LYRICAL FITNESS

N.A 187 · **Reply #45 on:** July 12, 2006, 09:06:33 AM

You study my name/ brake it by sylibles
copy my game/ fanticise about being a fag wife for the devil
your vision is clouded by uhuru fame/ but ur creativity lacks freedom
let pappa spare you some freedom
lookin worse than that rashed out hole you came out off
write half a** verses/ when im coming out the top
like a spasming dickheads
i hate ignorant children/but as a raw beater
punchlines i give em/ you dont compare to me son
your sex life is worse than a nuns
when i drink and pa** blunts to ritheous rasta faries
you at tea parties/eating cinamon buns
i write what your role model would admire
front like im muffin your bitch and spuke petrol in her c***
and utelise a full flamed liter
dare me to diss/ i spit sick shit
shreck's wife would even dare me a kiss
you house nigga than keeps a diary with choirs in em
im dirty like i dont even know liquid
f*** those vouchin for you/ i role swift
their brain dead for feelin a cabage / with half the i.q of a gold fish
you got this site fumigated wit a stintch
coz your simple style stinks
skunks would safocate from your script
you were born to be a male bitch
and watch gay movies while your little man twitch
coming here with alementary english
leave rhymes/ go back to your krayons and colour some pics

http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h301/187a**asin/?action=view&current=540ecd62.flv

J-Dogg · **Reply #46 on:** July 28, 2006, 09:54:48 PM

Big ups to all Blak Diamond Militia apostles/
i'm holding court like Thurgood Marshall/
you bastards couldn't produce enough gastric juice to stomach my arsenal/
peep the rhyme skill, it's time to bulid like Mic Geronimo/
i move militant when i'm attacking/
i glide, i don't walk, no talk all action/
remain focused, no distractions/
a**a**inate your faction with champagne-colored gatlings/
i'm all for peace, but speak on my familia and you'll see violence/
a monster of the mind, no Nobel Prize scribe could define my deep science/
my brainchild is a raging beast, your ideas are childish/
my speech is hotter than beaches in the Caribbean Islands/
cinematographic raps with Italian maestros at the back playing violins/
hip-hop's top poetic marksman of the whole macrocosm/
"J-Dogg the God" is what you marks should start calling him/
i listen to pro-black views and get jewels from dudes like Chairman Omali Yeshitela/
while you stupid rap fools argue over the relevance of chancletas/
turn you clowns into UFO's, drop you off a plane/
bring colour to your imagination by putting a red dot to your brain/
in the name of "Uhuru" i solemnly swear to give this my all/
ready to die for the cause and not just because.....

J-Dogg · **Reply #47 on:** August 15, 2006, 05:25:07 PM

I see things like Sylvia Browne, my sense of intuition is of impressive precision/
off the wall thoughts, a nemesis to conventional wisdom/
however my intelligent disposition has distinguished physicists like Edward Witten interested in my exquisite writtens/
all time top five when it comes to rhyme spitting, i'm not kidding/
my bars is a collage of Nas, Canibus and Rakim's lyricism/
Mensa Society members have a tendency to quote me/
they say Jay is incredible, the emceeing equivalent of Kobe/
my lyrical positions me at the pinnacle of the pyramid of poetry/
sole controller of my circumference, a force-field surrounds the cipher/
rap czar with eyes fixed on bars like a 25-to-lifer at Rikers/
J-Dogg is the Rembrandt of rap artists/
my mic shines a beam of light to brighten the minds of my audience/
my calligraphy is like Pica**o with oil, my imagery is flawless/
i could give a flying f*** if you silly punks don't seriously acknowledge this/
the shit i write is strictly for Blak Diamond Militia scholars/
i was always one with the cause, i have been getting ready for plenty of years/
the revolution already exists, you're just too deaf to see it here/
i used to drown my insecurities in the deepest sea of beer/
these days i'm in sync with my inner deity, believe me, i see it clear/
green-eyed envy and jealousy got me beefing with my once dearest peers/
dudes need to chill with that "Me vs. You", that ego-trip is some weak shit/
don't become a liability to yourself, one's self-esteem can easily be a self-defeating weakness/
J-Dogg has been sincere his entire life, it's just easier for people to say he's conceited/
i'm just very confident, so quit trying to debase my name by saying Jay is an arrogant, cocky nigga/
my African ladies call me a traitor, they say i have changed ever since my star has gotten bigger/
yes, i do have a predilection for light skin, but that doesn't mean i don't like my dark-skinned sisters/
listen, i'm looking for a homegirl, not a girlfriend, sidechick or a wife/
i'm already married to this hip-hop shit and i'm not trying to get hitched twice/
this is my ultimate mission in life/
to rip mics and spit the kind of shit that the purists like/
you sorry playas couldn't soak up any game even if you watched "Hitch" thrice/
f*** y'all......your crew is a group of gay pussies like a clique of six dykes....

J-Dogg · **Reply #48 on:** August 18, 2006, 09:07:50 PM

J-Dogg is an emcee-eating beast, he been busting frees for ages/
what you know about Asian weed?, last week i smoked "Buddha" with three Taoist sages/
ladies and gentlemen, you're looking at the most supreme lyrical machine of the Tanzanian nation/
i been getting busy lyrically ever since The Mwinyi administration/
ever since i was a baby making phrases on paper with crayons in my play-pen/
before Benzino and his people created the "Made-Men"/
i been rocking so many "clubs", i'm living proof that Man is a direct descendant of cavemen/
in Houston i'm the truth--- okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration/
but i spit so gangsta i could make Scarface sound like Clay Aiken!

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i also got some shit for the females, c'mon ladies, you know you wanna try me/
the flow is so dope, i could have a soulful hoe like Zamajobe come to "Ndawo Yami"/
but i ain't no sucker for love, nigga/
i just f*** 'em and dump 'em, i don't trust no slut, nigga/
if you do the opposite then you're a dumb nigga/
you probably feel "T's Pain" cause you're "in-love-with-a-stripper" :lol: /
to quote Biggie, lyrically i'm supposed to represent/
i'm not only a client, i'm the lyrical fitness president.....bitch!!

GIO VAHK · **Reply #49 on:** August 19, 2006, 01:42:08 AM

One minus eight plus seven equals nill./ "a**a**in" similiar to the likes of Ricki Lake and Dr. Phil/ What piss me off is that they act like f***in proffesionals/
but if you put they spirit in a gla** you'll notice their skills be spilled/
And who the f*** is this Kastro? a wack hoe with gastro, find your back broken thru yo' a** hole/your shit would be lucky if you had flow/ f***in a**holes... 187 don't hate/ I hope this is an opportunity you take / take a few tips from this shit coz we all notice you be fake/ You belong at the bottom of a blue lake/ choked to death with a shoe lace/ Smoked to the left with a .22 "pyp"/ oh ja, that's Afrikaanz by the way/
Homeboy click on log off, leave and we can call it a night/
SAY WHAT YOU WANT J-DOGG C4 AND MY MTHERf***IN SHIT BE TIGHT/ :twisted:

J-Dogg · **Reply #50 on:** October 07, 2006, 11:18:19 PM

Academic Journalists bear witness to my syllable magnificence/
engrave what i say in your brain's frontal lobe just in case you forget this/
i'm connected to the celestial wireless, this next minute i'm expecting an instant message/
you can check the sentences etched on the Rosetta Stone as evidence for my deft penmanship/
i take a negative of my mental picture and bathe it in a pool of 80 proof liquor/
serotonin explosion leaves your memory frozen/
my visual lyrical will cripple your sensory organs/
even in a state of heaven, i'm capable of raising hell/
i curse the universe and command the sky to rain some hail/
J-Dogg is the mental personification of Satan, y'all should brace yourselves/
i'll stick my arm in the ground, pull out the f***ing Equator-Belt and strangle you with it 'till you can't yell for help......bastids!!!!!!

Skivvy-G AKA Mic's Myth · **Reply #51 on:** October 09, 2006, 10:15:28 AM

J-Dogg's rhymes are either the worste I've seen in a LOOONG time,
or he got sum sick a** flow that I cant grasp by reading it.

Personally, I dont like rhymes that are nothing but self descriptions
Like, I'm this & I'm that, My lyrical this & that.

Nothing deep about that either. A true display of skill & command of Vocab, was C4, his shit was blazing, eer1 elses shit (on page 1 that is) was plain wack dissing wack.

J Dogg, u spit sum smart freak but yo...

G7 · **Reply #52 on:** October 12, 2006, 12:37:48 PM

Why don’t u leave the dogg and what is written
or u might make the dogg flip and you'll get bitten
C4's shit may be tight but in the light of what u write
who's to say what is wrong and what is right
Now if I read your first line, I wouldn't say its ill
but I'd say damn, You've got some wicked math skills!
One minus this….this plus that… wicked my friend!
I've got a graduation hat for u when you can get past ten
For you to be offering tips, that’s so absurd
when you cant even get a grip on only the tip of an iceberg
Noticed you said a**hole twice, is that an obsession?
U George Michael's possession? I smell a closet confession
You need an english lesson Mr wannabe Mack-adocious
with your Super-tacky-faggolistic-shit-that-sounds-atrocious
The only thing blazing is a spliff burning holes in Mic's myth
think again before your pen starts writing self proclaimed tight shit
My mind's f***ed up, the voices in my head gave me shrills
there's no gla** big enough to hold my skills, so it will get spilled
but I still respect the next man who holds his own, FOR REAL!

Skivvy-G AKA Mic's Myth · **Reply #53 on:** October 12, 2006, 01:15:58 PM

ok... :?
if u sayb so. what u wanna battle me?

G7 · **Reply #54 on:** October 12, 2006, 01:20:21 PM

All in good fun, got to test the skills you know... so go for it! :twisted:

Skivvy-G AKA Mic's Myth · **Reply #55 on:** October 12, 2006, 01:39:29 PM

l8r matric calls

Skivvy-G AKA Mic's Myth · **Reply #56 on:** October 12, 2006, 01:39:50 PM

l8r matric calls soz :cry:

motley · **Reply #57 on:** October 12, 2006, 02:27:27 PM

Talk about blowing ur trumpets there's nuthin that disinterests me more than battle verses

G7 · **Reply #58 on:** October 12, 2006, 02:33:19 PM

Well rap/hip hop grew up on battle verses. Its not blowing trumpets, its just a test of rhyming skills.

Skivvy-G AKA Mic's Myth · **Reply #59 on:** October 12, 2006, 04:53:42 PM

I dunno what up with these... homosexual insinuations...
Battling professionals will leave you in a situation
That you dont wanna be in, u end up a scar faced
Coz I'm "rock" hard, & yo monitor is a hard place
I'm dealing with matric exams, I dont need this
But I do it occasionally just so that I can feed this,
Typa cat to the dogs, yo you raping too hard
You wont survive the swinging forth & back with the God
Because, I thug like I am Pac on my enemies
Lyrical pedigree, & strapped, u better be
You get trapped with 7 G's [G7], Of rap
you better see, that Myth is a Gee,
F*(&t it I better leave
so Imma Say peace.

Set up a propa battle. readin my own shit I say u won :wink: