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The metaphors I write down keep you contemplating after hours like poetry written by great gods who mastered spitting powers./ If only Zeus had the same aim as me, then we wouldn’t have random thunderstorms out in the boonies./ Stuck in this contemplation, like being stuck in a sticky situation./ Hard to catch you with a lie detector/ because you’ve long ago perfected/ the art of lying, and got some fireproof pants. or is it sighing/ after each battle, the grandiose debacle./ How bout reading taming of the shrew, maybe then u see the plot of how the setup beat you./ I’m here to beseech you to peek through the eyes of the beholder or someone older who can appreciate the transcendent state that’s reached when clashing brains solicit information to add feasible substance to this primordial soup of English language degradation. To all go peace and salutation.

не сoвсем бaттле, ну лaднoб,

всем "piece"

yo, whatup San Jose is the Adobe building still there? ))

Militia strikes back
I formed my clan in disrespect to all them faggots who don't know the game
my rules are simple throw them dice till you get cash paid
I got no symbols like Prince cuz he's fucking gey
I've got my principles in living till I bust my play
I know they hunt for me, hate on me
so many times trying to blast my frame
but I got through
them bustas could not understand how I ma beat them fools
I cheat them fools
changing the names and the places so them can't get to..

alright, look.. yo, I'm kickin back with a glass of rum and ginger-ale, watchin some mary j blige on the TV, hell, I should be in bed, not typin' on my dell, but I don't feel like going so check this... that was old school, now my flow improve, I move like an arrow, way too fast for you, I last longer than engergizer, stronger than altoids, armored all like a rhyno, I dont' know who's fault it is, but whatever the damage, I take the blame readily, rock like steady, you gon' feel all emabarassed, if you step to this, if you prepped for this, you might last like a second, before the next one's in, you best be in, better shape than me, cause I rape MCs that attempt the im-possible, call me Hugo, cause I'm bossing you, flossin' my, mode of transportation, and hopefully, it's better than the next man's, you can't stand me, sinkin ya'll bitches like a quicksand, kick you in your kickstand, I represent, The I, call me president, and pray on that... next one take a stab at that..

Hey there weed smokers, shit talkers
It stinks like hell from your school lockers
Real fight, do you mind to clash wit a nice bitch?
Or all u can think 'bout is how to get rich?
This speach is not a brag, it's the reality of life
Rough styla, freestyla has a feelin' of knife
That goes right in your back when you turnin' around
No brain was found, are u an earthbound?
Sorry to bother, wanted only to show
What can happen wit u if u sink dat low (biatch)

I shmoke my weed like I'd shmoke u out ,
no matter what u r or who u r I'll take a big blast and I'll pass u around,
make something out of nothing and with out any shame, i'll stick my 20 pence in your assholle gambeling machine,
I'm not a player but if I play then only by my rooles u want some competition kid <"Oh no I haven't shmoke today!!"> that's not a fucking exuze,
wanna bee original then show me how do bubbles talk, too late for sucking up just go and get some soape and choke! that's not a joke I'm not a fucking claun I have a job I'm a commidean from Russian Woundergound.
Peace out!!

Now I'ma drunk
after thrird bottle of cognac
so don't give a fuck wherever you smoked ounce
or just got fucked
my rhymes like gun cocked
ready to explode and drill you ass
punk motherfuckaz
ya betta be ready for this
cuz I come without notice
I move in silence
I'm never alone I'm always in alience
and my niggaz like violence
beatches in cream
ya all fake dimond rings
I ma real in sin
since 94 in this game
still the same never changed
I know the rules
ya read them again
cuz you stepped in the zone
but you don't know the way
I ma rap alchoholic
you are crazy gey...

Once again I ma back in here
just to tell y'all faggots
keep it high in the air
My name Shakar
and I keep it shaking
FTP clan get all them pussies naked
don't ask where I m from
I'm from Tajikistan
throw you deep down with all of your plans
Men YouheardwutImsaying...

Let's have a spliff medetate and go to coma,than u waek up
and realise: "!!that u at home man!! " appart from that u don't remmember shit, u wouldn't know where to go and what to get,
however u do know one thing ; it's bud with crystals and it's green,
Wo-o man this fstyle is hapening to fast I don't even have time to have another blast from riffa in my dirty ashtrey, my stikky fingars need to get some rest from too much action but i still motivate my self I'm gonna type intill all gangsters runn out of their wealth or intill my j will desapear up in smoke, NNNNNNA fuck that man I wanna have a toke!!

whoa, maddness, how many people have gathered to be carried away on stretchers, I'm scared, threatened, I look at my opponents, oh wait, they can't handle a battle, just look at them, they have something cooking, but they ain't producing, I'm a manager, and they performance is poor, unsuable, time to point out who's losing here... Now we got a preacher from TJ, but not Tijuana, must be peachy at BJs, but I don't want none of that, tired cat, must have wrote fifty raps about himself, and no one cared yet, you can go, it's a wrap.. the second cuz, must be from britain, or it's england, whatever, he's always weeded and I think he considers to be sharp, but he forgets how to spell things and acts like a retard, you'll get beat up, and slammed down, I'll clown you, tell you a weed joke, and while you laughin', I'll pound on you, I don't know WHAT the fuck you talkin about, but you'll drown in your vomit, by the time I'm done with you, give me the royal crown, I'm clearly, the illest one on this forum without peers, I doubt I'll fear another hero, attempting to throw stones at a giant, I'm a T-90, and you're a rifle, try me....

sorry Ghost, your replay meant u have nobody to talk to
or the situation is worse? as usually i go forth
it's easy, nothing could stop me to drop one more ghost
lil daddy boy, don't play with bad words when there's no reason to boil
funny, i don't know u, but u already get annoyed...
Alex, damn richy, quite teach me stash drinkin,
better go help yo mother with kitchen
wanna smash me up now?heh,why didn't u drop up?
never tell me what and how to do
u aren't autority
i'm nobody ain't even frien for you
one lil mf-er named ghost
u must be his host or something
on his opinion ma shit is simple
but ma shit is straight
it's not even diss, just my thoughts
u could not answer, now is too late

о как круто прям таки второй раз начинаю новую страницу...в жизни этой темы%)

"Alex, damn richy, quite teach me stash drinkin, " - переведи это пожалуйста...

Hey yo amigos/Whats wrong with ya lolos?
You lost them all,almost.Always trying to roast,some body
Who you are?Nobody
Always trying to be cool,playing the rules,feeding your bulls
I don't know how much you pay them,but like Dr.Dre sayd:
"Always playing Rambo with the ammo." Why? You wanna prove how high your rhyme?All you playing the game.What game? Can you tell me the name
May be you all playing with DOLLs,what a shame
Barbie with big fucking BALLs...

ja nachal huinju gnatj
Man, i start writing some kind of shit,better stop Vsem resp

Sometimes I ask maself how I can change this world
But every asshole brokes promises that they should hold
I told em many times and I c now that it was wrong
Cause they just keepin' up in wrong lane wit borin' song
I'm strong and can take care of maself u know
Don't need no dork who'll steal ma show


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potom eshe napishu...

изучаем английский.а на улицах не пробывали говорить на нём)

а на каком же еще мне на улицах говорить?

tebe-to da....

freestylin
i&i flip da script while you eat dis shit tryin 2 make your rhymes sound a lil bit thicka u blindin
undaground bitch? whatcha know bout it? be near
when i round bricks of ya mind wit skillz God provides me here
feel my feedback clear modern type of shakespear powah ofa northen bear controlled by da lyonz soul i make liaz fall in dirt datz my sport ya hear?
betcha heard i knox cowards down like fort im not dat sort of folks 2 fear other mens court when i appear in front i got each word approved by Lord who put the torch right in my heart to shine inside im tied by infra red port wit light
abort ignore or fail my bars ull be hardcored 2nite widda turbo blaze from stars aint no hesitate in my eyes thank Jah 4 support good bye guyz&girlz 2 be continued in the next verse...peaceout...destination space

When i spit my raps me don't give a shit about spellings, wanna have a royal blood or crown O.K, but dont forget u'll be one who'll look like a fucking clown,u nothing but a wanna be with childish mentality u can't be considered as an mc and actually it's u who r the weakest link Bye Bye, get on the run boy it's time to get fucked up just don't forget to pull yor trousers up cause they full of crap,your mouth is bigger then your head u fucking freak, that not the end I'm gonna make u mad and sick u dickless dick! Don't understand me well that's not a prob call up your pussy friends and try to score some dope, but if u can't i guess u'll never get it inside your brain - your style aint growing up kid and that's the main thing to maintain.

See u"....................................

that's it? that's all you got, "trouser" boy? a word of warning, I will break you!!, I'm bad with toys, cause that's what you are, I'll play you, like station-two, pull out some moves from Tekken and use them on you, I'll prove to you that I'll run circles spewing lyrics at a fool like you, while you be trippin on your izm, too slow to move, I'll torture you, cut off your balls and fingers too, so you can never cause confusion about who, the best be, I'll never test, b, just blow a hole with hollow points in your chest, the size of a coke can, I roam the land in search of battles, but only broke men leave, I pick your pockets, stop you in your tracks and take your wallet and your watch, bitch, give up your whole shit, whatever skills you got, your set of lyrics and your dictinary, now you're weak, you nothin', you lost, and we forgot about you, don't make me ride on you again, cause next time you will die, man, and that's a promise, british panzie, has been, joke of a guy, you're my fan..

it's all love, your turn

Ones again > man! u better go on the run cause in category pull your trouses or pans up u r canditate numbre 1!
Never forget what is comming to u soona cause I ain't fucking British < I'm a Russian Atom bomb coming out on 13th of Juna, pressing red buttons with out side thinking,thinking?, I too bissy smoking weed and drinking firewater,
I don;t sound familier do I? that;s cause u ain't heard of me, I slice u up like a pro-murder in silence u will make no sound No chance,use terminalogical science just to shut u up and make u shit in your pans,
Ones again >I realise that u a little kid, who playes too much computer games and dosen't sleep,wanna talk about speed? send me an e-mail and u'll hear how I read rap's with shit lot's of misstakes and bending phellosophis as well as stoned performances on weed, where is no possibility for u to shut my skillz down, no mathematical formula to overhead my sound,I'm one step a head of u and don't look behaind on thiff like u,wanna take my watch? man there is no reason to get phisical u know if I'll touch u it will be like a miracle and then u'll be giffted,lyricly,well forget about that man!!
go and play with your toys or your fun.. as u ussually do, use your vibrrator or 30 inch stick u would probably like it too,
U know how it works i make a move u make a move just keep it sound and smooth#


waiting,,,,,,

Pans is what I keep in my kitchen, but the lil panzie keeps bitchin, I'll teach you, it's ONCE again, fool, ONCE again, you better bounce, man, the fuck outta here with these sounds, man, whatever's coming out of your mouth is old, catch a cold, or better yet catch a fire, like "petrol", did I use the right word? I hope, cause I don't give a fuck, it's gasoline, you heard? I stay connected, how you gonna say I'm a kid? I'm twenty-five, having fun with these rhymes, fuck doing lines and smokin' five owls a day, I'm better paid, better laid, better made, already faded you, I flow scary-tight, like that, I'm a vet, your a youngsta, pay your respects, mothafucka...

Don't diss or u'll be dissed,Mothrfucker....

I's not about how old u r it's what u got up in your mine and on which mode, your skill,your language,temper,and a rool not to go on the wrong side of the road,So if u 25years old and having fun with rhymes,than u should wathch your tongue and know that "motherfucker" is classifide as one of the most serious crimes,and u want respect for saying that- i fuck my mum???,man,u nothing but a 25 years old fool who tallks out of his bum!!