skool this niggaz...

niggaz who chose to dangerously tangle with me
wanna ride this/ I make Jack The Ripper look like your guardian angel- anger me/ I'll give u enough cable to make u wanna hang yourself/
then place your name and them so-called gangstas on waiting list for hell/
in your neck- chop your throat, leave gashes on your back from the lashes of ma cord/ I'm an ancient WarLord, make you deep-throat the blade on my sword/ I've seen and walked civilizations/ I've touched bases with multiple nations/ niggas don't know whether to call me European, African, American or Asian/ so b-ez poeplez, I'm global/ I can attack u left, right, up, down and center/ instead of fakin about glockz and being mc'z- display some lyrical splendor/ coz we're serious with my shit/ that type of shit you stip will get your throat slit/ just coz i don't gun talk, don't mean the spot won't get hot/ come visit me- it's love out here/ dawg, i don't mind you niggas/ but u're so quick to act gangsta/ don't be a simple minded nigga
fabricatin gangsta lyricz, fly bitches and how u buss gunz/ the only 9 I've ever heard you reach for came with two 1s/ I'm lyrically biohazardous like agent orange/ make you collapse your lungs/ I'm one bad son of a gun/ roll with niggas that store razors under they tongues/ maybe in your continent/ it's cool, but up over in my spot, I ain't havin that shit/ I'll drag your face in the mud til you look like your mouth bit a brick/
I'm about to make rhymin for u twice intimidating as these streets/
for fuckin with Bugsey_Segal/ but u didn't know I'm the lyrically elite/
I'll righteous-ly, defy your atheist beliefs like God wrote my speech
then hit you with rhymes to make parapligics/ move out they seats
when my senses is hyped/ i'll mangle y'all ass-holes slow and PAINFULLY
be thankful u're still alive ho'/ coz i can destroy any/ so GRACEFULLY
and with that notion I'm signing out-
-Konfushus-
Yours FAITHFULLY

p.s: Let's get it straight, I ain't writin this shit because I'm hatin
I'm doing it because I'm representing my spot, domain and location
u should do the same! instead of spittin fabricated gangsta mannerisms
profess lyrical talent- and lemme c if anyone real out there can drop verbal cataclysms, show me that u got skill- show me what your mental net worth is
I wanna see y'all spit real life shit- quit actin like your life is showbiz-

p.p.s: Flame, get your frame of mind right and tell Mperio- If y'all can't respond to this manifesting lyrical prowess, don't even bother thinking of attackin my lyrical fortress...

"th only 9 i ever heard u reach for came wit 2 ones"
nigga stop bitin canibus "The only 9 u hold is a five dollar bill and four ones"

Anonymous said:

quit reaching how is that bite?

9 wit two ones= cops,pigs ,five o,
9 u hold is a five dollar bill and four ones = money

get it dum dum

FUCKING GUEST! U THINK YOU CAN KICK A BETTER FLOW THAN MINE?/ STEPPIN TO ME DAWG U JUST WASTIN YOUR TYME/ U GETTIN MAD CAUSE YOU CAN'T KICK RYME'Z MINE/ SHII...MY FLOWS MESS UP YO PHISICAL AND EMOTIONAL DWELLINGS ALL IN YOUR MIND/ THE RESULTS ARE ALREADY IN/ U FUCKING LOOSER I'LL ALWAYS WIN/ AND DAWG WHY DON'T YOU TALK BATTLE/ FUCK IT, YOUR TOO LIL GRAB YOUR DIAPERS AND YOUR RATTLE/ DONT BE MAD CAUSE U CAN'T RIP SHIT! OR ILL GET THE PADDLE/ MY FLOWS RYDE ALL OVA U LIKE A HORSE WIT A SADDLE/ YOU CAN NEVER KICK A FLOW THATS AS TIGHT COZ YOUR MAD WEAK/ TAKE BACK YOUR LAME COMMENTS PUT EM ON ROTTEN DOT COM AND PRESS DELETE/iM LYKE YOUR POPS KID ON THE MIC ILL GIVE U A LICKIN/ BET YOUR FLOWS ARE LYKE ORANGE JUICE MORE PULP THAN FICTION/ SO REALLY Y U STEPPIN TO THE MASTER OF THIS SHIT/ IF U WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH U MIGHT WANNA STEP BACK. JUST BRING ANY CHALLENGER' DUM-DUMMY!!

Anonymous said:

Anonymous said:

u wanna what? with who? nigga did ya bump ya head or sum'n. handle this. take ya time with it too.


get tha keyboard out ya ass coz u talkin shit,
u get wounded when i swings ma verbal fists, Muthafucka,
you Ready to earn for your ashes,
my deadly spit, turns Beans germs to gases,
been battling for so long, I've burned the masses,
you better learn n' manage to stay in line,
or I'll have your carcass displayed in shrines,
so save your lies, your last words were wet like menstrual cries,
I empty nine lines, these bars got you locked,
rob your stocks till you opt this loss,
I wouldn't back down if you held a gun to me,
claim you got dope lines? but in truth there's none to see,
you couldn't get on a track if you stood where runner's be,
just another wannabe, caught in this murder spree,
I earn prop's from your home crew,
behind doors, you cursed by your own few,
have your home niggaon."Dat nigga bugsey's a herb, duke,"
bitch! your not in my class, an' I'm a modest man,
I can beat you with sign language, usin' just one hand,
you just been dammed an' I did this in boredom,
you infernal moron, it's written eternal that I serve all comers,
I'll decorate your body parts with your internal organs,
you stand out in awe, I'm outstandingly awsome,
your only defense is demanding the law's wrong,
cause like when whore's cum, my mind's elsewhere,
make you see the afterlife like when Big L stares,
beat you with propelled chairs, sit down an' sell you healthcare,
send your ass to hell's lair, you regret being a challenger,
I'll make you lose your grip like an amatuar dog handler,
your words so limited, it a buddha social monks calender,
Da Guest make your lyrics lean so keep 'em in your writing pad,
I dont wanna see it on my screen, like a Nazi watching Armistad.

U shoulda just let that shit slide young BUGSY. Now ya elders will jus have to hometrain ya young ass. Fuckin rooks always tryin to be hard when they aint. so fo nex time u will either pack heat in ya verse or get ran thru again!!

Homez you still aint gangsta, you probably should be cop undercover,
The only time you been in cuffs, is in bed with your Gay-ass lover,
Bugsey is the name, lyrically insane, killing guest_clowns like you is a hobby, you wanna get ill 4real? Ill beat you down like the cops did Rodney,
how the fuck you gonna roll in here thinking your the shit,
this is a freestyle, you take to fucking long to write your spit,
explicit kid, your lyrics are far from explicit,
I’m out with your Bitches, you at home cleaning Dishes,
sorry thug no mean to cause beef,
but you cant go a day with out a penis between your teeth,
I mean it! You are weak, and I’m spittin with perfection,
the only way you win is if you cheat like a George Bush election,
I’m the King pin on this African site! calling me out, you must be retarded,
it would be ok if you could rap, but your lyrics are garbage,
Your done in this battle throw in your towel and call it quits,
ball for bricks, your all talk like politics with no tricks,
your a joke dawg seriously your making me laugh, :lol:
the only time you see naked girls is when you spy on your Mom taking a bath, :lol: ill beat you & make sure all your body parts are broken, 1 spit and your done, shooting water-guns is the closet thing you been to a gun,
I’m bringing down the Reign, yeah I’m storming still,
I just burned you! Like I threw you on a George Foreman Grill,
sorry dawg but this shit is about survival,
you beating me is like a priest without a bible,
ill reach inside your head and rip your fucking brain out,
fucking guest with no name coming on the site trynna battle me? Your Fucking insane, listen you dumbass uninvited guest…next time think before you act, consider this a lesson, when I beat you with my gat,
you’ll be on your knees begging for forgiveness,
ill cut you in half and leave you begging me for stitches!!!

son you ain't ready for this slug fest, I'm positive like a Daryl
Strawberry drug test,so save your phony flow, before you get swept
like tha yankees, yo, me verses you is like a fat bitch verses a bony hoe,
or Rakim verses Lil' Romeo, I'm scaring the shit out of you so grab ya
draws and check the stains, usin' mics like umbrellas cuz I'm the next
to reign, I'll spit my worse verse cuz even your best is lame, and
leave you mic-less like the Bulls after Jordan left the game, you
hotter than me? not even if I threw you in a stove or a grill, you're
like the Pistons losing Grant, trying to get over the Hill, to defeat
me it'll take a giant leap of faith, disabled ass words and non-moving rhymes, so before I make my exit to thunderous applause,
I sign my autograph on your girl ass while shes on all fours!!!

pleez this time show me sum'n

Yeah lil nigga, is me again. take notes

Anonymous said:

thas what i thought nigga, ma verbal insecticide deaded bugz.
~1~

Been gone for a minute, now i'm back to haunt you like a bad habit/
I see you made no improvement, u still missin a layer of insulation in the attic/
you need another brain to make half-wit/ you rhyme low on thinking gas, it's tragic/
me i bring it like magic/ fillin the infinite space between your ears while i'm at it/
you need to add oil in your metronome/ i see you left the lights 1/2 on but nobody's home/
let me get a closer look, your lights ain't burning too bright, wait... they even on?/
upgrade your ROM/ u a leaky sunroof/ nature don't abhor a vacuum- and you're living proof/
your minds like a steel sieve/ can't believe you still breathe/ shoulda knocked out your teeth/ :D
lyrically your mouth's in gear, but your brain is in neutral/ still missing buttons on your remote control/
rattly lugnuts in your hubcaps, i laugh when you think you're having a ball/ u should be appaled/
you're lyrically qualified for handicapped parking/ look little boy, this is the line i'm marking/
you came at me with all you had, but you weren't aware that the battle was just startin/
I pity you fool/ you ain't wit it you fool/ i'm about to dispose you like a typical tool/ :twisted: (like urrgh)
HOW you gon' come at me when you're still using both hands to wipe your ass? you need school/
your booster's stuck in your launch pad/ i'm about to devour you like the lunch I had/
if I gave a penny for your thoughts- i'm guaranteed to get my change back/
I won't lie, you got potential, y-y-y-y-you can sorta kinda rhyme/
you just sound like your brain is on vacation, and your mouth's on overtime/
understand nigga, i'm out of your league/ you couldn't match the bottom of my top-speed/
you steady screamin for war but want peace/ that's like tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks/
or walkin two pit-bulls with one leesh/ you hybernatin in your room while claimin the streets/
i'll leave you bleeker than memphis is, without roc-a-fella membership/ don't be an optimist/
and try to rock with this/ coz i'll run through you like the kenyan wilderness/ i'm ill at this, come at me again with the wrong flow/
and watch as I charge, things will fall apart like okonkwo/
I moonwalk on water, study Sun-Tzu in pitch blackness/ this is something you can't harness/
this is once and for all, and i'm settlin my score/ it's over, you're a done deal, this shit is no more!!! :!:

typin a whole buncha shit don't make you ill, son. Da guest a.k.a anonymous back to plug sum mo education in yo young ass. Pay attention and take notes, young'n. :roll:

AYO!!! Don't even try to hide from my lyrical diatribe,
Cause I'll hunt you down and force you to swallow cyanide,
Hide a mine and a stick of dynamite,in the airbag on your driver side,
You need to stop rapping and go back to your 9 to 5,
Your rhymes are weaker than a 2-year-old kid in a wheelchair,
Claimin you're dope is like claimin Marv Albert's wig is real hair,
It's more of a lie than a testimony from Bill Clinton,
You stepped up? Now watch as you get smoked like a Winston,
I'll crush your bones so bad they're broken down into plasma,
Force you to smoke crack during an attack of asthma,
You're a b!tch- you probably think of men when you smack your dick,
Sh!t, you suck so much you're mistaken for a vacuum cleaner, :oops: :shock:
My rhymes are ten times tighter than the lock on Bill Gates's safe,
Lyrics sharper than the razor blade you use to shave your face,
I'm bout as raw as the meat eaten by primitives, Before the invention of fire,
so when it comes to this battle your choices are limited,
You can try to battle and watch me take away your dignity,
Or you can hang your head in shame and walk away from the rap industry,
Even magic can't defeat me, so don't bother to wave your wand,
MCs test me and end up flat like a girl in a training bra., :lol:

Come-on punk...I thought you were good? I mistaken you, see if you make it through like those phoniez on the other threads, I bet you would fake your news/ Advise yourself, in fire your rhymes would melt, your weakness is showned, you should disguise yourself/ I spit gangsta, you spit wanksta, can't flow wit me, or get dough wit me/ Cause if you tried to unlock the game you still wouldn't own the key/ bet your 2incher rocks small physique cause you try to get head and it still won’t pop the cheek/ you lacks the facts, so I’m a hit you wit books son/ Its like you got released from being grounded and still ain’t off tha hook/ You ain't qualified for college I'm feeding you info and you still can't gain the knowledge/ Fuck this! you should proclaim your insane, I'll cut off your wrists coz I don't like the way you handle the game/ Shatter your name/ splatter some flames/ I'm stationed like trains to run over your bitch and splatter your brain/ this election is done, I just won the campaign/ I'm a reign on you, your equations ain't hard and you still can't solve em’ your not spittin multiz, your just doing math problems, my wrath will revolve you, similar to those gatz/ To see your real insides I'ma cut you up like surgeons coz your weak in combat/ I hate to battle brats, Your rhymes are cheap like buck50/ Even if me and you doubled up on a bitch, your faggot-ass still wouldn't come n fuck wit me/ Your mom's boobs are the only time you sucked tities, best believe I'ma kill you quick/ Fill your drink wit anthrax and make you spit blood like you just chewed on tampax before you even think your sick....shiii step up on your skillz..'

U kinda nice man, nuff respect. Keepin it movin tho, Man Up fo dis heater.

I'll leave you and whoevers readin' mentaly split like decisions,
im bringing old school back,the lyrical christ has risen,
i got you locked down like prisons, lyrically, you my bitch,
i run up in that ass as soon the guard hits the light switch,
i Kicked yo ass off stage with so much accurate savagery,
the Spirit of Bruce Lee resurrected just to challenge me :twisted: ,
handle me? If I were your plans, you couldn't manage me,
bringing so much beef, no two planets could sandwich me,
if lyrics were acrobatic, I broke ya flow on the balance beams,
for all those simple soliloquies you spit-at-me, pitifully
I'm Ripping clean through those average themes,
like non-stop guillotines,
then Striking you faster than a cock-blocking wolverine,
when I swing, I lay Bugz limbs down like Willow Trees,
attack like double edged - Razor Blades,
wen I cling to the seams of ya DNA's rings -
eposing all your dreams through Advanced I-Ching,
anmated battle scenes, my thoughts make ya blood steam -
probably addicted as predicted, previously seen-this,
from the eye of my storm, don't test me - once I perform
lyrics swarm so fast , ya dumb ass swear they do you no harm,
until your shoulders grow warm, and I toss you both your arms,
to attack, "when you've been warned", is nearly as stupid as your existence
if you can "cause collisions" by describing "cars crashing in a sentence" -
then why not write about something to get ya virginity's ended?
perhaps the truth was bended
and your just dreaming at your computer,
a truly pathetic loser like those Census Commuters,
senseless cause your neutered, and you'll never be fruitful
got me shitting on your pupils while chewing Metamucil
rocking the biggest clit in flicks, and ya shit STILL ain't useful
real emcees still exist IM the full-proof like absolute,
in bottles of vodka, i burn, go 'head, take a gulp,..

REPLY!!!

my fault, sumn jus came to mind an i ain't wanna forget it so ima jus spit it

your rhymes are a substitute for realness like soya,
battle me and take a loss on your record like De La Hoya,
my class'll show through and prove that there's no hassle,
to verbally rip my opponent a new asshole,
the lord of the lyrics, the prince of the punchlines,
the one you can rely on when it comes to crunchtime,
in a diss war, you risk more, so why you wanna diss for?
my rhyme flows are stongest, while yours are simply piss poor,
you seem to talk nothing but shit, while I talk true facts,
some people call me City, cos I kill so many New Jacks,
and why the fuck should i take this nigga seriously?
i make more noise than Doug E Fresh battlin Rahzel,
u- king o dis joint? nah ma brova i have to laugh at ya,
the only way you get the crown if I take it off and throw it at ya,
you stretching the reality's limits like elastic,
if a spastic like you thinks he can beat the emcee-fantastic,
its drastic, comparing our rhyme styles, yours are plastic,
lyrically injure your squad, we'll battle till lying nex to yo feet is ya head,
put a condom on your face son, cos your nothing but a dickhead,
i got the ill punchlines to give the listeners chuckles,
but still got skills to have your head meet verbal knuckles,
not Lennox Lewis, but champ of undisputed rhyme,
you couldn't beat me if I turned up your mic volume and muted mine,
i'm in a zone all by maself, nex to me there's none,
after I take my fucking belt off and beat you like my stepson,
you slept son, a pity your rhyme got posted with mine,
i hope you have a good time, watching from the sidelines
Head nigga in charge of shit, yo Bugz take a bow, yo style's foul,
i just wet this mothafucka ,bring him a towel.
~1~

oohwee, yo dis where tha battle at. no average shit. yall nuccas is doin it for real.

D.G why gotta shit on him like that?

battle is sickness

D.G. said:

PURE SIKNESS.

shit both o' y'all ma'fukcaz is hot. thats fo real.
u gat some shit goin' on rite there. WORD.