blyat ladno shas...i russkim i amerikansom nado dat


i was charged with infanticide
cuz i murdered you kids
drink so much every night
i live welloff on lids
ghostrida your mind is staight
but your lyrics is boring
the more i spitt
the more your mourning
tryin to balance
but ya not in the zone yet
n don give me no compliment
cuz ima ruin you, n assassinate you
like that kennedy president
can you please step away like SID did
after the ancient weird shit he spitt
alex is on the level cuz he medievel in this game
fuck the fact he not there yet
ill teach him a thing or two then
i cut lezvie with his own blade
i showed kasp his own blazed on, moody parade
proved guilty criminal steals vaseline to masturbate
had even vetal talkin that shit
took alex under my arm pit, made him smell it// as he taught me to mix beets and acapellas//, then shoved him back on the plane but this time under propellers//so he never again travels//
ghostrida stay invisible cuz i will pop out and burn you like a toaster
im the ghost-buster
leave you alone like a foster till you so left out like that friendly motherfucker ghost Casper
your my student and im your master
im quicker, your moms mouth open while my did in her, its pittifull how im so cruel when i spitt this verse
i burst with a couple o curses
amuse you losers
abuse you posers
convice you, burn out all your fuses, sin you, go to church
DONT WRITE ANOTHER POST
its obvious
IM FIRST

you are the first with your lyrical burst?
fuck, i'm the second... so i'm gonna eat my bekon...
a tebe ne dam! ostaneshsya golodnim - tram pam pam !

it's obvious that you're first at makin verses look like they longer by writing single words and pressing return, you're burned, you outta rhymes, cause you wrote five songs and now try to scavange words, but no, there's no more left, so now you gotta go and rob folks, you outta breath, why you pickin people from russia, they easy game, what you need to do is look at me, brotha, I'm hard to aim at, I stay fit, by excercising moves, I'm even harder to hit, smarter I spit, when you become a martir, I'll slap your lips, date your chicks, you say you maimed a kid? how's that possible, dog?, when you're just an embrio, I'll burry ya, go back to Canada with all that nonsense, amature.. my name is AleX, bitch, I take the whole cake, the next post you think of writing.. better leave it BLANK

culture from the streets, flooding web with it's spits
noone's getting out of it clean
u'd better feel me, dreams about being a King of Hill
ain't gonna make y'all real - red light now begin.

i'm gonna be crushing negative emotions, filling up the vacuum with positive vibrations of the microphone's membrane
feeling me? i'm steady dropped into concrete, shitting and spitting on overwhelming antagonism.
why r y'all acting like some dicks behind the screen, worthless rhymes droping hopeing lower self-esteem
of the MCs, singing songs 'bout love "u shine and i shine", then turn-around and shit talk.
knock-knock Blank, LAN to K, wanna B gay, i ain't stepped away, just gotta couple of weed-trains, u wanna battle me? i don't care how big your balls are, prolly tiny, 'cause u sound like a small child, like a failed clipping sufferer that has to live all his life with a pimple left from puberty times, u prolly shy. that's why u've got so much agression in your rhymes, to bring niggaz down and get that feeling of a guy for another set of time. and after it goes by, the only thing you have to fight is that your dick ain't even big enough to fit your paws. u ever thought 'bout cutting ribs? that way u can suck your own dick.
plus my dick, you've gotta big mouth to feed, talking shit 'bout ancient rhymes" that i spit. so what? i'ma rookie in rap, i admit that my level's lower the one that u've got.
but give me time big guy, i'ma come back wit rhymes, that not only gonna make you shy, they gonna make you cry, they gonna make you strive to beat the time, but it's ticking and getting closer to deadline........

2B.L.A.N.K.: no fronts brother - it's battle

tolstiy

alex, answer later

ill spitt at my friend SID



you seem to come across genitals/
more than a porn star//
chattin bout dicks balls and homosexuals/
well heres my "gell well" post card//
ya got issues/
and im not the problem'''
inside the present, ive included a tissue/
to place underneath your dick, cuz thas all you got man'''
for me, its not about the vocals, looks or confidence//
eventhough i spitt, noseup with pussy//
that you will neva see//
you claim ya rookie, ima fine with that/
you like legos, i'd break anytime, with acid in yo face everytime i chat/
fagget talk bout balls, cuz ya hit that like bats/
every night cuz you a lonely cat/
its all good, NO beef for sure//
poor spitt, that only Will Smith can adore//
this shit for fun, number one, always score//
leavin gays like you wantin more//
id like to battle but please dont talk homo/
cuz you into dicks n nads, fags with pads, lads with balls hanging from their ass, that you lack your abilities///
try to understand the verses/
not who you verses because im (straight) DOGGG, no need to be feelin me///

yo, what's the silly battle
few guys just use web-page to split their shit
but the rest is the spectators
some rymphs are shoplifted from music store
some are selfmade meant to be great
but isn't cool enough for it,
blank and lezvie are bottomin out in their scrap
they're just tease us
they pontificate from unknown place on the map
than alex was added into this vendom coctail
his thoughts're wrack he couldn't even spell
just spraying bad smell,
what are u waiting for from alcoholic and dork
heh, but it's funny to have somebody here
to be kind of clown, dump jerk


ладно дальше напишу позже...если захочется, развлекайтесь

I can't dis a girl, but hold up, how you gonna tell me I spell wrong when you the one who's got, like fifty mistakes in every word you wrote, yeah I know, you from the old country, but still though, you can't outrun me, you think you outdone me? sorry, you wrong, while you were writing a couple lines, I recorded a song, and you know I won't be beat by a blonde... woman, please, I'm like a library of lyrics, when you're like a book for kids, all pictures no words, but can you take the abuse? You're a cat in a hat, cause your name is Dr. Seuss, trying to feed me green eggs and swine, I'm guaranteed to spin your head and send chills down your spine, so while you at it, just consider dating me, cause your hatin is fake and so is your accent, and beware before you call AleX dorky, cause that name could stick to you if you tried to speak in New York...

love you

da B, da L, da N, da K, faggoty type gay, if i cal u dat, dat ok?
anywayz u spit at me, pretendin bein a g, tryin 2 rhyme strikktly and u sukk ma style doin it quickly, yo azz worthlezz, i toast it, ghostrida mozzt dopezt, avalanche roll on ya'all, spill ma petrol on foez like ya'all, burn burn da shit outta ya'all, u stall, i get doe, dead prezidentz exchange 4 ya lyfe, a highlyfe, i live in moscow but rap in english, spreadin out lyrical jive, blank catchez ma knivez, tastez da bladez, i dissapear in shadez, now u say u trippin on ma motha, but brotha u dont wanna do dis, cuz i can burn u like a hot lava, pullin leverz on each otha aint worth it, gotta stopit, burn it, step outta it. imma forget it. look, itz a battle, but aint nobody relative-touchin me, ma killa bee stingz deadly and deep, u swallow, kid, physically immobile, haha, i got u, yo style mine, robbin out yo rhymez, ma karma lower then a zero, ma character statz higher then R.Deniro or a fukkin Sub-Zero, comic book hero, bangin on Britney and Shakira yo, imma Hispanic bandito-Ramiro, game simple, we spittin, and crushin on each otha like liquidatin a pimple...

same shit
no offense
straight spittin
lyrical battle

what if we record dis shit?
and make a trak?

...i live blank da place of murda, no evidencez,
nobody seen me accept birdz sittin on brancez,
now imma on a ranch watchin a game of yankz,
tyra bankz cum swallowz ma satisfyed "Frank",
clank and i hear somebody comin into da door of ma appartment, a fukkin NYPD department, now da shit started,
and what about it? no doubt i grab ma shit and getta fukkout,
silent and quiet typical boy scout witout spout,
passin da backyard and get 2 neighbour garage, break into their diablo, playin out spionage (shpionazh koroche),
got no key, but i ignit da shit, push down acceleration and dissapear quick, save ma dick, muthafukkin prickz search ma home, discriminate ma property, but i kno dey wont find anythin, dey dont search properly, aint got needed quality, like a game of monopoly, i pass da board in a leadin position, ma ambition 2 b in condition 2 get a permission 2 where i buy ammunition, and then i get it... fukk punk police turnz into junk when i blast em...
game over...

ghostrida 187 - "2morrow alwayz mine"
(bond 007 -"2morrow neva diez")

мож по одному за раз бум?

i'd let u diss me, but not the country
i've got no doubt u're proud to live with burjua closely
eat their bread, drink their water,
do everything they do religiously?

my fifty mitakes are for the snakes like u
who used to promise what they ain't able to do
do u love me? damn i love u too,
joke, gimme my trouses back, i don't give a fuck about u...

boring fable, stolen lable, the green eggs is for faggs
are u sure? are u ready? whie i'm not in new york
still think u're jelly, feel me? i'm very angry...

if i have no opportunity to record one my track,
but your shit is wrack, did u hear it? wrack wrack wrack!!!
talk about an abuse, but lookin somebody to seduse u
go ask Маруся but first find somewhere non-curse words
and try to use it...

на два раза тебя никогда не хватало...

sorry blondie, but yo inventory storiez dont bring u glory,
they simple, try usin samplez, get em,
we tag on em, consumin vitamin "m",
standz 4 "mc", ma men, kno what i meant,
ghostrida - intelligent, dont worth 50 centz,
produced unda da different brand, u still stand?
ma position which i defend letz me plan ma lyfe, flow steady like army man equipped wit AKz in sudan...

poetry comez outta poverty, saint property, we rhyme properly, nuffin stoppin me, we blowin treez, peace on streetz - shit, bloody hit, mysterious beatz sound complete and kneat, every kid wanna get it, we stand or sit anyway when talk spit, lyrical numba 1 hit, style parametric, bio-gyneticz make most peepz look pathetic, we sympathetic, enegretic and static, charismatic, traumatic, dramatic, undiplomatic and even semi-automatic, as well beurocratic, cinematic, mathematically diagrammatic, idiomatic, climatic, dogmatic fanaticz...

So, when I'm trying to roll my hands get ouy of control/I start shaking like vibrator sweating and poducing more heat then a fucking radiator and thats all case I wanna get high never die rich the sky and stimulate my mine
So, who da fuck wanna proove me Wrong?-Gangstars, Fakers or rapers who using some bodys style like a second hand condom!!!" Do u wanna battle on English or u wanna piss your self, fuck around like a pussy get your water pistol out or show me your welth?
Now, wait da fuck up man< suht your trash and seat da fuck down, u a fucking claun and don't try to make any sound! just ask your self a question "whats going on?"- why do people think about platum and chrome???????????13"_
Short but sweet"^^^

блонди:
Lil girl, I didn't dis your country, if you knew english, you wouldn't doubt me, driving expensive cars and calling me a burgeua, please.. you're just a rich girl, I'm the one who can't pay for shit, and some of that game you ran, you shoulda never did, some of that shit is private, so close your mouth and keep it quiet, go gossip with your girlfriends, obnoxious blonde bombshell, and once again, damn, please learn how to spell, don't make me start telling jokes about your hair color, cause I already see white-out on your screen, anna, you didn't get this joke did you? well that's ok, cause maybe you should stick to russian, and I'll stay in USA

хорошего по-немножку... и не пиши когда злишся.. хыхыхы

yo rhymez couldnt blind me, at first try 2 find me, speakin outta moscow, not nyc, pretty far 4 ya dart 2 rip me apart, from da start u 2 started 2 fart, but i wuz rullin u like tzar, smokin cigarz in extclusive luxury barz.
dis forum'z situation changed 4 last decade, peepz come and go, forum decayez, cuz many newbiez flood it and destroy positive wavez, really hard 2 watchit goin on, but all whatz left iz 2 keep head high and b strong, u neva kno where threatz come from...

shit...
wanna sleep...
cant wryte any mo...

whoo Blank, i'm thrilled, droped the meal on pants
you talk more 'bout dicks and porn flicks
than any cheap whore i meat on my block
no handshakes to your side, i'm too afraid to catch desiece that you've got from last nite.
trying to bite me? oh shit, now i haveta be scared
too bad that there's no cash to buy you another nerves set.
i teased you, however couldn't expect that your ass's gonna blow up like gAyser, synonymic to definition of "faggg"
claiming yaself STRAIGHT DOGGGG, too many gees in that word,
to many dees in this world
for you to dig and keep score
but brain can't take it no more,
one more felafel you've blown
and now your trying to cope,
had diarrhea too long??
talking to me like you God,
newborn Messiah of rap,
but going limp is your stamp
you caught yaself in that trap.
go shit around in your chat,
and buy viagra for date, 'cause claiming me being gay and how you disrespect it, only shows that you latent and prolly impotent
but i can only guess, it's not my business at all, except you just your proctologist's about to know.
and now i'm done my (straight) doggggg
stand on your four feet and walk,
and keeping rolling shit, till you get stroke,
i promise to give you a call for blowjob.

ok ok




my heat rays so strong, i cause sun tans/
include peeling, head-aches and defects in future birth plans/
call me cancer cuz i cant stop burning your cells/
eatin your brains and suckin on your veins while you poppin pills/
im not fatal, cuz i usually kill'', with one try, one hit and, one blank and im done with you def toned ear''
sid//
dont try and stand up to the guns
sit//
dont try to do your nowhere going coward
spitt//
you like that new
product//
that came out in
walmart//
your workplace, full of glasses, old bitched wit flat asses
exactly where you fit//
you say thing that dont make sense dude/
im not rude/
im just givin you/
tips of how to survive in your neighborhood/
as shit!!!!!!//

5 minute preZent)


thats it man, your gettin better but somethings aint clear man
im don, thanks

alex


and same for others who by the way write toooo many posts at ones.....lol

dont point at me, im done here.....HIT ALEX

//\\//\\iR

right-left, right-left you toothless, and then you say, god damn them russkies, cause we chose to knock mothafuckas unconcious, eastern honkies, with still got clout on these streets, seek peace? I got war for you, torture you, roll you like a pair of dice and throw you, what's the result? my lucky number seven, that's how many MCs I can murder, still standing, call a reverend, cause you about to need a service, praying for your soul, while I despose of your corpses, storing bodies, ain't my business, I hate the smell, that's why they found other bitches in a fuckin well, I kill-and-tell, but still can't catch X, I stretch my legs, and put thousands of miles between the feds, they bleed instead, I boobie-trap my escape, you breathe wrong, and death will be your date....

or some shit like that

2B.L.A.N.K: what's ain't clear bro?

i ain't gonna continue this stuff, we gonna batlle in ISQ respect!

-We gonna smash U !We gonna rock U!
-I'm gonna kill U ......stop girl i wanna fuck U ......

классная рифма

ХАХАХА издевается ещё......это я придумал на соревнованиях по баскетболу в 11 м классе

xaxaxaxa jerr

сори фор май ломаный инглиш лэнгвич со стартинг:
ху тудэй ин да старинг?
онли мастаз ху ноу абаут спэлинг
часть жирафов тоже кони
лэт ми бринг ю сам май пэйшн!

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