submission, then thanks for the partial admission, canned cheese but hear no whizzin, point me to where they need real spittin, aint no way somethin this pure ever dream of quittin, sleepin with the fishies im not even feelin the twitchin, lyrical suicides are worse than snitches bitc*en bout switchen &ditchin fine china in the kitchen -
new to rap and truthful facts? you're not a vet' yet neuter rap. Originally Posted by sirfolsom
I've got a gift; I knew to rap. in the cut with tales making comebacks? newt a rap.
you detract from future rap. I've ruthless plans, your moves are bland.
I'm used to that. ellude to "Mack"? Heard that even Fleetwood want their Rumours back.
I'll move to "lamp" you. mothman prophecy.
you're not bad honestly, I mock that quality.
"caught in the net with no swish", the flow's slick;
not to wail but off the scale of most fish.
ill skills, I even sneeze swagger. you 'mew-cus' its a p***y speech pattern.
weak stanzas. bring threats, I'll twist necks like "geese gander".
I'm sick as a SARS cough and you've got a mask on.
drops get dark like the last of the stars gone.
ey yo, wait though .."Bra off"? ..you arent wrong;
I got wenches emptying cups coz the bar's hot.
In your first couple lines you said "off" like nine times.
in actual fact your battle raps were all 'off' in hindsight.
you said 'off' an' said it often..
I set if off and get it poppin'.
gutter dog, "buncha swamp" or the beast under it?
I'm quick to pity any kid that's he's humbling.
"calender" rappers yeah? their days are numbered.
think this reign's abundant? wait for summer.
please seek a new standard, improved patterns.
my style's free, a wild beast.. I eat "zoo landers".
"dino mercs" dont deserve my attention.
'rapped'or' not ..my drop 'rex' 'em.
you 'rect'um', no charge to 'fee'cees'.
your style kinda stinks a bit and its streaky.
called me "little brother"? slightly shakey form..
call me big brother.. born in 1984.
or,well.. my style fathered yours..
parred by this in'vader with a darker force.
he seems new so.. I don't mean seem rude though..
if he calls me "Goofy" he'll leave to see Pluto..
punches struck, uppercut to a new home..
I'm sonning him so his shine's like the moon's glow. -
"ey yo, wait though .."Bra off"? ..you arent wrong;
I got wenches emptying cups coz the bar's hot."
That is the sickest line I've seen in a while -
DUDE, thats the **** im talking about, wicked lines man pure wicked. Killed me with the SARS cough loved it and dont even get me started on the fleetwood mack hahahaha ill
Now you know its on, just for the mac line right?
Take Care man -
Originally Posted by _SBU
84 aint sticks n stones to 85 bears, undefeated circle dancing with squares, a stud causin a stampede for the mares, whats a nursery without the care or escaping with every limb stuck in a snare, glad to see ur on your tip top when facin me bare, i respect ur flow the most but fraid i cant spare to wither from your wear, smooth talkin like you wash ur mouth with nair, now lets run through time like we was on nick n bout to ride slime coaster on double dare
I hear the all out attack, your the same fool as I stuck around finger fu**in gak,lets put u down pookie lettin loose on this newjack, im talking snipes to whats eating you up gilbert gripes, about the grapes from the lost love of makin mix tapes, sometimes that flow is kind of wallace landscapes, your ready to get broke like ricky bobby over crapes
Handlin ur lyrics like macguyver handlin minor hassles....Leave you under the mote like Eureka Castle....leavin you to be played out like superbowl nipple tassels
Cuttin down your tree n sinkin your timber in the lake, are we gettin nysnc with another get my timberlake?, or should I let em all kno the dead end of the backstreet is everybodys make, whats a bakers dozen when the oven is off n got premade cakes,a blizzard white out for the lost tiger sorry tony I frosted them flakes
Ill put that death grip on the winnin foot like a reebok pump, rememberin to yourself does this build me up and help me jump
Suggest you bring a strong fleet to run in my wood,like stevie nicks singin landslide in your perimeter is more than you could
Like a flat tire gettin your role on big tymin lyrics like auto whips....you drink ice and Im known for the sweet down to the T, or is it tea or the bag maybe both for ur mystery, bill nye could explain your obvious chemistry
Sensing a add water killer you can by my chia pet, blind ur vision and give you a true meanin of desert storm vet,yank ye asseth of the masseth without new york n we never MET, got 2 remember to salute your shorts cause sawed beats a threat, king of comedy lose ur weekend like a burt without the bernie
Your still wont be there for you like a banned theme of friends.....swimmin when your not ready equals in bad results of the bends,low level waves in austin screamin ohh behave never ends, your stopped in your tracks but played like ever spinnin rims, you kno where i let my dik out n free willy swims, swings at whims of up flipped hat brims, points to you milking at 2% off the skim
asking for second servings is like tyson askin michael for some moore reaping, or is that more of 7th heaven creepin, revenge and revolt like bacon n pitt without ever sleepin, your non existent like music vids on mtv now and trl bleepin,
so this is ur daily without any carson or count just an american gladiator course discount, or the vamp of sesame helpin your numbers like chappelles version of the count, can u even catch my lowlines or breakers in the form of a maddux mount, I mean mound of dirt like your name was florida and needed a recount
Got you clutchin your hands at the triple without nipple in the recall....your out of place on my shore no goodfellas just pauly my son in law
"Was sir's huckleberry" on your tombstone doa no need for doc and now you got the 365 holiday, Hell has already came and earp's let loose both barrels where is ur head gonna lay
I am the duke of all hazard who sees the uncle jesse of ga and your full house, suppressed twin .40's named ashley n mary kate leaves only widows n lonely spouse, sorry bubba but in the heat of the night any fire I can douse
Now looks like I simply went in for the lengthy feed but I put you in my pocket tamagotchi...a beanie baby who appearance is at most blank and spotty,mr miagi couldnt shimmer this waxin with a lifetime of karate
Schools is out and your dazed and obviously not confused, but the glove fits without the bronco n blood of the accused, baby dinosaur with the pan not for momma but leaves this head bruised, quit dancing in bell air carlton I am not amused
Will end the the timeline murder rip like a flannel shirt sleeve rip, suggest you test like ur very past lines to not end up with the cobain story flip, until then your only gettin it off the hip like a fanny pack murder trip
So in this closing of the apparent flashback of sosa vs mcgwire....colossal flows with no steroids like livin da vida loca n ricky caught fire....mambo and pretzel combos in the loss of less than 5....do you feel secure or you still afraid of the dark or already eaten as sam jackson in the pit of a shark,mr belding couldnt save zach or mark, screech for your life or enjoy reading rainbows arc, you cant go anywhere this is not in a bookmark,90210 and any zipcode can get this rampage out of it area so just park, just like jurassic without the reptiles and sharp tooth smiles, but before I go on.. an burn out my bore, leave you treasuring a lil bit of nostalgia and playin like a nintendo 64
It was hard thinking of many thing from back in the day and I dunno about the ricky bobby haha -
Good to be back Originally Posted by _SBU
S B U said he don't feel this?
Thats cuz he never felt the heat of a real diss
He say he dont like that?
Heh. Imma show.. why that thoughts whack
His minds ****ed up from tryin to follow the raps that I've spat
Stab. In the back, then the sides as it's followed by the attack
Cut you in half with this hatchet I'll hack. Pride'll be swallowed when you start to get smacked
Get mad, then get hit by the impact, Logix back on the track ya'll hear that?
Magic tricks rigged up my hat and sleeves
Reality is disturbed as your mind is conceived
perceived as mental imagery an abnormal entity
Set free for a chosen identity &without hesitation it chose me
Ya see? Taken over the world but just startin with nose bleeds
As I awaken I proceed to pass the genius indeed.
Aristotle once reckoned he try my mind
In time
he found the intelligence inscribed inside
I oversee the wrath of the titan's and trample the gods wraths
When it came to the world, I enlightened creation and new paths.Last edited by Logix; 11-26-2012 at 08:44 AM.
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stop- you're not honest.. you drop the wrong topics.. Originally Posted by Logix
Good to be back
S B U said he don't feel this?
Thats cuz he never felt the heat of a real diss
He say he dont like that?
Heh. Imma show.. why that thoughts whack
His minds ****ed up from tryin to follow the raps that I've spat
Stab. In the back, then the sides as it's followed by the attack
Cut you in half with this hatchet I'll hack. Pride'll be swallowed when you start to get smacked
Get mad, then get hit by the impact, Logix back on the track ya'll hear that?
Magic tricks rigged up my hat and sleeves
Reality is disturbed as your mind is conceived
perceived as mental imagery an abnormal entity
Set free for a chosen identity &without hesitation it chose me
Ya see? Taken over the world but just startin with nose bleeds
As I awaken I proceed to pass the genius indeed.
Aristotle once reckoned he try my mind
In time
he found the intelligence inscribed inside
I oversee the wrath of the titan's and trample the gods wraths
When it came to the world, I enlightened creation and new paths.
I rap from the heart ..coz I've gone beyond Logix.
I rap actual facts so the people believe 'em..
if I've "never felt the heat of a diss" there's a reason.
like- why try fighting my raps with yours?
it's kinda like trying to strike tanks with swords.
you're not fit to battle me.. its a Logical fallacy..
I'm putting in work and its not for a salary..
I'm going in deep -to clean rot from the cavity..
I'd pick apart "gods" just to plot the anatomy.
its ragnarock with battle drops like atom bombs on pantheons.
"hatchet"s wrong, "hack" a lot- but stand and cough. with panties on.
got a crew? you'd hope I don't meet 'em.
what? I'd drop Logix lot for no reason.
I'll walk on him. sore topic..
I'll floor Logix' flawed logic.
you've not got an axe, drop the act.
what, got 'shanks'? you're a lamb.
you've not got killer lyrics, you're a victim.
but course you gotta 'hatch'it'.. you're a chicken.Last edited by _SBU; 11-26-2012 at 07:30 PM.
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You've lost a lot..
All this talk is cheap grade to me - the stock is not.
Green hay's stalk'll rot.
And what will come of fall when the rosin is frosted off.
The roses that you bought died before you could cross the lot.
Talk strong along the lines of thought but brawns a shot.
And if it is a chess game then lets say pawns get caught.
Your mind was vacant so the patron went and he sawed the lock.
And if you're at the top ill be the vagrant who jawed the jock.
Draw a glock - or a better drop..
For Christ's sake.
There's coke more dope than your block in my ice safe.
screw you your bro's and your paps have a nice day.
drop says it right, ay?
Lightweights a s**t talk.
He doesn't practice like he used to - s**t's raw.
Pesticide death inside feeling suppressed in rhyme.
Jump back when I catch effort less than mine.
Never resting time on the shoulders of hard work.
But bless the guy who tests the throne and its armor.Last edited by smoothtung; 12-01-2012 at 10:16 AM.
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there is no sick in ur MEDievil,no armor no guts just chucky cheesin like child play deceitful,if the snare was hungry id make the beat full Originally Posted by smoothtung
talk is cheap regardless,from the blind donatello artless,remember my stature or figures like I was matrix in Arliss,fightin aint ever sparring unless,so in regards to the less -hide that ability to miss, like a toilet seat catchin piss
you dont know jack about a stalk growing
like a ostrich flying with boeing
green still gets cut with the mowing
id stay in the closet against the glowing
let your steam out like blowing an o ring
maybe hard as steel but now its bowing
like weight from a glacier in abyss snowing
stuck in my ditch and I own the towing
whoring in my land get charged with hoeing
without a garden to plow in a drought stop sowing
seeds to halt throwing bank took the farm your owing
im holding down your wings you quack jus duck taping
i give no grace but revered way past phasing amazing
bullied ur flow like its hazing, but massacre is what im craving
broken piggies just no saving, against clean evil just bathing
like a hunter waiting n baiting, shoving n shaving against the filating
cut holes n ur raft no inflating and closing exits to the escaping
the claiming is luke warm flow like r kelly's practice of mating
thats urine stating, your case like a federal co op blatantly taping
holes i leave are past gaping ,like ron jeremy has been raping
I hear you placing, with nursery rhymes you just play sing
simply staking, your life like small casino chip placing, on pony racing
talk bout hating, to beat a dead horse while facing, the lunatic raving
fossil placing ,with no spacing, tight fit beast casing, like carbon dating
now petroleum ur fading, nuder the flow easy spading, no curves in grading
or is that old land grading, maybe parm grating, like a bad dog start crating
maybe even do own creating, instead of broken arrows like christians slating
on ur knees but not for praying,sea of men is ur fav flaving,start fire ur caving
you couldnt catch an H through a dirty IV, scratch your surface like poison ivy,draw a dik n you try to invite me, the virus is runnin through veins not so lively, take the gl outta ock put a c for me and try to incite me,open up n take it smooth on your tongue just to delight me -
Nah.
You are a no one.
By tens I jack the census.
And double in worth the moment I cap a sentence.
Licentious - and down to settle a score to rap for vengeance.
Befriend sententious men to fend in pen then scrap their friendships.
Life's a b***h so spend in sense you bet the hag's a temptress.
I meant this;
Your on the edge and ima make the ledge shift.
Im thirteen deep and only loaded off the next spliff.
Thirsty indeed to grant this lonely homies death wish.
You're the kid or guy who lives and dies with the end rhyme.
Believes that where he comes short in the sport the pen hides.
Assonance - alliteration; he can't form the thought.
Obliterate a nation through a tragic war assault.
Poor the salt by the gallon inside of your battle wounds.
Store the vault of talent on a craft to a Saturn moon.
Grab a spoon and warm the china burn all the cut out.
His rap to smooths is quartz to mica - 'sperm should be shut down.Last edited by smoothtung; 12-02-2012 at 12:10 AM.
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You must be seein me like what you talkin willis in the 6th sense Originally Posted by smoothtung
Read your stuff while ago and ive been sick since
Bring 11 more and Danny Ocean ill let you keep 6 cents
You befriend bumper buddies like boy scouts pitch tents
Tongue is startin to rot and remains in my past tense
Call you candy glass cause I see through your silk tints
I form dimenisional analytical drought clouds- where whispers break those flinch
A lip gloss whistle weak lyrical loude-ur a teddy bear steak -limb ridin froze finch
Didnt mean to give you some brakes there,Blowin out your 13 candles like breakin rocky mountain air
Only thing your cappin is the plug in your period,Terds get stuck in the toilet dont they kid,Waterlogged brain cells is your slug soft and blind spirited
You couldnt scrap a comma in my words so keep your friendships,Or drown a mermaid like her going to spend steep for aqua like a trend dip
Fellowship backhands so bleep your weak and weep kinships, a baby tarheel leavin down and blue- footprints like an inch from a french crip
Ill be a blackhole call me a gold digger collect rings of saturday morning cartoons...O my bad you said saturn rings well I got phone on silent n warning all poons
Did it again my fool - meant to say G's leason like to the moon....Alice gets the domestic pattern stings in hell - so phone home its violent scorning fallen loons
Taking words and evidence out your mouth like dusting for dik prints
Your a guantanamo trainee guarding elementary minded air vents
Pull your ugly out the frame like a brain collision sucking out dense
Pain at your sight of letters like goin through schiztoprhenia commitments
Your resume aint nothing cause you aint never admitted the omitted defendant
Spyin on real like you have intel gents workin on each floor of non intelligence
Find my name in stone better pray to em all for even speakin of my reverence
Honor my scrotum like a smooth tongue rubbin against em like elogance
Or time to put your peanuts away for here is the trunk of the elephants
Your not new for paper- your the past like a 13 old newspapers relevance
Burnt up your part time effort like - viewing nature and skewing labor in vapor stints
Sticking your head in the wrong spit - ur best business like major hater spectators hoppin the neighbors fence
Your father says the hell with takin sperm down, wishes he couldve caught that load in a napkin to have no more term clown, or maybe that shot couldve left the earth like a turning the worm brownLast edited by sirfolsom; 12-03-2012 at 03:17 AM.
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@_S
I've opened your mind like a mobs hit list...
Try n open mine, grab the knob n twist..
I've been blowin as hard as the job insists..
Like Ben's contents, I've been boxed in..
I've been growin from the start like a pot of grits..
U fall easy to the throne like soggy sh¦ts,
squash.. spinach
corn on the cob remnants
a whole stew all in it
seek beef? this Ive brought is it
topped with spit..
Masons move solid bricks
with no loss of grips
your drops drip
like waffle mix..
You stack odds against
the top of the list
then waffle quick..
Are you "al' 'bout 'ip 'op" chris?
Look down on the peasants from your "Camelot's" crib?
I'm Satan's seed so I know god exists
he subjected my father to abolishment ..
I was born of heat that melts tropic mist
so up I stare with a glare that says "MOCK THIS B¦TCH!"
You're hot, I admit..
but your not the sh¦t..
I'm naturally well rounded like cobble is..
You're actually a spell bounded hobbyist..
You're practically a stalker, u stay watchin this..
Like smooth, my bic stays lit As bong hits get ripped
I smoke dope snoop dogg would get,
if he came to Austin, Tex
Smooths still lit from his first spliff,
what kind of pot is this?
I stay lit like a toggle switch
with no off select...
And I'll drop grips
to eat this Molly chick
She helps me drop all this proverb script..
Remember the "prophetic novelist-to these comic strips"?...
I saw all this
before the revelations john witnessed..
I'll (ock the Sig
for not mentioning ROBB did his
When referring to the aplocolypse..
I'll welcome the world's stop with a twist..
In the middle of two hot chicks
Crackin seals on bottles, "phhst"Last edited by ROBBMACK; 12-02-2012 at 11:25 PM.
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prophetic novelist to comic strips ... damn thats sick man
Im waiting for a reply for you robb or hell even more from ya, your post are always on point - same goes to SBU
you and sbu is battle tested,
well rested,
dont become over invested,
or skip out on my numbers like WES did,
snipes heard I was collectin on term ight infested,
take some shots n ill show u what having no vest did,
if your devil then ill show you what the galaxies erected,
auto fire is way past selected,
an offer of honor to you two I elected
got to find a king here to show others what respect did -
snakes can leave.. please, I'll shake the tree; Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
"satan's seed"..? seems he got dropped; fate of eve.
dayjob; robb makes neon signs...
but he aint noble gassin' so the theme's not right.
I'll give mixed signals like a green stop light
and scream 'robb- try' as I bleed robb dry.
I'm pissed off fam, I'll kill robb mack,
he spits pop crap like a rick ross track.
shallow plots- macks lost like bodies on "mob" land.
I'll scar face and carve 'fake', you can't claim the don's patch.
Robb's plot's passive.. the drops of a captive..
"been boxed in"..? you got boxed by my 'rapping.
you "crack seals on bottles", its real stuff..
this script's kinda like I crack bottles on seal pups.
your strength's the same, you never change..
my level's raised.. I'll demonstrate..
"masons move bricks"..? this kid's got tetris game;
coz he's fitting in filler 'til his lines get erased.
I'm self-powered; off the grid..
how you gonna say I "waffle quick"?
it's the right swagger and venom for a rhyme battle profession..
with "tropics" and "bongs hits" this is 'pineapple express'ion.
