Posted 05 February 2002 - 09:01 PM
you choke and gasp off the smoke and ash and flows of gas
And broken glass can open gashes to close the casket
acid and explosions blast get blown to fragments
Fuck the jokes and laughin, Im makin the losers weep
The scripts I write
is food for thought, your scripts are food for me
I'll cruise your street, pickin fights and smackin domes with golf
Bitch I write the shit your "piece of art" was broken off of
Throats get coughed up, have you wishin like orphans of
Fuck wastin time at high school kid I was born in the pros
Im the thorn on the rose, the poison in that pretty
The muffler fixture below the bumper stickers demoting city smog
The grain of sand in the complex machine, sabotage
Gainin land cause you cant see me but feel me like back massages
Fuck the pretty players, I aint never gotten head in
Thats cause Im yet to meet a bitch thats got the neck of giraffes
Got you Sweatin like Keith, reppin my streets,
the Flow is nautious
Try harder, you wont ever get me runnin like broken faucets
Hoe get off it, a couple more words gonna
get her popped
Why try? Im time, the one thing on Earth that will never stop...wut!!!!! u caint touch this nugga!!!! im
still waitin for a response biyaatch. images/smiles/icon_eek.gif
Posted 05 February 2002 - 11:36 PM
I'd rather be raw when I'm battlin Tan-za-nite//spittin da type of ish that'll separate his hands 'n
feet//Nash no longer jokes - he's done turned ruthless//lets see how many "rhymes" you kick when you're "footless"//You
said it yourself - "your scripts are food for me"//Well my "food" is laced wit the blood from "H-I-V"//So you're results are
"positve" that his death you'll share//Now you lips are shriveled - and you slowly losin your hair//I was in mid-battle when
you came at me talkin ish//now I done stopped talkin - now Nash's barkin ish!//I speaks the language of the dead - and the
langage of the dead-to-be//the only language you probably speak is your tribal Swahili//Habari gani? probably not well since
you're "throwin up-words"//I'm rainin "down" on ya and yous only flowin "upwards"//cause your petty little verses carry no
weight at all//9.8 meters per second is the rate you fall//for you high-school cats thats the acceleration of gravity//Nash
won't bury you tho - he'll empty your body cavity//smoke it dry for a while then post you on da wall//with a label
underneath sayin "defeated in a friendly brawl"//you pose no threat at all// - gettin f-up like blackmen in federal
courts//yous just an annoying itch like genital warts//you're "frozen" in these lyrics so press Ctrl-Alt-Del to reset//this
lyrical "furnace" never sleeps - I keep da "heat-set"//pronouncing galatical syllables and the verbs are cosmic too//your
punchlines are just weak comedy from Comic View//you flatterd me when you said I was a piece of art?//but when I'm done wit
you Imma just leave a small piece of ya heart//so sad to see that you won't finish what you tried to start//
Yo Agrik man
-- you gotta holla back. I need somethin head to head.
[ 05 February 2002: Message edited by: Nash ]
Posted 06 February 2002 - 12:29 AM
from a hot tekk-to-the-brain,You got lessons-to-gain, The teks-burst, until ya neck-hurts, I’m the expert,Proof is,
this one line alone is better than ya best-verse, u think u a soldier? I’ll steal ya sword or deep-stiletto,stab you in
ya most decent-level and make you meet-the-devil, flair-bats at sentences and turn 'em to paragraphs,‘droppin’
hot bars that could make the seas-burn,not found on AOL key-words internet key-search,My gift-is so ridiculous that
it’s not-discussed,Bring my hotness-up and get dropped-in-dust or ya optics-punched,The consequence-is-rough, a fuckin
diagnostic-thrust,Your head’s top-gets-thumped til your spine’s-top-is-crushed, Time stays evasive when the clock
mocking you in disguise when the tock ticks,
optical logic playing tricks on your mind-set,
when your rymes-let,
loose an explore there own beine,
You cant Define the definition that defines me,
aligns me, the armor that designed me.
get some more education, for ur information, swahili aint a tribe is jus a language, of course u dont understand this, cause
my styles outlandish, check urself b4 u get smaked like a tan bitch. so shut the fuck up before i make you bleed different
colors...like red to green, until u look like a fuckin ornament on a christmas tree, unlike you, ive been robbin(robin) i
dont need batman to see your jaws droppin, while i kick you in your side till you hold your hip-hopIn
man i caint believe u think u been winnin dog, keep it real
dog aight? ax n e one here to tell u who got better skillz so far.
Posted 06 February 2002 - 01:52 AM
out. Say Tanz (1) my response was hotter than both of ya spitz (2) your response has NO solid punchlines -- cause anyone can
brag about they're lyrics thats the easiest part -- the tru lyricist spits metaphorical ish -- and uses ill analogies like
poetry but harder. But you don't see that -- so I ain't repsondin unless you spit something worth while (Like Nas is doin
to Jay-Z). Dawg even your last line is weak even though its supposed to be hardest line of da whole thing..."ive been
robbin(robin) i dont need batman to see your jaws droppin, while i kick you in your side till you hold your hip-hopIn."
Agrik commence wat we were rudely interrupted with.
Posted 06 February 2002 - 02:36 AM
more sense than yours kid. dont get me wrong, ur shit was hype, but...the only way to find out is to get niggaz to start
Posted 06 February 2002 - 05:28 PM
up wit some high explosive isht.... Tanzanite u dope but when u shit on sum one next time make it mo painfull na'mean like
stabin a moufakaz belly wit a dagga.
Posted 06 February 2002 - 08:09 AM
anotha round. lets do it all ova agin then dog...you won that one.(i guess) although we only got one vote. but is all gravy.
im still ill and always down to battle. so since u won!!!! u gotta go first. u betta come wit hot shit cause im gon blaze you
outta your botts nash.
Posted 06 February 2002 - 10:19 PM
another u can answer NAS!!!!
yo son, the sun dont shine where i rhyme, ill bust u up and leave you speechless like a mime,
you claim to be the shit but even 'sceemz' wont pick you up for the pay-per-view,leavin you scared wit your face
even if i was paid-to-lose, id still capture your belt cuz my punches are too big and your waist-is-too,
go get some votes by rapin-dudes/
ill even let you change-the-rules, hittin you wit punches that split ya face-in-two, take
you in drakeford-tools/
stabbin you wit nails-and-screws, cuz after im finished youll wish you was a nameless-fool/
wouldnt give me my props but its aight i dont even need a decent-verse, cuz all of your punches come out as a
dont even post just let agrikul. know you need-a-herse, you beatin me would have to be a
seein exactly wut this geek-is-worth,talkin wit a lisp when he speakin-words,was never liked and was
yo before you hand me the M-c shine-it-for-me, your rhymes are kind-of-boring, like an all transvestite
the only time you get votes are when all you dickryder guys-are-horny, only a fag would get on aol and
try-to-taunt-me/ yo sKiLLz is makin sure your *life*-is-short, makin sure the *Mic* and pain-exhorts, all other
stangle you wit a case-of-cord, stabbin you wit sharp objects leavin you wit razor-sores, and the doctors
findin out your organs are ingraved-wit-forks/
i heard you asked lord to have this grudge-erased, breakin ya nek and leave
you wit a ruptured-waist, you couldnt express punches if you rhymed in UPPER-CASE/
battlin you is just-a-waist, cuz i could
win this battle even if i posted jus-my-name, this fuckers-gay, you couldnt win even if every one mixed up the
even when my punches-graze, they come wit enuff force to erupt-in-ways that could miss and still have you
num-and-dazed,and once you get outta the E.R ima kick you til your crutches-break/
yo if you were admin...the only way you
could win is if you edit-this, cuz even if you come wit your best-of-spits,ima still land the body shots that leave your
go to church and confess-the-sin that you went to african-hip-hop and tried to mess-wit-da-devils-kid,
rippin him til hes restless-then run to his death bed and hex-this-bitch/
you couldnt actully be *#1*if your spitter
im done dont even question-this, if you have 2nd thoughts the one that wins is the one that comes wit
You seem' to come with vile'mist/
thinking you spittin Canibulistic, I'll have ya vision impared' and
body deceased Enlisted.
PS: u aint shit but a mic fiend in a pipe dream, yo i dont even speak unless it is in a rhyme
Posted 07 February 2002 - 02:05 AM
had some tight spitz -- you ain't poo -- but I know I tore it up da last round. And now you tryin to come at me with more
quantity? Naw playa -- its da quality that counts -- I could just hit ya wit 4 lines that would just eat all dat up. But
I'll holla I gotta evenly distribute myself -- ya friend vyruz is gettin spat at quick. But I'll be back
Posted 07 February 2002 - 05:34 PM
time....but i will vote when nash replies aaight...100
Posted 07 February 2002 - 05:39 PM
agrikul." u mean u wanna go at it wit him o sumn? cause that cat aint wit this isht no more?
Posted 07 February 2002 - 07:30 AM
know you need-a-herse, you beatin me would have to be a piece-of-jesus'-work/" i meant for nash to not even post as in a
reply, but instead acknowledge the fact that i won and go straight ahead and ask agrikulture to make him a herse. i dont know
if i explained that right.
Posted 07 February 2002 - 02:19 PM
damnnnnn---hahahaaaaaa now thats sickness---- I must've gone for ages------haha anyway keep it up
images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif-wjen the votin startin????????
Posted 07 February 2002 - 11:47 PM
three includin Agrik? Here it is -- I made it about equal in length so I wouldn't get discriminated against.
Got a scar
on my shoulder - I got burned when I was young//to me they're flames of blessing directly from God's tongue//I'm a musical
poet easing out lyrics like its a song//you'd probably "fail" outta college - cause whatever you write is "wrong"//Nash'll
just ease out his gentle lyrics just so he can test-you//then he'll "sneeze" out ill-verses so he can "bless-you"//How you
gonna come at me - wit your eight confusing lines?//while I'm over here workin hard - straight-up using mine's//wit
ill-rhymin schemes - set up like(at)twos and nines//admit yourself to a "ward" cause you'll most definitely
"loose-ya-mind"//Cause no matter how hard you try you won't ever make sense-of-these//the way write and I play out my
sentences//I couldn be a millionaire sellin each line for about ten cents-a-piece//I make "similes" jealous when I blaze out
my "metaphors"//"I couldnt express punches" - Tanzanite I don't know y you sed-dat-for?//my verbs perform they're own
"actions" - they was trained to take your life//even my "words" spell-check themselves whenever Nash starts to type//I
suggest a little work on ya hype//cause you're way off by a mile//and I see you took my advice and tried to better ya
style//by getting gory - spittin nothing but ridiculous stories//To show me - my flow's the eighth wonder - you had to go
see?//now ya obviously imitatin - monkey see monkey do//but tha only "beef" Imma give you is da one in "chunky
stew"//Probably have a better chance on MTV's VJ crew//cause you ain't close to being "Fabolous" - even if you were DJ
Clue//"I can't deny it" - I suggest you shouldn't even "holla back youngin"// - my rhymes are too "fast" you couldn't even
"follow that runnin"//The only thing you good at sharin - is givin dick-ta-males//but after this you'll be shooken like
Cali's ric-ta-scales//you rhymes lost more assets than gained - like Enron//and these toxic lyrics will stayin in your brain
like heron//the white dust - Nash's safety is off he might bust//I hope you invested your life-savings in the right-trust//I
pray that in the afterlife God considers you as righteous//unlike you I know my potent lines will never miss//but I guess its
better you don't know - ignorance is bliss//when these lines connect I guarantee I'll watch you-fall//and Imma keep "movin"
on you like I was a "U-Haul"//You've stepped in the ring thrice?//I told you to think twice//now Imma leave you "seasoned"
with "spice"//and "boiled" like "Chink's rice"--sliced up all nashty in da grill wit "blades" like "rink ice"//
Tru Africans are nappy and ashy, cause they is happy to be trashy.
[ 07 February 2002: Message edited by: Nash ]
Posted 08 February 2002 - 12:58 AM
time don't talk so much ish -- just post lyrics then leave it aiight. Ha - and i see you underestimated me, I conform to
whatever style is thrown at me...if you want punchlines I'll give you nothin but it...if you want just straight hard images,
I got those too. Even if you lose a battle the whole point is to bring the best outta niggas. ONE
Posted 08 February 2002 - 01:12 AM
real...but jus to correct you, you aint the one who had to adjust, im the one who had to adjust remember???
"Say Tanz (1) my
response was hotter than both of ya spitz (2) your response has NO solid punchlines -- cause anyone can brag about they're
lyrics thats the easiest part -- the tru lyricist spits metaphorical ish -- and uses ill analogies like poetry but harder.
But you don't see that -- so I ain't repsondin unless you spit something worth while (Like Nas is doin to Jay-Z). Dawg even
your last line is weak even though its supposed to be hardest line of da whole thing..."ive been robbin(robin) i dont need
batman to see your jaws droppin, while i kick you in your side till you hold your hip-hopIn." ONE
so other than
that...we'll wait for peeps to vote deadline to vote is tomorrow @ 12:00 Eastern. if i win, we gotta go for a tie breaker,
if u win. it will be up to you to decide if u wanna go at it agin. aight dog? u tight kid fa real. much luv.
Posted 08 February 2002 - 06:07 AM
carefully and came up wit a vote and thats it...but it was sum tight battle right there there man.
listen Tanzanite lets
get at it me n u start up a new thread aaight...peace.
Posted 08 February 2002 - 07:03 AM
you even before I spat...its all good tho, and the length was also the decidin factor --somethings will be biased. Yo let
get some info from ya -- age, school, ish like that. I like to hear about my challengers. Dog when I rhyme I'd rather talk
about worthy-subject matter -- but I guess in battlin, you have to use nothin but punchilines -- which I was new at but I
adapted quick -- thats what I meant.
[ 08 February 2002: Message edited by: Nash ]
Posted 08 February 2002 - 07:24 AM
the moment -- I need to re-prioritize myself. Look Tanz don't think Im chickenin out -- I'll drop in and spits somethin
quick -- but not as often. Peace Cats. Keep it real.
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