King of da mic

[N.A 187]

OK U BUT TO DIE TWICE, I'LD TELEPORT AND SELL U FOR A PEP PRICE TO THE ENEMY OF GOD/ COME BACK IN TME AND PIMP UR NIECE AND DAUGHTERS
WHATS WITH CRAZY RAPPERS AND IGNORANCE
f***ING WIH BADOO ON DA LIGHT WHILE RHYMIN U CLDNT MAKE COMMON SENSE
U TWISTED LIKE LEVIS JEANS ON A MEXICAN, DOING A COWBOY DANCE
UR TEACHER SAID PULL UR SOXES UP/ U REACHD FOR THOSE FARMER BROWN GRa** HOPPERS SON/ U TRY SOUNDING DEMONIC, TOO MANY HORROR MOVIES
GET LAID AND HEAL THE STRESS/ OR IMMA USE LITMUS FLAME TO TATOO MY VERSE ON UR CHEST/ U CAN NEVER STAND TO THE OCASION LIKE A CANCER BREAST
UR GHOST WRITER ALWAYS WANTS A BITE OUT OF ME
COZ HE'S A MICROSOFT EMCEE

[Mad]

u had a dream/ me f***ing ur gal while ur mom watch
sneak a** wipe in ur sandwitch, u backwash
u fell out of a dogs a** and probabaly got adopted by fagets,
ur rhymes wont entice a grade r student
a wisper from me leave ur medulla disturbed
if u want trax hit the rail way, get tied in barb wire in cross ways of subways
if u didnt write like Prince u'ld sound less gay
u on about hounger/ im phat an ironically sick
rappers like u, spit non stop coz they suck a lota of dick
u a rap diva ur pen probably writes in pink
ur career than got jinxd/ claim u dope, im 187 u get smoked
atleast mom and pops pland to make me dawg
dat slut got raped to make u slob
u'll find da madd rapper's track on gay sits
at night when his mind finally catches up, with facts like life sucks
he recites rhymes in high hills and make-up
i chop ur prom queen figure and dare u to step to this nigga
sure u spit sick, u an anus kisser and aint dat some shit
u need erxocism, but with all the verses ive drop entailling wisdom
u cld become a good student , just listen u lame bitch
i dont make songs i make cla**ics, national anthems and hyms
if rappers is mad im a psychiatrist/ lyrically an Oxford stendent
his girl left him coz she's tired of his toothpick.....

WWWWWWWWWHAT BITCH

from what i see you whacker than a whack mcee/
heard you mentioning horrors, you probabley been watching too much tv/
you call yourself dope? pliz you woudnt hook me even i smoked you twice/
fronting aint a good thing when you eat water and dry rice/
welcome to my world, where you get your limbs dismebered/
where you get sulphur sprayed on your cuts and wounds/
your heart dislocated whilst you alive and your head chopped into minced meat/
just one phone call i can have your body dumped across your street/
your rhymez are dont make sense, no content even if you used a microscope/
its funny how you faggz call yourselves dope/
once you feel the pain, you get amazed, from the trauma you wont cope/
your grade 7 collegues say you like to know the scope/
dumb a**, always ask everything, maybe its coz your mama gave out sex for anything/



nucca!!!

[N.A 187]

Facts hurt, i see u changed ur name jurk
hip hop is mylife, to u its a fantasy site
one phone call to distroy me, u cant afford a call back bitch
son u mad, its common for an exagerating emcee
no content undermicroscope, true coz u cant see me
what i spit produces TB, im sick with lines
u were breast fed with a testical
mommas tity cought cancer, lookin like chimpanzee ones
leave grown folks out of this and learn to take a diss
ur shit will never come tight, learn to divorce da dick
u thinkin u on point but u just a prick
hunnies- u wank over, while i reject da chick
u not worth a corphen, u'll get burried in a dustbin

[Mad]

dude i think its time you close your mouth/
you been spittin whack lines in multiple amounts/
you couldnt finish me off, even if you use many accounts/
do you have to go all personal/
il write this battle in my journal/
and tell your kids how i ripped you anus/
you must be afraid of your own face/
being that ugly must make you loose faith/
damn is your nickname, guess your mom denied you her breast/
your dad fed you the best of his sperms he should have fed you piss/
you dont eve know how to diss/
only thing you good at is sucking dicks/
you sick figuratively/
dissing you would just get me into trouble with the law/


nucca!!   

[N.A 187]

its odd dat all ur so called punchlines come with even..even
listen youngen we can never be even-quit bitchen
ripp my anus, call 3Sum 4 dat gay stuff
so u write rhymes in a pink journal
u a rap diva, can never outsmart this sliq nigga
atleast i got da balls to show my own face
dat cartoon is dispeakable for image display
face mutalation on kombart, i aint gotta suck dicks
we can use ur rhyme for dat shit
u a human vacuum, 1.8 illegal age spells doom
u lost ur virginity when ur uncle pushed a broom up ur rectum, dude!
u gettin weaker per reply, verse me? u might as well pray to God to die
u were born from a gang bang
u shld settle for killin urself wit a wrope
coz truelly u cant hang,
Im King of da Mic- f*** an icon
i serve bars and inproson u in an eye of a cyclone


  KAFFER!

[Sosiba]

N.A you dope bra, yo!

[N.A 187]

N.A you dope bra, yo!

REAL RECOGNISE REAL, COUZO!

WUN8

[Mad]

bitch you just cant give up/
so u like being f***ed up/
wont stop dissing u till zuma gets locked up/
you like my bitch, i 4-5 you and turn u up/
that ugly face of yoz can scare king kong/
see i was supposed to put in "even" in there, but i fiured itl take long/
stop actin like a flirt you jerk/
you used to jerking mini skirts u gay/
go give your customers yo a** u fake/
yo ugly face had yo dad hidin behind the doctor/
bict h you aint done shit/
prepare to take the pain when i hit/


bitch!!!!

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

this battle is for respect and props
not for sweets and loli pops so again
i give props to the ultimate champ
the one with the iron clamp and makes
a dry room damp i post niccas with one stamp
i shine brighter than a street lamp and make
haters lyrics seem....blank?...NA  just gave
mad the lyrical shank like"klank"..a revenge
attack was weak NA wins the heat let me repeate...NA wins the heat!

[N.A 187]

ACCEPTANCE SPEECH

My rhyme Thanx/I get pounds like a British bank
analyse a cat before dissin him nad disgracing urself
if he lame, let him rhyme by himself
im ghetto fabulous like a double story shack
mind over matter thats y i ghost write rap
spit online even ur role model want a Byte
i disappear handle biz and come bk hard
from my last post, while unseen u can tell im out of site
coz Ag gets flooded by air heads
who hate showers claimin their rugged
my haters love it a buzz dat got heads challengin in public
imma keep killin it live
and blow victory trumpets wit my enemies wind pipes

THANK U THANK U THANK U

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

i think he won the battle for the king
he is the bearer of the secret pinky ring
call me king dinga ling and give me a crown
i make the haters smiles turn to a frown cause
of the swagger peirce more fierce than a rugged edged dagger
 .....

[The Grand]

Last time I checked "N/A" meant "not applicable"/
like a sentence he spoke that left him out divisible/
I mean Visible like a sore thumb stickin' right out/
got smacked by a blunt object now it's stinging like "ouch!"/
the intention to kill lives closer to the mouth/ like a president killed for saying Vietnam was out/
Your speech a' fill a nigga wit gout/ not equitable like an investment in doubt/ that's so cheap it's reversible
a**a**inated your "ash" (ashy a**) with The concept to thrill/
lyrically he got that masterful skill
audiovisual to ma**es the ma**acre 's ill/
Disgusting like your lips on my a**/
nah! ya Think closer to hole/

mandible claw got your monkey a** gaspin for breath/
you see the illusion I SENT is that Jesus was next/
you get literally dicked if you think were not vexed/
like a dude kicking the bucket(the car your'e sitting on)
we'll lead your path to what's best (a hearse)
like you got snuffed by your mom while she was giving you birth/
I can just imagine the mirth/ lyrically I got the widest girth/
Hung like a horse whose dick a touch the earth/
and what's was worse you battled a dude wit a curse/
murder's easier knowing it was done by someone you worshiped/

randam shiz

[Mind Bendah]

klu klux killer, king of da mic
kanine krime biters killin raps hype
original oman owning all ur ol man knows
deadly deeds, dude diseased, deadly dog in thoughts
a 187, the 411, i commit homicide call 911
using no gunz, i make 666 demons holy over one rhyme
7:30 eighteen the legal age scheme grime
my 4:5 long, two chicks need 9 fingers to grind
24:7 i run 9:11s to rebels who doze on promises to rest in 7th heavens
ill brethren-a fiends verbalist, 1 two bust mics exposing their circuit fuse
50 emceez feel ate( coz wun crush crews
acting smart thats a dumbs move
10 out of ten wack rappers write while they fantisize over 1 dude

Thats dope. Sick phlow

[MOFF G]

who he be? king o' da mic?
the title alone s'gonna givin him a fright/ for it carries a lot like long distance freight/
need no mishaps so i clamp on him tyte/
whack rappers with milk teeth can't bite/ all fallen off, puttin u on a strict diet/
u skinny a** ain't a**essing at all/ checking if a mans pants is tight/
hopin for a chance to get it with him at the fall o da night/
way past ya curfew, so u ain't gettin any tonite/
bitch blabber u better keep ur legs together b4 u say sum u regretah(huh)/
my rhymes is better/ to many they bring about the stormy weather/
no survival thanx to the champ's arrival/
good health is vital as my spits is viral/
attackin ya weak a** ears 1st to the spinal/
i spit last cos what i say be final/
u can't oppose the beauty of the rose/
same as u can't juxtapose my skills nd flows/
no career highs u only got lows/  like a punch bag u taken too many blows!!


 

[N.A 187]

Me respond ton Grand or Moff G/ i was just testing if my keyboard was still working
Whats a grand moffy challenge, i'll loose coz im straight
King of the mic aint a title its wat explains my DnA
I feel like A.G has turned into a daycare wit every visit
ya'll gon have to start paying me for spanckin these kidz
if anybody got a problem with how i finger type spit
then i'll take blows, standing in front of your chicks lips
i didnt kno that i'ld end trachin these toddlers english
but N.A stands for native a**asin bitch
dont yet engage on a battle tip, u aint fit
nemerically u not even rated on the other side of negative
be da kings slave and get slaid with every round
i keep my legs open to fit ur sis and ur gal
in my profound crouch