Who Got The Rhyme Scheme?... Post your sickest verse

[Swordsman]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

ayo i thought you nad me and swords were on some buss, whats happenin?

Nuh we still on dude... plus me and swords always meet.

aight look man, i see that you and ya bo swords aint poppin for this shit, i aint gonna watse my time playing mr nice guy to you fellas, youz got to comprehend, we need to do this shit right away, so gimme a straight answer mayne,

Ayo mad look man we on that sick tip, and me and Sarc are still hooking up some ish, kid you know things don't always go as planned but we can handle it buddy.

[WORDSMITH]

Tell himto read all your posts before post again.

ayo i thought you nad me and swords were on some buss, whats happenin?

Nuh we still on dude... plus me and swords always meet.

aight look man, i see that you and ya bo swords aint poppin for this shit, i aint gonna watse my time playing mr nice guy to you fellas, youz got to comprehend, we need to do this shit right away, so gimme a straight answer mayne,

Ayo mad look man we on that sick tip, and me and Sarc are still hooking up some ish, kid you know things don't always go as planned but we can handle it buddy.

For SUre Swords.

[GreenBat]

Sum day we gona hav 2 work sht out/
"YES WE CAN!" Obama evn showd us how/
We can stand up so nthns gna hold us down/
Goin frm no voice 2 showin em we knwn 4 sound/
As big as Motown wit souls dat r so renownd/
They'l hav to rebound or roots frm below da ground/
N we dnt slow down or stopd til we reach da top/
Evn afta we at da top we stil speed sht up/
N make a million producas march ov 2 beat sht up/
Jus like weiht loss/Diets we dnt eat sht up/
They want a snow cone?We tel dat da freeza's lockd/
We cause a melt down whneva we defeat da spot/
U can shut up its ur choice 2 speak or not/
Giv em a blood clot their firin squad jst got shot/
Screamin fuk luck we public dat D like Chuck/
Enemy but now da target's a jst a big ol' dot//

[WORDSMITH]

Sum day we gona hav 2 work sht out/
"YES WE CAN!" Obama evn showd us how/
We can stand up so nthns gna hold us down/
Goin frm no voice 2 showin em we knwn 4 sound/
As big as Motown wit souls dat r so renownd/
They'l hav to rebound or roots frm below da ground/
N we dnt slow down or stopd til we reach da top/
Evn afta we at da top we stil speed sht up/
N make a million producas march ov 2 beat sht up/
Jus like weiht loss/Diets we dnt eat sht up/
They want a snow cone?We tel dat da freeza's lockd/
We cause a melt down whneva we defeat da spot/
U can shut up its ur choice 2 speak or not/
Giv em a blood clot their firin squad jst got shot/
Screamin fuk luck we public dat D like Chuck/
Enemy but now da target's a jst a big ol' dot//

Sweet.

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

yo most cats are ill and then again somadem whack
i click click click  and i make sure they getadem smack
no props given  cause the odds aint even ....even?
its time you be leavin cause im pissed off
like babies teethin start praying you heethin..like
wool your purpose im weavin thread by thread
head to leg leave you to hang on a line with a peg
tumble dry you dead remember what dre said" ill f*** yo a** up"
on the mic i grip it with all my might so tight
im choking it but im still toking it spirits i be evoking it...

[GreenBat]

My a**cociatd wordplay wil hurt u frm da 1st day
Im bad news in da worst way imaginable
Im an animal kwik 2 pull a gun on ur girl
U felt da hot hell dats 1 world short of an earth
Putin u out there n make u fuk ur dawta frm birth
Got an urge 2 converge n merge wit da surgess
N u probly so gone they callin off searches
They fall in churches services holy faint
Im an arteest u will need 2 show me paint
Hand me a canva** watch me brushstrokes wit no restraint
Neva fukin wit da coat tails of no focus
Can not b showbiz until u jist a form like this
But i noticed ur so-cald fans just dnt exist
Now u down wit roaches sewer rats n fleas
While i sweatshop deliveries in human factories
Record break like atheletes wit accurat speeds
I put da word 1st n always serve immaculat speech
So grab a 2 piece its time 2 eaze back 2 da beach
Supaman neva average i damage u clicks
Kickn an ego just enuf 2 kill a charakter bitch

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

big words dont mean nothing in the game so long as the flow is mad and its insane ...and the crowd cheers loud cause you great.. hip hop consoled and sealed my rap fate no need to hate.. its mainstream... i like spurs mulpha pudding and ice cream.. i sow your lips closed by the seam cause my lyrics make you jump off its exttreeme.. just like i got mad skills better than the dream team.. you never seen H.I.M selaasie the first ...touch by the most high at birth to overthrow the earth.. fiya burn the wicked i hit the sadists like in cricket.. take a cucumber and then i stick it.. light the neck and give respect with the left hand... puff and pa** its the good weed gra** get you so high leave you in a cast.. my swagger triggers off a holocast!!

[GreenBat]

I pierce u wit metal spikes n putrid rust...dat infects a fatal wound untill it oozes puss
Your honour my horror's such includes blood n guts
Ur surgery's done awake witout surgical gloves
Da Grimm Reaper...keeper of da terminal touch
Excavate a grave site...unda cova of nite
U cum across da scene dats when u suffa on sight
Jagged tooth a rabid wolf or b maggot food
My attitude's a butcher way i b hackin u
Punishin attributes sparkd canibal fueds
Instigatin sect killings in fanatical groups
(Genocide) I ma** murder in magnitude
Mao Tse Tung my 1 mind communes wit doom
I amputate legs n decapitate heads
Face it im a sycopath...wit no regrets
U don't know brave untill u braved bein depraved
U bein starvd 2 da point...u'll feel like eatin a blade
So when u deficate ur entrails
U lose more weight
Ur eyeballs get pressd bak... in2 ur skulls
Spinal chords r torn off n then crushd 2 a pulp

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

siiiiiick...proooops!!!

[Koli qha]

I'm still dat ill! U dat sick? Then i'm stil dat pill/ sharpen quill for swords then i'm out 4 da kill/ don't take it lite coz ur perception spills/ the baby brown hold u down.. I dnt think u gon live/ but i won't take dat far. Y'al here 4 a bout, aint even in here to spar sonni/ so we keep it on the verbal/ i'm like the feelin after hittin on sum herbal/ mad rhythm wen i'm spittin in da circle/ mutant like the turtles.. Fresh like em curses/ now dats a metaphor 4 raw! Like the meat of a cow is a metaphor for war/ nd'se ntsempu mtshana murderin the pawns, sum r furtherin the cause/ u wonder who b usherin the force? 1 to epitomise best? U now dealin wit da source/ no need to test the power.. Listen, its 2 towers/ tall as shit buildings in da world! Stack one top o da otha/ stand on top, sell ur soul to da devil! U only get a glimpse of my level

[tebzartlad!]

...Lemme just flip sum '07 shit. eRrrR...Ynot.

Peep this,
My style of rhyme is designed to shatter mikes/
I’m on point like Okapi blades…’ u as sharp as butter knives/
Maar other-wise…I dice lines nice on sum other, son!
While u talk sh*t, fluent, as if t'was your mother tongue/
Either than…phat raps displayed on the set/
Watch me kill rappers right…and leave no cat left/
Check tracks get burnt…at the greatest of degrees/
I GOT ALL BEATS CONFESSIN’ IM THEIR FAVOURITE MC!
See, uTebzar u’blynd…
I don’t front and try to ac’ hard/
You couldn’ be dope if you grew out of Snyman’s backyard/
Mine are…
Lines undescribed by any adjective/
I drop bom’ shit like usin’ hand grenades for laxative/
Face it kid, my rappin’ is blastin’ on these drum kicks/
You a contradictory…SMART a** BUT DROPPIN’ DUMB SH*T!
Son flips fire inspired linez…I spark flame/
You couldn’ jam on a track, ‘ if u was a stuck train/
It’s plain to see you can’t rhyme like me/
I’m a heavyweight you Lyte like that female MC/
The rhymin’ elite, put tha illes’ lines to that beat/
“F*CK THA INDUSTRY AND THEIR DEALS, SON I’M SIGNED TO THE STREETS!”

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

i dont need a record deal or label just like i dont need stress
i shine on my own and i co-sighn "put the dopest to the test" im born
and bread homy i reign in the west western cape im the course for all the
red tape cause i make em scrurry they be like"yo man here comes money"
get low and keep still when this nicca open his gates you know its ill
like a stab wound i make you feel lookin at the scar that wont heal i
cancelled the devils deal and made my own robbed his flame grill and made his horns into corns-rowed on his chest tatooed '021" code
im under underground so i erode...dont implode you might die i jack
your soul half way to the sky "sorry" and good bye..

[GreenBat]

Pardon my ma**iveness im a masta at this...Rhymz dat causes raptures n makin u piss
Da idea of makin me miss just doesn't exist
But u stuck ur nose in where it wasn't ur biz
U beta...Cough up ur comforts...I insist
U losing interest to go against my iron fist
Giving u Isis but it looks like u might resist
My shit is priceless there's nuthin in ur life like this
Call in a specialist in hopes dat he might a**ist
Stab u like Brutus n might give da knife a twist
Pushing syllables in cyphas inciting risk
Im a scientist ur finest get fried to a crisp
Its a crisis so go ahead n ban mic devices
So when he lays it all down a man sacrifices!

[nazmo]

Its like standing in the mirror like De Niro in Taxi
I ain't gonna attack until he attacks me
And when he does, I'm gonna fight back see
Decapitate him leave his head in the back seat,
Nuts locked tight in the trunk
Give em to the Monk next weekend
I heard he gotta plot of pot skunk for reaping
So I hadda keep em, that freak gone
Crazy since his tongue cut off for speaking
Then the day came for us to make the trade
Turns out the Monk carried razor blades
Liked to disect the balls had him hard for days
2 f***ed up fools about to go sperate ways
Then the motherf***er is on my toes
If he don't step back, he catch one on the nose
Swing chizel elbow all across his jaws
If that nose don't bust f*** the lose

Whoop-whoop - Yeah thats the sound on of my feet
Crushin a fiend on the hard concrette
Head against the Kurb, you best not speak
I sware I'll freak-a-leak if I hear one peep

[Intel Quotez]

if y'all Sick, then IM-DYING//
the typa new rap gen be back on a new year...
y'all know i'm soaring the skiez coz I'M-FLYING//
RHYME SCHEME??// na dudez INTEL sick to a point that each i drop
i leave ur rap on MIME'S-DREAM// chumpz "stakes" on DIME-SCREAMZ//

man i'm like **Bruce Willis** in Rap, coz i got *DIE-HARD* FANS//,
Money making PLANS//, word-play and punz just to generate RANDS//,
if i be PRO, i'm HOT u not//
 y'all be like white men in Zim, coz u losing a **PLOT**//,

not the sickest, the cruelest, straight from the coolest,
 Nasty Bloem Katt 4 life//
i'm not only winning battles but i also hit brickz, shoot to kill and stealing ur wife//.
like a hot KNIFE-THRU-MAGARINE//
 i'm penetrating weak kuntz,
and leave 'em beggin 4 mercy each time i take ur
LIFE-THRU-MAGAZINE//

jst a free for ma MAN SARC,
i'mma QOUTE, SOX on this one "COMPARED TO ME Y'ALL LIKE A REPLICA"

i'mma cut both ur arms jst top beat you **HANDS DOWN**