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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 1:55 pm
Okay, this is an all-out Rap Battle Royale. I decide the winners. You can only rap against someone once. You lose twice, and you're out. You can choose who you want to battle, and if it's good with them, you two battle. Got it? Go.
Winners: The Legendary Makairo [1] Strif Extasy [1]
Losers: [once] Strif Extasy The Legendary Makairo
Losers: [twice, yer out!]
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 2:56 pm
um do you need contestants or we just post a verse
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:04 pm
L mon you iz so gay, I don't need to rap against you anyway, I'll make you eat hay, I don't play, Stay may day p***s in your face!
ooohhh
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:28 pm
Smack Makairo with a heavy flow (He still take to air) I bet he suck, Nah wait he blow (Explain how he got there) Never ripped a verse, he a** (Like a back pants tear) Don't embarress yourself like this was class (Keep yourself up in your chair) Lmon be spitting? Be a Hip Hop disgrace Hope his rhymes leave a bad taste (And make him do the Thizz face)
Haha... Ain't dissin' my boy Durrty... even playing around like I am.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:36 pm
Strif Extasy Smack Makairo with a heavy flow (He still take to air) I bet he suck, Nah wait he blow (Explain how he got there) Never ripped a verse, he a** (Like a back pants tear) Don't embarress yourself like this was class (Keep yourself up in your chair) Lmon be spitting? Be a Hip Hop disgrace Hope his rhymes leave a bad taste (And make him do the Thizz face) Haha... Ain't dissin' my boy Durrty... even playing around like I am. So pathetic, you'll regret it, ever steppin' on the toes of the hated legend, Stole the magic, made fame tragic, Raskit the king murdered and buried, you can share the plot, I'll tear your flesh apart and bare the goo beneath your knock, Got a clock? Count the seconds of spittin' and rhymes that I be rippin', So hastily to dismiss this performance of yours- lacking skill, Pills swallowed whole, extacy, why you vexin' me? You know you've been burned to the next degree, Bless me, you're slow, window licker on busses, Fiend for Durrty Bois 'cuz you he hates when females touch him, Uses one hand to do the rubbing, two fingers on his v****a, I got a manhood, you stay masturbating on the recliner, Or in the lap of your daddy before you, That's the only reason your parents would adore you: 'cuz you allow them to molest you and sex you, I'll be laughing soon as that a**l s**t your pops does infects ******** you, b***h!
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 5:23 pm
In that battle: (Makario vs. Strif) Makario wins. Strif, you gotta get some better s**t than that. You can verse each other again or someone can call me out. That first post by Makairo don't count.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:24 pm
mad
One of the worst threads I've seen, I know it's grimey But, ******** a lmon, only color I care about is lime green
I'll give him seven days, Then he'll have to mend his ******** punchlines, I'm so sick, I'll give him lemon aids
You seen Makairo,though, now you seein a psycho's flow Words are as fluid as water, leave you a hydrophobe
And I'm not sympathizing, You think that Silva's lyin? Strif is miles ahead of you, Who you think you are to criticize him
You ain't Siskel or Ebert, so I'll find ya moms and Rope her Tied up in a basement,seein more d**k than grayson, So I'ma call her"Joker"'
Ahh ******** it, I would go on...But I forgot what my point was....
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 7:38 pm
The Legendary Makairo Strif Extasy Smack Makairo with a heavy flow (He still take to air) I bet he suck, Nah wait he blow (Explain how he got there) Never ripped a verse, he a** (Like a back pants tear) Don't embarress yourself like this was class (Keep yourself up in your chair) Lmon be spitting? Be a Hip Hop disgrace Hope his rhymes leave a bad taste (And make him do the Thizz face) Haha... Ain't dissin' my boy Durrty... even playing around like I am. So pathetic, you'll regret it, ever steppin' on the toes of the hated legend, Stole the magic, made fame tragic, Raskit the king murdered and buried, you can share the plot, I'll tear your flesh apart and bare the goo beneath your knock, Got a clock? Count the seconds of spittin' and rhymes that I be rippin', So hastily to dismiss this performance of yours- lacking skill, Pills swallowed whole, extacy, why you vexin' me? You know you've been burned to the next degree, Bless me, you're slow, window licker on busses, Fiend for Durrty Bois 'cuz you he hates when females touch him, Uses one hand to do the rubbing, two fingers on his v****a, I got a manhood, you stay masturbating on the recliner, Or in the lap of your daddy before you, That's the only reason your parents would adore you: 'cuz you allow them to molest you and sex you, I'll be laughing soon as that a**l s**t your pops does infects ******** you, b***h! No lighters, You lack flame, No scope, Punches lack aim Harm you not your verse, but still your raps lame, Same Scheme of an unknowing, team of men with poisoned lotion Your screwing yourself while I laugh knowing the s**t potent And you both know I wrote it, That I was just playing around But now I've found, that is more than lack of thought in rhymes tossed around Might now want to toss it down, I mean that grand white flag But this p***y's team should lose that dream and instead use it as a rag Because besides a kid, with its childish fits thats exactly what this rapper is What kind of a hardbody sits while he pisses? A bunch of disses that seem to mirror Julie's style (And she agrees) So what you a swaggerjacker as well as resident Loser-to-Lil-MC now? ***** please...
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:02 am
You can call this response revenge, but I'm just trying to indemnify you, Unfortunately nobody seems to praise or recognize you, Old punchlines, my old battles, act like I don't know? You're just pissed 'cuz your beloved Julie won't blow on your cyber d**k, through some cyber text, you cyber geek, Get back to real life you virus beacon, Your knees knock, shaking, weakened and languished 'cuz your a** is gaping from too much of that parental sandwich, Yes, I lost to Lil MC, now let's go through all the mother ******** who have already said that to me: 1) Raskit 2) SilverSpyder 3) CTeezy 4) Smurf Be easy, jerk, you put in too little work to be a sure thing, I'll collect you like the blue blur and you some gold rings, Sever the head with your own two hands, razor to your neck make you go crazy and start blading your chest, Carving my name into your nipples, my initials into your dimples, Why? 'cuz lyrically and psychologically figuring you out is simple, You spend days and hours stalking trying to devour other keystylers but without a voice you don't exist, coward, You all have heard verse after verse, freestyle recorded, my abandonment of curse, But who is this empty, senseless irrelevant pedestrian? On the street corner, steppin' off the curb toward oncoming traffic and getting rammed and ran over, smashed up, You're better off avoiding these shots and joining the circus so you can be the ammo in the cannon, Get some fresh air, and stop listening to Cam and me, You made me laugh with the Swagger Jackin' crack, 'cuz everybody knows Cam Ron can lick my ********' a**, If I'm stealing lines and even a flow and punches then why are most of your lines either too familiar or repeated nothings?
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:50 pm
The Legendary Makairo You can call this response revenge, but I'm just trying to indemnify you, Unfortunately nobody seems to praise or recognize you, Old punchlines, my old battles, act like I don't know? You're just pissed 'cuz your beloved Julie won't blow on your cyber d**k, through some cyber text, you cyber geek, Get back to real life you virus beacon, Your knees knock, shaking, weakened and languished 'cuz your a** is gaping from too much of that parental sandwich, Yes, I lost to Lil MC, now let's go through all the mother ******** who have already said that to me: 1) Raskit 2) SilverSpyder 3) CTeezy 4) Smurf Be easy, jerk, you put in too little work to be a sure thing, I'll collect you like the blue blur and you some gold rings, Sever the head with your own two hands, razor to your neck make you go crazy and start blading your chest, Carving my name into your nipples, my initials into your dimples, Why? 'cuz lyrically and psychologically figuring you out is simple, You spend days and hours stalking trying to devour other keystylers but without a voice you don't exist, coward, You all have heard verse after verse, freestyle recorded, my abandonment of curse, But who is this empty, senseless irrelevant pedestrian? On the street corner, steppin' off the curb toward oncoming traffic and getting rammed and ran over, smashed up, You're better off avoiding these shots and joining the circus so you can be the ammo in the cannon, Get some fresh air, and stop listening to Cam and me, You made me laugh with the Swagger Jackin' crack, 'cuz everybody knows Cam Ron can lick my ********' a**, If I'm stealing lines and even a flow and punches then why are most of your lines either too familiar or repeated nothings? We just gonna keep going back and forth 'cause I got the rhymes to do this all day every day.
rofl
Respect to you ********' your spits like brain sex, but mines abstinant You a silent comedy, I ain't hearing s**t, so I laugh at it I'd clap at it, But you only deserve applause For the ability to keep writing those wack a** bars You ain't Nas, If you writing rhymes - ***** RHYME! Only reason no one ain't clocked you a** because you a waste of time Ayyio, Ain't spitting rhymes suppose to get you a job? Then how you lose yours spittin' them in the back of your shop ***** stop, You right ain't no one got nothing on me (Lyrically speaking of course) But I know people who know all your little slip ups little homie And as for Julie? I'll let her defend herself (You know her well) Fenris, the God Killer, detriment to your health Admit it your wealth, in knowledge and money, ain't matching mine Leave you in flames behind my drive if I use rhymes from back in time...
wahmbulance
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:05 pm
I don't give props to your recordings simply due to the fact that these wack cats in LI rap better than that, You better step back, and talking about gettin' clapped: Put some powder on my palm so I can prove you the "Mak", I admit, sir, you're king in gold and posessions but let's here a real account of deception and perfection, Sorry, but without a penny in my pocket I'm real, Still posting at me 'cuz you know how it feels to be knocked down and kicked around, sickly found laying with your body, heath south, both hands together praying that I wouldn't respond, but mother ******** know your God, Know that when it comes to this Gaia s**t: you're the reported hacker and I'm the Mod, It's sad though, because you show less emotion with the mic in your hand than you would if you were to catch an IP ban.
Ooh..Gaia s**t makes my balls itch. xd Stop the insanity, Strife..I want to use some of these lines for actual battles.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:20 pm
Strif Extasy wins that one.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:59 pm
Lmon Strif Extasy wins that one. Who are you to judge? You're wack as hell with a non-existant record. I'm like 60-3. rofl
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