abstract fuel to revitalize past thoughts
im past trash talks, past blastin glocks
this task that knocks on my metaphorical door
it asks alot, time for rhetorical war
suit up and ship out, mute fucks will trip out
legible clout, im knowledgable 'bout
beyond any doubt im callin all a y'all out
refill this drought, people lets shout
equals amount, sequel my account.
The Progression of Battles
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Seath
- Craptacular Spatula
- Posts: 2126
- Joined: 29 Sep 2003 12:16
- Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canadia
- Contact:
I can't help it I'm eager, seekin readers to feed
I got that itch right here, I just need to proceed
I'm timing these rhymin sprees, as easy as climbin trees
designed for the mind to see, and remind those blind emcees
that this battle is weak, without critique of technique
it's not like I speak with, a certain mistique
I post here each week, to keep this thread from antique-
status, I guess I'm the baddest,
but i'm afraid I wont get played and this thread'll degrade
to a state that needs a breathing aparatus
to continue it's life, this site's rife with the spice
All I want is a few jabs from your lyrical knife.
Speak your mind in rhyme theres topics abundant
Like flex getting banned, I think it sucks doesn't it?
Damin's claimin that hatin satan's the way to go
berating those stating when mating it's ok to be gay though.
Or Olympic hopefuls full of dope, keepin up the flame
trying to push this sport from remote to fame
it's insane, to try to explain how my brain functions
I'm vain even when I abstain from sayn somethin
It's a pain to refrain, Yall best get to bumpin
this thread up, don't make me get up
get outa bed and pull ya head up
cuz im fed up. But not really
I want yall to feel me when I split not fear me
so when I click submit I better see your shit clearly
I got that itch right here, I just need to proceed
I'm timing these rhymin sprees, as easy as climbin trees
designed for the mind to see, and remind those blind emcees
that this battle is weak, without critique of technique
it's not like I speak with, a certain mistique
I post here each week, to keep this thread from antique-
status, I guess I'm the baddest,
but i'm afraid I wont get played and this thread'll degrade
to a state that needs a breathing aparatus
to continue it's life, this site's rife with the spice
All I want is a few jabs from your lyrical knife.
Speak your mind in rhyme theres topics abundant
Like flex getting banned, I think it sucks doesn't it?
Damin's claimin that hatin satan's the way to go
berating those stating when mating it's ok to be gay though.
Or Olympic hopefuls full of dope, keepin up the flame
trying to push this sport from remote to fame
it's insane, to try to explain how my brain functions
I'm vain even when I abstain from sayn somethin
It's a pain to refrain, Yall best get to bumpin
this thread up, don't make me get up
get outa bed and pull ya head up
cuz im fed up. But not really
I want yall to feel me when I split not fear me
so when I click submit I better see your shit clearly
Yo, yo yo... here it goes...
My name is Ben, ya you heard me
I can't rhyme...
So I'll stop.
My name is Ben, ya you heard me
I can't rhyme...
So I'll stop.
Ben Skaggs
Amateurs practice until they can get it right.
Professionals practice until they can't get it wrong.
No, I don't play soccer. Yes, there are competitions. 4 years. Lots of practice.
Amateurs practice until they can get it right.
Professionals practice until they can't get it wrong.
No, I don't play soccer. Yes, there are competitions. 4 years. Lots of practice.
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limester816
- Multidex Master
- Posts: 259
- Joined: 25 May 2005 18:22
- Location: Albuquerque, NM
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travismontoya
- BSOS Beast
- Posts: 356
- Joined: 28 May 2005 21:00
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ShredOnLawn
- Atomsmashasaurus Dex
- Posts: 818
- Joined: 11 Mar 2005 12:44
- Location: Grass Valley, California
This topic is optic
just the spelling was compelling
me enough to fake & bluff
like I'm tough rhyming stuff
you don't know here it go
I mean goes like someone throws down in my town
downtown roads Nor Cal grows Footbag shows
& will impose flows knobody knows
what My towns shoes choose to abuse
Shredding Footbags in the News
is what you'll hear and soon cheer
let it be clear the Footbag year
won't Pass n Alley's Ear
Grass Valley's Here.
Eat that shitt Motha Fuckers
I got's the rhyming timing=5 minutes to work that
just the spelling was compelling
me enough to fake & bluff
like I'm tough rhyming stuff
you don't know here it go
I mean goes like someone throws down in my town
downtown roads Nor Cal grows Footbag shows
& will impose flows knobody knows
what My towns shoes choose to abuse
Shredding Footbags in the News
is what you'll hear and soon cheer
let it be clear the Footbag year
won't Pass n Alley's Ear
Grass Valley's Here.
Eat that shitt Motha Fuckers
I got's the rhyming timing=5 minutes to work that
Lon Smith
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TrueBalance
- 100-Watt Warlock
- Posts: 106
- Joined: 15 Mar 2004 21:08
yo props to lon
get your rhyme on - song
straight hate to mods
i wish pain on yall
yo props to girls
the way you make me curl
my toes, my eyes
poppin out of my skull
yo props to flex
for getting on with his life
hate and pain to the mods
in the form of a knife
yo props to my girl
and all the girls in the world
for giving birth to
evil and good
get your rhyme on - song
straight hate to mods
i wish pain on yall
yo props to girls
the way you make me curl
my toes, my eyes
poppin out of my skull
yo props to flex
for getting on with his life
hate and pain to the mods
in the form of a knife
yo props to my girl
and all the girls in the world
for giving birth to
evil and good
Sam Colclough
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hacksterbator
- Washed-Up Child Star
- Posts: 4141
- Joined: 12 Jul 2003 18:33
- Location: Winterpeg, Manisnowba
- Contact:
my lungs expired in 1996
when i bought my first pack of death sticks,
and their habitual use has left me with a runny nose
and a whooping cough when ever the wind blows,
frost bitten fingers protruding from my jacket
it's my 5th break today and i just can't hack it,
Quit? yeah i know i probably should
and if my hands could put 'em down then i probably would,
i've got a shortness of breath, what can i do?
try to catch it back pretend to tie up my shoe,
my mood is now controlled by these cigarettes
over an hour without and i start to get upset,
i walk 5 blocks and find that i'm winded
i've done irreparable damage it can't be mended,
my throat is wrecked, vocal cords long gone
bearly got enough voice left to sing this song,
a limp by 20, a cane by 25,
need to breath pure oxygene just to stay alive
yes my body's messed up and my mind's unclear
feels like i'm 65 after my 19 years
what have i gained from a life of activity?
2 broken knees ankles rolled repetitively,
hamstrings as fragile as frozen rubber bands
fingers curled into the palms of my hands,
try to fill out this form i can bearly hold the pen
while the doc is telling me i may never walk again,
my hip gets inflamed when a storm is comin' on
on the plus side i know when the weather channel is wrong,
i've got shin splints that just won't go away
that's what i get for working out every other day,
at the pool a kid jumped on and i heard a snap
turns out it crushed a vertebrae in my back,
and they'll need a surgery, hafta cut me open
to count how many times my heart's been broken,
a cane at 20, walker at 25,
at 30 a wheel chair will be my ride,
yes my body's messed up and my mind's unclear
feels like i'm 75 after my 19 years
chair at 20, bed by 25,
now only your memories can keep me alive,
and the body is done, my mind is clear
too bad, so sad after his 19 years.
when i bought my first pack of death sticks,
and their habitual use has left me with a runny nose
and a whooping cough when ever the wind blows,
frost bitten fingers protruding from my jacket
it's my 5th break today and i just can't hack it,
Quit? yeah i know i probably should
and if my hands could put 'em down then i probably would,
i've got a shortness of breath, what can i do?
try to catch it back pretend to tie up my shoe,
my mood is now controlled by these cigarettes
over an hour without and i start to get upset,
i walk 5 blocks and find that i'm winded
i've done irreparable damage it can't be mended,
my throat is wrecked, vocal cords long gone
bearly got enough voice left to sing this song,
a limp by 20, a cane by 25,
need to breath pure oxygene just to stay alive
yes my body's messed up and my mind's unclear
feels like i'm 65 after my 19 years
what have i gained from a life of activity?
2 broken knees ankles rolled repetitively,
hamstrings as fragile as frozen rubber bands
fingers curled into the palms of my hands,
try to fill out this form i can bearly hold the pen
while the doc is telling me i may never walk again,
my hip gets inflamed when a storm is comin' on
on the plus side i know when the weather channel is wrong,
i've got shin splints that just won't go away
that's what i get for working out every other day,
at the pool a kid jumped on and i heard a snap
turns out it crushed a vertebrae in my back,
and they'll need a surgery, hafta cut me open
to count how many times my heart's been broken,
a cane at 20, walker at 25,
at 30 a wheel chair will be my ride,
yes my body's messed up and my mind's unclear
feels like i'm 75 after my 19 years
chair at 20, bed by 25,
now only your memories can keep me alive,
and the body is done, my mind is clear
too bad, so sad after his 19 years.
A.G.
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BainbridgeShred
- Post Master General
- Posts: 2352
- Joined: 10 Nov 2004 23:22
Inspired by Big L's "The Devil's Son"
Seventh Son of the Seventh Son
My style is straight malicious
Flow's be vicious
Mind set set as ambitious
Your girls cooch: delicious
Ya'll fakers trying to put a stake through my heart 'cause your superstitious
Three wishes for ya'll but you'll need more like six
'Cause when I rush you bums you straight pick up the crucifix
This ain't Transylanvia kid I was born in raised in Pittsburgh Pennslyvania
Where every night girls be wearing turtlenecks to keep this Devil away like we where in Tasmania
I'm straight hangin' ya
Straight Vlad Impalin' ya
Straight making your family come down and indentifyin' ya
'Cause you know I'm defyin' ya
Never was baptized ya
Born with a set of teeth ya
So you must know the only thing that can stop me is a garlic wreath ya
But don't be confused into thinking that I'm gonna stop
'Cause Satan told me it was my job to stop ya'll bitches clocks
Sippin' on 151 mixed with the blood of an Ox
And you best know that im South East from the Republic of Czech
On some Wu-Tang shit hater, you best protect your neck
Or risk getting two holes right into your jugular
Kinda shit that can't be healed by a scar
Sittin' back smoking a 'Gar
With only Gold, fuck Silver, 'round my neck 'cause it's what I floss
But if I were you I'd wear a Garlic chain 'cause besides that your only hope is the Cross.
Seventh Son of the Seventh Son
My style is straight malicious
Flow's be vicious
Mind set set as ambitious
Your girls cooch: delicious
Ya'll fakers trying to put a stake through my heart 'cause your superstitious
Three wishes for ya'll but you'll need more like six
'Cause when I rush you bums you straight pick up the crucifix
This ain't Transylanvia kid I was born in raised in Pittsburgh Pennslyvania
Where every night girls be wearing turtlenecks to keep this Devil away like we where in Tasmania
I'm straight hangin' ya
Straight Vlad Impalin' ya
Straight making your family come down and indentifyin' ya
'Cause you know I'm defyin' ya
Never was baptized ya
Born with a set of teeth ya
So you must know the only thing that can stop me is a garlic wreath ya
But don't be confused into thinking that I'm gonna stop
'Cause Satan told me it was my job to stop ya'll bitches clocks
Sippin' on 151 mixed with the blood of an Ox
And you best know that im South East from the Republic of Czech
On some Wu-Tang shit hater, you best protect your neck
Or risk getting two holes right into your jugular
Kinda shit that can't be healed by a scar
Sittin' back smoking a 'Gar
With only Gold, fuck Silver, 'round my neck 'cause it's what I floss
But if I were you I'd wear a Garlic chain 'cause besides that your only hope is the Cross.
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BainbridgeShred
- Post Master General
- Posts: 2352
- Joined: 10 Nov 2004 23:22
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BainbridgeShred
- Post Master General
- Posts: 2352
- Joined: 10 Nov 2004 23:22
D-Credit straight impose on you fools hypothetically
Spit rhymes that come out so aesthetically
Clear my voice so I can spit phonetically, poetically
You ain't hard as me G
You ain't harmin' me see
'Cause this emcee will throw your body in the sea like I did with your last CD
"Oh did Cred just say what I thought he did?"
"Did Cred just just place the highest bid?"
"Did Cred just buy my house and my first kid?"
Your damned right I did and I'll do all three again
'Cause when it comes to this rap shit, I always gotta win
Gotta military so I can invade like my hood was Berlin
And I don't care if my raps aren't intellectual enough for you suckers
Making your face curl up like you'se was chewing on a zuckers
Fuck all you fuckin' motherfuckers
I don't have to use big words like I did in the first verse
'Cause when it comes to your career
I'll put it in a black Herse
And have your family dressed in all black
Remembering what you use to be
Saying "Fuck Cred, he's wack"
All because I macked your whole fuckin' style like my name was Craig
You tried to get your game back on track but I done cut off both your legs
Oh and when it comes to that little bitch you were creepin' with just last week
I had her in the back of my car with my cock in her cheek
And fuck it I don't ever care if I catch the HIV
'Cause I'll be spreading it around
Have your little sister on the gurnee
"Oh now Cred's gone and made it personal"
Fuck it you faggots got as much style as Urckle do
Trying to twist my cash like it was due to you
'Cause all ya'll kids don't even clock any paper
Sittin' their working 9-5 while I'm out pulling capers
Sold weed to my whole town for about 6 months
You actresses outside McDonalds, begging me for a lunch
But even in my little drug game money was hard to catch weight
But ya'lls money be homo, it's hard to get straight
But back to verse 4
I had your little sister on the floor
Beggin' for more
Bustin' off like I was in war
Came in this rap shit on the ground floor
Fucked a lot of bosses daughters
Gave 'em a lot of "cold sores"
Which is why if you're talking about me being a virgin your straight idiotic
'Cause if I got the herpes, son, every cutie in the citie's got it.
Spit rhymes that come out so aesthetically
Clear my voice so I can spit phonetically, poetically
You ain't hard as me G
You ain't harmin' me see
'Cause this emcee will throw your body in the sea like I did with your last CD
"Oh did Cred just say what I thought he did?"
"Did Cred just just place the highest bid?"
"Did Cred just buy my house and my first kid?"
Your damned right I did and I'll do all three again
'Cause when it comes to this rap shit, I always gotta win
Gotta military so I can invade like my hood was Berlin
And I don't care if my raps aren't intellectual enough for you suckers
Making your face curl up like you'se was chewing on a zuckers
Fuck all you fuckin' motherfuckers
I don't have to use big words like I did in the first verse
'Cause when it comes to your career
I'll put it in a black Herse
And have your family dressed in all black
Remembering what you use to be
Saying "Fuck Cred, he's wack"
All because I macked your whole fuckin' style like my name was Craig
You tried to get your game back on track but I done cut off both your legs
Oh and when it comes to that little bitch you were creepin' with just last week
I had her in the back of my car with my cock in her cheek
And fuck it I don't ever care if I catch the HIV
'Cause I'll be spreading it around
Have your little sister on the gurnee
"Oh now Cred's gone and made it personal"
Fuck it you faggots got as much style as Urckle do
Trying to twist my cash like it was due to you
'Cause all ya'll kids don't even clock any paper
Sittin' their working 9-5 while I'm out pulling capers
Sold weed to my whole town for about 6 months
You actresses outside McDonalds, begging me for a lunch
But even in my little drug game money was hard to catch weight
But ya'lls money be homo, it's hard to get straight
But back to verse 4
I had your little sister on the floor
Beggin' for more
Bustin' off like I was in war
Came in this rap shit on the ground floor
Fucked a lot of bosses daughters
Gave 'em a lot of "cold sores"
Which is why if you're talking about me being a virgin your straight idiotic
'Cause if I got the herpes, son, every cutie in the citie's got it.
Last edited by BainbridgeShred on 21 Jun 2005 00:30, edited 1 time in total.
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Seath
- Craptacular Spatula
- Posts: 2126
- Joined: 29 Sep 2003 12:16
- Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canadia
- Contact:
Man, I'm fairly drunk, yet rarely junk
so I may as well shell out some spelt out funk
I'm gracing this place replacing disgrace with embrace
but im faced with the fact that I lack impact
the pitchers of beer, have made my mind unclear
I have no good topic or idear to post here.
So I admit I aint got shit, but before I quit
let me commit to submit my whit to collect
and no disrespect but I exspect my dialect
to connect when I'm not wrecked.
so I may as well shell out some spelt out funk
I'm gracing this place replacing disgrace with embrace
but im faced with the fact that I lack impact
the pitchers of beer, have made my mind unclear
I have no good topic or idear to post here.
So I admit I aint got shit, but before I quit
let me commit to submit my whit to collect
and no disrespect but I exspect my dialect
to connect when I'm not wrecked.
call me silly,
but id like to think of rapping as an art form,
words from my mind attack like a bee swarm,
my lines in combination create a symphonic medley,
hate filled slanders possibly deadly,
check it, i know everyone likes to be thug but thats cheesy,
cuz falling into the mainstream is sloppy and easy,
i hate to break the news but your rhymes are spent,
your comming up close, ill call you 49 cent.
see how easily i diss my opponents?
my style is priceless, youll never own it,
i jump in shred circles and bring it with authority,
super controlled style liked by the majority,
bringing my freestyle game into my lyrics shows your weakness and meekness,
youll cower, as i bust fearless for hours,
i rhyme in and out of lines like a weaver,
my voice is the needle, my name is the cleaver,
believer, cuz im the U.S freestyle resurection,
skool europes best section by section,
I need climacools cuz my skills are hot,
you need ski boots, cuz yours are not,
now back to the art i expressed in the beggining,
cuz rappin aint about keeping score and winning,
i know you think that dissing moms is all the rage,
but i stopped rapping about that shit when i left 4th grade,
i know your all about banging girls all night,
but pubic lice in your shred shorts just aint right,
id give you lyric advice, but i dont know how i do,
you could ask your mom - she raps better then you,
its true, every word that i deliver is a concealed message,
everytime i skool you in the circle is a lesson,
i could film my sessions and call them tricks of the trade,
cuz i invent new moves every time that i play,
now your laughing at your monitor cuz you think im playing,
you dont understand the severity of the words that im saying,
respond, i dare you, ill take on an army,
a group of half naked guys in cut up shoes doesnt alarm me,
but now its late, 2 a.m, its the end of the day,
so ill just sing out and say peace from P.A.
dont take it literally.
but id like to think of rapping as an art form,
words from my mind attack like a bee swarm,
my lines in combination create a symphonic medley,
hate filled slanders possibly deadly,
check it, i know everyone likes to be thug but thats cheesy,
cuz falling into the mainstream is sloppy and easy,
i hate to break the news but your rhymes are spent,
your comming up close, ill call you 49 cent.
see how easily i diss my opponents?
my style is priceless, youll never own it,
i jump in shred circles and bring it with authority,
super controlled style liked by the majority,
bringing my freestyle game into my lyrics shows your weakness and meekness,
youll cower, as i bust fearless for hours,
i rhyme in and out of lines like a weaver,
my voice is the needle, my name is the cleaver,
believer, cuz im the U.S freestyle resurection,
skool europes best section by section,
I need climacools cuz my skills are hot,
you need ski boots, cuz yours are not,
now back to the art i expressed in the beggining,
cuz rappin aint about keeping score and winning,
i know you think that dissing moms is all the rage,
but i stopped rapping about that shit when i left 4th grade,
i know your all about banging girls all night,
but pubic lice in your shred shorts just aint right,
id give you lyric advice, but i dont know how i do,
you could ask your mom - she raps better then you,
its true, every word that i deliver is a concealed message,
everytime i skool you in the circle is a lesson,
i could film my sessions and call them tricks of the trade,
cuz i invent new moves every time that i play,
now your laughing at your monitor cuz you think im playing,
you dont understand the severity of the words that im saying,
respond, i dare you, ill take on an army,
a group of half naked guys in cut up shoes doesnt alarm me,
but now its late, 2 a.m, its the end of the day,
so ill just sing out and say peace from P.A.
dont take it literally.
david