King of da mic

[N.A 187]

First M.A.D is a cartoon magazine
you illustrated animated shit u aint interesting
u have sex ith mother and her core gon come on ur face
u no ones son r father mut ahve ran straight
i dont mean to hate but i hate half a** talent, f***headz who want it
when u were born ur talent came with a guerantee
noboy wants t with me, my fingers freestyle
i hit every record put my brains on autopilot-n the min-while
i spit hot melt ur cranium and evaporate ur brain
run into ur church and  switch ur baptist water with my urine
eighteen you under age
you  hustle online coz in real life u under paid

[Mad]

u spit hot melt ur cranium and evaporate my brain?
wait a minute..how come all your lines sound the same/
i think you just said the same shit that u said on the open mic thread/
im an animation and you a cyborg machine/
you hit every records i hit hoes, how you gon get kids no one knows/
is it dna or na? we both know u just into rap coz your mom bought u a dvd of N.W.A/
me is the king and you is a servant, my nutts are dripping sweat,i guess duty is abt to call/
you counterfeit, talking about you the best in here/ dont make me sick/
you think being sick on da mic is contagious? coz u touched me u gon get my styles?/
bitch please, i see the atm open up the cash box more than u see bread on your table/
niggers apply for spots to battle me,n soon il charge hoes 2 pay pussy just to take pics of me/

[MOFF G]

you f***en c***s blabbering on this page but ur swords is blunt/
ya'l can't cut a way for yo thoghts out ya head/
so any of u can spit sick shit that can be understood nd heard/
all i hear is mumbles of a snobby nerd/ raised as a goat herd/
now he be claiming how he be the code of the dead(187)/
my spit whip will hit yall kids with vengeance till ur eyes bled/
tears of sorrow u'll cry till tommorow; leaving u an empty head/
makin such noises like life gave u no choices/
goin M.A.D over the fact that u f***ed ya life away without a choice/
i wonder y u havent thought of lovers plus/ as u been makin a buzz/
 u saw atm's open whilst travellin on a bus/
paper chasing, but like a jazz artist u blew it/
yo hands scared shaky u cudn't grab it/ hence i beat ya dumb a** damn it!!

[Mad]

ok stop...how do i put this/
sick lyrics aint a issue, they bought me all the ice on my wrists/
grew up in the villages, chasing dreams/ but cudnt get any till i took a leave/
came across a spoilt bratt rockin levi jeans/
moff or g?/ two weeks ago his parents ate on dustbins/
three weeks later he opens his first koo tin in 2 decades/
not even nkosi johnson was this sick/ i suck the brains out of ur head just like a tick/
wrapp moff on a fat kush and puff/
smell his genitals burning on the kush, add ur mom just to smoke enough/
go wed a horse, f*** the vuvla or any spot/
a nigger with a phd on intrudership/never was invited, he came and attempted to spit/
ur dad cudnt cut the cord when u was born/ what he wished was to trade ur soul for gold/
u was unplanned, ur mommy attempted abortion trillion times/ u just cudnt die/
not coz u great, but coz god wanted to show earth the true definition of a fake/
count my words/ next centruy wud come n go still running/
mark my words/i give u a nike 90 while i be bare foot n still u cudnt stand a chance/

[MOFF G]

let the rap linguist take the words out ya mouf/
help u be really sick nd let u cough/
i've had enuff of a mic rookie tryna be tough/ spit his hallucinations to MOFF/
moff is higher as on the food chain pyramid because of a puff/
'poker face' i called ur bluff/ came in like it was expected/
only u gonna get murdered/ nd not even ya moms at ya funeral be present/
in a shallow grave u'll stay permanent/
no scavengers wud wanna have u for lunch/
broken to bits by my line-punch/
am on a whack mcee crunch/ take ya'll out as a bunch/
u are a c***/ worthless like a tinking skunk/
am unleashin on you without a front/ backing mynes like a fallin stunt/
i let u rave nd rant cos in nine days u'll be dead/
exposing u for a roach that u are/

[MOFF G]

 

I brainfreeze ya brain nd thought like u on ice sniff//
Up ya nostrils/ and in ya face u won’t believe/
Stomach ache nd cramps I constipate u, u can’t relieve/
Dis no sushi or biltong but sum raw beef/
Served to ya’ll midgets in tounges(tons)/
Cumin at ya’ll unfathomable like the Gyne’s(gynecologist) scribbles/
So complicated my metaphors are thought to be riddles/
Happy puppies ya’ll tail wiggles/
  Growin up easy u dumb big littles/
Yo body ma** is more the hydro gas/ deflatin fast/
Acupuncture ain’t good for yo a**/ so don’t step in my cla**/
I’m a teacher/ corporal punishment; I beat ya/
  Force u to memorize my blasphemes scripture/
  Force u nd ur kids to watch a homo- graphic picture/
And for ya’ll to f*** each other afterwards/ in the name of arts/
Brain Drain u into retards/ mimicking sweethearts/
Karaoke rockstars/
mimicking my lines from the mirror/
Honor ya moms words: talk to no stranger/
Hence u scared to cum face 2 face as a challenger/
Linguistic minor/ ya gon put ya life in danger/
Hip hop is my son; I’m an old timer/ a veteran rhymer/
Military style I’m a vernacular sniper/ fast spittin poison like a viper/
Wisdom sinkin like ya grand –pa/ headache diffuser/
For I be the death harbinger/ help u out ya misery/
 put u to sleep like this school is nursery/

[Mad]

I brainfreeze ya brain nd thought like u on ice sniff//
Up ya nostrils/ and in ya face u won’t believe/
Stomach ache nd cramps I constipate u, u can’t relieve/
Dis no sushi or biltong but sum raw beef/
Served to ya’ll midgets in tounges(tons)/
Cumin at ya’ll unfathomable like the Gyne’s(gynecologist) scribbles/
So complicated my metaphors are thought to be riddles/
Happy puppies ya’ll tail wiggles/
  Growin up easy u dumb big littles/
Yo body ma** is more the hydro gas/ deflatin fast/
Acupuncture ain’t good for yo a**/ so don’t step in my cla**/
I’m a teacher/ corporal punishment; I beat ya/
  Force u to memorize my blasphemes scripture/
  Force u nd ur kids to watch a homo- graphic picture/
And for ya’ll to f*** each other afterwards/ in the name of arts/
Brain Drain u into retards/ mimicking sweethearts/
Karaoke rockstars/
mimicking my lines from the mirror/
Honor ya moms words: talk to no stranger/
Hence u scared to cum face 2 face as a challenger/
Linguistic minor/ ya gon put my life in danger/
Hip hop is my son; I’m an old timer/ a veteran rhymer/
Military style I’m a vernacular sniper/ fast spittin poison like a viper/
Wisdom sinkin like ya grand –pa/ headache diffuser/
For I be the death harbinger/ help u out ya misery/
 put u to sleep like this school is nursery/

you sound like you dissing us and dissing yourself at the same time, is a pity you had to write all that garbage and only one line ruins it all up, not a good look


late night creeping, pimped out pistills/ the trigger pimped to a drill/
cold murder, winter killing/ i c ease your breathng/
still thinking? halt coz ur brain dead, i smell ur flesh, its already stinking/
extraordinariness is evading earth, even moffy's are g'z/
see my face, look in my eyes and go unconscious/
its hate forever/hang u in a ladder and get away with murder/
mand eat a dick...im bored

[MOFF G]

huh...M.A.D u stupid prick addicted to eating dick/
dig; MOFF's got a bitch whu uses ma dick as a walkin stick/
whilst ya get arousals for touching the mic/
i shuff it up ya vocab pipe; the biggest dick u ever tasted/
exagerated is the fact that ur a** hang over the ladder ready to be penetrated/
my rhymes in ya ears amplified them neva faded/
u so loving what u 1st hated/ that's why u dated
ma bitch ex Ruth who left me Ruthless/
scorned am out to do away with the whackness/
now u is clueless/ careless and a** covered with sadness/
i cudn't make out any of ya posted mess/
i'm untouchable u can ask Elliott Ness/
i be the Al Cpone of this rap knowin no fairness/
ima tell u this as it was said by the WU:'u can't find my weak spot'
i still haven't decided; to let any woman carry my weakness!!




i hope u listend to the 'whip strap' by ghostface: fishscale...talks of youngins like u who knows not their boundaries...ya punks shudn't have started this ish...

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

BOTH OF YALL ARE BITCHES IN MENS ATTIRE
ILL PUT A TYRE AROUND YOULS NECK AND SET
IT ON FIRE BEST YOU c***S RETIRE YOU MIGHT
BE HIGH BUT IM HIGHER YOU AINT SMOKING GREEN
YOU A CRACK HEAD YOU A DOPE FIEND IMA SPLIT
THIS 16 INTO 2 EIGHTS NO ENTRY TO AG.COM GATES YOUV BEEN GATED YOU RATS I GOT CHEESE AND ITS GRATED
MY RAPS JUST BEEN INFLATED WITH MARAJUWANA AIR
I JUST GAVE YOU 2 FAKES A PUNCTURE AND THERE AINT NO SPARE..
NOW THERE..."ARE YOU FREE OR ARE YOU DOM"...SUP
M.A.D SON..HOW YOU KEEPIN?

[Mad]

BOTH OF YALL ARE BITCHES IN MENS ATTIRE
ILL PUT A TYRE AROUND YOULS NECK AND SET
IT ON FIRE BEST YOU c***S RETIRE YOU MIGHT
BE HIGH BUT IM HIGHER YOU AINT SMOKING GREEN
YOU A CRACK HEAD YOU A DOPE FIEND IMA SPLIT
THIS 16 INTO 2 EIGHTS NO ENTRY TO AG.COM GATES YOUV BEEN GATED YOU RATS I GOT CHEESE AND ITS GRATED
MY RAPS JUST BEEN INFLATED WITH MARAJUWANA AIR
I JUST GAVE YOU 2 FAKES A PUNCTURE AND THERE AINT NO SPARE..
NOW THERE..."ARE YOU FREE OR ARE YOU DOM"...SUP
M.A.D SON..HOW YOU KEEPIN?

im alright, keeping it tight/still banging shack doors at night/
how can i be scared of stuff that dont bite?/
its just my luck, this moffo came at the right time when i neded a fight/
spank him thrice as nice/put a knife on his gutter and let it spill out rice/
money my main man, we keepin ag on fire/
almost lead his a** to retire but now we both called sire/
im ag lord, his ag king, lord and king doing things/
next time u wanna beef, first eat a brown loaf moff/
your lack of sense of humor is outrageous/
you this huge but even flies dont think you dangerous/
call me cannibal, man eater/feed on human flesh, my favoritye being the a** of a stripper/

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

BOTH OF YALL ARE BITCHES IN MENS ATTIRE
ILL PUT A TYRE AROUND YOULS NECK AND SET
IT ON FIRE BEST YOU c***S RETIRE YOU MIGHT
BE HIGH BUT IM HIGHER YOU AINT SMOKING GREEN
YOU A CRACK HEAD YOU A DOPE FIEND IMA SPLIT
THIS 16 INTO 2 EIGHTS NO ENTRY TO AG.COM GATES YOUV BEEN GATED YOU RATS I GOT CHEESE AND ITS GRATED
MY RAPS JUST BEEN INFLATED WITH MARAJUWANA AIR
I JUST GAVE YOU 2 FAKES A PUNCTURE AND THERE AINT NO SPARE..
NOW THERE..."ARE YOU FREE OR ARE YOU DOM"...SUP
M.A.D SON..HOW YOU KEEPIN?

im alright, keeping it tight/still banging shack doors at night/
how can i be scared of stuff that dont bite?/
its just my luck, this moffo came at the right time when i neded a fight/
spank him thrice as nice/put a knife on his gutter and let it spill out rice/
money my main man, we keepin ag on fire/
almost lead his a** to retire but now we both called sire/
im ag lord, his ag king, lord and king doing things/
next time u wanna beef, first eat a brown loaf moff/
your lack of sense of humor is outrageous/
you this huge but even flies dont think you dangerous/
call me cannibal, man eater/feed on human flesh, my favoritye being the a** of a stripper/

m.a.d..this is by far the most rhyming lyrics you ever wrote
now moffo hands fulla blood from a lyrical cut throat.. its time
he takes note.. cause he a newbie mad like a virus giving you the flu g
lyrical shoe spree... like kanye nike yeezy.. this is a freebie
all the way from c p t... the mother city.. emcees sick quick and witty
...got hoes like tyra they pretty.. just added this bull so you can be with me.... hotness monster

quote from weezy"so sick so sick need a dock yes
                         craeture monster like the loch-ness"

[Mad]

its f***ing fantastic how i be stretchng my rhymes more than captain of the fantastic/
everyday i get worse/ degenerate only for the best/
sickness is all i have left/ im rejecting medicines even if they sell less/
i never left/ i was there reading what you post on ag behind your back/
stack cash im my pants/ 100s go out the zipper but im not upset/
tip on my toes, f*** da les, i diss dudes for five cents/
so my shit is hardcore like its on steroiods more and more/
and my dick is like a canon, i live your hoe lookin like a melon/
certified a hustla but i never committed a felon/ ha ha

 

[N.A 187]

A MIC KING VS LOUD MOUTHS/ ONE MORE TIME
MAD U MUST BE A FAN TO NOTICE THAT I REPEATED A LINE
DID U MENTION JUELS THAT WHO BOUGHT YOU
YOU GETTING PIMP OUT OF PRISON
DONT END UP INSIDE COZ U'L BE THE FIRST TO TURN SUEZY
WITH A REARANGED SEX DRIVE
TALKIN LIKE U WELL PAID U STILL STILL WITH UR MOMA
WATCHIN JUDGE JUDY IS THE ONLY TIME U SEE DRAMA
BOY U AINT HOOD, TALKIN TRASH WILL GET U COUGHING VARNISH
FROM GETTING SMACKED WITH UR TABLE'S FOOT IN THE STOMAUCH
I'LL MAKE IT FAIR FOR BOTH OF YOU
U JUST A PUPPY AND MOFF IS A BIGGER PUSSY
PINKY AND THE BRAIN, PROFILE PICS BEST DESCRIBES WHO IS HE
IF THE SHOE FITS U GETTING KICKED BY IT
SHAME ON THEM ,U A RESULT OF SEXUAL VIOLANCE
BORN COZ PERANTS COULDNT FINANCE ARBOTION

 

[Mad]

i fight a battle all alone/use my fist to punch soldiers during the war/
i was never bought in this earth to fight with hoes/ go made me the only man and yall faggs have holes/
if being unsensible payed, youd prolly be a millionaire/
choose your words wisely coz u f***ing with dude more supreme than tony blair/
i smoke wee a lot in public or parking lots/ whiltst you sodomize with rooikat/
i dont think,da words in my head just flow lyk a river/spit shit thats on demand to the old mans like im a cow liver during a ritual/
i dont do beef i fux veg/prolly coz it seemed like a waste of time eating you faggz/
so you decided to call your self that name? pliz, you wudnt even get a single point in the dumb dudes game/
silly boys mad will f***ing spin you like a silver coin/ put you in my pocket and exchange u for a pack of popcorns/
ha ha

[MOFF G]

u played out fools/
i let u rhyme a lot cos i didn't wanna burst ya bubble/ nd let the psyfa crumble/
now i shuffed away the humble/ so i atatck the medulla double/(mad nd 187)
making that thick hard skull supple/
i'm a killa credible/ an animal to find human flesh edible/
i dig men out they graves nd make decapitated flesh edible/
this no ressurection but an attempt to get out yall faggots an erection/
mutilation/ tongue, lip nd dick all part of my selection/
brew ya shits up to make a drinkable solution/
cure the world of all the whack population/ rhyme cop: i took a new occupation/
lock you out in isolation/
make ya'll feel the guilt like those in commemoration/
i be the BORN mic king not by petition!!