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04-20-2006, 01:42 AM
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The People's Champ
Join Date: Sep 2005
Age: 34
Posts: 13,663
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Welcome to the Wu Dojo
I'm settin up this thread here for all the battle emcees to come in here and drop when maybe you feel like spittin some lyrics but you can't find nobody willing to take up the challenge there on the spot. Now, if you wanna call someone out don't wait, just spit some fire, put a line or two with whoever's name and maybe they'll get back at you. Now since is the Dojo, don't be waiting on no votes, you sould be in here for the love of battlin', post the feedback if you wanna, and you could even cut and paste to take votes for battle outside of here if people really wanted to find out who won if things start gettin really heated. The point though, is that the Dojo never closes, free styles or sparring, it don't matter.
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04-20-2006, 01:43 AM
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akaTRIFE TYSON~spitboxer
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: B.C CANADA
Age: 33
Posts: 2,739
Rep Power: 12  |
yo crazy eyedea unseen....u always onPoinT dog...
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"When I die bury me with the LO on... Official to the death for all eternity and so on"  Lo Down & Dirty " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL" "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
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04-20-2006, 01:45 AM
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akaTRIFE TYSON~spitboxer
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: B.C CANADA
Age: 33
Posts: 2,739
Rep Power: 12 |
ayo the crowd screams and cameras be flashin
concept got madd style like London high fashion grab the pen n start stabbin as i enter the dragon b-boys n girls make sexual transactions im taxin....anyone that reads this script takin that 2 minutes out ya lips to sink ya'll ships you think you rip..??? maybe if u restin in peace ill stranggle ya thoughts n beliefs wit ya bed sheets haunt ya dreams with elementals as the demon speaks tellin you ya weak and shouldnt speak got it locked in hellz basement awkward and adjacent to ya crews pacience concept diggin graves in the pet cemetary cause yall fakin mind rapin hell raizin on every page son...i do damage always packin steele like imma magnet hip-hop dragnet furious n flagrent yall get sprayed like where my tag went pissin on niggaz so emcees smellin my man sent take a leave of absence.....cause concept spittin raw like the haulocaust fuck tossin im drinkin all malatove....cocktails mine as well im on fire like hell or when N.Y fell open to opponents like harvard vs yale squared off with a god and ready to impale
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"When I die bury me with the LO on... Official to the death for all eternity and so on" Lo Down & Dirty " WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL" "MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
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04-20-2006, 02:00 AM
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The People's Champ
Join Date: Sep 2005
Age: 34
Posts: 13,663
Rep Power: 48 |
Mentally I'm so subliminal it's criminal,
I invade like an invisible general Carry 4 stars, I murder in 4 bars Drive away from homicide in unmarked cars When I was a kid I used to wish on the Osirus constellation The adult serves emcees decimation in atleast five nations Your proclamations and declarations ain't giving independence I free minds whenever the pen hits, the heart quits I send electric shocks to bring 'em back to life Just to show the coldest killer could still be hella nice But never think twice to slice, hit em' hard enough for a DNA splice Drinkin blended rice between wires, I won't retire from flippin the non-scripted I just my thrown fist in the air, tellin 'em to get lifted |
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08-19-2006, 01:07 PM
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Banned
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: japan
Posts: 351
Rep Power: 0 |
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04-20-2006, 02:05 AM
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The People's Champ
Join Date: Sep 2005
Age: 34
Posts: 13,663
Rep Power: 48 |
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04-20-2006, 07:58 PM
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Now known as Defcee
Join Date: Sep 2003
Location: Chicago Illa-NOISE
Age: 23
Posts: 1,255
Rep Power: 12 |
Yo, I been this nice since four wheels on mountain bikes
Leave you like porn stars in menage a trois videos: stuck in a dike Like priests shoutin' the Ten Commandments, readin' you ya rites My rhymes shine, flossin' cold lyrics, fuck ice Battle you twice, and prove that you half-bastard Check how many emcees been embarassed by my battle mathematics Ya rhymes are dated, homes, and ya spit's spent Get a nickel and a penny, maybe then you'll have a sixth sense Spit in the present tense, y'all cats live in the past Jeff Gordon emcee, check the competition I done passed Feel the fury of my fiery punchlines, I rhyme wrath Y'all cats are better off arrangin' garbage, ya line's trash Only way I'd be whack, is if the mob came for me Rip ribald rappers like the fringes on Old Glory Shine ten times the sun, homey, I spit solar Have rappers retire quicker than pit crews at Daytona
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04-20-2006, 09:03 PM
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You say your definitive, what are you defining?
Bringin back just weak chiming n the art of self gratifying Your weak clique can't spit sick if it was the Yakuza with sars Your outta orbit trying to fuck a Bush like you were mars just a couple of lines to post something |
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04-20-2006, 10:08 PM
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Next God of War
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Mount Olympus
Age: 25
Posts: 332
Rep Power: 0 |
My birth was easy for moms, she ain't have to push or SHOUT.
I kicked through da pussy, bungied with the chord, and BALLED-THE-FUCK-OUT! My verses are amazing, people call em MAGIC-TRICKS! Never runnin' outta paper, they say I'm the little piggy who stacked his HOUSE-WIT-"BRICKS!" These verses are electrocuting, they call 'em EXSTATIC! I just dropped three bars, and this shit is still a "CLASSIC"! |
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04-20-2006, 10:20 PM
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The People's Champ
Join Date: Sep 2005
Age: 34
Posts: 13,663
Rep Power: 48 |
Its 420 & I'm lookin asiatic, you must high cause you didn't rhyme mathematics
Bringin static that you can't afford, leaving ya words hangin same way I do emcees with this mic cord Hordes of you fake rappers ain't livin the life, frontin like you hard but don't know the meaning of strife Or what a dope line looks or sounds like, pedaling to get nowhere like a stationary bike You a puppy, u dont have the teeth to bite, you could be Tiger Woods and still not swing right I bang tight like the head of a drum, your kiddie raps be suckin on dum-dums Don't make me pop ya lollys, leave you in trouble like Timmy hollering for your collie But that's the folley of that TV image, no one to save you, not even popeye with his spinach I go rounds in three minutes, you MayWeather the storm to avoid your fate but I'm the champ when battlin you Cruiserweights |
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04-22-2006, 02:09 PM
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Demigod Status
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Ypsilanti, Michigan
Age: 25
Posts: 492
Rep Power: 0 |
I be makin tha dead presidents,
Heavily packed like sediments// Evidence gets erased, when I slay em and bomb the residence// Listen here's tha lesson, we workin until perfection is evident// Verse malevolence smash n slash ya larynix// Cuttin headz like lettuces, yeah nyuka I said it// Then I stick n beat it, now ya girl walkin like George Jefferson// Jetsons is the next on tha list, I piss on epic's n shit// Scripts like a bible, Im draftin the newest Testament// Does this deserve a rep? lol. Mayyyybe. Mayyyybe not. Im kinda rusty.
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"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." -Krishnamurti  Tha Live Wire Rhyme Recline Ya Minds Eye... NEW TRACKS!!!www.myspace.com/verseatyle1http://verseatyle1.googlepages.com |
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05-03-2006, 09:43 AM
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DON SOLO DA DARKLORD
Join Date: May 2006
Location: HARM CITY, MURDER LAND
Posts: 9
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Just Ya Average Nigga Grinding But Still Broke As Fuck/
Harmcity Keep Me Depressed So I Just Keep Rolling Up/ Walk Da Block Say Wassup To Donna Then Go Cop A Dutch/ Life Is Serious So I Got A Tighter Grip On Dis Mic I Clutch/ Spitting Manuscripts Bout To Flip Like A Bitch Off Clear Liquids/ 99 Banannas For Dis Quap I'm Evil 4 Dis Green Like David Banner/ Spit Verbal Mind Tricks My Minds Sick Given Mc's Throat Cancer/ Speechless No Answer? Break A Leg Disengage ya B-boy Stance Huh!!/ My enemy has risen destiny is his ending as I sip my guinness stout/ Flowing Wit Tunnel Vision 2 Quick Incisons Rip Ya Jaw From Ya Mouth/ Cuz North East Baltimore Holding It Down We Reppin Wu-tang South
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 "While I'm sippin herbal teas verbal bees plant fertal seeds// bithces leave wit brokebacks, swollen palms & purple kness// circle thiefs like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus got OSCAR NOMINEE MC stuck to my hatchet" - HOLOCAUST "Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't." Last edited by BALTIMORE GOD OF WAR; 05-04-2006 at 11:31 PM. |
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05-03-2006, 08:35 PM
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Iron Man 3
Join Date: Dec 2004
Posts: 18,188
Rep Power: 65 |
zeeds back its been a while, feel the dang bash force
quap is gwop, some people need a slang crash course ofcourse ive put in work im worth a worthy mention in the top ten and, dont even have to pay attention cuz i stay relelntless, when i piss on ur memorial how can u defend that ur not a bird when u rep the orioles screw up, project tenant in training, pesent remainin to test the game and yet ya team cant even take the pennant slain in a second u lame, the effect of the statements, im layin in ur direction u fake beein hard, like viagra erections stagger ur brain when i jablines towards ur chin how many of ur meat riders could u afford to bring awarded a kings crown due to the 10 in front the -0 villainous evil...i shoot the cunts and slash heroes wierdo in the game, a dame lounge singer douste the flames "reader" and i aint pointin any fingers  i havent spit in a while, been very busy so its kinda wack.
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05-08-2006, 03:01 AM
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Wu-Tang Soul Menace
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: FLORIDA REP TAMPA BABY
Age: 27
Posts: 324
Rep Power: 8  |
the fuse spark heavy lighter hotter than a savana
the smoker of rhymes i get higher than a hippy on marijuan from here to tijuana be bashin premadonas with a complex with west miamians makin nosense even after readin contents they mind is to condence i cover a larger perameter i to high for th boy to fast out the speedometer he hydroge u can compare to this new element i'm of the charts boy against I youl get pounded to the sediment yes Rock is the Determining factor vernsuck-alots demise i dont have to punch a line 4 u to adhear to a rhyme nig. verbally i gets mines u just mad cause i speak truth we can even play with words in audio inside a booth i'll have you holdin ya mouth like u lost a tooth sayin he is mad nice i'm cooler than cool luke-warm nigga i'm dry ice when hot im the spice the curry that cant be served will u the kid from the block every one calls a herb u have the nerve not to understand "American" in this land but i'm the cuban with more understandin of the english that was inately taught to this man i'm of rank 1st dan in this dojo of Wu little shodowboxer my manthis style will beat yo non existant kung-fu Vern who when u were born non even yo pops had a clue imbed this in yo brain like paper and glue baby raper you rhymin aint shit in yo language "poo poo" Nigga....YO SOUL IS MINE
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ROCKD IN THE HAUSE<- WU-TANG SOUL MENACE |
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05-10-2006, 12:04 AM
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Banned
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Heaven
Age: 16
Posts: 648
Rep Power: 0 |
Fuck all these wack emcees Slippy Pimp is in the cipher/ barley hops, cocaine, jolt, and mini thins got me hyper/ liger napoleon raps you cats been chatting with fine babes all day?/ just b-cuz you some no pussy getting motherfuckers doesn't mean your gay/ lay bars like a gold mine, wipe my ass with your scripture, here you can fold mine/ i'll leave ink stains on your ass poppin cherrys like I sold wine/ bold or fine, caligraphy written only halve bitten or previosley been chewed/ I'm wondering how many of you kids deviousley get screwed/booed out, stomped or smothered in hot sauce/ I sent one of my bitches to suck your dick and all she got was cock floss/ now tell me who claims be the hardest rapper of this wu-tang corp?/ i'm hungry like a fat kid-Got Pork?/i'm only nine years old but ten times your senior/ i'm calling out all blacks, white, chinese and the beeners/ fienders for what I got like you smelt crack in the air/ scent gave you diarreha? I got scriptures to spare/ step up in the dragons lair I puff more but don't inhale/ blew my verse in your ear and just made another crack sale/ flack jackets strapped up I keep the pootie green wrapped up, like bitches licked and slapped up/ clapped up/ you pussys can keep your flaps up/ cuz slippy's bitches is coming in and taking names, shitting on you with my heavy game/ push a chrysler cuz chevy's lame/ call me christ sir cuz this GOD's insane/ I'll chain any of you homo's to the back of my truck/ try and test the pimp boy don't press your luck/ i'll try to put this as blunt as possible/ you cats are coming on faker then disney channels kim implausible/ light weight and tossable/ smoked up like my rasta hoe- hold up I almost lost my flow/ Slippy Pimp has just entered your domain/ i'm serve you mother fuckers like my momma serves lo mein/ Chow-pow/Kung-pie chicken/ribbed spermcidal latex for the kitten/ I keep rippin rubbers-deep dicken on all my oppenents/ when my foam hits your forehead/ it feels like i'm on the chicago typewriter- I pour lead- Crayola Rapist Red/ or aqua marine/ slippy rocks nothing but green and cream corn/ hired the incredible hulk to film some mean porn, hand the bible i'm sworn in/ now bring on the first bitch that's ready for the whoring...
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