ha!ha!! u d only nigga whinin bout lyrics liftin bet u don lifted alot, bj aint none of my opponents replyn my isht wats it gonna be

this aint your spot hommie go look for super ted/u kissin my bitch man must love how my d*** taste u super nerd,

wat d f*** dat nigga say he flowshow/watchu thinkin man dis rap battle is a hoe show/or a beauty pageant(MBGN) well im judge so for u aint no show/cos u flow weak n i flow sick i kno u scared to spit/ my pen bleed for ur pain wen my lyrics hit d sheet/im god for u to battle dawg u gon need divine grace/ur lyrics is juvenille u need to learn how to put ur rhymes in place/give d mic bak u aint no rapper u just a tyme waste,

hey bj how we gon do this isht wen we dont neva meet online wit our opponents

im ur mental effort wen u physically worn out/call me d rap rebel leave the mic lyrically thorn out/cut me the checks kid even sissys smoke weed stacks up/treat my b***** like my weed always 'ready to wrap up,


realkid999@yahoo.com hit me,

Money dont make my world go round/i put my life thru d ink n let be heard thru a sound/aint neva bakd out on a thang always stood my ground/always keep my bounds/lotta niggaz is vain sell they soul for fake hype its so terrifyn/now a kid got his hope lost cos he thinks its rocket science n not tryin/e'day on d news is anoda teenager dyin,

moma told me God time is best/if i proceed thru loyalty n put my rappin first/my strategy to verse/ive been cursed wit words nuff to gime wat i deserve, na na,

moma said give it ur all n wait for Gods time/been a long time ive been tryna make my paws shine/tho its all fine aint nothin comin easy/i just gotta be me n do wateva dat please him/*real*,

my lyrics culd be a prose/intrinsic motivation got me droppin d flows/str8 from my mind,my xperience or maybe my goals/intepreted thru words xpressed to feel it/mental rhythm so its best wen i spit it/i breathe it,feel im connected to d blues of nature/u gotta learn to use d gift God gave ya/concieved in d mind it passes thru neurons to d axons n make me drop dis lyrics/how can wackness eva exist in me wen my legacy is supreme wit no gimmicks/im d realest stay foreva holdin it down/d passion innate u clowns can neva understand cos d luv is innit/its a rap y'll! u get plagued by jealousy blinded by beef/im just a valliant strongly guided by my belief/smoke to relief strictly harshish/pure green leave yea dats wat it is, *word*,

Ace! Ace!! Aaaace!!! yo im d nigga that put d A in R.A.P/so u bird niggaz know u gotta place d gap/cos im allergic to your feathers n your weak rhymes/somebody beta tell that bird bolajiboak he can't get a deal wit his weak lines/that kitten joo chet must think this whole rap thang is like nursery school rhymes/ nigga im d cold sweat when u on stage n can't recall all your cool lines/ Rythmically Appliead Poetry that is the definiton of rap/hip hop is a culture learn the tradition n quit bein wack/ Lord have mercy!!!

yo rhapsody wats up witchu

Y'll gotta fix me up wit that babe sharn dont the way she did bola,

runnin on my 3rd month shit dont look sane to me/still believn on change man cos shit look d same to me/still missin my fam,my homies i hope they stay up/too many memories man wishin it'll be no'mo oneday wen i wake up/tired of sein fake thugz playin hard like they game/thru gangstaz dont play,smokin cancer sticks dont make u hard in d game/niggaz really gotta understand dat fact man/im d bridge btw wats not n wats rap man/neva did tyme or shot a nigga wit a gat man/but i don seen more war dan u jokers cos im d bat man,

u dont compare legends thats a disrespect if u at all have any respect for hiphop d1twista, u need to check out this site to learn more on the tradition n culture of hiphop if u re a true hiphoppa www.templeofhiphop.org, Dont eva bring up such a topic again,

#14, wen is it kickin off,

Yea bro i feel u deep, my ppl kill themselves for ephemeral pleasures no value for human lyfe its the oil they treasure/Every kid got their role models as a superstar boys n gals dream to drive a super car/ This puts them in a state of the odinary,an ordinary mind state(common wishes), Im walkin with u my brother, Keep walkin, one luv

Isht is wack y'll niggaz is nothin but wet pussies/get some d*** n stop fussin,u pussy!/warnin chickens don't walk in d late night/beef is what i eat for breakfast n it taste rite/n we big dogs crack bones wit the villians/y'll need mo milk nothin but little kittens/sharn did u like nas baby moms did jay/n watchu say bla! bla!! bla!!! u think its contest/im d general overthrowin its a conquest/be a pity if come test / u niggaz is MBGN all pussy!!!

Listenin to common sense n some krs one makes me believe that hip hop aint dead, Its depressin how vain music infiltrate the system with fake rhymes n hype,

Dblock be writin gangsta movies n playin the actor/im from d blocks of shitta where gangstas is groupies n lil kidz gon cap ya/ surulere hussler nigga i move trees for the pastor /realkid u can ask duh, i spread the truth gospel nature luv n life/holla

There are times in our lives when we feel like its us against the world. Like nobody gives a shit about the curve balls life keeps throwin us, and the sad reality is that nobody really does. The one thing I do know is that we all struggle a struggle no matter who we are and if that is the common thread that ties us together, then maybe we can enlighten eachother through our pain. I don't know everything I'm still learning cos life is just a teahcer,

wats beef i eat it for breakfast come get some!!!

wats with this,