mikuz:


Lol, me boss

Respect.

Emaprince:
ema gene.

Nice concept but wrongly used and worded.

Greetings legend.

Man, shoutout to Darkrebel. One of the sickest textcees of my set. If not the sickest.

I’ve been reading up some old bars and it’s only right I pay homage. This is me giving you your flowers, Darkrebel. You are appreciated.

God bless you wherever you are. No cap.

Busted.

fadal:
FADAL, SEPTEMBER 3, from me to you:
Yo, I'm still popping the Ruger, duke
Still hop in the newest coupe
Still got me a hootie-hoo, still got me
From Rucka, too. And she will swallow a hoola-hoop
Ask around: she will swallow the Juicy Fruit
They can't tell em cats how them bullets
Propelling fast, leave your head and melon smashed
Hella fast in a yellow cab
Uh, comes to doing this, yeah you so great
When it comes to doing shh
Ok, you spit, you've got the flu: you sick
Homeboy, I'm rich! I got the coupe from this
I got the car, the crib, I got the roof from this
Plus I got your girl thinking I'm the cutest Dip
That'll hurt your heart, but I'm working hard
Y'all some hating chumps, back to making bucks
Boy, I'm so used to dishing the bird out
I bought a crib in the tree so I could live
In the birdhouse. S*I*G, boy, you know what
Them birds bout. Gun in each hand
So you know when them birds out

https://lyrics.az/amp/juelz-santana/-/rap-city-freestyle.html

BUSTED 2

fadal:
The same thing that make you laugh, you gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun, you could die from one
Even the deer can run the jungle till the lion come
If you make a living off the shit that niggas dying from
You gon' get guap until the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that you're buying from
Or sit in prison for wild time for buying 'some
I speak the truth these other nigga got lying tongue
So if there's level to this shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you guys gon' try climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, don't even matter
Cats will back stab you just to make their pockets fatter
That's why they're pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that rhyme
But don't make sense most of the time
And most of the lines that they rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes that's stupid not using most of their minds
Most crimes that's committed is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting shit that's fictitious and try to mimic
Don't imitate a nigga that been a fake, he a gimmick
They should put me in a Guinness, most punchlines, invented
And if I diss a cat in a rap, that nigga finished
I got in it to give niggas the business, not for the business
I'm highly recommended but this shit is not exciting me
You wear tight clothes, but you're flows ain't tight to me
I know you trying, man, to find a man as nice as me
But a blind man like "damn that would've been a sight to see"
No one can stop me, I'm cocky and got the right to be
Ey, they shoulda never gave a mic to me
You would think BIG, Big Pun and Big L ghostwrite for me
And I could box, you do not want to pick a fight with me
I'm not in the best shape like I would like to be
But I exercise every time I lift my pipe to pee
I know you would like me see battle whoever
But that's like getting Mayweather to go and fight for free

https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Cassidy-10/Control-Cassidy-Diss

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

Deheaded flows.. strange word, but textcees, I’ve beheaded those/
Who wants smoke?/ I’m one of the old folks/
Who designed the scrolls/ and redefined the flows/ by revising trolls/
You new niggas hòes/ I chew you like food in my bowl/
Grown man bars ‘cause you bítches can’t take a joke/ let’s take a stroll/
Since I was fifteen I’ve been slaying folks/ I’ve been dòpe/
Did The Jig first then I slide through some more/
Been on vacation/ cause I seen too many nìggas hating/
Underrated but they know I’m one of the greatest/
I cremated textcees since back in the days/ now I’m back in the game/
Back to spanking the fake/ I script fire but y’all be lacking the flame/
Limerick is lame/ only time I feel that nìgga is when I’m smashing his dame/
And I don’t even hate/ Bìtch i’m just rhyming/
The smoke I’m supplying/ you rap nìggas all dying/
Let my rap get you inspired/ check the Benz that i just acquired/
I’m on fire/ you rap nìggas rather sing like a choir/
Rich before rap money/ I get paid and smash honeys/ In Club Cubana, sippin’ Dom Pérignon and black honey/
I never lack money/ and I’m on your playlist/
Bags so big– I could fund a nation/ so stop playing/
You broke nìggas need fundraising/
I’m sleek with it/ Teddybiyasi wildin’ out lately so she might need some dìck/
I’d hit that but you better not turn on me ‘cause you been a bìtch/
or Imma bring horror to you live like DJ Switch/
Fūck kickin’ knowledge, I need these nìggas to kick a bucket/
She knows that I’m solid so my dìck she wanna suck it/
I’m the one they call when y’all can’t get shìt right/ so stop acting tough like you Jim Iyke/
On Facebook, I put Mikuz in a bag and took his shine/
Buried Fluxmind’s career. . . and wrote bars that chased the Dark away like Jim White/
It’s Giyaz, I script insane lyrics/ y’all lame with it/
I mastered my craft, y’all stuck up like enslaved nìggas/
Life ain’t fair but I don’t play victim/ I just grind and make millions/
I will never die if my money could pay for it/
Textcees hall of fame. . . I should be ranked with Ibime/ cos to be frank, I’m one of the greatest/
But y’all point-blank hating/
I’ve brawled legends/ have you forgotten quick?/
How I mauled Mailmalc on the front pages/ and put that nìgga in the news like Don Lemon/
My life’s a movie/ building an empire like Cookie/
Cause I learned the ropes that can hang a rookie/
You new niggas pussìes/ couldn’t take my shine if they stick diamonds on your head like Lil Uzi/
So be on the lookout/ I’m coming for you clowns/
Liricyst tied the knot but who gives a fúck? I’m letting it loose now/ bring beef to dude’s house/
We got scores to settle. . . So these shots I’m sending will leave his bìtch wet like a shootout/
Back in the battlefield/ now tell me, who wants to battle who?/
Coulda battled Bruce. . . but imma pass cos he mid like ELYMAXiimus/
Ain’t that ironic?/ my bars are chronic/
Too iconic/ and quite demonic/
You call me a dìckhead cos you recognize your wife was on it/
Giyaz is too deep like he down with Satan/ and I will never change like the rock of ages/
Call me the savior of rap, you’re not mistaken/
and if a nìgga don’t believe, then he’s just a pagan!!


#Yazareth

So Giyazz went on and awokened the beast/
I go through his script, finna charge him doctor fees, was hoping he's sick/
It was all quotes full of sheet and boastful deceit/
Like a calabar man preserving dog meat, I'm smoking this bitch!/
We did battle, you got a new watch, I won't talk about that time you lost
Seek a new text battle with me? You couldn't find the words/
Plus I did marry, isn't that sign enough?/
That this is a game of hang man and I'm here to tie the knots/
It's your neck in the noose, with your death on the news/
Leave your corpse in prostrating position, you will respectfully lose!/
Come after mine? They should have told ya you'll die young/
Last time you wet a b!tch, your girl lent you a shoulder to cry on!/
I see you both, target just you, hit the Buretta and spray/
That lead hit her as stray, now she's down with Satan, the hit led her astray!
Claims he's perfected the craft the idiot's not mastered yet/
Jesus of Nazareth, come get your devious son Yazareth/
Hold that thought, not sure i can certainly wait/
So let me send this kid on an errand straight to the heavenly gates!/
Giyazz, fvck a countdown, your time is up
Talk about you on top with the dopes, you just high on drugs
Dawg, you are all bark but only brave enough to bite the dust
I got an eye out for my siblings and I love the sight of blood!
In blind rage, I drive a sword into your spinal cord
It is so sharp, it is bound to make the final cut!

liricyst:



So Giyazz went on and awokened the beast/
I go through his script, finna charge him doctor fees, was hoping he's sick/
It was all quotes full of sheet and boastful deceit/
Like a calabar man preserving dog meat, I'm smoking this bitch!/
We did battle, you got a new watch, I won't talk about that time you lost
Seek a new text battle with me? You couldn't find the words/
Plus I did marry, isn't that sign enough?/
That this is a game of hang man and I'm here to tie the knots/
It's your neck in the noose, with your death on the news/
Leave your corpse in prostrating position, you will respectfully lose!/
Come after mine? They should have told ya you'll die young/
Last time you wet a b!tch, your girl lent you a shoulder to cry on!/
I see you both, target just you, hit the Buretta and spray/
That lead hit her as stray, now she's down with Satan, the hit led her astray!
Claims he's perfected the craft the idiot's not mastered yet/
Jesus of Nazareth, come get your devious son Yazareth/
Hold that thought, not sure i can certainly wait/
So let me send this kid on an errand straight to the heavenly gates!/
Giyazz, fvck a countdown, your time is up
Talk about you on top with the dopes, you just high on drugs
Dawg, you are all bark but only brave enough to bite the dust
I got an eye out for my siblings and I love the sight of blood!
In blind rage, I drive a sword into your spinal cord
It is so sharp, it is bound to make the final cut!

You are ill

liricyst:



So Giyazz went on and awokened the beast/
I go through his script, finna charge him doctor fees, was hoping he's sick/
It was all quotes full of sheet and boastful deceit/
Like a calabar man preserving dog meat, I'm smoking this bitch!/
We did battle, you got a new watch, I won't talk about that time you lost
Seek a new text battle with me? You couldn't find the words/
Plus I did marry, isn't that sign enough?/
That this is a game of hang man and I'm here to tie the knots/
It's your neck in the noose, with your death on the news/
Leave your corpse in prostrating position, you will respectfully lose!/
Come after mine? They should have told ya you'll die young/
Last time you wet a b!tch, your girl lent you a shoulder to cry on!/
I see you both, target just you, hit the Buretta and spray/
That lead hit her as stray, now she's down with Satan, the hit led her astray!
Claims he's perfected the craft the idiot's not mastered yet/
Jesus of Nazareth, come get your devious son Yazareth/
Hold that thought, not sure i can certainly wait/
So let me send this kid on an errand straight to the heavenly gates!/
Giyazz, fvck a countdown, your time is up
Talk about you on top with the dopes, you just high on drugs
Dawg, you are all bark but only brave enough to bite the dust
I got an eye out for my siblings and I love the sight of blood!
In blind rage, I drive a sword into your spinal cord
It is so sharp, it is bound to make the final cut!

Lol

It could make the final cut/ but Giyaz will make your babe’s vagina flood/
When I grab her by the pússy like a phrase by Donald Trump/
I’m crazy, wild as fùck/ so you should’ve not responded/
Your rhymes are blunt that’s why they got your mixtape discarded/
And you literally got a miss, so you failed your target/
I’ll disgrace this butthead till he needs therapy/
This married man still replying shots, he really must be scared of me/
Last time I called him out, he developed cold feet/
So that crap about how i lost to you is ALL CAP like typography/
Now better take your time/ if you rap, I’m here to save your life/
I’m like Jesus in this bìtch, but I won’t hesitate to nail your wife/
Or make a sacrifice/ and send his soul to heaven/
Slice his torso and leave him with a broken pelvis/
then have him decapitated, so fellas gon’ see the head of Liricyst on the roll like the Headies/
Now you’re dead and your wife’s conflicted/ but I’m quite convincing so I’ll make sure she don’t miss him/
You’re down six feet for the weak rhymes you scripted/
While she getting her àss busted like Dj5naira victims/

GIYAZZ:

Lol

It could make the final cut/ but Giyaz will make your babe’s vagina flood/
When I grab her by the pússy like a phrase by Donald Trump/
I’m crazy, wild as fùck/ so you should’ve not responded/
Your rhymes are blunt that’s why they got your mixtape discarded/
And you literally got a miss, so you failed your target/
I’ll disgrace this butthead till he needs therapy/
This married man still replying shots, he really must be scared of me/
Last time I called him out, he developed cold feet/
So that crap about how i lost to you is ALL CAP like typography/
Now better take your time/ if you rap, I’m here to save your life/
I’m like Jesus in this bìtch, but I won’t hesitate to nail your wife/
Or make a sacrifice/ and send his soul to heaven/
Slice his torso and leave him with a broken pelvis/
then have him decapitated, so fellas gon’ see the head of Liricyst on the roll like the Headies/
Now you’re dead and your wife’s conflicted/ but I’m quite convincing so I’ll make sure she don’t miss him/
You’re down six feet for the weak rhymes you scripted/
While she getting her àss busted like Dj5naira victims/

Great Headies wordplay

dj5naira:
Busted.



https://lyrics.az/amp/juelz-santana/-/rap-city-freestyle.html

I always know, that fadal guy is a pussy ass rapper with no brain, copy and paste Lord
Shame on you fadal, that why I never replied your diss shit on me, cus I know it's another copy and paste shit

Am the only real rapper around here
The rest are wannabes
All I ever drop here is freestyle not a bitter like fadal

lemme reminisce my thoughts/fell in love with this drugs/ crack cocaine cus.. I feel dead even though am alive... fûck it, it be better if I die tonight/
speak with God, tell him I prefer hell than heaven/
fûck the devil.. he sitting on my throne..I be coming with Ak-47.

you like This right?...me talking about body bags/ reloading gats...slaying cats... who thought them emcees/ fûck this..am the best since, you were YOUNG.. na my son just turned six.

dj5naira:
BUSTED 2


https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Cassidy-10/Control-Cassidy-Diss

hahahahfdha I still smoked his ass even with his copy n paste shii

Born2winKingOG:
lemme reminisce my thoughts/fell in love with this drugs/ crack cocaine cus.. I feel dead even though am alive... fûck it, it be better if I die tonight/
speak with God, tell him I prefer hell than heaven/
fûck the devil.. he sitting on my throne..I be coming with Ak-47.

you like This right?...me talking about body bags/ reloading gats...slaying cats... who thought them emcees.

I noticed again you've been causing so much trouble

I mean I don't wanna be rude but enough with baby cuddle

its time we go hard like rock when it crumbles

I give you old school news like paper in the bottle

m like a submarine in a puddle

I can't cover my shine you always see me coming.


Now that you know am after u,u better get contraceptives

not for fxxk protection,guess you'll need em for you sex services

come to think of it,its worthless arguing with mad people

waste of time like rearranging shattered glass peices

my raps is now on bonanza,you can buy the lyrics at affordable prices

it seems you can't see the picture clearly

but I can certainly get you affordable glasses

run along now you don't wanna get caught up in some devastating crisis

guess I'm guilty when the earth is twirling like rolled dice


Anyways Dj5naira thanks for exposing the copy cat

I mean he copypasted and still was lame

dunno if he did it for glory or fame

guess he couldn't handle the heat so he needed to cool down with the breeze from the wind vane

how long did he think he could keep it up

lil did he know his tiny lil secret gonna flop

guess I'll end it here gotta go take cocktail and small chops

GIYAZZ:
Man, shoutout to Darkrebel. One of the sickest textcees of my set. If not the sickest.

I’ve been reading up some old bars and it’s only right I pay homage. This is me giving you your flowers, Darkrebel. You are appreciated.

God bless you wherever you are. No cap.

Long time, man. Hope you've been doing fine?

https://www.letras.com.br/classic-battle/cassidy-vs-freeway-put-a-beat-on

fadal:



I show you how this can taste

Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate

I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually

And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie

I'm tired of niggas screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range

Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change

I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king

Till it look like niggas play hockey on my chain

I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face

Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8

Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed

You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head

Off the side of the bridge off some Nino shit

I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit

Niggas gamble with they life on some hero shit

And get a fuckin' scared face on some Pacino shit

Now I might not know it all, but be known this

When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips

I'll pass yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane

I'm a pit, you a pussy, so we don't mix

Go 'head, spit bout yo jewels

I luv that they froze up

You gon' do the same thing when Fad' put them foes up

Take em all off and race off like I drove up

This year, Raw 16s, nigga, no cut

Busted 3

https://genius.com/Yvngmack-past-to-future-lyrics

fadal:
Ha I dnt know wat y'all thinking
raps old timey Abraham Lincoln
for me raps come easy
I feel like two chains or wheezy
U ain't getting no freebies
Me I think y'all all freaking sleazy
I'm rocking in my one man gang
Yeah just doing my thing
Y'all lucky that my raps over
So pull out a freaking 4leaf clover

Busted 4

https://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/showthread.php?t=143061

fadal:



you only gots four-min to get your form-in.
force it more kid, it's raw wit you're flawed with.
his steez seems boring; see Z's like he's snoring.
I've seen these p***ies performing like porn flicks.
I'm better developed; the lyrical imagery forms pics..
it's swords of war and you've drawn the short stick.
my style's born sick.. y'all still aint caught it?
the very second I spawned in a storm hit.
see fam.. you took shots first with twoforty seconds..
D-rank.. like you took shots first with two forties second.

BU5T3D

100Barz:
Am 'pissing you off' "URINE TROUBLE(YOU'RE IN TROUBLE)"
You are not on 'fire' prick, you "NONCOMBUSTIBLE"
Hollow-tips "RACK BODIES" of this "COPY CATS"
I "BAG BODIES" in "BODY BAGS"
Like Jim Brown imma have this bitches "RUNNING BACK"
Pussy getting 'Cold Feets' like "BARE-FOOT IN WINTER"
So i "DARE YOU TO HIT-BACK"
Light Drizzle is all you get in a "BRAIN-STORM"
Spitting "HAILSTORMS" in "GREAT SWARMS" and leave your body in its "DEBASED FORM"
Bleep 'hot' that's "HUMIDITY"
and you can't mix Money with "STUPIDITY"
You are at the 'end of the line' this is where the "ROAD ENDS"
Your 'Lines are Pointless' like pencils with erasers at "BOTH ENDS"


Hit me up son

Chei!

Busted 5

fadal:
I only got half way thru , I felt like calling yogi cuz your shet is boo boo
A picnic basket with only fruit, but at least you rep what you do

.you can call me ****, my name be in and out them haters mouth
Yall see what i bust nd trust you gonna throw in the towel

.f*** a metaphor , I don't need you to see the picture
You probobly a sleeper, I'm n addict your a tweakr in the mixture

. Open your eyes nd try to focus, its like Apollo wrote this
I'm not a god a simple locus, and. A vocalist

https://www.rappad.co/rap/732021

https://www.rappad.co/blueprints/94190

fadal:


Fuk where you from, eff yo whole crew
I just screwed the bish that just screwed you
Outta all your cash, nothin you can do
And I stick around like an effin' tattoo
Your flow washed up you the washed up crew
Guns in the jeep as we pullin up to you
We about to do a sweep as we yellin' out Su Wu
And yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin' without truce
Suicide attack someone go and get the noose
As I hear the beat drop I'm about to go loose

Smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze
Starin' down the barrel bet that you seen better days
Tell me what more can I say, I can kill it all day
Speed dialed the coroner, got some bodies for ya
Blood on the carpet, death in the beat
And I keep it G always like I'm straight up off the street
Hustle like I need it, flow is ice cold
And I'd tell you that I killed it
But we already know
And I mean it when I say that's the way the story goes
Leave the King in the castle ... Deheaded flows

bu5t3d

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

Deheaded flows.. strange word, but textcees, I’ve beheaded those/

GIYAZZ: Grown man bars ‘cause you bítches can’t take a joke/ let’s take a stroll/

GIYAZZ: On Facebook, I put Mikuz in a bag and took his shine/

Born2winKingOG:

forming gangster, saying your BACK for real/
so what? we should CLAP both kneels?/
lil open teeth nigga, better ask mikuz for some betting tips/ or visit the crypto thread, ibime is there monitoring dips./






#bars

JigsawKillah:
Late 90s, she had us bring out our P's, alphabetic jest

JigsawKillah:




Hmm the game changed, you old niggas with same game
We told niggas we gäng bäng, behind bars, it ain't jail
We flung out your tests but still we ain't fail
You is a teacher without a classroom, eh, you ain't safe
My boys are in the back seats, you want the class? Have it, bro
We spinning cöck tales and girls wanna mix, it's Bacardi though
The last one, what's her name again? Kamala Harris? No?
Oh. You can't relate. You still fücking with boys, what's the tally, hoe?

Wahoo!

GIYAZZ:

The boy is slow/ I got that poison flow/
When it’s war time I’m a joyous soul/

GIYAZZ:

Jig ain’t really built like that. . . so the next punch I’ll deploy will destroy his home/

Argh!

liricyst:



So Giyazz went on and awokened the beast/
I go through his script, finna charge him doctor fees, was hoping he's sick/
It was all quotes full of sheet and boastful deceit/
Like a calabar man preserving dog meat, I'm smoking this bitch!/
We did battle, you got a new watch, I won't talk about that time you lost
Seek a new text battle with me? You couldn't find the words/
Plus I did marry, isn't that sign enough?/
That this is a game of hang man and I'm here to tie the knots/
It's your neck in the noose, with your death on the news/

GIYAZZ:

Lol

It could make the final cut/ but Giyaz will make your babe’s vagina flood/
When I grab her by the pússy like a phrase by Donald Trump/
I’m crazy, wild as fùck/ so you should’ve not responded/
Your rhymes are blunt that’s why they got your mixtape discarded/

GIYAZZ:

You’re down six feet for the weak rhymes you scripted/
While she getting her àss busted like Dj5naira victims/

Henuell:


I noticed again you've been causing so much trouble

I mean I don't wanna be rude but enough with baby cuddle

its time we go hard like rock when it crumbles

I give you old school news like paper in the bottle

m like a submarine in a puddle

I can't cover my shine you always see me coming.

Now that you know am after u,u better get contraceptives

not for fxxk protection,guess you'll need em for you sex services

come to think of it,its worthless arguing with mad people

waste of time like rearranging shattered glass peices

my raps is now on bonanza,you can buy the lyrics at affordable prices

it seems you can't see the picture clearly

but I can certainly get you affordable glasses

run along now you don't wanna get caught up in some devastating crisis

guess I'm guilty when the earth is twirling like rolled dice


Anyways Dj5naira thanks for exposing the copy cat

I mean he copypasted and still was lame

dunno if he did it for glory or fame

guess he couldn't handle the heat so he needed to cool down with the breeze from the wind vane

how long did he think he could keep it up

lil did he know his tiny lil secret gonna flop

guess I'll end it here gotta go take cocktail and small chops

dj5naira:

Nigga I saw ur lines and barz against Hydr0gen

Guy you are really guilty for putting him below 6 ft

I mean the "winning H 2-0 someone get him water" WAS SICK,

That line could destroy his entire fleet

Your barz are fxxking creative

Imagine The Top 1 against the Bottom 1 haha,Hydro needs new kits

Cause your mouth is enough to damage all his teeth

Guy you try well

"Where are you!"/ barked d hunny boo/ n dat's cos she's h.orny, boo!/
She no let me complete my wordlys too/ ass turn back, I gbadun d lovely view/ too much in a hurry 2 Ruh-hee! Wuuu/
My styles dogg...y.., ........oya Scooby do!!!/

Kamakazi/ on a ghetto level if ya ask me/
Coolest OG on e'ery album, Papa Razzy/

Take not my outspoken phrase/ as broken weights/
Know this ye "cocks, mates, hen" that I could eff y'all "f.ucks in open space!!"/

Please, when?/ no liquid from u so-called players of d game....
you should flow with ease, damn/ you Antoines need the grease mehn!/

Talk o' d town, what u c in movies n Netflix/
Singles moved as groupies down to East/
now e'ery wants her nudies and d pics/
upgraded da Fugly in Disney, . . brought out the beauties in the beast/

The way I shoot at nerds/ and be like "...make una face book abeg!"/
they think im marksman but i've never met Zuckerberg/

'tis no coincidence/ that ma manners grandiloquent/
+ Gun skills solid, boy! im Mag~nificient/

I cannot ball wid.........okay lemme be specific as much/
Cos you fanatics are lost/ in generics and sorts/
hide myself in LEROY's body like i've gone INSANE, a proof that i'm allergic to nuts/

They think am marksman (MARK'S MAN) but you've never seen zuckerberg (MARK ZUCKERBERG)

your barz keeps relating to Fire and Flames�

DarkRebel69:


Long time, man. Hope you've been doing fine?

I’m fine, OG. Drop some bars!