ya sup,

not that well man....total lock-down)

wan a piece of that? we have place for xzibit)

c'mon dude what ya say




M!R

I say, if you pay - i'll be there today,dont play games maafak,just say if you pay and how much you can afford for my game?

dont play money with me
ill break you like sabastian did to scarface
chase your blades
and clean your mind white, like toothpaste
zoom in
im the storm n roar boomin...

cant fuck with me


-=/\/\1R=-

you think i'll be there for free?Do i look like dr.Dree?Can't fuck with Ukrainians,you see?

i bring pain on em
ukrainian
acid rain on em
insane i am
fuck im the beta man
see my rhyme
go all over them)

M!R

I kno that you insane,you bring pain to your ass
it's like in a saying : when you go to washroom
don't pressure yourself,becose you ollways gona have a mess wherewa you reliase your stress

p.s. think maafuck

ok watch dummy

think fast/ the only pass/ is the gass from your ass/ im still insane pringin pain fast to cats that cant even spell because/ this like mass/ so pray on/ this so nice/ like sunny days ar/ you talk bout toilets/ i really dont get it/ i try to look at you like a crazy/i try to forget it/ you cant fuck with a experienced cat/ im the steps and you the mat/ im the rep and you the scout/ this blanka and thas what im all about/ no doubt i commit the shit/ while you rat out/ bitch!

MIR!

Hey you cat,i'm a dog,i'll bite off your tail and will dig tha hole
for you and make a mark so you will not forget by tha smell
who you tried to diss to your death.I'll not forget to put tha crest on a top,and i'll wright : this was a fluffy cat who didn't now who he fucking with...

Dissed maafaka

ya toje hochy!

the only thing you two can diss is each others dicks
while one licks, the other one looks through da ass and picks//
what da fuck is this battle about, i dont know i just run out
like a boy scout look at your bitch asses and frightened i shout//
AAA,,, freeky shit muzafuckers/ each one of you rhymes sound more homo then Chris Tuckers//
Wack you'z down dicksuckers with ma brass knuckles/

Blank, ya name suits you, you empty Lezvie's mind and tha nation solutes you//
Lezvie ya name goes well too/ coz ya rhymes are razor sharp like hot knife `n butter slicing through//
will cut you/ be carefull n handle it well/ live long `n dont go to hell so u got a story to tell//
It is a shame you cant spell/ Blank shell....
I just knocked you's both down just for fun you's all fell//

no beef.... nahuya delat' bolshe

Hey guys! I`m not understanding...
Is this for real? I`m like a pistol "peacemaker"/who will be banging?/who wants to be the last man standing?/or u just kidding?/u think it`s cute?/u know what,UK?/ diss someone it`s bad attitude...but reading this i feel so good...

хахахахахаха...ну как вам мой фри?...

hehe

I fling my rhymes like ninja shurikens, I'm sure I am, suited for spewing them at foolish men, I ruin them, kinda like Goodwin in the russian Wizard of Oz, I field my cause, and use seven faces to spit at y'alls, own balls? then step into my office and of course I'll fill every orifice on your bodies with choruses, stories of foreign kids learning to storm the lyrics like this, I change my appearence and rain like El Nino on you bitches, see the picture? I get a thousand dollars richer from every dumb mothafucka that decides to pinch mine, steal from me? I'ma make sure they show your face on TV, while you lie and bleed, I'll make filet mignon out of your ass and feed it to your kids, bring it to me weak, and I'll liquify your body into mist, your ready for this shit?

just practicing and shit

аллрайт ...
фак , щит, мадафака гимме зе бит
ай эм со тайрд , ай кант мув ма фит
итс алл абоут греен виид
итс кипс ми ап анд троу ме даун
ай кант синк стрэйт
алл ай си из уокин клаун
хи из лафин ат ме , хи из поинтин хиз фингер ат ме
фак ю , лив ми алоун
хавент ю литл мэн бе со стоунд?
го сам вер , трай то вин анотер кроуд
ноки , нок то де вуд
ай эм качин анотер муд...

alex a zachem eto? s uvajeniem sprashu tya....STIRI ETO POJALUSTA....eto ne tema i huli ee stavit...ya ee ne hoteL? moj vse temi budem kidat tak....hmmmm

a pro freestyle
ya deje ne znal shto eto freestyle, I SHTO ETO VOBSHE TAKOYE DELO....shas otvechu kak ya doljen bil blya) eslib ya toka znal)))

lets make some people enjoy this/
so read/forget your ears now/and join hands/
you started the war ill blow this/
wit dynamites planted into your floor/ under your beds/
i drop frees but i loan this/ to cats like koni's, guilty's, kasp's and olvens/ by bringin heat to they wortless spitt like ovens/
im sorry but i think im a little above this/ where i-squads seem so big like oriental tits/ n' strong like peachers/ as olven is tryin to show her dick/ with her improved 'man'ly features/
girl, its ok/ no diss just a sayin/ you nose/ n' ill stuff you puff and you can 'blow'/ im not done with my list/ cuz im distracted doin parodys of the eminem 'show'/ guilty criminal take it slow/ no need to rush/ after that diss track on the for'um/ you aint movin no more/ like kasp and chesnok/ you peoples control but you stuck like alex would in the canadian snow/ me and lezvie had this list for no reason/it just hit/ but ya braws and ovaries got ya faces red lit/ easy!/ my name is 360/ like wind in the city/ feelin breezy?/ anyways fuck your games, i'm method in the process/ still bringing pain/ so lets take off that chain and those expencive glasses/ n just show raw talant in this game...

u menya esho chut vremya...shas chot esho napishu

im that blank space between yo letters- spot me
unite hip hop like feathers- its gotta be/
the greatest thing ive done since the last message/
attract with my tracks like beautiful moms with nice clevage/
i remember listenin to cats like alex back in the days when hip hop wasnt that great/ and the release of kasp's shit in the depression period/ ya fucked and neva got laid/ cuz ya went down in a second/ lickin every stamp to fit into the section/ let me mention guilty c/ the australian Stalin who shot every moving body/ just cuz he wanted to, neva saw me/ now he lost/sayin "why isnt anyone behind me"/not slick/ the most crime you've done is stealin your mom's vaseline to rib dick/ i respect yall for turnin me into a man/ i fucked a rappin bitch, sharpened lezvie to hunt, set rules to criminals, and taught bunkers the blunt, understand/ i got folded hands/ to reverse the flow of blood as i was countin your remains/ got tired of showin 25 year old men how to behave/ im a youngsta/ so i just shot it in ya in a second/first like ford/ ya too old/ how can you start a battle wit me/ when ya beard is blockin ya keyboard...

so you want me to close it? or bulldose your troll ass all the way back to estonia? don't tempt me, cause I'm gonna, I'll drink a Corona, while you lose potency like old pepsi-cola, I'm like a bottle of stoli, fuck up the whole volume of your body, your thoughts, your motions and your ability to rhyme against me, I test thee, every time I even touch a mic, whether directly or behind your back, B, you know who BLANK be? he's that kid from 613 that works at bingo serving old people drinks, mackin on grandmas with no teeth, that wear depends, he probably fucks kittens, oh shit , man!! that's sick, man, what did you do with that chicken? you choked it? stop it, don't make me tell the whole world about your sexual misconduct, your turn man

Ох, а лайк ит вери мач, зис из лайк игра в "квач",
ам сори бат, йор раймз аре со фэт энд кул, лайк май фейворит рэппер мистер джа рул, бул щит, ай вонт ту тел ю зет "жидкий стул" ит из ин рашн, а ваше ай донт андерстэнд, май диар рэп-казенс..йоу.

hehe you guys are too funny))))))
alex
vetal aaxaxa

//\\//\\II R

Spitting the words into y'all girlies twats, 200-pound cousins turning asides in momma’s drawers, I’m dropping the score crushing the borders, pushing morals closer to edge of Houston, out of 5-th Warders. No weapons are loaded, except the lyrical performance, no experience of being on parole – fuck’em all. I’m growing the roots in Texas like dreads on Marley’s head, swallowing gallons of alcohol – fuck highdroll.
New world is gonna throw……oh shit it’s Cypress Hill ^((
new world is about to receive my heavy spit, that’s gonna be sunk in deep shit that y’all live with. Relevant bitches with pierced clits and lips gangbanging in a pose of a pigeon on limp dicks
Of the masters and gators, pocket-pool players, opened ass slappers, stinking twats investigators, mother-fuckers.
Wooooooohh. Did I deliver that right? Nevermind, I’m moving haters fuckoutta southside. On the northside, no wait, fuck it,……. polar side. When demographical blast will make’em sink in Antarctica, when the nuclear powered submarine will blow’em нафик, only after that I’ma stop torturing the mic =)))))

everyone of ya'all act like u havent yet seen me,
rhymez dangerouz like amphetamine strikez lyrically...

we roll rhymez in english... (gettin on 2 da rhymez, sonz...)

betta den most of yo compeataz u neva
gonna do betta i settle in dis era, da earth-terra,
smashin down barrierz, bringin stereo,
in our imperio i kill lyrically, bury in cemetary,
aint no fun like Tom&Jerry, seriouz like showz from King, Larry, yo dictionary narrow, click, click BBAAAOOWWW!
tempete on ya azz, hurricane passed throughout da mass of ya lyrical mess, i menifest and u showin off, claimin bein best, stick ya azz 2 da table, we play chess, i pollute language, destroy ya nest, u protest? i dont giva fukk bout dat, cuz i lead and u remain last, i come thru like a blast, i waz in a rest, but somehow u woke me, kno me, i blow treez, ma story slowly gonna finish... peace

rhymin in english...

ma lyricz bringin orgazmz
ma beatz can contezt
i can truly progrezz and confess
dat u rhyme aint no worse, nice MCz azz

alex, u strong lyrically, same wit blank

keepitup yaa!

turn on da alphanumeric display,
i turn out 2 b lyrical attache,
rhymin like radioactive decay,
continuin ma exploratory survey
in a similar way, i break caffeteria trayz,
afta dat u suicide squeeze play, driftin away,
rappin wit no delay, say what u say, but hey,
got attitude MC like n.w.a., hate fukkin balley,
ingnit ma cabriolet, i spill fame like a bunch of rayz,
lyrical bouque comin in a way of a short essay,
betta obey, cuz 2day i dont feel ok...

dedicated 2 many onez from outta dis freestyle,
u rhymin wild, but u all US or canada chyldz,
but still i got a full-flavor-form lyricz,
enormouz storm comin and bringin deadly spiritz,
u cannot catch da shit, though u near it,
but listen, y everyone dissin, anotha defendin positionz,
and y we got no comission dat gonna c what we bringin,
a science-fukkin-fiction, align scorez of da ended mission
we stay behind muslim dissin on christian,

(hey do u like roast chicken? )

you rhyme pretty well for a russian guy from russia, we still gon have to blast ya, there can only be one master, plus I stun faster, I don't front on the micro, I'll jump on the turnpike, come over to Canada and set off nuclear weapons to free the continental america of lyrical infidels, I'll start some biblical type shit kinda like apocalypse only worse, when I circle the earth and kill every MC that wants to learn self-worth, step into the circle of hurt and I'll bring pain like a motorboat running over a jetskier that got lost, head first, make it look like bratwurst, I shift like Hurst, change my whole outlook, attack from angles you never could, you better, dude, not even think of steppin to the good, the bad , and the ugly all in one incarnation by the name of alex

B.L.A.N.K.

U can make tha shit betta.....c`mon show `em all....
i mean no disrespect on others.....