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[Kizito]

Nur get in here... just freetype of the top of ya dome...

Nothings for free, style or degree/
we sweating on sprees/ hustling../
to be a jagernaught, whether u jacked or not/
n*ggrs is packed to rot, in stacks/ tell me/
whose killing sprees are way bigger than Jacks?/
the ripper... my bars guarded like the Catalan's keeper/* R.Madrid
tounge dribbling, pen scribbling, i'm stiffling like Mike/
you can never cross the Jordan without payin the price/
im double as nice, troubles my price, blood is my prize/
victory is how we living our lives/
Compassion is how we living in lies/
Having friends is like swimming in lice/

[Nur]

swimming in lice so i dont drown in it/ stay afloat n ride a boat of ma sounds lyrics/
build a ship so i can fit a crowd in it/ ur eyes pop, ur visions clouded with/
jewelry and da shine of da foulest shit/ yall chasing the oil like u down spinich/
i got ma crown fitted/ one size fits all, to raise a proud village/
i dont rule above... i rule beside/ n besides, i'm not using bucks, i'm using pride/
to restore in hearts n fuel ur minds/ so turn the key, see! now you can drive/
the moon'll shine/ only if it reflects the bright side... so u decide/
cuz if u stay in darkeness you'll loose ur minds/ i choose da light, like i am loosing life/
cuz through the mic/ i live... u can choose to ride/ i stay wit an edge like a rulers sides/
u stay on edge right before your suicide/ found a home underground like da mutant type/
i use precise/ music vibez, whilst yall fuck around like true pre-life/
you look at the game and wonder 'what the fuck dey doing?!' right?/
u feel like ur best friend is being sold out like a jewlers wife/
hiphops a cash cow now, yet i'm a bull inside/ u cant milk me, so stay of ma dick please/
i often spit heat/ wit caution stuck on ma lips speach/
make yall above head underground like ostriches be/ i confess, i am guilty/
i stole ur hearts please forgive me/ but look above ma head to see where ma fist is/
and look a lil closer to see in ma fist is/ a mic and it picked me/ everytime i speak in it she lifts me/
and its nice up here so i have to bring you wit me/ so we too can hop like hip did/

[Kizito]

they hop like hips... bums.. still stuck to their moms/
beefing on milk they bring and i kill em with mum/
vocals, unspoken, sign language the bums/
their wackness beats their own selves till penises come/
who be the drum, K?, Kiz? hippies Quoran/
i trumpet my presence so these kitties cud run/
titties and rum, i pirate the oceans they run/
i violate their flow that sounds like wat kiddies cud rhyme/
then i be the one, like Jet Lee or wats after KRS/
consider this a callout i cudn't care less/
unlikely to murder me a jaggernaught precise/
fans wudnt buy ur gimmicks if naught wud e price/
i annialate the dialect of those that fire late/
l'm on the forefront of the game & they just a silhouette/

Nice one Nur.. its a killer

[Nur]

the silhouett is pencilled in/ the cigarette puffin on healthiness and fresh livin/
hooked… ignoring the death within/
the killing is dying, the living is smiling, poverty is rejected with/
understanding …it is said/ that knowledge is inner wealth/
a cigarette wont smoke a cigarette/ a thief begins his theft/
starts stealing thieves, till theres none of em left/
no one is being robbed, all possesions are possesed/
by the owners, no thief will steal from their own pocket/ the bucket kicks itself/
the bullets hover ova and sprinkle health/
pheonix ashes, to the bleeding masses/ peace is started/
as war commits suicide and ceases madness/
real life begins to bloom with things that sleep'll harvest/
come to life, as dreams are farmed n/ suddenly its easy to deal with hardness/
the rest'll falter/ we get death and monsters/ we’re left for vultures/
but like an extra life we continue, whats next to conquer?/
u stay stagnant, like mosquito infested water/
we make sure we're being heard by the deafest quarters/
to make sure we're whole again/
we were born to en/ dure… war? dust off, we were taught to sink/
but we ignore the script, and soar again/ resiliant like our citizens in port-au-prince/
its amazing cuz/ nothing can shake us up/ no Atlas, no army, not even the biggest quake of all/
This is Africa! capital 'A' of course/ hehe

[Nur]

yo the beat themselves line is funny hehe.. the one line is ill too Kiz

[Kizito]

phew.. i cant single out one line.. sick ish son!!

i see we'v gone conscious like heads at the top pompous/
you better than them promise, J never doubts Thomas/*Jesus Christ
a port-au-prince disaster, my drama just comes faster/
than Twister on caffeen, stop? never, we doubt commas/
consultations with the women say that noone can out come us/
we bring it, the out come is, they sh*tting without plumbers/
they full of it, its heresy, they claim boldness, its hair i see/*baldness
fibble cats, nibble tracks we eat em like they movie snacks/
cats full of air like implants, fakes pulling hair like Beckham/
when we declaire a steak ranch, full of beef, pulling spliff high/
Heaven aint a ghetto Prophet quit pulling metal/
Gods' got cattle on a thousand hills so all my beef is settled/
i definately damage demons, preach peace and war both/
beef and salmon, preaching sermons, full of words the world quotes/

ok.. the conscious tip u was on was nuts men..

[David Mokitimi]

full of words the world qoutes/munch low down my throat/
so infinite i dont boast/a new pro so i move slow/
brothers and i we still birthing em sin/
raping young girls in the hood and we shutting thier dreams/
so fuck it i live,for a day and escape that stray/
brothers minds is on thier belts and its some they display/
knees on the ground ask God what we probly done/
what kind of life is this,so i ask why like Jadakiss/
ignorance aint bliss,when i spit,at this life i piss/
faced to the sky palms together like a catholic nun/but a catholic im non
streets taught me right,or better yet they held me tight/
taught me right,bravery in a man is not shown by fight/
hatred is like,your left and its far from right/
food for thought on the mic,this rhymes with diet/
when i writte this rap is a cake i bake,i make no mistake/
my pad,my time i take,then i brake,my pen i take/
wordplays,punchlines similes and metaphores/
without no flaws,ingredients given too much thought/
bakes it properly like consciousness that im taught/

[Kizito]

Knock Knock?
i answer, trouble has gotten cancer/
its dying, why rape sisters when "free is the bell dancer"/
u f*ed up penetrated by faggots you concentrated on maggots/
that are making sure that your d*ck is disintergrated/
sick is the mind of the child that offends/
for his elders shall come out and pound at both ends/
now you getting the hint of how we'r elevated/
i'm freestyling proverbs like ancients are celebrated/
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wish i could spend more time freetyping properly...

i seriously didnt like your line Dave..

Nur check out the post i put in the battle forum

[Nur]

yoi jus seen it... was looking in the wrong place... dint kno there some kinda site vs site battle... hehe jus finished reading dem

[David Mokitimi]

[quote name="Kizito"]

i seriously didnt like your line Dave..
[quote]

what line lol?

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[Lyrikal.Skillz]

I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon while it's still got momentum...

Read between the lines, the truth embedded in lies
Sugarcoated words used to entice the weak minded guys
And girls all around the world
Trapped in deceit fabricated when the news mill twirls
History books scribed by liars, news skewed with bias
Transforming us from thinkers into zombies and buyers
Mass consumers oblivious to the truth all around us
Manipulated facts we keep dodging the bullsh*t surround us
They claim that they found us with cannibalist tendencies
But I wouldn't believe half of their fabricated sentences
Africans let's open our eyes, Africa arise
Sneak up on the world and take 'em by surprise

[Nur]

so the suprise is taken, as we surpass the prize/ dirt, scarz n lies/
get pushed back by ma verse, barz and rhymes/ turn back your eyes/ to see your heart inside/
to begin to remove the clouds/ take a look within so u can shine without/
take up good livin that your child will crown/ the right is bound/ to set u free from wat ties you down/
the truth does its job, so let the lies get fired now/i am proud/to have a lions sound/
full mane roaring on top of pride rocks mount/ my bride was found/ in a pile of bowels/
but i sensed through her heart/ an intense truth in art/
and i held her... till death do us part/ she glistened...
each time i talked to her she listened/ my most private stories only for her to witness/
so ma lips vent/ her ears where my gift went/ she loved them more dan the wrist gems/
diamonds were best friends to some but this girl dint dig dem/ i'd loose my head the instance/
her brows stay crossed and my words couldnt lift them/
its me Scheherazade, jus put King in the Queens spot/ She is Shahryār the Queen that didnt seek love/
but i gave it to her, i had to speak of/ these words to save my life, without them my life wouldnt mean much/
her real name is Emai Sii, she is what i dreamed of/ all i'm doing is talking to her to help her breed love/
If you happen to over hear dis conversation just kno its the words from the eavesdrop/

[Kizito]

Love, as it expanded, the hipocrites had disbanded/
i chased the hate like a bandit, i gave my heart it rebranded/ to life
shout out to Nur and his letter to wife/
you live once so theres no later true life/
except for with God, Christ and the spirit/
its elevation we feel it, the celebration the cealing/
is reached we hug it we breathing/
the life we've always been dreaming/
its true, i roll with heaven so these angels my crew/
drunk on The Ghost so The Word is my brew/
i wish you'd pardon the dude/
he's kinda off so i'm beefing for stew/
look at Eves drop and what its doing to you/*eavesdrop
Gossip, fruits of a heathen bringing death and its true/
I both freestyled and brought the gospel to you/

Skills yo'll welcome.. you brought it hard dude!
Nur respond to the call out.. if you want in you welcome too Skills.. check out the battle callout forum and look for the call out with many names. check in there.

[David Mokitimi]

i too freestyled and brought the gospel to you/
Jah's right hand man,the god's spell to the youth/
revive the timids,thats what im proud gonna do/
wrecking Havoc at twenty,a Prodigy to the fools/
chubby running niggers on tracks and pushing them through/
like water still gospel to you,if i be lying i'd be Blu/
Africa has risen true heads im spitting to you/
rapping sharp coz im proving a point,and intense as the truth/

[mimic truce]

ill bomb hardest, make ya'll look like twice hit heroshima carcus
ima torch farmers, mimics an animal pissed off my piss aint turned into import coronas.
so since when hiphop had subsidiary genres, im raw rap to kiz or nurs wank banging on irritate groins
you bitches could be top ranking with ulcers, they way ill burn directly on ulcers
AHH licked my dick so long they suprised that it dont look like an al-bi-noes inclose up
N...im the reason your text quote commas, text case get case closed bolded shut
i got weed for a woozy snuff, for nose bleeds get oozied up, either way im self proclaimed illegal drug
i beat on thugs, sleep for months till the next season my record get played n i king more funds
your cheeks turn beat on drums, bitch lift your thumbs like you hitch hiking, im a rider that tow more guns
show respect, my thick dick fit n blow in your neck bitch you illeterate to illustrate indifference

[Kizito]

its not a battle Mimic.. & screw you too!

[mimic truce]

haha. its not a battle.just free expression. infact ill find a thread for it. and call it battle challenge. just to see if it really has that effect.haha

[Rus-tla]

Jgugle* Tehse Wrdos(balls) Im Turning Rappers to clowns*/
Selling heat to the maximum - allowing no Discounts/
If I aint King* Hip Hop's a Democratic Community/
Comrade President Commander In Chief Rus-tla foes die horrifically/
Ahem ...Ahem..Yall STAY-WITH-ME
Make yall keep digging* my flows like grave yards in Haiti/
I trap dudes in an Alley (Ali), Then swing like Mohammad/
My lines are murderous- ban me, or these boards will stay haunted/
I’m possessed with the lyrical demon- In my eyes aint no brave-men/
So Watch me Murder the Mic* like a Plastic Surgeon/ (Jackson)
Then When I Move to the Next Mic* I turn to Hollyfield/ (Tyson)
Then Do a Dunk Contest with the third Mic* yer I’m Dominic Wilkins/ (Jordan)
Then leave the other two Mics For these lousy prewrittens/

[Nur]

da dude dat ends hiz verses wit r-a k-a/
automatic word slinger like a verbal A.K./
da only difference is clips are finite/ i wait for a fine night/
and spit 16’s for each star in da sky light/
dark night as I extinguish all in da skyz dat shine bright/
den commence on da comets, and keep my pants up by buckling orions belt/
silenced da wolfs as I eclipsed da full moon had to qiuet dem/
there had to be silence cuz da Lions slept/
deployed da verbal androids to smash all da astriods/
what I got on ma tongue is fresh but far from an altoids/
I got da galaxy askin me to relax ma heat/
so I spit da cold storm n let da planets asses freeze/
da universe is me/ from da verse we speak/
I sh!t in da black hole n don’t flush it I just let it surf n peace/
damn its already morning, but da sun waz still immersed n deep/
in hiding, for it dint wanna be a victim n let ma words depleat/ it,
so night lasted forever and I stayed spittin for eternity/ sh!t
ma punishment huh, but dis curse waz forseen I feel/ bliss
for my gift was indeed/ dis