Welcome to the Wu Dojo

[Battle 1]

Split melons mean like felons
Fuck bitches yelling
Brain swelling
Times telling
Who fell and got took to hell
Have em' dazed in a spell
Water from the well
Before me queens knel
Lethal weapon like Mel
Check the drill words from the mouth spill
It's ill
Taken to the gut or stomach like a pill
The crowd stands still
Bomb in your mental-plane as in mind like land mills
Blow with the force of wind mills
It's all for the love of dollar bills
And I don't mind the thrills

[Lil' Ruger]

^^^ not as good as ur other stuff looks like you just shat that out lol

[Battle 1]

Originally Posted by pimptastic

^^^ not as good as ur other stuff looks like you just shat that out lol

Really so your quite sharp at picking things up too, cause your right that was the only one I just wrote in like five or less minutes. Dropping whatever came to mind. I still thought it was at least alright though in a way cause when you do shit fast like that it's sometimes more blunt and to the point. Well thought out rhymes which take longer are usually deeper though. Everyone has there own taste though. So you must like deep well thought out rhymes over real authentic freestyles off the top of the head type shit I take it right ??

[Lil' Ruger]

when i freestyle i still merc just at a lower lvl but when it comes off da dome i get mad cold i freestyled my friend nigga chocked looked like he was gonna cry shit was funny he aint look said just look he was tryning not to frown and cry. i dissed his mom his sister his friends shit was gully.

i was like

im like canibus
dark soul animus

bla bla bla

[Battle 1]

Word spitter pussy glitter
Bitches chitter chatter it don't matter
Thoughts rise like climbing up a ladder
Who's phatter ?
Add or subtract is the fact keep your eyes on math
The mc's wrath that left those lost on the path
The pen and pad sword cuts from the young lad
Make styles out-dated like a fad
Skate boarding dudes say rad
On the mic kill with skill no emotion like getting mad
My opponents left dead or maybe if lucky sad

[Battle 1]

Originally Posted by pimptastic

when i freestyle i still merc just at a lower lvl but when it comes off da dome i get mad cold i freestyled my friend nigga chocked looked like he was gonna cry shit was funny he aint look said just look he was tryning not to frown and cry. i dissed his mom his sister his friends shit was gully.

i was like

im like canibus
dark soul animus

bla bla bla

True. Feel sorry for your friend. Merked your own friend you are cold. Just joking. But that would make a good story or rapline none the less. Maybe you should put that in one of your raps as story or a line about it at least or something. Pretty interesting.

[Big Risk]

I spit letal.
you mother fuckas aint equal.
Im out on a mission to inpale preachers on their steeples
Im hooded up, smoked out, firm wit my people
save ya threats or get ya teeth pulled.
fuck a weapon, bitches get beat for steppin.
most cats dont live the shit that they reppin.
THIS IS WAR, and guess who the fuck just crept in?
one machine wit absolutely no affection.
only thing that scares is the man in my reflection,
Death did till i stared him in the face and beat his motha fuckin chest in
rock intestines of the pricks. that tried testin the best in
never restin till I kill your ass in the motha fuckin bed you slept in
This is risk, you chance of livin is out the question
Only rule of life is know ya shit never guessing
Christ figure rap singer, every track im blessin
Let the tek spit. Swing a sling blade let ya motha fuckin neck split
Kill the next bitch, never leave a snitch wit fat lips beat his ass quick wit ya fists
06, this grimey year is so trifilin, my loyal rifle men be huntin fags from a ditch
i insist you quit, clips dismiss ya wits Slash the wigs of pigs, blast their kids and cribs,
crack ya ribs and dip
dog eat dog world ya cats aint fit

[Battle 1]

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[Battle 1]

No trips out of state I got the gate on lock
Pheenes by the flock rocking all sorts of shoes like Reebok
On your door I knock
Take your doe in my cap-stocking leave the scene quite shocking
Dollars I'm clocking heads I'm dropping
No show stopping just gats popping
Groupies are mocking
Times tick-tocking
Eat cereal for breakfast then I'm stalking
At school when on the board bodies in chalking
On the real I'm tired of talking
My dogs like thoughts I take em's walking

[suav3]

federal fruads, body few dogs... ( for talking large )
parley vous with big dogs..
party wtih shottas up on the rooftops..
shoot cops, on my tail..
birds droped droped on em scales..
rats popped missed nails..
stay kidnapped till em sales...
bounce back for your bail..
throwin stones in the air like twister hail..
throwin change on thee gal like mystical..
tical, before im pluggin a pal..
forty cal, packin, more laughs then a jackal..
fuck who cares bout em shackles..
battles in the 420 under the saddle...
on boat trips more then em paddles..
cock em back, lower that, concel em sacked...
pop the latch, grab the mans, drive em by a wooden path..
see new jack, untuck that, flip em like flap jacks..
syrup on his flat stats...

[MaXiMus Da MaNtis]

what the fuck is this thread about n e ways

[Battle 1]

Originally Posted by MaXiMus Da MaNtis

what the fuck is this thread about n e ways ?

This is the original post from the maker of this thread and explains what this thread is about, as follows:

Originally Posted by Eric Unseen

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.

[Battle 1]

Thoughts out the dark hit the victim in the park
Towards the spark ignite the light into the night real sharp
Attack like a shark playing with the melody of a harp
No lamping or head tampering teeth mark
Heads soak in the beat dampening
Spots live and happening when true mc's are rappening
No fractures guarantees from manufacturers
Hands clappening girls infatuating bodies collapsing
Like dancing to collipso sorta south american hit so
Move slow or fast mics in my grasp real quicks bro
Over-water grown like hydro getting high and fly is the flow
Leave lands or sea cold as in covered with snow
What you know is like yes and not no
North, east, west, and south the wind blow I gotta go
Don't wanna be late for my next show

[suav3]

confident swagger, getbent stashin em daggers...
discardedem in battles bladder..
or anyone lookin fatter..
im in to cookin the batter..
up in the mix, get upped with em tips..
tips from the clips, off shit, then out in the mist..
gripin on to the matrix, fuck reality patrionism..
i get into temples like exorcism...
break it down from the inside propositions..
get more brains then the coroner..
or university forensic professors..
i mean gettin brains on phat shirts..
from fat headed jerks..
with no work but still needed work..

[Battle 1]

^^

Originally Posted by suav3

confident swagger, getbent stashin em daggers...
discardedem in battles bladder..
or anyone lookin fatter..
im in to cookin the batter..
up in the mix, get upped with em tips..
tips from the clips, off shit, then out in the mist..
gripin on to the matrix, fuck reality patrionism..
i get into temples like exorcism...
break it down from the inside propositions..
get more brains then the coroner..
or university forensic professors..
i mean gettin brains on phat shirts..
from fat headed jerks..
with no work but still needed work..

You'll leave daggers in who's bladder ?
I'll leave you thrown off a ladder
Your head broken and spent like a token
On smoke you'll be chokin'
Like dead meat you'll be roasting
I know you aint boasting
Or else your bread I'll be toasting
This is nothing only a warning or me coasting
You best keep my name out your protesting
Or else your lungs will get conjesting
You'll be in need for some suggesting
On your head heavy I'll be resting
Now suave was it really me that you were testing ?