Darkrebel:


Andrew Garfield is the boss ......

Gwen Stacy is not Peter Parker's girlfriend in the main comics..it just like Clark Kent, he dated Lana but settled with Lois .... Gwen Stacy is just his teenage love. His real lover is Mary Jane Watson

that means there wuld be a part 3. Cuz even harry osborn is nt dead yet.

NP --- SchoolboyQ ft kendrick lamar --Collard Greens

Oh, oh, luxury
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
that
Oh, oh, collard greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop
that
Oh, oh, down with that shitt
Drink this, smoke this, get down with the
shitt
Hey, oh, oh, down with the shitt
Cop this, pop this, down with the shitt
Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
Drop it, cop it eyes locked on your inner

darkrebel, do you have that shadyXV cypher lyrics with you?

fuckyouhard:
he's scared......dumb ckushy my toy

smh!!! from early mark to rosemary na wa for u and bruce.

Gbagaun! Cass Vs Diz

Gladyys:
m gud,can I ask you a question?

i'm all eyes!

ELYMAXiimus:

i'm all eyes!

Are you realy 15?

Gladyys:

Are you realy 15?

*o boy. See question*
i think i've answered this even before you asked.

Iffa hear say max na 15. He's 23

limerick wrote off topic and he is getting the win... I don't want to believe hate is making u ppl vote against FYH ...his verse is cool...
just saying

gottoboy:

Hehehehe! You want to get to thee root of thee matter?

Yes o

[quote author=ELYMAXiimus post=28638121]
*o boy. See question*
i think i've answered this even before you asked.[/quote
I guess so.

007Bruce:
darkrebel, do you have that shadyXV cypher lyrics with you?

Eminem "Shady XV Cypher" lyrics
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
My name is KXNG CROOKED, I snap on you rappers
often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my passionate
point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he's talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really
mention
Don't come around here flossin', Big Willies, we
really lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like
B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are comin' your way
then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin'
everything in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite
Sam
Bam, bam your body drop
Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count
Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in the booth rockin' a biosuit made of
plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space,
interstellar rapid
Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through
Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With their hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is "kcuf meth nmad saggin"
That's backwards for "Bleep them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
Charge us, bodies fill up them damn Rivers
Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the
god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened to Poseidon's trident
and Zeus' lightin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse
viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like
poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort science
That means I'm higher than higher learnin', look in
my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny music's messiah returnin'
You die and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was
signin' Curtis
Cause I am murderous
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
(Joe Budden, Jersey City, New Jersey)
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it
really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the
rims
I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like
MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask an atheist
And if ain't a bomb at least I'm in the blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the
terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
Moment of truth, I give you facts right now
Bleep the cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's Bleep metaphors and punches, all the witty
shit
Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got an aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for the promo
Shit that bothered from the start
Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my
grandfathers heart
Yeah, but not the side that the beat is on
I'm supposed to put that to the side when the beat is
on
I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting the hearse
ready
These niggas only wanna ask me if the verse is
ready
Not the how do I feel, not the how do I deal
If that's the life, nigga, then how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see
the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the
bridge
But Bleep it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad
and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
I still drink till I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to
the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the lord
I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up
in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock
and roll community
For unity between country music and MCs, I'm
claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne
the god and Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me
Jesus Christ, I am the white devil!
Nah...
I'm still working, sawing, milling this tree
Building this house exactly the way I thought it
should be
Wanna take a tour? Let's see
I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style
mansion
Books, bears, trucks, boats, tyres, spares, four-
wheelers
Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on
call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns
on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops,
cowboy boots
Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my
Slumerican ass
CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on
the back porch is lit
Guess who's coming to dinner?
André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure
I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse,
just a pet to feed of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I've got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the
babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage,
tremendous, endless style
Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
FeFe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to
the blind
A 5, a 10, a couple hundreds layin' on the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard
work
Don't look under the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway
of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip hop is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre, Jay Z eat your
heart out
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
But these cyphers, I treat 'em like a war, don't want
no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door
to the greasy neighbors
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get
where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be honest I ain't feelin' like that, I just really
like rap
I'm not lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen states, these rappers
can't touch me
Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids when I was tryna
figure out who I really is
As a younger dude, life was somethin' rude
I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move
No rubber groove on my shoes had to fight, so
suspensions
I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school
Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause there's 4 of us
in the Slaughter
That's 3 to 1, I learned that in public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I
spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from
bein' done
Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece
For this Heatmakerz beat and brothers keep it 1
Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap
addicts
I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow
And subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it
Smokin' these new boys like my last habit
Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like
the last dragon
Hoes suckin' my drummer dick, they on my
bandwagon
I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole hearse, don't get body
bagged
[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]
These new rappers be askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say "Look, lil nigga listen here"
If I don't got no business there, I don't got no
business there
See there's a difference here
You hustlin' so you can be seen
Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear
I don't do it like other rappers do
When it's on time it's skull and bone signs at the
stu
We got guns you only find on your cheat code
screen
If you think I remind you of any of these niggas you
wildin' out
Like Chico Bean
When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just
clap in that direction
I look at this gat like it's an actual accessory
I'm anti-social so relax when you step to me
Nigga I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry
Your lil' stare downs won't fare well
I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey area
Last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman
Now imagine me hangin' with y'all and we rappin' on
the same song
Nigga I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws
Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on
I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda
shit
The only celebrity that give a Bleep less than me is
Marshawn Lynch
Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst
Cripple your style, your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a Bleep
Nigga I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay
Z
Stagger in your studio session with a bomb
strapped to my chest
Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby
Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin' to
JoJo and KC
Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blow that it got me
thinkin' that I can exchange sicknesses
This ebola for rabies
That's it, just livin' the rapper life
Banana clip in the air, lookin' like it's 'bout to start
singin' it's MAC tonight
MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs
rollin' up
I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't
give a Bleep what day it is
I'll have this club goin' up, Bleep with me
Mack magnet, attractin' enormous green
Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy
Mack
Cause this bitch is stacked, war machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size when you're
wack and your team's soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it
feels like she's jackin' the beanstalk
We both got marketing plans
Yours is to sell records and try to net more than
you gross for
Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever
disrespect me
And then go invest into a grocery store
Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you
like let's fight now
I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two
plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Bleep a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll shoot you and your sis if you insist
I got my eyes on the barrel
Silence is so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda
tied to the barrel
And he doin' this
[Verse 6: Eminem]
(My name is Marshall
I'm repping that motherfucking Motor City, bitch)
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began to trend-set, murdered the friend's pet
Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth
Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet
I'm already covered in sweat
I wasn't even ready to come in yet
AHH, let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile
And "Rap God" was a freestyle
Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on
the couch
And I'm freestyling now
I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow
It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul
Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal
I need my head banned like the guy who left
Cleveland Ohi-
And went to South Beach with his talents
Scream "Bleep you" on the way out and wink with a
smile
This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back
deep underground
But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm
singling out
Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle
a while
What the Bleep is this clusterfuck of busters
Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit
wonders
One swing and you're crowned
Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now
You think you fucking with me cause you sold like
300 thou
Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the
ground
Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand
people around
Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd
And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
But I'll show you a Mexican stand off
Between just these two amigos
Cause neither really wants to say what we're
thinking outloud
But I sure as Bleep think I know how rebody English,
no doubt
Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically
The Bleep is humility? What is a real emcee?
Royce, he came up in the shit with me
Never spit that hustling shit, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving a Bleep and plus with the history
And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery
Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-
positioning
So what in the Bleep is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em
And really been into diamonds since I put my first
record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from there
Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career
The Bleep am I gonna do until then? This job is too
fulfilling
Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in
And a mood to kill till I plow my Coupe de Ville
To some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-
Bear
Warrior's mind, I’m pro-hydrocodone euphoria
In the drug emporium line, I'm soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the
warning signs
Full on untill I go four wheeler driving
Gory and violent and horrifying
You surely won't find a more important
With this glorious rhyme with
But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up
I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am
I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan
Sam
When I said I could use the sample cause you'se a
tramp
But look how you react to this trigger like
When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam
You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands
It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan
But Bleep it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone
booth for Stan
I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band
Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed
In his pooper with lubricant...wait, that's too, I
can't...
Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old
college try
Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't
qualify
As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I
swallow pride
To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize
I think of all the times I compromised my bottom
lines
And thought of rhymes that sodomized your
daughters minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke
It's more of a knockout than Janay Rice
Play nice, bitch, I punch Lana Del Rey right
In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight
And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance
Til her head is banged on the railing
Then celebrate with the Ravens
Never dated an assailant that self-medicates with
inhalants
I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape
The aggression, rage and the anger
Cause them restraints on the ankles
Heavyweights and an anchir with handcuffs in
chains
This ain't enough to contain it
But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on
Stage in a fucking negligee everyday and Liz
Claiborne
Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson
Wait, slut your friends, what are they gonna say
Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
That eye that's seven/eights of the way shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Of these effing skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven
inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven inches from the floor
While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony
Get to sharing when I'm stretching it
Bitch, I'm a love-vendor so a limp dick is all you'll ever get
So if she's hesitant to get the hint
I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's
messing with
Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use sex as
a weapon
When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a
crescent wrench
Existential detriments to a lesbian devil
In the a presence stench of an estrogen level
That separatists like a Chechnian rebel
Impressionist with a pencil
A pessimist, with his lips pressed against
The edge of this Red Bull
Pedal to the metal I'm rippin' this shit cause right
away I'll give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly
as ever
You see what kind of effects she has on the
opposite sex when I push her flexible little sexy ass
through a plate of plexiglass
SHADYXV as perplexing as
The last fifteen years when I predicted my next
relapse
When I spit these lyrics so don't look at me weird
When I start shifting gears and shit besmears all
over Britney Spears
And these little Disney queers
Who use chicks for beards?
Just made that up too...
Oh in the Shady 2.0
We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the
Super Bowls
Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes
The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile
2 year old when I go to the studio
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it ho but you can blow
me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you
drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to
do
And I murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
Stewart
In one take, if I Bleep up I don't redo it
You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were
moaning to it
The day I don't say Bleep you all, you can throw me
through it
Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this from the hip
With the synonyms, Eminem isn't penning them for
the women
I'm an enemy to them and the epitome of an
inconsiderate idiot
But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia
They tryna get rid of me gadzooks
But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag
Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute
these raps through
And if I catch you doing anything
Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that
Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma be literally
Pickin' up and deliberately whippin' the Statue of
Liberty at you WOOOOH!
Bleep it

Iceskidd:
guykhena sheybi una suppose update our points 4 the group stage thread. e.t.c

Kr0ne will do that once the group stage fixtures rounds up..

Guykhena:


Kr0ne will do that once the group stage rounds up..

oh ok

Iceskidd:
oh ok

That should be after this group stage. Everybody has 3 matches

But I still get the same respect as Jay if I
came on
Stage in a bleeping negligee everyday and
Liz
Claiborne
Devastated from breakup with Kate
Hudson
Wait, slut your friends, what are they
gonna say
Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
That eye that's seven/eights of the way
shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Of these effing skanks on the way up
Oh, bytch thinks she's heaven sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with
seven
inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven inches from the floor
While I'm standing on the fourth floor
balcony

kr0ne:
Chai, God! nothing person no go witness for NL. Somebody just cool down type rubbish out inner madness come still expect win RapAcme must be very happy now. The guy been dey sweat before

l0l. . . .0ga kr0ne,,n0 b small sweatinq w0h!!

Ch0i. . .nawa w0h. . .c0medians plenty 4 here. . . .as 4 u limerick,,d electricity neva sh0ck u reach? funny lad. . . . .wea z airmark na?,

RapAcme:
Ch0i. . .nawa w0h. . .c0medians plenty 4 here. . . .as 4 u limerick,,d electricity neva sh0ck u reach? funny lad. . . . .wea z airmark na?,

Lol!

smh!!! i would love to see a rematch between

007B®UCE vs FUCKYOUHA®D

you guys should do something about it!!!

Iceskidd:
Iffa hear say max na 15. He's 23

You deyy mind αм? No βε only 15 na 10years

why all this sh¹†

the judges are not even encouraging at all

in my thread

kr0ne wrote worst bout ever

guykhena & co refuse to drop verd

fuckyouhard case as well

the judges started saying he's not serious

will this act encourage the glads or discourage them


in fact I'm pulling out
the host can find someone else to replace me with cause I'm fed up of this lame-sh¹†

*oneLove*

kr0ne:

Lol!

0ga kr0ne d tyn taya me w0h ,as dz limerick start dz 'i sh0ck' tyn 4 fb,,nd nw e d0n cArry am enta NL. . .mayb na 6ta tarl dy disturb im brain ^_^ . . . LIMERICK oya die

teddybiyasi:
why all this sh¹†

the judges are not even encouraging at all

in my thread

kr0ne wrote worst bout ever

guykhena & co refuse to drop verd

fuckyouhard case as well

the judges started saying he's not serious

will this act encourage the glads or discourage them


in fact I'm pulling out
the host can find someone else to replace me with cause I'm fed up of this lame-sh¹†

*oneLove*

teddy sweedy! Chill,,jez put m0re eff0rt baby,,i knew 0ga kr0ne sed dat 2 make u add m0r eff0rt!,dnt get angry dear. . . .

ITZ ACME

teddybiyasi:
why all this sh¹†

the judges are not even encouraging at all

in my thread

kr0ne wrote worst bout ever

guykhena & co refuse to drop verd

fuckyouhard case as well

the judges started saying he's not serious

will this act encourage the glads or discourage them


in fact I'm pulling out
the host can find someone else to replace me with cause I'm fed up of this lame-sh¹†

*oneLove*

Lack of understanding Äη∂ scheme is what ii think iss thee problem

mikuz come out here

gottoboy:


Lack of understanding Äη∂ scheme is what ii think iss thee problem

now they gave me escape from sambisa

chaiii

teddybiyasi:


now they gave me escape from sambisa

chaiii

hmmm,..i guess you most be the monalisa i knew back then on 2go...cuz you chat the same as her.

RapAcme:
0ga kr0ne d tyn taya me w0h ,as dz limerick start dz 'i sh0ck' tyn 4 fb,,nd nw e d0n cArry am enta NL. . .mayb na 6ta tarl dy disturb im brain ^_^ . . . LIMERICK oya die

So Limerick still dey die on top Tarl matter?