Open mic... Er1 invited

[fatal verb]

gaz whos back in da place
name spell F.atal killin mcs lyk da plague
get lost in my cypher coz mind is a maze
I smell vernom on ur tongue coz wat u spittin is hate
I spit ill walk around wit a medical kit
u cldnt be nicer if u swallowed a  majical pill
my rhymz killah coz I put vernom in my ink
u wanna diss change ur name to titanic, coz u r bound to sink
cant swim wit da dig fish coz u own no gillz
Im out lyk simen u need protection if u battlin me

[1kind]

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

yo! cows jumped over the moon, raise the stakes!!! yo, too ill

[Z-DIGITAL]

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

Fresher than a zip-loc bag..................that line was lethal.

[1kind]

Ngyabonga mina!!!!!

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

Fresher than a zip-loc bag..................that line was lethal.

[WORDSMITH]

cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

 

Sweet... Thats what should be called ILL...

[Z-DIGITAL]

MOSH PIT

Said saturday nights gon' be crazier than a mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Girls gon' be screaming like they wuz in horror flick
Coz, Ima be on stage, dropping my shit
Lookin thuggy fresh, in every letter I spit
New blue tight fits, feelin all rightious
Inbetween songs, doing my free mic thing
Wrist gon' be blinging like when I had the Breitling
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
Models all aroun' me, my shits, so exciting
& no limos this round or 350s this time
Coz Ima be late chopin-in it coming down
My arrival so loud I wont have to make a sound
They gon' hold they breath till my foot touch down
and listen to every word every verb every noun

Its gonna be mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Kids gon' be poutin', like they was getting car sick
Dont mark my words but surely y'could mark this
That saturday nights gon' be crazy like mother f***in mosh pit

Girls on shoulders wit' they hands in the air
Boppin they heads with they hair everywhere
Drinkin that reds drinkin that beer
Callin' to my response, not givin a damn care
at the end of every song screamin out, YAAAAAAH !!!!!
Exhaling that blunt putting the lighters in the aaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr
Swagger so fresh, even the twins w'have to stare


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[7-Sense]

MOSH PIT


Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing

--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------

YA!!! for sure you'll do that... 

[WORDSMITH]

MOSH PIT

Said saturday nights gon' be crazier than a mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Girls gon' be screaming like they wuz in horror flick
Coz, Ima be on stage, dropping my shit
Lookin thuggy fresh, in every letter I spit
New blue tight fits, feelin all rightious
Inbetween songs, doing my free mic thing
Wrist gon' be blinging like when I had the Breitling
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
Models all aroun' me, my shits, so exciting
& no limos this round or 350s this time
Coz Ima be late chopin-in it coming down
My arrival so loud I wont have to make a sound
They gon' hold they breath till my foot touch down
and listen to every word every verb every noun

Its gonna be mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Kids gon' be poutin', like they was getting car sick
Dont mark my words but surely y'could mark this
That saturday nights gon' be crazy like mother f***in mosh pit

Girls on shoulders wit' they hands in the air
Boppin they heads with they hair everywhere
Drinkin that reds drinkin that beer
Callin' to my response, not givin a damn care
at the end of every song screamin out, YAAAAAAH !!!!!
Exhaling that blunt putting the lighters in the aaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr
Swagger so fresh, even the twins w'have to stare


--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------

YHO... YHO... YHO...

[WORDSMITH]

I Mastered the art of killing and spitting/
I meat you in the street; Then its beef I be eating//
Im Rippin and Creepin at the same Im slittin/
Your throat and mash it into fises//
an extremist/ jump the tight rope and dive into sharp sheets and/
Scrible my vocab in the midst of air and use it as a sheild when//
Combat erupts/ I convert to skunks/ and my enemy retreats
cos I badder when Im angry and ready to kill//
The Author to write about my after life while breathing/
Focus and listen when Im speaking/
Cos im so cryptic if you miss a single syllable of speech
You won't get what Im reaching//
Paralyse your optical nerves; with nautical spears//
Severe lyricism; one word: the global nightmare//
I fight fair when my opponent is 10 time my size/
Besides that; I cheat and low blow your life/
Get blows from your wife/ and take your doe on yo sight//
I do anything In public; even Rape your Spouse/
Its a malicious way of doing things without any doubt//
Criminal intent With nothing but open Honesty/
While they does it behind doors empel hypocricy//

Its nothin major...

[Mrs Jones]

Home gal over there (7-sense) spit what I’ve been wondering all along. Why don’t cats spit verbs consisting of issues going on in the world or in their own personal lives instead of telling us how sick their rhymes are or how much money they got. With all that talent, it would be so much more powerful with a better content. Y’all great though, no Doubt!!! Thank you 7-sense

[WORDSMITH]

Its called fiction sweety... there's so musch more than our realities.... so once in a while I get in touch with that part of the world.

[Volatyl]

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

Probly one of the best scripts on A.G ever... (i aint dickriding tho)

[oints]

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

Probly one of the best scripts on A.G ever... (i aint dickriding tho)

too true, Yo ONEk1nd...us should lace up sum raps you ve put on wax, id love to hear suma them shits on audio god...nice 

[Z-DIGITAL]

Clik clak booooommm !!!
Mother f***uz make room
In comes Duke, droppin verses like doom
Whether in 3D or straight out the can, I leave you in gloom
Drawing your attention with a pencil, like youngins watchin Hanna Barbra cartoon
Swingin punches so hard, make ya chest close up, leave you feelin entombed
Im stuck to this game like my dna was glued,
to a gaming console & aint even started makin moves
But I got yall reading my shit & feeling it like ooohhh
Niggaz who used to wanna battle now think times 2
Coz my train of thought will hit you and go right through


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