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Originally Posted by m1rr0r dash

lazy ass rhymes that still come off slick are the best.

Full Clout y'all
Full Clout y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth
I turn it out y'all

Will you have my kittens?

[SYRFox]

I'm da rhyme ninja and this beat's my shuriken,
This flow's my katana, my nunchaku's that pen,
I kick punch stomp + split ya dirty FloSoCo,
I can't stand yr fake MTV rap fosho,
Yr aseptic rhymes and yr slow tempo,
Only serve to hide your lack of flow,
It tastes shit, you kiss my fist,
Go sucka tit, before I hit,
Or I'll throw ya to Pekin, Hong Kong, Beijing,
And you'll feel the poorness of yr human being.

Love sucks only hate can deliver us,
That's why I own ya but ya don't get the fuss,
You may think you're still the best,
But lemme tell you dear FloSloCo, everything has an end,
Your rap kingdom begins to need some rest,
Seeing your rhymes so weak I can already see ya bend,
Shouting is easy but rapping clever is hard,
But for the final I'll play yr game: you fucktard.

[m1rr0r dash]

think yr some kinda badass bard?
yr rhymes are bitter like swiss chard
yr ninja skills are weak like the swiss guard
from this thread you should be barred
lyrical samurai, actin all hard
when the fact is yr not
comes time for the money shot
you're all hot to trot
in yr sights you've got the robot
the soundtrack you cue
wide screen view
flo-slo yr lookin to subdue
tape's rollin an whatya do?
stutter.
all you sputter is "fucktard."
when i'm through with you
you're the one got fucked hard

[SYRFox]

m1rr0r you think you can beat me
but when you talk only gets out the expression of your bourgeoisie.
Yeah man I'm the only king of the ghetto,
While I can clearly see you're coming from SoHo.

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,

You see, rap ain't a story of just rhymes and money,
It's the story of suburbs, gangstas, poverty and slay,
Ya kiddie can't you feel the soul of the gangsta
That's floating all around here and you feel hit dontcha,
Yr nerves yr senses yr skin everything twista
Cuz you know what ya hear is lyrics that getcha,
That's the sound of the expression of the street,
Yeh I know that whatever you say you know that it's neat

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,

I'm the definitive rhyme fuckin' creatar,
I shoot ya fame I'm the battle fightar,
I cut yr ears + yr tongue cuz yr a fuckin' liar,
Everything's staring at my sound can't you see it nigga!
My sound's so warm it's almost physicalzzzzz,
The beat's so hot the guys & gals are like animals,
The lyrics come so fast just like a tornado,
An hurricane, can't you feel it you mofo.

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends.

[m1rr0r dash]

i check out art at the guggy
i take my date to a movie
i'm usually bougy
but i'll slum it on tuesdy
come down to yr hood
fuck yr shit up for good
write rhymes like this?
you wish you would

my routine i vary
i walk down the bow'ry
my book bag i carry
some bum looking hairy
begins to give chase
tho he can't keep pace
i take a quick left at
joey ramone place

i hop the turnstyle
head uptown for a while
barnyard girls i do revile
but this one's cute...
so i smile

i take her to the park
we begin to embark
things started to spark
but she don't dig the youth...
so i had to snark

from the battery
to the hoboken
i get the subway token
my rhymes are spoken
even up in the hills
in the catskills
i pay the bills
from chelsea
to queens
and the soho
whatcha don't know
.......... oh-oh!
yr rhymes are broken

[!@#$%!]

Originally Posted by SYRFox

m1rr0r you think you can beat me
but when you talk only gets out the expression of your bourgeoisie.
Yeah man I'm the only king of the ghetto,
While I can clearly see you're coming from SoHo.

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,

You see, rap ain't a story of just rhymes and money,
It's the story of suburbs, gangstas, poverty and slay,
Ya kiddie can't you feel the soul of the gangsta
That's floating all around here and you feel hit dontcha,
Yr nerves yr senses yr skin everything twista
Cuz you know what ya hear is lyrics that getcha,
That's the sound of the expression of the street,
Yeh I know that whatever you say you know that it's neat

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,

I'm the definitive rhyme fuckin' creatar,
I shoot ya fame I'm the battle fightar,
I cut yr ears + yr tongue cuz yr a fuckin' liar,
Everything's staring at my sound can't you see it nigga!
My sound's so warm it's almost physicalzzzzz,
The beat's so hot the guys & gals are like animals,
The lyrics come so fast just like a tornado,
An hurricane, can't you feel it you mofo.

Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends.

maybe that's the blues,
maybe that's pop,
maybe that's disco--
but that ain't no hip-hop...

[floatingslowly]

I haven't had enough coffee
to put up a fight
but I see that y'all battled
all through the night

the only other one
that can always rock stable
is my main man m1rr0r d4sh
(we're on the same label).

[afterthefact]

When it comes to intergalactic rap battles, Deltron 3030 wins hands down every time.

[Rob Instigator]

Originally Posted by m1rr0r dash

flo has way better beats than the instigator.



just sayin.

this is a RAP battle, not a beat battle!

[Rob Instigator]

Originally Posted by Inhuman

K IT GOES LIKE THIS.

5. GAME
4. NOTORIOUS B.I.G (RIP)
3. EAZY-E (RIP)
2. BIG PUN (RIP)
1. NaS

Ice Cube wrote most of Eazy E's rhymes

Your list is wrong

5. B.I.G.
4. Slick Rick The Ruler
3. Chuck D
2. Guru
1. RAKIM

[Rob Instigator]

comfy as fuck on the hip hop throne
girlgun on my lap,
floatingslow is on the phone
his rap carcass deboned,
lacks definition and tone
calls from another time zone,
bullshit broken metronome
yip yip yapper,
his mouth's a rap crapper
tries to dress his rhymes dapper,
like fish sticks to red snapper
amid strains of defeat
he rises up like bloated meat
my rap killin's indiscreet
never put the weights on his feet
a septic example for all the pretenders
that flood this battle with bullshit never-enders

it's not hard to be the king
my words unfold like the Rapture
pretenders to the throne
cry and weep when I capture
little baby bitches
living in delusional prefectures
all your rhymes fall flat
mine have intricate texture

In the midst of these attacks
I remain the mad chillable
my fertile brain's soil
is ever more tillable
floatingslowly's compost
is truly disposable
and if usurpers got beef
they'll find they're quite roastable
when they're placed in rap's prison
I'll be hip hop's constable
the smell in your cell
makes your meal up-chuckable
your rhymes are the vomit
that is undoubtable


so clean up yr mess
and finally confess
your defeat and distress
maybe take a recess
for if you're Al Capone
I am Elliot Ness
while you figure out checkers
I grandmaster in chess



OH!

[floatingslowly]

Originally Posted by Rob Instigator

Ice Cube wrote most of Eazy E's rhymes

Your list is wrong

5. B.I.G.
4. Slick Rick The Ruler
3. Chuck D
2. Guru
1. RAKIM

yr list is SO VERY wrong. good gawd, B.I.G. over KRS-1? yr trippin'.

5. METALFACE DOOM
4. Chuck D
3. Ice Cube
2. Erick Sermon / Parrish Smith
1. KRS-1

[snappy retort rap to follow upon completion of processes currently running on mainframe]

[Rob Instigator]

Rakim is the master!

[floatingslowly]

I'll give you that. unfortunately, I had to bump him off for MF DOOM (who would make #1 easy if I'd been listening to him as long as the others).

but dude....really....B.I.G. and no KRS?? stop smoking banana peels imo!

[Rob Instigator]

fuck B.I.G. then.
KRS 1 was the dope shit.

[SYRFox]

You guys keep on worshipping dead gangsta,
But you live in the fuckin' present don't ya,
Rather than fighting to know who's the number one,
Thou should work on yr rap cuz I rhyme like Obi-Wan.
Yr talking as if you were long-time friends while,
Two pages sooner you were pretending to be wild,
You may call this cleverness or intelligence,
I just consider this incoherence,
Are you a true rapper
Or just a MTV motherfucker
Your names are on all those MTV or EMI playlists,
This obviously means you guys only purse rapists,
You probably think your still the best rappers,
That can exist there all around,
But when you talk everyone sees your the liar,
While my rhymes hit like earthquakes at earthbounds.
While ya rap only sounds like caress and play all night,
My beats fuckin' scratch tear split and bite.
You guys stop complaining 'bout who's the best gangsta,
Cuz you found it yep it's me, go ask master Yoda.

[Rob Instigator]

you got rough edges
my shit's finely beveled
I kick it post-grad
you rock grade school level
bullshit rhymes whisper soft
like a rap aaron neville
court's put in session
by my hip hop gavel
the cocoon of yr shit rhyme
begins to unravel
looking quite foolish
half-assed and disheveled
going back to the past
with da funky time travel
beats rhymes and life
upon which I revel

[m1rr0r dash]

last night i got sauced
my cookies i tossed
but this battle you lost
floating and slowly
are still the boss


i rhyme guggen
with heim
bourgeoisie
with crime
i hope tuesday
is fine
cause i'm still coming to kick yr ass.

[Rob Instigator]

floatingslowly pays his minions
to stink the place up like onions
make his rhymes look less odious
and by comparison melodious
but they're shit just the same
can;t compare with my game
his attempts filled with bile
like the scopes monkey trial
with his rhymes ever less vital
like a rap american idol
don't even have to think
to breath in his rhyme stink
his stature's not measured in fiduciary
got no height due to faulty pituitary
Not first nor second, floatingslow's terciary
I ride asian camels while he sports dromedary

[Rob Instigator]

i got everyone so beat on this.