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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:44 pm
I'm accepting all challengers in a freestyle battle. Just P.M me for details...
*coughs* Drago
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 1:47 pm
Some of it was pretty dope. I like the skull, and liberty bell line, and stuff like that. But sometimes it got repetitive, and you seem to curse even when it's unnecessary for emphasizing effect.
Also, don't ruin your raps with little sound effects.
Don't run up the Midwest soundin' like Young Jeezy with kidney stones.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 4:06 pm
Aight' you called me out, so, lets see it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 4:18 pm
Ay yo you know that my rhymes are tight your rhymes are black and white you change your style up quick like a Hermaphrodite I'm gonna kill your flow now and send it to the afterlife and by this time tonight you'll feel the sacrifice
you think your rhymes are hard but talk's cheap you'd better sing my background with the rest of these geeks i'm not done, so go follow my livestock you're better off with blues, pop country, why not? but when it comes to rap, you're played out like high tops
wanna battle Maddiox? can't get the best of him i stack up my rhymes as if they were some Mexicans so if you gettin 'em dollars just holla my demographic is simple everybody and their momma!
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 5:13 pm
Hurricane. Midwest. Chi-town. Represent.
Your rhymes are tight but in the since of a toilet paper roll, Weak, soft, and flimsy, and wiped on my a** as a whole, My goal is to straighten you clowns that are clumsy, So many running around here like a circus among me, I'm a Bun B, raised in the South, straight out of the slums, You a hungry b***h, tryin' to fill your mouth with some crumbs, You bums shoot off your yap, while I shoot off my guns, Puns, metaphors, I raise all of hell Monday to Sunday, back to back, Got you bleeding crimson, like a period everyday out your a** crack, You lack the fact that you only act the part; But in theater you get straight A's at the mark, For your man-boob rack, not your lyrics, they get whacked in the west, And this ain't a puberty phase your tryin' to shrug off your chest, How you gonna best the best, if your still crawlin' out the nest, Lest I remind you, the facts, like your families relation, incest, Your the pest, I'm the pesticide, your the man, I'm the genocide, My flow will destroy you inside, like AIDS spread by lies, And you won't rise from the ashes, you'll be buried alive, Like the knife, takin' your live, and lockin' you in the casket, A tisket a tasket, front with me, and get tossed in the body basket, Take your face and mask it, like how I drive my Phantom over your opera, This ain't fantasy, ninjas don't got no chakra, instead, I head chumps like you to get stuffed into their lockah's, I'm a precision glockah, from the Midwest, we're far past reckless, You should listen unless you feel comfortable tryin' to floss your necklace.
Aight, theres a shabby one I whipped up for ya.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 8:53 pm
Maddiox 3 I'm accepting all challengers in a freestyle battle. Just P.M me for details... *coughs* Drago OH Jeez... I am going to beat this man Look at this lame cat I should ban Him for ever coming to a flow with me See I be the best the ever will be You just a buster who can't come close to what I spit I will make you throw a fit just like a 18 year old chick See you probley come from the Suburbs and you heard Kick Push So you think you a rapper and you can come to me boy you need to flee Cause I come from GI were I can give boys a dollar to have your head for a fee Do you really want me? Boy your like a glass of good Orange Juice you shook Because in the hood we all know there is no such thing as Half Way Crooks So why don't you go home and watch 8-Mile Because I just put you in my lyrical File Of People who can't mess with me Peace and forever Drago the Almighty
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 6:27 pm
Hmm...
I'm the angel of death and I think you're next it's time to take your last step and breathe your last breath because for some reason you got in your mindset that you're the almighty you're superb and you're the best in the words of Nikcel you're a phony a fake a fraud am I'm not gonna start kissing a** cause you're a mod you claim you go so hard but your rhymes are made of fluff so right now in this rap i'm callin your bullshit bluff you live in a fantasy world under a house of cards you empire's gonna crumble because I have done my job you say you come from GI? what are you trying to say I hail from Baltimore ***** we'll cap on you any day so before you try to get me you'd better just do the math I shitted on you and Jashu now watch me sit back and laugh!
(please don't ban me...)
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:38 pm
Those mean streets of Baltimore...Were people use yachts to travel Those Mean Streets of Baltimore...Were you eat Caviar for Treats Those Mean Streets of Baltimore Come on man lets get real... Boy you go to private school so who you kidden lets make a deal I won't bring up your rich up bringing if you just shut up I won't bring up that your girl friend is probley one of those rich sluts You one of the reasons why hip hop is dieing you are from Baltimore man BALTIMORE when's the last time anything happenned over there damn You worry more about your trust fund then anything
Trust me man you don't want with me I heard you yellen but you ain't said nothing to me You need to flee before I get mad and and have to make you sad I will unleash a hail of fire and brimstone and when you wake up you wish you were in hell Because when I start my rhymes just start to set sail So stop failing around and behind over and taking from the back Because we all know how Maddiox and those boys like it in Baltimore Man those mean streets of Baltimore... Were you will get sued if you stepp on your neighbors grass. Those Mean Streets of Baltimore were the Porsche's move Fast Those mean streets of Baltimore man...Where any body can last
You call yourself the angel of Death Well there won't be nothing left After I am done with you and I am going to say true Baltimore is as soft as Dru-hill I am going to make sure you fill me but first you have to see me You can't see me but I can see you and I show you who is going to Leave I am goign to sharpen my knife and cleave Take your tongue and slap you with it Because people like you make me sick so I am going to slit Your throat slowly let your blood drip over my coat Make sure your remember what a true MC is so I am going to leave you a float Belly up in the middle of the ocean. Remember I am DRAGO not a Flaming Homo like yourself.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 2:35 pm
Hurricane. Midwest. Represent. Man, I'm tired of burnin' you fools, So I'ma let you sizzle slow, I'll take your nappy a** out in a single flow.
I'm tired of playin' now, so here we go.
Stay on guard, my toxic lyrics burn like acid, My rhymes are hard, while yours are soft n' flaccid, My name? Hurricane, no need to ask it, Cuz dasit' your done, say nighty-night son, My balls been on your chin since 1991, And the sun, --blown away by Hurricane's typhoon, My Baretta bites you b***h and howls to the moon, Boom, Baltimore burned and buried to bits, Along with the rest of you wannabe gangstas with tits, I'll fill you with clips, before a word crosses your lips, Like Bloods and Crips, leave you blue and red, Got the American Flag tattooed into your head, Dead, fool, we leave you shot, and snatch your shorty in the Midwest, And you can come back, when your crew ain't a d**k-less,
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 3:12 pm
Two on one It takes a weak ***** to call that fun Yall talk the talk but cant run the run You call your town gary what the ******** is that Ya town is wacker then shaq Im gonna blaze Chi town next That s**t is wacker then joe budden And dumber then elmer fudd en I dont need to fear your ryhmes But by the time mines over Have yo asses cryin on yo momma shoulder Come to baltimore and see what i mean While you guys stuck in yo houses eatin some lean cuisines kick it back in yo home town Say that s**t B-More we burn you in the ground What hip experts come from yo town maybe Bitches like justin what gos around comes around While yall are anticipating i already started inateing <******** the waitin while we were creatin Yall phonys start hatein an we dont worry Gangstas in ya town weak as toy soilders I shouldnt be tellin everyone already told ya
(I didnt wanna get in but you guys made me bringin towns)
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:12 pm
We're taking the Freestyle thread with full force! Time to kill 'em Ace! Let's show them what B-More's really about.
welcome to my town i'll cut it quick and shut you *****'s down no clownin around leave you in a trunk gagged and bound where is your style? you got it from the ******** lost and found but Jamie Kennedy needs to get it back safe and sound
I'll give it all i got full speed ahead on my yacht i'll drop my anchor down here cause your head is the docks you're just another wannabe you *****'s can't stack up to me cause I'm the only real O.G come on, let's show em who we be
You say you ******** with the midwest well ***** you've just lost the only thing gansta about the midwest barbeque sauce and with you weak a** rhymes how the hell are you the boss ***** I'll stress until I'm blue just to get it across
let's put up baltimore posters cause we're the dopest I approach this with ease you ******** sleeze bottom line, you're hopeless
as this rap overload builds the rhymes just keep on spillin we're fighting majin buu ***** think of your own villian because when I penetrate it's for certain it's pure hurtin I go hard as steel my footwork is blazin for you it's curtains
you'll never see me runnin you'll never see me surrender I'll lay you out then walk away like there's no other contender I render you bitches tender career ender run up with one with knock outs got you switchin your gender put up your dukes these coooks wanna blow up like nukes nothing but flukes i'll send all you coooks crying to ma dukes so go on and start runnin i'll give you a head start you'd leave your pride right here if you were really ******** smart
go on and take off running kids knock you both down like the twin towers better scram and don't come back through my hood this is your final hour
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:16 pm
(I aint doin this with you or for you its because they disrepsected my home town surprised )
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:22 pm
Hurricane. Midwest still spinnin' twisters around you soft bitches. Lets see some lyrics instead of these weak gimmicks.
I don't disrespect no town, you do it yourselves, I'll knock your heads off, and display em' on my shelves, Snap, crackle, and pop, my drop, decimates you elves, Cells, filled with chumps from this circus called B-town, I ain't laughin', but there sure as hell ain't such thing as a G-Clown, Hear my sound? The hurricane is comin' in, and it's pourin', How you gonna play me, when my girl, Katrina ******** up New Orleans, Leave you as orphans, jack a plane and run it through your house, Don't plee with pity, I've seen you with chicks that have dicks in their blouse, I'll smoke out a mouse, and the rest of your rats too, Because in Chi-town, we drop the silence and let the gats brew, Screw over your ancestry and leave em' in body bags, So go d**k around with each other, I know you two are naughty fags,
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:51 pm
It's time to end this!!!
you call yourself the hurricane more like a slight breeze i come around and plague your town like a bad disease you're getting on my nerves cause your rhymes are real shitty b-more's coming through to destroy the windy city you'd better say something real cause I spit just how I feel and I feel like I'm about to go in for the kill
when people talk about Chi town it gets real quiet so count your blessings little kid i'm going on a diet don't try it, don't ever come back admit defeat and my appetite is great and a dog's gotta eat and I feed off you lame a** rappers and your beats just please leave, you know you can't survive on the streets i don't need to pack no heat I can kill you with my fists and one lame cat named Jashu is next on my list
Drago is old news he's at home safe and sound or I'll get Nikcel up in this b***h and he can calm his a** down and why do you always were masks you never try to show your face because you know what you are and what your are is a disgrace to the rapper's race--- So read this and leave i'll leave your conscious black so let's hear it for GI, come on where you at?! (everything is quiet) "I guess no ganster rappers from Gary came out tonight...oh well!"
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 1:59 pm
Hurricane. Midwest. Still whoopin' ya a**. Check.
They call me Hurricane cuz I storm emcees dead, They call you Maddiox cuz you sick in the head, I'll murder you b***h while you play with a d**k in your bed, Leave your bedspread red, after I let loose the led, Chi-town ain't got time for you shy clowns, After we bury you bitches, you'll know not to ******** around, Windy city, thats where the thugs n' hustlas at, Baltimore, Maryland? Where the ******** is that? Hurricane will levitate you fools off the map, Then have your girl foolin' with em' on his lap, Your mouth is like an a*****e, spittin' a whole lot of s**t, I'm gonna constipate it with death, so you'll be spittin' out a clip, You wanna be my homedawg, , so obey and sit, Matter fact, play dead, cuz we'll shove a gun in your c**t', When people talk about Chi-town, it does get quiet, Cuz bitches choke when they hear Hurricane reign by it, Jenny Craig mother ******** sayin' he runs the trap, Next thing you know, he'll run with waterguns in his strap, Aight' I'm game if you say you wanna knuckle up, But your on a ride to hell, so you better buckle up, Stomp on you with rhymes that cut like a switchblade, While your down there, tell me how my d**k taste,
Midwest. Hurricane. Chi-town fine.
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