The official kill the guy above you thread

[whers]

Barking On The Homie Shizz...
Don't You Know You'll Get Bit...
Once Thrown In The Snake Pit ?
You From The Land Of The Lost Right ?
GZA Remineded Me Of Your Type...
Lets See Your Skills When The Light Turns To Night
I'm A Vampire Sith Smoking A Spliff
I Stub It Out On Your Eyelids Kid
For Tryna Come At The Chief Of My Clique
Your Rhymes Are Childs Play Throw The Pen Away
Come On...Whats The Delay ?
I'm The One Who Taught Cassius Clay By The Way
When My Pen Spray I Form My Rhymes Like Clay And They Display-
Many Waves Crashing On Your Vertebrae...
Like The Ocean On The Rocks...I Think Its Time You Stop
You Get Tied To A Post For Tryna Boast I Spit Roast
Your The Boy Of The Minute I'm The Man Of The Hour Recognize The Power-
I Paint You Black Like The Raiders Defence You Straight Soft
Let The Solar Power Rays Finnish This Junior Member Off

Next Weapon : CrossBow

[AK Spray]

Bubble Goose Jumper, wit a White Trash Fade,
Rock a Ruby in the Summer, But a Diamond in the Shade.
Yeah i cut 'em wit a Blade, Sometime I hit 'em wit the GunButt,
Sometimes I Get Medieval, That's Creative for You, DumbFuck.
You a Ghost In The Shell?
I Bet these Shells Lift ya Ghost.
All You Smell is Fibers Rippin, Blinded by the Holy Smoke.
And Yes My Intentions were to Hit You in the Torso.
But Now I Got Ya Head In My Sight, Dead On with My CrossBow.

Boom. One of The VETS IS HEEEERRREEE.


Ummmm...

Next Weapon: CrowBar

[Wise Scholar]

Gain power from the solar, drop a cold bar
Spit at frequencies equal to sonar
Act hard, get hit with a crowbar
End up in a rigged patrol car
Get your face marred
When I drop these exquisite bars

-A Wise Scholar

[Ritter]

I roll with wise scholars who have no dollars
I drop science on you "ballaz", we no brawlers
Take a pen, and write something that will strike within
Reminiscent of Rakim Allah I bring you far
Leave you stranded in a desert with no food and no car
Fuck your crowbar, you have no bars
I'm high fidelity, I spread your rib like wings.... angelically

next weapon: A magnifying glass

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got flows that are whirlwind eye of a storm focused throwing darts
Swarming like locus shining light through A magnifying glass/
Burning your ass classic crash into limbo
You dumb gnome that couldn't even clone his own bone/
My flow is exo-skeleton trying tap out my darts
Will leave you broken and shocked from the way I rock/
Knocking out you blokes wit one stroke of the pen
End cha game wit the way it started oops I farted/
Don't try harken you can't spark allot of heat
Because I flame throw darts wit mics that go allot/


next weapon: voltron

[AK Spray]

When I Wreck Shit Right, The Shit is Simply Automatic,
Pin Point Ya Lines Motherfucker, Exemplifyin' Quadratic.
Turn Ya Box On, Kid, All Ya Hear Is Static,
And When I Step Into The Forum, All I See is Mad Hatters.
Don't Flatter Yourself, Sheep,
You Ain't Got No Exoskeleton.
Your Bones Break Easy, It Almost Feels Like There's Some Gel In Them.
Ima Finish You Off, Now, You Ready, Chaos?
Put the Silencer On The Barrel, Shit Connect like Voltron,
Shots is Strong out My LongArm,
I Bomb Hard On 'Em.
Put Ya To Sleep Wit This Injection,
Next Time, Gimme a Better Weapon to Blast 'On 'Em.

hahaha. Love is LovE!!! What Up Sheepish!

Next Weapon: Meth Rotten Teeth in a Hooker's Mouth.

(beat that.)

[Ritter]

Your sister attacked you with meth rotten teeth
Bit you in the neck, you bleed, diseased
You're begging "Please, get me a remedy"
Death is pure, even RZA couldn't find "The Cure"
I'm first, you're Rae's "Only Built Second"
Never happened, I leave necks snappin like Edgar Allen

Next weapon: A nanobot

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Invade cha mind when my AK sprays
Dislocate flows wit various variables in the fray/
I think this mic isn’t as magnetic when I get kinetic
I combine like nine and crush your spine/
Once you’re broken into pieces
I dissect you like my college thesis/
Leave you decimated like human fecal matter
after your ashes get scattered your atoms get broken down wit nano-bots/
I aim harrow shots dropping a nano-virus in with camera shots
Leaving you extremely dropped and shocked when stopped/


next weapon: a telephone reciever

[AK Spray]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Invade cha mind when my AK sprays
Dislocate flows wit various variables in the fray/
I think this mic isn’t as magnetic when I get kinetic
I combine like nine and crush your spine/
Once you’re broken into pieces
I dissect you like my college thesis/
Leave you decimated like human fecal matter
after your ashes get scattered your atoms get broken down wit nano-bots/
I aim harrow shots dropping a nano-virus in with camera shots
Leaving you extremely dropped and shocked when stopped/


next weapon: a telephone reciever

Creepin' Thru the House, All I Heard Was The Moon Light,
Silence Was The Object, So Everything is Alright.
No Mask, Black Gloves, Match The Darkness in The Night,
My Grip's Nice, Nice Enough to Lay You Down, Sleep Tight.
Shhhh! What's The Sound I'm Hearin?
Rain Hit The RoofTop.
Gasps from Around The Corner,
Watch How My Tool Pop.
I Start Firin', But You Start Duckin',
Feathers In The Air, From the Pillows I Was Buckin.
The Trigger Goes Click, So That Means The Clips Empty.
I Gotta Drop The Gun Anyways, So, Time to Get Shifty.
My Heart Skips, The Phone Rings,
You Run To Pick It Up.
I Slammed The Receiver to Ya Head, Then Stuck You In The Gut, What!

Any feedback on that one? I think that's pretty sick. For 6:30 in the morning? No Sleep? shiiiiit.

Next Weapon: Kill Me With My Own Hands (interesting....)

[AK Spray]

Originally Posted by AK Spray

Creepin' Thru the House, All I Heard Was The Moon Light,
Silence Was The Object, So Everything is Alright.
No Mask, Black Gloves, Match The Darkness in The Night,
My Grip's Nice, Nice Enough to Lay You Down, Sleep Tight.
Shhhh! What's The Sound I'm Hearin?
Rain Hit The RoofTop.
Gasps from Around The Corner,
Watch How My Tool Pop.
I Start Firin', But You Start Duckin',
Feathers In The Air, From the Pillows I Was Buckin.
The Trigger Goes Click, So That Means The Clips Empty.
I Gotta Drop The Gun Anyways, So, Time to Get Shifty.
My Heart Skips, The Phone Rings,
You Run To Pick It Up.
I Slammed The Receiver to Ya Head, Then Stuck You In The Gut, What!

Any feedback on that one? I think that's pretty sick. For 6:30 in the morning? No Sleep? shiiiiit.

Next Weapon: Kill Me With My Own Hands (interesting....)

haha. I THINK I KILLED IT. someone KILL ME!! WITH MY OWN HANDS!! That's a GREAT fucking opportunity to write some ILL shit.

[Ohsaes]

This crazy fool Ak Spray claimin' he can hear light!?
it's like me saying I can hear night!
Only difference is I don't lie,
in my residence every night babies crying,
and now I gotta listen to this sucka lyin!
Gonna find you while u sleep,
walking slow as I creep,
whipping out my lazer swoord *shwizz
sliced yo hands off, then I shoved em down your throat
you choked off and died,
while you was gone Barrack Obama won the vote,

no mo whack rhymes till you rotted ass raised from the dead
still stupid in the head so you tried typing with yo tongue,

I whipped out a grenade pulled the pin,
shoved it up yo ass,
and yo whack rhymes was done.

Next Weapon: Ewok

[BornPower]

the land moans and throws these handsome bones
my hands, chrome
the phantom of old commander of panicked gramaphones
me and ant's tones are peas in a pod
a g u not, I see through evil plots
a beet in a pot, I seek shots and speak loss on a piece from da gods
I keep sheets cocked while amateurs sing songs with mainstream ewoks

n/w: HD radio

[AK Spray]

Now I gotta kill TWO motherfuckers At Once.
I Dropped the Hottest Shit in The Thread,
And Nobody Replied for Almost a Month.
And now, What We Got Here?
Y'all Think you Can Test.
Well, I'll Bubble the Forms For You, after I Fumigate Your Chest.
Now, Idiots thinkin, How you do that?
It's Quite Simplistic.
The Shotty Barrel Leaks Smoke, After a Couple Licks Hit.
So, While It's SMokin, I Put It On Ya Mouth like Lipstick.
I Slide with the Quick Shit.
I'm a Master of Linguistics.
So when I recite My Alphabet, In Greek,
You're Sure to Feel It.
You'se a Αγόρι της αδύνατης μητέρας,
Piddussy, You Never Get Near It.
I'm Here For Beef, All I Want is a Flame-Broiled Whopper.
My signal's low, and yo voice is slow,
So Ima Hit You with My Sirius Box to Fuckin Stop Ya..

Not my best. At all. But, hey... I'm drrrrrrrrunk. Right?

[AK Spray]

oh, next weapon. 5 dollar foot long.

[OTB]

AK Spray?
AKA... gay
i used to wait for trains to make noise up under the subway
got hits done the thug way
but yo, now its the dawn of a new day
i'm bout to finish this fool off in a bugged way
a source told me he got high and sent his bitch out for a foot long
i arrive there hoodied up in July, manager on some "Sh-t looks wrong."
i held employees hostage and greased the liver-sausage with cyanide
cardiac arrest, he rested up in peace with shriveled-up insides







h ha, i aint callin you gay homes, i was jus clownin yo