open mic

[tha god concept]

spit nigga spit

[tha god concept]

i stay loose like a little kids tooth
battle the fuckin bible if i have 2 juss 2 teach the kidz sum truth
creepin through the london fog like a undercover sleuth
or catch me in the pj's throwin undercovers off the roof
mechanical animal eatin mics like a cannibal
i got more rhymes than the sands of tyme has granuals
prayin 2 the 6 headed dragon surrounded by candles
while u niggaz r flip floppin like sandels

[led_mic]

lets get sum cut and paste action...

Terror threat is red, coming at you like Bin Laden/
Spottin, your ego's self-destruct mechanism now you're fallen/
Way over your head? Look up, wave to me/
Feeling like another thread? Book up, now you can see/
You need to be a sleuth, to know the truth, inside the booth/
Cuz if you're not, you'll end up like Zeddy the Six-tooth*/
With his dog on his porch, his hand holding his torch/
Lookin over the Rio Grande for a wetback to scorch/
From the other point of view, im that motherfucking Mexican/
Here to screw you out of your taken-for-granted job again/
and lyrically thats what im going to do to you right now/
Specifically get paid much less to grill the cow...

*just a character I made up ill explain in a later thread...
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[tha god concept]

my rhymes r like a thousand trojans explodin outta wooden horse
wit more brain power than a nigga gettin his dick sucked in a stolen porche
hiphop gold medalist carryin the torch
tha god concept holdin down the fort of coarse
got ya bitch open like soars
middle finger up 2 tha industry while holding up a burning SOURCE

[tha god concept]

mc's tryin 2 byte my style wit atomantium jaws
so i finger fuck they mynd wit freddy kruegers claws
cause when i b spittin niggaz pause and kinda go mental
leavin them standin there wit a open dental and broken pencil
suckin the lyfe outta u like el chupa cabra and elementals
so u stuck surrounded by a chalky outlined stencil
decayed and stinkin
its over when im sober sun imagine when im drinkin

[led_mic]

HOOK featuring Jennifer Lopez haha...
"Its a good thing my teeth are crooked and you're stupid like the South/
I don't need a fucking pencil, this computer is my mouth/"

A thousand trojans? with those slogans you will never be explodin'/
except right on your hands as you're moanin', porno rovin'/
All your groanin' is promotin' the afro-stereotypical/
Your lyrical isn't spiritual in fact its a source of ridicule/
The only gold you'll ever hold will result in federal scold/
You're the result of a mold and have been told to value it cold/
So behold! My mind isnt inclined to be entwined/
With your blind "clawlike" kind eyes closed like daylight blinds/
Do us a favor find force within your own course of flavor/
Then come back and expose remorse, i'll give you some paper...

[tha god concept]

led mic always ridin my dick like a dirt bike
ur ass is gettin clowned kid
and quit talkin bout ya style like i asked u about it
u beat me??? ha ur vision must be clouded
call this battle prison rape cause ya ass is gettin pounded
hit u wit so many punchlines u thynk ur surrounded
nigga i thynk imma have ta haunt ya
the only kid on wucorp wit a mouth like a rocket launcher
nigga imma a monster
and ya bitch chose me cause my cock is longer

[led_mic]

lets get some votes in here,
first to three wins...
if you guys have time, choose a line
that you liked best from the person you're voting for...

[tha god concept]

sum1 vote on this

[led_mic]

can we get some votes...

[DVSK]

if ya want a real battle come to the dart board

[DVSK]

i got more hot bars than burning taverns, it seems to me u like rupaul cuz u follow the same patterns
i gather up the battered up thoughts in my noggin, and project them towards the public gottem sweatin like they joggin
you got an option of wavin for the cop car, but either way 1 of us gon put u behind bars
its byfar time to mic spar, on guard patna,hit u in ya jaw have u pause when u talk like william shatner
battle stars like galactus, have ya ass patched up, full of patches, thinkin of me pissin ya matress
not contious rappin, gangsta rap niether, jus hittin u wit the lyrical style of the crane tiger

the same rival of the lame braincommercial punk rapper, named afeter to coins aimed for guns to blast em
since im fresh on the scene they tryin to wreck wit my dreams, but ima wipe out everything between ya head and ya feet

[TJKenmore]

Aiyo,
I'm spittin like a flame a fire,
gettin pinched by just a fuckin wire,
PO's got dicks up they ass,
they laugh,
cuz u fucked up yo last chance.
dope in yo pants,
gettin searched n grabbed,
locked n cuffed,
just for smoke n puff.
thats just our luck.
no one on yo side but yo boys in yo hood.
by yo side n up to no good.
finga's neva on da trigger so they misunderstood.
gettin charges for crimes we aint committ.
lookin at the past n wu tang clan aint nothin to fuck wit.
i lived for they shit.
im the best as they get.
T.J. here, commandin my own military.
now im gettin locked up n sent to a penetenterary.
i just robbed a couple houses n stealin they jewls,
i was raised better but i say fuck the rules.
teachas always tellin me im just a fool,
i aint fuckin stupid i make more money than you.
imma make my money no matta how i do.
the day aint done till the dough come through.
i saved up for the nice suit n nice shoes.
but my dream got ripped apart wit my name in da news.
kids thinkin they raw n theys hustlas.
man these mafuckas are bustas.
they dont kno the streets.
they dont kno what its like wit no money to eat.
they parents pay for everything they fuckin need.
im gettin locked up for coke n greed.
but imma b back, makin more money then i need.