Discussion in 'Emcee Battle Area' started by Jimster, Mar 8, 2010.
Come at me.
what u mean u will sevrve anyone like a bilnd waiter,
wot unsteady on his feet no good a time waster
who u gunna serve, u couldnt even spit first
so im layin out da blueprint to start of this first verse,
i see u layin in a hurse head pop up in the coffin,
head bopping, laying wit ur rymes cus they aint worth nothin
im a pen to paper hater freestyle regulator
im like Jimmy 'ill be back' yeah im the tearmanator,
the sterminator, intelligent earner,
this is just a likkle spit made just for this learner.
You call me a learner? Im a money burner
Spittin pure flames get close and it will burn ya
i wish i would have wurned ya oops i mean warned ya
ur rhymes so wack the microphone wouldnt record ya
the kush keep me buzzin like a telephone- cordless
u think this is nice wait until i record this
ur flow really stink like u just bust ur socks out
u playin wit my rhymes and i just delivered a knockout
u need to listen to ur first 4 bars written,
da same YA shit u should tink when ur spittin,
your snmitten, unaware to my vocal knowledge,
im like a beat box brain raised on the streets not in collage,
u aint knocking shit u need a sit av a tink,
burning money aint really a logical ting is it,
metophorikly its the dumbest thing in it,
bin it, put lircys in the bin make it done,
den pack up ur account, and get the hell of this fourum.
Ok your rhymes were weaker than I thought
at first i expected more but then i thought
your not just bad your terrible and wack
u say ur an mc- how hysterical is that?
some rappers lack swag but you lack skill
so tell me y i hear u spittin on them tracks still
im a fresh prince u can ask uncle phil
hidin behind ur bars cuz my rap attack kills
wot u sayin first ill be tbe best for enternity,
i bin spittin rymes since my makers maternity,
u not lerning b u still repeating ur shit,
but the last track u layed was o.k yeah i admit,
but please dont let that foot get any bigga for your shoe,
as it is yeah head is swellin an we all exit the room,
so give it kill, phill and skills u must be taking pills,
ur chattin bout the 80's shit surley blood ur not for real,
ill battle you in diffrent ways and till the end of days,
so jimster till that day does come u need to find another way.
i took a lil break but im right back at it
spittin pure dope like a fuckin crack addict
metaphors rich makin dough off my lyrics
da nicest mofucka wit the flow when u hear it
spittin pure flames get burned if u near it
im scary good so i know that u fear it
my flow so illegal fuck around and get tazed
spittin hot rhymes ever since the first grade
my whole life story fits on 1 fuckin page
swagga so raw i leave MCs DAZED
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