Sit back and listen to my version ether
I see all ya’ll rapers wither
So you fake it like x-convicts and join the churches/
cause my whole purpose is to get on this board and curse it
to me your not a challenge this rhyming shit u gotta rehearse it/
the only way for me to read it is if u delete it and re-write it in cursive/
a few more genes from ur mother and u and the bitch could compete for clowns at the ringling brother circus/
u need the evil out of u nigga so ama aid u by carving a cross on ur 4 head like hats of nurses/
i compare u to jay-z waiting for nas to respond cause u mad nervous/
gulp the demonic worked on chicken blood/
like when u pretend to be an alcoholic and shug/
pocessed with which craft/
now ride the broom stick before u get bitch slapped/
you pussy ass niggaz better switch fast/
or ill leave ur abdomen open using moves of zoro moving the sword in zick-zacks/
dont front i get lit fast/
and having big balls aint nuttin witout my dicks mass/
u coward niggas get split last/
cause i got niggas in line before u that wonna see the four-fifth blast/
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I wanna battle all y'all
Started by Guest, Nov 23 2002 04:51 AM
20 replies to this topic
#2 Guest_Shahid_*
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Posted 23 November 2002 - 04:53 AM
yup that was me, I forgot to include my user name, anyone wanna battle bring it, i just wanna liven this place
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Posted 23 November 2002 - 05:36 PM
Nigga this is a lame battle i know u got a stage fright/
i told ya fellaz to brawl this is a street fight/
u can bring a heater and drop a verse on ether/
i can measure the heat while i smoke this pound of reefer/
dont bite the streets(hiphop) that feeds ya with knowlege/
u can get a Diploma on GED and go to college/
i'm an old school shark your blood leads to your trails/
i focus on rap knowlege and the sequels in jails/
canibus style bitter u can pay me to be ya ghostwritter/
i had mo shooked one to battle niggas on a low rider/ (get it)
i practice freestyle like i practices voodoo/
Shahid been shooked now (yeah go get him) bishop Tutu/
4 head like hat of nurses?/
nigga i pust oil and i burn ya face to ashes/
i got mo fashion than micheal jackson/
more tragic like magic and this shit seems to be my habit/
set a booby traps for this muthafucking rabbit/
B.E.T., EZboard bitterz better beware where they get they shit from/
my shit is off the dome, bring your shit i'ma shit on/
You got be kiddin duke we can handle this like grown men,
If you really want it wit Tragic let it be known then/
Ever since/ I can remember - I been built for that,
Don't think about it too hard - curiosity kills the cat/
An ass loves to hear himself bray i define you for that/
i emotion and devotion to rap is do for that/ (do for that: Have a name)
so what this crap u talking nigga i dont see u walking/
i'm a let it be known that is someone rhyme that u ise jocking/ (stealing)
i aint seen a fourth fifth blast/
bet u aint seen a four fist clash/
it gone be war when u heading the streets
u'll get Defeat
holla at tragic
it jus a freestyle battle yo'all
if u aint feeling it, i'm not doing it for you, it something to benefit me with my talent
i'm out
it all love Shahid
No beef jus battle
i told ya fellaz to brawl this is a street fight/
u can bring a heater and drop a verse on ether/
i can measure the heat while i smoke this pound of reefer/
dont bite the streets(hiphop) that feeds ya with knowlege/
u can get a Diploma on GED and go to college/
i'm an old school shark your blood leads to your trails/
i focus on rap knowlege and the sequels in jails/
canibus style bitter u can pay me to be ya ghostwritter/
i had mo shooked one to battle niggas on a low rider/ (get it)
i practice freestyle like i practices voodoo/
Shahid been shooked now (yeah go get him) bishop Tutu/
4 head like hat of nurses?/
nigga i pust oil and i burn ya face to ashes/
i got mo fashion than micheal jackson/
more tragic like magic and this shit seems to be my habit/
set a booby traps for this muthafucking rabbit/
B.E.T., EZboard bitterz better beware where they get they shit from/
my shit is off the dome, bring your shit i'ma shit on/
You got be kiddin duke we can handle this like grown men,
If you really want it wit Tragic let it be known then/
Ever since/ I can remember - I been built for that,
Don't think about it too hard - curiosity kills the cat/
An ass loves to hear himself bray i define you for that/
i emotion and devotion to rap is do for that/ (do for that: Have a name)
so what this crap u talking nigga i dont see u walking/
i'm a let it be known that is someone rhyme that u ise jocking/ (stealing)
i aint seen a fourth fifth blast/
bet u aint seen a four fist clash/
it gone be war when u heading the streets
u'll get Defeat
holla at tragic
it jus a freestyle battle yo'all
if u aint feeling it, i'm not doing it for you, it something to benefit me with my talent
i'm out
it all love Shahid
No beef jus battle
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Posted 23 November 2002 - 05:42 PM
Tragedy said:
Nigga this is a lame battle i know u got a stage fright/
i told ya fellaz to brawl this is a street fight/
u can bring a heater and drop a verse on ether/
i can measure the heat while i smoke this pound of reefer/
dont bite the streets(hiphop) that feeds ya with knowlege/
u can get a Diploma on GED and go to college/
i'm an old school shark your blood leads to your trails/
i focus on rap knowlege and the sequels in jails/
canibus style bitter u can pay me to be ya ghostwritter/
i had mo shooked one to battle niggas on a low rider/ (get it)
i practice freestyle like i practices voodoo/
Shahid been shooked now (yeah go get him) bishop Tutu/
4 head like hat of nurses?/
nigga i pust oil and i burn ya face to ashes/
i got mo fashion than micheal jackson/
more tragic like magic and this shit seems to be my habit/
set a booby traps for this muthafucking rabbit/
B.E.T., EZboard bitterz better beware where they get they shit from/
my shit is off the dome, bring your shit i'ma shit on/
You got be kiddin duke we can handle this like grown men,
If you really want it wit Tragic let it be known then/
Ever since/ I can remember - I been built for that,
Don't think about it too hard - curiosity kills the cat/
An ass loves to hear himself bray i define you for that/
i emotion and devotion to rap is do for that/ (do for that: Have a name)
so what this crap u talking nigga i dont see u walking/
i'm a let it be known that is someone rhyme that u ise jocking/ (stealing)
i aint seen a fourth fifth blast/
bet u aint seen a four fist clash/
it gone be war when u heading the streets
u'll get Defeat
holla at tragic
it jus a freestyle battle yo'all
if u aint feeling it, i'm not doing it for you, it something to benefit me with my talent
i'm out
it all love Shahid
No beef jus battle
i told ya fellaz to brawl this is a street fight/
u can bring a heater and drop a verse on ether/
i can measure the heat while i smoke this pound of reefer/
dont bite the streets(hiphop) that feeds ya with knowlege/
u can get a Diploma on GED and go to college/
i'm an old school shark your blood leads to your trails/
i focus on rap knowlege and the sequels in jails/
canibus style bitter u can pay me to be ya ghostwritter/
i had mo shooked one to battle niggas on a low rider/ (get it)
i practice freestyle like i practices voodoo/
Shahid been shooked now (yeah go get him) bishop Tutu/
4 head like hat of nurses?/
nigga i pust oil and i burn ya face to ashes/
i got mo fashion than micheal jackson/
more tragic like magic and this shit seems to be my habit/
set a booby traps for this muthafucking rabbit/
B.E.T., EZboard bitterz better beware where they get they shit from/
my shit is off the dome, bring your shit i'ma shit on/
You got be kiddin duke we can handle this like grown men,
If you really want it wit Tragic let it be known then/
Ever since/ I can remember - I been built for that,
Don't think about it too hard - curiosity kills the cat/
An ass loves to hear himself bray i define you for that/
i emotion and devotion to rap is do for that/ (do for that: Have a name)
so what this crap u talking nigga i dont see u walking/
i'm a let it be known that is someone rhyme that u ise jocking/ (stealing)
i aint seen a fourth fifth blast/
bet u aint seen a four fist clash/
it gone be war when u heading the streets
u'll get Defeat
holla at tragic
it jus a freestyle battle yo'all
if u aint feeling it, i'm not doing it for you, it something to benefit me with my talent
i'm out
it all love Shahid
No beef jus battle
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Posted 23 November 2002 - 07:58 PM
I came to Afican HH forums coz I be feeling the vibe
but ya'll phonys not scribes
so gimme credit for my rhymes
I lay it down nicely and precisely
I’m not talking, writing but typing
Key stroking rhymes to conjure up poetic spirits
I ‘m well known in your native districts
Though’ I don’t claim to be a great lyricist
I’m still viewed with great mystism
you cant beat me on a battling tip
so check the knowledge I am about to spit
Forget Alize and all that crystal shyt
My rhyme book is top secret
Rhymes written in Arabic, Latin and Greek
Shahid a rap nerd not a geek
Scholars listen to me when I speak
My rap syntax is too complex for the human ear
So when you rhyme back at me you rhyme out of fear
Back to the future, like Michael J Fox
any one who steps up to me gets boxed
with verbs and nouns
i cant pronounce your wack name so i use pronouns
so bring it on round 4 round, round 4 pound
forever putting Kenyan on the rap map
peace kid!
but ya'll phonys not scribes
so gimme credit for my rhymes
I lay it down nicely and precisely
I’m not talking, writing but typing
Key stroking rhymes to conjure up poetic spirits
I ‘m well known in your native districts
Though’ I don’t claim to be a great lyricist
I’m still viewed with great mystism
you cant beat me on a battling tip
so check the knowledge I am about to spit
Forget Alize and all that crystal shyt
My rhyme book is top secret
Rhymes written in Arabic, Latin and Greek
Shahid a rap nerd not a geek
Scholars listen to me when I speak
My rap syntax is too complex for the human ear
So when you rhyme back at me you rhyme out of fear
Back to the future, like Michael J Fox
any one who steps up to me gets boxed
with verbs and nouns
i cant pronounce your wack name so i use pronouns
so bring it on round 4 round, round 4 pound
forever putting Kenyan on the rap map
peace kid!
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Posted 25 November 2002 - 01:30 PM
it tragic how i eat you up like magic/
u aint on a level of repping u jus an addict/
Extreme skill? Nope your smoke can’t stimulate a production of ashes/
Like Corruption this slashes hope and backs like whips and out lashes/
Rhymes clear with ability to adhere to a silly peer or nerd/
Even with compound words you couldn’t spit a noun or verbs/
I been livin it- Pushin weight from trees to cracks/
Caucasain counter-attack with mad ricans and blacks/
I'm only nineteen and dirty- Jus tryin to live/
Splittin ya wig- Takin shit cuz I got nothin to give/
Yo shahid i jus fellt like replying this thing
i know it aint up to par but keep it real
u aint on a level of repping u jus an addict/
Extreme skill? Nope your smoke can’t stimulate a production of ashes/
Like Corruption this slashes hope and backs like whips and out lashes/
Rhymes clear with ability to adhere to a silly peer or nerd/
Even with compound words you couldn’t spit a noun or verbs/
I been livin it- Pushin weight from trees to cracks/
Caucasain counter-attack with mad ricans and blacks/
I'm only nineteen and dirty- Jus tryin to live/
Splittin ya wig- Takin shit cuz I got nothin to give/
Yo shahid i jus fellt like replying this thing
i know it aint up to par but keep it real
#7 Guest_shahid_*
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Posted 25 November 2002 - 02:41 PM
Did that nigga freestyle, was it a fluke?
You are a tradegy so I rebuke you
If Rap was a duchy, then I be the grand Duke
I Still living healthy, ma fork don’t touch pork
And my plate throws up all the yellow york
DJ beats don’t decide who wins the fete
Coz that’s when I kick rhymes as hard as concrete
taking it from Nairobi to New York City
INS better free my man MC Ricky
but detain and deport Tragedy
back to his native country
You are a tradegy so I rebuke you
If Rap was a duchy, then I be the grand Duke
I Still living healthy, ma fork don’t touch pork
And my plate throws up all the yellow york
DJ beats don’t decide who wins the fete
Coz that’s when I kick rhymes as hard as concrete
taking it from Nairobi to New York City
INS better free my man MC Ricky
but detain and deport Tragedy
back to his native country
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Posted 30 November 2002 - 10:38 PM
The name is Unknow / yo fucking try to understand my rap pattern
like the rings that surround saturn/ am hear to save the hip hop community from hear fack ass emceez like shahid
Fuck Shahid / yo rhymin like a pussy man / u can't battle a wild cat
i'll tear you off this tracks cos ur lyrics are whack separate your flesh from
your bones / and leave scientist with no evidence to do radio datin' on
you can't keep up / with rhymes u look up too / so listen up fool
i'll school you fo free / fucking wit me is fucking wit death you bound to run out of breath / you lack the lyrical stamina - that why i call u a Vagina
come on know / i see your face /changing colours like a cameleon/ cos i burnt yo like a funkin hindu / i wanna know in you reply what you will do i'll leave tragedy to take your ashes to river gandes - cos you just got murdered without the INC in the shit yo started
you rhymes smell bad i think you farted / go clean up your ass before you come up to this class of emcee - or else you will be odeein'
Peace - strickly battle holla back i got u rattled !
like the rings that surround saturn/ am hear to save the hip hop community from hear fack ass emceez like shahid
Fuck Shahid / yo rhymin like a pussy man / u can't battle a wild cat
i'll tear you off this tracks cos ur lyrics are whack separate your flesh from
your bones / and leave scientist with no evidence to do radio datin' on
you can't keep up / with rhymes u look up too / so listen up fool
i'll school you fo free / fucking wit me is fucking wit death you bound to run out of breath / you lack the lyrical stamina - that why i call u a Vagina
come on know / i see your face /changing colours like a cameleon/ cos i burnt yo like a funkin hindu / i wanna know in you reply what you will do i'll leave tragedy to take your ashes to river gandes - cos you just got murdered without the INC in the shit yo started
you rhymes smell bad i think you farted / go clean up your ass before you come up to this class of emcee - or else you will be odeein'
Peace - strickly battle holla back i got u rattled !
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Posted 02 December 2002 - 12:28 PM
-Viva le Roi-
Blows throw l'os(bones) of joints//
find me chilled at the bottom of well, coming of age like wine in cell,
jus like how i fond|e ryhmes till they 'swell !'// -knowledge-
Taisez vous, as i amaze with phrazes dat stick a :lol: n|gga like voodoo//
In the hood, Find me in different spots, p|ayboy nick named kama$utra//
my two arms, act like looped-pistons armed with wood stumps, sink game like cue-ball//
Snatch and claim what's mine, distill faces like claymore mines//
knives kill slow like chinese torchor methods//
move lungs, without breathing, that's the force of the clips goin deep, in like DeepThroat//there's
have you trying to lip read clips,
crome clips, slip-stream and blind eyes like high beams//
soft n|ggaz, get squished, smash you like shatter glass and bouncin off like light beams// wanna c bullets scream nig scare my gun.
Bullets spy,pick-a-foo ,like to parachute through your proofs//
knocking your whole bio out of focus, block your pulse and rock your sole make you lose limbs like caducous//hocus-pocus...
suppose this robust potion of turmoil won't murk you, twist a$$ like tie die, bullets put stream lines thru your do, blood splatterin designs on your shirt and shoes// dry your eyes...
turn you in side out, hang you out to dry- then sport you// (like bearskin)
u ain real, if you was real u'da killed me first chance i gave you instead you back down, your whole system shut down,
zig zaggin trafific// back- packing wack cats, smack and land you back of Ambulance//
trus me you don wan it with me,
try handle fists that'll peel skin off of axis//
"time to check your pants,
make a mess wen i pass,
get masked by my claps,
trashed, and plastered,
u just a speck of my gas."
So many haters wanna take me down,
dats why i keep a gloc ready,
with plenty of rounds//
your the weakest link in your team,
always the last to get picked, back wen we was teens//
phat b#stard, come up from thin air, just like hologram//
handing out gift wrapped clips, just like santa man/
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...............................................................portabl decon team(dungeon dome consealeth thy wisdom)
Blows throw l'os(bones) of joints//
find me chilled at the bottom of well, coming of age like wine in cell,
jus like how i fond|e ryhmes till they 'swell !'// -knowledge-
Taisez vous, as i amaze with phrazes dat stick a :lol: n|gga like voodoo//
In the hood, Find me in different spots, p|ayboy nick named kama$utra//
my two arms, act like looped-pistons armed with wood stumps, sink game like cue-ball//
Snatch and claim what's mine, distill faces like claymore mines//
knives kill slow like chinese torchor methods//
move lungs, without breathing, that's the force of the clips goin deep, in like DeepThroat//there's
have you trying to lip read clips,
crome clips, slip-stream and blind eyes like high beams//
soft n|ggaz, get squished, smash you like shatter glass and bouncin off like light beams// wanna c bullets scream nig scare my gun.
Bullets spy,pick-a-foo ,like to parachute through your proofs//
knocking your whole bio out of focus, block your pulse and rock your sole make you lose limbs like caducous//hocus-pocus...
suppose this robust potion of turmoil won't murk you, twist a$$ like tie die, bullets put stream lines thru your do, blood splatterin designs on your shirt and shoes// dry your eyes...
turn you in side out, hang you out to dry- then sport you// (like bearskin)
u ain real, if you was real u'da killed me first chance i gave you instead you back down, your whole system shut down,
zig zaggin trafific// back- packing wack cats, smack and land you back of Ambulance//
trus me you don wan it with me,
try handle fists that'll peel skin off of axis//
"time to check your pants,
make a mess wen i pass,
get masked by my claps,
trashed, and plastered,
u just a speck of my gas."
So many haters wanna take me down,
dats why i keep a gloc ready,
with plenty of rounds//
your the weakest link in your team,
always the last to get picked, back wen we was teens//
phat b#stard, come up from thin air, just like hologram//
handing out gift wrapped clips, just like santa man/
___/\__/\ /\ _________________
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...............................................................portabl decon team(dungeon dome consealeth thy wisdom)
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Posted 06 December 2002 - 04:05 PM
Who is this wack nigga tryina put some dirt on my name???
Shahid?get the fuck outta here!
Shahid?get the fuck outta here!
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Posted 06 December 2002 - 04:08 PM
Anonymous said:
Who is this wack nigga tryina put some dirt on my name???
Shahid?get the f*ck outta here!
Shahid?get the f*ck outta here!
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Posted 09 December 2002 - 06:03 AM
hey i've had this name for a long time nigga besides its ma real name, so stop biting, work on your own shine
#13 Guest_Lo_*
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Posted 09 December 2002 - 11:29 AM
My guilty concience fills my mind with filthy content
My rhymes skillz killz,motha fuckaz i`m god sent
i break it down like layers,lines comin at a major
away in a manger no place for a player
i eat emcees for dinner coz i`m the battle winner
defecate on ur mic before u spit and u be spittin shit,
coz i`m an oral katabolyst too deadly for the analyst,
i slay like breaveheart my lyrics are my trusty dart,
raised in Botswana my one and only havanna,
used to lay back wid my boys sippin` savanna...
Like a bird in the sky the gunja gets me high.
Peeps on my block too scared to battle coz my words attack `em like axes
i deliver and send like faxes,shockin classes in masses
i practise tappin asses in all sorts of tactics..
Tactics so mathematic leavin brains thermostatic,leavin em empty
like old mother hubbards attic.....or was it da cupboard
who gives a fuck,don`t be stubborn like mules in da middle of da road
coz you might get stomped on like toads,this shit gets cold as it gets old
unleash fury then like a book close n fold,now you been told the story wid no plot........now a muhfuka gots go n smoke pot... :D
GIVES A BIT O CREDIT.....I`S A NOOBEE
My rhymes skillz killz,motha fuckaz i`m god sent
i break it down like layers,lines comin at a major
away in a manger no place for a player
i eat emcees for dinner coz i`m the battle winner
defecate on ur mic before u spit and u be spittin shit,
coz i`m an oral katabolyst too deadly for the analyst,
i slay like breaveheart my lyrics are my trusty dart,
raised in Botswana my one and only havanna,
used to lay back wid my boys sippin` savanna...
Like a bird in the sky the gunja gets me high.
Peeps on my block too scared to battle coz my words attack `em like axes
i deliver and send like faxes,shockin classes in masses
i practise tappin asses in all sorts of tactics..
Tactics so mathematic leavin brains thermostatic,leavin em empty
like old mother hubbards attic.....or was it da cupboard
who gives a fuck,don`t be stubborn like mules in da middle of da road
coz you might get stomped on like toads,this shit gets cold as it gets old
unleash fury then like a book close n fold,now you been told the story wid no plot........now a muhfuka gots go n smoke pot... :D
GIVES A BIT O CREDIT.....I`S A NOOBEE
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Posted 10 December 2002 - 03:38 PM
u fake fuckz--wit fake actz--get split apart.(stop)... dearly depart--to any fagg--playin' smart(stop)....i spitz dartz--aimin' fo yo heart--spilin yo blood--the only healin' ull get--is when yo sent up above :evil:
#15 Guest_Horse_*
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Posted 14 March 2003 - 08:14 PM
I ain a regular cat up in here. once in a long while i come up in here to check sshit but i been checkin shit up in here since the days of niggaz like Tanzanite n shit. and those times Tanzanite was the hottest. but lookin at the peeps spittin now, Lo may not come up with the hottest blazin lines but the lines are good enuff and some'o them r slick enuff 2 make me laugh. i say right about now, Lo is the most consistent n best pitter in here.
niggaz like excalibarz n shit are hot too
niggaz like excalibarz n shit are hot too
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Posted 17 March 2003 - 02:02 PM
WANNA BATTLE "HEKIMA"-KID
BRING IT...............................
BRING IT...............................
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Posted 01 April 2003 - 05:03 AM
shahid wanna battle/nigga you sittin listenin to shit that im spittin/you cant speak your weak like and antique with a leak/im elite dont need to compete/ off da chain out of range/im to much i cant be touched/you aint it im the one hoes are tryin to get with/your startin to slip like your losin your grip/ your shits half ass like the half that gets laughed at/bring it bitch ill flip the script and put out tha hit/ i kill em and conceal em so no one reveals em//feel my heat your about to be beat/yall be standin in line feelin my rhyme/now act like you aint feelin my shit/like this aint it
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Posted 01 April 2003 - 09:45 AM
No contest,just reppin the Nairo/hit hard like side blows/pray my brother's enemies die slow/threatening my survival/like the IMF,jail cells,lies,and 5-0/my brother is my teacher and my disciple/to the death in this trief life cylcle.
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