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 Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:28 pm
Makairo Please put it away I'm talkin' about your face, Before I pull it up and make you smile and move your waist, I don't play - I don't push button for game, I am the dark prince named M to the A to the K Enough shots on the point of the letters to lay your grave, Addiction is simply an addition to my murderous trail of emcees - it's a mission, My decision is so clear and proficient I make Fujin look like absent and mentally schismed, Realistic and big, Statistics are sick, Believe it or not I'm hotter than the pot atop the kettle filled wit' water should it drop, I pop the top and burn skin 'til it's slop- py and no one can stop me, Addiction's addicted to d**k so stop, please xp Just some wholesome fun. Addiction to d**k where have I seen this before "Hey yo! Police! Somebody come and get this whore!" Come on, man you can think of something~better~than~that This is holy war and no one's coming~ wetter ~than~Mak gotta get some practice in whee
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:29 pm
Makairo Please put it away I'm talkin' about your face, Before I pull it up and make you smile and move your waist, I don't play - I don't push button for game, I am the dark prince named M to the A to the K Enough shots on the point of the letters to lay your grave, Addiction is simply an addition to my murderous trail of emcees - it's a mission, My decision is so clear and proficient I make Fujin look like absent and mentally schismed, Realistic and big, Statistics are sick, Believe it or not I'm hotter than the pot atop the kettle filled wit' water should it drop, I pop the top and burn skin 'til it's slop- py and no one can stop me, Addiction's addicted to d**k so stop, please xp Just some wholesome fun. You sound just like everyone else, same ******** s**t all the time Addicted to d**k" How original. The words only one ******** sylible MAK? that name sounds gay but you wont ******** change it anyway May I get some fries with that, is your name a joke Or maybe I would like a ******** coke Listen Mak you just a wanna be you aint no emcee, like me I just started spittin to you a minute ago but to me it already got old So please shut the ******** up and let me finish. [[I didn't even want to bother with M A K......]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:33 pm
Wow, looks like the new kid is aiming for Big Mak? What a doo doo brain. Let's tear him up, Mos.
Wannabes shroud mystery within their target views,
I'll drag your mind like a pencil across paper to help sharpen you,
You're dull and dimm
I am the emcee's Grim
Reaper and I turn the "phattest" styles into slims,
I grin as I win battle after battle,
I have no room for nobbies lookin' to saddle
up and get scratched and mistmatched wit' the greatest,
I switch flows as much as I switch faces,
That's why I battle multiple foes during a hiatus,
I could sit back and leave this whole ********' forum blazin',
You're ice cold - we don't want to freeze anymore,
You got niggaz feelin' like they're standin' 10 degrees in their draws,
Your flaws - I'll list and send you home with a gift,
Welcome to the home of Makairo's Harem of b***h
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:36 pm
CT I Click Tricks
I remain missless,
You're witless as I continue to diminish
any of your abilities to aim or finish,
I belittle your abilities to create or widdle
rhymes at any time - I remain in minds,
Like termites I gnaw at justice and grind
my body into your psyche until it's all gone,
I'm the Cypher's Cheetah chasin' after a Capricious Fawn,
Long ago I once towered and ya'll cowered
now you wish to join the brave fools whom I devoured,
Please - I'll lock you up, like the first another restriction,
Join the cages of my wild - add on to Addiction
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:40 pm
Makairo Wow, looks like the new kid is aiming for Big Mak? What a doo doo brain. Let's tear him up, Mos. Wannabes shroud mystery within their target views, I'll drag your mind like a pencil across paper to help sharpen you, You're dull and dimm I am the emcee's Grim Reaper and I turn the "phattest" styles into slims, I grin as I win battle after battle, I have no room for nobbies lookin' to saddle up and get scratched and mistmatched wit' the greatest, I switch flows as much as I switch faces, That's why I battle multiple foes during a hiatus, I could sit back and leave this whole ********' forum blazin', You're ice cold - we don't want to freeze anymore, You got niggaz feelin' like they're standin' 10 degrees in their draws, Your flaws - I'll list and send you home with a gift, Welcome to the home of Makairo's Harem of b***h Win battle after battle maybe in monopoly But this whole place is a ******** Hipocracy You say to be original with your ryhmes But you sound the same the whole ******** time You'll drag my mind across paper Can any line get any lamer You have no room for noobies lookin' to saddle? Well good, Cause I am the ******** cattle My words flow straight out the mouth while your words come straight out the house You sit on the net typin all day But you dont have the balls you spit what you say IN the real world you and I are different Im the kid who you never played with The one who always ******** up your ryhmes, and waited after school To kick your sorry a**, you little punk a** fool.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:44 pm
The Addiction Makairo Wow, looks like the new kid is aiming for Big Mak? What a doo doo brain. Let's tear him up, Mos. Wannabes shroud mystery within their target views, I'll drag your mind like a pencil across paper to help sharpen you, You're dull and dimm I am the emcee's Grim Reaper and I turn the "phattest" styles into slims, I grin as I win battle after battle, I have no room for nobbies lookin' to saddle up and get scratched and mistmatched wit' the greatest, I switch flows as much as I switch faces, That's why I battle multiple foes during a hiatus, I could sit back and leave this whole ********' forum blazin', You're ice cold - we don't want to freeze anymore, You got niggaz feelin' like they're standin' 10 degrees in their draws, Your flaws - I'll list and send you home with a gift, Welcome to the home of Makairo's Harem of b***h Win battle after battle maybe in monopoly But this whole place is a ******** Hipocracy You say to be original with your ryhmes But you sound the same the whole ******** time You'll drag my mind across paper Can any line get any lamer You have no room for noobies lookin' to saddle? Well good, Cause I am the ******** cattle My words flow straight out the mouth while your words come straight out the house You sit on the net typin all day But you dont have the balls you spit what you say IN the real world you and I are different Im the kid who you never played with The one who always ******** up your ryhmes, and waited after school To kick your sorry a**, you little punk a** fool. I'll do as he says and repeat off the past, He's a starvin' artist steadily ready to feed of my last, I slap him once - he turns the other cheek Clearly the caucasian qualities of the weak, Racisms for the meek so I endorse the universe, Dude - get your style grown - like you need puber-verse, Up and down - I am the bus ride, I take you to the bottom where the grass has dried, Where the flora has died where your tounge stays tied, Momentary hault to your lack luster lyrical lies.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:46 pm
Makairo CT I Click Tricks I remain missless, You're witless as I continue to diminish any of your abilities to aim or finish, I belittle your abilities to create or widdle rhymes at any time - I remain in minds, Like termites I gnaw at justice and grind my body into your psyche until it's all gone, I'm the Cypher's Cheetah chasin' after a Capricious Fawn, Long ago I once towered and ya'll cowered now you wish to join the brave fools whom I devoured, Please - I'll lock you up, like the first another restriction, Join the cages of my wild - add on to Addiction There he goes again boastin' and sayin' how hes a true *****,you sure you ain't false claimin? All I saw you say was how you ruled over me But That I still yet to see You might be in tune with your mind, but you ain't in tune with your Ryhme Im not witless, as I can see straight through you You'll come back with a line that goes "I 0wn y0U" So get your s**t straight and get out of my face Cause your not no emcee, your a ********' disgrace.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:48 pm
Makairo CT I Click Tricks I remain missless, You're witless as I continue to diminish any of your abilities to aim or finish, I belittle your abilities to create or widdle rhymes at any time - I remain in minds, Like termites I gnaw at justice and grind my body into your psyche until it's all gone, I'm the Cypher's Cheetah chasin' after a Capricious Fawn, Long ago I once towered and ya'll cowered now you wish to join the brave fools whom I devoured, Please - I'll lock you up, like the first another restriction, Join the cages of my wild - add on to Addiction This is beef on a level no one has herd of Round 2 of Big Mak vs. the Thickburger It's murder! Like Ja Rule's declining records sales Bust this ink over your rhymes so your the opposite of pale
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:50 pm
Makairo The Addiction Makairo Wow, looks like the new kid is aiming for Big Mak? What a doo doo brain. Let's tear him up, Mos. Wannabes shroud mystery within their target views, I'll drag your mind like a pencil across paper to help sharpen you, You're dull and dimm I am the emcee's Grim Reaper and I turn the "phattest" styles into slims, I grin as I win battle after battle, I have no room for nobbies lookin' to saddle up and get scratched and mistmatched wit' the greatest, I switch flows as much as I switch faces, That's why I battle multiple foes during a hiatus, I could sit back and leave this whole ********' forum blazin', You're ice cold - we don't want to freeze anymore, You got niggaz feelin' like they're standin' 10 degrees in their draws, Your flaws - I'll list and send you home with a gift, Welcome to the home of Makairo's Harem of b***h Win battle after battle maybe in monopoly But this whole place is a ******** Hipocracy You say to be original with your ryhmes But you sound the same the whole ******** time You'll drag my mind across paper Can any line get any lamer You have no room for noobies lookin' to saddle? Well good, Cause I am the ******** cattle My words flow straight out the mouth while your words come straight out the house You sit on the net typin all day But you dont have the balls you spit what you say IN the real world you and I are different Im the kid who you never played with The one who always ******** up your ryhmes, and waited after school To kick your sorry a**, you little punk a** fool. I'll do as he says and repeat off the past, He's a starvin' artist steadily ready to feed of my last, I slap him once - he turns the other cheek Clearly the caucasian qualities of the weak, Racisms for the meek so I endorse the universe, Dude - get your style grown - like you need puber-verse, Up and down - I am the bus ride, I take you to the bottom where the grass has dried, Where the flora has died where your tounge stays tied, Momentary hault to your lack luster lyrical lies. Lyrical lies? my tongue is tied? Were'd you get that jokes.net? Listen little boy, I hit you with my feed and you barely react You come back with how im so whack How do you know im not black? You speak about racism, and you do it yourself Calling me caucasian, dude ******** that s**t how do you know Im not asian You cant see much through a t.v. screen, so get your s**t in check Then come and pay a little respect.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:52 pm
Woo, good s**t guys, but that was like a 2 on 1 victory for me. Plus, ya'll had more verses. xd
I liked that one I hit CT most though. Anyway, keep it going, I'm out for a real battle for now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:53 pm
Makairo Woo, good s**t guys, but that was like a 2 on 1 victory for me. Plus, ya'll had more verses. xd I liked that one I hit CT most though. Anyway, keep it going, I'm out for a real battle for now. Yeah I could see a hint of effort there... but still there are no victories in here just a circle of pain and death
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 5:46 pm
The Addiction Makairo The Addiction Makairo Wow, looks like the new kid is aiming for Big Mak? What a doo doo brain. Let's tear him up, Mos. Wannabes shroud mystery within their target views, I'll drag your mind like a pencil across paper to help sharpen you, You're dull and dimm I am the emcee's Grim Reaper and I turn the "phattest" styles into slims, I grin as I win battle after battle, I have no room for nobbies lookin' to saddle up and get scratched and mistmatched wit' the greatest, I switch flows as much as I switch faces, That's why I battle multiple foes during a hiatus, I could sit back and leave this whole ********' forum blazin', You're ice cold - we don't want to freeze anymore, You got niggaz feelin' like they're standin' 10 degrees in their draws, Your flaws - I'll list and send you home with a gift, Welcome to the home of Makairo's Harem of b***h Win battle after battle maybe in monopoly But this whole place is a ******** Hipocracy You say to be original with your ryhmes But you sound the same the whole ******** time You'll drag my mind across paper Can any line get any lamer You have no room for noobies lookin' to saddle? Well good, Cause I am the ******** cattle My words flow straight out the mouth while your words come straight out the house You sit on the net typin all day But you dont have the balls you spit what you say IN the real world you and I are different Im the kid who you never played with The one who always ******** up your ryhmes, and waited after school To kick your sorry a**, you little punk a** fool. I'll do as he says and repeat off the past, He's a starvin' artist steadily ready to feed of my last, I slap him once - he turns the other cheek Clearly the caucasian qualities of the weak, Racisms for the meek so I endorse the universe, Dude - get your style grown - like you need puber-verse, Up and down - I am the bus ride, I take you to the bottom where the grass has dried, Where the flora has died where your tounge stays tied, Momentary hault to your lack luster lyrical lies. Lyrical lies? my tongue is tied? Were'd you get that jokes.net? Listen little boy, I hit you with my feed and you barely react You come back with how im so whack How do you know im not black? You speak about racism, and you do it yourself Calling me caucasian, dude ******** that s**t how do you know Im not asian You cant see much through a t.v. screen, so get your s**t in check Then come and pay a little respect. Pay a little respect he just killed~himself!!! So now it's too late for someone to give~him~help Whooping this dude so long now they hand me the champ's beltSo I now I'll leave his body with black, blue, and gold welts
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 7:18 pm
ok so CT thinks hes a lyrical spiller
well im the new serial killer
im the new murder material chiller
if this were a movie it would be a serious thriller
ok so now mak thinks hes cattle
thats almost as bad as the addict who rigs battles
ill kill you with anything i lyrically got the glass shard
and with all that i still dont pull the race card
so this is for the addict
to give him something to jack off to while he battles
and mak i brand cattle
ill beat you with a ******** baby rattle
and still leave you bloody and s**t
wipe ya face in the dirt you lookin muddy and s**t
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:11 am
demon_of_chaos98 ok so CT thinks hes a lyrical spiller well im the new serial killer im the new murder material chiller if this were a movie it would be a serious thriller ok so now mak thinks hes cattle thats almost as bad as the addict who rigs battles ill kill you with anything i lyrically got the glass shard and with all that i still dont pull the race card so this is for the addict to give him something to jack off to while he battles and mak i brand cattle ill beat you with a ******** baby rattle and still leave you bloody and s**t wipe ya face in the dirt you lookin muddy and s**t My flow fluid yours is soggy and damp ***** your raps blow like a ******** band campA sucking grand champ like a DMX vacuum You might be cow-pokin but don't step in this sasoonYou beef with me, I'm gonna see your last high noonComing out the trunk and show you where I stash my fumes Past by tombs, think of it as your cataloge Life's a b***h and you can't bear her so you better add a Paul
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 7:01 am
that was nice but i dont understand the last line
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