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VernakuLa
06-22-2006, 09:26 PM
drop writtens or battles in here

oDoUoSoKo
06-22-2006, 09:46 PM
first things last, getting the "last member" than we name yall but good thread idea

VernakuLa
06-24-2006, 12:08 AM
You aint as sick as the set, were ten steps ahead of ya vets
kevlar lined vests, got nothing on when our berretas level ya chest
You aint worth the disses, take ya weak punches to ya confined grave
A blind slave, has it better off than you, "rockin our mind games"
We practice butchering fools, don't go runnin for tools
You on a mission "huntin for jewels" , we "wet" bitches like dey jumped ina pool

nun special really

just to kick thingies off nawmean?

oDoUoSoKo
06-24-2006, 12:34 PM
sweet, DO YA HAVE A NAME YET TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL?!?!?!

oDoUoSoKo
06-24-2006, 01:37 PM
dude ur views got me confused like mangas do
ur cool but do i gotta bang a wu to hang wit you?
gangs and crews come to wtiness my vicious vigilante wording
and revealing tactics, mind liberator? dont say such obsurd things
i spit funk like turds bring, bitch u just a bird in a man suit
i heard u dance cute, and get down in ya mans boots
my right hand troops assembled in tremblin speed
them wit me, so much as a sentence b can make u enemy
shit browner than hennesy bottles, and ur covered in it
u brothers finished, cuz i can write a diss novel in another minute
so suffer endless blows to the temple, by temple taught thoughts
get tooken back to a box like rentals its simple u got caught
tryin be be hot hot i popop u chili peppers
my romper stompers chomp ya "womp wompin" silly steppers
u really never should diss, the cleverist spick
to ever rip the the mic, strike u till i sever ur shit

some shit i directed at wu banga on the diss the dude above u thread

oDoUoSoKo
06-25-2006, 09:00 PM
minus a weapon on me, ur hinies will find that im reppin strongly
i welcome trouble like a door mats,so cat's be steppin on me
i dont give a fuck as if i auctioned my dick off
i mite walk in take my mouth of saftey while u talkin and lick off
often im pissed off til i think of 50 cent in lingerie
drink my mind in haze, on the brink of blinkin beyond a day
smacked a midget askin for lucky charms and he groin struck
im blessed with coin luck, tell i met zed and was oink fucked (from pulp fiction)
growin up was hard till i became a tranny wearin heels
i kno enuff for bars but fuck the Diamonds if im scarrin Neil
sought out sex appeal and revealed my thrid nipples now
i lactate when im cash late as if i tickled cows
get ya ass placed in a ambulance face left a damaged shit
for statin blasphemis word passed thru a turd sandwich bitch
and ate wit cabbage, grits, as i laff and sitt on ur girlys lap
she wasnt tired till she saw my dick and went down for an early nap
surlly cat, who worries none, dirty cap and wordy gums
30 raps to flurry bums, and back packers...bury em

Da Dishonourable Don
06-26-2006, 01:18 PM
trippy verse Dusk lol!

Da Dishonourable Don
06-26-2006, 02:33 PM
yo, date rape pills, 9 dollar abortions/
force your pigeon in submission, have her swallowin' foreskin/
Creepy Follows, the horseman, wielding a sharp sword/
ya swimming in sharks shores with no life jacket/
knife packin' serial killa with 5 identities/
git sniped like a Kennedy, watch the chrome gleam/
hollow tips implode, pop ya dome clean/
while coke fiends roam on the strip for a quick fix/
my block's full of gun toting killas with big clips/
stick dick to ya wiz, force hands on your kids/
the grimiest, demanding my props, stand on the block/
if you don't know what time it is, check the hands on your clock/
barrel of monks, double barrel pump to ya sternum/
blunts that I'm burnin' keep my eyes bloodshot for mugshots/
corrupt cops wanna plant drugs in the socks/
but through the dirty schemes, I get off cleaner than clorox/
four shots from the snubbed nose, quick kills for sick thrills/
stick dills to ya moms, Dishonourable Don steez/
parmegan cheese, rigatoni, raviolis/
red wine bottles git popped off like shiny chromies/
grimy chronies follow their leader, hollows and heaters/
call me a cheater, 'cause I never took the honest route, beyond the doubt/
my crew's thicker than the horsedick up in ya momma's mouth/
B.O.M., bomb 'em out, gas masks and flak jackets/
war tactics, right hand blows leaving your cabbage wrapped/
total package raps, Lex Luger, teks, rugers/
salute the vets, who da best from EgWest to Budapest?/
handle ciphers, stay wild out like Tamil Tigers/
from Panatang to Rikers, Toronto to N.Y./ {Panatang jailhouse}
jail cats feeling my verse like twenty bags of lie/
survive on any ave. alive, overcome adversities/
personally, I don't give a fuck if you ain't heard of me/
battle cats wanna catch a rep and rap in tournaments/
but my sledge-hammer verses leave ya heads wrapped in tourniquets/
brittle bones shatter with a touch of my breath/
like being number one at sex, come fuck with the best!!!

another succession timed verse by your boy Creepy Follows aka DDD

oDoUoSoKo
06-26-2006, 03:35 PM
yo is yah names gonna be odd jobz or what?

oDoUoSoKo
06-26-2006, 04:00 PM
oooh ur rite....sorry...no homo

VernakuLa
06-26-2006, 06:27 PM
since my man spoken is droppin

Your str8 runnin to hell, This aint funny but well...
Battlin me is like gunnin yourself, I add up a W under my belt
I take a punch, you throw jabs, Haymakers drop fags
My fisticuffs show, dat you blow bad, Outaa date throwbacks
I'll blister and turn feinds, pistol whip your cranium
You pissin' your earnings, while you hit me like titanium

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oDoUoSoKo
06-26-2006, 06:51 PM
the beef left to me, F.U.C.- haters they catch a pedigree
next to me, barrel of monk sets collectin heads for sheez
dead for cheese, D slap MC's makin em RUN
rap recitle spittin for the titles im takin em son
over a bacon egg and cheese when the beef is left to me
heads is siezed, and TNT's blow till theres nothin left to see
"get ur keys and hurry down, vern and classic taggin cops"
the cool movie dialogue is exchanged until the magnum pops!
"dag im shot" THAI and Triple d's aims done got me shamed
until they were grazed and went crazed, the pigs yelled they mommies names
me i got these herbs chockin, hopin that i show some heart
pleeze before the words spoken, Spoken tore the whores apart
concept red, and bal, dashed to teeths old shack
used to be his uncles, thru the struggles when he sold crack
oh snap me and spoke couldnt catch up in time!
until i woke up in front of a dime that was suckin mine

VernakuLa
06-26-2006, 07:36 PM
nice, im likin the multiples dusk

oDoUoSoKo
06-26-2006, 07:37 PM
odd jobz the final name? going once.....

VernakuLa
06-26-2006, 07:39 PM
fuck sure, as long as we get to fuck peoples up then im gud

oDoUoSoKo
06-26-2006, 07:42 PM
ya done

"O.J."
Vern
classic
god concept
spoken
DDD
Unseen

Visionz
06-26-2006, 11:07 PM
A sick group with killer tatics and a flare for the dramatic
None is erratic crackin spines like sleep on a craftmatic
Been Ill before Nas ruled the world
Back in highschool punks caught the swirl
Nabbed ninja style out the hallways
In latter days them games got more deadly with the play
One eye open always for the cops and en-e-mays
They'll never catch us slippin,my WHOLE crew get them guts to rippin
Role through burnin buildings, not sparing the women or children
When they say killin fields, its us who built 'em.
Check the Vernakula, you better recognize the Spoken word of my people
Before the Don puts the hit out turnin you into Gods Concept for church steeples
Forever Unseen by the time Dusk sets on your slain evil.

tha god concept
06-27-2006, 04:34 AM
the ODDjoBB's fam is nice like helping the blind man cross an intersection
we be the freshest mc's in the corp tossin accurate darts with excellent perfection
while bummy crab mc's jellin yellin weak non-threatnin textn's in every direction
ODDJOBS hold more belts than cowboys in old spaghetti westerns
takin over the corp hacking threw virus detectors
some underground jestures with plans on stealing the kings cepture
while yall be spittin funny like grannie without her dentures
Concept went to rap college and was a lyrical trend setter
rippin letters and sentences together to enter the center
of the eye of the cyphers cyclone wicked stormy weather
im the number one contender with a crew raw as leather
ODDJOBB fam is tight all the time like lids on mayonaise containers
rhymes confusing niggaz like hand shakes from cali gang bangers
i give birth to my rhyme in old dirty barnyard mangers
consperacy theory free-styles buried below area 51 hangars
tongue like a rusty covered daggar dipped in scalding moltin lava
nuclear arms on my torso lanky feenin to grab ya
octagon grapple match squeezin ya lungs like asthma
leavin witnesses in the crowd white as a ghost like casper
dunny i am the anwer!!!!
to your questions and faith
everyone eatin off ODDJOBBS dishes but no ones washin the plates



fuck juss a reel quik free

Da Dishonourable Don
06-27-2006, 04:36 AM
nice like helping a blind man cross the intersection/ lol, for real! lol I like that!

tha god concept
06-27-2006, 06:47 AM
I be reppin ODDJOBS like mexicans boareder jumpin
cause we'll take out the trash n cut the snakes out the grass for next to nuthin
24/7 hungry n slouchin so much u might mistake it for frontin
but naw cousin we eat mc's by the dozens
so stop screw facin or ya gon be oneofem
another victim of rape from a mic like tysons ex wives son
we thrive on lowlives that try to bite our style dunn
i get unpleasent in mere seconds when net gangstas bitch off
clamin they holdin heat...well nigga im tossin pitch forks
nigga ive done dirt yall juss dirty from the shit talk
i can see threw the empty threats like hollowman with his shirt off
the facades over i no yer just a lost little smelly kid
with a heart softer then the under-belly of a jelly fish

oDoUoSoKo
06-27-2006, 08:43 PM
lol good odd jobs is complete
u can put oj and or bom in ur sig if u want (suggested)

Classic
06-29-2006, 08:46 PM
To be honest, everthing from y'alls punches to your POEMS ARE WHACK.
So the only time yall had a "hot-line", is if your PHONE'S-BEEN-TAPPED.
Feeling like Jay-Z, and I'm tryin' to get my zone BACK.
So see us in three years....I'll be sittin' where the THRONES-AT.
Battle Odd Jobz?, we''ll leave your BONES CRACKED, after the TRASH SETTLE
We always in motion, no brake lights only the GAS PEDDLE..
I'm sick in the VERSE, pissed off, fixin' to CURSE.
Flippin' the EARTH, so we say "fuck the world," till your SHIT-IN-THE-DIRT.
I'm rippin' the FIRST, MC that BREAK-OUT, success is a GREAT DOUBT.
Talk shit inside?....I'll be "Outback" like a "STEAKHOUSE".
We hold tha torch in the SKY, blazed and scorched of a HIGH.
When the only time your "fire works" is on the Fourth of JULY
And Classic don't go to the strip CLUBS. (WHY!?)
Cuz I don't have to tip DUBS, just to get my DICK RUBBED.
America's just stripes, if all these stars are SCRAPPED.
And yeah I LOVE THE CLUBS.....but my 'favorite BARS' are RAP.

Father N Dangerous
06-29-2006, 09:07 PM
ight...


Leave ya Forces ta Leak in Portionz, all ya'll WannaBe's Seem Important
Rule the world like i'm Pre-Historic, all da crew's will Need Re-Inforcements
Read and get ya Throat Slit, im Explosive like M-80'z, Expose ya Tendon'z
Enclose my Penmanship, that Signals his Expired Death,
Pencil's his own Enviorment, then FIRE like da Wild Wild West

ta Think

Sicka than aidZ
06-29-2006, 09:25 PM
You aint as sick as the set, were ten steps ahead of ya vets
kevlar lined vests, got nothing on when our berretas level ya chest
You aint worth the disses, take ya weak punches to ya confined grave
A blind slave, has it better off than you, "rockin our mind games"
We practice butchering fools, don't go runnin for tools
You on a mission "huntin for jewels" , we "wet" bitches like dey jumped ina pool

nun special really

just to kick thingies off nawmean?

Took u a whole day to right this??

Sicka than aidZ
06-29-2006, 09:29 PM
cmon now vern, when u gonna learn.../
Everytime you step your gonna get yourself burned.../
Like toast and shit. I'll fuckin detonate a dynamite stick.../
Shove a roman candle up your ass and fuck you with the shit..../
U and your short ass dick need to quit tryin to spit.../
cumbubble baby muthafucka, U earning mad beatdowns cuz u rap like a bitch..

peace

oDoUoSoKo
06-29-2006, 09:42 PM
repressed thoughts, ur best off dippin when im rippin mics
tear ya breast off, like chicken if u aint spittin rite
flippin rookie schmos, wit flow tha cood be pro
u isnt crook-ey monster ur softer than cookie dough
off the rocker, *cough*(fuck) your father, lost, dont bother im aite
up in new york, where new ports get flipped as fast dimes of white
militant cerebral, fillin villainous for sheezal
when these call girls called "girls" tryin to toss my skee-balls
floss ur cheese ya'll, easier for me snatch it quickly
easier for me to bye ur girl a razor her snatch is prickly
batch of shitty rhymes u need to toss in the john
before jay-z byes ur soul for the cost of a bomb!
faulkin with B.O.M is like walkin in 'Nam (vietnam) with spacefull clips (empty)
fork in my palm, talk bout my mom, guns out, tables flipped
stable click who lay to shit playful pricks tryin to masturbate us
when it comes to the cheese motherfucker pass the graters

sucky shit..im tired

Father N Dangerous
06-29-2006, 10:09 PM
Leave ya in tha Emergency, in da New'z ya Heard a Me'
A Perfect Seed, that committed Burglary, wen't on a Murda Spree
Turks in Turbans Burnin' Streets, with more "muscle" then Hercules
in the Hearst ya Sleep, Eternally WE Learn and Teach!!!
Lerk and Creep with Words that Bring no Mercy Please..

VernakuLa
06-30-2006, 12:50 AM
Leave ya in tha Emergency, in da New'z ya Heard a Me'
A Perfect Seed, that committed Burglary, wen't on a Murda Spree
Turks in Turbans Burnin' Streets, with more "muscle" then Hercules
in the Hearst ya Sleep, Eternally WE Learn and Teach!!!
Lerk and Creep with Words that Bring no Mercy Please..


thats some fuckin fire right there lol

VernakuLa
06-30-2006, 01:21 AM
Spark to your pelvis, reveled blood on my side, as the trigga lever gleemed
Darkness stole elements, concealed in the night, da figures never seen
I paralyze crooks in their tracts, silent as snails, when righteoussness fails
Quick ta terrorize rooks wit da math, dyin and pale fists flyin for bail
I break it awesome, When the stakes are stacked in raw slums
Playin apposal, to christian souls who lost him, stackin chips flossin

tha god concept
06-30-2006, 05:48 AM
most yall cats juss stressen propaganda
while the O.J fam stay fresh as tropicana
strong armed grammer like a box of Arm & Hammer
servin mc's food for thought while correcting theyre manners
cause cats these days spittin slopy on stage
they got ya boy punchin like rocky on the page
i no its a FREEstyle but should i not get payed?
im so fuckin FLY they tried to OFF me with RAID
so dam hungry my stomachs growlin tah me
gotta eat sum rap cats like asians do dummy
but they got no flavor, prolly just upset my tummy
so i rip theyre raps apart like a butt naked mummy
nigga i drop jewels like a clumsy cat burglar
but still these funny netcees gotta beef like Fat Burger
so the sinister verbal gank i administer makes walking the plank look similar
ironic the sharkin mc died at the jaws of his family... go figure
son i got rhymes for days to put all heads to bed
dont believe me kid..? go check out my thread
i shit where i eat and bit the hand that fed
cause Concepts immortal haunting mc's heads

tha god concept
06-30-2006, 07:17 AM
the only JAIL SENTENCE you served is when ya rhyme about prison herb
so stop the jabberjaw quick slick cause my word venom burns
leavin men in urns so they team better learn
ODDJoBB' takin over disinfecting yall germs
weak simple rhymes dont tickle my spine or mind cavity
you aint even a man to me all trapped in ya own vanity
you dont defy gravity were on the same planet B
so slow down gradully and unplug that battery
my Piccaso painted scriptures make blind men see the picture
while the dumb and def bless the talented word mixture
Master of Ceremony controlling crowds like Hitler
a king is what they say my rhymes er fit fer
my rap talk taunts crabs threw they moms comps
then i sasquatch stomp fracturing trash rap chumps
makin these stunned cunts bleed like that time of the month
my lyrical jaw-gymnastics get mad props like hollywood stunts

VernakuLa
06-30-2006, 03:28 PM
we spew bubbly concepts, out the window leavin cats praying
And we be dubbing these contests knockouts cuz they seein black pavement!
Attack arragements, We fan out kids, who cant manage our hits
Damage sour clicks who are fleein the planet, when we empower spits
We leak crews juices, batterrin pistols, when we rupture their frame
Cuz their weak excuses, r gatherin issues, when they aint up to the game


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VernakuLa
06-30-2006, 04:04 PM
This Ravenous Click Spewing Sickness...You Know Who The Hell It Is

Just Slappin' Ya Bitch, Do The Difference...TUCO never Felt ya Shit
With This Raw Click, Its Nonesense To Try and Speak with The Gods
Are You Lost? Its Your Job, Bitch, To Die From Beefing With Oddz
We Beat Up Your Crew...Dent you Up If You Would Anger the Vet
You Speakin' to Who? Question Us, And You'll Get Strangled To Death
so Dont Go Grabbin Your Gun...Its Funny How You Stepp'd To Spoke
You Homo-Rappers are done, with Nuthin' But Your Chest and Nose
Your Lying' Scared, Brutally Freightened...Astounded n Restless
Like Buyin' Rare Jewelry Items...You're Bound To Be Neck-Less
You Should Regret It....We Tore your Flesh with this Ruminant Blade
You're Good At Steppin'...but Short o' Breath when u Runnin Away
The Truest Figures...Guns that You Took would Fool Beginners
Your Bullets Injure...But Son, You're Too Shook To Pull The Trigger
ya Spirit is Fake, Dead bitch... WackRappers Needed Aid For Emceein'
my Lyrics could make Sets Dip, So...


Sanatanas Screamin' "Ay!" If I See Him


your schemes sonn mine lol

oDoUoSoKo
06-30-2006, 07:18 PM
wheres the oj at god concept and ddd?lol

Classic
06-30-2006, 11:49 PM
cmon now vern, when u gonna learn.../
Everytime you step your gonna get yourself burned.../
Like toast and shit. I'll fuckin detonate a dynamite stick.../
Shove a roman candle up your ass and fuck you with the shit..../
U and your short ass dick need to quit tryin to spit.../
cumbubble baby muthafucka, U earning mad beatdowns cuz u rap like a bitch..

peace

Fuck, sinve Vern couldn't respond to this shit.
I guess I'll give ya a try Sicka.

I'm THICK-ON-THE-BRINK, this "pussy" so "cocky", even his "DICK-IS-TOO-PINK".
You're the "illest one OUT"? Stick a thermometer in your MOUTH, cause "Sicka then Aidz", ain't as "SICK-AS-HE-THINKS!"
Battlin' a member of O.J.? I'll SHARE THE MIGHT, battle anybody, I don't CARE IN FIGHTS.
But you better "stay cool at the bottom", because judgin' your skills, you won't even do "FAIR-IN-HEIGHTS!" (Farenheits, too.)
Murder Sicka? NAWWW, dis a straigtht up MASSACRE.
Lace my KNIFE wit GAS just to make the "GASHES-BURN!"
Classic is straight DEMONIC, kill VOWs, and then leave you a RIPPED PROMISE.
Then show up at your CASKET like a URINAL, just to PISS-ON-IT!

Surprised Vern didn't reply to this shit.
Usually he's the first to pop up when shit like this goes off.
Just some small shit for ya.
:beer: Cheers Sicka. :beer:

VernakuLa
07-01-2006, 12:13 AM
Fuck, sinve Vern couldn't respond to this shit.
I guess I'll give ya a try Sicka.

I'm THICK-ON-THE-BRINK, this "pussy" so "cocky", even his "DICK-IS-TOO-PINK".
You're the "illest one OUT"? Stick a thermometer in your MOUTH, cause "Sicka then Aidz", ain't as "SICK-AS-HE-THINKS!"
Battlin' a member of O.J.? I'll SHARE THE MIGHT, battle anybody, I don't CARE IN FIGHTS.
But you better "stay cool at the bottom", because judgin' your skills, you won't even do "FAIR-IN-HEIGHTS!" (Farenheits, too.)
Murder Sicka? NAWWW, dis a straigtht up MASSACRE.
Lace my KNIFE wit GAS just to make the "GASHES-BURN!"
Classic is straight DEMONIC, kill VOWs, and then leave you a RIPPED PROMISE.
Then show up at your CASKET like a URINAL, just to PISS-ON-IT!

Surprised Vern didn't reply to this shit.
Usually he's the first to pop up when shit like this goes off.
Just some small shit for ya.
:beer: Cheers Sicka. :beer:


ohhh fuck, i aint see dis shit

VernakuLa
07-01-2006, 12:34 AM
ayo this faggot hater wants to belittle my damn skill
He gathers more shit on paper than major land fills
I'll send this chump home, fairy aint right wit a fighter
He workin on his net strength every day like a frantic spider
Your bars are dog shit, stuck in the paws, bitch
He hit up the blogs quick, cries and then bawls, rich
His set was slept through, like late night infomercials
Respect the best fool, I dislike fake fights n inter-murals

lazy but still burnt up

VernakuLa
07-01-2006, 10:17 PM
Chrome packaged in wrapped plastic, its just to our dismay
Foes get blasted like jack rabbits, when weak fronts are displayed
I be spittin acidic writtens, while you left burnin, wantin more
My steem glistens off wit the distance, crew left hurtin on the floor
We crumble up gay dreams, while dumb fucks lay deceased
Our fumbles, they shake knees, piled guns, they duck sayin please


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tha god concept
07-05-2006, 04:48 AM
son i dare you to hunt for the Barrel Of Monks
we packin long gats in the front like elephant trunks
OddJoBBs and SSC battle then rattle these punks
theyre cadaver surrounded by laughter then funk
half steppin, second guessin lie'n to THA GOD in ya confession
i spit harder than you son , my flemm is the best weapon
venom in ya direction stops ya team like intersections
dressin ya up in a Russian Neck Tie while pulling out ya large intestins
ya best to hit the fuckin dirt kid like startled ostrages
cause Concepts not takin nonsense only hostages
pickin on netcees is easy like pockets kid
predicting ya downfall like all them profits did

VernakuLa
07-05-2006, 04:52 AM
son i dare you to hunt for the Barrel Of Monks
we packin long gats in the front like elephant trunks
OddJoBBs and SSC battle then rattle these punks
theyre cadaver surrounded by laughter then funk
half steppin, second guessin lie'n to THA GOD in ya confession
i spit harder than you son , my flemm is the best weapon
venom in ya direction stops ya team like intersections
dressin ya up in a Russian Neck Tie while pulling out ya large intestins
ya best to hit the fuckin dirt kid like startled ostrages
cause Concepts not takin nonsense only hostages
pickin on netcees is easy like pockets kid
predicting ya downfall like all them profits did


Ur still alive?

tha god concept
07-05-2006, 04:53 AM
tha god concept freshley dipped in a polo sweater
gucci frames , wu wear jeans it dont get no better
man please.......i dont usually rap about cheese
but i got more green then when pinocchio sneeze

you no my steeze, and how i love to clock figures
pushin rock on the block pointin glocks at niggaz
now the spots hot cause i had to pull the trigga
but i aint stoppin cause my skrilla gotta get bigga

man how u figure, you can take my riches
i got the sickest team and the baddest bitches
my index itches , when im drivin round town
cause everytime your dough is up
theres a nigga tryin to bring it down

son ive never been clowned, but thanks for askin
my main fuckin bitch is a trained assasin
straight blastin , steady creepin in the night
when shes done wit you shes goin right to ya wife
and if you got seeds she'll even take they life
then she comes home and rocks me like i rock the mic

reel tight, like tha cat woman suit
a down ass bitch that aint shook to shoot
she got devilish eyes and pink timbaland boots
shes striking like lightning thrown down from zeus

VernakuLa
07-05-2006, 04:55 AM
ur still alive

THIRSTEN HOWLL

Da Dishonourable Don
07-05-2006, 07:42 AM
yo my freestyle's sicka than Somalian children/
Creepy Follows the villain, leave your brains sprawled on the ceiling/
Da Don's palms on ya baby-mommy's tits, saliva on my salami tip/
non-chalantly leaving her kwami ripped, constantly bomb it like tsunami hits/
calmly spit the flow but I still massacre mics/
kid, I play dice games that add up to almost half of your life/
snatchin' ya ice from your neckpiece, git stuck up for your lemon-heads/
at the back of my building, we be grillin' out the rent-a-feds/ {security}
sexin' your girl proper while I'm puffin' a Bob Marley/
I bet you hater mothafuckas want to stick a mob on me/
fuckin' cops on me, 5-0 be looking for a lead/
I slit a bitch's throat and left the hooker on her knees to bleed/ [word?]
jook ya for your trees, I'm a shiesty weedsmoker/
I got crackheads that'll shank ya for the price of three boulders/
you as nice as me soldier?, [right] hell must be freezing over/
you couldn't get a fucking buzz out if your career was based on cracking sodas/
snap ya shoulders, crackin' your sternum, burn 'em with the fatal fire/
roundhouse kicks leavin' your mouth split like cable wire/
y'all Gene Wilder freestylers should be doing Comic View/
bomb a nuke on ya troops, you vomit puke, beyond da truth/
your momma's spooked, 'cause my flow's horrifyingly morbid/
a poor kid, raised in the ghetto where killas roam/
conceal the chrome, or peel ya dome, whichever whichway's better/
switchblades dead ya, split your face and rip your fake pleather/
stay clever, wiser than a shaolin monk/
meditating on high mountains, smoke an ounce of skunk/
bounce you punks out the club with rusty 38 snub/
git your dirty face plugged, for trying to perpetrate thug/
real skills don't require a&r's and record deals/
2 turntables and a mic, to keep the cypher ill/
strike ya grill, Trench Town, westbound G'd up/
what the fuck you know about ten pound reups?/
big moves, big tools, screw bitches with big boobs/
dick juice splashed in a cup for sluts with clit loose/
oops I mean loose clits, my crew spits the most vicious/
smackin hoe bitches, the impact be crackin' nose bridges!

quick verses homie

tha god concept
07-05-2006, 11:05 PM
the mastermind captured dimes and fractuctured spines
relax and find other rappers rhymes sound wack next to mine
go back in time then press rewind i bet ull find
lyrics so fresh they ripin up the alterd state of mind
stop snitchin logo sewn in the front of my polo
me and unseen still wrekkin with force in the dojo
split niggaz like atoms when im spittin solo
the only time a mc can rip me is in a fuckin photo
sippin from the grail sittin on my own throne
beatin my war drums with old opponants bones
spittin so hard mouth leakin a rabies type foam
mind frame of an angry old man drinkinin alone at home
heavy weight battle champ belt holder
makin enemies neighbours say they smelt an odour
while ya decomposing in the fridge next to yogurt
skin fallin off ya limbs like leaves in the winds of october
egos flee the scence when approached by OdDJObbz team
knowing they gonna fumble in the rumble its a fact ask UNSEEN
half steppin so much ya need my shoulder to lean
im fresher than crest brushin ya teeth while flossin my cream

Da Dishonourable Don
07-07-2006, 07:55 PM
I FUCKED T-RIBE's MOMMA, NOW I GOT HURPIES........DAMN!{:(

tha god concept
07-07-2006, 08:01 PM
dam....that bitch burnt me bad 2.......genital warts

amazing in the sheets tho...i beat that pussy up almost as raw as i murked t-ribe

tha god concept
07-08-2006, 01:24 AM
150 pounds soaked wet ....but quik to leave the enemy with a broke neck courtesy of my pro-keds
no shit....son i am the truth
dope like state to state with to keys laced in the liner of my bubble goose
the subtle truth leaked out from the clowns rubber tooth
who never knew i live two lives like under cover sleuths
pumble you......Trife Tyson knockin out mc's first round
fuck a fist ....i rip kids with verbs and nouns words and sounds to burn you clowns
you herd me pal ive earned my crown
so back the fuck down and check the pure raw
i dont fear death.....so why the fuck would i fear yall
walk around town skrew facin with a steele claw
also gota 50 callibur dessert eagle i will draw
sniper vision and safety off my flows disticnt like the sound of a kalishnakoff
bustin off strays at you cats wit raps to piss you off
got animal control payed off to off you dogs
the law be Gods and courts adjurned for all you frauds
ive been keepin it reel reppin the hip-hop culture
my b-boy stance so dope it should be sculptered
brain washin simpletons i got a cult herd
waco texas paragraphs scary raps sourrounded by voltures
king pin swingin threw the animal kingdom kidnapping children
my terrorist raps so fly collapsin buildins
battle victoms left stinkin cathin feelins
my DELIVERENCE is hidious and i got the pigs squeelin


crazy drunk free-style

Robert
07-08-2006, 01:51 AM
^^Yeah man i like it, some of the line are streched and shit but if its a freestyle then that dont matter, the wordplay is good with some good lines in there, keep it up
peace

Classic
07-08-2006, 02:43 AM
(Get Low Class)
Get low like a SECRET, if you PEEP-IT you could KEEP IT.
Roll a blunt and CHIEF IT, with the same lips that I SPEAK-WITH.
Focused on my goals, got WEEDED-TO-ACHIEVE-IT!
Cuz you gotta be born with these skills, ain't now way I can TEACH-IT.

(NOW TURN IT UP CLASS!)
But I知 DRILLIN'-OPPOSITIONS, cuz I知 ILL-IN-COMPOSITIONS!
And my SKILLS IN TOP POSITIONS, got me KILLIN' COMPEITIONS!
I pop totes, get WILD WITH "E", grab the VILE THEN FLEE!
Plus I知 versatile, so Class got more "STYLES" THAN "P"!

(Now Get Low Class)
But I stay DEALIN-MILLIONS, catch me LAID BACK CHILLIN'.
Now we got people killin' people, fuck who made that WILLIN'?
Found out blood pours blood, with the BEST-IN-THE-STREET.
But I now I know people are in better places, so they RESTIN'-IN-PEACE.

(NOW TURN IT UP CLASS!)
So catch me TOKIN' THA STUFF when I知 SMOKIN' THE DUTCH!
You壇 think my "WHIP担" is my "BITCH" the way I知 "CHOKIN-THE-CLUTCH"!
Never held my LIP FOR SHIT, always been out SPOKEN-ENOUGH!
Plus I DIG DEEPER THAN MY HEART, my shit痴 WROTE IN THE GUT
......It Makes you

Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.
Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.

Add-on wit this shit.

T-ribe
07-08-2006, 02:53 AM
I step in ya cypher rip each and every to shreads/Talkin bout mommas/ Lets talk bout yours instead/ Concepts ma drips cum from her ears/ when her fat ass rolls out'a bed/ the don's ma aint got legs/So she sucks dick while standing on her head/Both kats is inbreed, so they uncle is also they pops/Fuckin Concept talks bout Murking me... but how?/when the voting stopped/I think the Dons a cop/ an undercover Dick wit 1 in his mouth/100 bars of non-sence, to me that shit don't count/I hate it when ya moms pouts/ Concept I wanna knock the bitch out/ If I do though yo/I'm sure my best hoe will bounce/She aint got an ounce of cents, but an ass worth millions/she'll deep throat them all, krimy crooks, junkies and villans/Don't catch feelins, reality bites/The Don's mom gives more blows to the head, than Friday Night Fights/

T-ribe
07-08-2006, 02:57 AM
Ya'll a never silence me
A pack of pussy's
4 for a buck
They wanna taste of one man,
Like my dick was fruit by the foot


Ya'll really are some weak bitches!!!!!

Thai Gear
07-08-2006, 08:43 AM
t-ribe what's that coming out of ur mouth?
forget its shit

Sicka than aidZ
07-08-2006, 02:48 PM
Murder Sicka? NAWWW, dis a straigtht up MASSACRE.


^^^666please

Classic
07-08-2006, 08:50 PM
Just part of the bar, Sicka.
:Y

oDoUoSoKo
07-08-2006, 09:50 PM
spoke u a spick too? O SHIT

oDoUoSoKo
07-08-2006, 10:25 PM
(Get Low Class)
Get low like a SECRET, if you PEEP-IT you could KEEP IT.
Roll a blunt and CHIEF IT, with the same lips that I SPEAK-WITH.
Focused on my goals, got WEEDED-TO-ACHIEVE-IT!
Cuz you gotta be born with these skills, ain't now way I can TEACH-IT.

(NOW TURN IT UP CLASS!)
But I知 DRILLIN'-OPPOSITIONS, cuz I知 ILL-IN-COMPOSITIONS!
And my SKILLS IN TOP POSITIONS, got me KILLIN' COMPEITIONS!
I pop totes, get WILD WITH "E", grab the VILE THEN FLEE!
Plus I知 versatile, so Class got more "STYLES" THAN "P"!

(Now Get Low Class)
But I stay DEALIN-MILLIONS, catch me LAID BACK CHILLIN'.
Now we got people killin' people, fuck who made that WILLIN'?
Found out blood pours blood, with the BEST-IN-THE-STREET.
But I now I know people are in better places, so they RESTIN'-IN-PEACE.

(NOW TURN IT UP CLASS!)
So catch me TOKIN' THA STUFF when I知 SMOKIN' THE DUTCH!
You壇 think my "WHIP担" is my "BITCH" the way I知 "CHOKIN-THE-CLUTCH"!
Never held my LIP FOR SHIT, always been out SPOKEN-ENOUGH!
Plus I DIG DEEPER THAN MY HEART, my shit痴 WROTE IN THE GUT
......It Makes you

Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.
Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.

Add-on wit this shit.

(get baked zeedy)

-the undisputed general of BOM and the rest
who makes sure fakes whores aint strong armin the set
i got pussy hoe stench on my palm and im vexxed
lyrical beast gats a priest, get ur abdominals blessed

(turn it up zeedy)


HAVE A MILLI LONG SCAR PLANTED SQUARE ON YA THROAT
THE TYPE TO THIRD ARM KNIFE YA WIFE LEAVE PUBIC HAIR ON HER COAT
THE NICEST WRITIN SPICK TO STRIKE IT AFTER NAIRS ON HER CHOCH
I GOT ADVICE IF U DONT LIKE IT BITCHES, CLEAR OFF THE BOAT!!

(lets sail dusk)

--i havent figured the scene
did he jus call me a nigga or is this a dream?
"suc my dick then" --is he kidding to me?
-so i drove a fuckin BIC PEN into his splien

(FUCK IT UP)

FUCK PARENTAL ADVISORY STICKERS, I FUCKS WIT A PEN
METHOD TOLD YOU FUCK THE WORLD I SAY FUCK IT AGAIN
CHECK DESTRUCTION SLASH PERSUCSSION AND ERRUPTION OF SINS
CASH CREW, CASHEWS I LEAVE NUTS ON YA CHIN AND TELL YOU...

VernakuLa
07-10-2006, 06:09 PM
(Get Low NAK)
Shatterin heads, rulin spots wit clicks n smacks of some lead
Graspin a leadge, fools get shots, wit sick spits, in the back of da head
Fleein the scene, feinin' for green, in the back of my dome
Punks get shot in the spleen, bucklin knees, from the lack of some bones

(NOW TURN IT UP NUCCA)
SMACKIN THESE BITCHES FOR, ACTIN PRETENTIOUS
FACT IS THEY NEED GIVINS, FOR RIDIN IN THE BACK OF A BENTLEY
FUCK I'M ON A MISSION TO SPLIT DOMES, WITH THICK CHROME
CLICK DRONES, WHO GET WHOLES, IN THEY RIB BONES

(Now Get Low NAStY)
You know how naks nasty writtens attack wack prisms
splat fat visions, of half assed livin
Rap as a givin, i breather in life to the feinds of the night
Feelin delight for killin them serious, right



(NOW TURN IT UP NaKUlA!)
THESE SISSIES IN THE GAME, PISSIN WRITTENS INSANE
WICKS TO A FLAME, BASH SKULLS AND START LICKIN THE BRAIN
I SPIT UNGODLY TO THE SYSTEM, LEAVE THEM THROBBING WITH ISM
SLOBS GET EATEN, AND NO SOULS IM RETREIVIN


Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.
Touch it, Bring it, Babe, Watch it, Turn it, Leave it, STOP, Format it.

oDoUoSoKo
07-10-2006, 07:48 PM
my verse is atleast better than missys lol

oDoUoSoKo
07-26-2006, 10:31 PM
ITS NOT DEAD BROTHAS, our the threads lookin like unwed mothers
so let me clear my throat and have u bitches spazzin like ed lova
have ya head covered as lead lyrics deploy at god speed
and to clear the air, THIS IS NOT A SET THAT AUD LEADS

Da Dishonourable Don
07-27-2006, 07:20 AM
many minimizers making man mention me/
mechanizing mc's microphones, melody ministries/
more manatic mind memory, monopolizing/
multi-cultural, mad monotomy, mostly modifying/
independent ill intentions, in it's indirection/
implicating impeculiar impotent impressions/
pedestrian, passenging pastuerized perfection/
petty past-times, pulverizing pulp professions/
enumerate, equivalent, equality's environment/
envy entitles every entity expiring, entirement/
judicial justifying juveniles/
jeapordizing jack-asses, juror juristiction, jousts/
liability, launching long linears, lingustically/
lexicograpic lines licensed life-time liberty/
verbal velocity, valedictorian's variety/
violently vaccinating vulgar vinal vitality!

just talkin' mega shit, haha madafackas!

oDoUoSoKo
08-01-2006, 08:58 PM
evacuate the premisces, nemises' chemist piss
ur sweet its evident ull get left wit a speech impediment
seek intelligence till ur beak is beat with a metal stick'
announce ur trout, im yellin it, till u pronounce it rebel ins
devils prince, nicer than greg, tighter than dreds
the beepin life support as my beat, ill write til im dead
lighter than bread rappers, get tied to tracks as i twist my must
ache, bust ass like jlo trapped in a cum gland dusk
smash with green contacts and body paint, ungodly saints
taintin the water rapin your daughters wiggas u hardly aint
faint stinky bean farts tear apart where ya heart
pumps blood dumps scud on dum fucks
scum mud eaters bust duds in girls
cum fud need'ta trust buds
what


w/e jus feel like being stupid wit it

tha god concept
08-03-2006, 05:12 AM
Concept the warlord from the great whyte north west
blood stains the cold snow when my fists bust threw ya chest
turnin men into skelletons the scene is a mess
verbal flows smackin hoes and liftin up they dress
i got the crazy wild verbals that half yall want
runnin threw crews like a pissed off mastadon
rap olympics gold medalist in the tri-athalon
inbred chickenheads dick fed from palms to spawn
my devilish brood gonna come gunnin with truth
givt revolver off safety every clips a tooth
the only hole ya head penetrated was a fuckin noose
if i was you homie id be fuckin duckin too
im grimmee like park benches in the Nolia
kid nap ya crew, laugh at you when i told ya i sold ya
black market pimpin slave trade soldier
ya mom dukes ask "where is he", in hell is what i told her

tha god concept
08-03-2006, 06:09 AM
~~~B.T.K~~~

the whole mutha fuckin masta plans gone wrong
i drop bombs....stomp strong like godzilla threw Hong Kong
so much game my fans shakin pom-poms
yall dont want none....like a haggard hooker hole
ya styles so bitch its equipped with a stripper pole
i gotta sicker flow my reps juss as good as gold
so give me respect or ya next in the sleeper hold
my hearts grown cold....so i laugh at all opponents
ya lifes in the grip of my fist, you dont even own it
i trapem like like rodents clampin on necks till they exploded
Concept tha gods hand picked to be the chosen
talk totin...cause my language is lethal
your compared to me is the perfect example of "all men arent created equal"
my sheeth holds a steeple steady throwin hexes when wrekkin
tie you up from my truck to a pole then drive the other direction
learn some fuckin lessons and quit fuckin testin
cause the God can only hand out so many blessins for confessions
bury the murder weapon....stomp on all snakes walkin bare foot
gave madoosa a hair cut, im harder than the victims she stared up
you scared duck?...huntin seasons juss around the corner
gettin wet in a sec stealin bodis from the coroner
embalming fluid soaked fingers, good for smokin horrors
half yall cats half steppin like injured skate boarders!!!

Eddy
09-19-2006, 10:13 PM
damn what happened to this thread? ima spit in it tomoro...paz