LYRICAL FITNESS

G-SUSpect · **Reply #30 on:** March 25, 2006, 11:21:12 PM

u don used my name... for wat
hi-lite ya lines go to edit ... cut
little kid just a week ender
chop up ya lines put em in a blender
ya milkshake bring boys to the yard
but ya lyrics they aint getting me hard
I'm a old man wit a bottle of viagra
bend ova and watch me molest ya
so lay off the bad sex connatations
or u'ze a get raped in po po stations
u don f***ed wit the wrong pedophile
trace u to ya home by ya url file
tie up ya family lets have an orgy
well not ya mom she already know me
sexed her well 16 years ago
instead of my name call me daddy bro
ima give ya sis to some unhygenic trick
make u suck ya fake fathers dick
catch e'thing on my dvd cam
while u catch aids from ya own f'ing fam
incest a game whole fam can play
think about it let me know wat u say

Ta-Piwe · **Reply #31 on:** March 27, 2006, 09:16:35 AM

1 one whack mcee.
so phat lyrics look like 2 fat missy.
not that, takes 3 of me just to diss me.
and i'm one atom tight can't be split to 4
5 lines for more
on the numerals without the three sixe's
seven perfect if you came from tsotsi with bitches
eight finger masturbate on your ninth joint
whats left is 10 on a keyboard not a pen

The Myth · **Reply #32 on:** March 27, 2006, 09:27:20 AM

Quote from: "Ta-Piwe"

1 one whack mcee.
so phat lyrics look like 2 fat missy.
not that, takes 3 of me just to diss me.
and i'm one atom tight can't be split to 4
5 lines for more
on the numerals without the three sixe's
seven perfect if you came from tsotsi with bitches
eight finger masturbate on your ninth joint
whats left is 10 on a keyboard not a pen

hmmm.. dude call me retard or sumthin, but what u sayin??

Ta-Piwe · **Reply #33 on:** March 27, 2006, 10:38:35 AM

numericals should i speak in binary and send you a bug?

N.A 187 · **Reply #34 on:** March 29, 2006, 06:59:15 PM

C hoe

hey super slut/ human vacuum/ f*** vs me, u rather chew ur own tampon

Ta-Piwe · **Reply #35 on:** March 30, 2006, 10:26:59 AM

Eunuch volunteers line up,
Castration circumcision.
Like sniper got precision
When I hit a gee in the spot
Judges get dunked when they battle me in a court
Head caught in a hoop or head caught with a loop
Little boys barking bopping, dressed liked Pharrell and Snoop

J-Dogg · **Reply #36 on:** May 11, 2006, 11:13:35 PM

Its the third-eye unblind, vision never blurred/
do not converse with fools lest they scorn the wisdom of your words/
got lyricists requesting membership for lyrical fitness cause every sentence is absurd/
the prolific, gifted wordsmith, remember where you heard it first/
cats talk about arms, but be scared to draw blood like a nervous nurse/
observe my clever endeavor to deliver the perfect verse/
bruising beats, spooking emcees like a voodoo priest's curse/
oozing unique charisma, reeking of peruvian herb/
why speak of the streets when you know you sleep in the 'burbs?/
my speech is power, lethal enough to freak Kierra Kiki Sheard, make her leave the church and eat sperm/
turn up your speakers and witness hiphop's timely rebirth/
y'all know its me-- the illest netcee you've ever seen on this earth.....

N.A 187 · **Reply #37 on:** May 14, 2006, 03:38:51 PM

my cypher consists of super scientifical displays
like that channel on DSTV
Anythang uttered out of my mouth is sick
and i aint talkin about T.B
extraterrestrial hearing advanced beyond ur average head
when sound is vocalised i heard it 3D
Before the power of printin voices in C.D's
I invented vocabulary that blurried any perseption
from overseeyers to ur average emcee
took a fart to share this fat shit and formed another sphere
Trapped light within air molecules
the radiant source got smered
Where i rest blood colours my walls
a psychopath's nightmare meeting a hannibals choirs
quantum leaped to the after life and closed both doors

Simon the Contractor · **Reply #38 on:** May 16, 2006, 02:55:32 PM

Props to J-Dogg and C4. Y'allz beyond ill. Props.

J-Dogg · **Reply #39 on:** May 16, 2006, 09:44:04 PM

peace god :wink:

and we don't stop.......

This next lyric is the birth of chaos and havoc/
every verse i create disturbs the planet's gravitational habit/
strong enough to make the earth rotate on a 90-degree angled axis/
don't you dare bring the wrong raps to lyrical armed combat/
you wanna battle?--go ahead, select a weapon/
i don't need a gun, i'll just punch a hole in your chest with the intention of ripping out your intestines/
i am forever effervescent in this lyrical profession/
i'm simply the illest ever/
there isn't a lyricist you know with a flow that's better/
i'll take my sickest alphanumeric verse and encrypt it in omega letters/
so you worthless fellas can't comprehend this verse-smith's vendetta/
the earth's temperature worsens whenever i'm quoting my scorching acapellas/
the verdict is in, 93 percent of all rappers are corny/
i'm sorry, they just don't do it for me/
the rest of them are alright, but even they eventually bore me/
its an undeniable fact that my raps are 21st century poetry/
some Poet Laureates have approached and spoken to me/
and told me they wanna quote me in their own recordings/
if hip-hop is this gorgeous babe that's insanely attractive/
then J-Dogg is giving her the best kiss ever since Nas gave her "Illmatic"/
ya feel me?!, of course you do, i'm sorry i can't say the same for y'all/
you're near-sighted, i see everyday through the eyes of Ray Charles/
i'm a blue-collar emcee with an abusive boozing habit/
the metaphors i use confuse the ma**es like an illusion of magic/
its not wrong at all to say that J-Dogg is the LeBron James of the modern day rap game/
the Dywane Wade of flows, i got my own lane/
your style is played out like the token white hoe trying to shake her a** on Soul Train/
so insane like chain-smoking close to an open tank of propane/
they say "no pain, no gain", so i'm strangling old-school rappers with they gold-rope chains/
woe to any of you hopeless lames that wanna go toe to toe with Jay/
here's what will happen if i ever get the chance to battle you/
you will get embarra**ed bad and have your wack a** handed to you/
calculating and slightly mechanical/
college professors wanna pick my brain like Hannibal/
get a quick change of attitude and quit trying to hang with the kid/
your team couldn't beat me money, not even if you get a "dime" from Jason Kidd.....

N.A 187 · **Reply #40 on:** May 29, 2006, 07:23:34 PM

Rappers got loud mouths wit no sense in their speech
i was born great
when i die they'll declare a holiday after me
real recognise ill like an aids consultant
im bout sick shit, colon walls made of margots
peep why heads enjoy givin credit
ya'll broke, its like your bank acount is leaking
a verbal genious, hiphop's ma**icre scene
when shining the sun looks like a torch when beaming
somebody gotta hate on this kid, please
chew bubble gum emceez and form a parashuit from their remains
im trying to creat thoughts that formed Eistines brains
how long we gotta test each others abilities
leaving large , Goliath would apear like minny me
but really B, im spitting for readers to digest
thats why i supply ya'll wit something to bite every week

DAZ aka-Cyfa Lojik (PPL ON THE STREET) · **Reply #41 on:** May 30, 2006, 10:58:08 AM

most underground cats is chilling in an ill disposition/
like the bavarian illuminati try to over run the med evil christian/
but i am the catalist for revolution the cabalastic magician/
like lsd and senekot i give emcees visions that leave em shittin/
the end is coming for wack emcees call it the Phantoms intuition/
when the break neck wind comes you should watch were you spittin/
your flows, cuz if your saliva touch my velvet cloak, then spirits get broke/
like a recovering addict being pulled back to dope, beware the lost soul/
looking to posses your body snatch your thrown and call it my home/
and upon your stolen foundations build a new fortress/
below a dungeon, were you could find you fallen crew frozen in rigamortis/
the remainin few hangin on to their life while induring hermetic tortures/
beware my clan approaching hooded up on dark horses/
taking its course,its the rise of the prevailing dark forces/
why turn back when half way through a river of bloody waters/
why stop here when the revolution is near, the birth of new world orders!

Daz Da Dvs !!!

DAZ aka-Cyfa Lojik (PPL ON THE STREET) · **Reply #42 on:** May 30, 2006, 03:07:27 PM

tracing the amazin stars trail blazing,confined to a observatory station,
make way for new days in, which old kings are fading,
behold he who wrote the Gnostic scripts,
defending hip hop from these dumb shit fake "spits"
pick axe to the forehead and your face splits,
jumping the matrix without knowlage of the basics,
thats why most cat get caught without a vest,
in the philanthropists "slug fest"

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DAZ aka-Cyfa Lojik (PPL ON THE STREET) · **Reply #43 on:** May 31, 2006, 01:45:31 PM

we chill online commenting and watching cats kick flows/
when on the corner cypher stand real sick pros/
battle live for blood and flesh and see how it goes/
street poles collecting these speech foes the beat grows/
beneth your feet glows your toes as you tip toe/
across the burning lake of fire and brimstones/
killbrow tought me to throw stones at approaching po-po's/
next of kin to most those, DaDelik Manskaape en MaJimBos,
how you gonna see its is a dirty game if its werein clean clothes/

Anthony · **Reply #44 on:** May 31, 2006, 05:46:31 PM

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn! :cry: