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ETB#2-R#3 - Texts and Scores Mariachy I'll puke,eat it,and freak you. Battle?I'm to weeded to speak to. The only key that I see to defeat you would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you and force feed you 'em both,and each feet is a cleat shoe. I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a round house you'll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you. I ain't fucking G,I'm a canibal. I ain't tryin to shoot you,I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you. Wrap you in a rope and plastic,stab with the broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress. Coke and acid,black magic,cloacks and daggers. Fuck the planet until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casketo,fill it full of explosive gases and close it back with a lit match in it,while I sit back and just hope it catches. Blow you to fragments. Laugh,roll you and smoke the ashes. I walked into gunfight with a knife to kill you. And cut you so fast,when your blood spilled it was still blue. I'll hang you till you dang leand chain you with both ankles. And pull you apart from both angels. I wanna crush you skull till your brains leaks out of your veins. And bust open like broken water mains. Analyze the strength of my game like Lee Corso. Call me a lost soul with a vest and my torso. And of course,yo,ya'll know I'm not stranger to danger. Like Christ in a manger,feel a whole range of my anger. I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound. And beat down this rap clown in three rounds. My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger,with a swagger. Tie your wife to the back of this guy Mozzy and I drag her. Ten blocks,unite the bitch and I still bag her. Give her a smack in the ass and six pack of lager. My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel. My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel. Every day I grow more older,and more colder. Fly you to Colorado,roll you over with a Boulder. I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare. Cause you fucking with some faggots like this who just don't care. ROCCA **************Chores x2************************* From day to day, I searched for truth to understand From the cradle to the graveyard, in light I had faith But sins of past has carried curses, I couldn’t last for long Thirst to blood unleashed the beast that has been locked ******************************************** No I aint no stalker of the night, neither monster, nor a troll My teethes are not 10 inches long and my eyes doesn’t glow But the realitiez of my world are far scarier then the horrors u use to know My home is aint no ghost house surrounded by the darkness I live on the streets of the blocks; I feed from your pockets! Survival instincts in my veins, thirst to live- that’s what eats me! The plot of my thriller is simple: you gotta kill to do livin To cry a million of tears, and to end your life as a criminal I see my hommies, walkin thru the days without a chance The Prophesy says, I gonna die of 1000 pains, but it doesn’t says when Look, I laugh in the face of Death. Bitch, take me! 21 years of waiting! Cast me into the flames, or take me to the dance with angels No matter where it is, just away from the earthen measures… God I feel your presence, banish me forever or lift me up to heavens Endless prayers to you lord. Demanded to end my days in the Death row Victim of nowadays laws, they can take my breath, but they cant have my soul! **************Chores x2************************* From day to day, I searched for truth to understand From the cradle to the graveyard, in light I had faith But sins of past has carried curses, I couldn’t last for long Thirst to blood unleashed the beast that has been locked ******************************************** Mozzy What’s UP with you, Mariachy! Did you marry a biatch who Neither cooks nice nor looks good Plus denies you the sex (On the pretext of small dick) There you go, bozo Sitting in food courts Forlornly all day Scared to stray away (Even a few steps) From where people stay Hanging around crowds Eating your cheeseburger Palms sweaty, brows knit Goose-bumps in the armpits What’s eating YOU? Is it the fact That you’ve swallowed a kitten? And not just the meaty parts – Sinews and ligaments, too? Oh, must have thought it’s a chicken? Sorry, the menu’s misleading I mean, you’re just horror-stricken What IS it? Still fearing some evil spirits Will snatch you And crack you cranium open Like a shell of a cashew? Shivering … hush-sh-sh… Someone’s near Around the corner, Three beastly creatures With savage intentions Breathing heavy Stench unbearable Ready to tatter your flesh… Or is it BECAUSE you Are UP against Mozzy The ex-ref And got to this stage Cuz ma’ Hommie just left? Now THAT Is the fright of the century! Creepy feeling? Quite natural. Kormega I woke up early in the morning, I'm 26 today And nothing in this world can stop me on my way But such days are rare, and though I ain't scared Some shit in this life irritates me, so beware... I'm tired of so-called gangstas without a gat I'm sick of crooked-legged chicks wit' no breast Fuck all the e-thugs spittin bullshit on the Net Coz it's the only way to em to show themselves I ain't jealous, but fuck all teenagers on wheels Fuck future moms smokin blunts, high on pills I'm sick and tired of policy of my fuckin state I'm sure newborn babies got way more brains than these motherfuckaz, enpowered with tools to play the life game by em own damn rules I'm tired of the new generation of rappers They spit on the mic... umm...just coz they get it... Is it eating me? Nah, coz I got an open mind So when u meet me leave yo braggin behind Better believe, kids, I'm a grown-ass man Wanna front - damn, stay right where u stand Be prepared my fam, coz the finals comin' soon By the way, fuck you Rocca, u dirty-ass coon! |
Я в шоке наверное текст просто отпад... Уж прости прочесть не смог... Состаяние не то...:D :skald: |
америкосы? |
oh shyt, i'm up against Eminem, still young and angry. Maryachi, did ya think this would wash? Should have tried at least something of your own, byatch :o |
Calm down Moz, he's already disqualified. Maryachi, stealing Em's lyrics (stealing ANY lyrics!) is not a way to win this battle. Shame on you! |
Lex fucking Diamonds |
What tha fuck. I didn't know that the plot was dissin. |
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by the way, half of my first line was stolen too;) |
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it wasn't, but u got what u deserve |
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Lex, waht about the scores , dogg? |
last two lines reflect your existence pretty aight, doody really I was hurried up wit' my verse, so it's not a masterpiece, but I don't give a fuck. On the real I can beat the shit out of ya verbally, u r just so-so. U gotta thank fate I had a busy week:seva: |
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And what tha fuck is this you are spittin with? Man that shit is straight wack. And your the one who started bitchin on me, so please stfu and gtfo. Bitches like yo only talkin the talk. But you gotta prove it man. |
Rocca-Mega, hard choice...the former has better plot, while the latter has kickin rhymes... Let me think a bit... |
His rhymes are kickin? ... iight man. but with all my respec to your judgement, i as a persone who are able to see in face of facts, must disagree with this. But its all up to you Lex. |
Англичане херовы :( |
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a. miss out on an opportunity to participate as a contsestant (and that sux, what with the scarce number of English battles here); b. have to read & rate bullsh!tty texts; c. have to put up with all the b!tching of future-first-priorities about 1) whack topics; 2) deadlines; 3) irrelevant reffing. But hey, look at the sunny side of things: since you KNOW HOW TO DO IT RIGHT, once a judge you'll conduct a perfect battle and make this world a much better place! |
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Betta shut the fuck up, idiot. Lol u r frontin' while u r nobody, just dirty-ass kid. U know why all this started, u was posing like a guru of hip-hop culture in "Rap, MCing" section, and made yourself laughable for all the cats there who were in hip-hop while u was suckin yo mama's titties (no disrespect to yo moms tho). U ain't see rhymes in my verse - buy the glasses, dummy. Гейм крутой репер. period:morj: When somebody makes posts like this it's clear for me what yo brains are worthy for. The last. What d'ya want me to prove? I ain't e-gangsta, but best believe if we'll have a chance to meet u would be on the knees beggin for mercy in a minute or two. |
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To Mozzy: Listen, i know that reffering a battle is the great resposebility. And i respect all the efforts that has been payed by Lex. Dont missunderstand me on that one. Seriously some people act so mature. Claimin to be true "hip-hop cats". No matter who you claim to be , always remeber to have constructive explanation of your bitchin on other people. Peace. One love. |
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just to let people know lmao u r callin' me son, I'm several years older and hundreds years ahead. If u don't know, some people don't act mature - they really are. owned |
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