Who Got The Rhyme Scheme?... Post your sickest verse

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[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

are you sure you not a robot...cause you too ill....props!

[GreenBat]

Forgive me cos it seems im bcoming a rhyme posting glutton, but i can't help myself, i just scribbled this right now n i just had to share this verse wit ya'll.So u gotta hollar back at me n tel me wat it is."Check da time now cos greatness worx around da clock"




Gentle genius...Gently giants giving gents da bejeepers
Ladies 'll open freezers watching it all go to pieces
Caught on camera saw by...Paparazzi seekers
Had been...Been had...By a bean bag
I wear my team hat proud n prominent
But im guessing dat da problem is...Im lyrically dominant
Im not a compliment to wack mc's...Its a fact dat i do phat unpack factories
Faculties were average to speech da least...Wud have Shakespear shake spears just to pierce da beast
Fugitives run for freedom...I run for trees
Im a tree boy but b.boys 'll want more leaves
I wanna orchestrate orgies n prono scenes
Im a born freak my birth sign was worn for weeks...On end in wich case im on to dem
Mutha fuk 'em my contents are confident...They a few yards
I constitute da whole continent
Im rigourous my vigourous emaculate-ness...Has an attraction to da atlas n gravity 1st
I had high hopes but low notes were gradually worse...N i happend to just emerge from a casualty search
Actually da evil lurks witin da catholic church
Characters or carriers?Courriers or postmen?
Eitha way my e-mails ensured my devotion
I had this notion of an un-bodied lotion
Aroma therapy's n...Pure Body Motion!

[nazmo]

Good shit Green Bat I'm feelin it

[lebza aka DOC]

im sicker than a person with aids, tb and cancer/
my flow had angelina jolie sending me a love letter/
my flow has been examined in cuba but it doesnt get better/
my linez get niggaz traumatized/
and my rhymez pusnishes faggots for telling lies/
my verse is poerful than the us dollar/
my daiamond collar so expensive u cant buy it with a zim dollar/
sick barz, dope linez are my life/
i spit guns, big gunz and swallow knives/
im a lycan, i inherited immortality from duncan/
my verse so loud, it makes mcloud fly on the clouds/
dudes get carried away in many ways/
my lines are sick they live dudes with scratch marks/
im a luck myself, im for sale to dudes who are in for a fortune/
you call me whack,  but you got my track in your phone as a callertune/
mad rapper is the king, you can call him the next ernomous thing/
watch me when i act a horror scene on your mom/
on your lil sis i cum, my money make bitches come........

Nice one...

are you sure you not a robot...cause you too ill....props!

[lyrical mastermind]

I heard superman saves lifes with a memory stick.thats sick

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

and greeenbat and money infects it with a virus...then superman sucks ass and we smoke the kryptonite!!!

[GreenBat]

I joined da army o' da Wot Knots...My Warmates there
Specializing in warfare now ur intake's bare...N devoid
Da Maccabians can't be destroyd
Enemies tried n faild many heads were impaled...Da best laid plans deraild
Anthrax letters were mailed
To da Pope da arch bishops n da heads of states
Cos da Dragon's got da whole world in check mate
It wants to re-instate apartheid n rule wit hate...Suffa a cruel fate ur ass is duped to take
They've got a duplicate of u still in its mutant shape
Populations on da rise to unbearable size...Ovacrowding our resides
I say we move to da skies
But instead we group like fruit flies in human disguise
Computers bcome alive...U see da truth wit ur eyes
They already got A.I's so don't be suprisd
Their surveilence is by satelite n solar precise
They can see undaground, sea n polar ice...

[Inca]

you wanna know who got the rhyme scheme?/
analyze my Lines theme/....
animal omens, omnipotent/
lyrical dynamic force is potent/
contort the alphabetical order/
in contradistinction to all, my mind is broader/
lines stacked, locked and loaded, ready for order/
i lack the capability to show remorse/
linear and well defined like the physique of an old horse/
verses written in anglo-saxon//, greek and latin//
interpreted in old norse/
the oblique obelisk of thots multiplexed in a million/
trying me is obviously an act of oblivion/
i cant find a need to flaunt my vocal power/
with punchlines scaling a Delta V of 60km per hour/
i intended to post my sickest verse/
but it had a doctors appointment for its routine checkup,
so this will do i guess/.......

[Mad]

been missin for too long/
ima start pisssin on cats while i smoke a thong/
when i diss cats i be carryin a tissue/
when they cry i be wipin their face dude/
still mad, and still ag's pimp/
still hatin crackboys and still a fuckin hater/
the mad rapper is a fucking hater/
when he steps infront of ya face there aint nothin to save ya/
fucking faggots im back.........

[GreenBat]

Shit u a hater?
U sound more like a masturbater!
A f-en faker an AG complicator!

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

hahaha...greenbat in the house bitches...yo he a hater a anti participator misconception cause he think he was missed triple stack
with a crunch on the diss maach vannie yart vi yo het ek niks liss!!!

[Mad]

yo i got the sickest verse/
the kinda shit that enters ur ears and live u tense/
i got HIV, hood immune virus/
im sick with the streets
like i caught bacteria whilest cleaning dipers/
i kiss a bitch till my teeth hurts like i was toothpicked/
i just feel big like im sharing a chick with swizz beats/
im too sick, never was a cool kid/
writing all sorts of bullshit like i skipped school kid/
i biz the block kidnapping chicks whilst eatin simba chips/
i feel like a gaotkid, like i got this fibre growing on my skin/
that line too weird for rap?/
they dont call me the general for nothing mufucker/
i generallize, like i was hired by sabc just to say SCRUTINIZE

[Mad]

shit i just fel like rapping man




this kid cold mad is too sick/
how the hell can he be alive when his this sick/
this aint no disease its the ilnes that can never make sense/
so this means this means im senseless coz im ill with it/
i be in the playgrounds, tennis courts n school yards freestyling hits/
killing and ripping mcees apart n spending thousand of rands in biscuits/
u cant match me kid

[GreenBat]

U shud go chek da stats if u doubting my word
So much bodies down unda no1's left to look skyward
Yeah da name's synonymous n still in its place
U'll b 4gotten like da gay guy btween Will & Grace
When im not doing straights im encircling orbs
To find da square root of pi wit unlimited warps
At best u'll have nuthin left except to add bad breath
Dat means u talk shit n to walk u need to have legs
My niggaz have stress evry1 gots
So don't be acting like ur ass can't get put in a box
Our lives resemble Tetris "da pushing of blocks"
For all my hard heads who slept on a cushion of rocks
I need to detox u need to speak ox
Cos u don't want my dogs to get a sniff of ur weak spots
Im multi-plexd like a camel wit 3 humps
We still at loggerheads dats why u knee deep in tree stumps
I need a response dats gonna even da sums
I pack a big lunch u feel like u'll be meeting da Klumps
Across inner-city slums we all beefing at once
I fibre optics too toxic to breath into lungs
Screaming "fuk Willy free Funds!"
Evening comes n its too graphic to portray wat i'll do to these chumps.