guest00901 Posted August 12 Report Share Posted August 12 c'mon battle em out......rhyme em here! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted August 12 Report Share Posted August 12 word on da street is Fineones battles QB's finest at Da Brog....DG is his hype man...AtomicApples is the beatmaker...and Barslut ghost writes all his shit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fineones Posted August 12 Report Share Posted August 12 the streets never liethat kid boriginal is nice too Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted August 12 Report Share Posted August 12 im ghost write for P.Diddy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spinninrecords Posted August 17 Report Share Posted August 17 battling in chatrooms and message boards..lol..... do your thing.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
solbeam Posted August 17 Report Share Posted August 17 Originally posted by ghhhhhost word on da street is Fineones battles QB's finest at Da Brog....DG is his hype man...AtomicApples is the beatmaker...and Barslut ghost writes all his shit :laugh: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
barslut Posted August 18 Report Share Posted August 18 I freestyle but like 80's ktu shit like stevie b an lil suzie. btw apples sweats lil suzie. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fineones Posted August 18 Report Share Posted August 18 he was one of the original members of k-7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spinninrecords Posted August 18 Report Share Posted August 18 ha..ha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
solbeam Posted August 18 Report Share Posted August 18 Originally posted by fineones he was one of the original members of k-7 lol TKA was the ish Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
t0nythelover Posted August 19 Report Share Posted August 19 hey yo...yo yo...check out my ill freestyle as i kick it on the type writer...like night rider ill drive by and ignite ya with the ill david hasselhoff mullet...so wiggers fuck a bullet and go back to the suburbs where u grew at...u aint streets, u dont rock beats u as fake as a parapalegic rockin cleats talkin bout i can golf...no wait thats puffy hes wack as patrick duffy and taht white bitch named buffy cuz the only thing shes slaying is the cum from my balls, that shit leaks in my draws when my dick gets hard with or without cause...son ill school you even though i hardly knew you rockin the ill fubu and represent the zulu...nation...im down with the asian persuasion but i dont like caucasians and i dont need no explanation...biatch...btw i dont really freestyle this is just a joke...for those of you who are gonna tell me my rhymes are wack...get at me dogs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daillestmattyg Posted August 20 Report Share Posted August 20 your rhymes are funny but waste of my time and time is money i shine so much even with clouds my days still sunny Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
letemknow00 Posted August 25 Report Share Posted August 25 u proved ur point but whats up wid da big gap i had to scroll down so far/ like ur moms gap in between her teeth follow her love trail down to her c section scar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naughtybabe Posted August 25 Report Share Posted August 25 Originally posted by ghhhhhost word on da street is Fineones battles QB's finest at Da Brog....DG is his hype man...AtomicApples is the beatmaker...and Barslut ghost writes all his shit Fineones is nasty.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daillestmattyg Posted August 25 Report Share Posted August 25 shit if i have to 2 4 left in my existencei kill all my enemies, no matter how far there distancelissen God dont like me, so find holy water to piss infind a bitch fuck a bitch i aint down for no kissinspit rhymes on fake cats im gonna be dissinhit up my school farrell, the fucks who got me expelledspray paint jesus so the devil like me in helleveryone said i likely excellgettin down wit smokin the Lget wit my boys for a last day on earthget an ill cypher goin, while we prayin in churchfk school fk showin up at workworse comes to worse i get firedby tomorrow like old food, my ass is expiredi wonder, wen hell be callin my numbermiddle of my last blunts got the look n size of a cucumbertell my fam they have my lovintell my mom im gonna be crossin paths wit her husbandlet her know she cant save me, no need to botheri look forward to seein my fatherim gon grab guns, finish my enemy'splease i flash the cannons and make them still say cheeseget an erection, fk a bitch without protectioncum inside of her and bounce within a secondput a bullet in my mirror to kill my own reflectionif the bitch get mad ill give her optionsyou could kill the kids or put them up for adoptiondont get violent wit bitch better use cautionif its really that bad get an orbitionget wrecked, waste my life awayfk it i only got a full dayget all the e and a coke buffetshrooms pounds of weed liqs of kgoing for delf on bones so no need to pass itsheets of lsd my tounge lovin the acidi could careless if i come close to an overdosemy blunts will still be as thick as the tug of war ropeminutes left, hit the streets wit my boys stayin strappedattacks the rats who got my crew caught in trapsmaking sure before i go, im leavin cats with lines only flatmy final wish is to take my own life commiting suicide, cuttin my throat with a knifedoin it in public, fk it i got nuttin to hidei wanna take place in makin myself die Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
t0nythelover Posted August 26 Report Share Posted August 26 Originally posted by letemknow00 u proved ur point but whats up wid da big gap i had to scroll down so far/ like ur moms gap in between her teeth follow her love trail down to her c section scar :laugh: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
happykittn Posted September 2 Report Share Posted September 2 Fragmented thoughts, immobilized walks through a polarized mindframe. When I say fragmented I mean thoughts incomplete, only sporadically speaking.. as the mental facetiously be creeping. Unbalanced subliminal malnutritioned thinking habits got me fasting on weekends. Feeling nauseated during evenings from the daily bs they intravenously be feeding. Because they offer me food for thought, but I'm refusing to eat it. On a starvation diet til the plantation of my mind becomes soil and seeded. Paint a thousand word picture, but the world will not see it. Cause they'd rather promote dreams as holding the keys to lifes meaning, than convincing every individual that their lives hold the keys that give their dreams meaning. False positive proof concluding, evolution is the reason for our being. Revolution of truth needed to thwart the lies disguised through what we're seeing and breathing. So I'm left immobilized walking through landmines of unsanitized mind frames. My inability in part is frustration, for my mental can no long ererect with sensation. For the coarse hand of deception causes more friction than tolerable diction for the smooth lubricated stroke of truth; is whats missin. So the mind becomes repeatedly forced into submission after centuries of being contorted in impregnable positions. The feeling is that of being locked in an hallucinogenic prison that only appears when the mind is conflicted. Our yearning for knowledge, the burning addiction born into bondage.. the eternal affliction. For time is so twisted for in this condition.. there's no judge, no conviction, there's no one forgiven and the truth never shines through except for an instant.. between the motionless sickness and the times of cerebral impotence revisited. My conjugal visits come in the form of a spiritual mistress, who from a distant arouses my wisdom.. caresses my soul as I slowly jerk the mental fantasizing of knowledge I'm wishing to hold. Those fabricated brainwaves begin to erode the virginal shores of my mind, for it knows by massaging my templates.. just enough.. subtly erupt through the masturbation of my mind, words beginning to come, ejaculation so divine. The truth continues to come, allows me to exodus. The deficit of spiritual funds, as my virility comes the instability of words that follow are none. Irrigated by way of these phonetical floods transmitting through my veins , innoculating my blood. No longer are the equations equaling none, no longer considered equivocally dumb. No longer walking through the slums of world without sun.. through the masturbation of my mind.. the truth finally comes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daillestmattyg Posted September 2 Report Share Posted September 2 yo that rhyme was fkin dope you fkin ittttt good shytmatt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted September 3 Report Share Posted September 3 Originally posted by happykittn Fragmented thoughts, immobilized walks through a polarized mindframe. When I say fragmented I mean thoughts incomplete, only sporadically speaking.. as the mental facetiously be creeping. Unbalanced subliminal malnutritioned thinking habits got me fasting on weekends. Feeling nauseated during evenings from the daily bs they intravenously be feeding. Because they offer me food for thought, but I'm refusing to eat it. On a starvation diet til the plantation of my mind becomes soil and seeded. Paint a thousand word picture, but the world will not see it. Cause they'd rather promote dreams as holding the keys to lifes meaning, than convincing every individual that their lives hold the keys that give their dreams meaning. False positive proof concluding, evolution is the reason for our being. Revolution of truth needed to thwart the lies disguised through what we're seeing and breathing. So I'm left immobilized walking through landmines of unsanitized mind frames. My inability in part is frustration, for my mental can no long ererect with sensation. For the coarse hand of deception causes more friction than tolerable diction for the smooth lubricated stroke of truth; is whats missin. So the mind becomes repeatedly forced into submission after centuries of being contorted in impregnable positions. The feeling is that of being locked in an hallucinogenic prison that only appears when the mind is conflicted. Our yearning for knowledge, the burning addiction born into bondage.. the eternal affliction. For time is so twisted for in this condition.. there's no judge, no conviction, there's no one forgiven and the truth never shines through except for an instant.. between the motionless sickness and the times of cerebral impotence revisited. My conjugal visits come in the form of a spiritual mistress, who from a distant arouses my wisdom.. caresses my soul as I slowly jerk the mental fantasizing of knowledge I'm wishing to hold. Those fabricated brainwaves begin to erode the virginal shores of my mind, for it knows by massaging my templates.. just enough.. subtly erupt through the masturbation of my mind, words beginning to come, ejaculation so divine. The truth continues to come, allows me to exodus. The deficit of spiritual funds, as my virility comes the instability of words that follow are none. Irrigated by way of these phonetical floods transmitting through my veins , innoculating my blood. No longer are the equations equaling none, no longer considered equivocally dumb. No longer walking through the slums of world without sun.. through the masturbation of my mind.. the truth finally comes. wana have kids? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
househead24 Posted September 4 Report Share Posted September 4 Originally posted by happykittn Fragmented thoughts, immobilized walks through a polarized mindframe. When I say fragmented I mean thoughts incomplete, only sporadically speaking.. as the mental facetiously be creeping. Unbalanced subliminal malnutritioned thinking habits got me fasting on weekends. Feeling nauseated during evenings from the daily bs they intravenously be feeding. Because they offer me food for thought, but I'm refusing to eat it. On a starvation diet til the plantation of my mind becomes soil and seeded. Paint a thousand word picture, but the world will not see it. Cause they'd rather promote dreams as holding the keys to lifes meaning, than convincing every individual that their lives hold the keys that give their dreams meaning. False positive proof concluding, evolution is the reason for our being. Revolution of truth needed to thwart the lies disguised through what we're seeing and breathing. So I'm left immobilized walking through landmines of unsanitized mind frames. My inability in part is frustration, for my mental can no long ererect with sensation. For the coarse hand of deception causes more friction than tolerable diction for the smooth lubricated stroke of truth; is whats missin. So the mind becomes repeatedly forced into submission after centuries of being contorted in impregnable positions. The feeling is that of being locked in an hallucinogenic prison that only appears when the mind is conflicted. Our yearning for knowledge, the burning addiction born into bondage.. the eternal affliction. For time is so twisted for in this condition.. there's no judge, no conviction, there's no one forgiven and the truth never shines through except for an instant.. between the motionless sickness and the times of cerebral impotence revisited. My conjugal visits come in the form of a spiritual mistress, who from a distant arouses my wisdom.. caresses my soul as I slowly jerk the mental fantasizing of knowledge I'm wishing to hold. Those fabricated brainwaves begin to erode the virginal shores of my mind, for it knows by massaging my templates.. just enough.. subtly erupt through the masturbation of my mind, words beginning to come, ejaculation so divine. The truth continues to come, allows me to exodus. The deficit of spiritual funds, as my virility comes the instability of words that follow are none. Irrigated by way of these phonetical floods transmitting through my veins , innoculating my blood. No longer are the equations equaling none, no longer considered equivocally dumb. No longer walking through the slums of world without sun.. through the masturbation of my mind.. the truth finally comes. This Motha fucka reminds me of Canibus....Theres kids at my school that battle every night....went to one in the lounge last night shit was like 8 Mile all over again people hyping each othewr up and shit, mad funny....my boy Jon was battlin this freshman but he ended up gettin him....The kid was spittin some ridiculous punchlines.....started his freestyle off with Fuck You, lol the kid he was battlin had a braves hat on he was like "Nigga im more brave than your fitted" i was like ohhhh...than he was sayin shit like "When i come through my wrist will make u blind, and got 3 diamonds in my ear like the Mitsubushi sign" and the last one that killed it was..."This kid knows im realer, he shot his kellog's box now he thinks he's a cereal killa" lol that was a wrap for me..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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