Hip-Hop.Ru - ETB#2-R#2 - Texts and Scores

Kormega

This word war as tough as the World War
Was bored last round but now it has gone
Opponent in front of, wanna front on
Me, whose mind spreads over horizonts
Of human consciousness, bitch, it's on
One entrance but even less exists an no one
Is good, know what I mean, Steello a.k.a.
What? Marowjak? U ride the wrong way
Your swagger is fake and your style is gay
U r jerk, but u ain't tough in any case
Barkin out loud like a dog on a chain
Couple of rhymes and u will humbly pass by
Don't u know, luck just told u "good-bye"
Like snowing in Crimea my losts are rare
U rhyming? Verbal diarea, I don't care
I was told to be responsible for the title I wear
Writin shit on a paper, or holding the mic
Or busting the gat...doesn't matter - I'm tight
I'm flowin better than your favourite MC
I'll own u like Nas once did with Jay-Z
And in the evening, watchin sunset over the sea
I'm sittin calmly, rollin a blunt, tryna foresee
What the next day will bring, wearing NYC
Cap which cover my eyes I'm blueprintin
To rule the world, Marowak, do you hear it?
I don't give a fuck bout yo poor existin
I'm on a way higher level than dissin...
Just another pseudo-rhymer on my way to the top
Click-click, bang-bang, body drops, time is up.

Mozzy

Oh heck!
Unexpectedly
Feels like I HAVE to
Dumb down for my ref
Just to double my ratings
When I rhyme too sublimely
There’s no understanding
So screw the similes, the fanciness
And consonant cadences
And whatever the fuck I see
As extended-ass harmonies
Since the ref’s unimpressed anyway
Got my word-plays? Naw, hardly
The florid rhetoric can visit the rectum
Dear ref, guess you lack the ref-Lexes
Of rhyme, it is my place
To expand on the texts
Of the round gone
None (but one) went beyond
Haughty statements at best
Representing? My ass!
Here’s some tough for ya, dwarf:
It’s my dick
And remember:
Stay sitting while eating it
So hey, just say “WOW”
Now, how’s that for some spitting?
The reality sucks, bro
It’s not really Dun Morogh
You’ve been done for a low whore

Battle who? This M Dwella?! Good joke.
He’s jerky at best, like an arm of the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, Mozzy’s +Ready To Rock+
Like The Dwellas, don’t mock up the shock
It is my time to shine
Yours is clouds and umbrellas –
It rains cats and dogs
Let’s just one-up on sonnovabitches
You’re a runner-up, nano-second-long glitch
(There I go again, too smart for my own good
I’m like Batman, no robbin’ in my ‘hood)
Quit preaching with garbled speeches
No subject, just random bitching
The way you handled the round before
You pose zero danger
Go back and learn more
No jeopardy, just “pardon me, that’s your jaw
And that’s the knuckles that did you all raw”
Browbeating the shit outta ya, feller
Dear Dwella, I hope for your best shot
The what-not you first wrote
Is stuff for a piss-pot

ROCCA

Diss on Demise. Round 2
Aight yo....

************************* Chores x2*******************************
Ayo who's dat, bitch dirty talkin?... *Toooough Jerky!*
Ayo who's dat bitch, actin the block king? *Toooough jerky!*
Ayo who's dat T.H.U to da motha fuckin G? *Tooough Jerky!*
Ayo who's dat ho tradin his ass down the street?! *Tooough jerky!*

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Dogg , what tha fuck is this, this shit is nonsense!
Since when, bitch u are, tradin that ass on my streets?
Fagget with the red lipstick on his lips 'n naked hips!
Smokin 20 inches of a dick for tips, 25c. fo' a fist sex!
Dirty ass bitch, dressed in the black tightening latex!
Various items fo sex, that shits hilarious
A single look at yo nasty limbs, gives me creeps, man
Or wait, should I call you WOman instead? (My bad!)
Laid by a fat dork n chained to bed, beggin on yo knees fo a slap!
fuckin Braveheart, shittin words from the other side of tha planet
Misused ever since the childhood, yo life has been fucked up fo good
and even that my main job is grindin the rappers in the game
I ll pimp yo bitch ass fo gain, in the name of Benjamin s!
Yo workin at ma street 24/7, with face of a nighmare, who'd ever bone u ,
daym!
Heard what did Simon said? Shut tha fuck up n smoke dat trick
Man yo shit aint rap, my shit is thick, foo drop the mic n grab a dick!
Zap yo trap motha fucka, don t make me pop dat click
I ll cut yo fuckin throat, from ear to ear, like Italian Tie!
Watch my ride, rollin down yo hood, goin drive by!
Foo, Remain silence in my sight, if yo aint ready to die
Coz it takes only 1 shot to end yo life, n berry remains on my back yard!
Bitch already talk less, yo r an ass gas, somebody pass me a gasmask!
I got my task done, I laid yo punk ass down in the second round
Somebody call for Lessy, to carry that shit out, this battle is now less
crowded!

*********************** Chores x2*****************************
Ayo who's dat, bitch dirty talkin?... *Toooough Jerky!*
Ayo who's dat bitch, actin the block king? *Toooough jerky!*
Ayo who's dat T.H.U to da motha fuckin G? *Tooough Jerky!*
Ayo who's dat ho tradin his ass down the street?! *Tooough jerky!*

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Demise

I'm hype and wielding-cognizance of incredible-skills
Unlike Rocca who's hyper-tensed and yielding to my vibes of impervious-thrills

Didn't have nada against the boy fore he started flaunting n brandished that toy pistol
Bitch-slap you so hard Queen, your pussy-ass will-jet from Copenhagen to Bristol

Rocca, I don't give a shit you be pimp or a player
When you pass through my block, you had better learn some of the prayers

You tough jerky? You punk ass just perky, I've been lurking
And got insight into your life, like paparazzi I need to expose some-lies

You got some ties and you wyling boy cuzz you moved to Copenhagen tough
You're FAKE-capitalized, fled your motherland, quit e-barking from abroad I know you're bluff

You rough, you get rougher at you sister when you keep misspelling them words
Claiming you lazy, I know you failed your school cuzz you folks kept on the bottle and you lived too far in the burbs

You got expelled, quelled, your name misspelt and you walked to the streets naked bare
You could no longer fake it cuzz you and alike are bloodsuckers keeping cushy with no job on the State welfare

Keep your soap bubble for retards, you're about to bust, your head full of rubble
No one wants a trouble from Rocca who's about to land his mug right into the dust

Diss-you lyrically, cripple you into mental-starvation
Throw you backwards-physically, twist your neck till they pronounce your complete-annihilation

"This country too hard n I+" quit fishing for lame excuses, you ain't Russian bitch, keep the word out of your mouth, species like you are in detrimental-niche
Incidental to the rowdyism in Estonia to dismantle our memorial voicing a "monumental" speech

Yeah this country is too rough for you cuzz it won't help those betraying
Fuck you punk, keep yappin at 'Hagen cuzz you don't know what type of games we're playing

Maryachi

I've got the mic
I was weak in the previous round,look,now I got you as high as I kite
And I'm feeling really aight
You think,that I am easy pray
To make your rapping betta take a beat from Dr.Dre
Get out the way,or your family will learn the story of Max Payne
Hey,Hommie,you still wanna know me?
It seems to me that you hope to get the winning
But I don't give a fuck,it's my first battle,and don't care what is your opinion
They say the more you know,the earlier you're becoming old
It's obvious that you are very young
Next time make up some better shit,while taking pencil in your arm
You gonna see me teaching?
My granny did it,now her copse is in your kitchen.
If you wanna kill me,than you need thousands of swords
But I'ma dodge,and finish you with one of my motherfucking words
Is my style as simple as a bird?
You'd better be behind me,cause I'm acting blindly
Look,my brain's out of order
I've been Mariachy since I was swimming in water
I'll have your mama picking out your casket,bastard
You're on the wrong level,right lane,forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal,hotter than a tea kettle
You are wacker than the faggot you bit you style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
You wanna money,you should be cun to work it
But at the moment you are nothing but tough jerky