skool this niggaz...

Lets get real D.G, would you be here if you really had a fortune/
you ain’t got Vocals neither, so its ya career I’m scorchin/
get your mind right dawg you going off course'n/
the truth is going against B’ it must be crack you snortin/
and I ain’t gotta go my hardest, coz I got nothing to prove/
if skill was assets, you’d have nothing to lose/
pull out your gay ass mood ring, I bet you its the color of blue/
coz my lyrics stomped you out and I ain’t gotta scuffle my boots/
play off my name or they gon find you in the tabloids/
when I get rid of you like you cotton mouth & I’m peppermint altoids/
matter of fact, go to church and seek a pastor/
coz your gonna need those prayers if you wanna step to Bugsey/
the reason I don’t see you is coz I’m only a heat tracker/
now look my in the eyes, how does it feel to be beat by a cracker/
if you even Think you better than me you full of shit like pampers/ :P
your better off trying out as one of nysincs gay dancers/
U should change your gay name to iLL coz U spit shit like you got cancer/
saying your shit is nice wit it is the understatement of the decade/
I got this round bitch, I’m about to yell out Checkmate/
I’m the ghost........
......but ill flip the script an make you disappear like its your last year/
your mouth could be the reason you miss this year, lets get this clear/
why would you call yourself a Guest and you ain’t even invited either/
your reply will have as much of effect as when Jay replied to Ether/
throw your written away, I guarantee you never spit a keeper/
ill be damned if you over throw any other spitter/
I’m about to smoke u the same way everybody smoked Sergeant Reefer/
you should be tossed outta hip hop, like a pair of old sneakers/
the only way you’d ever see 7figures is on a beeper/
I’m way ahead of you son, don’t get it confused/
count this as an automatic loss, you don’t get to choose/
I really hate to be the one to make your spirit break/ :cry:
so treat this like the Icecapades, don’t say shit just skate/
coz partner, I been wasting emcees since Eighty Eight!

itdon't matter if u white or not , is all about if what u spit is hot,
you a wack MC, you ain't got the mental capacity, needed to battle me,
if you dare to try, i guarantee you get knocked straight back to reality,
i'll kick you in the stomach & make your bladder bleed,
leave you wit shattered teeth, so instead of steppin up, HAVE A SEAT :D
lyrically damage thee, as I defy gravity,
force you to swallow ants & bees, & make you wash it down with gasoline,
you best get on your hands & knees, rapidly,
dared to challenge me?, now you get burnt like a calorie,
don't be mad at me, cause I took your woman's chastity,
be mad at me cause I'll savagely, defeat you with this lyrical masterpiece,
fuck a mentality, my mindstate is pure insanity,
i'll grab the mic and show you who the true champion be,
i do more harm to shit-talkin whiteboys than 12 cavities,
hook a needle to your vein and inject pure antifreeze,
you don't even need to bother responding back to me,
you're better over learning how to UNDERSTAND DEFEAT!!!
the highest battle technician, blowing holes in competition
like I'm blowing candles wishing, no need for a judged decision
i rocked the KO with more precision than a surgeons incision
dragged the bodies to the kitchen dished and served for intermission
bust a verse kid, Ill snatch you up for party 'krackers' and dip,
white or black son, I dont give a shit if you all trip
bring it on well fight it out on the top of Mt Olympus
bodies piled over the land flatten it like the chest of a gymnast
trim your fat bitches hips and fulfill the hoes wishlist
then fucked her bleeding ass till I emptied on her pinkbits
death by deadly testicle injection, incite fatal infections
riding my dicks like riding skateboards through red light intersections
rip all you bah-bah babies and bring you lambs to silence
other rappers use my name as a metaphor for violence
address me sir all-&-mighty, or your last day this might be
not scared, ask the faceless kid who stepped and said "bite me"


no disrespect nigga. strickly battlin.
~1~

u still goin or what!!!!?

This ish is a wrap, close tha damn thread

Lay off the typen shit/ its getting old/ I told you your shit
Don’t bother me/ you aint no mc/ you don’t even respond to the
Verses/ you talking bout curses/ while you carry purses/ and
Ride in the back hearses/ oh no I’m scared/ black shady/ rhymes
Like a lady/calling me a baby/ I never back down/ frown on
Your face/ keep your head up/ right now I’m fed up/ think I won’t respond/ I don’t give a fuck what you are you/ get the clue/ you was threw/ verses ago/ my flows hot/
You bring your beef to the spot/ but you still can’t touch what I
Got/ I rip you a new verse every time/ I type a rhyme/ I’m striking you wit raw punch
Lines/ when you’re giving me lemon lime/ read this verse/ think
Your hot /your not/ you gone get shot/ wit my glock/ knocked the
Fuck out/ while I beat the clock/ you thought/ I couldn’t
Rap nice/ now I make you look like crap/ me and my gat/ plus a
Bat/ upside your head/ wind up dead/ hatred of you fed/ lead to
A confrontation/ no hesitation destroyed you like you was
My creation/ I put your name across the Section/ just be
Patient/ put you in out patient/ ill win this race/ then rub
My shit in your face/ I aint playing/ when I’m saying/ this
Shit/ I spit fire/ its my desire/ to rise till I cant get no
Higher/ white in my blood/ rub your face in the mud/ the roll
And smoke you/ like some bud/ you’re just a piece of crud/ crush
You wit my thumb/ like you a crumb/ come get some Dawouldali/ this is
Action/ stop asking/ questions n suggestions/ start the confessions/ you should be learning some lessons/ quit your guessing/ might get split by my Smith&Wesson/ D.G still testing/ messing/ wit my skill/ I still/ don’t feel your mayhem/ I’m
Bringing the raw war/ making you feel all the pain/ laying you
Out/ cause you like to run your mouth/ I’m over the typen shit/ take it to the mic n shit/ I’ve done made my confession/ I’m black/ diss
Me cause you think I’m white/ look at that name/ you
Got no game/ come up wit your own mane/ I steal off
No one/ showing everyone what I got/ turning this beef up a
Notch/ skill smooth like butterscotch/ you got no rhyme
Scheme/ you got no theme/ you seem/ to think/you got skill/ you still stink/ like pink pussy wit herpes everybody’s
Leaking/ up on ya/ go tell your crew/ how Bugsey just
Owned ya like his Casino’s/ mater fact/ tell em’ I cant rap/ tell em’ my rhymes
Are whack/ go act/ like you never got beat/ when you feeling
The heat/ as you read this and sit in your seat/ this is for
You/ just bob your head to the beat/ keep one thing in
Mind/ as I got you in a bind/ your running behind/ low on
Fuel/ you think I’m being cruel/ ill say this straight from
50/ you think you’re the shit like Ja Rule/ your just got ruled
Out/ keep running your mouth/ keep the word choking out/ on the
Cock/ I wanted to see what you got/ know I know you got
Nothing/ so nigga/ yea I said nigga/ stop frontin/ and go
Hunting/ for your skill/cause ill still/ be spillin these
Raps/ till the day that I collapse/ perhaps/ you’d like me to
Be nice/ think twice/ for you diss this ‘apparent’ white boy/ I you play wit
Guns like toy’s then I destroy/ hear me out / I’m the real Bugsey_Segal/ “no weak
Shit/ no fake shit/ if I ever take shit/ id eat shit/” that line
Straight from Em’/ cause right now you just made me feel like
Him/ killing you/ left n right/ all fucking night/ Dowouldali you aint
Shit/ two of my lines make look like a bitch/ take your shit back/ cause your
Black ass/ aint ready to attack/ See how D.G just got bombed/ like
Sad_dumbz/ n been_layedown/ just keep your head bobbin/ and ill
Keep the rhymes poppin/ while your shopping/ for your skill/ I’m
Real as they get/ they call my rhymes wicked/ so take your
Skill and stick it/ and this beef forget it/ cause your shits
Been owned/ I’m lettin it be known/ there was one thing you forgot
To do/ that was to/ read my warning label/ you aint able/ to
Keep this heat stable/ I’m taking you out/ got you shaken
Now/ I’m threw wit you/ someone get a judge/ while I go get a piece
Of fudge/ so be smart/ cause sometimes I eat at the heart/

"I spit fire/ its my desire/ to rise till I cant get no
Higher/ white in my blood/ rub your face in the mud/ the roll
And smoke you/ like some bud/ you’re just a piece of crud/ crush
You wit my thumb/ like you a crumb/"

NIGGA WHAT?????
yo ma man, u disappoint me yo. jus when i was beginnin to gain sum type of respek fo u, u gon go type up sum shit like dis? U gon spit sum nursery rhymes at tha god? U gon try to bail out by spittin sum nonsensical shit?
Then u gon try to shit on D for talkin tha truth. DOn't be mad at the nigga for speakin his mind, elevate yo shit young'n.
I'm probably younger than yo ass but mentally i'm light years ahead of yo stagnant, "I Bus Gats" mentality. I won't waste ma time witchu no mo young Bugsey. Never eva try to fuck wit me again coz Death is Guaranteed=D.G.

I Call D.g. as tHe WinNer. SeGAl had suMtin gOIn but He got SmOKEd liKE DEM chroNIQ grEENs

Men just coz got beat don't mean you gotta hate.... if you can't finish what you started your the fucking looser D.G.... BEANIE wins...!

both of you suck! im the winner!

Yo D.G I told you to stick 2pen n paper n get your shit talk right/ for now u better of jus leaving this site/ its clear your wack/ All your shit suckz/ You’ll never blow jack/ once I spit these few lines, this battles a wrap/ so pack your bags n leave my territory coz this game is over/ n over hear there ain’t no bending-over/ there no corners to go around/ so get your sore ass out of my straight bangin thread/ you heard me nigga don’t make me say it twice/ before I embarrass you in front of these peeps who think you nice/ going on them sites stealing lyrics from vanilla ice/ that’s why you ain’t gun talk’ you copyright/ everyone know you suck dick’ you wonder how? Here’s a tip/ after you do your thing wipe tha cum off your lip/ so get a grip throw a fit coz your gay ass cant handle it/ we all know you homo n we got proof/ I know your crying coz the shit I speak is tha truth/ just give up and admit so we can make this quick/ tell them how all these years you been feenin for tha dick :D … :P .. :D ... :P .1
Big up Atl….College_Park’ shout out to B_Mac… come do this shit.. These niggaz from the motherland got it like dat…lol nuff respect y’all.. keep it going.. please put the next Niarobi clown on my plate I’m hungry for a big good meal.....

mang theze african clowns suck! tha fuck u got into this forum anyway?@!@!$ y'all need to take it 2 tha skreetz knamean cuz..hA' fuck Y'all aint got shit on my tech9 gauged strappd ass![/b]

ha!! this nigga gon make me laugh man. nigga u was comin strong then u threw out dat lame ass verse an i ain't wanna reply to no weakness. Then u gon big up yoself as B_Mac. Nigga u weak. And Yes This Kenyan nigga from Limuru also reppin Nairobi (Big ups to Eastleigh) will merck yo ass again u weak clown. by tha mdosi, i didnt quit i jus don wanna battle garbage. ntakuvunja mgongo, msee.

little nigga i warned u before//im a lyrical pro, I spit tobasco flow - I got the hot shit// Bugsey a ho,colder than snow - his rhymes is frost bit,
little skill he had - challengin' Da God he lost it// my raps stay fire blazin, am I cool? hardly, sicker than H-I-V niggaz jackin' off at pool parties//
lyrical swimming, my mind bending, time sending verbal vortex//
rhymes rough like Gore-Tex, bloodier than bitches wit' braces givin' oral sex// talent is gifted like Christmas, I rap flows something delicious//I'm spitting this ridiculous, arbituous wordplay// absurd word nerd, hey, but what could you say//I love hittin this bitch nigga segal wit raw nairobi hip hop// lyrically dressed like metaphorical tank tops and some flip-flops,
Busey i sunned u, u could never hit me or get me I'm sickly//
leave you in a depression like the fifties and the sixties//
I battle any nigga hardcore to light troops lames to tight groups//
more punchlines than Mike Tyson in pin-striped suits//
Nigga u gassed like ass and u aint tyte duke// u? hype? i seriously doubt that// bitch nigga always stumblin an mumblin bout how he got teks// then he gon say im a bitch coz i don't gun talk in ma scripts//violence I ain't 'bout that, just verbal murder with mouth raps//
u ho ass nigga, u gon big yoself up two minutes apart an u wanna battle me? D.G. gon cause yo fam misery when u suffer this tragic tragedy//
then get blessed, I get respect//
dismember your legs and say - 'get up, stand up' whose best?, whose next//I know you wanna get me - but ohboy flows too swiftly//
rhymes ill and sickly - even AIDS viral cells miss me//
get me? I'm a lover of non-violent hip-hop culture//
but diss me? I'll scavenge thee like a vulture//
straight up bone crusher - hip hop chiropractor//
crowd husher - segal is fake like a loud hustler//
wardnine not to be taken lightly like pussy helium cats//
when I step through - you'll see me concealing you raps//
Got mad dap - however I sever, and stay light as a feather//
tight flows stick together, Bugsey suffer endeavor like Alaska suffer bad weather//oh no he can't see, but he can still see me CUMMING, cause I ejaculated in his eye//He shoulda known this day was summoned anticipated by lyrical gods in the sky.

B-Mac, u's a mu'fuckin clown as well. y'all baby niggas an ain't seen half tha shit Nairobi niggas seen so muzzle dem jaws aiight. Bugsey, on tha real, u cannot see me at all, not wit binoculars,not with nuthin. u seemed like u had potential but u turned out to be an illusion, a mirage on sum shit. stay outta ma line of vision. KENYA STAND UP!!!!!

bitch nigga always stumblin an mumblin bout how he got teks// then he gon say im a bitch coz i don't gun talk in ma scripts//violence I ain't 'bout that, just verbal murder with mouth raps//

D.G QUIT IT WHY GOTTA BEAT A NUCCA WHEN HE DOWN.

SEAGAL PUSH YOUR WEIGHT UP NUCCA

BRRRAAAAADT NAIROBI RUNNIN UP ON THIS NUCCAS

KENYA STAND THE FUCK UP!

d.g. got dis-here locked. mi gwaan vote fi Nairobi brethren.

F*ck nukka. D.G that shit was beautiful right there. unlike them other bullshit battles nukkas tryin' on me. keep up.

No amateurs........

knoka

YEA I LIKE SEGAL BUT D.G GOT THA UPPA HAND ON THIS JAWN.

KENYA GETTIN IN Y'ALL BITCH ASSES. THATS WHASSUP

hey D.G. u still in Kenya or are u livin abroad?

Yo good looks on tha positive feedback, peeps. Nah Damu i ain't livin in Kenya. I live in Bosotn for da time being but ima be heading back to da motherland in December. Nuff Respect. Kenya Raise Up!!!

:P :P :P :P :P :P :P Mr.Boston

Awiight you fucking monkey! :D I see everybody voted on you...I aint mad at you' I see you too legit to quit huh... I guess DA GUEST got this round! u clown! lol! nuff respect 4hitting back at all my threadz with skill! lol...come twice as nice in the next round...the spot's about to get hot...keep the next shit strictly 16bars (at most 26)- coz some of you niggas are drifting off the subject and straight babblin! you down or what? Mr.Boston...holla@this Atl/kenya cat... as4 Barbra_Macintosh.. holla at ur nigga bitch! No hating, respect the ratings!....................................................................1 8)