we are playin @ their tempo now

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Nice battle.
Nice punchlines, 2 both,
but

BOlaji Got this ,

NIce ONe


I dont drop bars I leave lashings and facial scars/
weak Alex act hard get your tongue cut out n dropped in a jar/
then i'll put da heat to ya chest so u can speak wit a warm heart/cuz many problems might cause an answer/
believe the boy is sick, every two bars is cancer/
f*ck fatlex im a true problem thats y niggas cant stand me/
and im da reason y a bulletproof vest is a fashion in alex family/
this lil nigga thinks he’s bad boy lyke mase/
Alex niggas will think ill gave a french makeover wheni put dem slugz in face/
im da truth here 2 murder da booth n alex want to risk hiz life like a roll of dice/
because this rap game stikk'z on me like white on rice
i will make alex petrified, even cry/
u kno what dey say, time is money/for madalex, it's time 2 b grimey/
i got a lot of dudes byting, want to b lyke me/i still shyne even when it's not sunny/
i swear i could spit to that rock, jazz, even heavy metal/
i bring da heat that is way hotter dan a tea kettle/
da way i spit 2 u is very special/
da way alex sound could get your face wrecked though/
i take u out lyke da black plaque/
i will burn u and make u turn darker dan flava flave/that pusy bullshyt i don't play/
im willing 2 pop Alex head off anyday,u already kno i spit that str8 hardcore shyt/
how u going to have beef n u not even legit/u's a fagot nigga that sucks off nigga's dickes/
keep on playin wit me and i'll have ya head popped open lyke a bag of chips/
i gurantee to make it go down lyke yung joc/ i got da keys, i got ya soft ass on lock.dey call me bodytown, i make niggas drop/
i know i got alex on panic/i have your soul sink way deeper den da titanic/i got goons from every race, from chinese 2 spanish/jus lyke a ghost, i'll have u straight up vanish/
i seen your shorty, bagged it, had sex/ i kno u will b very tight lyke spandex,that is something u will never expect/your girl being wit me is one thing she won't regret/ loved and hated, but still da best/goons waiting 2 shoot u in da street, so like 50, u wear a bulletproof vest/death for you is definitely next/dey will hit u wit da nine, ak, even da tech/
about me, it's money power and respect/so kid wen u come up 2 me, u betta come correct/i spit bars 4eva, but i ma stop, u fake and im real/these bars i spit got da hardest nigga horney lyke a girl's sex appeal,+ if i see your mother i'll straight punch her/
because my rhymez iz smokin i'll straight blunt ya. yo duck fucc out of here.and u have 2 get ready 2 duck 4 my rhymes.

when it comez 2 rap i got more flavor da snapple raccz,so when i spit i get more O'z den apple jaccz/
not known 2 grapple gatz but i grip nd squeeze pistolz,n unravel catz when im ripp'n theze misslez/
n the bust'n commencez i'll leave u nutt'n but senseless/
hitt'n u wit more AK'z den Russian defensez/
so when my finger tensez itz releas'n some death/
da bullet spinn'n atcha dome will be ceas'n your breath/
when i hitchu wit da chrome n have it creas'n your chezt,pluz im known from Newyork 2 france 4 alwayz teas'n da bezt/
wit my slicc wordplay nd lyrical mastery/
tak'n soulz of mc'z like a spiritual factory/
this not an act 4 me i actually grip micz/
nd spit tite wit punchez like heavyweight fist fitez/
n now i got da hataz on my dicc because dey rhymez miss like dey were hitt'n briccz/
but look at this i only lost one time/
but i bounc'd bout n won 12 kill'd niggaz wit one rhyme/
because im in my prime da shyt i spit iz str8 history/
niggaz talk'd shyt den what happen dey became unsolv'd mysteriez/
da shyt that i do iz what i say when i spit/
because niggaz from a-town  beat'n me ripley'z wouldn't believe that shyt/

you look mor like flava flav

@ alex



any replies?

O iigth cool,

ya rapz iz whacc minez iz action pacc'd nd daz a fact/
i eat sum leftoverz cold den ya headz roll'd nd froze in plastic wrap/
n been told he'z hot nd he'z jus so dopely dropp'n/
blaz'n a blunt so many bagz in da trunk u would thynk i went grocery shopp'n/
i'll put some smoke in ya place bring some coke 2 ur face/
no dime shit i got ultrasize zipz 4 hold'n some weight/
go Fo'z of da gage im slang'n da gatz quicc nd making my duez/
ask'n paper or plastic lyk im bagg'n ur food/
don beg 2 dis dude i give u nutt'n 4 free/
except a plastic bag wit da nasty waste of ur mother deceas'd/(Inside JOKE)/
flow'n my rage till nutt'n but da oceanz remain/
4real im baked i spill nd shake lyk thurrz a hole in da bag/
am i sane or jus act'n my brainz on itz last spin/
itz time 2 kill wit rhymez so ill dey give migranez 2 an aspirin/

i wanna battle somone one!

i got da fastezt fistz u'll need ya glassez fixed/
my punchlinez beat ass so get ya ass whipp'd/
my spit gas iz thicc leave u in da casket stiff/
stuff bodiez in da same bag till da plastic rip/
my barkz quite bad nd my bite mite kill/
but ur shook nd sleep wit a nite lite still/
im invest'n scemez so u knoe imma ride/
fedz wont knoe if itz suicide or homocide/
got gloccz on my side 2 protect da jewelz im in/
plus i run wit barbarianz nd hooliganz/
burn lead awesome wen im clutch'n da boy/
nd no homo wen i say fvcc wit ur boy/
get da bitch 2 holla show me some titz nd knocca'z/
cuz opeyemi kicc game lyk he knew a lil socca/
an if i cant find i'll give u one last choice/
snatch a loved one nd call 4 ransom in masked voice/
my team buried a few nd dey got gloccz on em/
in a hurry 2 shoot lyk dey put shot cloccz on em/

yall should dead the beef.
i aint post shit untilll yalll dead it,
it make no sense,
yalll all o-d on diz battle shyt.
yall could battle each other , but not o-d lyke yall doing it
so dead the fuc in beeef, !

JUSR CURIOUS

HEARD HE STEPPED ON MAD PEOPLES TOE,


WUT ALL YALL CANT BE GETTIN ON HIM LYKE DAT.


JUST DEAD IT, !!!!!!



AND LETS HAVE FUN AND RHYME!!! AND BATTLE 4 FUN!!!

I THINK BOLAJI, CAME OUT TIGHT AN REAL WITH HIZ PUNCH LINE AND RHYMES,

YALL SHOULD ATLEAST SHOW SUM F-IN RESPECT NOT DISSS HIM

HE IS WAY BETTA DAM SUM OF THIS CATS POSTIN CAPPY LYRICS AND CTRL+P SHIT,

SO I WILL GIVE IT TO BOLAJI,


AND PLS DONT COME @ ME PEOPLE, YALL DPNT WANT IT.

WHY YALL PICKIN ON BOLAJI?
WUT HE DID?

WHere am i ranked? wtf!

TRUE DAT>>> HE IZ A BEAST>> BUt ma cuzz hate HIm, cuz he is a mav fan, and he call him the contact champion

NASty SHYTTTTTt

Gym class heroes: clothes Off

may Fav NBA TEam iz the Phoenix Suns , , they got one of the best point gaurd in the History of nba, BEs Powe forward shawn marion and the Best centers Amure stumaire, lehendrio barbosa, feature hall of famer,
fav players:
Steve nash
Garnnet star "KG'
jarmal crawford
lebron james "KIng James"
ray allen
raja Bell "sharp shooter"
dirk Nowitski
Amure
eddy curry
aiigth dats it 4 now, still got more thoo

yup yup ya boi is bak on his shyt/
niggaz wanna talk slick, they will get hit wit da clip/
yall dudes really make me sick/
i ma bust a cap like i bust a nut on ya bitch/
yea im jus makin sure u recognize/
or u will get hit wit something to make your whole body paralyze/
ya boi stay fly always gotta get by/
in da club doin chicken noodle soup and auntie jackie wit my hamma on da side/
or doin the basic 1 2 step/
dude grillin me so i gotta pull out the teck, hit ya man in his neck/
he's on the floor running out of breath/
his whole team ran so there's no 1 left/
ppl ask me what happen i act like i don't got a clue/
u may not be the toilet, but i still shytted on you/
thats enough for this spitting recognition/
cuz im the thing what the games been missing//
check it,

call be E-bok cuz am Kobe

Ope iz bacc 2 tear ya up lyk a bad report card/
freestyl'n im nice but written i come off so hard/
many try n defeat da greatezt/
cuz i got money, hoez, n clothez i knoe y u hate diz/
so rewind n tape dis lyrical phenomenon as i spit as a great don/
as girlz love da magical sticc lyk harry potter but it ain't a wooden wand/
cuz im above n beyond ya rapperz who com'n out/
as i come 2 spit lyrical sense not nonsense i ain't here 2 thug it out/
im here 2 take out da trash n burn da garbage/
as u rapperz should learn from dis young artist who'z rhymez iz truly da hardezt/
my mind telipathically removez da versez of 2day'z rapperz n rephras'z dem wit minez/
as i change da young mindz of gunz n girlz itz time 2 rewind bacc to 89/
wen rap wuz sumthin we did 4 fun not caring 4 da dough/
as i come 2 bring it bacc u should already knoe im here 2 kicc da flow/
of rakim, eazy e, n talib kweli/
as a rapper 2 start it up we see da light finally/
dis iz not jus a written freestyle dis iz historical from a youngster/
not bout kill'n sex or drugz not rhymez of a thugster/
jus rhymez dat make u thynk not a sense 2 blink jus a renosance if i spell'd it right/
lyrical skillz teach'n young catz how 2 do it right/
let me finish dis off 4 da catz who can't keep up wit my lyrical geniuz/
destin'd 4 greatnezz since first day known as a fetuz/

AM ABOUT TO CUM BAKK TO DIZ SHYYT, I SEE SUMM WACK PEOPLE IN URRR,

MY son hood boi
he wack man , he need 2 go back 2 dr sessus learing green egg n ham
hood boi i aint tryin 2 diss u, but got 2 tell u son, go n come back hardd, u heard,

yoo hustler i noticed dat Shit 2 ,

All yahh , niggas wack

who are 2 battle 2day?

lean back or get leaned
papoose

check it
jus a freestyle off da dome nobody want to see me/
niggaz see me in da drop top everybody want to be me/
my skillz iz da best everythin hard my shytz flawless/
spit more flamez den game i belong next 2 christopher wallace/
my brain iz scrambling jus thynkin of what 2 spit/
jus turning sixteenjanuary 12 but i still wont be legit/
but if anybody want to battle i spit hott sixteenz that'll leave u exasperated/
because i battled my ni66a now im mostly hated/
but my hypothesis/
iz 2 sticc this pen write through your esophagus/
acknowledge how i'd leave your body chopped up in garbagez/
more rhymez comin because i haven't been writin o 4 a minute/
as i could spit 4 hourz all i want 2 do iz kill it/
everybody underestimatez how i write thynk i won't punch ya/
see your mother i'll straight punch her/
because my rhymez iz smokin i'll straight blunt ya/
but if i know u i'll probably take it eazy/
or jus be grimey n treat u like a burger do u real greazy/
but believe me nobody can really compete when i thynk on my feet/
because i spit acapella don really need a beat/
because im like a oozie i keep bringin da heat/
killin freestlers like da onez on theze sitez jus because itz my duty/
2 kill u wit no remorse 2 do like what i would do wit a oozie/
n jus be grimey n when your girl pass by grab her booty/
but jus thynk as i let da paper connect wit da ink/
do u like da mafia tie you to a bricc in da ocean n let your body sink/
i don even knoe how many barz i spit but ya niggaz not ready/
because i keep da shotty near my waste u already knoe da shytz heavy/
because my rhymez iz deadly killin more blacc people den aidz/
as im fierce like a renegade nigga jus let me out da cage/
im in a fvccin rage/
not done yet da gerbal in my brain iz still running on da wheel/
but 4real if ya talk shyt ya going to get da metal n da steel/
because im bout 2 cop a mill/
niggaz should call me wonder because i stay wit da bread/
put da shotty 2 your head/
till your whyte tee iz completely red/
more spitten this shyt iz not written/
because what i spit leave u guys on my dicc n ya really no competition/
since im written hot rhymez that'll make u feel like it'z biggie hear n live/
i could spit 4 dayz that'll have u running 2 your momz/
because my rhymez iz like grenadez itz dropz like taliban bombz/
talkin on da phone because im bored keep on writing/
because i ain't nuttin like HOV im writing not bitin/
but this iz da last bar I'm going to spit 4 ya catz who thynk datz nice/
thynk this shytz hard jus makez u want to read it bacc twice/check it/

yea dat wat am talking about,

i saw the bootleg,

Imma lyrists, I blaze you and take your chips after,
A quick clapper, I hold bars down like a Twix wrapper.
After I kill you, and you decay in the sand,
Imma come back to ya hood, and aim for ya man,
I’ll pull the trigger quick once I’m raising my hand,
And if I ain’t kill him, I know I just gave him a tan.
And if I’m falling off, Imma go get my team right,
But niggas will turn on you like Red Light Green Light…
If I miss now, then imma spit at you later nigga,
A spark will lift you out your crib like a babysitter.
And up in the streets too dude my flow is bananas,
I’ll walk up, lift my shirt, and show you the hammer,
Like, give me all the bread or you’ll be a dead gay,
The way I’ll pop you with 5, you’ll think Imma red flag.
And if they deny, I promise that the straps be dumped,
Smacked with the hammer, lump his face like acne bumps.
I could recite shit*, or I could spit my shit* off the top,
I wear wife beaters, you niggas wear halter tops.
You dudes soft like backstreet, but see me, I clap heat,
Shoot at your window and put your brains in the back seat.
And if you with me, then you better ride or die,
Or I’ll light your ass up quick, like a firefly.
I’m holding the crown cause I’m on my savage shit*,
I’ll have Paramedics tell you to breathe like Fabolous.
Or I could throw the hands; I don’t need a clip to fight,
Cause I know fear makes you niggas weak like kryptonite.