POST YA FLOWS

Unread post by **BxxMILITIA** » July 7th, 2007, 12:31 am

Wipe me down......ima wipe u out...4 the 100th time.......

This fake niggas so concerned with dissin/
But ya shit don't make sense, this lil slob nigga must be kiddin/
This aint a battle, looks more like a whippin/
I'm spittin flames that's 2 hot 4 ya kitchin/
My question is, who gave u permission/
2 diss a nigga way out of ya league/
Ya rhymes r all fictionized n ya bars r fatigued/
U need help lil nigga, I could help u with that/
My bars is so hot ill prolly be meltin ya cap/
I'm just spittin it 4 fun, I already tasted victory/
U say u better than me but ya claim is just a mystery/
u neva had a chance, at first glance at ya rhymes/
I knew ya lines were full of shit and u aint never touched a nine/
U aint never sold a dime, you's a strait net banger/
Kill u like saddam, ill leave this pussy hung like a hanger/
I be droppin bombs, u just can't stop them/
Like jordanz man u jus couldnt cop them/
Ya boy BX u jus couldn't knock him/
So stop hatin'/ you say u blood? Ill leave u worse than menstruation/
This aint ya mothafu*kin playstation/
if u think u nice, u probly got the wrong indications/
Ur just another random imitation/
So bow down, ill hit u up like 2 pac/
U mad kuz BX is gettin props n u not/
Bitch ur jus another fruit box/
This snitch nigga done prolly got his cew knocked/
Ur just another internet pussy, this nigga better find a new spot....

Don't say shit, jus rhyme.....

Unread post by **BxxMILITIA** » July 7th, 2007, 12:38 am

After this battle, its a done deal....

Unread post by **rustone** » July 7th, 2007, 7:47 am

LOL

U SUCK
GET OUT OF HERE with that SHIT

Unread post by **Young Deuce** » July 7th, 2007, 8:18 am

BxxMILITIA wrote:Wipe me down......ima wipe u out...4 the 100th time.......

This fake niggas so concerned with dissin/
But ya shit don't make sense, this lil slob nigga must be kiddin/
This aint a battle, looks more like a whippin/
I'm spittin flames that's 2 hot 4 ya kitchin/
My question is, who gave u permission/
2 diss a nigga way out of ya league/
Ya rhymes r all fictionized n ya bars r fatigued/
U need help lil nigga, I could help u with that/
My bars is so hot ill prolly be meltin ya cap/
I'm just spittin it 4 fun, I already tasted victory/
U say u better than me but ya claim is just a mystery/
u neva had a chance, at first glance at ya rhymes/
I knew ya lines were full of shit and u aint never touched a nine/
U aint never sold a dime, you's a strait net banger/
Kill u like saddam, ill leave this pussy hung like a hanger/
I be droppin bombs, u just can't stop them/
Like jordanz man u jus couldnt cop them/
Ya boy BX u jus couldn't knock him/
So stop hatin'/ you say u blood? Ill leave u worse than menstruation/
This aint ya mothafu*kin playstation/
if u think u nice, u probly got the wrong indications/
Ur just another random imitation/
So bow down, ill hit u up like 2 pac/
U mad kuz BX is gettin props n u not/
Bitch ur jus another fruit box/
This snitch nigga done prolly got his cew knocked/
Ur just another internet pussy, this nigga better find a new spot....

Don't say shit, jus rhyme.....

thats wuzz on point but u aint have ta say the lob word man....

Unread post by **rustone** » July 7th, 2007, 12:13 pm

I allrdy told box

So respondin to him IRRELVANT

Ok nick cannon?

Unread post by **Lonewolf** » July 7th, 2007, 4:52 pm

Ey fools . . . I know some of you already read this one from mine . . .
But honest opinion(s) . . . weak or what?

v v v v

BLAST FROM THE PAST!

By Lonewolf

CREASED UP TRAMOS
FOLDED UP RAGS
SPIT SHINED CALCOS
LOADED UP MAGS

WEAPONS IN POSSESSION
GLOCKS, 38's, AK's AND TEC-9's
TROUBLE MAKERS AT THE SPOT
A WILD AND CRAZY BUNCH

HOLDING UP THE DANGER ZONE
PROTECTING SACRED GROUNDS
OUTSIDERS KEEP OUT

WICKED MINDS, EVIL EYES
ASSESING THE TREATH LEVEL
24/7/365

MONITORING TRAFFIC
CONTROLANDO
STAYING TRUCHA WACHANDO

NO SLACKING WHILE ON DUTY

TRAMANDO MOVIDAS
THINKING UP A SCORE
STAYING TRUE TO THE VENENO
TAKING UP THEM MEDS

JUICED UP, KOOLED OUT
WHACKED UP, SPACED OUT
ON CLOUD 9
LIVING ON STOLEN TIME

WASTED DAYS, WASTED LIVES
SUICIDAL TENDENCIES
DANGEROUS MINDS

HUNTERS AND PREDATORS
GOING TRIBAL
STAKING CLAIM
NOTORIOUS IN THE MAKING

BROWN SOULS ON FIRE
MAJESTICS OF THE DARK
TRIPPIN OUT UNDER THE STARS

WASTING BRAIN CELLS
CHUGGIN DOWN CAHUAMAS
BURNING UP THE GRASS

BUZZING AND SPINNING

STONED FACES
HAPPY FACES
DROOPY FACES
ROOKIE FACES
HARD FACES
SERIO FACES

GOLDEN GLOVES
RECORD HOLDERS
PRO’S AND AMATEURS

WISE OWLS
MUSICIANS
ATHLETES
STREET ARTISTS
WEAPONS SPECIALISTS

YOUNG AND OLDER

NOBLE SAVAGES

GUERRILLA CITY
EQUAL OPPORTUNITY EMPLOYER

NATURAL BORN CRITICS
TALKING SMACK
TELLING TALL TALES
TALES FROM LA PINTA
TALES FROM THE LIFE

STORIES OF BRAVERY
ESTABLISHING RANK
CASE SHARING
NOTE COMPARING

RUNNING IT DOWN
PLAYING IT COOL
TALES FROM THE HOOD

SOCIALIZING

OUTDOOR LIFE

HOLDING DOWN THE FORT
HOLDING UP THE WALL
STRIKING UP THE POSE

CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

WIZARDS, VILLAINS,
SPOOKS AND SHADOWS
ASSOCIATES IN CRIME

THROWING ON THE GLOVES
FIGHT NIGHT ON THE BLOCK

DUMPING DOWN ON RECRUITS
SIZING UP
MEASURING UP
MAN UP, STAND UP

JUNGLE LIVIN’
LIVING IN THE WILD
LEARNING UP THE LAW
CONCRETE JUNGLE LAW

NO ESCAPE, NO WAY OUT
HOLD STRONG

TIME'S UP

TAKE UP THE COLLECTION
WHO’S MAKING THE RUN

MORE PISTO, MAS DROGA
ALL DUSTED UP

BRAIN TWISTER
MIND LAPSE
PAUSE AND RE-PLAY
GO BACK AND REWIND

INTO THE SPIN ZONE
DOWN A SPIRAL
TUMBLING DOWN

WALK AT YOUR OWN RISK
CRASHING INTO HOMIES
RAINING PISS ON THE TREE

HUNCH UP ON THE LAMP POST
EMPTYING UP LAS TRIPAS
TAKING UP A CURB SEAT

ON A THIN LINE
BUT NO SURRENDER

LOSEN UP ON THE MIND
TUNE UP THE POSTURE

ANTE UP
CRANK IT UP
WIRE UP SUM
COME BACK TO LIFE

EVIL IS BACK
THE DREAD IS GONE

CRACK UP ON THEM JOKES
THE LAFFS ARE ON YOU

DRINK UP MORE CAGADA
BUMP UP THE TUNES

START UP WITH THE TARGET PRACTICE
STREET LAMPS ARE OUT

DROP DRILL PRACTICE
STRANGE HEADLIGHTS AROUND

SIZE UP THE VISIT
HOLD UP ON THE BLAST

VISITORS LOOK FINE

VAMPIRAS Y MOMIAS
FREAKS OF THE NIGHT

LAS MORRAS ARE SPICED
BRINGING DOWN THE INVITE
LOOKING FOR BALLERS
GAME TIME FOR SUM

WORD COMES FROM THE WICKED
STRAP DOWN AND HEAT UP
CHUMP BUSTING TIME

STRIPE EARNERS
THRILL SEEKERS
JUMP INTO THE RIDE

WAR WAGON IN MOTION
RIDING SHOTGUN ON THE FRONT
CRUSIN' ALONG IN THE CHARIOT MOBILE
RUFF RIDING THE STREETS OF HELL

GRIMMY GRAFITTI COVERED WALLS GO BY
PAST BROKEN WINDOWS WITH IRON BARS
PAST SIGN COVERED LIQUOR STORE FRONTS

CRUSIN' WITH THE SOUNDS
SINISTER SIDE ON THE LOOKOUT
ON A MISSION FROM THE SOUTH SIDE
CRUSIN' DOWN TO FIND SUM

PLACAS ON THE PROWL
STROBE LIGHTS RACE BY
STREET JUSTICE LEAGUE
4 TO A RIDE
BACK UP IN THE SKY

JUST ANOTHER SUMMER NITE

TWIST AND TURNS TO AVOID
ADVENTURE AND STATUS ON HOLD

THE HOMEGIRLS PAD IS WHERE WE LAND
COWBOYS AND GIRLS MIXING IT UP

FRESHEN UP THE SPIT

FIRME MUSIC STARTS FLOWING
FEMALES WANNA DANCE

SHADOW DANCING
VATOS GRABBING ASS

BODIES IN MOTION
TIME TO PAIR UP

PINCHING CHICHIS
FINGER BANGING
DROPPING CHONES
POPPING CHERRIES

BACK SEAT BUMPING
TEARING UP THE BUSH
TAKE HER TO THE SHACK
TO FINISH OUT THE NIGHT

ECHANDO MAS PALO
TALES FROM LA CAMA
TALES FROM THE GANG
BIG TIME GANGSTER TIMES

A BLAST FROM THE PAST!

. . . .

I know I know, don't quit my job just yet - right?

Unread post by **Young Deuce** » July 7th, 2007, 6:12 pm

to mean it dont seem like u wuzz rappin nut u was doin some type of hood poetry....but the shit aint weak....got good storytellin.....

Unread post by **Young Deuce** » July 7th, 2007, 6:14 pm

Young Deuce wrote:to mean it dont seem like u wuzz rappin nut u was doin some type of hood poetry....but the shit aint weak....got good storytellin.....

i mean but...

Unread post by **rustone** » July 7th, 2007, 9:17 pm

BxxMILITIA wrote:Wipe me down......ima wipe u out...4 the 100th time.......

This fake niggas so concerned with dissin/
But ya shit don't make sense, this lil slob nigga must be kiddin/ LOL
This aint a battle, looks more like a whippin/
I'm spittin flames that's 2 hot 4 ya kitchin/
My question is, who gave u permission/
2 diss a nigga way out of ya league/
Ya rhymes r all fictionized n ya bars r fatigued/
U need help lil nigga, I could help u with that/
My bars is so hot ill prolly be meltin ya cap/
I'm just spittin it 4 fun, I already tasted victory/
U say u better than me but ya claim is just a mystery/
u neva had a chance, at first glance at ya rhymes/
I knew ya lines were full of shit and u aint never touched a nine/
U aint never sold a dime, you's a strait net banger/
Kill u like saddam, ill leave this pussy hung like a hanger/
I be droppin bombs, u just can't stop them/
Like jordanz man u jus couldnt cop them/ ohhhhhhhhhhh!
Ya boy BX u jus couldn't knock him/
So stop hatin'/ you say u blood? Ill leave u worse than menstruation/
This aint ya mothafu*kin playstation/
if u think u nice, u probly got the wrong indications/
Ur just another random imitation/
So bow down, ill hit u up like 2 pac/
U mad kuz BX is gettin props n u not/
Bitch ur jus another fruit box/
This snitch nigga done prolly got his cew knocked/
Ur just another internet pussy, this nigga better find a new spot.... BEST LINE??
Don't say shit, jus rhyme.....

THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO YO SORRY AS NICK CANNON FLOW

GET EM

Yea, im bout to set dis bitch off like a car alarm/
full waves, fuck braids , red lacoste on/
spit a hot 16 till ma tounge gone,
n yall niggaz dont have to crown shit kuz im on the thrown/
jus look how ma son got ma genes like a chromosome/
N dis shit komin str8 off the top of ma chrome dome
call some magazine hoes n get some KING DOME/
dis shits ma KINGDOM, box is ma SEE MON, i flow like a prisoner..NO FREEDOM/
Nigga were the wolves? time to unleashe them, pussy boy box run around with a jay leno chin/
jus peep how dis nigga jus a ACT like HUCK FIN/
FUCK HIM, i jus laugh at dis nigga box to get under his skin/
he cannot rap, i jus play him like a accordian/
post ma flow make him import-ant, im not his father.. no he's jus a orphan/
stone m0rksman, man i jus pickem off/
box tryna go hard.. but he's so soft/
kompare me to cocaine bekause im so raw,
i jus like givin niggas headaches call me TYLONAL/
make a challenge jus get slaughtered call me ORANGATHUAL,
for slow niggas dats OJAY, he played FOOTBALL/

im sick im done
BOx u stink
these pics is syMbolic of ur career n wat
can happen wen fuck with the kid
brout to u courtesy of the LOWBOTTOMS

I OWN YOU

I OWN U FAGGOT

AFTER DIS SHIT JUS DIG A WHOLE N BURY YOSELF
JUS MAKE SURE U TAKE PICS BEFORE U DO N POST ON STREETGANGS.COM

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Unread post by **Young Deuce** » July 7th, 2007, 9:47 pm

bspg wrote: THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO YO SORRY AS NICK CANNON FLOW

GET EM

Yea, im bout to set dis bitch off like a car alarm/
full waves, fu-- braids , red lacoste on/
spit a hot 16 till ma tounge gone,
n yall niggaz dont have to crown shit kuz im on the thrown/
jus look how ma son got ma genes like a chromosome/
N dis shit komin str8 off the top of ma chrome dome
call some magazine hoes n get some KING DOME/
dis shits ma KINGDOM, box is ma SEE MON, i flow like a prisoner..NO FREEDOM/
Nigga were the wolves? time to unleashe them, pussy boy box run around with a jay leno chin/
jus peep how dis nigga jus a ACT like HUCK FIN/
fu-- HIM, i jus laugh at dis nigga box to get under his skin/
he cannot rap, i jus play him like a accordian/
post ma flow make him import-ant, im not his father.. no he's jus a orphan/
stone m0rksman, man i jus pickem off/
box tryna go hard.. but he's so soft/
kompare me to cocaine bekause im so raw,
i jus like givin niggas headaches call me TYLONAL/
make a challenge jus get slaughtered call me ORANGATHUAL,
for slow niggas dats OJAY, he played FOOTBALL/

im sick im done
BOx u stink
these pics is syMbolic of ur career n wat
can happen wen fu-- with the kid
brout to u courtesy of the LOWBOTTOMS

I OWN YOU

I OWN U FAGGOT

AFTER DIS SHIT JUS DIG A WHOLE N BURY YOSELF
JUS MAKE SURE U TAKE PICS BEFORE U DO N POST ON STREETGANGS.COM

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damn my nigga heated up...but that line i highlighted aint make since......but that shit is a tie ta me....i dont kno....niggaz striaght came with it...but yall took that shit too personal...

Unread post by **rustone** » July 8th, 2007, 5:06 pm

i know
i got OVERZEALOUS

i was GRAND SLAMMIN his ass too much man

he gahbage

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 8th, 2007, 9:28 pm

BxxMILITIA wrote:I wanna kno wut niggaz hoods is like, this is mine....

Loud cars, crowded streets, niggas post on every corner/
D's patrollin on my block, u smell the scent of marijuana/
Out here we smoke in dutches, white owls n them phillies/
Its the bronx, n out here we down 2 smack a nigga silly/
Got bodegas everywhere n the graffitis even worse/
If u an out of towner lady then u better tuck ya purse/
These streets r the worst, u kno its 1st come n 1st serve/
And u could find a nice selection, we got every type of herb/
We got piff, we call it haze, the shit would have u in a daze/
We got that sour, arizona and that stanky koosh 2 blaze/
It aint like cali bud, kuz out here it get crazy brick/
Regardless of the climate fam, my hood be on sum crazy shit/
We have baddest hoes, I'm talkin bout titties n fat asses/
Smackin b1tches in they ass but they don't see it as harassment/
They just keep it movin, but these coppers they be abusin/
2 protect n 2 serve? These motha fu*kas r confusin'/
They excuse is, they say a nigga match a crooks description/
Trynna pat the homiez down n hit a nigga with convictions/
If it aint racial profilin', then I just don't kno wat 2 call it/
Niggaz think new york is soft kuz jim jones came out with ballin'/
But he's representin harlem, bitch I represent the X/
We movin krills n makin bills, and got that extasy 4 less/
U role threw huntspoint, and you'll see the mecca of prostitution/
My hood got its own rules, the money makin constitution/
Now I gave ya'll a description of my everyday life/
But I aint done, for me 2 finish ima have 2 spit it twice/
But 4 now, man ima pass it 2 the left like like a ganja stick/
Ill role threw pioneers hood in the bay while in my honda whip....

This is hot topic, keep it goin....

man.........I hope u come with that thumpa on ya hip
yea....out here in the bay we on some monsta shit
king kong...godzilla........I don't kno none reallah
leave home...no grillah?.... I don't kno one nigga

go figga...its grimey as fuckk in San Francisco
avoid oreo's.... in my hood nigga,.. we ban Nabisco
we stay pullin cards..... our streets smell like piss
we be pullin like guards pop the shot we don't miss

we don't trip when a nigga try n pop at our chick
shit...if ya mouf piece strong.... peace.... be gon bitch
fuck a maybach benz...niggaz out here rollin scraperz
on dem big ass rims...niggaz out here foldin paper

loadin kayderz ........in our streets extortion iz major
ah hater make it pass birth... he gettin aborted later
ah Sf Giant...like kobe bryant goin fo the shot
leave a nigga in shock aye shox tell us Watts Watt

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 9th, 2007, 2:23 am

yo-b started off skinny but got big from kreatine
plus im spittin flames like fire mixed with kerosine
kredibility b stacked high like skyskrapers
got niggas wanted 2 read my artikles like newspapers
yall surrounded by the blindness of jewelries and rims 2 see me attackin
im approaching u with ur own skills that u was lackin
personally im like the mastermind of this whole mindstate
got my lyriks flowing all threw ur fuckin tri state
when it gets smokey in side just hop on onto the fire eskape
and ima b on there 2 throw ur punkass down onto a dry plase
u aint use 2 anyshit like this ill make mashedies replase ur ribs
pistol whipp u and bust shots at ur fuckin hips
we neva let a nigga thats a pussy mothafuckin slide around here
we just leavem around and kidnapp they kids from the highchair
car keys in the whipp that u was in but now im driving it
smokin on blunts and gettin high even tho im tryin 2 quite

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 9th, 2007, 10:27 am

Unread post by **rustone** » July 9th, 2007, 9:02 pm

YO-B wrote:yo-b started off skinny but got big from kreatine
plus im spittin flames like fire mixed with kerosine
kredibility b stacked high like skyskrapers
got niggas wanted 2 read my artikles like newspapers
yall surrounded by the blindness of jewelries and rims 2 see me attackin
im approaching u with ur own skills that u was lackin
personally im like the mastermind of this whole mindstate
got my lyriks flowing all threw ur fuckin tri state
when it gets smokey in side just hop on onto the fire eskape
and ima b on there 2 throw ur punkass down onto a dry plase
u aint use 2 anyshit like this ill make mashedies replase ur ribs
pistol whipp u and bust shots at ur fuckin hips
we neva let a nigga thats a pussy mothafuckin slide around here
we just leavem around and kidnapp they kids from the highchair
car keys in the whipp that u was in but now im driving it
smokin on blunts and gettin high even tho im tryin 2 quite

this shit is at least 5x better than anything box would POST.. good job ma nigga

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 9th, 2007, 9:41 pm

thanks ma nigga.. yeah u know thats how i gotta do it

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 3:41 pm

nigga goin against me....dats mighty brave of him
soon u gon see....that ain't nobody savin'em
off the top .... ah nigga is quick witted
main reason why ......ah nigga is sic with it

unda the fitted.......is ah bunch of loose screws
I ain't got no sense but I holdin the right tools
similar to frankenstien cuz I'm goin dumb on dudes
and I'm pinchin erry penny....goin numb like scrooge

cash on cruise livin life like hakuna matata
my gyrl in the finer things like gucci and prada
I hustle hard brotha.....fa the luchi I gotta
go hard...cuz a nigga thrived a long time with nada

I'm from the bottom I deal with stuff like a vigilante.
its the only way I kno...... ta betta my predicament.
ain't nobody gon' give me stuff...I'm my own man
so I do what I do best take life inta my own hands

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 3:46 pm

the_Pioneer wrote:nigga goin against me....dats mighty brave of him
soon u gon see....that ain't nobody savin'em
off the top .... ah nigga is quick witted
main reason why ......ah nigga is sic with it

unda the fitted.......is ah bunch of loose screws
I ain't got no sense but I holdin the right tools
similar to frankenstien because I'm goin dumb on dudes
and I'm pinchin erry penny....goin numb like scrooge

cash on cruise livin life like hakuna matata
my gyrl in the finer things like gucci and prada
I hustle hard brotha.....fa the luchi I gotta
go hard...because a nigga thrived a long time with nada

I'm from the bottom I deal with shyt like a vigilante.
its the only way I kno...... ta betta my predicament.
ain't nobody gon' give me shyt...I'm my own man
so I do what I do best take life inta my own hands

editted my SHYT cuz of the site.....

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 10th, 2007, 4:38 pm

AYO PIONEER, HOW ABOUT ME AND U 16 BARS, 1 ROUND,,, ONE MORE TIME.. JUST LIKE the OLD DAYS, REMEMBER

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 7:15 pm

YO-B wrote:AYO PIONEER, HOW ABOUT ME AND U 16 BARS, 1 ROUND,,, ONE MORE TIME.. JUST LIKE the OLD DAYS, REMEMBER

aight well.............who gon' touch bases first

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 10th, 2007, 8:22 pm

U 1ST,,,

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 9:00 pm

aye...I got the game on ball and chain
my flow like circuits full of energy mayne
Yo-b u my nigga but don't think u can't get done
I'm on that highlander shyt there could be only one

and I'm controllin it son...so just chill and sit back
come on Yo-b compared to mine.... ya shyts wack
consider my flow lethal, chico cause my shyts crack
the st. nick of the game cause I got the gift wrapped

and ta spit raps .... easy.... that shit is second nature
my rhymes been outtaline since the era of the pager
yes u can bet that dis guy ah.............. front pager
u gon' admit defeat then turn around and front later

my design is inclined the kid ain't gotta be signed
my mind print punchlines dis battle gotta be mine
ya outta ya mind......... if say that I ain't hot man
and u stand ah chance..man..I"ll be GOT DAMNED

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 10:08 pm

it don't take ah prophet to see that I'm makin progress
and profits so big that shyt don't even fit in my wallets
I'm ah rap-a-holic .... fuckk whateva u wanna call it.
the judge is here and I'm smashin down my mallot

I'm the wildest and dis rap shyt is my domain
spit is untamed...I'm insane its like I got no brain
my words got no aim........dey touchin errybody
pockets absorb cash dats why dey lookin all soggy

wise like Mr. Meiyagi dats why I'm gamin danielsons
and u can't escape ain't no changin the channel son
prove myself in battle son my lyrics dismantle'em
cuz I come up with spyt faster then Rambo's gun

I rocks heavy............ just like dem metal bands
and the rocks heavy mounted in that metal band
get on my level then....if you really want drama
see if I don't eat u alive like hungry pirahnas

Unread post by **Tha_Pioneer** » July 10th, 2007, 10:09 pm

it don't take ah prophet to see that I'm makin progress
and profits so big that shyt don't even fit in my wallets
I'm ah rap-a-holic .... fuckk whateva u wanna call it.
the judge is here and I'm smashin down my mallot

I'm the wildest and dis rap shyt is my domain
spit is untamed...I'm insane its like I got no brain
my words got no aim........dey touchin errybody
pockets absorb cash dats why dey lookin all soggy

wise like Mr. Meiyagi dats why I'm gamin danielsons
and u can't escape ain't no changin the channel son
prove myself in battle son my lyrics dismantle'em
cuz I come up with spyt faster then Rambo's gun

I rocks heavy............ just like dem metal bands
and the rocks heavy mounted in that metal band
get on my level then....if you really want drama
see if I don't eat u alive like hungry pirahnas

Unread post by **YO-B** » July 11th, 2007, 12:24 am

pioneer first rapped it seemed like he had a toy gun so its no tellin who he gon shoot
ur disturben the fred flinston of the rap game so all h3ll is about 2 break loose
ima grown man that smokes and u get drunk off of sprite like if its grey goose
my skills can run around ur 2nd grade lyriks twice 125 mph with timberland boots
ill leave ur body in the gutter with preechers and ur family standin ova u bitchen
i am hell N wat makes u think u can take me on if u kant even stand the heat n the kitchen
i find pioneer guilty so all that left for u is 2 meet ur maker
after i treat u like my son and beat u until ur chest is shakin like a salt shaker
kill u and drag u from the bumber of my fuckin navigator
the heat i spit will leave u meltin like laffy taffy kandy on a fuckin radiator
the slugs is up in you like black people in washington d.c. in the greyhound station
u want my title than u gon have 2 wait for it like people @ walmart watin 4 the playstion
and i can sense that the determine 2 get rid of me is in u deeper than a splinter
and i got sons so even if i die u should just say that i got kopies of me just like a printer
im history in the makin u just patienly waitin
so in the mean time just prepare for ur death N just tell ur family that ur goin on vakation
u aint seen nothin yet bekause my style is much more komplex
i even got gurls suckin my dick that i aint seen yet
i got plases 2 b and the only plase u got 2 b is where u was and thats with the losers
so while the winners drive around N the hummers than u just ride around N them skooters
bekause if pioneer think that u can defeat me N battle than that doesnt make sinse
and ur just puttin on a show now watch me kancel it just like fresh prince
ayo im great watch me make blood outta wine
keep playin with me the slugs is gona kome N u gonna have mail like amerika online
my techniques in style is supernatural like gravity
my sharp skills will leave ur hand chopped of like the hand from the adams family
my thoughts in the rapgame is simular like the gza
N u kant get rid of me so ima make my signiture bubble on ur flesh just like a blista
and ohh word so ima b defeated and still frontin
so was i frontN about ur bitch when i was between her legs N her pussi start kummin
like jadakiss said she kant have a baby outta her neck
even if my dick was in her troaght shootin rounds like a tekh
heres a tip b4 u eva accept of challenge from yo-b prepare 4 ur limbs 2 seperate
and look for a empty korner 2 sit in while u die from starvination from the disgrase

Unread post by **perongregory** » July 11th, 2007, 1:05 am

^^^damn nigga can you at least give us the beat you was listening to, cuz I cant follow that flow at all even on some acapella type shti.

Unread post by **pistolslanga** » July 11th, 2007, 1:07 am

mayne its like this
i bust my super soaker at them punk bustas across the street
with my eyes open
killa.

yeah mayne, i get a lil funky in the lab n shit, fools say i spit hot fire, but i be busy n shit n got fools dyin waitin for my hot fire lyrics.

Unread post by **rustone** » July 11th, 2007, 10:11 am

LOL

weres BOX
he got his whole world fucked up
with his sorry ass

Unread post by **BxxMILITIA** » July 11th, 2007, 12:57 pm

Damn nigga, I'm down 2 my last strand of nuthairs, u need 2 stop swingin on my nutz, get sum pussy, and learn how 2 distinguish good lyrics from bad ones....I'm startin 2 think u got a 2nd grade net crush on me, but I don't fu*k drag queens, u big gay g unit booty bandit.....

Unread post by **BxxMILITIA** » July 11th, 2007, 1:41 pm

Bspgay, get away, ur fu*kin up a niggaz swag/
I got this rap shit in a bag, ur known as 50's lil fag/
U makin alter egos on the net, u aint a street nigga/
u a stay at home n go 2 sleep lil sweet nigga/
Ill spit in ya moms face n make this lil nigga watch/
U aint fu*kin with me, this nerd better turn it up a notch/
I can't believe u still here, wut the fu*k is goin on?
I aint neva lose a battle on this site n goin strong/
When deuce said it was a tie, like biggie's song he's dead wrong/
How could I be compared 2 niggaz rockin g unit thongs???
Fellas lets be 4 real, I ate this nigga like a meal/
U irritate me, in the streets I would of got this nigga peeled/
And if I'm nick cannon, ima call u bill o reiley/
I'm luda, n ur a hater, I don't care if u don't like me/
U just mad kuz I'm the shit n got the rhymes n bars 2 match it/
Bspgay couldn't spit heat even if he had a ratchet.....

Just rhyme, n stop talkin shit u internet pranksta....

Unread post by **Young Deuce** » July 11th, 2007, 2:29 pm

BxxMILITIA wrote:

Bspgay, get away, ur fu*kin up a niggaz swag/
I got this rap shit in a bag, ur known as 50's lil fag/
U makin alter egos on the net, u aint a street nigga/
u a stay at home n go 2 sleep lil sweet nigga/
Ill spit in ya moms face n make this lil nigga watch/
U aint fu*kin with me, this nerd better turn it up a notch/
I can't believe u still here, wut the fu*k is goin on?
I aint neva lose a battle on this site n goin strong/
When deuce said it was a tie, like biggie's song he's dead wrong/
How could I be compared 2 niggaz rockin g unit thongs???
Fellas lets be 4 real, I ate this nigga like a meal/
U irritate me, in the streets I would of got this nigga peeled/
And if I'm nick cannon, ima call u bill o reiley/
I'm luda, n ur a hater, I don't care if u don't like me/
U just mad kuz I'm the shit n got the rhymes n bars 2 match it/
Bspgay couldn't spit heat even if he had a ratchet.....

Just rhyme, n stop talkin shit u internet pranksta....

nigga i meant them last 16 was a tie the otha ones u was gettin em.....and who all have u battled?????i dont think u battled me kuz i wood rememba......

Unread post by **GOODFELLA** » July 11th, 2007, 6:23 pm

he battled me but i do not admit defeat.....