Kineticist:
...I'm fly as Bleep but presently I'm in a car drop

GIYAZZ:
8 MINUTES FREEZ

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I posess crucial sickness/ it's time for war and i fight with unusual fitness/
. . . why y'all cowards spit less?/ better pick up ya pen and get back to business!/

cos we gettin prepared for war/ whether you're wack or tight, you're gonna brawl/
stop the chats.. and exchange of words/ stop the name calling thing and grab yourself a sword!/

get your enemies gored/ make them bow now and start hailing you god/
. . . and if they come.. attacking like a raging flood/ pull out your swords and spill their blood!/

Kr0ne has shown his worth/ a spartan he is, a war god inshort/
. . . so y'all better drop your shots/ or prove me wrong, for calling you gods you're not!!/




RAP BATTLE: DOME FOR gods!!!!!

richommie:


its high time i punch dis girl/ for pastin nush in here/
. . . I ballin nets wit scores and awards... But u hardly score...u re john mikel/

so u better step back wen its rainin/ see i beat girls every yearly/
. . .fucck chemistry....my acidic punch on ya belly/ gon diss-figure ur oviduct, makin u bearin bases/

i stab mere niggers/ . . .reply dis diss if u think u re iller/
. . .cos imma stab ya fore-head. . . And wotch clergys shoutin ''nel-sin'' like dey are praisin mandela/

its obvious...she's alwas wit my diiick/ y is she alwas after every ishh..i spit/
. . .now we dont knw if she's after me..or mars...cos we alwas see her . . .textin ''mars-hello' aint referrin to dat mid-fielder of real madrid/

#YOLO

GIYAZZ:
Sinizia this is one of them old bars of mine that be looking like yours. I will bring up another one more similar though. Searching

sinizia:


It's not bad, better than my wack drops on FFR. I wanna drop some writtens on FFR, but i feel it's waste of bars.

sinizia:


It's not bad, better than my wack drops on FFR. I wanna drop some writtens on FFR, but i feel it's waste of bars.

obesemf:


Bleep your crews name, you don't want this rude game||
I ball all weather, I even murk you through rain||
see, all bitches are the same, so I bring you pain||
dem go dey scream "I'M DIFFERENT, I'M
DIFFERENT" as I lash them with two chains||



I spit you swallow, I'm deep you're shallow,||
I'm the deathly Hallows, u get left at sea like the forbidden cargo,||
your misfortune is strong, your bad luck is macho,||
the way we leave your 'good luck running, mate' the crowd will mistake you for Namadi Sambo |||


so i come with butchers, head cutters, and leg crushers, ||
to destroy the wannabe gods temple, now he just wonders,||
he lacks 'infrastructure', so the wannabe vet ponders,||
so i smash his 'skull into four', now una go look mirror inside, and boast of headquarters|||



see, i took the loot, and boot you aside,||
i shook the crooks, and cooked you alive||
look at this crime scene, i.readily shoot tha eye||
with the way i just 'lift hands and drop guns', una go think police just arrived|||


see I'm the illest, no matter how you say that rhyme||
you defied the rules, and you better lay that fine,||
i leave your crew screwed, this is pay back time||
you aint 'Shady', you whack, you'll only me an 'Eminem' if you stole the maybach sign|||


these niggas are cock suckers, they'd surely vomit cum,||
they also steal rhymes, i put the 'ache on' and cut the 'convicts'hands,||
Maine claims he's god, and he's got a boring charm,||
we know he's like Moses, his build ups never see the promised land|||

out

Verse - Raw

Navas in your building, smoke slow let the fumes in,
And my style 'Go slow' hit you up, feel the heat in?,
Da young badass, he's biased like a badman,
Straight from the underground is another man,
With another rhyme, you prolly can't underline,
Smoke Lotta tress, now his flow Lotta freeze,
He got Lotta cheese, but shyt still ain't for free,
I'm plain/plane sick, don't play tricks, see i stay fly like stray clips.. I'm A-LIST,
Phock it, don't smoke tress i smoke torches, so now i got
scorches on my watch list,
Watch me, Rip it like grave yard dealers, I'm ASAP killer,
Itchy finger trigger, switch pages like magazine readers.

See now i show you how to rap like my nigga Pac,
Let me show you how to trap like my nigga Park,
We going deeper like quan and my nigga rak,
So when i burst my clip, you better run like scenes,
I'm all Sci-fi like forensics, shyt never domestic it's electric,
All hail the microphone majestic, I'm a killer...
Especially when I'm on the beat like em old time scrillas,
I'm a real G, Capital Sk till my breath fades,
Check out my x-ray, see all my system x-rate,
I work all day, so yall bitches can tell I'm well Paid,
See my whole recipe? Yall can tell I'm well made,
Wannabe rappers original like FAKE cd plates,
But i see the FAKE in they names.. Nigga, and that's too bad,
So on this microphone I hit em up like 2pac,
This shyt is durag, all over your head you Sily douchebag,
You couldn't move pass these few tracks, if you was jack Stewart,
I stay on the line like utensils, check my credentials,
Navas never gentle when he writes with a Pencil,
Ya can't rise to my level if you ran around this temple,
I'm the real shyt.. You know.. Like straight from the Anus,
Don't fake with the haysus if you straight ignoramus,
This is straight hiphop, and it baits hiccups..
I'm hotter than a fire when I'm blazing off,
Motherphocking haywire now I'm chasing cops.
I mastermind rasta rhyme to blast ya mind then catch you in the afterlife to strife my rife..
I'm a killer... That's me, my tactics are classic,
And the fact is? You've been on the wrong classes,
My sword clashes like Titan, i hold the trident,
I defy men like cocks does to hymen........
Military ammunition, that's my world domination,
annihilate metaphors and word punctuation, with semaphores like war declaration,
In this rap generation im the Lord of my nation..
I'm a Cool g, and that's cool me, and I work around with my cool things, and I got cool blings..
And i got intellectual, Perpetual, Mr Lecturer, Flow like menstrual......#

jreyez:
Audio - http://www.datafilehost.com/d/cf7f6bc5

Supermiy:
acapella or with beat??

Wizzarro:
SHOT TO THE BRAIN
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Memories fades, People change, you lit
yourself up ey'll try to turn off the Flame,
am just tryna freeze, am just tryna rhyme,
am just tryna free these words from the
mind,
i just wanna see,
My thoughts turning Blind,
a Nigga Tryna sweep the Dust from His Eyes,
inaability to feel, as dead as he could be,
Lord knows his a sinner, his sins he
Overlooked him,
a soul beneath water, the devil tryna hook
him,
born of an angel, but then the Devil took
him,
He got Stuck in The Wilderness, a Place of No
Home,
ey burnt his seed of faith, He tried to Grow
Hope,
still ey stripped the nigga naked, ey gave
him no clothes,
they spat at a Nigga, he watched em throw
stones,
his heart shrinking slowly, ey feed on His
Life,
His Gatta kill the enemy to live or He'll Die,
life or death, He sees on the Signs,
Survival! Survival!
The Only thing on His mind,
he tried to see reasons, the pain on His
head,
what could he hold unto, The hate or the
Stress?
Even Heaven Gave Deaf Ears When He Prayed
for his Death,
a slave to Demons, with Chains on His legs,
He picked up a Sword, swung cuts to the
Metal,
broke free from his slavery, and Fought
wars with tha Devil,
he plotted, He schemed, He Murdered with
skills,
He slaughtered He Killed, He did all Of these
things,
curse in the Night, Hunts in the Day,
walking with Might, God with the Blade,
they all got scared of what he became,
they may never understand He took a Shot
to tha Brain...
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Nilla'

Wizzarro:
SHOT TO THE BRAIN " " " " Memories fade, people change, you lit yourself up ey'll try to turn off the Flame, am just tryna freeze, am just tryna rhyme, am just tryna free these words from the mind, i just wanna see, cause my thoughts turning Blind, a Nigga Tryna sweep the Dust from His Eyes, inability to feel, as dead as he could be, Lord knows his a sinner, his sins he Overlooked him, a soul beneath water, the devil tryna hook him, born of an angel, but then the Devil took him, He got Stuck in The Wilderness, a Place of No Home, ey burnt his seed of faith, He tried to Grow Hope, still ey stripped the nigga naked, ey gave him no clothes, they spat at a Nigga, he watched em throw stones, his heart shrinking slowly, ey feed on His Life, His Gatta kill the enemy to live or He'll Die, life or death, He sees on the Signs, Survival! Survival! Only thing on His mind, he tried to see reasons, the pain on His head, what could he hold unto, The hate or the Stress? Even Heaven Gave Deaf Ears When He Prayed for his Death, a slave to Demons, with Chains on His legs, He picked up a Sword, swung cuts to the Metal, broke free from his slavery, and Fought wars with tha Devil, he plotted, He schemed, He Murdered with skills, He slaughtered He Killed, He did all Of these things, curse in the Night, Hunts in the Day, walking with Might, God with the Blade, they all got scared of what he became, they may never understand He took a Shot to tha Brain... " " " " Nilla'

Blingston:

But brothers come/niggas always see me and 'reverse' like its portharcourt/

ELYMAXiimus:

nice stuff, man. The story teliing is top notch. Is there a verse 2?

Shekson:

I’ll make a total mess of them if the randy farts connive/

When I line the four & slash em like the tally mark for five!

@ Liricyst!!!!

liricyst:

lol....i believe that was my best line in my verse in the cypher..thats why i started with it. Thanks

Emaprince:
This kinetic guy, you get sense well well.

You are almost same as liricyst - executing ideas perfectly.


The fart/mess play is generic and weak. If it was a battle, it won't get you anything. You did good generally with some other new/original ideas. Same aplto Obesemf's 'running mate' line. Yes, he made it look more interesting due to "good luck" is part of it. Plus we can all relate to it. Running mate is generic.

You can do all that in FFR, but in battles, stay away from used ideas. We do not applaud them here.

Emaprince:
This kinetic guy, you get sense well well.

You are almost same as liricyst - executing ideas perfectly.


The fart/mess play is generic and weak. If it was a battle, it won't get you anything. You did good generally with some other new/original ideas. Same aplto Obesemf's 'running mate' line. Yes, he made it look more interesting due to "good luck" is part of it. Plus we can all relate to it. Running mate is generic.

You can do all that in FFR, but in battles, stay away from used ideas. We do not applaud them here.

ELYMAXiimus:

lol...... Just curious, what did you think about my verse?

Emaprince:
to me, your verse looked like something you rushed without settling down to arrange properly. You may think you had it good, but it wasn't. Same thing coogar said.

HAPPY BIRTH DAY to you though!