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| Posted: 03 Dec 2006 18:53 | ||
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Ok lets see what every one has to offer 8 bars battle rhymes:
I don't know where to start, stripping you mans a part, prepare to starve as I'm ripping these lands apart., No hopefuls, can someone show me where's the true vocals? All I hear is some weed smokers or they t-totals, I slap men and women with little resistance, give em a gap in their teeth like they cam from st. Vincent. I'aint playing, listen to what this man saying, I can tell most of pussy from the language their displaying. Next up..... Peace Monk __________________ Rasputin
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| Posted: 20 Dec 2006 14:58 | ||
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| listen rasputin you thinking your heavy, but you aint abusing, comes to a clash your verbally losing, i leave gaps in teeth, bullits rikershay ya cheek, who gave you permission to speak, ya fakin da game, listen man step back ya weak, pimp slapped behind bars, in my cell youl get fucked like a freak, you got no technic, its my time to grab the fruits, to reap, your a worm in the middle, like james an the giant peach, your old like antique, | ||
| Posted: 20 Dec 2006 15:14 | ||
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think yas big in da game, like youths who flipping da caine, what you inzane, like phienes who pumping dark in der vien, i got talent floating my brain, visions of putting you out your pain, no more fame, just another down and out no-one remembers your name,
like stolen picassos i ripp you out the frame, white boy, heart like a lion, never tame, reubix-cube-da-curse, sneints,,,,shottingham... |
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| Posted: 20 Dec 2006 19:38 | ||
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what tha fuck is this all about, you wanna ramp, rave scream an shout, you better shut your north an south, or i might have to blow your fucking pea brains out,
my verble shots spraying, hitting ya mentals decaying, i dont care about your intentions, never mind what you saying, but if you wanna clash thats all day, meet me in stannz, shotting in a dark alley-way, we all know writing rymes dont pay, we all know dat one guy rasputin sounding gay, i dont like to stereo-type, but i aint saying its ok-ay- listen any time doesint matter if its night or day, concentrate son, im 21 white from notts my lyrics will blow you away, reubix cube is in the fast lane, you chatting crap-lame, produce the fallacy like max-pain, you cant react in the game, you might get your bars knee-capped in the game, guns might clap in the game, like big pun ya heart pack-up in the game, your arteries freezing up in the game after i shot you this caine, this is food for your thoughts this is food for your brain, clash wid me you must be inzane, you couldint ramp wid my girl,,, mary jane,,, two bunn leave ya brain numb in tha game.... 
curse the verse,,, reubix-cube,,,,young timer more than wise, expertise, is my only demand my only demise,, if you gulley dont be actin like spys, keep it real look into my eyes, feel the force see the pride, not living with snide, not into telling dirty lies, like next cockroach guys,,, |
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| Posted: 20 Dec 2006 23:40 | ||
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aight thats enough bitches ya rhymes got me in stitches, literally you clowns you got my sides splitting, wid all that smack ya spitting, is it crack hitting, cus ya aint making no sense.
in fact been sat here going insane reading this page ya rhymes are so fucking lame for god sake,get off the stage! had to say it, aint calling no one out, jus representing for steel city, cus thats what im about im gansta, Miraculous. __________________ on that shit from early, roll wid boys but im straight up girlie!!! |
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| Posted: 21 Dec 2006 15:42 | ||
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listen bitch your soon to pay the toll,
you a hoe like a bitch on a pole, watch my rymes evolve, theres no love in my heart, fuck steel city, reubix, you know me as cold, your verses are wack call them untold, unleash the beast i wont fold, shut you up, stick my ding-a-ling in ya mouth, problem solved.. 
i tell a bitch a story, when i grab the mic, it be blood and glory, your bull-shit dont even annoy me, it just bore me, your either against me or all for me,, enjoy me after i pull out my cory. like reid in chopper, your a pro 10 quid for a blow, from nottingham to chicago, you most probably even sucked off an eskimo. running your gumslike one of the man-dem, you just a hoe,, what you got to say then miraculous |
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| Posted: 21 Dec 2006 15:53 | ||
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rasputin monk, what you bringing geezer, up the pace, dont be steppin up with no fake,,,
reubix-eternal- clash any man or any gual, step up in the game...  |
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| Posted: 22 Dec 2006 20:53 | ||
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I apologise for the delay and the remark that I'm gay;
No I just like fingering your mums arse for foreplay, I'm cold, my nuts in her mouth like sorbe, You sold out, no guts, get fried like sauté, I studied the rhyme scheme and for the time being, the only fast lane you in, is the McDonald's line you be seeing. From what your saying this is the hand you been dealt, but its a bum deal and you getting fuck all else, You need some training, lyrics need elevating, I see your spirit decaying, now this is entertainment, 16 bars for man's to relate to, I hate fools, who play cool, dictate rules, where you just dick take to, I enhance tracks with a presence, where you lackin the essence of a real MC get the message, when I took a look who replied I thought dam, who's this, then realised its another puzzled kid eh, reubix, keep it coming! Mr Monk; Manchester Hip Hop __________________ Rasputin
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| Posted: 22 Dec 2006 21:13 | ||
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yow listen,
like kurt cobain in nirvana, put the shotty to ur skull cause trama, im speaking real life fuck soaps, i dont entertain no drama, clash with me try it do you believe in carma, whats all this fool talk, like scizophenics i get a cruel thought, youll get laid out straight on street curbs, dreaming about ryming in resorts, you need to look up the diction, find some new resource, your arse has been sold it aint never been brought, like goerge micheal you got caught, listen son stick by me cuz you need to be taught. reubix shottingham rymes |
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| Posted: 22 Dec 2006 21:22 | ||
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Yo Reubix, all good nothing like healthy competition, I'm off out now but I'll get you a reply to the above soon, we need this forum to start kicking off so the input is appreciated, UK hip hop's moving,
Peace Monk P.S I see you make a lot of post, would you be interested in Moderating, e-mail: [url=mailto:info@figuresofspeech.co.uk]info@figuresofspeech.co.uk[/url] __________________ Rasputin
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| Posted: 22 Dec 2006 23:23 | ||
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whar-gwarn monk... yeah i got passion blud "ya get me
answer to your question is yeah, im down with moderating, i will sort it out on my side soon as i get time, have a sound christmas blud. reubix-cube-tha curse, maintain status in da game, representing sneinton nottingham,,,,, |
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| Posted: 24 Dec 2006 21:41 | ||
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Name calling? C'mon lads thats appaling,
Cussing each other in the playground is boring. Your performance is weak, so think before you speak, Juding from what you've written, I doubt you could rock a beat. Where's the rhythm in what your kicking? Where's the wisdom in your writtens? And where the f**k your balls at cos all I hear is bitching. I'm guesiing they're missing, I mean no offence to women, But until there's some substance in your raps-you'll always be a victim... Peace Power Quality |
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| Posted: 25 Dec 2006 20:11 | ||
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Watcher, I think that's what you best at,
call that a battle rap, well is that your best rap, i mic check you crap chat, your type, well left back, people only know you because of where you rest at, Oh, you guessed that, I won't take remarks lightly, its time to pull up the sleeves, see who's man enough to fight me, While you reciting, my lyrics are keystyling, probably watch to much porn cause you must be blinded, i bring refind wit, plus a dose of real knowledge; to get ryhmes like mine, need weetabix or at least porridge, if talk about guns, hoes well pay homedge; when live I spit flows which leave the crowd astonished..... 12 bars, Happy Xmas Peace __________________ Rasputin
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