body the nigga above u in 4 bahz

[Choppa Zhivago]

rhyme form oh dear

since im first i get to choose anyone i want so i'll choose [MENTION=2909]Leopardspots[/MENTION]

yo this bitch LEOPARD SPOTS i wouldnt fuck with FRESCO'S COCK/
cuz she was NEVER HOT that hoe so fat she live in a RESTAURANT/
she could never have SEX WITH CHOP cuz i only fuck with the BESTEST TWAT/
and once that DEZZIE POP her LEGS GET SHOT like CHEDDA BOB

lml

[RockyfifteeNo]

left right, strong side, we are titans
the number is Titanic for the strength of this titanium
challenge the constitution then my Liberty is prime
yet still approachable, presence is coachable
But, Democracy is non-negotiable

[Robin Williams]

I left the left to see what's left about going right.

[mdmunk]

I'm back in the mix mixing hash in my spliff, baggin a bitch with a fat ass and her tits as rock solid as the stature of an African Sfinx
I'm sampling gems like a jewelry shop, my puberty stopped the day I learned Rahzel how to human beat box
you travel in sheetrock, all around the country with your biker chick, but you're so much of a dick you're on display at the musuem in Rejkjavik
my mind is sick, quick to slash you with a knife and hand you a manual to write, since the greatest thought you ever thought was as average as your life
and the next thought you think is: you "prepare to grip the nine"? Really? This guy's silly, in the streets behind your back they call you "the liability"
shit's killing me, not literately, but in a figurative speech, you know, I'm laughing my ass off picturing this geek with an image of the street
time to suspend your disbelief, folks, the street jokes and deep quotes; it's all love, like when your mom put you in a refrigerator drawer and sailed you off the sea coast ...

[ThugFlutie]

Slime gon drop like he got a ripped quad when I spit bars at this dick wod
i go to the toilet and drop a big log, leave that bitch clogged, cuz my shit hard
Nothing you says slick, ya basic and your bae's sick, that lame trick left you with an inflamed prick
you fake bitch, i mean this lames dick got about 8 cysts, he tried to pop 1 and got sprayed quick so his name fits

[Slime Ooze]

You keep sayin' that I'm biting, faggot check the dental records
You're being wasteful with the bars, and your expensive mental efforts
You're the vault treasurer, I can tell you keep extensive simple ledgers
So you can easily say "Such and such said this" jutost prove your pencil's better
Don't feel pressured, I'll relieve your build-up like faulty O-rings
Catch an intentional blank, get branded like a Crow scene
A syzygy, is you kidding me? I was connected before your infancy
I'll send this red coat back to the boat, wit holes poked in his infantry
He's too rough around the edges, so if we match I'll clip him for the symmetry
Let's skip the imagery, this turkey with a blade through his breast, centerpiece
These full metal jackets when I aim sporadic chew holes through his winter fleece
I can see you have potential, but I also see you've reached your limits
You ain't got bars, kid, you got cheapened gimmicks
Heard yo bitch was tippin scales, but I ain't seen the digits
You may laze around all day, but this beam specific
It'll have you speak with God, so even ys dreams religious
I was a reverend as a calling, I had a higher purpose
I was givin back to the youth, bringin em nightly sermons
If that reference is appalling, you should really check your moral compass
And judge yourself first, before dispersing poor assumptions
When I lick shots in your direction, guarantee I'm scorin something
Take off a limb or two, but leave him with the most important functions
You can still shit yourself, and marinate in your failure
Get the butt end of the gun, these clips'll Moon the Sailor
Keep tryna ride the wave, until it crash and sink ya vessel
If we ever got stuck on a track together, I'd hog tie you the tressel
I'm not the devil, but I'll show the meaning of deeper levels
I'll put all 6 ft, 6 ft, and make a keychain from this pigs feet
I coulda canned tuna for the theft, but instead I fed on minced meat
Talking about useless jobs? More than likely I'm the reason you exist
You the type who wanna get paid for failure, I got your appeasement on my wrist
You're as deceitful as it gets, like your team is so immense
You gettin Brillz to do your dirty work while you stab him in the back, you outsourcin
You sonnin all these kids, Virb, but I just left ya crowd orphaned
You're way out of your league, those fathoms you can't reach
Those Phantoms you can't afford, those phantoms you can't see
Molecular biology, I got the micro scope to see through ya isotopes
Thinkin "I'm so dope" but you weak enough to get washed with Isoprop
Now I ain't have time to quote every line you wrote, or even attempt to flip em
You might be gassed like a self propelled engine
But I got that Nas like you already knowin "It Was Written"
(high as fuck, so if I misspelled something its cuz I can barely see the screen)

[mrbrillz]

Hey did you just do a scheme about programming languages?
..Why the fuck?
Sorry to be quite abrupt,
But that was some random ass shit like Monty ‘Python’s stuff.

He don’t even know how far off he is.. I can tell from Miles-tone.
Why you telling me your type of phone? oh it’s a rotary one, that’s nice to know.
I always thought it was kinda obvious you’d ‘dial own’.
I bet it cost lots though, gotta dire loan.

“You’ll get a different style from here on out / changing cassettes” ..?
Was that some kind of gun bar? I’m vaguely perplexed.

“That last line was prolly played out”
Yeah I’m getting to it..

I’d just put Ooze on the ‘flaw’ like correction fluid.
The name flips are dud,sir? like dyslexic druids?
Slime.. I’mma pull out his spine like selecting music.

You ‘like’ Justin’s posts.. no, that’s a simile.
No vows (vowels) for this star’s “alignment”. that’s a syzygy.

You wrote that verse at work fam? I mean, damn, like, who’s ya boss?
What a fucking useless job.
Ain’t you got a noose to knot?
I thought this snake’s bitten tale would never end. Ouroboros.

Bruv, any “clear body” puns have been done to death..
Done to death, til there’s essentially nothing left..
You gonna make The O pay cuz? and opaque us? no clear body.
See? utter rubbish.

I’mma send Slime flying, no “phantasm”.
I’mma dump Miles in the sea once my plan’s fathomed.

And wait, did you say that you used to be “a reverend”?
I just got here and I’m god tier so consider me your eminence.
It’s because of your eloquence they proclaimed you a reverend?
No you misheard bitch, they said you’re irrelevant.

Go practice alone, I’ll battle Brillz in the meantime.
Coz when he saw your “cassette” flip, even B sighed.

I’ll Just ice Justice, it’ll never get solved. wait..
What’s that fam? a cold case.
Easy.

Cold case, six pack, kick back, like a counter//
odometer, how I'll spin Miles like a counter//
ya name Rock, granite/grant it, but ya slate flat like a counter//
put numbers on ya head, if you census/sense us, like a counter//
the flames melted Justice, now hes Just Just//
a internet thug, punk//
that loves to do bugged stuff//
but couldn't throw a punch//
without looking the stuff up//
this is utter rubbish//
pull my dick out, let ya girls udders rub it//
fuck it//

[Virbius]

Hey did you just do a scheme about programming languages?
..Why the fuck?
Sorry to be quite abrupt,
But that was some random ass shit like Monty ‘Python’s stuff.

He don’t even know how far off he is.. I can tell from Miles-tone.
Why you telling me your type of phone? oh it’s a rotary one, that’s nice to know.
I always thought it was kinda obvious you’d ‘dial own’.
I bet it cost lots though, gotta dire loan.

“You’ll get a different style from here on out / changing cassettes” ..?
Was that some kind of gun bar? I’m vaguely perplexed.

“That last line was prolly played out”
Yeah I’m getting to it..

I’d just put Ooze on the ‘flaw’ like correction fluid.
The name flips are dud,sir? like dyslexic druids?
Slime.. I’mma pull out his spine like selecting music.

You ‘like’ Justin’s posts.. no, that’s a simile.
No vows (vowels) for this star’s “alignment”. that’s a syzygy.

You wrote that verse at work fam? I mean, damn, like, who’s ya boss?
What a fucking useless job.
Ain’t you got a noose to knot?
I thought this snake’s bitten tale would never end. Ouroboros.

Bruv, any “clear body” puns have been done to death..
Done to death, til there’s essentially nothing left..
You gonna make The O pay cuz? and opaque us? no clear body.
See? utter rubbish.

I’mma send Slime flying, no “phantasm”.
I’mma dump Miles in the sea once my plan’s fathomed.

And wait, did you say that you used to be “a reverend”?
I just got here and I’m god tier so consider me your eminence.
It’s because of your eloquence they proclaimed you a reverend?
No you misheard bitch, they said you’re irrelevant.

Go practice alone, I’ll battle Brillz in the meantime.
Coz when he saw your “cassette” flip, even B sighed.

I’ll Just ice Justice, it’ll never get solved. wait..
What’s that fam? a cold case.
Easy.

[Lenox]

Dope

[Justice]

That Justice kid got more accounts than cross-examinations,
And I ain’t naming names but acknowledge that it’s blatant.



Wait a min... I only got one account tf you talkin' about? I got the same one that I joined with Virbius

[Slime Ooze]

When Jamaican me angry, the heat I flash'll cause this bumbaclot lungs to clot
An asteroid outta orbit, if we clash, son'll drop
Hard jabs to the gut, make his stomach knot
You'll catch a win turned cold, but since this summers hot
And they wanna chip at the old block, let's get this lumber chopped
I'll bring an axe to ya set, play a tune, then kill ya band members
With such bland fixtures, you might im-press the rest like a notary drone
But I always keep the drum spinning numbers, it's a rotary phone
If you get dialed up, I'm adjustin the scope to account for wind direction
This solar flare will bubble flesh, it ain't a skin infection
He got a gun so big - he literally can't lift the weapon
So I gotta do it in real life
When the choppa take off his limbs
We won't have to ask if he still write
I keeps tabs on every session, so as long as the bills right
I'll take his vocal chords and stretch em', for the bands, cuz my steel light

Hold up, I write this shit at work, you actually thought I stole something?
I been through body after body on this board, like I'm soul jumpin
If this beef is charred, I'll grab a bag and coal dump him
It's so endearing to see him sweat, but the tech'll leave this foal slumpin
Roll somethin, you holdin dice, and talkin soul craters?
I carry blades, and I'll share this fade when I get his skull tapered
I ain't biased with the verbs, Virb, but your programming is visually basic
You gotta Sharp tongue and a short fuse, but you're needing replacement
Put a couple rings around ya bitch, so this scheme is engaging
But against the two of you, I'm 1-0, the machine speaking language
I can C plus sized effort, but ya lines a lil thin, and you seem salty
So once again, I'll compose your death, from work, like Vivaldi
I could said it's a clear body, phantasm
You'd expect your sequel, for your come up, mangasm
But when he come up short, chest saggin, man gaspin
A single breath of fresh air would tip over his band wagon
Now I'm not grand standing, or even tryna boast
But if I put the heat to this crackers top,okay for the bread, then he's toast
I'm so East Coast, I brought what I slang to the West
If you want me to cut you some slack, I'll let it hang from ya neck
You'll get a different style from here on out
Like I'm changing cassettes
You ain't callin out Brillz over his sinus infection
But I get it, you're going for gold and I got that Midas complexion
Imma make you pump ya brakes, this a Midas inspection
Because you talked shit about ya boy, now ya alignment's in question
During my time as a reverend, I catered to the youth
When I discovered my flow was a weapon, I brought vapor to the booth
If you're gonna tell your lies, make you sure save your truth
I'm the Savior, I have proof
Cuz the only time I've ever seen you labor was the womb, with a stranger to share your roots

[Slime Ooze]

...

[Justice]

Bitch ass Hoey callin' me Justin literally birthed a entire trend smh.


Gotta figure out how to change that sub description for the serious hiphop section one of these days.

[Virbius]

This a warning shot if I “fire blanks”.
Now we snoring lots; you just fire tranqs.
You and Justin cyberchat;
You’ve even reached ‘advisor’ rank.

You rhymed “Tyra Banks” with “fire blanks”..
That was original. once. and then some time elapsed.
Plus that “poltergeist” crap was a stolen line from olden times.
I’mma body you so bad that not even your soul survives.
I’mma put holes through your coup; no “poultry heist”..
But you should go follow Quills, oh you solved it right?

He be like “holy christ!” with a broken thigh, means I blast femurs.
And fuck your side-kick; I ain’t fight with crab creatures.

I’mma bark when I’m cookin’. and you’re providing “cinnamon”??
Justice incel’s killing it.. a Law Abiding Citizen.
I’ll put a boot to his spleen, means, he’s your fucking side-kick.
Even Justice likes it: I’mma take your Green,Miles, and that’s nothin’ psychic.

An aura.. like.. a Nora.. an..or..uh.. something or other. fuck it.

Hey why write your shitty lines then display doubt?
“yeah I know that last line was played out”.

so don’t post it.

That Justice kid got more accounts than cross-examinations,
And I ain’t naming names but acknowledge that it’s blatant.
But forget him, the name Miles seems right for you..
Coz your style’s too.. well, it Kind Of Blew.

“We ain’t playing uncle”. we playin Uncle Howie;
Yo Smack shit got Ill Brillz all fuckin rowdy.
And yo I ought to call Mr Brillz ‘Trumps wall’..
Coz he went for Miles but accomplished fuck all.
No body there, like private isles.
London Pride in summertime with lines for Miles.

This battle rap scene is my homeland. know that.
[Uh insert some pun about Miles and NOME ads]
Or don’t. damn.

I’mma give him that capital punishment one time,
Sit his ass down.. in an electric chair Pun signed.
If this thing ‘pops’ you gon run like a “bloodline”.
Said “Just ice” with spirit like undine in sunshine.

Hey you’re a.. nah that’s just unkind.
And I’m sure Justin will stop ducking me.. sometime.
You gon die like one “dice”, fucking roleplayer.
What, you gonna kill me with a level 8 soul crater?
Just-ice 4 Milez.. sorry, that’s my cold nature.
This over your head, but, ‘church bells’ (you’ll get tolled later).

For fuck’s sake.

[Slime Ooze]

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